#TF2 OC

[another-delta-lover]

They makeme so sick i wanna die

I need them killed.now

[dixenjackal]

Woah tf2 oc post?? The guy staring at scout is named Tunnel Rat and I love him dearly

Other recent doodles below ⬇️

[mysteryjunoskulls]

hi would you make something featuring sniper and spy please? really nice SFM work by the way!!

FINALLY SQUEEZED IT IN BUT HERE!

Have some Were-sniper getting bothered by a pink sniper loving sissy

[magpye-xio]

I have a headcanon about Hamsel:

Since the experiment, he Is scared of Cats and others predators that Attack birds

"Aheh... well no, not really... If I managed to successfully turn into a bird, then yes.

Zhe only time I'm actually terrified of predators is if they're too close to my birds."

[ranger-la-criatura]

"This woife of moine..."

Local creature orders some takeout while her husband watches in horror and slight exasperation.

They're getting some cheeseburgers together.

[crtlsinnr]

sketch list with Freida.

I was trying to do different shading method.

[vacueye]

day 1: battlefield / each other's weapons

saw the tf2 valentines week prompts and figured it was too cute not to pass up! featuring good ol' red haz + their (one of many) blu situationships :]

[me3psmp4]

The Lung Cancer Cat man and the Stinky Piss Raccoon Man‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ (Rip Blu Miles 🙏🕊️)

Inspired by this one Panty and Stocking fanart I saw that I really really like and used as a ref :3 (forgor the original artist arghhhh 😔)

[meet-the-coordinator]

Fool in love

Reference

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

BODYGUARD POSTING BLAST!!!

[scrunckled-idiot]

credit to @julie-hitsuji for the template!

and also didsing this cus my buddy did one too :3

[mickmundane]

Do the Damn Dishes

Inspired by this. masterpiece

Comic featuring my Jack of All Trades, Wolfie

@gordonfreemanreal's Charger, Alwyne

and @queensqueercourt's Intern, Simcha

having a friendly exchange about getting the dishes done on time when it's their turn :)

The Intern and the Jack of All Trades are both in the #TF2OCContest by the way!! Make sure you vote for them when round 3 rolls in >:]

Transcript under the cut:

Panel 1:

Alwyne sits at a piano, playing and singing along with Simcha, who stands beside it. The song is about doing the dishes.

"Yo my name is rad

Dishes stinky bad (Disgusting)

Blue soap, dawn, save the duck

Hands cracked (Cracked)

Your roomie wack (Gottem)

Hungry? Get a snack

You're just mad

Cause you're bad

Nicky, ricky, dicky, dad"

Panel 2:

Wolfie stands with his arms crossed, somewhat annoyed but fighting back a smirk.

"Right.

While this is a great show of teamwork, I think your energy would be better spent simply gettin' the damn dishes done.

It's been a week.

Just do it."

Panel 3:

Alwyne returns a shit-eating grin to Wolfie.

"C'mon! Look at it this way - we're on strike. You wouldn't wanna be a scab, would ya, Cap?"

Panel 4:

Wolfie's face locks into a firm frown, then he leans forward, face contorting into a chimplike expression with his eyes wide and teeth bare in a grin. He's on his last nerve and will not play the labor rights game (because he will win).

"Get it done."

Panel 5:

Alwyne raises his hands up defensively, eyes big and wet in fear and sadness. Like a weird lost dog. Simcha grips his shoulders, whispering frantically to him:

"Alwyne we need to go"

[hanging-bottle]

[azacat-alias-lost]

I HAVE UPDATED MAKI'S REFERENCE

I love her,,, my gal,,

[meet-the-net]

“Please do.” he sharply accepts her offer to check the plans for his parents’ home, more tortured by the worry, the anticipation, than out of malice towards her. Merely prepared for menial inquiries about light fixtures or more automatic doors, he allows himself to relax his shoulders, raise and unfurrow the eyebrows he notices had been strained throughout most of their conversation. A grave mistake. The last thing that truly remained his was his own privacy, the freedom to walk about the grounds and grumble and snarl at everything surrounding him to his heart’s content. Seems like all he gets to retain now is the loud, incomprehensive whirring of his own thoughts. A sudden numbness in his hands almost causes him to drop the speaker, so he clutches both increasingly sweaty palms around it. He approaches the window and distraughtly peers outside, eyes trying their best to scan the almost ink black premises for any sign of surveillance – a blinking light, the circular refraction of a lens, anything. In his concentration, he almost forgets to pick words from the whirlwinds in his mind, to speak them. Almost. “What… in the world… do you mean? What do you mean, cameras? Why cameras? Is my word and signature for a lifelong service and loyal…ness not enough? I have to be babysitted by machines now, too? You have got to be joking with me. PLEASE tell me you are joking with me.” his exasperated voice begs, cracking when it cannot handle the volume, almost as quivering as his bottom lip.

🎣 for Miss Kimiko pls! except she’s sort of not a field person so it’d mostly likely be through either phone call or the Contracker itself? whichever you feel is interesting haha

Suspiciously, as Ned wasn't expecting his parents – or anyone else for that matter – to call, he retrieves his rotary phone from his cupboard. God only knows why he keeps it there. Actually, she probably doesn't know either. Palms already perspiring, he masks the nervousness in his voice as he picks up – a voice foreign to him as of yet, less controllable than the one he'd lived with for 34 years. "Hello? Who is speaking?.." A mix of embarrassment and pride flush his cheeks in a soft rose tint as he manages to produce a voice crack in such few words.