Also I Love The New Werewolf Reader Chapter Is The 2nd Voice Supposed To Reprsent The Werewolf Side That

cod!dog au starting off with america's true and only patriot phillip graves.

first off he's of course one of the most popular breeds in the US and is very considerably doesn't mean he won't maul you to death, a few now covered scars on is muzzle.

his shadows are a bunch of different breeds , hell he will say he even had a cat once he isn't biased his pack is his pack don't matter what they are really to him.

he's pretty excitable but of course he keeps that under wraps he's a cocky bastard and a asshole he knows a completely different personality compared to his golden boy exterior.

i kind of need to study graves more I don' know that much about him other than his exterior if anyone's got any more thoughts etc go ahead and share em idk

but in conclusion the 141 want him turned into a rug or a coat. im uh still sort of new to tumblr if you can believe that so go easy on me..

also this is him asking for more weapons of mass destruction r you going to say no :(?

its so late at night but..i also am into siderverse and i might start posting that stuff here (also warrior cats suff in the future possibly???)

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 3 -> next

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv 

a/n; hehehehemuahauahahahahaa (also realized the abuse tw doesnt rlly apply much its more like past abuse then current so ill fix that.) also i dont believe in proofreading (im lazy) also im not good at dialogue or sticking to povs....:(

The mer was in horrible condition by the time they had located them, Sightings from swimmers, surfers, and divers anyone that could have briefly seen them.

They had finally got a lead and the team was off, It didn't take but a couple of hours to find the injured Mer it didn't seem to disturbed at our presence yet till of course it seemed to notice us finally starting to swim away.

Susan one of our head researchers loading the tranquilizer gun as we prepared things around the boat, From what he could see the mer seemed to be in worse condition on the skinnier side and scarred beyond thought possible glimpse of sunburn scars also confused him.

"Where'd ya even find da' poor ol' sap like that Gaz?"

"Around the dock was on a break..nearly thought it was a corpse till it swam away."

"Creepy.."

He nodded sighing as they started up the boat again steering themself to be on line with the mer that must of noticed they were being followed they had started at a quicker pace of swimming which no doubt was hurting there injuries even worse pulling up beside them with the both allowing Susan to take proper aim.

A first hit there tail fin when they tried to quickly surface for air which sent them into a panic he felt anxious they would get away as they got another dart ready

They seemed to feeling the dart in full effect as they tried to shake the dart off there struggles gradually weakening when Susan had already reloaded getting a good shot on there back as the mer tried to dive deeper.

Recovering there now unconscious form had been relatively easy they were on the small size of Orca mer as they were laid on the boat heading course back to the facility as the medics on board got to work with patching up some of there injuries some would need surgery to be properly stitched up and fully sanitized.

He sighed as he looked over the mer sighing as he gave a gently pat to it's tail it hurt him to see them in such a state.

"As far as our examination goes we can't get a definite age but they are a full adult, There underweight so slipping in supplements and more high fat content in there food is a must.." A medic would explain as they both watched the Orcas surgery from behind glass.

"A lot of there wounds were infected but in the early stages so recovery from them might be a easy enough process.."

"You think there wounds are the cause of them being underweight?"

"We don't think so the wounds would be much more infected than they were now if it had been from a while back.."

Gaz sighed as he shifted.

"I'll go talk with Price-"

He turned heading out as he started down the hall.

He always thought this place needed some decorations besides the main lobby and a few other rooms the hallways were bare made the place feel more sterile and void always made him shiver or maybe it was the cool A/C that the old man was so stubborn about.

It didn't take him long to reach Price around the pool area.

"Garrick, How'd it go?"

"Better than expecting there gonna be leavin' to the rehab pools soon enough..You think they'll be big enough?"

"Pretty sure we've handle Mer's bigger than em' right?"

Gaz nodded, "There pretty small mer poor thing's underweight and got a infection'"

Price hummed as he picked up what he was working on before Gaz came in.

"You heard about Shadow's Shore getting a bunch of there 'attractions' stolen?"

Shadow's Shore, God those bastards they were notorious for kidnapping or even killing merfolk for sport.

