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Royal / Ro | they/them | Prince of hEcK
over 25y/o, still freaking out about it

multifandom nerd living in multishipper hell
buried in a pile of plot bunnies

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I AM MAKING PROGRESS. I HAVE PROOF.
[ hw 'verse / mpreg week ]
a screenshot of white text on a deep gray background two blockquoted segments. first blockquote 04.03.20 - 6 months Your eyes are starting to get more colour. They were that grey-blue that many are born with, but the grey seems to be fading out. I was worried for a little while that you might inherit eyes like mine - looked it up once, heterochromia can be genetic. Thought maybe even if they weren't entirely different, you could still end up with having a segment of different colour. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but I've always hated the extra attention. Think it's safe to say that won't be the case. Seems you're likely to have blue eyes like his ['like his' is crossed out] Your puppy eyes are already powerful enough, we'll be hopeless to resist you now. end of blockquote. second blockquote 21.05.20 - 9 months (nearly) You've been babbling for a while now. It's all nonsense baby gibberish. Awful cute though. Nik and Price will sit there giving you undivided attention while you ramble about whatever it is you think you're saying. Look like a group of gossiping old ladies, the lot of you. But I think you might actually be catching words now. Earlier I came in from the garden, you were in conversation with Price but stopped when you saw me. And when he asked "Who's that then?" (And I've never understood the point of asking children obvious questions but I think I get it now), with the biggest grin you yelled "Pa!" and then proceeded to cackle like a little demon. I've been hearing it all day since. It's a tad annoying but at the same time ridiculously endearing, so I don't really mind. I think we all better start watching what we say around you, or the next thing we know you'll be crawling around shouting expletives. end of blockquote. /End alt text.
November 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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When u pouting bc grandma* went to the store and left u alone with This Guy.** Don't like This Guy. They're not grandma.
November 30, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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November 29, 2025 at 4:20 AM
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might I present you with :
November 21, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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little late, but chapters 3 & 4 of my #MWMpregWeek2025 fic
Second Trimester yippee! \o/
@mwmpregweek25.bsky.social

↓ Day 3 - First kicks | Day 4 - Crazy Gender Reveals ↓
archiveofourown.org/works/737627...
November 21, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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I honestly don't know what to say lol
I hadn't planned on joining #MWMpregWeek2025 but then an idea came to me and I had to do it so here we are
@mwmpregweek25.bsky.social

↓ Day 1's prompt: Positive Tests ↓
archiveofourown.org/works/73762711
November 17, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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it's #snippetsaturday yippee \o/
more meddling 'verse because yes.

No Soap this time, but remember Iona's little tiff with Ghost?
Actions have consequences.

⚠ CW! - implied/referenced past child abuse

#Ghoap #09Ghoap
a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background His reflection stares back at him, and on his left cheek, just below the bone, sits a palm sized, purpled bruise. It's not deep, will likely start yellowing by tomorrow, but it stands out against the stark white lines of scar tissue. Unsettled, Ghost looks away, ends up staring at the white-knuckled grip he has on the vanity. He hates this, bruising like a peach; it makes him feel delicate, frail. His skin used to be thicker, before everything. Even wearing the gaiter, it'll still be partially visible, and Ghost really isn't looking forward to that conversation. Christ, it feels like he's nine again, hoping his teacher won't ask any questions. (Dropped a glass, mouthed off. Two stitches in his lip. Told her,"S'nothin, Mrs Williams, I fell off my bicycle yesterday s'all." ) /End alt text. a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background Resigned, he quietly slips back down the hall and into the bedroom. It's just his luck that Roach is already awake. He looks up as Ghost shuts the door behind himself. "Hey, do y- What-" he's immediately on his feet and standing in front of Ghost. With a gentle hand on his chin, Roach directs him to turn his head so he can inspect the bruise. "Someone hit you." It's not a question, so Ghost says nothing. He gently pushes Roach's arm away, moving around him. Naturally, Roach isn't about to drop the matter, "Who?" "Roach, s'nothin," he digs his e-reader out of his bag, sitting on his bed and propped against the wall. "Don't worry about it." "Ghost-" he's interrupted by a light knock, followed by Lorna's voice. "If ye lads are up, Neil's makin breakfast," she informs from the other side of the door. /End alt text
November 16, 2025 at 4:58 AM
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Veteran AU - #ghoap
thought I'd share a bit more from this 'verse :3

