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i am obsessed w your creature au..... i would kill to read a fic about it it's so good <33

I have good news and bad news.

The good news are that you won't have to kill anyone. The bad news are you might want to kill me for the pace I write at.

But have a snippet :)

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“He is criatura elemental, no?” Alejandro asks as they sit together in the colonel’s office and go over the day’s reports.

“Yes, a Bomb, Explosive Elemental,” Ghost considers the other for a moment, “Have you ever met one before?”

“No, he’s the first, but- do you have stories of them? In england?”

“Not stories, but there are rumours.”

“It is said they find a cause and then eat themselves up for it. There were two part of the mexican revolution, twins, they didn’t last a year before their fuse ran out, they were completamente loco, not caring who they killed in a fight so long it worked for the revolution, and in the end revolucionarios shot them even though they were two their own. It’s, ah…”

“It worries you. Having him here.”

“Si. He seems good, a very good soldier, but there is something about him, extraño- strange. Las Almas is my home, the destruction just una bomba loca can do is extreme.”

Ghost watches as Alejandro rubs at his stubble, clearly torn about his distrust of Soap but also not able to ignore the disquiet. He doesn’t disagree with Alejandro’s assessment, but Soap? It just… he can’t quite picture it, it doesn’t fit his initial assessment. Of course he could always be wrong, he’s been wrong before, egregiously so, trusted the wrong people and- but that was before. He’s got better insight into people now, the innate ability to sense fear has been a surprising, if disturbing boon thus far.

“My assessment is limited, I’ve only worked with him once before we were sent here, but I don’t think you have to worry about Sergeant MacTavish harming people unnecessary,” Ghost admits, “so far he’s proven to value his colleagues lives highly.”

“Even the odd ones?”

“He doesn’t seem to differenciate, while under threat it’s the same level of fear for all of them. Marines, Los Vaqueros, superiors, subordinates. It’s like…” Ghost frowns at the realisation, “He considers us all equally vulnerable.”

“That is unusual?” Alejandro questions, clearly curious now.

Ghost just nods. It not necessary for Alejandro to know that, now that he thinks about it, he’s never met anyone who truly values people equally. Or if nothing else, fears for them equally, but that amounts to the same thing. It’s normal, of course, it’s natural to fear for the person you know over the one you don’t. Your squadmates over some new arrival. Your sibling over someone else’s sibling.

On the battlefield there is of course also the bias of what beings people think can take more. More damage, more stress, more risks. A creature over a human, a non-humanoid over the humanoids. A thing that remains stone faced over a thing that can cry and bleed.

To Soap it had been all the same. He’d feared for the gargoyle pilot that had survived the crash the same as for his injured human squadmate. The same for the Swan Maiden, the same as the Grizzly Bear Shifter, the same for the (visually) adorable and childlike Cat Sidhe.

The same for him.

People don’t fear for him.

“Can I ask what you are? I don’t know of anything that senses fear with precision. You don’t smell it, no?”

Ghost tilts his head, his version of a smile ever since smiling became an effort, “Your worst nightmare.”

Alejandro laughs at him. Well, Ghost isn’t one to step down from a challenge however unwittingly offered, he’s in need of some proper dinner as is, and he’s not quite ready to stress-test his seargeant quite like that.

I have compiled my creatures au art on AO3, it's mobile friendly. I've also posted on AO3 what I've written so far! Still unpolished, but yk what that's fine. Check there for updates from now.

Chapter 7 is up, 2k

“You alright Lt?” “Yes,” Ghost lies, not moving from his spot on some old wooden crate, “Why are you out here?” Soap comes closer to stand next to him, their knees almost brush and his shadow cast across Ghost’s body. Ghost hasn’t yet figured out what difference being shrouded in darkness or cast into light really makes, only that he can feel the difference. “Price sent me out to convince you to let some blood before the mission?” Ghost freezes. “Didn’t know that’s a thing you can do,” Soap continues, sounding unconcerned, “thought that was just a vampire thing.”

I gotta know: What is an Alb? Because I have never heard of that before and google is literally no help.

You can always read the fic if you want the slow-cooker version, but i've copypaste&updated the text from an earlier ask about the same thing, because that og post contains Soap related spoilers (They are tagged "tactax EoE spoilers" btw.)

Ghost being an Alb is generally inspired by the german "Nachtalb" (english wikipedia is kinda shit). I'm not aiming for him to be precisely that, but it was my jumping-off point.

Ghosts abilities aren't something I've revealed much yet in the fic but he's a kind of fear entity.

Alb's are myth's answer to sleep apnea, sleep paralysis, nightmares, and night terrors. As such he sustains himself on causing/witnessing nightmares, fear (more effectively when it's during people's rest but also when awake), stealing breath, eating dreams (as a rare treat) etc. I'll probs keep some of the mischief Albs are known for, not that anyone would believe it's Ghost which he finds super funny.

