#1 platoon

[ethan-acfan]

The biggest tragedy in the assassins creed fandom is people making the Arab Muslim who lives in the desert the same shade as paper

[kiwi-and-pasta-at-3am]

Sometimes I think about how irl Webster was 22/23 and Liebgott was 29/30 and watching the show is funny as hell

Like that's a whole ass grown man trying to awkwardly talk to some kid who's giving him the biggest attitude for NO REASON. bringing this up bc i just saw a TikTok of what the actors looked like at the age the characters actually were, visually it's really really funny

Anyways this is all I could think about

Here's the TikTok for anyone who might want it

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNeKJQyD8/

[kagender]

addendum to this stupid post

zeroro then looks in its sad sad little eyes and has second thoughts

[emile-hides]

Like a quadtrillion years ago I talked about a concept I had for a Full Squidbeak Platoon AU where we have about two agents per game, and my OCs I'd made to fill in those gaps. But back then I couldn't draw as well as I can now so I just made them in Splatoon's character creator and left it as that.

But now I CAN draw and now that Splatoon 3 has ended live updates and we've been told Splatoon 4 will be stepping away from these characters, I might as well finally draw and post them, right?

[brightneys-ding-a-ling]

SGT. Frog reference?!

I know it looks like ass, I had to use 3px for this ;-;

[selfmaderibcageman]

Spent some time doing spreadsheets for maybe a chinese army in fft3. Reconsidering given that, well, maybe I don’t want to paint 200 stands of infantry

[p41]

thank you to @gailhai1storm for these lovely tags on my post! i liked it so much i had to make a new post for them!

i relate to this message deeply. the children in eg weren’t "realistic", but i felt like the book captured (among other things) the feeling of being a lonely (& slightly messed-up) child, struggling to have autonomy and be recognized as a full person when your life is controlled by adults.

let me know what you think!

[clonerightsagenda]

It did not take me long after watching/reading FMA to recognize that Greed was a fan favorite, but as with many fan favorites I feel like people apply his character development retroactively. Like yes, he was fonder of his Dublith gang than he verbally acknowledged, but he also ditched them as soon as things broke bad. He's not happy about Wrath killing his people in front of him, but iirc he only ran into them accidentally while fleeing - he didn't set out to protect them. He believes everyone is his, but he doesn't owe them anything - it takes being combined with someone whose worldview is instead 'a specific group of people are mine but I have a duty to those people' to get to the mindset of 'everyone is mine and so I will protect everyone' and fussing over background extras with papercuts. That's growth.

[voxyldy]

12.28.2023

[INFO]

After 18 days of enlistment we got a glimpse of Taehyung in military uniform today 😭

the most handsome PLATOON LEADER KIM TAEHYUNG

Source: @thvlovemeagain

[truegeorge]

Third Platoon

True_George in Gunners turret during a convoy escort mission A Third Platoon member has made a short video about his squad. The video in not too bad. Times were interesting Enjoy Psych Ward Chronicles II: The Support House Shenanigans Ten short stories of the soap-opera environment in a state-sanctioned congregate care level II facility for the mentally ill, aka support house for independent…

[jessyka-fitness]

13 Platoon Enlisting in the Australian Army Kapooka | What is your last Civilian meal?

13 Platoon Enlisting in the Australian Army Kapooka | What is your last Civilian meal? Your Not Alone simply change your Online Name to an Alias, put your Enlistment Date and month in comments and there you go see who else is going to be sharing the bus ride with you to the next phase of your life at Kapooka the Home of the Australian Soldier. We did this last year and it was successful and gave…

[17020]

DON'T LEAVE ME, GIRL.

because brainrot can take people places. this is men from KAIJU NO. 8, BLUE LOCK & WIND BREAKER as henry danger memes.

STARRING . . . soshiro hoshina, gen narumi (kn8), yoichi isagi, reo mikage (bllk), yamato endo, hajime umemiya (winbre). gn reader!

