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//He grumpy😠

#r6s #rainbow six siege #- alre ady grey ing - ( ; doc ) #digital art

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//Mask on/Mask off

#r6s #rainbow six siege #- alre ady grey ing - ( ; doc ) #- ho le in the por trait - (; fanart ) #digital art

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“I’m here, it’s alright.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #- ho le in the por trait - (; fanart ) #fanart #ins tinc ts (; kakpan) #sketch

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🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔

-柔らかい宇宙

#rainbowsixsiege #r6s #- t w in s -(; Iana)

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#r6s #- ho le in the por trait - (; fanart ) #Bandit #rainbow six siege

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//Gift for @demilitarised-zone , hope ya like it!🕷

#oc #r6s #ho le in the por trait (; fanart ) #digital art

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//Have a transparent Nem

#r6s #rainbow six siege #oc #//Gonn add the other tags later

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//Rat Designs

#r6s #rainbow six siege #st ra t chy gi rl(; OC)

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// So s oft

#r6s #rainbow six siege #rook #julien nizan #sketch #fanart

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please reblog this if you’re an active roleplay blog !

#Yall feel free to dm if interested #! #I got more comfortable with canon characters so

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

#meme #//specify muses pls

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Laughter roared through the club as Alex announced the arrival of their star, whereas Glaz was more quiet in his demeanor: A youthful smile here and a heavy pat on Maxim’s shoulder before they sat back down and remixed the cards. Though there was a certain knit in his brow as he peeked over. It traced under the table and all the way to his knee. A tint too colored to be a shadow, go figure if it was a knife or a bullet hole.

 Next they were to check just which of the bottles were not empty, or rather trying to prove Fuze wrong that they wouldn’t spend above their budget on alcohol. Timur meanwhile quietly pushed his half-full jug over to his companion, “Оставил лёд лиш для тебя [Left the ice cubes just for you],” he joked. They cracked nicely on the teeth, left a brash sound hes come to love. Tachanka meanwhile continued talking about that reputation of Kapkan’s and how they were watching from afar, not forgetting to mention the bet that Glaz lost.

“Макс, этот молодёж хочет ещё спорить[Max, this youth wants to argue some more,]” Sasha said while Glaz shook his head, ordering that favorite drink of the Spetz and some shot glasses. “Так скажи нам: Нельзя ли кролика вспоймать зимой? [So tell us: Can you not catch a rabbit during winter?]”

Glaz sat back, arms crossed before his chest. He leant his thigh against Maxim’s as he spoke, moreso to check if he’ll twitch or not, how much his face may contort as eyes squinted, “Выстрелишь одного, то остальные убегут подальше[You shoot one, the rest runs further.]” 6 cards were tossed to each side of the table, he delivered the first one to Kap. “Иногда не стоет наглеть, не так ли?[Sometimes, not getting cocky is best, no?]»

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Glaz’ tongue travelled over the upper row of his teeth as their gazes were travelling from live broadcast to his watch. A voice was announcing how many victims were left in the area for him. His eyes required some squinting to spot his fellow’s shadow peeking around corners, each little strategy of his documented like it’s Animal Planet, with a voice trying to read into his actions, ringing through the speakers to explain the recruits just what they were seeing. Maybe even scolding Maxim indirectly for not leading by the best example, not necessarily looking left and right when entering each room like he’s passing traffic, or taking the time to actually check on the ammunition. They all viewed it like such a science, wide eyes observing, thinking there must be a plethora of thoughts and experience behind his actions, they try to write down the moves, the sharp kills and turns in hopes mimicking them will be enough. There was a smirk on Glaz’ face as he shook his head, imagining ‘Now they think guns aren’t needed.’

«When lurking the targets into the blast zone, it is essential to leave the closed area: Any open window one can climb down from may suffice.»

08:45

He could hear Tachanka laugh, nudging his shoulder as he sipped.