context:
Soap's in hospital; his sister has there constantly, and thus Ghost, her best friend, is there too. Elspeth stepped out, so it's the perfect time for Soap to begin his interrogation.
a snippet from ellipsus, pale green text on a deep dark green background Eyes narrowing, John hasn't yet given up on… whatever this is meant to be. "Yer no good enough for her, ye ken?" He can't help but laugh, "Like to see you try to tell 'er that." When that doesn't seem to appease John at all, Simon adds, "It's not what you're thinkin mate, we're just friends." The man snorts dismissively, "Tha's a load o shite." "S'not though," he shrugs, "Ellie's my best friend- and not just because she's the only person I willingly talk to–" "Like I'm 'spose te jist believe tha?" Alright, Simon's had his fun, now this is getting annoying. "She's not my type, understand?" Apparently not. "The fuck does tha mean? Ye sayin she's n–" "MacTavish." The command in his tone shuts John up. All he does is blink at Simon like he's been stunned. "I'm gay, you fuckin dolt." /end alt text.
November 14, 2025 at 2:32 PM
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doin stuff n things, don't mind me 🎶
a screenshot of the AO3's New Work page, with three tag categories filled out Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley + Gary "Roach" Sanderson; John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish's Mother; Simon "Ghost" Riley; Gary "Roach" Sanderson; John "Soap" MacTavish; John "Soap" MacTavish's Family Additional Tags: Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009); Alternate Universe; Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Military Veteran John "Soap" MacTavish; Disabled John "Soap" MacTavish; John "Soap" MacTavish Has an Accent; (As do all his family members); Protective Simon "Ghost" Riley; Secretive Simon "Ghost" Riley; Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Heterochromia; Protective Gary "Roach" Sanderson; Selectively Mute Gary "Roach" Sanderson; Gary "Roach" Sanderson Uses Sign Language; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD; Everyone Has Issues; Body Dysphoria; Family Dynamics; Other Additional Tags to Be Added /end Alt Text.
November 13, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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back on my meme shit \o/
𝖽̶𝗈̶𝗇̶𝗍̶ 𝖺̶𝗌̶𝗄̶ 𝗁̶𝗈̶𝗐̶ 𝗅̶𝗈̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ 𝗍̶𝗁̶𝗂̶𝗌̶ 𝗍̶𝗈̶𝗈̶𝗄̶

#cod #codmw #mw2
A variant of the 'Alternative Responses to "I Love You"' meme there are pictures of individual characters each with a response assigned to them from left to right, top to bottom- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - "Thanks" John "Soap" MacTavish - *laughs nervously* Kate Laswell - "I'm sorry" Phillip Graves - "Who doesn't?" Simon "Ghost" Riley - "A horrible decision really" John Price - *laughs hysterically* Alex Keller - *finger guns* Nikolai - "I know" Farah Karim - "why?" Alejandro Vargas - "I love me too" Valeria Garza - "if only there was someone out there who loved you" /end alt text
November 13, 2025 at 3:25 AM
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MV for #wipwednesday again

are... are Roach and Soap... /bonding?!/
Someone's bound to have capital-f Feelings about that.

