A vow is only as good as a man's word.

Welcome to a side RP account for a BLU Medic OC, his timid assistant, a sniper and a Cat Scout. NSFW for varying reasons. Can be multi-verse, Semi-Selective, Duplicate/OC friendly, Not Mutual Exclusive. I always read rules and please no minors. main account in pinned.

[crossbowblu]

Side TF2 RP account to @dreamsofandroidsndrones so the same rules apply

Medic / Assistant Document

Cat Scout

Sniper

[nietdashi]

look whos back! Sheeeww-eeeh! I know, i will spare you guys from hearing the same monologue. Posting is still a big thing to me :,) just...JUST TAKE THIS TF2 THINGS I DID, GAAW- IM RUNNIN! (just posting here bc someone reminded me of tumblr)

(to that person... PLEASE START POSTING HERE, YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS)

[rp-meme-central]

Send “regret” for a starter where my muse is suffering from a hangover.

Send “hungover” for your muse to be the one suffering from a hangover.

Send “ruing together” for both our muses to suffer hangovers.

[wishfulsketching]

Remember: if you're hot, they're hot.

Hope knowing that makes the heat a bit more bearable

[crossbowblu]

//Jasper really is that "I miss my wife Tails" meme

[032elapsed]

bro r u okay??

[saykotwell]

don't care

[evangelina830]

Rocks when you lift up a bug:

[wishfulsketching]

Kid Demoman, Kid Scout and Kid Sniper! Inspired by the reference shared to me by @l-p-fraise

[snippy-snappy]

no thoughts only sketchy REDs and removal of (1) item of clothing

[voltrixz]

Realized ive been neglecting my tumblr, my bad guys here's cuptoast tomtord as sniperspy (sketches under cut)

[prajjna]

[crossbowblu]

The BLU would hear familiar frustrated and angry grunts and groans as they passed by the off limits construction area just off BLU base, an area that had been closed off for nearly a decade, and everyone agreed was never actually going to be remodeled.

If they decided to investigate the noise, they would find the old metal walkway that connected the upper stories of the two old building had finally corroded to falling, and laying underneath where it crashed to the ground, backside sticking out from a too small for his big body gap in the railing, was Roadhog. Barely saved from being crushed by an old truck that took the brunt of the crash, but the crumpled pickup was not big enough to keep the walkway from pinning him down, one arm broken and the other not enough to bend the railing trapping him in place or shove him out, though it was clear he was still trying by when shifting of his legs and the noises of strained effort.

Sadly all his efforts seemed to do was make his pants sag. Full plumber butt crack, his boxers covering a little but if he kept his struggles up there would be a full moon so big and pale that it could turn Lady. @hog-style

@hog-style

The crimson eyes mercenary had the time off to go explore the area and maybe find some hints or the like with stored files. Probably not and the possibility of sneaking in without being found out is inevitable. But getting mooned by some random man he's seen terrorizing BLU the rare few times he's been on the battlements? Not on his list of expectations. It's a little bit funny in a morbid way, standing there without much hurry or worry. Guess you could say Roadhog wasn't the worst mercenary to encounter for Jasper. Yet again he hasn't been in direct Interaction so far .

"Got yourself in... A bit of a... Predicament I...see"

[crossbowblu]

"Could have just... tipped me a soda... or not kill me.... for one round?"

Jasper has become a simple man yet a very complicated individual and is quickly wondering if he gave off the wrong impression. No wait- no wondering. Whoops. Sighs. Squints slightly in the semi dim lighting. God, his eyesight is a struggle these days. Sucks for someone that's supposed to be in his twenties.

Thinking he might regret this but figured he has nothing better to do, Jasper slinks to the nearest seat. Raises a brow at the set up. Huh.

"Not a bad ...place? You do this...stuff often?"

The semi-ex BLU asks, just genuinely curious. A bit nervous even since, well, never had this happen before.

[hog-style]

“There’s going to be a have a different sort of tip tonight.” The words sounded as threatening as the rumbling chuckle that followed it as Roadhog shut the door behind him.

“Not really, usually it’s at motel.” He shrugged, his bathrobe falling to the ground with the motion and within the first minute of his entry the RED was naked.

“Can tell you’re not used to this though.” Sitting on bed he spread his legs and motioned the man over with a beckoning finger. “You start usually by removing your pants.”

[crossbowblu]

Stares, body language reading off as lackadaisical. Obviously he isn't too worried about what could go down but then again he is just too fucking tired. As long as this dude doesn't give him the dissection treatment he'd live.

"Correction on the.... never part... It's been maybe...."

The smaller man suddenly trails off, a weird blank stare coming over him for a few seconds. Mind and sight briefly disassociating towards somewhere else. A distant flash of something that used to be before snapping back at being faced with a butt ass naked man.

"Almost thirty years.... Damn. No name or... Nothing first?"

[hog-style]

“You can give me a name if you want me to call you something, just don’t call me daddy.” Thighs spread he leaned back, casual and confident with the nearly monstrous dick between his leg already beginning to perk up, the cut cock frames by a soft trimmed white fuzz that trailed up his belly a little, but that couldn’t really be seen unless his belly was lifted.

“Come one after thirty years you must be desperate.” As a man who would moat likely die if he didn’t get his rocks off at least once a month he couldn’t imagine that kind of abstinence. “What you a priest too or something?”

[crossbowblu]

"Now that's just... Improper. Big RED seems .. too on the nose."

Not really. Jasper wasn't used to these sorts of blunt interactions. Dating that never went anywhere (mostly due to his own faults at his heart being pulled elsewhere). It's also so weird having to talk for so long since he re-begin this job. His throat is feeling dryer by the syllable having to speak so often.

Clears his throat, slightly crossing his ankles one over the other and trying not to stare. Maybe just a bit spooked if not also curious. This is much different than seeing another bloke showering.

"Me lacking.... interest has.... Broken off a lot of .. relationships."

An admission or a correction about being desperate. How can one be needy if he couldn't properly connect? The older man's question sounds more like a jab to the younger bodied mercenary . His scared arm aches faintly in the background of their conversation. Another one on the nose, making the sort of on and off BLU scoff raspily.

"I wanted to at... One point."

Partly Due to some devil snapping at his heels in those daily nightmares since he was "reborn" as a child with memories he couldn't grasp for nearly two decades. Though he was cursed or something before it all clicked. It's the only reason he is back with Mannco.

[theinashow]

Visit Original Link

[dribbleondo]

Am I sorry for making this? No, no I am absolutely not.

[m0drar]

Beautiful medic

[worst-wizard-ever]

homunculus's have feelings too

[crossbowblu]

The cat scout has found a very comfortable chair with a fluffy blanket trapped over it and is making biscuits like his life depends on it. Loudly purrs, tongue slightly sticking out with happy closed eyes. Hmmm. Yes this is bliss.