The merfolk they kidnapped were usually children easiest to grab and place into there tanks treated no more than a mindless creature they usually didn't live there entire lifespans which was still unknown for most merfolk due to people like Shadow's Shore taking them while there young just for them to die barely even adults.

Video's from the place made his blood boil forced to do tricks, Getting treats as if they were a dogs, And god that annoying baby talk.

Merfolk were basically on the same intelligence level as human even rumored to have there own general language and species specific language yet laws in a lot of places refused to see them as such allowing Shadow Shore to stay open for the money it brought in.

The merfolk that were hunted were treated like trophy kills let out into small pools where they where shot and held up to pose with the person who paid to kill them.

Gaz shivered he still remember that video that was quickly covered up by the press, That poor mer crawling desperately out of the pool trying to get away so many arrows sticking out it.

Gaz quickly shook himself out of that thought focusing back in front of him.

"Really? fuckers would of deserved it..What'd made you bring this up?"

"They lost a few of there Orca Mer's"

a/n; cutting this short here cuz its literally 1 am as i finish this part off LMAO if this isnt as good as the other ones blame 1 am kron 🫠 also loreee ! loreee! some background info into this world :))))

konig doodle

:3

idk hes easy to draw since no facial features (expect for gaz i like drawing him in priv :3 i guess i struggle w white ppl is what im saying)

working on a 141 + reader fic? thingy ...

only hint youll get

okay to be honest im feeling kind of lost on where to go with some of my fics i dont wanna rush but I still hav no idea where im going with someone these i feel so weirdly lost when stuff used to just come to me ah if anyone has any idea feel ree to share i just ugh might take a while longer to write might post something new to get the brain jogging

the devil comes in pairs

Masterlist

-> a little something based off this plot

-> creds; @renegadecantlife check them out!

tws; none rlly??

-> gn!child reader & cowboy ghost

The horse came to a stop.

"This is where we part."

"What?"

"I said I'd bring you the next town here you are."

"oh.."

"Dont be like that."

Be like what?.

You had forgotten this wasnt permanent.

'I'll drop you off at the next town alright kid?- Jesus slow down its only a piece of jerky-'

"The nuns at the orphanage are good- I think c'mon lemme help you down."

You didnt even know why you did it before you did.

You clung onto the back of him hugging him tight.

"Please dont make me go.."

He tensed that skull mask looking back at you as you buried your face into his back.

A sniffle.

"God damn it."

And here you are after a struggle with a bubble bath, and some new clothes that you got to pick out while Ghost tried to convince the shopkeeper that he was not being robbed.

Riding on the back of Wraith with Ghost heading to somewhere to meet his friends.

"Are you listening?'

"Huh?"

He huffed rolling his eyes.

"Listen I want you too behave."

"Ok!"

"Seriously."

"Mhm!"

"Are we there yet?-"

"Don't start."

It was starting to get dark the longer we went on Wraith kept a steady pace, You were getting tired leaning into Ghost's back which was way more comfortable his leather jacket even thought it was arguably rough felt just like a pillow in your tired state.

"Hey- Wake up I don' want you sliding off the saddle ain't catching you."

You mumbled something in response nodding as you just continue to drift off before falling asleep.

You woke when Wraith came to stop rubbing your eyes as you yawned flinching as Ghost had suddenly gotten off and picked you up off as well setting you on the ground.

Barely giving you any time to wake up or realize the slight ache in your back making a mental not that falling asleep on a horse is not as comfy as it seemed.

"Look i have a few rules."

"Mhmm.." You mumbled stifling a yawn as he huffed.

"Don't be nosy first off, Second off if you intend for me to let you stay with me don't go blabbing about anything you hear in there out in public to anyone, And finally don't ask questions like I said don't be nosy."

"Mhm.." You rubbed your eyes as you nodded finally waking up enough to take in your surroundings you were still deep into the forest the faint scent of smoke in the air was different though.

But you didn't have time to process as he grabbed your arm taking Wraith's reins and walking them along till the smell of smoke and food cooking.

