#recruitment officer

[dailymtgflavortext]

"Every name on this list is already a hero! Will you add your own to it?"

-Recruitment Officer

My oldest deck is my 60-card casual Soldier deck which I've had in some form or another since I started playing. I don't play 60-card much any more, but every now and then they release a perfect card for it so I try to keep it updated. This was one such card.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Their nickname for you | Various Squid game x Fem!Reader |

Warnings/Notes: SFW - Soft!moments - Mentions of characters that I dont write for - Grammar mistakes -

♡ Gi-hun: He calls you his sweetheart or prize. He loves how soft you are with him. How careful you are when he is around. How you hold him and laught with him. After the games he still calls you that and its even more grateful for have you by his side.

♡ Sang-woo: Darling. He has never been too deep on feelings, mostly cold heart. It crumbles down when he meets you and you make space for yourself in your heart. He ends calling you Darling because it feels right.

♡ Jun-ho: Babe/Baby. He cant help but see you as his favorite person (aside from his brother). He feels like its his duty to protect you and so the nickname. He also likes how you blush when he calls you that, specially in front of others.

♡ In-ho: Treasure/Dear. There is not special way he can say this: you are his favorite thing and the only one who truly matters to him. He finds you being his Treasure his most dear person and he one who loves truly and the most. Its a protective Man towards you and no one dares to try and get on your bad side. Because he is like a shadow always knowing when someone misstreat you.

♡ The Salesman: Love. The feeling of love itself may be a strange one to him. But you are the only one that makes him feel something so different, its so strange to him that the first time he could not sleep and thought he was sick. But after accepting it he knows this is your nickname for you. Love its what you are to him, its peculiar and special for him. Just like you.

♡ The Officer: Beloved. He knows he is a terrible Man and does not deserve love at all. Thats why his nickname for you its "Beloved" after a day of work he wants nothing but to hold you and call you that.

♡ Guard 011: She calls you "Ladybug" because she believes you give her good luck and streght. When she is away from you at the island its the idea of her daughter and you that keeps her going.

♡ Gyeon-seok: Wife. The first time it happened he wanted to die because you two were just dating. But honestly? He just sees you as his wife. Its alright if you dont want to marry him. Or if you dont like to be called that because you feel pressure when he does. Then he will call you "Lovely" because to him you are that and more.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

PLEASE DONT REQUEST FOR THIS TWO CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR THEM WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT.

☆ Min-su: Sunshine. Listen, this boy its so insecure of himself that he is not even sure how you accepted dating him. Its clear that he suffers from low self steam and probably does not love himself a lot. So you are his Sunshine. You are there to help him when he feels bad and you are there to give him encouraging words too. Its sweet to see and the first time he tells you you are his Sunshine he is blushing hard.

☆ Thanos: Flower. Yes we all saw it coming but to him its a classic. Besides your name he uses this nickname to make you love songs that shows how truly deep he has fall for you.

[s0dabeach]

i feel like someone already did this for squid game but whatever. silly messily made squid game ship meme thing

[cyberpunkaddict]

NCPD - Protect and Serve

[sergle]

yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason

side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.

and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.

[voxslays]

CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART TEN — FIRST WEEK PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader, The Officer x reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping, Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), killing, blood, not proofread.

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You followed Gong Yoo down the long white, sterile hallways. Thankfully, the compound wasn’t completely monotone. The corridor you walked down this time had some green wall trim, giving it the flashy pop of color it so desperately needed. There were multiple soldiers patrolling the halls, reminding you of a phrase you had heard one of the guards say earlier. “Liabilities don’t survive here.”

Before long, you stopped in front of a tall metal door with the numbers ‘05’ written in large bold letters. “Welcome home.” He smiles, handing you the key and letting you open the door. It took you a few minutes to figure out how to jam the key into the door. Gong Yoo got tired of waiting and showed you how, irritation written all over his neutral expression.

