#sniper mask icons

[konxrin]

sniper mask. ♡

[kirbyfigure]

hiii, could u pls make users inspired by the album "mi vida en un cigarro 2" by junior h? <3

🍉🌈 anime CDs ☁️🧃

[dramaticngay]

small icon dump !!

i haven't had time to make any more than these + the jjk ones i just put up , so sorry !!

i'll try to get the rest out soon <3

like or reblog if using !!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon hunts Nik. Nik toys with him.

cw: Nik gets off on being prey.

The wind whispered faintly past broken panes and rusted steel as Simon picked his way through the skeletal remains of the high-rise. Debris and shattered glass crunched underfoot, every step careful, calculated to leave no trace. Like a ghost.

The building he’d chosen was once a corporate tower, now a concrete husk, gutted and abandoned. No different to any other war-torn hellscape, except the vast majority of the city was still populated, even if the building itself was too fragile to trust as shelter. It offered the perfect vantage for Simon's purposes though; an unimpeded view of the fire exit at the back of the building opposite, and minimal risk of counter-sniper exposure.

He reached his chosen spot by stairwell, avoiding the elevator shaft, which gaped like an open wound through the building's spine. He cleared every landing as he went. The last thing he needed was some street kid hopping on his back and getting a knife to the gut. Room by room. Corner by corner. Cleaning house. Johnny would be proud, Simon thought wryly.

He built his nest in the remains of a corner office; half its outer wall gone, wind whipping tattered blinds over jagged concrete edges. Simon set his pack down silently, using his knee guard to shuffle some glass away from where he'd lay prone. He chucked out his thermal mat, laid out his MCPR-300, and aligned it with muscle memory. Scope caps off. Suppressor attached. Wind meter clipped to the edge of a twisted beam. As he hunkered down, his core bracing, knee lifting a little, he tilted his cheek inwards and surveyed the street.

The rifle's scope brought the street below into razor-sharp focus. Cars rusted in place. A burnt out bus near a derelict park. There were a few civilians wandering the street, but they'd vanish the moment the sun set. It was too dangerous to be out at night, when vicious monsters hid in shadows.

Given who he was hunting, he updated his mental map of the operation: hostile QRF likely. He'd taken leave for this. Couldn't get the idea out of his head. The niggling feeling under his ribs that he had to do something. Anything. The only tools he had were violence and death, so that was where he had settled.

He stabilised his position, using his backpack as a makeshift tripod, and hunkered down for the wait. A spotting scope lay beside him, laser rangefinder synced to his wrist display. Heart rate: steady, despite a subtle tremor in the back of his mind. Breathing: shallow, controlled. He was built for this.

He watched. And he waited.

Eventually, the door opened as he had predicted. A tall, familiar figure with jet black hair stepped into the street. He wasn't in his trademark flight suit, nor the brown leather jacket Simon had become accustomed to over the last year and a half since the task force had formed. He was in a sharp black suit; no tie, gold chain glinting in the dark curls of his chest hair. Simon's tongue flicked out over his lower lip, catching the worn material of his mask. The bastard was so bloody arrogant.

The easy swagger was still there. The way he walked with his hips first, his shoulders back, like he owned the fuckin' place. Knowing Nikolai, he probably did. But it was harder, meaner. The broad, jovial grin he wore for Laswell and Price was gone. The man taking up the end of Simon's scope looked as austere and dangerous as any Russian mobster. And that was the truth of it, weren't it? That was why Simon was here. He'd seen through Nik to the reality of him. He was bad fuckin' news. Price didn't realise, not yet, but Simon would open his eyes.

Simon jammed his ear piece in and tapped the green icon on his phone. He watched Nik reach inside his jacket, the cross hairs hovering over his head, and the international dial tone cut short as he answered. "Da?"

"Bang."

Simon wasn't sure what he expected. Shock? Panic? Stupid, really. He should have known better. The smirk that uncurled over Nik's face was infuriating, and Simon's finger pressed hard above the trigger guard. "Lieutenant," Nik said, "how did you get this number?"

"State secret." Simon tried not to let the fact that Nik had identified him by a single syllable get under his skin.

"Of course." Nik was scoping out his perimeter. Simon could see his eyes scanning the streets, the doorways. "Can I buy you dinner?"

"Where? We're in a bloody warzone."

Nik rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "You know already where my Black Hawk is parked. Allow me to take us somewhere more... suitable."

Simon ground his teeth. It irked him that Nik wasn't more... alarmed. "'m not 'im, not so easily charmed, Nikolai. Came to warn you off."

"Warn me off?"

Simon swallowed. Hard. He drew in a slow breath; measured, so that Nik couldn't hear the tremor. "He's mine. I don' like sharin'. Never 'ave."

