#conagents

[theworkshopmann]

Conagher’s Cut

"This here's the last bit of Australium on Earth, Ma'am."

Type: Cosmetic/misc

Class: Engineer

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This lovely bittersweet reference of a cosmetic was created by steam users Tabby, Phe and Wurlmon. Posted on March 2nd, this handsome cosmetic is up for voting RIGHT here!

[danceswithwolverines]

Anne and Fred together! YES!

who ta hell are these guys

Yvaine struggles

[5eraphim]

https://www.tumblr.com/5eraphim/706289447610761216/medic-or-engineer-with-someone-who-ran-away-on

you touch on the idea of collars briefly at the end of this - i love it. i feel like engie specifically would stick a shock collar on just to make sure attitude is kept in check, complete with a little tag with his title on it (whether it be daddy or sir or whatever)

Character: The Engineer 🦫 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M ( MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, x reader, abduction, mind games, possessiveness, NSFW mention, dehumanization, forced domestication, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 750

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

From your perspective, the collar was a cruel physical reminder of your place, forever shackled to Engie's side as his enduring live-in hostage. An untamperable heavy-industrial device which clipped your wings and effectively nullified any resilience you tried to hold onto or any kind of hope to fight him off. Let alone ever regain your freedom. With this painfully literal weight around your shoulders, the grief felt altogether too much to endure. It's not like he'd officially "won" by forcing you to wear a collar, but the collar was as depressing as it was humiliating. 

From Engie's perspective, the collar was, at least at first, little more than a fun side project. An electrical collar designed to keep his favorite test subject from escaping confinement, strong enough to prevent human tampering from the inside. But as he understood exactly how it made you feel so domesticated and broken down, the more it spurs him on.

The slightest consolation you had to comfort yourself with pertaining to the shock collar and a tracking device within, at least you could trust Engie to design something comfortable and practical. Something nearly impossible for you to chip away at or to break by yourself. (As if any other Conagers would help you escape if you asked.)

It wouldn't be painfully tight or abrase your skin. Engie would be sure to pad the inside generously to keep the cold, hard metal from damaging your neck. Still, while this protects you, it has the unfortunate side effect of making the device much bulkier, forcing you to be almost always aware of the device strapped around your neck's sensitive skin.

Engie likes to mindlessly drum his fingers against the metal when the two of you are cuddling or run his thumb along the area where the lock is connected to the collar. Especially loves the sound of his gloves squicking as they rub against the collar. 

Nothing is sexier to him than thinking about you stripped down in nothing but the collar, warming his bed at night, waiting faithfully for him to return home after a long day. It really fuels his possessive side to see you shackled with his collar, without any clothes to hide behind and nowhere to run, forever bound to his bedside by the threat of force. He's also turned on thinking about you desperately trying to cling to your inner resilience and attempting pitifully to fight back. Knowing you're not entirely mind-broken yet but still have that helpless look in your eye and a kind of limp quietness on account of the exhaustion that fuels his ego and libido.

It's painful to imagine breaking free now. You've been shocked as punishment for bad behavior before, and you didn't want to think about what you'd feel if you tried to go out of bounds now. Engie would also install a physical hook on the back of the collar, giving him the option to lock or chain you down physically with some kind of a leash if he feels like it. (Additionally, as a shorter guy, he likes that he has the option to force you to look up at him by grabbing onto the collar and craning your neck upward to look him in the eye.)

If you still try to fight him back and refuse to give in and let him take control, Engie would be more than happy to whip you up a pair of locking cuffs to match the collar and to see how long you want to resist while you're forced to entirely rely on him.

Sooner than you anticipated, the paranoia of being forced to live like this caught up with you. Feeling endlessly on edge, aware of the weight around your neck keeping you from letting your guard down around Engie.

Always looking over your shoulder, expecting to see him behind you when you thought you were alone. The psychological toll of having to live like this was almost as bad as the physical toll. With every passing day, you feared your grip on reality, your memories of a life outside of the Conagher family land slipping from your mind as you were reprogrammed in real-time against your will to become nothing but a subhuman docile and well-behaved pet.

The name Conager is engraved on the back, but yours isn't; as far as Engie is concerned, you're his property first and foremost and a person of your own second.

[cluelessatthispoint]

👀 yandere Emesis Blue??

Yandere Blu Medic finding out his Darling is working a tec job for the Reds. Worse yet, he finds them inside the Conager Slaughterhouse.

I just can’t get over how absolutely unhinged Medic is in this film. He starts out with such a gentle voice- then he goes to wreaking havoc at a funeral. I love his crazy.

Ooooh, I like your style! 😎

Alright then.

Yandere Emesis Blue Medic x Reader (who is inside the Conagher slaughterhouse.)

Warnings: yandere thoughts, mentions of blood. Normal Emesis Blue things...

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The feeling of his heart pounding behind his ribcage makes him grimace. It hurt so bad, but it told him that he was still alive. He could feel each palpitation of his heart. How is burned, how it kept beating despite his fear. His hairs stood on end. His sharp inhales and exhales sent warm pain though his lungs. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Nothing but ice-cold fear and burning pain. Everything hurt. It felt like he was dying. Everything burns and feels so numb and cold. The slaughterhouse remained stoic, cold and unforgiving to its pained inhabitant.

His mind tried to focus but still it wandered. His eyes glossing over as his mind struggles to travel to a safe space. Images of you float through his mind. How your voice sounds so soothing when you speak. How you are able to speak and maintain control over your voice. How it sounds so welcoming to his ears after a particularly long and grueling day. How you walk with a little spring in your step when you're happy. Or when you drag your feet when you're tired or sad. The way you always know what to say to others to make them feel better.

