#shadow company roach au

[femoso-seben]

Livestock AU pt. 2

pt.1,

- Kangal! Price and Llama! Alejandro are very proud of their land and territory. Alejandro only lets in a few dogs Price of course they’re old friends and Border Collie! Gaz, on one condition, Alejandro does the discipline.

- The ewes hybrid finds Alejandro very handsome and he always gets the treats the farmer gives the sheep. The small Lambs will scream and cry if they get lost and Alejandro will go rescue them.

- When rams are introduced into the herd Alejandro has to give the poor ram hybrid a long list of Dos and Don’ts (mostly don’t). Alejandro is highly protective of his ewes and will not take disrespect towards them.

- the heard of sheep is renounced for their wool production so theirs about 6,000 sheep Gaz is the only heard dog working there (because Al can not stand anyone else than agreeable Gaz)

- Gaz has befriended most of the Ewes and has a good rapport with most of the Ewes there is one older one, who gives him shit and calls him Sonny, Honey, and Sweetpea while not moving.

- Gaz does a lot of bearding of the sheep walking the parameter and reporting back to Alejandro. Alejandro spends most of his time with the Lambs or pregnant Ewes who walk the field. He chooses to be in the center of the herd.

- Price speaks with the head farmer often with Laswell to protect the farm better, then spread out to tell their underlings.

- Kangel! Ghost mostly walks around the perimeter of the farm’s land marking his territory and scenting the area to keep pesty coyotes and wolves away. Usually Barn Cat! Roach follows after Ghost

- Ghost struggles to socialize with the other dogs and sees all herds as his true family. The Farmers had to socialize with him and Ghost bonded with Price first, shadowing him before branching off

- Ghost have the deepest scariest bark and the first time all the herd animals heard it they ran for it hiding behind their guardian.

- Ghost also prefers the cats for their quietness (except for Roach who can have a one-way conversation with himself) Ghost tried to snide Laswell once got the smacking of his life (Laswell has his most respect besides Price)

- Great Pyrenees! Soap was added before Gaz but after Ghost. When the fowls were added they were too noisy for either Price or Ghost. So soap was brought in. Sociable and talkative will know all the inside bird drama from the duck, chicken, and Goose Hybrids.

- Soap spends most of his move getting the birds into their fields and feeding them before walking the inner area looking to help anyone who needs it. Usually ends up Chilling with Rudy since Al forbids him in the sheep acres (gets very sad when Gaz has to lead to do his job and not chat with him. Have tried begging Alejandro still refuses. Did cry himself asleep he really wanted to hug the fluffy ewes and lambs)

- Soap sometimes shadows Ghost and slowly his happy calmish demeanor rubs off on Soap and becomes his second bonded friend. After the morning recon, they explore the scents to see if theirs any threats, and then Soap runs off to tell Price and gather the boys

- Soap is a strong guardian dog once the fowl were moved to a field and a building was erect Soap ends up fighting off the Coyotes often at night who try to snatch one of his gossiping birdies. Ghost does Join since that’s where the action is.

- Coyote! Valeria and Soap have the most enemies-to-lover vibes while having the gayest vibes too. They flirt but in like a hateful way. Valeria has a mate somewhere and goes after the fowls mainly when she and her mate are having pups or to piss off Soap.

- Barn Cat! Laswell was gotten before any of the livestock and when both Alejandro and Price were added she instantly put them in their place. Al and Price like having her import and her inner network of barn cats from other barns do a lot of inter-barn cat political activities.

- Roach and Laswell sometimes go off for a few days to the cat conference and come back with knowledge! Once Rat! Makarov invaded and wreak other barns Laswell was very adamant about catching that criminal

- Laswell needed more men and told the Farmer she needed more soldiers that’s where Barn Cat! Farah and Alex were added and they have been waging war

- Makarov and his forces once trapped Alex and got his leg caught onset some debris. He has a permanent limp but still works as a Barn cat.

- Makarov and Konni forces live under the dirt and in tight spots spying.

- the farmers got so annoyed they gathered SpecGru hunting association (hunting dogs ready to hunt rats) they got a lot of Makarov’s forces but rats reproduce quickly so they came back

- lastly added to the man Guardian and the farm were the Goats (mostly use to make Goat cheese) was Alpaca! Rudy. A very pretty hybrid that Al instantly was attracted to. Rudy is a good alarm system but isn’t likely to fight but will.

- Alejandro saw Rudy in another field and thought about jumping the fence to chat but Gaz put him in his place

- the first-time livestock guardian 141! Ran into Wolf! Graves his shadow company pack were stalking a Goat and Rudy alerted everyone.

- a tense stand-off between Ghost, Price, and Soap. They had to use intimidation to scare off the wolves.

- German Shepard! Nik is the Farmer's personal pet and likes to come around to collect the chicken eggs and sometimes tell wild stories to the young guardian dogs (Gaz and Soap haven't decided of his tails are real or not)

- Young Barn Cat! Reader tends to follow Laswell around and sit in the garden and sunbathe, stalk the chicks, and get chased off by Soap.

- Kitten! Reader and Makarov got beef after the giant ass Rat Makarov popped up next to Kitten! Reader. 141 are now on the lookout for the giant rat.

- soon once Cat! Reader grows up they will join the fight against Makarov and Konni group

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Any request for this AU is welcomed!

inspired a little by @tacticalanklebiter3000 and @frogchiro

[thechaoticcheese2]

Was playing CoD Ghosts while grinding for achievements with @kimiheartblade and this fucker hit me in the back of the head on and off during a mission. College AU Ghosts. Going in alphabetical order cause I said so

Ajax - Librarian. In a relationship with Merrick. Still active in Ghosts, just more secretive about it. Absolutely loves a good book and is not above telling people to be quiet or leave his library. Elias - New history teacher to the school. Nervous about it, but does his best. Helps provide for Logan and Hesh. Was married to Lily before her death when Hesh and Logan were just kids. He still has a picture of her in his wallet and blames himself for not being able to have a better job at the time. Is kind of a part of Ghosts. He tries not to intervene or get involved much, until they started to ask about his boys joining after Merrick brings it up in passing. Knows Keegan from the Ghosts and is able to set up help for Logan communicating with more that just looks at Hesh.

Hesh - Hesh is a ftm, his birth name being Delilah, but being changed to David before he took on the nickname Hesh. Hesh always just knew from a young age, his mom was super supportive and after a handful of years after he came out, was he able to legally change his name. Elias was more wary and needed constant help with the change, but got there eventually. Hesh has taken T, and passes. He's studying to be a history major at the moment as well, having Logan tag along. Due to Logan never leaving his side, he's become his younger brother's translator, having learned his slight movements and ques. Hesh has also been forced to meet Keegan due to Logan refusing to meet anyone that could help him learn to communicate in a different way than through Hesh.

Keegan - ASL teacher who also doubles as a Sign Language interpreter and someone who helps with special needs around campus. He's asked by Elias to help Logan learn Sign Language as a way to communicate. Keegan agrees, after all, Elias helped keep the Ghosts together through out the years despite slowly fading from it and the unexpected betrayal from Rorke.

Kick - That guy that just knows basically everyone. He's not apart of the College really, but he can show up and no one really questions it. He works as an IT guy somewhere big, but he won't say where. A part of Ghosts and usually handles any social issues.

Logan - Very selective mute ever since his mom died. Has learned to communicate through small gestures and looks. Logan does say a few words here and there in a group of three, usually jus this family unit though. Rarely does he grunt or make noise (usually from physical exertion or pain). He stares. A lot. Almost never leaves Hesh's side. Never found a reason to learn Sign Language, after all, he had Hesh who would always translate for him. Right? Was reluctant to go see Keegan, but begrudgingly went to stay near Hesh. Logan isn't entirely studying anything, he just does whatever Hesh does. Secretively super artistic.

Merrick - Football Coach for the college, dating Ajax. "Leader" of the Ghosts. The members of the group see him as a stand in leader for when Elias isn't actively in meetings or gatherings. Used to butt heads with Rorke before his betrayal.

Romas - Librarian at rival College. Smart guy that just so happened to get a crush on Rorke when he started working at his college. Helps Rorke work on their bikes and add mortifications.