"I see." Nik was looking at the rooftops now, but his posture remained casual, relaxed. Like he didn't much mind being at the end of a sniper's scope. Like his life didn't balance in Simon's palm. "Is he aware of your claim?"

The true answer sat in the pause before Simon growled. "Don't matter."

"So that is no."

"Soon as he finds out what you are, really... You put on the act. Loyal pilot. But yer standin' there in yer posh suit, sellin' guns to people who'll use 'em on us later. Yer a crook, not even worth the shit on his shoe."

Nik huffed a laugh. His gaze turned towards Simon's building. "He has known me for twenty years. He knows what I do, who I sell to. He has seen me in all states of dress, and..." Nik's eyes travelled up the building and drilled right down the channel of Simon's scope as he said the next word, "...undress."

Simon's breath caught in his throat. His hesitation was like blood in the water to a shark. It was impossible for Nik to see him at this distance, but Simon felt pinned by those dark eyes none the less.

"Does it bother you, lieutenant? That he knows all of me and yet still opens his heart and his legs for me."

"Shut up..."

"Do you worry that if he were to know all of you, he would not do the same?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Or perhaps, you are worried he would."

Simon's heart felt like it was trying to fight its way out of his plate carrier. The way Nik damn purred down the phone, his low voice unhurried, almost playful. Simon shifted his finger and for a heartbeat he was going to do it. Spread the contents of Nik's brain over that fire exit door.

Nik's eyes never moved, his posture relaxed, his smile light. He was damn handsome, with his dark stubble and broad shoulders. The way he took up the space around him, completely at ease in a devastated city riddled with the worst criminals, targeted by the scope of a veteran SAS sniper. "Are you still there, lieutenant?"

"Could do it and no one would ever know."

"If you were going to kill me, you would have done it the moment I left the building. You could not do that to him. You are too loyal. Sweet, like a puppy."

Simon hated that he was right. Again. "You ever get tired lookin' over your shoulder all the time?"

"I realised a long time ago that I did not have to look over my shoulder for my enemy's next move if I controlled the board."

"Don't seem like you do this time."

"The pawn is not privy to the strategy of the player."

"You arrogant cunt."

Nik's smile broadened. "You feel my confidence is unearned?"

Simon chewed on the inside of his cheek, shifted his hips against the gravel. Fuck, was that a...? Christ. Every year he found new levels of 'fucked in the head' to sink to. "Yeah."

"Hm. Shall we find out?"

No way. No fuckin' way did that bastard hang up. Simon watched him kiss the damn phone and wave it in Simon's direction before tucking it in his jacket. And then he walked away. Simon's hand creaked on the grip of his rifle and he seethed into his wrist.

He punched the concrete three times after pushing up from his chest, and then dropped his head into his stinging palm. Fuck. Fuck.

***

Nik dropped into the driver's seat of the low profile sedan he had rented for the occasion and groaned. His hand slid down his belly and over his belt to grasp the hard bulge of his cock, squeezing longingly. "Blyat..."

Simon was a wild thing. Barely tamed. Nik had taken a gamble and it had paid off, while confirming everything he had deduced since first encountering John's stoic lieutenant. The encounter had left Nik a little breathless with want. Simon was begging to be brought to bear; his gnashing teeth, his barking, it was all a show. A challenge.

Nik tapped the ignition and shifted the car into first, adjusting the rearview mirror to capture the building where the eagle had made his nest.

It would take patience, but Nik would have Simon as well as John. They yearned for each other anyway, trapped by and fearful of the parts of themselves they saw as broken. They were raw, vulnerable, so desperate to feel safe, to let their guard down and have someone take control. They just needed guiding in the right direction. By winter, Nik would have them both on their knees at his feet.

[h0lydrag0ns]

Simon 'ghost' Riley headcanons! (Sleeping version)

1. Always with his mask.

Ghost never sleeps without his iconic balaclava. Even when he's all alone.

2. Perfect military position

completely upright position, as if in formation, even in a bed. It is the result of years of military training, and any other posture would seem inefficient to him.

3. Drooling / snores

Unfortunately, he snores a lot, so he always prefers to sleep alone so as not to disturb anyone. Also drools a little.

4. Strategic dreams

Even while sleeping, Ghost is still "mission planning." He might mutter to himself commands like "Flank right..." or "One sniper left."

5. "Light as a feather" mode

Ghost sleeps extremely lightly, waking up with a knife in his hand at the slightest noise. This has caused more than one misunderstanding with his teammates.

6. Improvised mattress

He cares little for luxury. He probably sleeps on the floor, with a jacket for a pillow and his gun within reach. Comfortable beds make him feel vulnerable.

