#cryptid soap

[catandravendesigns]

Happy launch weekend! Time for cryptid soaps!

[hurrraaid]

When tumblr has to get the 1/8th of a picture crop to meet guidelines 🤣

[thirstykateyes]

I couldn’t help but wanna draw @hurrraaid ‘s cryptid hunter au because it’s just so much fun!! So I hope this isn’t too bad! (I drew this forever ago and just haven’t posted it here yet adfgh)

[cryptid-stuff]

Been very hyperfixated on CoD... so forgive me for ghoap art ..

-click for better quality!-

[amazeingartist]

The Cryptid Couple

old doodles I cleaned up a bit

it is wild that military propaganda has made me ship the Loch Ness Monster with Mothman, like I know being a CoD fanartist wasn’t on the bingo card like. at all so this certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen lmao (not that I’m complaining, I’m having a blast)

[snootlestheangel]

A couple little things for the cryptid hunter au with cryptid!ghost @@stuffireadandenjoy

Soap: *a researcher who basically grew up in a forest and spends every free moment in the woods*

Ghost: *the literal cryptid that is tied to the woods*

Gaz, struggling to keep up with them: Fucking slow down! Some of us are fucking normal!!

Gaz is the one to notice Ghost isn't quite human. Everyone else thinks Ghost is just autistic but Gaz is like "nah he's something pretending to be human and doing a rather awful job at it"

Ghost's full cryptid form has more animalistic personality traits. He still remembers everything in both forms. Because of this, his cryptid form recognizes Soap as Johnny! but forgets it's a massive scary ass creature that isn't supposed to be showing itself to people. So now Soap has to convince everyone that he's not crazy, that the forest guardian is actually very friendly and loves Doritos.

Which this also means Soap is feeding the weird cryptid all sorts of snacks as a part of "research".

Now picture big scary skull face black leathery skinned deer spitting out a sour gummy worm Soap fed him and hissing because BAD

John "I'm nae leaving yeh behind" MacTavish and Simon "Go, I will follow" Riley

[disastercyborgecho]

Soap / Ghost Actor AU

I just saw @meowmeowriley 's post about an Actor AU for Soap and Ghost and it was so fantastic that I had to make this :3

[Basically, Ghost is a 'faceless' actor who always appears in heavy makeup, prosthetics, etc. so no one really knows what he actually looks like, and Soap ends up being his coworker on set]

This is just a silly quick drawing, but I hope to do more in the future!

PLEASE READ THE WRITING THAT INSPIRED THIS HERE !!!!!

[thatoneautisticshark]

Tiny bit of context, an excerpt from a much older fic I wrote, and kinda abandoned. Soaps home was compromised so he is staying at Ghosts house.

Its really old, and back from when I was basically obsessed with getting it all so so perfect that I ended up repeating shit over and over, it's repetitive as shit lol. Be nice :3

Soap lingered on the couch a moment longer, his fingers absently scratching behind Tea’s ears while his eyes wandered toward the kitchen.

Ghost had been uncharacteristically quiet, busying himself with unpacking the bags he’d brought in, but Soap’s curiosity was gnawing at him. What exactly did the man buy?

He carefully shifted Tea off his lap, earning a mildly annoyed chirp from the cat, before padding over to the kitchen. “So, what’d you get? Need a hand, or are you one o’ those ‘I can do it all myself’ types?”

Ghost didn’t look up, his movements precise as he pulled out item after item, arranging them into unnervingly neat rows on the counter. “I’ve got it,” he said flatly, but Soap wasn’t deterred.

Instead, he leaned over Ghost’s shoulder, squinting at the spread. His first observation: there were multiples of everything.Soap’s eyes wandered around the kitchen as he carefully inspected the groceries Ghost had brought home.

At first glance, the sheer quantity of some of the items was enough to make him blink in disbelief.

There were apples. So many apples . It was like Ghost had raided the entire produce section. Soap had no idea what someone needed with that many apples. Did Ghost have a secret apple addiction? Was he planning on making cider? Maybe he was going to bake an entire orchard’s worth of pies.

