Rockets N' Wrenches

This is the home of Dill Colton, an Engineer, and Samuel Jackson, a Soldier. They work for Builder's League United and frequent many of the stock bases. Feel free to send an ask regarding RP ideas if you're interested in writing. *Some content may be NSFW Mod: theflyingtoasters

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20 TF2 QUESTIONS.

1.WHY DID YOUR OC JOIN THE INDUSTRIES? 2. WHAT TEAM DID THEY ORIGINALLY JOIN AND WHY? 3. WHY IS YOUR OC THE CLASS THEY ARE? DID THEY GET TO PICK? 4. WHAT BASE IS YOUR OC AT? WHY? DID THEY GET TO PICK? 5. WHAT IS YOUR OC’S FAVORITE WEAPON? WHY? 6. WHAT IS YOUR OC’S OPINION ON CROSS FACTION INTERACTIONS? 7. WHAT WAS YOUR OC’S FIRST RESPAWN LIKE? 8. HOW DID YOUR OC REACT WHEN THEY FIRST SENT SOMEONE THROUGH RESPAWN? 9. WHAT IS YOUR OC’S MOST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEIR TEAM? LEAST FAVORITE? 10. WHAT IS THEIR MOST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEIR CLASS? LEAST? 11. WOULD YOUR OC EVER CONSIDER WILLINGLY SWITCHING TEAMS? WHY? 12. HOW WOULD YOUR OC REACT TO A SUDDEN TEAM CHANGE? 13. HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO A SUDDEN CLASS CHANGE? 14. WHAT IS THE LEAST FITTING CLASS FOR THEM? WHY? 15. WOULD YOUR OC RATHER RENEW THEIR CONTRACT WITH THE INDUSTRIES, OR RETIRE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE? 16. HOW WOULD YOUR OC REACT TO A FAMILY MEMBER JOINING THE INDUSTRIES? WHAT IF THEY WERE ON OPPOSITE TEAMS? 17. IS THERE ANYONE YOUR OC WOULD TRY TO AVOID ON THE BATTLEFIELD? WHY? 18. DOES YOUR OC GET UPSET IF THEIR TEAM LOSES EVEN IF THEY DID GOOD ON THEIR OWN? 19. IS THERE ANYONE YOUR OC WOULD TAKE A BULLET (OR FLAMETHROWER, SAW, ETC) FOR? WHY? 20. LASTLY, WHY DID YOU THE MOD CHOOSE TO RP A TF2 OC?

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@rocketsnwrenches

doodlies! 

[al-jilani-asks-blog-blog-blog]

Reblog if you Skype as your muse

and you’re willing to RP over Skype if a partner drops you an ask :)

[yuudachimemes]

Reblog if you’re multiple ship, but also allow Polyamorous ships..

[brandtweermann]

it's worse than that...

[rocketsnwrenches]

Once Nick had settled, Sam put both hands around his shoulders and rubbed them, warming up the Pyro’s muscles as his face remained trained on him with a look of deep concern. There wasn’t much which could be done, or said. “You are welcome... You are our dear friend, you mean a lot to us. This is a difficult situation...” The Soldier paused, needing to take a breath.  “Yes, it is... If ya need somethin’... more’n coffee, jus’ say that word... Ya c’n stay here long as ya need ta... Ah c’n make some more space. Don’t gotta go it alone, not by a long shot.” The Engineer spoke from his position on the other side of the room, where he had a coffee machine set up on a table in the corner. By the looks of it, it was well used. And well stocked. 

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

[rocketsnwrenches]

“Thank you…” Sam replied, taking a tray in hand before deciding to forgo it and just pick the ham up. In a few quick bites, he’d eaten an entire left over ham, and started on some of the spinach.  “I think this should be plenty of provisions until tomorrow morning… No need to go to any trouble over me.” He seemed both in awe of and a bit apprehensive of the children. A reaction that he most likely would have anyway, however, he looked down at his hand…. then back up to Honey….  “They are very very… small…. They can’t take orders yet, can they?”

[tf2honey]

“You sure? I don’t want you going hungry.” Honey said worriedly, wiping her hands on her apron. At his question of the children, she shook her head even as Hans grabbed a lock of her hair.

“No, they can’t. They don’t even really understand words yet. Two months os a bit young for that.”

[rocketsnwrenches]

The large man leaned down, his eyes wide as he took them in.  “Two months…” He repeated, tilting his head to the side. Food was forgotten, for a brief moment. Maybe he really hadn’t seen children much.  “This should be alright. Though… I may require a larger bowl to eat the soup out of… Perhaps it would be easier to give me the pot.”

[tf2honey]

“I’ll hand over the big mixing spoon too. don’t want you burning yourself trying to drink it like a mug of soup.” Honey did as she was told and hauled over the large pot, wincing when Hans squealed in her ear. Rosie on the other hand, barely made a sound. There was something off about the girl. Her eyes were blank and slate grey.

