beauty in all things

[HIATUS]BLU Demo OC RP blog FC: Kuzu-P from Girlish Number

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kritzhaus‌:

Folding his arms behind his back as he approached the other man, Ludwig squinted up in the direction he was pointing in. Upon seeing it, he let out a small “Ah.”

“I see the problem you are having, mein blauer Freund. Our hands are evolved for picking berries more than they are scaling flat surfaces–” The doctor raised a hand and splayed his fingers as if to demonstrate. “–But it can be done.”

“However…” His fingers shifted to a point, “I am working on something that could make it even easier.  Perhaps you’d like to be the first to test it? This appears to be a prime opportunity.”

The German left the offer in the air for a few moments before shrugging. “Or of course, I could let you in and you can try climbing from a window or something–but I can’t be sure that we’ll find one.”

Erik set his hands on his hips, listening to the doctor talk with interest on his face. It seemed like a fairly complicated solution to a much simpler problem, but honestly, he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested. He found himself wishing he was more mobile on a regular basis, especially seeing how scouts leapt and soldiers rocket-launched. Sure, he could use stickybombs to get high up in the air, but that wasn’t exactly a controlled form of movement.

Plus, he couldn’t use a stickybomb to reach the top shelf of his cabinets. It wouldn’t be a problem if he hadn’t lost his stool somehow...

“I dunno about doin’ that for this particular instance, Doc, unless whatever you’re suggesting is fast. Or unless you don’t mind the possibility of your wall blowing up.”

He stuck his hands in his pockets, turning to look at the doctor fully for the first time. “But otherwise, what were you thinkin’? I can help you test it out, as long as it isn’t, like, something super nuts. A third arm might help me climb but I don’t think it’d be great for bein’ a demoman!”

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"Hey, Heavy! You're tall, right? Yeah, you're tall. Can you give me a boost? Somebody threw chicken nuggets at my ceiling."

“A chicken nugget, what-” Rob blinked as he walked past the Demo’s open door after the man had called out, seeing the paint and glitter all over the floor and the man in question attempting to peel a paint-coated nugget off the ceiling. The man let out a disbelieving laugh, walking closer.

“Damn, Max got you good. This seems overboard, even for him.”

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barrelofbullets‌:

“Oh. Well, paint and glitter is kind of his calling card too so I just assumed. He’s always throwing paint grenades at people. Anyway, considering he told me he likes to put chicken nuggets into Demos’ boots, I’d bet my entire ass it was Max. Here, lemme-” He squatted down so the man could get on his shoulders so he could boost Erik up.

“He’s a Solider. He used to be on RED, but he got transferred to us recently. He’s a German guy, brown hair, glasses, has kind of a young face. If you get in a prank war with him, be warned, he has a bit of a temper, but honestly, I dunno how he’s react to getting pranked back. Seems like he took your little trap in stride.” Rob glanced at the butt-print on the Demo’s door.

“Paint grenades? Dude, how have I not met this guy, yet? It sounds like we should be, like, best friends. Paint and glitter are two of my favourite things--Oh, shit, thanks.”

He climbed onto the Heavy’s shoulders, reaching up to the ceiling--which he could reach, now--and started scraping debris off the plaster with a wide, flat chisel retrieved from his apron pouch. “Huh, I don’t think I’ve met him. I never really get close to soldiers on the field, so that probably explains it. If he’s with us now, though, he’s totally fair-game for pranking. Do you know where his room is?”

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An Un-Ferret-ed Success

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kritzhaus‌:

Ludwig knew that he’d have to find something to occupy himself for the next few days. People didn’t get injured during a ceasefire, which meant no excuses for surgery or his medical interventions.

Which meant he had ample time for other experiments. One of which he had been meaning to start human experimentation on for quite some time. But with most of the Red team preparing for their short leave, he found himself lacking in test subjects.

To combat his frustrations, the German decided that an evening walk was in order. And when he happened upon a Blu, part of him wondered if it was fate.

“Claws indeed! They would be useful.” The doctor made his presence known, stepping out from some shadows cast by the setting sun. He thought he’d heard someone out here. “But why would you want to climb this? Other than to break into my base, of course.” 