Soap had no clue, but whatever the reason, the sight of the apples was almost comical.He moved past the fruit and his eyes landed on the pasta. The pasta . There was a mountain of it. Every kind of shape you could imagine—spaghetti, fusilli, penne.

Soap could’ve sworn Ghost was trying to single-handedly boost Italy’s economy by buying every pasta packet in sight. It was almost impressive in its own way, how much pasta one person could stockpile. Soap couldn't imagine ever needing that much pasta unless Ghost was secretly preparing for the end of the world and intended to live off carbs for eternity.

Then there were the tea bags. Two hundred of them, neatly stacked and taking up half a shelf. Two hundred . Soap stared at them for a moment, eyebrows raising. That was an absurd amount of tea.

He leaned closer to the pile, inspecting the labels. Yep . Ghost wasn’t messing around. That was a serious commitment to tea-drinking. Was this how he survived his days? Had he been hoarding tea for years, preparing for a world where tea was a scarce resource?

Soap let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Bloody hell, mate,” he muttered, still fixated on the massive stockpile of tea. “Two hundred. Are you trying to brew your way through the next decade or something?”

He snorted under his breath, the thought making him smile to himself. I mean, I can’t really judge, can I?He paused, thinking over his on habits back home. His cupboards were, to be fair, not much better

. He might not have the tea situation figured out, but Soap had fifty— yes, fifty —packets of mac and cheese stuffed away in his kitchen, all neatly stacked in a corner like a shrine to convenience. He didn’t even remember how they got there, but one day he’d been hungry, saw them on sale, and well—one packet turned into fifty.

What was he supposed to do? Let the deal slip through his fingers? Hell no , Soap wasn’t that stupid. But still, fifty packets of mac and cheese? That was more than a reasonable person could ever need.

But then again, Soap mused, running a hand through his hair, Ghost has his own thing going on. His pantry wasn’t filled with instant meals or emergency snacks. Instead, there were actual staples: bread, cheese, spreads. The kind of foods that suggested Ghost was an adult with, at the very least, some semblance of a balanced diet.

Except, then there were the lemons. So many lemons . They were stacked in a precarious little pyramid, sitting there like some sort of citrus army, waiting to invade the kitchen.

Soap narrowed his eyes at the pile, leaning in a bit closer. What exactly does one do with that many lemons?He had his suspicions—Ghost had a reputation for being a bit of a mystery, and maybe he liked to keep a few tricks up his sleeve.

But Soap couldn’t help himself; the sight of those lemons was just too ridiculous to ignore. He chuckled under his breath, giving the lemons a side-eye. “Lemons,” he muttered, half to himself. “You planning on making a bloody lemon grove, Ghost?”

The more Soap thought about it, the more it made sense, in a weird, unexplainable way. Ghost didn’t exactly seem like the type to go out for a takeaway meal or rely on ready-to-eat meals.

No, Ghost probably preferred simple, wholesome ingredients. And hell , Soap couldn’t fault him for that. It wasn’t like he was about to judge someone for having healthy, nutritious food when his own cupboard was stocked to the brim with artificial cheese powder.

At least Ghost wasn’t buying frozen pizzas or stacks of instant ramen. No, he had real food—if you counted lemons and two hundred bags of tea as “real” food.

Soap gave a small shrug, trying not to be too critical. Ghost’s pantry might be... well, a little eccentric, but who was he to talk? He wasn’t exactly the poster child for healthy eating either.

Besides, this was Ghost. If there was one thing Soap had learned about the man, it was that his quirks were a part of the whole package. And Soap wasn’t about to start criticizing now—especially when Ghost was letting him snoop around and see just how strange the man’s grocery habits were.With another glance at the lemons, Soap let out a breath and gave up.

Maybe someday he’ll explain all this —but for now, Soap just had to accept it. The guy might live off apples, pasta, tea, and lemons, but it worked for him. And if it worked for Ghost, then Soap wasn’t about to say a word.

Not when his own food habits were probably just as ridiculous.Soap leaned back against the counter, his gaze lingering on the pile of lemons for a moment longer than necessary.