Rorke - Used to be a member of the Ghosts, but due to a misunderstanding (poor communication on both ends), left and 'started' The Federation. He also is a Football Coach, just at Romas' school. His and Merrick's teams often butt heads and every other year they switch who is winning.

Who are the Ghosts in this AU? The Ghosts are a biker group that started when everyone was in college, used to have a bunch of members, but the originals, Ajax, Elias, Keegan, Kick, and Merrick, are really that's all that is left in the area, the rest moving out, or in Rorke's case, betraying the Ghosts.

The biker group is known to protect people from harm on school grounds, like a vigilante type deal, but some how also slowly got paid to be the guards/officers of the school, especially since everyone but Kick works at the school now. They do still wear the masks to hide their faces, and while a handful of people know who they are or figured it out, no one really says anything about it.

Hesh and Logan have been told stories about them, but until one night that the two are jumped by The Federation, they were sure that it was just a myth. Hesh and Logan both wanted to join, but Elias wasn't too sure.

Who are The Federation in this AU?

Also a biker group! Their leader is anonymous, but lead Rorke to where he was today. They usually just like to roughhouse around town and cause minor troubles here and there, but since Hesh and Logan started college, he's been slowly getting more aggressive and having the gang cause crimes here and there.

What happened to Mrs. Walker?

Right now, she's going to die saving Logan, causing his heavy selective mutism. I'm still trying to figure it out, but the main thought is a bus broke down on some railroad tracks while a train was coming and Logan was the only one small enough to fit through the windows and so he barely made it out alive and watched his mom become a blood splatter in a bus. How did the bus break down right before a train was coming? UHHHH no idea. Might put Rorke up to it, might just have it be a freak accident.

This is gonna be a more serious story if I do end up writing about it so it won't end up here. I do plan on having a Keegan x Logan thing goin' on so there's that. I dunno. I'm tired. Goobnight.

[boxofthings]

I'm still writing the Shadow!Roach GhostRoach au fic but I just need to ramble once again about how ANGSTY this shit would be from Ghost's perspective.

Imagine you're just freshly traumatized from the massacre of your remaining family, the family which offered you a sliver of hope that maybe you could live and actually enjoy a normal, civilian life.

You become an uncle, and all of a sudden, the fucked up past of your life feels so far away, like a new beginning has come for you, and you have the chance to become someone who isn't so sullied by violence and death.

Then one day you come home and find out that very last human aspect of your chaotic life has been ripped away from you all because of your occupation as a soldier. It all feels like it was your fault, and you feel as though the last human part of you has died alongside your remaining family.

Imagine you return to your military life, alone and bitter towards everything and everyone around you. You join a new task force to perhaps give yourself a fresh environment that won't remind you of the old squad members that aided in the death of your family. And you swear that you won't ever let anyone break your trust in such a way ever again.

Imagine a new recruit (Roach) joins your task force. He bothers you, and tries his hardest to befriend you, as if the others whispering that you aren't worth the effort hardly faze him at all. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but he watches your back in battle, strikes up conversations in between missions, offers you coffee in the mornings when it's just you two, and suddenly you can't get him out of your head.

Years go by, and this teammate slowly feels like someone that could be important to you. You go on missions together, fight side by side together, get promoted together, and one day you realize that this man just feels right with you. And it's scary, because now that you realize you want more, you understand that this is something that could so easily be torn away like all the good things that came before.

So you never tell him what he means to you. And one day, just as you predicted, this person that means so much to you it's like breathing, is brutally taken away from you right before your eyes, and you're completely helpless to it all.

Imagine the aftermath, Ghost fully anguished and alone, with dog tags that don't belong to him, and the last person he ever loved never knowing how he felt.

THEN imagine years later, he's fighting for his life to protect this new task force he's grown fond of, and suddenly he looks into the eyes of an enemy soldier and realizes, with a painful confusion, that he recognizes them.

[cod-dump]

Ah yes hello it’s me again with my antics

one day Nikolai is like doing work in his office (I imagine price and him share an office in the house but price isn’t there right now) and Nikolai is just doing some paperwork for his construction and randomly teen!ghost walks in and says “dad, can you help me with my homework?” And Nikolai is just trying not to burst into tears after hearing Simon call him dad then like two hours later Gaz walks in and nik is like “you need something kiddo?” And Kyle is just like “I just want your company pops” then like later price walks into their shared bedroom and just sees nik crying in the corner is he’s like worried and shit price walks up to him like “what happened??” And nik through tear he just says “they’ve started calling me dad!”

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Undeserving (teen!Ghost au)

some slight angst (also before Roach’s addition)

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It was sudden when the boys started referring him as ‘dad’ or ‘pops’ or ‘da’. It was so sudden that Nik had been an emotional mess for a few days since it started. Teary eyed, unable to look at them, wallowing — John was honestly worried about him for the first day.

“I’m fine,” Nik had assured him while looking like he was going explode from the unshed tears.

He didn’t feel fine. He felt so many things, all of them suggesting that he wasn’t fine. He was so happy but terrified. Nik never saw this for himself, this happy, domestic life with a family. He came here to repay his debt with Kate and her people, he never planned on anything like this happening.

He was just supposed to shadow a little boy until he was in a safe environment and in good hands. He wasn’t supposed to still be here. But he was, and it felt like the results from him deciding to stay and see how things would turn out for Simon were undeserving.

He didn’t deserve John. He was an amazing, wonderful man. Perfect in Nik’s eyes. His dedication to caring for Simon even though it was different from his usual work — that was strike one. Nik watched him go from caring for Simon as a basic guardian to loving him as his own son.

Strike two was witnessing the man defend his new life. He strayed from the front lines of hidden wars and bloody battles to something domestic, something soft and simple. Something that men like them tended to never get. And when John had it within reach, he took hold of it and refused to let go.

Of course, strike three was infamously John demonstrating his ability to protect his family and his home. He was a hardened soldier, and Nik witnessed his cold efficiency at his calling. Witnessed how familiar a gun was in his hands, how he seemingly detached himself from the reality that came with placing a bullet in another man’s brain.

John had Nik’s full heart, his adoration and dedication. Of course his children had that, too. Simon technically had Nik’s love first, even though the man still had yet to admit that. He had yet to acknowledge he cared about Simon long before he ever met his soon-to-be father and became enamored with him. It was impossible to deny that now when Simon and Kyle calling him ‘dad’ had him in shambles. He certainly felt he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve any of this.

“Nik.”

John’s voice never sounded sweeter than when they laid curled up in bed. Nik tried to not react but John had that special ability to always get a reaction from him. He shook when he felt John hold him from behind. He was so understanding, he didn’t deserve that.

“You know I’ve seen you cry before,” John whispered, still holding him so gently.

Nik let out a sob and John pressed a kiss to his head. He would hold him until he fell asleep. He would wake not feeling as conflicted. And later that morning when the boys greeted him, he couldn’t help but smile.

[im-notbean]

cod mafia au; like an overview

ok this is very silly i just got the idea and i need to writ it down

141

Leaders: John "Captain" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Think of Price as this very dominating man whos all business and cigars, he's got a bit of a soft side for pretty men and women

Simon is built like a goddamned tank, he's a hunk and more down to earth but he knows his place. hes all business but has a good laugh here and their

Kyle's a stoner, he handles the drugs for a reason. he knows he's got a pretty face and uses that all the time, hes pretty much not very down to earth but he's the most loyal man Price ever knew and thats why he's still around

Soap's a barker, always pushing buttons and showing off with his too tight shirts and he's got a lethal puppy dog eyes. he's loyal but a fucking time bomb weather he's playing nice today or not

Gary's quiet, not by choice but because he's survived a fire. He came from a small apartment in east London and met Price, he's the first and Price's objective favorite because can you blame him. Gary's a tought cookie and has a knack for surviving any situation

Los Vaqueros

Leaders: Alejandro "Ale" Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Alejandro is a man of war, raised in the trenches of a cartel he left his old life to overcome the stereotype. he did but went south trying to fix his biggest regret

Rudy is brash, he was a rich kid with an even more powerful father who hated his son. Rudy joined because he knew Alejandro wouldn't stop until the cartel died. They both know the risk yet dive into it anyway

