mustardsticks

[mustardsticks]

cold conversation

apparently I keep drawing them in the cold so I made a tag for these: #cold weather series

[mustardsticks]

anyway back to drawing these two idiots

[mustardsticks]

Wild AU that’s been sitting in my drafts for years

Note- Wrote and drew this post like 2 years ago I believe. I was in a phase where I just dropped characters into BNHA. had a weird crossover idea, it started with the whole PFL gang appearing in DC but than descended into ‘Wash and Church in BNHA’. Starts with Wash in season 15, and as you know gets to know trunk-kun in bullet form. Wakes up in BNHA during surgery. 

His current body is identical to his pervious one, just de-aged with all the scars and implants, they got him out of an underground illegal fighting ring . They’re cutting the back of his neck and trying to remove a chip, and Wash lashes out and starts screaming. They stop and Alpha/Church or Epsilon is trying to talk him down, which makes Wash freak out more since he has no idea what the hell is going on. (Ngl originally I was thinking Santa with Wash) Activates his quirk and now everyone’s freaking out. Soon wakes up in his head with Church trying to get him calm. They figure out what’s happening n etc. HPSC and all that good stuff. Didn’t really dive into this idea besides: what is going on, Wash and Church recreating the amours and other goodies. 

[mustardsticks]

oh my god, its been so long since ive ever posted anything. I was such a Billy Batson stan--still am btw but only crap I've fallen back into my Naruto obsession. My ao3 bookmarks are nothing but Naruto Oc/self-inserts (Idk but i just love that stuff) or warring-states era (IZUNA UCHIHA MY LOVE) I need to get back into drawing but I've been so burned out and low key just forgot how to so stuff TToTT.

Also anything related to writing. While I'm always always enthusiastic for creating my fics and love creating stories in my head, I majorly suck at writing and actually fleshing out the stories I wish to create. So no promises there.

[mustardsticks]

Divine Twitch Chat come through 🤺

Also B/W version cause they kinda slap

[mustardsticks]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[mustardsticks]

Noodle husband does best cuddles

[mustardsticks]

cw for everything

All Things End

[mustardsticks]

i bring u… angst

[mustardsticks]

I caved

[mustardsticks]

Washington edit anyone??

[mustardsticks]

This was in my mind for 3 days for now and I finally got my lazy ass to share it: What if soap was in a gang like friend group before he went to the military?

Imagine that. Soap having 5 friends all so fucking simular to the 141. Looks and everything except the scars. And EVERYONE can see it except soap and his previous friend group. They are all still friends. They called themselves 'all for everyone' or A.F.E. for short and were like a second family to soap. They still are.

When soap first enrolled in his school at 5th grade he instantly became best friends with 5 kids that were here before him. All of them were 5th graders like him except the 6th grader that looks a lot like price but doesn't really have the iconic beard that price has. That's the cousin of the 5th grader that looks like gaz only a little darker with longer braided hair.

The already formed gang 'adopted' soap and he became their baby brother. They went on all sorts of adventures and did a shit ton of mischief mostly to the shitty teachers. They even had a hang out spot in the woods close to town where they would play all day. They did everything together.

They feel comfortable enough with eachother to let the other friends do dumb shit like slap their ass for a joke, kiss them on the forehead or the cheek (you gotta kiss the homies goodnight) and they never felt weird about it. They even got permission from soap to call him Johnny or John. That's how tight they were together.

3 of them smoked while the other 3 didn't. The smokers were the ghost copycat, the price copycat and the gaz copycat. The others didn't smoke because they didn't want to. That was fine with the others. He has a groupchat with all 6 of them and they rented eachother often.

They were a family to Soap when his didn't give a shit about him.

So when he gets a call from the Alejandro copycat calls him when he's on break one night and tells him that him and the Rudy copycat are getting married and that he's invited to be the one to walk the Alejandro copycat down the aisle he's fucking extatic. He asks if he can bring a couple of friends from 141 to the wedding and the Alejandro copycat agrees.