SOSHIRO HOSHINA

the fact of the matter is, soshiro hoshina had you MONITORED ever since he realized he had romantic feelings for you. with the excuse of receiving daily reports from platoon leaders about their officers, he only paid any mind to any reports about you.

and he was so obvious about it, that some platoon leaders caught on to what he was doing. nakanoshima genuinely enjoyed it, as seeing the vice-captain with wide eyes trying to conceal any emotion when you're mentioned was a one-of-a-kind experience.

"oh, by the way! officer l/n got hit on by one of my men yesterday."

nakanoshima tried her best to hold in her laughter while hoshina choked on his food in the middle of the cafeteria. she could see how his face contorted with disgust, as he anxiously began to play with his food.

"and what does that have to do with the reports?" he sneered. she gave him a knowing look, to which he sighed. he was utterly hopeless, wasn't he? a complete idiot in love. so much of an idiot, that even his subordinates caught wind of what was happening.

"…so, what'd they do about it?"

"they turned him down" she shrugged, "well, at least that's what i saw. if you want the whole thing, you'd probably have to ask okonogi. she was there way longer than me."

hoshina's next stop was the operations room.

"okonogi, dear, do you happen to have any camera footage of the hallway leading to the cafeteria from yesterday at about 5pm—"

the salute that followed sent a shiver down his spine, as he turned to his side to see you, comfortably sitting in okonogi's seat.

"vice-captain hoshina? sir, miss okonogi is currently on break, and she left me here to help her run through some reports" you smiled sheepishly, "if this is about yesterday, sir, just know that nothing happened with the officer that approached me. i completely apologize."

when you bowed in apology, hoshina simply grinned as he raised his hand to pat your head. "ya know i care about my officers, sweetheart, so i jus' wanted to make sure ya weren't being harassed."

"did—did you just call me sweetheart, sir?"

"that's 30 pushups for ya, l/n."

GEN NARUMI

being in the first division was already hard enough with all of the highly skilled officers around you, but having captain gen narumi follow you around like a lost puppy? yeah, you unlocked a new level of hell.

the fact that you had a higher-up on your trail didn't bother you, it was the fact that narumi himself was insufferable, and if the rumors that other officers came to spill to you were true…

gen narumi was head over heels for you, and he took every opportunity he had to show off in front of you.

as much as you hated to admit it, narumi truly was something else. his ability to slay kaiju was unlike any you had ever seen before, and it was nothing short of admirable. off the field, though, narumi was like some annoying influencer trying to sell you their latest product from some pyramid scheme.

his product? himself.

whenever he wasn't boasting about himself or trying to show you his social media fame, he was constantly in your messages trying to strike up a conversation. today was no different, as he slid into your messages asking if you knew about his latest video game records.

NARUMI 17:04 and that's how i ended up winning you should've been there, i was incredible

YOU 17:10 wow yeah that's a shame

NARUMI 17:10 something wrong? you're cold today

YOU 17:20 sorry it's been a hard day today, i'm feeling pretty down

NARUMI 17:21 i know what could cheer you up [1 Attachment]

you could not believe your eyes.

in your phone was a picture of gen narumi, holding his phone like a facebook parent, duck lips and all, winking.

you didn't hold it in, laughing hysterically at your screen. tears were forming from how hard you were laughing, and the messages you received made you drop to your knees.

NARUMI 17:25 i'm outside your office btw WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING???

YOICHI ISAGI

when isagi accidentally revealed to kurona and hiori about his growing crush on you, he settled on keeping your name hidden in public conversations. a part of him thought that, yes, it might be childish, but code names could save his ass from the prying eyes of blue lock tv and the press.

he knew you were watching at home, as he constantly texted you about what you saw on your television throughout the week. he’s grateful that there are no cameras in the stratum’s bedrooms, as he mostly spends his time kicking his feet like a schoolgirl whenever he’s chatting with you.

while having lunch with his teammates, the topic of relationships had surged, as there were some which wondered if their teammates had someone waiting for them back home.

“so, isagi, did you confess to y/n already?”

“confess! confess!”

“huh.”

isagi’s eye twitched as his teammates slowly stood up from their seats. they looked at each other nervously, and in response, isagi sighed.

