#i like devildogs for them

[biscuitsandhorrorslash]

My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand

Nigel x Roberto Bellini

[beautyliesbehindthehills]

Unboxing Neteyam

I saw this hilarious post on Twitter the other day, and thought "What if?" Well, this is the "What if".

Location: Operations Center, Hell's Gate. The RDA deserters gather around the Halo Station display and make themselves comfortable. Some of them are scientists, like Max Patel, others are simply curious to watch the "revolutionary" footage Norm said he had just gotten his hands on. Norm approaches the control panel of the holographic projection table. He plugs in a USB stick, clicks on the newest file added to it, and everybody goes silent as a video begins to play.

A male Avatar is crouched in front of the camera. It is obvious he has just pressed the "Record" button by the way he moves away from the screen. Norm notes the mischief in his eyes and instinctively braces himself for whatever's about to come out of his friend's mouth.

Jake: "Hey, guys! Welcome to my channel, DevilDog-NowInBlue. My name is Jake Sully, just in case you're new here, and today I'm going to be unboxing and reviewing a Na'vi baby: my son, Neteyam! Super cool, right?"

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[woolieshubris]

wobbledogs on steam is on sale for $13.39 USD, i highly reccomend it, I have like, 40 hours in it, its one of my favorite games. its a pet sim mixed with long furby, with an incredibly in depth genetics system that you can actually control. i finally mutated a worm wobbler, after a ton of effort. (no seriously, it took way too much effort, i kept getting stuck with one leg.) i even have a few headcanon breeds, such as angeldogs, (dogs with multiple heads, spider eyes, and multiple wings) and devildogs (dogs with long ears, dark coloration, splotchy patterning, and bat wings.) i hope to make ocean dogs, (dogs with no back legs and two stub tails, making them look like mermaids) and a proper squirreldog, (a dog with long back legs and short front legs, as well as a very short body and a huge curled tail) because all of my previous squirreldogs couldnt walk :,)

The mechanics allow you to plan things out, and they are constantly adding new updates that add new features, new genetics, and QOL improvements, such as being able to see your dogs recessive vs dominant genes, allowing you to plan for large projects and try to get specific types of eyes/noses/ears. The game is really fun, and I can't recommend it enough.

[mashbits]

Um... hi! So uh, even though I requested to other people, I never saw a MC with cynophobia! I feel left out 🥺 everybody saying they want to pet Cerberus while I would stay away from that thing. So basically, if it's not a problem, can you do a MC with cynophobia for the brothers? (If you want you can do also the undatebles) Also, uh, expecttohavesomemorerequestsfromme. Thank you!

I don’t see it around much so I’d be glad to provide!! I’ll be waiting for more requests then~ 😚

MC with cynophobia + the brothers

Warnings ;; dogs, mostly fluff

mc is gender neutral!

Lucifer 🐺

Ah, the big dog daddy

Cerberus is his pride (pun intended) and joy

So of course, once you two get closer, he’d want to show the “puppy” off

It was pretty much planned out

Like everything he does

He told you he had to take care of work elsewhere and suggested you tag along

“It’ll give you a look into more responsibility in the Devildom,”

He just wanted his two favorite beings to meet 🥺

He never planned out the outcome however

As soon as you laid eyes on the three headed beast, you froze

He could feel you shaking next to him and you weren’t even touching

“MC? What’s the matter?”

You could barely comprehend what he asked

He quickly lead you out in case Cerberus’s excitement overwhelmed you even more

You were lead to his room and sat on the bed while he tried calming you down with gentle words and an arm around your shoulder

Comforting isn’t his strong suit, he tried his best 👉👈

Once you took a deep breath, you calmly explained your fear, nervous that he’d laugh about it

He’s very understanding however

He apologized for not telling you about the task beforehand, and promised to keep you away from his pet

You hugged him in appreciation, thanking him for being so nice about it, missing the pink that dusted his cheeks at the contact

Though he quickly brushed it away and wrapped around you

He could ease you into a better first-meeting with Cerberus another time, when both of you are prepared and willing

Mammon 💸

It happened when you and Mammon were walking around the Devildom

You just came out of Majolish, you having paid for mostly everything

He promised lunch on him though!

“Be grateful, human, it ain’t everyday you get spoiled by the GREAT Mammon~”

It is actually, he spoils you a lot

He buys you lil gifts but hopes you don’t know it’s from him

Lil tsundere cutie smh

Anyways, you snatch a spot at an outdoor seating, putting your bags on one of the seats while he goes up to order

You just waiting, until you hear barking in the distance, slowly getting louder

As you begin to tremble you stand, walk over to Mammon, and hold onto his shirt from behind as he waits for the food

He’s startled at first

“Oi! W-What do ya think yer doin’?”

