I'm a freaking blur here!

Yo! My name is Amy Shephard! I'm a female scout on the BLU team! STAY AWAY FROM MY FATHER!!! Sideblog to http://rubyscout.tumblr.com/ M!A: none

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[sapphire-scout] The BLU glares up at the RED. "Jack."

“Heya. Ya look real happy ta see me.”

[sapphire-scout]

“It’s been some time since I’ve seen you out on the field.  What?  You’ve been hiding in your little hole?”

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Here’s RED

[run-run-rabbit-run-deactivated2]

“Jesus fucking Christ there’s BLUs crawlin’ outta da cracks in the floor–where da fuck did youse come from??”

[sapphire-scout]

“My mother’s uterus.”  Amy replied bluntly.

[sapphire-scout]

“That doesn’t fucking mean you can just waltz on in here as if you were one of us!”  She hissed before grabbing the small spy from the back of his shirt and lifted him up from the ground.

“Go back to your own team and look at the magazines over there!”

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

“ Oh- piss off! “ Damian clutched to the arm  couch, like a cat with its’ claws stuck in the furniture.  “ I didn’t do anyzing to you, now leave me be!”  As extra retort he kicked back at her, aiming at her stomach with his thick spats.

[sapphire-scout]

“Ack!”  She yelped out, stumbling back to hold her stomach.  “Y-you…mother…fucker…”  She looked up at the Spy, murder an hatred flaring up in her eyes.

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

 He could only be annoyed with the scout, though soon relaxing after the mild inconvenience,  resting his chin atop the couch with a self satisfied huff. “ Shoo now.”

[sapphire-scout]

She loomed over the RED, casting a terrifying shadow over the man.  A black aura of malice seemed to waft off her body as she stared him down.

Amy raised her spiked bat above her head and smashed it down hard on Damian’s.

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

“  It’s ceasefire. Let a man look through what he wants. I’m not a threat.” The spy didn’t lift his head as he turned the page,  nonchalantly whistling.

[sapphire-scout]

“That doesn’t fucking mean you can just waltz on in here as if you were one of us!”  She hissed before grabbing the small spy from the back of his shirt and lifted him up from the ground.

“Go back to your own team and look at the magazines over there!”

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

“ Oh- piss off! “ Damian clutched to the arm  couch, like a cat with its’ claws stuck in the furniture.  “ I didn’t do anyzing to you, now leave me be!”  As extra retort he kicked back at her, aiming at her stomach with his thick spats.

[sapphire-scout]

“Ack!”  She yelped out, stumbling back to hold her stomach.  “Y-you…mother…fucker…”  She looked up at the Spy, murder an hatred flaring up in her eyes.

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

 He’s lounging in the BLU’s common area, stomach down as he looks over a magazine he’d picked up on his way in.

[sapphire-scout]

“The fuck is a RED doing here?”  Amy demanded as she pulled out her Boston Basher.

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

“  It’s ceasefire. Let a man look through what he wants. I’m not a threat.” The spy didn’t lift his head as he turned the page,  nonchalantly whistling.

[sapphire-scout]

“That doesn’t fucking mean you can just waltz on in here as if you were one of us!”  She hissed before grabbing the small spy from the back of his shirt and lifted him up from the ground.

“Go back to your own team and look at the magazines over there!”

[gamblingwithlove-deactivated201]

 He’s lounging in the BLU’s common area, stomach down as he looks over a magazine he’d picked up on his way in.

[sapphire-scout]

“The fuck is a RED doing here?”  Amy demanded as she pulled out her Boston Basher.

[commander-sammy]

sapphire-scout:

“Hello bitches.  Thought you’d seen the last of me?”

Sammy looks at the blue scout. “Oh goodie the one who hate my bread roll,”

[sapphire-scout]

Amy holds up a loaf of bread. Stares at Sammy right in the eyes. Then she violently bites into it.

[sapphire-scout]

“Hello bitches.  Thought you’d seen the last of me?”

[run-run-rabbit-run-deactivated2]

“Was kinda hopin’, anyhow.”

[sapphire-scout]

Cue murderous grin.  “Ah it seems I have found my first kill of the day~”

[run-run-rabbit-run-deactivated2]

Snorts. “Dat’s–dat’s funny. What, still sore ovah me stealin’ ya bubble gum?”

[sapphire-scout]

Eyebrow twitch of annoyance.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She has tucked that memory deep inside the vault of her mind.

Amy pulled out her Boston Basher.  “Welp, time ta bathe in the brains of my enemy.”

With that said she brought the spiked bat down on Jack’s head.

Boy, you’d better move if you value your face.

[sapphire-scout]

“Hello bitches.  Thought you’d seen the last of me?”

[run-run-rabbit-run-deactivated2]

“Was kinda hopin’, anyhow.”

[sapphire-scout]

Cue murderous grin.  “Ah it seems I have found my first kill of the day~”

[sapphire-scout]

“Hello bitches.  Thought you’d seen the last of me?”

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Here’s RED

[cardinalscout]

“Hey, just so ya know I’m totally available ta talk to. Just waitin’ Patiently.”

[sapphire-scout]

She just slaps him across the face.  No words, just those five digits across the face.

[tf2library]

And Tumblr’s favourite team is....

BLU!

With a compact turn-out of seven followers haha. Oh well :)

..why do I feel a certain beastly writer has something to do with these results?

[markingatlightspeed]

Better dead than RED.

[sane-soldier]

NEENER NEENER NEENER NEENER!  >:D

[fingerscarchive-blog]

[sapphire-scout]

I KNEW IT. I TOLD THEM BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN! WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!

[cardinalscout]

“So like… I made dat common pasta mistake. So if you n’ ya entire base’re hungry, dinner’s ready at freakin’ Mannhattan.”

[sapphire-scout]

She just glares at him.  “…You’re a fucking idiot.”

[cardinalscout]

“Cheer up, toots. At least I made too much and not enough.” He motioned to the pot. “Help yaself.”

[sapphire-scout]

Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance.  “The fuck you call me?”

[cardinalscout]

“Toots. But you called me a fucking idiot so I’d say dat we’re 1 fa 1.”

[sapphire-scout]

She takes a step closer to him, daggers in her eyes as she glares at him.  “Don’t ever call me ‘Toots’ again.”  

She walks around him and grabs a bowl and fills it with pasta.

[cardinalscout]

“So like… I made dat common pasta mistake. So if you n’ ya entire base’re hungry, dinner’s ready at freakin’ Mannhattan.”

[sapphire-scout]

She just glares at him.  “…You’re a fucking idiot.”

[cardinalscout]

“Cheer up, toots. At least I made too much and not enough.” He motioned to the pot. “Help yaself.”

[sapphire-scout]

Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance.  “The fuck you call me?”