The interior was small, reminding you of a college dorm room. It had a simple bed—which was pushed into the right corner—with graphite colored sheets and perfectly placed feather pillows. Beside the bed, a small black shelving unit, where you could place your clothes and the few belongings you had. On the left side of the room, there was a small counter, with a sink and mirror—and vertical to it, a toilet.

The room was tiny, barely suitable for living—but it was cozy, and you were sure you could manage. You had survived your kidnappers after all. Or had you? Sure, you were still alive and fully intact without missing any limbs, but were you truly free?

Someone clearing their throat brought you out of your daydreamy haze. It was Gong Yoo. You look up at the man. “Your training starts tomorrow morning after the staff headcount.” He says plainly. “It’s down the hall and to the far right.” He pauses, searching your face for recognition. “Don’t be late.”

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The next day you awoke to a loud beeping filling your ears. You groggily opened your eyes and looked up to your door. Above it, was a clock with an alarming timer. You only had three minutes until the staff headcount.

Without hesitation, you threw the dark sheets of your body and grabbed the pink uniform that was ‘complimentary’. What bullshit. You quickly zipped it up and pulled up your black wool balaclava, before putting your mask on and throwing up your hood—with only ten seconds to spare. You waited until the timer hit zero to step outside, just like everybody else. It was better to hide in the crowd in a place like this.

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After the headcount, you swiftly made your way to the room Gong Yoo had described. It was in the middle of the right passageway, almost hidden from anyone’s usual routes. You grabbed the handle and pulled it open with surprising ease. Inside, another masked guard was waiting for you—but instead of wearing the usual reddish pink uniform, he was wearing black.

“Welcome.” He greets, unintentionally blowing a puff of cigarette smoke into your nose. “You’re new, correct?” He puts the cigarette in the ash tray. “Yes,” You confirm. “I am.” He chuckles, looking you up and down with interest. “Sit down.” The officer pulls out a chair using only his legs, as he sits himself up. “Let’s begin.”

The officer was quick, but precise in his teaching. He explained the rules and regulations well. It was clear he had been doing this a long time. Yet, all you could focus on was his handsome features. He was well built, with an attractive figure. His face looked like it was sculpted by the goddess—from his perfect cheekbones and lips, to his absolutely striking eyes—you found it hard to pay attention.

“Never speak to your superiors unless-” The officer was interrupted by the familiar creak of the door. “Yes, 011?” He asks, looking up at Gong Yoo. He was number eleven? How many other recruiters were there in this god awful facility? Hundreds? Thousands?

“I’m just checking in.” He smirks at you, earning a resentful glare in return—but the officer just chuckles. “Everything is going just fine.” The recruiter lets out a low hum, stepping further into the room. “Why don’t I supervise?” Gong Yoo asks. Why would he supervise, though? He was ranks below the officer. “That’s not necessary.” You glower, giving him the ‘hint’.

“I insist.”

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[vialae]

Really enjoy the idea that as Gortash and Durge’s relationship progresses over however long, Gortash gets more and more used to Durge’s lurking and hiding in dark corners, and as a result it becomes more and more difficult to make him jump.

Like at the beginning of meeting and working together, Gortash’s head is on a swivel as he keeps wondering when that serial killer will seemingly appear out of nowhere once more.

But then like several years into it, he is strolling into his office which seems to be empty, but then he starts talking very conversationally at full volume about how they should now be moving on to the next part of the plan, knowing full well that a voice is going to respond from the darkest recesses of the room where you can see at most a pair of glowing eyes.

[jtl07]

Prompt: Secret Santa 🎅🏼🎁

hello hello! going with some sort of office au for this one - thanks for joining in the shenanigans!

Beatrice's first thought when she receives her Secret Santa assignment is, inexplicably, The Little Mermaid, specifically the song "Part of your world."

Well, not so inexplicable considering that a) she's been assigned to Ava and b) they'd spent their last movie night on the couch with Ava murmuring along to all the songs, eyes alight and giggles as soft as the blanket they'd shared, as soft as the cheek Ava had rested against her shoulder.

And because c) what does one get the girl who has everything?