"the code name was apple" he sneered, "if this ends up on blue lock tv, you're fucking dead."

hiori and kurona were grateful that social media did not rave about isagi's love life, thus thinking they were safe from any tormenting. isagi was relieved that his teammates' slip up was kept under wraps, as he wasn't ready to express his feelings just yet.

luckily for him, blue lock TV released a special episode filled with drama and gossip from all teams, and much to his dismay, "APPLE" started trending on twitter, along with his name, and the phrase "WHO IS Y/N".

REO MIKAGE

reo mikage knew that your job as bastard munchen's social media manager meant that he wouldn't see you as much, with him seeing you on award shows, events, or football matches that you both attended as guests.

every day, he would text you a new reason for you to switch teams and join manshine city instead. he offered to fly you out, help you with paperworks and your cv—mikage had everything covered.

except for your approval.

it was hard to leave a team you grew to be fond of, after almost two years of working there, you learned to love everyone as you would with your own family. after hearing mikage's pleas day after day, you finally gave him the go ahead to submit your job application.

which just so happened to fall on the day in which manshine played against bastard.

it was a complex match, with your team winning 3-2 against mikage's. after celebrating with some nice dinner on a rooftop, isagi had invited you to go around manchester for some shopping, as he wanted to buy a present for his mother.

reo mikage's phone had blown up in a way he had never witnessed before. from his friends, social media, hell—even nagi was spamming him with messages, sending him a link to an article.

"yoichi isagi spotted with mystery person in cartier for a shopping day! what we know about them so far…"

reo mikage had to be forcibly removed from his phone and social media, with his teammates having to hold him back from causing a scene.

because why on god's beautiful earth were you shopping with isagi instead of him?

when he received his phone back, he saw a text from you, explaining how isagi asked for your help to buy jewelry for his mother's upcoming birthday. he felt himself melt at the thought of your kindness, as according to him, you were doing charity work. nothing against isagi's mother, though.

he smiled as he exited your chat and typed out a name, starting a new conversation.

REO 23:11 Listen here you Mr. "I take Yn shopping in Manchester" I swear if I ever see you near them in public again you better pray that you stay in Bastard because do you know who I am I am the heir of Mikage Corp and the amount of power I have would put you to shame because WHO do you think you are first stealing Nagi from me and now Y/n you seriously have to have a death wish for that you stupid good for nothing Be grateful that they're leaving your poor little team and joining Manshine soon, so they'll never see you again you punk

YAMATO ENDO

"—and then he told me that if i went to the beach with the girls and that one guy, he'd break up with me on the spot. can you believe him? we had to pick up trash at the beach for a school project and he said that"

"i can't believe it!" endo gasped, his hand on your shoulder, "if that were me, i would've never said that. that's a shitty move on his part."

"annnnd then he had my socials on his phone, and he read the notifications that i received. he got mad because a friend told me they loved me."

okay, that one he could agree with.

the joy of having yamato endo listening to your horrible experiences with your ex was that, at face value, endo was agreeing with everything you said. internally, though, he thought different.

the more he heard, the more intrigued he was about your ex. because endo yamato found himself relating to him, and was on the verge of asking you for his number.

"damn, he was oversteppin' boundaries" he sighed. snooping every once in a while ain't bad, though, is what he thought. 'cause what if they're cheating or something, or covering for someone?

he shook his head as he discarded the thought, as neither of those situations could ever apply to you. you went on and on, describing the various ways in which your ex had either pissed you off or straight up did you dirty.

at the end of your rant, endo slyly pulled out his phone and opened the search tab of his social media.

"damn y/n that's crazy! anyway, what was his name again?"

HAJIME UMEMIYA

you knew hajime umemiya was too trusting and naive, but you let it slide. when you and him were cuddling on your couch, mindlessly scrolling through his social media, something was off.

his page was filled with instagram models.

and sure, you wouldn't have any trouble with it, but the fact that there were half naked people clogging your boyfriend's feed, you felt a bit iffy. when asking him about it, he simply laughed.

"oh, the kids at the orphanage took my phone a while back! didn't know they followed all these people, though" he smiled.

well the kids at the orphanage have very good taste, you thought.

when the next week rolled by and umemiya found himself in a brawl outside of pothos, you stood in the sidelines next to kotoha. "did he do anything about the models?" she asked. when you shook your head in response, she smirked.