The two are a dynamic duo, if you see one the other isn't far away. they fuck around, kiss each other with a passion that rivals even the most secure marriages

They let themselves indulge in each other and with two conventionally sexy men making out, its a ploy to lure a sirens song but with heavy kisses and hickies

Las Almas

Leader: Valeria "Sin Nombre" Garza

Valeria is not ome to fuck around, shes a women in a male dominated field. and shes fucking adorable

one minute she'll be threatning to cut your dick off and the next shes patting your head as you tell her everything. her voice and bodie rival supper models, if sirens were real she'd have the body of one

she's sweet but a psychopath, after all she killed her second in command as soon as he started questioning her authority.

sweet but a fucking physco

Shadow Company

Leader: Phillip "Commander" Graves

Graves is a man with an accent thick as honey, it's southern american charm never leaving a single vowel he speaks

although Graves' company is a PMC his men know that they are more than just that, their a fucking unit with a hand on the government's most valued assest and claim to be "looking" for anything that goes missing

Graves admires the men and women he calls his shadows, each one more unique than the last. his land might not be as large as 141's but he makes sure his is under order and not rioting

the people who live under his land never leave, they know they are much better thier than in any other part of the other mafias territories

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Happy birthday to my firstborn problem!! I'm trying really hard to not think about how long it's actually been, but to celebrate Greenwarden being mysteriously old I'm posting a former Patreon snippet! I'm also announcing that 1) I quit me day job, and 2) I'm going to be compiling a bunch of Greenwarden shorts that would have gone up on Patreon if I had kept it up. More on that to come when I get all my ducks in a line.

GRAVEROBBING AND NECROMANCY FOR DUMMIES

Marianna & Tracker. 16+. Grimdark Fantasy AU. Scofiddle Pepper Rating: Bell Pepper.

Content Warnings: Blood, minor wounds, implied mind-control, mentions of death.

Mausoleums always have a certain smell — mold, mildew, cracking damp stone. The decay of rock and mortar, but never flesh. The sarcophagi are tightly sealed with both wards and wax, partially to keep the smell at bay. No air, nor Light, nor hands will ever creep inside them. The Silent Mercies do their grim work and do it well, keeping them locked up tight. Then they leave — that's the extent of their dues to the dead.

They can count themselves lucky. Corpses don't exactly make great company. Particularly when some of them are itching to come back.

You can't help but feel like there are eyes on you, your torch cutting through the dark, damp guts of the tomb. An intrusion. Indigestion. The violent, flickering orange light makes the shadows greasy. You'd use a magelight, but you're already dancing on the razor-thin line between bravery and stupidity; you don't want to risk waking something. Someone. 

They were people once, allegedly, but you know what pride morphs people into.

Particularly powerful necromancers resist even the cleansing fire of holy Light, their sentience existing in each molecule of ash, slowly piecing themself back together with sheer will and hate. It may take hundreds — maybe thousands — of years, but eventually they will come back. So, the Temple does what it can. The liches are bound, still conscious, and placed in a sarcophagus. The sarcophagus is sealed — with prayer, with wax, with chains and locks both physical and magical — and a mausoleum built around it. The Silent Mercies make their rounds indefinitely, strengthening the wards and installing ever more complex locks. Hundreds of years turn into thousands.

The hopeful end result is a stark raving mad lich warlock that will, if all goes well, blissfully prefer the judgment of the Light before they suffer one more second of silent, unmoving, stagnant solitude. Time and again the methods of the Temple are proven effective. Terrifying, and effective. Most choose to vacate their own bodies than live in the dark for an undetermined amount of time. Unable to move. Unable to see. Slowly withering away, mummifying, rotting in your own skin. Whatever you’re going to find will not be human anymore – if it was ever human in the first place.

You cross the dusty, time-ravaged stone floor to the sarcophagus at the far end of the room. It's a short walk. Mausoleums are traditionally small, most especially the ones outside of temples, reserved for the vilest of the old guard, the lichkings who dared to try and defy death. Beings that rejected humanity, even rejected immolation, and should not under any circumstances be within spitting distance of a residential area.

Zoning laws: the bane of all undead tyrants. 

There's only one — which is nerve-wracking. It sits placidly on a raised dais set with small, half-melted candles, as if it’s waiting for you. A frozen slime trail of old wax meanders down the dais, caught in time. The thrum of magic tickles your fingertips. Brushing, like a cat would, up against your palms and skittering up your arms. Both a beckoning and a warning. Temptation.

It's wrong. A singular coffin is like finding a singular roach. Not wholly uncommon, but it sets your teeth on edge. 

It means one of two things: either the Temple managed to burn the master’s undead servants, even the stubborn ones. Or, worse – they’re afraid of what it might do with nearby corpses, even sealed away.

Your arms itch. You set your torch in a conveniently placed wall sconce and start working to get your mind off things.

The Temple of Light may not like to admit it, but what they do is magic. The prayers wielded by their paladins and clerics are incantations; the talismans created by their monks are charms, woven out of somewhat less mathematically inclined sigils. Magic. They hang and burn people for it in the streets, but it keeps their mausoleums tightly locked and their church in power.

Like any spell, a prayer can be broken with a little bit of reverse engineering. And you are very good at breaking things.

Maybe it's the uniqueness of your situation, or maybe you were just created with something special, but seeing the patterns in the weave and weft of magic comes second nature to you. Almost like a physical thing. A golden projection of arcane artistry.

It's a complicated spell; the Woodsman lived hundreds of years ago, long enough that even its very name was forgotten. The ward is centuries of layers, each one getting more and more complex as the Silent Mercies learned what incantations and motions were most effective at keeping the dead at bay. Trails of cold, melted wax dripping down time. A beautiful puzzle, just for you. You're always half-giddy, knowing that you may very well be the only one who can truly see the work, the history behind it, and that you might be the only one smart enough not just to break it to pieces, but coax it open.

Enough. You need to be fast.

Your forehead tenses, brows knit as you start reversing half a millennia of spellcraft. Delicately, slowly, you work out the motions, but in reverse. A twist of your hand, fingers curled, your arm moving in hypnotic diamonds and stars and spirals. Shapes designed to trap and contain. The fingers on your other hand open and close in the same fractal rhythm half a canto ahead, parsing out the right steps in the dance before you walk the dancefloor.  You're a conductor, ripping carefully crafted sheet music to shreds. The torch flickers.

There's no sound but your own short, elated huff of laughter when your hand slides into place at the ward's terminus. Deep in your hindbrain, a lock falls open with a satisfying click!

“Don't move.” 

Oh. That's a sword — you feel the tip of it caressing the nape of your neck. Slowly, carefully, you raise your hands to the sides of your head. You’re unarmed, and thankful you have gloves on.

“Turn around.” 

It’s not like you have room to argue.

You’re face-to-face with the tip of a shiny, well-polished blade. The silver coating makes your back teeth itch. You feel it vibrating, still coming down, hypersensitive to atomic changes in the air. You’re also face-to-chest with an extraordinarily tall cleric in their classic white and gold armor. An immediate, violent chill settles into your spine.

She’s hard-faced, hair cut bluntly short; she gives you the impression that her only expression is scowl. You prepare yourself to fire and run. It’ll set your research back months – maybe even a year – but you’ll live.

“Explain yourself.” You’re taken aback by that – you do a quick three-point look around the room and with your head and then spread your hands out a little further.

“I mean,” you say, “I think we both know I’m not supposed to be here.”

She doesn’t like that. Her hands choke a little tighter around her sword grip, leather squealing and platemail clicking as she shifts even deeper into a fighting stance. The sword gets a little closer to your face. A sweat breaks out between your shoulder blades.

“You’re a mage.”

“And you’re a cleric.” Impasse. Stand off. Stare down. Neither of you are willing to make the first move – maybe she’s hoping for a peaceful resolution. That you’ll go gracefully to the stake.

Fat chance, but something changes when she opens her mouth to reply.

You don’t like the look that falls over the cleric’s face – wide eyed, eyebrows to the hairline, mouth half-open. The blood leaving her face. The slight tremble in her steady hands. Fear.

Slowly, you twist your neck to look behind you.

