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"Who the hell are you?? An' what's the deal with the mask?" ((Hello there :3))
Cerberus doesn’t give a verbal answer, instead they squeeze the clown nose, causing a broken squeak to be heard.
Dhon glanced down at the honking piece of plastic, and he was tempted to burn the shitty thing off of the pyro’s face. “… Why are ya makin’ noises with that thing?” He demanded, rather peeved. “Its fuckin’ annoyin’.”
One last squeak. “Because it sounds funny. Problem?” An innocent head tilt with the biggest grin behind the mask.
My new tf2 rpg game is now up for beta download!
I posted wips on my rp blog kinda–a–big–deal and people seemed to like it. So here’s my wip up for download
I really want some feedback too <3
things you should know:
I don’t have my spy sprite yet, still working on him. SO currently hes a shadow you’ll have to step on and press enter
last mission is when pauling shuts up after doing a task for her
its not done so there are a lot of glitches
DO NOT SAVE (if you decide to download the full version when its done, you may fuck up files)
just restart if you get stuck, its small and doesn’t take long to finish
there’s a lot of grammar issues. its a rough draft of course
THERE IS A KINDA FUNNY EASTER EGG. If you find it and say yes, you’ll access it. I’m lame
There are two buildings I haven’t made yet.
Download from my website! There you will find more screenshots and a map
"Who the hell are you?? An' what's the deal with the mask?" ((Hello there :3))
Cerberus doesn’t give a verbal answer, instead they squeeze the clown nose, causing a broken squeak to be heard.
Dhon’s expression turned sour, and he glared at the weird stranger for a few seconds. “… Al-fuckin’-right then…” He muttered. “Thats creepy as all hell.”
A giggle from behind the mask and two more broken squeaks from the clown nose. “Name’s Cerberus.”
"Who the hell are you?? An' what's the deal with the mask?" ((Hello there :3))
Cerberus doesn’t give a verbal answer, instead they squeeze the clown nose, causing a broken squeak to be heard.
reblog this if your muse is not straight
Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.
More often than not, I have come across RPers in the community who seem uncomfortable, nervous, anxious, or who will downright refuse to RP with male muns because it’s “creepy”, “wrong”, and a whole slew of other unfounded, bases bullshit.
Male muns have as much right to RP on Tumblr as do female muns, as do anyone else.
Trust me when I say there IS a lot of hate tossed at male RPers on here.
[ Never thought I’d come back here, but here I am. ]
Everyone romanticizes the thought of creating OCs and original content but when you come down to it the truth is that no one else tends to give a fuck about all your hard work and love you put into these characters and your fan art/fics will get hundreds more notes than anything original you create. And that’s really shitty. Support artists and writers, friends, you never know when someone’s original characters and content could become your favourite new thing.
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14. Getting beat up
Spy grunted as he was shoved against the splintering wooden wall, craning his neck back as far as he could to avoid the snarling Heavy. He’d managed to stab the RED Doctor right before he hit the glowing button on his gun, and apparently the Heavy didn’t appreciate the lost uber. He wasn’t surprised to feel the fist dig into his gut, pushing the breath out of his lungs, or the matching one causing a distinct crack from his jaw. He managed to stay quiet for the entire beating, save the occasional huff or grunt, until the Heavy dropped him in a heap on the ground and left him to die on his own.
Just a regular weekday, really. He was content to lie there and listen to the rattle of his own breathing, until he heard the crunch of a different set of boots. A… Rubber set of boots. He squeezed his eyes closed. God, he’d rather spend an hour bleeding out than burn up at the hands of a Pyro. Maybe he wouldn’t be noticed…
The Pyro was carrying the Maul over their shoulder, various blood spatters covered their suit and mask. They turn the corner to see the Spy lying on the ground, eyes closed. Cerberus moves until he’s standing in front of him.
“Helllloooo…" They say in a sneering manner, swinging the Maul off of their shoulder to hold with both hands. "Seems we have a little Spoo trying to play dead. Hmhmhmhm." Even if they find that the Spy isn’t playing dead, they’re definitely gonna maim him.
"Magic, everyone!" They're holding the severed head of a BLU Medic and a blood spattered Maul.
“Vell. How nice.” The Brutal Medic gave a small smile at the picture before him.