7. Ritual before bed

He has a curious ritual: he makes sure his mask is perfectly adjusted and checks his surroundings three times before relaxing. Only then can he close his eyes.

8. Sleep like a baby in chaotic environments

Curiously, Ghost sleeps better in the midst of chaos (explosions, helicopters, gunshots), because he considers it a "normal" environment. Absolute silence makes him restless.

9. Constant nightmares

Given his traumatic past, he might have recurring nightmares, but rather than scaring himself, he uses them as a form of "mental training." He might even wake up saying, "Another mission accomplished."

10. He doesn't sleep, he "rests his eyes"

Ghost may not sleep like other people. Instead, he enters a state of "meditated alertness," where he lies still, eyes closed, but ready to act.

Masterlist

[mike-the-hedgehog]

IDW Sonic Whisper Concept Art

First Image The Avatar model that inspired Whisper's design, from Sonic Forces.

Inspiration for Whisper came from Sniper Wolf from the Metal Gear series, the Major from Ghost in the Shell and Kopaka from Bionicle. Whisper's overall design is derived from one of the many models the female wolf Avatar from Sonic Forces could assume. Whisper's early designs were somewhat different than the final version however. For example, she had blue hair and fur. She also had a more ostentatious costume and she did not originally have her iconic mask.

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Ranking the promotional inklings/octolings by how much I like their outfits: Splatoon 1

Kaori:

Studio Headphones / White Tee / Pink Trainers

A simple black/white t-shirt + headphones combo alongside some aggressively pink shoes

The neutral colors of the top half of the outfit work really well to let the shoes and hair pop, which is important given that she was our first introductions to the inklings as character designs.

The only thing I can dock this outfit points for is being pretty basic, but that's also kind of the point. I'd personally prefer something with a bit more pop, but it's kind of unassailable.

4/5. She's iconic for a reason.

John:

Pilot Goggles / Zink Layered LS / Purple Hi-Horses

Similar to Kaori this is primarily a neutral outfit that puts the emphasis on the colorful shoes.

That said I like this one less than Kaori's. It's a little bit busier and the shoes don't pop as much given their darker purple tone.

Also I just don't like the Hi-Horses very much, sorry.

3/5. I can't be too harsh on him because the fit is meant to be basic, but I don't think it comes together as anything more than just Kaori's outfit but worse.

Mizuho:

Bobble Hat / Green Zip Hoodie / Moto Boots

Nice natural colors give this 'fit am active, outdoorsy look.

I like the big boots on a sniper's outfit. It makes her feel grounded and stable.

The big bobble hat is also a slightly disarming feature, it makes a bit cute, and given that she's a sniper I think she'd read as a much more serious person if she wore something more self-serious like sunglasses.

4/5. I just think this one is really good.

Rui:

Retro Specs / Baby-Jelly Shirt / Blue Slip-Ons

This 'fit flips the script the promotional characters have followed so far, really drawing your eyes to the polka dot shirt compared to the glasses and the single-color shoes.

The combination of the patterned button-down, the big boxy glasses, and the shorts (not that you had any other legwear choices in Splatoon 1) gives the outfit a vibe that to me feels straight-laced and whimsical all at once.

He has the energy of a stoic office worker with some very eccentric fashion choices.

3/5. I don't think it's very cohesive, but I can't bring myself to dislike it. It's got a lot of charm.

Laura:

Takoroka Mesh / Black Squideye / White Kicks

Another really simple fit, just a cap, a t-shirt, and a pair of shoes.

The cap gives this outfit major tomboy energy to me, and I really quite enjoy that.

The little bits of red and pink on the otherwise solid white and black of the shoes and shirt actually do a lot of lifting here, providing the whole outfit a disproportionate amount of energy.

5/5. This one is really simple but I really think it has a ton of character.

Pit:

Paintball Mask / Gray College Sweat / Orange Arrows

Another primarily neutral outfit, though this time with a pretty ostentatious piece of headwear.

I actually kind of like the shirt and shoes together, but that's about it. I really feel like the mask clashes with the rest of the outfit here.

There is nothing intrinsically wrong with the mask, of course, but I simply don't think it does anything with the other clothing here.

2/5. It's honestly not all that bad, but it simply doesn't grab me very much. I don't get any sense of personality here, and that's one of the things I really look for in an outfit.

