Sam McClair

#muse #Charlie #To Charlie

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dem0knight

My Snoiper card for @tf2tarotdeck It’s really cool project so check it out!

#tf2 #sniper

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wickedmlm

Oh sinners come down Come, gather round Oh sinners come now Dancing on cold feet Marching on cobbled streets Oh sinners come now I must be good for somethin

#music #muse

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Bauschlott, Neulingen, Germany // By Oliver Roos

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ASK MY MUSES ABOUT THINGS THEY DID IN CANON

ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.

#meme

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“Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me’s is me?” - Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

via @the-book-diaries

lsleofskye

Dreamscape path | ingmvr_

#ic interest

Suspicious ( RP with we-are-team-fortress )

Sam hummed a bit and popped open the top of the beer she just grabbed,“ Don’t know, all oi’ve known is this work and being a for-hire mercenary.” She would reply before taking a sip,“ what about you Mundy? Anything you would do other than this?”

He gives a thoughtful hum as he takes a swig of his own drink. “I guess maybe I’d go back home and work on the family farm.” He answered.

“ Oh? That sounds nice then.” She replied before taking another sip and setting the bottle down on the ground before standing up on somewhat wobbly legs,“ Oi think oi’ll stick to this work for the rest of me life, got ta pay for booze and fixin up the camper somehow.” Sam would add as she walked over to the fire and haphazardly tossed in another log. The Sniper was a bit tipsy now but she still had some decent control over her own self and could at least walk in a straight line.

“Yeah, I Just figure if me eyes ever start going back it’ll be good to have something to go back on.” He said. “Can’t say I’m keen on the idea though.”

“How long you been doing this job?” He asked.

Sighing a bit she tossed one last log onto the fire for good measure before walking back and plopping down on the chair with a huff,“ Oi don’t doubt it, but its ah, good to have a backup plan just in case.” Sam replied, blue eyes leaving the fire to look towards the sniper. “Too long… way too long.” She responded, leaving her answer rather vague.

She was tipsy, but she wouldn’t tell how long she had been at this job, or just how old she truly was.

“Ah, I shoulda brought a bundle of wood.” He murmured. “Yeah, a backup plan is important. Never know when life’s gonna throw a wrench at ya.” He nodded.

Sam waved her hand in a dismissive gesture,” Nah you’re fine, oi have plenty stocked up anyway.” She replied before reaching over to grab another beer. “Ya got that right, oi don’t have much planned if this falls but oi’m good at winging it.”

“Ah, I see. S’long as we ain’t eatin up your stockpile then.” He said.

“That’s good. Being able to think on yer feels important.”

#ic reply #we-are-team-fortress

"Oi offered for ya to come over so don't worry about it mate." She replied, poping open another beer and takeing a large swig of that.

" It's what keeps ya alive,being able to adapt and think quickly. OI'm sure your pretty good at that Mundy." Sam added with a small hiccup.

bleedingiism

bitter-ruin-cbs

“ Oi understand that mate, hopefully whatever is botherin ya improves or something.” Sam replied before flicking off a bit of ash into the dirt.

Obviously something had happened to Angel, but she wasn’t going to pry anymore nor bring up anything about talking about it since that seemed like it could attentionally dig up something bad for the moment. So instead she would take another hit from the cigarette before she caught a glimpse of something moving about, something… small… Curiously her blue eyes focused on the kid before realizing that this must be the Scout’s son with how close they were getting to him

“ Ah well then ya best not drink with me, I’m still an alcholic.”

That was just something that would probably never change, there was no reason to in Sam’s mind either. No one to tell her to stop, no obligations to either other than work. She couldn’t really die from drinking herself into a coma either since she was once again hooked up to respawn and her own other reasons.

Clearing her throat she gestured towards the kid finally,“ Is he your’s?” She asked, wanting to clarify whos kid that was while also alerting Angel to there presence.

“Fair enough.”

He hummed a near monotoned reply at that, not sure if anything will improve after the assault but guess time would have to tell. Even if it drove him a bit bonkers, to say the least. But despite not stomaching for the first three weeks and lacking any sleep he had been fairing a little better after taking a full week off ay his fathers but still hitting hard on the emotional station.

Looking up at the sniper with a “Huh?” Angel had a brain stall for a moment before glancing at the area behind him, a little surprised to see his kid staring right back. And with those scaly critters coiled around his arms and neck like jewelry. Sheash, the poor kid pissed himself at fluffy- cuter animals yet could handle shit that belongs outside. Though it had been best not to question it as the RED grinned a little, hand ruffling the boy’s hair, making him grumble “Noooo” before replying.

