#redspook

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

"You being invisible doesn't sound like such a good thing."

“Well the only cons is that you can hear me and touch me, but the only pro I have is that you can’t see me.” A chuckle out of thin air. “Besides it’s only for three days. And three days of fun.”

[thebluincubus]

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Claude hadn’t even been able to get up off the ground before another shook his body. His gloved hands clutching at the ground and at himself as he tried to fish himself free so the fabric of his pants would no longer rub himself raw. Pain heavily mixing with pleasure as he finally manged to get his trousers loose. Only the smallest bit of anything leaving his body as he was starting to become spent. 

[dogf0odlid]

Bad thought of the day

You know, scorpion has no skele. So, how tell undead scorpo from live? What if army of no live scorpos and we not know?? (|||ﾟдﾟ)

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

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     It was in the early hours of the morning when Nero found himself sitting outside of the base, lounging against the wall and smoking like a chimney. His nightmares, although brief, were still haunting and had kept him up to the point it had even scared him out of the darkness of his bedroom. So here he was, sitting on the dirty floor and lighting what most have been his dozenth cigarette.

[sharpsuitsandknives-blog]

❤

((-hides face- ;w; thank you sweetie! You will be forever hugged even if you don’t like it because that makes me so happy to see you think I’m quality!!))

[boostbonkbam]

@redspook Lawrence clicked his tongue, "ain't you hot in that suit? How can ya work like that?" Lawrence was resting his cheek against the palm of his hand as his blue eyes scanned the spy's attire. How can someone run around in a suit and NOT get a heat stroke? Lawrence already peels off his sweater after wearing it for five minutes in the sun--but a SUIT. He might as well be dead!

[staboteur]

Modern AU (closed starter for @redspook)

@redspook

Based off of the picture I reblogged recently, in which Leo and René are roommates. 

It was René’s turn to cook this morning. Fortunately for him, he had long ago prepared for such an instance, having bought a cookbook and enough materials for the simplest of all the different recipes within said cookbook. Pancakes, to him, sounded the most delicious while at the same time, the simplest. Toast was out of the question, since that was mundane, and there was always the possibility he would forget about the toast and let the house burn down. Waffles were also out of the question, considering they lacked a wafflemaker, and he was definitely not going to buy premade waffles. That would make him even more of a disgrace to the culinary arts.

Having woken up about half an hour before his roommate, René headed for the kitchen. Everything was already in place, mostly, he just had to get them all out. The man began to put everything together, near constantly referring to the cookbook for fear of ruining it.

The final touches were being put in place when he felt someone lean over his shoulder, and a hand touch his backside.

“What is for breakfast, you handsome devil?” a voice murmured in René’s ear. He bristled a little, although he knew his roommate was joking (probably).

“You, if you do not remove your hand from my posterior.” 

[professionxl]

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Roxy stared at the spy, her gaze unwavering from under her aviators. 

She did actually have her reason for following him around; she wanted to see him mess something up, just for the opportunity to rub it in his face.

Unknown whether she’d been spotted already or not, which she assumed was a yes, anyway, Roxy stepped out of her hiding spot, jogging to his side, “Ello.”