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happy birthday suguru geto. sorry you got sad and started a cult.

:D

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right person, wrong time. right person, wrong place. perfect ship. terrible situation. and I eat it up every time because I'm addicted to tragedy.

“my ship kissed!” “my ship held hands!!!” okay. well. my ship had holes in it and was doomed to sink from the very moment of its departure. my ship flipped and drowned all the passengers. my ship had a sail that only faced windward. my ship’s home had always been at the bottom of the ocean floor. my ship is stained with barnacles and prone to heavy winds. my ship’s dock isnt waiting for it to return. And they still didnt fuck even once

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My Fav Character's Fav Songs

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Self Defeating Prophecy by Dystopia

Let's be real here, Ghost would listen to the most disgusting metal to drown out everything else. Bro is not going to be listening to explicitly sad music cause that would mean he would have to think about his feelings and he doesn't want to do that. He would, however, know a surprising amount about music and would have sludge bands with like 100 monthly listeners on his playlist. Ultimately, Ghost is blaring the most disturbing, harsh metal known to man. His favorite is Self Defeating Prophecy because of the rattling vocals and extreme drum breaks.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Rooster by Alice in Chains

Soap would be a Dad Rock kind of guy but in a "my dad was a teenager in the '90s" way. So a lot of grunge. He could get behind some heavy shit for sure, but really appreciates some solid vocals. I think Soap would actually have a pretty good voice and would be able to sing along to Eddie Vedder or Chris Cornell songs. I feel like he's at least a little more in tune with his emotions and would listen to Nothingman by Pearl Jam alone at night. Rooster would be his favorite song because he can relate to the lyrics since the song is about a Vietnam War veteran.

Jujutsu Kaisen Spoilers Mentioned Ahead

Suguru Geto

But The Regrets Are Killing Me by American Football

Bro is a fucking math rock, midwest emo freak, I'm so sorry. Geto is blaring songs about self destruction with some of the most beautiful guitar riffs. And he was doing that before the KFC breakup too. The American Football song is his favorite though because it almost perfectly represents his tragic relationship with Gojo. I know he's constantly racked with guilt and regret, but is so far gone that he feels like he couldn't change. His music taste mirrors that. GAH it hurts. Are you kidding, "A long goodbye with mixed emotions"? Pretty much sums it all up.

Satoru Gojo

New Song by Maggie Rogers & Del Water Gap

Gojo gets it. Man has a 20 hour crying playlist. He never got over Suguru and probably visited him (or at least wanted to) after they split apart because he would never love anyone the same ever again. New Song helps him justify his lasting feelings about Suguru and how he would go back to him in a heartbeat if he could. But alas. "Is there a cure for this hunger? A terrible curse to be under." Hmmm, kind of reminds me of "Love is the most twisted curse of all."

Damn, all my favorite characters emo as fuck. Bless them. Sorry for making them more sad.

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this is so cooooool uuuuuugh

Ghost of the Wild West.

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OH MY GOD. this is bad.

Start Here, Caitlyn Siehl // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Unknown // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Passanger, Alexandra Bracken (a.k.a Heartbreaker) // I wrote this for you, Iain Thomas // These Violent Delights, Micah Nemerever // jjk the light novel translation // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Elegy, Chen Chen// the playwrights will write your names in the darkness of the sky

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GAAAAAH

Waiting Room

Author: @deadbranch Character:  John “Soap” MacTavish (MWIII 2023) Summary:  Soap finds himself in a strange pub.  It takes a while to figure out how he got there. Word Count:  869 Warnings:  Vague spoilers for Modern Warfare 3 (2023), implied death, grief, emotional turmoil, angst, no comfort. A/N:  I write a lot of one-shots and series scenes that take place in bars and pubs.  If ever you meet a soldier, they’ve spent their fair share of time in such places.  It’s a crossroads of sorts.  People who know similar pain can sit together and forget the memories of their choosing.  I apologize in advance for the emotions.  Angst.  No comfort.

DRABBLES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST (all @deadbranch content)

WAITING ROOM

The polished wood beneath Soap’s gloved fingers dances with flickering slices of colored light from the television screen above the bar.