“Yeah he is. Hope you’re not gunna lecture me about a kid staying on base are you? Because I already have Soldier already on that.”

The Sniper shook her head before taking in one last deep breath of what was left of her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and digging her heal into the butt to snuff it out completely. Of course, she would notice the scaly and more outdoorsy type critters that the kid seemed to have, not that they bothered her a bit but it was still a little unusual to see such a tiny thing seemingly not afraid of such creatures.

“ Ain’t my job to give ya a scolding since it sounds like Solider has that covered, as long as ya make sure the little ankle biter stays away from harm I don’t care.” She replied with a small shrug as well before smiling a little at the kid.

Sam never wanted kids personally, but that didn’t mean she was going to treat them poorly it just meant that she was a tad bit awkward around them was all and it was a bit obvious by how stiff she seemed at the moment.

bleedingiism

Angel held out the box again in offering her another to have as this was just the theme of the day. Stressful and annoying to a degree with it being just them, or so he thought, and just sharing minor information. At least it is some human interaction after his boyfriend up and left.

He chuckled lightly and thanked her for giving him a sliver of mercy as he allowed his offspring to cling to his leg and stare at the moment curiously still. But he quickly stopped as he knew better to be rude. Though to the boy, he figured most snipers liked the type of critters as he did, an example of how his pets contently hanged off his frame and slither in his shirt. The Lady Sniper seemed kind enough to one of his parental figures for him to even grin like that so out of a sliver of bravery- a rare one- he sort of shuffled from the protection of the Scout’s limbs and peered at her once again. Angel, of course, raised a brow though did nothing to discourage it.

“Do- you like s-snakes?”

#ic reply #bleedingiism #(( I'm so sorry this took while ahhh

Sam would decline the offer, as much as the little bit of nicotine had helped with her nerves she would prefer to drink instead and well... Her eyes glanced down to Angel's kid for a brief moment, she didn't want to smoke in front of them.

Kids were too innocent to be messed up by adults like them.

The Brutal would shake her head with a soft chuckle, it really wasn't her business to scold someone and the Scout seemed like they were takeing good care of there kid and keeping them out of harms way so that was all that mattered for the moment.

Though she questioned wether or not it was safe for the tiny ankle biter to be holding those reptiles, some of them looked rather harmless but snakes were another factor.

" Oh? Ah yea oi do little one." She responded with a surprisingly soft voice when the kid asked her," Though oi don't think your Dad here seems to cares for em."

Hearing Claudia giggle a bit brought a smile to her face despite the tears that lingered. Even threw everything that happened the Aussie was so glad that the other women was all right and that they were back in her life again. When Sam had moved them she still kept close, almost in a cuddling position as her hands would loosen there hold and just stay lightly wrapped around the woman’s waist. Her eyes would close a little and a soft hum would leave her lips at the kiss on her forehead before she would lean in as well to kiss the other’s nose, a small chuckle following as well.

The Brutal didn’t want to let them go anytime soon, the Romanian meant so much to her and felt like the only thing she had left in this world that kept her sane and happy. Something that with her long life always seemed so short lived so she made a silent promise to herself to always be here to protect them and never let her go.

Though of course her self-reflecting thoughts were broken by the women asking her a question and it was almost like that, that she remembered her own wounds. They had at least stopped bleeding for the most part but her wounds did need to be patched up to stop any infection and get any debris out as well. Sam knew her own brutal abilities had gotten out any bullets that had been lodged in her so there was nothing left but the initial wounds to cover up. “ Sure doll, oi would appreciate that a lot if ya could.” She replied with a soft voice while gently nuzzling her face into the others hands a little as Claudia wiped her tears away, appreciating and soaking up every little bit of affection she was given while her own hands idly rubbed circles into the others back.

claudiatheblumedic

Claudia smiled and pulled away from the Aussie before she could delve too deeply into her warmth. As Claudia took the first aid kit and began to unpack the gauze and other materials, she makes a gesture to the woman to raise her shirt so she could see the damage.

Her legs felt as if they were jelly, shaking a bit before growing reacquainted to her weight. Her feet that felt so heavy as she walked back over and began her work on the bruises and cuts. Fingers wipe away a bit of blood here and there with a wet wipe found in the box. As she took a bite to her lip in a thinking gesture, a finger tracing a scar here and there.

Sam didn’t want to let go but for now it was necessary, she needed her wounds patched up and besides all that they had time now, they were both safe and not going anywhere. So with a nod she understood the gesture and wasted no time shrugging off her bloodstained button up shirt and tossed her destroyed tank top as well. Underneath she had a simple black sports bra but with her chest now exposed the damage was more known.

