#tw; military life

[terrence-silver]

Imagining high school sweetheart!beloved and Terry getting married before he gets shipped off to war and Beloved always sending letters to Terry while he’s away

Bonus: Terry comes back home after the war and finds Beloved’s unsent letters to him that were written when he was M.I.A. and sees how worried she was about him

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I feel nobody would believe Twig is married because he's, well...Twig!

He's so young! So shy! So wide eyed! Scrawny! The idea of Privates infinitely more experienced and worldly than him only just being in the stage of sharing correspondence back home with their respective sweethearts and go-steady girlfriends while this kid here is already legally married is straight out of the Twilight Zone for most of his fellow soldiers who immediately wrote him off as a sore loser, perhaps with the rare exception of John Kreese who stands up for him and defends him when he's teased and called a liar who just about invented a full-blown Missus for himself to seem cool and less of a wimp in the eyes of everyone else, the letters he receives from beloved deemed fabricated one way or another even though they're actually entirely legitimate, the parcels bearing the seal of the military mail, arriving the same as everyone else's packages do.

''Did your momma write those?''

Someone might cruelly jest right before Kreese gives them a look, telling them to step off.

Gets slightly worse during POW captivity. All the members of Twig's platoon are in the same mess but it doesn't prevent in-fighting and the day-to-day cruelty and microaggressions from continuing even inside of a cage when validly, once communications are entirely cut off and they're trapped deep in enemy territory, there is no way for beloved's letters or anyone's as for that matter to come in and circulate, and the soldiers and even Twig's own Commanding Officer Turner never let him forget that like he's somehow to blame (And in their mind's eye, he is. They feel he's got them all captured through his negligence and incompetence. There will be payback for that. If the Vietcong don't do him in, his own will. For all Turner cares, Terry Silver got them here and pray to God, in the following weeks, he'll make this kid's life so difficult in this cage he'll wish the Vietcong ended him day one, bullet to the brain, same as Ponytail and what better way to utilize psychological warfare than to use the boy's own spouse against him the way he later tries with John and Betsy), finding it an apt pastime to pester one of their own even when facing death, torture and execution from the Vietcong that captured them. It's easier in a weird and very sick sense; poking and prodding at the weakest link in the hierarchy of things to better endure the gravity of the situation and just forget for a while.

You do some pretty awful things under duress.

''Guess the love letters stopped now, eh, Twig?'' Turner mocks.

''Momma back home ran out of ink?''

The older man laughs into his own chin as Twig scoots further back against the bamboo bars of their shared jail, missing beloved so badly he can feel the ache of it in his bones, loathing the fact he has no control of anything going on and John Kreese, witnessing the sight and having stood up for his friend countless times vows that one of these days, he's gonna give their Commanding Officer a piece of his mind even if he ends up court martialed for it after they're released seeing as how John can vouch that if the other soldiers are boneheads Captain Turner has enough intel on his own men to know for a fact Twig never lied and that he is in fact married back home. That beloved's real the same way his Betsy is real. Man has no excuse for the hell he's putting Twig through just because he can. John gets his chance to retaliate for the abuse a few weeks later once the Vietcong force them to fight over an open pit of snakes.

As for Twig?

Once they're rescued from the POW camp, he is finally reunited with the stack of letters beloved's been sending him back at base and it's like being reunited with a missing limb. When he gets home, beloved gives him a package of unsent mail just around the time he was captured and gone missing. Everything he's been made fun of entirely real and genuine; not one word of it a lie or made up. Everything right there, in black and white, written down with beloved's own pen. Every bit of concern. Fear. Care. Of course, it only serves to turn him a little more...well...Terry Silver as we know him. No point in being truthful if he won't be believed anyway, even when he is. Might as well fabricated. Might as well manipulate. Everyone who ever laughed at him died. And he's here. He survived. He is loved. He's won. And he'll keep winning and winning.

He hugs the stack of letters and beloved close to his chest with a vice grip.

The first seeds of something very dark have long been sown.

#high school sweetheart!beloved #terry silver #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #tw; vietnam #tw; soldiers #tw; military life #letters #tw; pow captivity #tw; vietnam war #john kreese #captain george turner #captain turner #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluff #dark fluff #angst #ponytail

[themundanemudperson]

my dad picked a great time to go on a twelve day meditation retreat with no contact with the outside world

in family happenings:

my cousins house burnt down

my aunt got into a car accident

in world news:

the whole titan submersible debacle

military coup in russia

so that was fun to explain to him

#my life #my dad #titan submersible #oceangate #russia #military coup #tw fire #tw car accident

[jewishbarbies]

i LOVE that all anyone has to do is claim iran said it’ll leave israel alone if they agree to a ceasefire with hamas “but israel refuses” to get people my age to cheer for the violent misogynists we were just protesting against for an entire summer because they were imprisoning, torturing, and repeatedly raping women for daring to show their hair. but, yeah, iran cares so much about palestinians. if only israel would listen. 😔

#g talks #NONE OF THIS IS GOOD #WHY ARE WE CHEERING LIKE ITS A FUCKING SPORTS TEAM #THIS IS REAL LIFE #aside from the inevitable military casualties #INNOCENT CIVILIANS ARE GOING TO DIE #antisemitism #rape tw #tw rape #mine #/mobile #/okay to reblog

[starlightshadowsworld]

Camper: So much for Zeus's son, what your gonna fight with your lil sparks.

Percy: Hey! Lay off, also it's Jupiter, smart ass!

Jason: Their not wrong.

Percy: frowns Jase

Jason: I'm... I can't do what you do....not anymore.

Percy: You don't have to say it.

Jason: No, it it's okay...I trust you.

Percy: puts an arm around his shoulders, knowing it helps and Jason leans into the touch

Jason: I was trained by Lupa from 2 years old. When I got to camp I was feral. Walking on all fours, growling bit more than a few campers

Percy: sounds like most toddlers I've met honestly.

Jason: sad smile but above all I was powerful...but they couldn't understand me I knew Latin I didn't know any English... They didn't try to understand me. They just saw a angry scared kid with more power than they knew to deal with...