It's not that Ava doesn't have wants - Beatrice is more than aware of her dreams and desires, knows how wide and varied they are: a trip to the Blue Grotto, the little Santa rubber duckie she'd seen in a store window, beating Lilith for Employee of the Month. But all of these are things that are within Ava's reach, that Beatrice knows she's already on her way to achieve, that she doesn't need help with; that she hardly needs help with anything, least of all from someone like her.

"You're stressing way too much over a gift that's supposed to be less than $20," Camila observes on their lunch break, eyeing the spreadsheets and printouts littering Beatrice's desk (end of year planning can wait a couple days, Beatrice justifies to herself; it's not every year she's given a duty as important as this).

"You know she'll be happy with anything," Camila continues as she finishes off her burger and eyes Beatrice's fries.

Beatrice turns sharply in her chair. "How do you know who I have?"

Camila gives her a knowing look. "There's only one person who ever gets you like this, Beatrice."

Beatrice huffs, claims that Camila is no help at all and sends her away, giggling after stealing Beatrice's bag of fries but Beatrice doesn't notice.

So what if she wants to make sure the gift is perfect. Ava deserves nothing less. Deserves more; deserves it all.

**

Her only reprieve is walking through the Christmas market later that day, Ava having tugged her towards the square while batting her eyes and a pout on her lips. "Fine," Beatrice had sighed, "Fine." Had stuffed her hands in her pockets and ignored Ava's fond laugh, had leaned into Ava leaning into her as they made their way down the line of stalls.

She'd forced herself not to think of Ava's rosy cheeks, or the way she'd leaned in to share various treats on sticks; forced herself to remind herself that they were friends, and that Ava deserves so much more.

She doesn't ignore, however, the way how Ava squeals when they catch sight of an ice skating rink, or how she sighs longingly and says how she'd likely break her tailbone if she ever tried. Starts to form an idea in her mind as Ava drags them away and on to yet another stall.

**

Beatrice lingers just inside the entrance, spotting Ava easily among the crowd moving on to and off of the ice rink. There's several ways this could go (she'd come up with at least 17 different possibilities last night, had settled on mild disappointment as the most likely and least painful of them all). She'd seriously considered backing out and calling in a favor with JC or Hans, forestalled only by the memory of Ava's joy, and a hope that drives her slowly forward.

Still, Beatrice walks toward Ava slowly, trying gauge Ava's mood. She's excited, that much is clear in the way she's tapping her feet, checking her phone, fixing her hair - Beatrice pauses at that. She's only seen that particular tic a couple times before, always before a date. Her mind goes into overdrive, adding now an 18th possibility, now feeling wholly unprepared -

"Bea!"

Ava's on her feet in a flash, rocks forward then just as quickly back, as if catching herself. It doesn't dim her smile, though, in fact it just gets wider. There's no surprise, Beatrice realizes, and it's as if: "You knew it was me?"

"Of course I knew it was you," Ava says before biting her lip, eyes falling slightly, shy. "There's no one else who knows me like you do."

Beatrice feels her breath catch, coughs her way through it. But she feels something resonate in her chest at Ava's admission; decides to give one in return. "I had a hard time picking something. I know this is something you could've gotten for yourself, or we could have done it together without the whole Secret Santa business, or perhaps -"

"Bea." Ava's hand is as soft as her eyes, as soft as her voice. "This is perfect. Thank you for this." The smile is one Ava has given Beatrice many times before, a place to fall and be caught, to be revealed and still respected, protected; wanted.

Beatrice takes the hope in her chest and tries her best to shape them into words. "There's more, actually. I was hoping that afterwards, if you'd like, we could go for dinner? As in, well, as in ..."

"As in a date?"

And when Beatrice looks into Ava's eyes there's none of the disappointment or disgust that she had feared - just a similar longing and a rising, excited hope.

"Yes, Ava. If that's okay with you."

The smile Ava gives is a sunrise, a release, a relief. "I would want nothing more."

