#gaz is cool

[gazkamurocho]

I was walking around Osaka and saw a familiar face in a poster…

[kaitaiga]

Piccadilly.

Just some fun little renders to see what it would look like if Damien was actually a character in MW19 🤔 Lachlan and Daniel are there in Piccadilly too, they’re just somewhere off to the side 😂

The trio of Aussies were already in the UK at the time on a little exercise between the 2CDO and SAS, hence why they were at Piccadilly Circus in no time when the attacks begun. Hope you enjoy! 🐻❤️

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

A GIRL GAMER???????

I'm not even close to kidding anymore; I think drawing iz stuff is helping me draw more loosely and avoid getting burned out. I had so much fun drawing Gaz!! It was wild "designing" a character after the challenge that was zim. Features wise, she takes after dib/dad, so I was basically just playing dress up with her. And you know what? She can have a little outfit variation, as a treat. (The big skull earrings are clashing and creating all sorts of tangents with her face framing hair thingies, but OH WELL!!!)

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Ship Information

Got tagged by @alypink @kaitaiga @welldonekhushi @revnah1406! Thank you guys! 💗

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids (3 OF THEM WOOHOO) / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches/ hair stroking (both hehehe) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

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height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches (MOST IMPORTANT!!!) / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

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height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes (They have everyone and each other as inside jokes 💀) / lgbtq+ / family disapproves (Oh, their family fucking do 💀) / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches/ hair stroking (hair braiding? HELLO) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

Heimdall and Silja went like Friends to Enemies to Lovers so I colored them all 😂

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That's all! Tagging @pricescigar @applbottmjeens and YOU 🫵

[claitea]

when i first found out about geno my first impression was that he was the super stoic type or something

now that i've played a little of smrpg finally i. really dont know where i got that

[reds-skull]

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

I wondered how the Red Team skins got their masks... so this series is my take on it.

This is gonna be in (about) 5 parts, I'm posting each one the moment I finish it. I'll add links when I'm done

[anonymoosen]

Shirt Ghost AU chapter 1!

EDIT: I DON’T THINK IM CONTINUING IT AS A COMIC SERIES BUT I MADE IT INTO A FANFICTION 😭😭

Concept of the shirt ghost AU: here

Recap: Basically Dib farted so hard his shirt ghost evaporated and became sentient! Craaazyyy-

(He wanted a happier life so he got some spell book thingy to make it happen but this happens instead)

So the ghost turns out to be something that represents Dib’s inner emotions, causing Dib to be confused and irritated by the little ghost since he always pushed aside his emotions for some reason!

[ghostorbz]

Obsessed with the idea Johnny is Professor Membranes estranged brother

[frudoo]

Silk & Ivory — Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Hey y'all! It's been a while since I've written for anyone besides myself, so apologies if it isn't that great :,)) Anyway... the thought of Gaz falling for a musician has been stomping at the deepest parts of my brain and turning it to mush.

Fem!Reader.

The clinging of ceramic plates and the common bustling of a crowded restaurant was nothing short of taxing for the man sat in the booth at the back. Not even a third pint of beer could dissolve the incessant ache in his head; the rusty, overworked gears that never ceased their turning. Even the dim lights adorning the wooden walls were blinding, and Kyle rested his head in the crook of his arm that rested on the table. It was less than comfortable—the muscles in his forearm and bicep were painfully flexed from how tightly he gripped the pint glass—but at least it was a break from the chipper atmosphere. 

Everything that could have gone wrong had. He woke up late, couldn’t find a clean shirt to wear under his uniform, tripped over his unlaced boots twice, and his aim was that of a rookie’s. To make matters worse, his captain was battling a cold that made him extra grumpy, and Kyle got the short end of the stick. Price laid it on him hard during PT—so much so that his entire calf was bruised from a pulled muscle. He was sore and exhausted, every inch of his body in desperate need of some rest. Instead, he dragged himself to his favorite restaurant to grab some drinks and grub. 

