Where I'm from, closest thin'to music are screams

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[bobamiruku-deactivated20240101]

pipopipo electric sound

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I think you guys might like him..

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some blu team doodles

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Meet The BLU Team!

Thanks as always for the amazing response to the new episode!! I was so happy to share my interpretation of the blu team >:]

so glad you guys like em 💙💙💙

[mountainmilitant]

[melamemea]

send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

[mountainmilitant]

"Sometimes I miss the mountians. The dark nights, the clear skies where you can see the stars, the horrors of the unknown striking a prey where its last dying scream resonates with the indifferent surrounding woods."

"Good times"

[ncalabby]

suddenly had some Idea about TF2 robot and needed to sketch it out

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

mountainmilitant​:

“Exactly. You should respect that Natasha is a consenting adult. I may kill between money and personal gain, but give me credit. I don’t go that route. Call it pride.” He straightened up, pushing from the door to close space between him and Nathan. “Now that you’re all caught up, can you lose the wounded ego look? It’s a real mood killer and this isn’t exactly the cleanest place to hook up-“Arms reached around the Sniper, picking him up and putting him on the sink. His mouth closed in on top of Nathan’s before he could speak.

‘Fuck, I’m an idiot.’ Those were his thoughts. He went for the sink, head hung low between his shoulders almost as if he was dizzy from the drinks he had not too long ago. How many was it? How strong was it? Fuck it. He doesn’t remember. He was too far up his ass to realize what he put himself into. And this time it wasn’t about her.

The last two words snapped Nathan’s attention to look up quickly and before he knows it, he was lifted up, his ass on the sink, and Wolf’s lips against his. Nathan had no time to breathe as it nearly took his breath away and muffled in response.

[mountainmilitant]

Wolf took charge in leading the thoughtless make-up and heavy petting. One arm hooked around the small of Nathan's back to keep him from turning the knows and getting his pants wet from the encounter, as the other hand swiped over the buttons of his shirt, seeming to undo them all at once. Once the skin was exposed, he pulled his mouth away to nip and suck at the skin and imperfections there.

"Careful not to be too noisy, be kinda messed up to be found like this huh?" He taunts as he bites around the skin of the sniper's collar bone

[mountainmilitant]

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall . (She's avoiding him again :3c)

Natasha was swiped from her path, back pushed against a wall where she trapped between it and a looming menace of late that's been hounding after her like a starved coyote. "You like playing games huh? Woulda been nice if you told me first. Else I'd might think you were ducking me."

[redbritishsniper]

mountainmilitant​:

“Don’t” It wasn’t a plead or command. His hand came up to her face, pulling back to the marred side. “I’m serious, it shows what you’ve endured and lived through.” Having lived cut off from the world in the mountains, through animals attacks, mountain folk fueds and intense winters, survival is the one thing he can respect anyone to have experienced. It was like a siren call to his interests. Something of like mindedness. There was beauty in it.

“At least from me, don’t hide it.” Wolf got close, his hair falling down to curtain around his and her face and he leaned down.

That single word almost had her jaw dropped in his grasp while he turned her side back front to face him fully. He didn’t urge her to do so, but simply because it is so. She had lived with this kind of face for many years now and the scars she bear on her body.

He was right about it, and very few people knew how she got them. But not why she got them.

Natasha can smell his scent getting stronger as he got closer to her, almost closing the gasp between them. The good side of her mouth curled into an uncertainty and soon she sighed. “Fine, only around you.”

[mountainmilitant]

"Don't sound so resigned" Wolf huffed a laugh, letting his hand fall back to his side but didn't pull away. He was a large man, that he couldn't help, so it didn't take much to see the difference in size he had on most folks.

Then again, this place didn't exactly have average people.

"Outside of killing and beating the piss out people, I don't do things folks don't wanna do. You're smart enough to not confuse anything we do is something you want as well. So if you tell me to fuck off, I will."

[mountainmilitant]

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall . (She's avoiding him again :3c)

Natasha was swiped from her path, back pushed against a wall where she trapped between it and a looming menace of late that's been hounding after her like a starved coyote. "You like playing games huh? Woulda been nice if you told me first. Else I'd might think you were ducking me."

[redbritishsniper]

mountainmilitant​:

redbritishsniper​:

mountainmilitant​:

redbritishsniper​:

There was a reason why she was ‘ducking’ from him. He was eyeing her like a meal on a silver platter. All those little gropes and the ‘crude’ remarks he made but he never fully approach the topic, so hence why she avoided him for now. Until she was pinned against the wall and trapped by the man himself.

“I rather if you were upfront about it than playing ‘Tease the Sniper’ all the time.” She let out a soft huff underneath her breath. “I know what you’re after anyway.”

“Do rather than have a conversation, you thought the way to shake me was just hoping your little ducking game was gonna shake my interest?”

