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Can ya do engi and sniper attacking scout BC he said some brainrot stuff 👉👈
Here you go!
Scout was just telling me and the others about a new meal bundle at the local restaurant but we thought he was being gen alpha weird again (sorry scout!)
Child of Fate
For as long as Helen could remember, she was sick.
There was always something wrong with her. Her childhood was full of doctors coming in and out of her house, hands touching her forehead to take her temperature, sour medicine being poured down her throat, and sheets and stuffed animals being taken away for fear of contamination, never to be seen again.
It had become routine to her, at this point, but it had caught her off guard when she’d overheard her grandmother telling her mother, “She’s not going to live to be a woman, we might as well give up now,”
But Helen did not die.
Helen recovered and survived, but even then she never did feel quite right. She was always tired, always pale, and she couldn’t walk very well since her legs had never formed properly. She could never remember a time when she felt ‘fine’— she often found herself wondering what it was like to be ‘fine’. It was probably like heaven. She listened in on many of her grandmother’s conversations with the men she worked with, and each time she heard mentions of something called ‘Australium’. No one would tell her what it was when she asked, but somehow she knew deep down that it would cure her.
There were things she still wanted in life. She got a journal for her twelfth birthday, and on the first page she made the following list about what she wanted her life to be in ten years:
‘In ten years, I will have—
Someone to love
2 little cats (black and gray)
A school teaching job
My own child
Happiness’
Indeed, Helen had dreams. But what she didn’t know was that her mother and grandmother had already planned her destiny, long ago.
“Wake up,” Helen’s mother, Emily, gently shook her awake early one morning. “Silly girl, wake up, will you?”
Helen sat up, frowning at her mother when she saw it was still dark out. “But why? There’s no school today...”
“I know,” Emily took her hand and pulled her out of bed. “I should mention— you will no longer be going to school. Today we will begin your training,”
It took Helen a few minutes to realize what her mother had said, and she finally spoke once they reached the bathroom. “Training?” Helen felt worry twisting within her as her mother got her bath ready. “For what? And what about school? I can’t get a job without school!”
Emily laughed, turning to cup her daughter’s face in her hands. “Of course you’ll have a job! I’ve told you since you were a babe: you’re going to have the same job your grandmother has now,”
Helen had never actually been told this, she had just heard it in passing all her life. However, she’d never thought that it would really happen.
She didn’t argue, though, as her mother bathed her and dressed her in a brand new dress. After she’d braided her hair, Emily took Helen by the hand and led her to the coach, just as the sun was beginning to rise. The world was covered in dew, and Helen wished she could admire it a moment longer but her mother just tugged her along.
They arrived at the headquarters— Helen actually didn’t know what it was called. She knew it as the place where her grandmother worked, and she believed her mother worked there too, but they were both highly secretive about what they did.
Upon entering the building, her grandmother greeted her, smiling her usual wry smile as she took Helen’s hand.
“Good morning, dear sweet girl,” her grandmother, Elizabeth, crooned. Her voice somehow always reminded Helen of molasses. “Have you come for your training?”
Helen just nodded, and Elizabeth looked up towards Emily. “Today is finally the day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, thank goodness,” Emily agreed. “The sooner, the better,”
Elizabeth took Helen up the stairs and to her office, which was the most extravagant room Helen had ever been in. The wall paper had an almost glittery sheen to it, and there were plump, fancy chairs right beside the window with a table right in the center of where they were gathered. Elizabeth had Emily and Helen sit down, and then she called for a maid to bring them some breakfast to eat.
It wasn’t until Helen had begun to drink her tea that Elizabeth began speaking more seriously. “Now, Helen, your new job is that of an Administrator, here at this company we call Mann Co.,” Elizabeth paused to sip her tea. “Your job will be to manage and look after men which the company has hired,”
Helen tried to process this, before she asked timidly, “Manage?”
“Don’t worry,” Emily assured her. “It becomes quite easy after a while. It’s much like teaching— you like teaching, don’t you?”