[rocketsnwrenches]

“Yes, ma’am. I will be careful.” He assured her, accepting both items once they were ready. He sipped the soup thoughtfully, trying to think of what else he could say.  “It took Dill two weeks to re-calibrate his machine... Hopefully it won’t take as long to re-reverse this process... But I won’t push the man. I... wish there was some way I could help.” He sighed, tucking back into the warm broth, lapsing back into silence. 

[brandtweermann]

it's worse than that...

[rocketsnwrenches]

A pair of sturdy arms wrapped around Nick’s shoulders, pulling him close. Sam’s voice was quiet in his ear as he said, “I’m sorry…” He lapsed into silence and just let the Pyro express his emotions. Dill kept completely silent, not knowing what to say, what to do… It was just… sad… And disturbing. Suddenly, none of them were safe. Just like that, their “immortality” meant nothing. 

[brandtweermann]

The pyro cried uncontrollably for minutes, he was just grossly sobbing into that broad chest. After what seemed to be hours, Nick finally calmed down. “T-the m-medics figured it was due to h-his cancer…” he explained between hiccups.

[rocketsnwrenches]

As soon as that word managed to come from Nick’s mouth, Sam held him slightly tighter. A big brother meaning to protect the person he loved from something none of them could really fight against. He hated that disease. With a burning passion, hated it.  “I’m sorry…” Was all he could say, keeping him close. Dill knew now that there was nothing that could be said or done. That shared pain on his partner’s face told him he could remain on the sidelines. Though he stayed by Nick’s side should he ask for something, Sam spoke again.  “He fought a good fight. That’s all you can ever hope for someone… Do you require anything? That is within my power to do?” A crack was in his voice, and though the Pyro couldn’t see his face, his eyes were tearing up. 

[brandtweermann]

The strong tight hold was really what he had needed. With his face buried into Sam’s chest he only nodded at the man’s comforting words.

It had been a matter of time for Jack. And his time just came sooner than they had hoped. It was sad, but better for them. At least he probably went out on the field. A death worthy for a man like Jack. It was better than having him rot away in a hospital bed. Quietly Nick sniffled as he lifted his head to rest his chin on Sam’s shoulder. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight. Is all I ask for.” He said, his voice hoarse. Carefully he pulled back from the embrace to look at Sam and gave him a small smile. He was touched that his friends would care so much for him. The Pyro then looked at Dill and reached out for him, taking his hand and holding it for a bit, grounding himself through the engineer.

“Shall we go inside?”

[rocketsnwrenches]

“We will be here… We will not leave…” Sam assured, finally loosening his grip so he could allow Nick to step inside. The look he held in his eyes was pure unrelenting sadness. He found himself having to close them so he wouldn’t tear up.  “Come on… Ya… want… coffee? ‘R… tea? Somethin’… warm, ‘n calmin…?” The Southerner asked, giving Nick’s hand a squeeze to let him know he was right there. 

[brandtweermann]

Nick stepped in and put his stuff somewhere where it wouldn’t be in the way. With a deep sigh, pulling himself together. “Coffee, please… I’d like some coffee.” The Pyro moved to take a seat on one of the chairs and just hunched over a bit.

[rocketsnwrenches]

“Sure thang...” Dill said, slowly letting go of the hand, because he would need it to make the coffee. Sam had moved to stand next to the heating stove, a blanket now in his hands.  “Let’s sit next to the heater.” He said, gesturing with the blanket. “Coffee won’t take Dill long to prepare.”

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

[rocketsnwrenches]

“Thank you…” Sam replied, taking a tray in hand before deciding to forgo it and just pick the ham up. In a few quick bites, he’d eaten an entire left over ham, and started on some of the spinach.  “I think this should be plenty of provisions until tomorrow morning… No need to go to any trouble over me.” He seemed both in awe of and a bit apprehensive of the children. A reaction that he most likely would have anyway, however, he looked down at his hand…. then back up to Honey….  “They are very very… small…. They can’t take orders yet, can they?”

[tf2honey]

“You sure? I don’t want you going hungry.” Honey said worriedly, wiping her hands on her apron. At his question of the children, she shook her head even as Hans grabbed a lock of her hair.

“No, they can’t. They don’t even really understand words yet. Two months os a bit young for that.”

[rocketsnwrenches]

The large man leaned down, his eyes wide as he took them in.  “Two months...” He repeated, tilting his head to the side. Food was forgotten, for a brief moment. Maybe he really hadn’t seen children much.  “This should be alright. Though... I may require a larger bowl to eat the soup out of... Perhaps it would be easier to give me the pot.”

[brandtweermann]

it's worse than that...

