#sniper bell

[skele-bunny]

So I've been reading through your Special and Cowbell master post and Sniper Bell got my attention. How would that play into Alphabell? I'm soo curious 👁️

I hope you like French kisses bc that's what you're about to get oh my GOD?? I AM SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP.......

So, sniper Bell is one of my favorite quiet headcanons, here's the post if curious. There's been some quiet alterations now that I'm more comfy sharing more of my hcs!

CW - LIGHT GUN TALK

So, I've retired "The doves" besides for private writings. So Bell's back monitor WOULD be Alpha. Alpha is very aware of his "job" and knows Bell won't talk about it whatsoever, and respects that. Still, he takes Bell's mental health serious and does a lot of care the days after. Being exposed to Bluebell's work has also exposed him to "Mary."

Mary is a part of my did Cowbell headcanon! Uses she/her strictly, and is the one to come out for 'work' as she handles it the best, and that's her internal job as well. She's both a host and protector! Mary doesn't talk, but gives a lot of body language to get her point across, or if needed will sign. Mary doesn't... Like Alpha that much, and they have a strange relationship. She is romantically interested in him, she's just stubborn and doesn't trust very well. Loves teasing Alpha by pulling his ear a lot, or throwing an empty shell at him that's still warm.

Cowbell dissociates a lot when he's getting ready for 'work' , so Alpha's molded into that routine to help her. They both do find it a little sensual and romantic, especially when Alpha slips Bell's garter holsters up her thigh and tightens it. Alpha looooves seeing the garter indents once he takes them off Bell, but he'll never admit that outta respect for him.

One time Alpha joined him to the weaponry and teased a bit. "I bet you a whole double cheeseburger you can't off the books under 30 seconds." Bell just stared at him before taking a 36 revolver, a 44, and shotgun barrel and Alpha suddenly realized he has a new kink as Bell slid the empty firearm to him across the work bench and she signed. "You can fix it since you made me do it. And I want it as a triple since that was 28 seconds."

Alphabell honestly wouldn't change much!! They just have their more serious moments that's related to work. They had their first ever argument when Alpha first accompanied on a shift. He got nervous from the close opposing fire and grabbed Mary down. She panicked and thought someone got past him, went straight to fight mode, and almost killed him. Mary just stared before scrambling off and moving off the roof to the ground to chase as she lost her target. They didn't talk for a few days as Mary stayed in the front, absolutely PISSED and honestly a little frightened bc of how close she was to pulling a trigger on Alpha. They talked it out eventually and make a few safe guards.

[kirame90]

Well, the story continues. Kinda?

As the first animatic was describing CP!Spy and CB!Spy's relationships with CB!Sniper, this one is mostly about his motives and background. Just to clear it up a bit, I am NOT following the original story of Christian Brutal Sniper :P

Aaaaaand as usual, the finished versions of episodes 1 & 2 are on my charity Patreon

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[zeldotsbrainrot]

Sniperscout taco date!

[lilbluebastard]

These men are so fucking disgustingly hot that it makes me wanna actually sleep forever sometimes

Please save me 😭😭

[gabi-theladylover]

Tf2 & Brawl Stars crossover cuz they're my fav games

[kinos-fortress-2]

I need to shake around ur sniper so so much like--- hes so silly. Also thank u for drawing adminsniper- i will explode now!!

heh no probs! always counting w the adminsniper shippers

also yeah me too he is so silly and eepy like a cat. i like to draw him like a loser idk why

[lady-belleslettres]

I'm giggling at those who say SniperSpy is old man yaoi. No hate to y'all, but SniperSpy isn't old man yaoi 😭

While yeah, Spy is probably in his 40s or 50s, Sniper is only 26 years old (or 30 if you're using his age from the comics).

EDIT: Also, just to be clear that I just find this funny. I, myself, still love SniperSpy (even if it's not old man yaoi).

[serious-goose]

pov: you are the crew of the revenge and this is what you hear first thing in the morning

[star-critter]

Time for my long overdue post of.....

If the Sonic Villains were in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog instead of the game cast!

[ This is just for the funsies, so don't take it too seriously ]

[ Edit : Came back to add Team Hooligans & Infinite ]

Don't ask me why or how they all manage to get on this train and do a murder mystery, but they somehow did.

I don't have much idea of what everyone's roles are, but I know Clutch probably has a role similar to Rouge & Blaze (business tycoon stuff)

and Surge & Kit are the "Neutral Party." Surge is the Chaotic Reporter & Kit is the Detective that is desperately trying to keep Surge from eletricuting everyone & stuff.