Shrill music banged against their eardrums in the closest club they could find, robbing its shelves in Maxim’s name. Cards were tossed all over the place, Shuhrat groaning whenever he dropped some of his, and loosing them right before his eyes. Admittedly though, the 6th shot already had Glaz’ gaze blurry, not properly memorising what was on Tachanka’s from the corner. Praises were sung for Maxim as Tachanka talked about the full hall they could barely make out the TV from. He even commented Kapkan would have made a great teacher, which Shuhrat quickly called a debatable case, or something along those slurred lines. «На охоту когда пойдёшь?  [When will you go for a hunt next time?]», Glaz glanced to him with a cocked brow, meanwhile, trying to steal a glance over his hand meanwhile. Sneaky he was like that as he laid a card for him to beat. 

«А я думаю, не твоя очередь была добирать кролей? [Now that I think, wasn’t it your turn to get some rabbits, hm?]», Sasha wondered, which made blue eyes roll. 

«Winter is coming, they’re all hiding.»

«-Ленивец. [Lazy.]»  

A ‘pff’ left Timur.

     Kapkan insisted the debriefing wait as he was thirsty and hours past his drinking time. Mind you, he isn’t an alcoholic, it was simply his want to celebrate with his team. There were more days he went without a drip of the intoxicating brew than with it. Both the job and his own moral code kept him on a well balanced road of responsibility. The only thing that broke it was once the strong elixir reached his tongue and if his friends encouraged him on, he could go from sipping to chugging at the flip of a switch.

     “Друзья мои! Где ты?“ He called out, ignoring the angry curses of a pissed off Dr. Kateb behind him. His leg was still hurt, it would need medical attention, but that wasn’t a concern at the moment. He’ll get back to being a good boy tomorrow or so, unless the vodka didn’t numb the pain. It hurt like a bitch and was annoying as all hell but he’d forget about it soon enough. Blood stained but there were tricks to get those stains out.

     It was an overly excited recruit that told the hunter where his pals had gone, offered to drive him to. On the whole way there, still in uniform, Maxim recounted all the gruesome details much to his driver’s delight. The man was also Russian, eagerly soaking up as much information as he could until he parked. A hearty slap to the recruit’s back served as a thank you and that was that.

     Of course his Spetsnaz patches were covered before Basuda entered the club but he still drew the attention of damn near everyone there. “Опа! Вот вам!” The first person he sees is Alexsandr for obvious height related reasons. The person he makes physical contact with is Timur, in that both of his hands press down on the sniper’s shoulders as he grins with smeared face paint from pulling his mask down. “Ты оставил мне выпить?“ Maxim asked, pulling a chair over to join his fellow and seating it a bit too close to his favorite artist.

#- Vla di vost ok - (; Glaz) #- hunt er & hu nted (; Kapkan) #- T he wa lls can ta lk - (; RP) #//Its all good! If ya want translations lemme kno

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☹ ✦ ♧ - all three for Doc and Glaz! :)

☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours.

Glaz doesn’t like the nurses. Their uniforms too flashy and their smiles just a tad too plastered when they rush through the hallways.

He never felt that dislike until he’s had a checkup with Doc, where a sweet rookie offered him whatever utensils Gustave needed with that ever shining smile. The doctor may not have noticed it, yet it caused a knit in his brow. When she asked if he needed anything, he immediately declined. Because it’s Rainbow, they should focus on their jobs and nothing else.

Hypocrite. Why is he wasting time pointing out where there’s a bruise or a blue stain, when the Spetz were known for sucking it up all the time and not bother with checkups in the first place?

He was the one wasting time, not the nurse. Even if it was just to feel those gloved fingers across his arms.

✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury.

«Wheres the anaesthetic?!», he yelled as a hand covered Doc’s, both bloodied as he pressed it down to his abdomen. The other hand roamed frantically in his med kit, listening intently to the instructions given to him as beads of sweat contorted some of the face paint. Bullet shots in the distance. 