The Woodsman’s coffin is open – a deep, yawning blackness slides out of it, liquid trapped inside thin film. On the coattails of the light-drinking sludge, a skeletal hand slides, damn near leisurely, out of the sarcophagus. What follows is a horror of ancient science. Half human, half… something else.

The antlers crown its head, but the head is canine, deep pinpoints of light inside empty sockets. Mummified skin knits across bone, thin as paper and patchy in places. Its teeth are bare to the world and yellowed with centuries. You watch the slick, black flesh form an amorphous mass beneath the skull, the arms nothing but bone haphazardly slapped onto an overgorged slug.

You were hoping it wasn’t in there – everything you’ve learned told you it had probably vacated its body years ago. There had been no activity for so long – no plague of nightmares, no major possessions, no strange activity in the flora and fauna  – and yet. The Woodsman slithers out of its unlocked tomb on a tide of melted void-flesh, rises on it until it has to bend, its shoulders scraping the ceiling of the mausoleum. It opens its mouth wide – skin and gristle clinging to its jaw in loose strings – and shrieks.

It’s shrill and piercing. You’re concussed, briefly, slapping your hands over your ears. You feel it – in your head. Scraping the inside of your skull, dark wordless whispers in your hindbrain. It knows you. It sees you. It’s in your head.

The cleric pushes you behind her, nearly to the door in the tiny mausoleum. You’re confused – still concussed. You don’t run.

“Go!” She shouts, swinging and hacking at the growing sea of rotting flesh. She swings too wide – the silver-steel scrapes against the walls of the mausoleum and sparks. The Woodsman just keeps growing. One by one, the candles and torch are swallowed whole. A deep, endless black. A tidal wave of nothing. 

You’re not about to argue. You turn tail and run out the door.

Two steps past the tomb, you stumble to a stop. A quick, hard-breathing glance behind you lets you know that the cleric already isn’t doing well. She’s fighting like an animal, punching what she can’t cut. Every slice is swallowed up by more reeling, lightless flesh. You still feel the Woodsman’s scritching little claws, furrows in your soft, pliant brain. Every iota of you recoils away from it. But that cleric – she let you go. 

You look down at your hands. The dark leather gloves, fingertips worn, the edges frayed.

Shaking, you slip them off your hands and leave them in the grass.

You grab the back of the cleric’s breastplate and yank her back into fresh air, swapping places in one smooth transition. You don’t know what she sees. If she notices the dark, blue-black corrupted skin of your hands or the bright runes squirming over your arms while you reach deep in yourself for something destructive. The bands around your wrists and throat mark you as a Thing – something broken loose. The Woodsman tugs at your tattered ghost leash with an interested spiritual hand, head cocked. Your programming demands you kneel for consumption, and your knees twitch before you get yourself back under control. You almost see a wink of recognition.

Little homunculus, the Woodsman whispers, curling around the base of your skull like a cat, so far from home.

“Shut up,” you say, and light up the room.

The Temple of Light has claimed the lichkings reject holy fire and immolation – they just haven’t tried something hot enough. Your fire is pure destruction, white with heat, blinding against the greasy black corruption sludge coating the walls. The Woodsman shrieks – pain, rage, confusion. Spikes of pain explode behind your eyes, and you burn them away too.

You wade through the muck, scorching it all to ash, beating the Woodsman back until it tries to seek refuge again in its sarcophagus, huddling in the pit. A child taking refuge in a cellar.  Curled at the back of a cell. Useless, useless.

You reach out with a flame-licked hand and clamp down hard on its muzzle.

“Shut up,” you hiss, and watch fire make cracks in its skull. It rakes your arms with bony claws, opening bloody gashes in your flesh. The blood sizzles and evaporates almost instantly. 

The Woodsman’s head explodes with a loud crack, bone shards ripping through the skin of your cheek. The rest of it goes limp in a heap. What’s left, you turn to coal dust, just in case. When you’re done, all that’s left of the Woodsman is a greasy soot stain coating the floor, walls, and ceiling. It’s a little gruesome. Reminds you uncomfortably of blood.

You coax the flames back in, lower and lower, wobbling with exhaustion, until a comfortable, warm dark swallows you. There’s light in it – ambient, soft reflections of the moon outside. The sarcophagus is a welcome resting spot, using its high lip to stay half-standing. Even then, you see little spots in your vision, the edges going blurry. A few drops of blood slide out of your nose and splatter on the ground. Your ears are ringing.

“You’ve got red on you.” You jump.

The cleric is standing there, wiping blood and slime off her face. One of her eyes is nearly glued shut, an open wound on her brow pouring red down her cheek and under her collar. You give her a once-over before you weakly tilt your chin up.

“So do you,” you say. She nods – holds out her hand.

“Marianna.”

Cautiously, you cross the floor on shaky legs to take it, and give her your name. The one you picked for yourself – it feels nice. To introduce yourself, for once. She almost crushes your hand. You’re comparatively weak.

“You saved my life, mage,” Marianna says. You grin with a mouthful of bloody teeth, an acknowledgement.

Then, your body finally gives up. You’re blissfully unconscious before you hit the ground.

[snow--berry]

Roommate AU #2

Characters: Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parras, Phillip Graves, König, Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Authors Note: GUESS WHOSE WRITER’S BLOCK FINALLY DIED \(^o^)/

Alejandro Vargas

•Alejandro is bit of a tough nail

•I think he might work a security guard job or maybe as a helicopter landing pad with that big ass forehead—

•The first thing this guy needs in the morning is for people to leave him alone and a coffee. And then Rudy needs to kiss him-

•He’ll largely be grumpy in the morning, but he might make an exception if you make/bring him breakfast and his coffee

•He often plays chess with Price, although I’m not sure who’d win. Maybe they tie in amounts of wins?

•Alejandro definitely brags more often though

•He’s not allowed to cook dinner and breakfast after burning the food once and giving a few folks mild food poisoning

•He gives cool uncle vibes

•He’d let you get away with shit,, turn a blind eye on your shenanigans, but still stop you when it gets genuinely dangerous

•Pretty extroverted and talkative, but not loud per se

Rodolfo “Rudy“ Parras

•He‘s one of the calmest ones

•Also one of the more responsible ones

•I genuinely don‘t know what he could work as, but he does kinda give teacher vibes

•Or he just joins Alejandro

•At home, I think he usually he reads

•He‘s also the one that cooks the most often

•He made a list at some point, showing everyone‘s allergies and major likes and dislikes, concerning food

•He really enjoys cooking, despite the fact that it‘s tiring sometimes

•Aside from that, he‘s a little groggy in the morning but you can definitely hold a proper conversation with him!

•Don‘t talk to him in the evening though

•He‘s not rude or anything, he just wants to be tired in peace

•Military or not, this guy is tired 24/7

•Also, he won‘t make much of an effort to stop you on your shenanigans

•He‘ll be like: „Please don‘t“ and that‘s it

Phillip Graves

•I‘m gonna be real here, I don‘t know how to write for him, because the last time I did it was a joke

•He looks like he‘d be a Ordnungsbeamter

•The quite literal translation is regulatory officer btw

•But they essentially go around the neighborhood and make sure everything is up to standard

•Or maybe he just keeps the Shadow Company, I‘m not sure

•Phillip needs his coffee

•Also, I don‘t know why, but he looks like his middle name is Alexander, so I‘m sticking with that as my headcanon now :)

•I don‘t think he‘s home most of the day, but if you try to spend some time with him, I don‘t think he‘d say no

•As long as it‘s not that energy taxing, depending on how exhausting his day was

•If you ask him nicely, he‘ll give you a good night‘s kiss :33

•Secretly supports your shenanigans

•Plays chess by himself

König

•Probably won‘t talk much to you in the beginning

•He doesn‘t stutter, but he forgets English words sometimes, says them in German and then forgets you (probably) don‘t speak German

•Surprisingly approachable in the morning

•Largely talks to Horangi, but doesn‘t actually mind chatting with the others

•I think he‘d work some office job sorry, König

•would love to teach you a few German words, if you wanna know some

•prefers eating alone, but will occasionally join bigger dinner groups when everyone is home in the evening

•as I‘ve mentioned before, he stares a lot

•He doesn‘t do it out of malice, it‘s just a bad habit unfortunately, he looks really grumpy too…

•accidentally looms over Rudy while he cooks a lot, ‘cause he likes watching people cook and bake

•I think he sorta misses a lot of the shenanigans that happen?

