So many bullets, so little time...

This is a semi-selective RP blog for a Canadian RED Heavy TF2 OC. This blog may not be appropriate for minors at times [violence and adult content]. Follow at your own risk. Mun and Muse are 18+  Currently stationed: Teufort M!As active: None (accepting) Icon by: Me

[maple-syrup-heavy]

This is a semi-selective RP blog for a Canadian RED Heavy TF2 OC. This blog may not be appropriate for minors at times [violence and adult content]. Follow at your own risk. Mun and Muse are 18+

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[beecavegunslinger]

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The Engineer took the mug, smiling warmly. "Aww, thank you hoss. It smells delicious." He hummed, taking the first sip. "And it is, really appreciate it, partner."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Oh, good. It's a new blend I'm trying. It's cranberry apple tea, with a generous spoonful of cinnamon infused honey."

[beecavegunslinger]

He nodded eagerly, looking down at it. "I've heard that mix being in juices, but not tea. Man... those big companies are really sleeping on this. Good thing ya beat em to the punch." Colt chuckled, eagerly taking another sip with a warm hum. "You do realize I'm gonna want more, right?"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Oh yeah? It doesn't come in bags, but I can mix you a can and get you a good strainer. It's... not much different than the blend I use for my cranberry apple muffins. I might have a small obsession with fall flavors."

[beecavegunslinger]

"Heh, you're not the only one. It's a damn shame all the best flavors are reserved for a specific season. You're gonna sit there and tell me that those darned things can ONLY be made in fall?" It seemed the Engineer had some beef with big companies reserving some things for simply a different temperature.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Well, if you want fresh, you gotta get it in season and that season is fall. Buuuuuut... if you're fine with dried, can probably stock up in the fall and sell it at a premium in the sad spring months."

He winked and gave the Engineer a conspiratorial look. "In a completely unrelated matter, I might have cranberry bagels available in the spring."

[beecavegunslinger]

🫖

The Engineer took the mug, smiling warmly. "Aww, thank you hoss. It smells delicious." He hummed, taking the first sip. "And it is, really appreciate it, partner."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Oh, good. It's a new blend I'm trying. It's cranberry apple tea, with a generous spoonful of cinnamon infused honey."

[beecavegunslinger]

He nodded eagerly, looking down at it. "I've heard that mix being in juices, but not tea. Man... those big companies are really sleeping on this. Good thing ya beat em to the punch." Colt chuckled, eagerly taking another sip with a warm hum. "You do realize I'm gonna want more, right?"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Oh yeah? It doesn't come in bags, but I can mix you a can and get you a good strainer. It's... not much different than the blend I use for my cranberry apple muffins. I might have a small obsession with fall flavors."

[beecavegunslinger]

🫖

The Engineer took the mug, smiling warmly. "Aww, thank you hoss. It smells delicious." He hummed, taking the first sip. "And it is, really appreciate it, partner."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Oh, good. It's a new blend I'm trying. It's cranberry apple tea, with a generous spoonful of cinnamon infused honey."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Man, I love autumn..." he sighed, sipping a pumpkin spice hot chocolate before nibbling at a fresh baked cookie. "Nothing like cool weather, fresh pie and a fresh shipment of maple syrup when the leaves start to change."

[buzzkillgirls]

so. bad news. we have to keep going tomorrow. good news is that I’ll keep going with you

[maple-syrup-heavy]

@cherryficmc

Elias sat carefully stringing popcorn onto thread. He had always hated this part. The popcorn always seemed to want to crumble between his thick fingers no matter how careful he was. Worse, the moment it was up, the critters his team tended to bring onto base would just eat it. Yet, every year, someone insisted on popcorn strands and he'd drawn the short straw. Again. He was starting to think it was rigged because his team thought watching this was funny.

Sighing, he set aside the string and started on the next one. "Next year, I'm making the stockings. No more popcorn strings."

[wastelandtherapist]

“I still don’t understand this tradition… How did it even start?”

She chuckles, also trying to string the popcorn through the thread

“I get the gingerbread houses… it’s cute and you can eat it, strings of popcorn? It’s too much work…”

She sighs as the popcorn crumbles

“…at least we can eat the broken ones”

Helena adds with a chuckle

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"If you say so. This is nonsense. I'd rather have popcorn snowballs, but..." He sighed and dusted bits of popcorn off his trousers. "After this, you want to make hot cocoa and snacks? Someone else can hang this squirrel bait up."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"Hey, doc. What do you want for Christmas?" Elias had a rudimentary list put together. Everyone was basically getting stocking stuffers aside from a few of his favorite teammates. Medic warranted at least something small for keeping the team alive.

He pokes his head out of the dovecote that’s large enough for him to walk into. And he does quite often.

“Oh! Hallo, Herr Heavy! Vhat a nice…Uh? Christmas?” He pauses to think, Archimedes fluttering and landing on his shoulder.

“Coo.”

“Archimedes vants a mirror. Zon’t you Archimedes? Oh yes you do! You vant to zee vhat a pretty bird you are!”

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Bird mirror. Okay. That's one gift down. And what about you, doc? You need anything? Sweets? A warm scarf? A nice foot bath? A trip to the spa? ...Aftershave, maybe?"

