#Female sniper

[underneathsoldiers]

She's my new favorite now— from Call of Duty: Vanguard.

Polina Petrova!

Not gonna lie, her story is oddly similar to Farah's: destroyed home by invasion, family members dying in the war, a brother who's weaker than her, a father that taught her how to use guns, infamous with the invaders and being a complete badass.

There's many differences, of course. Polina is living in Stalingrad when the Soviet Union was still together. She doesn't go through the ten years of imprisonment. She had more time with her father. She's also much older when her story starts, already an adult. Unfortunately we don't get much of her life before the present, other than that her mother died a decade before.

She's also independent, never connecting with anyone that isn't her family. She's a sniper known as Lady Nightingale. She's based on a real person. Farah isn't but she was definitely inspired by real life freedom fighters.

Comparisons aside and returning to sanity, she's awesome. I'm sad that we don't get her life after the game ends. But I suppose that makes writing fanfics easier.

[cannedsyrup]

[scarletv0id]

While spending time with Sniper in her camper, Scout gets an idea. She's not sure if Sniper will go for it overall but she is sure that she really wants to try it out. She just wants to show Sniper how much she means to her, by any means necessary.

[diannabridden]

[scruffypegasus]

Could this be a Chaos Emerald?

Blue FemSniperGriff chibi 01 2022

[jerek-sfm]

happy (early) birthday to @nonediblebrownie (with @doodle-dispenser) ill be at work tomorrow on your birthday and i wont be able to say happy birthday so here i am now. hope youll have a good day.

[mathsethor]

[hsmagazine254]

A Diamond in the Rough: Exploring 'The Diamond Eye' by Kate Quinn

H&S Magazine’s Recommended Book Of The Week ‘The Diamond Eye’ by Kate Quinn Genre: Historical Fiction, War Fiction, Biographical Fiction Unveiling History’s Deadliest Female Sniper: An Introduction to ‘The Diamond Eye’ In the world of historical fiction, there are tales that merely entertain, and then there are stories that etch themselves into your soul. Kate Quinn’s “The Diamond Eye” firmly…

[jormun-art]

more fem sniper sketches. Im realizing its been a WHILE since ive drawn female shaped bodies, and im quite clumsy about the proportions, but im having a great time drawing her

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Thinking about trans girl Usopp who figures it out while she's sailing with the Straw Hats and transitions during or shortly after the timeskip (maybe Sanji calls in a favor from Ivankov?)

Thinking about Yassop seeing the Goddess Usopp bounty poster and just fucking convulsing on the floor because he's so torn between being proud of his badass sniper child, worried about the danger she's in, regretful that he's missed so much of her life (her?? She's a her now???) and rip roaring furious because this is One Piece and you know she somehow ended up titties-out for that picture.

The whiplash of thinking you have a son living a safe, quiet life on an island where nothing dangerous ever happens to suddenly all at once finding out that actually you have a daughter sailing with the most insane crew to ever cause chaos on the seas and also the entire damn world is going to see this specific photo of her, which you do not approve of.

Just. Please picture it with me. Yassop girldad speedrun.

He spends like twenty fucking minutes screaming incoherently and shoving the bounty poster into peoples faces and then decking them for looking at the bounty poster before the crew finally gets him to calm down enough to explain what's wrong. He says that's his kid and Shanks and the rest of the officers are all gathered around squinting at the poster like "Didn't you have a son?"

They're looking innocently they're just trying to find the family resemblance under all that blood but all Yassop can see is a pack of dirty old men ogling his baby girl so now he's back to choosing violence but also he's crying the whole time because Usopp looks just like her mother.

[lubby-beez]

MEET THE TEAM

[cloud-starlight]

OLD MEN WHO LIVE DOWN THE STREET FROM U IN YOUR OREGON HOME IN THE 80S AND THEY’RE QUIET ABLOUT THEIR PAST BUT YOU SEE THEM PERFORM WITH THE LOCAL JAZZ GROUP ON THE WEEKENDS AND SOMETIMES SEE THEM SLOW DANCING WITH EACH OTHER THROUGH THEIR KITCHEN WINDOW. HELLO.

