meowmeowriley

[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

[meowmeowriley]

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.

***

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."

[meowmeowriley]

Mother Nature said "let me just make this wheelchair accessible"

"No winter maintenance. The bridge can be slippery."

[meowmeowriley]

Crying because I didn't get my notification email. Ao3 you have failed me, you have wounded me, I NEED my monsterfucking 😭

Updated the third chapter of not alone (anymore). We're finally at the monsterfucking part ;)

Link for the third chapter here!

[meowmeowriley]

Next time someone tells me I don't seem autistic I'm going to instruct them to ask me about my special interests and then interrupt them before they can finish the sentence to recite, from memory, evert line of dialog from Modern Warfare 2, both the original and the remake, which are vastly different games and stories from one another. Oh why are they different? You didn't ask? I don't care. "SO they're different because-" and then I'd go on at length about how the games are so different because the industry and the audience has changed so much and how the new games were a queer-baity middle finger to long term fans like myself, and how much I hate that it worked in bringing in so many new fans to quite literally pick the pockets of. From there I'd launch into how indie games will save us, and different games engines and how coding knowledge isn't as necessary for making games as people think. By the end of it I will have thrice over achieved my own goals: prove my autism- something that should never need to be proven-, get my thoughts about the games industry's downward spiral off my chest, and most likely I will have successfully driven away whatever poor soul made the mistake of trying to make me feel better by telling me they thought I looked like a normal person.

-sincerely, someone who's tired of people thinking it's a compliment to tell me I don't look disabled, and also someone who thinks way to freaking much about how great mw2 and 3 coulda been if they'd have actually made Ghoap canon.

[meowmeowriley]

I like to think of the 141 being stuck in The Stanley Parable.

Ghost would never admit it out loud but he'd actually end up having a ton of fun. After realizing there were no real consequences to his actions he'd set about trying to do the most absurd things he could think of, just to get a rise out of The Narrator. The ending where The Narrator explains comedy would be his favorite, and he'd find himself having to hold back from saying "I'm done-y with the funny."

Soap probably got the broom closet ending multiple times, and The Narrator would have an audible breakdown while the man made bombs.

Price got out several times and found all the endings involving the void. The one where you stab The Bucket™️ a million times and The Narrator goes on monologuing about some DND shit absolutely broke him. He got rather destructive after that.

Gaz went about it in the most methodical manner, accidentally getting every ending. Yes, even the stupid baby minigame ending that literally none of us save for some depraved few have gotten.

It'd be even more harrowing for The Narrator if they found their way to one another. Alone they're menaces, sure, but together? He'd be driven absolutely mad. I have to wonder if Ghoap's relationship could survive the parable, or if they'd throttle one another. Someone's gonna weild The Bucket™️ as a weapon, that I know for certain.

[meowmeowriley]

Everyone thinks Ghost is just an angsty emo boy, who sometimes takes things too far and makes people uncomfortable when he says things like "I keep trying to die, but God doesn't want me" and "I'm immortal until proven otherwise, and so far all signs point to yes" when in reality God actually fears him and won't let him die because if he does he'd regain his memories and powers and The Big Guy Upstairs™️ is biding his time trying to figure out how to keep Ghost nerfed.

It isn't until Soap, introduced to Ghost through devine intervention that neither is aware of, continuously gets sent to the hospital for his increasingly dangerous and self sacrificing stunts in the field, that Ghost stops doing suicide missions because the two make a pact to try not to die for one another.

Idk, some kinda God-killer-divine-beast!Ghost AU or something

[meowmeowriley]

Can we all add to this the unconventional pets the 141 should have? Imma drop Price's.

Price was tired of loss and death, so many good men and dogs lost on the battlefield. So many stray cats lost to the environment or illness. So many impromptu pets left behind because of geologic and health issues- you can't take the possum you'd been feeding on an American base home with you, no matter how much you love it. So many animals and friends lost to the march of time, he wanted a pet that would live as long as he did, if not longer.

Price gets a tortoise.

Not just any tortoise, a Sulcata. Third largest tortoise species in the world, fully grown he's as big as Price's torso, and heavier than most peoples dogs or children.

He builds an enclosure inside, practically takes up an entire room. Sets it up with a sprinkler system and light timers, grows grass in it for the tortoise, Valentine -yes, named after the tank. Everything was automated so that the big brute could survive his long stints away.