Percy: realisation, clenches fist.. So they tried to control you.

Jason: rests his head on Percy's shoulder I don't remember it, it's pretty blurry when I try to recall what happened. But there was a collar and it... Shaking every time I stepped outta line.

Percy: holds him close, wishing he could sheild Jason from all his pain I've got you, I'm right here Jase. It's just you and me.

Jason: crumbles into his arms

Percy: kisses his forehead and gently wipes his tears, just holds Jason in his arms

Jason: I'm sorry

Percy: I am going to banish that word from your vocab one day Jase. Nothing about this is your fault.

Jason: I guess... But if I had just... Done what I was told...

Percy: softly Jason, you were a child it was their job to protect you. To let you grow not torture you for something out of your control. Kisses his cheek There is never, never a good excuse to hurt a kid. Looks him in the eye, thinking of his own past I need you to know that, sunshine.

Jason: nods I know

Percy:... Soo attempts to be casual but there's anger in his voice when's the next big camp meeting... Got some, words for the good centurions.

Jason: Percy, please don't start a war because of me.

Percy: They should've thought about that before hurting my boyfriend! I'm sure Frank would send over my olf Praetor robes if I asked.

Jason: Percy!

Percy: I won't start a war, just gonna talk to them.

Jason: With your sword?

Percy: Pfft no, silly Jason swords don't speak.

Jason: gets a giggle out of him

Percy: grins, ruffles his hair you're everything to me, you hear? I trust you to have my back when mines against a wall. Your skills, amazing, your powers are just as incredible as you, your brain is big and smart. You are so much more than what they tried to make you.

Jason: blush Percy...

Percy: So don't you speak badly of my boyfriend, he's doing his best and I love him for it.

Jason: I'll try kisses him

Percy: kisses back... Is that why you rub your neck when you use your powers?

Jason: nods I... I know it's not there but sometimes it feels like it and it hurts.

Percy: softly Oh Jase...

Jason: I'm sor-stops himself I just don't know what to do...

Percy: well first off, well done for not saying sorry and second of all, I don't know either Jase but we'll figure it out.

Jason: nuzzles his cheek, Together?

Percy: Together, now you're schedule is clear for the whole day for some cuddles from yours truly.

Jason: curls up in his arms, snuggling and feeling a sense of calm he hasn't felt in a long time

Percy: cuddles Jason close, while also possibly plotting murder

#child abuse tw #Percy jackson #Jason Grace #Jercy #heroes of olympus #I'm just saying I can see em doing it #Percy is definitely plotting murder #His own childhood with Gabe plus schools in particularly military schools #Definitely adds fuel to the fire #Canonically Percy was paddled in military schools and CJ is a military camp #He was punished for stepping out of line and knows first hand what that's like and to know Jason went thro it for most of his life #Since he was a smol child absolutely enrages Percy #Jason is Percy's sunshine

[djsherriff-responses]

Attempting a Laserhen comic of Jade and Dolph discussing the topic of abortion and it just, utterly fucks me up how very little Dolph values himself in canon to the point of being suicidal and how willing he is to be used by others so long as he gets affection out of it (or at least the false hope of affection) and the potential one can do with that in fan works

Despite what Alex has put him through , Dolph was so hurt by the fact he killed him. Dolph did not see any reason to stay alive after he killed Alex. We see in the first episode that Dolph doesn’t mind getting hurt and taking the blunt so long as Alex was okay

Dolph still struggles to see himself as a person with his own needs, instead of a tool to be used

And Laserhen is an extension of that! I know this just started as a “oh lol what if Alex knocked Dolph up?” And I got no actual direction for this but I think it’s safe to say this is at least a character study, of sorts?

Like Christ I think giving Dolph children through an unethical operation that allows male pregnancy on his body without his knowledge really puts Dolph’s views of himself and his bodily autonomy into question and perspective

#captain laserhawk #dolph laserhawk #Captain Laserhen #Mpreg #tw mpreg #tw abortion #abortion mention #I don’t think Dolph is “pro life” (he does not care what other people do with their bodies) #But rather he himself has an unconscious sense that his body isn’t really “his” #Being raised as literal property of a dystopian military does that to people you know #So when a baby starts growing inside him he doesn’t feel it’s his right to abort it (even when the pregnancy is hell) #Not helped that there’s the fact he was a child soldier and has killed people (many being innocent) #So he obviously feels guilty hurting people so the idea of killing a “baby” doesn’t feel right #Even though if he came across someone else who had an abortion he wouldn’t be bothered #But those are people #And Dolph is a tool who has been experimented on since he was four

[invicta2408]

Look out for each other, military or not

I just wanted to share this story because it has really fucked me up, and I’m hoping that someone will read this and see things in another perspective that might be able to help themselves, somebody else, or both. There’s no names, locations, or specific information in this.

This story starts around two months ago, with a staff sergeant making a mistake. He drank a little, hit a car while driving, panicked, and drove away. He got caught and charged with a DUI. If you don’t know, getting charged with a DUI is an automatic chapter which separates you from the Army. Also if you don’t know, as part of this chapter process you have to do a mental health evaluation, basically it is to check of there could have been a behavioral health reason that might have caused a certain behavior to cause the indecent. However, specifically for DUIs and failed UAs, it doesn’t matter if there were BH issues or not, to the Army those are non excusable so there’s almost no way to get it excused unless your command wants to retain you. So at that point we do this evaluation to see if there are any BH issues that they might want treatment for. Anyway, I was the one doing this staff sergeants evaluation. I was pretty nervous, because it was one of the first few that I had done on my own, meaning my supervisor wasn’t in there with me to make sure I was doing it right, at that point I had learned what I needed to do and how to do it. But me being a PV2 talking to a staff sergeant especially in this setting and under these circumstances was a little daunting.

