“Allt för medicinens skull.”

(TF2 OC roleplay blog) (Icon by Sacrxm on Picrew)

[medicetwork]

Etuate Okoro

Age: 39

Height: 6’2

Nationality: Swedish

Class: Medic

Team: Builders League United

Profession: Chemical Engineering

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[writersisland]

“You disgust me,” she mutters against his mouth.

“Good,” he breathes. “I’d hate for this to mean something.”

[mintprompts]

⋆˙ ⟡ Don't force yourself to do your drafts!

⋆˙ ⟡ Don't force yourself to tackle your inbox!

⋆˙ ⟡ Don't force yourself to reply to DMs!

⋆˙ ⟡ Don't force yourself to have muse!

⋆˙ ⟡ Don't force yourself; this is a hobby!

[jak718]

hi ! can we get some freedom fries perhaps ? :]

what are they talking about....

sorry this took long i was busy picking my nose and playing tf2 all day

[ameopteryx]

Demoknight

[eleniki]

yay i love experimenting with my rendering and i love being a multishipper

[hog-style]

OOC

((@medicetwork You fucking did this ))

[medicetwork]

I DID DO THID

[daily-tf2-engineer]

432

[medicetwork]

Vent moment

(Not particularly important or pressing, ignore if you want! Just wanna get this off my chest.)

I recently started anti-depressants which have almost completely killed my desire to roleplay. I just cannot muster up the energy to think up any compelling plots or brainstorm ideas effectively and it's soooooo bad. This on top of working for pennies essentially and living paycheck to paycheck has me going nuts.

I also think I just stretch myself out too thin. I always feel like such a horrible person when i plot something or start a thread and lose interest like after one reply. It's not because of any one person or character or writing style, I'm still trying to figure out why myself. I tell myself i wanna take a break but I'm kinda afraid i might never come back.

THAT mixed with like a lack of interest in any fandoms i love. From TF2 to Ace Attorney and then back again. I feel like I don't give myself any variety or branch out much anymore. It sucks :(

BUT

I do appreciate the mutuals that I have and how patient they are with me! And how they've put up with me for years at this point! I really to love you guys and value our friendships over the interwebs!!!! Okay thats it byyyyyye

[daily-tf2-engineer]

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[medicetwork]

For once Mako hadn’t been meaning to start trouble. Junk escaped his cage again and the rat had taken to hiding in Etu’s home lab, the little traitor having grown rather fond of Etu too. He had been in the middle of trying to chase after the rodent when he tripped and fell, knocking an entire shelf of Etu’s concoctions onto him.

Waking up his head felt hazy, the world feeling too big as his memory a weird warm fuzzy buzz as little Mako wormed his way out of the pile of fat he’d found himself in, his tiny lithe body squeezing easily though the shelves as he looked around, figuring he must be at one of the slaughter houses his family worked with if there was this much pig fat around him. @hog-style

Now...

Elsay knew she wasn't allowed down here. She knew it was a serious rule when both her father and bigger father enforced it but neither of them were here and she heard something scary downstairs! She would get to the bottom of it with super soaker in hand! She tip toed down the steps and peeked inside...

The first thing she noticed was little Junkrat dashing from behind a cabinet and up the stairs with a happy squeak. The second thing she noticed was a random fat kid sitting in the middle of her dad's lab.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

[hog-style]

“Uh…” Mako peered over, alarmed and then curious as he noticed it was just another kid. “I’m the janitors kid?” He lied as he attempted to push himself from the rest of the pile of fat, blood, and muscle that was on the flood around him. Upon closer inspection Elsay would notice he was actually really slim. This was a Mako before stress eating, and worry about when he’d actually be able to eat again had pushed Hog to a habit of over indulging that then became a love.

Short and slim Mako was far from recognizable aside from a familiar upturned nose and leather brown eyes that shinned with mischief. Face crinkling with disgust he was close to making it out before he realized he was naked. Noticing a blanket (his shirt) on the ground that must have feel off the shelf that had contained all these pig parts, Mako wrapped it around his waist before stepping out off the gore.

[medicetwork]

She stepped closer, getting a better look.

She wasn't sure what all this weird stuff on the ground was but she sure wasn't gonna stick around and clean it up. Eyes darting back to the other kid's she opens her mouth to speak but-...This kid he's-....Naked!

"AHHHHHH!" She squeels and shoots her watergun in all different directions(Every last one missing Mako) "Ew! Ew! Ew! Eeew!" She screams as she runs back up the stairs, leaving the door open for little Mako to begin his exploration.

[hog-style]

As shots fired Mako took cover, grimacing as he knelt behind some of the lard and looking down at this filth covered body wondering if maybe he should jump out into the line of fine, if only to get some of the blood and viscus off him.

