#jashatheushankaheavy

[your-eternal-backstab]

✂ 6'8"

Send me ✂ and I’ll compare our muses’ heights

//Boop. Separate post–

[nichtschaden]

He writes in a very nice Script, a sign: I wear myself out and don't like to rely on others.

[nichtschaden]

☭

Battle intro: Don’t you dare hold back. You know I von’t.

Victory: Good fight, gooood fight. You’re alvays a challenge, mein Freund.

Defeat: Christ I hate respawn, DAMMIT-

Assist: You have zhe charge! GET ZHEM!

Taunt: Ah you really going to take a beating from a man vizh a broken leg? GET UP.

Reacting to Taunt: Zheah isn’t much you can say about me zhat I vouldn’t agree vizh.

Flee: Not zhe minigun - NOT ZHE MINIGUN-

Reaction to Flee: Come back! I PROMISE I VILL HEAL YOU

Tie: Vell now how do ve know who’s turn it is to make coffee?

Perfect Victory: Close range is my element. I trust you’ll remember zhat.

Finishing Move: Nice and quick, no need to suffer. I’ll save zhat for zhe REDS I don’t care for.

[runningfasternow-blog]

jashatheushankaheavy started running after you! "Hey, fatty!" Vance called out as he jumped over Jasha's head. He pulled out his Basher and hit Jasha once and quickly pulled out his BONK! to chug and run off again. He came back just as quickly, shooting at Jasha's knees, trying to get the Heavy to fall.

[nichtschaden]

☆ "Fritz, comrade please... Wake up, Fritz!" He tried to rouse the other, but refused to put his hands on the medic until he woke up.

The Medic jolted awake at the familiar voice, one far removed from any nightmare he’d ever had. Pale blue eyes raked over the barren space that was his personal room, finding it empty aside from his friend.

Fritz slumped back onto the mattress, shakily rubbing his ashen face.

“You veren’t supposed to see zhat...” 

[nichtschaden]

┼

17. Drunk

Well that was certainly new. Fritz didn’t think the giant bear of a Russian could even ACHIEVE insobriety. Yet here he was, a happy smile plastered across his face and a jovial laugh on his lips.

Nonetheless, Fritz shook his head as he pulled up a chair and poured himself a glass, raising it to the heavy.

“To our livers. May zhey alvays be champions.”

[thoseblusox]

jashatheushankaheavy

The Scout turned Medic hadn't the opportunity to fight nor heal in the profession just yet, although she was now quite accustomed to the medical bay.

It was her confusion then when she heard a loud ruckus from one side of the room, stumbling out from the storage cupboard to investigate the source of the noise. 

[gravelfeud-blog]

sensible-haircuts started following you

fem-cbs-ooc started following you

do-you-want-a-second-opinion started following you

jashatheushankaheavy started following you

Make yourselves useful and keep the BLUs off my land.