#ask purpled and blued

[welcome-to-fazfucks]

💔💖🐰🎤📣

💔 - The Bite of ‘83 doesn’t happen in the AU, nor does Mike get bitten in this. The Bite of ‘87 victim is a certain individual named Pierre Blu. 💖 - The notable ones: Vince and Phone Guy are probably on the verge of dating. Mike and New Guy share a sibling-like bond and are found family.

🐰 - The FNaF 3 guard is most likely simultaneously Mike and New Guy, whether they share the same shift or take turns. Phone Dude is a Freddy’s obsessed fanboy who would later create Fazbear's Fright in 2003. Generally considered obnoxious (atleast by a certain little schmidt).

🎤 - Honestly, both Vinny and Joel Vinesauce sometimes switch for good candidates for Mike’s voice lmao. JJ’s voice from FNaF World would also work too tbh.

📣 - I don’t know if this technically counts as a character theme song, but The Mind Electric has been occupying my mind recently for fitting New Guy, even getting an animatic in my head lmao.

[sargetblu]

The red soldier is getting/is married. He is probably planning on making a child army, to defeat the Blues! How ever will thee recover?

-🟪🟪

NO STRONG AMERICAN SOLDIER COULD BE DEFEATED BY CHILDREN!

OF COURSE THE ENEMY SOLDIER WOULD WANT A CHILD ARMY! HE IS NOT A TRUE PATRIOT!

[vinciwolf]

Three Is a Magic Number

Recom!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Reader x Recom!Lyle Wainfleet

Warnings: SMUT, NSFT, THREESOME, sex, voyeurism, general cussing, blowjob, piv, anal, dom/sub, tail pulling, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, reader is female, Jesus take the whole ass car

Tags: @justasimps-blog​ @whxre-bxby​ @atwow69​ @nanamislut321​ @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed​ @mechformers​ @luciddasher​

Being a newly awoken Recom, it wasn’t your intent when you caught the attention of the two fiercest Marines in the Deja Blu team. Whenever you would notice Quaritch side eyeing your figure from across the room, you hadn’t seen the other pair of eyes that equally shared that hint of yearning for your consideration. It wasn’t a competition to see who would get into your pants the fastest, neither Miles or Lyle knew that they BOTH had an infatuation with the same person.

However, it was Miles who approached you first. And first come, first serve.

Downtime was fleeting between missions, but he found a way to hint the obvious attraction he had for you. There would be a brisk tap on your elbow to make space for him at the briefing table, or your favorite, the gentle snatch of your tail when the two of you passed each other alone in the hallway. It was subtle… to keep suspicions from festering. Touch was hard when others were around but exhilarating when eyes could not see or hear.

The shower was your favorite spot for that.

"Ah, ah, AH!" you panted while being driven against the shower floor, legs hoisted up by Miles' tight grip as he quickly speared himself into you, the splatter of water coming from the showerhead the only other noise to be heard in this secret alone time. Or so you two thought was ‘alone.’

There, standing a few stalls down, Wainfleet had been fisting himself roughly to the sounds of your echoing whines, the butt of his fangs driving ever deeper into his bottom lip to muffle his arousal. Jealously wasn’t in his wheel of emotions, but he was a little disappointed that his superior had wooed you so easily when it was difficult for him to open up around you. Over time, he embraced the fact that he would have to admire you from afar, even if that meant also hearing Miles seethe and growl on top of you when plowing your lovely pussy that sounded so divine with the wet noises it emitted. Pressing a thumb into the head of his length, he ejaculated into the drainage, a hand bracing on the tile wall as he came hard.

A few days had gone by and you were jogging along the perimeter of Bridgehead with Z-dog and Walker, still heating up in the cheeks as your mind was occupied by the shower incident. If only these two women new that you had been fucking their superior and having constant horny thoughts about the image of his cock. Did they know what it looked like? How good he sounded whenever you kissed the tip before devouring it whole with your tiny mouth. Another wave of blissful shame deepened the color of your face when Z-dog asked you what had gotten you biting your lip. You hadn’t realized that your daydreaming expressed itself so shamelessly in front of her and Walker.

“Oh, just thinking~” you went along, waving her off.

Then the jog came to a standstill.

“Yeah? Thinking about someone?” her tone was playfully curious, egging you to go on.

“Thinking about Wainfleet?” Walker smiled, teasing.

“Oh, my goodness! It happened! You two finally fucked!” Z-dog chimed excitingly.

If your cheeks were a deep lavender, they sunk even farther down into the dark tones of purple at this point while the two Recoms joked about your love life, only to your shock that they got the wrong person mixed up with Miles.

“Oh, god, we broke her, Z!” Walker laughed.

“No, no, we didn’t fuck! You got—” you paused yourself from blurting out ‘you got the wrong person’ like an idiot. “You got it all wrong!”

“What’s there to get wrong?” the tattooed one exclaimed puzzled. “Do you see the way he looks at you? If y’all haven’t fucked already, I’d be surprised because that man is in love.”

This was all a little overwhelming and sudden to hear. It took everything not to run as you quizzed and reflected on the two Recoms’ indirect confession for Lyle. Had you really been that stiff not notice his movements or his gaze that screamed his heart wanting you to notice him. This pissed you off that you were so entangled with the Colonel that you didn’t realize the other affectionate Marine in front of you this whole damn time.

“Anyway, let’s finish,” Z-dog said to then hop into a run as Walker followed suit.

Not a moment longer, you joined them from behind, mind still in thought at how Lyle liked you from afar. Your chest ached with guilt when you thought maybe he knew and didn’t confess because he understood you had been heels to Jesus for another man, more specifically his closest friend.

~

After completing your run, drenched in sweat, you headed to your private shower in your room. The sports bra you flung to the floor make a smack as you undressed and turned over the handle to splash your face with hot water, hands scrubbing your body furiously as you were still tossing over what the two Recoms had said earlier. It made you angry, sad, and anxious, fogging your mind up trying to figure out when Lyle had started acting differently, and if you DID notice but never paid proper attention. This more your mind fell down the rabbit hole, the more you understood, and the more you found yourself falling little by little for the poor Corporal. Had you had feelings for him all along and not realized? He was handsome and nice to be around, always cracking jokes. Maybe you could love him eventually just like you had with Miles.

There was a click to your room door as it slowly slid open, unbeknownst to your riled up mind occupied by washing away the day and your anxiety. Once you were clean, you dried yourself off, still wiping the backside of your ear, and stepped into your empty room, only to halt when your eyes landed on Miles and Lyle filling the tiny space, towel slowly inching down to try and cover your naked tits and privates, cheeks flushing hot. Your tail curled at the sight of them. They were away on a mission but guessing they are here with you in your quarters, alone, as you were naked, you guessed the mission was a success. Nonetheless, your body reacted, mouth swallowing deeply, as the two Marines were in their basics. Lyle had his cargo pants and not a single article covering his topside making your heart jump at how toned he was, a V of muscles disappearing into his beltline. Miles had a tank top on, big arms braced on the hip, and pants hugging his tight waist just right that had your folds excited, almost making you forget that you were naked and vulnerable.

“We had a talk,” Miles gravelly voice filled the room.

That was all that was said before Lyle stepped forward, took your face, and kissed you, tongue shoving deep into your mouth, your towel falling from your hands as your mind soared. His tongue was needy and coached yours around his in a fiery dance that had your hands trembling as they wrapped around his neck before your knees could give out.

It definitely wasn’t your plan to fall for one of the top agents on the Deja Blu team, let alone having his second in command fall for you as well. But nevertheless, here you were, on your knees, cock stuffed balls deep in your mouth while nipples were pinched and tugged from the Colonel at your back.

"Fuck, Boss, her mouth does feel amazing~"

Eyes blurry, it would be an understatement if it was said that the tears begging to spill down your overheated face were hard to suppress considering you were choking happily on the length that passed itself in and out your mouth with glee from the Corporal who groaned at the sight of your face around his manhood. Feeling a tear about to fall, you scrunched your eyes and pleaded that it would stay inside your eyeball. Lyle helped you with a thumb swiping the ball of your cheek to keep that pretty face clean of any wetness that wasn't from him, like the mixture of semen and drool leaking from your swollen lips as you delightfully whimpered sucking him up. Then a hand landed a harsh blow to the soft flesh of your ass, already angry and burning from previous disciplinary swipes to your rear whenever you allowed a drop to shed. It took many hits, but you learned, leaving your one cheek painful and aching.

Wetness pooled onto the huge, bare thigh that sat beneath your rear, pussy clenching around nothing, when you began to imagine the Corporal’s cock in your mouth inside your folds instead as, feeling the hips near your face sputter, you knew he was about to cum any minute.

“Not yet,” Miles commanded before popping you off his cock, a string of saliva dangling between your mouth and the tip. “It feels better when you’re inside her.”