You could tell right off the bat that this guy wasn’t really ok, his face was just completely flat, and so was his tone. I asked the questions I needed to ask, and in doing that he told me that he’s never really gotten seen for any of his physical things. So he has multiple suspected TBIs (concussions or other head injuries) that were untreated, and other things going on physically that were untreated. He has also never seen BH before coming in that day. He told me that he was kind of stuck in that stigma of BH that being seen ruins your career and that if you have issues you need to deal with them youself and not let anyone else see. He didn’t say that exactly outright, but that was pretty much the message. I had to really convince him to at least try the MFLC, where there’s no documentation or anything like that. Whether or not he went I don’t actually know. He had been attending SUDDC appointments, substance abuse counselors. I already figured from the evaluation that substance use was not the actual problem, but for DUIs and UAs, people are required by command to attend SUDDC, and I saw him at the clinic here and there whenever he came for those appointments.

Fast forward to two weeks ago. That Friday I had gone with my supervisor to the BHU (inpatient hospital) to watch her do another chapter evaluation. I wanted to go because I had never been to the BHU before, and she also offered. While I was there, I saw this same staff sergeant, who at this point had been demoted to sergeant, who was sitting in a tiny waiting room with his wife and his young daughter. I was surprised, because at that point I had no idea what had happened that had gotten him admitted to the BHU, but in that moment he looked happy, he was smiling and holding his daughter. He had recognized me and he said hello and I said hello back. Fast forward to this week, three days ago. The sergeant came in for a triage, telling me he wanted to talk to a provider. I gave him the forms he needed to sign and I told him I would take him back to talk after he was done. I figured I would do the triage since I have at least a small bit of rapport with him since I have sat down with him before, and I figured he would be more comfortable to open up about what was going on. Here comes the part that screwed me.

I didn’t even get out the limits of confidentiality before he had started speaking, I got to say them before he went further but just from that alone I knew this was going to be a bit of a bumpy ride. He started with telling me how things were not really going that great for him mentally, and right off the bat his voice was shaking as if he was going to burst into tears at any moment. So I knew that he would start crying eventually. He told me how he wouldn’t really be truthful whenever someone asked him about his mental health, or whenever he filled out the screenings on the computer (like the 0 to 4 stuff that you usually see). He said it was difficult to put a number on things, and I understood that. To me, putting a number on things like that is admitting that whatever is going on is, or isn’t, as bad as you think it is and it’s hard to think about it in that way in general. He told me that he had a reality check when he got his separation packet and realized that he really is getting out of something that has essentially been his life for 9 years. He told me that he has often been having anxiety attacks, bad enough to where he would have to go lay down for an hour or two until he felt well enough to get back in the game. He was telling me that with everything that has happened, the separation, an incident at the field the week before (I’ll explain more but it’s what got him admitted), he realized that he wanted, and needed, help. He told me how he was looking to get seen at the TBI clinic for those untreated concussions and other injuries, and how he eventually worked up the courage to go to the clinic that day. He told me about how for his entire career he always put the army, the mission, his soldiers, everything, before his mental and physical health. This is where he started to cry, it was pretty immediate, and man, the only other male I’ve seen cry that hard and that much was my boyfriend. That’s when things kind of just broke for him and all of the floodgates opened. What I got from it is that he basically sacrificed himself for doing what he believed in and doing what he thought was right for his country and others around him. I had to actively try to not tear up in front of him. He apologized, for crying, that always happens, but I told him it was ok.

He kept going with what happen in the field. In the field he had accidentally intoxicated himself with caffeine because he took some caffeine pills, which is something I’ve heard is common in the field. He told me how he was so stressed with the safety of everyone there because they were in a live range and they were not being as safe as they should have been. He told me how he was so stressed because everyone looked to him for answers because he was the most experienced there, he wondered what would happen if he wasn’t there to tell them what to do and to keep them safe. He talked to the Chaplain out there, and it had helped. Then he described to me what sounded like a hypomanic episode. He felt euphoric, better than he has in his life, felt like he was making all of the good and right decisions, and he couldn’t remember much of those days. He told me about how he got so angry that no one was listening to him him about the safety concerns that he punched something. His command took him out of the field and took him to the hospital, which is where they found out about the caffeine intoxication. He had asked them how much longer he had to be there, and they told him that he just had to answer a few more questions and he could go. What need up happening was that he got admitted to the BHU, which made him more angry and upset. I think it helped initially, because I saw him at the clinic after he got discharged and he told me he was doing so much better (that was early last week).

It had made me happy, because I had seen him when things were really sucking, and seeing that he was better just made me happy that I was part of the process that ended up helping. Obviously, that wasn’t 100% the case. He had been good when he was discharged, but I think the stress came back to him when he had to come back to reality. He told me that no one was really reaching out to him, even if he tried reaching out to them they didn’t respond back. Eventually he heard from someone that apparently he had threatened soldiers out in the field in the days where he was a little manic. Like I said he doesn’t remember much of it, so I’m sure you can see how this kind of freaked him out. He told me that it made him afraid, since he remembered something happening one way but others were telling him it happened another way. He told me how much he believed in what people were doing in the army and how people were fighting for our country and doing the best they could. He told me how he would never ever hurt his soldiers, or anyone (unless it was in self-defense or to protect his family) because “they’re my brothers, and you’re my sister.” Those were his exact words, and holy hell I don’t think I can describe the gut punch that it gave me.

Here we were, two near complete strangers, a male in his late 20s and an 18 year old female, and he was pouring out his soul to me and calling me his sister while he was in tears because that’s how much he believed in what the army does, that’s how much he believed that the army is family, that’s how much it hurt him to hear from others that he had threatened them (which, again, is something he doesn’t even remember doing), and that’s how huge of a connection you make just by sitting down and talking to someone for a little bit once or twice. It was the first thing I’ve encountered in this job that legitimately, brutally, broke my heart in the way it did, and I’ve encountered a lot of things in the 4-5 months I’ve been doing this job. I think I blanked out a little after that because I don’t really remember how we got to this next part. I just remember him saying “maybe I should have listened to you the first time, when you told me everyone needs a little help sometimes.” And maaaaannnnnnn.

Keep in mind I saw him for that evaluation two months ago, two months. After all of the crap that he’s been going through and experienced, he remembered one little sentence I told him two months ago when I was trying to tell him that it’s ok to need, and ask for, help. It was something I didn’t even remember saying until he said it back to me. It kind of blew my mind a little. He kept going saying how he would never hurt himself because he has a beautiful daughter and because he knows there’s something else out there for him, and how he knows that he wants to figure out what’s going on with him and get better, not just for himself, but his family too.

