#clrbox

[darkestaken]

something about connecticut

#✦ ( self. // artwork. ) #✦ ( verse // team fortress 2. ) #clrbox #( sorry for the long post its funnier that way )

[mercmenagerie]

"oh my god, archie, you should've seen his freakin' face!" loud voice cracks with laughter, jenny passing the now just about finished bottle back to her partner in crime. legs swing as her body shifts, from energy and the buzz of alcohol alike. "he could barely even believe it, like, when you just walked off wit' all'a that? it looked like he'd been robbed by a GHOST or somet'in, priceless! then he was all, hey, did you just see that? an' i was like, nope, byeeee!" her laughter ripples again, buckling forwards to the edge of the van roof this time, but not enough to lose balance. and she keeps laughing, letting it trail off into little bursts of giggling... then silence. her fingers that cling to the roof had slid closer to the sniper's own hand during her wild motion, but she wasn't moving them back. instead, she's looking over at him, a smile still on her lips. "... what?" she can't help but ask. what was he looking at? ... how long had he been looking?

That lingering buzz of adrenaline from the initial on foot chase and subsequent car chase still hums through the huntsman, just enough to make the tips of gloved fingers tingle slightly. How those idiots thought they could catch these two was beyond him. From her speed and Archie's handling of the van, it was an easy job. Didn't mean it was any less fun. Somehow, these outings were a bit more lively when the Scout tagged along. There's some part of him that feels like he should analyze that feeling closer, but why ruin a good thing while they had it? An occational odd skip in his pulse was probably some side effect of the damn respawn and nothing else. Doesn't mean Jenny's laughter is any less contagious and has Archie chuckle right along with her as the last rays of sun warm up the roof of his van.

The sky was a blaze of colors, a painters pallet of scarlets, oranges, and pinks all bleeding down into a creeping indigo night. It all lit up the scout's face with a golden glow, which caught Archie by surprise when he noticed it. That constant drone of summertime insects blending with those fading giggles as the joke wears thin and awareness circles back around. Even with the slight tint from his sunglasses, he can make out the dusting of a blush on the highpoints of Jenny's cheeks. Its.... cute. Cute?

She caught him staring before the sniper could look away, a dingo with its foot in the snare. Sure, he could grumble something noncommital under his breath and simply look away, and yet he just continues to stare. Suddenly very keenly aware of their closeness and the proximity of hands, the sniper inches his gloved fingers closer in a simple test.

"Nothin, was just listenin' to you." He liked her laugh, Archie was suddenly becoming way too aware of how many things he liked about the scout, his mind immediately pulling the emergency breaks. He was not some soft hearted school boy for christ sake. They were both mercenaries. Coworkers at that! This was a side gig between friends who both liked to cause more than their fair share of trouble. The huntsman's feelings were nothing beyond friends. Or... at least that is what he told himself, that fraction of an inch lean forward meant absolutely nothing. He meant absolutely nothing to anyone, and that's how he preferred things.

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #¡ your time has come and gone ! blu sniper ❞ #im screaming into my pillow rn #ive had this reply IN MY BRAIN #HE DOESNT WANNA MAKE THE FIRST MOOKOOOVE #clrbox

[busygirlgcttagc]

god forbid a woman does anything. (<- about to break into a restricted secret area)

#[ ☥ ] ] ғɪᴇʟᴅ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜ | • | dash commentary [ [ ☥ ] #[ ☥ ] ] ᴍᴀɴɴ's ʀᴀɪᴅᴇʀ | • | tf2 [ [ ☥ ] #clrbox #YEAH??? YEA?????????

[adoranoia]

"um, scout? if you need h, healing, i have some band-aids? do you w, want a couple? they h, have cute dogs on them! " 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && IC #* && DASH COMM #* && TOMMY / COOLATTA . #sorry i'm being silly. he sees the friend sulking and is like. um um um um--he's trying to help ok <3 asdfghjkl #DON'T MIND ME #clrbox

[ahrencmeptn]

@clrbox replied to your post “A thoughtful hum, slowly chewing on sandwich as...”:

i dont think i will ignore him. im gonna give him a smooch in fact

Prommy?

