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Maddening Mission - Chapter 2

Originally, there was gonna be cover art here like i did for my first fic. But yall aren’t getting shit now for the sole reason of im lazy.

Obligatory ping of the au author: @coolfireguy73

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POW!

Another shot hit the ground near the two. This time, though, they saw where the shot was fired from. It was from on top of a building approximately 50 meters away. The two bolted up and Bomber shouted an order.

“Split and cut!” The two bolted in opposing directions perpendicular to the building the shooter was standing on top of, planning to circle around to block an escape. While Seeker could just run and be fast, Bomber had to put in a bit more effort. He pulled out one of his utility bombs and threw it upward with minimal effort. Exactly a second later he leaped upward as the bomb exploded and propelled himself off a piece of shrapnel.

He grabbed onto a ladder anchored onto the side of the building. He quickly climbed up and pushed himself forward using the side of the roof. He pulled out a pistol on his side and pointed it at the surrendering man. After a few seconds Seeker finished climbing the opposite brick wall and joined him at his friend’s side.

The man they stopped appeared to be somewhere in his 40s. He definitely had the look of a survivor, with his cracked goggles and various mismatched clothes He looked a bit surprised.

“I don’t know who you folk are,” he said, “but yall should get out while you still can.”

“Nah.” Seeker pulled out a butterfly knife and twirled it around. “We got stuff to do here. But what’s up with you, eh? Shooting us and not even putting up a fight?”

The stranger sighed. “I thought you were one of them.”

“Well clearly not, eh?”

“Clearly.” He slung the gun across his shoulder as he got up. Bomber’s gun followed. The stranger didn’t care. “We’ve made too much noise here, we need to be careful. We don’t want them to hear us.”

Bomber lowered his gun. “‘Them’?”

“We gotta get to somewhere safe first. Follow me.” He turned around and started heading towards the ladder.

“Can’t.” Seeker put away the knife. “We’re waiting on someone.”

He briefly stopped. “I’m afraid they’re not coming back. Yall need to focus on livin’. If yall wanna live then you’ll follow me.” His tone was very stern.

“She will come back,” responded Bomber. “That girl is something else.”

Seeker jumped in. “Bloody right! She saved our bloody asses back there when we were ambushed by those mask guys!”

“You got darn lucky then. But your luck won’t last. It never does here. You gotta give up that pride or you wont last a night.”

Bomber stood his ground. “We are staying. Nothing you say can stop us.”

“...fine. Yall still have hope, I get it. I’ll keep watch to make sure nothing gets yall. But when the sun sets, yall give up or you’re on your own. And if you see a man with a bow and arrow, you run.” -- Another arrow skid by. It hit the tree next to her.

It knew where she was. That much was clear.

The lighting in the forest was too inconsistent to get a good view around her. It made practically no noise of its own, besides the light crunch of leaves, which she could barely make out over the sound of her own breathing. She needed to calm down.

Another arrow was fired. She quickly moved out of the way just for it to barely graze her cheek. She forced her breathing to normalize just to hear the bow being pulled back.

The entity was around 25 yards away. 10:30 o’clock.

She quickly darted behind a tree to avoid the arrow as it was shot. It continued to circle her as it pulled back its bow again. She dodged the arrow and summoned her steed and darted onto it. She practically slapped the base of its neck to make it take off. 

She has to get out of there.

--

The trio was all on lookout. Bomber and Seeker were looking out for Beastmaster, while the stranger was on the other side of the roof watching their backs.

Seeker thought this was fucking boring. They’ve faced a lot of threats in the past. In comparison, what they fought earlier was just a minor inconvenience. The only challenging part is that they can’t kill them.

He glared back at the stranger, who was paying no attention to them. How long has he been out here?

Wait, is he our client?

His brooding was interrupted by Bomber yelling out, “there she is!”

Sure enough, there she was, in the distance, riding into the clearing on her horse-deer hybrid creature. Bomber was already going down the ladder and Seeker hopped down from the roof. The stranger walked over to the edge of the roof. He looked both shocked and in awe that she actually came back.

She stopped next to the dead campfire.

Seeker was the first to greet her. “Ayo what took so long?”

“Had company. Got a good hit on me, too.” Her steed knelt down as she swung her other leg around, revealing an arrow deep in her thigh. “I can manage cleaning this up on my own.” Upon closer inspection, there was also a shallow cut along her cheek.

Bomber shrugged. “Whatever you say. Seeker, we should probably get some rations from the ship.”

“You have that little faith in me?” she muttered something and her steed dropped a rabbit with an arrow skewered through it straight into her hand. “I managed to stab it while on the run.”

“Woah... uh...” Seeker awkwardly stood around as she handed the rabbit to Bomber and took out some medical supplies, knowing damn well she’d get pissy if he offered to help. “Is that why you got shot?”

“Possibly.” She whistled to her steed and handed it a roll of bandages for it to hold, which it gently held in its mouth.

“You’re just gonna stand there and not help the damn girl?” The stranger, who had already climbed down the ladder and walked over, quickly rushed over to Beastmaster’s side. “Thats one nasty wound. You’re damn lucky that’s the only one. When I say I’ll pull out the arrow, and you’ll need to stuff a bunch of gauze into that wound. Can you handle that?”

“Um.” She was leaning away from the stranger, her cool composure completely gone. “Um, sure.”

Seeker and Bomber suppressed the urge to laugh as the stranger started looking for something. “Now, where’s the-” He came face to face with her steed. “Uh...” He looked at her. Then back at the steed. He slowly reached out and took the bandages from it. “Right... That’s something... lets, get you patched up.”

