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@bushmxn-blog
So many people have left the TF2 fandom recently :( Reblog this if you’re still a TF2 blogger, artist, writer, anything, so I can follow you!
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STILL a TF2 writer and blogger. Follow me kids, I haven’t quit. (Just taking some time to do some adulting and have a kid and whatnot)
This is an RP blog, but I do SFM work, and write fics too. I just have a full time job so making time to do things is hard. I also play the game but y’know.
Something I made for @bushmxn as a thank you for buying me Kingdom. Hopefully you like!
I bloody love it thank you.
Time and Place: What is Appropriate Timing?
A novel by Red Team’s Medic.
A work that is basically, in summation, is a guide on random shit you can pull while in the middle of battle. 10/10 would read again.
I owed my friend an SFM Bushmed, so I made one. It’s not great by any means. But I tried my best. As long as she likes it, that’s all that matters.
Got a loadout, or a request? Contact me, and I’ll work on it for free. And feel free to add me on Steam. I’m giiorno (username), and if you can’t find that, look up Residentshitlord (custom URL). I’m Mr. Mundy! We can discuss things there!
I feel like they’d argue over something completely irrelevant. Like if Demo’s grenades could reach them up there, or how Scout would definitely break his legs if he tried to jump off from there.
I don’t care how agile you are, mate. A jump from this height can and will kill ya. And if ya make it somehow, I’ll kill ya myself for bein’ so careless.
A small request... well more like offer thing. For my friend @sogekihei-sama and @shipping-for-milk-tea. Took the defaults, and just put ‘em in a situation I could picture the characters in. S’nothin’ special. But I tried.
Got a request or somethin’ you’d like to see? I take requests! If you have a loadout you want me to work with, just contact me with the information, and I’ll hop right on it!
My friends were joking about me adding Luigi into it so they sent me a bunch of luigi’s to add. This is great. I’m a serious RPer, can’t you tell?
Put which one from the Cinnamon Roll meme my muse is:
musingsnmemesforhire:
Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure
Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll
Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you
Could kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll
Would kill for a cinnamon roll
Sinnamon roll
Reblog if your muse is NOT a virgin.
51 minutes into coding and chill and he sends ya this comic.
So… I cannot code and I want help dear god please someone help me.
Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.
51 minutes into coding and chill and he sends ya this comic.
So... I cannot code and I want help dear god please someone help me.
So I’m about to try to code a theme from scratch. Let’s see how well this goes.
Expect updates, mates.
Really good pictures taken in really inconvenient places.
Sniper: Lookie here, doc. Perfect angle.
Medic: How’d you manage to get up there?
Sniper: Used the Trekky’s sentry.
Medic: And how do you intend to get down?
Sniper: … Ah, piss.
This was goin’ to be added to that post of smaller things I’ve been workin’ on, but I’m a lazy bastard and would probably forget where I put it. More SFM crap, I suppose. This would be most of my loadout, minus the Dread Riding Hood. Can’t smile in a selfie when your face is covered, now can ya?
Got a request, or a loadout ya’d like to see me do something with? Shoot me a message, mate. I do requests, free of charge.
Really good pictures taken in really inconvenient places.
Sniper: Lookie here, doc. Perfect angle.
Medic: How’d you manage to get up there?
Sniper: Used the Trekky’s sentry.
Medic: And how do you intend to get down?
Sniper: ... Ah, piss.
This was goin’ to be added to that post of smaller things I’ve been workin’ on, but I’m a lazy bastard and would probably forget where I put it. More SFM crap, I suppose. This would be most of my loadout, minus the Dread Riding Hood. Can’t smile in a selfie when your face is covered, now can ya?
Got a request, or a loadout ya’d like to see me do something with? Shoot me a message, mate. I do requests, free of charge.
