#newkirk speaks

[california-112]

"Alright, hold it, hold it, small talk later. We've got work to do."

Hogan's Heroes | S03E03 'D-Day At Stalag 13'

[benevolenterrancy]

i found a Hogan's Heroes drawing prompt buried in my inbox from forever ago and am very gleefully drawing it, but man anon have you ever reignited my passionate hatred for whatever the fuck they've done to Newkirk's wedge cap

[lolanbq]

"SWAN Fic" for WIP Wednesday?

They are fun and I have Way too many headcanons about it all

“You make interesting choices tracking us all down,” LeBeau said from where he was picking through the records he had stacked next to the player, “Newkirk, wouldn’t some music be lovely right about now?”

“Oh come off it, Louis, Shabbat doesn’t started for another hour. You can do it yourself, you’re standing right there.” Newkirk himself was standing on the opposite side of the room with an arm full of things he was clearing off their dining room table. LeBeau made no move to add the record to the player, only gazed at Newkirk with big eyes. “Oh fuck off.”

Peter Newkirk set the record and allowed the music to play.

[belphegor1982]

Top 5 platonic OTPs?

YOU. YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE 💜

Pike Trickfoot & Grog Strongjaw (Critical Role/Vox Machina) (buddiiiess 💖)

Arthur Pendragon & Perceval (Kaamelott)

Louis LeBeau & Peter Newkirk (Hogan's Heroes)

Leonardo & Miyamoto Usagi (any iteration of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Usagi Yojimbo)

Don Lope de Villalobos y Sangrin & Armand Raynal de Maupertuis (De Cape et de crocs) (French comics series, check it out, it's great - and even more if you're in the furry fandom)

I made a point of not including siblings or related characters :o)

[radarsteddybear]

I'd love it if you could do something with #22 with Hogan's Heroes (profanity optional/choose your own profanities according to whoever is speaking) 💜

Shows up 5 weeks later with 1.5k+ words.

Thank you for the prompt! 💜

Prompt is from here. This fic is also crossposted on AO3 and ff.net.

***

“Ok.  Everything set?”

Colonel Hogan’s men, arranged around him in a sort of a semicircle, nodded.  “Yes, Colonel.”

“All right, then.  We just have to—”

Suddenly, shots rang out.  The five men hit the dirt, and not a moment too soon.  After what felt like both an instant and an eternity, the gunshots came to an equally sudden end, and a stampede of German footsteps rushed through the trees.  Once they faded away, the men cautiously rose to their feet, brushing off dirt and wincing as they shook out joints and limbs that had made rather abrupt contact with the ground.  Nobody seemed to notice that Hogan was the last to get up, favoring his right side.

“What was that about?” Newkirk asked.

“I don’t know, but we’ve gotta get back to camp,” Hogan said, carefully zipping up his flight jacket.

“It’ll just take a minute to detonate the charges, Colonel,” Carter said.

“That’s fine,” Hogan said.  “I don’t know if we can wait any longer than that.”

“But orders from London—” Kinch began.

“I know what London ordered, but with this place crawling with trigger-happy krauts, I don’t think we can afford to wait for the train.”  His side twinged, and he fought back a wince.  “Just getting the tracks will have to be enough.”

“Oui, Colonel,” LeBeau said.

Hogan nodded.  “Carter?”

“Right, Colonel.”  Carter held up the detonator, his finger poised over the button.  “Uh, now?”

“Yes, now!”

Carter hit the button, and the world exploded into fire and flame and roaring thunder.  

“All right.  Let’s get back to camp,” Hogan said, not waiting for the sights and sounds to clear.  He didn’t miss the look on Carter’s face at not being able to see the entirety of the explosion, but that didn’t matter right now.  What mattered was getting back to Stalag 13 in one piece.

Hogan’s men quickly outpaced him, but that was ok.  From the back, he could keep an eye on them, and he’d be the first to know if anyone tried to sneak up on them. 

He stumbled over a tree root, nearly pitching face-first into the dirt before he caught himself on a low-hanging tree branch.  His side twinged again, louder this time.  He pressed a hand over it and kept moving.

Hogan’s breathing became labored as he made his way through the woods.  He found himself more and more leaning against passing trees, letting them take on some of the work of supporting his weight.