Lyle tsked trying to prevent his cock from jutting his excitement on your face. He wanted to save that for later, for you, but it was hard when he took in the sloppy mess you were on his superior’s leg on the floor, as the bed was too small for three to share. Pink flashed over his bottom lip from the neediness you displayed. Wanting to give you everything, he slouched to your position onto his knees, cock still straight and weeping, wiped your face with his fingers, then embraced your lips into another breathy kiss causing you to mewl into him as he dragged his tongue around the edge of your mouth.

Being pulled into the Corporal’s lap, nothing could prepare your mind before you felt his hardness nudge against your clit as it sat upright between the small space of your legs wrapped around the body in front of you. Heat swelled your face, hands bracing his chest, as you melted further into his body edging you closer to him, hands raking down the tenderness of your backside. It was lengthy and squished into your mound that made your head dizzy. You wanted him inside you so bad, voice in your throat needy trying to get more from the Marine with every swab of your tongue along his. He rumbled out his chest and indented your skin in response, but the Colonel started to speak from behind, eyes dark and blown out from your squirming form.

“Being such a good girl, imma prep you first,” the Colonel said. “He’s gonna be big for that tight hole….” Then he chuckled. “I would know. He’s actually a good lover.”

Breaking away, your heavy lids blinked slowly at the thought of Miles and Lyle fucking in the woods while away on their previous assignment. The Recom at your front smirked.

“Oh, yeah, babygirl, we exchanged boners while away.”

At that, the world tilted until you were horizontal with the ground from Lyle leaning back onto the cool floor taking you with him, your arms folded under your breasts and over his chest to support yourself, tongue continuing to lap and travel the expanse of your mouth through the quick change in position. Then a light cry fled your lungs when the base of your tail was used to hoist your rear into the air under your knees.

Miles’ eyes grew hungry when he spread your cheeks and found the mess that leaked from your folds. It was everywhere between your thighs and covered a good portion of your plush crack making for a perfect entrance as his two long fingers played with it before sliding into your cunt in a single push. You didn’t resist, tilting yourself into his fingers that pumped you full, whining from the overwhelming emotions their passage going in and out of your slit gave. It was addicting having your like this in such an obedient angle, taking him without much complaint and eager for him to make the most of your body. Your voice got higher when his fingers plunged you nearer to falling off Lyle, the Corporal’s fingers interlocking with yours as you rocked yourself on top of him to completion. Only when you calmed down, the pads of the Colonel fingers helping you through your spell of pleasure, did he exit, listening to you below panting into Lyle’s chest. Cum covered his digits to then be cleaned off with the hard suck of his lips. Now he was painfully stiff and in need of a release himself.

“I’d say she’s ready for you, Wainfleet,” his Boss grinned at him.

For so long, his hand was his only pathway to quell his needs. There were days when he’d desperately try to replace his palm with what he’d imagine your walls accepting him in from tip to base would feel like. Now that Lyle had you, he was nervous, yet excitement drew him to you. Curiosity led him to scoop you up in his arms to then gently place you on the floor with your ass facing his hips, hands trembling when he took your waist. No number of mental fantasies could prepare him for the moment the mushroomed tip of his cock passed your folds and descended into a warm, velvety bliss that had his eyes rolling backwards.

You took him with a drawn-out moan, nails scraping the hard floor as the shaft stretched you a bit and carried you to the burning edge. He was so long and heavy and took his time filling the void until you could feel his sack brush your clit. There was a pause as the Recom savored this moment. You enjoyed the sensation of him settled inside you and figured quickly that he’d also want to appreciate this for a few seconds. It was your first time with him, causing a deep blush to spread into your features as your nose nudged the floor in your attempt to hide your delight. Then the cock moved having you see stars.

Lyle watched where you were joined and ate with his eyes how you hugged him and sucked him in with every thrust. Each buck got him groaning with the way you clenched and grabbed him so tightly and it had his brain thinking of nothing but having his cum deep inside you. After not too long, the Recom’s body flushed itself skin to skin with your backside, his cheek pressing near yours as he panted into your ear sending bursts of arousal through your core. He was quick and desperate, ramming your cunt with everything he had. Your head was blistering with your heart taking flight while your mind was altered by the large shaft hitting just the right angle.

“F-fuck-right there-don’t stop-don’t stop!” you begged.

Miles gripped just below the fuzzy tip of his subordinate’s tail and yanked it, getting from him a husky grunt. The puckered hole of his ass needed some stretching first, so the Colonel gathered some of the slick that was spilling from your stuffed folds to hastily prep the Corporal. If the throaty and rough sounds blowing into the shell of your ear were low, they got deeper as Lyle took his superior’s cock with one push. Still holding onto the tail that tried to flick in his grasp, Miles pounded into the Recom at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re still tight for someone who took my girth in the woods.”

The air was filled with the lewd sounds of bodies fucking each other and heavy panting. Your face dripped with sweat with a hint of a smile tugging at the edge of your mouth as your face was smushed against Lyle’s who bated hotly into your cheek, both your faces flushed with a deep cobalt. Your hand had stretched out to pillow your head instead of on the floor to which gave the Corporal space to bend his arm underneath your armpit and curl himself nearer to you in this heated mess. His other arm snaked around your stomach and prodded your hardened clit, egging a sweet whine to flow from your mouth which had him frantically circling an orgasm out of you for the second time. You never knew your day would end up like this – in the thralls with two of the deadliest RDA personnel, but you couldn’t be happier. The air was thick and warm and nothing but the sway and coupling of these three bodies could be heard in your ears. You wanted to be used, you wanted Lyle to ruin you.

“I’m-I’m close-fuck I’m close-where!?” he blushed deeply as he whimpered beside you.

“Inside,” you breathed.

Miles rutted faster as he came unglued and spilled himself with a shameless howl.

Lyle couldn’t hold himself any longer and shot his release into your walls making you cry. His cum felt amazing while it pulsated and filled you to the brim, some flooding out and down your clenched stomach.

After that, you slumped, limbs weak, feeling amazing. The Colonel pulled out first and sat on your bed with a satisfied sigh. The Recom on top of you pushed himself up and delicately pried his cock from your relaxed cunt, having enough strength to take you into his arms and place you on the bed with Miles as the two went to work cleaning you up. It was a shame thought Lyle, having to wipe up his cum from your beautifully glistening lips. He would’ve preferred to stuff it back in, but he knew he’d be back to fill up that pretty pussy again.

That night, after you gave the two Recoms goodbye kisses, you had the best sleep of your life.

~

Jogging ahead of Z-dog and Walker, this was the first time in weeks that you had outpaced the two in a run. The tattooed Recom looked over too her friend and they both shared a look of oddity, the muscular one bunching her shoulders up to indicate that she didn’t know why you were acting so spunky today.

Knowing that they most definitely noticed your good mood today, a grin spread across your features. This time, they didn’t mix up any facts. You were happy, but little did they know that the source of that joy came from the cum stuffed panties beneath your sweatpants, courtesy of Miles and Lyle who fucked you that morning ‘til both their seed dripped out your cunt.

[blu-sc0ut-rul3z]

I am!! Doc said to after I got sick once from too much bonk, so..yea I actually ended up listenin' to him for once!

But hi ma!!!

GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS I GOT THE IDEA TO MAKE LITTLE PAPER STARS AND AND LIKE UH I FUVKHIJN GOT A WMPTY BONK CAN THAT I CLEANED OUT, AND THEN I MAD ELIKE 50 TINY PAPER STARS AND PUT THEM IN THE CAN SO NOW WHEN I TIP IT IT PUTS OUT LITTLE STARS!!!!!

[conductor-on-grn]

*taps intercom mic like he's hosting a ted talk*

attention all scouts! (yes, you!)

i'm cordially inviting you all to the Sconvention, a reasonably sized gathering where all you Scouts can muck about and beat each other up and whatnot

[no i don't know how exactly we're executing this! probably just reblog this post with your yellings!]

one might ask why i, a non-Scout, am hosting this; and to that i say i.... actually have no idea. most likely my comrade-in-arms @purple-scout-tf2 will ACTUALLY host??? i'm just the publicity guy (and also the only guy around with radio connections to you lot)

anyways, go buck wild. go crazy. something something i'll be here all night

tags below vvv

@scouts-cosplays @orange-scout-tf2 @yellow-scout-tf2 @green-scout-tf2 @the-blu-bonker @purple-scout-tf2 @thepinkscout @white-team-scout @black-scout @scoutbot-asks @zombiescout-lmao

here are all the scouts i remembered, feel free to tag more of them ^^

[oatmealkitty]

We got a bit uhhh carried away with this one oops-

@Fox and the Bunni, Raccoon and the Goat (us lmao)

Poncho and Squeaker (and the angry bunni being hunted by a fox) @ask-dcf & @theyoshimister

Bunni and Goat Charisk (Still need to make names for UW Chara and Frisk hmmm...) @susartwork

To explain some things:

-Fox uses kitsune illusion magic on Frisky to make him Bunni. Luci can turn into a goat herself using her own magic bc vampire/demon

-He likes bunnies

-When cold he turns silver and loses fire magic (if human form, this change is signified by blu hoodie). Also his fire and any magic he casts is purple.