You glanced up at Ghost whose hand rested on his pistol as a man came into view gun raised.

"Go ahead and fuck aff before I put a canyon between yer eyes-" The man spoke with a weird accent you were unfamiliar with, He seemed strange first off even more with that weirder haircut making you wonder if he lost a bet of some sort.

"Soap it's just me." Ghost spoke up seeming unbothered at the man's threat the man quickly lowered his gun with a grin.

"Holy hell Lt! Jesus it's been months!" The accented man beamed pulling Ghost into a hug he definitely disapproved of the low grumble sounding more like a pissed cat than a grown man.

The man pulled away as Ghost huffed.

"Soap-"

"And bleeding fuckin' Jesus you don' had a kid?!-" The man now known as Soap which made him even stranger had finally noticed you his sudden acknowledgment of you made you flinch back.

"Johnny there not-"

"Tsk' tsk' see I win! See Gaz said I'd be the first to knock up some gal and have a kid but ol' Ghost-" A smack on the back of the head quickly shut him up as Soap now complained about messing up his weird hair another man likely the deliverer of the slap moving form behind Soap.

A much older man than Soap and Ghost though you couldn't tell his age without looking at his face.

"Price."

"Ghost, Nice to see you in one piece" Price shook hands with the man unlike Soap who had now slinked off muttering something about telling the Gaz guy mentioned by him earlier.

Why do all of them have strange names? I mean the older man seemed normal.

Maybe they were a circus of sorts?

Though you've never seen a circus so you could really say.

You were barely paying attention to the two talking it started to sound like boring adult stuff and Price didn't seem to acknowledge your presence or at least not fawn and yell over it like the Soap guy.

You wandered off like children do when left to their own whim heading towards the smell of food honestly Ghost's jerky left much to be desired.

So first time in an outlaw gang's camp and you were already technically broken one of Ghost's rules, And thieving in someone's tent.

You'd fit in great.

a/n: uhhh might do part two or just rambles abt ghost becoming more fatherly and maybe just hcs abt the gang in general <3 anywas shout out again to @renegadecantlife for the cool idea

these fics im writing r supposed to be VERY short but ones at 1 k already 😭💀

tws; blood, death, body horror , injuries, gore + bones, canniblism, unhealthy coping mechanisms??, no use of y/n, soap focused, this is like so much more horror ish that the first i think pls be safe

a/n: another thing for shapeshifter reader but child :3 had this scenario in my head this is completely different sort of scenario than from the first shapeshifter

Shapeshifter!Reader but everything that went down that first night went even worse two corpses lay on the floor you didn't mean for it to happen it was the Monster to young to comprehend what you'd fully just done wiping the blood off you as you clawed at your mouth trying to get rid the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth.

But it's been a year since then, A year since you've taste the flesh of another person, A year since you sunk your yellowed teeth into someone's face ripping apart any semblance of identity, And a year since you've been in containment you were found quiet easily after the Police were called to your home that faithful night you were sent a rehabilitation facility then to another one and another.

Switched from place to place because they could tell something was wrong with you but finding out what was hard since every test came back human you had no pointed ears, fangs, or tail.

Another year past and the facility had long shut down a month or two now but you still lived stuck in this room Shapeshifters can be killed of course at a age of what 10? 11? You didn't have many forms and you were still so confused to how your powers exactly worked you never shifted at all despite the itch that had been boiling over.

You had roommates of course in the room to keep yourself social.

They were also stuck when the facility went into lockdown mode abandoning its lower value patients.

You were the only one left in the room now.

The room smelt horrible.

You were horrible.

You didn't want to be.

Licking the flesh from there bones kept off starvation.

The illusion of there still breathing body as you ate at them chewing and crunching till there flesh was no more alone but apart of you.

They had kept you alive when there heart was still beating you couldn't remember what they were.

You forced yourself to forget the taste of your flesh fearing you'd dig in for more.

But you did.

Your a parasite.

"Someone's going to get us.."

"I'm sure."

You shifted as you caressed there skull gently idly picking at the last few remaining strands of hair.

You woke to noises the next day everything still all the same the opening of doors and footsteps a new sense of hope running threw you.

