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[cod-dump]

*villain!Soap after capturing 141*

Villain!Soap, holding a detonator: I’ll give you thirty minutes to say your goodbyes before I blow you to smithereens

Ghost: Can I get a different kind of blow?

Price: *turns and stares at him*

Ghost: … I said that out loud-

Price: YOU SAID THAT OUT LOUD

Gaz, to Villain!Soap: You can skip the countdown, just kill us

[tanked-up]

Soap a detective while Ghost’s a killer, but just for revenge. Ghost teams up with Soap to find the real “Culprit.” Soap plays his little games till the point that he can’t see himself without him. So he promised himself to always stick by his side no matter the circumstances even if it killed him. Ghost grins at that, he love how easily he got him wrapped around his fingers just for the sake of a few laughs. It’s all going well until Ghost finds himself falling not into his own trap, but falling for Soap as well. While they continue investigating to find the killer, Ghost can’t seem to stop the thoughts that keep him up all night. What had become a game of chasing for the killer, quickly turned into a cat and mouse game where they kept encountering different cases in between it. For Ghost’s surprise, he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. It became so hard on them both to the point that Ghost turned himself in.

Soap laughed at Ghost’s sudden confession, he loved how easily he manipulated him. After a hit on the head, Ghost fell unconscious, later woken up stripped with ropes around his body, a sudden figure turned to be Soap, arrived. Ghost blinded by Soap’s sight, the ringing in his ears and the smell of blood on himself got him disorientated. He noticed not just the blood on himself, but the blood on Soap’s bulletproof vest. Confused on what had happened, he tried to open his mouth but the pain was unbearable. Soap crouched infront of him, yanking the mask of Ghost’s face to reveal a face full of scars and freshly new cuts, that Soap himself had been the cause of. Soap carefully caressed every cut, at every wince the other made, he placed a punch on his gut. For Soap’s satisfaction, the tiny whines and moans Ghost let out were just the beginning. He planned to do unimaginable things to him. Soap had not just played along Ghost’s plan, he led right where he wanted. In his little basement, all tied up begging for his life, not that he had one, yet the thought of seeing the light again was all Ghost pushed himself towards.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[bluegiragi]

brief.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[ghcstao3]

supervillain ghoap where soap is just so beyond unhinged, incredibly cunning, and, really—just made for the “profession”. if something is seemingly impossible, he’ll figure out a way to accomplish it if he so desires. it’s a shame such a brilliant mind lends itself to evil.

and ghost who is just as villainous if maybe more subtle about it, is always more than happy to just follow along with his husband’s schemes with an absolutely, pathetically lovesick look in his eyes. he’s an enabler, though he certainly doesn’t shy away from the dirty work himself, either.

they both hate the world, but it’s more than fine with them if it means reserving all their love for one another instead.

[sky-is-the-limit]

My red flag is that I'd still fuck Graves after his betrayal, even after shooting Soap and trying to get him and Ghost killed, after the tank chase and I'd blame it on my chronic dilfcrazed disease.

Catch me switching sides with a text like "bye 141, I'm a Shadow now 😘"

Even if his middle name was Judas, I'd be all like "Yes, Commander. Whatever you want, Commander, you want me to shoot the Scott? Only if you promise to fuck my brains out later, Commander"

Anyway, I think everyone was overreacting a bit cause me, personally? I'd give him both my base and body to use 🙏

[delawaredetroit]

One of the BNHA plot points that defies belief is how Gigantomachia was so active stealing quirks for All for One for six years without being caught when he was a gentle breeze away from the cognition level of a noumu and had the subtlety of a fourteen wheeler truck.

Beyond the plot relevant villain, this is a key moment for Kirishima and Mina's characterization. This was when Kirishima almost gave up on his dream. Kirishima had been waiting for the moment to show that despite his perceived plainness, he would demonstrate he was destined to be a hero when he had a moment where his body moved on its own. But when he faced real danger for the first time, he froze and fulfilled the role of a bystander, a civilian role.

Kirishima parallels Bakugou in this way. Bakugou saw himself as someone destined to become the greatest hero. But when faced with real danger (rather than just neighborhood punks) in the form of the sludge villain, he fulfilled the role of the victim who needed to be saved, a civilian role.

Mina demonstrated in this scene that she wasn't just a flashy entertainer who was lucky to fit into the definition of a modern hero. She had the heart of a hero too. She was able to act decisively to save both her classmates and potentially the targeted hero (she gave Gigantomachia incorrect directions here).