-Luci can make plants but roses literally kill her bc vampire. But SOMEONE likes roses so she made one anyway.

-In Duotale, Cinnabuns give you ears and tail which is how Squeaker has them

-Yes Luci can play piano. I would've added a little cover of the song but my grandma never leaves her room so :'3 Also Frisky likes wearing real fur hence the song in the first place lol

-MARGE KRUMP

☆~~~~~☆~~~~~☆

If you like our little arts that we do, you can always follow @oatmealkitty for more content, yes UT/DR included! To send any asks or read the main comic, you can check out @ask-duotale-b2fc uwu. Also, dont forget, here on tumblr a reblog is highly appreciated! ♡

[plooto]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⊳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

synopsis . colonel miles quaritch—respected, feared, a machine . now, only bluer and younger the recom was near perfect. that is, until he catches the scent of a younger, field trained scientist. a distraction..but maybe that’s just what this programed machine needs.

words . 3.3k

notes . bts requests are open ! i’ll be adding some stuff too, so don’t be shy to ask <3 . lol accidentally posted this today instead of the 12th 🤧

arriving back at the base, you and the colonel don’t say a word about what previously happened. however it was all you could think about..

something catches your attention from the corner of your eye, legs wobbling as you take a look.

“ oh shit. ” you mumble, looking at your connected queues. your eyes widen and your ears pin pack against your head. a chill runs up your spine and you look up to miles, who was still looking down at you.

“ would you pay attention? ” he blinks, looking away from you to where you eyes were previously. his heart races as his eyes narrow at the connection. you gently pull your queues apart, tugging your pants back up and stepping past him as you try to not look down at his length at half mass. he on the other hand, did not look away from you, his hands moving on their own to tuck himself into his pants.

�� hope y’don’t expect- ”

“ i already forgot it. come, we’re behind schedule.. ”

you shook your head, ears pinning against your head as you think of your words. lying wasn’t something you did often, more often than not you told the truth. making your way into the science lab, you haded the samples to the researcher, earring praises for how much you gathered. you smiled with appreciation. you stepped back out of the lab, walking yourself to your quarters to put on clean clothes to start your research, you hadn’t made it very far when you were captured in a headlock.

“ gross! why d’you reek like… ” she pulled your head closer to hers, sniffing you “ quaritch? ” your face flushes a deep purple.

“ i just got back from that mission with him, remember? ” it wasn’t a lie, just..not the whole truth, zee released you from her hold,

“ whatever, hey, the other recoms and i are meeting up later to have some drinks, wanna join? ” your eyes shifted as you thought,

“ yeah sure, as soon as i finish my shift i’ll head over there. ” zee gave you a smile, chewing her gum as she turned to walk away from you, but not before she leaned back over,

“ ‘n don’t think i didn’t notice your tail when i brought up the colonel ” you slapped her arm, giving her a push in her direction. a laugh erupted from her as she waved goodbye. you drug your hand down your face, hoping to rid it of some of the heat.

what a day. you thought, entering your room, you stripped taking a shower, an attempt to wash his scent off and out of you.

making it back to the lab, your tan of thought briefly slipped as you were having one of the nurses draw your blood as a sample, tail swishing as your mind backtracked to the exchange with the colonel. he was so large..and strong. your face broke out in a blush as you still felt his large five fingered hand imprinted into your back, a chill running up your spine.

“ and, i’m all done. here you go. ” i thank the staff, thanking eywa she did not notice your flushed face or the blush that stained it. you went back to your station, arm shifting uncomfortably from the makeshift bandage placed on it.

by the end of the day, you were near beat. doing a field run, and having to run around the lab, your knees were wobbly as if they weren’t before. you stretched, hanging your lab coat and making your way to your room to change and heading out to meet with zee and the rest of the deja blu team.

approaching the door you heard cheers. you smiled at the sound of them enjoying themselves, your eyes landed on the source of the commotion—your best friend taking a rather large shot. the recoms around her cheered, slapping their hands together aggressively. another recom was the first to notice you, he stood up, making his way to you.

“ yer zdog’s friend right? corporal wainfleet ” he extends his hand to you. you look up on him, placing your hand in his much larger one. a grin appears on his face, a grin you didn’t notice. a yelp left your lips as he tugged you, lifting you into the air.

“ the scientist has arrived! ” you freeze curled up like a kitten, suspended in the air by lyle’s hands. zee turns her head, holding her now empty glass up to you, happy cheers leaving her lips. lyle shakes he laughs, pulling you back down to the ground.

“ thank you..do not do that again.. ” i say, looking up at him awkwardly. realizing his hands are still on my waist, i take a step out of his hold, making my way to zee without waiting for a response.

“ here, drink ” i grimace, shaking my head as i push the glass away from me.

“ no, i- i really shouldn’t- ” you heard boos, a presence behind you,

“ don’ tell me. y’ve all that bite ‘n y’don’t drink? ” you tail swishes, realizing who is behind you—quaritch. colonel miles quaritch. you don’t respond or move for another moment, the colonel behind you smirks, hand reaching to grasp your tail. you spin around, holding your tail in your hands, a half hearted glare at him as a blush coats your cheeks as you remembered the last time he gripped your tail crossed your mind.

pressed up against the tree, his hand wanders lower for a brief second, his large hand wrapping around your tail as he pushed into you.

you blink, locking eyes with the colonel, a playful smirk on his lips. your brows pull together, bordering confusion.

“ ow! don’ tell me boss’as gotten himself a girlfriend.. ” you didn’t hear anything—neither of you did—too busy in a silent stare down. the two of you just continued looking at each other, unspoken tension rising.

“ i’ll have a little drink, zee ” it wasn’t peer pressure, no. you just figured a little buzz would get you off edge around miles. drink placed in your small hand, you threw your head back, grimacing at the sting in your throat. you stick your tongue out, momentarily forgetting the stare down with the colonel.

“ what the heck was that.. ” you kept your grimace, the burning of the alcohol settling in your throat. the colonel watched you as you chat with your friend, eyes narrowing as you turned away from him. retreating to his wall, he crossed his arms, watching as you mingle with his squad. with a chair pulled up next to zee, she leans over

“ sooo, y’wanna tell me why you smelled like the colonel earlier? ” you face flushed as she nudged you

“ oh um, no ” you mumbled, voice unsure and wavering. you looked around, trying to get her eyes off of you, your eyes landing on the colonel in question once again, you try to hide the blush that coated your cheeks, failing miserably. before you were questioned, you blame it on the alcohol, which it probably was contributing to it, your brain becoming fuzzier by the minute.

the colonel on the wall behind you smirked at your tinted cheeks. even if you did work with those pathetic science pukes, you weren’t so bad. you giggled at mansk, sure he was quieter than the others, but you thought he was funny in your tipsy state. he leaned towards you, whispering something else, your face showed shock. from where miles was standing, he couldn’t hear what mansk had whispered to you, but he was watching. the way your face lit up with every emotion had him in one mean chokehold—one that he hadn’t been in since his teenage years. you stood up, tugging on zee’s arm,

“ i’m going to turn in, ‘ve got work early tomorrow.. ” zee nodded, uncoordinatedly running her fingers though your hair, you have her an upset pout, one that had no real malice, before waving bye.

that was the last time the colonel seen you. the pout you gave him when you felt his thoughts, how pretty your golden orbs looked when you were glaring at him—what the fuck? miles shook his head, pushing the thoughts of you that ran through his mind to the side. that stupid slip up was really starting to take an effect on him. if only he hadn’t kissed you right then, he wouldn’t be in this mess now.

meanwhile, in the lab you were lost in thought as you patiently waited for your results to finish. you pressed a finger to your lips, it has been days, yet you can still feel the warmth of his lips on yours..gah! that kiss was the reason you two were now a ‘mated pair.’ your mind continued to wonder, tail swishing happily as you thought of miles. you pursed your lips, pressing a finger to your chin. you two were a mated pair now..we haven’t explored that with recoms..you shook your head.

no! you would die before you let anyone know that your kuru joined with the colonel’s. you cursed, taking the data and plugging it in. you smiled, the data matching your hypothesis was the only thing you needed. your research for today was complete—doesn’t mean you weren’t going to try and give yourself a day off. you pulled up other data you wanted to work on, pulling your hair back in a messy bun, you began to work.

“ l’n, a moment. ” your head slowly lifted from the small screen in front of you too look up at the general. you groaned internally, knowing she wanted to send you out again. you stood up from your chair, walking over to the general and stepping outside the lab with her. you didn’t bother kneeling down this time, wanting to make this conversation short and cordial.

