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[multimusement]

@mmrcnry​​ said: Soldier: THE ONLY TIME I'LL BOTTOM IS FOR AMERICA!

“That’s a very strange new nickname for me, Jane.”

[facesteal]

@mmrcnry​​​​​​ // ♡ ‘d FOR A LYRICAL STARTER

   ❝-— Now isn’t the time to play it safe, isn’t this the reason why you came?❞

[chaosdesire]

Blu! [Hi :3]

❛[   ☣ THE AGENT ≻ INQUIRES: Send a Name and Chaos will answer // ACCEPTING

How interested he is in having sex with them: “Of course, I would drop anything I was working on whenever requested.” How much he would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:  “I would not require a single cent, and I would easily cough up far more than I own to my name.” If he would rather bottom or top them: “Whatever may be desired, I would happily offer up.”  How good he thinks they would be:  “I could ramble on for this, but I feel all I need to say is I’ve found myself enjoying every time as much if not more than the last.” If he’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:  “All of these have there appeal, buutttt I WILL say shower is sounding appealing.” If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: “Make love.” If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: “No one is of interest.” If he thinks there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  “I’m ready whenever”   // @mmrcnry

[hartzeer]

unprompted,   ›    @mmrcnry​ asked:

“Do I get a kiss to make it better?” Pleading eyes and a pout, bordering on a smirk— how could you say no to that face? [Blu @ Medic!]

  “  hmmmm ... ”   a hum rumbled low in his throat, a single gloved finger tapping chin in so-called ‘thought’ as icy gaze diverted from from the blu spy that stood before him.  ludwig adored teasing his precious blu, especially now that a few scrapes and bruises were visible  (  blu now almost resembled a sad puppy,  adorable and hilarious!  )      ——  their previous battle having solved exactly none of the war yet again.  it didn’t matter to him either way.  as long as mann co. paid him,  ludwig would happily fight the blu team until his very death    . . .   and subsequent revival.  

  “  well, you did survive a grenade to the face today, so  ...  i’d say you deserve it. ”   thus, he leaned over, putting one arm behind his back and one hand under blu’s chin, tilting his head upward in order to press their lips together.  

[moralscam]

@mmrcnry​​​ // ❤︎ FOR A STARTER

`IDLE HANDS MADE A BORED MIND ‘AND HE WAS CERTAINLY NOT ONE THAT ENJOYED THAT. Nor had the restraint not to touch the ITEMS OF A STRANGER // well, stranger to one party (SLATE COULD GATHER FAMILIARITY OF A PERSON IN SECONDS, A CHEAT OF THE UNIVERSE). But finger tips with just the slightest sharpness at edge played over the edge of blade that he managed to snag, smile lacing features.    ❝-—Hey, this thing ain’t half bad for just a knife, but I certainly could find a BETTER one.❞

[iwantnames]

prompt.  /  @mmrcnry asked:

"You're a monster." //From Blu, naturally 👀

   why did he do it  ?  what drove the medic to part a man’s head from his body and keep him alive?  was there an intent of cruelty behind his actions ?  truth be told, he hadn’t thought it through  —  there hadn’t been a moment where he’d hesitated, reflecting ‘pon what the effects of the surgery on the blu spy would have  :  nay,  the medic’s compassion extended itself not to his enemies in battle, or if curiosity had taken a hold of his chaotic mind.  he remembers the sensation of metal grinding against the ivory of bone, splitting vertebrae without damaging the nerves  ( or attempting to ).   an experiment most would considering vile brought a smile to his lips  :  who wouldn’t call that monstrous ?   the end result did not matter to those who had to live it   —  nor did his reasoning.   it made perfect, logical sense,  and medic understood it in some way, yet ...

    —   ‘ you’re a monster. ’

    blue eyes shot their piercing, stern gaze towards the blu spy.  he had to admit, this man was no coward, speaking these words right in front of him.  that, he could respect.  but that did not tame his volatile nature.  a pause lingers as the medic sits perfectly still at his desk, fingertips pressed firmly against the cool wood of his desk.   “ a monster ? ”  he repeats, as if to make sure he heard that right.  tension grew, ludwig’s unstable state turning a lack of response frightening with ease.  perhaps if he were younger and less desensitized to peoples’ inevitable dislike of him,  would he become sorrowful  —  then, inevitably, enraged  :  but by now,  he’d heard it oh so many times.  it was mildly amusing in an incredibly grotesque manner.  suddenly, the medic relaxed, tension rolling off his shoulders as a breath left him.  “  hah.  and that is the worst you can think of ?  ”   it was almost an invitation.  almost.

[multimusement]

mmrcnry said;

“I never knew relationships were supposed to make you feel better about yourself.” //Blu to Dell!

“You. sound like you’ve not been dealt the best hand in life, then...” Dell muttered; a part of him wondered if it was sarcasm, or an embellishment... but a bigger part of him knew that he was being bitterly truthful.

“... Y’want a beer?”

[multimusement]

mmrcnry said;

“And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it, and said, ‘It’s perfume.’ And it was.” //From Soldier :^)

“... I’m shocked sometimes you can even read, Jane.” It wasn’t like warning labels would stop him, after all.