[cannedsyrup]

[warnersister]

Talking with your mouth shut.

König x Reader

Call of Duty x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, death, sniping, family deaths, mutism

Reader Callsign: Tasmanian ‘Devil’

(Not my gif)

When you first joined the 141 the group were all warned. Your last mission had been gruelling and painful and as a result of your trauma, you no longer spoke. This didn’t hinder your work, when they asked over the radio to check you were still okay they’d receive a moment of static or another type of noise you’d allow yourself to make, half of the time it was you knocking in morse code to confirm. When soap had asked if you’d speak to tell them if you were truly in danger, you’d just given an affirmative nod.

You spoke with your eyes. That’s what Konig had noticed. You always joined in the conversations just not with your tongue. At least that’s what he told himself when he found himself staring at you for long enough that you noticed and offered him a quizzical look with one eyebrow raised.

Konig was enamoured by you from the moment you walked through that door. And you may think that he refused to admit it - the love he held for you. But no, it was one of the very few pleasures he allowed himself. His austere and stern position towards himself simply melts away when you are near.

It wasn’t difficult to fall in love with you. Not at all. With the way your belt tightened your camos to your waist, and your black t-shirt hugging your body in all the right places, stance upright and rigid, muscles prominent enough to poke through your clothes, enough to make himself rut into his hand a lot more nights than he cared to admit. But what really enthralled him, were your eyes.

You were sleeping off the last mission when Ghost and Konig were talking about you. Ghost said your eyes scared him. “When she looks at me there’s just nothing. It’s like she’s dead behind ‘em. I wanna ask what happened, y’know?” He asked and Konig had nodded. “But then again I think that if I do ask she will drop dead.”

That’s not the look you gave him. Not at all. Every time you looked up at him they were bright and full of emotion. They could shine happily or burn with anger or roll sarcastically, but some of the time when you didn’t know he was looking, they’d be full of something he could relate to. They were full of pain and tears.

He knew you were crippled with pain. A weight heavy at your shoulders other than your gun. But like Ghost, he would never ask. If you wanted to ‘talk’ then you would. And if you never did he didn’t mind. He understood enough.

From day dot you had naturally gravitated towards Konig. The first person to never be surprised when you looked up at him and noticed his height, simply giving him a passive once-over and moving on. New mission? You were on his left. Spare time? Winning him at cards. Free night? Laid next to him looking at the stars while he pointed out constellation to you. You were always there and he was always here, ready for when you were ready to open your heart to him that he had done for you.

Tasmanian Devil was what they had named you, Devil for short. The small beasts had the same temperament that you held behind your eyes, they have a reputation for flying into a rage when threatened by a predator, fighting for a mate, or defending a meal - exactly what your bursts of rage represent. Konig liked to call you his little devil. He could tell you smiled under your mask when he said that, the only time you would.

This new mission contained teams of two. “Konig and Devil, we’ll send you to the north building, best sniping position for the house.” Konig said something and you gave a thumbs up before you turned to go get ready.

And here you were, laid on your stomachs side by side, snipers in hand and looking for the enemy target - a captain and his comrades. What they had failed to mention was that his comrades were his family. Wife and two children. A boy and a girl. The boy looked no older than eight, and his sister four. You inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath, lowering your weapon. Konig lowered his slightly and turned to you, watching your eyes swell with salty tears, your eyeblack beginning to run. He had to admit, you looked gorgeous. But now wasn’t the time for that. He raised his mic so nosy ears couldn’t listen and he reached his left hand out to grab your hip and draw comforting shapes along it with his thumb. You buried your head into his neck, eyes shut tight so he couldn’t see them.

He raised his gun, grasped your waist tightly and took four shots then silence as he dropped his gun and used both hands to pull you into an embrace. He manoeuvred you to be sat in his lap and cradling you like a baby. Lowering his mic again, he spoke. “Devil got the shot. My weapon wasn’t required, over.” A voice returned. “Roger confirmation, wait at point Charlie as surveillance until further instruction. Well done Devil. Over.” “Roger, out.” Then his mic was returned above his helmet. You looked up at him, pain and questioning behind those tired eyes of yours. “Every good solider must struggle. I’ve got you meine liebe. I understand.” A loud and broken sob emitted from your throat as the first sound he had ever heard you make. He understood. He knew why you were in pain. Konig knows.

