#can you tell i winged it
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solargeist · 6 months ago
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I draw Grian as an angel... I also draw Skizz as an angel, i think it'd be funny for Grian to try and hide he's a Watcher from new Hermits--its no use telling them anyway, but Skizz would immediately be able to clock that he's a Watcher
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robiinurheart33 · 1 month ago
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Ok ok Johnny but he can’t accept the fact that people love him?
First girlfriend. Went south real fast and realised he was gay.
First boyfriend. Was bi-curious. First heartbreak too.
Second boyfriend. Only wanted him for his body. Self explanatory.
Third boyfriend. Way too emotionally unavailable, felt like they weren’t even dating at a point. Turns out he already has a partner.
You get the gist.
At a very young age, Johnny was aware of his unfortunate personality. School fights, family scoldings, bedroom sobbing, it’s all just a blur to him now. It’s not like he had the worst life out there, no. But he can’t shake the fact that he can’t really remember anything about his childhood. The trauma stuck though, unfortunately.
He could never really seem to shake off that “unloveable” blanket on his shoulders.
It’s not that bad, in retrospect. His friends like him, sure. They tolerate him. He knows he’s loud, he knows he’s brash, he’s a lot to deal with! He understands. So every once in a while, he’ll just…back off. Leave everyone alone and just spend some time alone. The horrors do get to him when he’s alone in his room, clutching the fabric of his shirt and trying to get ahold of his breathing, but it’s basically nothing to what everyone else has to endure! He’s selfish, he knows it already, always needy, always wanting. This is the least he can do to make sure that his loved ones aren’t tipped over the boiling point and actually leave him for good.
He doesn’t know what to do with himself at times.
Then he meets ghost.
Powerful, strong, admirable Ghost. He blew his fucking lid. He’s even bigger than the rumours suggest. He’s professional, clean. He’s everything that Soap wishes to be.
He’s jealous right off the bat. How could he not be?
Honestly, he feels a bit bad for the guy at the start. Soap’s laying it on thick with the touching and the questions. He’s obviously fucking with him a bit, bit to be fair he’s not really doing much to stop him either. As time goes on, it becomes a weird sort of admiration/jealousy thing. He still is jealous of Ghost, but not to an extreme extent that he could be.
Ghost is another very peculiar case, one that Soap doesn’t seem to mind prodding. After a few missions together, he could see why he was so infamous. But still, Ghost wasn’t pushing back. Has anyone done this to him before? Why was he just letting this happen? Ghost might find him weird, sure, but he’s the most curious disturbing motherfucker soap’s ever met.
The army isn’t exactly a place to find someone to get their dick wet, homophobes around the corner at every turn. Soap’s just accepted it as part of life now, not really wanting to think much on it but having that fact lurk at the back of his mind. It’s a bit depressing, sure, to not have anyone get to know his actual self, but then again he was sure that anyone who truly got to know him wouldn’t talk to him ever again. If it’s not the gay thing, it’s the army thing. If its not the army thing, it the personality thing. Whatever. John’s gotten used to it.
However, though some unexplainable force (the SAS and Price), Soap and Ghost had become some sort of dynamic duo now. They’d fought together, lost together, gone through some of the most horrific weathers known to man, and they’d both survived under some miracle. Well, soap survived. He never doubted ghost would.
He got very close though. Way too close for Soap’s liking. They were in some fuck-ass country upside down the earth, down to his last mag and ghost clipped in the shoulder. They were hauling ass just- away. They didn’t know when exfil would get there, or where. Their main objective was just to survive. Ghost was making a very vulnerable wheezing sound from his throat and Soap’s gun was overheating, burning though his gloves.
“Soap- Sargent.” Ghost whispered, somehow always remaining calm in the most chaotic situation Soap’s been in so far. Either that, or he’s just really fuckin tired.
“No’ now, L.T, tryna get us to safety.”
“Soap, leave me behind.”
“What? Listen, I’ve got no time for your stupid heroism crap, okay? Just- shut up.”
“MacTavish, im serious. I have nothing waiting for me. I’ll be okay. Just go. Stay safe.”
“Whot the hell did i just say?” He snapped, turning towards him. “I’ve go’ no time for this. You’re coming wit me whether you like it or not.” Soap jabs a finger into his chest, leaning in close until he’s sure Ghost can see the faintest scar on his right eyebrow from screwing around with a razor with his friends, trying to give himself a eyebrow slit.
“You’ve got me, haven’t ya? You’ve got Price, and the people on your team are counting on you. I’m counting on you. So you can die somewhere else, in the bumfuck a’ nowhere, but you’re not allowed to die today, now. Ya hear me?”
Like this, gunpowder and dust making his nose itchy, looking intensely at Ghost to make sure his point is drive home, there’s a look in his eyes that soap thinks he’s never seen before. He- he kinda looks like-
How Soap looks at Ghost.
With admiration.
Oh.
So, yeah. They ran out of there on the air of their asses, Soap laughing as the final hits of adrenaline pulses his heart, Ghost leaning against him with the same look in his eye, and they’ve never exactly been the same after that.
