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Reposting my Instagram art + their descriptions part 2:

"[SWAP AU] COLLAB TIME!!! WITH @kasaiunleashed (on Instagram) WOOOO TYSM FOR DRAWING ZIM FOR ME UR THE BEST

BTW SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR 3 MONTHS GUYS I PROMISE IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN (it probably will happen again)"

Do not get heavily inspired by my designs/use them as your own!

June 14 2023

little scene inspired by Bamsara's fic

waiting for a bus home after almost dying to a werewolf

Meeting your younger self gone wrong

I'm pretty sure the kiddo Zim and Dib wouldn't be a fan of my older version of them, which made me a little sad in the past BUT! Finally, I decided to go full-on messiness and hatred with each other! Make them both despise each other! Make them think how much the other version is stupid! Let them be this hot mess that isn't able to have a civil conversation even with themselves! xDD

enough with the fluff fight to the death!!!!

till death

do us part

smoking grass going fast

off duty

little brother. baby brother.

beach day💀🧼

check out my twitter: https://twitter.com/NoB0NSAI 💚💚💚

portable heater

He really likes his soap 💀🧼

He's about to fall asleep xD

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.

I'm not projecting, YOU'RE projecting!! Sorry it looks like trash-

I was compelled to scribble this, I think Soap is insecure about over talking so he always tries stopping himself, but Ghost loves his rambles and patiently listens every time :,))

Silly goofy behavior

CoD fluff? On *your* timeline? It's more likely than you think

Ghost baited Soap into a drinking contest and lost so bad he can't walk, now Soap is carrying him back to base while having the leftovers ♥️

I’m not the best on drawing someone looking slutty BUT- I was able to draw this…

here op ( @confuseddipshit )  Have whatever this is!

''Vindictive'' aka ''don't hurt what belongs to ghost''

Well what can I say. I do enjoy a little angst sometimes :)

💤💤

GhOsT iS BAdAsS hE dOEsN't CrY

shut up yes he does

pov: ur sarge is more unhinged than u thought (he’s a demolitions expert)

i’m not ashamed of this

mission smooching

Do. Not. Disturb.

The pros and cons of having a partner with a different core temperature than you.

The chomp Saga

Biting is their love language you cannot prove me wrong

Routine

He's protectin his wittle head 🦑🐙

You Have Terrible Morals and Obligations - Ghost/Soap

Official Part 7

Soap bit against the refusal that bubbled in his throat. Price had just finished discussing the mission plan in it's entirety, explaining everyone's role. Price and Gaz would serve as over watch while Soap, Ghost, Konig, and Horangi would move towards building infiltration. Once inside, Soap and Ghost would head West in the building to sweep and gather intelligence, Konig and Horangi doing the same in the opposite direction.

Soap chimed in, claiming Ghost was their best Sniper and would be best serving over watch, but Price assured him Ghost's hand-to-hand and close quarter fighting achievements were essential.

They had intel that a car would be delivering important documents detailing Makarov's dealings within the last few months around 8 pm, so the boys were to wait inside the building for the cargo to pull up and deal with it accordingly. Gaz suggested Ghost and Soap wait inside of the lower levels to catch the men who entered the building off guard while Konig and Horangi made their way to the roof to provide high support and a better angle than Price or Gaz would be able to from their distance.

Soap cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. Konig shifted at his side, pressed a little too close but Soap enjoyed the warmth. He could sense Ghost glowering across the table, but he refused to look at the Brit instead looking towards Price and Gaz. Horangi looked over at him from the other side of Konig, leaning forward for a better view.

"Wouldn't it be better for us to stay together? 2 men versus whatever gets out of the car... doesn't seem fair to me." Everyone regarded him carefully, and then Price snorted.

"You and Ghost are not only some of my best operators, but you make one hell of a team. I believe in your abilities." Soap blinked unbelieving. Had the last few weeks just been forgotten? Did Price forget about him collapsing onto his office floor and sobbing about Ghost's non-dead death? Or literally avoiding the man as though he was plagued with some infectious disease?

Words formed in his mouth in the shape of a protest, but he felt a solid hand on his knee. He looked down to see his thigh dwarfed by Konig's large hand, warmth flooding through his body. He snapped his mouth shut and gave a sharp nod.

Over the time that Konig and Horangi stayed at the base - It was only two days. - Soap already considered them close friends of his. Horangi wasn't really the talking type, but he didn't appear swayed from Soap's constant jabbering, even seeking the man out during lunch and free times during the day. Konig on the other hand was simply shy in the beginning, choosing not to talk. Once Soap had broken through his shell though? The man was as talkative as a scientist defending their thesis from a skeptic.

Price went back to explaining the plan, but Soap's mind was elsewhere. Was pairing Ghost and Soap together some type of forced proximity to get them friendly again? Did Soap's emotions on the situation simply not matter? He supposed not, considering he was just supposed to be a good little soldier without thoughts or feelings.

Ghost was perfect in that way; Emotionless, detached, withdrawn. Everything Soap wasn't. It’s probably why Gaz was so shocked when Soap drunkenly admitted his attraction for their superior officer. It felt stupid in hindsight, considering half the base already assumed the two had something going on. Especially after Soap went a little off the rails at Ghost’s apparent death.

