The Pretty Little SoldierSoldier sat in his big armchair, cigar sitting in between his teeth as he read. The Art of War was his favorite "classic." He grinned as he read of Sun Tzu's musings on war and honer fighting; his nose buried into the book with his cigar practically hitting into the side of it. Today was his day off, and he intended to relax. Constantly fighting everyday could take a lot out of a man, even if he found it enjoyable.More Like This
Just then from the next room over a tiny body came skipping in through the door. She was wearing a bright blue sundress along with a matching helmet adorned with a large white bow that was far too big for her small head. Her long brown pig tails flew behind her as she moved excitedly through the room and stood at attention once at her father's arm chair, bare toes pointed in towards each other. Yes, she was Soldier's daughter.
"Sir!" She looked up at her father and saluted him. She always liked "playing Daddy."
He looked at her and moved the cigar out of his mouth to
StruckIt seemed like any other day on Lushbowl. RED was holding off BLU's great offense, with its better defense. He smelled the cool, fresh rain being tainted by the blood that clogged the air. He coughed a little before releasing the opaque stream of healing a large Russian man. His bald heavy gleamed with his sweat and rain mixing together, bringing an almost gleeful sound as the rain drummed on. The Medic smiled lightly, knowing another team member needed him but he knew this was where he belonged. The Medic sighed lightly before cracking his shoulders and following the large, slow man to where ever he believed there to be an enemy. He quietly mused in my head hearing the sweet sounds of agony and murder surrounded me.More Like This
"Don't mind if I come in, unannounced!" He heard a near by Spy say in a heavy French accent. The Medic put his guard up; unsure if that Spy was on RED or BLU. His eyes narrowed and looked around himself as he turned around gazing quickly for a Spy. He
TF2: Sapper Loves SentryTF2: Sapper Loves SentryMore Like This
by Mayu Zane
Team Fortress 2 is (c) VALVE
The Sentry was, at first, a somewhat cute little robot, erected in front of a control point. She was named Irene by her Texan father, and she always let everyone know she was there with her constant beeps.
As time went on, her father fed her with delicious metal, and she grew up to bear twin gatling guns on her front. Then she reached full bloom when she eventually sprouted a missile launching battery, now prepared to deal with the biggest of heavies, the fastest of scouts and the toughest of soldiers. That is, so long as they weren't ubered or out of range.
Then, the time came: the Blu team had reached the first control point, and were quickly heading her way. Friends of Irene's father put up an admirable fight, but eventually she had no choice but to open fire.
Pretty much everything clad in blue that appeared in her digital sights were almost instantly obliterated, if not by her missiles then by her twin guns. She co
Broken Brotherhood: TF2The Red-clad Scottish demolitions expert shoved his eyelander into the dirt for support, straining to hold up both of his hands on the hilt to support his body weight. His body lurched a bit and blood coughed out of his mouth, already dead to the world. His head lifted upwards, driven only by anger and will, and roll it's only eye towards the Blue-dressed rocketeer across the bridge. Similarly, the soldier was keeled over, the pickaxe stuck in the ground a few feet in front of him as he vomited a mixture of blood and puke on the ground beneath him, getting the disgusting concoction all over his uniform, but still, he refused to give up. His head, too, lifted up by a mixture of hate and spirit, driven to destroy the one person he thought of as a friend. Even though they were enemies, even though they tried to kill each other numerous times, even though it went against Soldier's ethical policies that traitors were the worst kind of scum in the world, he still found a friend in the blackMore Like This
Tagging!!!1. You must post these rules (very, VERY Important)More Like This
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new
questions for the people you tag to answer.
3. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
4. Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him.
5. No tag backs
6. No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this."
You legitimately (AKA, really, truly with all honesty) have to tag 10 people
Question by the wonderful :iconepiccheesesandwich:
1. Which is better, cakes or pies?
I like cake better but, the cake is a lie, so pies are my choice.
2. Favourite yaoi? (If you have one.)
I don't have one. Sorry.
3. Any good drawing tips?
I personally can't draw, but I'll tell you what my friends tell me, "Practice, Practice, Practice, even if they are just doodles in the margins of your math homework."(Yes, one of my friends actually said that.)
4. How did you first hear about deviantArt?
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