#isetheby

[mmrcnry]

@isetheby​ said: ➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead ✐ - accepting. 

‘ Amore Cecil  Sniper,

If this letter has made its way into your hands then I’ve been killed I am no longer around.

My name, my real name is... [ The letters to the words are incomprehensible, whether or not it was on purpose is unclear ]. I was born in Italy on the 19th of March, 1927. My sister was born3 years later. When I was 8, there was a devastating fire at my home-- I lost everything my entire family in the blaze and spent the rest of my childhood on the streets.  I was in the war, as you could have probably guessed. I don’t really remember which side I fought for anymore, nor do I care. I think I was 16 when I enlisted. It isn’t worth going into detail of what I did during that time-- I was only a teenager with nothing left to lose and everything to give. I became a mercenary when the war ended. I was 18. Between that and the labour work I started doing when I was 12, I suppose I had managed to make a living. A year later, my time as a hireling went sour as I was framed for a murder that I had no part in and I was sentenced to death. To be killed on my 20th birthday. I only escaped the death sentence after the death penalty was scrapped in Italy. I was released in 1950 after being proved innocent. The man actually responsible confessed-- can you believe it?

As you can imagine, the only job left out there for me was mercenary work-- nobody would hire a man with a criminal record like me. I did what I did for nearly 20 years of my life, getting better as I went, getting more brutal and efficient. I am not proud of what I’ve done over the years due to desperation and hunger. I was 40 when I saw the job application for Mann Co. And, as you say, ‘the rest was history’.      I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I suppose it’s because I wish for someone out there to know exactly who I am what I’ve been through over the past 44 years. There is nobody else in the world but you that I would rather have know. Not that it matters now. 

I miss you. I miss you a lot. I think about you a lot. And about how we ended things. I suppose, that will be my biggest regret. I wasn’t enough to keep you by my side, but I will still treasure what we had. From the day I finish writing this letter until the day I die.

I’m sorry.

- From, Spy - Sincerely, Blu - Love, Enzo - Vito

I love you, Cecil. I love you, I love you, I love--

[ The bottom of the letter is unintelligible as it seems that the writer began to cry across the pages, smearing the ink. ] ’ 

[lilolnumber]

👁️((Cecil is a creepy bastard

     “ I only got one mechanical hand, fellas. Do I gotta make a sign-up list ? ”

[winninswinninpal]

@isetheby​ sent ♫ for a starter! + Teho Teardo // A Quiet Life

❝ I lost, I ran, I started once anew. In northern grey, in drizzling rain, in salted slush and bitter hail. But the order as always merciless, it wants to see me fail... ❞

Azure stared out the window, the torrential rains coming down outside. He thought back to, what he had assumed to be, the last moments of his life. Rain not unlike the current weather poured over the tropical battlefield, littered with rocks and broken robots... Shaking his head with a soft sigh, he turned from the wall, goggles and bandana nowhere to be seen. Mismatched eyes made contact with the marksman behind him.

❝ So the hunter is now the hunted, past voices call my name...  ❞  

[blupyrc]

🍭 @isetheby​ has entered the server 🔥

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ “P̛e҉e̛kabo̵o,͞” Pyro knew better than to sneak up on his team mates from behind, Sniper even moreso, which was why the arsonist always made sure to clearly announce himself before popping up unannounced. Last thing he wanted was a repeat of what had happened the first time he tried that... his team mates were either way too jumpy or just... too eager to kill.

      Once he got the Sniper’s attention, the Pyro finished climbing the rest of the way onto the roof. Too often Pyro wondered where the Australian managed to run off too after everyone had left the locker room, and it seemed tonight he managed to track him down and find out exactly where. 

        “ İn͢an͜ılmaz̧... ͏that'̴s ̛ǫn͜e̶ ̵he̴lluva͟ v̀iew͞,” she briefly broke character in her starting word, but regained himself after trailing off a moment and took his eyes away from the stars and back at his team mate on the roof. “So ҉th̀is͟ ̶ís̨ ẁhe͢r̡e͏ yo͡u̴ li̸ķe͢ ҉to h̕i͘d̵e̡, hųḩ~?̢”

[bushmannsrules]

isetheby said:

Is the van business pee

@isetheby​

“Sure, mate. Got a sample you can try right here, if you want.” His arm then bends back, a jarate at the ready should the enemy Sniper not side step in time.

[contractcd]

… 😴 in their pajamas!… 👗 dressed for the club!

drawing prompt. | @isetheby | open.

🌻                         she sleeps in a pair of boxers found in the lost and found box lmao

[build-em-up]

Concept: Engie playing keep talking and nobody explodes

Engineer and Cecil get to playing and even though it’s supposed to be a stressful game between the two of them it’s pretty calm since nothing real is on the line. Engineer wears down Cecil to play with him by way of friendly competition and Class Southern Charm(tm). Cecil will say one or maybe two whole things when he’s the one with all the info and Engineer will be patient when Cecil bumps into an unfamilair word. Somehow they always diffuse the bomb even if it’s just a millisecond to spare because they’re bbfsies and just get each other. 

They move onto real bombs eventually after finding the game too easy because they have braincells but at what cost

[sexbonk]

@isetheby • BLU Sniper  continued..

  It didn’t say that. Or maybe it did, but he hadn’t actually read that. He wasn’t even on that page of the magazine. Besides, he can’t read well and the text is way too small for him to even try...

   Scout huffs when he doesn’t get the attention he was looking for and tosses the magazine on the nearest table. “Don’t just ‘oh’ our friendship, Snipes.” He watches the other knit and forces out a couple of over dramatic sighs.

   “...How don’t ya get bored of doin’ that?”