Through all the scars that littered her body there were cuts and bullet wounds scattered about, some of them looked awful and for someone else, they would have possibly knocked another out or killed them. But instead the Brutal was still very much so awake and her wounds had all stopped bleeding.

She would bite her lip or let out a shaky breath of air whenever a wound was cleaned, the area’s still a bit sensitive but the little pains would be forgotten whenever she felt Claudia’s fingers trace her scars, a warm tingling sensation always following at the intimate touch but she would never pull away, the Aussie trusted the other women with her life.

“ Thanks for helpin me out with this and… and helpin me snap out of it back there…Oi’m sorry for hurtin ya, oi swear oi’ve never lost it that badly before.” She spoke up, her voice soft and guilt filled as it ate at her a bit.

claudiatheblumedic

A huff of air left the woman’s lungs as she began to work on each wound and blemish of blood. A cleaning rampage and sowing up the evidence of past battle. A tune hung loosely in the air as she worked on her beloved (a term she used loosely simply due to the fear of putting a unwanted title to them. She wished for it, but didn’t know Sams view of it). The tune was that of her old war songs, hanging in with rapid stream of words in gentle mumbles. “Vou’re velcome.” She paused, a sigh leaving her as she sat back on her legs to view her handy work before looking up to the Aussie.

“Vou may ‘ave 'urt me, but vounds 'eal, bruises fade. Scars may be presented but I’ll be damned to let vou believe dhat vou 'ave 'urt me inside. I love vou, so do not vorry about vour injuries to me, dhey are but a blemish dhat can be villed away.” A smile appeared on her features and she slowly stood to plant a kiss on top of the females head. “I love vou, don’t forget dhat. ”

#ic reply #claudiatheblumedic #(( I'M SUCH TRASH I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER #(( BUT AHH #(( I love Claudia and I greatly enjoy rping with you thank you for putting up with my weird sick hiatus

Sam would try and remain as still as she could, knowing that this was delicate work in a way but even than the Brutal would catch herself zoning out as she watched the women in front of her work and listened to the tune she was singing. Despite everything that had happened the Aussie was finding herself falling into a comfortable space, her eyes also finally falling to there natural blue with her change of state as well. Her fingers would lightly tap against the top of her bed to the war tune while finding herself briefly entertaining the idea of a long life with the other. They were nothing but dreams but maybe..

" Oi... gods love, oi know... Hurtin' ya was the last thing oi ever wanted to do. But your right, your always right." She replied, her eyes looking up to meet the others after the kiss to her head while an anxious smile danced on her lips," I love you to. I always will." Sam's voice was soft but heled a tone of finality to it, a promise.

Leaning up she gently cupped Claudia's face in her calloused hands and leaned in to plant a soft kiss, sealing there promises, the Brutal's promise.

I'm so sorry I haven't been active lately and been afk, I'm still sick and life has been very hectic.

I'm trying to get back to being more active on here but it might take a while.

I know I have some art to finish, and threads to reply back to so thank you to those who are waiting ahh

#ooc #the mun speaks #(( I'm so sorry #I don't know why this year had just been rather difficult for me #I wish it would stop because it sucks not being active or being so busy and sick that I can't do much #I'm etwrnally greatful for the few that stick it out for me though #ill be back in the morning and getting those threads out #and posting at least the wips of the drawings I owe

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latenightcornerstore

Picture: an unmarked grave. A buried sweetness. The sugared-honey, blackberry syrup of me now six feet under with all my reckless loving. Please. I just wanna be soft again. I’ve got a strong jaw. I can take a few punches, but I’m sick of all the swinging— You know, I didn’t used to be like this. But I was just a stupid kid, looking to stop the hurting: thirteen when I coughed up a powderpuff instead of a lung and mistook the thing for weakness. Spent the next six years swallowing splinters and spitting up grenadine. Came out the backside of nineteen looking like a gunfight and a fistful of teeth. Hit twenty like a body on the wrong side of starving: heart too hungry to eat. I stowed away softness under my bed, so I could pretend I had a suspension bridge instead of a skeleton. Now listen, I can backtrack through the trenches, play hopscotch or pick-up-sticks with landmines and drunken dreams, but I can’t dig up the kid who thought love would always be a two-way street. What if— what if I can’t distill the honey from the whiskey ‘cause there ain’t no honey left in me?

HUCKLEBERRY HONEY, by Ashe Vernon

(from the book Wrong Side of a Fistfight)