Helen nodded, starting to feel a sliver of excitement. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Elizabeth went on. “You will also look for mercenaries to hire, and you will recruit them as you find them. Trust me, that is never easy, but with our guidance you will learn how to see the best parts of people,” Helen would come to understand, years later, that by ‘best’ she had really meant ‘useful’.
In the present, though, Helen thought this over. “Teaching people, and finding people...” she nodded. “I could do that,”
“Wonderful,” Elizabeth smiled with that tight-lipped smile of hers. “There is more too it, but those are the basic principles. You will learn more day by day,” she stood up, reaching for a file from her desk and handing it to Helen. “Take a walk through this floor, and while you do, look through this file. It has pictures, so you have a better understanding of what you will be doing,”
Helen nodded, taking the file. “Yes, grandmother,” she went to the door, before pausing and turning to look back. “And thank you,”
Elizabeth smiled again. “Oh, no, Helen— thank you,”
Helen walked around the hallways, just as instructed, and as she did so she opened the file. There were some rather uninteresting papers in there, like information sheets and a document labeled ‘conditions’, and since she did not care to read them she tucked them towards the back of the file.
A particular image captured her attention, though: a bar of what appeared to be gold laying on a table, yet there was a note added to it which simply read, ‘Australium’. Helen found herself mesmerized by the photo, pausing to get a good look at it.
“So that’s what it looks like,” she murmured aloud to herself. She would have to ask her grandmother how to get some, but for now she pushed the thoughts to the side and kept looking.
It was then that the trouble started. First she saw a photograph of what appeared to be a terrified-looking man tied up in a dark dungeon, while a mysterious figure loomed nearby. The caption read, ‘A man, before learning what the mercenaries to those who commit treason,’
This image gave young Helen an overwhelming feeling of unease: this had to be a fabricated photo, that man was likely an actor. There had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this picture, and yet she soon realized that her worst fears were, in fact, true.
There were more images, depicting people being hurt or in some kind of danger, usually involving weapons. Many of them were outside, such as one of a man about to be shot in the middle of the desert, and while she wanted to believe they weren’t real she just knew they weren’t. These men all had pure terror in their eyes, and their expressions made Helen want to sob. There was one picture left, and Helen hesitated before fishing it out.
This picture showed a group of men, all dressed differently, standing around something on a table covered in a sheet. Standing with the men was none other than Elizabeth, who had that same smile on her face as if she were posing for an everyday portrait. Beneath the sheet, Helen could somewhat make out the shape of a wrist watch, and the watch was attached to...
Helen slammed the file shut, feeling her heart pound. She felt sick, she could already feel her body start to get more and more closed in as the panic crept closer. She looked all around the vast empty hallways, checking to make sure no one was watching before turning and sprinting back to their office.
“No!” Helen blurted out the moment she slammed the office door open. “No, forget it! I don’t want people to die— I don’t want that!” She was nearly in tears, now, her lower lip quivering.
Emily stood up, a strange sort of sadness present on her face. “Helen...”
Elizabeth motioned for Emily to sit down. “Emily, no. I will deal with this,” she cleared her throat, approaching Helen. “What you’ve seen, child, is just a part of the job, one that we learn to accept,” she tucked her finger beneath Helen’s chin, tilting her head up to look her in the eyes. “In time, you will accept it as well,”
Tears welled up in Helen’s eyes, and she pleaded, “Please don’t make me hurt any people...I-I don’t want to!”
Elizabeth scoffed. “Oh, you have much to learn. The people you’ve seen? Trust me, once you get to my level of experience, you will learn one very important thing,” she leaned in close to Helen. “Those who work under us are tools, they aren’t really people,”
Helen covered her face and sobbed, her body quivering. Elizabeth went quiet, before turning back to Emily.
“What did I tell you?” She hissed bitterly at her daughter. “She cannot do this job! This is all your fault—!”
“Mother, hush!” Emily retorted, and she sighed. “I have an idea...”
Emily went to the desk, opening a drawer. Elizabeth watched her, and asked, “Do you believe she’s ready?”