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"I mean I zon't really vant for anyzhing."

He shrugs, fidgeting slightly with his rubbery gloves.

"Anyvays, zhe doves alvays deserve zhe vorld."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"If you're sure..." he said, offering the Medic one last chance to change his mind.

"I mean, you're the person literally keeping this team together." With an awkward smile, he rubbed the center of his chest over the faint scar from having the Uber installed. "But, if you change your mind, let me know."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"Hey, doc. What do you want for Christmas?" Elias had a rudimentary list put together. Everyone was basically getting stocking stuffers aside from a few of his favorite teammates. Medic warranted at least something small for keeping the team alive.

He pokes his head out of the dovecote that’s large enough for him to walk into. And he does quite often.

“Oh! Hallo, Herr Heavy! Vhat a nice…Uh? Christmas?” He pauses to think, Archimedes fluttering and landing on his shoulder.

“Coo.”

“Archimedes vants a mirror. Zon’t you Archimedes? Oh yes you do! You vant to zee vhat a pretty bird you are!”

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Bird mirror. Okay. That's one gift down. And what about you, doc? You need anything? Sweets? A warm scarf? A nice foot bath? A trip to the spa? ...Aftershave, maybe?"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

@cherryficmc

Elias sat carefully stringing popcorn onto thread. He had always hated this part. The popcorn always seemed to want to crumble between his thick fingers no matter how careful he was. Worse, the moment it was up, the critters his team tended to bring onto base would just eat it. Yet, every year, someone insisted on popcorn strands and he'd drawn the short straw. Again. He was starting to think it was rigged because his team thought watching this was funny.

Sighing, he set aside the string and started on the next one. "Next year, I'm making the stockings. No more popcorn strings."

[maple-syrup-heavy]

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[writeouswriter]

The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation

[rohirric-hunter]

One of my writing teachers in community college told me that the first step of writing fiction was to run a character up a tree, and the second step was to throw rocks at him. Words to live by

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

Vell, sonezhing I’ve learned ist zhat happiness is not in mein future!!

Und I’m fine vith zhat.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

Elias looked up just in time to see Medic standing up. The grin on his own face faltered a bit at the sight of the doctor's. "You, uh, you okay there, doc?"

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

Vell, sonezhing I’ve learned ist zhat happiness is not in mein future!!

Und I’m fine vith zhat.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"You, uh, you sound like you need a beer, doc."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"OoooH!"

"Hallo zhere! Vhere did you come from? Did I leave zhe door open again?!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Well, kinda? It wasn't locked... I was bringing by some seeds and treats for the birds and I kinda, well, I figured you looked a little..." He shrugged his massive shoulders self-consciously.

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"Oh hoo! Bringing zome treats? Oh?" He chortles, sitting upwards and almost leaning onto his desk.

"Zhough, Archimedes vas VERY naughty!"

"Coo."

"Zon't argue vith me! You know vhat you did!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

Elias just chuckled and held out a massive hand. In the center of his palm was about a tablespoon of fruit and seed bird treat mix. "Well, I won't tell you're spoiling him if you don't."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

The dove flutters over to him and lands on his thick wrist. Medic watches, and realizes he's staring.

"Uh-...Vell. Zhere...Ahaha. Vell..."

Another dove, a tan and somewhat beige mourning dove flies over as well.

"Oh! Zhat's Ilse! She's a good girl!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"She's certainly a pretty girl." One chocolate brown finger gently reached out and began to stroke the soft tan feathers. "I'm sure you have a bunch of feathered friends I haven't met yet."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

Vell, sonezhing I’ve learned ist zhat happiness is not in mein future!!

Und I’m fine vith zhat.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"You, uh, you sound like you need a beer, doc."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"OoooH!"

"Hallo zhere! Vhere did you come from? Did I leave zhe door open again?!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Well, kinda? It wasn't locked... I was bringing by some seeds and treats for the birds and I kinda, well, I figured you looked a little..." He shrugged his massive shoulders self-consciously.

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"Oh hoo! Bringing zome treats? Oh?" He chortles, sitting upwards and almost leaning onto his desk.

"Zhough, Archimedes vas VERY naughty!"

"Coo."

"Zon't argue vith me! You know vhat you did!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

Elias just chuckled and held out a massive hand. In the center of his palm was about a tablespoon of fruit and seed bird treat mix. "Well, I won't tell you're spoiling him if you don't."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

Vell, sonezhing I’ve learned ist zhat happiness is not in mein future!!

Und I’m fine vith zhat.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"You, uh, you sound like you need a beer, doc."

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

"OoooH!"

"Hallo zhere! Vhere did you come from? Did I leave zhe door open again?!"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"Well, kinda? It wasn't locked... I was bringing by some seeds and treats for the birds and I kinda, well, I figured you looked a little..." He shrugged his massive shoulders self-consciously.

[medic-on-red-deactivated2024120]

Vell, sonezhing I’ve learned ist zhat happiness is not in mein future!!

Und I’m fine vith zhat.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

"You, uh, you sound like you need a beer, doc."