Hogan would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed worried glances his men were throwing back at him, or the way Kinch had slowed down to narrow the gap between them.  But there wasn’t much he could do to reassure them when it was getting increasingly difficult to keep upright.

Finally, finally, the tree stump came into view.  Newkirk, Carter, LeBeau, and Kinch paused to do a quick scope of the clearing, allowing Hogan to catch up.

Suddenly, Kinch was standing next to him.  “You all right, Colonel?”

Hogan gave a quick, impatient nod.  “Yeah, yeah.  Let’s just get inside.”

The world began to tilt and swirl around him.  Hogan squeezed his eyes shut and shook himself, trying desperately to remain on his feet.  He just needed to get into the tunnel, back into Stalag 13.  Then everything would be ok.

“You sure you’re all right, Colonel?”

Hogan opened his eyes.  The tunnel entrance was open, and Carter, LeBeau, and Newkirk were gone.  Kinch was the only one who hadn’t gone down into the tunnel yet.

Hogan nodded again.  “Yeah.  Let’s just get into the tunnel.”  His muscles tensed as pain shot through his side once again. 

Kinch was still standing beside him.

“What are you waiting for?  Let’s go.”

“Colonel—”

“And that’s an order!”

Kinch looked back at him for just a moment before heading down the tree stump.  Hogan took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself.  He counted to ten before heading down behind him. 

Instead of feeling relief from being so close to his bed, to sleep—hell, even the floor of the tunnel sounded wonderful right about now—each step was agony.  His limbs felt like jelly, his grip weak.  The world around him grew darker and more distant as he descended.  The ladder seemed to bob and sway underneath him, like it was attached to a submarine instead of a hole in the ground.  It took all of his concentration to find each rung, to make sure he had a solid foothold on it before shifting his weight onto that foot. 

“Colonel?  Are you ok?” came Kinch’s worried voice.  The rest of the voices from within the tunnel fell into concerned silence.

But Hogan didn’t answer.  He continued his descent, focusing on putting one foot after the other. 

“Colonel?”  This time it was Newkirk.

Hogan couldn’t help it.  His foot slipped, and he stumbled down those last few rungs.  Later, he would reflect that it couldn’t have been more than two or three, but now, it felt like a child who had leaned back to far in his chair at school, falling, falling, not knowing when he would make contact with the cold, hard ground, a fitting punishment for his hubris.  But instead, he was caught by multiple pairs of arms, too many to count.  He found himself surrounded by the shouts of his men.

“Colonel!”

“Colonel!”

“Colonel!”

Colonel Hogan was vaguely aware of his men crowding around him.  Someone unzipped his flight jacket.

“Shit.”

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“Merde.”

The last thought Colonel Hogan had before he fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness was that somebody ought to shield LeBeau from the sight.

***

The next thing Hogan was aware of was a painful tugging on his side.  He would have hissed in pain, but he didn’t quite have the strength.

“Easy, Colonel.  You’re all right.”  Hogan was having trouble placing the voice.  He knew it was one of his men, though not one of the core team who ran most of their missions.  Thomas?  Foster?

“There.  That should hold,” the voice said.  “Now it’s just a matter of keeping it clean and hoping for the best.”

Ah.  Wilson.  That made a lot of sense.

“Thanks a lot, Wilson.”  Now that was Kinch’s voice.

“Are you sure he’s going to be all right?”  Carter’s.

“I’m not sure of anything.  But I’ve done all that I can, so he’s got a pretty good shot.”

Hogan heard the sound of Wilson packing up his medical bag.  He wished he didn’t know it so well.

“If there’s anything else we can do, just say the word,” Newkirk said.  The accompanying footsteps told Hogan that he was walking Wilson to the door.

“Just what I told you.  Change the bandages every day and make him get some rest.”  The footsteps stopped.  “Oh, there is one more thing.”

“What’s that?” said LeBeau.

“Pray.”

Hogan had never been the type to rely on prayer for things he had any amount of control over. 

He cracked open his eyes, squinting against the light.

“Colonel?”

Hogan found himself in his bunk—well, the bunk underneath his, to be precise—tucked very snuggly under the thin blanket provide oh-so-graciously by their generous kommandant.  He struggled against the unintended bonds so that he could take a look and make sure that all of him was still accounted for.  Kinch lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he stilled.