He hadn’t accounted for how overwhelming it would be. A low groan escaped his lips when, on top of the already deafening climate of the busy joint, a piano started to sound. It was almost enough to make Kyle cry from frustration, his knuckles paling the tighter he held the handle of his pint glass. He was dangerously close to throwing some money on the table and storming out when the world seemed to settle down around him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, finally lifting his head up and searching around for some kind of explanation. 

He found the explanation across the room, sat behind the shiny grand piano with an ethereal glow on her face, illuminated by the soft fairy lights that he had despised just moments before. Her lips were painted a deep red, accenting the black satin dress that draped just enough to show off the dip of her collarbones. Suddenly, the music wasn’t so shrill, and the piano turned into something he craved to listen to as long as it was her that played it. His eyes swept around the room once more to find that everyone else was just as enthralled with this mystery musician as he was. 

Just when he thought the stranger couldn’t possibly be any more beautiful to him, she opened her mouth and started singing. Kyle had to actively remind himself not to let his jaw drop, settling to rest his chin on top of his fist as he put all of his focus on this angel. That’s what he convinced himself she was—an angel, sent to serenade him and melt his headache that nothing else seemed to cure. He was entranced; unaware of just how hungry, famished he was for such a sweet sound. His gaze was fixed on her lips as they curved, plump and perfect, and the flow of her hands as they danced across the ivory keys. 

Kyle had to take a long swig of his beer to keep himself grounded. He was sure that if he didn’t keep his feet hooked beneath the legs of table, he would float up to heaven—and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that he had just found her here on Earth. Every lyric that rolled off of her tongue was manna to his malnourished ears, honey to sweeten his bitter temperament. Suddenly his terrible day didn’t seem so awful; his mind was no longer a sheath for his grievances, but a canvas that grew more and more colorful with every syllable she sang.

It wasn’t normal—perhaps even unhealthy—that he knew. To be so captivated by a woman he had never met, who he only discovered existed moments ago, was enough to make Kyle question everything he knew about himself. Maybe it was the beer, or the lack of food in his system, or the grueling headache that had plagued him making him this delusional. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that she would just look in his direction, meet his eyes and get the cliché love-at-first-sight experience every romance movie seemed to convey. 

In the midst of battling with what he used to consider his morals, he barely even noticed that the music had stopped and the chatter of other diners had picked up again. He furrowed his eyebrows, a slight pout decorating his lips as he watched the woman stand from the bench. He already missed the melodic resonance of her voice, the way her lips curled up when certain lyrics amused her. He was bound and determined to instill the sound of her voice in his head, to store away for when he needed a reminder that there were good things in this life. 

Kyle picked up the menu that had sat at his table for the past half-hour, deciding that maybe he should have something on his stomach before he made any irrational decisions. He was about to call a waiter over to order food when the click of high heels headed towards his table. His eyes trailed up the woman’s legs and body, and he was halfway inclined to ignore her, assuming it was some chick coming to hit on him. Then she knelt to meet his gaze, waving shyly. His soul almost skyrocketed when he saw the pretty pianist before him, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip caught between her teeth. Kyle was at a loss for words, staring up at her with his mouth agape. He was sure he had fucked up when he saw the confusion written on her features.

And then she said hello.

I have proofread this countless times, but would not be shocked if there are mistakes. Please let me know!! Also feel free to reblog ofc <3

[bagsybaggins]

The Ghost of Her: Chp. 2

Chapter 2: THE FIRST FLAG

"Captain Wolf, is it true?"

He turned his head up towards me as I barged into his office, his eyes dull, and lost their normal cheeky shine. His hair which was normally brushed back was now rustled and out of place. A cigarette lay dormant in the ashtray to his right.

"About what Lieutenant?" He asks me flatly, calmly placing his pen down on the paper he was writing on.

I clench my jaw as he addresses me by my rank, "Is it true that you're leaving the Task Force?"