(What a surprise, Beatrice thinks when they make their way out onto the rink hand in hand, to be wanted by the girl who has everything.)

[ghosted-jazz]

Congratulations to the Kites and their new members who have totally normal faces!

[fraternum-momentum]

apartment hunting lead me to a job interview tomorrow, wish me luck 🙏😭

[cauldron-burn-and-fire-bubble]

thinking about barbara martin (trench's secretary) (not a single document written by or about her) (but we ball). also thinking about how wretched the bureau dress code is

bonus below

[wikiphilia]

There's so much beauty waiting in this world, should you open your heart and eyes to see ✨

[acquired-stardust]

Final Fantasy Tactics Playstation 1997

[simply-ellas-stuff]

A random sad teen wolf headcanon that I've thought about a lot is the idea that the teen girl that the Sheriff was with the night Claudia died was actually with Agent Rafael McCall.

Idk why, maybe it's inspired by a series of other peoples posts, but I've had the thought that Agent McCall was cheating or tried to cheat on Melissa the night he hurt Scott and that's what they were arguing about that night when Scott came out of his room.

so maybe one night he was at a diner or a club or something with a bar and he manages to flirt his way into a conversation with a girl whose eighteen maybe nineteen and he says "Fuck it" but she doesn't have a license yet (maybe she was scared to learn? maybe her parents didn't want to let her until she was eighteen?) so he drives.

But he's drunk. And he loses control of the car.

He manages to stumble away from the accident, tearing up his hands on the glass from the window shattering as it flipped upside down from hitting another car, and flags down a car, where he asks for them to call for 911. Maybe then, he happened to stumble off into the woods so he wouldn't get in trouble for drunk driving - I mean, he's a new FBI recruit, he can't risk his job for a stupid accident... can he?

But then Stilinski shows up, deputy at the time and all, and he sees this girl... and he thinks he recognizes the car, but... that's not possible... is it?

Then she asks where he is. She says his name. She says his full name and Stilinski promises to find him, make sure he's okay. When she realizes she's going to die, when this feeling comes over her and she warns Stilinski, she means it. She wants him to go. She wants him to go to his wife.

But Stilinski doesn't listen. And she dies. And it's in the news the next morning.

Stilinski gets confirmation when he sees Melissa the next morning. He had just finished filling out the necessary paperwork to have Claudia sent to where she'd be taken care of the funeral when Melissa comes out of Scott's hospital room.

Melissa tells him that Raf shoved Scott down the stairs the night before, came home pissed drunk and was rambling about a car accident and a girl and wasn't making any sense and Scott came out of his room and Raf grabbed him and then all of a sudden Scott was rolling down the stairs and his head hit the ground so hard it dented the floor. Scott and Melissa have been in the hospital all night because they want to make sure he doesn't have too bad of a concussion.

Stilinski tells her that a girl died in a car wreck last night asking for Raf. Melissa hangs her head and nods. That's when she asks the Sheriff what paperwork he's filling out.

And that was the single worst night of Noah Stilinski and Melissa McCall's lives.

I've always though it would explain why Stilinski and McCall dislike each other the way they do. The kind of dislike, hatred, and the way they talk too and about each other makes it seem more layered. That they'd been friends, that they'd maybe been best friends and then this all happened and Stilinski knows the Full truth of everything that happened that night and McCall hates that he's got that kind of information on him. But also McCall has his own guilt - the death of a young girl and missing one of his best friends last moments and making another of his best friends miss the last moments of his wife.

It would also explain the absolute projection-filled judgement McCall has about Stilinski's drinking habit. He knows how bad it could get, he knows the kind of shit he regrets. But he also feels guilt for it, because he was the reason Stilinski didn't get to say goodbye. So he's cocky and arrogant and rude about it to Stiles, not really realizing that Stiles also knows the full truth of what happened that night. Because, like always, Stiles hears everything. Thats why Stiles cracks the dig about field sobriety tests - which usually happens when someone gets pulled over for suspected drinking and driving, but of course he had to add his own little F and U twist to it.

[unwastelandunbaby]