•Like, Price is ranting about how Roach brought home a ton of bugs again, just to unleash them upon Gaz‘s room

•Or how Soap decided to get himself and you stuck in a tree

•And König is like: „Huh, when did that happen?“ even though Gaz was screaming about the bugs and Soap kept on throwing stuff at people who tried to get him off of the tree

•He also sleeps like rock btw

•If you have a problem at night, go ask someone else, König will not wake up until he hears his alarm clock

Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

•He works at a hot topic

•I don‘t make the rules

•Often makes himself lunch and then gets upset when people say it‘s too spicy except for König, his opinion doesn‘t count because he almost dies when there‘s “too much” pepper–

•Works out in the morning

•May ask you to join if you seem interested! :D

•encourages the shenanigans but doesn‘t bother joining

•he‘s like an amused cat, he just watches

•he likes Mexican food, but only if Rudy makes it

•sometimes comes home pissed because working in retail sucks

•he locks himself in his room a bit, to calm down

•if you try to talk to him beforehand, he‘ll likely be a bit snappy (but he‘ll apologize later!)

•has a stupid amount of tiger themed items because everyone keeps on giving him tiger themed items as a joke for his birthday and Christmas (he does get proper gifts too, by the way)

Another Note: I‘d like to thank the Shadow Company Server for giving me motivation to finish this draft! Thank you folks so so much <33

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

YOU ASKED AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE

(this is going to be Long so prepare yourself XD)

Murderbot Diaries:

I have no idea if you've ever read the murderbot diaries books by martha wells (which, if you havent and have any sort of interest in science fiction PLEASE READ THEM THEYRE SO FUN) but the character of secunit is SO ghost coded its not even funny

for those unaware: secunit is short for security unit, which in the world of murderbot are partially artificial and partially human constructs created as cheap labor. secunits are considered property rather than people, despite being totally sentient. they are not, however, autonomous. secunits have a thing called a "governor module" that will essentially fry their brains if they do anything to go against the company/their client's orders. secunits can be repaired and reissued to new clients, so the whole thing is just super fucked up

anyway, back to the au. ghost, like murderbot, manages to disable his governor module somehow and is able to act completely autonomously. however, he's been so Fucked Up by you know... being a secunit, that he doesnt exactly know how to be autonomous or his own person, so he just. Doesnt. and he continues to protect clients as they come up, doing his best to hide the fact that hes able to act freely.

enter the 141 survey crew, who are his latest group of clients that hes been tasked with protecting. its a much smaller group than he's used to, only seven members compared to dozens and dozens, but that means he's the only secunit sent along which is for the better tbh. the members of the survey include laswell, price, gaz, soap, farah, alex, and roach.

for once in ghost's life, he's not treated as a looming threat or an inanimate object, but an actual person with thoughts and opinions of his own. and he Does Not Like This At All.

at least, not at first. but he finds his walls start getting eroded by these idiotic humans and their idiotic tendencies to make the worst possible choices. (especially a certain engineer with a taste for explosive materials, but thats neither here nor their)

of course, something has to go wrong, as it always does. there are two other survey teams on the planet - kortac and shadow company. and according to a message sent by one of them (not sure which yet lmao), something is hunting them.

and soon, the 141 is going to be hunted to

im trying not to directly copy the plot of all systems red (the first murderbot novella) so yeah!

Muzzled:

this is going under the read more because its getting too long lmao

cw for mild mouth trauma and general blood/violence

SO this one is fun.

ghost is still part of the 141, alongside gaz and price. he's a werewolf (obviously XD) and somehow, a mark gets the drop on him while he's shifted into his full wolf form

he wakes up in a tiny iron cage in a dank basement, with a burning pain across his snout, jaw, and neck. his captors managed to muzzle and collar him with pure silver, keeping him as weak and docile as possible. hes still fucking dangerous as shit, but this way they can at least handle him.

his captors, a group of hunter/poachers, have a shitton of other supernaturals trapped in the basement with him. they come down to gloat, and with them is a strange man. he doesnt talk smack like the others. he moreso tries to blend into the shadows and disappear. but ghost cant tear his eyes away from the bright blue eyes lurking in the darkness. or the thick iron band locked around his throat.

the man is clearly inhuman, but he cant - or wont - speak. hes tasked with taking care of the "feral wolf" (ghost) for the duration of his stay. from the precise wording of the orders, ghost knows exactly what the man in.

fair folk. something powerful, too, given the iron bands around his wrists as well.

days of ghost plotting his escape pass, and ghost and the fae start to come to some sort of wordless alliance. they take care of each other as best they can from their relative cages, finding solace in each other that they cant find anywhere else.

something happens later down the line, maybe gaz and price are getting to close to the operations, but the poachers decide that its time to cut their losses and skip town. they order the fae to "take care of the wolf". ghost's heart drops, because he knows that a fae cant disobey an order given by the keeper of their true name.

but in the poachers' haste to get things wrapped up, they made a mistake. they left the order unclear and open ended.

and the fair folk always take notice of loopholes.

the fae unlocks ghost's cage and releases him from the silver. ghost, rather than just go up and slaughter the entire organization himself, decides to be extra and lets loose every single other creature trapped down there with him. they all go and massacre the ring, but ghost doesnt. because the fae collapsed on the floor of the basement, dropping his glamour in the process. and the sight is grisly.

he's skin and bones, barely any muscle or fat on him at all. the iron ring around his neck and the iron bands around his wrists hang loose, showing the thick rings of scar tissue on pale skin. but the worst is his mouth.

coarse, rough thread seals his mouth shut, the wounds red and angry and irritated. locking the fae's strongest weapon away, keeping him firmly under the whims of his captors. he may have had the freedom of movement that ghost lacked, but he was as much a prisoner here as the rest.

ghost somehow manages to get them all out safe, and he finally gets the fae's name. his true name. not the silly little nickname he gave him in his head while watching him clean the basement day in and day out (soap).

for the first time in months, simon and johnny speak to one another.

there you go, hope you enjoyed! @bl-nk-sp-ce

[whorangi1104]

Ghoap AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 5: Tea

(I didn’t update last week so y’all can have this a day early)

“Mactavish.”

Shite. Soap’s face burned as he turned around and saw his lieutenant looming over him, probably the very last person he’d like to find searching their room, and a crash came from under the bed where he was looking.

“Uh, how ye doing, LT?”

“The fuck are you doing in my room?”

“Well, Cheeto ran out and went through yer cat flap, and-” *Another crash came from under the bed.

“I see. Can you not get him out?”

“He’s really far in there, and I can’t reach him.”

Soap watched as Ghost sighed and lay down on the ground, reaching under the bed and gently pulling out the reluctant prowler and handed him to Soap. looks like long arms really help in this situation. 

“Thanks, Simon.”

“Don’t call me that, sergeant.”

“Sorry sir.”

“Anything else you need, or are you done invading my room?”

“I’m finished here, sir.”

“Then you may go.”

Soap left his lieutenant's room, to see Gaz leaning against the wall a few feet away with a harpy eagle on his shoulder, grinning at him.

“You went into the lieutenant’s room, and you came out perfectly fine. Told you he’d warm up to ya.”

Soap snorted, “he paid me a visit and threatened me for lying, that’s called being warmed up to?”

“Don’t sweat it, he investigates all the recruits he has to interact with, it’s normal procedure for him by now.”

“Great, it’s real comforting that he’s got all our files memorized.”

Gaz snickers, “Well, I actually came for you to meet my prowler, Zephyr. She’s a harpy eagle.”

“Does she ever fly off?”

“Rarely, and usually only for a good reason, so she hangs around with me most of the time.”

“Does she get along with… felines?”

“Some of ‘em. Just hope for the best.”

“Yeah, my cheetah prowler is Cheeto.”

Gaz looks down at the cheetah in Soap's arms, and raises an eyebrow with a smirk, “A tiny Cheeto Puff you’ve got there, I see.”

Soap chuckles, “Maybe I should make that his last name.”