“Easy, Colonel.  You took quite a hit back there, and you’ve lost a lot of blood.  Wilson says you’ve got to rest.”

Hogan shook him off and finally pulled an arm free.  With one arm free, the other soon followed.  He had a feeling that this should have been much easier.  He felt a little better, being out of the prison that was his bedsheets (or, rather, what passed as bedsheets in Stalag 13), but still…well.  To put it lightly, he still wasn’t feeling 100%.

“Here.  Help me sit up.”  He hated having to ask for help, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

Kinch gave a resigned sigh, and Carter and LeBeau came over to help pull their colonel into a sitting position.

“What time is it?” Hogan winced.

Carter told him.  Luckily, Hogan hadn’t been unconscious for too long.

“Is Klink around?”

“Nope.  All is quiet,” LeBeau said.

“Colonel—” Kinch began, but Hogan cut him off.

“What happened?”

“‘What happened?’  Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Newkirk demanded.  “We opened up your jacket to find you carrying buckets of your own blood, that’s what happened.”

“Peter…” LeBeau said warningly.

Newkirk blinked, almost as if he were suddenly remembering where he was and who he was talking to.  “I’m—I’m sorry, Colonel,” he said.  “It’s just—you scared us half to death, is all.”

“No, you’re right,” Hogan said.  He shook his head.  “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Probably that you had to get back to a safe place where you could lick your wounds,” said Kinch. "Panic can be a hell of a drug."

“Yeah, something like that,” Hogan said.

“Well, as they say, all’s well that ends well,” said LeBeau.

“All hasn’t exactly ended yet,” said Newkirk.

“Might as well have.  I’ll be back up on my feet by this time tomorrow,” Hogan said.

“I’m not so sure about that, Colonel,” said Kinch.

“We don’t have much of a choice if we don’t want to have to explain to Klink why I’m suddenly bedridden.”

“I’m sure we can think of something.  We’ve done it before,” said LeBeau.

Hogan laid back.  “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said.  He suddenly felt very tired.

“Not if we blow it up first, eh, Colonel?” Carter said with a laugh that he quickly extinguished after a glare from Newkirk.

“Either way, let’s let the Colonel get some rest,” Kinch said. 

“An excellent idea.  That’s just what the doctor ordered.  Er, so to speak,” Newkirk said, herding Carter and LeBeau out.  He turned back, poised to impart one last parting remark.

“Good night, Colonel,” Kinch said, pushing Newkirk through the door.

“Er, yes!  Good night, Colonel!  Sleep well!” said Newkirk.

The door closed softly behind them, and the room soon filled with the sound of Colonel Hogan’s quiet snores.

[whatisthismandoinghere]

@rose-of-pollux mentioned that if I had a rant about Walter Hobson I should post it and since I just watched “No Names Please” here it is, enjoy 😂

Side note: obviously this isn’t something that would’ve ever actually happened, the U.S. was real careful about stuff like this (this episode irks my dad so much for said reasons 😂) however I will admit it’s a fun plot to play with, no matter how unrealistic

First off this man is so bloody dramatic about his ankle. “I tHiNk It’S bRoKeN iN aBoUt ThReE pLaCeS” no it’s not, you’re fine. Unfortunately I think you’ll live. Rub some dirt on it and walk it off.

The way he’s so snarky and the tone he has when he says “there’s a war going on you know.” Like really?? I loved how Hogan and Newkirk responded though 😂 but honestly have you not figured out at this point that these people are trying to help you? And that’s how you decide to speak to them?? He treats them like they’re stupid and acts like such a blowhard who knows everything about everything and it only gets worse from here.

The way he acts so shocked that there’s “a limey and a yankee?” Like yes I realize you’re in the middle of Germany but as you so kindly mentioned before there is a war going on and England and America happen to be allies if you haven’t noticed O Mr. Wise One.

When he starts running his mouth about flying and how if they had stayed in formation this never would’ve happened UGH HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE MEN THAT JUST DIED. These brave young souls that were serving their country and all he’s worried about is himself and about how he thinks they should’ve done things differently (cuz his is the only opinion that really matters). Step aside everyone, the expert is here and is so gracious as to tell us how these boys should fly a plane. The satisfaction I felt when Kinch was just like “who’s the expert” and “he sure got smart awful fast” man was so unimpressed and rightfully so.

