RED Wanka

"A rugged ol' bushman in love." ....................................... A TF2 RP blog for a RED Sniper. This blog does not multiship; what he feels for someone's character is geniune but does not reflect on the person behind this blog. But that is not to say that feelings could change overtime. ....................................... OOC posts will be kept to a minimum but will be done in [single brackets] and tagged as such. ....................................... (Sidebar images by Sirbobjones and babybarracuda respectively). TF2 belongs to Valve with no copyright infringement intended. ....................................... Tracking: #handsomewanka .......................................

[mychemicalslut]

this is how the world ends

[zapidos]

OHMY GOD

[welcometoyielding]

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memoiresdouloureux 

“I found yer people.”

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memoiresdouloureux

[pepperandpals]

Sky King’s Falconry was at the ren fair. This white-collared raven named Lenore takes tips from the audience to help support the organization and the work they do! www.skykingsfalconry.com

[danudaine]

SURRENDER ALL CURRENCY TO BIRB.

[greaterpup]

miss-no-more therockcanfly

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thesnipingaustringer

[thesnipingaustringer]

Spring? Yeah, right.

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thesnipingaustringer

That…had to be annoying. He could definitely sympathize; his own birds tended to screech in his ear when something startled or interested them. He gave the other Sniper an apologetic look and hunkered down a bit more, sitting on his rear rather than crouching just to make himself smaller. “Sorry little fella,” he murmured to the lizard even though he was very sure it wouldn’t understand him. Nothing wrong with talking to animals, right?

“Wedgies? Oi, aren’t those the big fellas that get hit by cars all too often?” A frown came to his lips as he recalled seeing a few of them during his trip through Australia. The gigantic birds had a habit of picking up carcasses off of the road only to become hit themselves since they couldn’t take off quickly enough. “Sad that. I always wanted one. Beautiful birds, but a touch too large for me to cart around safely. ‘Specially with the other two girls.” He chuckled softly and shrugged. “Have it me way and I’ll be keeping a whole flock.” Xander was definitely of the Crazy Cat Lady trope.

“I had a few lizards when I was down in Africa. One was nearly seven feet long and only two years old. Big bugger.” He would have lifted his hands to mimic the size of it, but Chris was watching him intently. Didn’t want to get him squealing again. “If you’re stationed further south near the desert I’m sure your lizards are happy campers, huh?”

He let out a small grunt. “Probs,” he replied to the mention about them being hit by cars. Problem with country roads was that the speed limit was set to 110 km/h in some places. And if you were one of them bloody maniacs pressing down on the pedal, of course the bird was going to become road kill. ‘Ah, shame.” But he was glad to hear that the other Sniper was a big animal enthusiast like he was.

Wait, glad? He wasn’t supposed to be glad about anything from a BLU. His dark brown brows were going to knit together to remind himself to not get too chatty when Chris slowly started to march up to his neck, and climb over the collar of his vest. He lifted an arm to take his hat off his head, but otherwise kept still. The chameleon probably wished to get to higher ground, aka his head, to watch that Sniper.

“Mm? Yeah. Kanya has acres of land ta roam ‘bout.” It wasn’t all dessert, but there was no need to say that. “No need ta worry about a BLU Spy despite bein’ camped far from the base’s buildin’s. The frog’s terrified of the Komodo Dragon.” A large, savagely pleased, toothy grin appeared, but it was a probably not as savage as the RED hoped because Chris had now made it to the top of his head, and no one could look savage with a chameleon on their head. 

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Coffee (Closed)

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She felt him shift and his arms slip around her, happily being guided into his chest as they sat there. The sound of her name on his lips had her hum happily, listening to his heart as she closed her eyes, savouring the feeling that hung in the air. She really could not express how happy she was around him, even after the time apart.

After a moment of sitting there, she lifted her head up to place a soft kiss to his lips, resting her forehead against his, eyes watching his face for a moment, before slipping closed again. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, before she playfully stuck her tongue out to flick the tip of his nose. “Yer really cute when you try to blend in with your shirt~”

Things were going well. Really, really well. She had kissed him again. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Then, she went and said that.

“Ah, Chroist, Mads” he grumbled, pretending to be more upset than he was. He pushed her away weakly. “Wound me, why don’t ya? Yer th’ cute one, Oi’m the handsome one, remember?”

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"Hello there!"

“..........”

The RED just stands there, uncertain on how to take the really chirpy, little miss. He was a man of few words to those he knew, and a man of no words to those he didn’t know, so he stayed schtum, staring bewilderingly at her from behind his aviators. 

[tiny-freakin-head]

Spy: *being attacked by robots*

Spy: this is a good time for a cigarette

[jectica]

medic at his finest

[littlemissfemscout]

It took 1.3 billion dollars and hours for Medic to bring Sniper back from the dead.

It took Soldier less than a minute to poke Pauling alive.

