Shiny Pot Soldier
Murdoc Gurrero - BLU Soldier
jeanmarcoing:

WE HAVE ACHIEVED M A X I M U M   D I N O S A U R

jeanmarcoing:

WE HAVE ACHIEVED M A X I M U M   D I N O S A U R

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Damn it man, stop getting drunk!
Anonymous

Dun tell me how t’live my life. 

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tags → #ic things 

thehuntsmanofthewaste:

soul-theori replied to your post: destroy him.

iwannashovemyfingerintohislargenoseitsprettyahhhhh

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sorry had to doodle it

hi 2 u too, soul

tags → #; u ; #gift art #heyhey 

Old reunions

rocketsmokes:

Truth be told, Emmerich was just a bit buffled by the reaction he got. He just punched the man good morning and taunted him into a fight. And yet… Murdoc just stood there and then even thanked him, being all lovey dovey like. 

The soldier frowned, confused for a moment, though later smiled to the gesture “Aye, it’s good to see ya too Mur- ?!” Though his speech was interrupted by the forceful yank on his collar, sending him stumbling striahgt into Muedoc’s fist.

The impact was massive, sending Emmerich flying back through the door and onto the floor of the corridor. He groaned, loosing his helmet somewhere in the process of landing on his side and reaching to touch his now broken nose. “You fuckin’ bastard” he cursed and held onto his nose while getting up to his feet again “Tricking me like that. Why you little shit, you” Emmerich cursed charging back into the room to tackle the man onto the floor and hopefully pin him down by both his wrists. 

The satisfaction of knuckles hitting flesh and bone so early in the morning felt refreshing. Not only had it been a while since he’d been in a fist fight, but the crisp air, though chilly, filled his lungs, making him more awake and alert. The smile on his face never diminished, instead, it grew into a smug crooked grin as he brushed his raw knuckles against his clothes. 

"Sorry, what was that y’were sayin’, Emmy?" He asked, taking in the sight of the crooked and bloodied nose. "Somethin’ ‘bout missin’ me or what?" A chuckle left his lips. The spits went unnoticed, and the rushing body would have been easily avoided. But what fun would that be? 

Murdoc braced himself for the collision, but he could only withstand so much force. Both bodies made a loud thud as they hit the ground, his back taking most of the impact as the RED toppled him over. The wind was knocked right out of him as his wrists were instantly pinned, and before he could react, the other soldier’s weight was on top. The BLU didn’t bother struggling at this point. He was still winded and the back of his head began to ache from the fall. 

"Wouldn’t y’say it’s a little early fer yer kinks, Emm," he asked with sarcasm lacing in his voice. 

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monoklok:

Hi. :D  You’re too kind! I’m soo flattered.

That comic is just one page, so sorry… I drew the comic as a study.

My arts are only in Tumblr. I don’t have personal site and creative activity.

That comic is just one page, but your message makes me happy, so I have drawn for you the rest of the story. They are okay.

Thanks for the message! :D

Old reunions

rocketsmokes:

"Busy waging war in the real world, kid" he laughed, finding himself somewhat surprised at how quickly Murdoc seemed to pause his action mid-air. He was expecting a punch but apparently the sight of him was just too surprising. "Well? Aren’t you going to hit me back? What kind of a soldier are you? Letting me beat up on you like that. And why are you still in bed? chop chop sally, get up and get movin’ "he laughed and turned, tossing Murdoc a pair of pants that were neatly folded on the chair near the door.

Emmerich waiting just a moment though, still grinning, smug as he was under that helmet. “And yes, it’s 6:00 fucking A.M. Soldier, now move it, I ain’t got all day. Or are you going to be a sissy about this?” he curled a finger at him, urging him to bring it.

He was going to have a fight. There’s business to settle, and greetings to say to each other. But the soldier kinda’ way.

As soon as the other began the expression on Murdoc’s face went blank. He didn’t comment back or give weird looks to the taunts. All he did was stare mildly before letting out a sigh. A warm smile appeared on his lips and he extended a hand to the Emmerich’s shoulder. It was a ‘warm’ gesture. “Thanks Emmy,” he finally replied with the same smile on his face. “S’good t’see ya too.”

With that, Murdoc grabbed at his collar and yanked him forward, his other fist already drawn back, ready to deliver a blow. He wasn’t all too good with words and comebacks to taunts, but he knew how to fight. So perhaps the ‘pull and push’ -more so punch- action would relay his feelings on the matter. 

tags → #rocketsmokes 

Old reunions

rocketsmokes:

He was away for quite some time. Almost a year to be exact. And no one knew where he went or where he was as of now. Until the soldier finally set foot back on the Industry territory.

It was a lonely place, Coldfront. Cold and always deserted because most of its residents couldn’t stand the cold outside their rooms. And that was just fine really. Made sneaking around easier, especially for a Red into the Blu base.

You know how it goes. You get back to a place you’ve been before and the first thing you’d wanna do is go and greet your friends. And that’s exactly what Emmerich was going to do.Knocking ‘politely’ on a certain Soldier’s door and waiting. His hand curled into a fist and at a ready. The moment the door would open and a rather sleepy looking soldier would appear, Emmerich will strike. A punch straight tot he face.

"Hey buddy, missed me?"  Oh he remembered how they parted last time. Emmerich lost to Murdoc on the battlefield. And this was payback. Some things just won’t change. And the wide smile on his face - a giddy smile, is a testimony to that. 

It was early morning when a soft yet firm rasp at the door drew the BLU from his covers. He hated leaving the comfort of his warm bed. Damn cold mountains…

With a growl, Murdoc irritably threw off the covers and made his way to the door. He crossed the room as quickly as his sluggish body could take him, shivering in the still cold air. He wasn’t completely aware what was going on, but whoever was paying a visit would get a fist to the face.

The door swung open violently.  ”Y’know what fuckin’ time it—!!” He didn’t get to say more than that before his face was greeted by a balled fist. If he was sleepy before, he was wide awake now. And furious. Grabbing the side of his face as he stumbled back, Murdoc cursed through clenched teeth. He was just about ready to throw his own punch, but the smug face froze his arm in place. 

"Emm…" The BLU’s expression went blank as he stared at the RED, perfectly framed by the doorway. It was a little while before the nipping cold air finally got to him and broke him from his dumbfounded stare. "The hell’ve y’been?" he managed to stutter out. 

tags → #rocketsmokes 
khatmedic2:

shiny-pot-soldier:

i have begun gathering my army

-The Friedy stumbles into the room full of pots…- MURDOC!!  WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING HERE!?

khatmedic2:

shiny-pot-soldier:

i have begun gathering my army

-The Friedy stumbles into the room full of pots…- MURDOC!!  WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING HERE!?

i have begun gathering my army

i have begun gathering my army

docteurfail:

I’ve owed soul-theori some freedom fries draws for, well, probably a couple of years now. So. Consider this the first of a few to come, mate. Sorry for the wait. I don’t really know why they’re making those oohgurl faces tbh. We’ll just pretend spoo is whispering filthy things in sal’s ear. Or making a gossipy comment about sniper’s new hat. yes

docteurfail:

I’ve owed soul-theori some freedom fries draws for, well, probably a couple of years now. So. Consider this the first of a few to come, mate. Sorry for the wait. I don’t really know why they’re making those oohgurl faces tbh. We’ll just pretend spoo is whispering filthy things in sal’s ear. Or making a gossipy comment about sniper’s new hat. yes

Mann Swap [Saxxy 2014] by Olu

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chocolate-time-machine:

three versions of an angry richy