Blushing^2

He point to the chihuahua-like animal being walked nearby, quietly explaining your fear

He raises a brow, thinking your joking, but the way you shake against his back- how small you feel, it pains his heart

He turns around to wrap an arm around you, so your face was turned against his chest

“Yer scared of a tiny devildog? Doesn’t matter, I’m here to protect ya.”

He can and will fight a dog for you don’t test him

Once it’s gone, he takes the food and you back to the table

You’re sitting right up against his side, just a precaution in case another travels by

He’s not complaining

Leviathan 🕹

It was your annual gaming night

Snacks, sodas, and so many pillows

That was your idea, it’s so comfy, and Levi wasn’t about to deny his favorite normie

He recently bought a 2 player game, totally not because he wanted to spend more time with you

No way he’d want to hang out with some normie human 😤

He gave you the comfiest chair before you began

It was all going great at first

He kept sneaking glances over at you as you both played, and the big grin on your face honestly made his heart go doki doki

But the next time he looked over, your expression was changed

You looked uncomfortable, shifting in the chair, almost afraid?

Baby boy was confused, worried (but he’d never admit to it) and asked you what was wrong

You told him you were afraid of dogs, even fake ones made you nervous

“LOL that’s it? What a freaking normie.”

On the inside he screamed

He paused the game to save your progress before switching his console off

“It’s lame anyways, the reviews said it wasn’t that good too. Let’s watch some anime.”

No matter how much he’d want to play a game, he doesn’t want you uncomfortable when you’re with him

He’d watch his least favorite anime if it meant you were having fun

You said he didn’t have to as he put on a show you both were binging previously

But the small look of relief on your face said it all

If you cuddle up to him in the bathtub bed while you binge, as a thanks, he will explode

He’s also trying his best

Satan 📚

Good thing he’s a cat person instead

He probably dislikes dogs (not hate, he would never turn one down if it needs care)

Most likely doesn’t like them because of Lucifer

It’s all in spite at this point

Anyways you’re probably sitting in the living room with Satan

He’s reading, you’re reading over his shoulder

He loves your presence

It’s calming, that mixed with his books is a euphoria he cherishes

It’s ruined when Lucifer walks in

Satan grumbles under his breath, hoping to send the eldest brother away as quick as possible

Lucifer is asking if they’ve seen one of Ceberus’ collars anywhere, and when Satan dismisses him and the subject, he’s off

You look up at him, asking who Cerberus was

“You don’t know? He’s a three headed dog, a guardian of sorts. Lucifer treats him more like a son than a pet though-“

He pauses when he notices your look of worry

Drops everything to ask if you’re alright, and it would be amusing if you weren’t nervous about this newfound information

When you explained you were afraid of dogs, he nodded understandingly

“He rarely leaves his room anyways. You won’t be bothered.”

Satan will protect you at all costs

You thank him with a smile and return to leaning against his shoulder, now hugging his arm

He smiles as well, going back to reading

He’ll be on the lookout to keep you away from any dog in the Devildom

Asmodeus 💅🏻

Spa day!

He takes you out for a whole afternoon of shopping, self-care, and cuddling

He gets you all to himself for once, and he will splurge

He’s leading you by the arm to your next destination, definitely hells version of Sephora, when he feels you suddenly tense

Slows down to look back at you, following your gaze to a dog perched outside a store, the leash tied to a pole

When he feels you shake he pouts, pulling you away from the line of sight

“Fear is bad for the skin darling! You’ll get wrinkles, tsk tsk.”

He definitely knows what’s wrong before you have to explain it

I hc that he’s one of the most observant of the brothers

When you’re away, he brushes your hair gently with his fingers, offering a calming smile as he tells you it’s alright

“You’re safe with me, dear. No doggie will go near your beautiful skin on my watch!”

He doesn’t have to use his powers to charm you. You already feel better just being close to him

You’re lowkey grateful you don’t have to talk about it, since he’s already pulling you into the next store

You spend the rest of the time clung to his arm, just the way he likes it~

Beelzebub 🍔

You’re both out on a lunch date

Well, he’s out on a lunch date. You’re just there to apologize to the owners as he scarfs down his umpteenth order

You’re mostly watching him, laughing and wiping his face of the grease

He’s adorable when his cheeks are stuffed

You’re just enjoying his presence, thankful for some time alone with him, until movement from the window catch your eye

A dog is walking by, and it’s darkened eyes catch your own

Despite being saved by glass and a “no-dogs allowed” policy, you scoot closer to Beel instinctively

He glanced down at you when he feels how tense you are now

“MC? Are you okay?”

He sounds so concerned, he even put down his burger to focus on you 😭

You nod and smile reassuringly at him, saying you just saw a dog outside

Boys confused until you add that you have a fear of them

He frowns at first, then nods

One strong arm wraps around you in a secured hold, keeping you close to his larger body

“I’ll make sure to protect you from them. I won’t let you get hurt.”