“ the deja blu squad is down a member. we need you to fill their spot. ” your eyes widened, an excuse on why you absolutely couldn’t bubbling in your throat. “ you’re already field trained, l’n. you are the best candidate we have. you fly out with the squad in two days. ” you nodded once, giving her a salute you returned to your work, sinking deeper into your swivel chair as you worked.

looks like you weren’t getting that day off..

the days leading up to the mission were a blur. you didn’t sleep well, finding yourself up at night, pillow case wet as you felt the effects of not being near your mate. your mate. you scoffed, you pulled yourself to sit up in bed, looking at the clock. 0400. you groaned, at this rate, you’ll never get any sleep. you forced your body to move, putting on a pair of cargo shorts and a short sleeved tee. entering the desolate hallway, you made your way to the armory. testing if the vest fit, and the gun wasn’t too big for your arms. it did not fit, nor did the gun fit well. you cursed in na’vi, looking around and finding a belt with the same pockets or compartments the vest did. twisting and turning, you did what you could to make sure that the belt you had on didn’t shift or give way while you were out.

hyper fixated on the belt, you didn’t pay attention to the hiss of the door opening behind you. the colonel watched as you shimmied, observing your movements with a faint grin on his face.

“ think y’got it on tight enough, cupcake? ” you turned quickly, looking up at the colonel with startled eyes. he holds his hands up, “ d’nt mean to frighten ya, ” he admits, his way of apologizing you learned. you nodded once, turning back to make sure your pockets were filled, extra magazines and whatever else you thought was needed. the colonel stepped closer to you, gently swatting at your hand when you reached to grab the gun that was too large for you. you looked back at him, expression filled with confusion and irritation. he pointed to the other side of the room, a smaller but effective gun on the display. you put the magazines back, walking over to the gun he pointed at. you fiddled with it, looking at it confused. you knew how guns worked, sure but this one was a piece of work.

“ christ, and they said you were field trained. ” he pulled the gun out of your grasp, leaning down to explain to you the fundamentals before handing it back to you.

“ got it, princess? ” you lifted your eyes from the gun to meet with his. you blinked, a blush coating your cheeks. he was only a hair away from you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, your tail behind you swishing with content, you body realizing your mate is near. your eyes flickered to his lips, your breath hitching as you look back up at him, his pupils blown. you blink, your heart pounding in your chest and using your head as a speaker.

quaritch was feeling the same. he leaned closer, his subconscious missing the feel of your body against his. his lips pressed against yours, melting together in a slow kiss. you internally mewled, the strain of not being near your mate washing away in an instant. his hand fits, resting on your nape to pull you in closer. gun long forgotten as he pushes you against the rack, the items inside shaking. he pulled away, only for a moment before kissing you with more urgency than before. your hands lifted, running along the expanse of his chest. the door hissed open again, this time you did hear it. against the want of his body, the colonel pulled away, pressing a finger to your chest, making up some bs reason for you to be that close.

“ don’ getcha ‘self killed. ” you watched him as he walked away, your chest heaving. your eyes danced over to the person who walked through the door—wainfleet. you swallowed, nodding once before pulling on the gun stray, tightening it comfortably.

“ need a hand? ” you didn’t shake your had soon enough, wainfleet already walking over to you, leaning over you to pull the straps tighter. you purse your lips, feeling tiny next to him. “ how’s that? ” you nod, not looking up at him. his hand resting on your shoulder drew your attention, doe eyes finally looking up at him,

“ don’t worry your pretty head about the colonel, he gets off on giving people a hard time. shoulda seen him with the new recruits.. ” you give him a small smile,

“ thanks.. ” you mumble, receiving a nod from the corporal.

soon, the rest of the recoms fill the room, gearing to go on the expedition. you ignore miles’ gaze when you all walk out to the chopper. awkwardly stepping on board, you tucked yourself into a corner, being the smallest so you were out of the way.

“ pinky, up here, that’s mansk’s spot. ” you don’t bother showing your irritation, you just. get up, mansk taking his spot on the chopper while you took the spot behind colonel, the one beside him belonging to zee. as the bird fits off the ground, you hold onto one of the bars, waiting for it to get into the heart of pandora. your eyes begin to droop, but just as fatigue was about to embrace you, the smell of pandora’s untainted air hits your nose.

you keep your eye closed as you breathe in it’s smell, welcoming it with open arms as you sigh in content. but what you didn’t notice, was the colonel’s tail wrapping itself around yours. your eyes are fixated on pandora, leaning yourself out of the chopper, hand still gripping the bar as you leaned out, nowhere near tall enough to hit your head. your tails unwrapped, but you didn’t notice, too enthralled of the pure beauty that came with this planet. the chopper touched down, and you jump out immediately, but standing still to look at the sky—pink with pandora’s moons foating just beyond its reach, you smile. a smile of pure bliss and serene happiness.

“ pinky, get here. ” you were snapped out of your daze, falling in beside colonel as he starts briefing on the mission.

“ we spread out in twos, we meet back here before eclipse and we do the same tomorrow. ” you shouldn’t have spaced out while he was assigning buddies, but you did anyways. you blink a few times, brows pulling together in confusion. did he call you pinky?

“ christ- hey! how many times i gotta tell ya getcha head out cha ass? ” his hand grips on the back of your neck, fingers resting on the sides. your heart beats so hard and so fast you were sure he felt it in his fingers. you swallow the lump in your throat before replying,

“ so-sorry sir. ” he gives you cocky smile, pushing you in front of him.

“ y’r with me, wont have you getting anyone on my squad killed. ” your ears fatten against your head at his comment, but you walk anyway. you don’t really pay him any attention, your body knows to follow him, so it does, but you were lost in thought, your mind drifting from the sight of pandora, to his thighs—so thick, and strong..

“ like whatcha see? ” your eyes snap up to his, a blush staining your blue cheeks before you look away. “ oh, don’ look away now, cupcake. where’s that fire from this mornin’? ” your blush deepens, but you recover quickly, spitting back a response,

“ what is this- this game you’re playing, colonel? is it fun to you? ” you drop the gun, letting it hang around your shoulders as you flail your arms out, eyes narrowing as him. miles blinks, taken aback from your outburst. his ears flatten against his head, realizing he just might’ve offended you.

“ no, ‘m not playing any game, ” the hell’re you on? he wanted to add, his resolve crumbling as he looks at you longer. “ you drive me crazy, ‘kay? since that braid thing that happened y’re all in my mind, distractin’ me n shit. ” you blink at him, shocked. he steps towards you, but you don’t back up, you let him approach you, craning your head to look up at him. he raises his hand, cupping the side of your head, fingers brushing the base of your queue.

“ q- quaritch.. ” you mumble, voice trying to show restraint, but your body reacts the opposite way, leaning into his touch.

“ miles. ” he corrects you, tilting your head to look up at him.

“ miles, we shouldn’t.. you are the colonel, i- we’re- we’re not compatible, ” his ears flatten,

“ this int for everyone. this is you n me, cupcake. ” he pauses for a moment, his other hand resting on the other side of your face, forcing your eyes to truly lock with his. “ j’st us. ” you blink up at him, small hands coming to rest on his wrists. mumbling words in na’vi he didn’t understand. you wanted to fight this, this pull, you couldn’t, you nodded, gripping his wrists the slightest bit tighter. his ears lift from his head, relieved. miles pulls you in for a short but rough kiss. without anyone to interrupt him this time, he pulled you closer. moving the guns out of the way, his hands move from your face, hooking under your thighs, and lifting you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his thin waist. he. pulls you as flush as he can against him, tilting his head to trail hot kisses down your neck. his fangs drag across where he felt your pulse, daring to sink into the soft flesh.

“ wait- don’t. it’ll bruise, ” his eyes close, resting his big head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.

“ alright. ” he sets you back down on the ground, but his hands didn’t leave you, one hand making it’s way to rest just above your ass, ring finger and middle finger brushing the base of your tail. “ c’mon, princess. ” he nudges you in front of him, fingers dragging down the length of your tail as he watches you walk.

published . october 12 10 , 2023

[ylw-scout-tf2]

Opinon on the different team Scouts?

Oh, the others? Yeah, they're alright

The PRP Scout is cool and drinks alcoholic BONK! but the only thing I care about is that he has boy problems

The ORG Scout is one of the guys I could really relate to. I'm not telling ya why

GRN Scout is never around much, but he has good jokes up his sleeves!

The ScoutBot is on repair right now, dunno how's he doing. Maybe BLU Scout with 'im..

The RED Scout is still a s cocky as always, but he shares his BONK! so I guess I could give him that

(Tagging the scouts mentioned: @purple-scout-tf2 @green-scout-tf2 @scoutbot-asks @scouts-cosplays (basically the red scout I know) and I don't remember the BLU Scout)

[shephardofthedamned]

Lime green isn't always bad

“Green? Yer sure, Rookie?” Demo held up the hair dye to his face, squinting his one eye at the label.