So who’s really the better doctor here?

[batberryboo]

stitched up and shirtless sniper appreciation

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Coffee (Closed)

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She stopped herself from giggling at his obvious flustered appearance, which was only brought more to attention by him trying to get some air on his heated skin. She was tempted to get up and open a window, let some fresh air in, but she was too comfortable against him like this, she didn’t really want to move.

She couldn’t help the giggle though at his reaction to a simple kiss against his jaw. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, so she could understand why he was reacting like that. Her own cheeks were rather red, but still she wasn’t as red as he was. Her eyes closed as she listened to him talk, glad he liked the idea, giving his middle a soft squeeze, before his next question had her look back up at him.

It was her turn to sit in a slightly stunned silence, before she bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I’d love to.”

He smiled at her acceptance, deliriously happy. “Cheers.” But for all that, all he wanted later tonight was to snuggle up to her, have her by his side on his bed, feel her heartbeat and her warmth. Actually, he could do with that now on the chair.

He twisted his upper torso in her arms, and return the hold, pulling her face into his chest. “Ahh, Madi,” he said as he sighed. He rested his lips against the top of her head, breathing in her scent. He didn’t say any more; he didn’t have the words to explain how happy he was, but he didn’t need to say them.

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Gone Fishin'

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johnnythescout

“Oh, jeeze man ya could’ve had me do that for ya.” He frowned deeply as he looked over the recently watched grill. One thing he hated was feeling like he was useless. He could have been helping out with that rather than wandering around listlessly to stay out of the Sniper’s hair. Moving from the camper’s doorway, he hopped down and crossed over to where the other was, and leaned a shoulder against the side of the vehicle.

“I like mine pretty rare. Used to say ‘if it ain’t mooin’ I don’t want it.’” Taking a drink he brought the bottle down and nudged its bottom toward the grill. “Medium rare’s fine. Anything more than dat an’ it just tastes like tire.” Nodding lightly, he lifted his free hand and rubbed his hand over his head, rustling his own hair before it was fixed with the push of his fingers. “I’ve always heard dat it’s moah healthy if it’s red, anyway. Get all dat protein and whateva.”

Pushing off of the camper, he made his way closer to the Sniper and his current project. “Anything I can help ya with, bud?”

He shook his head resolutely. He wasn’t going to let anyone touch his baby BBQ. It was his thing. And the Scout deserved to stretch his legs. If the squirt was anything like the one on his team, he would have needed it. Plus, while they were eating, Johnny could relate all that he found out about the camp. It would save time tomorrow trying to find good places to fish, or boat or hunt. 

He carefully rested the grilling tray on top of the rest of the contraption and let out a soft chuckle at the saying. “’M with ya there, mate.” Although rather than saying it would have tasted like a tire, the Australian would have said it tasted like shit. Then again, that was the preferred description by any Aussie of something that tasted awful. Either that, or fuck. 

“If ya wanna be helpful, ya can go fetch the coal.” He looked around himself, mainly at the van, trying to remember where he stashed it. He tossed the towel on the BBQ, crossed his arms, and frowned to himself. It should have been in the compartment where he had taken the BBQ out but he hadn’t found it in there earlier otherwise he would have pulled it out at the same time. “... Moight be under another one of them side compartments...” he said a little doubtfully. Crap he hadn’t gone and forgotten the coal had he? If he had, buying some more wouldn’t be too much trouble.

[thesnipingaustringer]

Spring? Yeah, right.

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thesnipingaustringer

‘Down that way’, he says. That wasn’t very descriptive, but Xander couldn’t say that he expected more and perhaps his hint of a grin proved that. Given time he could probably figure it out but, as it was, time was a very limited thing, it seemed. Not only with the battle that was nearing its end, but the other’s transfer. He had begun to turn his attention back toward the coffee maker, but the Sniper’s flinch had him glancing over again, briefly wondering if a team Spy decided to say ‘hello’. Instead of a Spy, it was a little lizard. A chameleon to be exact.

“Now that’s just adorable.” He grinned broadly and ignored the ready buzz from the coffee maker as he wandered over to the other Sniper, his hands lifting along the way to show that he was definitely still armed. Couldn’t have him thinking he was attempting to take advantage of his distraction. Crouching down nearby, he idly scratched at a scarred cheek as he squinted at the little beastie and grinned again, more brightly than before if that was possible.

“I sure do! Well, I wouldn’t consider my girls pets, more like family. I don’t have any pictures on me but if you want to see them I’m sure I can arrange that.” Propping his forearms against his knees, he hitched his chin toward the window. “They usually don’t fly around during battle; I keep them locked up around that time since, y’know, they can’t come back like we do. I have an African Goshawk named Khanyisile and a Peregrine Falcon who goes by Nomvula. Thought about getting a third, but I’m not sure how they would take to another.”