He couldn’t help it. The sight of them, all stacked up like little yellow soldiers, was too much. He glanced over at Ghost, who was now rifling through a bag, probably pulling out more of the strange assortment of groceries he’d bought.

Soap cleared his throat, the words bubbling up before he could stop them.“Oi,” he began, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “What’s with the lemons, then?”

Ghost paused, turning his head slowly to look at him, the silence hanging between them for a long beat.Soap’s eyes widened as Ghost stared at him for a long, uncomfortable minute.

There was something about the intensity of the gaze that made him feel a little too exposed. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, but Soap didn’t break eye contact.

He couldn’t. Ghost was making him wait for something—some kind of answer or reaction—but Soap had no idea what.Then, without a word, Ghost reached for one of the lemons, grabbed it with a steady hand, and before Soap could even process what was happening, he saw Ghost roll his mask up just enough to expose his mouth.

And then, without hesitation, he took a bite out of the lemon.The whole thing. Skin, pith, juice—it was all in there.

Ghost chewed slowly, still holding Soap’s gaze, and Soap swore his brain short-circuited for a second. The sourness had to be overwhelming, yet Ghost looked completely unfazed, like it was nothing. The kind of calm, casual confidence that only Ghost could pull off.

Soap couldn’t help it. His mouth dropped open slightly, eyes flicking between the lemon in Ghost’s hand and his unblinking stare.“Wait. What. The—” Soap’s voice cracked for a split second as he stared at Ghost, who, to his absolute horror, was chewing the lemon as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

He blinked rapidly, mouth agape. Ghost’s eyes didn’t leave his for even a second, and Soap felt his heart rate pick up as the sourness of the situation seemed to seep into his very bones. “You’re... eating it?” Soap's voice was higher-pitched than usual, an involuntary mix of confusion and utter disbelief.

Ghost’s slow, deliberate chewing didn’t slow down for a second. The only thing he did was lift an eyebrow ever so slightly, still holding Soap’s gaze, as if daring him to say something.

Soap’s brain couldn’t keep up. “That’s... that’s not normal!” He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. "Who the hell eats a lemon like that?!"

Ghost chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed, still unfazed. He simply shrugged and, in his typical deadpan tone, said, “Lemons are useful.”

Soap's hands twitched, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure whether to run away or just melt into the floor. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” he muttered to himself, though he knew he was talking to Ghost—probably still waiting for an explanation that was never coming.

And then, to make it worse, Ghost just stared at him, his gaze cool, composed, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. And took another fucking bite.

Soap’s chest tightened, and his entire body froze for a moment, his mind completely blank. He watched in horror as Ghost chewed through the sour fruit like it was a snack, unfazed, completely casual about the whole thing.

Soap could feel his pulse in his ears, his hand instinctively reaching out for something to grip, though nothing seemed sturdy enough to hold his sanity together at that moment.

His mind was short-circuiting, desperately trying to process what he was witnessing. He had seen some odd things in his time—hell, he’d done some odd things himself—but this? This was beyond any reasonable explanation.

“Fucking Brits,” Soap muttered under his breath, his voice a mixture of exasperation and genuine panic, though his lips still curled into an incredulous grin. It was the only way he could react.

If he didn’t laugh, he might lose his mind. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he managed, staring wide-eyed at Ghost, hoping for some sort of answer.

Ghost didn’t flinch. He didn’t even break his gaze. He just kept chewing, slow and deliberate, as if the lemon was the most natural thing in the world.

Soap rubbed a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down, but all he could do was watch as Ghost took another bite.

Another bite .

Soap wasn’t sure whether to be amazed or absolutely terrified at the sheer audacity of it. His mind kept coming back to one terrifying question: What’s next? Would Ghost dip the lemon in salt? Maybe add a little hot sauce? Or, god forbid, pour himself a drink of straight vinegar?

He felt like he was losing his grip on reality, trapped in some bizarre fever dream where logic had taken a back seat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to make sense of it, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

QThere was nothing that could explain this insanity. Not even a "You’re a madman." Nothing could do it justice.