He’s so sweet I can’t

Beels a gentle giant but he’d throw hands with god if it meant you were safe

You forget all about the dog as he holds you, now eating once again, and offering you pieces of his meals

Belphegor 🛌

You and Belphie have horror movie marathons and you can pry this hc from my grave

You’re in his bed, cuddled up without a care, surrounded by blankets and pillows

It’s just you two, since Beel went out to get food again

Everything’s normal- until he puts on a movie with a killer dog

It’s not even that well-made of a movie, but one scene makes you jump a mile

Your face is suddenly in his chest, your arms clinging to his jacket

Belphies confused af now

You’re never this jumpy when it comes to these movies

He asks you what your deal is, his voice tired and annoyed like always, but he really does care

You mumble out that you’re terrified of dogs, making him pause

Then laugh

It’s not to be a bully I swear

But you? The human who’s not afraid of even him, who could stand up to Lucifer despite knowing he’d kill you without hesitation

You, who would probably fistfight the king of the Devildom himself

Is scared of a dog?

“You’re so stupid.”

He laughed again, but his arms found their way around your waist

He held you closer now, a more protective feeling in his aura washing over you

He kept your face in his chest during the rest of the movie

Even if you peeked out, if a dog scene came on, he made sure you were hidden and listening to his heartbeat instead of the barking

[drabbleitout]

The Last Line: The Apostates

Taglist: @for-fuchs-sake, @simplelinesunfashiond, @starlitesymphony, @abalonetea, @idreamonpaper  

When the fortress of Dresden fell at the hand of the Brogaldans, reinforcements were only able to find thirteen survivors before they were forced to retreat. Thirteen out of eight hundred lived to see another day. Thirteen faced death. Thirteen chose to fight again.

Becker and twelve of his men are all that remains of his original regiment. Known as the Fallen Sons, DevilDogs, or merely the Apostates, there’s no doubt they are some of the most skilled men in the Anglian force; some of which are the only Anglians to have seen the Brogaldan High King and lived.

Reconnaissance

Goral Keubrich (38)– Keubrich is Thegn of Becker’s scouting division. Petite and narrow, Keubrich is easy to pick out of a crowd due to his messy bun of curls and combat goggles. Don’t let his kind and quiet personality fool you, he is a skilled strategist, enough so to be considered Becker’s right hand man post-Dresden. He came from a small settlement in the west that, after being attacked by Brogalda, was determined to do something to protect those who could not protect themselves. Skills: Stealth, tactic, stringed instruments.

Ichiro Hanari (27)– Hanari is a scout, a Shader, and extremely personal. Somewhat of a mystery to everyone else, he has a reputation as a ghost, known to assassinate an entire Brogaldan guard without detection. Easily irritated, somewhat melodramatic, Hanari is best left to himself. No one is entirely certain what his story is, only that he may have had family in the services. Skills: Stealth, Night vision, assassination, poetry.

Zeveriah “Zev” Exkorn (20) – Exkorn is one of the youngest left alive, second youngest in fact. A scout, he was originally the mascot of the regiment, but dedicated himself to fighting the Brogalda and remaining with those who experienced Dresden. For his skill in reading the land, remembering information, and endurance running, he tends to be loud, easily excitable, and constantly trying to prove himself. Found as an orphan by Becker, he eagerly wants to be an officer himself one day. Skills: Gambling, long distance running, photographic memory.

Rhys Pascal (40) – Pascal comes from a long line of military men. He has a brother in the Navy, somewhere, maybe. He has a little trouble remembering some things, but that’s alright. He’s a skilled sniper, the one who taught Becker how to shoot, actually. If he remembers correctly. Ready, aim, fire is all Rhys has really done and he’s not about to stop now. If he doesn’t cover these ankle biters, who will? Skills: Sharp shooter, story teller, part time therapist.

Infantry

Ruben Quinn (42)– Quinn is Thegn of Becker’s infantry division. You’re not going to find anyone like Quinn, no matter where you look. Loud, funny, and really good at bear hugs, this walking fortress is always making sure everyone is doing alright. Quinn is the leading combat operative, using his build to his advantage. But he isn’t all brawn. Quinn is trusted with ordering detachments where they need to be without the need of permission from Becker. Skills: Heavy Hitter, Team Mom, Tactician

Sture Wolfe (36)– Don’t let Wolfe out of your sight, for your own safety. Don’t take anything he offers you. And whatever you do, don’t ask what he’s working on. Wolfe is the infantry’s explosives engineer. He’s always coming up with some new way to turn Brogaldans into bits. A gambler, with more than just his life, he got into the military for the adrenaline rush –explosions came later. Skills: Chemist, Explosives, Gambler. 