As it went on I could tell that he was feeling better, and I could actually see that he felt lighter. He even told me as much, how letting it all out felt like a huge weight was lifted. He apologized for going on and on about things, and I said it was ok again, and he thanked me for listening to what he was saying. He was smiling and laughing a little by the end of it, which let me tell you was a complete 180 from how he was when he had come in.

This fucked me up for a lot of different reasons, one of them being that he reminded me of my older brother, who is in the same MOS as this sergeant and has been in the army a similar amount of time and also has same things with BH, another was the fact that, like I said earlier, the only other male I’ve seen cry like that was my boyfriend. But something I learned was that there are sergeants, and staff sergeants, an junior enlisted, whatever, that are dealing with the same thing. They think that either BH will ruin things (I’m not going to lie, depending on how things turn out with your mental health, it might not end how you want it to), or that they shouldn’t show that they need help or ask for help because they should deal with it themselves. Because the mission comes first. And sure, that’s true in a sense, it’s just part of the army culture, but it’s also not how people should be dealing with their issues. It doesn’t matter if you think your the toughest person out there or that your issues might not be that big of a deal, like I told him, everyone needs a little bit of help sometimes, and IT’S OK TO ASK FOR HELP. It doesn’t make you any less of a person or weaker then the person beside you, it just means that you’re struggling, and you don’t know how to get through it. That’s what we’re here for. And it’s ok to be struggling and not know how to deal with it, again, that’s what we’re here for.

I understand that BH sometimes legitimately is a bad experience for some, it could be because of the provider, or that it did end up screwing with your carer. But please please please, those things are not worth your mental or physical health, it’s not worth destroying yourself over because of something that may or may not happen. So if someone looks off, or you have a gut feeling that something is wrong, be there for that person. I’m not saying bring them straight to BH, I’m saying that whether they look like they’re ok or not, it really helps to have people looking out for each other, and being that ear or that shoulder when they’re struggling and need to let it all out. Legit I’ve been crying over this experience for three days. As soon as he was taken care of and left, I went into one of the providers office and cried, like full on sobbed, for about 15 minutes. Seriously, if you think you need help, or that someone else needs help or like I said just someone to talk to, go talk to someone, or let someone talk to you so that you can be that safe space. I don’t think people realize the effect they can have on others when it comes to things like this. Both good and bad. Especially the males. Screw the macho man bullshit, it’s stupid, and in a way it’s degrading that they feel like they can’t share they’re feelings without being judged. Also, where I’m at we get more males needing BH help than females. And honestly I didn’t pay too much attention to that until I saw this sergeant and realized that nearly every day I’m sitting down with a male who is struggling with something or another. So males, it’s ok if you need help, it’s ok if you need to let it all out, not everything is always sunshine and rainbows for you and it’s ok that you feel that way. What’s not ok is that you have to live that way.

But yea, that’s the story, that’s my little rant. I just hope that this made sense, that it got through to someone, and that it helped even in the smallest way.

#mental health #army #army life #male mental health #therapist #sad but true #today i learned #mental heath awareness #mental heath tw #mental heath support #learn from me #please #don’t know what else to tag #let me know #military

[flyaflush]

im getting so much new lore right now it's crazy

#not art #personal #tw ed mention #to name a few things that have happened; #my mother has entered a situationship with a strange ex-military man #i came out to my mom abt liking my girlfriend who she totally HATED this whole time but suddenly she's CHILL WITH IT? #FOR CONTEXT she didnt know i liked her and doesnt even know we're. actually together i dont think #just hated her guts for no reason but now is choosing love and peace? #started working on my ed recovery #making amends with my ENEMIES #like its a lot considering how uneventful my life is usually

[nobuverse]

Anonymous said : If both Okita and Nobunaga had the opportunity to play Shogun 2: Total War right off from Steam, would they even play it?

"Ugh - I hate to say it, but we tend to play best when we play together. Nobunaga's in put in charge of the overworld management and diplomacy; and I'm trusted with military tactics. It's because-"

"Because otherwise your solution to every conflict is assassination?"

"And otherwise you get all our soldiers killed with your stupid military positioning?"

"-! It's not my fault the game can't recognize my military genius!"

#ive only ever played medival war TW 2 so i hope these jokes still apply #It's like the only one i can play because the game rewards for autoresolving conflicts and I suck at military tactics #I'm more of a CK 2 person #Is there a Japanese Shogun version of that because I would love to play it #; A Man's Life is but Fifty Years ! It is but a Dream! ( Asks ) #the fool of owari [ nobunaga ] #cherry blossom saber [ okita ] #; fuck this shit lets start a riot [ crack ]

[ensrensage]

I shared a meme on FB last night that was like “when i die my friends are allowed to take a bone or two from my corpse”

well my baby sister’s husband AND his mom replied to it.

mama asked if she should make a planter or a bookshelf.

BIL stated he was going to whittle my fermur into a shank.

suffice it to say, we won the in-law lottery

#C (bil) is also a metalhead and a very angry ex-army guy who turned around to spit in the face of the military industrial complex #i love him in the deepest weirdest spiderman pointing meme sorta way #dom in real life. #death tw

[losersimpforsunjaesol]

Day 9 of getting my sh!t together! (£D TW)

Hiii! Today marks the 9th day of this challenge and as I said, I'm going to go on a restricted diet influenced by the military diet and try to fix my lifestyle. I woke up early morning and went for a walk, I walked for over 2 hours. After coming back, I started my day with a glass of warm lemon water.

At first, I thought the diet would be challenging since the amount of food is very less. To my surprise, I did not feel hungry at all. I was full the entire day and did not feel as tired as I usually do. My favorite part of this diet was having ice-cream at the end.

Anyways, it was fun. Here's what I ate the entire day:

Breakfast:

1)1 Wholewheat Multigrain Toast With 1.5 tsp of unsweetened crunchy peanut butter.

2)1/2 grapefruit.