So, instead, he just sighed loudly, muttering another baffled “ Fucking Brits ,” as if that was the answer to the madness unfolding before him.

Ghost shrugged, nonchalantly finishing his bite of lemon, his cool demeanor never wavering. It was as if he couldn’t understand the chaos that was clearly unfolding in Soap’s mind.

Maybe that’s why he was so calm about it. Maybe he knew something Soap didn’t, like how to embrace the chaos without getting swallowed by it.

Soap, on the other hand, couldn’t take it anymore. He flopped back onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh, throwing his arm across his face in mock defeat. "You’re fucking impossible," he muttered, turning his head to glance at Ghost one last time.

Without warning, Soap shot him a middle finger, the gesture a mix of frustration and disbelief. Ghost didn’t react. He just kept munching on his lemon like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Soap, utterly drained from trying to make sense of everything, just let his head hit the back of the couch. “I can’t even,” he groaned, sinking deeper into the cushions.

Ghost had truly taken "living life on his own terms" to a new level, and Soap had no idea if he should be impressed or horrified.

[mikorsthings]

I made another drawing of Ghost. Idk I had to

Something like this sprung in my head so I made it. Not sure if this will stay the final version but yea

For u and ur great great story! @snootlestheangel <3

[ilikeyoualive]

Part 2 of the chapter 4 snippet. It's just dialogue since I haven't looked at this AU in a hot minute. If you're interested in more snippets or lore about the cryptid 141 AU, check out my Main Masterlist!

Warnings: Mentioned/Implied Cannibalism

Word Count: 318

Rule #4: Get Used to Weird Fucking Eating Habits.

"Whit's it taste like, Lt?" Soap asked, probably pushing his luck if the way that Ghost's gloved fingers flexed around his burger was any indication, but he was genuinely curious about Ghost's sense of taste.

"That's a fucked up question, MacTavish." (Ghost)

"Huh? Whit, no. Ah meant the burger." (Soap)

"You want to know what a burger tastes like to me?" (Ghost)

"Aye, sir." (Soap)

"It tastes dead." (Ghost)

"Aw, c'mon Lt, ye can do better than tha’." (Soap)

"My tastebuds don't register the condiments or the vegetables beyond the texture. Bread an’ cheese is the same." (Ghost)

"So ye only actually get any sort ae flavor from the meat?" (Soap)

"Affirmative." (Ghost)

"Then why don't ye eat the meat an' toss the rest?" (Soap)

"Wasteful." (Ghost)

"Hang on, if ye cannae taste shite, then how can ye compliment mah cookin’?" (Soap)

"I can taste spices on the meat if it's a dry rub or a marinade." (Ghost)

"So ye were ratin’ mah cookin’ based on the flavor ae the meat?" (Soap)

"Yes an’ no." (Ghost)

"Whit?" (Soap)

"I could taste the seasonin on the meat, yes. But I could also tell that the noodles were cooked an’ that the vegetables were soft because ov their texture." (Ghost)

"Now tha's interestin’." (Soap)

"Is it?" (Ghost)

"Seems that yer tastebuds work, but they're just picky." (Soap) "Bet ye had tae practice, 'cause if ye cannae taste, ye cannae differentiate good food from bad food unless ye teach yerself how.”

"Wasn't always like this, Johnny." (Ghost)

"So ye remember whit food tastes like?" (Soap)

"Sometimes." (Ghost)

"Fish 'n chips?" (Soap)

"What abou’ ‘em?" (Ghost)

"Do ye remember the taste?" (Soap)

"Negative." (Ghost)

"Scones then? Ye tea freaks love yer dry-ass treats." (Soap)

"Fuckin' ‘ell, Johnny." (Ghost)

"Wait, whit about tea? Why do ye still drink it?" (Soap)

"It smells good. It's warm. It's a habit from before." (Ghost)

"Huh." (Soap)

[thefrathousesystem]