“You’re not dumb to actually think that, else that would be really embarrassing. No, I think you do like being chased. You just hate being caught.” Wolf smirked

“Erm…” Her voice trailed off. She got nothing else to say about it since he was right. It was hard shaking him off of her and she would admit, she did like the chase. It was different when she was ‘hunted’ down and this one she knows what is going on.

“And so you caught me at last.” Arms crossed against her chest. “Congrats. You want your prize of the day now?”

“Oh I want to keep playing, just wanted to hear you acknowledge it. Mostly that I was right that you enjoy this attention.” Wolf hooked a finger in her mask and yanked it down to expose the facial scars. “You should show this off. They’re the best part of you.”

She let out the same kind of huff once more for admitting about it to him. “So you’re the type to edge someone to the point of them begging, hmm?” She half frowned behind her mask. “Figures.” The half frown deepened when he pulled her mask down, now turning her disfigured side away from him to not allow him the satisfaction to look at it longer.

“Is that all from you?”

[mountainmilitant]

"Don't" It wasn't a plead or command. His hand came up to her face, pulling back to the marred side. "I'm serious, it shows what you've endured and lived through."

Having lived cut off from the world in the mountains, through animals attacks, mountain folk fueds and intense winters, survival is the one thing he can respect anyone to have experienced. It was like a siren call to his interests. Something of like mindedness. There was beauty in it.

"At least from me, don't hide it." Wolf got close, his hair falling down to curtain around his and her face and he leaned down.

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

mountainmilitant​:

federalblu-britishmarksman​:

mountainmilitant​:

The moment the door was opened, Nathan was greeted with a hard shove back into the restroom. Wolf stepped and closed the door, sliding the deadbolt in place. “You really that mad over a game or that you lost the bet? Cause now you got your sister worried.”

Wolf leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew a sore loser, they tend to have a sour smell on them.

There was a wheeze made from his lungs when Wolf shoved him back inside the restroom, the cigarette dropped from his lips and onto the wet floor.

“And what about it?” Nathan gave a cough a couple of times to clear his passageway and straighten up his jacket. “You won the bet. Fair and square. I only hope you don’t hurt her since it’s my fault of accepting that stupid game from you.”

Wolf’s face dropped in confusion before a slow build laughter began, suddenly too forceful for him to stand straight, practically doubled over. It took a moment until he was able to collect himself, rubbing his face. “Boy, either you’re the funny twin or you just did not understand what the stakes were.”

“The bet was: You win, I leave Natasha alone. I win, I do whatever I want. You assumed your sister was the End Game when in reality, I just don’t like doing what I’m told by people who have no business.”

The loud booming laugh completely caught him off guard. Wasn’t that the intention of the game was? Was it something he said that made him sound stupid? “The hell do you think it’s funny to laugh at?”

“What?” Gears were turning in his head, processing what Wolf has explained to him just now. That’s what they made. How could-

“Ah shit….” He gets it now.

[mountainmilitant]

"Exactly. You should respect that Natasha is a consenting adult. I may kill between money and personal gain, but give me credit. I don't go that route. Call it pride." He straightened up, pushing from the door to close space between him and Nathan.

"Now that you're all caught up, can you lose the wounded ego look? It's a real mood killer and this isn't exactly the cleanest place to hook up-"Arms reached around the Sniper, picking him up and putting him on the sink. His mouth closed in on top of Nathan's before he could speak.

[mountainmilitant]

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall . (She's avoiding him again :3c)

Natasha was swiped from her path, back pushed against a wall where she trapped between it and a looming menace of late that's been hounding after her like a starved coyote. "You like playing games huh? Woulda been nice if you told me first. Else I'd might think you were ducking me."

[redbritishsniper]

mountainmilitant​:

redbritishsniper​:

There was a reason why she was ‘ducking’ from him. He was eyeing her like a meal on a silver platter. All those little gropes and the ‘crude’ remarks he made but he never fully approach the topic, so hence why she avoided him for now. Until she was pinned against the wall and trapped by the man himself.

“I rather if you were upfront about it than playing ‘Tease the Sniper’ all the time.” She let out a soft huff underneath her breath. “I know what you’re after anyway.”

“Do rather than have a conversation, you thought the way to shake me was just hoping your little ducking game was gonna shake my interest?”

“You’re not dumb to actually think that, else that would be really embarrassing. No, I think you do like being chased. You just hate being caught.” Wolf smirked

“Erm...” Her voice trailed off. She got nothing else to say about it since he was right. It was hard shaking him off of her and she would admit, she did like the chase. It was different when she was ‘hunted’ down and this one she knows what is going on.

“And so you caught me at last.” Arms crossed against her chest. “Congrats. You want your prize of the day now?”

[mountainmilitant]

"Oh I want to keep playing, just wanted to hear you acknowledge it. Mostly that I was right that you enjoy this attention." Wolf hooked a finger in her mask and yanked it down to expose the facial scars. "You should show this off. They're the best part of you."

