#bluteamblueprints

[maple-syrup-heavy]

@bluteamblueprints

Elias headed outside to check the constellations. This far south, they were much different than back home. If he could find the familiar ones, he would be okay. He was so busy contemplating the stars that he didn’t notice he’d wandered into BLU territory. “Well, at least I found the North Star. That’s a start...” 

[stilettostab]

@bluteamblueprints liked for a starter

After running through a list of the people on-base he’d met so far, August came to the conclusion that he’d made a weird-to-bad impression on most of them. Dell seemed to still like him despite that, though, so he decided to wander down to his workshop and see what he was up to.

“Engineer?” He knocked on the door this time, like a civilized person. If he wasn’t coming to ask for help, he probably would’ve just broken in again, but he should probably get off on a good foot this time. “Dell? Are you busy?”

[pushspacetocontinue]

A Monkey’s Uncle (closed for bluteamblueprints)

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The young lady looked like any other as she waited by a bus stop, playing with a yo-yo. Her red hair, decorated with a barrette resembling a sunflower, framed her pale freckled face and shoulders. A camera sat around her neck. She wore a bright green tank top with a yellow stripe in the middle and a pair of denim shorts. A long pair of white socks and yellow sneakers completed the look. 

She was alone, and seemed to be in her mind. But then a little clink caught her attention. She glanced around to see what looked like a tool on the ground. She glanced up, seeing what she could only assume what its owner. No one else was around.

“Sir? Sir!” she called. She didn’t seem afraid to raise her voice, “Sir! You dropped this!” 

She waved it as she took a few steps towards him. 

[sweepingupgibs-blog]

@bluteamblueprints (X)

Dell tilted his head at the other, opening and closing his mouth at their statement “wh-” he blinked “is- that a good thing” he asked,

“Hm?” Tom stopped, turning around in the mess, his mouth full of cookie and looking like.. well, frankly like someone caught with their hand in the cookie bag. He swallowed, grinning and holding out the bag to the Engineer.

“Yeah, dude! These cookies are kickass. You want one?”

[thatneverwas-a]

@bluteamblueprints from here X

Lucky.

Alexis let himself be helped over, leaning against the side of the dispenser. “A very good thing, that - it would’ve been too short for a good armrest before.” Faint chuckle, fading as the medibeam washed over him. 

He looked down at his leg, sighing and trying not to look at the side where the bullet was slowly being pushed out. “Either the enemy has a very bad Sniper with good luck, or a very good one with a vendetta. He hasn’t landed a single killing blow on me since the battle began.”

[scoutthemute-blog]

@bluteamblueprints || cont.

Dell nodded slowly “good plan” he said “it would catch the rest of the team off guard, and could probably get you to the point faster too.” He smiled and offered his arms down to the scout, ready to toss him.

    Did Scout ask to be thrown so he could surprise the enemy team and achieve their goals faster? Hell no. He wanted to fly. Doing their job was just a happy side effect of that want. Easily, Scout climbed into Dell’s arms and held himself in a tight ball, familiar with this already. Heavy has thrown him a few times across the field. 

    ‘Ready.’

[askengiecow]

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  The RED engineer was breathing heavy from his hiding place in the BLU base. It had been a trek getting across the battlefield with his machinery without being seen, and he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow before it could trickle down into his eyes.

He was frantically trying to get his teleporter set up, hoping to give his team an edge in battle by bypassing the enemy lines.

“C’mon darlin....spin up for me.” he coaxed, hammering at the machine that seemed to be putting itself together at an agonizingly slow pace. Each strike of his wrench causes his yellow hard hat to wobble back and forth with exaggerated movements and he gives a frustrated huff at the teleporters slow pace.

[pushspacetocontinue]

mistletoe - accidental.

Russell awkwardly gazes up at the mistletoe. Who had put that there? He doesn’t kiss people unless they’re a romantic partner. But what if Dell had different ideas of what was appropriate? 

What if he upset him by being rude? 

“Are you, uh, are you uh, ehehe, you good with a cheek kiss, man?” is that a good enough compromise. He hopes so.