3)Black coffee

Lunch:

1)1 Slice of Bread Toast

2)Seasoned and boiled chicken breast with hot sauce (I used garlic, giner, lime juice, vinegar, pepper and paprika to season it. Boiled the chicken till the water dried. It tasted so good.)

3)Tender coconut water

Evening snack:

Just black coffee

Dinner:

1)Chicken and beans(I boiled the chicken and beans the same way I did for lunch and left a little bit of broth).

2)1/2 green apple.

3)1 scoop of vanilla ice-cream

This was today's menu. Nor once did I felt snacky or felt like taking a bite of chocolate or cookie. The green apple and vanilla ice-cream for dessert just made my entire day.

Here's my song recommendation for the day:

#the military diet #low cal restriction #what i eat in calorie deficit #what i eat to lose weight #what i eat in a day #low cal diet #low calorie meals #getting my life together #low cal meal #calorie deficit diet #caloric deficit #calories #i am so tired #writers on tumblr #new on tumblr #thoughts #writerscommunity #writers and poets #getting my shit together #i am a mess #newbie #day 9 #low effort #foodie #food #trigger warning ed #tw ed but not sheeran #tw 3d diet #SoundCloud

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

been nearly on the verge of hyperventilating all afternoon because i dont know what i should be doing with my time, like genuinely i struggle so much with sticking with things its fucking ridiculous. i want to focus on my shop but i physically do not have the capacity to care somedays. i wish i could draw every day and have the desire to draw all the time but i keep going into month-long art blocks with very short reprieves. im too annoying and uncharismatic for youtube, i dont know what im doing with tiktok, i hate my retail job, i dont want to work another soulless job though so i cant leave, im not in school im not doing anything productive or fulfilling and nothing is making me happy at all and ive been struggling with this problem for YEARS and its NOT GOING AWAY. i cant stick with any skill and i have 0 motivation to do anything consistently. i dropped out of school because of this and i dont know what to do to fix it

#its not even 'i dont know what im doing with my life' #its 'i do not have the PHYSICAL CAPACITY to be anything at all #i cant write draw sing work pointless jobs run a business or ANYTHING #because i physically do not have the capacity to stick with things that could benefit me #and all i do is give myself anxiety attacks and lay in bed and rewatch youtube videos ive seen a million times already #its getting to the point where i need to either join the military and become meat for machine guns #or go to trade school to do something i hate just so i can pay my bills and afford things that i dont care about #there literally is no out for me. i cant do anything i want to do and it kills me every single day #if i was GOOD at something that would be one thing. unfortunately i am painfully subpar at everything i attempt #not even attempt!! things i care about!! things i work hard on!!! im bad at it all!!!!! #and there is genuinely nothing i can do about it and im freaking the fuck out about this #delete later #vent tw

[merrock]

Jason Browning (Luke Mitchell) is looking for ex-military friends!

WANTED CONNECTION: ex-military friend(s).

FOR CHARACTER(s): Jason Browning (Luke Mitchell).

REQUIREMENTS: none, really.

SUGGESTED FCS: absolutely anyone!

SPOTS OPEN: 3/3.

WANTED DETAILS: Jason joined the army in June of 2001, beginning basic training. He was deployed in October of 2001, and served overseas, before finally returning home to the States in late 2008. He has since made it a mission to help veterans any way that he can, even if it just means making sure that they know they have a friend in him. He does regularly attend VA meetings, as well.

CONTACT: @cagenewman ; not needed!

ANYTHING ELSE?: they could have served with Jason, or simply could have served at some point and they just bonded over that. He has been back in Merrock since May, 2023, and was living out west before that!

#merrockwc #mwc: friendship #jasonbrowning #military mention tw #wanted connection #wc #open connection #town rp #small town rp #city rp #slice of life rp #tumblr rp #relaxed rp #active rp

[straberryshortcake520]

I can’t explain the feeling I am feeling right now. Desperation??

I am at a cadet, I wouldn’t say am a popular girl, but I am friends with them. They sometimes leave me out of there conversations, which I am not mad about, since we never had similar conversations nor do I feel a big connection between us.

If I where to say I am jealous of them, that would be a understatement. They are everywhere I am not, they have beautiful shine hair, a beautiful skinny body, have a lot of good fashion since and is comfortable talking to guys.

They are comfortable to be in the cadet, I’d even say happy to be there, they used the knowledge and turn it into a opportunity. While I hate there, every time’s I go in that building I feel drained of energy. I want to jump off a cliff, wishing I’d be anywhere else but there. I feel like I am wasting my time and my mental health is just declining.

Back to the present, I just saw those girls posting about there permit to drive a boat (I am at marine cadet). I don’t know what to do I feel trapped, the hole pointed for me to go there is to get a permit. I have been going there for two years feeling like hell, while they got it before me when enjoying it like it’s a morning summer, wind blowing in there hair while they eat cheese with wine on the side.

I know it’s not there fault and just my insecurities creeping in. I don’t blame them, I am sure they worked hard for it, while I was depressed and complaining about whatever we had to do. I gonna be honest, I didn’t even try.

I didn’t even apply for the permit test, I didn’t even try to wear the uniform and I didn’t even try to fake I am unhappy there. I only have myself to blame. But it hurt’s, it hurts that I will never be like them. It hurt that no matter what I will always be 3 steps back. I never felt like the first choice there.

I hated there. I truly hate there and I hate more myself for not doing anything to change it.

#i'm sad #tw depressing thoughts #hate myself #hate life #infuriating #frustrating #i dont fucking know #i don’t know what’s wrong with me #i don’t know what i’m doing #i don’t know what to tag this #military cadet #marine cadet

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ FEARLESS, STUPID

tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution wordcount. 9.8k

a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc it’s just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much ♡♡

geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader

The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. It’s cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.

Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but it’s been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing it’s smell. You can’t even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing that’s pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someone’s wrists.

It’s gone quiet now.

You wonder if others have fallen asleep. You’re not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go — It’s a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. That’s all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.

You realize you’re scared. That’s the thumping between your ears.

“Lieutenant. Good evening, Sir.”