Oren Nowak (33)– Nowak is a quiet, skilled fighter. He blames it on not being able to talk with a cigarette in his mouth, but he hasn’t spoken since Dresden. No one pries and he’s still friendly. A good teacher and listener, he has a knack for spotting mines before anyone else. You can usually find him at the front of the line, moseying through the weeds. Skills: Hand-to-hand, Mine Detection, Sewing.

Evrim Balcan (35) – Balcan knows all there is to know about different weapons, even weapons that existed before the bombs fell. He can tell you all about the satellites, the old wars, what issue of blade you’re holding. A bit of a history buff, he can’t really remember a life before the military. It gave him a good education and he loves showing off his sword work. He especially likes Nowak, and there’s a rumor they can read each other’s minds. Skills: Sword fighting, History, Weapon Knowledge

Cavalry

Orval Thorn (55) – Thorn is Thegn of Becker’s Cavalry division. He knows the ins and outs of anything man has figured out how to put a saddle on. Originally a farmer, Thorn is one of the few remaining Anglian soldiers who had a wife. He remembers women. Was sure he was going to have a daughter. Was working in the fields when he lost them. His concern now is taking down as many Brogaldans as he can in this lifetime. If you aren’t an Apostate, don’t expect to get anything out of him. Skills: Plant knowledge, Equestrian Care, horseback combat.

Wyatt Gaxiola (36)– Gaxiola is the most laid back person you will ever meet. Napping whenever he gets the chance, with horses any other time, he’ll always greet you with a wide smile. Somewhat shy, he does tend to like the company of horses more than people, but in times like these, who can blame him? Fearless on horseback and a determined fighter, he’s a force to be reckoned with. Skills: Equestrian Care, Pole Weapons, Cooking.

Matthew McCarthy (30) – Need to break your own horse? Have no clue what you’re doing? McCarthy is the guy you’re looking for. Always ready with a joke, with an infectious laugh, McCarthy steals the show as soon as he walks in the room. But he isn’t for everyone. Stable-hand turned soldier he’s one of the more unruly apostates. One of the more serious injured in Dresden, McCarthy lost a hand, and most feeling in his legs, but he refuses to give up the fight. Skills: Sharp shooting, Wrangling, Dad Jokes.

Aidan Burel (27) – Aidan is always picking fights, and blames it on McCarthy. They’re both guilty. A horse racer, trick rider, known for stealing the enemies mounts right out from under them, Burel is a spitfire who listens to no one. No one except Becker. If there’s someone trash talking the Apostates, Burel can hear them from a mile away, and he’s already on his way. New to the military, and the last remaining of triplets, these devildogs are his new family. Skills: Trick Riding, Off Key Singing, Fighting –literally anyone and anything.

[davos-steelserpent]

Continued from here with @punisher-devildog:

Frank noticed the kid looking over what he had then looking at him.  The kid’s gaze moved to something, someone probably behind Frank.  He tensed, not sure if it was a setup, but what the kid saw made him change his mind about Frank.  It didn’t mean that whomever was behind him was an ally.  They might just have been a bigger threat to the kid.

Frank turned to get a good look at whomever was approaching.  Something in the way the guy held himself told Frank the guy knew how to handle himself.  The moment he spoke Frank knew he wasn’t from America, how long he’d been here was anyone’s guess.  It was possible that English wasn’t his first language, but his accent told Frank wherever he learned it wasn’t in America.  Nothing concerning so far, at least to Frank.

Frank was about to reply when the shouting attracted his attention.  “I’ll, um, help you out after I take care of whatever is going on over there,” he said and took off jogging in the direction of the shouting.

He passed the corner of a building and glanced down an alley.  It was clear, but just beyond it there was a group of teenagers or maybe 20 somethings.  He couldn’t see what was happening clearly, but it looked like they were attacking someone.

Davos had also stopped and turned towards the shouting. He needed to find his students, but that didn’t mean he was going to overlook anything else he came across while on his way. A lot of people needed help and many of them had no one left to assist them. Providing critical aid was part of who he was and always wanted to be, but it was even more integral to him now because of the power he held.

Protecting people included bystanders. Davos turned to the man to tell him he should get in his van and go, but before he could speak, the man was already moving towards the shouting. He followed quickly, but made sure to give the man room in case he changed his mind.

Davos used the building as cover, but it was mostly unneeded. The group was intent on what they were doing, not on watching for potential intruders. He wondered if the other man knew what was happening. He turned to him and whispered, “I can distract them. Think you can extract their target?”

[impala-dreamer]

Oppion on Twinkies?

I actually do not like them. The creme in those are gross. 

I prefer a DevilDog or a Yodel over Twinkies. 