~ ➼ Starter for @bartender-by-day
∼ ⊕ ∽
He waltzes in and takes a seat. Swiveling a bit on the bar stool. Though he'd never admit it out loud, he got as giddy as a child when he got a chance to spin 'round on one of those. But he withholds the urge, and places both hands on the bar, looking towards whom he assumed was the bartender. Not feeling in the best mood, he’d made a decision before even entering the bar, that he’d get something strong enough to at least calm his nerves. That said, he reaches into his vest pocket, and tugs out a cigarette, patting himself down in search of his lighter as he spoke, the cigarette placed aside the corner of his mouth.
"I'll take a glass of the strongest whiskey ya got."
≪ All is Fair... ≫ | AU Thread
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The air seemingly chilled around the two, as the Bushman started in about his trophies. Those necklaces. A deceleration of blood shed at his hands. Closely tailed by a threat. While there was admiration for his ambitious spirit, the Medic knew that he might struggle to win, if they came to blows. While the Sniper discussed his carnage the Medic reached for a needle in his pocket. All he needed to do, was subdue the Red. Unfortunately time was not on his side. Before he could secure the tranquilizer in his hand a plum of smoke shrouded his line of sight. The German’s gaze snapped back and forth, desperately seeking a visual, but once again, Red was faster. There was no time to react. All he could do was fall to the floor with a harsh thud, his prisoner now on top of him, determined to choke every last bit of life out of him. The rage present, not just in his expression but in the force around his throat. It wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t speak. Frantically he reached for the syringe once more, but it was clear that if he were to survive this, he would have to talk the Bushman down. Now.
“Mick….Listen to me….”
His voice was horse. Both from the screaming earlier and the strain being placed by the other man.
“You need to under-…Understand…. If my team….”
He sputtered a bit more. His vision was getting blurry, His eyes began to water. However there was no thrashing. Every fiber of his being was beckoning him to fight. But he knew, that all of his energy needed to be focused on finishing his sentence.
“If they get ahold of you…. It vill be much vorse….. I’m all you haffe left….”
Weakly, he reached up and took ahold of the Sniper’s arms. The action was a method to keep him grounded in this plane. He couldn’t afford to pass out now. Looking into the Aussie’s eyes, he was pleading silently. Time was almost out.
“I’m zee last one….who cares about you.”
∼ ⊕ ∽
All of this will power to get his answers, only to watch his efforts crumble away... Humanity is such a fragile thing. Doubt can implant weakness into even the strongest of soldiers, and turn them into the weakest of men.
The air around him became ... calm. His breathing began to steady, as once clenched teeth loosened, to bore a small, weakly open jaw. The only person who cares about him... The only person.
As enthralled with rage as he may be, Mick couldn’t bring himself to give the finishing blow. On the contrary, instead, he loosened his grip, and stayed mounted upon his captor. Unfortunately, his back was to the window, so the moonlight wasn’t able to illuminate too much of his figure. Nothing of his facial features would be visible, at least not to someone facing the light source. But it wouldn’t be long before the doctor could at least feel the subtle droplets prickling upon what may have been his face, or chest... It was too dark to tell.
The gunman exhaled slowly... Not wanting to openly sob, or appear weak. He lifts his hand to his face, trying to brush away the tears streaming from his eyes, yet they just kept flowing.
“Everythin’ I ever loved.. Cared for, fought for... S’all DEAD. Why should I even bother livin’?”
Taking a moment or so to recollect himself, he falls silent. Was what the medic said true, was it a ploy? Did he really care? Even if he didn’t, what difference did it make? if the German in front of him was the only person who cared, or even claimed to care, why fight it? Worse come to worse, he’s lying, and it leads to the gunman’s inevitable demise. What a tragedy. Truly an outcome that the sniper would never dream of wishing for. (/Sarcasm.)
“Ya mean it, huh... that ya care fer me... ”
Your muse meets my muse at a formal dance party. Send “Why, Hello there.“ to catch my muses attention.
Originally posted by rouane
RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