You grinned, “Of course I’m sure, Tav! It’s not blue, so I won’t get in trouble. And it’s something new to red!”

“But lime green, lad?” Demo met your grin with one of his own, tossing the box over to you.

“It’s stylish, Tav!” You argued, pulling the box open with your teeth. You threw the contents of the box onto the bed, picking through the content to find the gloves.

“And yer doing this cause…” Demo drifted off, taking a sip of his lemonade. He grabbed one half of the pair of gloves, slipping it onto his dominant hand.

“Cause I’m not ‘noticeable enough’ on the battlefield,” You huff, pulling the other glove on, “Cause apparently it’s so hard to just heal all the moving red bits during battle.”

Demo grabbed the packet of hair dye & ripped it open with his teeth, squeezing it into a bowl, “Ye know him, lad. Doc’s too busy pocketing Heavy.” A spot of hair dye fell onto his moustache, unbeknownst to either him or you. You sat with your shirt off, short hair already bleached once. The bed would be a mess afterwards, you both knew, but Mann Co. didn’t pay you to clean the sheets. If anyone asked, Medic still had some bleach left in the infirmary.

“Out of all the ways tae make yerself more noticeable, why hair dye?” Demo applied the first gloop of purple hair dye. It immediately started soaking into your hair, & would probably leave your scalp green for days after.

“Pyro gave me the idea, actually. They were putting charcoal in Soldier’s hair while he was sleeping, & he went from a blond to a brunet like that,” You snap your fingers, & then have Demo grab your chin to stop you from moving more, “Unfortunately, the effects of being blond will stay with Solly forever.”

Demo snorts, “Ah, poor lad. Last I heard, doc’s tryin’ tae figure out a way to undo the lead poisoning. It’s going about as well as expected.” The applicator brush made a last few passes over your head, before it was tossed towards the bin. It flew out the window, instead, & a moment later a very grumpy, Sniper-like yell was heard from outside.

You wince, turning to Demo, “You meant that to happen?”

Demo chuckled nervously, “I definitely did, laddie.” The one glove was dropped into the bowl, & the bowl was dropped onto the table, as far away from the window as it was physically possible. You, with your head full of spiked up, purple hair, nudged Demo in the side, then smooched him on the cheek.

“Damn, we better barricade the door. Sniper’s gonna be here real soon.”

“If he says anythin’, we jus’ lie & say Scout did it.” Demo laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Right, & we blame the pipsqueak for my weird hair as well!” You laughed.

“And if the BLUs say anythin’, lad, about hair dye bein’ fer girls or whatever, ye jus’ tell me,” Demo chuckled darkly, “I’ve been dying tae try out this new bomb type.”

You grin back, matching his dark chuckle, “Now I want them to insult me, just to watch you being all handsome & violent.”

“Ye got it, lad.”

“Hehe, did you just try to wink at me?”

“Maybe…”

“Hehe, oh my god, Tav. You're ridiculous!”

“Come on, Rookie!”

[la-imp]

Paint me like one of your Blu Boys - Part I.

Lyle Wainfleet x Reader(Human/Avatar) drabbles.

Summary: I wrote this because, literally, no one asked for it. This little drabble is a self-indulgent fic I wanted to do because I felt it would be in Wainfleet's character to actually do something like this. And of course, he finds someone (naive enough) to oblige his antics. Lately, he has grown on me - I love that himbo sdm.

Man, this turned out much longer than I anticipated... So I am gonna split it up in two parts. The next one will be a bit spicier.

Minors DNI! - 18+

Suggestive themes are included.

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Lyle would be that one member in every group to concoct various shenanigans to pass time whenever he is off duty. When he was revived as a Recom soldier, this behavior only increased.

After going through a bit of an existential crisis, he came to terms with his new body and identity, despite the fact he would never be the original Lyle Wainfleet. However, that didn't mean he couldn't have his share of fun. Especially after he learned to appreciate everything a lot more, given that he was offered a second shot at life.

Safe to say, 'growing' into your body gained a whole new meaning, including the extra appendages, blue complexion, swiveling ears, and the additional Na'vi instincts. But unlike some Recoms, he quickly fell in love with his new physique, especially the pleasant upgrade downstairs.

The ladies certainly loved him. Yes, he would unquestionably indulge in some 'entertainment' or 'relief' after returning from a long mission out in the field. The RDA made sure to cover every one of their needs. Service Comfort, as they'd call it. Safe to say, being a Recom and a member of the Deja Blu unit had its perks.

He was often walked in on by either Z-Dog or Prager, when he was sprawled out on his oversized bed, the sheets barely covering his dignity with three human women snuggled up to him, hairs tousled and peppered with multiple hickeys. "Hey Wainfleet, you need to be at the medical bay for your annual checkup. Be there sharp in- HOLY SHIT!"

Lyle's expression remained unperturbed as he replied, "For Christ's sake Prager, ever heard of knocking?" He snapped before tossing a pillow at Prager’s general direction. Fortunately, the Recom had already slammed the door shut with an expression akin to as if he'd just seen the devil. Before Prager quickly departed, he sighed anxiously, sensing the itching desire to bleach his eyes in order to forget what he’d just witnessed.

Wainfleet dismissed the ladies before getting himself ready, making sure he didn't smell like he had five hours of non-stop action in the sheets. After all, he had something, or rather, someone to look forward to. You.

A cute medical assistant, aka nurse who specialized in Na'vi physiology and psychology. He remembered your presence the first time he opened his yellow irises and gained consciousness as a Recom. When you came to his side to soothe or instruct him, he thought you as an angel. Maybe it was also due to the fact that he first laid eyes on you with the bright, artificial light shining behind you like a halo.

Nonetheless, he was whipped. Smitten.

But that wasn't enough to prevent you from his teasing and typical Wainfleet-esque fashion treatment. He would often drop in unannounced and kick the door against the adjacent wall while you were at the lab, doing your research. As a result of the explosive entrance and the loud noise, you would often shriek. "Hey (y/n)! I found that weird purple star-shaped plant and I figured you could use it for medicinal purposes or do somethin- why are you screaming?" You would jump from your chair and 'courteously' ask him to stop kicking the door open. Since then your door had to be replaced three times. He had taken a keen likening towards you through means that cannot be explained.

His excitement could barely be contained, wearing that shit-eating grin whenever you graced him with your feather-soft touches, which were at its core, just simple physicals like testing his motor skills and bone density, muscle tissue development - the whole nine yards. Of course, he would squirm a bit in his seat, grunting or mumbling something like having 'an itch' that needs to be scratched, and you would politely remind him it was not your damn job to give him massages. His ears would droop a little after you denied him.

But he was quick to bounce back. After some time, his visits would grow more frequent, using every trick in the book to either feign an illness or even purposefully injure himself (which are minor compared to your usual patients) for you to patch up. Eventually, Wainfleet ate up most of your time, leaving little to no room for scheduling with the others.

Your colleagues would often poke fun at you and send Wainfleet into your care when they felt they didn't want to deal with his horseshit. Having no choice, you caved and leaned into the fact of having him as your 'regular' patient. "Fine Mr. Wainfleet, take a seat," you would sigh, but with a slight smile. Wainfleet saw it as an excuse to spend some quality time with you and have you baby him after every mission. After all, it was hard fucking work. Didn't he at least deserve a reward or some form of compensation?

"Oh, you're taking such good care of me Miss (y/n)," he said as he batted his eyes at you. Of course, he would also 'reward' ' (cough)  you for being such a great nurse. He would endow you with little trophies or trinkets. Sometimes even a piece of jewelry he 'confiscated' from one of these Na'vi savages. According to him at least. Sometimes he has his tail swish a bit more than usual, hitting your backside like a fuzzy whip. You would yelp and turn to catch the culprit, only to find the corporal was long gone. Damn his long legs.

It wasn't like you didn't enjoy his company. Quite the contrary. At times you were even looking forward to his visits and enjoyed your little exchanges... even when he often made lewd or suggestive comments at you. "Are you going to take my temperature? Oh, I already know what you're gonna say. Too hot to handle!" - "I am so glad I got you as my nurse. So tell me, are you usually naughty or nice towards your patients?" - "Hey, I managed to smuggle this in from the botanic garden," you would look at what he had brought you, only to gasp when you saw it being the Pandorian equivalent to cannabis. You quickly shooed him out. "Aww, you're no fun!"

Lyle would tug on your lab coat to get your attention... or that one time when he suddenly 'spotted' a cut on your leg on the day you wore a skirt for the first time. Save to say, this was a mistake on your part. You would dismiss his claims but he remained persistent, so much so, that he boldly leaned forward and have his sizable palm completely wrap around the crook of your lower thigh, startling you with the sudden hot skin-to-skin contact.

"Doc, I think you got a cut there - lemme help you for a change," his cheeks lifted, forcing his eyes to narrow into crescent moons. He thought he was being slick with his ever-more audacious flirting. To the point where he deliberately had his hands latch onto you. "Oh, that doesn't look too good, you got a boo-boo right 'ere, Dr. (y/n)." he cooed with a pouting lip.