A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. “At ease, soldier.” He sounds older than some of the youthful faces you’ve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. “What’s all this?” the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.

“Captives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commission’s supply line when they tried to escape.”

You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. “So why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.” You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if you’re lucky, you won’t go through hell before you’re shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. “Beta's?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You strain your neck to tilt your head up. You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain you’ve witnessed. You don’t have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, you’re not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leader— and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.

But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you can’t look away when his lips form the words. “So, kill them.” His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.

The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. “...Yes, Sir.”

The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you don’t ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And you’re not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how you’d turn out.

As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait… your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. “No, no, stop!” The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesn’t hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.

Everyone’s scared for themselves, but they’re scared for you too, and you for them. “Stop, please! Please!” They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you don’t make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.

You can’t even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.

“Wait.” The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know you’re stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. It’s not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. “This one’s an Omega… Settle down, soldier. We’re not trying to hurt, are we?” The buzzcut’s eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.

The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesn’t falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. “You’re a rare find. You on blockers?” Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.

It’s not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. “Smart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.” A small furrow worms between his brows. “Are there others?” He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. “Don’t lie. If you lie I’ll know.”

Your voice cracks when you start. “I- If I tell you- what will happen to them?”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. “How’s this? I’ll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.” The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. There’s no one left that didn’t get shot as they ran… You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. “I- this is all that’s left. There’s no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there weren’t any Omega’s left, the last raid already took them all. That’s all I know.” You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.

Those dark, unrelenting eyes don’t waver as you speak, and you can’t help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldn’t need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacket— and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. “Bring the Omega.” You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but that’s it. It’s not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.

The smile doesn’t fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. “Kill the monkeys.”

+

There’s nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. You’re confronted with it more than you’ve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. You’re not a fighter. You’re not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape — you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.

You’re sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.

“Lieutenant Geto says you’re to clean her up for processing.” One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.

The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. “For the barracks or to be sent to the commission?” He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. It’s enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isn’t enough… but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.

One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. “Neither.” His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. “Personal pick, I heard.”

The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. “And we’re supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.”

“You ever had an Omega?” The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. “I haven’t. Yet we’re going to war for ‘em… Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because they’re bold enough not to report to the commission.” The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you can’t help but hide more into the leg of the man who’s still touching you kindly. “Goin’ to war for pussies like yours… must make you something real special, right? But you’re unreported. What’s keeping me from just… taking you for myself?” Then he looks between the two other men. “I’m even willing to share between the three of us if you’d help out. Keep some things quiet.”

“You said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?” The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. “Means you got something in return for keeping a secret already.” He’s all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. “Don’t do something stupid. There’s no place to keep her where some officer wouldn’t smell her anyway. Can’t keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?” He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.

“Itadori. You think you’re helping out just being another dog for the commission?”

“Instead of a thief?” He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. “Go get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. I’m doing mine.”

The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. “T-Thank you.”

His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. He’s an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. “Don’t thank me yet.” Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. “Let’s get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.” When you don’t move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.

After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. “You can’t let me go, can you?”

Itadori turns up the water until it’s warm, and his brows flatten. “…No. I’m here to do a job. I’m sorry.” You believe him. Doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

+

The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But it’s still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. You’re glad that the Lieutenant doesn’t particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you don’t act up when he wants you close. It’s an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you weren’t forced into it. As if you had any choice.

The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls you’re cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when you’re here you’re colder, naked and more uncomfortable.

You don’t know that much about the army. You don’t know that much about other things either, but you know that Omega’s are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesn’t have. You know that he’s using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you don’t want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.

Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. “Come. Get into bed. I can’t sleep when you’re not sleeping. And you’re not going to sleep when you’re shivering to death.”

“I’ll sleep,” you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isn’t dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.

“I’m not asking.” You know he’s not. Maybe it’s because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hour— and he’s tired. It wouldn’t be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesn’t like. “Come.”

He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. “That’s a good pet…” The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. It’s in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.

It’s just… Geto’s scent’s become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.

Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. “I’m hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them haven’t had an Omega in years.” His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. It’s sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. “You don’t even know how lucky you are that I’ve kept you to myself.”

You do know that, though. You’ve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. You’ve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what it’s like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That you’re not taking a whole division’s sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. “I know I am,” you whimper, biting your lip. It’s not enough to just be this. You can’t just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.

As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. “Can’t help but cry? Poor baby.” He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“I- Feels- b-big,” you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. “Geto-sama- Please stop, I’m still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.”

With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above you— and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. “I’m going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?”

You’re not sure if it’s meant to be patronizing… but you don’t know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. “Means you’ll be passed on to some other scum.” He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.

“I put in a good word that if I come back you’ll come back to me- but…” His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- he’s always hard when you’re in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. “I’ll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.” As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. “Let me use you. Or see what fucking happens.”

+

The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if you’d be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushes— but it’s only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.

Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. “Lieutenant, what can I do for you?” His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.

His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.

Or lack thereof. There’s a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesn’t hesitate to sit down too. “Major General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. You’ve lost some weight?”

“Hardly,” the man shoots right back, unfazed. “You can lay off the flattering.”

Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesn’t bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. “So, the Omega. Y’ want to buy her?”

“I’d like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.”

“We’re in a war, Suguru.” The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. “You can’t pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.” The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where you’re still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. “Higher ranks get first picks, but if you’re gone, you’ll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.”

“I understand, Sir.” Geto’s smile doesn’t slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. “It’s just that- she’s more of an indoor pet. I’d like to keep it that way, if possible.” His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.

Geto’s. “You have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega… broke.” His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. “I’m more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee she’d be close by. Used sparingly.” You don’t know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Geto’s presuming he has— but you don’t really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older man’s lips, cocking his head.

“Have her stand.”

You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you weren’t so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.

You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. “You got a name?”

“Y-yes.” You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesn’t have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Geto’s hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.

Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. “It’s some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant… One would almost call it suspicious.” There’s a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows he’s in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers you’re wearing below.

“I just get lucky, Sir. Omega’s delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, s’all.”

