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al4thea · 3 days
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This has been living rent free in my head for so long, inspired by this post
I don't post as much because I lost my will to draw, idk why.
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s3rrrpentine · 2 days
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someday i'll get it
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remiebear · 3 days
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Kitty meow meow cat meow meow wow
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ghcstao3 · 2 days
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server soap who consistently racks up the biggest tips during his shifts, always knowing how to charm, flirt, say the right things. it’s even pretty common for him to receive at least one phone number every time he’s working, though he always discreetly tosses those once he’s out of sight.
not because he’s necessarily opposed to dating—it’s just that he’s got his eyes on a certain bartender.
ghost is gruff, quiet, awkward, and stupidly oblivious to soap’s advances. soap thinks he’s perfect. so he doesn’t really care if his flirting doesn’t get him anywhere, because at least ghost talks to him unlike with most of their other coworkers.
ok, soap cares a little bit. because god knows how much he wants to kiss ghost silly, how much he wants to hold him and sing praises and watch that endearing blush spread across ghost’s face. but even still—he could wait. he would wait, until ghost was comfortable enough for anything to come about.
but for the time being, soap will just pretend the eyes he often feels on his back mean anything of significance, and aren’t just ghost glaring at him for snagging drinks.
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mactavishenjoyer · 2 days
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Random bad Guy:"I have evidence you are cheating on Soap. You are going to do what I want or I send him a Video of you kissing Ghost."
Roach:"he also kisses Ghost."
Random bad guy:"what?"
Roach:"we all kiss Ghost...he needs it. if we don't he thinks we hate him."
Random bad guy:"the fuck?
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emmster · 3 days
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I’m not sure if this is angst or not
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umbra-mayhem · 2 days
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When Johnny was a boy, he lived on the coast. The beach was his and his sisters’ playground; the ocean was their playmate. Granted, the water was always freezing, and Johnny’s ma would chastise him constantly, saying he’d catch a cold playing in the water. But no matter how many times he was scolded, he was always drawn back to the sea. It called to him. It felt like home.
After he enlisted, Johnny missed the ocean for a long time. He couldn’t control where he was stationed, where he was deployed. So it was always by lucky chance if he got even a glimpse of any body of water, let alone the sea. He struggled to sleep without the sound of waves crashing, over and over like the breath of a giant. When he did manage to fall asleep, Johnny dreamt of the ocean. He longed for it. Ached for it.
And then he met a man whose voice sounded like waves hitting the rocky shore and whose eyes were the exact shade of blue that haunted Johnny’s dreams. He couldn’t help but stare, which provoked a sharp response from the Lieutenant. Johnny, of course, looked away then, but he kept stealing glances, entranced by the fragments of ocean caught in the man’s eyes.
And as Johnny began to know the Lieutenant better, he began to realize more and more how like the ocean Ghost was. He could be calm and still, or tumultuous and raging. He was powerful and deadly and contained dark depths most people dared not venture into. But Johnny dared. He plunged in, not minding the cold. And he found that this man…Simon…was like the sea in other ways as well. He was playful and beautiful and so vast.
There would be high tides, where Simon would submerge Johnny with his love. Where Johnny was floating in a serene sea of caresses and soft whispers. He could sleep at night again when he shared a bed with Simon; the ebb and flow of Simon’s breath was familiar and soothing.
And there would be low tides, where Simon would pull away. Too scared of himself. Of his feelings. Of getting too attached. But no matter how far he’d recede, Simon would always come rushing back. And Johnny would dig his feet into the sand and let Simon love him however he could. Johnny was strong. He was patient. He had waited for the ocean. He had found his way back home. He found it in a man with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes.
Johnny no longer felt that longing, that ache. He no longer had to search for the sea. He held the whole ocean in his arms.
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soapssock · 1 day
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Ghost: The i in my name can stand for "I don't give a fuck"
Soap: The j in my name can stand for "just kiss me already!"
Ghost, unfazed: I decline the offer.
Few minutes later...
Ghost, standing outside of Soap's door:
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gothghostiie · 2 days
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More piss kink bullying ghoap x reader pls 🙏
always up for that teehee
they're sparring with you in an almost empty gym when you tell them you gotta piss really quick - of course you shouldn't have told them. before you can even think of walking out ghost has you pinned to him, soap rubbing his hands along your thighs.
you think they're joking, squirming in ghosts grip and telling them how you really need to go, they just grin. it slowly dooms on you that they dont intend to let you go, making you struggle harder.
just when you're almost out ghost puts you in a full Nelson, giving johnny the perfect opportunity to violently rub your clit through your sweatpants while making out with ghost, whose hard on is pressing against your ass.
you moan and cry, holding back so desperately until Johnny slaps your pussy hard, making you let go and piss yourself, both men just grin with satisfaction while their bones strain against their pants <\3
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0huhu0 · 1 day
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An au I so badly want to write but draw instead. I will color and finish this in once I'm reunited with my baby (my PC)
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hokkeis · 14 hours
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Perhaps in another universe, they do have a happy ending...
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al4thea · 20 hours
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Is this meme dead?
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s3rrrpentine · 3 days
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puppy soap for the adults!!! (nsfw) (ノ*°▽°*)
also!!! only 5 slots left for $5 ghoap fan art commission!
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remiebear · 21 hours
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Hug your sprouts!!!!
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ghcstao3 · 14 hours
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AU with art handler/curator soap and ghost, (secretly) an immortal with a suspiciously endless stream of antique art to donate just so that he can have the chance to speak with soap more.
ghost is torn for two reasons: one, because he actually likes a lot of the art; and two, he doesn’t want to risk getting too close, to inevitably get his heart broken when soap grows old and he doesn’t. but ghost’s stupid feelings, after being seemingly dormant for so long, have him constantly seeking out soap’s company anyway—even if it’s only in the form of business deals.
soap, on the other side of this, is wondering how rich ghost must be to own all of these antique pieces. he wonders how much he’s travelled, how much he knows to have curated such things. but ultimately, he, too, wonders if their friendlier-than-business-partners relationship could blossom into something more—even if he suspects that there’s more to ghost than meets the eye.
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mactavishenjoyer · 3 days
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Cw: idk angst, man.
Modern Warfare AU (reboot) where everything is the same but Soap is shot with a higher caliber of weapon. 141 having to pick up pieces of Soap's head so they can take him home. The image of Soap's brains and broken skull burning into the mind of his boyfriend (any ship). His partner not even having the slightest bit of hope when they see that gun go off. Just having to fight while stepping in soap's gore.... That's it. I just want to traumatize them more.
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