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First piece for MerMay! Based on mermaid art from the 1800s <3
#I hope you guys like this#it took me 3 days#also got me thinking about how this scene happened#mayhaps daniel is getting bullied#he gets thrown in the water and is saved by mer Johnny#iddkk#next mermaid art will have a pirate >:33#lawrusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#karate kid#cobra kai#art#teen lawrusso#mermay#mermay 2024#mermaid Johnny
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Mermaid AU anyone?
#Ghoap#ghostsoap art#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley x johnny soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#sergeant soap mactavish#lieutenant riley#mermaid au#call of duty fanart#call of duty mermaid Au#cod Au#call of duty mw2022#fanart#under the sea#mermaid#merman#my art#digital art#procreate
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I don't think you understand
The mer price fic is absolute perfection.
Like I'm talking a literal masterpiece
This fic will stay engraved in my brain forever. You're an absolutely amazing writer. Thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
anon, THANK you. i am actually thrilled to see other people enjoying mer Price and remora reader as much as i do. please please please let me brain dump more about Price taking remora reader back to his home reef to meet the rest of shark mer 141:
SOAP is enamored instantly because you're so fucking grabbable.
within moments of seeing you peek out from behind Price's tail, he darts around and snatches you up with greedy hands. you're so small!! so tiny and cute when you squirm. and you make noises.
he handles you like a toy until Price barks at him to cut it out. he does (and Price makes him promise not to be so rough with you; you're fragile, he claims) but Soap is incorrigible.
he follows you for days afterward. just obsessed. he loves chasing your silver tail as you dart around the reef, trying to hide from him. when he catches up to you, you have little choice but to give in and let him manhandle you. he certainly toes the line of whatever Price meant when he said no rough play, you little shit, i mean it.
he pushes the limits of your docile nature. when you do eventually reach the end of your patience and dart out of his hands just to get a break from his grabby claws, guess what? you've triggered his prey drive and he gives chase. he catches you, of course, and then before he can stop himself, he bites you.
your squeal brings Price out into the open instantly and Soap gets an earful again. he grins at you the whole time as you hide over Price's shoulder.
after that, Soap gets a little craftier about it. he eases up just enough to figure out exactly how playful (rough) he can be before you can't take any more. he learns how to stop just shy of making you shriek again. Price is aware, but he's a little too indulgent to stop it. he's happy to let Soap have his fun as long as he doesn't break you. you just have to suck it up. that indulgent nature is how you ended up with Price in the first place, after all.
goes without saying, but Soap is the first one to use you as a sex toy.
GHOST seems to take zero interest in you at first. you're not the sharpest urchin in the tide pool, are you? you can't be if you're here willingly. he figures you won't stick around long, and if you do, you won't stay intact.
you attempt to take up grooming his skin and tail and teeth as you do with the others. he moves away from you without a word, lashing his scarred tail to re-settle himself several feet away.
if you follow and try to groom him again, you earn a deep growl.
you dart off the moment he voices that rumbling displeasure. he notes your skittishness around him and uses it to make you leave him alone.
you, however, have a job to do. you won't be scared off that easily.
after he chases you off that way a few times, you begin to find him and simply sit near him. mirroring him. no big deal. instead of grooming him, you use the time to groom yourself. can't keep everyone else clean if you're grimy, after all.
he notices you and growls to warn you off again. you pretend not to hear.
he flicks his tail in irritation, considers cuffing you over the head to teach you a lesson, but you're too far away to reach without kicking his whole big self up into the water to move several feet. so he elects instead to turn over and ignore you. you keep this up for several days. you sit a little closer every time.
one day, you finish cleaning your own tail fin and casually begin to clean his. he growls. you pause. when he stops and does nothing further, you resume your work. he growls again, and you continue grooming him as if you don't hear him. he keeps growling, but once you begin to run your claws over a stubborn patch of skin to dislodge some stuck grit that's been bothering him, his growling fades into grumbling. and then silence. he lets you keep at it. victory.
this becomes a habit. you seek him out (never the other way around) and typically find him lazing on the floor of some cave or sunning in the reef's shallows. you set to work grooming him thoroughly. all business. he grumbles and growls occasionally when you move his arm or tug your fingers through his hair, but he never stops you.
one day, Soap comes looking for you and finds you in the middle of this little cleaning ritual. Soap nudges you away, insisting you instead let him chase you around the reef. but the moment your hands leave Ghost's rough skin and he hears you protest, he opens his eyes and snaps his teeth at Soap.