--

A couple minutes passed before the bleeding finally stopped. The stranger breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad that’s over with. Now, what in sam hell is up with you bunch?”

Beastmaster took a deep breath to regain her composure. “Never-nevermind us for the moment. We don’t even know your name.”

“Guess I owe you that. The name’s Dell Conagher. Would say its a pleasure but nobody should be here.”

She double checked her watch to confirm. Then she smiled. “Well then, Mr. Conagher, we’re here to help. We would explain, but I don’t think we’re quite in the state to do so this evening. Is there any place where those creatures won’t go for us that we can stay for the night?”

Bomber nodded. “Sounds good, we’ll explain everything tomorrow.”

Dell sighed. “Alright then. Yall follow me.”

~~~~~~~ yippee, it is done If you thought this this chapter was dialog heavy then you aint ready for the next one lol. It’ll pretty much exclusively be dialog and exposition. After that the fun can begin.

[mellowheartthecat]

oh god fucking dammit now i have a reason to continue it. shit tbh when I was writing it I wasn’t sure if I wanted to even post the first chapter since it was so reliant on someone else’s creation, but i did anyway since I said I would. Seeing that you absolutely approve definitely helps the ol’ motivation. Won’t make any promises that the next chapter will be out anytime soon though.

Cryptid Sniper, and some Engi/scout bounding

Still working on the Child mercs comic, but I figured I haven't drawn anything cryptid related in a while

Cryptid AU master post

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someone in a fanfic: s-stutters in embarrassment

me, closing the tab: sorry I must go

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godammit this makes me want to work on that one fic i made a singular chapter of.

Cryptid Sniper, and some Engi/scout bounding

Still working on the Child mercs comic, but I figured I haven't drawn anything cryptid related in a while

Cryptid AU master post

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maow

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Alright, I think I like tumblr now.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.

You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.

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First meeting perhaps?

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OMG is that a cryptid AU post ?! :O

Yeah, I don't know if I like this drawing but I'm in a bit of an art block.

It took me 3 days of tweaking to finally be at least a little bit happy with the result ;-;

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i fucking hate these guys (affectionate)

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fuck yeah heavy tf2

GUESS WHOS BACK, BITCHES????? YES, ME

MY FASE OF HEAVY WEAPONS GUY. I LOVE THIS BIGRUSSIANGUY, IM IN LOOOVE WITH HIM, I JUST WANT A HUG FROM HIM, EVEN IF HE KILLS ME, I WOULD BE HAPPY!!!!11!1! KEEP CRYING BEBY, NOM NOM NOM- OHM OHM

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dnad discord is dead so here’s fandom discord 2 electric bogaloo

You can come here to post your art and fics, or just to chat. We all welcome yall

https://discord.gg/ZZEKbnWtF6

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Swordvan hcs? (Romantic)

SWORDVAN (DEMOMAN X SNIPER) HEADCANONS

First I’m hearing of their ship name and I love it! Not a personal shipper of them, but always willing to do it for you! Kinda struggled with this so I hope it’s good!

- Demoman is the more dominant one in the relationship, and not just sexual wise. He tends to make the decisions, albeit sometimes they’re a bit wild.

- Sniper is very insecure, he feels as though he’s too “boring” for some as eccentric and loud as Demo, but Demo always reassures him otherwise.

- Uses each other’s class names in public, actual ones in private— makes it feel more special and intimate.

- Demo loves to trace Sniper’s scars (from pt. 6 of the comics) when they cuddle at night— they both find it relaxing and it helps them fall asleep.

- Their relationship is most likely a secret to the other mercs, but quite a few have caught on to how close they are.

- Sniper loves to hear Demo’s incoherent rambles when he’s shitfaced drunk, always finds it amusing and catches himself biting back a smirk.

- Despite how loud Demo usually is, when the two of them are alone, he quiets down and speaks very softly and lovingly, a complete contrast to his usual tone.

- Take turns sleeping in each other’s rooms— Sniper prefers his van over anything, but he loves the smell of Demo’s room. It’s Demo’s smell, and that’s why he loves it.

- Demo really likes to feel Sniper’s beard scratch against his own when they kiss, reminds him of how he scored such a handsome boyfriend.

- Not married, but completely willing to be. Refer to each other as work partners to others, although it’s obvious.

- Demo is mainly the big spoon when the cuddle, although they’ll take turns. Sniper likes the feeling of being in Demo’s arms, he feels engulfed and safe in his embrace.

- Sniper is bisexual with a male preference while Demo is pansexual.

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I will literally die in a positive way if anyone makes fanart for either of my hellish fics

Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

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yeah yall quit ruinin it for the rest of us

Unfriendly reminder that all you idiots being like "yeah just pirate media now, fuck corporations!" posting links and just openly telling people where to download pirated media are why it's so hard to find safe, working sites for it anymore.

I've been doing this shit for over 20 years and the availability has gone down as it's become more mainstream. The more you publicly talk about all these sites the less there are. Shut up. Tell people in private or don't tell them at all.

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hey I'm normal haha. um. what if u draw some more heavy and medic cuddling haha that would be crazy hahaha.........

HAHA THAT WOULD BE CRAZY….. *hands you these then runs away*

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out of frame it has a fucking gun i am dead this thing would not hesitate

I’m dead

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i told my boyfriend i was browsing tumblr dot com and he literally said “is that where you trade items?” ??? jerry sweetie tumblr dot com is not scrap.tf