#the cod alliance

[belovedgamers]

Time for a challenge! Here's a hotbar fic based on these flash fic proposals by @redwinterroses.

There was a book. No, there will be a book. No, there is a book; it tells tales. It speaks, it sings, it reads of vanity and memory, betrayals and meetings. It says: bountiful luck, a prosperous land, a king, a soul, a father. 

You and Fate, you and I, you and chaos and—

There is. There was. Do you hear that? It’s coming.

vi.

Her old crowns are discarded, as are her royal robes. Her bedroom almost meets the same fate —the oceansong felt too far away— but she spares it. 

The tailors are hard at work, weaving sea and lotus silk. The architects are raising ceilings. The musicians have new songs: she’s been found, she’s right here, all along…

Endless, beautiful blue stares back from the mirror.

xiv.

His home has no churches. 

Holiness walks with him, see. It follows everywhere they go, everywhere anyone goes, as long as there’s belief. He drags dirt, sacred, across his chest in hello, and the waters outside sing back: hello, hello, welcome.

Stone has no place in worship, he knows. Sacred halls are for other people and their banners, red and gold.

But he’s desperate.

x.

The King is sick, that much everyone knows. 

“These should make things easier,” his friend says. Her hair is piled high atop her head, and pearls glimmer from within those endless loops. What a terrifying world; she doesn’t strain one bit from the miracle. “You’ll be okay.”

Neither candle nor sandstone stops singing. The horizon looms scarlet.

What are you trying to tell me?

xxiii.

Black and red, a bruise, he’s a dark splotch against the grass, obscene and impossible. 

“I’m just dropping by.”

The father —not yet a boy— has learned his lesson. He doesn’t turn a friendly back on the stain. “What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing. Why would I want anything? Can’t a simple farmer come in to see a friend?”

He sighs. “Aren’t you tired?”

v.

“Only good things,” he promises, appeasing. His smile is small and terrible. “Only good things.”

She feels the ghost of his blade on her neck. The ache remains even as the water washes everything away in long, brutal rivers. The weight on her head is missing, not given but taken.

“It was a game,” she tells him, herself. 

He won’t look at her. Right.

xix.

“You’ll be there, right?”

He doesn’t raise his head from his notes when he asks, only listens out for the telltale squeak-squeak of his friend’s movement. Outside, birdsong. Inside, their song.

“Are you joking?” is the answer. He hums along to a rhyme, and tries his flute for the next. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good,” he says. “Don’t miss your cue.”

vii.

“Are you sure?” he asks. Even with his belly full, he looks hungry. “I mean, I think we have to be sure.”

“Look at me,” she says. He takes her claws in hand. “What else do you need?”

Small as a guppy, he says, “Do you remember anything new?”

“No,” she admits. “You?”

The quiet sings. Then, not like himself,  “Music. I remember music.”

xiii.

She’s here for light and sound again, all those lively arches. Her wings, delicate, shake with every strike of white against dirt. “Aren’t you going to try?”

He swallows down a cough. She’s a friend, yes, but she gossips. “I don’t need it. I’m perfectly content.”

She makes a disappointed noise, unladylike. It doesn’t surprise him anymore. “Really? You could make a funny rule.”

xvii.

The grief rocks him as much as the earthquake does. He can’t think, at first, then he can only wonder, only fear. Horror tightens around his teeth. 

“Where are you?”  read all his unsent letters. “Where are you?”

There are people to feed, to rescue, to heal. Ships and debris line up the coast like river stones.

Joel swallows, and sets his heart aside.

[xkaru-karux]

introducing…

The Sirens

we got Lizzie as the vocalist, because of course, Jimmy as guitarist and frontman, Pix as the bassist, and Joel as the drummer, obviously

fun things about them:

jimmy was the one who came up with the idea of the band and originally wanted to name them codvengers (lizzie refused)

they’re known to be go friends of oli (who is a famous solo artist in this au), and frequently work with him

pix is pearl’s older brother, he was also her bass mentor when she first started out

the sirens came after the wither roses, jimmy claims he had the idea to make a band before fwhip (this is false)

seepekay is the manager, bless his poor soul

[teethcollection]

(CLICK FOR QUALITY!!!! i made it WAY too small lol)

enjoy this drawing that got wayyyyyyyyy out of hand. closeups under the cut!