In the tunnels you can obviously see there’s a lot going on. These guys run a pretty tight ship and they got things to do but you got Hobson out here constantly trying to talk to Hogan when he’s clearly in the middle of something. Absolutely love how Hogan just flat out ignored him until he was done 😂 Hobson is just completely oblivious tho and is totally unaware that the world does not revolve around him

The fact that Hobson even had the audacity to mention writing an article on their whole operation in the first place. THERE IS A WAR GOING ON, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THE PHRASE LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS how stupid is this man?? And when Hogan very plainly explains to him “hey you absolutely cannot do that” he starts to argue with him! He just has no understanding of the consequences of putting this out in the public. These guys have a very good chance of ending up dead if Hobson pulls this stunt and it just blows my mind that he can’t grasp this. How do you think war works pally?? BUT THEN HE GOES AND DOES IT ANYWAY right cuz leaving out the names will make it okay. This man’s complete disregard for anyone but himself is truly amazing. Selfish, arrogant, ignorant, and being a know-it-all is not a good combination of traits to have

And then we just never hear about him for the rest of the episode?? Which is a pretty good chunk?? There had to be consequences for this man, I really wish they would’ve at least brought it up at the end, I need to know if Hobson got what he deserved! I mean surely he did but still the people want answers and vengeance

[auxiliarydetective]

🖊 + Vicky Brandt, mayhaps?? 🖤🖤🖤

Ah yes, my girl Vicky...

Vicky starts off as this really sweet and careful young woman but with the kind of people she hangs around, she becomes just a little more unhinged every day. She's still really sweet and kind, but she can absolutely become a little shit like the rest of the Heroes if necessary.

Speaking of the Heroes, Vicky refuses to be called a part of their group. She has her own codename purpose that just so happened to lead her to work with the Heroes. Meanwhile, the Heroes insist she's part of their team now. Why wouldn't she be? She works with them on every mission, it's only fair.

There's quite the language barrier sometimes between Vicky and the Heroes. If feel like, generally, language isn't talked about much in the fandom and it should be talked about more. Each of the Heroes probably speaks their own version of English. Yes, even the Americans. You can't tell me they're all from the same region. So, there has to be confusion over words sometimes, especially about everyday works like "truck"/"lorry". You can't tell me that the Heroes always understand what Newkirk is saying in his Cockney accent. Poor LeBeau too. English isn't his first language and he has to learn multiple words for the same thing. Add Vicky and her posh accent to the mix and things get even messier. Most of the time, Newkirk can translate, but sometimes even he doesn't know some specific words.

Finally, one last fun fact: Vicky loves embroidery. She absolutely adores it. If there's something Newkirk is sewing that could use embroidery, she's immediately on it. In her free time, she does crossstitch patterns.

[tuttle-4077]

Tuttle's Story Catalogue

Story 9:

Accidental Truths

Have you ever noticed that, in the show, sometimes Hogan will just say things and his words will become reality? This story takes that premise and pushes it to the nth degree!

A fountain of water appears in the middle of camp. Is it a result of hitting a water line while digging tunnels? That's what Klink thinks, but Hogan tries to convince him it's the Fountain of Youth. Well, Klink is no dummy-- Hogan's already played that trick on him.

But it turns out... Hogan wasn't lying! It really is the Fountain of Youth and it's de-aged people all over camp-- including Klink!

Cue Papa Bear trying to become Papa Hogan and keep a bunch of rowdy boys under control until they can find a solution.

This story poses some interesting moral questions for Hogan, especially regarding Klink. And it's quite possible that Klink grows in more ways than one.

It's a story that, according to one reviewer, shouldn't work, but does.

Things we learn in the story:

Olsen's first name is Jerrik and, as a child, he could speak German.

Goldman could also speak German as a child.

We learn Hogan's mother is German.

Olsen is afraid of heights.

Kid!Newkirk has never seen a frog and doesn't know what a radio is (Radios weren't commercially available until 1920).

Easter Eggs: I stole some things from M*A*S*H in the chapter Operation Bedtime. See if you can spot them.

