They broke the mold when they made us.

Wallace Kemp, the original Heavy Weapons Guy. If you don't have a job for me, kindly fuck off. [[indie rp blog for Team Fortress Classic Heavy! He's rude af but I'm not, so you can hit me up ooc if you'd rather plan an rp instead of just dropping in.]]

[originalhoov-blog]

Ooc: soooo How about that shipping ?

i literally havent been on any of my rp blogs in well o ver a month but i came on just to say yes

if you want 2 ship w any of my rp blogs........ pls tell me. i probably also want to ship it

rather if you want to rp with any of my characters at all maybe shoot me a message on my main @handsomejackrussell because I’m gonna be purging them fairly soon. theres too many. so if you want to talk to one let me know before it gets thrown in with the purged

[originalhoov-blog]

"You're one of the mercenaries that came after my group retired..." came the offhanded murmur. "Anyhow, I'm David Washington, Original Heavy Weapons Guy. Who are you?" he asked, holding out his hand to be shaken. (theoriginalheavyweapon)

@theoriginalheavyweapon

He looked the stranger over for a moment before uncrossing one arm to shake his hand. “Wallace Kemp. Classic Heavy Weapons Guy.” Wallace seemed a little suspicious, but didn’t let it stop him. “What’re you doin’ back around here?”

[theoriginalheavyweapon]

“I don’t know any Conagher engineers. Our engineers name is Nikolai Firsov. And yeah, when I got here, I was filled in on what all happened. Can’t believe it though. They were both actually quite nice and hospitable to their teams. Though from what I’ve heard, Redmond could be very strict.”

[originalhoov-blog]

“Firsov. Heh. Well, makes sense you already got filled in.” He nodded, folding his arms back over his chest. “Yeah. My team’s the only one workin’ for the Manns anymore, technically. You got anything to do while you’re here, or you just waitin’ on Firsov to fix you up a new thing? If you need a gig, we could always use more firepower. Lost a few men recently.”

[originalhoov-blog]

"You have some nerve showing your face around here.. Did Grey put you up to this..? Or is this one of your own plans?"

“Aw, Babe, you don’t gotta pretend you don’t love seein’ my pretty face after spendin’ so long wasting time with these kids.”

[contractsandcorpses-a-deactivat]

The assistant didn’t hesitate to grab the gun she carried around at point it at the man’s face “I should shoot your ugly mug right here and now.. But I have questions.. Questions that you can answer” She spat, moving her revolver down from the killing shot and at his feet “Move it Classic.” Pauling warned 

[originalhoov-blog]

Wallace’s eyes narrowed, unfolding his arms from across his chest. His eyes, covered by his thick goggles, followed the gun down to his feet. With a snort, he swiped one giant hand at the gun, moving to snatch Pauling’s wrist tightly in his hand. His teeth ground together audibly. 

“...Nah.”

[originalhoov-blog]

Who's your favorite person ever? (Who's alive)

“Well, my favourite person ever isn’t alive.” He huffed. “But my favourite living person is... Well. Ben, I guess.”

[originalhoov-blog]

"You have some nerve showing your face around here.. Did Grey put you up to this..? Or is this one of your own plans?"

“Aw, Babe, you don’t gotta pretend you don’t love seein’ my pretty face after spendin’ so long wasting time with these kids.”

[originalhoov-blog]

"You're one of the mercenaries that came after my group retired..." came the offhanded murmur. "Anyhow, I'm David Washington, Original Heavy Weapons Guy. Who are you?" he asked, holding out his hand to be shaken. (theoriginalheavyweapon)

@theoriginalheavyweapon

He looked the stranger over for a moment before uncrossing one arm to shake his hand. “Wallace Kemp. Classic Heavy Weapons Guy.” Wallace seemed a little suspicious, but didn’t let it stop him. “What’re you doin’ back around here?”

[theoriginalheavyweapon]

“My Engineer did something wrong and accidentally made a time travel device instead of fixing a broken teleporter. Unfortunately, he’s here to, and the teleporter isn’t. Here, I have proof. I’m in the photos under Blutarch Mann’s command.” He replied, showing the other an edge faded photograph with him and his whole team in it.

[originalhoov-blog]

Wallace took the photo warily, an eyebrow raising as he looked at it. He glanced between it and the man in front of him a few times before nodding. “Well, how about that. Well, welcome to the future, I guess.” He shrugged, handing the picture back. Blutarch is dead, but so is Redmond. The mercs they’ve hired now are pompous and terible at their jobs. That’s really all you’ve missed. Say, did you--or, uh, do you, I guess--know an Engineer with the last name Conagher, or was he too good for merc work?”

[originalhoov-blog]

"You're one of the mercenaries that came after my group retired..." came the offhanded murmur. "Anyhow, I'm David Washington, Original Heavy Weapons Guy. Who are you?" he asked, holding out his hand to be shaken. (theoriginalheavyweapon)

@theoriginalheavyweapon

He looked the stranger over for a moment before uncrossing one arm to shake his hand. “Wallace Kemp. Classic Heavy Weapons Guy.” Wallace seemed a little suspicious, but didn’t let it stop him. “What’re you doin’ back around here?”

[tastytexan-deactivated20220514]

[malpractician]

LET THE OLD MAN SLEEP!!

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

Wallace plodded over and sat heavily next to the Medic. He didn't say anything, just sitting. Next to Ben. There.

