Son, this is war

[classical-rxckets]

imagine being dead for so long you forgot what arthur is like

[classical-rxckets]

DO IT YOU NERD

[classical-rxckets]

                                       Aw man, not this again

[classical-rxckets]

[classic-engineering]

@build-em-up , @southernfriedengie , @unflappable-red , @classic-demolition , @classical-crowbar , @inappropriate-drill-usage , @time-honored-tactics , @tfcsniper , @australiumdeprived , @vintagemedicine , @classical-rxckets and any other mutuals that RPs with this old yeehaw blueberry

I have an au idea: Anna never died, she survived and yeah instead of just Roy your muses can talk to- now a dorky, happy go lucky Roy and his out spoken wife

[classical-crowbar]

“…sorry Artie.” @classical-rxckets

[classical-rxckets]

“ FUCK ”

[classic-gorilla]

Have any of your men ever eaten themselves to the point of getting sick/chubby during the holidays?

Looks over at Rory and Arthur.

“Have you meet Rory and Arthur? Those two numb skulls eat themselves sick/chubby practically every day if you let them.”

[classical-rxckets]

[classical-rxckets]

"ARTIE-BOY C'MERE-LA AND GIMME A CUDDLE LIKE" [@classical-crowbar]

        the soldier smiled wide, grabbing the scout and pulling him into tight, bear hug. he lifted the man off of his feet, then set him back down.

@classical-crowbar

[princesconsuela]

4 stages of stress

[bantling]

[apostronaut]

I’ve been having a lot of fun texturing and painting this model, even though retopo and UV mapping were a bit of a pain because of its asymmetry (boo, more work on my end). Overall, it’s been good.

It’ll take a while before this gets finished, I don’t really know when. Currently sick, and I really just want (and have been) taking breaks from working on art stuff for myself and for others. At some point I was working 15-20 hours more per week on commissions on top of my full time job in the last few months. I’m tired.

[classical-rxckets]

Hey uh yeah please unfollow me if you consider our classic spy not a part of us. The mun is talented and amazing and yall can go fuck off. I've been less active then them and my grammar is worse as well. So yeah

[time-honored-tactics]

The Classics and their muns

@time-honored-tactics - Deka

@tfcsniper - .. Sniper

@classic-demolition + @classic-pyromaniac - Woody

@classic-engineering + @classic-gorilla - Danny

@find-a-health-kit + @classical-crowbar - bedhead

@classical-rxckets - Daffy

@australiumdeprived - … Jay

[crownprincefreeza]

When RPers say “read rules” but their theme doesn’t scroll/doesn’t have the rules on it

[classical-rxckets]

10 Photographs Taken Moments Before Tragedy

@build-em-up @classic-engineering

[build-em-up]

Be strong, Dell, be strong for ur Pa. 

[classical-rxckets]

Arthur later:

[classical-rxckets]

10 Photographs Taken Moments Before Tragedy

@build-em-up @classic-engineering

[classical-rxckets]

Hans gave a small sigh as he finished rebuilding his broken medigun. This was the second time he tried joining a mission to end with one of his weapons broken and sent back to the spacy and nearly empty infirmary. As he clipped the medigun back to his pack, he glanced into the weaponry that was open. Walking in to look for the normal case of large syringes like his old base not seeing the old team' soldier. Hans's eyes scanning the different weapons as he reached for a lone pistol with a hum.

        arthur was feeling around on his gun, clicking it and loading it with ammo for the next command from the cheavy. upon hearing a voice, he raised his head a bit, unknowing on who it was.

“ what brings you here, pally? ”

        sounds like a good conversation started. he just needed to know who this was.

[build-em-up]

(classical-rxckets) 👌 //u not son

Dell knows what Arthur is trying to do. Beneath inviting smile, and extended olive branch he’s trying to play like everything is fine between them. But he sees the subtle way Arthur fidgets around him, the fumble of words. They both know they’re not. But when they’re around Roy he plays along. That’s what silly little kids does, after all. They played.  

So, Dell plays along, even manages a laugh as Arthur picks him up to place him on his shoulders. They both wave goodbye at Roy in the same time all wide smiles and set off together. And by increments Dell’s smile falls the further they step away from Roy until he’s left glaring daggers into the back of Arthur’s skull. He could feel Arthur fidget beneath him, watches him tug at his collar. 

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