[machveil]

Yes! Another No-Facial-Hair-König truther! I also imagine it’d be a bit uncomfortable wearing a mask with any sort of mustache/beard

REAL, maybe stubble at minimum, but otherwise I can’t imagine it’d be comfortable. I’ve looked at König’s model a lot, not only is he wearing the iconic sniper hood, König is wearing a balaclava under it

granted, I draw and write for him as though he isn’t wearing the balaclava - or, at least, the balaclava is only under it when he’s deployed. that said, I feel like it’d get really warm under all of that with facial hair, the balaclava, and his hood, but maybe that’s just me

now that I think about it, I don’t really see masked CoD men having facial hair other than maybe stubble. König, Horangi, Ghost, Keegan, Krueger, I’m not too familiar with him, but Barrage hunk alert too - let me say though… Price is rocking his facial hair, Soap too, even if it’s stubbly, it’s more than I imagine a lot of CoD men having haha

[heavymedicshackerwife]

TF2 Mercs as Bjork albums (ft. Miss Pauling)

Scout: Post. Fast paced and assertive, like him.

Pyro: Utopia. It's what they see the world as, pink and fluffy. And there's lots of masks involved.

Soldier: Debut. Sounds akin to big band Jazz, a very American music genre

Demoman: Medulla. Very underrated, makes lots of strange noises.

Heavy: Homogenic. The most iconic of them all, and "Joga" is dedicated to a friend who makes them feel better and heals them- like how Heavy is friends with Medic.

Engineer: Biophilia. Several instruments were custom made for this album, and Engineer is a tinkerer and inventor at heart.

Medic: Vulnicura. Literally translates to "wound Healing", and is about pain making you stronger (like ubercharge). I was tempted to have him as Vespertine because they both involve white fluffy birds lol

Sniper: Volta. Wanderlust really suits how he likes to be solitary.

Spy: Vespertine. Intimate and sensual, but with sharp sounds, sharp as a knife.

Miss Pauling: Fossora. Means "she who digs", and Pauling digs a lot of graves

[wesleysniperking]

One Piece Film: Sniper Island

Now I’m spiraling into a full-blown daydream (and maybe it’s because I’m re-reading Usopp’s arc), but hear me out—a standalone movie for Usopp. Imagine if it were titled One Piece Film: Sniper Island. It could dive into Usopp’s legacy while also giving us the Sniper King nostalgia we all secretly crave. I genuinely feel like there’s a trade-off happening in canon—if Oda delves deeper into Usopp and Yasopp’s stories, we might lose out on callbacks to Usopp’s Sniper King persona. Let’s face it: Sniper Island might forever remain the metaphorical place “in your heart.” So why not consolidate everything into a semi-canon movie?

Here’s how it could go:

The opening scene kicks off with a fresh, revamped version of the Sniper King theme song—complete with a killer intro sequence that either reimagines Sniper King as a legendary figure (a vigilante of sorts) or gives us a nostalgic recreation of his iconic Water 7 debut. Then the screen cuts to a mysterious setting. Shanks or Benn Beckman walks into a darkened room. We hear sobbing in the background, but the camera isn’t on the source yet. Calmly, one of them says, “Chaser, you can come out now.” Suddenly, the camera pans to Yasopp, trembling yet victorious, embracing his captain in relief. Around him are defeated adversaries, henchmen laid out like dominoes. Yasopp, having fought tooth and nail, reveals just how formidable he is when he taps into Observation Haki in ways we’ve never seen before.

From there, the story transitions to the Straw Hats. They’re sailing as usual, and Usopp is entertaining the crew with one of his grand tales—Sniper Island, of course. Luffy and Chopper are eating it up, Brook strums a few chords of the theme song, and Robin quietly chuckles. Franky and Sanji exchange knowing looks, while Nami rolls her eyes, telling them to stop indulging him. Jinbe looks on, completely baffled. Meanwhile, Zoro is either asleep or smirking faintly. The camaraderie sets the tone, but little does Usopp know trouble is brewing.

The crew soon encounters enemies who are after Usopp specifically. Whether it starts with a ship battle or unfolds at a lively carnival where Usopp shows off his sharpshooting skills, he ends up kidnapped. The adversaries drag him to the elusive Sniper Island. Cue the crew embarking on a rescue mission, with Luffy absolutely livid. Usopp, meanwhile, is confronted by the false king of Sniper Island—a cruel and arrogant sniper who mocks him, dons the Sniper King mask, and disparages Yasopp’s reputation. Usopp’s fury boils over, flashing back to moments like when he punched Kuro during the Syrup Village arc.

This movie could showcase Usopp reconciling with both his father’s legacy and his own. We’d get scenes where Usopp reflects on the role Sniper King played for him during Enies Lobby and Thriller Bark, giving depth to why he created that persona in the first place. The false king could narrate his rise to power, maybe even referencing other legendary snipers like Van Augur or elite Marine marksmen, creating a sniper-centric worldbuilding element. The island could be a secret haven for snipers, their own version of Laugh Tale, shrouded in mystery.

