#radioman

[cyberixaa]

radioman monochrome incredibox

[temssfun]

~MONOCHROME~

[unicorn-of-mischief]

Another meeting with Radioman

[valdevia]

with the radioman experiments, would the radioman send and receive signals directly almost like telepathy, controlling the radios as extensions of his body? or was it just a more convenient, albeit grisly, way to carry the radio around and still needed manual control?

(Context: Radioman)

Something closer to the second one! At the time, radios were clunky, heavy, and unreliable. Having a person basically hooked up to a radio, directly receiving and sending out information at every moment, would be a big asset to a military.

As you can see in the image, the person's mouth is basically hooked up to a microphone, so everything they say is transmitted to the airwaves. In a way, this person has relinquished their privacy in exchange for this technological "upgrade".

[deadbrainart]

I've finally gotten around to drawing two character designs I had in my head for like two years? You'd think I'd come up with more creative names in that time - but then again they are just "dude with a radio shoved into his brain" and "bounty hunress" so...

[askymzbuki]

Oswikian Fusilier Radioman Gift for a friend

The quiet trade republic of Oswik is a mostly silent and peaceful country with a generally small population. Considering it’s position on the Saposian Sea, it’s logical that most of their forces and industry is poured into Naval power - however, due to a rather unstable northern region of Westhalia, there is an ever looming threat of incursion, either by warlords, bandits or a conquering power. Therefore Oswik does not foresake its land forces - pouring a lot of resources into making their rather small army not only up to date, but practically elite and with state of the art equipment.

[heroes-oftheirown]

“Stop telling people I’m at war or whatever— Leaving the room doesn’t mean I’m gone forever...”

[lostinthewiind]

The Name Game

George Luz - Band of Brothers

Y’all requested some George fluff after that soul-crushing, heart-devouring angst I posted yesterday so here we are, some wholesome fluff with Easy Company’s cutest radioman. 

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“Psst, you awake?”

Keeping your eyes shut, you contemplated whether or not you actually wanted to answer that question. On one hand, if you kept quiet, maybe you could drift back to sleep and catch a few more hours of rest, but on the other hand, you knew it was George based on his voice and the fact that he had a hand gently resting on your leg, and you always enjoyed your evening talks with him.

Exhaling sharply, you snuggled closer to his side and shook your head. “No.” you answered, earning an airy chuckle from him.

“I didn’t know you could talk in your sleep. That’s pretty impressive.” he dipped his head down ever-so-slightly and pressed his lips to yours lightly. “Can you kiss in your sleep too?”

You cracked a small smile as he kissed you again. “Yes.” you finally opened your eyes. “I’m very talented.”

“I’ll say.” he kept his voice low so as to not wake the snoring soldiers around the two of you. “I have a question for you.”

“It better be something important for you to disturb my slumber,” you warned jokingly.

George only shrugged. “What if I just wanted to talk to you?”

“Do you just want to talk to me?”

“Kind of, but I mainly wanted to ask you a question.”

Sitting up a little, you accepted the fact that you were going to be up for a little longer and let out a yawn, your arms stretching over your head in the process. “Okay handsome, what’s your question?” you turned to him.  

“Well, it’s actually a two-part question,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“That’s gonna cost you extra.” you teased, turning your head to the side and tapping your cheek with your finger.

Knowing exactly what you were hinting at, George leaned over and planted a big, fat smooch on your cheek. Then, he took your face in his hands, turned you back toward him, and peppered your entire face with little pecks. “Does that satisfy the cute, little sleep troll?” he inquired.

“The cute, little sleep troll is indeed satisfied.” you giggled. “Okay, now the suspense is killing me. What is your question?”

“Okay,” George cleared his throat as if he were about to ask the most hard-hitting question in the world. “You like dogs, right?”

You blinked a few times, a confused but amused expression spreading over your face. “Yes?” you laughed a little. 

“Excellent answer,” George smirked at your quizzical look. “Next question, what would you name your dog if you had one?”

You actually snorted that time. “George, what are these questions?”

“Listen, I’m the one asking the questions here, woman.” he jabbed a finger toward you before using it to tickle your side. “Just answer the question.”

“Well, I cannot possibly answer without having more details,” you explained. “A dog’s name often comes from their looks, gender, and personality. What breed is this dog? Is it a boy or a girl? Are they hyper or more laid back?”

George was silent for a few moments as he thought your retort over. “You do have a point there.” he acknowledged. “Okay, umm...it’s a male dog, medium-sized, a mutt so we don’t know what breed, and he’s super happy-go-lucky.” 

“Okay, thank you.” you took in the information before starting to think about a name that would fit the dog. “...Tucker.”

“Tucker?” George repeated.

You nodded. “Yes, Tucker.”

“Hmmm.” he mulled it over for a few seconds. “That’s good. I like that.”

“It is good, isn’t it?” you tilted your head to rest on his shoulder. “So, are you going to tell me why those questions were so important that you had to wake me up for them?”

“Oh, those were the last questions on my list.”

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. “List?”

“My list of questions that I have to ask a woman before I ask her to marry me.”

Your head shot up and you stared at him, slightly irked by the way he was just laughing at you. “Excuse me?” you had to be careful not to raise your voice too much. 

“Well, I can’t very well go marrying a woman who doesn’t like dogs,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Or worse, a woman who would name a dog ‘fluffy’ or ‘baby’ or some shit like that.”

“So you’re just gonna gloss over the fact that you said the word ‘marry’ twice?” your mouth was slightly hung open from shock. 

George took your hand in his and intertwined his fingers with yours. “I thought it was pretty obvious by now that I was gonna marry you.”

“Ugh, apparently not to me!” your heart started to race a little. “George, you better not be fucking with me here. Are you serious?”

“Of course, I’m serious.” he shifted so he could look you in the eyes. “Y/N, as soon as we step foot in the states again, I’m gonna drop down onto one knee and ask you to marry me...and you better say yes.”

You couldn’t help the smile or the chuckle that escaped. “I’ll say yes.” you hugged him tightly. “I promise.”

“Good.” he kissed your cheek. 

“So.” you hummed happily as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “What would you name the dog?”

“Something tough and intimidating,” he told you. “Like Bruiser or Goul.”

You winced slightly as you pulled away from the hug. “God, those are horrible.” you didn’t even sugar coat it. “Good thing I’ll be naming the dog.”

“Fine.” he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you flush against his side. “Only if I get to name the baby.”

“The baby?” you weren’t even that surprised by the things that were coming out of his mouth anymore. “You better not name the baby Bruiser.”

“No.” George shook his head, a wicked grin on his face. “Only if it’s a boy. Elektra if it’s a girl.”

Smacking him playfully on the arm even though you knew he was joking, you closed your eyes and got ready to try and sleep again. “Maybe you should name the plants.”

“Maybe.” he looked down at you as you cuddled into him. Silence took over for a little while, and just when you thought maybe he had drifted off, he shifted and kissed the top of your head. “Lena and Thomas.”

“Hmm?” you softly questioned.

“Those are our kids’ names.” he clarified. “Lena and Thomas.”

The corners of your mouth tugged into a content and joyous smile. “Lena and Thomas.” you breathed out. “And our dog Tucker.”

“And our dog Tucker,” he confirmed. “God, I can’t wait.” 

“Me either.”