"Wha- what are you doing, Wainfleet?" He then teasingly lifted your skirt, inch by inch, saying that he saw the injury somewhere, the rough pads of his fingers skimming up your warm flesh. He seemed so certain of it as well - that was until you smacked your clipboard against his bald head, snapping his attention. "Yeouch!"

Startled he jolted and quickly retracted as you scolded him, your cheeks puffed red with fury. "Get out now, before I have your blue ass escorted out of the medical bay!" After the inappropriate encounter, you dismissed him and you watch him leave your office with slumped shoulders and a low-hanging tail. You didn't see him for two weeks after the 'incident'.

That was until he had returned - this time, however, battered and bruised. Like he'd just survived a sinking Titanic. He was a bit more cordial, less intrusive or cheeky this time around. You would measure his blood pressure, and vitals, clean his wounds, and blood, and stitch a few lacerations before giving him his prescribed pills. Meanwhile, his eyes began to wander a bit. Eventually, they connected with various drawings and sketches hanging on the wall.  

"Well I'll be damned, those are pretty good. Did you draw this?" he would genuinely ask, drawing your attention to him, his gaze fixated on the various art studies. You reared your head before giving him a nod, surprised at his sudden interest in your work. "Yes, we often have to learn the inner workings of bodily functions and anatomy. I mostly do it to memorize it better... but also to pass the time," he nodded and stood up, walking over with a certain swagger in his gait. Luckily the ceilings were adjusted to accommodate the sizes of the Avatars, allowing him to stand up straight. "Really impressive," he noted, zooming in on them. You couldn't help but smile brightly at him and strike up a conversation, finding he was not a complete airhead after all.

After a while, you would agree to have him pose as your next anatomy model for your studies. You didn't know how he actually managed to get you to agree. But you couldn't deny him. Maybe you were just being polite... or maybe you cracked when he gave you that look. Those large, yellow puppy dog eyes. In his case, rather, feline eyes.

When you got off work, you both had scheduled a meeting at his dorms. Maybe this was a mistake, you thought to yourself. But then again, you would blush at the thought of having such a tall, athletic man pose for your 'scientific' studies.

Ah, it couldn't be that bad, could it?

Wrong.

When you entered, you spotted a bed placated in the center of the room, duvets and sheets elegantly folded with a few rose petals strewn across the mattress and floor.

Oh hell no. This was a whole misunder- "Well hello there, doc. Didn't think you'd come. Like to show up late for the party, huh?" his deep voice resonated from behind you, eliciting you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun on your heel as you caught him standing before you, weight resting on one of his legs, hand relaxed on one of his slender hips as merely a towel covered his dignity. He looked cleansed and exuded a certain musk, an aromatic mixture of pine trees, spices, and a subtle hint of expensive cologne. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. One brow quirked at your flustered response, prompting that signature smirk to grow on his face. "Wainfleet,.... uh... what is-"

"Oh doll, don't worry 'bout it. I got everything prepared for your study," and with that he would strut over to the bed, hips swaying suggestively before he removed the garment, taking his position as he now sprawled out, elbow propped against the side with his cheeks resting on it, his other arm just scarcely covering his manhood. Not that it mattered since you caught a glimpse of this 'endowment' (which was almost as long as your damn forearm) anyways.

"What? You said you did this before and wanted to do anatomical studies.... so... here I am. Gotta show all of it if you want to do it properly," he insisted as you sucked in a breath, brows scrunched together. You couldn't imagine how you must've looked, with how much blood had rushed to your head, or the twisting cramp inside your stomach, or the clamminess of your palms as you clutched the drawing pad tighter against you. "Jesus, Marine..." you eventually would say, exhaling through your nostrils.

Taking a seat on one of the way too large, recom sized office chairs, you adjusted a few times before getting your pencils ready. "Alright... ready when you are, Lyle," you bit out, accentuating his name with a bit more edge. To your surprise, the corporal approved of your tone as you addressed him by his first name for the first time, his tail flicking excitedly, ears folding forward. He shot you a boyish wink before giving his dry lips a subtle lick, "I'm ready, doc. Have at it."

[the-blue-painter]

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[lil-ms-darkness]

A Treasure Not Worth Finding - Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Reader

A/N: Okay, so here's the next part! Sorry it took so long, I had it sitting in my WIP folder for quite some time, just needing to be edited and instead of editing it, I started working on my manuscript. But, it's here now! Slightly based off Faith from TWAU video game. The music playing in the apartment can be anything you want, as it's technically YOUR apartment haha

Content Warnings: Mild angst, description of death and dead bodies, perceived reader death.

That about does it, hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment if you'd like

Lil_Ms_Darkness

“See you again, soon.” 

That was the last thing she’d said to him. Her voice was soft, light and her eyes matched. It unnerved him, but it was also a welcome sort of discomfort, a kind that he’d come to appreciate. After he caught the asshole trying to poison Snow White - weirdly enough, it was Leland Mouse, of the Three Blind Mice, glamoured into a man [Y/N] wouldn’t recognize, nor would she have suspected to be one of the mice. She had helped him find the perpetrator responsible for trying to take Snow White’s life, purely for greed and satisfaction of being the one to kill the Deputy Mayor for not prioritizing his cases, and for not bowing to his whim when he wanted. And, as she had asked, Bigby had returned to visit her. But, it didn’t become a consistent thing. He mainly visited for information, and was met with some kind of story, a conversation, a muffin or a slice of banana nut bread, she’d offered him a brownie once but he’d denied it. 

He hadn’t expected to see her again so soon, especially not like this. He had gotten a call from Jack about a body dumped into a back alley dumpster. He was nervous, having seen only a leg hanging out. 

Bigby arrived on the scene quickly and found the dumpster, a leg hanging over the lip with the lid flattening it. He grabbed the edge and lifted the lid open, looking down to examine the victim. He felt his mouth fall open in surprise, shock, and pure white hot rage. It was her. 

“See you again, soon.”

He carefully fished her out of the dumpster and laid her down on the rough asphalt of the street, hidden in the darkness away from the street lights. Her hair was soft in his hand as he held her head to lower her.

Now, he looks down at her face, her once golden hair is messy and pale as it cushions her head like a pillow. Her eyes are half lidded and lusterless in death, her skin lacking the warmth- her hands clenched tightly in fists. He notes the deep purple and black bruising on her throat, so thick that it couldn’t have been a cord. He crouches next to her, noting the various wounds around her body- she had fought back. 

He closes his eyes for a moment before he hears footsteps shuffling towards them and he looks up, spotting Jack at the mouth of the alley. The blonde man approaches him, a solemn and uncomfortable look on his face. 

“Any luck?” He asks

Bigby sighs and looks at the body again, 

“Did you see anyone around when you found the body?” The words felt like bile in his throat as he speaks them

“No, I didn’t.” 

Bigby isn’t surprised to hear that, Jack was about as observant as a thumbtack. He examines her hands, noting the clean fingernails, but there is bruising underneath- someone made sure to clean up any DNA traces. 

Damn

He takes a closer look at her throat, finding the rope burns in between the bruises and the broken veins underneath. He can feel his claws threaten to elongate and he actively keeps them retracted, turning his attention to her face, his eyes linger on her swollen, bluing lips. He can’t help but feel guilty, wondering if she’d been murdered because she was helping him. Whether it was to keep her quiet, or for some other reason, he’ll be sure to get to the bottom of it. He will find the bastard that did this.

 Bigby looks back to the body and notices her clothes now. She’s dressed in her Trip Trap uniform, an emerald green dress that was similar to Holly’s, with black wedge heels secured with a strap around the ankle. She had told him how she loved the dress, because it was high quality material without being too expensive and felt nice on her skin, but he can’t recall what material. Now that he can touch it, it’s smooth under his rough hands, thick but not scratchy at all- and it’s dirty from the garbage she was thrown into. 

“What were you doing over here, Jack?” Bigby asks, cautiously. 

“I was coming to visit a friend of mine.” Jack says, shifting from foot to foot.

“A friend?” 

“He said he was going to give me $1,000.”

“What a generous friend, what are you up to?”

“Nothing, honest!” Jack holds up his hands in surrender. 

Bigby looks from him, down to the body, then Jack again. He doesn’t have time to deal with the get rich quick fails of the century.

“I need to go see Holly, she should be working tonight, and Jack? Stay out of trouble.”

Bigby walks down the concrete steps to the heavy door of the Trip Trap, pushing it open and stepping through. Holly stands behind the bar, dressed in her brown dress. She lifts her gaze to look towards the door, preparing to greet a customer, but her face sets into a flat glare when she sees Bigby. Gren glances over his shoulder towards the Sheriff and shakes his head, looking back to his small glass of rum on the countertop. 