Erik visibly jumped when the doctor appeared, spinning around to see who’d appeared. The Medic didn’t seem actively hostile, though, so he dropped his shoulders back to where they belonged and gave the RED a smile.

“Oh, I’m not trying to break in, no worries. I come in peace, dude.” He left his grin pointed at the doctor for a few seconds more before turning back to his dud bomb, frowning up at it.

“Do you see that grenade up there?” He reached an arm up to point at it. “That one. That’s mine. It’s a dud. But it has a bunch of expensive parts in it, and also I didn’t want it to blow up your wall during ceasefire, because it might still explode without much warning.”

Dropping his arm, he glanced back over at the Medic. “But I’m not exactly built for climbing. I’d throw a rock at it to try and knock it loose, but that’s just begging for the thing to blow...”

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"Hey, Heavy! You're tall, right? Yeah, you're tall. Can you give me a boost? Somebody threw chicken nuggets at my ceiling."

“A chicken nugget, what-” Rob blinked as he walked past the Demo’s open door after the man had called out, seeing the paint and glitter all over the floor and the man in question attempting to peel a paint-coated nugget off the ceiling. The man let out a disbelieving laugh, walking closer.

“Damn, Max got you good. This seems overboard, even for him.”

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“Well, the paint was mine. I had a paint-and-glitter cannon rigged to a button under the welcome mat so anyone who broke in got covered. Plus it makes a sort of nice looking splatter, there. And he left a butt-print on the door. Looks like he has a pretty nice ass, too. But the nuggets are smelly, so I can’t just leave them...” 

Trailing off, he seemed to belatedly realize the heavy had said a name. “Wait, Max? Do you know him? I gotta get him back. He’s started a prank war, here.”

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“...The butt-print is nice, but who just has this many chicken nuggets to throw around?”

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Max had a huge Tupperware under his arm as he tried to sneak into the Demo's room. He had plans for the Demo's boots.

Max would find that the door’s lock was fairly easy to pick, or the door moderately simple to break down, if he preferred brute force. The room was cozy, full of plush looking furniture tarnished with multi-colored stains, walls covered in canvasses and torn out sheets of paper with paintings and sketches on them. And, of course, a pair of work boots by the foot of the bed.

However, upon stepping into the room and onto a paint-splattered welcome mat, he would find a pressure plate sinking down and a small cannon on either side of him activated. They both shot out a decent amount of paint--royal blue from the left, forest green from the right--followed by a little too much glitter for anyone’s comfort.

Once they were both empty, a piece of paper fluttered down from the ceiling. 

“CONGRATS ON BREAKING INTO MY ROOM! IF YOU LIKE MY WORK MOST OF IT IS OUT IN MY SHED. IF YOU COME BY I’LL SHOW IT TO YOU! -ERIK”

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An Un-Ferret-ed Success

A closed starter for @kritzhaus​

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the sky a gorgeous shade of yellow-orange. Erik took a moment to appreciate it as he wheeled a wagon of grenades out into the battlefield, launcher hanging loosely in his other hand. They had a few days of ceasefire coming up, so most people were off doing their own things, preparing for a few days off.

Erik, on the other hand, had just finished a new batch of firework-bombs, and he was pretty excited to test them out. He fired them off towards the RED base, watching them explode midair with a smile. Blue, green, red, purple, or--wait. The orange one didn’t go off?

That bomb still had expensive parts in it, and he didn’t want it to go off and the REDs to think he was trying to start a fight during ceasefire... Setting the launcher down in his wagon, he jogged off towards the enemy base to find the dud bomb.

He followed the trajectory, more or less, but at some point, finding a lost bomb became less about angles and wind direction and really just a matter of luck. The sunset was closer to purple by the time he found it lodged in the gutter, too high to reach. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at it, frowning. “If I could just... climb this,” he grumbled to himself, a hand on the rough wood of the wall. “I need... claws, or something.”

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(hey if any red medic wants to do an rp where you experiment on and subsequently fuck up a blu……… i have a boye for u. please message me or like this post or something………)

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i think i might just delete this character because he’s stupid and i hate him

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femgineeris‌:

She walked into the room slowly.

“So did a Balloonicorn barf on you? Or is this how you usually look?”

“What?” With a cock of his head, more glitter fell, and realization dawned.

