"If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself or even less (…)"

Leonardo da Vinci

"I give up my way and I could be anything.
I give up my way and loose myself … not today.
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And hate me if it feels good …
I can’t hear your screams anymore …"

Evanescence - The last song I’m wasting on you

“I know what you’re thinking. ‘This’s one really good-looking guy. I wonder where he buys his clothing?’. From the Mann Co. Store of course, silly. No money? Get a job ‘n come back again.”

Valve knows I love the Scout??? xD

Hihi … oh yes, this lovely honey pie really is good-looking ‘n handsome! *u*
But in all honesty his german voice is a pain in the a**! xD He sounds … not really to be taken serious. More like some halfhearted teenager with no clue what he’s doing actually. x’D Love him nevertheless!~ (English, FTW! ( and french … hmm~ heaven!))

Nighty, night folks. ^_^ 

Came across to listen to some Team Fortress sound files before going to sleep now and … I honestly have to say the Snipers voice gives me shivers. 

Without all the hubbub of the other games music, noises and sounds he simply sounds forbidding like hell! I stand in awe! x’D
I mean, honestly his whispering is a torture! Imagine you sit there in a dark room without any light - alone! - and listen to all those calm insults. Woah, I most certainly would be anxious - positive and negative. (Oh, yes he sounds sexy.) :’D

Damn, I love this man, haha. Will listen to these files some more because they are just blood-curdling! I like that … ~

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SassySniper Appreciation Post

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Soldier x Scout | Title: “Order ‘n Discipline”

Warning: explicit homosexual content, detailed intercourse of two men with age difference, mild violence and blood, mild and explicit bad language. - Please don’t read if you don’t like. :) 

Friday, 8:13 p.m. – Finally. The day was over and so was his training. Exhausted and dresses in nothing but his casual trousers and some white, sweat-stained undershirt the Scout was at table and enjoyed his humble, nutritious dinner after six hard hours of endurance training, weight training, simulation fights and the dealing with weapons. Even if his instructor, who sat abreast the rookie and read a book didn’t give him the opportunity to shower before supper the young one was simply happy about sitting down and relaxing for once today. He could take a shower later before hitting the hay. Soaked and stinky as he appeared he wouldn’t sleep a wink otherwise anyways.

He knew the basic training of becoming a “Scout” wouldn’t be a piece of cake. No more than three months have passed but he was forced to exceed his limits already. Well okay, to be honest he had not quite the most tolerant type of tutor. Besides … unless he was very much mistaken he noticed his training became harder and a tad more ‘humiliating’ lately, no?

Whereas the runner continued eating his meal he secretly looked up to observe the Soldier sometimes. The “hulk” wore his military helmet, grey-greenish camo trousers and a white, skinny undershirt. Wow, the vet sure was ripped. Due to the helmet the runner couldn’t spot the Soldiers eyes. But according to him leaving through the book every now and then he apparently had no idea he was being surveyed.

The rookie couldn’t help but to chuckle. Even while reading a book in his time off he had that strict, stern appearance?

“Keep your eyes down on your plate and hurry up with eating, city boy.”, the last two words were pronounced very devaluing.

Oh, great … again with that stupid nickname? Gosh, how much the Scout hated it. Yeah, he was a lil’ city brat but what’s the big deal? He decided to join Team Fortress to change his boring, spoiled urban life. However no matter how hard he tried or how well he managed any of the Soldiers challenges and duties he received not a single nice word about the effort he put into his training in the last three months. Pissed off he let his fork fall down on his half-full plate. The veteran just spoiled his appetite.

“So that’s it? Ya bein’ so much more harder on me lately ‘cause I’m but a spoiled snob from da big, safe city in yer eyes, yea’?”, the Scout crossed his arms.

“If the basics become too hard for you already I recommend you better get back to where you came from, boy.”
While biting on a piece of food inside his mouth and swallowing it the Scout partly screwed his eyes. What did the old pansy take him for??

“I’m pretty sure ya weren’t no rube yerself before ya became a Soldier, were ya?”
The veteran turned the leaves of his book and didn’t bother to meet the “cadet”. For their different ranking the Soldier was under no obligation to explain himself.

Oh, he didn’t know the Scout was terribly low on temper. For a certainty he was not the first Scout the Soldier qualified and funnily enough every runner seemed to possess not a lot of patience. But this boy here made the toast!