Soap pulls back (and so do you) until Ghost grasps your lil wrist and drags you back down wordlessly to where you were sitting and cleaning his shoulder.
Soap smirks at him. Ghost glares back.
"you got something to say, then say it."
"here i thought you were toleratin' it for her sake. seems i misjudged the situation."
"there is no situation."
"whatever you say."
Soap leaves with a flick of his tail. you're so pleased that, when you're finished grooming Ghost, you burrow yourself between his arms as he lays on his side. you nuzzle into his neck and bunt your head up against him, practically purring now that you know you've apparently won him over.
he grabs you, pretending to be disgruntled, but then instead of releasing you he crushes you against his chest again and settles in for a nap. no, you don't get to leave.
GAZ wonders what exactly is going on inside your head. it doesn't escape his notice that your """instincts""" seem to have you by the throat in this situation. but he suspects you're leaning a bit more into that whole brainless servant thing than you're letting on.
he's perfectly happy to let you groom him, flatter him, fetch him whatever baubles or snacks he'd like at the moment; he's perfectly polite to you, too. really likes it when you butter him up. tell him he's got the sharpest teeth and the strongest muscles and the fastest tail in the reef and he'll listen to you for hours, preening in the sunlight as you clean the grime off his fins.
plus, he praises you too, and you love that. that's why it takes you so long to notice he's watching you much more closely than anyone else is.
see, you've already disarmed Price. Soap sees you as a toy more than a fellow mer. Ghost cares more about finding the best places to lurk around than understanding the little mer that shares their reef now. it's fascinating--how you've successfully passed yourself off as a silly, stupid little fish. the more he watches you, analyzes you, the more he wonders what exactly you're getting out of this.
when you groom him each day, he asks you questions. casual ones. are you enjoying the reef? what games do you like to play? how fast can you swim? how many other mer have you met? are you eating enough? what's your favorite food?
it's enough to make you wary, but then, he seems harmless. you're honest with him. it pays off, because when you tell him how much you like the taste of those little brown seabirds that dip into the reef from time to time, you're shocked the next day to find one of those very seabirds sitting dead--neck cleanly snapped--just for you in the shallow alcove next to where Price sleeps (and you by extension).
you find Gaz that instant and insist it's too kind a gift; you can't accept it. what you can't tell him is that it's not a good idea for you to eat in front of them. you eat scraps, and you eat them where of them can see. that's the deal--obviously you do what you do for these four sharks in exchange for protection and ostensibly for food, but you need to avoid looking like you're taking more than your fair share. and to sharks, a species that is notoriously food-aggressive, your fair share must be vanishingly small.
he just smiles at you--so disarmingly that you flounder for a moment. somehow he convinces you to keep the kill.
he begins to turn up--looking amused but not surprised--when you steal scraps of food after the group has had its fill of a fresh kill. it makes you nervous for him to see you with food in hand (much less to watch you eat) but he scoffs at the idea of holding it against you.
at some point, he begins to bring you fresh meat himself. this is-- it's unacceptable. you're supposed to be the one working while he rests. he's not allowed to give you that kind of comfort. if you're not earning your keep, after all, you don't have a place here. you push his gifts away, busying yourself with some other task. he insists. you decline.