Mina parallels Izuku from the sludge villain incident here. They both played the role of the hero who moved decisively to save the people around them. Their bodies moved before they could think. Now the reactions to each of them was completely different of course. Mina fit neatly within society's expectation of a hero (flashy quirk, good with people, entertainer, etc.) versus Izuku who was excluded from the hero role by definition for being quirkless.

[capt-mactavish]

Requiem

Ghost is tasked with tracking down a clandestine mercenary group known as "Nocturne", led by an enigmatic figure known only as "The Revenant." After months of dead-end leads, Ghost and his team finally uncover their base of operations. But what he finds there shakes him to his core, and he is forced to confront a devastating truth.

Tw: death, violence

Night had settled by the time Ghost and his small team breached the compound. Inside was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that set off alarm bells, like a calm before a storm. He and his team moved cautiously, stalking through the dim corridors, clearing rooms with practiced ease, senses on high alert. 

The intel was thin— shoddy at best— like chasing shadows through smoke: an encrypted radio transmission they were lucky to intercept. But Laswell has assured him it was their best lead yet on Nocturne, a shadowy mercenary group that had been gaining traction over the past year, and always managed to stay one step ahead of Ghost and his team. 

But it was their leader, the elusive figure known only as The Revenant, that gnawed at Ghost’s nerves. Every operation Nocturne executed had a precision that felt surgical, methodical, coldly efficient, and yet— there was something darker lurking just beneath the brutality; a disturbing familiarity that made Ghost’s skin crawl with every report.

High value targets had gone dark, military operations had been derailed. The attacks felt personal, as if whoever was behind them knew the playbook all too well. Every ambush, every assault, every kill, every tactical maneuver— these weren’t just ordinary mercenaries— they were trained soldiers who knew how to dismantle an operation piece by piece, just as Ghost had been trained to do. 

Ghost led his team deeper into the compound, sweeping through it quietly and efficiently. 

But the deeper they went, the more it felt like a trap. 

“Clear,” Ghost muttered, eyes sweeping over the room he had just breached. 

It looked to be some kind of command center. The walls were lined with maps, and the table at the center was strewn with tactical plans, field notes and intelligence reports. Ghost sifted through them, taking note of their contents, his eyes narrowing as he recognized something; the handwriting, sketches, familiar abbreviations. 

His chest tightened as a memory flashed before his eyes of years ago, standing in the briefing room with Soap who was drawing out a mission plan with his usual rough humor. A smirk on his lips and a light in his eyes. 

It was a messy scrawl he’d seen countless times: Soap’s chicken-scratch notes hastily scribbled on the edges of tactical maps or in the margins of mission reports or on personal notes meant for Ghost’s eyes only. The same crude roughness, sharp and uneven. It was Soap’s handwriting, there was no mistaking it. 

He shook his head. It had to be a coincidence, or he’s finally losing it, seeing things that aren’t there. But as his eyes moved from the plans on the table to the maps on the walls, more details stuck out to him, more evidence of Soap’s presence. He stepped closer, mesmerized, his heart thumping in his chest.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and there was a soft commotion behind him, and he turned to see Nocturne operatives had all of his men on their knees, weapons trained at the back of their heads. 

A figure appeared in the doorway, half obscured by shadow. The silhouette was tall and broad-shouldered, familiar in a way that made Ghost’s stomach twist up in a knot. They stepped forward, slow and deliberate, face hidden behind a sleek, black mask. But the voice that came from behind it was unmistakable.

“Ghost… been a long time.”

Ghost’s chest constricted, dread flooding through every fiber of his being. His eyes burned and his throat tightened. “Soap?” He managed to croak out.

The figure chuckled darkly, sending shivers down Ghost’s spine. “Don’t you know? Soap is dead. You and Price made sure of that. All that’s left now is The Revenant.”

No. It can’t be.

The figure reached up slowly and took off the mask. Ghost’s breath caught in his throat. His mind reeled.

Soap was gone.

Ghost had buried that grief long ago, come to terms with the loss, though the pain lingered, like a dull ache from a wound that never fully healed right. But now, here he was, standing in front of him, twisted, broken and filled with venomous hatred.

“What happened to you?” Ghost’s voice was thick with emotion, almost hoarse. “What is all this?”

Soap, no, The Revenant took a step forward, his eyes, once light and jovial, burned with malice. “You have some nerve asking that, after what you did. You, and Price, the whole bloody system. You left me for dead. You think I don’t know the truth?”