Soap goes to price, Ghost and gaz while looking more giddy and exited than usual. When he's asked what he's so exited about, gaz buts in while looking at price asking if they had a new package of c4s delivered and soap tells him straight on why he's so giddy.

When soap is finished gaz just looks shocked, price just looks amused and ghost is just confused. Price asks where soap is going with this and soap just tells them straight on.

"Would ye' lads come with me to my friends wedding on leave?" While giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster. (Ghost swears he didn't get a nose bleed and turn into a tomato under the mask but all of them would like differ)

Price consideres it for a little.

Before he could say anything soap says that there would be a designated smoking spot, a food buffet and that they would meet soaps friends that were like a family to him before he met the 141 or joined the army. And that it was very important for him to go there because he would be the one walking the Alejandro clone down the aisle (he does have a name, I just haven't come up with it yet)

Gaz is intrigued because he wants to know who was soaps bestfriend and brother in crime before him (and also the food because he's broke as shit and became sick of the food on base) so he said yes without hesitant and looked at price pleading with his puppy eyes.

Price was intrigued by the designated smoking spot and he couldn't say no to someone who wanted to make their friends happy (he thought of the possibility of showing lawswell pictures of the wedding and bragging that he was more liked by the boys than lawswell) so he said yes and asked when the wedding will be.

Ghost wasn't really thrilled but was curious about soaps friends and cmon he could not say no to Soaps puppy eyes. (Soap did confirm that he could wear a simple balaclava but not the full on skull mask which was fine by ghost.) Also he didn't want to be left alone on base the entire time. Who would he talk to late at night if neither Soap, price or ga where there? He also said yes hesitantly.

Soap had said that the wedding wasn't until 2 weeks so they would have a bachelors party for the Alejandro clone in the first week. And the wedding would be on the second week. So off they were to Glasgow. They would stay at soaps house till the wedding was over. Price did the paperwork to get them all on leave for 2 weeks.

Ghost wasn't really thrilled, he downright hated going on leave but he kept saying to himself that, it's going to be okay, it was only going to be for 2 weeks and that nothing would be bad. He had soap price and gaz with him. And soap also mentioned that his friends respect boundaries.

Imagine their shock when they get introduced to the whole friend group by soap.

That's all I could probably make it into a series. If you guys want.

[mustardsticks]

recreation/revelation

[mustardsticks]

heads go BONK

(inspired by this fic !!)

[mustardsticks]

quick ghostsoap roommates au. idea word vomit

soap has always known ghost to be a bit odd, what with his comings and goings at strange hours, the weird abundance of money, the paranoia of a doomsday prepper, the mask(s)… the list goes on, really. but soap knows he has his own oddities and so long as ghost is decent company and pays his half of the rent on time, there isn’t much of a reason to be bothered

what soap hadn’t known about his roommate, however, is that ghost is a contract killer. a hitman. his roommate assassinates people for money and soap has been living with him for years and had no idea—but somehow, finding out isn’t nearly the worst thing that’s happened to him

no—the worst thing is that it’s after he discovers ghost’s real profession (when simon had said he’s a “contractor” upon move-in, in what world should soap assume that to mean the highly illegal, killing people sense?) that soap realizes he’s developed feelings for ghost

[mustardsticks]

Alt. Happy Ending / Main Sad Ending

tw- past character death, starvation, memory loss 

Due to popular demand, an alternate Happy ending has been made becuase of your delicious tears.

Unedited.    

It's been a few months since Ghost last visited Soaps grave.

They moved out of the base they were staying during Soaps funeral and traveled back to the mainland.

The taskforce was back into business and things were hectic, missions being assigned left and right and most were back to back without any rest.

It was only when things were beginning to settle down did they make plans for their leave. Ghost opted to go back to Scotland to visit Soap and Price volunteered to go with to watch over the sprout.

When they touched down, Ghost separated from Price to visit the cemetery as Price secured their lodgings.

On his way, Ghost looked around for flowers to give to Soap. He managed to find a bush with Forget-me-not'. His eyes began to tear up and he tugged one off from it's stem.