The sheriff approaches the bar and looks at Holly, 

“I’m not here to start problems, I just need to ask you some questions.” He says, simply and sits down at the bar a few seats away from Gren.

“You’re always here to start a problem, even when you don’t try to.” She digs her nails into the bottom lip of the bar. 

Bigby shakes his head, “When was the last time you saw [Y/N]?” 

“She was here for her shift the night before last. Why? What do you want with her?” Holly’s eyes narrow.

“She’s dead…” Bigby wills his face to be emotionless, as he watches Gren drop the glass to the counter, tipping over and spilling onto the bartop as Holly stares at him with wide eyes. Bigby couldn’t hope to understand what she was feeling- first, her sister was murdered, and now her friend was dead, the friend who was working with her so that she could grieve. 

“How?” Gren growls, fists clenched tightly on top of the bar

“She was strangled.” Bigby says, impassively, but inside he is anything but. Inside, he is raging and tearing apart all of New York to track down the next murderer, because who knows who may be next. And if [Y/N] was a target, with how likable she is- was- who knows who else may be on a list. 

“DAMNIT!” Gren  stands and turns on Bigby, who only regards him with a stoic guise, “How many have to die before you do your damn job?!”

“I am doing my job.” It’s all Bigby can do not to slam his face into the bar- his patience is fading, and quickly. “I’m trying to find the person that did this, and I’m starting by finding out the timeline of when she died, and where she was taken from. If she hasn't been here since two nights ago, then there’s nothing else that I need.” He stands and Gren steps in his way. Bigby squares his shoulders.

“Knock it off,” Holly snaps, and Bigby looks her way. She sounds sad, “just go, Sheriff. I need…need to figure out what to do.” She sighs and walks out from the bar, vanishing into the back room. Bigby notes a missing attendee-

“Where’s Woody?” He asks, still looking towards the room Holly escaped to for a moment longer before looking back to Gren’s fury laden face. 

“How the hell should I know?” He growls, “I ain’t his dad.”

“For someone claiming to want me to do my job, you’re making it awfully difficult.” 

Gren’s eyebrows twitch and his jaw sets, Bigby prepares to dodge a punch, but it doesn’t come, to the Sheriff’s surprise. “He hasn’t been here in a couple days. He left with [Y/N] after her last shift.”

Bigby’s not surprised that Woody left with her, but the fact that he left with her the same day she was last seen….

“And he hasn’t been back since?”

“No.” Gren bites out through gritted teeth, “Now if that’s all you need, get the fuck out.”

Bigby walks out without much of a fuss, and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He lifts one and lights it, walking down the street towards [Y/N]’s apartment.

He walks down the hall and stops in front of [Y/N]'s door, but something isn't right. He presses his ear to the door- music? 

That can't be right..[Y/N]'s time of death was hours ago, why was music still playing? 

He hears shuffling, and his teeth grit together. He grabs the doorknob and very slowly turns it- it's unlocked. 

He throws the door open and rushes inside, seeing the silhouette and diving on him. He shoves him face down into the carpet, wrists behind his back. 

"Hey hey hey!! GET THE FUCK OFF ME, WOLF!" 

The Woodsman

"Not until you tell me what you're doing here." Bigby digs his knee into the big man's spine as he squirms. 

"I was helping [Y/N]!" 

"Don't lie to me, Woody!"

"Fuck you, I ain't lyin'!" 

"What's going on- Sheriff! Get off of him!" Small hands grab Bigby's shoulder and he turns, ready to push them back; and he stops. 

He climbs off the big man and stares- 

"[Y/N]?"

"You listen here, Sheriff," she warns, her honeyed eyebrows furrowed in concern and anger as Woody stands up behind her, "out there you might be Sheriff Bigby Wolf and think you have to be mean to get your way, but not in my home! If you lay a hand on my guests again, you can forget about my offer to help you!" 

She's angry, so very angry, he can see it in her eyes, in the way the wrinkles between her brows crease her skin. The fire in her eyes. But she's here, standing, yelling, breathing.

"We found your body," Bigby says, carefully and the crease between her eyes lifts. "We all thought you were dead. And I came by to see if you'd been murdered here. When I saw Woody-" 

"You thought Woody killed me?" She frowns, incredulously, "He'd never." 

Woody puts a large hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him, then at Bigby again. 

"I'm not dead..." [Y/N] muses. 

"Clearly." Bigby huffs and can feel pressure forming behind his eyes. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes when her small hand covers his holding the pack. He looks at her. 

"I'd rather you didn't smoke in here. What with my work and all..." She says, quietly. 

Woody snorts and Bigby considers lighting one anyway- 

"Bigby does whatever he wants." He grumbles. 

Woody was right. Bigby did do whatever he wanted. But one look into her kind eyes and he resigns with a sigh, tucking the pack back into his pocket. He feels naked, and uncomfortable. He ignores it. 

Woody casts him a quirked browed look and Bigby ignores that, too. 

"[Y/N], where were you last night?" 

"Home? Asleep?" She shakes her head. "I finished dropping off orders early, stopped by the store to pick up some more fabric and flour, then came home and went to bed."

"And you, Woody?" He asks, moving his gaze to the bearded man. 

"I was at the Trip Trap."

"Really? Because Gren says he hasn't seen you in a couple days.."

"Bigby," [Y/N] warns and he casts her a cold look, warning her in turn not to interfere with his investigation. He watches her brows slacken a bit as her expression becomes one of concern. He looks back to Woody. "Let's try that again, where were you?"

Woody sighs,

"I was with a woman..." He grumbles. 

"Who was it?" 

"Can't a man keep his personal affairs personal?" 

"Not when he's a suspect in a murder." Bigby says and folds his arms. 

"I told you already he didn't do it." [Y/N] pipes up again and he ignores her completely. She was kind to him, but she is trying his patience. 

He looks at her, "[Y/N], a woman is dead. She could have been you-"

"But she wasn't.." she interrupts, her frown deepens, her look of concern deepening the wrinkles in between her brows and on her forehead. 

"-but it could have been. Doesn't matter that it wasn't, a woman is dead. Dead and gone. And I need to find the one responsible. Now you offered your assistance, but so far you've only made my investigation harder. Either keep it down, or I'll take him in to question him at the Business Office." 

Her eyes widen and she looks at Woody, then Bigby again. The hurt in her eyes was clear as day. She steels her expression and nods, once. She looks at Woody before she walks over and sits on the love seat, legs folded and looking out the window. 

Bigby feels a little guilty, but only a little. He shoves it aside and focuses on the task at hand. 

Woody looks at [Y/N], then Bigby again, a look of anger in his eyes.

"You're a piece of shit, Wolf."

"I hear that a lot, now who were you with?"

[chef-from-blu]

Meet the

BLU Cook

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

•───☾Name☽───• Ivan Blau

•───☾Pronouns☽───• He/Him and They/Them •───☾Alias☽───• Chef, Boss, or Vahn •───☾Class☽───• Cook •───☾Affiliations☽───• BLU Medic - @the-blu-medic (Friend and Confidant) BLU Scout - @blu-scout-the-cooler-scout (Thorn in his side child) BLU Nurse - @blu-nurse-needs-sleep (One of his spiritual children) BLU Sniper - @sniped-from-behind (Respected Co-worker) RED Trapper - @meet-the-trapper-tf2 (Culinary Student) Sugarplum - @russian-tooth-fairy (Enemy) Peppercorn - @peppercorn-the-therapy-cat (Kitten he spoils)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I was advised to get one of zhese things, as it seems my team has been emerging on here one by one. A simple introduction vill do; I am Ivan, but I insist you call me Chef. I am zhe Executive Meal Preparations Manager at Builders League United, and I take my job VERY seriously.

Stay out of my kitchen, and ve vill get along."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☾•TAGS•☽

#meal-requests ~ Replies to asks #chopping-block ~ Conversations (Starters and replies!) #chef-mod-art ~ Official art by the Mod #chefs-fridge ~ Reblogged or Posted artwork done by others #chefschoice ~ General Reblogs

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☾•RULES•☽

This is a tf2 rp blog, and I intend to stay in character as often as possible! If I need to talk out of turn, such as questions being directed at me, I will always use purple text in italics with an additional sign off of "~mod"

Additional rules and boundaries are stated below!

This blog is 18+ While I dont plan to post explicit NSFW, I myself am an adult who prefers to be in adult spaces. I wont comb through everyone who may follow or interact with me, but I might block minors if I am uncomfortable! Furthermore, suggestive asks and interactions are fine, but i do intend to stray away from pure NSFW/sexual themes!

Anyone can ask/interact! Though Chef Ivan is part of the BLU team, he prioritizes his craft over his color, so those from other teams or affiliations are welcome to interact as well! ESPECIALLY meal requests! He loves to talk about food with absolutely anyone!