[rocketsnwrenches]

A pair of sturdy arms wrapped around Nick’s shoulders, pulling him close. Sam’s voice was quiet in his ear as he said, “I’m sorry…” He lapsed into silence and just let the Pyro express his emotions. Dill kept completely silent, not knowing what to say, what to do… It was just… sad… And disturbing. Suddenly, none of them were safe. Just like that, their “immortality” meant nothing. 

[brandtweermann]

The pyro cried uncontrollably for minutes, he was just grossly sobbing into that broad chest. After what seemed to be hours, Nick finally calmed down. “T-the m-medics figured it was due to h-his cancer…” he explained between hiccups.

[rocketsnwrenches]

As soon as that word managed to come from Nick’s mouth, Sam held him slightly tighter. A big brother meaning to protect the person he loved from something none of them could really fight against. He hated that disease. With a burning passion, hated it.  “I’m sorry…” Was all he could say, keeping him close. Dill knew now that there was nothing that could be said or done. That shared pain on his partner’s face told him he could remain on the sidelines. Though he stayed by Nick’s side should he ask for something, Sam spoke again.  “He fought a good fight. That’s all you can ever hope for someone… Do you require anything? That is within my power to do?” A crack was in his voice, and though the Pyro couldn’t see his face, his eyes were tearing up. 

[brandtweermann]

The strong tight hold was really what he had needed. With his face buried into Sam’s chest he only nodded at the man’s comforting words.

It had been a matter of time for Jack. And his time just came sooner than they had hoped. It was sad, but better for them. At least he probably went out on the field. A death worthy for a man like Jack. It was better than having him rot away in a hospital bed. Quietly Nick sniffled as he lifted his head to rest his chin on Sam’s shoulder. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight. Is all I ask for.” He said, his voice hoarse. Carefully he pulled back from the embrace to look at Sam and gave him a small smile. He was touched that his friends would care so much for him. The Pyro then looked at Dill and reached out for him, taking his hand and holding it for a bit, grounding himself through the engineer.

“Shall we go inside?”

[rocketsnwrenches]

“We will be here... We will not leave...” Sam assured, finally loosening his grip so he could allow Nick to step inside. The look he held in his eyes was pure unrelenting sadness. He found himself having to close them so he wouldn’t tear up.  “Come on... Ya... want... coffee? ‘R... tea? Somethin’... warm, ‘n calmin...?” The Southerner asked, giving Nick’s hand a squeeze to let him know he was right there. 

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

[rocketsnwrenches]

“Thank you...” Sam replied, taking a tray in hand before deciding to forgo it and just pick the ham up. In a few quick bites, he’d eaten an entire left over ham, and started on some of the spinach.  “I think this should be plenty of provisions until tomorrow morning... No need to go to any trouble over me.” He seemed both in awe of and a bit apprehensive of the children. A reaction that he most likely would have anyway, however, he looked down at his hand.... then back up to Honey....  “They are very very... small.... They can’t take orders yet, can they?”

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

@tf2honey

The ground had been shaking in intervals all day. It wasn’t clear what the cause was, and they seemed to have no predictable pattern. Slightly after dinner time, they began again. This time, growing closer, and closer, and closer… louder, heavier… Until there was a mighty knock at the side door. A voice outside, sounding very much like Sam’s boomed.  “Miss Honey, I require assistance.” While he was recognizable and loud, it was a different kind of loud than what he usually sounded like. This time, he sounded as if he were trying to be quite. For whatever reason, it wasn’t working. 

[tf2honey]

Her twins tied to her back, honey headed for the door “Oh Sam! Thank goodness you’re alright. We’re having tremors and- what on earth?!” Having opened the door, the cook had come face to face with her friend, now doubled in size!

[rocketsnwrenches]

“We are experiencing technical difficulties with Dill’s machinery. I am told this is only temporary… But I am quite enjoying myself. I am a giant among men.” He sneered, flexing one of his arms. He appeared to be wearing an outfit made of many others sewn patchwork style together. Just a shirt and slacks. “I’ve taken down more REDs today than in a month of my career. We quite literally squashed the competition.” To emphasis his current state, his stomach growled audibly. Putting his hand over it, he winces. “But I am low on fuel. Can you help me resupply? I no longer fit in the mess hall… Or Dill’s workshop… Or anywhere else but the barn.”

[tf2honey]

“Oh dear, you poor thing. Lemme see what I can whip up. Are you okay with leftovers? The other guys didn’t seem hungry so I have the majority of dinner left over. Then I’ll get some stuff on the stove.”

She bustled around, pulling out an old, but still steady cart and piling food onto it. A massive pot of soup, three hams, enough steamed and buttered spinach to choke a cow. From her back, a little blond baby boy gawped at Sam. Were all people so big? He was even bigger than the massive man with the funny voice! He babbled excitedly to his twin sister at his side, detailing what he could see in that mysterious language babies use.