Pissed off even more the bostonian leaned forward.
“’Ey, tough guy. I asked ye sumthin’.”
“One more word of that gruesome accent and I condemn you to kitchen police.”

The runners hands landed on the table with a smack. An unpleasant noise of bouncing silverware and porcelain echoed across the empty, hardly illuminated room.
“Yer fuckin’ with me?! Now I get punished ‘cause ya can’t stand the way I talk?”
“Kitchen police.”, the Soldier still didn’t deign to look at the rookie.
“Fuck ya!”, the boy fired back.
“Tomorrow likewise.”
“Wha’—-!?”
“Continue talking and I condemn you for the rest of your basic education, cadet!”

The runner clawed his fingernails into the old wooden tables texture. He … gosh! He was angry! Bugged he turned himself to the side to avoid seeing the idiot in front of him any longer and placed his elbow on the table to support his head with his palm.
>Stupid motherfucker!<, the runner thought and would have loved to tell the soldier.
He hated that man. He hated him like nobody else … Though why was it then that …

“Scrape your plate!”, the Soldier commanded.
The bostonian eyed his instructor once more. 
“I’m not very hungry no more …”
“You don’t get down form this table until you finished your meal. I don’t know how you townsfolk handle it but in war no food may be wasted, city boy.”

Okay, that was it! He have had enough! That fucking, humiliating nickname … again? And what’s with all the stupid hinting of him coming from the town? The Scout stood up and threw the plate together with the food off the table. Contrary to expectations the Soldier uprose from his stool alike and slapped the runners face extremely hard.

The Scout squalled. Blood ran down his nostrils and out of his mouth profusely. Holding the smacked cheek he turned his head back to the furious man. Glazed over eyes looked anxiously into an undefined expression. This dumb helmet! He still couldn’t identify the Soldiers eyes but angry shaped lips with the teeth bared.

Nasty the vet clutched at the Scouts undershirt and attracted him:
“Don’t you dare to cry now, boy! Or I’ll give you some real reason to cry, I swear!!”, the Soldier bawled at the Scout.

The overly loud pitch let the runners ears bang. He clenched his fists and gulped back the tears. However he contorted his face. His heartbeat got faster, his blood rushed through his veins and his breath became uneasy and turned into a fast gasping during their uncomfortable silence.

“Ingrate, stupid, rebellious, spoiled mommas-boy!”, he pushed the rookie back onto his chair and let go of him. “Why do I even bother with a useless maggot like you?! You are an embarrassment for every man! Go to your room and don’t come out before tomorrow morning. Report at 4:30 a.m. exact at the training ground! That’s an order!” 

The vet turned himself to leave the distorted rascal alone. He simply loathed … the general lack of respect and discipline. And that boy here appeared to possess none of it. Not a single bit! He thought he could do as he pleases?! 

And maybe the Soldier was a little harsh on him … but telling from experiences it’s just that kind of behavior which salvaged dire consequences in war. Such men as the rookie here … were always the first ones to die. And all the Soldier wanted was to drub some civility into the bostonian to avoid that. If the runner needed to learn it the hard way then that’s exactly what he’d get! Period!

The Scout gave the disappointed, leaving veteran a look. From now on his training would become a living hell … No, no he couldn’t take it no more. No matter what he’d do it won’t ever be good enough? Heavens, it hurt so much. His chest hurt so terrible much. What was wrong with him? No, this was not over yet. Not this way. Not like this … He couldn’t allow the older one to go without a clarification.

The very moment the Soldier faced away from the abused one, the runner reached out for him. He desperately pressed his lips against the Soldiers ones but gained nothing but another resounding slap. The bostonian grabbed the rowdyish hand which slapped him. Stern his blood-smeared visage glanced at the vet.
“Stop it! Just stop it finally! I can’t take it anymore!”, the boy panted for a while before he went on: “No matter … what I did or how well I did it … ya’ll won’t ever be satisfied it, will ya!”

There was no use for a trial of holding back his tears any longer. Slowly the first drops ran down his blood-stained cheeks. But he wasn’t ashamed to show his sensitive side. Therefor the runner kept staring into the strict, angst-induction face. The vet should see how much he broke the bostonian!
“Just tell me then! Wha’ miracle do I hafta perform for ya to accept me, ya dumb fuck?!”