In the final battle, Usopp would use his Observation Haki in brilliant and innovative ways, proving his growth as a sniper and a warrior. The Straw Hats arrive just in time for backup, but Usopp is the one to land the decisive blow. In the aftermath, the island’s people declare him the true Sniper King and prepare a grand ceremony in his honor. However, in classic Usopp fashion, he humbly steps aside, passing the title to a young admirer who sees him as an inspiration. Luffy beams with pride, knowing Usopp will always choose his crew over any crown.

To tie it all together, there could be a flashback from Luffy where Yasopp would regale him with stories about Usopp. These tales could serve as a crucial clue that helps the crew find him on Sniper Island. The movie would be heartfelt, action-packed, and full of callbacks to Usopp’s journey, giving fans everything they love about him—from his insecurities and resilience to his knack for storytelling and his incredible sniping skills.

It’s a total fangirl fever dream, I know, but wouldn’t it be amazing to see Usopp face off against the best snipers of the One Piece world while grappling with his father’s legacy and his own growth? And come on—imagine the hype if the movie ends with a lingering question: was it all real, or was Sniper Island truly only in your heart?

Usopp fan club

[curiousjester66]

Richard Harrow: A short, unhinged character analysis

Darlings and Divas You know what time it isss!!! It's time for another yapping session with a girlie that has a lot of thoughts that think a lot or something to that degree.

So, taking a break from Anton (I will return, it is never really over). That’s not a promise that’s a threat! Let’s talk about another serial killer!!! Richard Harrow. The man, the legend, the icon. Because I’m currently watching Boardwalk Empire and now, I need to talk about him!!!

Richard Harrow: The man behind the mask a short analysis

To me Richard reminds me so much of this beautiful boy in pieces. (I know how poetic). But seriously, think about it he walks through the world as if he’s half-dead because, in truth, he is. World War 1 didn’t just steal half his face-it stole the dream of who he might’ve been. Which I mean is really sad. Imagine living a life wondering what you could have been. Imagine being constantly reminded of that, almost everyday seeing men walk in streets with their families. Wives and kids. Houses. Happiness. Because that’s all Richard really wanted was the white picket fence, and a family. A belonging. I’m getting ahead of myself.

His disfigurement is more than physical- it’s existential. He’s trapped in a liminal space between life and death, visibility and invisibility, horror and grace. I mean, the only time people truly see him is if his appearance intimidates them and then other than that he’s virtually ignored, and disregarded. He reminds me of a sort of…walking contradiction in a way. Visibility contradicts invisibility. Just like life contradicts death. (Idk if that made sense)

Richard is a soldier’s ghost with a killer conscience. This is because Richard is a sniper by training, a protector by instinct, and when he kills, it isn’t for pleasure-it’s for duty. It’s strategy. It’s survival. But it eats at him, bone deep. This is proven because Richard shows signs of feeling every death. He counts the lives he’s taken. He shows signs of having a conscience because his murders aren’t senseless, they have a purpose. He keeps killing for loyalty, for love and for Tommy and those factors are his purpose. Those factors are his values in a sense. He’s not a heartless serial killer, he’s a killer that has a purpose, a reason to kill.

But the thing that I quite like about Richard, is that he has a sort of quiet heart. Richard Harrow as mentioned is not this heartless, monstrous killer.  He’s arguably quite the opposite. He can love and he does love. His love is seen through his bond with Jimmy which is so haunting. These are two war-torn men, both broken, both searching for any traces of good or purpose to hold onto. And when Jimmy dies, something inside Richard shatters. And it’s not this riveting moment of anger or sorrow but rather it’s a quiet sort of a shatter, so quiet the world and even the audience doesn’t even notice it unless you pay close attention.

Tommy becomes the flicker of hope. A renewed purpose of sorts. Richard doesn’t just want to save the boy, he wants to raise him, shield him, show him that not all monsters hurt you. So, in other words Richard wants to give Tommy everything he’s ever wanted and needed. He wants to give Tommy the type of love and attention he never received. He wants to have someone understand him, even if it’s just one little boy. To see him not as just this monster but as something so much more

Richard’s death in the garden (Oh boy). Richard’s ending is soft. It hints or is about trying to make a life. Trying to come home. When Richard dies, he gets no glory, no last words. He gets something a lot of characters in the show die not receiving. He gets grace. Something he’s always wanted. He dies trying to do the right thing and for a man like Richard that is a happy ending.

See my whole fascination with Richard is that to me he is the haunted heart of the war, he is the mercy in a merciless world, the quiet reminder in a show full of loud reminders, the contradiction, the subtle nudge at the audience that even the most broken people can still love, still protect and still hope. He is a soldier, a killer, a brother, a lover, a father and more importantly…the ghost of the story that holds part of the heart. Or part of the message.