"give me your phone, y/n."

she opened the camera app and pointed it towards the brawl, motioning for you to slide a bit to your left so that you would be in the frame.

"now say cheese!"

"hey—what's going on?" umemiya questioned, before having a punch thrown at his face. kotoha chuckled in return, her fingers intertwining with yours.

"don't you see? y/n's modeling. if you need anyone to save you, ask sommer ray! we're out of here."

taglist (open, yippee!): @stunie @kaiser1ns @nyxypoo @karasuglazer @littleplantfreak @maruflix @heartkaji

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→ EVENT OVERVIEW

prompt: 1 - “are you asking me out?” characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x f!reader contents: fluff, established rs, officer!reader (not specified which dep.), dunno if i should tag this too but reader drinks coffee lol wc ~ 1k (no beta !!)

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites hewwoo kaija my beloved tysm for participating !! my apologies for taking so long to get to your orders but i hope they are to your liking (lmk if there's anything you'd like me to change!) <3 andd here’s your slice two !

piles of rubble and cracked buildings surround him, the kaiju corpses littered around now huddled by a throng of workers from the monster sweeper inc. hoshina barely spares a glance over the dead monsters as he flicks both of his swords in a quick swipe in the air, splashes of blood splattering onto the concrete below as he cleans his blades as efficiently as he could.

grabbing his coat from the vehicle he’d taken to get to his post, he takes a peek over his shoulder when a series of faint footsteps approaches from behind. “vice-captain hoshina! i’m here to report–” kafka starts, but hoshina brushes him off with a wave of his hand. “direct all reports to any of your platoon leaders. i have somewhere else to be.”

with no further clarification, hoshina immediately sets off, leaving behind a jaw-slacked kafka and a confused reno tottering behind him. they throw a simultaneous glance at each other, wordlessly questioning each other about their superior’s behavior.

“and there he goes,” nakanoshima’s voice catches their attention. when she’s asked for the reason, all kafka and reno received is a shrug of her shoulders and a muse of “he’s a man in love. what else do you expect?” as if it’s an explanation enough.

and hoshina is, indeed, a man in love and a man on a mission. one that doesn’t include taking out dangerous beasts, but instead facing all his exhaustion head on just so he could go to you. combat suit still in operation, he makes good use of its power to hop over the buildings to the next, heading straight to that quaint little place he knew where you’d be.

the corner of his lips quirk up when he remembers the text you’d sent him prior to the mission. ‘heard your mission is in xx city. if things go haywire, i’ll be nearby to clock in asap just lmk :)’. always ready to help even when you’re off duty; one of the many things hoshina loved about you. he amusedly shakes his head at the thought.

as the mission retains minimal damage, the surrounding towns are thankfully unaffected by the destruction. the smooth cobblestone path thuds softly underneath his feet when hoshina lands in the alley, glad that your location isn’t that far from his. he pulls on the coat over his form, shoulders flexing from the movement as he rounds the corner.

even from the outside of the shop, he could already smell the roasted beans and sweet pastries. hoshina inhales deep, taking in the delightful scent before he cranes his head here and there, eyes roving over the bustling crowd until his amaranthine hues finally settle on what he’d been searching for.

and much like a heartfelt homecoming, a wholesome reunion, or like how the sand meets the shore, how the sun touches the horizon, how the morning light kisses the sheer curtains, how the coffee swirls in warm frothy milk; the familiarity of it all overwhelms him.

you stand there, all beauty and wonder, stealing hoshina’s breath and rendering him speechless as he stops in his tracks for a moment. before you can draw in a puff of breath, he is already marching towards you, closing the distance with purposeful steps.

“hi,” eyes widening slightly in surprise, you breathe out a small chuckle as you look up at him. hoshina mirrors your smile, soft and affectionate as he digs his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “hi.”

you absently lick your bottom lip, though you do notice the way his gaze flickers down to the action for a split second. taking a few glances around, you wonder if any of his officers might somehow emerge from thin air. “aren’t you supposed to be…” forehead creasing, you shrug lightheartedly, “i don’t know. slaying kaiju or something?”

