#𓈒 hm 🐾 ⎯⎯ ferrettalks 𓎟 𓎟

[ferretanon]

(@tales-from-the-blu-team) The Blu Soldier was on shopping duty this week. He could use the time to clear his head and get some alone time. John cared for Pyro and wouldn't want to leave him behind..but Pyro could stand to be a little more independent.

Looking down at the grocery list, he decided to grab some things for himself.

( let me know if you want me to write a different starter, I was trying to go for something light hearted.)

Finny hadn't ever shopped alone before - let alone for himself; he furrowed his brow, unsure of what to say as he traveled down the various isles looking for something he couldn't read the name of his social anxiety shooting through the roof, making him stand in place for a moment longer than he'd like. Finny's ear twitched, and his tail stayed still as he practically froze up in the snack aisle, not even remembering why he was there.

“Christ..I wish yengie was here I'm nauseous..”

They took a moment to calm themselves down but not much, turning their heel to ask someone else how to function in this confusing store. They spotted the BLU and at first, their instinct told them to turn around but then they'd be here forever suffering from sensory overload and the cruelty of the florescent lights was driving them insane - with a trembling hand they stepped forward their steps quiet since it was the only thing they knew but they didn't want to startle the man. They cleared their throat as they tapped his shoulder and chuckled nervously, showing him their horribly written list, hoping he understood it better than they did.

“D..do you uh. Christ sorry. This, isle do you know where..the..frozen section is I..I can't.”

The note in question was a small sticky note with writing that looked as if it could only be read by a medical professional. Finny apologized for his sudden question as he tried to stomach social interaction long enough to leave this god-forsaken shop.

“Find it... wanted to make..pasta of all things although I'm not even really sure how to make it really I just kinda ... usually people cook for me and uh it's..”

They're a rambling mess, unsure of what they were even talking about, as they quieted themselves down enough to actually pay attention rather than ramble on.

[ferretanon]

Feed them bananas and computer parts other than they're like taking care of a regular dog

Can you watch the toastlings for me

of course !! ill take great care of them.

any special instructions? :0

[ferretanon]

A ferret? I used to have a ferret before she passed, due to unfortunate circumstances.

D: waa I'm sorry to hear that!! I'm sure you took amazing care of her at least and she appreciates that!

[ferretanon]

remaking our pinned post...so aheh..here!

Hallo I'm Finny or Ferret Anon!!

𓈒    hm      🐾      ⎯⎯      Ferretpics!     𓎟 𓎟      - Reblogging/resharing ferret pictures!

𓈒    hm      🐾      ⎯⎯      Ferretrambles     𓎟 𓎟       - Me rambling about things I like!!

𓈒    hm      🐾      ⎯⎯      Ferrettalks     𓎟 𓎟      - This tag is just when I answer asks ^_^

This is a ask/rp ( maybe mostly rp .... ) blog! - NSFW is fine but not out in the open! I'm very cautious - if adult isn't enough for you I am 20 specifically!! We sometimes talk about ourselves in the 3rd person sorry if that confuses you...

This blog is me ! main - mostly used to reblog things

This blog is also me! Art stuff I post it's not the best but y'know

You may ask for my discord :]

Mun is currently fixated on

- Tf2

- TLM ( the lego movie )

- Mouthwashing

Ah..that's about it...for now..

Here's a little ref/more info we made about us!

Finny is nearsighted - Uses they/he interchangeably, mostly they, though - Transman! We love to see it - 5'7 naturally the heels add... nothing... Whenever we color this, they're based on a cinnamon ferret!

Finny is very hypersensitive, he won't let you touch his hands unless he just really likes you or you don't pose a threat...sorry toe bean enjoyers

[ferretanon]

Hahahah..strange i think never saw u there! HAHAHAHA pleasure to meet ya i am Assnon! Haha

-Assnon

This is the scariest ask I've ever gotten because I can't determine if you're talking to me with your ass or your mouth.....

[ferretanon]

They stared at him for what seemed like forever, just blankly listening to him speak, almost as if they had a million questions running through their head. They didn't break the silence even after he was finished speaking, just sitting there either dumbfounded or starstruck. Their expression was hard to tell.