Elsay had already ran for it however and he scoffed in annoyance at her ewing, but also made sure the shirt was secure around, him, wearing it like a toga as he glanced around before slowly climbing the stairs. Upon reaching the top he paused, astonished that what he had assumed was some weird janitors closet was actually a basement lab to a some fancy house.

Stepping out he looked around in aw, not sure what half the things he saw were about since technology had changed a lot since he was 10, but he recognized the sink as he made his way to the kitchen. Little bloody foot prints showing his trail through the house, too skinny to be Calvins and too big to be Elsays. When Etu comes home it will look like a little elf spawn in his lab in an explosion that killed Mako before going upstairs to wash the evidence off in their sink.

Grabbing the drying towel with his dirty hands —a sin most heinous, Mako got it wet used it to scrub at least the worst of himself clean, the shirt staying on as he cleaned his face and arms.

[medicetwork]

The owner of the home would make his way from downstairs. His heavier footsteps making his presence known long before he's seen. Only when he slips on one of the footsteps does he notice them.

...What on ear- No!

His mind races. These footsteps- damn who they belonged to. One of his children was hurt for god's sake. He immediately runs in the direction they lead, not ignoring how they originate from his lab. His face burns as he tries to keep calm and keep tears from coming. By the time he reaches the kitchen he's expecting to see a gruesome scene when all he sees is..some other child.

"Who-!...Grrn. Are you one of Elsay's friends?! To come over and make such a mess of our home. Do you have eh, no home training!?" He grabs the child's arm, inspecting him a bit first. He doesn't look hurt but he's certainly covered in blood...The smell is enough to say. He just hopes the boy hadn't seen anything he can't unsee.

"Answer me, boy."

[wishfulsketching]

i have never played tf2 but your art makes me want to play it

If the genre is something you like, give it a try! It's still so much fun and you can have amazing, friendly experiences there which you cannot have in any other game

You will also curse and cry and lose your mind because the other team has 3 spies and 3 snipers and somehow they're still winning

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

"Oh."

Send “oh”  and I will generate one of the following scenarios where your Muse stumbles upon… [[ alternatively, send a number! ]]

4: My Muse stretching their arms up, showing their midriff

The day had been a busy one. Considering her employer already had a full home, there was relatively little Johanna was moving in with them possession wise, leaving most things behind for her sister. But still, any move is a lot of work, especially when there are two excited children running underfoot and trying to peek into every box brought into the house.

When the last box is brought in, and its contents are found to be books that contain big words and no colorful pictures she watched as the girls went scampering up the stairs, smiling at Elsays bigger hand holding on to Wilmas wrist as the younger hustled to followed at the same pace.

"I think a little break is in order before I do any more unpacking." She said. She lifted her arms up behind her head. Stretching out from the wear of the day, and especially the last few boxes of books she'd carried in, oblivious of the way the edge of her blouse rose up with the movement, showing off an expanse of freckled skin of her hips and her stomach.

[medicetwork]

Etuate had just returned from the kitchen as she sat down the last box. In his hands he held two glasses of lemonade, he made it himself with little complication. He was actually rather proud of himself...

But he had to wonder why the kids insisted they weren't thirsty for such a delicious sweet treat. Over his turtleneck he wore a pink apron that read "Dad Knows Best". It had been a gift, one that he surely couldn't let go to waste. He nearly drops the lemonade as Johanna unintentionally shows off her enticing mid section.

Etuate had always made it a point to courteous and respectful with her, even with his muted affections toward her but...God, this made him feel like a young man again. Going hot at the slightest glance of a beautiful woman.

"I..Erm...Ja, well-..I hadn't expected you to start all on your own. I would have helped." His mouth moves but his eyes surely don't until her shirt lowers again.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

"Eh, it was mostly bags of clothes and boxes of trinkets and whatnot. Most of it wasn't too heavy. And if it was, it's my own fault for being such a bookworm." Johanna responded, her arms starting to lower, but pause when she looked over, taking in the bright apron protecting his always neat shirt. It's distracting enough to not notice the way he's looking at her.

"Oh, that's adorable." She said. And it's meant genuinely. The way he took his role as a father always warmed her. His dedication was one of the biggest reasons she'd decided to go for this arrangement, after all.

She stepped closer, glad for the offer of the cool drink. She still wasn't entirely used to this southwestern heat. "We do still need to get that bunk bed you bought put together, and that I certainly wouldn't mind having a hand with. Even if it means one of us puts it together while the other one distracts the girls from trying to be helpful."

[medicetwork]

"I would not mind at all. Frankly, I think they are old enough to help." He gestured to the ceiling where the girls could be heard loudly giggling upstairs. Etu then sipped his own drink- He's surprised at just how sour it is. Surely there was enough sugar...? Or perhaps limes were not a good substitute after running out of lemons.

He clears his throat, "I was er, thinking we might start on your room." Things between them had gotten so domestic, even in such short time. At the same time Etuate got bolder, more...in tune with his emotions. "The girls are..."unpacking" their toys and I need an excuse for you to take a eh, proper break."