[guettaes]

not so long ago I thought that you might have asked yourself why Alejandro is not a Zandalari troll if he is almost a Mayan race. I have an idea. I'll stay Lightforged draenei but there will be a choice, maybe I'll stick with what I invented months ago. but I'm curious which one you choose.

alejandro wich should be?<-

[blackrosebishop]

-- "You're going to get what you deserve."

[diejager]

Puppy reader who is teething and her teeth feels very itchy so she constantly needs to chew on something and monster!Konig tentacles are her favorite things to chew on bc they're kinda rubbery, soft and taste funny...

- 🐮

Cw: teething, biting, sea food???, tell me if I missed any.

Ghost had been your handler for the past year, having to train and teach you everything you’d need to work with them. He’d seen your lows as often as your highs, from a whining pup, moaning about not receiving enough pets or kisses or treats, seemingly almost missing something, to an energetic mutt, bouncing off the walls and running laps at the prospect of praises and affection. 

He’d seen it all, every little moment you had that had him strain against the limit of his patience as a competent handler. And despite your age, far from being a young puppy with frail limbs and limp ears, you could act as on: whining, crying, barking until something - someone - gave you the attention you needed, but he’d never seen you do… this.

It was unusual for you to be this mouthy, teeth itching to sink into something, your teeth bared and snarling when anyone tried to take the object from your mouth. Ghost had bought you toys, boxes filled with softer chew toys rather than the hard plastic of a shoe or the metal bite of utensils, but you worked through them faster than he could provide. Perhaps you were bored of the repeated drills despite dogs being creatures of habit, or you were lacking activity, he was getting busier with all the reports and paperwork he had to fill in for Price. Especially with another PMZ being called for a joint alliance.

He worried that they’d pose a danger to you, so young and naive to how others could treat you as a hybrid, he had both Gaz and Soap follow you —or rather, you follow them; but when he saw you perk up at the sight of a giant man and another hybrid, a scarred tiger, Ghost felt his shoulders tense. You just had to find interest in a man - could he even be a man with how big he was? - heads taller than him, broad and dangerous. You had completely forgotten his orders, trailing behind the giant like a lost pup, tail wagging and eyes bright. 

You’d go missing for hours upon hours, leaving the Task Force as worried as they were confused, lost without the small ball of sunshine around them. They would go looking for you, asking around until they eventually found you curled up and asleep on your bed, your snoring echoing softly in Ghost’s room. It went on like that for the week and the next, only finding you in the Mess Hall or your bed, not knowing where you went during these long breaks. 

Until- until Gaz had found you straddling the giant’s - König’s - lap, you face covered in a thin layer of mucus and gnawing on a tentacle, long and dark and viscous. Ghost was livid, König being an octopus hybrid - however odd that sounded - and how at ease you both felt to let each other be so physically close to one another. Granted, you were a sociable hybrid, which seemed to bother him less than the sight of you biting on a König’s tentacle.

He knew you were somehow teething, but it bothered him how you were dealing with it with someone else instead of coming to him for a solution. Ghost would have to talk to you later.

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[quilldesignz]

The Mad King of Mezalea | The Last Member of The Cod Alliance

[pinketine]

And when he woke up and the one person he did everything for was dead and he wasn't? 😁😁😁

Speaking of Empires s1

We don't talk enough about the the story of the cod alliance ends

LIKE, through out the entire series, they all stuck together and never betrayed each other.