“Yeah maybe you should.”

—

Ghost checked his emails and found one with specifications on the next mission in Mexico. They were going to enlist the help of a local team along with Shadow Company, since there had supposedly been over 65 attacks by the ‘Apollyon prowlers’ as they were being called. The surprising thing was, even with so many attacks, there was little information. Appearance: blurred darkness. Speed: unknown. Size: changeable. Destruction power: limits unknown. Type: | Shadow / Mythical / Soul / Mind / Absorption / Control / Matter / Multiply / Illusion / Mystery / Shifting / Possibly More | Ghost had never seen a singular prowler with so many assets, the most basic prowlers had one, as with 78% of all prowlers, while only 13% of prowlers had 2-3, and 8.9% 4-5, and 0.1% with more. This was unheard of, even with the ability to add assets on a prowler through a difficult and long process which often took over half a century. Victims of the Apollyons were found either dead yet perfectly untouched, living as a shell of themselves, or vanished completely. No blood was ever found at the sites, the only trace left behind by the Apollyons were the cold air that they were surrounded by. Ghost considered this information, unable to connect it to any sort of leads to why they had suddenly appeared, or how the hell they were even supposed to dispose of them. What they might need was a light gifted to combat the shadow, but light only shines so far, and he didn’t know any such people anyways. His thoughts wandered to Johnny, electricity and light were similar enough, and electric bursts were more powerful than light. The fuck Shadow Company was gonna do he didn’t know, but Johnny was something, and maybe the Mexican forces could be enough. He pondered for hours before seeing that it was 1650, and went to the kitchen to make tea, where he coincidentally saw Roach, their animal gifted, also preparing his own cup with his lion prowler, Simba.

Ghost grabbed his cup from the cabinet and started filling a kettle with water, “Hello Roach.”

Roach got the tea leaves and honey, nodding in acknowledgement.

Ghost boiled the water and poured it into their cups, while taking a spoonful of honey and dissolving it into his tea. He scratched behind Simba’s ears and sat down at an empty table, rolling up his mask to his nose to enjoy his tea, 1700 on the dot. Roach sat at another table with Gaz and Price, listening in to their conversation. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor was heard as the chair opposite him was pulled out, then occupied by the new sergeant. 

“Having some five-o-clock tea, are ye?”

“Best part of the day.” Ghost eyed Soap’s drink, “Can’t say I like coffee as much though.”

“I’d say the same fer yer tea, ye fucking brits.”

“My tea doesn’t taste like shit, for one.”

“Oi! Me coffee don’ taste like shite, ay dinnae call yer tea shite tae yer face, dae ay?”

“English, Mactavish.”

“Go fuck yer tea, coffee’s great.”

“To you Scots.”

“An the res’ o’ the fuckin’ world, ye sulkin’ bastard.”

Ghost resisted the urge to roll his eyes and went back to enjoying his tea while Johnny discussed his thoughts and theories on the upcoming mission, most of which Ghost had already considered, but it was good to hear it from another perspective. Since they weren’t informed if the Mexican forces had prowler, Ghost spent most of the time listening to speculations about what kinds of prowlers they might have, including- 

“a taco lizard, why not?”

“Johnny, that’s not an animal.”

“My ma said if ay didn’t finish my food, a lizard would steal it. Legends and myth class, ya know.”

“There’s no taco lizard legend.”

“Said who? Ye an expert on legends and myths now are ye?”

“What do you even call it?”

“A taco lizard?”

“A walking taco.”

“...please no.”

“knock knock.”

“No-”

“That’s an order, sergeant.”

“...who’s there?”

“Interrupting ghost.”

“Interrupting ghost who?”

“....”

“...wow. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it.”

“Feeling stressed? Make a nice, big cup of hot tea. And use your enemies as a tea bag.”

“...what the fuck?”

“you know my dad is in the garden.”

“Really?”

“You’ll have to dig to find him though.”

“Si-”

ending on a happy note 😊

[fixfoxnox]

Luke's Updated Giant COD AU List

Dropping this tonight so everyone can take the time and figure out what you want to order lol

Story-Driven

These AU's have one storyline that they follow. Requests for one-shots/drabbles are welcome, the one-shots/drabbles will fit within that storyline and add to the overall story. Non-canon requests are welcome.

Ultranationalist Roach (Roach/Everyone)

Roach is betrayed by Shadow Company and left for dead. He survives, but gets dishonorably discharged from the military for trying to speak out against the men who tried to kill him. When he's discharged, he and several other men who left the military following him, form the American Ultranationalist party.

After an assassination attempt that leaves Roach and Jackson the only two remaining leaders of the party alive, the ultranationalists quickly become more violent to get to their goals and are soon branded terrorists, with the 141 being sent to bring down Roach.

Despite the fact that the men are trying to kill him, Roach decides that they're all rather gorgeous, and he wouldn't mind having them around, so he devises a plan to slowly kidnap the team and form a little harem for himself, starting with one Vladimir Makarov.

Cartel! Rudy AU (Rudy/Alejandro)

Alejandro is struggling to keep the Cartel from fully taking over Las Almas. Valeria is making big moves and slowly gaining ground on Los Vaqueros in a way that can't be controlled. So when the power of the cartel in the area begins to shift, Alejandro takes notice.

At the same time, he finds himself distracted by the husband of a rich new man in Las Almas. He finds himself absolutely taken with Rodolfo Parra and, despite his troubles at the time and Rudy's marriage, he finds himself beginning an affair with the man.

However, he soon begins to grow suspicious of Rudy's husband. The cartel's power is shifting and it seems to coincide with the appearance of Rudy and his "always busy" husband. Does the suspicious timing of their appearance mean that Rudy's husband is a new player in the world of the Las Almas cartel? Or is it someone closer than Alejandro expects? (Spoiler: it's Rudy lol)

Letters To Love (Soap/Roach)

With Roach's family planning to marry him off, he decides to try to save himself by pretending to be engaged to a foreign king. He begins sending letters to sell the story, not realizing that the letters he assumed would get dumped are actually being sent to King John MacTavish. When the Royal family forces him to send an actual letter to the king, the last thing he expects is for the man to show up to actually claim him as his fiance.

Soap MacTavish is everything Roach shouldn't want, yet he finds himself falling for the man quicker than he expects. Lucky for him, Soap is already in love with him thanks to his letters. Happiness won't come easy for them though as they have to navigate cultural differences, traditions, and a creepy prince who is determined to have Roach for himself.

The Kind Hand of Death (Ghost/Roach/Soap)

Ghost is the god of death. Since the moment he was born into the world he was bound to be hated and despised by most because of his job. They do not see death as anything other than cruel. His temples, built in the early days as an attempt to please him, fall into ruins. Unlike the other gods, he has no followers.

The good in his life, too good in the opinion of many of the other gods, is his husband. Soap is the god of many things, but many hail him as the god of life. He is beloved by the gods and people alike and, though he loves his husband, he does not understand him. Soap does not know what it is to be hated by a world that you care for so deeply and, though Ghost hates to admit it, all that he wants more than anything is someone who understands him.

So when a young man stumbles into one of his temples with an offering, Ghost finds himself showing himself to the mortal and asking him to become his priest. The mortal is kind to him in a way he'd never experienced and he quickly finds himself drawn away from the other gods to bask in the mortal's affection. Of course, it would only be a matter of time until someone notices and though his husband is kind he can also be incredibly cruel.

(AKA IM BACK ON MY THANATOS/EROS AU BULLSHIT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE FOR A BIT)

One-Shot/Drabble Driven:

These AUs are meant primarily for one-shots/drabbles. They have no cohesive story and, as such, we are free to play with the ideas however we want!

Compound AU

Roach's father was extremely paranoid/anti-government and spread that mindset to his mother. Before Roach was born they locked their entire family (his parents and three older brothers) into their family farm that his father had turned into a survivalist compound. Roach was born and raised here, but at the age of 18, he escaped and went to his Aunt, Kate Laswell, for help. He ends up joining the military and eventually, Laswell introduces him to the 141 when they need someone they can trust for a more secretive mission.