[thereaderandthechef]

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[usmccarter]

#Saoirse keeps digging these #grubs up out of the ground and bringing them in the house. Ughh. I hope these things aren't giving her any parasites like #worms #DogsOfInstagram #doglovers #dogpound #doggiedogworld #furrylifefurrywife #FurryFriends #furfamily #furrylife #furryfamily #loverofmutts #muttfamily #devildogs #furryporn #ThroughOurLives #rescuesofinstagram #specialneedsdogs https://www.instagram.com/p/B3rhewTAsC5/?igshid=nv5ltalqqyx

[bamfingblueberryelf]

@punisher-devildog

It felt odd to be older again, but Kurt was more than ready to go back outside and stretch his legs in the sunlight. 

It wasn’t long before he heard gunfire, lots and lots of gunfire.

Not one to run away from trouble, Kurt quickly dropped to all fours and raced through the streets, bamfing as he went, to try and find the source of the fight. Was it a gang fight or something else? Either way, he wanted to find out what was happening and see if he could put a stop to it before anyone innocent was hurt.

Kurt was perched on a high building when he finally found what looked like one man holding back over half a dozen dangerous looking robots that were advancing on him. He was firing at them, but several were readying weapons and Kurt knew the man couldn’t guard himself from all sides.

Kurt knew what he had to do. He swallowed his fear, crossed himself, and vanished from his perch. 

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, I’m helping!”

Kurt had appeared behind the man and grabbed him around the middle before he teleported with him back up to the roof. He quickly backed away from the man, his hands up to show he wasn’t armed. “I thought you could use a better vantage point,” he offered with a weak smile.

[angelhandstattoo]

I really loved doing this spooky-cute take on the Red Riding Hood theme for @christamandel, complete with basket and little devil dog- really grateful for clients like Christa who bring these fantastic ideas and let me run with them!! 🥰🖤💜♥️💜🖤🐶😈 . . @joatwood @avalontattoo_2 #joatwoodtattoos #angelhandstattoo #avalontattoo2 #AdamsAve #sandiegotattoo #northparktattoo #ladytattooers #tattoo #tattooer #inked #freshlyinked #radtattoos #sandiegotattooshop #sandiegotattooartist #northparktattooer #femaletattooartists #tattoosofinstagram #NorthPark #NorthParkSD #art #artistsofinstagram #spooky #spookytattoo #gothgirl #gothgirltattoo #devildog #devildogtattoo #littleblackridinghood #spookycute (at Avalon Tattoo II) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf5sBnEOKd7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[betagundam]

Why I believe Gundam Tanaka is autistic

I originally only wrote this for a questionnaire but I thought I may as well post it here- these aren’t all the reasons but the majority I can recall from the top of my head !! Feel free to reblog and add your own!! (Don’t tag this pay as kin me id etc tho please !!)

Gundam is shown to have limited interests purely in animal related topics or that of magic. Gundam is also shown to dislike anpromorphzisintg animals like making them talk in films however this is actually very common in people who study animals and animal care- anpromorphzisintg animals leads to bad care and a poor understanding of them and shows a lack of respect for animals- but it could also be an autism thing.

He is very eccentric and uses a wide, but ‘old’ vocabulary to express himself which makes it very hard for others to understand him. He is shown he could be hyperlexic as well.

Gundam is very touch adversive claiming he has poison in his veins however has hated touching others since childhood, refusing to hold hands in class and doing PE. A scene in his final FTE shows him holding hands with the main protagonist, Hinata Hajime, in which Gundam grips Hajimes hand very tightly. I believe this could be because of multiple reasons either a reaction to negative sensory input or because he doesn’t know his own strength and how you should correctly hold hands.

He is always seen with his token purple scarf which is perceived as a comfort item of sorts or even a sensory thing always having his mouth covered, he often hides behind this as well.

Gundam also seems to not be aware of temperatures much, wearing two shirts, a long black jacket and scarf in the summer, but not showing any response to heat. I believe Gundam prefers the feeling of layered heavy clothing for sensory reasons- however in his second school uniform he only wears a blazer and black shirt.

There is also then his insistence things be referred to by their names, specifically names he’s given them for example- his infamous devildog earring scene or his hamster being referred to as the dark gods/devas

There are many more reasons presented in the game but I’ve wrote enough !!

[dcrkmessich]

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT // legacy prompt. 

the punisher ended where he began --- in a blood bath. 

there something about it that makes it feel complete. ending where he had began. the room wreaked of the smell of death and gunpower. thick layers of crimson decorated the floor and walls along with bulletholes. the job was done. the bastards he had been hunting for so long had lead riddling their bodies. “ you did good, frank. ” the product of war rasped a chuck to himself. “ you did good. ”

frank knew how this was going to look like in the papers once though damn journalists got this story in their hands. the public was going to CRUCIFY his name in the papers. a soldier how had let war poison his mind. the former leatherneck that was sent from hell. not a devildog but a HELLHOUND. 

his hand trembled as he reached inside his vest, ripping open a velcro pocket and pulling out the cell phone inside. there was only one number on that phone and it was on speed dial one. too bad he’s sent to voicemail once he puts the call on speaker. 