@originalhoov

It spooked him at first when Wallace just plopped himself next to him, but didn’t react much to it.

“Wallace.” Ben nodded in greeting.

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

Ben reached up unconsciously to touch his mask for a moment, as if checking to make sure it was still secured there. Yep, still was. He let his hand drop back in his lap. “Pretty close? Of course we are.” Honestly, Ben never really gave much thought to their relationship. He and Wallace were pretty close, weren’t they? They’ve been through hell and back together…yeah, let’s just go with that.

Through blurred vision, Ben watched as Wallace fumbled with his helmet before placing it on his own head. He raised an eyebrow before turning away a tad, chuckling. He looked rather silly in it. “Sorry about that. I, ah, have a tendency to sound like that, I guess. But it’s a dull read anyways, you’re not missing much.” He rubbed the back of his neck idly.

[originalhoov-blog]

He smiled a little when Ben chuckled, glad to have made the grumpy little man laugh. It made him feel surprisingly good. “Dull? So does that mean you don’t have fangs or a Cthulhu beard of tentacles?” He tapped the mask thoughtfully. “Then why’re you hiding it, hm? I bet it looks as nice as the rest of you does.”

There was a moment before he realised what he said, and his face flushed. “I mean--uh. Like. You know what I mean. Right?”

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

Wallace plodded over and sat heavily next to the Medic. He didn't say anything, just sitting. Next to Ben. There.

@originalhoov

It spooked him at first when Wallace just plopped himself next to him, but didn’t react much to it.

“Wallace.” Ben nodded in greeting.

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

“It’d be a first if you didn’t.” He grumbled as the helmet was removed. Great.

“…Personal reasons. It’s a long story.” Personal, and it was warm. Great for the current season.

“Why do you ask?”

[originalhoov-blog]

“Just wonderin’,” he answered with a slow shrug. He turned the helmet over in his hands a few times. “I still never seen your face, though. I’d... like to. I like to think we’re pretty close, aren’t we?”

He hesitated, then put the helmet on his own head, over the bandanna. It was still warm. “I dunno. Sometimes you act like we’re not, so... I dunno. I’m not so good at reading people. ‘Specially when I can’t see their face,” he added with another little smirk, looking over at Ben.

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

Wallace plodded over and sat heavily next to the Medic. He didn't say anything, just sitting. Next to Ben. There.

@originalhoov

It spooked him at first when Wallace just plopped himself next to him, but didn’t react much to it.

“Wallace.” Ben nodded in greeting.

[originalhoov-blog]

“Ben.”

He put a giant hand on top of Ben’s helmet, humming. This is a friendly gesture. There was a little smirk on his face.

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

He cringed a bit at the hand being on his helmet. Friendly gesture? Hardly. Wallace was up to something.

“Can I help you with something?”

[originalhoov-blog]

“What, can’t I just visit a pal without wanting something?” A frown flickered on his face for just a moment before he lifted his hand, Ben’s helmet coming with it.

“Why do you still wear all this stuff, anyway?” He brought the helmet to his lap, looking down at it thoughtfully. “Thought you quit fightin’.”

[vintagemedicine-deactivated2016]

Wallace plodded over and sat heavily next to the Medic. He didn't say anything, just sitting. Next to Ben. There.

@originalhoov

It spooked him at first when Wallace just plopped himself next to him, but didn’t react much to it.

“Wallace.” Ben nodded in greeting.

[originalhoov-blog]

“Ben.”

He put a giant hand on top of Ben’s helmet, humming. This is a friendly gesture. There was a little smirk on his face.

[originalhoov-blog]

"The return of a champion. Where have you been, the old folks home?"

“Actually, I left to use up the last of my condoms before they expired. Your mom says hello, by the way.”

[concealedsquid-deactivated20231]

“ I wasn’t aware you liked having sex with corpses, Wallace. Very mature.”

[originalhoov-blog]

“Maybe it was her ghost. She couldn’t stop sluttin’ around just ‘cause death took her, eh?”

[originalhoov-blog]

"The return of a champion. Where have you been, the old folks home?"

“Actually, I left to use up the last of my condoms before they expired. Your mom says hello, by the way.”

[originalhoov-blog]

What’s good 😜 u candy cane cum guzzler 👅🎄DICKCEMBER🎄 is here and u know what that means ❄ HOE HOE HOE season has arrived 🎅 put on your rudolph pasties 🔴 pop ur peppermint pussy 🍬 and sit by the fireplace with some hot COCKLATE 🍆☕if u want to get RAWED 👉👌 under the mistletoe 🌿 this christmAss 🎁 send this to 15 of your sluttiest elves if u get 0 back 😔 ur an UGLY GRINCH👀 if u get 5 back 😌 ur a SEXY SNOWMAN ⛄⛄SHARE in 69 😉💦 seconds or you won’t be gettin dicked down 😱 in 2❕0❕1❕6

[originalhoov-blog]

“Didjy’all miss me?”

[brandtweermann]

“That’s a voice I didn’t hear for a long time. If you’re looking for Dell, he’s in his workshop.”

[originalhoov-blog]

Wallace laughed loudly, a hand coming down on the Pyro’s shoulder. “You kids are startin’ t’know me so well. Maybe I wanna fuck around with the rest of ya today, though, hm?”

[originalhoov-blog]

“Didjy’all miss me?”