Soap chalked it off as it being in the heat of the moment kinda thing, but he’s been consistently catching Ghost’s eye staring at him from a distance away, just staring, with that strange look in his eye. Not always with the same emotion, Soap guesses, but still. It’s close enough. He doesnt know what’s happening, or what he did, but something changed. And it’s driving him insane. It’s not that Ghost wasn’t already friendly in his own weird ghost way, but now he’s being friendly in a normal way.
It’s so weird.
He’ll be waiting at the gun range for Soap like he knows he’d appear there, toss him an apple when he feels peckish, slap his hand away when he needs to change bandages muttering something about him not doing it properly. It’s weird, and it’s nice, and it’s making soap feel all itchy and hot. he can’t even scratch himself anymore as a soothing tick, Ghost will just slap his hand away and grumble a “stop that.”
It’s weird, and soap can’t help but enjoy it.
He feels a bit selfish, feeling like he’s somehow taking advantage of ghost’s kindness, but for what? He’s feeling guilty but what exactly is he being selfish about? Maybe a mental checkup is in order, he’s losing his mind a bit. They’re friends, that’s all. It’s not…that unheard of that ghost would have friends, isn’t it? He should feel honoured to be his…fist? Again, Soap doesn’t know a lot about him.
Time passes. He dips his toes in guerrilla warfare for the first time, can’t say he’s a fan. Been backstabbed, shot, and survived. Hes earned his nickname, and sticks by it. (Hah) Though thick and thin, Ghost’s been there throughout it all. An angel guiding him to the churches, a leader who he would follow to the pits of hell, a friend when he needed one. After all that, the questions just never seemed to slow down. About his family, himself, his hobbies… to keep him awake, to pass the time, just whenever. Mostly Soap would get grumbles and short answers, proper sentences if he’s in the mood (which is all the time) or drunk enough. He’s flustered under all the attention and he knows it, itching beneath the helmet and the layers of armour. Soap is brash, and loud, and a little bit of a pyromaniac. He knows it. He’s fine with it. All jagged edges, no slowing down in sight. He doesnt know what to do with the change coming. He does the only thing he knows to do. He runs. After all of it is said and done, with makarov in the streets now, not much is to be done other than waiting for further instruction.
Applies leave for a few days, rented a airbnb online, have some alone time. Reset. Easy. Simple. Hes done this all his life. But when he was just about to slip out, Ghost suddenly appeared right in front of him.
“Gah- Jesus, fuck, ghost. What’s wrong?”
“You’re leaving.”
“Yeah, I am. You signed off on the papers.”
“Why?”
“Just…some time. To myself.”
“Is that it?”
“…yeah?” What else does he want me to say?
Ghost looks like he.. squirms a bit, which is weird. Ghost doesn’t squirm.
“Just… the countryside. And stuff.” This is the worst casual conversation he’s ever had with Ghost.
“Um… i got you something.” Then he’s holding something out.
“Huh? Really- this is a rock.” What the fuck.
“It’s a rock from Las Almas.”
“You… kept a rock. From Las Almas. What, you couldn’t have stopped by an actual gift shop just around the corner? I think i saw one right around where i found your knife lodged into-”
“-You done yet?” He snaps.
“Apparently not, sir. You wanna explain the rock?” Soap’s being a bitch.
“Just that… you’re going to be alone… and. Makarov.”
“It’s a legitimate place, ghost. you wont find anyone there.”
“Not just that, it’s like-” He groans slightly and scratches the back of his head. “You’re going to be alone, and the last time you were alone..”
Oh.
“It’s just a reminder that like, I wasn’t going to give it to you this soon but, i was there. With you. You weren’t truly alone, johnny. And.. you’re going to be alone now. Actually alone. And i just….its. I’m here. At Redhill. I’m going to be here. You know where to find me.”
You’ve got me, haven’t ya?
Oh shit.
Soap doesn’t know what to say. He can feel the tip of his ears burning, pricking down his cheeks and flush down his neck. He doesnt know how to stand properly, what to say, how to think. Because everything he;s thinking right now should not be applied to his lieutenant.
This doesn’t mean anything, right? It doesn’t change anything. It’s still the same. Soap knows that Ghost cares about him. He’s his Sargent. He’s his Sargent. But not in that way. They’re friends. The rock from Las Almas. He’s fine. They’re fine. It’s just like the rock is a physical manifestation and real evidence that Ghost may or may not like him. Jesus, he shouldn’t think like that. He’s too quiet. He should say something. His lips twitch.
“Thank you.” THAT’S IT?? SAY MORE.
“I’ll know where to look, then.” Soap gives the most half flustered, half assed smile he’s ever given to anyone. He cant even begin to imagine how he looks right now. His heart pulls. Ghost looks away. He feels like he’s going to be swept off his feet in a bad (good) way.
“Right then.” He clears his throat, disappearing down the corner of the hallway. Soap gapes as he stares after him. What was that? What was him? What? He looks down at the heavier-than-it should-look rock in his sweaty palms, and swallows.
This doesn’t change anything. They’re still working together. They’re the lieutenant and Sargent of the 141 Taskforce. He’s fine. They’re fine.