A tail unknowingly sprouted out wagging quickly as you clutched the skull tightly as you got us on shaky legs stepping over rotted pieces of the body you couldn't eat and over to the door stepping up on the tip of your toes to try and see out of the window in the door.

Flinching back one a large shadow over casted the door blocking your view.

Your tail wagging in excitement as you walked back from the door to the spot in the middle of the room you'd become accustom too silently wondering if you should move there bones into there spot next to you but the doors code was unlocked before you could.

A man now stared down at you seemingly shocked at either your appearance, the fact your alive, and or the skull in your hands.

Or all of the above.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

This retcon mission was not at all what he expected.

Sure he expected the usually gathering intel, looking for not trashed files or papers, And or looking for new leads.

It always gave Soap the creeps when they went on missions like these in only a couple of months this facility looked like a shit hole.

Cracked tile, Bugs, old rusting equipment.

The mere thought of people being kept here before the places decay still disgusted him.

So it caught him off guard when he picked up scent unfamiliar but he chose to trust his nose radioing in he'd be moving to the east side.

He reached the holding cells even with the locked doors along the hallway he could smell the decay nearly overwhelming his senses.

With one of the keycards he opened a few of the doors at the rare chance of life.

He was foolish to think this of course, How could anything still be alive after been trapped for months.

Yet here he is staring down a very scraggly, dirty, bloodied kid.

Holding a skull.

A Skull?

He quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts as he shifting in place sliding his weapon back into his holster crouching down.

"Hey there—"

He fully expected you to be timid, nervous, and or scared about the random man unlocking your room that was eventually going to be your grave.

He didn't expected for you to barrel into him skull still in hand hugging his arm.

Now he was downright confused.

"It's uh..It's okay- Hey.."

"I-I know they didn't forget us!-"

You started on rambling about something Soap couldn't comprehend fast enough.

"Hey hey-"

You looked up at him with tired eyes still full of life.

"..I'm gonna get you outta here alright..? Me and my friends didn't expect to find anyone..Are you hurt?"

He gave you a look over lucky he had decent enough vision in the dark no serious wounds maybe just a few cuts that had luckily scabbed over already.

"Are you taking me home..?"

"..I don't know yet..But we'll get you warm and nice and clean how about that..?"

"I don't like baths.."

"Well ya' need one- Its gonna help you feel better.."

You huffed stomping your foot which amused him but you really did need a bath he could barely make out your skin color under all the grime, blood , and dirt.

"Mm..Can ye' walk?"

You nodded as you went back into the room for a moment starting to picking up bones off a corpse he failed to noticed was there.

"Wait wait- Don't touch those."

"Why?"

"Because you'll get sick touching..stuff like that."

"But how else are they supposed to come!"

He grimaced for a bit shifting on his feet as his tail flicked.

"I..Look that was your friend yeah?"

"Mhm!"

"How about..You leave them there..And I'll send some more of my friends to come get them.."

You mulled over the choice for a while looking down to the skull in your hands tracing over a crack before deciding to leave rest of the body tucking it in like a doll before heading back over to the man still holding onto the skull how else re they supposed to see the outside?.

"Whats your name?"

"John..But my friends call me Soap."

"That's a silly name!"

"Hmph..Alright what's your name?"

"[Name]"

"Now that's a silly name-"

"Nuh uh!"

He chuckled as you huffed.

But he quickly regained his composure, He radioed in his little discovery afterwards gently ask you if he could pick you up which you allowed you were scarily light for your age.

He sighed his tail slowly swaying quietly listening as you rambled on about something.

You eventually went still after a few telling yawns, He guessed you must be horrible sleep deprived being next to a corpse couldn't have gave you good rest.

So he just kept quiet as he could still saying vigilant as he updated his position every so often as you slept.

a/n; honestly im feeling so bad at so sorry it started to downgrade at the end i couldn't think clear it starts to fall off so bad cuz head empty </3 might post some old thoughts abt how my ver of shapeshifters work....

IM ALIVE I SWEAR I JUST maybe..um yeah