Pix has been missing for a long time by the time of the finale

Joel is confirmed to have fucking died

Lizzie loses her memories again

Jimmy has immense guilt over causing the end of the world, and losing the codfather title, but would that guilt still be there after he loses his memories as well? Cause that's going to happen to him again

I just jhskjshd I think about them a lot

[criminalamnesia]

watching survivor and thinking about the cod men playing.

simon’s all muscle— and although he’s quiet, he’s menacing, strong, and no stranger to hard work. he cracks the occasional bad joke and that’s why the others take a shining to him (that, and he single-handedly built the shelter). if he didn’t make it to the end based on his survival/athletic ability, I feel like he’d be voted out in the middle-towards-the-end of the game. he’s a threat, after all— and because he’s a closed book, he doesn’t have many alliances.

johnny’s cocky. he’s one of the guys taking off his shirt and grinning widely, showing off the muscles he’s worked hard for. definitely a showboat— and a sore loser, too. definitely loves the drama and lies for the hell of it. joins multiple alliances and backstabs. definitely finds the hidden immunity idol and whips that shit out at just the right moment, cackling as he hears all the votes for him and knowing they don’t count.

john’s got it all. he’s a natural leader, strongly built, and supportive of his team. he’s used to roughing it, and he easily steps in to help those with less experience. he’s so likable, and that’s what helps him get to the final few. he’s also got some strong alliances, and he’s fiercely loyal.

kyle’s a little like johnny. definitely loves the drama when he’s watching it, but if someone is coming after one of his alliance members? ooooh bitch. y’all know how kyle like straight up refused to shake graves’ hand in that one scene???? yeah that’s him with his teammates if he hears them talking shit. shuts them out and is passive aggressive. definitely cheers when the people he can’t stand gets voted off. (also I totally think kyle would be one of those survivors who says shit loudly at voting because he can’t keep it in anymore and he wants whoever it is to know he hates them lol)

[hmshermitcraft]

Prince scott was the head of rivendell

Prince scott the best ruler they ever had

Prince scott was forced to marry- WAIT WHAT!?

Scott knows for cerntain that the said no again and again about getting married every time it was brought up, how did his council even manage to do that behind his back, he himself isn't sure but being forced into it was definately not on hi to do list

Scott got put into a forced- sorry in they're words politcal marriage with Prince tango of the nether that already got a fiance prince jimmy of the cod Empire, SO WHY IN THE HELL DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN!? IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE AT ALL!!

Anyway the day that he was to meet them, safe to say he was very nervous, but as they started talking and explained the Situation to each other... Maybe they aren't that Bad?

The cod and nether empires are both smaller. They thought their marriage might, perhaps, strengthen how they appear to others. But it seems to have had little to no effect.

Scott, no matter how much he denies it, has been left in a precarious position. After the early death of his parents, followed by the sudden absconding of his brother... People can smell blood in the water. He's a strong ruler, yes, but as yet untested in war. It would be far better to prevent one entirely than test their luck.

The three of them, with their people covering such a wide range of skills, make the perfect alliance.

Jimmy and Tango are happy for Scott to go off and do his own thing. This is a political marriage, after all. If he wanted to be with someone else entirely then they don't mind! Just, as long as the public think otherwise. And for a while, Scott takes them up on that offer. He lives his life, and they live theirs.

Except they keep growing closer. And slowly, Scott is beginning to wonder if he does want to start separate from his husbands after all.

[emmster]

Okay I just remembered this was a thing, but how do each of the cod characters react to Fallen baby? I feel like Soap would find the little guy kind of cute, so would Alex. Farah would genuinely hold one as long as the fallen carrying them said it was fine. I honestly just love this imagery.

SMOLLEN!

Soap was risen before Twilight gap and is unfortunately a bit weary first of the fallen in the tower. Probably would be afraid of holding it at first. Isn’t aware too much of what’s going on with the alliances part other than what the young wolf has been able to tell him. (Soap works primarily with Hive missions)

Ghost I think would think they’re cute and be ok with holding one (he was an uncle after all). He wouldn’t admit it outright he’ll just show up one day with a smollen he promised to babysit. Soap and Price would look at him weird. And Ghost would carry on like he’s not holding a little alien baby.