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

“I think you’ll regret that.” She said with a small laugh. Though she’s not opposed to it. she’d It probably, as much as a pain letting the girls help would make it, it would no doubt become a fond memory for them in the future. She knew she had plenty of fond memories of her father letting her “help” with projects when she was little.

She does her best to not make a face when she takes a sip. Though it’s certainly far more sour than she’s expecting. Still though, it’s cold, and she’s hot.

“Oh you do, do you?” She replied, a hint of teasing in her voice. “I reckon we can start in there. I imagine there’s a chance we won’t get to the girls new bed tonight, so having mine room put together enough Wilma can sleep with me will be good. Wanna grab that box there and I’ll grab this last one I brought in. She set her glass down and picked up the closest box, leading the way up the stairs.

“It really was sweet of you to buy that set. It would have been expected for the two of us to share the spare room. By the time she’d be old enough to need her own space I imagine you and Elsay wouldn’t need me anymore.”

[medicetwork]

He did the same and followed her up the stairs. Etuate is pretty glad Jo can't see his face or else she'd see the frown forming at her estimation.

It's true...This had all been based on Etu needing a sitter. Now he's gone and gotten attached to her even while knowing that one day Elsay will be a big girl. She won't need Johanna forever but Etu might... "Who's to say? Even then, if you are still here by then you will er, be like family."

"I think you may...move on before that time comes. We are not an eh, how do you- ah, ordinary! We are not very ordinary, I think you get tired of us quickly..."

[wishfulsketching]

FINE

The full pic is in my Bluesky. I am still not happy with him but after all the trouble he gave me, I'm still posting him. Fuck it.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

"Oh."

Send “oh”  and I will generate one of the following scenarios where your Muse stumbles upon… [[ alternatively, send a number! ]]

4: My Muse stretching their arms up, showing their midriff

The day had been a busy one. Considering her employer already had a full home, there was relatively little Johanna was moving in with them possession wise, leaving most things behind for her sister. But still, any move is a lot of work, especially when there are two excited children running underfoot and trying to peek into every box brought into the house.

When the last box is brought in, and its contents are found to be books that contain big words and no colorful pictures she watched as the girls went scampering up the stairs, smiling at Elsays bigger hand holding on to Wilmas wrist as the younger hustled to followed at the same pace.

"I think a little break is in order before I do any more unpacking." She said. She lifted her arms up behind her head. Stretching out from the wear of the day, and especially the last few boxes of books she'd carried in, oblivious of the way the edge of her blouse rose up with the movement, showing off an expanse of freckled skin of her hips and her stomach.

[medicetwork]

Etuate had just returned from the kitchen as she sat down the last box. In his hands he held two glasses of lemonade, he made it himself with little complication. He was actually rather proud of himself...

But he had to wonder why the kids insisted they weren't thirsty for such a delicious sweet treat. Over his turtleneck he wore a pink apron that read "Dad Knows Best". It had been a gift, one that he surely couldn't let go to waste. He nearly drops the lemonade as Johanna unintentionally shows off her enticing mid section.

Etuate had always made it a point to courteous and respectful with her, even with his muted affections toward her but...God, this made him feel like a young man again. Going hot at the slightest glance of a beautiful woman.

"I..Erm...Ja, well-..I hadn't expected you to start all on your own. I would have helped." His mouth moves but his eyes surely don't until her shirt lowers again.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

"Eh, it was mostly bags of clothes and boxes of trinkets and whatnot. Most of it wasn't too heavy. And if it was, it's my own fault for being such a bookworm." Johanna responded, her arms starting to lower, but pause when she looked over, taking in the bright apron protecting his always neat shirt. It's distracting enough to not notice the way he's looking at her.

"Oh, that's adorable." She said. And it's meant genuinely. The way he took his role as a father always warmed her. His dedication was one of the biggest reasons she'd decided to go for this arrangement, after all.

She stepped closer, glad for the offer of the cool drink. She still wasn't entirely used to this southwestern heat. "We do still need to get that bunk bed you bought put together, and that I certainly wouldn't mind having a hand with. Even if it means one of us puts it together while the other one distracts the girls from trying to be helpful."

[medicetwork]

"I would not mind at all. Frankly, I think they are old enough to help." He gestured to the ceiling where the girls could be heard loudly giggling upstairs. Etu then sipped his own drink- He's surprised at just how sour it is. Surely there was enough sugar...? Or perhaps limes were not a good substitute after running out of lemons.

He clears his throat, "I was er, thinking we might start on your room." Things between them had gotten so domestic, even in such short time. At the same time Etuate got bolder, more...in tune with his emotions. "The girls are..."unpacking" their toys and I need an excuse for you to take a eh, proper break."

[amberandomly]

man I'm so fucking good at stock poses now 💀

[theblumedic2]

Ohh, I see you looking! >_<

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