Anima AU

This world has little creatures called Anima who are essentially super-powered protectors who are born with the purpose of protecting their human. Roach is Ghost's mischievous Anima who has taken a liking to one of his teammates, Soap. It's all good though, because Ghost also has a thing for Soap.

Dragon Au

Soap and Ghost are bonded dragons who feel like they are missing something from their bond. They eventually find it in the prince of a nearby kingdom, Roach. They "kidnap" him and bring him back to their land to join their relationship. Roach is chill with it cause Soap and Ghost are good cuddlers and they let him roam around the woods.

However, word of Roach being taken spreads around and Soap and Ghost are forced to defend him against endless numbers of princes and knights coming to try to rescue him. Not only that, but a black scaled dragon in the woods near their castle has taken a liking to their bonded and keeps trying to steal him!

Luckily for them, they also have plenty of time to be fluffy cute boyfriends and occasionally get visits from their various dragon friends!

Monster AU

Ghost is a very very powerful hybrid (offspring of a demon and vampire) who has just been brought on to the 141, a specialized military team filled only with monsters. He's typically used to the people that he works with being scared shitless of him, so he isn't prepared in the slightest for the 141.

There is Price and Gaz. Price almost takes on a fatherly role to him, the older reaper showing no sign of fear of him at all. In fact, the older man keeps occasionally slipping him an extra blood bag with his meals, constantly checking in to make sure he's eating properly. Gaz is a rather unassuming nymph who, despite not looking like much, can be absolutely terrifying when he wants to. Which is usually when someone fucks with the plants that he's growing on base. He doesn't seem to even realize how dangerous Ghost is, constantly asking him questions about the little plant he keeps in his room and occasionally giving unprompted advice on how to care for it better.

But possibly the most confusing are the two overexcited werewolves on the team. Soap and Roach are attached at the hip, likely to be found wrestling or running around like excited puppies just as often as they can be found trying to get in each other's pants wherever the fancy takes them. Ghost tries to steer clear of the two, their overly happy and excitable nature making him want to keep away. Unfortunately for him, its like the two men have become somehow attached to him, almost always following him around like lost puppies, begging for his attention.

He was expecting fear from his team, not two over grown dogs to decide he was their new owner!

Pirate AU

Ghost and Soap are the most fearsome pirates on the seas, known for robbing and pillaging any merchant ships that they set their eyes on. Kidnapping, ransoms, robbery, and just general high seas hijinks are normal for them, and any person setting out on the Sea knows that if you see their flag flying high, the only thing you can do is turn away and hope you escaped their notice.

Roach is the son of a wealthy aristocrat who is being sent to join one of his uncles for the summer. Unfortunately that means crossing the sea. He's sent with several guards surrounding him, but unfortunately guards mean nothing to Soap and Ghost when they spot a wealthy aristocrats ship. So the ship starts getting attacked and boarded.

The Captain, in an attempt to keep Roach from getting kidnapped, dresses him up as a woman, hoping it will keep Ghost and Soap from recognizing and taking him. What they don't expect is for Soap and Ghost to not care that they don't recognize Roach, because they can tell that the "woman" they're looking at is an aristocrat and they know they can just get the name of the family from one of the men/the ship. So they kidnap Roach anyways.

Now Roach is stuck on a ship with two really hot pirates who are definitely going to realize that he isn't a woman sooner or later (sooner lmao) and when they do, well who knows what they'll make him do?

Camboy/Streamer AU

Soap and Ghost are a super popular couples channel on YouTube. They're known for their fun dynamic of Emo + Sunshine and just generally how in love they are. Everyone knows them, including one dear fan of theirs, Roach. Roach watches them because he thinks they're fun and he has a fat fucking crush on both of them.

Roach himself is a gaming youtuber known for playing fps games (he plays call of duty guys), but beyond that he's also known for his NSFW content that he started for fun self confidence stuff. He posts pictures and videos, but also essentially does camboy work because he's grown fond of it and the money he makes from it is nothing to sneeze at.

During one of his streams he starts getting a shit ton of donations and like requests from this one account who are dropping like insane amounts of money on him. That same account also shows up in his gaming streams to start donating a shit ton of money too.

Anyways he doesn't know that the account is actually Soap and Ghost who found him randomly one night but now they're accidentally kinda falling for him and accidentally essentially becoming his sugar daddies.

Honeysuckle and Citrus (ABO AU)

Ghost meets his omega while on deployment in Al Mazrah, a rather interesting place to meet when he works with the military and the man he loves happens to be a crime lord in the area. Ghost/Roach focused, however can include other pairings.

NikPrice Mafia AU

Price has a bad habit of sleeping with the wrong people. When one of your exes becomes a terrorist, another tries to kill you, and another just turns out to be an asshole, you eventually start to wonder if you're the problem. So Price has sworn off sleeping with people.

At least he swears off sleeping with people until he runs into a handsome Russian man who saves his ass while he's working an undercover mission. Said handsome Russian man and a rather compromising position, end up with him breaking his rule and hoping for the best. But nothing could ever work out in his favor.

Of course, it would be his luck that he would sleep with the head of the Russian mafia. Now the man's in love with him and using his knowledge on the terrorist they've been hunting to try to get Price to marry him.

CEO/Single Parent AU

Ghost and Soap are the ceos of a highly successful business that they started together. The two are the power couple of the business world. They work together seamlessly and any choices they make, they make together. So it makes perfect sense that both of them would fall for their shared secretary, Roach.

Subtle flirting isn't getting them anywhere, but they're determined to have Roach in their relationship. They're soon to realize, though, that they'll be getting a bit more than they bargained for when they learn that Roach is the single parent to a mischievous five-year-old girl.

Hijinks ensue as Soap and Ghost try to gain the favor of both Roach and his daughter. They may have a little bit of help along the way from Roach's daughter who wants nothing more than chaos and to see her mom be happy. (Trans!Roach btw)

SoapRoachGhost Mafia AU

Soap and Ghost are the heads of the mafia and have been leading together for years. They've also been married for years. They've been content with their relationship, that is until they get a new weapons dealer for their mafia after their last one fucked up.

Their weapons dealer just so happens to have the prettiest man they've ever seen as his husband. After making efforts to get to know the man's husband, Roach, at several get togethers, they devise a plan to take Roach's husband out of the picture and have Roach for themselves.

General AUs I'll Write:

This is just a quick list of general AUs that I will write if you ask for them. You can request them with any situation and any ship and I'll be more than willing to write it! If you see something not on this list and you're curious on if I'll write it, just send an ask or dm and I'll let you know! You can request these for a ship or for an x reader idea!

AUs I'll Write:

Monster AU (Any monsters! Any creatures! I am a monster fucker!)

College AU

Mafia AU

Celebrity AU

ABO AU

Fantasy AU

Youtuber/Streamer AU

Cowboy AU

Historical AU (I do have a degree in history 😈 )

[drifternox]

A very short OCxCanon ship comic ft. my oc, Roadkill, Roach, and a tiny bit of (badly sketched) Graves

Roach is using ASL here. It was very quickly referenced and sketched so if it's horribly wrong I sincerely apologize.

Context if you want it is under here 👇

in a COD au my friend, Way @catharsistxt, and I developed, Roach (cause we miss the guy) and Gray (his character) are (were) members of Shadow Company and Roadkill is from a separate PMC that worked alongside them for a time.

The three became a trio, even if Roadkill definitely has something wrong with it that's way above the average 'something wrong with that one' scale.

and then unfortunately for everyone, including the two involved, Roadkill and Graves start being.....something.

Bonus background on Roadkill though:

In the PMC Roadkill is in, the company is originally and heavily inspired by SCP/Delta Green and things along those lines. Roadkill is it's name as an operative/agent under it. Names don't repeat, and whether or not they are genuinely their real names or not depends on how much legal trouble they could be in. Most do not and will not know another agent's real name. So far all intents and purposes, that is their real name.

Roadkill just made it easier for them to give it a new real name because it was a friendly that a squad found unconscious on the side of the road following an opera.

[cielcreations]

The Last of Us GhostSoap AU

Just a little GhostSoap AU for y'all.

Y'all thought I was just MCYT? Nah, multifandom babbbbby XD

Ghost works as a smuggler and meets up with Roach, his partner. They catch up with a man who stole their weapons, but before they kill him, the man says they can get double the profit. All they have to do is smuggle his man to the Shadow Company, the people he gave the stolen weapons to.

