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inspired by/continuation of this by @rawme-price

You don’t know what you did to make your pack hate you.

But they do hate you, of that, you’re certain. It’s been weeks of avoidance, of glaring when they see you, of “accidentally” hitting you too hard during spars. Ghost and Gaz seem to hate you the most, but you can’t be sure, because you’ve barely even seen Soap in weeks, and whenever you do, he refuses to make eye contact with you, his tail tucked between his legs. Price is slightly less antagonistic, but there is no more warmth in his interactions with you, all of them coldly professional.

It’s tearing you up inside.

You’re considering putting in for a transfer when the news comes—you’re being loaned out to the Americans for a mission that will take several weeks, maybe months. No one else from the 141 will be coming with you.

You hold off on your transfer request, as a favor to Laswell, who apparently personally recommended you. You know it likely won’t be accepted until after the mission is finished, anyway.

You’re up and on the tarmac at 05:00. None of your pack comes to say goodbye.

As the helo lifts off, you feel the bonds you’d formed with each and every one of them—once so strong and a great source of comfort—break, unable to hold up under the strain of rejection any longer. It’s agony, but it’s freedom, too, in a way. 

Johnny wakes up with a pained gasp, clawing at his chest as he shoots up in bed. Beside him, Simon sits up sharply as well, reaching for the gun under his pillow before realizing the room is empty.

“Just a nightmare,” he soothes his sergeant, heart breaking at the horrible whines coming from him. He pulls Johnny close, kissing the crown of his head. “S’olright, Soap. Go back ta sleep.”

And Soap does, the ache in his chest slowly fading, but never quite disappearing entirely. He wonders what he was dreaming of, to have such an intense reaction…

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SAS base, TF 141.

You are the new supply NCO and the boys have to go to you for new equipment (after they break something in the field)

Soap: You know about his loud presence before he even opens the door. He waltzes in with barely restrained energy and you wonder if he will be able to maintain the conversation without climbing the walls.

"Hey, how are you? Alex, was it?" He almost yells excitedly.

"Not even close." You raise your eyebrow at him, challenging.

"Well, you have a lunch break? I'd love to get to know you and your name." He tries with a charming smile.

"My name is on the uniform." You say flatly.

His eyes flicker to the nametag and you can see his expression waver for a moment. Before he tries to save the situation, you just ask.

"What do you need?"

"Oh, I kinda broke something."

"Shocking." You comment. You have a feeling you will soon get to know this guy very well.

He puts his helmet on the table and you inspect it. The plastic adjustable pads on the inside are broken.

"What did that helmet do to you?" You ask. If one broke, sure. Two, maybe. But all but one?

He immediately dives into a crazy story which he animates with wild gestures and Scottish expressions that have you nodding absentmindedly.

"You'll need a request form. Then I'll get you a new one." You interrupt him.

"Could you do that without the form?" He asks nicely and you almost say yes because you know whatever he will write there will be very wrong anyway. But you need to hold your ground and hope they'll learn. You push the paper in front of him.

He doesn't leave. He asks for a pen and then reads the form out loud, glancing at you every time he needs you to dictate the answer.

Ghost: He is silent, but you knew he came in thanks to a squeak that the door makes. He walks to your table with a steady gaze, locked in on his target. He puts a broken comm on the table. "I need a new one."

You look at the mess and then fold your arms. He doesn't move, reminds you of an angel from Doctor Who. You blink and you're dead. So you don't. You look up and try to match his death glare.

"Do you have a request form filled?"

His eyes narrow a little and then you see him sizing you up and down. "Where is sergeant Williams?" He asks and continues staring into your soul. You've been here for barely a day and you're not even sure you still have one.

"Retired." Williams and his lax approach to equipment distribution is exactly what got you here in the first place. You slightly lean to the left while carefully maintaining the eye contact. Then you slowly reach to the first drawer and pull out a paper. You put it on the table next to the little broken device.

After few seconds he looks down trying to burn the paper with his stare. It doesn't work so he picks it up and leaves.

Five minutes later he is back and his hands are empty. He walks to the table and stares at you for a moment, then huffs in annoyance. You wait. He wants something, he can ask.

"What is the ID number?" His voice is more silent than you expected.

You nod at him with a poker face, pretending it's a good question and not something he should've known for years as a lieutenant, and you explain.

Gaz: Walks in with polite, almost shy smile. He walks up to you with confident posture and you are almost ready for your customer service voice to deny whatever he will ask for.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but my gas mask cracked, I'm going to need a new one."

You resist the sigh and an eye roll. "How did you manage that?"

He puts it on the table and you inspect it. One eye socket is cracked but otherwise it seems okay.

"Could you fix that for me, please?" He asks oh so nicely.