When he finally arrived to Soap's burial site. He noticed the ground was more dirt than the luscious green grass that surrounded the headstone.

Ghost huffed furiously at the thought of someone messing with Johnny's grave.

He stalked closer to the headstone and noticed the grass was pulled, some with the roots tossed Con the ground and holes littered the ground because of it.

Then he saw it.

A mound on the ground.

He broke into a sprint and stopped right before the mound and looked into the hole in it.

Empty.

Ghost's hope shot up. Johnny might be alive!

He circled the mound, noticing how dry the dirt was. Which meant he must've sprouted recently.

Ghost tilted his head towards the side of the headstone when he heard rustling and sounds of grass crinkling.

He hurried to the side and looked over to the back of the headstone.

First thing Ghost noticed was the greenery, It was bright and plentiful unlike the front.

Second was the Sprout sitting on the ground. Clothes dirty and stained, and torn at the edges. Their kilt was in the same state, and their feet bare from shoes and socks. Hair rested at their chin, matted and ungroomed, knotted and torn short in some places, and shone oily.

The flower that sprouted from their head was red and white that border the edges, a Chrysanthemum.

It was Johnny.

The flower in Ghost's hand dropped in disbelief and tentatively called out to him.

"Johnny?"

Soap stopped what he was doing and his head turned to Ghost with a questioningly grunt. 

Ghost's heart dropped at the sight of him. Johnny didn't look like a fresh sprout at all.

His cheeks were sunken in, skin dirty and littered with bruises and cuts, eyes were dull and not a lick of remembrance when he looked at Ghost.

Worst of all he was munching on grass. 

Johnny must've sprouted after he left. He was alone and with no one to help him. The grass by the front of the grave had been eaten up and he didn't bother venturing away from his grave.

Without proper food and company, Soap hadn't grown properly. Because of this Soap was boney and no memories of his past.

Ghost shook his head to bring himself back to the present. 

Soap was still staring at him confused.

Ghost raised his hands in a mock surrender and slowly moved towards him.

Soap just tilted his head to the side. Ghosts heart ached at that. Soap didn't even have the instinct of being wary of others.

Ghost slowly sat next to Soap and tried to tug out whats left of the grass out of Soaps mouth.

Soap whine and his eyes teared up but quickly grew happy again when peanuts were shoved into his mouth instead. His teeth had some trouble adjusting to the hard texture but ultimately enjoyed the crunch.

Ghost tossed out the chewed up grass and turned back to Soap.

Soap was leaning up to Ghost on his knees with his mouth open and eyes wide and sparkling.

Ghost smiled under his mask and began to feed Soap peanuts one by one to try and buy some time for Price to arrive.

30 minutes had passed and Ghost ran out of snacks for Soap to feed on and resorted to the petals on the flower he had brought.

"Ghost?"

Ghost got up and dragged Soap up with him and around the grave.

"Price! Price!" Said person turn and looked down at them.

Price's jaw dropped at the sight of the other sprout.

"S-Soap?!" He said disbelieving and got onto his hands and knees to get a better look.

Ghost nodded and Soap curiously looked at the newcomer.

"I think Johnny sprouted after we left"

Price's brows furrowed and his lips pursed in guilt as his eyes watered.

He flipped his hand palm up so the two can climb on. He pulled them up and moved them towards his chest in a mock hug.

"Im sorry for leaving you here all alone Soap."

Soap just smiled hugged him as if he understood.

Ghost tugged on Price's thumb. "Lets go back and bring Johnny back to health! He'll regain his memory if we take care of him properly"

Price let out a sad laugh. "Yeah... lets bring you back home Soap, I know Gaz will be happy to have you back."

Soap chriped happily, a fuzzy feeling settled in his chest. He didn't know them but he knew to trust them. Like how he trusted his instincts on staying put by his grave and wait. It brought him people who gave him this fuzzy feeling he wanted to keep chasing after.

(fin)

As you can see I ran out of steam at the ending, had no idea how to continue lmao.

Chrysanthemum - optimism

[mustardsticks]

grabs a boy and picks him up