This idea keeps bubbling in my brain and I wanna write it (thanks to @snootlestheangel for inspiring and motivating me to write this-) 141 Monster/Cryptid AU but with Ghost as just a human... or is he? I don't know the specifics of Snootles' headcanons for the 141 and what their species are, but uh, I hope they don't mind I come up with some species for them Captain John Price = Were-dragon OKAY HEAR ME OUT; Anywhere I look, John is either a Biblically Accurate Angel or a Wyvern hybrid but I personally like to view him as a were-dragon. I can imagine him with a few features of Draconic origin like a few scales along his back, his arms and his legs. Maybe some small horns but I'm not gonna follow the 'only transforms on full moons' troupe. Instead I think he can transform on command but his emotions are tied in with his transformation. He's gotta be in check of his own emotions to keep control of his transformation, but he isn't as destructive as he was back then. Yes he can breathe fire in any form. Fight me on this. --- Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick = I dunno yet, I'm caught between Shapeshifter, Wizard or Undead. If he was a shapeshifter, I keep thinking he'd become anything that anyone is scared of if they've pissed him off. Also may I interest you in; flattened hamster Gaz? Like y'know how some hamsters flatten when they're relaxed? I can imagine Gaz as a hamster, chilling on Soap's head. For the wizard idea, he'd be a firm believer in 'I don't care how small the room is, I cast fireball.' and he'd wear a store-bought wizard outfit to fuck with people. The undead part came to me cause I keep thinking of him yanking his arm off and chasing someone with it in his hand. Or his head getting tossed around like a ball. --- Sergeant John Soap MacTavish = Werewolf or Dullahan. I might go with Dullahan for him to be fair, the idea of a headless rider sitting upon a black horse seems fitting for him. (yes I know the Dullahan is strictly from Irish folklore but I couldn't find anything that'd fit Soap-) And the idea of Gaz and Soap being headless buds sounds fucking funny to me. I can imagine him in a suit of armor styled as a black knight, riding on a black horse of shadow, probably confusing the piss out of the enemy until he's fucking throwing bombs around while they're trying to understand why an armored headless man is here when it's the fucking modern era. --- König = Eldritch Horror (tentacles galore.) I will not explain myself. --- Kim Horangi Hong-jin = Weretiger or Kumiho (Nine-tailed Fox) Okay I might go with the Kumiho, I like that idea. --- Simon 'Ghost' Riley = Human? If I were to draw conclusions about Ghost's true nature, my mind keeps guessing Grim Reaper, a shadowy skeleton, and for some reason the ghost rider- Why? I don't fucking know. OR MAYBE HE COULD BE A HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE- I might keep the horseman of the apocalypse idea, he's just so good at disguising himself as human and emitting that cryptid energy that no one would guess if he's Death.

[hurrraaid]

Random doodles to get my hand back in practice

[old-man-hell]

have to say, my ability to draw a satisfactory griffen sanders varies from day to day, but whenever i draw jester it simply becomes Creachur Of Some Sort.

[rae-raes-world]

Casually just thinking of a cryptid au, where the witch readers moves out to a abandoned farm and unbeknownst to them, has become the new territory of a pack of monster men known as 141-

We have Drakon Price, Mothman Gaz, Werewolf Soap, symbiotic Ghost, shadow walker Roach, and lab experiments Alejandro&Rudy.

Would also like to mention Kor-Tac as a sort of "traveling" pack of cryptids where König is DEFINITELY a vampire-

[chezgeeksoaps]

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[snootlestheangel]

Since I have a moment, here's a lore building thing for the cryptid hunter au @stuffireadandenjoy

Ghost's cryptid form "hibernates" and "dies" along with most of the trees of the forest

He actually goes so far as decomposes like the leaves that fell from the trees.

He's reborn as a bigger version of himself every spring, leaving behind a skeleton every year.

So now think about Ghost trying to flirt with Soap by giving him bones from the various skeletons he's had over the decades he's existed.

The first one he gives is a rib bone from his first skeleton, and he just claims it's a normal rib from an adult deer, and not in fact, his baby rib

Soap gets the gift all like "😍😍😍"

Alex is along the lines of "at least he's expressing interest in your interests, Soap."

Meanwhile Gaz is going "Mate what the FUCK?"