Witcher stuff, mostly.

a sign of life 🌱

found a few old sketches from last year and figured they deserved to exist somewhere outside of my folders 😭

After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.

“I like your shoelaces.”

Oh. Oh no.

I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”

The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”

Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.

Soap: We’ve already been there.

Ghost: Left, then.

Soap: Simon, that’s a store employee. Let’s just ask for directions.

Ghost: Negative. We are SAS.

Captain snaps at you for staring at him all day... I wonder why ⚆_⚆

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish has always been as sharp as a tack, and with a memory to match. After being shot in the head and being forced into a medical retirement, getting back his witt was a long road but his memory. His memory was never the same

Old ah ah draft I'll probably never continue

Ghost: "Go fuck yourself!"

Soap: "I cannae! Fuck me yourself!"

Ghost: "When and Where!?"

Soap: "At yours. Evening, ye Bastard!"

Ghost: "Got it you cunt!"

Soap: "Go kill yourself!"

“Gluteus maximus… Do you feel it John?”