Why Do I Feel Like He Wouldn’t Mind To Watch The World Burn?

@bamsara’s fic A Moment gave me brainworms ✌️

Delirious: Your dad has an ice cream truck?

Moo: He sold bombs?

Vanoss: You have a dad?!

it's annoying that video games disable achievements when you install mods. i DID kill alduin who cares if thomas the tank engine was there

“It has always been me and you…“

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Please give me more from Sope obviously about everything that is happening around him and ghost who all this time thought it was just friendly.

I need the dinner and how they realise that they are the best thing in the world for each other.

it is my honour to expand on soap being oblivious

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“…I mean, I’m not gay, but—I can appreciate when a man looks good, y’ken?”

Ghost pauses. Really pauses. As in, his forkful of food is held midair just out of reach of his next bite just so he can look at Soap. Really look.

Because he must’ve hit his head at some point to have thought to say something so… strange. Wrong, Ghost wants to think.

Now, Ghost realizes there isn’t a lot about life that he can be completely sure about. But when Soap had approached him—after months of back-and-forth flirting just teetering over the edge of something friendly, after growing and festering feelings developing between them—and asked Ghost if he wanted to go for dinner some time, just the two of them, Ghost had been certain it was a date.

And now Soap is here, sitting across from Ghost with his own fancy dinner, saying this. Unbelievable.

With a deep breath and one last incredulous look, Ghost sets down his fork. Folds his hands over the table, leans back in a chair that has no right to creak beneath his weight with the price they’re paying to be here.

“Say that again,” Ghost demands.

Soap stops mid-sentence, drawing his eyebrows together. A frown—pout—graces his lips, and maybe a minute prior to the present Ghost would be overcoming to urge to kiss it from Soap’s face.

“…I’m not gay?”

Ghost blinks. Levels Soap his most unimpressed stare in the hopes the cogs would start turning without further prompting. But Ghost isn’t so lucky, clearly.

“Why are we here?” Ghost tries instead.

“To eat dinner?” Soap winces like he knows the answer is wrong, but not like he knows why.

“At a nice restaurant,” Ghost says. “Just the two of us.”

Silence falls over them, nothing to break the sudden tension beyond the muted chatter and clinking of cutlery from other patrons.

“Can two friends not have dinner together?” Soap asks meekly. He’s finally begun to sound unsure of his words, shrinking in on himself under Ghost’s questioning gaze.

Ghost sighs. Softly, he urges, “Why did you invite me here, Johnny?”

Soap’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he works through this new problem like it’s an equation to solve, a mission to execute. He sits back, face contorting in deep thought before it eventually goes slack, wide-eyed and naive realization appearing as Soap finally looks back up at Ghost.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Soap drags his hands over his face, cheeks blooming a deep red as he groans into his palms. Ghost can’t help but watch on with a deep but fond exasperation.

“I just—I—this whole time—“

“Don’t need to explain yourself,” Ghost hums. He takes the opportunity to finally shove his forgotten forkful into his mouth. “Glad we could establish this is a date.”

Soap peeks out between his fingers. “You’re tellin’ me you… you agreed to this, thinking it was a date, while I—God, Simon,” he huffs. “You have awful taste in men.”

“At least I know when to come to terms with it.”

Soap scoffs and kicks Ghost’s shin under the table. “Haud yer wheesht.”

Ghost snickers. He jabs his now-empty fork in the direction of Soap’s plate. “Eat your food. Want to make this a real date later on.”

Soap’s face somehow turns an even brighter shade of red.

But he obliges.

And Ghost is very glad to know that he could, in fact, be certain about this one thing.

"...and whenever I use my new big dick, I will think of you and all you've done for me."

I just think a physical manifestation of Guillermo negging Nandor every time he touches his dick would have been sooooo funny. (I drew this right after ep 3 aired and the fact that it's canon Nandor has been basically avoiding Marwa ever since is...certainly something lmao)

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[ID: 1a. Dark interior of a coffin. Close up Nandor's face laying over Marwa, her knees pulled up around his waist, grinning smugly into her shoulder. We can only see the back of Marwa's perfect head. He says, "What do you think, my sweet Marwa? Isn't it magnificent?" 1b. Reverse shot over Nandor's shoulder. Nandor pulls back to look at his wife and his eyes bug out of his head to see a naked Guillermo laying there instead, in the same position Marwa was in, smirking cooly up at him. Guillermo responds "Yep. You're welcome for that, by the way."

2. The scene brightens with candlelight as Nandor suddenly launches himself backwards out of the coffin and plasters himself to the ceiling, eyes the size of dinner plates and surrounded by question marks. Birds-eye view over his shoulder at Marwa, laying naked in the coffin as she has been the entire time. She sits up and reaches out to him in concern, saying "Nandor? Husband? Are you alright?"

3. Nandor, nude but for a blanket around his waist, launches himself down the stairs into his secret room at vampiric speed. He shouts, "Djinn! What have you done!!" Standing in the foreground, his back to Nandor, the djinn smirks to himself as he reads a book titled "1001 Nights of Passion".

4a. A different night. Nandor stands alone somewhere in the house, taking a moment to adjust himself in his pants - perhaps he does need new clothes for his new penis. 4b. Nandor jumps in shock as a vision of Guillermo suddenly appears at his shoulder with a mean smile, saying, "Remember when I saved your old penis from witches?" Nandor instinctively wraps his cape around himself as he exclaims "Fuck! Ing! Guy!"

5a. A different night. Shot from behind of Nandor peeking nervously around the corner toward the main entry of the house, where Marwa, wearing a green peasant dress from Target, is passing by calling out "Nandor, my love, where are you?" with a worried expression.

5b. Now that she has passed by, Nandor turns around to face the viewer and leans back against the wall with a sigh of relief. 5c. Repeat of 5b; Nandor opens his eyes and glances suspiciously to the side as his hand creeps beneath his tunic and into his trousers.

5d. Close up of Nandor in profile, looking nervous or maybe anticipatory, looking down towards his crotch offscreen. His lips are pursed cautiously as he undoes his pants with an audible zip. 5e. Repeat of 5d; a vision of Guillermo appears in the foreground, peering judgmentally over Nandor's shoulder toward his occupied penis. He says, "Don't mess up your pants - I dry clean them for you every week, you know." Nandor's expression crumples into an anxious pout, whining as he realizes the djinns consequences have prevailed. /end ID]

Just two hedgehogs on a field 🤲