Soap’s words were like a dagger to the gut. This wasn’t right. Soap had to know they didn’t abandon him. He’d been MIA— presumed dead, yes, but never abandoned. Never forgotten.

“Don’t lie to me!” Soap roared, slamming his fist down on the table, making Ghost jump. His voice trembled with unbridled rage. “I was betrayed. Left to rot. And when I climbed out of that hellhole, I had already been replaced. You and Price moved on, and I was left behind. Expendable. Forgotten.”

“W-We didn’t know, we looked for you—”

Ghost frantically recalled back to the mission Soap hadn’t come back from. The firefight, the chaos, everything had come down around them. They’d searched, done everything they could to find him, but there had been so sign of him. Like he had just vanished. They assumed the worst. Price had to practically drag Ghost to exfil. 

“Dead? Aye, that would’ve been convenient, wouldn’t it?” Soap’s voice dripped with bitterness. “But I survived, Simon, and I’ll make you all pay for what you did to me.” 

“Price didn’t know, I-I didn’t know,” Ghost pleaded. “We thought you were—”

The air between them was thick with years of trust shattered, with betrayal and regret. Ghost’s heart ached, the reality of what had become of his closest friend hitting him like a freight train.

“Soap, please—” Ghost begged, but was cut off as Soap held a hand up.

“That’s not my name," he hissed coldly. "I’m The Revenant, and I’m not your friend. I’m your enemy,” 

Before Ghost could say anything else, The Revenant signaled to his men, then stepped back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had come. 

He felt like the ground beneath him was slipping away, and he finally felt the weight of it all, the crushing realization that the man he once knew was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous, something twisted and corrupt. And it was all his fault. 

Time seemed to slow down. He was vaguely aware someone was taking his weapons and securing his hands behind his back, and he looked on with dawning horror as his team was executed one by one in front of him.

[nina-renmen]

loved the makarov story:D can’t wait for part 2

Thank you! I’m glad you’re interested in it. I already have part two ready so I might as well post it. It’s taken me a bit longer to write as I’ve been juggling with school, work, ect. I’ll try and produce more but I can’t really promise anything yet!

Bleed for me Pt.2

Makarov x black reader

Warnings: Makarov has Yandere tendencies, reader is said to have braids, killing, stalking, threats

(If anyone wants a male version don’t be afraid to ask. Story is under the cut)

The base was quiet, your angered yells no longer filled the corridor. The harsh banging of the doors ceased, like still waves after a storm. It was almost too quiet. This prompted Makarov to get up from his comfortable office chair that was way to expensive to just be an office chair. Making his way down the halls he was oblivious to the dead body that was on the first floor. Your body hunched over it, pulling a pistol from it.

As he opened your shared bedroom confusion washed over him. He looked at the room that was only missing your presence. Anger over took its place. Your suitcase was still there but your backpack and immediate essentials were gone. You’d gotten up and left.

He slammed the door shut, shouting commands to his Russian soldiers. He would turn this place upside down if need be. He couldn’t let you go, he wouldn’t allow it. He’d become too attached to your presence. You knew his secrets, you knew that he wasn’t always a cold hearted monster. His enemies would try and take you, pull information out of you.

And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what they did.

Y/n ran down the empty streets. The muscle memory in her body kicking in as her legs strengthened after being pampered for so long. She sped up, occasionally patting her pocket to make sure the plane ticket was still in her pocket.

It seemed as if she were running for a while. Twenty? No…maybe thirty minutes? Y/n couldn’t call a taxi, the people in these parts of town knew who Makarov was. They knew that y/n was his ‘woman’ and would immediately report it.

She was on her own.

As y/n rounded the corner she finally crossed into the next town. The airport was within sight. As she began to near it she realized that a car had passed her three-no…four times. Ane cursed under her breath, making a sharp turn into an alleyway where a large man tackled her down.

“Het the hall off of me!” Y/n sneered at the person in Russian, pulling out a pistol she’d looted from the dead body of the Russian soldier. Pressing the barrel against his stomach she put her finger on the trigger.

The two struggled on the ground, grabbing her wrist he pulled it out from under him but the gunshot rang out. Going straight through his arm.

“Fuckin hell lass!” He cursed in English. His Scottish accent was noticeably making y/n’s eyes glance down at at the flag that was on his vest.

Oh…..he was apart of the uk military

Immediately he grabbed her wrist, twisting it, forcing her to drop the gun. “I….I thought you were one of his men.”