He dared to kiss his instructor anew. Naturally the Soldier tried to push the Scout aside but he wouldn’t let go. His lips flavored of the blood they got covered with. Dammit … how often had the Soldier sampled this familiar taste already? 

He gave of himself to the Scout and responded the kiss … hesitant, uncertain. Not a minute later the runner stepped back, sat himself on the tabletop and jerked the Soldier close to him. Placing the vet right between his spread legs the young one sensed the older one once more wanted to runaway from the new, foreign situation. To comfort him he put his hands around the mans well-toned upper arms.

The bostonian disconnected their lips and moved down to bite the veterans chin.
“Can’t ya see how much I want ‘cha? Since mah very first day here I wanted ye to have it off with me.”, the boy whispered, still licking the Soldiers stubble.
“I’ve been a disobedient cadet, haven’t I?”

Finally the runner was able to make the Soldier moan if only silently as he let his hand slide down to his grey-greenish trousers. Curious fingers danced around a halfway hardened member and rubbed it up and down through the thick fabric. Searching the mans lips afresh the Scout also let out a needy moan.
“Punish me for dis afterwards if ye please. Ye may slowly drown me in the mud, shoot me or humiliate me over ‘n over ‘gain – as much and mean as ye want. But please … I beg ya - don’t reject me now …”

The runner took one of the Soldiers hands and placed it onto his own crotch. He threw his head back and let out a deep groan when he felt the fingers of his love interest exploring his rock-hard erection. He needed this. He needed this strict, mean, unbearable being so much right now.
“M-Maybe … mah behavior can’t satisfy ye.”, gasping he eyed the Soldiers face and spotted easy trembling lips, which he licked immediately before biting them. “But mah body can, I promise.”, he mumbled fondly; hardly audible.

Oh, gosh-dammit, despite the huge load of discipline he carried within him the Soldier was only human! 
He grabbed the runners shoulders and pushed him back to make him lie on the table. “Dammit cadet, … can’t you just shut your face?!”

The Soldier unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Without pulling them down he simply broke out his erection through the fabric of his underpants and quickly doffed  the Scouts pants. The bostonian moaned at this “harsh treatment” and closed his eyes passionately. As the boys abdomen were uncovered the vet inserted his pointer and thumb wildly into the bostonians potty mouth. Lecherous the runner bit, sucked and insalivated them. Opening his mouth a tad more he let his tongue dance around the now wetted body parts while he clasped his own fingers around them. Soft munching noises and silent moaning pervaded the canteen. Watching the boy as he stimulated a “clumsy” blow-job the vet swallowed hard while his throbbing erection grew harder.

After a short time he pulled out his fingers of the oral cavity. A tender trail of salvia remained between the runners lips and his fingertips. Instantly he wetted the tip of his penis. This was not the most perfect replacement for lubrication though it was better than nothing.

When he was sure to be prepared quite enough he seized the bostonians hips, placed his penis at the entrance and thrusted his full length into the boy in one motion. While the Scout bent backwards and screamed his lungs out the Soldier himself suppressed his intolerable lust and bit his underlip pretty hard. He still felt awful and weak about it. But for gods sake, must the boy feel that good already?

Without ceasing he kept thrusting fast and harshly into the rookie. Though as it appeared that was exactly what the young one needed. The instructor supported himself on the table which was rocking and cracking like hell. The Scout dug his fingernails into the vets shirt and skin and rolled his head from left to right. The heat became gruesome. His heartbeat bounced heavily inside his chest. Sweat ran down all over his surface. The Soldier was happy about not a single body was around the complex anymore. The bostonians tear-stained screams were so loud one could have heard him at the other side of the building.
“Ah! … Hmmm, y-yea’, go on like dis! Ah, d-d-dammit … … Rip me ap~art … I need dis. Oh, how I need dis! …”

That … was one reason why he hated the rookies slang so unbelievable much! This dirty talk was driving him crazy. The Soldier would get off soon. The Scouts “inhuman” tightness was another reason for it. Was the man still a virgin? Well, a little too late to clear that matter, no?

The veteran put one of the runners legs over his shoulder and thrusted even deeper into his cadet. Some more tears ran down the bostonians cheeks and were mixed into blood before they dropped down on the tabletop. This … was too good. His screams became louder whereas the Soldier still remained completely quiet. Attributable to his fast heartbeat the vet had to gasp. But even that appeared suppressed.