“the operation just ended, sweetheart.” he beams, and his adorable little fangs make their appearance. your eyebrows raise high at his answer. “... but you’re here.” you state, trying to decipher why he’s standing in front of your very eyes, still in his combat uniform (which has people glancing ever so often) rather than reporting to his captain back at base, or freshening up at home.

“but i’m here,” he parrots, watching in interest at the way your expression unfolds. hoshina’s grin grows at your confusion, so wide and cheery that your hands itch to reach up and pinch his cheeks from endearment. instead, you wring your hands behind your back to fidget on them secretly.

the swordsman notices the lack of a plastic cup in your grasp. he takes a quick look at the coffee shop the two of you had been standing in front of before turning back to you, “ya had lunch yet?”

“nope.” you simply reply.

he shifts on the balls of his feet, directing a thumb towards the shop, “... wanna grab somethin’ together?”

a second of silence goes by. and then a laugh breaks out, bubbling from the very back of your throat as you let the mirth freely flow out of you. “soshiro, are you really asking me out right now?”

hoshina bites down on his own smile and lifts a shoulder, “well, is it working on ya?” you shake your head in response, still coming down from your giggles, “i can’t believe you.”

“you love me anyway,” he tilts his head, violet strands softly swaying from the movement. you let out a contented hum, a hand stretching out to brush his hair away from his eyes.

the afternoon sun gleams down on the two of you, but the heat from your little touch burns brighter than anything hoshina has ever felt. he thrives on it, craves it. his skin tingles where it made contact with yours, and his heart races when the sunlight catches on the metal band surrounding your ring finger.

“i do love you,” you agree with a dreamy sigh. “in fact, i’ll love you even more if you make good on your words and buy me a coffee right now, husband.”

oh don’t he love the sound of that label coming out of your lips. perhaps he should call you his wife more often now…

taglist open. and yes they’re married your honour !!! feels like i’m writing about spiderman!hoshina for a sec there (ᵕ—v—)

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[lay-z]

barbed-wire kisses | 1

Synopsis: Soap, the SAS and 141's most prized explosives detection hybrid and demolitions expert, gets a new handler.

Pairing: hybrid!John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x fem!handler!Reader Warnings/Info: 18+ | Soap is a purebred German Shepherd hybrid. Despite ears, tails, and their adopted nature/instincts/personalities, hybrids have human features. | enemies strangers to lovers; forbidden love; angst; hurt/comfort; heavy smut; eventual romance; canon-typical violence; military inaccuracies; dom/sub elements; forced submission; cussing; humour (Please mind the warnings for each chapter!)

Based on this idea 🩶

Big thanks to my bestie @bloodytalefeathers for helping me handling our boy Soap 🐶

It’s always a rather impersonal affair as a hybrid serving in the military–getting a new handler assigned and vice versa.

John sniffs you out, of course, before Captain Price even has the chance to properly introduce you. When the Sergeant is given your file along with the handlership documents on a random Wednesday in February–the ones you’ve already signed a few weeks prior–he gets one deep whiff of your musk still lingering on the paper and starts prowling the base on the lookout for his new target.

Despite the many familiar, surrounding scents among the different smells announcing the beginning of spring, it doesn’t take too long for a specimen like him to pick up on and find you on the large military base, letting the winds do most of the work for him.

He's just way too good at his job, and his little self-imposed challenge leaves his chest puffing with pride and the blood in his veins buzzing with an odd eagerness to meet you once he finally spots you among the large crowd of soldiers on the training grounds.

John decides to skip his lunchbreak and watch you instead. He takes a seat on a well-positioned bench with a good view of the field where you’re currently going through drills with a platoon that you’re serving as their temporary CO. His tail swishes lazily against the wooden planks of the bench, pushing off some dry leaves that gathered there.

He’s read about you, knows that you’ve just come back from a five-month overseas deployment in Al Mazrah–supporting their local forces with the training of the serving hybrids, among other duties.

John can see it in the tension you carry in your neck and shoulders, in the way you keep checking your surroundings while you give orders to your soldiers, and with the dark circles under your eyes–all of it speaks volumes of how well you’ve adjusted to living on base again so far, and, boy, does it look bad.