"You know what, sure. But next time you'll need a request form." You say and put the mask away. His politeness made you feel like next time he will need something, his form will be filled correctly on your table before he will even tell you what's wrong.

Price: He sends Gaz with the request form filled.

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So, I have this CoD fanfictio idea that I have half outlined on paper. It's a body swap AU, where 22 Ghost exchanges with 09 Ghost, and it can be described as: 09 Ghost, after being betrayed by Sheperd wakes up in 22 body sleeping with Soap, he recognises that he is Soap, but doesnt understand why he looks so young, then in the bathroom he has a panic attack when he sees that he isn't himself, but a 6'2" monster with blond hair and dark eyes (the opposite of what he was). Instead 22 Ghost is suddenly thrown in the battlefield basically one minute before Sheperd's betrayal, when Sheperd is about to shoot Roach he is faster and shoots him. 22 Ghost doesn't know that the man he killed was Sheperd (he looks nothing like his Sheperd) and doesn't recognise the soldier he saved, but something in his guts tells him he knew him at some point.

Yes, it is hurt-comfort, yes with time their memories will return, yes they will realoze that they might be lost in another reality, no I don't know how it could be resolved since I need time and it might be that when both the Captain and the Sargent die they switch back :) (no, I want to fix it, so they don't die)

These two inspired me

Edit: I'm 2k into writing the first chapter of this and I'm absolutely speedrunning ruining my sleeping schedule by writing this at night (the ideas come better and the creativity is boosted)

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Okay, I know this will sound probably bad.. but as far as fanfictions are concerned, my only wish is to once write something that will make at least one of my readers cry.

Sorry, I know.. but honestly, the amount of emotions some fanfictions make me feel is absolutely incomprehensible and cannot be compared to any other media.

I would just like to once be able to portray the actions and emotions so well it will make people feel them as much as some fanfictions make me feel.

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There are quite a few Soulmates AU fanfics, where it's Ghost who is trying to to hide it, claiming Soap doesn't deserve someone so broken like him, or something like that... so it's usually Soap who suffers the rejection in some form.

What if it was the other way? What 'valid' reason would Soap have, claiming Ghost doesn't deserve to be stuck with him?

(I came up with one reason yesterday before falling asleep and of course I forgot...)

With the way Ghost is so unapproachable, nobody would probably notice his suffering for quite some time. Lol, angst, yes please.

Also he would be pretty much stalking Soap, but as that's a normal behaviour for him, nobody questions that.

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Destinations (part 1)

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thinkin bout ghoap getting married and they want a real ceremony. they want a venue they want flowers and a reception and an open bar thats bound to end in drunken dances. they've fought long and hard, they just want one special, pretty day for them. a celebration not just of their union, but of the fact that they survived.

but simon starts to regret it when the planning starts because the only family simon has are the 141 vs johnny and every single mactavish from immediate family to “im pretty sure theyre like a fifth cousin or something but he was at christmas last year so he’s probably related somewhere down the line”

and simon is stuck thinking abt the memorial seats for johnnys recently deceased grandparents and how if they did that for him it would take up at least two rows of seats alone. empty seats with empty frames bc he only has a handful of group photos, none of which contain any grandparents or extended family. and he can’t tell if he’s more jealous or existential but he knows that neither are feelings you should feel when planning a wedding.

simon’s groomsmen are all 141, just price, gaz, and roach. but johnny couldn’t leave any of his siblings out, leaving a 3 to 5 gap. until johnnys youngest sibling asks simon if they could stand on his side instead.

no one had mentioned the problem bc no one was going to tell simon that he didn’t love enough people to have an even number of party members nor announce that to the entire family. nor was simon going to admit how much it stung. it was something his sibling wanted unbeknownst of the issue. and johnny can’t even pretend to be upset by it; no joking cries of betrayal, just simon smacking him for being a sap when he teared up over it.

and simon had been calm about that, just told them that they’d always be welcome on the better side and asked where they wanted to stand.

he didn't start crying openly until simon, johnny, and his parents had sat down to discuss more minute details of the planning and they started talking about how they would walk both of them down the aisle; his parents tossed around his mom walking one of them down and his dad the other but that was thrown out. they asked simon if he’d be okay with johnny's parents walking him down, if he wanted to be first or second, if he would rather walk alone or maybe even walk down with price.

and simon started mumbling saying that his parents didn’t have to do any of that and that he’d be fine walking down alone or whatever was easiest. and johnny, whose Simon’s Bullshit Detectors had grown fine tuned over the years, told him plainly that his parents were asking bc they wanted to walk them both down the aisle but would also be fine not doing that if it’s what simon preferred.