The sound of multiple other pairs of footsteps reached her ears. “Shit…I-I didn’t mean it.” Y/n spoke in a distressed manner. Her hands covering the wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding.

“Tis’ fine.” He groaned, putting his hand on top of yours to press down harder. From her peripheral vision she could see three other men. She removed one hand, reaching for her gun. Well…until her wrist was grabbed harshly. She yelped in pain as it was twisted behind her back and she was pulled away from the unknown man.

“Where’s Makarov?” A deep, rough voice barked out.

“If you think I’m going back there then you’re wrong! Get the hell off of me!” Y/n sneered at the bearded man. “You ought to kill me before taking me back to him.”

There was a small silence. “You’re not with Makarov?” A dark skinned man asked, he crouched down beside you. “No! Of course not. I’m trying to get away from him and if he finds you with me he’ll kill all of you.” Y/n said in a rushed tone, she tried to wiggle out of the man’s grasp but he kept a strong grip on her.

“You’re still comin with us-“

“Like hell I am! I havnt done shit” Y/n barked at the bearded man.

“We can still put you behind bars for illegal underground fighting.” The man threatened, pulling y/n up to her feel.

“Captain be gentle with the little lady.” The wounded man spoke, getting up to his feet as well. His bleeding had stopped.

The man known as ‘Captain’ only shot his wounded team member a look before nudging y/n to get into the vehicle. He grumbled something along the lines of ‘Soap being soft of pretty women.’

[saltycryptid]

Ghost’s head has always been too wise, but his heart is nothing but fire and ashes.

A page featuring a scene from the fanfic solemn prayer, poppy in my hair by @congee4lunch! Specifically from the fifth chapter because the prose haunts me to no end, genuinely so beautiful.

[cod-dump]

Villain!Soap: *rigging up alarm clocks to blow up at specific hours*

Gaz, spying on him: There’s no fixing THAT

Ghost: I don’t plan on even trying

Gaz: I think you need to have a psych evaluation because no normal human should be attracted this kind of crazy

Ghost: Oh Kyle, I’ve never been normal

Gaz: … I’m calling Price-

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

no okay i found 3-14 and??? did Howdy just sell fucking SOAP to Sally and tell her it's instant mashed potatoes??? oh my god someone stop him lmfao

[osarquivosmagnus]

I need gwen to be so fucking for real right now. Girl WHY are you acting like you are a villain in a brazilian soap opera. You are in a horror podcast PAY ATTENTION TO THE FLESH AND BLOOD AND EYES AND ALMOST BEING KILLED and stop laughing it up in your predecessor's office PLEASE