Chapters: 16

Words: 29,474

Reviews: 68

Average Reviews/Chapter: 4.25

Deaths: No, unless you count Colonel Hogan's sanity again

PBAs: 2019 Silver Unique

[halo--hall]

lmao srry to have a fanboy dork moment on main but i'm watching the newest ep of greg & dana newkirk's podcast & just sighted myself like a cryptid in the ad break for their speaking tour ...............

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 7, 2005

Lyrics:

I try to fly away but it's impossible

And every breath I take gives birth to deeper sighs

And for a moment I am weak

So it's hard for me to speak

Even though we're underneath the same blue sky

If I could paint a picture of this melody

It would be a violin without its strings

And the canvas in my mind

Sings the songs I left behind

Like pretty flowers and a sunset

It's heavy on my heart

I can't make it alone

Heavy on my heart

I can't find my way home

Heavy on my heart

So come and free me

It's so heavy on my heart

I've had my share of pleasure

And I've tasted pain

I never thought that I would touch an angel's wings

There's a journey in my eyes

It's getting hard for me to hide

Like the ocean at the sunrise

It's heavy on my heart

I can't make it alone

Heavy on my heart

I can't find my way home

Heavy on my heart

So come and free me

It's so heavy on my heart

Whooo...

Love, can you find me in the darkness, and love,

Don't let me down

There's a journey in my eyes

It's getting hard for my to hide

And I never thought I'd touch an angel's wings

Songwriter:

It's heavy on my heart

I can't make it alone

Heavy on my heart

I can't find my way home

Heavy on my heart

So come and free me

It's so heavy on my heart

Anastacia Newkirk / Billy Mann

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Anastacia

[lisamorrisjulian]

At almost 50 with 4 degrees the journey may just be beginning. I have an old alias name that can be retrieved running an Intelius background check under Lisa Hlavenka. The house of Taliban text is real and I can give the phone number as of being called yesterday-strong evidence of safe houses with addresses in multiple countries, down to Taskeeras and family details provided for years now. It’s taken an online art of seduction, never meeting anyone and lol don’t think I have ever broken a law.

I have refined my own tailored craft of cyber honey trapping bad bad men- likely one of the Yakoob faction Taliban. He tells me he loves me regularly and I wouldn’t give him the time of day in person….unless it took something worth sacrificing to get his iPhone SIM card out of that phone and to the closest US German military installation near Munchen, Germany where he smuggled into through the Polish border for 7K USD, which I certainly didn’t provide. He was drug smuggled out through Kandahar and claims the Taliban was holding him hostage. But I have many texts and they were all together using Sadats phone. Discussion of Darband, Peshawar, and laundry detergent devices made of special plastic. They have sent me pictures of dead children and used the chopping off arms and legs publicity stunt sending media video blaming myself. Yet the photos drive them back to me for more. I’m tough, military trained and don’t speak like a fucking snowflake to get intel, information, bank accounts, ethereum wallet addresses and anything else sought to get them turned over to the right agencies.

I’ve repeated these methods and have specifics on major illicit drug dealers see jordan999.com for his other vile side hustles. Have his Truist routing and bank account number and if I had the time I would hack the shit out of his account and transfer some to those affected by drugs and some to myself for dedication and hours building trust what they value to get the information. I spoke to a John Newkirk of Acuitus awhile back and asked if they had ever heard of a CIA spec ops girl named Jessica Sawyer? They didn’t say anything in return and I said ok same bad ass girl. And that’s the ultimate in compliments because I have a family made of millions and because they knew I was set up for CIA application as of May 2020 and had an NSA webinar I lost because of them—they have literally stolen my truck and I’m hostage at W339N6747 Log House Circle Oconomowoc, WI 53066. They have stolen everything monetarily from me since 2020 because the words Central Intelligence Agency scare the ever living shit out of them and makes me smile. That work makes someone like myself purposeful and driven and my family is terrified of it and I am remotely quarantined by them.