He clicks his tongue as he leans back in his chair, it audibly creeks loudly in the silence.

"Lieutenant, I'm not leaving the Task Force-" "Then what-" "Let me fucking finish, Lucy."

I swallow thickly as I stare down at him, but stay silent instead of trying to argue with the rumors that I've been hearing.

"I'm disbanding the Task Force, Wolf Task Force is done." My eyes widen at his words, and I shake my head in disbelief.

"Disbanded Sir? Why- Sir we can't just disband."

"Lieutenant, have you looked to see where you're teammates are?" I feel my heart drop as he stands up and walks around the desk. "Two of them are being shipped home- in FUCKING BOXES! And another one is in a fuckin coma. So what reason do we have to keep going, Lieutenant? Because from where I stand, we are just two people, and we can't replace those we have lost. But you should already know that by now-"

I glare up at him, "Don't you fucking dare bring her into this. Don't."

He stills, his anger still visible as he exhales heavily. A moment passes before he shakes his head and leans back against his desk.

"Fuck." That is all he mutters as I stay silent, my teeth grinding against each other as I try to push my anger away.

"'m sorry, Lucy. Shouldn't 've said that. I shouldn't have-"

"Stop, just. Don't" I grit as I turn away, looking at the picture of our Task Force, back when we had first started it.

He sighs before nodding his head. "We lost our reason, Raven. We've lost too many, and I can't lose anyone else. So I'm disbanding and retiring."

Closing my eyes, I let his words sink in before nodding my head. "Alright. But what am I supposed to do Sir? I don't know where I'm supposed to go- I can't. I won't go home."

Captain sighs again, turning slightly to grab a folder from behind him. "I already figured you wouldn't just take a lie down, so I tried to find something for you to handle. Think this one is the closest to being a nice slice of cake for you."

Starring down at the folder, I take it as I read the words on top aloud. "Task Force 141? Can't say I've heard of 'em."

He chuckles. "I'm not surprised, you never cared for gossip about anything other than what was going on near you. You might've heard something about one of them though. 'Ghost' is what they call him, wears a mask, and no one knows what he looks like. Deadly in the field though, much like you."

"And this Task Force," I pause as I open the folder. "They'll accept me?"

Another laugh escapes him. "Oh Raven, as if they could turn someone with your skills away."

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We lift our drinks above the table, clinking them together saying, "To the newest addition to the team, To Raven!" "To Raven!" 

I smile as I take a sip of my beer, recoiling at the taste, but managing to swallow it down. "Fuck this tastes like shit."

Kyle- Gaz laughs loudly to my right, while Price smirks.

"What's your preferred taste then?" Soap asks, taking a swig of his and keeping a straight face. "A strawberry daiquiri?"

"Whiskey, or a good rum. But mostly Whiskey." I state as I take another sip of the drink, but still cringe at its taste. "I had this one type of rum, can't remember the name of it because I got blackout drunk. But it was the best I ever had."

Price shook his head as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Such a shame."

"Aye, a fine Whiskey lover too! You're a woman after me own heart." Soap smirked, sending me a wink. 

Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I reply, "What makes you think you're my type Soap? I could be a married woman after all."

Gaz laughs as Price hides his grin behind his beer, Soap narrows his eyes and leans forward across the table, his forearms now resting fully on the table with his right hand holding his drink.

He motions to my hand with his drink. "You aren't wearing a ring-"

"In our line of work Soap, anything personal can become dangerous and hazardous to the mission. So, I wouldn't wear a ring and risk them-"

"Oh, she got you there mate." Gaz points out before Price interrupts.

"Yet you wear that necklace." When I froze, he explains how he knew. "I saw you fiddling with it in the car, a nervous habit I assume?"

I slowly nod my head, my hand reaching up to touch it through my t-shirt. "It's just a little trinket, given to me by someone a long time ago. Nothin' would go bad if it went missing, other than me being pissed that I lost it."

"Got anything in it?" Soap asks, raising his left brow.