“ hey --- karen. ” frank’s voice as weak and horse, “ it looks like this is the last time i’m going to ask a favor of you. i need you to take care of max for me. ” he paused to cough, more blood spilling out onto his visage. “ i’m not going to be coming home tonight to take care of him. not tonight. “ or ever again. damn, he was going to miss max. he had only just told him that he loved him. “ the key is ontop of the door frame. he won’t bite you, he knows you’re smell. ” clenching his jaw slightly, frank shook his head as he lost feeling in both of his legs, “ and karen. i just want to say thank you. for seeing more in me then there every was. don’t miss me too much, yeah? ”

dropping the phone beside his head, frank didn’t even bother hanging up. it was almost time. “ you think i’m going to be able to see maria and my kids again? ” looking up at the ceiling, frank searched the bullet riddled surface. for the first time since then, frank had decided to be the catholic again. “ i just wanna see them one more time. “ his eyes fluttered shut as his breathing slowed. 

“ one batch. two batch. penny and --- ”

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Jeeves Peeves & Nocturnal Emissions - Mountain Monsters

Gosh I used to enjoy this show. The premise is simple. Six backwoods outdoorsmen from the Appalachian area seek out monsters that people in small towns and farms are asking them to investigate. First let me introduce the cast. Trapper:  Team leader. He's a tracker. Hell, they all are. His specialty was examining shit barehanded and sniffing it too. He would pull it apart to see what it was composed of. Unfortunately he died recently. His digestive by-products examinations will be sorely missed. Buck:  Youngest team member. He's in charge now that Trapper's gone. He's the fattest of the group by a wide margin. But he, like the rest of the group, can flat move in the forest. When you're brought up in a poor semi-wilderness environment, your chances of survival are greater if you're fast on your feet. Jeff:  Researcher. Relates history and legends about the creatures they're after. Old, bearded  and overweight. Old in Appalachia is anyone over fifty. Huckleberry:  Security.  Same age as Jeff. Tallest of the crew, bearded and also in need of a diet.  They all carry guns except Jeff who carries an infrared heat sensor.   Willy:  Trap builder. Probably  in his forties and in shape. He comes up with a different creative trap every week. Wild Bill:  Assistant trap builder. Same age as Jeff. A crazy and loud ex-Marine. Desperately in need of oral hygiene improvement. If he was put on a corn on the cob diet he would starve to death. Also entertainingly clumsy on occasion.  Quite an interesting crew.   I'll start off as if Trapper is still alive. Someone calls say from West Virginia about monster sightings. The crew except for Willy and Bill go to investigate. They talk to locals and even are shown videos and photos of the beast. When the viewers see this visual evidence its only for a split second or two which to me is bogus. All such evidence should be broken down and shown in more detail. Then they go on a survey to get the lay of the land. In search of the Devildog, Grassman, Wildman and so on. They always make varying degrees of contact. Real or not, it's a refreshing departure from the Finding Bigfoot series which in its ten years or so run seems to scare or repulse the creatures they seek.    Next the crew calls Willy and gives him information to pre-fab a trap that he and Bill erect with cut trees on a game trail near the activity of the day/night before. These traps are simple, big, sturdy, clever and almost never capture the creatures. The fun is watching them build the traps. Bill means well but needs Willy's guidance as he has a limited attention span. When the trap is tested, all the guys clap and yell. Team spirit.    Next is the night hunt on the ground and in quads. They encounter crude tree limbs arranged in odd patterns, cornfields, hollows, boulders, hills and creeks. They get harassed and chase these things trying to direct them to the trap. Usually  when the thing is in the trap it escapes before the team reaches it. One time they were after a giant hog. The Hellhog. They had a shadowy video of a huge outlaw pig from a local farmer. They captured it and the viewer saw it in the trap. But the pig in the trap was just a large barnyard specimen. I'm a seasoned viewer and caught the discrepancy immediately.    Occasionally one member will get 'cursed' by one of the creatures. Disappear and then be found half naked and in a daze. This never happens to Bill as there would be no noticeable change. One time Huckleberry went missing on a chase and was found almost naked and incoherent. No sane person wants to see that. Why would an entity want to get close to a hairy, tall and fetid smelling individual? I have no idea. Once Huckleberry removed a metal foreign object from Jeff's nose with forceps which you don't see every day. At the end of every show they have a group yell and leave the area. I liked the show until......    In the fifth season they (who?) changed the format. The team goes to the haunted Black Forest in search for a Bigfoot. They encounter a sinister red shack, child of the woods, a Bigfoot, and another monster I can't remember. They also start encountering a 'rogue team' of mystery men who harass and kidnap them at will. The rogues are always a step ahead. So begins a wilderness soap opera that continues every episode. Our guys are coerced into scavenger hunts looking for clues for secrets of the Black Forest. Gone are the lighthearted romps in a different location every week. This happened until the end of the season. Then the show went on hiatus for over a year and a half. I didn't think it would return. Travel channel last September presented new episodes. I was excited until they went back to that Black Forest crap again. Same old shit with this 'rogue team' concept. I don't know if this is the end of the series or not. I do know the guys have enough personality to carry the show without the needless gimmicks of the same location and a mysterious enemy gang. I'd like to say something clever, but it's a bummer seeing an entertaining show turned on its ear.                                                        Hiatusly............Jeeves   