"you're refusing me?" he asks, feigning surprise. "i thought that went against your instincts."
you fluster, ruffling up in what he assumes is a pout. he's trapped you in a catch-22. ultimately, you have to accept the stupid meat-gift because it's what he wants. you find this makes you more irritable than it should. he smirks at you, which serves to irritate you more.
he pulls you into his lap as you eat. and he thinks it's so cute the way you scowl the whole time.
from then on, whenever you act a little too stupid for his liking, he pries and pokes and prods until he draws out that other, haughtier side of you. he has a knack for frustrating you. he loves to sass you, and when you finally drop the act and sass him back, he falls a little bit more in love with you every time.
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more mer au / masterlist tag
#mine#snippet#mermay#mermay 2024#merman#x reader#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#tf 141 x reader#john price#captain price#captain john price#mermaid reader#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#monster romance#monster x reader#simon ghost riley#poly!141#ask
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Done for Mer May! My first time participating... don't know if I will have any follow up pieces for this AU but I hope you guys like this! 😄
#mer may#soapghost#ghostsoap#call of duty#call of duty art#call of duty fan art#soapghost art#ghostsoap art#mermaid au#alternate universe#mersoap#mer!soap#art#my art#mw2#ghost mw2#soap mw2#ghost mw3#soap mw3#cod ghost#cod soap#simon ghost riley#simon riley#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#johnny mactavish#artwork#fantasy art#au#ghoap
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Time to combine my favorite things to draw in childhood and currently! Pretty mermaids and big shirtless men :D
#mermay#mermay 2024#mermaid#merman#mermen#mermaid art#mermaid au#cod#call of duty#cod mwii#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#soap x ghost#ghost x soap#cod fanart#cod art#cod au#cod fandom#digital art#sketchbook#sketch#art#drawing#artists on tumblr
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Here We Are Alone (Official Music Video)
#goth#music#alternative#johnny goth#indie#overcast#dark#newmusic#makeup#special effects#horror#mermaid#siren#sirencore#Youtube#halloween
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#mk1#mortal kombat#kuai liang#bi han#tomas vrbada#sub zero#scorpio#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#mk1 kenshi#raiden#kung lao mk1#kung lao#railao#johnshi#art#sketch#artists on tumblr#fanart#my art#mortal kombat fanart#mermaid#cute chibi#chibi art#chibi#digital art#digital illustration#illustration
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#bratty mermaid princess#feetfinder#footgoddess#caged foot slave#girlblogging#foot#footwear#bare foot#beta sissy#beta slave#sissy caged#caged chastity#cage slave#dark academia#locked in caged#cagedcock#johnny cage#cage de chasteté#caged clitty#cuckoo#cuckcold#cucklife#cuckhubby#cuckholding#cuckslut#cuckwife#cucklod#cuckcake#beta#beta boi
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Tarzan and the Mermaids lobby cards (1948)
#tarzan and the mermaids#johnny weissmuller#brenda joyce#vintage lobby cards#adventure movies#40s movies#robert florey#jungle adventures#edgar rice burroughs#1940s#1948
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~Let me eat you alive ans fill your fears with my kisses,
As i breath your soul and mark you mine~
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Dunno if someone's asking, but the quotes I write here are totally mine and invented in this exact moment.
Yes, I gave Soap a braid.
Good MerMay again~
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#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod#digital art#sketchbook#digital illustration#johnny soap mactavish#fanart#cod fanart#artists on tumblr#mermay#Mermaid best boy#art
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Accidently made everyone a shark in the mermaid au. I can't help it...I don't give a shit about fish but I LOVEE sharks
#The only people who MIGHT not be a shark#Is silver as a giant pacific octopus#And Daniel might be a stingray or eel#...or a lemon shark..or a milk shark..#karate kid#johnny lawrence#lawrusso#daniel larusso#mermaid#Mermaid au#mermaid johnny
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More mermaid AU as a pallet cleanser from working on the comic this week
#mermaid au#mermaid ghost#my art#Ghoap#ghostsoap#soap ghost#ghost riley#simon and johnny#simon ghost riley x johnny soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#soap x ghost#procreate#digital art#under water fantasy#fantasy Au#cod#call of duty fanart#call of duty
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im not sure what it ia, but i LOVE the little remora. i love it i love it i lvoe it
it makes me insane id love to groom ghosts scales, and everyone elses scales. i want to clean soap up, even if he see's poor ol remora as a toy to play with, i just wanna scrub them all up!