[linesonscreens]

Let's Read Peanuts (Fat-shaming Charlie Brown since 2023) – March 1959

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read along at the official GoComics page or by purchasing the Fantagraphics hardcover collections.

March 3, 1959

I am artificially increasing the stakes of (and by extension my investment in) this arc by choosing to believe that Charlie Brown is being literal when he says they will kill you if you don’t return your library book on time. 

I'm on the edge of my seat right now!

March 10, 1959

Charlie Brown in a sewer pointing a gun at an FBI agent: “I didn’t steal that book!”

F.B.I. agent: “I don’t care.” (he actually doesn’t care)

March 12, 1959

Jesus Christ, kid. Do you live in Night Vale or something!?

...Actually, that would explain quite a lot.

March 13, 1959

~Somewhere in the distance a man in a balaclava mask lowers his sniper rifle.~

March 15, 1959

That was much more threatening than it had any right to be.

March 18, 1959

Linus fucking rules.

March 20, 1959

~typing sounds~

OK, I kind of get the joke now.

March 27, 1959

And just like that we suddenly have what might be the single most iconic element of this strip: Lucy’s psychiatry booth! 

Because this is Tumblr, I feel like some of you might be tempted to criticize this aspect of the strip as being somehow anti-psychiatry, and you know what? Yeah, it kind of is. But that being said it’s important to remember that this joke was written in 1959 and therapy at the time was… let’s call it “somewhat less helpful” than it is today. In fact in that context I’d argue this is actually some pretty solid social satire of a deeply imperfect social institution.  

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it because you won’t be seeing it again for several more years.

[lastchancestardomm]

The Guard Dog.

Created by Pyanodon, the Guard Dog is an unofficial fanmade 10th player class. It was mentioned by Valve in a blog post, written as if it were a letter from Saxton Hale, on September 21st, 2009.

The Guard Dog resembles a German Shepherd in appearance, with a dark muzzle and ears, white underbelly, and fluffy tail. The Guard Dog has hazel-colored eyes. It wore an either red or blue shirt, with its class icon of a dog's head on the left side of its chest.

Personally, on the topic of its design, I would have given the Guard Dog a black collar, and have its class icon dangle from the collar like a dog tag.

The Guard Dog has 100HP, and 185HP when overhealed. The Guard Dog had three main weapons in its original concept.

The Hanger, resembling the mini-sentry turrets, is mounted on the back of the Guard Dog, consisting of twin turrets either red or blue in color. These turrets extended out to either side of the Guard Dog. It has a fast fire rate and middling range. The Hanger has around 100 rounds of ammo before needing to be restocked. It has a similar model view as D.Va's mech (Overwatch) while playing.

The Helper is a light-colored wooden crate mounted on the back of the Guard Dog. While the Helper is equipped, the Guard Dog cannot attack or deal damage. The Helper allows the Guard Dog to pick up Medkits, ammo pickups, or dropped weapons and pass them to its teammates. The Helper can also grab metal and pass it to teammate Engineers.

The Hater is a melee weapon, consisting of two red or blue boosters mounted on the back of the Guard Dog, boosting its running speed for a short burst. The Hater enables a melee attack known as Bite, where the Guard Dog lunges for an enemy and bites them, with a 90% chance to bleed.

Paired with the Hanger, Helper, and Hater, was the Guard Dog's ability "Track 'N' Down", wherein it could track down an enemy's ragdoll or weapon and highlight them when they respawn, even if they change class or are disguised. Only one enemy can be highlighted at a time, and the highlight lasts until the Guard Dog highlights another enemy, dies, or changes class. When the Guard Dog attacks a highlighted enemy, the attacks will be mini-crits.

There was also a partner taunt created for the Guard Dog in which it would dispense a jarate to a teammate Sniper. This taunt can only be used when the Helper is equipped.

Meet the Team video — Meet the Guard Dog

From This Point On Are Some Headcanons:

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~ I am not related to or have connections with anyone associated with the Guard Dog. I will private this post if anyone from the Guard Dog team asks.

~ Some weeks after the team was assembled, still trying to get used to each other's presence, the dynamic was shuffled after a particularly jittery crate was rolled in by Miss Pauling.

~ Contained within the excitable crate was a bright, energetic, and yippie German Shepherd giddily jumping onto each Merc trying to get a good sniff of their scent and a slobbery lick on their face. The poor dog was running itself in circles trying to meet everyone!

~ Scout couldn't have been more excited to have a dog! He immediately jumped onto it, wrestling the furball to the ground with belly rubs and shameless exclamations of its cuteness. That didn't mean he was going to take part in any of the responsibilities, though, to the chagrin of Engineer. He was always down to play tug-of-war, fetch or wrestle with the pooch, though!