On top of that, you’ve just been transferred to Hereford from your previous base and task force–after getting your new orders while you were still deployed–so you must be twice as stressed and thrice as vexed about this whole new arrangement you’re finding yourself in right now, thanks to the brass. He also knows that you’ve already moved and settled into your new place close to the barracks. Close to where he lives, too.

Fucking brilliant, John thinks, and his large furry ears twitch as he grins wickedly. It’ll be more than easy to get rid of you if you’re already feeling this worn out; perhaps even easier than it went with the previous handlers he’s had since boot camp.

None of them ever made it past the six-month mark before they were transferred again due to their incompetence, though none of the higher-ups has ever admitted fault and called it what it is.

No, it’s always just been ‘Soap being a bloody handful’, slippery and clever as he simply happens to be, and yet the brass still keeps refusing him that exceptional permission which would finally grand him freedom–the freedom to operate without a handler on, and to a certain degree, off duty.

He is a canine hybrid, yes, and his nature might make him extraordinary, aye, but he’s not a fucking toddler in need of assistance and guidance 24/7. It’s bad enough that his rank as Sergeant can easily be outranked by a human subordinate simply because he happens to be a hybrid.

His thought process is disturbed by the crunching of boots on the gravelly road leading up to his makeshift recon spot, when a group of soldiers walks up the rolling hill to have a smoke break.

Scrunching up his sensitive nose at the stench of cigarettes despite being used to the smell, John gives up his seat for the group, straightening his shoulders with a curt nod at them before he makes his way back to HQ.

There’s a meeting he needs to prepare for after all.

A few hours later, the briefing room clears again when everyone claims to not have any questions left to simply get it over with.

“Right,” Price utters roughly. “I’ll leave you two to it then. Lieutenant,” he gives you a curt nod and John has to suppress a smirk when the Captain shoots him a glare as soon as his back is turned towards you. “Soap.” And John can hear the stern warning underlying Price’s voice before the latter leaves the briefing room and shuts the door behind him with finality and a raging ball of concern lodged in his guts.

And even though Price has left, and took his commanding aura right with him, the room feels even smaller and stuffy now with only you and John, standing across from each other like it’s a Mexican Standoff.

While John lets his eyes roam freely, assessing you thoroughly and searching for weaknesses, you simply keep your sharp eyes trained on his with a kind of effortlessness that is slowly making the fur on his tail bristle–up, up, up his spine until it tickles his neck and makes his ears twitch involuntarily.

Your hands are firmly clasped behind your back, your stance relaxed as your hip leans against the table behind you; keeping your whole front exposed and vulnerable while you’re oozing nonchalance and confidence with no trace left of all that tension and fatigue he’d noticed earlier when he was watching you train with your platoon.

You almost look… bored now that you’re finally alone with him, and John doesn’t quite know what to make of this reaction.

His thick brows furrow and he caves, despising the tense silence already. “Ye not gonna say nothin’, lass?”

Suddenly, your lips twitch into a humourless half-smile. “That’s still ‘Lieutenant’ to you, Sergeant,” you reply coolly. “We’re no friends yet.”

“Right,” he half-snorts, half-huffs in response. “Well, ‘am lookin’ forward ta workin’ with ye, ma’am.” If you’re just a wee bit clever, you could easily pick up on the sarcasm in his words, and judging by the way your eyebrow twitches, you can. His tail swishes proudly in response, and then John mirrors your stance; clasping his hands behind his back before rolling his broad shoulders and straightening up to his full height.

“Oh, are you now?” It’s a rhetorical question, and John finds the way you tilt your head to the side like a wee pup utterly adorable, along with the fact that he’s taller than you, forcing you to crane your neck if you want to maintain eye-contact with him despite the thick-soled combat boots you’re wearing.

“Well, in that case–” You bring your arms forward suddenly, clutching a black collar in your hand; brand new and personalized, the scent of its full-grain leather still fresh and thick in the air. His eyes zero in on your name and rank stitched into it, along with your emergency contact and military ID number. “May I?”