(i love this already. i love mer's)
the more shark mer Ghost pushes you away the more you wanna take care of him so so bad <3
you find yourself pouting a lot at Ghost’s surly attitude, darting up and down his big scarred body, as he tries to nap. tries to, but can’t.
it has nothing to do with you. he has these bouts of insomnia. but they make his temper real short.
regardless! you insist he needs to let you groom him. it’s been days. you get twitchy when he makes you skip your daily grooming with him. the rituals. the rituals are intricate.
“i’m trying to rest, you little pest,” he growls. "come back later. or not at all."
you tell him (tartly) that he said that yesterday and the day before.
“i meant it then and i mean it now. go away before i decide to chase you off.”
like he would. he hardly exists during the day as anything but a grumpy seafloor log. you swear you’ve seen bottom-feeders start nibbling on him he’s so inert.
(nibbling on him is your job.)
you settle down on the sand next to him on your stomach. you don't touch him yet, but he's just within reach. you stare at his pale, scarred sharkshin with bright eyes, practically vibrating in place.
he can feel your eyes on him. worse—he can feel the impatient flicking of your tail fin agitating the water as you stare at him. how can such a small creature be so terribly full of want, he wonders. your anxious energy is like too much salt in his gills.
“i will bite you," he warns. “i’m not in the mood.”
rationally, you know he doesn't like to be touched sometimes, no matter how you insist he'll feel better once he's clean. and still your anxious mind won't calm down until you're absolutely sure you've made yourself useful.
you lay your palms on the silt, fingers inching silently closer to him.
he growls, low and dangerous. the one that means he’s run out of patience and is about to make good on his threats.
you jolt and flatten yourself against the sand in instinctive submission. you’re not a threat, see? you’re harmless. you’re basically just a little piece of seaweed, c’mon.
your instant compliance does nothing to calm him. if anything, the sight of your immediate surrender drives him to double down.
he grabs you by the by the nape of your neck and lifts you up to eye level. “i warned you not to touch me.”
your stupid little heart leaps because all his attention is on you now. you want to wrap your hands around his eagerly, want to reach out and touch his chest. but you can only get close enough to skim his chest with your clawtips.
the sensation only makes him tense.
you quickly bring your hands in and wring them, trying to stop being a bother. "please can i—"
he glares down at you, teeth bared. “no,” he snaps. cold, firm, immediate.
but the more he tries to repel you, the more desperately you want to please him. to get back into his good graces. you feel every bit the creature full of anxiety and neuroses he thinks you are--always trying to figure out how to feel useful and stay on the other mers' good side.
he can see that in your eyes—the desperate need to be useful. it’s what he hates most about you. he can't stand how compliant you are at this moment. how desperate. how eager you are to please even after he's been nothing but cruel to you.
he squeezes you. your body thrums nervously in his grip.
“you little parasite. what part of ‘don’t touch me’ is so hard for you to understand?”
all of it. you stare up at him with big, blank eyes.
“you can't get the simplest instructions through your thick skull, can you?"
you shake your head (kind of, best you can) in his grip as a shameless display of agreement. he’s right, you’re stupid. so stupid.
Ghost scowls. eager, willing to degrade yourself at the smallest fucking thing.
"don't tell me you're getting off on this.”
okay! you won’t.
at that, you see the look in his eye shift from anger to something more devious. your response is so quick and willing that he can't help but smirk.
of course. of course you’d comply. no matter how hard he pushes, how cruel he is, you simply ask for worse. you're a little masochist. a nuisance. worse, you’re his nuisance. you insist on being around him, on seeking him out every bloody day.
he tolerates your presence. that's more than anyone else gets. and you take the precious little patience he gives you and wear it threadbare??
he can’t abide that. he can’t let your audacity go unchecked.
