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[meowmeowriley]

Gonna be going to sleep tonight imagining Ghost and Soap being someone's fairy god parents now.

I think it'll be Roach.

And Gaz and Price just think the guy is mad lucky and also mad like insane, because he constantly talks survives things he absolutely shouldn't but also he keeps talking to inanimate and oddly colored objects. Why does the man own so many pink hand grenades? And his knife is bright green and has a skull on the hilt, that's not in regs.

they are so green and pink to me

[meowmeowriley]

Willing stop drawing default ghost in dumb text tops? No. No I will not. .

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[meowmeowriley]

MEOWMEOW OMG OMG EMOW MEOW ITS IMPORTANT OMG-

*heavy breathing as i run up to you tripping and falling onto my ass, coughing out dust and dirt from the ditch pipes back up and skids to a stop in front of you*

WAS THAT A JOJOS REFERENCE!?!?

And what if it was?

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i can't stop thinking about ghost meeting soap's toddler nephew & niece for the first time, and the little ones are just staring at simon's face so intensively because they've never seen scars like that

ghost would surely come up with the most random made up stories to make them feel less afraid or just to fuck with them

"this one? oh yeah, i fell off my bicycle a few years ago because i wasn't careful enough" and it's a literal glasgow smile

later, when they're alone, simon jokes to soap about how he hopes that they're not going to a swimming pool any time soon because he can't come up with a good fake story for his autopsy scar

and funnily enough, this scenario could be applied to post 2023!soap as well in a way. because surely someone had to explain to these little kids why their uncle suddenly has a huge scar on one side of his head

or perhaps they just slap a bandaid on soap's head and say that he hit his head in an accident or something along those lines, and refuse to elaborate further

[meowmeowriley]

*heavy, child-like breathing*

👁👁

You, I imagine:

[meowmeowriley]

I just finished reading this, binged the whole thing. I laughed, I teared up, it was everything I needed right now. Holy hell, please, please, PLEASE go read this. There's not enough 09 Ghoap going around right now, this was awesome! And I only found it because of this post.

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John “Soap” MacTavish/Simon “Ghost” Riley Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish Additional Tags: Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Epistolary, Captain John “Soap” MacTavish, Slow Burn, Mild Sexual Content Summary:

Ghost, under threat of another psychological evaluation from both his CO and therapist, has been forced to partake in a penpal programme with another soldier in order to “practise empathy” and “re-establish human connection.” He hates it until he doesn’t.

MacTavish willingly volunteers for the SAS’s new penpal programme because what the hell, it could be fun. And when his penpal ends up being adorably emotionally constipated, well, that certainly doesn’t hurt.

[meowmeowriley]

finally got to drawing a smooch <3

[meowmeowriley]

Coming back from dead to post some fem ghoap art!

This might be too spicy for tumblr but I'll include it anyway

Here are some half finished doodles

[meowmeowriley]

Oh look, a nervous goth

The Hebridean sheep is my favorite sheep ❤️

sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)

[meowmeowriley]

the human mind is prone to catastrophizing when left unoccupied. And that’s why it’s important to always have a little Blorbo to rotate in your head. It acts as a protective charm of sorts to redirect your imagination away from harmful spirals

thoughts without Blorbo: oh my god I was so cringe in seventh grade why did I do that

thoughts with Blorbo: I haven’t considered the interactions with bleebus; I must rectify this immediately

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Soap always assumed Ghost would have a normal, if not outdated or limited in its functionality, phone. So when he finally worked up the courage to ask Ghost for his number, so they could hang out and definitely not go on a date, Soap did not expect Ghost to whip out this:

The thing is a behemoth. Literally the size of a brick. Roughly the same weight too. When he gawked and asked in a voice that was much higher than was usual for him "what the fuck is THAT?!" Ghost just shrugged.

"It's practical, Johnny."

"The fuck you mean, practical?!"

"Waterproof, weeks worth a battery life. Thermal and nightvision cameras. Doubles as a weapon. Practical." Ghost rattled off like it was normal. After Soap failed to say anything he added, "I did havta put that grip on the back. Kinda heavy. It also works as a stand so I can watch Netflix without doing an arm workout."

Soap lost it. So did Gaz, who had been off to the side to offer Soap moral support. The poor bastard was in love with a lunatic.

[meowmeowriley]

Helloooo!! I recently finished reading your fic 'I don't think we're in space anymore' and I really liked it, and it inspired me to draw this! Hope you have a wonderful rest of the day/night! ❤️❤️✨️✨️✨️

There's a little bit of inspiration from @tactax-art design, which is awesome.

And a version without the shadows

FFJFHSHFJFJANDH THE BOIIIIIOO

He's perfect!!!?!!!

When I upload the next chapter, (which who knows when I'll do that let's be honest, but eventually it will be continued) do you mind if I add these to the chapter? They're just so freaking CUTE!!!