His body is sand based, as a nod to the sandman (folklore), golden sand being dreams he consumed and black his base being from nightmares. His bed's full of sand. His gear is full of sand. He prefers knives to guns cause guns and sand don't mix and having to keep it all together is so annoying. It's rumoured Ghost can control shadows, but it's actually his own black sand he moves around.

The skull mask is his actual face.

Fic WIP Ask game (anon is on)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS!

Thanks for the tag @meowmeowriley (its post) I'm going to do us all a favour and not post ALL wips and restrict myself to CoD wips (this also means all soapghost ;).

[1] [2] [4] [5] [7] [9] [10] [11] [12] Do you see this post? Do you write fic? Go consider yourself tagged. Yes seriously! And @ me :D

Hey your pfp is honestly one of my favourite pieces of art! (Like in general not just compared to your own stuff) for a character that technically doesn’t have an actual face you conveyed a striking amount of emotion! The colours are beautiful and draw you in the fact it’s for one of my favourite fics is just an added bonus and is the reason I started reading it in the first place.

Thank you! I'm glad you like it, I'm also very happy with it still, I really was onto something there.

It's actually referenced from a photo (which unfortunately had inpiration instagram and pinterest all over it and i can't find a source, but hey it's just for fanart, not like I sell it), it has such neat composition and lighting I wanted to try and recreate it.

Hope that doesn't ruin the magic :')

Soapghost fic: Want to Feel (Clean)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: John “Soap” MacTavish/Simon “Ghost” Riley Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, POV Third Person Limited, Hand Feeding, Food, Bathing/Washing, Hand Jobs, Touch-Starved Simon “Ghost” Riley, the mask stays on, No Canon Face Reveal

Chapter 2 snippet: Ghost thinks of the two showers he’s taken, without body wash or shampoo because he couldn’t bear to touch, just water running over him. He could keep doing that except that toweling off is agony for his hands, just as much as sitting and waiting to dry in his cold room, naked or dressed, is agony for his mind, reminding him of- of things that don’t bear remembering. And just water doesn’t clean his oily hair or itchy skin, doesn’t make up for him changing his clothes twice a day. Fuck. He is desperate to be clean. “Fucking hell,” Ghost mutters as he hooks his thumbs into the back of his shirt collar and pulls it over his head, gritting his teeth against the pain because it’s not like Soap could see it anyway. (Can’t let him see you hurting, but can let him do this, fuck his pride is a ridiculous creature.)

Chapter 2/3 is up!

I will never understand the people on twitter who make 100+ tweet thread fics and continuation-threads that they connect with quote tweets and just... not cross post to AO3.

Or even tumblr, where you can make one thread into one post and also edit your posts to link to another, and make identifying tags???

Please please please if you post thread fics also crosspost them on AO3. You don't need to 'polish' them or make fancy additional tags, literally just the post you make for the first thread as a summary, copy paste the rest and drop it there. I want to read your stuff but twitter ain't it please!!!

Hey, just found your mwii monster au and wanted to say that its really cool! Quick question tho, is Soap like an actual god or just a really stronk monster? If he is an actual god, was he born like that or did he inherit/grow into it?

Oh god (hah) ok I guess it's time to try and pin down godhood/divinity for this verse, huh? Been meaning to make notes. Definitely not just 'stong monster'.

Sorry but you'll never get a 'quick' answer from me when I could be worldbuilding, lol. This is barebones and subject to change, mebbe.

A mortal (ie. not godly) is only one thing. They're a human. They're a werewolf. They're a human-werewolf-hybrid but that's still just one being. When they die they're dead (or possibly undead, but that's still being one thing at a time).

They need to eat, to hunt, to rest, to replenish in a way that is a conscious effort.

Gods are born as mortals to mortal parents (if applicable), but attached to them is the divine element that they are the god of. They're a mortal but also that element, both avatar and embodiment. Ageing is a tricky thing, on average a god's mortal form will develop to maturity at a regular pace and remain at that point. (I should mention that gods aren't always born to sapient species.)

Their divinity/godhood on the other hand is ever growing and maturing, eventually shedding their mortal form (and later self) after which their element soon (relative) consumes them. That is when a god dies, and a new one is born, and the cycle begins again. The speed at which the cycle moves really depends on the individual cycle's god, their species, their circumstances and element.