Shiu’s eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. “So, what do you want in return for this present?”

“Nothing at all, really.” The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spot— makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. It’s loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like he’s parting with a prized possession. “Just that I get her back once I’m done with my service at the front in a few months.” 

“Done.” Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. “Dress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.”

+

You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. There’s soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiu’s quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. “You’re goin’ into heat soon?”

You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. “Probably. I-I’ll- ah-” His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. You’re not sure if it’s his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throat— but you’re so sore. “I’ll need heat blockers for a while.”

“Mh,” he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk that’s so overwhelmingly Alpha. It’s distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. “No need. We’re far enough away here that they won’t smell you. Or if they do, they can’t do anything about it anyway.” You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.

“But- b-but I,” you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You haven’t gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasn’t ever safe even with just Beta’s around— you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. “But I don’t want to go into heat. It hurts.”

Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like you’re dumb. “It doesn’t hurt when I’m here to breed you full, little girl.” He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. “You don’t know that? You’ve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?” It’s embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing— the way he eyes you like you’re some sort of idiot. It’s not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. “Aw, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“Daddy’ll have to teach you.” His large hand forces it’s way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. “But not right now. Get up and go wash. We’re having company over.”

Your mouth’s dry, so you swallow tightly. “Who?” Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.

“A… friend, I guess.” He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. “You won’t like him.”

With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like you’re ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. There’s no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.

So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasn’t been bad to you, but he also isn’t particularly gentle. You didn’t want to go through heat at all. “Mh-mn, need- agh.” You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.

There’s a swell of voices from down the hall— talking that doesn’t last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. You’re so hot that it’s hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. It’s not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.

Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.

It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that you’re scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. You’re mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blankets— and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue. 

“Agh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~” With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need to— to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. “Mhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~” Slick’s already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your head’s so light. It’s spinning.

Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.

“Ah, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.” The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.” The low chuckle you get isn’t the one you expect, but you can’t open your eyes enough to see what’s going on.

“Bit friendly for a hello, isn’t it?” There’s a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. “S’cute though. That’s a pretty girl. Daddy’s here.” Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you can’t be still. “Already drenched through your clothes, pet.” You don’t mean to. You don’t, you’re so sorry. “Whining like a little baby, need to get filled up?” 

“Only thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omega’s don’t run anything…” The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. “Ugh, fuckin’ hell, you’re so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.” One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. “Want some love from daddy, baby?”

A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. “I thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.”

“Your pet was crying, Kong.” He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you can’t stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. “Plus, just smell her. She’s scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.” After a long pause where you’re fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animal— you’re turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.

Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. “See you’ve already made introductions.” You mumble a pathetic ‘daddy’ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.

“Poor girl, already going into heat? You didn’t last long. Needy, little pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?” He pulls the top fully down until it’s hooked under your tits, then hums. “Look so cute when you’re begging to get fucked.”

“Gonna let me have a turn too?” Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and you’re looking up at him again. He’s got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally can’t help yourself. It hurts so good— good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.

Shiu’s voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. “She’s not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.” His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.

“Mh~ hurry up!”

It’s out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabric— and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. “Oh, you don’t wanna be doing all that, pet. You’ve got days of heat ahead of you— and you’re getting me hard as a motherfucker.”

All it’s doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. “What’s it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off I’m not leaving. Sweet, little thing like that…” Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. “Haven’t had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.”

A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiu’s brows for a bit, before he sighs. “Can’t bite ‘er, she’s not mine. I’m just keeping her.” His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. You’re sure you’re similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?” His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. “Needy, huh.” He licks his lips. “Fine, join. Can count us even after that.”

At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiu’s hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. “And I get first turns.” The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. “Get up.” With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto fours— and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. That’s what would feel right.

“That-” Shiu’s hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. “That’s it.” You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where you’re so much smaller beneath him. Omega’s always are, but these two are big even among other Alpha’s— more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your body’s entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.

Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguro’s stripped down entirely— shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. “Uh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.”

“Who are you calling daddy?” The general asks sternly, but there’s no malice there. He’s amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving in— and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. “Fu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.”

A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third you’re basically begging and your cunny’s sucking his fingers in. “A-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.” Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.

It’s flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro is— but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. “Gonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?” As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until you’re entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.

“Fuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omega’s.” The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalistic— your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. “Don’t run away from me- jus-t take it.”

“O-oh-fu-ugh.” He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.

The head’s already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. He’s just so thick and glowing hot to the touch— basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. “A-agh, ugh agh, da-I- ca— um-hnggg.”

“My turn,” Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. “That’s- a good cockslut— open wide.” You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. You’ve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You don’t want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.”

He’s still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cunt— and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you can’t stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the man’s glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. “Mh-mhm mhhuh.”

With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. “Hah, you’re talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffed— Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?” Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you can’t, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and he’s still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than you’re meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You don’t want to stop. “A little longer, that’s it, a little more~”

Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spent— and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. “Mh-hh- hck.” Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.

Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. “Let her- hh- up, she’s turning blue.” As you’re basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.

Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. “More? You want more, greedy slut?” He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this time— and hums. “Such a good, little Omega.” You can’t help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.

“She liked that one. She’s trying to clench my dick off.” He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. “You think she can take two?”

The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. “‘Nuh uh, she can’t. She’s too tiny— L-ook, you’re already -fuck- bulgin’ er.” He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throat— only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. “She likes it so much though, look at that. You’re just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?”

You can’t answer. Your brain’s all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiu’s thighs with a noisy ‘pap, pap, pap’. If you could think, you’d agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, it’s all too much.

“Close?”

You’re drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tight— and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. “Ah-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~” You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.

You can’t stop shaking. Even then, Shiu’s cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. “Oh fuck, fuck- too tight— shit, I was this close, hah.” When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.

It’s Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. “So cute now that you’re all flushed, cumming like that. But you’re not done, are you?” His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.

Your head’s still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.

Shiu’s staring. You can’t tell what expression he has, but it’s enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. “Fuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, s’all. She’s sweet when she’s cryin’ all baby like.” He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. “Wanna try the two of us at once?”