~ Soldier opposed the Guard Dog's addition, drilling into Miss Pauling for inviting a mutt into the base... for twelve seconds, until the mutt in question licked his face. From then on, it was a common sight to see Soldier and the Guard Dog together, with the militaryman calling it "Sergeant George Washington". He's also the pooch's provider of table scraps.

~ Pyro acts much like a child around the Guard Dog. He tends to pull on and fold its ears, as well as chase the poor thing around the base as it whines begging the masked blob behind it to stop chasing it. He loves the Guard Dog with all his heart, but the pooch finds him frightening.

~ Demoman was another merc who was quite excited for the addition of a dog. He and Soldier spoil it rotten, and he passes the Guard Dog treats that it's not supposed to have. When drunk, he sometimes will get teary-eyed while gushing about how awesome having the pup is. The Guard Dog can't admit it, because it is a dog, but it prefers Demo over Soldier.

~ Heavy doesn't have any particularly strong feelings about the Guard Dog. It reminds him of hunting dogs he had when he was young, and that gives him a bit of a sentimental attachment to the pooch, but nothing major. He will, if the pup begs, give it his sandvich, and perhaps he will let it curl up on his chest for a nap; because big Russians happen to make great beds.

~ Engineer doesn't have strong feelings about the Guard Dog, respecting it's place on the battlefield but overall indifferent. He's the canine's caregiver; taking it outside, giving it baths, giving it food and water, all the fun at the fair. The dog's penchant for getting into trouble (often assisted by other mercs) does dampen his appreciation for it. But he does admit that it is a good dog.

~ To put it plainly, Medic hates the Guard Dog. He shrugged off the pooch's attempts at affection, and hurried off to the medbay to secure his doves. He doesn't need a slobbery, mud-playing, stinky cretin jumping up and snapping at his precious doves. He finds the dog annoying and a constant threat to his birds.

~ Sniper, like Heavy, was pretty neutral in regards to the Guard Dog. He was overwhelmed by its excitable nature and insistence to cover his face in slobber, but the initial shock wore off and he's found himself playing fetch with the dog on the regular. He appreciates the dog's role and skills, and when no one is looking, he'll give it some bellyrubs. According to the Guard Dog, Sniper also apparently gives the best bellyrubs.

~ Spy shrieked when the Guard Dog tried to jump onto him and give him love. He is wary around the pooch, and constantly gets caught off guard when it comes barreling around the corner with Pyro in tow. He often feigns this fear as just disdain, but he is truly nervous around it because why must it have such sharp teeth? Why does it have to bark so loud? What if it mauled him??

~ Miss Pauling, as usual, was pretty neutral towards the Guard Dog. It is a pain when she visits and gets pounced on by its dirty paws and slobbery kisses, but that's just what she has to expect. It is kind of cute, though, she has to admit.

~ The Guard Dog is a melodramatic dog. To pull out finger guns on the dog will have it flop over playing dead, and to be denied pets because a mercenary has something more important to do will leave the pooch sulking and whining. Baths are a nightmare, too, for the pup will howl its canine lungs out until the bath is over.

~ The pooch has a particular distrust of Spies. Not the one on its team, that one's a part of the dog's perceived 'pack', however it will show no mercy to enemy Spies. Disguised Spies thinking to infiltrate the base beware, for the Guard Dog will tear thee into ribbons with its teeth!

~ It is actually quite protective of the base in general. Anything not of its team will be attacked or warded off; from enemy team members, to pest animals, and even to tumbleweeds that blow by "too close" to the base, will be mauled or barked at.

~ The canine is actually quite intelligent, almost alarmingly more so than a typical dog, as seen on the battlefield. But once the gunfire stops and The Administrator's voice booms out, the Guard Dog takes that as its signal to retire for the night. The pooch will not move for anyone, and even if it's taking up the whole couch, the dog will not move for its teammates. It has snapped at its teammates more than once for trying to move it from its inconvenient napping spot.

~ Additionally, these after-battle naps are a time for the Guard Dog to replenish its energy, before engaging in its nightly patrol around the base.

~ The Guard Dog is oddly gentle with the animals it shares the base with. The medbay's doves will regularly cuddle up to the pup, even land on its snout, and the pooch will sit stock-still as to not disturb the birds. The doves' owner does not enjoy this, though! He's seen what that dog does to the squirrels and rats that sneak in!

~ Adding onto that, Archimedes and the Guard Dog have a sort of friendship. Archimedes perches on the Guard Dog's muzzle, and gently picks out gore and food bits from the dog's mouth. The scene almost always gives Medic a great shock when he walks in on it.