[rocketsnwrenches]

“I am prepared to eat whatever you will provide me. I am famished.” He watched her carefully, having to focus closely to see just who was accompanying her.  “You have... tiny humans on your back... You are... aware of them, correct?” He said, stooping down as low as he could so he was more at eye level. Thankfully there was an open space behind him allowing him to stretch out comfortably. 

[brandtweermann]

it's worse than that...

[rocketsnwrenches]

A pair of sturdy arms wrapped around Nick’s shoulders, pulling him close. Sam’s voice was quiet in his ear as he said, “I’m sorry…” He lapsed into silence and just let the Pyro express his emotions. Dill kept completely silent, not knowing what to say, what to do… It was just… sad… And disturbing. Suddenly, none of them were safe. Just like that, their “immortality” meant nothing. 

[brandtweermann]

The pyro cried uncontrollably for minutes, he was just grossly sobbing into that broad chest. After what seemed to be hours, Nick finally calmed down. “T-the m-medics figured it was due to h-his cancer…” he explained between hiccups.

[rocketsnwrenches]

As soon as that word managed to come from Nick’s mouth, Sam held him slightly tighter. A big brother meaning to protect the person he loved from something none of them could really fight against. He hated that disease. With a burning passion, hated it.  “I’m sorry...” Was all he could say, keeping him close. Dill knew now that there was nothing that could be said or done. That shared pain on his partner’s face told him he could remain on the sidelines. Though he stayed by Nick’s side should he ask for something, Sam spoke again.  “He fought a good fight. That’s all you can ever hope for someone... Do you require anything? That is within my power to do?” A crack was in his voice, and though the Pyro couldn’t see his face, his eyes were tearing up. 

[tlnkeringtexan-deactivated20171]

@rocketsnwrenches

“Ya alright down there Sam? Looks like ya mighta hit yer head.” 

[rocketsnwrenches]

Agitated, Sam stops rubbing his cranium and growls. “I did not hit my head. My head has been hit! I swear, if I get my hands on that no good goddamn Scout!” He turned around, shaking his fist at the lad laughing up on the top of the roof above them. He took his baseball bat and left, leaving Sam to stomp around without his rocket launcher. 

[rocketsnwrenches]

(Who is this 'fella' of yours Dill?)

Dill: “Uh... welll... Ain’t gunna name names... Ah mean, we only fooled ‘round once ‘r twice... jus’ good friends ‘sides that....”

[brandtweermann]

it's worse than that...

[rocketsnwrenches]

A pair of sturdy arms wrapped around Nick’s shoulders, pulling him close. Sam’s voice was quiet in his ear as he said, “I’m sorry...” He lapsed into silence and just let the Pyro express his emotions. Dill kept completely silent, not knowing what to say, what to do... It was just... sad... And disturbing. Suddenly, none of them were safe. Just like that, their “immortality” meant nothing. 

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

@tf2honey

The ground had been shaking in intervals all day. It wasn’t clear what the cause was, and they seemed to have no predictable pattern. Slightly after dinner time, they began again. This time, growing closer, and closer, and closer… louder, heavier… Until there was a mighty knock at the side door. A voice outside, sounding very much like Sam’s boomed.  “Miss Honey, I require assistance.” While he was recognizable and loud, it was a different kind of loud than what he usually sounded like. This time, he sounded as if he were trying to be quite. For whatever reason, it wasn’t working. 

[tf2honey]

Her twins tied to her back, honey headed for the door “Oh Sam! Thank goodness you’re alright. We’re having tremors and- what on earth?!” Having opened the door, the cook had come face to face with her friend, now doubled in size!

[rocketsnwrenches]

“We are experiencing technical difficulties with Dill’s machinery. I am told this is only temporary... But I am quite enjoying myself. I am a giant among men.” He sneered, flexing one of his arms. He appeared to be wearing an outfit made of many others sewn patchwork style together. Just a shirt and slacks. “I’ve taken down more REDs today than in a month of my career. We quite literally squashed the competition.” To emphasis his current state, his stomach growled audibly. Putting his hand over it, he winces. “But I am low on fuel. Can you help me resupply? I no longer fit in the mess hall... Or Dill’s workshop... Or anywhere else but the barn.”

[rocketsnwrenches]

My what big...everything you have...

@tf2honey

The ground had been shaking in intervals all day. It wasn’t clear what the cause was, and they seemed to have no predictable pattern. Slightly after dinner time, they began again. This time, growing closer, and closer, and closer... louder, heavier... Until there was a mighty knock at the side door. A voice outside, sounding very much like Sam’s boomed.  “Miss Honey, I require assistance.” While he was recognizable and loud, it was a different kind of loud than what he usually sounded like. This time, he sounded as if he were trying to be quite. For whatever reason, it wasn’t working.