and he got out that he’d be fine with them walking him down the aisle if they really wanted before the first tear fell bc when tommy got married, it had been simon and their mother who walked him down before simon took his place as best man and he couldn’t think about anyone other than tommy being by his side but maybe this could be okay too

and he already knows that he’d be the first one to walk down because as he said (in private bc he can’t be mistaken for a softy) johnny makes a much prettier blushing bride.

the sign outside the ceremony space says to "choose a seat, not a side" and everyone smiles at the sweet sentiment, only a few knowing that simon's side would have been empty without it

and after johnny's parents walk him down, simon looks around and doesn’t recognize half the people sitting on his side but the first seat isn’t empty, holding four people there and then it’s johnnys grandmother who had called simon a dashing young boy in spanish when he first met the family, unaware that he spoke the language. and next to her was a cousin who had drunkenly challenged simon to an arm wrestle and lost in spectacular fashion and then his wife and three kids and starting the second row was laswell, who hadn’t been sure if she’d be able to make it and then her wife who he’d never met in person but maybe had the biggest grin out of everyone in the audience, but she had some stiff competition as every other seat was filled with either a mactavish or a close friend of the family who seemed just as happy to see simon standing up there as they were johnny

and maybe johnny isnt walking down the aisle or theres a service dog at simons feet but they survived goddammit and now they can celebrate and relax and grow gray hair side by side

uhh i forgot what the point of this post was. simon who was a mactavish long before any papers were signed and ghoap who finally get their fairytale 'and they lived happily ever after' moment

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this is a callout post  —-

keep writing

keep drawing

keep building up your OCs backstories

keep creating

continue putting yourself out there

fuck others opinions of what you’re doing

do YOU do what makes YOU happy

do it for yourself first and the results will follow

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Ghost is no stranger to desire. He goes out for drinks with the other SAS soldiers, he notices how people look at him like they want to swallow him or be swallowed whole. He's no stranger to quickies in the bar toilets, to his knees aching from kneeling on the cold pavement in the alley, next to the broken streetlight, chosen specifically so even though his balaclava is pushed just over his mouth, the other person can only feel and not see.

So when he met Soap, he thought it was just this; desire. Soap's good looking, strong, and just that bit shorter than him to make Ghost feel smug over it. The Sergeant's got a mouth on him, constantly talking and talking about everything and Ghost was waiting for that wave of annoyance to wash over him like it always did with others, but it never did with Soap. It was just the desire, he told himself, a quick fuck would fix it for sure and he would go back to how it was before.

And so they fucked. Quick thing in some random bar's toilets, his balaclava pushed just over his mouth and even though Soap had seen his face before, he didn't complain or try to lift it further. Ghost tried to convince himself that he didn't feel any specific way about Soap just leaving it there. It was quick and it was good and Soap was limping at the end of it in a way that only Ghost noticed, his smirk hidden behind his balaclava but Soap still noticed it in his eyes, weakly punching his shoulder as he left the toilet.

After that, Ghost though everything would go back to normal. Soap was cracking jokes like nothing had changed, and all Ghost could think of was that night and how Soap had said his name as he had come, not "Ghost" but "Simon" . He couldn't stop thinking about it, was trying his best to maintain eye contact whenever Soap was talking to him. Hell, he tried to replace the memory with other people and if those people all ended up having blue eyes and brown hair then Ghost wasn't to blame. He didn't notice, the light was always low.

But friendship grew between him and Soap, and Simon had never had a best friend before and so he wondered if it was supposed to feel like this, this constant need to be around the Sergeant, his head turning towards him whenever he appeared like Simon was a flower and Soap was sunshine made tangible and he couldn't stop.

And Soap noticed, of course he did, he wouldn't be one of the best of the best if he hadn't, and the Sergeant's got a mouth on him and so of course he asked and wondered and teased and pushed and Ghost pushed back because he couldn't resist any longer and he wanted to hear Soap say his name again, wanted to hear all the noises Soap could make until he couldn't anymore.

And it kept going. What used to be quickies in dark bathroom stalls started to become stolen moments behind walls, inside closets, inside empty offices. Started to last longer than just a quick thing for release, started to involve talk and laughter and Ghost's balaclava being lifted higher up his face each time until Simon was visible and Johnny would smile at him all soft and Simon could feel something in his chest shivering but there was no cold to be found inside Johnny's arms.

And the thing between them started growing from stolen moments in empty rooms to arranged meetings in one of their rooms at night, both of them thankful for Ghost's rank that allowed him for a bigger room and a private bathroom, and he was starting to be Simon instead of Ghost in those moments, the balaclava rarely on his face when it was just the two of them.

It was scary to be Simon after being Ghost for so long, it was difficult to find the balance when he had never needed to before, and it was terrifying to want to be Simon after so long of being a ghost, of being a thing of nightmares for people who didn't dream because they were dead, of being a weapon used for destruction. But Johnny always said he loved the bruises Simon left on him, and so perhaps it was going to be alright, if Johnny was there to show him how to be Simon, with a hand on his shoulder and a crinkled-eyed smile.