He pecked your forehead comfortingly through both of your masks as he allowed you to cry and calm down, and he loved the way you clawed at his chest and grabbed him like you needed him. Like a damsel in distress.

He never spoke of it when you got back to base and nor did your eyes. But you definitely got closer. Sometimes he liked to think that was the day you opened yourself up to him to let him love you. But those sometimes he also realised that was just his subconscious playing tricks on him.

It was loud in your head, looking at the Mountain Man. Oh how you wanted to tell him how much pain you were in, and how much he soothed it. How much you loved him. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops but your voice would not allow. Instead pleading at him with wide and desperate eyes hoping that someday he may recognise your expression and require your feelings. If only he knew.

Then the dreaded day came for Konig. The day that you would all return home to your families. The day that you would probably run into your lovers arms and leave him behind. The day the intoxicating dream he was living in would come crashing down and his heart would shatter into a million pieces. The chatter was loud on the plane, men excitedly talking about their families and their homes yet the two of you remained silent. Your hand slowly crept over to his and rested atop of his clenched fist which instantly relaxed when he felt your warming touch. His hand turned over and threaded his fingers with his own, thumb doing labs back and forth over your knuckle. He could allow himself to live in paradise just a bit longer.

Ghost shook hands with you all and exclaimed a ‘see you soon!’ as he walked over to a couple of elders and embraced the woman tightly. And slowly, everyone bid their farewells until Konig was all alone. But where did you go? He couldn’t remember seeing you leave. But then again, he was better off not having to see the man you loved. He turned to leave himself, when he stopped in his tracks. There you were, sat on a bench alone with your arms crossed and an unreadable expression covered by tears in your eyes. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting down and about to say something before you interjected.

“They are all dead, Konig.” You spoke in a small and raspy voice from lack of usage. “I’m waiting for my family to pick me up and I know they’re not coming.” His heart twanged with pain in his chest but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, too entranced by the sweet sound of you. But it hurt him how much he related. “They shot every one of them and I was the one who found them. The worst part is it was my partner who killed them.” You said with a sniff, the image you walked home into relaying in your mind. He listened to you talk, just listened. Soaking up every minute he could have hearing your siren song. “I give my life for my country and it gives me nothing back. I am alone, Konig.”

“You have me, mein liebling. You will always have me.” You were quiet again, looking up into his faithful eyes and realised what you had been missing all along. Slowly, you reached for your balaclava and pulled it up and over your head until it fell into the seat beside you. Konig couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You were beautiful. He couldn’t believe that after all this time the woman he was in love with was so gorgeous. He mirrored your actions with a shaky arm, pulling his mask off and placing it in a similar place to yours. He was waiting for your horror, a scoff from your lips, disgust in your eyes. But instead, the softened as you looked at his face, a small smile growing as you did a quick once over, hand slowly reaching out to trace a scar on his jaw as he leaned into your hand, the touch-starved man yearning for affection. He reached his hands out to your face. “You have always got me, my little devil.” And he kissed you sweetly, tongues tying as you spoke through your minds, a voice finally restored to a broken broken marionette. You realised that with Konig, you would always be okay.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Pairing: Usopp x Female Reader - Mami

*seen a Headcanon that @sanjisblackasswife did about Luffy speaking Spanish and Usopp knowing a bit talking back and forth so now boom...Usopp speaks some too cause the idea is delicious and I can't stop thinking of it...plus I'm Puerto Rican and him calling me Mami would literally melt me inside and out lol 🤣🥵*

@trxshpandax hope you like it

Warnings: vaginal penetration! Rough sex! Dom!Usopp! Hair pulling, back shots, dirty talk, use of the name papi (daddy)

*banner*

Your moans bounced off the wall, as Usopp's hips slapped into your backside. His long curved cock mashing your insides around as his fingers dug into your plump ass and hips, "Like that Mami?"