Now, before you ask, yes. Yes, the train still goes with the plan of taking these guys to Eggman because it's the conductor's last day and the train is desperate.

[ Maybe some villains that Eggman wants dead would be enough to get my wish! ]

( Barry / You are about to have a VERY stressful first day )

So yeah, the train speeds up and then slows down. Barry, Surge & Kit, break out of the closet to find Starline "dead," and the mystery begins!

Rough & Tumble got too busy playing Super Monkey Ball in the saloon car and forgot why they're here (chaos forbid they find the casino car).

Whoever plays the role of Locksmith trapped Infinite in the libary car.

You find him scratching and whining at the exit door like a dog. You literally have to pry him off the locked door in order to find out what he was doing during the hour.

You all exit through the secret passage and move on.

Clutch is the one that drags you into stealing the Fabrege Chao Egg in the Casino Car.

Team Hooligans, despite all their roles being in different cars, meet up and joined Clutch in his search for the Egg.

The moment it starts ticking, Fang tries to make a run for it like the coward he is. Also, Bean would so do all the crazy things you suggest. /lh

Once you all find out about the treasure in the egg, it's an everyone for themselves fight over it.

Zavok is a little confused by this all being a game, but he tries his best to play along because there isn't much else to do.

Everyone thinks it's Mimic.

Mimic was alone the entire hour and therefore doesn't have that much of an alibi. It's not Mimic, he wasn't alone because he was "killing" Starline, no he was alone because he doesn't like social gatherings and got dragged onto this train kicking & screaming like an upset child.

Unfortunately, you 3 aren't able to solve the mystery before the train reveals itself to be a badnik and says it's taking you all to Eggman.

So everyone comes together in beating up the train (though Starline probably considered taking over the train for himself, he knows better atm).

You all beat the train and unintentionally free the flicky & conductor along the way (no one really cared about the conductor besides Barry).

Everyone gathers along outside, the conductor & flicky sneak out, wondering what crazy last day they just had.

As everyone's talking, they all begin to realize they never solved the murder mystery. Most of them either don't care anymore or are like

"Well, I guess we'll never know."

And move on.

Now I could write an actual plot and say which of the villains was the murder,

Or I could say it was Belle because Surge & Kit dragged her into this for some sibling bonding and despite being terrified, decided to make the best of it. Also, everyone forgot she was there the whole time.

As everyone's getting off the train car and Belle & Starline are shooting death glares at each other.

There you go.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

which tf2 merc do you think would have the most atrocious sense of fashion

Sniper if by atrocious you mean bad. Demo if by atrocious you mean good

[lunastars21]

CRACKSHIP JUMPSCARE

Listen

Hear me out okay

Both Fang And Daroach have worked with their rivals before

Both are thieves and like money

Both have their own gang

Both are leaders of said gangs

Both always look at the viewer with those bedroom eyes

Both have iconic vehicles (Daroach has a giant airship, Fang has The Marvelous Queen)

It’s perfect

(Also both have mice gfs that totally ship them, spinni is showin Corsen the world of yaoi y’all)

Uh also suggestive art under the cut ( IT SHOWS NOTHING BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED)

[sadgirlsac]

Day 18 - Bell

…Life post-Chaotix has been rough for Mighty.

(Yes I drew two operation soda steal images for two different sonic-themed drawtobers-- I couldn't think of anything else for this prompt, lol.)

[retrokid616]

sorry i steped off inbetween post and was there A SNIPER!

[phantomthievez]

just watched proof of justice for the first time.

[thetruepapajohn]

@mall-ambience

and some speeding bullet

[darklordofthesimp]

Anything (König x Reader)

The 1st instalment in the Anything-Verse

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Series Summary:  A lack of information from the chain of command results in König mistaking you for an enemy sniper.

A/N: I have no idea how we got here

Category: Angst || Hurt/Comfort || Forced Proximity || Enemies to ?

Warnings: Graphic description of violence || Graphic description of injury || Graphic language

“You’re a liability.”

The words rang like a church bell. You were never one for petty violence but in that moment, after he’d so calmly said the words, you thought that you just might kill him.

“A liability?” You hissed, glaring at your superior like he’d grown two heads. “I’m a sniper, Sir, not a fucking ninja.”

The captain simply shifted his weight lazily, unfazed by your temper. He’d dealt with it many times throughout the years but it hadn’t bothered him because you weren’t inherently his. You were somebody else’s spitfire, under another unit’s command; but now you were part of the 141 and you needed to learn.

“Come on, Birdy. You know I’m right.”

Birdy.