And they didn’t think ahead before leaving me in the family house with the account numbers to their purely selfish existence. And when I have people in the rear view mirror who could have saved 2 disabled non verbal little beautiful twins with a fraction of the half million plus annually and donate money only for tax deductions and misappropriation funds hiding—it’s time to roll. Now I have lovely CIA recruiter Mark on my phone but lol, it’s difficult to say hey uh, btw I have had really bad fucking ADD since 3rd grade, um I do outstanding legal writing, but I have really great pictures of my 49 year old tits that get the Yakoob faction on WA or Telegram instantly on video. My family is a bunch of rich sell out assholes. So uh Mark did the ummm case manager position seem like a good fit v legal? I mean you know General Mike Flynn and George Colella would vouch for me seriously. And yeah I have a NeuroQuant MRI and have a hippocampal volume that makes me an adobe cloud of algorithmic complexity that doesn’t belong in Stone Bank, WI and yeah the ADD right now is horrible remotely trapped. And if had access to a decent psychiatrist to get ADD treatment have entire legal plan in 3 steps to probably recover a million from per Se reputational damage my “sister” tried and failed miserably to not hand over inheritance. And I want settlement money now for the bullshit problems they’ve created unnecessarily and to not be on inheritance or any documentation with the names Gaeu or Hlavenka again. And hey Mark, I would be honored to meet someone like Jessica Sawyer because she understands service and sacrifice. Someone said to me at LaQuinta hotel in Fargo as I was being taught a little “dashboard” computer training, how to go through dark net with Tor, VPNs, firewalls, a guy named Pablo Mancini who thought he was funny and sent a dick picture flashing into my FB page then disappearing. But one unidentified person who knew the duress, trauma, worst possible scenarios I had endured, the Fargo Air National Guards misuse of MQ-9 drone reaper satellite fiber optics I unrigged and said Lisa, you’re a good mom. So Jessica if you had a mom who worked her ass off you had nothing cool to wear all your childhood like myself well you are a swimming success. My family never gave a shit about me and I left for USAF in 94 in aviation. They still don’t but even when it’s one good woman and you’re outnumbered by what seems like everyone constantly—-in my case have this almost one of a kind brain nobody else has. See Waukesha County Sheriff’s Department under Lisa Hlavenka it’s just strategy. Family took to falsely calling me bipolar and manic against my own doctor who laughed because he knew this was coming. And she set the police department up to mock and harass me needlessly and it’s all failing nicely. The outside of hotel hostage here looked like an FBI raid of 4 days straight and nothing happened to me although the intent was obvious. Sat calmly and smiled every time and nicknamed the dick cop Cookie Crisp online where now know he is forever nicknamed by his fellow officers.

And preceded to contact NAMI, the Waukesha County Sheriff’s Department CIT or crisis intervention team psych recognition training team. And these good folks are all slowly coming around to the fact that I think and speak similar to Spencer from CSI but I think at rate they can’t fathom. And when officer Cookie starts saying….Leeee-sa….do….you….even…..re-mem-ber my name I think to myself I don’t fucking care about your name but I remember your fat fucking out of shape douchebag attitude I could outrun at 50. And thus the last phase after trying to pull my damages settlement out of hotel trust fund here, is to get the darn ADD on track and get to a place like CIA. The officers, not Cookie, are coming around to the fact that the US IC intelligence community hires people with devastating disabilities and mental illness and that socially probably defective me lol forever has a home in these places with the world’s finest trained. I can’t fathom what I could help solve, contribute and assist with US National Security right now. Just takes a couple nude pics someday and a supportive call to say “you can do it Lisa” from the Taliban last night.

I understand this seems surreal impossible- I assure you anything is possible when you’ve survived and endured things like myself. I wish I could get to that bad ass physically trained state like Jessica Sawyer someday soon. Better yet my brain upgrade makes me one hell of an accurate shot both left and right handed. Center mass same bullseye right and left. I have even looked to going for sniper training because I love solely the challenge of the accuracy and distance. But my rights have been on hold to provide a little remedial education to a police department while being held hostage by my “family”.

Probably haven’t read one like this before. I’m not on SM much at all due to having to write motions for reasonable electronic means, tons of legal pursuance’s. Because it’s then open to go full throttle US intelligence applications and this cool cyber corporate honeytrap organization found. Happy Holidays from Stone Bank hotel hostage

[incognito-insomniac]

The Erim one and the Hogan's Heros one!! I am 👀ing both of those

Thank you so much @funkypoacher! I see you eying Erim. I am still working my 30 day OC challenge for him and Miranda. It will happen one day.

