#tf2rp

[alisterbot]

do... do tf2 roleplayers still exist.... oughh... can anyone hear me...

[emotionally-unstable-technician]

-tech is minding his own business, tinkering on something with his back turned. Would be a shame if someone were to scare the hell out of him-

[moonjellybeans]

I decided to draw an old friend today. I miss him, and I'll probably use him for another project.

It's kind of been a while, but I think I remember how to draw his face well enough.

[ask-unmasked-pyro]

( @behind-every-mask )

Looking up, Dante smiled at the Sniper, noting the change in demeanor. He began to wonder how he had missed the attractive, yet steely gaze he donned.

Standing, Dante approaches Oliver, resolve in his eyes. “There’s a bar in town I’ve been wanting to check out. I wouldn’t mind if you came along.”

He hoped it didn’t sound too forward, knowing that it had been quite a short time since they had sat on the roof earlier that night. He especially hoped he didn’t sound desperate. If there was anything he hated being, it was desperate.

[italian-fire-starter]

"Can you come down please, so we can speak?"

Elli timidly made his way over in his pajamas.

"S-sorry. I can't have guests right now. Or, I'm not meant to. Besides, if Medic found out that I had been let out, or you'd been let in-!"

[rp-gunboys-blog]

Open RP Starter

Sniper layed atop his camper in the evening sun, watching on his back as the sunlight faded from the sky, revealing the stars that hung themselves in the sky above the base.

It had been about two weeks with the new team, and he had mostly stayed to himself except for meals, using the showers and the bathroom. He hated that everyone assumed he pissed in bottles, other snipers may, but Ricky sure as hell didn't. Any 'jarate' he threw was simply sun tea, which he often has to explain what that was too. Either way, a less disgusting yellow liquid, but he only threw the ones that had soured and gone bad.

Beside the point, it had been a while now and he suppose he should probably leave his camper and go meet his team mates. Maybe miraculously one would approach him. He might be socially inept but he was still a more affectionate person than most people thought of a sniper.

He adored people, but only if he could be on his own terms. Control the time they spent together, not be lead into things he wasn't expecting before hand. He was actually quite lonely. He wasn't anti social, just a bit... Selective. He needed to take things slower than most to expand his comfort zone.

He sighed, wondering if he ever would be able to just say hello to someone. One day maybe... He hoped so... For now he continued to watch the night sky as the heat lingered and slowly went to sleep with most of the natural world.

[hyperbali]

another redraw~

this would have been 2011, i believe? maybe 2010?

i was 18 when i joined the tf2rp group on tegaki, and bonnie is...a character fraught with old drama, so i didn’t want to think about her for a long time after the group kind of went their separate ways, lmao.

that said, were i ever to redo her in that ‘verse, i think it’d be fun to play up a few of her personality traits more than i did, and try to get a better handle on her love life and family issues than i’d had. hindsight is 20/20!

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

A weak whine pushed from dried lips covered in blood. The RED scout winced as he moved at a snails pace, which was unbecoming of a scout. The arrows that protruded from his right shoulder and both legs caused him intese agony each time he pulled himself along. Damn BLU sniper and his shitty aim, or could be the other had made sure to hurt the scout enough to cause him as much pain as possible before finally bleeding out. To be honest he was waiting with baited breath that the sniper would appear and finish him off like some wounded deer he'd shot and left to hobble off, exerting itself to near exhaustion so that the hunter just followed the trail of blood and claimed his prize.

Vash let out another painful whine before stopping and leaning against a wall. He'd drug himself down into one of the drainage trenches close to RED, hoping someone on RED would find him. Just not a Medic, he prayed it wasn't a Medic. Footsteps then, picking up his broken guitar neck, the only weapon he had since he'd dropped his others. Wetting his lips waiting for whoever it was to show their face. "Yew dunn scare meh, I ain't gonna die today.."