As the bostonian cried out the instructors name by the time he came the Soldier released likewise. The Scouts grasp grew tighter and marked the claimed skin with several bloody scratches. His breath transformed into sluggish panting and he tensed and relaxed alternately.
The Soldier buried his face into the rookies sweaty chest and pressed his twitching member even deeper into the boys innards. The vet breathed through the nose. The Scout panted through his parted lips quite noisy. Resting exhausted on the table he was about to fall asleep when his tutor pulled out his droopy organ fast and without any prior warning.
He threw the boys pants onto him before turning around to get ready.
“Take a shower and go to sleep, cadet. Report at 4:30 a.m. at the training ground.”

Then the man headed for the exit at a slow pace and left the canteen. Watching the Soldier until he disappeared behind the giant double door the Scout dropped back on the table and licked his lips with a big, satisfied grin.

Yap, from now on his training would become a living hell. He was too sure about that. But he also had the sense that some nights would turn out to be “adventurous” as well.

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I believe I listened to this awesome battle rap too often ‘cause ever since I started I kept fantasizing about SoldierxSocut. *_* 
Some SoldierxScout Fan Fiction I had to write ‘cause it wouldn’t get out of my head anymore. x3 Hope … you like it. *hides*

Yes, critiques on my english skills are always welcome. Honestly! :D

@ GatesofGuardian: Mache mit deiner Commission ab morgen wieder weiter, aber das hier musste einfach sein! :”D

My new workspace. Arranged yesterday … late at night! *tired* Yeah! %D
This is how it was before.
(The B.L.U. Scout’s distracting me so much. If a man can look at you like this you don’t need no s*x no more … I already came. xD)

No more cable clutter~~ Hurray! XD 
And yes: Apple FTW! Haha. :D 

Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon: Future Soldier™ - Deluxe Edition

Heavens, I really wanna have that! Despite the fact I love the Tom Clancy games, the Scout looks so incredibly sexy with that helmet, it should be forbidden. >.<

(Source: lossotool, via ssoll)

cuddlyxmedics:

I normally don’t blog this pairing, but, dang, that rain effect is so amazing.

(via snipediswombat)

*_*

(Source: fashmakesgraphics)

Scout, I got pancakes. by ~Super3D



omgjustlookathisface!
This is so unbelievable cute! Aww! I’m so lost in this man it gets unhealthy by now! x”3
(But just look at him. I mean look at him! <3) 

commissions

I decided to give it a try. :D However I won’t offer drawings at the moment (too less time due to my work for that). But what I can provide to you is the following:

Fan fictions: 
$7 | €5 for 1-3 pages (no matter the stories content).
$10 | €8 for 3-5 pages (no matter the stories content).

For each additional page: $2 | €1,5. :)

I write about pretty much anything except things I can’t support morally like sexism, racism, glorification of violence or abuse and so on. I can write about brutal, (sexual) abusive and emotionally disturbed incidents but not about their adulation. :)

Languages I can offer you: english, german 

If you are interested send me a note with the following informations:

- Fandom
- Character(s)
- Amount of pages (1-3 or 3-5)
- The main point of the story

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Video editing:
Between 30 seconds and 1 minute (+ / - a few seconds) of music video.

Since I do not own any of the footage material I may not offer a fixed price. So I will handle them as kind of “requests” and you award me with whatever seems agreeable to you. :)

If you are interested send me a note with the following informations:

- Fandom
- Character(s) that should appear
- The song(s) I should use
- Amount of payment you have in mind
- The main point of the story

“Ahahaha, Jeaaaan~~ I’m so totally sorry. I haven’t know you were around somewhere near. >x3 Bad Cherry is bad.” 

Gosh, the kiss is drawn so sweetly!~ ://3 

(Source: teamking)

When the Scout (B.L.U.) found out that his lover (R.E.D. Spy) spent the night with another man he confronted him with this delicate topic (pictures at the beginning) and demanded an exceedingly reasonable explanation. Although the young one knows he simply was nothing but another affair the Frenchman had it going with …

(read more on youtube)

Arrived today. :D
It’s my 3rd TF2-shirt so far and goes wonderfully with the Scouts Track Jacket. %D 
Will get the R.E.D. one and the Spy-Shirt soon as well. Wheee!