You had Soap to thank for the name. ‘Snipers and birds both shit on people from above’. It wasn’t creative and honestly you could have thought of one hundred better names to offer, but once Ghost started addressing you by Birdy, it was set in stone.

When you said nothing, he continued.

“You can’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag,” he scoffed, swallowing a snort when your eyes widened. “Sniper’s need to defend themselves too, Birdy. You learnt that the hard way, remember?”

How could you not?

The knife wound had healed but the memory of it had not. Images of the hooded man wedging a blade into your shoulder flickered across your vision. Fists bearing down onto your jaw. Fingers wrapped around your throat.

A chill skittered across your skin.

“So, what’s your suggestion?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

When the corner of Price’s mouth quirked upward, you’d already begun to regret asking.

“Simple, really.” He shrugged, “someone’s gonna train ya.”

Your stomach dropped and a cold shiver traced the length of your spine.

“Who, Sir?” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Ghost’s not here. Everyone’s on leave.”

Price smirked.

“Not everyone.”

___

You felt nauseas.

Anxiety had your stomach in a death grip, and it was all you could do to not throw up. Pacing up and down the gym mats, you tried to cool your nerves.

There was only one person that had remained a complete anomaly to you and now he’d been given literal permission to beat the shit out of you.

Training.

You remembered what they loved to call ‘training’ at your old unit. You’d never been the fastest or the strongest, that was not your job. You were the one who could take make an impossible shot a kilometre away, but that’s not what ‘training’ entailed.

Your body ached at the memory.

There was a small noise by the doorway and your body stiffened. He was letting you know that he was there, his equivalent of a knock.

You both knew that he could have had you on your back whenever he pleased.

“König.” You acknowledged him as confidently as you could, turning to face the beast head on.

The giant stood in the doorway looking like the fucking bogey man himself.

“Birdy,” König inclined his head. Those dark, watchful eyes observed you from beneath his hood, taking in your visage. Heat licked the back of your neck and you began to sweat under his gaze.

He was clad in his usual getup from the waist down, the tactical cargo pants and the hefty boots being his barracks favourite. It was the hoodie that had caught you by surprise, you’d seen it a few times in passing, but up close it rendered you breathless.

“I didn’t realize you were staying with the 141,” you said, swallowing nervously as he stepped into the room, ducking his head to avoid hitting the frame above.

This was a sick, sick joke.

“My transfer was approved,” was the only explanation that he offered you.

You knew, logically, that what had happened between the both of you had been a misunderstanding. It was a communication failure on behalf of the brass that had almost gotten you killed but the idea of working with him, training with him, made your stomach drop.

König’s hands got to work removing his gloves and the memory of those fingers wrapped around your throat made you flinch.

You’d set up a sniper’s nest atop the rooftop, watching the entrance of the building the 141 was infiltrating. They were going to flush out the target and send him running right into your line of fire.

No-one had been informed of KorTac’s involvement.

You’d heard König before you’d seen him, the dismantling of your trip mine giving you enough indication to roll onto your back to investigate. By then, he was already upon you.

You’d kicked the rifle from his hands but that was where your advantage finished. He’d dragged you by your ankles from your weapon, straddling your flailing body as he got to work. The knife he’d brandished stabbed into your flesh violently, and at first, you’d thought he only punched you.

Until the searing hot pain bloomed across your body and blood sprayed across his hood.

Those emerald eyes were wild and hard as he gripped your face over your balaclava. You couldn’t think to react, dizzied by the agony of knife he twisted into your skin. His palm covered the entirety of your features, fingers tight against your temples as he pulled your head forward then smashed it back into the concrete.

You thought your skull had exploded.

Fists ploughed into your jaw but it was as though you were numb now. Finally, his fingers were drawn to your throat, squeezing tightly as he leaned in. The cloth of his hood brushed against your battered body, filling the space between you as his lips pressed against your ear.

“Your fight is finished,” he hissed heatedly. Then König pressed down into your skin.

You don’t remember what happened afterward. You knew that he’d been called off by his chain-of-command just in time to stop himself from ending your life, but that was according to Soap.

You were in a coma for two weeks.

It took you months to recover.

And only once you came back to work, fit to fight and ready to go, had you discovered that König had applied to transfer into the 141 shortly after the incident. KorTac had offered him up to fill in your position while you recovered.

Not only had the bastard nearly killed you but he’d taken your place.

Now that you were back, he would lose his place as a sniper and be back to running with the team on the ground.

König watched you carefully from where he stood.

“You’re my instructor,” you said plainly, stating the obvious. “Price made you my hand-to-hand combat trainer.

