*Well! This was certainly a surprise! It’s not every day a good chunk of the base up and leaves. Goodness, tell him they just went to some new base and they didn’t pick people off to execute in some gravel pit somewhere. 

This business does get pretty hush hush about relocating without notice. He’s sure as hell is used to it, he’s not expecting a freaking postcard or something. The best to their future endeavors! 

…Someone should atleast write or something. The dull silence that replaced everyone can get some getting used to, however. * 

kilomonster:

If you were to tell me 3 years ago that I would REALLY enjoy drawing a Spy one day, I would have called you a liar, a maggot, and then smack you with a shovel.

Second sketch request for the Save Arnie-Ru Fund, a TF2 OC by the name of Carlton.

Who’s that dashin’ fella over here—-

Oh, that’s jus’ me. B) 

ooc;

Oh, hey, uh

May’s hella busy for me and stuff, man. June too. Doing a bunch of regents prep and SAT practice! Been doing it every Saturday for about 8 months and still going strong. Plus May is just a terribad month for me in general, haha!

And there’s some really bogus home stuff going on and my mom’s all up on my ass about it? It’s really lame so many apologies for my scarceness, I’ll be back when about …7 or so regents exams and an ACT and SAT isn’t wringing my brain dry! 

-Sims

ladyscoutinblu:

theundercoverbrother said: I need you to get the sleep out your eyes and get dressed. I can’t be walkin’ around with you lookin’ like that, let alone in church.

Are we really goin’ to church— uuugh, alriight, alright. Gimmie a minute.

+And you know it totally took her a good five minutes to come back out ready to go.

Hope you don’t mind the small glare as she leaves her room for this. Hope you’re happy papa walkingstick.+

You’re a ray a sunshine. uwu

*He’s glad you’ve complied, you stink eyed brat. Atleast it’s in walking distance*  

imapotatohearmeroar:

I googled chickens wearing sweaters and I wasn’t disappointed

*As much as he’d like to dip into the bank accounts of the many identities he hoarded over the years, most of them don’t have much to begin with! 

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blu-tkrumble:

… Are you alive or are you just being mauled by a small animal?

*offers him the glass of water she had gotten for herself but hadn’t had a chance to drink yet*

*At the mention of small animal, Dolly cocks her head at Taylor from her very lovely pillow nest, as if on guard.* 

She’s a handful but I don’t think she’d maul me. I’m just a bit hungover. I’m gettin’ too old for this shit. *He accepts that water, god bless you you Saint in disguise* 

How’re you fairin’? 

(Source: theundercoverbrother)

queenslapnuts:

hope u like it

hon hon hon i am a spy even though im not french hon hon my name is carlton i have an afro and some fuck off buck teeth 

blu-tkrumble replied to your post: Praise the Lord, he’s alive. On Sunday, he’ll show…

*goes to check on Carlton*

*He’s nursing a wicked hangover, but you know, apart from that, he’s happy to see you! 

Grunts and hissing means come on in, pal!* 

queenslapnuts:

not gomen

*DISGRUNTLED BLACK MAN FACE,JPG* 

*Frowns in a distance*

queenslapnuts:

AYUDAME I really need 100 dollars by May 10th to pay for this trip I’ve been invited to.

You’d think the cost’d be covered, but funding and stuff blahblah 

So I’m throwing commissions at your face. I don’t have paypal so the only way I can get the money is through snail mail. If you’re willing to swap addresses and paying first (I’ve had an incident where someone never paid me =__=) you can help me. I can also mail it to you if it’s drawn on paper if you want! 

That’s 20 people buying sketches; or 10 people buying lineart, or a little bit over 5 people buy paintings, or however it’s gonna be, please, please help if you can!

Or signal boost! Signal boosts are good. Shoot me an ask or contact my Skype (Simsational1) if you’re interested! Please and thanks. 

Praise the Lord, he’s alive. On Sunday, he’ll show him just how appreciative he is, once he gets out of his life evaluation mode.  There’s just something about seeing… something of yourself listing your faults and fuckups whilst trying to brutally murder you that spooks you to the core you have your eyes glaze over from that thousand yard stare you kept up for a week. 

Carlton had his fair share of rock bottoms that he personally didn’t like being through back at in his face, for the purpose of mind games. Mind games that fucking worked, goddammit. All this fretting is going to kill him, and he’s not ready to meet all those innocents he killed years back, or the look of disappointment on Crissy’s, and many others faces for what he done. 

Surely he can fix all of that. He didn’t break that clone’s neck to not remedy his own damn life. It’s difficult, but surely doable, but his injuries are also on his mind as well. And you know what’s better than separate painkillers for back, neck, nose, and eye pain? 

Liquor. 

He registered into the motel under a pen name and hit the nearest pub for some liquid amnesia.

He sulks back in his motel room. That didn’t work as well as he wanted to.

yeah well fuck it i did have something in mind for carltons clone and him but its too long and boran really lmfao 

but after a huge speech to fuck with his mind like talking about shit he did in the past and trying to remedy that and stuff he was gonna ‘take his place and make amends for him’ he broke his collarbone again, stabbed him a few times in the shoulder, gave him a black eye and really fucked up his back 

carlton just snapped cloneton’s fucking neck there he killed him

i had ideas in mind for that but no enough time to write it and i dont feel all that motivated to write it unless someone was interested in it and i already know no one is, ahaha, so 

*~*~off screen showdowns*~*~