John’s tail stills, bright eyes widening imperceptibly as he stares at the collar and processes the implication behind your words. He doesn’t get collared like this, no; usually grabs the damn mandatory thing and puts it on himself to get it over with.

“Ye insistin’ to put it on me, la–Lieutenant?”

You simply stare up at him with those unimpressed, gorgeous eyes – eyes that have seen as much, perhaps even more, horrific crap he has in combat–and his heart starts jumping in his chest in return. “You tell me, Sergeant. You wanna be a difficult pup?”

He swallows hard, clenching his teeth and wrinkling his nose at the raw condescension in your voice. Aye, he wants to make this difficult, wants to get rid of you already and let everyone know that he doesn’t need a handler–doesn’t need you–and yet he can only shake his head slowly while you stand before him so confidently, triggering his natural urge to please, to submit to a leader.

None of your predecessors ever made him feel quite like–this–so effortlessly. They always tried to force it yet never succeeded.

Almost subconsciously, John steps forward, towering over you though you still don’t move a muscle before he leans down, bracing his palms on the table you’re leaning against, now practically bracketing you in. “Go ahead, then,” he hums roughly, lowering his gaze to hide the way his pupils are dilating while his skin begins to prickle at the sudden close proximity to you.

As you unclasp the collar to bring it up to his neck, he gets a real whiff of your scent and nearly groans; an all-natural concoction of female pheromones, sweat and skin hidden underneath a layer of artificial peach-scented body wash and deodorant. His mouth starts salivating and he gulps it down harshly, fingers twitching against the table as you fasten the collar around his neck.

“Atta boy,” you mutter and your warm breath puffs against his rapidly flushing skin, making his pulse jump in his neck. His dog ears twitch as he leans in closer until his nose nearly brushes against your shoulder and he exhales a shuddering breath as the collar finally wraps around his throat.

“Need it a wee bit tighter, ma’am,” he rumbles and his breath hitches as you oblige; he swallows thickly, barely able to, while the leather creaks and tightens, pressing against his Adam’s apple snugly. You fasten it with nimble fingers, leaving goosebumps in their wake and his pulse sky-rockets at once. “Aye… perfect,” he breathes, almost panting now, his voice strained while another tingle runs down his spine that has warmth pooling between his thighs, and his cock chuffing in his boxers with interest.

An unexpected chuckle makes his eyes flicker up to meet yours again. “I see how it is, Sergeant,” you muse, a hint of a smile playing on your lips that makes him smirk boyishly in return.

Then, your index finger hooks through the metal loop for his leash, and another gentle tug makes his heart flutter and his chest rumble with a playful growl.

“Well then, let’s get to fucking work, MacTavish.”

And it’s the firmness in your words or the pure determination twinkling in your eyes that leaves John’s tail wagging.

Perhaps both.

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Your Protege. (Pt 2)

(Pt 1)

SAME DAY DELIVERY. HERE WE GO.

This is the only time theyve shown such sheer anger in front of anyone. Theyre usually just cold, or disappointed -- never furious.

Its one of the times Neo3 actually feared the captain.

MORE NOTES ABT CUTTLEFISH BELOW

Not over how Cuttlefish is this fuckign loony old man who pushes his ideas on young 3, constantly goinf "yall kids think Im crazy but LOOK WHOS RIGHT FOR ONCE", "I cant fight anymore, thats why I got you!", "Youre hero material, kid! Youre gonna be big!!"

Then raves abt how the Octarians are evil

3, who was desperate for praise from someone who reminds them of their direct relatives, does everything he says to do just to be appreciated more.

Cuttlefish taught them how to fight hand to hand. How to move and think on their feet. (Though they were given similar in their younger years)

Cuttlefish was... generally more warm and supportive than their dad, but yknow. A lot of this started bc 3 agreed to work for him. Be his deadly weapon.

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Cuttlefish was more concerned abt the Zapfish than 3s well-being then... He knew that the constant praising was working so hes gonna keep doing it. (...mostly bc thats what worked on HIM back then)

After 3 does his dirty work, he realized he should probably keep the kid around bc his paranoia with Octaria is a damn bitch and this kid is one hell of an ass kicker. They dont mind. Right??