He kept his tongue when strange words wanted to slip out of it through his storm of thoughts as an arm soon snuck over Doc’s back, lifting him up once bandaids were applied. 

Glaz steadied him by gripping his arm, eventually just carrying him over his back. When Glaz was hurrying through the shattering hallways and bomb explosions to their extraction point, when he believed Gustave to be long out, he would mutter these words. They mixed with his heavy breath, creating something more desperate than he ever thought he could muster.

‘Don’t fall asleep on me now’

♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time.

He didn’t know the last time there was this much gel in his hair or black on him, neither the last time he enjoyed such a Galla, if at all. He didn’t like it all black ironically, wasn’t charming to him in spite of how well it suited his companion. Blue eyes wandered when he sees just how rich Gustave’s wardrobe must be to have shoes of such exclusive leather or gloves he could see the brand engraved in. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised. There was this much you wouldn’t expect from a native of Paris. He looks in the mirror once more, tilting his chin up, see if there were any uneven edges on his beard as he straightens up, and asks Gustave to check if he did the tie right.

He’s worn many in his life, and suddenly, found himself lazy with doing it properly now that Doc was here, even if it was just to watch those swift hands work around his neck and that mouth scold him for not ironing the suit properly.

#- Sur pri ses! - ( ; Meme ) #- Vla di vost ok - (; Glaz) #- Alre ady grey ing - ( ; Doc ) #//aye! Sry its late- #indiethatcher

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Nemae Moodboard

//Made by @demilitarised-zone, thank you⭐️!!

#ou t sid e (; ooc ) #- lur king - ( ; Nemae ) #moodboard

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//His face is handsome⭐️

#r6s #- ho le in the por trait - (; fanart ) #- lo st & fou nd - ( ; Maverick) #rainbow six siege #sketch #- ou t sid e - (; ooc )

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

#//specify muses pls #memes

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UNF - from Doc for whoever :)

Glaz

It’s his fault. He’s responsible for that surprised look on the doctor’s face as he paused writing his medical report. Timur doesn’t know how his side profile prompted him to lean forward, as he was looking at Gustave’s dark rimmed eyes, already tired from him being the 56th or so to have suffered injuries, as his blue eyes trailed the shape of his nose, the soft edges of his lips, that tint of his cheekbone.

So what? He does that to everyone, remembering their key features, reading their mood without them telling. He had only answered the doctor in forms of ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ to all his questions about the mission. It wasn’t even a romantic chat, just about whether he took care of the bandaids wrapped around his arm. He wanted Doc to talk more, let that barritone fill his ears as he may have sometimes even forgotten to answer Gustave’s inquiries. Because he got distracted.

Maybe that’s why Glaz doesn’t really remember what prompted the two to the door that his boots hurried off to with muttered excuses. Now he was facing that doctor, slightly looking down even as a breath was caught in his throat and his own eyes were wide. His face was stoic, as it always was as it tried keeping the tumult within him. He never let the doctor know just how much he was observed, how much he was watched over on the battlefield. His heart pounded in his ribcage when the distance wasn’t given, when he couldn’t take a break and focus on anything else but him, not letting Glaz hide under the armor of ‘protecting the doctor’.

So if the doctor demands answers, asks if he did or said something wrong, he may not realize how overwhelmed this sniper is from his face that close, from those gentle features that fit him so well, that he found himself drawn to without ever admitting. Bruised hands won’t let him forget that they brushed over Doc’s neck, shoulders raising as he leant forward, yet again. There’s a whisper against Gustave’s lips so hushed it could barely be heard between the breaks, because this one was Gustave’s fault. Not his, he refused to believe so.

#- Vla di vost ok - (; Glaz) #- Sur pri ses! - ( ; Meme ) #//There ya go!:D #- Alre ady grey ing - ( ; Doc ) #indiethatcher