“Alright, that’s the plan. Good to go?” Price asked the group.

“Good to go.” Soap responded.

“Yes, cap.” Gaz.

“Ja.” König.

“Yes.” Horangi.

Soap quirked an eyebrow as he waited to hear Ghost’s response. Lifting his gaze, he saw Ghost standing across the room, his arms crossed and gaze unwavering from König. The large Austrian shifted uncomfortably next to him.

“Yes, sir.” Ghost grunted out, and then abruptly left. Soap couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he stood, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. He took his leave soon after, beckoning König to follow. He extended the invitation to Horangi, but the man simply shook his head and motioned towards Gaz and Price who remained talking about mission plans. Soap merely nodded as he started making his way to the common room.

“I don’t think Geist likes me too much…” König said with a sigh. Soap snorted as he pushed open the doors, slumping down in the nearest lounge chair. The other was quick to follow, sprawling out in the next best seating option.

“He doesn’t like anyone too much.” Soap responded, picking idly at his nails.

“He seems to like you, Seife.” His tone sounded completely honest, a small hint of curiosity laced into it.

“Tolerates seems more appropriate.” Was how Soap chose to respond. He crossed his ankles as he rested his head back and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache beginning to bloom.

“Did something happen between you two?” Soap knew the question was going to come eventually. He opened his eyes and regarded König carefully. The man had leaned forward onto his knees, hands holding up his head. Recently he had stopped wearing the sniper hood around base, opting for a plain balaclava similar to one of Ghost’s. It made his eyes more visible, a pretty green-blue.

“I suppose you could say that. I think I assumed I was more important to him than I actually was. They really mean it when they say don’t fraternize with superiors.” König eyes flew wide open, body language exuding shock.

“Y-you and… Geist, you…?”

“No! No.” Soap snorted and then straightened himself up. His tone became serious, “Nothing like that, König.”

“Why not?” König asked, looking around cautiously for any prying eyes.

“Honestly… we’re too messed up. Our lives aren’t made for the personally complicated things.” Soap’s tone had a sad edge to it, yet he sat stoic. His face showing no emotion.

“Who says lust is complicated?” Soap paused at the words. His brows furrowed in confusion, thinking he may have heard him wrong. Perhaps it was the man’s accent; Lust?

“I- Don’t think I understand ya, big guy.” König laughed lightly at that, relaxing back into the chair.

“The tension, Seife. It’s suffocating. I’m sure the two of you can figure something out? To relieve it and in turn, yourselves?” König had said it like it was commonplace. As if the mere mention of Soap fucking his superior officer wasn't bad enough to get them reprimanded.

"First- First of all," Soap began, stomach fluttering uncomfortably, "He's my SO. I don't know what they do in your mercenary groups, but that doesn't fly in the SAS. Second; Ghost?! Mr. 'Emotional capabilities of a rock who flinches at a mere fist bump'? That isn't happening." Konig belly laughed at that, slightly shrill. Soap was surprised that a man that size could make a sound like that.

"Maybe it's being on the outside looking in," Konig said after catching his breath. A few recruits had looked their way, but Soap gave them a quick glare and they turned back to their own conversations, "But I don't think Geist would be very opposed to a more physical relationship with you." He shrugged. His eyes glanced above Soap's head and he could see the man smile beneath his mask.

"Horangi and I planned on going to the shooting range for some quick practice. Wanna come?" Konig offered as he stood, beginning to walk out. Soap only shook his head and said a small 'Thanks, but no.'

That conversation stayed in his head the entire rest of the night. Soap tried to think of instances where it seemed Ghost was interested in some way, but it really only felt like the man indulged him in all honesty.

Talking over comms in Las Almas? That was just so Ghost had peace of mind his responsibility was still alive.

'Of course, no? 'No-' 'Yes. No one fights alone.' Easily translated into "I had a job to do and you just fell into my line of duty."

No one knowing (Except Price) that Ghost was alive as a way of protecting both them and him? Nope, just another selfish ploy so the lone wolf guy would have a few weeks of peace. Not having to worry about Soap's constant talking or his management - Hell it was a damn paid vacation.

That's what Soap had convinced himself. All of that among other things that painted Ghost as some sort of villain and Soap as some misguided civilian caught in line of fire.

The plane hit a bout of turbulence, shaking him out of his thoughts. He was surprised Ghost had sat as close as he did, only a seat between the two of them. Soap looked across from him, seeing Konig and Horangi talking quietly.

"Been a bit since we've worked with mercenaries." It was quiet, rumbly. Soap gave Ghost a sideways glance.

"Yep." He popped the 'p', sitting up straighter in his seat.

"Getting along with the large one, then?" His tone was even, yet Soap couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Ghost being jealous.

"Yeah." Is all he answered with. He really hoped Ghost would stop talking. It was already bad enough their proximity and then being stuck basically glued to his side on the mission? A form of emotional torture.

"Just remember to keep it tactical, Sergeant. Don't want another Graves situation." Soap's jaw tensed at those words. A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue.

"Landing in 2." Cut through their comms. A chorus of acknowledgements flooded through.

Mission focus.

It helps that I remembered what I wrote, I just needed to fill in the little bits. How we feeling abt this?

I think imma make some smut along with this, yall good with that? Or would you rather just have mentions of rated-r happenings?