Nodding your head was a struggle as your pretty hair was wrapped tightly around the sniper’s fist, grunts leaving him as his head threw back from the pleasure of your tight walls milking his chocolaty cock. “Mmmhmm ~ fuck it feels so good papi~” Your eyes rolling back as he only fucks you harder, knowing how much he likes it when you call him that. You felt your arms give out under you making you gasp as he moves his hand from your hair to your shoulders, pushing you in the mattress as his cock fucked you deeper. 

“Shit~ you’re so wet! Fuck mami you feel so good!” Usopp’s broken moans reach your ears as his hips grind into you from above. “Damn~Ah fuckfuckfuck!” His pretty curls falling off his shoulders like a curtain around you shielding the light and you couldn’t get enough of him. “Usopp papi - fuck- please don’t stop!” Your words are a bit muffled and he only reaches his arm around you to lift your head up by the front of your neck, his face coming closer. 

“What was that mami? Couldn’t hear you?” Usopp asks with a grunt moving his hand off your back to press into the mattress next to you, going deeper in your dripping cunt as he gets closer to hear you. “Fuck! Usopp! Shit don’t stop pleasepleaseplease!” You scream out at the deeper angle and he only grins, using his precision skills for more things than just his slingshot he pounds harder into your sweet spot. “Don’t worry mami I won’t. Promise. Just keep saying my name like that and I’ll keep going. Got it mami?”

His command and question having you cry out a loud, “Yes Usopp!” His ego bursting with every loud scream of his name, loving how you let everyone know just who was making you feel so good. Usopp might’ve been a shy awkward ball of nerves but in the bedroom he always had something to prove. You were on the same boat as a green haired hottie and the sweet talking chef, not to mention the strongest captain on the sea right now. 

“Come on mami~ say it again for me. Please~” Usopp asks with kisses all over your neck, his nose breathing in the smell of your pretty floral perfume he loved so much. “Usopp! Fuck it’s yours papi! Your cock feels so fucking good don’t stop please~g-gonna cum!” If his chest kept getting any bigger from your praise he was gonna explode but he had to make sure you did first. “Yeah? That’s right mami all mine baby. You look so pretty like this.” Usopp grunts in your ear and you lose it hearing his voice laced with lust. Creaming on his dark cock that made your eyes roll back, a white creamy ring forming at the base that made his mouth water. Feeling you ooze around him, your walls only tightening and spasming only bringing him over the edge along with you. 

“Shitshitshit that’s it mami. Fuck that’s it. Damn I’m gonna cum you feel so good~ Ugh! Fuck mami I love you~” Heart fluttering as he turns your head to kiss you deeply, hips stilling as he spills his thick seed inside your contracting cunt.  Tongues battling as he shook above you before pulling away with sigh, arms dragging you to lay on your side with him. Cock buried in your pussy as he kept kissing your head, sweet goody Usopp back in an instant as he smiles behind you lovingly. “I really do love you!” 

[scruffypegasus]

Blue Fem SniperGriffin Ref

Blue Fem SniperGriffin Ref 01 2022  Class Name: Fem SniperGriff

Name: Sahirah

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Race:  vulturegryph

Family: Alive, but she's not in any contact with them. 

Single or Taken:

Friends: Her teammates? 

Personality: Comes across as mean and selfish on first impression, it just takes a 'long' while for her to warm up to new people, and even when she dose, she's mostly only be interested in being your friend if you have something that could benefit her (Be it skills on and off the battle field). She wasn't always like this, Sahirah once had a friend, but now their enemies, and she never want's to feel that pain of loosing someone so important to her again, so she keeps everyone at wing length and keeps up a mean attitude the only one she doesn't do this too is the Medic's, she's not so foolish to give them any problems .  

Likes: Gold, her pet scorpion Pinch

Dislikes: Spies, being in debt (Either money wise or owing someone) 

Strength’s: She's The second best Sniper on Blue Team 

Weakness: She is physically rather slow, and because of this, Sahirah will choose to fight than run from a situation, as theirs's no point in running/flying if your enemy is just going to catch up to you, so better go down fighting that giving them an easy shot. 

Weapons: Sniper Rifle and the Prinny Machete 

Pet's: Yellow Scorpion named Pinch (Based on the Alien Swarm Parasite)