#I Feel Fine ;; Heavy #clrbox #i dont have a crack tag but i remembered this icon and had to use it

[unlessitsafarm]

@clrbox ► Scout

"hey wait, i've heard you go beep boop before, when you're wearin' that costume. how do i know you ain't metal? what if you're one'a them, huh?

There's a few seconds of silence, before finally Soldier lifts the box very convincing robot mask from his head and says, in a soft tone:

"Scout it's me, don't worry, I'm just pretending to be a robot."

He sounds genuinely worried he actually made his teammate worried.

#clrbox #|[✵ interactions ✵]| #FSDGF

[mcdizin]

@clrbox > Red Demoman

Late night drinking was always done alone for Medic; classical music playing in his office, the man himself leaning back in his chair, taking slow sips of scotch. Eyes closed, a happy little hum -- cut off by the door being thrown open.

A sigh, reaching for his glasses and putting them on, staring up at their resident cyclops. " Vas, did you smell ze scotch ? " Accent thicker then usual, probably due to the alcohol in his system. " Vhat can I do for you, mein Freund ? "

#clrbox #[ ic ] #[ starter ]

[lolliichop]

@clrbox sent : oh no, ohhhh no, pyromaniac on the loose, everyone stay calm! stay FUCKING CALM-- scout's sprinting over with a loose piece of paper and a lighter, waving. "HEY, HEY PALLY, LOOK OVER HERE." then, he lights the paper on fire. in his hands. a stupid move if he wasn't already giving it to pyro. "see, ooo, cool fire! you like that crap, right? you don't wanna mess wit' the trapper no more, right?"

this is weird. why does the lollipop keep slipping from the trapper's fingers? the pyro keeps trying to give it to her, over and over, but things just don't seem to click right. his movements get a little faster, slightly more worried and desperate, in a sense —— he wants her to feel better, and sweets always make one feel better! is the french fries so bad that the trapper can't coordinate her movements anymore? is it hard for her to hold the lollipop? oh, he can help with that, maybe!

one hand moves forward, catching her shoulder, careful not to hurt her little cotton candy wings ( holding her so strong, one could feel his fingers dig inside her flesh ), rising the lollipop once again, moving it closer to her mouth to help her eat it, closer, so dangerously close. this time she can't miss it, he'll hold it for her, and she will feel better soon. soon. soon ——

his attention is suddenly caught by the arrival of the scout. the movement of the lollipop stops, the interference freezing him, as if unable to move and process what is happening at the same time. why is scout there? does he want to help the trapper? the pyro tilts his head, staring at that bright rainbow rectangle in the scout's hand. « mmphh? » he mutters —— what's that?, perhaps, a confused sound that gets immediately replaced by delighted surprise as soon as a little light in the scout's other hand touches the rectangle. it's so sudden! it becomes rainbow bubbles!!

the lollipop is immediately discarded and forgotten, the trapper's sickness already a distant memory that will perhaps never come back. he lets her go, both hands now free to catch the rainbow bubbles, all of them, delighted noises coming out of the gas mask. the scout asks something, if he doesn't want to mess with the trapper anymore? something that he can't understand ( what did he mean? ), but can't find the focus to even ask for clarifications. the bubbles are too distracting, too bright and full of happy colours. he jumps on the spot, happiness in every inch of his body, staring at those bright fragments flying everywhere.

he has already forgotten of the trapper right behind him.

#clrbox #YES SCOUT TO THE RESCUE #he just wanted to heeeeelp and now he has bubbles and rainbowssss! <3 #↳ in character. › #↳ RED pyro ›

[spkyscry]

@clrbox sent: oh, well, this is weird! probably? the pyro clad in red stares indescernibly at the tall eldritch woman. frankly, they’re surprised anything they read in that strange book worked, though perhaps not as surprised as a rational mind would be. they continue to stare, silent, only thing audible from the strange individual their laboured breathing behind the gas mask. and then, they take out a little toy teaset, holding out a cup for the woman to take. “hrmhphghr hghr hr?” sounds like they’re asking for her to share some tea with them! will she accept?