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

I wanted to continue this thing that I wrote for @cod-dump (hope you don’t mind me tagging you lmao), just kinda expanding upon the concept of Nik being Soap’s father and getting into more of the meat in the idea, so here

~~~

Explaining to Ghost and Gaz everything that had gone on between Nik and Soap, their relationship and all, was exhausting. The number of questions they had took forever to get through and made Soap think a little too hard about what why his mother had caused this.

At the same time though, it made him realize he needed to call her to get all the information straightened out here. He needed to know why she did it. Why she separated him from his father.

So, a few days after he had gotten everything sorted with Nik and the team was on the same page with everything, he made the call. He had both Ghost and Nik sit in on the call with him, he couldn’t get himself to do it without some support and he needed to have Nik there to make sure any lies didn’t slip passed him. The trio were sat around the dining table in the common room, Nik and Ghost on either side of Soap. He pressed the call button and made sure it was on speaker, holding it in his left hand still.

“Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, John. It’s been too long since ye called!” She answered the phone with.

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s been quite busy out here, so I haven’t had the chance.” Soap rested his forehead in his palm and Ghost ran his hand along his upper back in a soothing motion.

“Is there somethin’ goin’ on, a chuilein? Ye sound a bit upset.”

“Yeah, um, I’ve been thinking a lot and had a few questions fer you, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, it is! Ask away.”

He took a deep breath then went for it. “Why did you tell me my da abandoned me?”

There was silence on the other end. The seconds stretched for what felt like forever.

“Well, that’s because he did. He made it very clear to me that he didn’t want to speak to any of us, and as much as it pained me, I knew we had to respect his wishes.”

Soap saw Nik’s fist clench out of the corner of his eye and looked up, seeing an expression of barely concealed rage. Soap set his phone on the table, reaching over and grabbing his father’s hand to try to help calm him.

“Ma, do you remember what he does for work?”

“…What do you mean, John?”

“I need you to be honest with me. Why did you lie?”

He was met with more silence.

“I dinnae lie, John.”

“Ma. I’m givin’ ya one more chance to be honest. I need you to take it.”

“I don’t understand, I’ve been honest-“

He let out a sigh before laying it all out. “I met him again, Ma. Ye seem tae have forgotten what he does fer work. We work together now. I read his journal, ma. I know what you told ‘im. I know you lied to both of us. So why? I just wanna know why you did it.”

“It’s a very complicated situation-“

“Bullshit. I know a complicated situation when I see one, and this is not one.”

“John-“

“Не лги нашему сыну, Elspet.” Nik growled. He’d clearly had enough of her avoiding the question she’d been asked.

“Nikolai, I-“

“You will answer the question the boy asked. You will not disrespect him or diminish his intelligence by acting as though you do not understand what he is talking about.”

They were once again met with silence. Ghost moved closer to Johnny, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and holding him against his side.

“I was tired. Your father’s job took a toll on me, on our family, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. The entire time you were away from me, every summer, I was so scared his job would follow him home and I wouldn’t know because you were so far away. I needed to have you close to make sure you were okay. That you were safe. I couldn’t think of anything else to be able to do it.” She paused. “Look at where that’s gotten us now. You enlisted for the same damn job and now ye work together. Guess it couldn’t truly be avoided.”

Soap was seething. While he understood being afraid for your child’s safety, he couldn’t get passed the manipulation. The lies. The fact that she didn’t just explain that that was the problem. He could have kept up with phone calls, letters, something so he wouldn’t lose his father. And yet, this was the decision she had made.

Nik squeezed his hand and Ghost hugged him a bit tighter.

“John?”

A deep breath. “Thank you for your honesty. I’m gonna need some time to process all that. I’ll call you again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, John.”

“Love ye too, ma.” He hung up the phone and rested his head against the table. “Christ, that sucked.”

“Are you alright, love?” Ghost asked.

“I’ll be alright eventually. Just gonna need some time.” He picked his head back up and looked over at Nik. “You alright? Cannae exactly be easy for you to hear either.”

He gave a light nod. “I’ll be okay eventually, малыш. It will take time, as you said, but it will be fine.” He squeezed Soap’s hand again and Soap did the same back. “У нас все будет хорошо.”

~~~

Translations

Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, Johnny. -> It’s lovely to hear from you again, Johnny.

A chuilein -> my lad

Не лги нашему сыну -> Don’t lie to our son

Малыш -> little one

�� нас все будет хорошо -> We will be okay

Apologies for any incorrect translations, the Gaelic is done with google translate and the Russian is a different translation app, so chances are there’s something wrong with it. Let me know if you have any corrections on it!

[oh-wow-im-still-here]

Currently thinking of a pidw native shixiong shen yuan au scenario where at the beginning of his tenure as a qing jing peak disciple him and shen qingqiu did have like a weird father-son esque bond. That like, slowly started to deteriorate as shen yuan got older and befriended binghe, slowly but surely being dissilutioned for his teacher/father figure/role model as time goes by and the more mature shen yuan is. Once shen yuan is like in his early 20s and is completely attached at the hip with luo binghe, shen yuan just. Finds it hard to love or respect shen qingqiu the same now after everything he's learned what he did to binghe and some other things he's done running the peak. But surely it can't get worse right?

And then the immortal Alliance conference happens. I'm thinking maybe either shen yuan missed out on the conference or wasnt around when the abyss opened, whatever the case, shen qingqiu comes back without luo binghe. Says he unfortunately died during the conference. And shen yuan privately thinks, for a horrible moment, "did he really?"

And because of that moment of doubt any sort of positive relationship between the two turns to dust.

[angelsarewatching]

tommy being the new villain after soap's death. laswell looking grim as she tells ghost her group recovered some 'intel' regarding him that had to be private. she hands him a ziploc containing a single photograph with words scribbled in a red sharpie.

it's a dark photograph with two people brightly lit up. what catches his eye first is soap--but then the other person, he comes to recognize, who is holding soap blindfolded and tied to a chair, beaten up and bloody--looking at him, as he sits with a joyful expression beside the tortured mactavish--is the face of his long-dead brother, tommy.

The words 'MISS ME, SIMON?' are written in big, flamboyant looping lines, along with doodles on soap's face with a sad face and drawn tears.