I hesitate for a moment before smiling. "Nah, it's got a little picture of Ryan Reynolds in it."

"Really?" Soap's eyes widened.

"No, it's a secret."

Soap visibly sulked, as Gaze hummed beside me.

"That reminds me, I remember way back when I had tried to see where you got sent off to. But from what I could find, you had been sent on a long leave. Said you were on leave for five months or so." Gaz recalls and I still for a moment, my brows furrowed and my lips pulled to a frown.

"Oh, yeah. I got a really shit injury and got too close to a bomb of some sort. It was hidden 'round a corner, filled with screws and nails and other things. It blew up and I had to get surgery. Fell into a coma after that." I say offhandedly before taking another drink.

But then I get an unsettling feeling, like someone watching me. When I turn my head, I notice Ghost sitting at the bar, with his eyes trained on me. I raise my right brow at him, before ultimately turning away when Gaz spoke again.

"Shit, that had to hurt." Gaz winced, sending me a sympathetic look. "Makes sense as to why you were on leave for so long, though it's not really leave if you're in a coma."

I shrug my shoulders, "I was on a classified mission and I got hurt. They had to write something in the report, and I did get a few months off once I woke up."

"How long were you in the coma for?" Price questioned, pulling a cigar out of his inner pocket, along with a lighter.

"About five-six months, give or take a few weeks," I answer before taking another sip of the beer, licking my lips as if to wash away the taste.

"And you got scars from it? The explosion?" Soap asked as he leaned forward, and look of curiosity on his face.

"Course I did, but if you want to see me naked, you're gonna need to try a bit harder than that."

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[GHOST POV]

I'd been in the military a long time, a much longer time than I ever thought I'd be alive for. But I've been in enough interrogations, around enough people to be able to tell when they're lying.

And she, the new recruit, was lying right out of her fuckin' ass.

I made eye contact with her after she told the lie about the explosion and the coma. And something was wrong with it. It was a lie, that much I could tell. But something wasn't right. She had been on a long leave, Gaz had said so, the question is why?

It could've been a coverup as she had suggested. The higher-ups and generals pulled strings to cover up an assignment that wasn't on the books. But there were much easier ways to cover up a mission that's off the record.

Price looked over at me, and I nodded my head before making my way toward the door. The cold air hit my eyes as I walked out, the dark sky covered with clouds that cast large shadows over the lit city streets. I walked down the concrete steps and leaned against the wall as I waited for Price. I could hear the sound of their laughter from the window just above my head, it was muffled enough to the point that I couldn't make out what they were saying. 

The door opened to my right, and out stepped Price, smoking his cigar. He exhaled the smoke and then turned to me, walking down the steps and joining me in leaning on the wall.

"She's lying straight out of her ass Price. I don't trust her-"

"Neither do I, Ghost." "Then why is she on the Task Force-" "Because Shepard had ordered it, I have no control over it." 

He huffed, turning to look at the vacant street. "What were you able to dig up on her?" He asked.

I grit my teeth in frustration. "Nothin, someone's covering her tracks and they're doing it all too well."

"Nothing? You couldn't find anything on her, at all!" Price turned to me in shock, but I could see the anger crawling beneath his skin.

"Yes Sir. Couldn't even get her fucking date of birth for fucks sake. Whoever she's working with, they're professional, no muckin' about."

Price groans and rubs his forehead. "For fucks sake. We have a fuckin' loose cannon in our team, and we can't do anything about it. Shepard was too insistent on her being in 141, I don't know why."

I take a moment to think, before asking. "What's our course of action?"

Price smoked more of his cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling and leaning his head back against the wall. 

"We keep digging until we find out the truth. I'll see what Laswell can pull up, hopefully, she'll be able to uncover what we couldn't. And until we find what we're looking for, we continue going about our business. Do our missions, and if she slips up-" He turns to me, a glare in his eyes. "We cut our ties, and wash our hands of her."

"And what about Soap 'n Gaz?"

