#clrbox

[darkestaken]

❝ everything reminds me of him. ❞

[spkyscry]

"What in the hell are you two doin' over there-- we don't have snacks, Francis, th' hell'd you eat--"

"There is hardly a salvageable part on or in that man! He'll likely combust like a molotov th' second we start cookin' 'im!"

[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.

[busygirlgcttagc]

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

[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?

[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.

[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.

[darkestaken]

something about connecticut

[spkyscry]

WILD SCREAMING AND FIRING.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW HOW TO USE THIS???????????"

[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.

[zmbieproof]

hey gang, i made a lil interest checker for ellie, if you wanna fill it out!

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* all graphics by @/clrbox . * sideblog to @/adoranoia .

[starttraction]

― ☆ ― INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE, HIGHLY SELECTIVE and 18+ ONLY fnaf multimuse ft. MICHAEL AFTON, CASSIE, and MORE. ― ☆ ―

WRITTEN BY MINT. SHE/HE. 24 YEARS OLD.

― ☆ ― HEADER ART CREDIT. | CARRD. | PROMO. | PERM. CALL. ― ☆ ―

SIDEBLOGS: @archjudged — archangel gabriel from ultrakill. @imprfect — mirage from ultrakill. @parkbuddy — ed/"protagonist" from indigo park. @mintygraphics — graphics and commissions sideblog.

ALSO FOUND AT:

@clrbox - valve characters multimuse (mostly includes TF2 muses, but has some from half life and portal as well) (low activity)

@multigrounds - multifandom multimuse ↳ @friendelivery - eddie dear from welcome home ↳ @playfell - barnaby b beagle and home from welcome home dual muse

@rgtag - sonic multimuse (currently inactive) ↳ @slayhr - slayer from slay the princess (currently inactive)

@soulcaging - kris from deltarune (currently inactive)

@tiredead - brian from monster prom (currently inactive)

[unlessitsafarm]

"---DO I-"

he needs to stay very still because he accidentally drank nitroglycerin again. the exploding variety

[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. ❞

[spkyscry]

"They're in the walls. They're in th' goddamn walls!"

[mercmenagerie]

Heat skitters under Archie's skin as he takes in all those lovely sounds Jenny made just for him. A particular flavour of pride surfaced from knowing he was the one to illicit those from her and with so little. It nearly pulled a smug smile from the sniper, yet he swallowed it with another low groan. A fleeting thought to obey those hands pulling at his collar and removing the shirt passes through the huntsman's mind but is put on a back burner for now. No need to be getting ahead of themselves so quickly; no, Archie wanted to draw this out.

Parting for just a moment as Jenny seems to struggle to understand the words he'd spoken, the huntsman grins just before lips descend on his once more. Then he's the one who makes far too much noise as fingers grip tightly against the scruffy locks of brown hair close to his skull. He almost wishes she'd pull a bit harder. Heart hammering against his ribs, the huntsman's arms wrap around Jenny's body, pulling her close in a need to feel every inch of her pressed against him. Hands smoothing up the scout's back before dragging blunt nails down the expanse of her back, Archie scoots back on the van roof just a few inches as he tugs Jenny up to straddle his lap.

Those clumsy movements of the scout aren't challenging to move with, and Archie meets the enthusiasm step for step. Teeth grazing Jenny's lip once again before he winds the length of her ponytail around the back of his scarred knuckles and yanks her head back. Kisses lacing down the length of the other's jaw and neck, he hums deeply in his chest. Sharp canines drag down along the sensitive flesh as he leaves a light hickey just over Jenny's thundering pulse. It would fade in a few minutes, even if he wanted to leave more lasting ones. To see those marks on her neck later on, even if it got looks from the other mercs, and to wear whatever marks she left on him. Archie's blood was like lava in his veins at the thought.

"Been wondering when you'd finally get the courage to make a move, shiela." Archie practically purrs against Jenny's neck, the fingers of his free hand gripping one of her thighs. "Was certainly worth the wait." Index finger teasing along the warm skin of Jenny's leg just beneath the hem of her shorts, the sniper lifts his head to nip at her earlobe. "Wonder what other pretty little sounds I could get you to make."

it's like her entire body was on fire. his experienced lips and tongue alone could drive any person mad, his groans against her the cherry on top. then he bites, and jenny's voice whimpers like a dog. but she's greedy, she needed more, always needing more and more of him. kissing harder, deeper, leaning further in -- anything to get more out of every movement. ( sure, she's kissed people before, who hasn't? but they were always drunk, always a joke. never like this. never with someone like the huntsman. never with someone that made her so weak. )

her head shifts as his hands did, hitched little moans escaping her with his rougher, wordless demands. he certainly knew how to treat a woman, didn't he? ... wait, when had he pulled his gloves off? his hands felt hot even to her burning cheeks, a strange comfort from a man like himself, and the scout worries for a moment if she might start melting. his touch, the kisses, his low voice -- how was anyone suppose to function like this? her own hand now freed had drifted upwards, up, up, this one clinging to the collar of his shirt instead. a wordless plea.

" ... h- ... huh? " she murmurs a little between lighter kisses. had he said something? the blood rushing through her ears made it difficult to tell. it felt like every little thing he did was built specifically to break her mind in half, swallowing down the little sounds as she feels his thumb against her throat. her heart was racing. she might explode, right here and now.

... and there's a chance he knew that. knew what he was doing to her. was that why he had lingered? how embarrassing for her. perhaps she needed to pick up the pace a little.

she still hadn't registered his words completely, only getting the vague idea before he shuts her up again. and this time, jenny was a little more ready. the hands once clinging to his shirt move upwards again, one pressing into his chest as it follows the other behind archie's head, fingers entangling with dark brown hair beneath his hat with a tug. lips would part only for a mere moment, tugging his head back to let her speak.

" let's make this count, then. "

she falls back into him, as clumsy as before, but with a fire lit in her heart. her body moves closer, closer, pressing into the huntsman until no space was left between as she kisses him again, again, giving his lips a bite of her own, before kissing again. anything to drag this moment out, anything to get everything she could from the huntsman. she wasn't ready to quit just yet.