In a way you can see a divine element as a parasite that attaches at birth to a host and sustains and consumes them over a span of decades to millenia. There is no way to predict, invite, stop or avert this, in fact you shouldn't even try. Without the divine element the thing itself would cease existing. The divine element also feeds the mortal form purely by it's element existing, as such a god doesn't need to eat or rest (but they can, if they so choose so), and it's very very hard to kill their mortal form. Depending on what stage they're at it's likely possible they can re-form from their element alone, even if their mortal form was completely destroyed. (Otherwise it's likely they move on to late stage godhood.) its impossible to injure a god with something associated to their element. (ie explosions = bullets, shrapnel, fire, heavy impact/shockwave, etc)

Soap being a god of explosions for example, is in the 'juvenile' stages of godhood (this does not influence his maturity as a human in any way). He's figured out manmade explosions/explosives, and the wonders of flammable gasses, and making anything explode that shouldn't/making things not-explode that should. But guys, guys, he hasn't even grocked yet that the two biggest natural sources of explosions are volcanic and stellar, as in solar flares and supernovas. (His endstage of godhood would probably be stuff like colliding black holes and just generally stretching too thin through the universe and completely losing any sense of self/personhood and eventually fading into nothing. But that's gonna be a long as while dw.)

vamp!Soap turns Ghost ? 👀

Fic WIP Ask game (anon is on)

Oh I had so much fun with ruleslawyersing a vampirism curse that is actually undesirable but manageable, that by itself got a higher wordcount than the fic so far hahaha

It's a setting of some supernatural beings and magic, but mostly humans (because they're better allrounders), otherwise modern verse, military and 141 wise it all stays the same. Soap is cursed into vampirism. Ghost is a human, but Ghost has ISSUES about his humanity thanks to Roba trying to turn him into something else (09 ghost backstory). So when Soap turns Ghost in a near death situation? Ghost really really doesn't take it well. Ironically it's a mostly domest hurt/comfort and learnign to live fic. The actual story starts here:

A quiet, hoarsely rasped, *"What- what did they do to me?"* from the bedroom one floor up is Soap's first hint that his- (and that thought is still terrifying)- *hatchling* is awake.  The second is the loud thump of a body hitting the floor, as Soap sprints up the stairs several at a time.  The third, is Ghost's hands wrapping around Soap's neck after he's wrestled Soap to the ground in a blind panic.  This, Soap hopes, isn't about to set the tone for Ghost's stay here over the next six to twelve months.  Soap holds still, doesn't resist the pressure and doesn't try to get free, he just waits, looks at Ghost whose face is covered in a plain black balaclava that does nothing to hide the wide open bloodshot eyes, the frantic gasps for air. Ghost blinks, leans back a fraction and his hands relax marginally. "Soap?" "Ghost," Soap responds calmly, "we're in a safe location. Just you and me." "Fuck," Ghost curses, yanking his hands away, "Bloody hell I'm sorry Johnny, are you alright? We have to put ice on, it's going to swell and-" Soap puts a gentle hand on Ghost's biceps but doesn't otherwise try to get out from under him, doesn't want to stress Ghost any more than he already is. He doesn't remember this process himself, but his Host had always joked that Soap had been stumbling around like a new born foal for days, punch drunk on magic and fear, "It won't. Don't worry." "Certain?" Ghost asks, tries to stand up but barely makes it to his feet before he sways and his knees buckle. But this is what Soap is here for, stands up and pulls Ghost to the bed before his Lieutenent can fall. "Yes," Soap answers, "You know I'm not human." "Yeah, I- I thought I was-" Ghost presses a hand to his chest, still out of sorts and visibly growing paler when he must realise that his heart isn't beating. Not anymore.

What creature is Laswell? Sorry, don’t know if that’s been asked yet or not. ~🍨

Hi, it hasn't been asked yet!

First thing that comes to mind is a human, with some magic oompf she got from a pact she made with a fae, and that fae is her wife, actually. I also imagine she might keep it largely a secret, always an ace up her sleeve (both the magic and her wife being fae).

Plus, you bet human government is biased towards humans in positions of power. US would be human governed. I can see some places in europe running on fae courts instead. Don't know about other place's myths to handwave stuff rn, just a thought tho. There's also general non-human societies. (Gods are not involved in politics and operate separate from mortals.)

Plain magic skills/control is very rare in this verse. Either it comes prebaked or you dont have it, and you bet most pacts backfire spectacularly so it's not a thing many are willing to try and even less succeed.

Reading the latest chapter of the monster au I was imagining ghost being a literal heap of sand

Like just a pile of sand with clothes and his mask/face mixed throughout

Hahaha you're not the only one. He's not quite THAT in shambles but you bet he does that

Question about ghost in your monster au

On windy days does he ever act like he's gonna blow away? (Ya' know cuz he's... made of sand and all that)

If hes got a very specific joke going on? Yeah probably! He likes to pretend hes very serious but he's a little silly on occasion, does stuff for the bit.

Can also see him making a gap in his body the perfect size/shape to make horrible whistling noises.

Have some of my fave screenshots i took the other day for overpainting. These are all completely unedited and taken from YT (i bet half of them have the pop-out symbol on them haha). I'm gonna add the other half and the link from where I took them on a reblog later.

Part 2

Where do you reblog posts to?