Sep 23, 2019
Another successful collaboration with @incorrect-r6s on tumblr ! Cannot resist my Spetsnaz bois ♥
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Another successful collaboration with @incorrect-r6s on tumblr ! Cannot resist my Spetsnaz bois ♥
Bonus: blank Fuze for all your meme-ing purposes:
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Dortmunder
She was hanging off of his neck, almost like he was giving her a piggyback ride, green hair tangling with his, one ear pressed against the nape of his neck.
"Holy mother of Jesus, how drunk is she?"
"I don't even know anymore," Bandit replied. "You know, you can let go anytime, love."
"But I don't wanna~" Ela whined. "You're warm~"
"We're in the middle of summer."
"...I still don't wanna, babe~"
Bandit took an even sip from his glass of Dortmunder and returned it to the table, still half-full. Mute, sitting a few meters away, chuckled quietly at his comrade's dilemma. To be frank, Bandit was acting remarkably passive considering the fact that Ela was literally hanging off him. Then again, Dokkaebi was sleeping a half-pint of beer right next to him, and she had also been lovey-dovey drunk a minute ago, so Mute had a right to laugh a little.
"Best get used to it, mate. She's not a drinker," Mute commented. His gas mask was removed, and his close-cut brown hair was looking somewhat unkempt. He had a slight stubble, like a five-o'clock shadow, on his normally clean-shaven chin.
"You're one to talk, aren't ya?" Bandit shot back, motioning to Dokkaebi. Her black-and-white hair was falling in a braid over her shoulder. Her arms cushioned her head.
"Not disqualifying myself. Just giving advice." Mute stood and stretched. "I'm going to get the missus here to bed."
"Have fun, then," Bandit called, as Mute picked Dokkaebi up in a bridal carry.
"Now that they're gone, maybe we can have some fun~"
"Not now, love."
Ela hummed with a tone of disappointment, then giggled like a six-year-old. "You're so private~"
Bandit sighed deeply. 'How did I catch the most perverted fish in the sea?'
'And why do I enjoy it?'
My heart almost burst when I read this. Can you guess who?
Do you mind if I draw a scene that Doc/Lion story? With Lion comforting Doc?
OH MY GOD PLS DO I will actually cry in tears (well I’m crying at the fact that you are thinking about drawing something that I’ve written.) Donut worry these are tears of joy.
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bruh that angry dudebro was hilarious
Ah, peak dudebro & tumblr logic: this thing makes me mad so I’ll reblog it and loudly complain about it.
#3? For the drabble thing
Many thanks for the ask! Here’s my first ever drabble, I hope I did it right!“You can’t just sit there all day.”“Gilles…is Gustave even alive?” Emmanuelle nudged at her taller teammate’s arm as she walked by the chair Gilles was in. The man was reading a favorite book, looking up over his reading glasses to glance over at their beloved healer. Gustave was supine on the couch, staring out the window nearest him. “Yes. he’s alive. He gets that way when it’s rainy, Emma. You know how Virgos are.” he said quietly. She shook her head before striding across the room to the couch. “Gus, you look depressed as hell, get up! You can’t just sit there all day and watch the rain!” she chirped, glancing up at the window. It was rather soothing, hypnotic to watch the rain patter against the window. Gustave only shifted, glancing up at Emmanuelle. “It is my day off. I can do whatever it is I please.” the man huffed up at her, closing his eyes now. She arched a brow at his sudden sassiness, tilting her head. Oh, she would get him up yet. She then turned on her heel to leave, without a word. Gilles glanced back up, watched her leave, then looked to Gustave. “What the hell did you do?” he sighed, bookmarking his place and setting his book aside. Gus only lay there in silence, continuing to enjoy the rain. The man was hellbent on taking in mother nature’s most serene phenomena. Gilles got up from the chair now, ambling over to the window. He may as well join him if he couldn’t beat him. Gilles leaned against the windowsill and rested until Emmanuelle returned. The little woman dragged with her the wild-haired Olivier, and immediately Gustave shot up with a look of absolute displeasure on his face, much like a hissing cat ruffling up at the entry of a stranger. Emmanuelle now belted a laugh, a look of complete confusion on Olivier’s face. She got him to move finally, and only at their CBRN comrade’s mild expense.
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aw shit... thanks man!