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N A M E: Nathan Toussaint “Nate” Harper A G E: 38 P L A C E   O F   O R I G I N: Miami, Florida G R O U P: Cheyenne Country Club O C C U P A T I O N: Leader F C: Anthony Mackie

❝ The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain. ❞

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P O S I T I V E   T R A I T S: disciplined ; methodical N E G A T I V E   T R A I T S: strong-willed ; suspicious

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L I F E   B E F O R E   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

‘Poor, unfortunate boy.’ Those three words had followed Toussaint all his life, ever since his birth, even though he was named after a hero that lead their people into revolution. ‘Poor, unfortunate boy.’ The rapid fire sad clucks of his friends mother’s floated over his head as they handed him patties to eat before he went home to the ramshackle plywood shack. ‘Poor, unfortunate boy.’ Said to him when a doctor rested a large hand on his forehead at age eight as he burned with a fever that claimed his parents. ‘Poor, unfortunate boy.’ Whispered by nuns as he sat, alone and withdrawn, studying French picture books while the other children ran around him laughing in the orphanage. ‘Poor, unfortunate boy.’ Spoken in a language he didn’t understand as he stared into the first set of blue eyes he had ever seen when missionaries knelt in front of him and tried to get him to smile.

That language and those missionaries took Toussaint away from the world he had known for two years, the colorful walls of the dormitories and whispers that went long into the night in a language the nuns refused to acknowledge, and shoved him into world that wanted him to forget everything before. They branded him with a new name, Nathan, and fed him food he had never eaten before that made him gag. Enclosed him in a room that was so quiet at night he couldn’t hide his tears. They made him learn another language, one that sat heavy on his tongue and made him angry.

Then the words that followed him changed. ‘Willful, ungrateful child.’ He could hear it through his ‘parent’s’ walls in their new oceanside home or uttered in sharp tones to him when he tipped over his plate that made him sick to his stomach at the breakfast table. ‘Willful, ungrateful child.’ Lectures from his school authorities when he refused to speak English that he could hardly understand or fought with children that made fun of him for the color of his skin or the way his words tripped over themselves. ‘Willful, ungrateful child.’ The church community tittered among themselves at the only black boy in the pews, one that stared with glum eyes and a unsatisfied slash of a mouth that never smiled but only looked at the crucifix with something like envy. ‘Willful, ungrateful child.’ Hissed through clenched teeth as his new mother scrubbed his clothes to wash away mud and dirt from his playtimes that ruined the perfect picture they wanted to create.

But he adapted, tucked his languages he grew up with into the back of his mouth and watched his knuckles split open from concrete walls as he bit back the anger.Both sets of three words fell away, and he became Nate — an angry teenager that had a heart of steel. They all told him he should be thankful that he was saved from the slums of Haiti, while he kept in his back pocket a map charting the way to the Haitian community in Florida, a place he believed would be more of a home to him than his parent’s. He made it through high school, graduated even, and moved to Miami. His parents might have been tearful when they found the note on his bed, but he would never know, as that evening was the last time he would ever see them.

Miami was everything he dreamed of. There, his languages were spoken as he remembered, the tones and slides that filled his dreams in that lonely bed over a thousand miles away. But it was hard from him there. He lived in a car, and then an apartment shared with four other young men like him. One of the other boys one day came back with a thick packet of information, a folder embossed with a globe and anchor, an eagle with with its wings spread. The next day he found the closest recruitment center with a poster in the window that boldly proclaimed: ‘the few, the proud, the Marines.’

Nate found an outlet for the anger in his bones. He pushed himself and his fellow recruits as hard as their trainers, and volunteered for extra duties. If the Marines were the best of the best, Nate wanted to be better. He wanted to be a hero, worthy of his name his birth parents gifted him with. He made it through basic training with one of the highest scores his instructor had ever seen, and was soon before the screening board in the reconnaissance selection. He passed on his first try, a near unheard of feat.