#Ghoap #09Ghoap
a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background Roach takes the bait, {What kind of name is Soap?} John snorts, "S'no like I chose it for maself, believe me." {I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?} "Why yer called Roach, ye mean?" the alpha asks, considering it for a moment. "Awright. When I was still a private, got dounright pisht one night, an missed drills in the morn 'cause o it. Lieutenant had me runin 'round base doin chores. Shoudna mess aboot with a washer when yer tha hungover- I didnae notice I added too much detergent." Roach's eyes widen, and John chuckles, "Aye, suds up te the ceiling. Lads took te callin' me Soap after tha." The story's so ridiculous it has Roach snickering so much he's struggling to breath. Poor Bonnie is sniffing at him, poking him with her cold nose like she's trying to figure out if he's dying. /end alt text a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background "Um. Tonight. At dinner," Roach hesitates, "…he was there." It's involuntary - a knee-jerk reaction - the way he's suddenly hyper-aware and braced for a fight. Ghost swallows back the growl that rises in his throat, taking a few breaths to calm himself. Overreacting never helps anything. Roach is with him, safe, and clearly not in any sort of distress. Clearing his throat, Ghost seeks clarification, "And he didn't- You said he was alright?" "Yeah- I mean, alright like… I dunno, nice?" Roach pauses, then, "He was still kinda snippy, but not at me. Oh! He didn't even ask, either! About- I mean about my… me, board, yeah." "Eloquently put, bug," Ghost can't help but tease, chuckling when he's playfully shoved. "Shut your face," Roach gripes, smothering his amusement. There's a small moment of silence, then he sighs, "I think… think Alpha was right, 'nd he just… needs help?" /end alt text
November 12, 2025 at 9:02 PM
r0mantics.bsky.social
HW Verse once again for #snippetsaturday :3

that weird moment when you meet your alley hookup from two weeks ago at a park while he's chaperoning some tweens
(and you only knew him as Riley which is apparently his last name)

#ghoap #09ghoap
snippet from Ellipsus, white text on a gradient rainbow background Unimpressed with his commentary, the dog simply huffed. He was reeling back to throw when something caught Whisky's attention and she let out an excited whinge. Following her line of sight, Soap laughed, "No wonder yer so excited, been ages since ye've seen another pup, hmm?" A group of three had just entered the park, a young Golden Retriever bouncing along beside them. When Whisky whinged again, the puppy noticed her, nearly pulling the girl holding the leash off her feet. "Honey! We've talked about this," the girl, a small blonde teen, scolded the pup, "Just because you want to be friends with every dog doesn't mean every dog wants to be friends with you!" Looking down at his own dog, Soap nodded, "She has a point." He was pointedly ignored. Another voice called out, "Ello! Is your dog alright with others?" Turning, Soap grinned at the boy. (Also blond, likely the same age as the girl.) /end alt text snippet from Ellipsus, white text on a gradient rainbow background "Thank you!" The girl smiled, finally allowing the puppy to come closer. There was a moment of silence, everyone watching the dogs as they inspected one-another. "Oh! My name is Beth, and this is Honey, she's just turned six months." "She's pure bonnie," Soap smiled, "I'm John, an' tha's Whisky. She's aboot a year and a half, I think." It was amusing to see her interact with Honey, laying down and nipping playfully at the younger pup's paws. "I'm Tom. Tom Riley." the boy piped up, holding out a hand for Soap to shake. Polite lad. "The giant there's my brother, Simon." Right, there was a third - though he was hanging back, watching the younger two from a short distance. Sunglasses hid his eyes, but with short sleeves, Soap had no doubt. Simon Riley. /End alt text
November 9, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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Yeah, she can be really photogenic or a major deep, there's no in-between lol

Was hunting down a baby picture for you! I thought she might grow into those Dumbo ears but they grew with her xD
November 8, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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She's a menace I tell you
November 8, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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Behold, My WEINER
(technically she's only a half weiner but shhhh)

Her name is Juno, 6½ years old
Dachshund/Chihuahua
My smol weiner <3
November 8, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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AHAHA YES
November 8, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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couldn't decide on what to share for #wipwednesday