~ The pup is also a comrade to Soldier's horde of raccoons, most likely because it is around him the most often and has been exposed to the raccoons much more. This means that the dog isn't afraid to roughhouse with the critters, and can often be seen playing with them when not with its human companion.

~ Much like how Demo and Engi have name shorthands, Guardie also has a name shorthand, because saying "the Guard Dog" is a mouthful.

~ Unlike the other mercs, who have had their hearts replaced with ambiguous large ape über-hearts, the Guard Dog was provided a dire wolf's heart for the procedure. While Medic does hold a disdain for the dog, he also has a deep fascination with what it does while übered.

~ Scout has gotten bitten by the Guard Dog more times than he would like to admit. Mainly by being provocative of the dog and pissing it off.

~ Guardie is a loving, sociable pup, and while it may act dramatic or sassy at times, it is loyal and protective to no end. It has a big personality, and tends to get into mischief for curiosity's sake (often with assistance from its human co-workers). It loves its teammates more than itself, and will use its smarts to keep them safe.

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@notthedyingtype said [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding - Lyla @ Jacket

"the sniper population decreases—" jacket, hands trembling, nearly drops his tape recorder as he fast forwards the tape to another line "—in the event of an accident, locate the nearest first aid kit." enough said, he shoves the tape recorder in the pocket of his jeans and discards his iconic chicken mask in the doorway of the small safehouse he and lyla had found themselves in. his blood splattered jacket quickly follows, revealing the bloody shirt underneath, most noticeably the spot where a stray sniper bullet had hit him in his side as he had attempted to slide into cover. he hadn't really noticed how bad it was until after the chaos and adrenaline and bloodlust had settled as he made his way back to see lyla.

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snippet from a WIP I might post soon ❤️

Title( so far): The many costumes of Halloween

Fandom: Macgyver 2016

Relationship: Angus Macgyver x Jack Dalton

Rating: explicit

Tags: married couple, costume kin k, attempted scare, kinktober, smutish, fluff

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“Seriously?” Jack asked, clearly unimpressed, looking over the reading glasses he liked to pretend weren’t his, since they made him feel old.

The person in front of him, standing just at the edge of the bed with a long knife, stood completely still for a few moments. The iconic white mask was over the black outfit, the hood even pulled up.

There was something simple yet eerie about the Ghostface mask. It was scary in the context of the movie and he wanted it to be scary now, yet nothing really happened.

“No?” Mac asked from behind the mask, “nothing?”

“Nope,” Jack answered, tipping his head to the side, smiling happily at his boyfriend, “though you are kinda cute.”

Mac pulled the mask off, hair fluffy because of the cheap fabric, making it stick everywhere.

“I’m not cute - I have a knife!” Mac pointed out though he didn’t look too upset.

“You can be cute and have a knife,” Jack pointed out, putting his book down, together with the glasses then, smiling at his boyfriend still, “also that isn’t real.”

Mac huffed, throwing the indeed fake knife on the bed. The he crawled up the bed, settling in Jack’s lap with a sigh, dramatically looking down at Jack.

“This whole ‘costume October kinky idea’ isn’t going to work if you don’t play along,” Mac said, with a pout, “also we need to find another name for it. Costume October kinky idea doesn’t quite fit.”

“I think it fits wonderfully,” Jack pointed out, moving to touch Mac’s cheek gently, “maybe you just need to try harder.”

“Really? I bought a costume.”

“Yeah you also jumped out the closet saying ‘rauuwr’, like a little dinosaur.”

Mac blushed, Jack pulled his face down and kissed him, rolling his hips up against Mac’s then, making the blonde moan.

“Let’s see if you can make me scream then, ghostface,” Jack teased, “or if I’ll make you scream instead.

Mac was the one who screamed first, after having been denied his orgasm three times, angrily pulling at Jack's hair but otherwise behaving as the sniper's fingers starved him of another orgasm.

The scream was an angry “c’mon! Fuck!”, after keeping it down most of the time. That was a win in Jack's books.

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The Mercenaries were all set up in the back of a decorated truck in Teufort for trick-or-treating. Everyone was dressed as one or another horror movie iconic villain or character they'd picked. The kids didn't care who was behind the masks and makeup, excited to get candy and treats from their favorite scary characters.

There were a few games as well, Scout, Retriever, and Pyro manned the bobbing for apples, Engineer, Sniper, and Demo were running the duck netting game, and Assassin and Spy were guiding kids through an inflatable obstacle course while Soldier barked orders. Pauling, Heavy, and Medic handed out candy while Saxton and Administrator watched the whole ordeal. At least they'd brought plenty of treats, it looked like it was going to be a long night of treats and tricks.