Josef watched like a proud father watching his son do something extraordinary; he clapped. “Almost had me fooled,” He chuckled.
They crawl through the bushes until they’re directly behind Josef. Cerberus peeks out of the bush. “How was that?”
Whoops!
20. lose something important“ .. Oh.. Oh no, Oh.. Where’s my bible?”
Pure had been lounging inside for the sake of the rain, not wanting to make himself soaked. His eyes were closing, allowing him to doze in the sound of repetitive dripping outside.
The solid knock on his door had Bob running toward it, and thus he was apt to follow his feline companion, opening the door. “ .. Yes? Can I help you?” This certainly wasn’t a familiar face by far..
Their eyes go to the cat once the door open before going to the Spy wearing all white. “Uh.. does this belong to you?” They hold up the bible to show it to the Spy. “Found it lying outside.”
An open letter to the girl who saved me today
When I went into the store today after work, I had decided I was going to be brave. I had a pretty good day, and I wanted to reward myself with something I’d been eyeing for quite some time. Mens underwear.
I won’t lie, I stalled quite a bit before I slunk over to the mens underwear section, but eventually I wound up in the aisle looking over my various options. It was while I was trying to figure out what size I would be, that the man is all his socks and sandals glory came into the aisle. I barely had time to look up before he bellowed at me, “you fucking abomination”
I gaped like a fish while I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that yes, this was happening, and yes, he just yelled that at me. He said it again, and began to make his way towards me, very tall and very angry looking. All the clever things I wanted to say died in my throat and tears started pooling in my eyes.
Just as he was getting right up in my face, telling me about how there wasn’t a single god from any religion that would accept a piece of shit like me, you appeared at the end of the aisle. You ran towards us and put yourself between me and him like you weren’t a tiny 5 ft nothing. Then you stuck your finger in his face and told him to “shut the hole in his head that was spewing ignorance and hatred and get out because he wasn’t welcome here”. It was his turn to be the fish then, and before he could say another thing you shouted “GET THE FUCK AWAY” drawing the attention of shoppers who had been so conveniently hard of hearing before. He tucked tail and left.
You turned to me then, put the underwear I had dropped back in my hand and asked if I was okay. I was sobbing and could feel my face doing the ugly thing it does when I cry. I nodded, you asked me if there was anything else I wanted to look at in the mens section, I shook my head. You asked if I had anymore shopping to do. I huffed out that I wanted some bananas. You took my hand and lead me towards produce. You told me I was beautiful. You told me I would look so handsome in the underwear I picked. You helped me pick out bananas and told me my future was so bright and wonderful it was practically blinding.
You held my hand all the way to the cashier, and then outside. You asked me if I wanted a ride, I told you I’d like to walk, that I needed some time to cry. You stared at me very seriously, then hugged me so hard I could feel all me pieces coming back together. You said “I don’t even know who you are and I don’t care, I love you”
I cried all the way back home.
Thank you. Thank you for everything. For who you are, and for what you did. Plenty of other people passed by and did nothing, but you came in like a shining beacon and all I can say is thank you. You saved me when I was all alone. Thank you.
I wish we could track down this wonderful person!
Whoever you are, you ‘5 ft nothing’ hero, thank you for being an amazing, kind human being. I kinda teared up at this, ngl, and I want to hug you, too - as well as the teller of this tale, because OMFG!
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"Hud-DAAAAA!" the pyro waved, freshly picked flowers clutched in both his gloved hands.
They just stare back at the other for a moment before giving a small wave.
Go on Anon and tell us something about your life, your crush, school or job, anything- and my muse will give you advice.
Whoops!
20. lose something important“ .. Oh.. Oh no, Oh.. Where’s my bible?”
The Pyro usually had a habit of finding things that didn’t belong to them. You know, balloons, scrap metal and severed limbs remaining post warfare. Never really a bible lying about.
Cerberus picks up the bible, having half a mind to chuck it into oblivion, instead deciding to open it up and read a few pages. They read Genesis for a moment before the memories of being back in church as a child flooded back to them and they immediately drop the bible on the ground. A few deep, calming breaths before they pick up the bible again. They should at least find out who this belongs to so that they’re not stuck with it. They look around before seeing a house nearby. Well that’s ironic. Maybe it belongs to the person inside the house? Wouldn’t hurt to check.
They go up to the house and knock on the door a few times.
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