Chris let out a small but very high pitched squeal as the other man came closer, color changing to brown to match the vest. The squealing once the BLU crouched down. Nothing quite like getting a squeal in the ear, but Darren wasn’t surprised. Chris was sometimes wary of new, big things coming towards him, and for once both his eyes were focused on the new thing, color still brown to be camouflaged. 

His brows lifted up at hearing the word fly. The other Sniper kept birds? But he didn’t dare try to repeat the names of the Goshawk and Falcon; he’d stumble over them too badly. “Oh yeah? Sounds loike they’re beauts. Always loiked Wedgies meself- ah, Wedge Tailed Eagles,” he corrected hastily in case the other thought he was talking about the getting your knickers pulled up between your crack by a prankster. “But, Oi love reptiles more.” He chuckled, the sound brief but no less genuine.

“An’ ya can never have too many pets, mate. Oi have Chris here, an’ Kanya at home, he’s a Komodo Dragon, an’ Oi was thinkin’a gettin’ more lizards, perhaps a tortoise too, next toime Oi get some toime off. Go get another. Oi’m sure the others will get used ta a new bird.” 

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Coffee (Closed)

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The puzzle could be done later, and another cup of coffee could be brewed if he really wanted it, so such things were not all that important in her mind as she watched his expression change, and his face turn slightly more red. If he turned any more red, she wouldn’t be able to tell where his neck ended and his shirt began.

“Mmm, a date does sound nice.” Although, she’d never been one to really worry about fancy places. They always seemed stuffy and too proper, where she would rather just go to a diner and have some easy, fast food. But, in the end, as long as she was with him, she didn’t really mind.

“Well, I’m sure there are probably some days off coming up, after they made us run around like they did. So we can work around that, yeah?” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, before settling back against his shoulder.

Wow, it was starting to feel hot inside the van. His burning cheeks weren’t helping the feeling either. He tugged at the opening of his shirt to get a waft of cool air not as discreetly as he hoped with the action.

“Ahh, yeah, that’s-” The rest of his words were cut off when she kissed him on the jaw. His jaw hung open, almost comically. He had a bit of light stubble all over his jaw since he had been very lax with shaving. The feeling of her soft lips against the rough jaw had been very pleasant. It had been so long since he had been with her, he had forgotten how her lips felt. 

“Croikey,” he managed to say once he got himself out of his own thoughts. “Back ta what Oi wa sayin’... That sounds loike a good idea.” He paused for a few seconds, awkward and shy, before adding, “Wanna sleep here tonight?”

[thesnipingaustringer]

Spring? Yeah, right.

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thesnipingaustringer

“Yeah?” he murmured, keeping his eyes on the path for a moment. Lifting a hand he scratched at an eyebrow and glanced over toward the other sniper with a crooked grin on his lips. “That’s unfortunate. This place is bloody gorgeous when there’s no snow covering up everything. There’s a waterfall up along the way and if you go up there…” He angled himself so he’d be able to see the long pipe running high and horizontally across the area.

“It’s not only a nice view of the whole area, but a real good vantage point. Downside is you’re pretty exposed.” He somewhat doubted that the other would care about any of this, but speaking of these random facts was better than just sitting there, staring at each other. Sure, he could do that no problem with a friend, or someone on the same team, but it would get pretty awkward after a spell considering the man was an enemy.

“What base did you transfer from? Recently came from Hydro, myself.” He didn’t mind that place so much. It had wide open spaces, a nice vantage point, and plenty of water to take a dip in. It was just far, far too dry and with minimal trees for his girls to perch in.

He let out a small grunt. It didn’t seem too bad when he got to have a look at the place during the day... terrain wise. Bit of a trudge through snow, but snow is always like that when you weren’t wearing the right gear. Too bad he was going to miss having a hike up to the waterfall just to see for himself. Once the battle was over he was going to start driving back to his usual base. He couldn’t trust his team trying to feed Kanya anyway. And Kanya didn’t trust his team mates; he’d probably try to bite them truth be told.

“Hmm? Oh... Ya know...” he said gesturing towards the south. “Down that way.” He wasn’t quite comfortable telling a BLU where he came from. Last thing he needed was this Sniper going over for a ‘visit’. Then again, Kanya would probably keep him away. A small smile graced his lips for a few seconds at the thought of his komodo dragon. He was harmless really.

A sudden wriggle in his vest pocket made him start. He had almost forgotten about Chris. He had put him in there earlier to keep warm but it looked like Chris wanted to come out now. He carefully balanced his SMG on his knees, then placed a hand in his pocket to grab his small chameleon. Chris affectionately launched his long tongue at his nose when Darren held him up to his face to get a good look at him. He let out a soft snort of laughter through his nose, and put him on his right shoulder as the chameleon took its tongue back in its mouth. “Got any pets?” he decided to ask since Chris had come out.

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by mehmet karaca

[sangji-3]

random mercs :V