Je suis hantée et la peur,
le haïssait et l'ablette,
Je suis l'ombre sur le mur,
le monstre dans la profondeur.
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I am a helpless flirt,
take no offense to anything I do or say.
I mean no harm by any of it, its simply how I respond to people.
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ATTENTION!:
Forgive moi for ma bouts of time when I am
unable to respond or am not on. I still wish
to hear from jou mes amis, so please do not
be shy about sending moi ask's, or rp's.
I appreciate everyzing jou do.
Merci.

Email or Skype Me:
Spybleu@yahoo.com

 

Starter/Opener : : : For Anyone

thegrowlingblusniper:

spybleu:

Across the dim and silent kitchen the strong scent of hot coffee swirled in early morning air as a fresh pot hummed softly to life, brewing the bitter sweet liquid that was the life force for many on the BLU base, especially for one man in particular. Standing in little more than his sleep pant’s Charles kept his bare and faintly scared back to the dark room, only the light from the stove illuminating half of him as he prepared a mug for his coffee, the rest of him hidden in frightening slices of shadow that distorted his features as well as mask ever could; the only thing easily made out was his pushed back locks of solid black hair that always fought him at this hour when it he hadn’t worked to tame them. Knowing that hardly a soul would be up - like himself - long before the sun was considering rising, he felt safer without the shields of a mask or suit. Even his gloves were left safely on the corner of his desk along side the paperwork he had been using to busy himself on another sleepless night. 

Pulling himself from his keep he had spent yet another sleepless and lonely night in, Eugene dragged himself into the assumably empty kitchen of the BLU Harvest base only to find his very on surprise awaiting him. Spying his lovely disappearing artist nearly boiling himself in the highly caffeinated brew that would send any normal person into a heart attack. A low growled noise that could be considered a low happy groan came as he leaned against the furthest counter from the Spy in question. “Well tha’s a handsome face.” his rough voice grumbled as he gestured for Charles to approach. The almost animalistic grin that danced across his face was far more sexual for his,or Charles’ own good. “I’ve missed ya love…” his low tone resembled a purr as he slowly removed his vest and anger, looking at him as if he was the next and last meal he was going to receive. 

Hearing the doors to the base open with a soft but audible sigh the lean figure lurking in the shadows of the kitchen paused in the slow deliberate stirring of his drink, letting his senses stretch out as far as they could without turning his head as he waited for whomever it was to either approach or go away, knowing that in the dim light it would be almost impossible for them to tell who was standing at the stove, especially since no one but three people had ever seen him without his mask. However as those slow pointed thuds from a pair of familiar heavy boots resounded off the stone floor and a low even more familiar growl rumbled from his left, Charles muscles relaxed slightly as he returned to fixing his drink. Letting those hazel hues flickering to the side to catch a glimpse of the sniper in question as he leaned against the counter to get a better view of the face he had never had the pleasure of viewing, most likely surprised by the youth behind it as so many believed the man to be far older than his appearances told; a gentle curve pulling at the edge of his lips in response to the huntsmens remark despite the color his words brought and the pause in his pulse at the eyes that were leveled on his face.

He hadn’t been expecting the man that had been stealing his thoughts so recently to grace him this morning, for once catching him off guard, leaving him to inwardly scramble even as he seemed completely calm. “I’m glad to know zat I didn’t disappoint.” He mused lightly with another casual glance over at the tir rapide that beckoned him forward as his hands began to peel away the anger and vest that shrouded him, pulling a questioning arch to the maskless BLU’s brow that hide the shiver that danced down his spine at the look he was given. “Hm, and I jou amour.” Purring out the soft words as he turned his body to face Eugene, letting his toned side lean against the counter casually as if he weren’t effected, bringing the mug to his lips as a way to mask half is face as he eyed the sharpshooter over it’s rim. 

hunterv:

Have horrible art block?
Scribble sniper until it goes away.
My best plan ever. Also this is my new desktop background.

hunterv:

Have horrible art block?

Scribble sniper until it goes away.

My best plan ever. Also this is my new desktop background.

cocoaabx:

깔끔하게 그려지는 포즈가 아니면 대부분 잔스케치가 엄청나게 많게되는데
스캔을 하고 나면 이게 너무 싫어서 포토샵으로 편집을 하게되고..
깔끔하게 지운 단면에 느낌이 이상해지고.. 선을 따게되고.. 채색을 하게되고….

저에겐 라이트박스가 답인것같네욬… 이렇게 위시목록이 늘어나곸ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

felixfellow:

Something very, very quick for thisismouseface 
All those fics I read yesterday, oh lord. I dunno what I’m doing with my emotions anymore. I can’t finish anything for a while. |D

felixfellow:

Something very, very quick for thisismouseface

All those fics I read yesterday, oh lord. I dunno what I’m doing with my emotions anymore. I can’t finish anything for a while. |D

Starter/Opener : : : For Anyone

Across the dim and silent kitchen the strong scent of hot coffee swirled in early morning air as a fresh pot hummed softly to life, brewing the bitter sweet liquid that was the life force for many on the BLU base, especially for one man in particular. Standing in little more than his sleep pant’s Charles kept his bare and faintly scared back to the dark room, only the light from the stove illuminating half of him as he prepared a mug for his coffee, the rest of him hidden in frightening slices of shadow that distorted his features as well as mask ever could; the only thing easily made out was his pushed back locks of solid black hair that always fought him at this hour when it he hadn’t worked to tame them. Knowing that hardly a soul would be up - like himself - long before the sun was considering rising, he felt safer without the shields of a mask or suit. Even his gloves were left safely on the corner of his desk along side the paperwork he had been using to busy himself on another sleepless night.