"Mortal, who dares summon Ln'eta the Starspawn-" It had begun like it usually does. The theatrical effect of all the light being siphoned to the point of the outer goddess's point of summoning, the candlelight flaring, and even the ominous booming voice. A beacon of world-ending cataclysm and madness imposing itself unto this plane.

The grandiose air began to dissipate, however, as Ln'eta took in her surroundings.

"-and bring about the... end of..." she drawled on, not really getting to the end of her routine.

Ln'eta, truthfully, was a bit flabbergasted. Which, for her, was certainly an accomplishment. While she wasn't quite as long-lived as some of her family, she did pride herself on getting out a lot. She got summoned more times than she could count (that's a lie, she could count that high, but that's the saying) and yet...

This was a new one.

The Starspawn had just enough time to be confused by the whole affair before she really registered what had been offered to her.

Well, it's a little hard to drive the already mad... mad, so-

"Oh, of course I would love to!" She replied, giddily taking the little teacup (more-so with her fingernails than the fingers themselves) from Pyro.

It certainly beat the usual reasons for her summoning, so who was Ln'eta to complain? This beat idiots wanting total power any day.

#beyond all that we know ;; ln'eta #clrbox #her softly but with intense feeling: you know i guess mortals really can still surprise you. huh. #ignore that this is days late and that the banner is so-so i'll workshop it #blood // #i guess? since it's in the ask banner even if it looks bad. jasklbdhjkas

[darkestaken]

@notmedizin replied to your post “speaks french, english, german, dutch, hawaiian,...”:

Just like spy ❤️

@clrbox replied to your post “speaks french, english, german, dutch, hawaiian,...”:

and she even hates fun like spy

❝ the way i see it, I CAN HIRE CONTRACT KILLERS TO GET YOUR ASSES in different languages. ❞

#notmedizin #clrbox #𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄. ✦ ( ic. ) #✦ ( verse // team fortress 2. ) #( hate the both of you ) #( divorce )

[mercmenagerie]

💋 jenny kissing archie on the cheek, then the other cheek, then the nose, then the lips. then pulling his hat down and walking away.

↳ ❝ [ @clrbox ] ¡ sent a ✉️ ! ❞

Humming quietly from where his head had been hanging back over the edge of the couch, Archie only vaguely attempts to return the kisses as a faint smile curls his lips. Half dozing on the sofa while Jenny had been doing whatever Jennys did in their free time while not bothering their snipers, Archie almost fell asleep. Just like her to catch him right before he'd slipped into that blissful and hard-won unconsciousness. Mumbling some form of lazy endearment, he'd almost let a nice word slip before his hat was yanked down over his face.

"Aye!" now fully awake and mildly irritated, Archie sits up quickly and fixes his hat, frowning after the scout as she trots off laughing at him. Damn scouts, and their damn running wore Archie out. Or it did at one point before he'd started going on morning jogs with her to get his stamina up (also for her). Huffing out a low, sardonic laugh, the huntsman vaults over the back of the couch and chases his scout down like a hunting dog with his prey in sight.

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #¡ your time has come and gone ! blu sniper ❞ #¡ just you and the devil and i ! clrbox ❞ #clrbox

[adoranoia]

he hovers nearby, vaguely awkward, like he wants to say something to jenny. eventually, he begins to speak, just above a whisper--in case the other doesn't understand sign. he scratches the back of his neck. 🧪‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " you could, um. go pink, as an in-between, i guess? that's what my sister wore, a lot of the time. " (please, don't think i'm weird, shoot me, or both.) 🧪‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && IC #* && DASH COMM #* && GORDON / FREEMAN . #v03 * ( tf2 au ) . #MY FIRST POST IN A FEW DAYS AND ITS GORDON BEING SILLAY. SORRY SORRY SORRY /lh #i'm still working out his tf2 au but hes red team and a used-to-be rando-technician turned merc #and thats all i got so far but we out here he wanted to comment #he loves his sister so he let her put make up on him when they were younger. that and like #y'know the video of the boys being like 'DO U STILL HAVE EYELASHES ??? :0' that was gordon when he was like eight #(his sister is his older sister) #clrbox