[meowmeowriley]

What's super funny is that I called you Resi because those of us in the Resident Evil fandom shorten the game titles to Resi-whatever. So like Resi 7 for Resident Evil 7: Biohazard (just to name my favorite one 😘) so the word resident is nearly always mentally shortened to Resi. NOW however, the word resident is permanently associated with you ❤

Ugh my dyslexic behind keeps reading "Resi" as "resin" and getting confuuuuused like who tf is resin

LMAO!!!!!! Love that!!

Oohh Is it lore time I feel like it's lore time. My name on all platforms used to be Diamond. It was always what I used for stuff because I liked it. Then as time went on my usernames became more notable and while Diamond was still what I went by it was never really used.

On Ao3 however you only really go by your writing name which mine is Resident_Idiot_Simp. And this is when I first started talking to my friend @meowmeowriley. I offered beta for them and one of the first conversations we had was how they said they always just called me Resi in their head.

This tickled me so much that well I kind of changed everything and made it my official name on everything. I'm quite fond of nicknames I'm given, those in real life and online and to go by them at work as well. Granted it's just my initials but my dad who works the same place goes by his as well so it rolls off the tongue.

[meowmeowriley]

Sooooo @ironteeth-fury when you write this, you're gonna tag me, right? Because I'm in freaking LOVE with it!!!

Needing to vent a fanfic idea when you wake up with it in the middle of the night (context rhe target of the rambling does not know COD or read fanfic and has only recently started because of my oversharing my excitement of my ghostsoap obsession, and has read a few i recc'd and is slowly working their way through more)

I really want to write this now but i havent properly written anything in ages hrrrrrrgg

Also this brainworm wiggle was definitely planted by Suds and Ghoul from Oh Brother by @meowmeowriley which is definitely one of the most hilarious fics ive ever read (and the sequel even more so i was cackling like a loon)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49654771/chapters/125327851

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I'm normal about this 😳

Finding a love for drawing ghost w/ rabbit ears

[meowmeowriley]

I'm so obsessed with this man, just call me John MacTavish 😍

grumpy bnee

[meowmeowriley]

Retired Ghoap AU where they didn't serve together but both worked with Gaz and Price at different times, and both retired and started TV shows that are recorded on the same lot.

Soap started a painting show where he quietly instructed his audience in how to paint a landscape, going by John Mac (a la Bob Ross, who served in the Air Force and was a Master Sergeant. Fun fact, he used to be the guy who yelled at people to do shit, and vowed to never yell at anyone after leaving the service)

Ghost, a few doors down, was simply Mr. Riley, a kind and gentle man who wore sweaters and helped children understand their emotions and become good people in his little pretend neighborhood. (Mr. Rogers never served and didn't have any tattoos, but I love those rumors and Ghostie hiding his skull and flame tattoos under bright sweaters so he doesn't scare the children or parents makes me laugh)

Both men are aware of the other, but don't know their pasts and who they were, just see eachother in passing and have small talk on occasion. Until they both get a call from Gaz: "Ultranationalists have Price." And they know they have to go back.

John leaves his studio to find Mr. Riley in the hall, a hand over his eyes, clearly trying to Steele himself. "You alright there, Mr. Riley?"

The fact that the other man didn't remind him that he could call him Simon spoke volumes of his mental state. "Yeah, just got a call from an old... friend. Gonna have to be away for a wile, sad to be leaving the studio is all."

There was no way it was a coincidence, the timing was too perfect... "Any chance that friend went by Gaz?" Mr. Riley's eyes had never seemed to sharp before, John nearly started when they landed on his own.

"You worked with Price?" John nodded, trapped in a rare moment where words evaded him. Mr. Riley had straightened up and squared his shoulders. A chill down his spine and a thrill in his gut accompanied the realization that the other man towered over him. Mr. Riley was suddenly... intimidating? "What was your callsign? For Gaz to have called you you must've been good."

"They called me Soap."

Mr. Riley's face pinched in confusion. "You're Soap? The loud-mouthed angry Sergeant with a problem with authority? I don't believe it." He shook his head and scoffed, the smallest of playful smiles on his face. He started walking towards the exit, and John fell into step beside him.

"So you've heard of me." John couldn't help but preen. He couldn't say he was proud of his military career but he did love that his reputation preceeded him. "And what was yours?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Ghost."

Soaps legs stopped taking orders from his brain. He watched the other man continue a few paces before stopping as well and barely glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, so you've heard of me." The bastard had a sparkle of mischief in his hooded eyes, suddenly a completely different person than the one Soap had known before. The scariest man alive, according to anyone who'd worked with him.

"Cheeky bastard." Soap couldn't stop from grinning as he jogged a bit to catch back up. Maybe one last mission wouldn't be so bad.

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I also like to imagine they'd dig at each others shows and reference them themselves the whole time. Ghost's stabs someone and Soap goes "now that's not how we're supposed to handle our big feelings". Soap blows something up and Ghost says over comms "what a happy little mushroom cloud." Ghost sniping people from on high, "oh won't you be" *headshot over the shoulder of one of his men, covering them in blood but saving them from being strangled* "my neighbor."