Price sighs and shakes his head. "This'll be between us and Laswell. Gaz knew her before, and Soap's already taken by her. We'll see if they can manage to squeeze out any of her secrets without tellin' them."

I cross my arms and nod. "They won't be too happy about it when they do find out."

"I won't be too happy if she does end up being a spy." He mutters before turning around and heading back inside.

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"Lucy, are you sure you want to do this?" My dad asks me, a soft look of worry on his face.

I hesitantly nod my head, "I'm sure Dad. I can't go through with- I'm not strong enough to just give up."

He gives me a gentle smile, placing a kiss on my forehead. "You're more than strong enough my dear, you're just too stubborn to give up."

I smile up at him before I hear to door open.

"Come on Lucy, the appointment is set. And that will be gone and behind us-"

"No, Mom. I told you already! I'm not doing that! Why can't you just accept that!"

"I will never accept-"

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"Raven? Are you up?" I hear someone knocking on my door, the light bleeding through the cracks of my blinds. 

I groan as I turn to my side and look at the time. Sighing as it reads, 07:01, I stand up and stretch my arms above my head. 

"I'm up now," I say, loud enough to be heard through the door. 

"Alright, you should hurry it up a bit. I think we've got a mission incoming." And at Gaz's words, my eyes widen.

"I've only been here a day!" I exclaim.

I hear Gaz's laughter through the door as I rush to my bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Missions wait for no one Raven. I'll catch you at the briefing."

[gazkamurocho]

Omg omg omg your Zhao is soooo adorable!! Just imagining the adventures of him and Majima living with their himbo boyfriends makes me giddy ☺️☺️☺️

Ahhh thank you so much dear anonymous! ;; ❤ I have sooo many Ichizhao comic ideas ready, I just need the time and motivation to draw them fjksdhfjsk

[gavramous]

i feel like gaz is the only person willing to listen to music outside his usual taste. as opposed to literally everyone else on the team. he recommends an album that came out that year to soap that he KNOWS soap will like if he takes his head out of his own ass for one second and exits his comfort zone. he ends up having to bribe soap to get him to agree to listen to it and, the next day, when soap sits down for breakfast he admits he actually really liked the album and gaz is like YOU ASSHOLE i knew you fucking would!!

soap asks if gaz has tried to get ghost, or price to listen to something new, and gaz is like do you really think price would willingly listen to anything made after the 80's?

[negativezerohues]

drawing your favorite characters kinda slutty is actually a form of therapy

chopped up img under cut

[cod-dump]

*Soap and Gaz having a conversation*

Soap: So? I mean, don't make my whole personality about being down bad for Simon but I mean, ...

Gaz:

Soap:

Gaz: Oh, so we're lying today?

Soap:

[greyauras]

Soap being surprisingly very sneaky. He doesn't even try to do it on purpose in casual events (aka when he's not doing it for the job), apparently he walks very light despite trying his best to be the most highly anticipated, most approachable human being there is. Sometimes he just forgets to greet people and thought that he was already loud enough.

Many times he's been smacked in the face by people who didn't hear him come up (he never realizes that he walks up too close). This resulted in many chipped bottom teeth. (Hello mouth guards)

It's happened several times accidentally but it eventually became purposeful to use this skill against Price any time he's alone, who originally thought that he did it on purpose.

Gaz has always anticipated him, he admits it got him the first few times but soon realized that Soap WASN'T doing it on purpose. Therefore any time Soap is lingering around his shoulder like a freak he gets his balls grabbed. Maybe that'll teach him to say "hello".

Ghost...does not like this. Does not like it at all. This is Ghost's thing. Nothing scares Ghost, but Soap PURPOSELY sneaking up on him and then being HAPPY to see him? Makes no sense? Why is he sneaking?

Ghost petitions that he wears a bell around his neck. Like the jingling cat ones. But Soap walking around with a jingling collar in stride of finally being heard causes a new "problem" for Ghost…