3 never showed any sign of wanting to leave. Why would they, he was so kind to them, more than their dad or grandad ever was. (Also the paranoia rubbed off on them. Oops!)

Then, he asked them to go on a longer patrol with him. Pushed them to their fucking limit. Bc of what?? Octaria making moves again? (Octavio did make moves but they were already, as we say in the game, "too far from the objective to really contribute to the fight". This is why agent 4 was dragged in.)

There, 3 saw more and more that hes just a loony old man who wanted to have a fancy weapon to protect him in his crusade. A crusade they never really questioned, mind you. Theyve no reason to believe Octaria was nice in any way, not when they keep trying to kill them. (...in self defense. They havent realized, yet.)

Then they encounter 8, who had dropped her weapon at the sight of them. Raising her hands in surrender. 3 was far ahead of the coot, and managed to actually talk to her and everything. They were this close to bringing her back to Inkopolis as a friend, until the bastard ruined the moment.

Cuttlefish still told them that she was a danger. It might be a trick! Dont put your guard down! Pressured to follow their superior, 3s mask returns to their face, turning onto 8 with the herl shot ready to fire.

Then they all tumbled into the metro.......

....for Cuttlefish to use yet ANOTHER kid (8) to get him out of a hairy situation.

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Hes a crazy old man. Only caring for any of the kids beyond the platoon after they do his dirty work.

Like "mmm! Thank you for committing the war crimes in my stead. Youre a good kid, you know that? Anything I can do to support you further? Mmmm???"

...I dont think hes aware.

Hes not aware that hes harming the entire platoon, bc in his mind hes doing the greater good here. Get some easily manipulable kids on the street, shower em with praise and promises of glory and valor, and theyll do ANYTHING for you.

Including the warcrimes you keep wanting to do.

I think...I think he doesnt know hes manipulating the kids. I think he genuinely believes his own promises. He glamorizes the valor of war bc hes a commander who sits in the back of it. He really believes that this is for the best. He believes that this is how you inspire your troops to fight.

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LETS GO THATS ALL MY NOTES I SPENT ALL DAY FINISHING THIS COMIC. GOODNIGHT INKOPOLIS!!!

[writingdinosaur]

Aziraphale was wrong this. He’ll come crawling back that. I want him to do the apology dance blah blah blah.

You know what I want? I want him to succeed.

I want him to give Heaven hell.

I want him to be a problem of the Metatron’s own making.

I keep seeing a take floating around that the Metatron was obviously lying when calling Aziraphale a natural leader and a good choice for Supreme Archangel and just trying to butter Aziraphale up so he’ll be more open to the idea of rejoining Heaven, but I think there is an important distinction to be made in this regard.

Aziraphale IS those things. He IS a natural leader. He was the first being to ever wield a weapon on earth. He is a high ranking member of Heaven’s army and was in charge of a platoon in the first war EVER. HE WAS FULLY EXPECTED TO DO SO AGAIN IN ARMAGEDDON. We can see this leadership both in Season 1 when he insists to Crowley that they don’t run away and in Season 2 when facing the demons. And if Heaven actually was everything it was meant to be, everything it still proclaims that it is, Aziraphale WOULD be the obvious choice for Supreme Archangel, because when faced between making the right choice or making the obedient one, or even between making the right choice or the comfortable choice, he has always picked the right one.

Give up the sword and lie to God or let the humans suffer? Welp, there goes the sword.

Lie on my word as an Angel or allow three human children to be killed? Guess who’s lying again!

Go back to my abusers in order to make things better for everyone or run away with the love of my life who just confessed his feelings for me? Up I go.

Here’s the kicker. The Metatron ALSO thinks he was lying to Aziraphale. In the Metatron’s eyes, Aziraphale is none of those things. The Metatron and the Archangels are nothing but condescending pricks to the Angel they see as a bumbling, incompetent, slightly insane fool who chose Earth over Heaven.

I don’t want Aziraphale to come crawling back. I don’t want him to realize it’s a lost cause. I don’t want him to give up.

What I want is to see the Metatron’s face as he watches Aziraphale succeed.