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[26-They/Them] Ask Blog, RP Account Occasionally Remembers To Draw ~ Stick It To The Mann ~

[tf2-punkpyro]

When a personal job didn't go as planned, I was forced with a choice. Working for "The Mann" or death. I've been a mercenary for awhile now, but the longer I'm here, the more of a mystery I unravel. There's clearly more to this than just a Brothers feud. Something mustve been in that office i was trying to burn. Otherwise, why else would they try to shut me up for good? I suppose, im lucky then, that they needed a replacement for their Pyro. But, no one can tell me what happened to them. Something is wrong with this place, it reaks of death for someplace you supposedly cant die in.

Only time will tell, and I'm not sure how much of it I have here.

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Welcome to my TF2 ask blog/fan account.

Text Guide

- OOC, uses this font

- Smokes, uses this font

I am open to rp, asks, maybe even a few drawing requests as long as you're respectful. I won't get to things ASAP as I've got a job and otherwise, but will do what I can to reply in a timely manner. Though with my desire to get into some darker concepts in my universe this blog may not be suitable for all viewers and this is your official warning. However, it is based on a game that already has guts and gore, so to each their own.

Im still thinkin of whether or not this series should have a name since its a bit of an AU concept? Smokescreen maybe?

Meeting The Team

Stories listed in consecutive order.

Meeting The Spy

Meeting The Engineer

Meeting The Solider

Meeting The Demoman

Meeting The Sniper

Meeting The Scout

Meeting The Heavy

Meeting The Medic

[tf2-punkpyro]

Have a wip before bed

"I was a real public enemy number 1! Your pyro is an eccentric with a flamethrower! It's childsplay against someone who knows the science and tactics!"

[tf2-punkpyro]

"The humid summers back where I'm from are certainly worse. But I'm still not built for any kind of heat. . . . Funny, considering I'm an arsonist right?"

Ooc: it got back into the 90F/32C with 50-60% humanity where I am, and it's nasty af. . .

[tf2-punkpyro]

Forward to Death

[jak718]

request Engie or spy being hot... maybe dealing with this crappy weather ... ty ❤️

Engie is so cute I wanna pinch him so bad

[zinanch]

Tango

[tf2-punkpyro]

Im absolutely cooking with some fan art/oc interaction eheheheh

Update: its been thrown into their inbox. Now i wait.

[tf2-punkpyro]

Maybe I'll do an art Raffle if I get to 50 follows

[xbeih]

[tf2-punkpyro]

"Yknow, some may call it stupid but, i refuse to target an enemy medic without good reason. . . ."

[mostlypracticalengineering]

ooc // open RP, go nuts

What a calm, peaceful night at the RED base. The moon is shining, there's neither a Soldier nor Scout stirring, really, it's about as lovely as a night you could ask for. Peaceful and quiet. Except for one thing...

CLANG!

"Oh, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna lay you out!"

At this fine hour, likely sometime past midnight, the RED Team's Engineer has decided that this is the perfect time to finally replace the failing brake parts on one of the team trucks. While it's calm and nice just about everywhere else, in Dell Conagher's automotive garage it may as well be war.

He's been beating on a stuck rear brake drum for the better part of five minutes, and as the rubber mallet clutched in his hand flies out of his grasp for surely the fourth time in that five minutes, he bites out a series of curses more suited for his older brothers as he kicks the drum furiously.

"Stupid piece of shit," he growls. "God, I hate these damn trucks, weren't never a bigger piece of shit than these damn trucks–"

Clearly, it's going well.

[mostlypracticalengineering]

"Reckon that's what he's best at, pardner. Plenty a' times he done snuck up on me, made me whack a finger wit' a hammer or drop a bolt into the abyss."

He shakes his head with disdain.

"Ain't that hard to knock," he says. "Still, he's good at what he does, so I reckon I can't complain too much. Damn glad he's on my side, that much is fer sure."

He chuckles, before taking a moment to clear his throat.

"But, uh, hey, 'fore we get too far off track – y'all got any other...burnin' questions for me? At this point, yappin's more appealin' than goin' back to this damn truck."

[tf2-punkpyro]

Pyro watches from the open garage bay. Their arms crossed with a tilted head.

"Did you loosen the gear on the back first? Otherwise, sometimes you can get a 4 way wedged between the drum and the wheel well and push it off that way."

[mostlypracticalengineering]

"'Fraid I've tried everything, pardner. We's doin' this Texas style, now. Watch yer head, maybe."

He shuffles past, awkwardly retrieving his hammer. He inspects it, before setting it on his bench and grabbing something less bouncy.

"Definitely watch yer head," Engie warns. Back to beating the crap out of it he goes. "So, y'all jus' droppin' by 'cause o' my li'l problem, or d'y'all need me for somethin'? I'm happy ta pause if ya need somethin'!"

[tf2-punkpyro]

"Well that fuckin blows. Anything i can do to help? Ive dealt with my own fair share of cars and otherwise once upon a time."

I step further into the garage. Moving out of wrench throwing range but still giving Engineer his space as I do.

"And no, i dont need anything. I just heard the familiar sound of someone at their wits end fighting an inanimate object. And figured id come take a gander."

[tf2-punkpyro]

Smokes got their nickname when they were found by Scout smoking a cigar in the spare bedroom they had on base. Of course, they're still not keen on their face being seen, and they promptly returned to sleeping in their garage with a loft.

[tf2-punkpyro]

[mostlypracticalengineering]

ooc // open RP, go nuts

What a calm, peaceful night at the RED base. The moon is shining, there's neither a Soldier nor Scout stirring, really, it's about as lovely as a night you could ask for. Peaceful and quiet. Except for one thing...

CLANG!

"Oh, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna lay you out!"

At this fine hour, likely sometime past midnight, the RED Team's Engineer has decided that this is the perfect time to finally replace the failing brake parts on one of the team trucks. While it's calm and nice just about everywhere else, in Dell Conagher's automotive garage it may as well be war.

He's been beating on a stuck rear brake drum for the better part of five minutes, and as the rubber mallet clutched in his hand flies out of his grasp for surely the fourth time in that five minutes, he bites out a series of curses more suited for his older brothers as he kicks the drum furiously.

"Stupid piece of shit," he growls. "God, I hate these damn trucks, weren't never a bigger piece of shit than these damn trucks–"

Clearly, it's going well.

[mostlypracticalengineering]

"Reckon that's what he's best at, pardner. Plenty a' times he done snuck up on me, made me whack a finger wit' a hammer or drop a bolt into the abyss."

He shakes his head with disdain.

"Ain't that hard to knock," he says. "Still, he's good at what he does, so I reckon I can't complain too much. Damn glad he's on my side, that much is fer sure."

He chuckles, before taking a moment to clear his throat.

"But, uh, hey, 'fore we get too far off track – y'all got any other...burnin' questions for me? At this point, yappin's more appealin' than goin' back to this damn truck."

[tf2-punkpyro]

Pyro watches from the open garage bay. Their arms crossed with a tilted head.

"Did you loosen the gear on the back first? Otherwise, sometimes you can get a 4 way wedged between the drum and the wheel well and push it off that way."

[xd-max-xd]

Aww she just wants to be useful! Totally not projecting onto her here why would I do that??

[tf2-punkpyro]

"Yknow, i realized something. You can tell how much of a fan someone is of the doc depending on what eyebrows they give him."

[yarshurdee]

FIGHT MEEE im @/yarshurdee on af