Farah would find them absolutely adorable and would be a strong voice for an alliance with the Eliksni for sure. Alex supports Farah 100% too. Gaz is hesitant at first but knows about the growing alliance between the two races and eventually comes around.

Price finds them adorable but is also kind of afraid of hurting them being a Titan and all.

[xkaru-karux]

i did it, i did the thing

the wither rose alliance band au is real and it’s here

they’re called the wither roses

fwhip is the frontman, singer and guitarist, gem is the lead guitarist, pearl is the bassist and sausage is the drummer

scott is their stressed out manager and katherine is their makeup artist

the cod allience is their rival band (idk what to do for a name)

[guettaes]

there is a little problem. World of warcraft + call of duty Soap needs help. I don't know which species it belongs to. now it will be that I can choose which one to have, which one will be the most, but I will have to choose this again and again. there will also be a horde version to make sure that is also an option. then I will choose the ability (maybe).

I thought for so long which one fits. but i don't know!

you can choose any. whoever has more wins and there will be another election.

help me XD

if you don't know world of warcraft races. then feel free to watch videos to see how they look or as pictures. :)

horde side choise. <-

[thedovesaredying]

Flames of Green | CoD x GoT/HotD | Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish | Part 1.

Artwork by Elizabeth

You're the heir to the Iron Throne, the eldest child of the current king with the blood of the Targaryens flowing through your veins. Unfortunately, you're due to be married off to a mysterious Northern lord by the name of John MacTavish. At least your closest friend and member of your guard, Simon Riley, will be by your side throughout it all.

A/N: I'm back in my House of the Dragon era, so I'm mixing hyperfixations. The Cannibal doesn't get enough love, he's a nasty bastard and he deserves to cause some chaos. It will eventually be a Ghost x Reader x Soap relationship and likely a bit of a slowburn. Literally just for my own entertainment, but I hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: None

Masterlist: CoD Masterlist

Next

It’s times like this that you mourn the loss of your youth. Forced to sit in silence while discussions are held by old men around a table, weighing up the advantages and disadvantages of your future marriage to every potential high lord in Westeros. Your opinion is never considered, let alone asked for by any of your father’s advisors, your compliance expected regardless.  

If you had been born a man you could have your pick of any woman in the kingdom to take as a wife, but instead, you’re forced to simply accept whatever man is placed in front of you. Such is the burden of being the princess and heir to House Targaryen. You will be made to give up the right to rule the kingdom to the high lord assigned to you, never to touch the ever-elusive Iron Throne that should have been yours by right.  

You had never really taken the prospect of marriage too seriously in your youth, always considering it a problem for the you of the future to deal with. You didn’t care to forge lasting alliances with other ladies and lords, too busy dragging your poor best friend, Simon, through the gardens and dirtying your extravagant dresses. 

But those days were over. 

Talk of wedding a powerful lord and bringing forth the next line of Targaryen children is all that fills your ears now. You’re forced to entertain every man, young and old, that wishes to gain your favour with a polite smile and feigned interest. You don’t even have your dear Simon to offer you his companionship and a break from the cruel realities of the world. No doubt he would have entertained you with his dry remarks about each man set before you.  

It has been years since you last saw Simon. He was taken from the Red Keep by his father and sent to squire for another lord in the hopes of teaching him the art of warfare. Lord Riley was a foul man, constantly berating his son for spending his time with the Princess rather than roughhousing with his fellow boys. He considered the boy too soft and squeamish at the sight of blood to make a good future lord of their keep.  

You disagreed, of course, Simon was perfect just the way he was; gentle and kind to all those around him. Your friend couldn’t hurt a fly, but he was still one of the bravest people you knew.  