They glanced over to the poster on the wall humming at the fact it was faded enough for them to hardly read it, they had to adjust their glasses just slightly to even recognize what it was - they hadn't seen it before but it was nice made the workshop feel a lot more cozier than it usually would be when he's tinkering away. They leaned back in their seat placing their hand underneath their chin as they continued to listen to him idly talk on.

After what seemed like an eternity of them just staring and thinking they finally uttered something, keeping their voice low enough for him to hear it.

Y'know...I just kinda assumed you were all named Dell - I don't know why but the same colored team colors always confused me - Not...NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH YOUR NAME I JUST. THOUGHT THAT'D BE A FUN LITTLE THING TO TELL YOU.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, heh. Don’t get that one too often, but it’s definitely somethin’ I’ve heard before.” Engie puts down his mug of coffee, chuckling heartily to himself. “Bit puzzlin’ to say the least. Took me a bit to figure out why.”

Rolling out a sheet of draft paper, he sketches out a little graph in the corner before moving on to his real work, a small piece of the puzzle he’s worked out on his own.

“From what I can gather, the ‘Dell’ thing started when a whole bunch of brilliant minds got compared to the Conaghers. Real bright folks, got popular by bein’ the Admin’s favorites. Brought somethin’ special to the table.” Spinning the pen in his hand, he gestures to a poster on the wall. Faded by time, but it reads ‘CREATE LIKE CONAGHER’ with a picture of Radigan Conagher. “Star peers, as it were.”

“…Heh, not like I’d call myself one. Flattered t’ think all of us fit under that label to ya, though.” Rusty takes another sip from the mug, hiding a sheepish grin beyond the rim.

[ferretanon]

Hello!

-Arson Anon 😎🔥

Oh hello please don't burn anything I'm incredibly sleep deprived and I don't know if I can put everything out in time

[ferretanon]

Howdy there.

They seem preoccupied with something, it seems good at least, their tail is swishing.

You hear a very faint “Hello!” in response though.

[ferretanon]

They don't say much, if not anything; they aren't even sure what to say in fact - they're left staring and watching as the man rambles as if he's just made a scientific breakthrough, and in an odd twisted sort of way, he has? They lean over the workbench, taking in the intricate and tiny details of what they'd just assume is a metallic hand, one they didn't think he put much thought into, but as they listened to his crazed ( ? ) rambling, they've come to find out this had been a long time coming.

“I see..or at least I think I see? How exactly does-”

They allowed him to cut them off, furrowing their brows as they observed ( or at least tried to ) observe where he was pointing and what he was referring to; it was a bit confusing, and the details made their throat run dry, but they didn't press any further than he allowed them too.

“Does it ever hurt, the phantom pain of it all, I mean. Do you think you can just replace parts of yourself with machine forever or do you think your arm is where you'll stop?”

Y'know you probably get this a lot but I'd really like to hear you just ramble about your gunslinger sometime, your voice is very calming.

- Ferret anon ( who's a little too scared to make an actual rp blog sobs )

" Well, if y'let me. " Engineer smiled as he rolled up his sleeve and slipped off his glove, proudly revealing the Gunslinger. " Now, this lil' beauty here, she's got a mighty unique construction, " he started, voice laced with pride. " My grandfather, he'd come up with these— blueprints, and I'd been tempted by the devil of innovation and created — this, a revolution. I didn't even know if it'd work, but I did it anyway. Cut the old one clean off. " There was an unsettling glint in his eyes as he spoke about the gunslinger, his grin almost manic. The decision to amputate his own arm sounded impulsive, even for him; as failure or death hardly fazed him — driven by a god complex bordering on madness. He was grateful it’d been a success, though that old stump ached now and then.

And he'd remembered the scene vividly: blood spilling onto the workshop floor, the slick warmth coating his arm as he desperately tried to stem the flow, tightening the makeshift tourniquet around his forearm while he wrestled with the pain of installing the prosthetic hand. The cloth gritted between his teeth as he fought to endure the excruciating agony that threatened to cloud his mind.