Two years of intense training, of black hats screaming at him that he just broke his knees, of carrying a full pack while submerged, of living in the bush for a week, pushed him like he had never before been pushed. But Nate relished it, the drive he felt making him try harder to be the best he could possibly be. Two years of intense training before he was certified as a ‘Reconnaissance Man, Parachutist and Combatant Diver Qualified.’ It was the proudest achievement of his life and he was placed with the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion just in time for the start of Operation Enduring Freedom.

Iraq became his proving ground. Nate met the men that became more than his platoon, more than just comrades wearing the same insignia. They became his everything, his sword and shield, the adopted family of brothers he believed in more than God or their commanders. He re-upped again, disappointed to lose contact with some of his fellow Devildogs but always happy to meet new ones. He moved around the country, deployed to far flung corners of the world he never imagined he would see.

Yet through it all, the underlying anger of his youth simmered beneath his skin, burning hotter than any unforgiving sun that that might beat down on his skin. He remained bitter, but hid it well from his fellow men with sarcasm ( but sarcasm always shown at the right time ), an intent to protect the soldier next to him, and a desire to further the mission at whatever personal cost. Nate climbed up the ranks, becoming a Sergeant in due time, with a command over his own Recon team.

L I F E   D U R I N G   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Nate was in his re-up period, he had signed the paperwork already and had his orders — but he was relaxing for a week at home in Miami before attending another speciality school, this time Military Free Fall Jumpmaster School. Then he got a new order, join the Recon Marines in Camp Pendleton to assist with a national level emergency. Nate flew out, and found the camp in high gear, rolling out Reserves and combat personnel in equal measures, something that worried him. He was assigned to San Diego, set up in a IFAV with a Recon team of six men, two of which he already knew.

By the end of the day, that number was whittled down to three, both men he previously knew were dead, ripped apart by humans that weren’t quite humans — creatures that had to be put down by headshots. He could only watch helplessly as the civilians and service members alike died, finger fluttering around the trigger of his M4. They didn’t have ROI that told them they could open fire, hell, they didn’t have any sort of communication from upper management. Nate took it upon himself to change the ROI and told his remaining men to fire in self defense.

Then it was just him. It tore his heart in half to see every single man under his command dead or missing, but that was the moment Nate knew nothing was going to be the same. He left San Diego, abandoning his post like the coward he felt he was in the first week. His family was gone, not his adopted parents, they had disappeared from his life far before, but his brothers in arms and he felt like he was responsible for it. His old life was over and he was a man lost.

He aimed for Canada, certain the colder weather would slow down the dead walking, as he knew he could survive in the wilderness for as long as it took. However, this new life had different plans for him. Just outside Salt Lake City, a little over two years into the whole mess, a shadow started following him. A shadow of breathing living kind. A young boy — maybe 9 or 10, small for his size, skin a darker shade of midnight than his — followed him from a distance. He was like a carrion bird, trailing after him and picking at the scraps he left behind.

The boy reminded him of himself when he was his age, the same sullen look and glare like the world was the one angry at him ( not the other way around ). Maybe that was the reason why when the boy creeped into his small clearing, he didn’t immediately run him off. Instead he offered the rest of his can of beans, which the boy scarfed down. Nate asked questions, where he came from, what was his name, what he wanted from Nate. The boy didn’t answer any of them and just stared at him from across the fire, chin on knees and curled into a small ball. When Nate grew tired of his questioning ( this kid could give the interrogator trainers a run for their money ) he laid down and said the kid could follow him as long as he would like, even if he never spoke a word.

The kid luckily could speak, though he didn’t often. Nate gave him his name, Red, after what appeared to be the kid’s favorite color. Despite his appearance the kid was strong, willing to keep pace with Nate for longer distances than most kids would. But even a kid like Red became worn down and Nate found himself carrying Red more and more often on his back. Nate knew he wouldn’t be able to continue like this. He would either have to stop or leave Red behind and the later was not an option for him. He had become attached to the young boy and when his sense of responsibility was awoken, it was a hard thing to forget. So they stopped in the nearest city, Cheyenne.

L I F E   A F T E R   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Nate still remains angry, pissed off at a cruel world that doesn’t seem to care for any sort of boys like Red and him. He no longer has any false ideals of being a hero, of being better than the best, he just tries to be a good man now. He still mourns the loss of his brotherhood of Marines, the pride of being something bigger than himself, and wishes to find something resembling it again. Bitterness coats his mouth every time he opens it, but the fire of being a survivor still burns in heart.

Part of that is thanks to Red, as the boy gives him a cause to live for. He had vowed to himself to never put another child in a position like he had been growing up, confused and separated from everything they had known but he knew for Red, he has become all the young boy knows. He isn’t willing to give up again, not when Red is clearly still alive and looking to him to be a role model. Yet he knows he can not be all Red knows forever, as one day, Nate will follow the route of his men — he’ll die — so he has assumed command of a camp established in Cheyenne, hoping to give a sense of community to Red he never had.