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fan art for @thybreadmolds au :3

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I’m making this post on the behalf of Sami and his family. Fundraiser here.

Sami says:

"A simple picture, yet it holds a powerful meaning. Tell me what did you understand, and what will you do? 'I understood that these children are in urgent need of donations, and I will donate. I will also share this post—it might help in some way. This image is full of sorrowful meaning, and I will do everything I can for these innocent children. I will donate so that they can go to school, eat clean food, and sleep in peace.' This is exactly what is happening right now with me and my family in the heart of Gaza. Please, donate—share—speak up. Don’t stop. We are between life and death. Don’t leave us behind."

Please do anything you can to help, any engagement is appreciated even if you cannot directly give to the campaign. Thank you so much <3.

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you think tommy and tubbo ever climbed the oak tree next to the bench?

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all that’s left

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First encounter

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soap and his ghost from @vgorodye’s lovely fic in death’s dream kingdom! isn’t it nice to be haunted by such a fascinating dead man?

this scene was just so brilliant to me— the description of ghost in the light, the mannerisms the characters take up… it stuck in my mind until i drew it. i’m actually obsessed with the concept of this fic. please yall go check it out 🙏🙏

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Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

Soap living up to his callsign and being a slippery bastard to pin down—friendly yet distant, always performing, masking, etc—and Ghost, lovesick, trying really hard to get a hold of him.

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Once again recommending donations to the Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. Not only is it a credible organization, you can donate any amount, so even if you don’t have much money, you can still contribute what you can towards humanitarian aid in Gaza. It takes donations via credit, PayPal, and mailed checks.

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happy birthday techno and congratulations on 20 million subscribers!! 💛

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gift for a friend based off their space AU <3

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one of the pieces i did for the CoD BigBang in collaboration with @empresscirque

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Soap, but in Situations with those scottish tweets you know which ones

“English, MacTavish” intensifies

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that’s a familiar looking knife, wonder what happened to its owner?

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Mashing fixations together.

Cyberpunk 2077 X CoD Task force 141

(18h 51m)

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you dont mean that

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soap picks up fishing while on mandatory leave, allowed to borrow price's boat to take it out on the coast, never far enough to catch anything more than rockfish and other coastal dwellers, most of which he releases back anyway. he spends his days out there, drinking and letting the hours tick by as he waits for a bite.

one day, the water's calm and he doesn't have a care in the world. a little past tipsy, he's watching some gulls fly past when suddenly the line catches. the speed of the boat doesn't make up for the speed at which the reel rapidly unravels as whatever is at the other end takes off. he's left to scramble for the rod, and it's a fight to reel it back.

about halfway back, the line goes slack.

he's left feeling a little disappointed as he winds it the rest of the way, expecting nothing at the other end. but what he reels up is half of a catshark. obviously something else was trying to catch it, too.

when he looks up from the mangled corpse, he's startled to find something in the water staring back.

a human face, with just eyes out of the water, deep brown with seemingly no pupils, which he chalks up to the trick of the light reflecting off the water. what skin he can see is pale and freckled, and the short hair flattened to the person's head is deepened to a dark brown from how wet it is.

he knows mers exist. he never thought he'd meet one, much less almost accidentally catch it.

"this yers?" he calls out, undeterred by the lack of a response. only quiet staring, the mer never letting the waves push it closer to his boat. he's quick to pull the catshark off his hook, less careful than he'd be with a live one. with an underhand toss, it hits the water with a quiet splash before sinking.

the mer is diving after it in a split second, and soap assumes that's all he'll see of it.

he stays out for a bit longer after that, intent on catching something that's not already half eaten. but the mer seems to have scared off all the fish, and he's considering accepting that today wouldn't be his day before something heavy is landing on his deck.

there, is a whole northern pike, freshly killed. when he looks over the side of the boat, there in the water is those same two brown eyes.

"dinners on you, is it?" he's a bit in shock, not only with meeting a mer but having it seemingly hunt for him. but unless its somehow messed with the pike before throwing it on board, soap isn't going to question his intentions beyond interpreting this as some form of gratitude for giving him the rest of the catshark.

and after that, he sees the mer every day he's out on the water.

always keeping his distance, always just his eyes above the surface. he starts to call him ghost, what with his ability to disappear and reappear so easily, and his eerie silence. ("like a wee ghost swimming around my boat.")

he suspects ghost is also, intentionally or not, scaring away all the fish. but at this point, he's casting as an excuse. why fish when he has a mer to talk to (or to be apt, talk at, as ghost never speaks) all day?