He blinks and gives his head a good shake.  There’s a match on the screen, but he doesn’t recognize the FCs.  He rubs his eyes, pressing gently into his sinuses, hoping the fog will clear.

The barman sets a paper napkin beside his right wrist.

“What’ll ya have?”

Soap doesn’t remember how he got here, or where he is.  The barman waits patiently, a kind smile behind his eyes.

“I…I’ll have a bourbon.  Please.”

“What kind then?”

“Ah…well is fine,” Soap’s eyes widen as he pats down the sides of his plate carrier and then his pockets. “Never mind the drink.  I haven’t any money on me.”

“It’s fine.  You’ve been paid for.”

“Paid for?  By whom?  I’ve never been to this pub…?”

“No worries.  Didn’t catch the name, but I guess you’ve been expected.  I’ll get that bourbon."

After removing his gloves, he goes through his many pockets.  Perhaps there’s some clue as to how he ended up here.  He’s in the UK, that’s for certain, but the barman has an unusual accent.  Like something from an old film.

In his muddled memories, he sees a tunnel, long, dark, and he hears the concussive sound of gunfire.

A tumbler of bourbon appears on the paper napkin with a muffled thump.  The surface of amber liquid within tilts back and forth as though gaining its bearings.  He surmises it’ll settle far quicker than he.

“Excuse me…”

The barman turns, the match on the screen above him casting him in relative shadow.

“Yeah?”

“Where am I?”

“You don’t remember walkin’ in?”

Soap shakes his head slowly, hands folded tightly to avoid balling them into fists.

“I don’t.  How long ago did I…?”

“Only a while ago.  Looked like ya had a lot on yer mind.  I let you be until you looked ready.”

“Yeah.  Lot on my mind, I suppose,” Soap huffs softly, a bitter laugh tickling at the backs of his ears and exacerbating the rising heat around his collar.

“Easy to take yer mind off it.”  His eyes indicate the bourbon he’d just served, reaching for a drying rag from beneath the bar.  “Have a sip.  I’m sure you’ll remember everything soon enough.”

The first swallow hits him with a wallop.  It’s smooth, but strong.  Warm.  Hot.  Then gone.  The second swallow is less intrusive.  Comforting.  So familiar.

Before long, the barman brings the bottle and pours Soap another inch.

“So…when does it pick up around here?”  He nods toward the empty pub, chairs neatly pushed in, snooker table prepared but unattended, and music playing softly from the next room.

The barman smooths his mustache with one hand as he sets the drying rag down with the other.

“That’s a common question.  Truth is…ya just never know when there’ll be a rush.  Comes and goes.”

It occurs to Soap he doesn’t know the day of the week.

The tunnel reappears in his mind.  They’re calling his name.  Or is he waiting for someone?  For them?  But who…

“I think I’m meant to wait for someone.  Here.  I think.”

He gives Soap a knowing look as he nods his head.

“I hear that a lot.  Most passing through are waitin’ on someone.  Honestly, it’s good for business.  Sometimes the wait is short, but often, with the young ones, the wait is long indeed.”

“How do ya mean, the young ones?

“Just observations.  Been in this line ‘a work for a long time.  Seen it all, heard it all.  And they always wait.”

The tunnel again.  Gunfire.  Suddenly he remembers.

Soap covers his mouth and sits silently.

The barman turns away to polish more glassware, very likely to give the young soldier space.  The dignity to experience the full range of emotion that he must. To process the meaning of what’s happened.  They all do it.

After a time, Soap tips the tumbler against his lips and empties it.

The bottle looms within his reach, but he decides against pouring another inch.  Too early yet, whatever time it is.  There’s no clock on the wall.  No calendar.

“I remember now.  I’m waiting on three others.”

“Oh, aye?  Pretty ladies, perhaps?” the barman responds good naturedly as he polishes a pint glass.

Soap snorts, “No.  Not at all.”  He takes up the bottle and turns the label away.

No wonder it tastes familiar.  It was distilled a mere walk from where he grew up.   He frowns when he notices the year.

“Shouldn’t this be locked up, sir?”

“How do’ya mean?”

