#stripedsniper

[gxngsterprince]

Seb and Reg Fanart done for @stripedsniper cause I HAD TO.

Look at it yall I’m so proud this took me all week but I love it so much <3

[aliasgareth]

@stripedsniper

“You have to shoot him so soon? I was going to ask him for directions.”

[zoodotir]

@stripedsniper

Contrary to popular belief, godlike types did feel pain. With a grim smile, he reached in, plucking out the hot metal from bloodied tissue. It was always unsettling to pick out debris from an open wound, to say nothing of the rapid closing of said wound. 

“--now that you’ve had your fun, who do I bill for the cleaner’s?”

[storyspinningspidcr]

@stripedsniper

There are few people in the world that get to see beneath the MASK of Jim Moriarty, those sparing moments where manic energy gives way to true frustration and at times even exhaustion. He is but a human afterall, at least in body if not in mind, and work does indeed take its toll. A soft sigh is huffed from his lips as he lets himself slump into the nearest chair, gaze flicking over to his sniper momentarily as if to assess the man before his eyes fall shut.

        ❝Don't get too comfortable, we have more work         to do today.❞

He mutters to the sniper, clearly not at all pleased at the prospect but work is important, it's all he has to clear some of the MONOTONY of existence and sometimes boring measures must be taken to keep that particular interest going.

[diissociating-blog]

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      there’s a SMALL PAUSE as oliver pats at his pockets, revealing a half squashed pack of cigarettes. he’s learned in the past few years to pick up smoking to help with his A N X I E T Y. however, when he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, he came out without a lighter and frowned. turning to the man next to him, oliver glanced up with a small smile and raised eyebrows in question. “ uh... d-dumb question-----w-would you have a light on ya p-per chance ?? ”

[blammoran]

Irreconcilability // Stripedsniper

        This whole situation was fucked.

    And Sebastian couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten himself into it. The last thing he remembered was setting up in that abandoned hotel, lining up his shot and then, nothing.

The next thing he knew, he was slumped against some alley wall. No doubt someone had coshed him in the back of the head, but while his rifle was gone, his SW9VE was still firmly in it’s holster, and he still had his knife as well. If someone had hit him to neutralise the danger, they certainly hadn’t done a very bloody good job of it. Perhaps they’d thought they killed him. Incompetents.

And so there he was, stalking down the streets of London in a foul mood, eager to retrieve his rifle and finish the job, else suffer his boss’ wrath and no small amount of personal embarrassment. He shoved a cigarette into his mouth, pausing in the action as he heard someone say his name.

His head swivelled around to the man, who seemed to be just passing through, and very clearly not even looking at him. Sebastian was a rare name to find out in the wild. He looked around for the poor bastard who got saddled with it.

Sebastian’s unlit cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth at the sight. Job and rifle forgotten, he strode quickly towards the other, before he could get away, “Oi!” He shouted, doing the only thing any reasonable, rational man would do in this situation, he threw a punch at his doppelgänger.

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[thesecondmost]

☠️ || starter call; @stripedsniper

“We need to stop going out for drinks at places with shitty drinks.” he wasn’t usually picky about the quality of things. Used to luxury? Sure. That didn’t mean he needed to live and breathe it. He could survive off cheap, off SHITTY. USUALLY, at least. That particular night, he was craving something a bit more than the offered cheap quality, expensive price.

        “Things are slow.” he stated plainly, looked off a bit and narrowed his gaze. Sometimes the jobs for their organization were plentiful. It seemed like no one was left without a hit, no one left around because of the great workload. Other times? He was left to wander, to WAIT. Stuck in some hellish purgatory between doing nothing and going after some influential politician or WHOEVER the highest bidder wanted him to take out. It was irritating to say the least.

[notimeforemotion-blog]

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