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I don't know how that happened, but this inspired me to actually write something xD

It turned out a bit longer (but not long enough as it would deserve) so I'm posting it on AO3.

Summary: One day Ghost gets assigned a sergeant who has very familiar scars on his face and Ghost struggles with the idea of having a soulmate

Because honestly.. with all the scars he has, would he even notice if he got any extra that he didn't get himself?

I think that the scars could show up on the soulmate's skin as scars already accompanied by sharp pain, which would then stay dull for however long the person would hurt, but yeah, I'd love to read it from Soap's POV when he is terrified out of his mind as the pain starts (as never stops..hehe) as he can't do anything about it.

Read here

I think in reality it would be more complicated as Price (and probably even Shephard) would recognise the scars and Price would kick Ghost under the table anytime the topic of soulmates came up in a discussion

Pretty sure this has been done before, but I’m thinking about those AUs where soulmates share scars, and Soap who is scarred to absolute hell and back because of what Ghost went through in Mexico. They’re distinctive, to say the least, and Ghost keeps his mask on no matter what—because the second he locked eyes with his new sergeant and saw that damning half Glasgow smile, he knew. And he knew Soap would be angry if he saw that Ghost was the reason he looked like that, too.

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Important PSA:

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I know I’m usually just a star wars blog, but I have to reblog this, it’s so true.. 

I want to be able to experience all the emotions and not hold back in fear my outburst would then make people biased towards trans people. It takes so much energy always controlling every aspect of my presentation I barely have any energy left for actually enjoying my life.

It’s similar to language - if native speaker (purposely) makes a mistake in spelling = funny joke, if someone else says the same thing = ooohhh! You made a mistake!!!! You are sooo stupid!!!!

If a man gets angry = “it’s such a manly emotion! Look at this normal male behaviour!”

If a transman gets angry = “What is wrong with you??? Taking the wrong hormones, or what, you loser? So ungrateful!!”

the inherent horor of being trans is knowing you are the single touchstone a cis person will probably ever have

im reminded of when i went to sit my philosophy exam and had an ex-officer as an invidulator. he asked me if i was trans, something i had no obligation to answer. but if i didnt, i would be cagey. i would now paint an image of all trans people being rude in his mind, so i said yes

that invidulator asked me why, as a trans student, i should have my rights respected if there are so few of us

and instead of rightfully getting pissed off, i had to remember that i am currently representing a community of millions to a single man in a room with just the two of us in it. i could be the deciding factor on how he conducts behaviour with trans people in the future. what if he gets called to invidulate again in 20 years time and has another trans student? what if he remembers the one he met before, and instantly assumes he knows our community?

so i explained to him why i should have rights. and i used my words carefully, because if i slip up even once i have now put a trans person in danger, because he has made a choice based on me

trans people dont get to be angry. cis people always joke about how we demand a space, or we demand the right name, or we demand they bow down to us

think very carefully, did that trans woman demand that you use the right name, or did she correct you? did that trans man hold you at gunpoint, demanding you let him piss in public, or did he look like he wanted to use the disabled toilet to avoid bothering you all together. did the nonbinary trans person have you on your knees begging for forgiveness, or did they ask nicely for you to be mindful of their pronouns?

the transphobic narrative is one of victimhood, meanwhile if i even use the wrong tone cis people will act as a child does, and they will demand that the next trans person they meet apologise

every trans person you meet is aware of this too. we’re all very tuned into the fact that we are ambassadors, and that we never asked to be that. i dont want to have to very carefully consider ‘will a curt answer mean someome later dies’, but every day of my life i do

and cis people need to know that. to be trans is to literally walk on constant eggshells of cis fragility. its why when we see a new trans celebrity we have to desperately hope they dont do stupid fucking shit like caitlyn jenner did. because now everyone thinks trans women are like her. because now negotiations for our right to exist unmolested have gone back another 20 years

and tbh, cis people are pathetically weak. a trans person asked you to use the right name? that did not happen in a vacuum. that trans person has met 50-60 cis people today who refused

and guess what? we get tired too

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STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS | 4.06 Nomad Droids

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Clone Wars Obi-wan/Cody & Anakin/Rex Armor Swap

Cody - Part 1

Rex - Part 2

Obi-wan - Part 3

Anakin - Part 4

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Ahsoka Tano in Star Wars: The Clone Wars Final Season Trailer

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I honestly thought there was no way they could ruin Darth Maul even more. And here we go again. 

He was the best and the most badass villain of my childhood. What is he now? A Shakespearian character who has an hour long monologues and probably doesn’t even remember how to fight properly.

But at least Ahsoka is going to be great..

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