Oc In The Left Isn’t Mine

Low poly in enormous quotation marks 🥰

(Gonna try to optimise her poly count a little bit, but I'm getting pulled away from my computer for the weekend...)

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Do you have more beast redemption AU crumbs? I love the concept so much, I want something, thank you 💜💜💖

Well…

I do have a headcanon where after The Beasts corrupted, their Soul Jams altered them to represent their beastly titles more literally. Shadow Milk Cookie gained an insatiable need to lie pretty much every time he opened his mouth. There was a period while he was sealed that he went completely nonverbal just to avoid being forced to cook up some bullshit to spit out. Of course The Beasts managed to coax him out of this state, but sometimes he still went quiet. Wanting a break from being so deceitful.

Mystic Flour Cookie got her emotions taken away from her. She couldn’t feel anything, and absolutely nothing could make her react to a single thing. It was like her emotions had just been straight up deleted. And any time she came even remotely close to feeling something, her Soul Jam reacted immediately. Smothering the emotion until it dissipated. Whether it be pain, joy, anger, fear, anything.

Burning Spice Cookie gained an urge for destruction. The more he satisfies it, the weaker it is. The less he satisfies it, the stronger it gets. So he didn’t have a great time in The Silver Tree. His need for destruction would almost completely take him over, he’d start clawing, biting, and throwing himself against any solid surface he could find. Damaging his own body in a desperate attempt to make the urge stop. Often resulting in Silent Salt and Shadow Milk outright restraining him so he doesn’t kill himself.

Silent Salt Cookie, on the other hand, had his vocal cords literally melted down. Nothing else, just his vocals. Rendering him permanently mute. It took him a long ass time to figure out how to communicate again now that he can’t talk. Though he didn’t speak up much before, now he couldn’t talk even if he wanted to. Eventually he came up with a system of silent gestures and pointing, basically an archaic version of sign language, but with his entire body instead of just the hands. Only the other Beasts understand what he says.

And finally, Eternal Sugar Cookie got put in a near perpetual state of exhaustion. Feeling way too tired to do much of anything. She spent her days lazily playing her harp to charm cookies into either washing and feeding her, or going away and leaving her in peace. She slept like eighteen hours a day, and only spent an hour or two on her feet. Max.

Basically, their Soul Jams tortured them

john price as a dad (part two) [ price ]

part one | part three

- Loves carrying his little boy around, only on rare occasions will you get to hold your son

- John just loves him so much and doesn’t want to let go

- Doesn’t cry when away, he’s more determined to return

- Looks like a fisherman, so your sat there beside John in matching camping chairs under a tent at the side of a lake or river holding your baby boy.

- As he gets older John buys him a little toy fishing rod

- Your son copies everything John does

- The way he starts to walk, a strut almost and also wants a hat like his dad’s

- So they’re on the street with matching hats… literally a mini genetic clone of the man

- Would have been content with his little boy but you do a test on a whim of a missed period

- It was negative so you shrugged it off, John was away and you couldn’t be pregnant.

- Then the labour pains started… later told you had what was called a ‘cryptic pregnancy’. You hadn’t had time to prepare, no names picked out or a nursery decorated.

- Your son with your close family, and John Price walks into the room, he’d returned that day and got the call from the hospital that you had been admitted

- He didn’t expect to see the sweet smile of another baby boy

- But the man didn’t think about the problems and unexpected, he just held another bundle of joy in his arms

- He has no intention of his sons going into the military. He doesn’t want that for them, no matter how talent they may be- they could always come back in a bodybag

- And he doesn’t know how he would react or cope to the news of one of his boys being KIA

- John doesn’t even want to think about it

- However, your eldest loves to tinker around… always dismantling his toys and trying to put them back together

- John is the one that breaks up their fights, “Oi, knuckleheads! Pack it in… before I get involved and you really don’t want that…”

- Your eldest was 4 and the youngest was 2 at the time of that incident- speaking to them like actual adults

- Reading to the boys calms him down, just adores being close to them both and making the most of his

- The youngest loves to mimic his older brother and so you have three John Prices in your house

- When the kids get tired, he’ll happily sling them on his shoulders

- A literal climbing frame, play wrestles the kids and hurts himself instead of them

- The team still doesn’t know he’s a dad, other than Ghost who sussed it out

- You will always find John Price asleep on the sofa with his either son leaning on his shoulders.