“She is,” Emily lifted a small device out of the desk, and something golden gleamed from inside. She approached Helen, stopping beside her. “Helen,” she began after a moment. “Let me show you why we do this, what we’re striving for,”
Helen sniffled, looking up at her mother, and Emily just took her hand. She pressed the device up to the skin of Helen’s forearm, where a needle pierced the flesh there and made Helen cry out. It hurt, it hurt so badly, and yet it was instantly replaced by a warm feeling claiming her body. It flowed through her young form, and she suddenly felt lighter and calmer. She closed her eyes, and for a moment all she could see was gold.
Emily removed the needle, watching her daughter’s reaction. Helen opened her eyes, and it was then that she realized all of the pain she felt was...gone. Not even the pain from her various illness, but also the fatigue and any aches she may have experienced. For the first time, she felt fine.
Helen wanted more. She reached for it, but she mother held it above her, just out of reach.
“If you agree to work here, you may have access to this whenever you’d like,” Emily told her simply.
“Mother...grandmother...” Helen looked to Elizabeth for help, but Elizabeth just gave a nod.
“Your mother speaks wisely, child,” Elizabeth agreed. “Do what you need to do, and then get what you want,”
Helen looked down at her hands, noticing that they looked healthy and smooth compared to how dry and veiny they usually were. She looked back up, her heart aching. “But...I wanted my own dreams,” she swallowed. “I want to be a teacher...I want to have a family,”
Elizabeth knelt down again, looking her granddaughter in the eyes. “Trust me, Helen— once you’re training begins, you’ll learn not to feel a thing. These,” she collected the girl’s tears on her fingertip. “Will be a facet of the past,” she flicked the tear drops away. “And besides, soon there will only be two things you want,”
Helen sniffled, looking back up. “What?”
“Power,” Elizabeth began, picking up the glowing device. “And Australium,”
Helen looked out the window. The curtains were closed, but a little sliver of sunlight shown through. Emily took her hand.
“Sit with us, Helen,” her mother directed her back to the chair. “Tomorrow, your training will begin, and intensify,”
Helen obeyed— she felt she had no choice. Her grandmother passed her a cigarette, and she accepted it. As she lit it, breathed in the smoke, and then watched it leave her lungs, she kissed childhood and the future she might have had goodbye.
This was what was meant for her. Wasn’t it?
LET CUSTARD MEET EVERYONE ELSE!
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Here is Scout, Medic and Sniper meeting the kitten 😋
and here's a Bonus Picture
Here is me as a kitten many moons ago, i was so smol 😊
Teaching About Violence
Based on a incorrect quote i found on youtube 😁
ME AGAIN HAHAHA IM IN UR WALLS-/J
Kitty fanart! (And a comic to redo for me :3)
(This is based on something where the red team and Miss Pauling go on a vacation and Scout burns Spy's teddy bear with a match, but it ends up burning the whole hotel down, traumatizing Spy more.) (Tried to simplify it for you)
(The shaded bits are burns from the fire!)
Aww! thanks for the fanart, it's really good! 🥰 the comic is good too! 😌
The Results for the Poll i did last Week
So from these results, it seems peeps want me to keep uploading SFM pictures of ships so i will keeps doing that as i like doing it
it also shows that i should start doing meme recreation posts which i'm okay with doing too
i will still be doing requests of TF2 ships as they end up being quite popular and i'm happy to help peeps fan over their favorite ship (even when it isn't my favorite)
I'm curious on what other stuff you would all like to see as i put there as a filler, if it's something non-TF2 related, i have another tumblr blog where i post non TF2 related posts called 'emilythedog661' so go follow that for things like pokémon, mlp, marvel, doctor who, lazytown and other things but other then that, let me know what you would like to see
lastly, it looks like i need to post more of my OC Emily and the other OC i made as they seem to be the least popular, i will try and do something but if you have any suggestions on what i can do with the OC characters to help them get more popular, i love to know.
That's all and it was interesting what you all had to say, anyway, see you all next time 😋
The Last Part of 'Beach Day!'
Sorry for the sudden time gap between the last part and this part, explication in the last panel
Link to Part 5
Protecting the Others from da Monster
This is based on the dream that i had the other day, i recreated it the best i could and i think it turn out okay 😋