So DA-I Erim is the collector document for all WIPs about Erim Lavellan (except for 30 day challenge stuff which is hiding in my OneNote pages)

And you had to pick the one file I was considering throwing in my archive. Hogan's Heroes - thirteen is a very old WIP where i created an OC female bomber pilot, Captain Sadie Bates, who goes down in a field in Germany on her first trial mission then gets thrown into Stalag 13 with the rest of the Hogan gang. Aaaaand antics ensue. Because it's Hogan's Heroes.

Here are some snippets from both which are mostly all script format because I never finish anything:

Have Erim and Liam before their relationship! With bonus Scout Harding.

Liam is in a medical tent in the Hinterlands with Scout Harding, he is in the slow process of removing his leather armor. Harding is crying from laughter Liam: I took an arrow to the ass, Harding. Stop laughing. It’s not funny. It could have been in my back. Harding: Come on, it’s a little funny. Liam: Maybe once it doesn’t smart so much. I can barely walk. Harding: Oh, Janet, will he survive from this fatal blow! Janet: Most definitely. It may fester if he does not let me see it soon though. Liam: It’s a little hard to move, and she’s very distracting. Can we remove her from the tent? Harding: Oh, Hebert, you’re such a cry-baby. Liam: Shut up! Erim walks into the tent Erim: What’s going on? Harding: Captain Hebert had to return from his cushy assignment on a stretcher. Liam: I was shot in the ass Erim: That must hurt. Liam: It does! Thank you for your concern, Herald. Some people are less sympathetic. Harding: Some dwarf thinks you’re a wuss. Erim: So why am I here other than to abate the Captain’s wounded pride? Harding: He has news on enemy movements I thought you should hear straight from him. Liam: Well first off, I’d like to lodge a formal complaint. He throws off his leather chest plate, the final part of his armor, leaving him in a sweaty cotton tunic and trousers. Erim can feel a slight blush emerge on his cheeks. He tries to ignore it. Liam: We need better armor. This shit is worthless to arrows and most blades. Don’t even get me started on blunt weapons. I refuse to lead another mission before- Erim: I will speak to Josephine and see what we can do. Liam: Oh…alright. Thank you.

I read through my Hogan WIP for a while trying to find a good snippet. I forgot how much I enjoyed it (no archive folder for Sadie for now). I'll stick with the opening scene even though it doesn't really have Sadie in it because it's just so cute and has all the boys in it.

Newkirk and LeBeau are on watch outside. Newkirk sits on a barrel with a pair of binoculars Newkirk: Transport approaching. They all pile around the barrel with him Hogan: New prisoner? Kinch: Can’t tell yet. Carter: I hope it’s those Red Cross packages. I didn’t get any chocolate from the last one. LeBeau: None of us did. Shultz ate it all. Kinch: It’s definitely a prisoner, a high ranking officer most likely. They got the security detail to prove it. Newkirk: I’ve been in this camp too long, because that looks like a girl to me. He hands the binoculars to Hogan. Hogan: That’s because she is. She’s a WAC officer. Kinch: But how? WACs are only operational in the States. Hogan: That’s what I want to know.  Kinch, radio London about our new arrival. Kinch: Yes, sir.

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your art of the boys at stalag 13 gives me so much serotonin, do you have a favorite/least favorite character to draw?

Yay!! I'm so glad!

My favourite to draw is definitely Lebeau! He's probably my favourite character anyway, which definitely adds to the bias, but I also find him the easiest to draw ^-^ His sweater, scarf, and beret combo are all pretty simple compared to everyone else's uniforms so drawing him just feels fun and relaxing! And the scarf just lends itself to a fun silhouette

Least favourite is probably Hogan :/c His hat is a pain in the ass to draw, and choosing The Appropriate Variation Of Assorted Browns is constant agony. How dark? How light? How far towards purple, how far towards orange? Do they contrast enough? Do they contrast too much and now look silly? *screaming* Also when he's with the other Heroes he generally plays the straight man, which means I don't have an excuse to draw his expressions and movements as big and over the top as the others, which is really the best part of drawing a cartoon :P

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Some of my favorite parts of the pilot

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@hogans-heroes *gives head pats*

Day 05 of posting wholesome memes till Christmas for the depressed folks out there. #EthicalMemes

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Christopher Plummer as Eddie Chapman trying to run from the police in Triple Cross (1966).