[mountainmilitant]

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall . (She's avoiding him again :3c)

Natasha was swiped from her path, back pushed against a wall where she trapped between it and a looming menace of late that's been hounding after her like a starved coyote. "You like playing games huh? Woulda been nice if you told me first. Else I'd might think you were ducking me."

[redbritishsniper]

There was a reason why she was ‘ducking’ from him. He was eyeing her like a meal on a silver platter. All those little gropes and the ‘crude’ remarks he made but he never fully approach the topic, so hence why she avoided him for now. Until she was pinned against the wall and trapped by the man himself.

“I rather if you were upfront about it than playing ‘Tease the Sniper’ all the time.” She let out a soft huff underneath her breath. “I know what you’re after anyway.”

[mountainmilitant]

"Do rather than have a conversation, you thought the way to shake me was just hoping your little ducking game was gonna shake my interest?"

"You're not dumb to actually think that, else that would be really embarrassing. No, I think you do like being chased. You just hate being caught." Wolf smirked

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

mountainmilitant​:

The moment the door was opened, Nathan was greeted with a hard shove back into the restroom. Wolf stepped and closed the door, sliding the deadbolt in place. “You really that mad over a game or that you lost the bet? Cause now you got your sister worried.”

Wolf leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew a sore loser, they tend to have a sour smell on them.

There was a wheeze made from his lungs when Wolf shoved him back inside the restroom, the cigarette dropped from his lips and onto the wet floor.

“And what about it?” Nathan gave a cough a couple of times to clear his passageway and straighten up his jacket. “You won the bet. Fair and square. I only hope you don’t hurt her since it’s my fault of accepting that stupid game from you.”

[mountainmilitant]

Wolf's face dropped in confusion before a slow build laughter began, suddenly too forceful for him to stand straight, practically doubled over. It took a moment until he was able to collect himself, rubbing his face. "Boy, either you're the funny twin or you just did not understand what the stakes were."

"The bet was: You win, I leave Natasha alone. I win, I do whatever I want. You assumed your sister was the End Game when in reality, I just don't like doing what I'm told by people who have no business."

[mountainmilitant]

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat . (Nathan)

"Good hiding pick to pick off my team" Came a voice as a cold blade pressed to the marksman's throat, resting at an angle just over the jugular vein where Nathan can feel the ever so slight pressure of it when his heart pumped. "Not good enough from me though."

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

mountainmilitant​:

federalblu-britishmarksman​:

mountainmilitant​:

federalblu-britishmarksman​:

The RED took that as a sign to keep going. A hand dug into Nathan’s dark locks, soon yanking his head back to expose more of his neck, taking advantage of the additional flesh to bite and lick.

“Fuck!” He did his best to keep his voice low as soon he felt teeth against the exposed skin.

“Come oooon~ It’ll be like a game. You wanna play, don’t you?” Wolf dropped his voice to a deep gravely whisper, mocking the need of quiet to the other’s concentration.

“I honestly...never done this before...” Nathan finally admitted as if it was a dirty little secret.

“Ffffuuuckk...” A low groan escaped his masked lips as the sound of his zipper is slowly undone and bit by bit his erection was getting harder to the point of being on point around the Soldier’s hand through the underwear. There was a sight of a wet spot on the fabric forming. Someone is quite eager.

[mountainmilitant]

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Wolf smirks, tempted to make the BLU beg him to continue with the seemingly one sided groping.

He made it a point to run his fingers along the underside of his package, feeling it twitch in response to his ghost like touch before taking the tip, working the damp fabric against the sensitive glans. "Better try and make a shoot before they get suspicious. Or are you just so distracted from a little touch?"

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

mountainmilitant​:

“Oh you know how men are with their prides. Guess your brother got his ego hurt.” Wolf watched after him, taking a wad from his vest pocket and peeled a few layers off, handing them to Natasha. “Here, I have more cash to burn so I can pay for the drinks. I suppose I should apologize for being a dick. Mind paying for it?” He didn’t give her a chance to decline as he followed after the tempered twin.

Natasha can only sighed heavily to herself. Judging by the way she did it means it wasn’t the first and certainly a reason behind his attitude at times. “I don’t know what you guys were talking about beforehand beforehand, but I know there was a reason what tick him off.”

The amount of money he gave her was enough to have change for his and Nathan’s drink. Her eyebrow bounced by his offered apology for her brother and before she can say more, he was heading towards the same direction Nathan went. “Sure…”

Nathan meanwhile was washing his face and smoothing back his hair, refreshing by the cold water splashed onto him. Once that was done, he went to the back where Natasha went. He doesn’t really smoke but he did managed to ask one of the smokers for a cigarette.

[mountainmilitant]

The moment the door was opened, Nathan was greeted with a hard shove back into the restroom. Wolf stepped and closed the door, sliding the deadbolt in place. "You really that mad over a game or that you lost the bet? Cause now you got your sister worried."

Wolf leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew a sore loser, they tend to have a sour smell on them.