Homewrecker verse; here's Soap feeling schmoopy

have this saved as "Moment before disaster"
for reasons :D

#ghoap #09ghoap
snippet from Ellipsus, white text on a gradient rainbow background He finds his lover sitting outside, watching Whisky romp around the yard. The sight actually stops him in his tracks and Soap wishes he had the time or patience to paint this moment. Simon, relaxed on the bench swing with his cuppa in hand and an amused smile playing at his lips. It's been unseasonably warm lately, which is something all three of them can appreciate. Like this, Simon looks so soft and content. He looks happy. The idyllic scene is almost enough to make Soap forget his worries. /End alt text
November 5, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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well that got heavy :)

no one asked, but here's my math of Ghost & Soap's night thus far
Soap's been alive (again) for about eight hours; Ghost's been driving for at least six (and who knows if he even slept before that)
the lads need a nap honestly
a screenshot of white text on a near-black background A list formatted as bullet points Makarov kills Soap 21 Nov, 2024 Soap revives 24 Nov, 2024; calls Price around 1930 hours Ghost informed around 2000 hours; needs time for getting himself and stuff for Soap ready Ghost drives from Manchester to Glasgow; approximately 4 hours Soap being transferred takes about fifteen minutes let's say, so they're leaving Glasgow around 0020 hours Ghost drives from Glasgow takes a detour through Dumfries then goes down to Annan; approximately 2hrs (total) Soap needs some time to dress, which should be factored in Ghoap start their conversation around 0240 hours /End alt text
November 3, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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Meddling verse once again; back to Roach POV!
Johnny boy suddenly seems to be showing an interest in the omegas Mam brought home

snips happen in this order, but aren't consecutive like the previous

#Ghoap #09Ghoap #snippetsaturday (yes i know it's sunday shhh)
Iona bristles further when the young girl wanders over to Roach's side. "Whit happent te yer face?" she asks, green eyes big and curious. Before any of the adults can say anything, Roach writes his reply, showing it to her with a grin. {Fought a dragon.} The next several minutes are spent with Aurora ("Ye can caw me Rory, aw ma friends do!") sitting beside him as he relays the tale. Roach used to baulk when anyone - especially children - asked about his scarring, because it's not like he could tell them the truth. The dragon story is something Ghost had helped him come up with during the first few weeks at the Omega House. It's changed over time, becoming more and more ridiculous as they embellished it. Having to use his little whiteboard is painfully slow, and he wishes Ghost were here to interpret instead. Then again, with the way Iona keeps eyeing Roach, maybe it's for the best that he's not. /end alt text. a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background While Neil fetches a plate for him, John glances between his mother and Roach, "Where's the other one?" "Ghost wisna feelin up fer meetin awbudy jist yet," Lorna replies neutrally. John's nose wrinkles, "Whit kind of name is Ghost?" With a small snicker, Roach unintentionally draws attention to himself, the alpha's brow arching, "And ye, whit's yer name then?" So much for not having to use his board during supper. Neil returns, setting John's serving in front of him, as Roach finishes writing. He turns the board for John to see, {I'm called Roach.} The suspicious way John eyes him makes Roach want to squirm, but he simply sets his whiteboard aside and resumes eating. Thankfully, the alpha says nothing, turning instead to his own meal. The rest of supper passes without incident - mostly. Blair does throw some peas at one point, but that's normal for toddlers, really. Made the dogs pretty happy at least. /end alt text a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background {What do you want to know?} The alpha considers him for a moment, "How old are ye?" Reasonable enough. {Almost 30.} "An yer friend? How old's he?" Narrowing his eyes, Roach keeps his reply short, {Older than me.} If this guy is hoping he'll spill some secrets, he's dead wrong - especially when it comes to Ghost. "Peculiar bloke," John remarks, "What's his deal with the-" he motions to the lower half of his face, "He fight a dragon, too?" {Ask him.} Gritting his teeth, Roach waits for him to get a hint. "Much rather talk to ye," the man smirks, "Ye seem better at conversation, an much prettier, too." The flirtation makes Roach freeze, discomfort and unease roiling in his stomach. /end alt text
November 2, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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Meddling 'verse for wip wednesday