- Whether they’re watching the rugby on tv or a movie, you ALWAYS find them in that exact position

- Your now husband rarely ever cried but when it comes to your kids- it’s a weak spot

- If they’ve been in hospital or something, he’s a calmly put together wreck

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dad!Price

tried doing this in ZUN’s artstyle, the voices are getting louder…

entry for @sleepyconfusedpotato ‘s dtiys

im so bad at drawing flowers

*recruit recording Ghost from a distance*

Recruit: What's he doing here? I thought he was supposed to be on leave

Recruit, loudly: Hey, LT! What are you doing here?!

Ghost: I'M HERE FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT

Ghost, suddenly sprinting at them: DO YOU NEED A MOTHERFUCKING HUG!?

Recruit: *shrieks before dropping the camera*

John "Soap" MacTavish x fem Reader

Summary: Johnny found an abandoned Baby during a mission

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Warnings ⚠️: None maybe grammatical and spelling errors 😅

Little Bundle

The night was quiet in the makeshift base, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of soldiers moving about.

John "Soap" MacTavish had just returned from a particularly harrowing mission, one that had taken a surprising turn. Instead of the usual spoils of war, he had found a baby

—abandoned and alone in a crumbling building. It was a sight that tugged at his heartstrings, and against all odds, he had brought the child back with him.

“Price, I can’t just leave her there,” he had argued, his voice firm yet laced with an unusual softness. Captain John Price had raised an eyebrow but ultimately relented, knowing that once Soap had made up his mind, there was no changing it.

Now, as he sat in his quarters, the baby swaddled in a makeshift blanket, he felt a strange sense of pride. He had fed her, changed her, and even given her a quick bath in the sink. She was a tiny bundle of joy, and he was determined to take care of her. But as the hours passed, the initial confidence began to wane.

In the middle of the night, the baby’s cries pierced the silence, echoing off the walls of the small room. Soap’s heart raced as he tried to soothe her, rocking her gently in his arms. “C’mon, lass, it’s just a bit of noise, right?” he murmured, but the baby only cried louder. Panic set in as he realized he was in over his head.

With a messy mohawk and dark bags under his eyes, he stumbled out of his quarters, cradling the baby against his chest. He knocked on the door of Y/N’s sleeping quarters, desperation creeping into his voice. “Y/N! Open up, please!”

The door creaked open, revealing Y/N, her hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. “Soap? What’s going on?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

“I… I can’t get her to stop crying!” he blurted out, his Scottish accent thick with anxiety. “I fed her, changed her, even bathed her, but she just won’t settle!”

Y/N’s motherly instincts kicked in as she took a step back, allowing him to enter. “Let me see her,” she said, her voice calm and soothing. Soap handed over the baby, watching with wide eyes as Y/N expertly cradled the child. She gently patted the baby’s back, whispering soft words that seemed to calm the little one.

“Sometimes they just need to burp,” Y/N explained, her tone reassuring. After a few moments of gentle patting, the baby let out a small burp, followed by a contented sigh. Soap’s shoulders relaxed as he watched the transformation.

“See? Easy peasy,” Y/N said with a smile, and soon enough, the baby’s cries faded into soft coos, and then silence. Soap couldn’t help but grin, relief washing over him.

As they settled onto the bed, the baby nestled between them, Y/N and Soap exchanged whispers. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Soap said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, she is,” Y/N replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I never thought I’d see you like this, Soap. You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I’m not as bad as you thought,” he teased, nudging her playfully. “I mean, I’ve always been good with kids, right?”

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’ve always been a pain, but I guess you’re not entirely hopeless.”

As the night wore on, they found themselves drifting closer, the warmth of each other’s presence comforting. The baby slept soundly between them, a peaceful little angel in the midst of chaos. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and they both succumbed to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

In that quiet moment, amidst the chaos of their lives, they found a sense of peace—a bond forged not just in battle, but in the shared responsibility of caring for a tiny life. And as they slept, the baby’s soft breaths filled the room, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always room for love and hope.

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Hope you like this fanfic, let me know if you have a request, feel free to send it over.

hank