" She's built out of a specialized blend of titanium alloy and carbon steel. Real lightweight, strong as anything — durable enough to take a beatin' and keep on tickin'. " He gestured to each component with pride. " The fingers? Each one's on hinge joints for a full range of motion. Got a ball and socket for the hand so it has three relative rotations between segments, makin' it smooth and agile. Helps with anything from tinkerin' in the shop to throwin' a good punch out in the field. And inside, I’ve got these hydraulic pistons — customized, of course, to add a little extra force when I need it. Ain't just for show; those pistons let me put some real power into every swing. "

Engineer gestured to the delicate wiring along his forearm. " Now, the power’s where it gets fancy. See this? " He tapped a compact generator nestled into the back of his hand. " Runs off a custom lithium cell, wired up to a coil that charges with every move I make. Efficient, right? ”

Engie chuckled, giving the metal a gentle pat. " And, of course, I built in modular slots. Can make adjustments as I go… or turn the next poor fella into soup if he gets too close. "

[ferretanon]

What does this mean ...jimmy...what does this mean

What's your thoughts on cartoon horses

Polle 🥰

[ferretanon]

WOAW WHOA TREAT YAY TREAT

May I have one...no wait...2...treats

Hmmm sure, I don't see why not.

*hands you two ferret treats*

Don't eat them all at once.

[ferretanon]

“Nothing in particular I just like wandering around... although I probably shouldn't do that during the middle of a war huh...well regardless! I've met a blu you a red you a grn you a blk you and now...yellow! I'm just kinda collecting hard hats if you think about it..”

Despite saying this they make no attempt to reach up for his hat knowing the sacred bond between a cowboy and his things.

“If it's not too much to ask...does this mean you have a gunslinger as well? If- that's not too personal of me of course!”

“Hi there Mr engineer!! I've never seen a yellow one before! Sorry for my staring I just like the whole outfit you have on! Is it hard styling things considering you're in bright yellow all the time?”

They're hopping excitedly from leg to leg, seemingly engrossed with their own question, waiting for him to eagerly answer.

OH! Howdy there, bucko. I get the yellow thing a lot, it's kinda funny now I think about it! I wouldn't say it's HARD to style, since I don't worry 'bout that stuff all that much. I can see why it would be though! What brings ya 'round these parts, kid?

[ferretanon]

Aw, you remember the last time I was here :'D that's sweet! I've been.. alright? Been in a lot of workshops lately surrounded by too many eggheads...hope things are alright on your end! Heard your medic is uh.. going through it to put it lightly

Pokes you pokes you pokes you p-

Ah! Ah- ah! Ah! Stop it, please..

Oh! Hi, it’s you again! Hello! How have you been!

[ferretanon]

You talk a lot of shit for a guy who got his liver stolen in his own workshop I'm just saying..maybe you should keep up your defense sweetheart.

Why are you so filled with hate a smile would be nice

Welcome ta my team sweetheart, most o’ us ain’t the nicest.

4/15

[ferretanon]

NO, NO, AH, SORRY, I didn't mean to make you stop ! I am worried, but if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to ! ^^" May I just sit and keep you company, then? I brought snacks! Although I'm not sure if you can eat ferret treats...

They've already made up their mind before soldier can refuse, they're sitting down on the ground now.

Are you feeling alright soldier? Sometimes it's okay to have emotions!! It's what makes us Americans stronger!! But...I do hope you're alright

OH WOW, FERRET MAIL PERSON!!!!!! YOU ASKED ME THIS RIGHT AS I WAS WRITING A POST ABOUT HOW I WAS DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!!!!! I'M FEELING MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE WILL BE NO MORE POSTS ABOUT MY EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...EXCEPT THE HAPPY ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ferretanon]

I was just gonna give you a bottle!! I'm not allowed to drink so I thought I'd give it to ya no worries you'll figure it out!

We're not allowed to send you doodles D: aw man

Ye can send me pictures? Baw, I didnae even ken tha’ was somethin’ ye could do!