"look at you," he hisses. "eager to debase yourself at the first sign of anger. don't you think that's just pathetic?"
you nod enthusiastically.
mindless creature. willing to let him treat you any way he wants if it means attention. pitiful.
"say it," he growls.
you do. you happily tell him you’re pathetic.
“that you are. finally, something sensible out of that pretty mouth.”
you’re wired—fucking blitzed at the mere implication of good girl in his tone.
“and you're my little parasite. mine to do with as i please."
your whole body wants to curl in delight, your tail twisting like an eel in the sand below you as he eases you onto your back.
his eyes rake over you. you are the picture of obedience and submission, all pinned down and ready.
“look at you,” he rasps. “so desperate to please me. you’d do anything i tell you right now, yeah?”
yes. yes. anything.
he leans in and puts his mouth to your ear. "then let me sleep."
then he’s gone.
you lay in the sand in blank, sexually charged confusion.
by the time you slap your tail into the sand to twist yourself up into the water, half-flustered and hot-tempered, you see the ends of Ghost’s chewed-up tailfins disappear into his favorite dark cave.
before you can give chase, the familiar shape of Soap passes overhead, and he's chuckling as he dives down to you.
Soap’s grin widens as he watches your face cycle through frustration, confusion, and irritation.
you can’t believe Ghost would do that to you.
“of course he’d do it,” Soap says. he saw the whole thing.
you bluster and he coos a little teasing sympathy at you, ushering you up into his arms instead. poor wee cuttlefish, he calls you. lays it on thick because he knows you're looking for a place to expend all that pent up energy now.
he whisks you away somewhere more private so you can tend to him instead. groom him all you want. tell him your troubles. maybe let him make good use of your compliant nature. he tells you it’s a good way to make Ghost jealous.
meanwhile, Ghost is finally able to snooze contentedly, dreaming of you, maybe. he does owe you a little thanks for that small catharsis you gave him.
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more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist tag
#mine#snippet#mermay#mermay 2024#x reader#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#mermaid reader#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#monster romance#monster x reader#simon ghost riley#poly!141#ask#simon riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#manticore-fangs
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Merman Johnny! He can swim now but he still can't walk 😭
Can do! But I think he still wouldn’t be able to swim! His tail is the equivalent of his legs, right? So that means his tail is paralyzed (maybe from being shot with a harpoon?). I thought it would be more respectful to come up with mobility aids for him! And it ended up being fun too!
On his arms he has manmade (or mer-made?) fins to help him move around on his own. His tail is in a brace to stop it from getting hurt. The brace can help him fold up his tail if he needs to take up less space. He wears gloves with webbing between the fingers to help him swim in case he doesn’t have his arm fins on.
If he’s with a friend like Gyro, usually he doesn’t need to use his arm fins. He can just hold onto his friend and let them pull him. Since he doesn’t move his tail, starfish like to hitch a ride sometimes!
If anyone has any suggestions for ways to help him move around on his own, let me know! 🩷🩵
#if anyone gets the joke with his hat you get a kiss#drawing requests#requests#request#requests open#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#my art#jjba fanart#johnny joestar#jjba johnny#steel ball run#jojo part 7#mermaid au#mermaids#merfolk#my requests
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I come two months late to mermay with an offering to you of Daniel and the Mer-cobras in his care 🧜♂️
@phoomwhoosh also just dropped a mercobra fic too you can read here !!!
#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#bobby brown#Jimmy#Tommy#Dutch#og cobras#mermaid au#my art#and they all have to use Miyagi’s shirts which are all now missing#the karate kid#i'll draw Johnny bobby and Tommy in mer-forms later :'D!
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Need me a nautilus bf and tf141 branded boxer briefs
#cod#cod mwii#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#call of duty mwii#call of duty#soap#soap mw2#soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#merman#mermaid#mermaid art#mermaid au#nautilus#cod art#cod au#digital art#sketchbook#sketch#art#drawing#artists on tumblr
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