#Ghoap finally meet and it goes... uh... 😬

cw for John being a dickhead, and Ghost being treated like a villain

#09Ghoap #wipwednesday
a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background "Stand down, Alpha," Ghost says lowly, quiet enough he's sure only John can hear him, "Scaring your family isn't the way to get answers." "I dinnae want ye here." There's less than a foot between them now. "That's not your decision to make." "Ye so desperate tha ye hoore oot yer little friend?" "Thats. Enough." Ghost growls with no small amount of agitation. "S'what he's here fer, aye?" There's a cruel glint in his eye that Ghost finds uncomfortably familiar. "Stress relief." If he makes one more fucking comment like that about Roach… "Think he'd catch on the first go? Maw would lo-" Snarling, Ghost swiftly pulls the bastard's leg out from under him and lays him out flat. "I said enough." /end alt text. a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background "The feck are ye thinkin?!" Someone shouts, shoving him aside to reach John. "What kind o wanker beats on a crippled man?! Ye tryin te kill him?! He's got a brain injury for fecks sake!" If I wanted to kill him, Ghost thinks, He'd be dead. Knowing there's nothing he can say to excuse his actions, Ghost moves away from Iona and her brother. Neil and Blair are nowhere to be seen, likely already retreated to the house, and Mrs MacTavish is guiding a shaking Roach that way. Part of him hopes she'll keep him when she brings Ghost back, but another part worries Roach wouldn't be safe with John around. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ghost observes as Iona helps John to his feet. Once he's upright, he bats her hands away - much to her frustration - and starts toward his cottage, limp far more pronounced. Both he and Iona watch the Alpha until he disappears inside. /end alt text. a snippet from ellipsus, off-white text on a deep red-brown background The woman then turns irate blue eyes on him, and Ghost knows what's going to happen as soon as she starts stalking towards him. Though he sees it coming, the slap is harder than expected, knocking the sunglasses off his face. It doesn't hurt, but the phantom pain it ignites is significantly less than pleasant. "Ye arenae welcome in ma home, ye hear me Ghost?" Her words are underlined by the alpha growl in her tone. "Maw and Da can have ye, but ye stay the feck away from ma Match and ma bairns and ma brother." Staring him down, she doesn't move until he nods in acknowledgement. As she storms away, he's left alone in the middle of the yard. /end alt text.
October 29, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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here's the flowers I had lined up for that character
because uhhh
>:3c
evil.
October 28, 2025 at 1:51 AM
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I FOUND MY NOTES
October 28, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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I'm gonna pretend snippet saturday is a thing that I totally didn't just make up, so here
#ghoap #09ghoap

Soap sucks at flirting, but in his defense-
yeah I got nothin
snippet from Ellipsus, white text on a gradient rainbow background "I'd ask if ye come here often, but the barman seems familiar with ye, so I'm sure I already ken." "S' a shit line anyway," the stranger replies dryly - and bleedin christ, his voice. Pitched low, a soft sort of husky, and Soap's damn mind is already wondering what he'd sound like– "S'pose it's a good thing I didn't use it then, aye?" Soap grins, leaning on the table. The other man lightly scoffs, mimicking Soap by resting his - bloody fucking gorgeous - forearms on the table and leaning forward, "Look mate, if there's somethin you want, just say it. I've no patience for games." The tone of that voice goes straight to Soap's cock, which is entirely unhelpful when he's having a moral crisis. The stranger's shift forward pulled his hood back while bringing him far enough out of the shadows that his face is more visible. There's no doubt he's attractive, which really isn't fucking helpful at the moment. "Wait-" Soap shakes his head, willing his dick to behave. /end alt text snippet from Ellipsus, white text on a gradient rainbow background "Hold on, are ye even old enough te be in here?" The lad looks like a bloody teenager, and Soap may not be a moral man but even he has lines he won't cross. He expects defiance, for the kid to argue in offence - Soap would have when he was that age. Instead, he lets out an amused huff, "Wouldn't be sittin 'ere if I wasn't." "Don't believe tha, Alejandro seems te be fond of ye, no doubt easily swayed, aye?" "True enough," the slightest smile quirks his lips, "but the same can't be said of his husband." Curious, Soap raises a brow, "Sounds like there's a story there." "Might be," the lad replies, standing - Christ he's taller than expected, "Need a smoke." He brushes past Soap, breath hot against his neck when he adds, "You're welcome to join me." Before he can get his brain back online, before he can talk himself out of it, Soap's following him out.
October 25, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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Cat :3
October 24, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Behold!

Cat :3
October 24, 2025 at 2:34 PM