You dread to think just how much he would have hated being drawn into battles, forced to kill other men with his own hands. The letters he occasionally wrote to you always steered clear of depicting the violence you were certain he must have been subjected to, but you’re far from naive enough to hope he has yet to participate in any bloodshed. As the years dragged on, word from him has grown scarce, however, to the point where you can hardly remember when you heard from him last.  

What you do know, is that he had been sent to offer assistance in maintaining peace throughout the Stepstones, killing raiders and pirates that would endanger trade routes to King’s Landing.  

But that was almost six months ago, and there has been little else to soothe your vexed nerves over his safety. He had made a promise to you the day he left, that once his training was done he would return to your side, this time as a knight who would offer himself to your Queen’s Guard once the time was right. Never again would he leave you, more than happy to forfeit the ruling of his own homeland if it meant he could keep you safe.  

You had clung to that promise every day for years after his departure, but with each passing moment it become harder to hold out hope of seeing him again. After all, what is one promise between children in the grand scheme of things?  

It’s a blessing when you’re finally relieved from the meeting, escaping from the suffocating air within the council chambers and fleeing to the safety of your room. You don’t even pause to ensure one of your guards is following you, getting straight to stripping from your dress and replacing it with your riding gear.  

As the carriage carries you away from the city and toward the Dragon Pit your nerves begin to settle. The constant odour of sweat and excrement quickly gives way to fresh air the further away you get. It’s a beautiful day, with hardly a cloud in the sky and wildflowers blooming all along the road. It’s a genuine shame that your day has started so poorly, otherwise you’d have loved to wander the palace gardens and enjoy the midday sun.  

The ground is rocky outside of the dragon pit, and you’re jostled around a bit until the carriage comes to a stop. Although this is your destination, the dragon you seek is not here. Your dragon is far too large to be housed within the Pit.  

Unlike your younger sister, you were not blessed by the Gods to have your dragon egg hatch while you were in the cradle. All throughout your childhood you sat next to it and prayed for the hatchling to come forth, promising you would care for the creature and love it more than anything. But the baby dragon never arrived.  

Many said that it was a sign from the Gods, that you were unfit to be the heir if even your own dragon refused to hatch for you. It was a heavy sentence hanging around your neck, weighing you down and making you feel as though you are worthless, despite the fact you have more power than most of the people laughing at your situation.  

None of them are laughing now.  

You see your dragon stretched out atop one of the nearby ridges. He’s so large that his wings and tail drape over the edge of the rocks, entirely unconcerned by the humans fearfully gathered beneath him as he snoozes away in the warmth of the sun. His scales are like coal, absorbing every ray of sunshine that he can.  

The Cannibal may not be as large as Vhagar, but he’s far older and, as many would argue, far meaner than the old girl. Where most dragons have vibrant, golden eyes, you’re greeted by a pair of sinister green the moment you draw near. His go-to reaction to most things is aggression, and you’ve seen many people meet their end in a blast of emerald flame for merely disturbing him.  

It’s for that precise reason you’re stunned to see someone standing beside the grumpy old beast. There’s only one person other than yourself who could get anywhere near the Cannibal without immediately being swallowed whole. The man pauses his rubbing of your dragon’s scales the moment he sees you, only to earn a displeased whack from the Cannibal’s snout. You bite your lip to force down the grin that’s threatening to spread across your face when the man drops down to one knee, his head bowed respectfully.  

“Lord Riley,” you nod, “I do believe that’s my dragon you’re touching.” That earns a groan from the Cannibal, his massive head twisting away from you both, as though already bored of the conversation.  

“A thousand apologies, princess,” Simon grins, his eyes sparkling with mirth, “your dragon was growing impatient.” The dragon in question huffs, his tail twitching like an agitated cat.  

Simon looks so different from the last time you saw him. He’s both taller and broader, completely filled out with muscles. When he stands again, you’re face to face with the rather intimidating bone mask adorning his face. You’re not certain if it’s real bone, but at that moment you could have cared less, throwing yourself at the large man.  

