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@simonsbalaclava
a soapghost comic i never finished (i wanted angry bloodied soap)
update: i am continuing it 1/1/2024 16/1/2024: i'm remembering why this took so bloody long (pun intended)
update: here's the whole thing - its basically 2009!Soap haunting Soap!
— Part 1
While on leave, Soap struggles with alcohol and ends up at a support meeting where Simon is a volunteer.
In this AU, Soap has never seen Ghost’s face (and doesn’t recognize his voice for plot reasons lol).
I’m almost done with part two—I posted this earlier because it’s been a while since I last posted something. I haven’t abandoned my other story, I just needed to get this one out of my head. :)
hiding from the enemy in the back of a 7/11
Loss.
Any good tip on to render, or how to get better at it? Like some exercise to do?
On a date with Johnny
The Captain...
and his subordinates who know nothing better than to annoy him.
MWAH MWAH MWAH
How long have you been drawing 🤨
Since yesterday
I've been drawing my whole life :D since I learned to hold a pencil, basically. There's no point where I thought "I'm going to take this seriously" because honestly, I always took it seriously lol. These are some REALLY old drawings, from between 2016-2019-2020 ;') they're ugly (asf) but I still like them because it's part of the process.
Thanks for the question!
The guardian and the protected (not so protected)
Just two bastards hanging out and drinking in their own graves.
(a little self-indulgence with canon x oc)
At the end of the night in Chicago, outside the bar where the members of the 1-4-1 were discussing lighter topics after mentioning Makarov, Ghost and Crimson were in the darkness of the street, one giving in to nicotine while the other settled for a lollipop. There was no unnecessary dialogue, no invasive comments. Just as casual a conversation as they could afford after spending days under the threat of the city of Souls.
"Do you ever stay in one place too long?" Ghost inquired, his voice raspy with cigarette smoke and night ice.
"No, I'd rather leave before someone asks me who I am." Crimson replied without looking up from the wet pavement.
"Hum. A man after my own heart..." Ghost replied, understanding the nature of always being on the move; of never having a fixed, stable place to arrive at.
"It's part of our lives, isn't it?" The blonde inquired.
"... Does that mean you're staying? A few nights." Ghost responded with a question. Previously, having suggested that he stay with the team for a few more days, to discuss Makarov's situation, to rest after hunting Hassan.
"Maybe." He muttered. "To buy a souvenir or three." Ghost raised an eyebrow.
"You like that crap?" Crimson let out a scoff, almost a soft laugh.
"Yeah, capitalism at its finest."
"... What about the lollipop?"
"Trying to quit smoking. Too young for cancer."
"Sweet tooth, huh?"
"Sweeter than my heart, at least."
First part & Second Part
Ghost exploded, confronting Soap. Who did he think he was? Why did he think he could know him like nothing? That he could tear down his walls of defenses that had taken YEARS to build?– Unprepared, Soap grabbed him by the arm, pulling him and holding him with his arms. He expected a blow, something back, but before that, he made his point clear: He wasn't a sheep approaching a wolf. He had his dirty, dark secrets, the ones he stuffed into the closet every morning. He wasn't pure. Innocent. He knew what he was up against, and he still chose to do it because he understood. Ghost, finally softening, relented. He let out a resigned sigh, knowing that even though his mind was screaming at him to fight, his body longed for that embrace. "You're too stubborn for your own good... You'll get killed one day if you keep this up." He muttered, staring at Soap who seemed to relax into the embrace too. "Yeah, I know... But knowing that you won't kill me is enough."
Random sketches while I work on the third part of the Ghoap comic 🫡 I have a bunch of stupid drawings and sketches of my OC (Crimson) with Ghost... They hate each other a little bit, certainly.
Hi again!
Holy shit thank you so much! Your art is so good!!!! The way you (again) convey so much emotion in your art is astounding. Ghost almost looks at peace and soap is troubled but in a way that’s obviously caring for Ghost and the light in Soaps hand as he’s reaching for/guarding Ghost!? Fucking wow. the body’s around the grave being faceless and you don’t know who’s belongs to either of them because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. They both may be in the ground surrounded by their pasts but they’re together. Also Ghost being more comfortable in his grave while Soap watches over him then as a “living being” out in the world didn’t cut my heart strings at all…
your art also just looks so fucking cool!
Damn
I have NEVER read such a detailed review of a drawing of mine, let alone from someone on the internet, honestly, I'm speechless since I read it. Thank you so much, it flatters me like you have no idea and it makes me so happy to read it 🥹 I'm so happy that my art can reach someone's heart and mind in such a way. Thank you for taking the time to write that and for the attention to detail in that little drawing.
First part & Third Part
"What am I supposed to be askin' for then, Simon?" John replied, with some alteration and at the same time, despair. "I know I can't erase your pain altogether... But I want to understand ya... Let me hear you, let me see you..." He reached out his hand, stepping forward, trying to reach out, to reach for him, for Simon; but the answer, it was not something he would expect. He turned with aggression in his movements, his hand pushing John's, making him feel startled, a little scared. "Why?" he snapped, grabbing him by the shirt as a threat. "Why do you insist so much? Why do you want to see me? Are you not afraid of who I am? Of what I am? I can easily kill you." But John was not afraid. He had compassion; Who has hurt you so much? Why do you think you don't deserve to be known? John thought.