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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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“If you cannot handle me fully nude, then you do not deserve me you goddamn prude.”
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7. Loopy with lack of sleep. (flying-physicist)
@flying-physicist | Snzz
Soldier’s been awake for three and a half days. Willingly? Sort of. What began on a prank on his fragile paranoia, ended up leading to his own exercise in the pure stubbornness of man. The American had to prove to everyone he’s staying up of his own volition and not repressed fear.
Anyway,
Yesterday he was tired but could work through it. After all, soldiers are expected to be battle-ready at any moment. The same mental clarity isn’t coming through for Jane today, unfortunately. He’s spent the past minute barking and swinging his shovel into a wooden pole. 
“Take that, maggot! And that!!” He kicks it. “Your mother just called to inform me that she thinks you are a disappointment!!” 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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Send a number to find my muse...
Sleeping at a table.
Singing in private.
Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.
Crying laughing.
Doing something embarrassing.
Getting chores done.
Loopy with lack of sleep.
Post-wisdom teeth removal.
Hiding a broken object.
Covered in blood.
In a fit of anger.
Throwing a tantrum.
Hiding in a closet.
Stuck somewhere with your muse.
Muffling their cries.
On a swing-set alone.
Feeling lonely.
Cuddling their pillow.
Staring at your muse.
Recovering from throwing up.
Stabbing a body repeatedly.
Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.
Screaming by themselves.
Holding a wound.
Dead.
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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ask-charming-soldier‌:
Just before he can ask a question, he immediately felt the compass hit his head with a loud thunk! And an “WHAT THE HELL!?!” before the Soldier rubbed his head, feeling it throb a little. He wanted to just knock the guy on his rear and leave him for the wolves but… noticing the direction Jane is pointing, he had a feeling those wolves will just make him pack leader. Or become rugs.
“North is that way!” He points at the right direction with his free hand, not using his energy up on someone who might get them out of the area safely. ‘I guess it’s time to butter him up, if i want to get out of here.’ He thought, “commander, if we want out of these woods. We need to go this way, it’s better.” He said calmly, inwardly wanting him to follow his way.
Jane whips his head around, at where his secretly foreign camping buddy was pointing. Helmet swinging wildly, enough to show the deep crevices of his frown and stern eyes. The buttering up is a good call, as soon as he’s spoken to with respect, Jane’s expression falls neutral.
“Ooh.” He says and storms to where the other soldier mentions, walking past Sir Tiny. The raccoon takes that moment to jump back onto its General’s shoulders - and then sidle down into the belly of his uniform. “Why didn’t you say something earlier!” Soldier shouts, while his tone is accusatory, it’s not cruel - he’s earnestly curious. 
He’s carrying a lot of supplies on his shoulders, and while it’s something he could easily do for the next 72 hours, his favorite part about camping is setting up the camp and roughing it in the wilderness. He’s eager to get to that part. 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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red soldier / cold war ! funny this is neither red nor cold but ehm… defense classes next c: part 4/9
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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@ask-charming-soldier | Continued from HERE
Jane doesn’t appreciate being yelled at, but he does appreciate being handed sustenance. His expression is torn between a snarl of his own, and a smile. He covers the strange expression by taking a bite. “Thanks.” Jane says with his mouth full. One hand clutching the jerky protectively, the other goes back to squinting at his compass. 
Deciding he’d much rather be hitting things, he throws the compass at the other soldier without warning. “New assignment!” He points in a direction that is certainly not north. “We head northward!” And he goes back to hacking bushes. 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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a doodle called “I CAN’T PUT THE SCOUT IN THE OVEN!!”
agh, I messed up with lighting
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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commander-sammy‌:
She blinks a little shocked at his statement. “Soldier that is called a crazy trip to las vegas were you get stupid levels of drunk, marry some random chick by an Elvis impersonator and you get crazy at the buffets….then two days later you regret everything even the new tattoo on your ass.”
Now, crossing his arms, he purses his lips and says, extremely self-confidently. “Yes. That is exactly what Valentine’s Day is about. It’s just a day after all. Not an entire LIFE.” He states, as though the things he says make sense and are obvious.
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"See, I told you camping was a bad idea. now we're lost Sir Tiny is exhausted from- Get Off His Back, Dummkopf!" He struggles to try and sound American, it's not working well.
@ask-charming-soldier | two dudes and their pets get lost in the woods,--
They pass by a large tree, branches sweeping in their path, and entirely recognizable because they’ve been there before. Jane huffs and pulls out his compass as the other Soldier complains. 
Absentmindedly, Jane Doe moves to sit - the closest thing to a chair being the other’s large dog... or bear...? Jane gets cursed out for that action and immediately hops back to his feet. Although, Lieutenant Bites makes itself right at home on Sir Tiny’s back.  
“I am not Dumb Coughing.” He states, a matter of factly. Accent going in one ear and out the other. “Maybe if you were not dumb complaining we could become UNLOST!” And he takes a sharp right turn, using his shovel to chop into the denser bushes.
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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commander-sammy‌:
Sammy looks at Soldier. “When you say marry, do you mean till death do us part or officiate a marrige?”
The Soldier rolls his eyes under his helmet, as if he believes it should be obvious. Placing one hand on his hip, the other gestures as he speaks. “The kind where you spend a whirlwind day together and eat more chocolate than the very hungriest of orphans! The agony in your gut and sallow sheen to your skin signifies that you and the other person were destined to be! And President Tyler bestows the holiest of matrimonies upon you.” 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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some late-night can’t-sleep soldier doodles
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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ive no idea what this ship is called (pissed fueled rockets ? cool) sniper ship names always involve piss huh part 3/9 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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“Oh really? Well, How about I go ahead and inform the Capital that Valentine’s Day, the 14th of this month, is apparently not a date. That will shake things up for SURE.”
“I DEMAND ANSWERS!”
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“Who is going to marry me for Valentine’s Day!?!? 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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“I DEMAND ANSWERS!”
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“Who is going to marry me for Valentine’s Day!?!? 
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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Just a li’l work-in-progress…
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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// ooc
god, i lost my muse for a few days and as i was shopping i remembered that Jane Doe Soldier TF2 lifts me out of every dark cavern and carries me across every broken bridge and.. even more metaphors for him being a ray of goddamn light.
anyway there’s so much good stuff in solly’s tags rn i’m gonna cry
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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years
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fighting art block and messing with copics
I should start practicing other classes since my artstyle is changing
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