He catches you easily, holding you tightly against his larger body. It’s entirely improper and if anyone other than your guards witnessed such an interaction there would no doubt be whispers abound. Perhaps it’s a good thing Simon decided to meet you somewhere so private.  

“When did you get back?” you ask, leaning back just long enough to look him in the eye.  

“We docked late last night,” he answers, and you can feel the way his chest rumbles with each word. His deep voice soothes something within you, your stress dissipating like mist at dawn. “We received word that the King’s Guard now has an open position,” he continues, and then much to your shock adds, “I’m here to fill that position.”  

You pull away from him almost completely, only your hands still gently curled around his gauntlets, “but I heard that your father was recently taken ill, don’t you need to return home?”  

While the mask hides the majority of Simon’s face, you can still see the way the skin around his eyes crinkles slightly, “I made a promise to serve my future Queen,” he takes your hand from his arm and presses the back of your palm to where his lips are beneath his mask, “if you’ll have me, princess.”  

You can feel your face burning with the intensity with which Simon stares at you. “I’m certain my father will be delighted to have such a well-regarded warrior in his service,” you smile, gently pulling your hands away from the knight, despite the urge to keep holding onto him.  

Before you can continue the conversation, the Cannibal turns his head back to your again, nudging at you with an irritated huff. His breath is scalding against your skin, yet it doesn’t burn you, thankfully. You place your hand against the beast’s snout, feeling the thick scales shift under your leather gloves. “Gīda,” you coo to the dragon, waiting until he lowers his wing to the floor to provide you with a way to climb onto his back. He’s far too large for you to mount the same way you would a younger dragon.  

Once settling into the Cannibal’s saddle, you grin down at your friend, “I look forward to seeing you in the keep, my lord.” You only have the time to see Simon’s quick nod, before your dragon is leaping from the edge of the ridge, forcing an end to your conversation. You can feel his clear exasperation through your bond and ensure to give the old dragon a scratch to the neck.  

[anachronistic-cat]

now im thinking about like. a thing where people are being possessed by the ocean, and there's a few people who aren't affected, and they think Joel isn't affected because he's acting normal, turns out he's "not affected" b/c that's his normal state. maybe lizzie's whats in the water, & he brought her

or maybe whatever is in the water is like. oh fuck that's Lizzie's territory, not messing with that.

joel building a shrine to The Ocean Queen when half of hermitcraft is dealing with ocean madness is excellent. mans immune to whatever the fuck is in the water this season b/c he's already obsessed with an eldritch ocean god (who loves him)

[kaythetrashcan]

I started watching Wild life (from Lizzie's perspective mostly) and here are some alliances I'd like too in the next seasons :3

Gem, Skizz and Lizzie:

I really love Gem and Skizz's dynamic, they are adorable and I just want to see more of them.

Gem and Lizzie both have fairy vibes, with Lizzie being a more mischievous one. Both are great builders and I'd love to see their base as well as them together more.

And while Lizzie and Skizz aren't close, he mentions that he does like her in wild life and they got along really well in the imp and skizz podcast.

I like to call this group the Wilderners, bc Skizz looks like he has been living on a deserted island for a year, Gem has antlers and a foresty vibevand Lizzie was part of the fairy forest fort in Last life.

Joel and Mumbo:

I admit, I don't watch Mumbo often so maybe I'm wrong but I barely saw these 2 hang out. I know Mumbo was a Smallishbeans fan back in his CoD days and I thought it would be cute if they hanged out.

Lizzie and Grian

I'm assuming they are friends irl, as they play games together on Jimmy's streams and he was at her Halloween party, but I haven't seen them interact 1 on 1. Plus they are kinda similar l, both are mischievous, skilled at building but can be the voice of reason when needed to.

Etho, Mumbo, Lizzie and Jimmy: Joel fanclub:

This is purely for a gimmick. Lizzie is the president, Etho keeps saying he isn't in the fanclub but never actually leaves. Their base is a giant Joel head and a fire pit where they sacrifice horse every start of the episode. Jimmy falls into the pit.