“Ironic, isn’t it,” his voice came quietly from beneath the hood, a small snort following in suit.

You would have laughed had you not been so fucking terrified. You were about to take your place back on the team, a position this giant clearly wanted and now he was given the chance to put you back into the hospital with no questions asked.

You wouldn’t be able to do anything against him. König was a mountain of a man, a force to be reckoned with, and while he tried to make himself as disarming as possible it was implausible to hide that frame.

“Did you want to get started?” König asked, leaning his hip against the table beside him. He was so casual for someone who had nearly killed you.

“No,” you said simply.

“Are you not up for this?” König ventured carefully, pushing off the bench and taking a slow step towards you. Your heart thrashed against your ribs at his approaching figure and you forced yourself to stay still. “You still have bruising-“

“That’s what happens when someone shatters your fucking face, cunt,” you snapped, casting your gaze from his. You were hoping that he wouldn’t bring it up, everyone had danced around your condition for so long. No one spoke about how fucking ugly you looked as you tried to recover.

“It was an accident,” his voice was hard, almost bewildered at your sudden aggression. “We both paid the price for someone else’s mistakes.”  

“Don’t talk to me about paying the price, you fucker,” you snapped, shoving against his chest. König yielded a step and it infuriated you even further to know that he’d allowed it. “You got the fucking job you wanted, you got the transfer you wanted, you got the training you wanted. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, but-“

“You wanna know what I got?” You snapped, shoving him harder this time. König’s eyes narrowed and he snatched your wrists, holding them against his ribs to stop your assault. You continued anyway, walking his body backward until his heels hit the wall. “I got put into a fucking coma.”  

König’s gaze softened, his chest heaving beneath your hands. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your fists, you could hear his breaths grow ragged.

“I know,” he murmured, his fingers tightening on your wrists. “I was assigned to watch over your bed for those two weeks."

You stared at him for a long moment, sniffling and gasping for air after your rant. König lowered his head and his grip loosened.

“What I did to you…” he trailed off, unable to meet your gaze. How ugly must you have become that he couldn’t withstand looking at his own handiwork?

You turned around, hiding the hot tears forming along your lashes. You were so fucking ashamed by the terror gripping your throat, embarrassed by how much your image affected you. You hated feeling disgusting. You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you at all times it was suffocating you, they gawked and stared and whispered about how your 'pretty face was ruined.'

You began to understand why people wear masks.

“You ruined me,” you rasped. “And I couldn’t do anything to stop you.”

König was silent from behind you, mulling over your words. You couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed by your outburst. He had stabbed you, shattered your skull, broken your nose and jaw and nearly snapped your neck- he deserved to listen to you yell at him at the very least.

Fingers slid over your shoulders, slowly turning you around to face him. You tugged against his hold half-heartedly, vision swimming beneath never-ending tears.

“Look at me, Birdy.” His voice was soft and pleading, his hand slowly moving to cup your bruised jaw. You froze as he manoeuvred you, forcing you to face him square on. König slowly lowered himself to rest a knee on the ground, leaving him still taller than you but closer to eye level.

With the hand that was free, he reached for his hood. You swallowed nervously as he carefully pulled it from his head, resting the cloth on his upright knee.

Dirty blonde hair lay splayed across his forehead, the length curling by his ears. Dark brows framed the emerald gaze that watched you intently, taking in your visage as you observed him. All of him.

The scars caught your attention.

Winding from his upper lip, across his eye and leaving a line through his brow, the winding length of damaged skin presented itself. There was another scar along the bridge of his nose that travelled across the width of his cheekbone and into his hair.

“Do I…” König trailed off, full lips parting as he mused over his next words. You stared in awe at the innocence of the freckles smattered across his features. “Are you afraid of me?”

You said nothing for a long moment, mesmerized by the features of a man that had haunted your thoughts for months. He’d been the centre of your existence for so long, the reason you ached and the reason you’d bled. König had plagued your every waking moment ever since the incident, and now he knelt before you. He was on his knees baring his vulnerabilities to you, knowing you could destroy him with it.

“Of course,” you whispered; your voice shaky as you met his gaze.

König’s expression became pleading, “then let me teach you how to beat me.”

His thumb lightly caressed your purple cheek, brows furrowed as he took in his handiwork. “Let me pay for what I’ve done by teaching you how to never let it happen again. And when you finally beat me, revenge will be yours and you may do as you wish.”

“Anything I want?” The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them.

A wry, sad smile pulled at the corner of König’s mouth.

“Anything, mein vöglein.”

My little bird.

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