Instinct gets the better of you, and you’re already nodding against his pecs before you can think. “Two, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.” It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cock’s still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. You’re seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. “Want, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.”

He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. “She’s already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.”

“Mhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddy— s’ sensitive- please, please, please~”

Fushiguro’s face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. “Ugh, she’s- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like it’s her job.” He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against you— everything’s making you crazy. You’re losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. “Want daddy, baby?”

Your head bobs like it’s disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.

A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiu’s hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other man’s dismay. “I told you not to bite ‘er. Don’t care how much she begs- she’s not ours to bite.” There’s a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.

“She is mine.” His large hand wraps around your arm, and pulls— but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiu’s palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your body’s still aching too hard.

“Share, please,” you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiu’s knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. “Please, daddy? Want to be full.” It doesn’t take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. “Full of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.” It’s with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. “Ack- agh.” You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.

Briefer, but no less messy.

Shiu’s quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glands— with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. “Hold her legs.” You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. “Uhuh, there’s a good Omega.” As he does though, the space in your body is so full, you’re struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.

And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. It’s too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shake— before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. “Oh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.”

The two men slide you down until you’re so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like you’re about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and you’re creaming around them both. “That’s a- ugh- pretty girl.” Your orgasm barely pitters out before you’re cumming again, and you’re getting kissed on as you’re crying.

Not a single thought makes it though you. You’re clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.

You’re fucked until you can’t even feel your legs, let alone hear how you’re mewling and crying— like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that you’re probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second you’re floating, and the next the pressure grows too much— teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.

Fushiguro’s teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. You’re entirely spent, so there’s not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.

“Fuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuh— my baby, mine. Mine.”

It feels like you’re stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguro’s chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that you’d savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alpha’s chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.

“Uh— my bad. I got carried away.” One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.

“Yea…” The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. “…Guess Suguru will have to learn how to share.” His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark he’s made.

“But I don’t think I wanna share.”

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[heirbane]

i think there could be something said re: gaius and his age gap ships but. i'm not educated enough to form a hypothesis

#i'm just saying i imagine m.idas was probably closer to 30 when cid was born. i dont think he was much interested in Having children but #sometimes Children Happen #if not even older tbh - the wiki describes him as an 'older hyur' which could be anything. 40? 50? #if we simply take c.id's age from g.aius's he would have been 22 when c.id was born #which. even if m.idas was just 30. that's an 8 year gap. which is small potatoes but potatoes none the less #so. interesting to think about. i've mentioned before that i dont think age differencesamong consenting adults was a big deal in g.arlemal #the problem arises from g.arlemald considers any military recruit to be 'of age' once they enlist (in my h.eadcanons + concepts) #which Isn't a problem if you are properly an adult and have a good head on your shoulders re: maturity and life experiences etc etc etc #it IS a problem when you get into young adults unknowingly manipulating their squires - #and adults KNOWINGLY manipulating their young adult counterparts. #but i think that can be said about a lot of aspects of humanity + growing up tbh - for years as teens/young adults your peers are Your Age #and then in the workforce - suddenly - your peers are your coworkers. which could be ANYONE #you could apply that same logic to the military - people could be the same rank/level and be in wildly different parts of their life #but that's my thesis. hi. #age gap tw #uh. #taggable by request

[simiansmoke]

//PAST

The general was not fond of new recruits. Mainly because they were always young upstarts that thought they had something to prove. Usually daddy issues. He couldn't deny it wasn't fun to fuck with them though on the first training session with the other recruits.

Dread Kong crossed his arms, foot tapping as he waited for the young princeling to join them from the awkward distance between entry-way and training grounds.

"Well, well... it seems we've been kept waiting for our very own princess." Dread snarled, canines flashing in the light of the glow-worm lit cave that served as the foot army's training ground. Karts were another matter...Calvary and all. But there was just something wonderful about training in a cave in hand to hand combat. Mainly the ability to slam your opponent against a sharp rock and drag their flesh across the pointy bits and the dagger-sharp crystal growths!

DK had miscalculated his arrival to the initiation. So when he arrived to find all the attending Kongs glaring back over to him curated by Dread's attention to detail when it came to late Kongs sneaking in, he flushed, pausing momentarily to knead his knuckles in place.

"Uh-...s-sorry?"

A snort left the large, dark-furred Kong as he dropped to knuckles and puffed a wave of hot air in the prince's direction. "And apologies too...Cranky must want you to be our cheerleader over our brother!" Not unwise to the fact that the king's own son was some dead-beat baby who thought crooning to love-struck masses was somehow indicative of his worth, Dread grinned toothily as he eyed the newbie up and down from the distance, even as he shrunk low to the ground and crawled over to an empty space in the grumbling army. This could be fun...he'd make sure of that.

"Oh, little Donkey ~ where are you going?? You're the star of this session, you know. Come down here. We'll spar to show your fellow Kongs just how suited you are for your title." Half tempted to clamber up and drag the pup down himself, Dread at least found some interest in the new recruit when after a flinch, he managed to pry himself from his position in the back of the gathering and pad down to him, albeit uncertainly.

"Look, I-...don't want trouble." DK grumbled under his breath, eyes lowered to his knuckles on the ground once he'd made it to Dread's side. "This is all...new to me. I promise I'll make it my only priority-" He added, before he beat the ground a few times and flung his narrowed gaze up at the general.

After a lengthy consideration, Dread grinned, falling forward to his knuckles so that his pecs pushed the young royal in the cheek and shoved him back a step or two. "As long as you know your placewe can have some fun here, little Donkey. Oh, and by the way ~" He added, gesturing towards the other army members that had begun to pad down to them as well. "Your initiation, my prince... it's painful but, how else will you know any of us by our individual strengths unless we all beat them into you today?"

With a gulp, DK tried his best to not back up a step like he wanted. The oncoming thrashing was to be-...his proof of initiation.

#//and then they beat him up lmao #//the things dk been through...he's an asshole but look- ok - military life is the fuckin' pits #tw abuse #long post #verse;//holybananas #//he was baby-...once #//also i love this pokemon monke scene cuz it inspired this =w=