The man is none other than our man Soap.

While sneaking out, Ghost and Roach realize Soap is infected, but Soap reassures them he's immune, that's why he needs to go to the Shadow Company. Well, they arrive at the location but see all the men are dead and Roach tells Ghost he has to get Soap to the Shadow Company.

Ghost is reluctant, but does so, much to Soap's annoyance. He doesn't want to be stuck with "a skull obsessed weirdo" for who knows how long! Ghost ignores this, throws Soap over his shoulder, and carries him away.

At first, the journey is a bit rocky and lots of arguing and near death experiences. But, they start bonding. Ghost reveals that Roach is actually his ex, but they broke up due to the stress of the outbreak. Soap reveals he was visiting family when the outbreak happened and that he and his mom got bit. While she turned and died, he didn't, and that's how he knew.

They fall in love and when they eventually reach the Shadow Company and Ghost finds out they have to kill Soap to possibly find a cure, Ghost refuses. He goes badass mode and saves Soap and takes him home. They had talked about living in a meadow, all domestic and homelike.

And that's what they'll do.

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That's it. Don't have a true planned out story for this, but the idea has been on my mind so boom.

[boxofthings]

A lil masterlist of my COD stuff for organization purposes

My AO3

Fics:

With the Liver and Bowel Broken Into Pieces (GhostRoach hurt/comfort w/injured!Roach + development of their relationship) 8k words

In a Lover's Eye is the Foremost Beauty (GhostRoach holiday fluff + Ghost being emo but soft) 3k words

Ficlets/Requests:

Roach-centric fic recs

GhostRoach:

Matching Gear (fluff)

Injured Ghost + FNG!Roach

Retired domesticity (fluff)

Post-mission hurt/comfort (smut)

GhostSoapRoach:

Hornet's Nest w/injured Roach (angst)

Random rambles/hcs:

GhostRoach:

Reboot!Roach as a Shadow Company soldier

More Shadow!Roach GhostRoach AU

Love languages

Affection HCs

Mute!Roach

SoapRoach:

09 Timeline angst

[princeguri66]

Hi! I don’t know if you are still doing requests or wanting to but I saw a post asking for writing ideas and I’ve been searching for a specific fic or just something to read. I don’t do this at all so I’m sorry if I get anything wrong really.

Further explanation on request below!

I’ve been searching for something along the lines of a poly141 x reader (+roach, I don’t know if you write him. The want and need for him is inhuman I swear but if you don’t it’s okay!) but then with the soulmate au. I have seen some but I haven’t seen a poly one yet and I’ve been craving for one. Starving. 😭

The ones that are floating around that I’ve read so far with cod and soulmate au goes around with names and colours, I have even seen a really good AleRuby x reader soulmate au one on AO3 with ‘the first words/sentece your soulmate says to you trope’ (I don’t know if h should say trope or if it is**) but I’ve been imagining a soulmate au where we have the reader who’s in the military getting these thoughts and emotions of her soulmates and just being confused as to why shes hearing IT GIRL (I fully believe Roach would listen cunty music and I fight for it) in one ear and being scolded in the other or even feeling the sudden emotion of anger or sadness or at times none at all.

I can see them just standing in there teams kitchen in front of a toaster butt ass in the morning, trying to eat only to be bombarded by emotions or thoughts. I can see them trying to get through a meeting but can’t focus because of one there soulmates it’s just pulling out the roast on someone just roast them and it being unhindged as hell or just once day they are trying to shower and suddenly.

“Oh my god, he fell out of the helicopter.”

“Oh my god. I fell out of the helicopter.”

Like, the reader who’s been trying the get the shampoo out of there eyes is just: 💀

All the while the 141 are completely clueless that they have a sixth to there group just out there hearing the latest gossip on a recruit about how they fucked an entire family tree without knowing they did. Just one day they are having a quiet morning and no one’s said anything and then they finally hear the reader and it’s just them thirsting.

“Like damn, I can go for a good fuck too.”

And there Ghost is telling Soap it’s way too fucking early to be thinking of that 🙄 and he’s like ‘no, no, that ain’t me.’ And everyone is also saying it’s not them so they are all just sitting or standing there taking in the information that there is, in fact, someone missing in the group. It’s just dawning on them that there are thoughts and emotions that have been looked over and through to be one of theres or someone else’s in the group.

Reader is over hear wanting to know how a recruit was even able to get with both the mother, father and the sister and brother even there grandma and still not find out years later like??? Drop the tea.

But make it better by just added the reader to the Shadow company, being Philip’s favourite soldier. where Graves is also just do his shit in his offices and reader is there. Complain about how there soulmates are out getting Burger King and they also want Burger King. Him having to put up with it and just like wondering how he can help his soldier at two in the morning while having to finish his papers.

“Okay, we’ll go get McDonalds.”

“Burger king!’

“No, it’s to far, McDonalds has the good smoothies I like.”

“Fine but we’re going in that pink jeep the shadows make for you then. Oh and we can wear our pink gear or outfits!”

“Absolutely not, we are taking the truck.”

“No. Pink jeep and you can listen to Red Solo cup by Toby Keith with your cowboy hat but you still need to wear your pink shirt tho.”

“Deal.”

Like, the poly141 group are just like: How did we even miss this???

And finally they figure they are just going to keep track on what they hear then they take notice of the very consistent themes.

“Yup Yup.”

Or even

“If he weren’t my Commander, I’d be owning his ass all night.”

And they haven’t the slightest clue on where to begin searching.

Until finally, they meet the shadow company and all they hear is: Yup Yup.

Ps. The whole soulmate: thoughts and emotions au, I figured to just make it so they can’t say each others or there names or even code names just to make finding each other harder.

LSST(TO PUT IT SHORT): Poly141 x reader soulmate au where they are hear each others thoughts and emotions and 141 who didn’t know about the reader find out they have a 6th lover by hearing them thirst for the commander aggressively 😔

I’m sorry if I got to specific, my imagination has been through the roof lmao. This doesn’t need to be done, don’t feel pressured to actually do this request if you don’t want to please. Thank you for your moment!

I would love to do this for you since it's such an incredible concept but I noticed you used "she/her" when explaining the reader and I exclusively write male/masc readers. Your idea sounds real solid so either you try writing yourself or go find someone who writes for fem readers. Good luck!

[8-rae-rae-8]

ALSO I JUST SAW YOUR LITTLE COMMENT ABOUT ROACH HOW DARE /aff

But oh my god. If Mactavish asked about Rowch to Soap with Ghost in the room it’d probably cause Ghost to shut down emotionally. Roach’s supposed death (going w/ ur GravesRoach au where Graves saved Roach but still had to fake his death) is a sensitive topic for Ghost as I imagine he was close by or injured and unable to save him. Roach was like another Brother to Ghost and the guilt of being unable to save another brother destroys him.

THE POTENTIAL.

Them being completely unaware of the fact that Roach is safe, and happy, but in shadow company... Unknowingly fighting friends.

That reunion would be bloody and tear filled

I imagine maybe Ghost and Roach would genuinely get into a fist fight, until each other were bloody, then hug and cry. With so so many sorries on both sides

I wonder how they'd react learning that Roach genuinely cares for Graves, and would try to explain how he just followed orders and was just as distraught about betraying them as they were about being betrayed.

(ignoring MWIII)

Ghost knows what it's like to have to follow orders he disagreed with, but also knows that Shepherd would slash anyone who stepped in his way. Which put in perspective why Graves did what he did. For his life, and his men.

Maybe that's why they didn't all die in Las Almas, because Graves knew what he was doing. He could've found them, he knew they're location I'd bet. But he didn't want to do it.

[simonxriley]

so y'know how my fic 'when the world falls' is kinda like a everyone lives au type of thing? anyways i'm changing how Ghost and Roach dies (and Liz), i'm not having them be set on fire. after replaying the game i realized it wouldn't work out bc Shepherd and shadow company stay a little too long for my liking. so there just gonna get shot.

everything else will stay the same. tho how am i gonna keep Yuri alive? he gets shot in the head 😅