“Oh! Haha. No. I was working on a new kind of bomb that explodes with molten glitter, but it wasn’t strong enough to kill anything.” He gave a thoughtful frown, a hand on his chin. “Too much glitter, not enough bomb, I think...”

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Erik stood in the rec room, looking thoughtful. The tips of his hair was singed again, and there was some soot on his face, but this time there was also a fair amount of glitter lodged in his hair. And his eyebrows. And his eyelashes. And all his clothes.

And a trail on the floor behind him…

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She’d been certain the glitter trail would lead her to Pyro and was shocked when she rounded the corner to find someone else.

“Uh, Howdy.”

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The demo turned around when he heard someone come in, another shower of glitter coming off into the floor.

“Oh. Hey!” He grinned, giving her a wave. “What’s up?”

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“I’m ready for annual physicals! I’m the picture of health!”

He gives a thumbs up, and in doing so makes it obvious that there’s a big lump in his forearm, by the elbow. It’s weird and purpleish and looks like a piece of shrapnel mostly-healed into his arm. A little bit of the metal poked out, and the skin around it was inflamed and possibly infected.

“The picture of health!”

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Erik stood in the rec room, looking thoughtful. The tips of his hair was singed again, and there was some soot on his face, but this time there was also a fair amount of glitter lodged in his hair. And his eyebrows. And his eyelashes. And all his clothes.

And a trail on the floor behind him...

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practicalsolutions‌:

“Most of ‘em I got are a bunch of westerns and cheesy sci-fi movies. If ya don’t like any of those, we could always fall back on makin’ art. I’m good at pencil but never really painted much before.” He followed alongside Erik, still trying to calm himself down so the blushing goes away.

“I like cheesy sci-fi movies! I think they’re neat.” The suggestion of painting got a gasp from Erik, and a starry-eyed look. “If you wanted to paint, I could totally set up a paint-da--er.” He cut himself off with a little cough. “A paint session. Maybe this weekend! It’s not about if it’s ‘good’ or not, it’s about having fun with it and making something you like.”

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@practicalsolutions (X)

Justin’s face flushed even redder. He was certain now that Erik is flirting with him. Whatever sentence he tried to formulate was sabotaged by shyness.

“Oh, Well.. Hehehe. Maybe- I mean..” You have to focus. Focus, or you’ll ruin it!“..So you wanna hang out? Like watch a movie or somethin’?”

Oh, wow. Erik’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He honestly hadn’t expected to get this far. He’d pegged it as a 70-30 chance leaning towards getting punched. So Justin’s cute blushy look was definitely a good outcome.

“Absolutely, dude. That sounds awesome.” He gently pushed off the Engineer’s shoulders to stand on his own again. There was a little flush on his cheeks as well, but it was hard to catch with how he kept moving. “You have anything in mind?”

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Send in * for my muse’s reaction to yours slapping mine on the ass 

Justin instinctively flinched and brought his butt forward so fast that he almost lost his balance. Nobody’s done that to him in a long time. When he saw who did it, he blushed red and chuckled and pointed finger guns at the demoman.

“Haha, I wasn’t expectin’ that. Ya got me.”

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Erik grinned, holding back a laugh at the Engineer’s reaction. He casually invaded Justin’s personal space again, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “It’s a good butt you’ve got there. Whatcha up to, dude?”

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“Thanks?” He slowly put his arm around the demo as well, only being careful in case someone saw him. There was nobody else. Only him, the demo, and his own crippling insecurity.

“I got done with everything I needed to do today so my schedule is wide open ta do whatever I want. You?”

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Erik leaned some weight on Justin as he spoke, still smiling widely. “That’s fun. Everybody always seems so busy around here.” He hummed, nodding. 

“Me? Oh, I never really have anything to do. Decided to just hang around, talk to a cute Engineer.”

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Send in * for my muse’s reaction to yours slapping mine on the ass 

Justin instinctively flinched and brought his butt forward so fast that he almost lost his balance. Nobody’s done that to him in a long time. When he saw who did it, he blushed red and chuckled and pointed finger guns at the demoman.

“Haha, I wasn’t expectin’ that. Ya got me.”

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Erik grinned, holding back a laugh at the Engineer’s reaction. He casually invaded Justin’s personal space again, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “It’s a good butt you’ve got there. Whatcha up to, dude?”