“This kind of bourbon, from eighty years ago?  I know…an officer who would kill for this.”

“Time means little here,” he says with a shrug.

Soap frowns again.

“Not really sure what that means.”

“You will.  And a few others will be along.  They’re waiting too, for their own friends, I'd imagine.  We’ll keep ya company until yours show up.”

Soap gazes wistfully at the screen above the bar, at the match he doesn’t recognize.

“They’re more than friends.”  He makes eye contact with the barman for the first time since he arrived.  “I’ll wait forever, if that’s what it takes.”

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'you wouldn't pirate a-' i would steal anything from any company. anything in the world. i dont even want it i just hate you

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YIPPEE

drew my friend @punkghost141 ‘s apprentice !! her names zarah (:

her masquerade outfit is based off a moon jellyfish (:

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I'm a genius. a Frankenstein if you will.

this bitch is a lesbian too

@punkghost141 go hate on them /j

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Too Far Away

Ghost & Soap's Theme Song

By Gregory Alan Isakov

Hey, how have you been

Since got in

The clouds through your window as it rained

The last time we spoke

You were glued to that telescope

I heard you say it was too far away

Was it too far away

Me, I've been fine

I work most of the time

Digging for secrets deep in the ground

A few days ago

They called for that big snow

Man, I thought that I would never get warm

Did you ever get warm

All inside the rain

We carry what we're able

Among the sewer rats and angels

And all of us in between

Before I go

I'll leave you with this poem

About the galvanized moon and her rings in the rain

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My Top 5 Ghost and Soap Fanfictions

All are on Ao3

#5: Seasons - StinglessWasp

This fanfiction brought my love for Call of Duty out of hibernation. This author perfects writing Ghost and all his quirks but also how he is genuinely a good person who's trying despite his past. I absolutely loved the characterization.

#4: The Wind Will Howl Your Name - Minimelo

I absolutely adore this beautifully written, sweet, heart wrenching story. This author nails writing about the yearning for someone else. Also, this is one of the only Alternate Universe fanfictions I really enjoy. It doesn't waste time trying to build too much unnecessary detail in the world, but instead uses the different setting to complement Simon and Johnny's character and how they grow together. If that makes any sense at all.

#3: in lieu of the bells - headlocket

When I found out headlocket added a bonus chapter to all that's said in the low light I about cried. This is the perfect way to wrap up the best story I have ever read. I thought my heart was going to die from how special this ending was. It's perfect in every way.

#2: let these hills absolve me - flowersferns

This is by far the best Ghost and Soap fanfiction set in Ghost's point of view. I loved every minute of reading his internal monologue, with all of his overthinking. The setting was perfect. I loved being able to visualize this wonderful sheep farm in the middle of the mountains. A setting I think both of the boys deserve. I reread this a couple times and it hits me even harder every time. Just a masterpiece. This is actually what happens at the end of MWIII.

#1: all that’s said in the low light - headlocket

How do I even start? This is not a fanfiction. This is a work of art. Never have I read something that made me cry as much as this story did. I was not expecting so much symbolism and attention to detail in a fanfiction. The way something barely mentioned in one chapter will have a much deeper meaning as the story progresses is just incredible. Never have I cared so much for original characters and their relationships with Johnny and Simon. I will never recover from that poem Johnny wrote in chapter 12. Perfect. All of it is perfect.

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I really need some more soap & ghost fanfiction recommendations. it's been my hyperfixation for the past month but I've hit a wall in finding new fics that catch my attention.

I like slowburns, hurt/comfort, & little to no smut. my favorite I've read so far is all that's said in the low light by headlocket. it ruined my life in a good way holy shit.

anways, if anyone has any good ones please please tell me!

and punch facists!

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no sympathy or empathy

only greed, fear and deceit

no unity or trust

for life you must compete

striving for existence

a human stampede

survival of the fittest

oblivious to other needs

lyrics from dog eat dog by disrupt

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human being - a paradox

gifted with means of communication

but no desire to use it

only breed more hatred

lyrics from hatred for the species by noothgrush

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quest for invention

intelligence gone too far

synthetic environment

we're doomed from the start

lyrics from hands that mold by dystopia