It wasn't until the boys of the 141 were over for a cookout that he realized how much he and Val were alike. The beast glared at anyone but Price, and would hiss and retreat into his shell if anyone came close, only to then charge forward with surprising speed to ram his shell into the walls of his pen with a loud crash. Agressive and surprisingly fast, just like Price, Ghost had said. They even looked alike, so Gaz posited, anyhow. They both look old as shit, even though they're not- alright he'd slapped the back of Soap's head for that one.

Everyone got a kick out of Price grabbing a raggedy pair of red Converse and putting them on, the shoes did not match the man, they said. When he let Valentine out and the tank of a creature followed him out the back door and into the garden, they were equal parts awed and amused. Price had spent a lot of time when Val was younger to target train him with a red ball so that he would eventually follow the color and Price wouldn't have to pick up the living boulder.

ghost who has a pet tarantula. absolutely loves her to bits. he knows she feels no affection toward him the way any conventional pet might, but he doesn’t care. ghost likes to think they’re alike—introverted, not huge on people or touch. they just exist, together.

his favourite moments are when he’s going through paperwork in his office, and she sits in her portable enclosure that he is most certainly not supposed to have on base, let alone the bigger, stationary one in his room. sometimes he’ll leave the lid off and let her climb out, and sometimes she’s interested in the movement of his pen or in climbing up his arm, and that’s all ghost needs in a pet, he thinks. cohabitation. a general understanding of one another’s being.

(soap is initially not a fan, to say the least. it’s not that he’s afraid of spiders, it’s just… a tarantula is of a considerable size for a bug, and when her tank is looming in the corner while he and ghost are cuddling… it takes some getting used to.

slowly but surely, though, soap learns to accept it. he begins to view the spider through ghost’s perspective, and honestly? he finds it kind of cute how much the lieutenant cares for her. how such a small, simple creature can make ghost happy. maybe soap could get a few pointers from the tarantula.)

[meowmeowriley]

Soap! Come get your fish, he's scaring the tourists with his emo bullshit again!

-Price, mayor of a town by the sea, probably

I'm not much of an artist but mer!Ghost has made a home in my mind so that's what I've been crafting these days

[meowmeowriley]

Alright guys, let's be real for a second- I have dropped the ball with writing this year. I haven't updated anything in months. It's been rough. Sorry I haven't been checking my ask box lately, or posting much. Due to the risk of making people uncomfortable if I say exactly how things have been, I'll just say my mental health has been in the shitter, and leave it at that.

Now that that's out of the way, resolution time. I'm going to get back to writing. In 2025 I plan to finish Watership Down-Bad, Creature of Habit, I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore, and Little Meow Meow. These 4 fics deserve to be finished, and I'm determined.

I have 3 projects I want to work on, but I feel obligated to at least finish these fics before I get to them. I need to do this.

BUT to try and possibly pique your interest, one is a special fic, with a format I haven't seen before and I'm excited to try, one has a little something to do with tarot cards, the last has everything to do with video games, and ALL are, as ever, Ghoap.

Thanks for hanging in there with me through possibly the most difficult year of my life, and since I'm still alive I'm going to make the most of it and get back to my original intention with creating content: to give people a reason to smile. That's all I've ever wanted.

[meowmeowriley]

I think I'm going feral over this because for the first time ever the genderbent versions of a character haven't been turned into Hollywood babes. They're still them 🥰 muscular beefcakes just with more feminine faces. Like for a second, looking at the first panel I thought it was normal Ghost and fem!Soap, and then was delighted to see in the second they're both girls, because regardless of gender Ghost is a creepy emo fuck who covers up head to toe and wears a skull mask, thank you op ❤❤❤

Have some more lady ghostsoap! !

[meowmeowriley]

Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

[meowmeowriley]

I wish my flaws were seen as hot like y'all think Soap thinks Ghost's are.

i wish i was as loved as much as ghost loves soap

[meowmeowriley]

Ghost who looks like his mother, but he can't see it. Thinks he looks like his father and hates himself for it, only to have to hold back tears when he finally shows old photos to his team and they, oblivious to his lifelong struggle, all comment how le looks exactly like his mother, like he could be her twin instead of her son. Now THAT is my favorite meal.

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I'm starving... someone please write that...

Don't get me wrong, I get the appeal of Ghost looking like his father. The angst and the potential tm for it is delicious, but Ghost resembling his mother more?? Oh my god.