Too_much_yapping.exe

Any / All Blog for CoD yapping!!! Bc my main is. A freak house. Price is my f/o and yumeship ... Hehe

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Hello!! Welcome to my blog!!

Names ; Simon , Johnathan , Riley ... Graves!

Prns ; Any and all !

Byi ; My f/o is Johnathan Price and Kate Laswell ! I'm semi-sharing with Price, but unless I know you don't mention it! With Kate, I'm non-sharing!

I'm neurodivergent and disabled, so if I ever get asks I may be slow on answering!!

Althu!!! Big CoD kin :3 !!

Dni ;

Anti althu. Pro endo. Trump supporter. Transphobia. Homophobia. Terfs. Pedos. Proship ( minus comship). Racism.

I block freely.

↓ This blog may contain ↓

Dark themes (in writing and/or art)

NSFW

Suicide + sh

General things that may be triggering to most.

Tags ;

#simon.yaps - yapping tag / unfiltered writing

#simon.writes - writing tag

#simon.draws - art tag

#simon.reblogs - reblogs!!

#simon.answers - answering asks :333

#simon.ocs - oc tag / could also be name specific!

#main.posting - posts from main blog

I will try to tag triggering things properly!

First two » @/bearjohnprice

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I miss summer so I drew . Transmasc soap in his glory obviously....

Summmer... wow

Anyways he'd 100% not wear that top at a private pool / beach because real men don't wear shirts and they ARE out when the rest of the 141 . Atleast he can't be the only one blamed for groping up his team on days like this .

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Current wip but it's just going to be Raymond being mentally ill about Ethan :-3

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why do I do this too myself

Horrible quality but Tumblr hates large files.

Anyways 3 of these characters are OCS (Raymond, Russel and Ivory.)

Are they all self inserts for yume shipping purposes? Maybe.

also Raymond doesn't eat properly so he's a lot smaller than most on the team J-: let's force him to eat guys. Omg should I do an open rp about that? Maybe it'd be fun 🧠

Alot of these designs are personal hcs by the way!

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Kiss em silly I guess...

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OK GUYS

The influx of people wanting Jurassic park cod au is scary (it's not that many ppl)

I'll try to work on it ,, if my uterus hates me any less lol

Maybe I'll write a little bit ? ? About it before I art post

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bout to watch the new Jurassic Park movie 🧠, what if I make a Jurassic park / world cod au

What do we think

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Tosses this guy out

Yeah whatever I hate this guy

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Something something something

Raymond and Ethan are basically young in love. They buy and apartment together, that's basically officially theirs unless they tell the owners other wise. They make love, they kiss. The leave their marks over that apartment.

30 months later. One KIA. One somehow alive. Against all odds.

He returns. Finds everything painted with now sad memories. Those kisses now something he could've cherished more, something he could've DONE more. Yet like before he failed.

Now he sleeps on a couch because he can't bare to himself to the untouched bed that he sees his love in everynight. Trying to warm him into the sweet thought that he was still there. Even though if he laid his life down again his heart would be ripped out and left on the battlefield to be battered the many times it was in the past.

Days in the bars, fake therapy, calls. He was back. Back to the fimilar schedule. Back to seeing the face he latched himself onto because there was no other.

Now he's in his bed. The bed his lover once laid in. Does he remind you of him? Does he kiss you the same way? Does he fuck you the same way he did?

Does he plan to lay his life out for you, the way HE did? Children? Warmth? Something is missing.

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My idea at Soap's past because I think hes. Fucked up and unwell and his childhood is horrible and he was breed to defend and be a shield or whatever.

↓ Abuse and malnourishment below!↓

i don't think his childhood was the best. His mother died when he was born, his father became abusive because of that because he looked exactly like his mother.

He didn't eat and refused meals because he didn't deserve them in his opinion. He often ran off to Gaz's after he had a fights with his dad and he would take good care of him.

Pleaseeee send me any questions about my idea of his past and why I think this.. pleaseeeeeee ARGHHH

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Thought I'd switch it up for a mermaid au, gaz x Ray 🕺

Thought it would be fun and silly cause it's ironic. Orca x Seal.. inch reaching yes

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Mermaid Gaz!

Gaz was the one most voted, and after some discussion decided to make him a ribbon seal which fits him real well!

I'll go in order from most voted to leasy voted!

So expect our beloved Captain Johnathan Price next!

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More Russel .

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this is. Technically a ship child ?

Anyways look at her, she's all grown ip.. so big and euajjj JJJJGHFHJ cries everywhere

Shakily tags you because Uhhh ily and I feel really proud of this and I want you to see [crumbles and flies away into dust] @gomzdrawfr .. sorry if you no likey ...

Also @tuertonproprelapin ..

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im not colouring him, I HATE his ass .

FUCK YOU RayMONF (dumps him in acid and burns him alive)

Maybe I'll draw him fat and at home with his daughter maybe.

The muscle study really helped btw.. who would've guessed.

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ermm a little bit of Ghoap writing + art , TW!SelfHarm btw

It happened again. He didn't know why he did it this time. His excuse? He wanted it. He deserved it. Was that the truth?

He said it himself, that makes it the truth.

He sat on his bed, no, chair—in that godforsaken fucking chair. With the prettiest knife he had ever own. Blade was once clean, now stained—it once laid perfectly in its display case. Now in his hands, his right hand. Pushing against the skin. Relieving him of that familiar feeling, that feeling that itched until you couldn't scratch anymore.

He cut. Not too deep, as not to hit the important things underneath that skin he wore. He cut down, inside of his arm all the way down to his wrist. Just about an inch above. He couldn't cut there, caused problems, would decrease his ability to work. He'd get caught.

The red flowing carelessly down his arm, interlacing his fingers and dripping off onto his pants. Thank God they were black. Easier to remove.

It didn't hurt anymore. It never did. He never got his relief, the things he thought he deserved.

He sat, and watched as the red formed rivers.

Johnny noticed his absence, it wasn't odd. It was common to not see him around base. Making way down the barrack's walls, came a familiar door. His. Simon's. Without thought the door creaked it's way open. Simon found himself eye to eye with him, Johnny. He didn't hurry to cover. It was what it was. Nothing would change. People just worried too much. It'll heal.

( Writing on art: I've done nothing wrong. Why must you worry. I won't die. It's not that deep. It heals. Nothing will change. I've done it before. )

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He's probably a dog I swear

That fucking cowlick I swear