Shipping & Art I dont mind shipping one bit, in artwork or roleplay!! Its possible for an official ship to develop for Chef in the future, but it would likely happen over a long set of rp, and of course would be discussed between mods via DMs! No NSFW, but go wild with any fanart; shipping, interaction, or otherwise!

Lore exists, and drama is fun The Chef has his reasons for associating with THIS crowed of people, and thus some aspects of his story may be dark or other side dramatic! Dark themes plague his past and present, and he doesn't shy away from that fact, so neither will I.

I reserve certain rights, as I am a person No one is entitled to my or Chef's replies, and thus some may be ignored. Its not out of malice, but rather simple choice or even accident! Sometimes I am not comfortable answering things for whatever reason, and that's that! Keep in mind I am a real person behind a character, not just an internet toy :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[sniped-from-behind]

Meet the

BLU Sniper

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

✦ ‧ ☁︎ Name . ⁺ ✦ Bernard [REDACTED]

✦ ‧ ☁︎ Pronouns . ⁺ ✦ He/Him ✦ ‧ ☁︎ Alias . ⁺ ✦ Sniper or "Tesoro" ✦ ‧ ☁︎ Class . ⁺ ✦ Sniper ✦ ‧ ☁︎ Affiliations . ⁺ ✦ BLU Chef - @chef-from-blu (respected co-worker) Sugarplum - @russian-tooth-fairy (Acquaintances)

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

"Salutations, my peering petites mouches.

I am the BLU Sniper, call me by any name you wish, I could not care less. To be honest, I am not sure being here is even good for my cover, but I would be a fool to not join in the information gathering this whole thing may provide.

Lets get it out of the way, shall we? I am not like other snipers, to make my point; Je viens de France, I do NOT piss in jars, and I posses a level of class that rival that of even the spies I catch.

I am a true professional."

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

☁︎𖥔TAGS𖥔☁︎

#snipes-stronghold ~ Replies to asks #for-the-books ~ Conversations (Starters and replies!) #sniper-mod-art ~ Official art by the Mod #sniper-art ~ Reblogged artwork done by others #knickknacks ~ General Reblogs #tesoro-fortress ~ Clips from in-game (hold no canon value, just for viewing fun)

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

☁︎𖥔RULES𖥔☁︎

This is a tf2 rp blog, and I intend to stay in character as often as possible! If I need to talk out of turn, such as questions being directed at me, I will always use purple text in italics with an additional sign off of "~mod"

Additional rules and boundaries are stated below!

This blog is 18+ While I dont plan to post explicit NSFW, I myself am an adult who prefers to be in adult spaces. I wont comb through everyone who may follow or interact with me, but I might block minors if I am uncomfortable! Furthermore, suggestive asks and interactions are fine, but I do intend to stray away from pure NSFW/sexual themes!

Anyone can ask/interact! While BLU Sniper is more likely to be warmer to those of his own team, hes not one to completely shut down other teams or affiliations! He can be cooperative in roleplay and is open to anyone of any affiliation, anons and all!

Shipping & Art I dont mind shipping one bit, in artwork or roleplay!! Its possible for an official ship to develop for Sniper in the future, but it would likely happen over a long set of rp, and of course would be discussed between mods via DMs! No NSFW, but go wild with any fanart; shipping, interaction, or otherwise! (Any of Snipers's family members are OFF LIMITS for shipping, for obvious reasons!)

Lore exists, and drama is fun My Sniper has a laundry list of issues and situations he has lived with, as well as lore that has developed over many years! A lot of this lore is dark and/or dramatic, and can be dark at times. Not to say he is all dark and no day, he does have a fair share of goof!

I reserve certain rights, as I am a person No one is entitled to my or Sniper's replies, and thus some may be ignored. Its not out of malice, but rather simple choice or even accident! Sometimes I am not comfortable answering things for whatever reason, and that's that! Keep in mind I am a real person behind a character, not just an internet toy :)

•─────⋅˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋅─────•

[russian-tooth-fairy]

Meet the

Sugarplum

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

✦ ‧ ⨯ Name . ⁺ ✦ Lyuben Krasimir

✦ ‧ ⨯ Pronouns . ⁺ ✦ He/Him and It/Its ✦ ‧ ⨯ Alias . ⁺ ✦ Sugarplum or "Plum" ✦ ‧ ⨯ Class . ⁺ ✦ Hoovy ✦ ‧ ⨯ Affiliations . ⁺ ✦ RED Heavy - @bearhoovy (older sibling) RED Medic - @medic-and-spy (Boyfriend <33) RED Spy - @medic-and-spy (Good Friends) BLU Sniper - @sniped-from-behind (Acquaintances) BLU Chef - @chef-from-blu (Resistant Friend) Peppercorn - @peppercorn-the-therapy-cat (Everyone's favorite cat!) ALL Engineer - @all-aussie-engineer (Best friend & Business Partner) ALL Nurse - @puppy-needs-pets (The best emotional support dog ever) ALL Conductor - @anchor-all (Helps spread the love) ALL Chef - @chef-for-all (Maker of all Plum's Chocolate) ALL Trapper - @punk-trapper-at-all ALL Sniper - @loveshotsniper (Our main line of assured defense)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hello, little men! Sugarplum is happy to be here with you! He has come to bring you joy, chocolate, and maybe take teeth of those who spread hate... I have collection. Violence is not language Sugarplum likes to speak, but is still fluent if spoken to.

Увидимся в следующий раз, детка!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

☆~TAGS~★

#ask-sugarplum ~ Replies to asks #sugarplum-says ~ Conversations (Starters and replies!) #sugarplum-mod-art ~ Official art by the Mod #sugarplum-art ~ Reblogged artwork done by others #fairydust ~ General Reblogs #faemily ~ Posts including Sugarplum's relatives such as @/bearhoovy #tooth-fortress ~ Clips from in-game (hold no canon value, just for viewing fun)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

☆~RULES~★

This is a tf2 rp blog, and I intend to stay in character as often as possible! If I need to talk out of turn, such as questions being directed at me, I will always use purple text in italics with an additional sign off of "~mod"

Additional rules and boundaries are stated below!

This blog is 18+ While I dont plan to post explicit NSFW, I myself am an adult who prefers to be in adult spaces. I wont comb through everyone who may follow or interact with me, but I might block minors if I am uncomfortable! Furthermore, suggestive asks and interactions are fine, but i do intend to stray away from pure NSFW/sexual themes!

Anyone can ask/interact! Sugarplum isn't aligned with any specific team and is deemed a "friendly". He will happily talk with almost anyone and answer nearly any questions! RP will be done via reblogs!

Shipping & Art I dont mind shipping one bit, in artwork or roleplay!! Its possible for an official ship to develop for Sugarplum in the future, but it would likely happen over a long set of rp, and of course would be discussed between mods via DMs! No NSFW, but go wild with any fanart; shipping, interaction, or otherwise! (Any of Sugarplum's family members are OFF LIMITS for shipping, for obvious reasons-- but any art of them is fine otherwise!)

Wholesome is a goal, not a rule Sugarplum is a wholesome and kind man, but some parts of his story, opinions, or interactions may not be 100% wholesome, as hes intended to be played like a real person with real world (or rather tf2 world) connections. He aims to be kind, but the world can be cruel.

I reserve certain rights, as I am a person No one is entitled to my or Sugarplum's replies, and thus some may be ignored. Its not out of malice, but rather simple choice or even accident! Sometimes I am not comfortable answering things for whatever reason, and that's that! Keep in mind I am a real person behind a character, not just an internet toy :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[repcnt]

What does bonk taste like

OH HO HOO THIS QUESTION IS ACTUALLY GON BE MY TOP FAV QUESTION RIGHT NOW!! Ok so,, we all know theres like 3 types a bonk, I’ve only ever remembered drinkin two of em which was the blu and crit a cola one… BUT I DO KNOW WHAT THE ORIGINAL TASTE LIKE! Which is why im gonna set this in sections BLEHH :P

First i’ll talk about the original atomic punch bonk. The one we all love and know cause like, freakin red team has it allll the time. It’s artificially cherry flavored with a hint of bourbon cola, but I’m pretty sure most of the drinks had a bit of a cola taste in it.

Next up is my personal fav, blutonium berry. Basically it taste like radiation and gas oil mixed with a very sweet flavor, that flavor being different berries combine. Blue raspberry, blue cherry just a bunch a blues. Oh and theres a bit of cola taste in it. If yall ever had mountain dew voltage, think of that flavor but basically made by monster and high sugar. Pretty insane drink if ya ask me, if someone who WASN’T me or a scout class had it i think they’d be shaking for hours.

OK LAST FLAVOR!! CRIT A COLAAA!! Y’all already probably guessed that is it may taste like grape BUT DON’T BE FOOLED BY THE COLOR!! It’s actually just bourbon cola with purple dye, crazyy I know, but one thing about is that it has the highest amount of caffeine then the rest of the drinks. Keep that information in mind.

So basically, in short, they all taste like gas and not for the weak