Everything is okay.
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blackkatdraws2 · 9 months ago
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The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]
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twisting-in-wonderland · 9 months ago
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Tsum boss battle-
bonus(?) and wip stuff under readmore (lol)
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I would play a twst rpg - Deuce would be a good heavy physical defense and physical attacker methinks
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wips - 'lineart' and the original deuce and tsum sketch that i deemed too boring, so the boss battle was drawn instead lol
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ato-dato · 1 year ago
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Angel Crowley angel Crowley angel Crowley angel Crow-
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pallanophblargh · 1 month ago
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Apologies, I’m justifiably livid and will be for… who knows how long.
Before I can find a way to put that to good use, here’s an equally angry sketch.
Rage against the dying of the light.
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collophora · 8 months ago
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"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*
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bunnieswithknives · 8 months ago
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AU where the Winged Lion was just a littleeeee bit more 'selfish'.
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glowsticcc · 9 months ago
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sleepy saturday mornings
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itsguysnightitsironic · 10 months ago
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Kith and kin.
Sometimes peace doesn't mean a lover's embrace, it means, well, peace.
Love loses! Happy aromantic week!! To me, to you and the whole cast of Avantris characters that have not shown any sign of romantic attraction, adore you.
EDIT: Since Richie asked for Art notes, here they are:
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thanks for coming to my aro-talk.
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kidokear · 2 months ago
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ultratober24 /// Day 6
Comfort
To find comfort in the very being that commenced his decent. Ironic.
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galactaknightyaoi · 4 months ago
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🏳️‍⚧️ DOUBLE HEADCANON ATTACK!!! 🏳️‍⚧️
Family HCs are already fun on their own but with transness added on they're even better. It's actual comedy gold. Also I've always wanted to draw some kind of Meta Knight VS Galacta Knight type thing, but I can't take anything seriously like that. So you get This.
What This is, is a way too high effort shitpost. It took a combined 2 and a half? Days, though most of it was just sketching. I'm proud of it! Anything for the bit.
Textless version + unfinished doodle under the cut
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fairsweetlonging · 4 months ago
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more peak lord preen abilties!! with inspiration from @sillygoofyqueer <3
yue qingyuan is the most thorough and gentle preener, having the experience to know what to do, but he never seeks out shen qingqiu for it and never asks because he's afraid to cross a line (also sometimes the hesitance makes shen qingqiu nervous and the barely-there touches can be a sensory nightmare)
liu qingge is a little harsh but he tries his best, definitely needs a lot of guiding, but is very good if there's a deep rooted itch and much needed shedding; also is hesitant to volunteer even though he will fight others for it; has taken shen qingqiu for flights on his sword so he can still feel the wind in his wings when without a cure acts up; has definitely had shen qingqiu sprawled out across his lap in bliss once and is still riding that high
mu qingfang is a gentle, diligent preener, always has tea and cakes at the ready, but he tends to go into long talks of wing disease and parasites and does without a cure need checking..? probably was the first one to notice shen qingqiu's feather picking behavior. is really good at freeing ripe pin feathers. is the third dog sneaking away with the bone when the other peak lords are fighting each other over whose turn it is to help out
shang qinghua isn't the best preener, he mostly runs his fingers through the feathers and pulls a little too hard, but he can yap shen qingqiu into next week and keep up conversation when shen qingqiu doesn't feel like talking; one time shen qingqiu tried to lean against him and tuck one leg, but shang qinghua misunderstood and stepped away and shen qingqiu fell over; has been given a wing-hug
qi qingqi is a good preener with an eye for detail, and her gossip is always fresh, but her combing is not for the weak! some of her disciples keep asking for feathers for personal projects (they're so pretty and shiny!); she's encouraging shen qingqiu to use his wings to fight
wei qingwei will pick shen qingqiu up and kidnap him to his peak to sit him down for tea and wingcare if he notices his wings are disheveled; is a total dad about it, casually reaching out to fix stray feathers or gently pull out a loose one whenever
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bonus binghe!
binghe has a collection of feathers he found while cleaning shizun's room
he can't get enough of the way shizun's wings flap and floof up when he's eating binghe's food
keeps trying to add stuff to shen qingqiu's nest (he tried his own robes once, but it didn't work), wants desperately to be invited in
is jealous of everyone who's been allowed to preen shizun's wings (he's the head disciple and shizun's favorite, cleaning the house and cooking food, it should be his job to do wingcare!!)
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cinnamon-flame · 1 year ago
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Posting the wip made me finally finish this! I like this piece but I'm kinda tired of looking at this after the three months this took
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duskfel · 5 months ago
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ceaseless as the passage of time and just as inevitable.
Entropy belongs to me
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joonebugg · 4 months ago
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MOONWATCHER‼️💪🥶🔥
SHE IS MY GIRL BRO SHOUTOUT MOON!!!!!!!!
Winter, Kinkajou, and Qibli are here too I guess.../sillay /lh
And as always, @yellow-computer-mouse !!!!!!!! Get in here boy!!!!!!!!!!!! I made hod dog!!!!!!!!!!!
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