The mere thought of you makes his lips twitch up into an ever so slight smile. Letting out a soft and shaky exhale and placing a hand over his heart Medic cautiously turns his head to the left and look around with anxious wandering eyes. Suddenly as if by fate he hears something familiar. Something so comforting sounding.

The dark atmosphere and dangerous environment games away as he recognizes the sound....You. It's your voice. A pang of excitement and joy well up in his chest then come plummeting down. What the hell were you doing here? Why are you here? How?! He walks closer and sees you mumbling to yourself as you clean the floor of what looks like blood. Stepping closer and quietly clearing his throat you look up in surprise.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

Your lower lip trembles and you can feel your heart race. The dark dimly lit corridor and and cold surrounding make the manstanding at the other end of the hall before you look all the more terrifying.

"M-Medic?"

You look on in horror as the Medic gets closer and closer. His steps are clumsy and dragging. You can see the blood splattered all over his torn clothes, his broken glasses hanging from the torn cartilage of his ear....your mind begins to race.

'Where are his eyes?!'

'Where...Oh God, where are his eyes??!!'

You back away as fast as you can. His footsteps getting quicker and quicker. You can hear his ragged breath in his decaying lungs. The smell of his foul odor permeating the area. Tears prick painfully at your eyes and you will yourself not to gag on the spot.

You can feel the gross, burning bile rising at the back of your throat, whimpering as you run away. Your legs ache and your body feels as if your running through copies amounts ice water. Up ahead you remember the door to the exit. A surge of adrenaline courses through you. Dark whispers echo along the walls and ring in your ears. His gravelly soft masculine voice fills your head.

"Mein Leibe..."

The door! You must reach the door!

You get to the door and try to open it. But nothing happens....A devasted wail bubbles up in your throat. It's locked. You sink to your knees and sob pitifully against the barrier preventing you from escaping. Banging your fists against the door like a mad man you scream and cry with terror. The air around you gets colder. You realize that you are now trapped here...with a dead man.

~~~~

Teehee~ I'm such a silly goose.

[ask-scouts-family]

Meet the Family

🐺 Collie, the Hound: Aka Ma, the smartest dumb person you’ll ever meet. Jeremy takes after her, but her intuition is insanely sharp. Neighborhood caretaker. Himbo. Has slept with both your parents and your spouse. Sleuth. Ex spy hunter. Mob boss. If you need help for anything—groceries, moving, snow shoveling, disappearing your abuser, you go to Ma. Her boys will take care of it.

⚖️ James/Attorney: Jeremy’s only biological brother. More formal. He does his best to keep his brothers out of prison, though he's a bit detached from his family. Dating Bidwell. Bidwell nearly dies when he finds out James is related to the Scout.

🥊 Josh, the Brawler: A mix between a hippie and a greaser. He could’ve boxed professionally if his Ma hadn't taught him to fight dirty whenever possible. He's muscle through and through, also the roughest on his brothers. Generally an asshole, but in a “fuck you pick up your fucking trash” kind of way.

🛞 Sam, the Motorist: Sweet but snarky quiet guy. His left ear was blown up in an accident and he went deaf as an adult. He's a smartass to his brothers. Best damn getaway driver ever. Best driver, period. Builds and mods his own vehicles—as much as his financial situation allows at least. Fawns over the Conagers like Scout would fawn over Tom Jones.

💊 Kenny, the Apothecary: Extremely “well adjusted” dude with bags the size of elephants under his eyes. Always helping out and smiling like a creep. Speaks so softly. Would and has killed for his Ma and baby brother. Knows a lot about chemistry if you get what I'm saying, though he doesn't partake himself. Works at a dentist's office.

🏺Sean-Eric, the Antiquarian: Just wants to be fucking normal but also knows ghosts are real and is convinced Jeremy is cursed. Moved away from Boston, settled down, had a family, teaches as a professor, and keeps stumbling upon straight-up magic artifacts. He’s going “thank god i’m actually normal unlike my crazy family” while 12 demons are changed to a key in his workshop.

💫 Mary, the Daredevil: Adrenalin junkie. Genuinely just happy to be here. Would take baby Jeremy down rocky hills in a wagon with nothing but a bicycle helmet, often using him as a test dummy for her stunts. Dexterity for days. Acrobat.

🤝 Eddie, the Middleman: Starving artist, jealous of everything and everyone. Despite… everything… about him, he’s people person, knows how to get connections. Eventually, he produced an extremely well-known superhero comic based on his family. No one believes Scout when he points to the speedster and says “That’s me.”

⚾️ Jeremy, the Scout you know him, you love him. Or hate him. Also a strong possibility

[ink-on-the-brink]

Obsessed Engie x GN Reader ~ Dark Nights Come With A Cost [PT 12]

Chapter Selection

Darkness had fallen on the winter roads, streetlights starting to pop on as the air temperature dropped further. The only thing keeping you warm was your thick coat and moving body, your pocketed hands a reminder that you had forgotten your gloves before you left. However this mild annoyance faded into the background as you took a deep breath in, relishing in the calm silence of the night. You wished you could see it more, though the thought of ever doing so alone felt like a death sentence in itself.

"So, how's your studies goin'?" Dell's voice finally spoke as he ended the silence.

"They are uh...well they're going. You've certainly helped if that's what you're asking," you responded naturally before taking a second to untuck your hands to blow warm air into them.

"Well that's good ta hear. Ya said you were graduatin' this year right?" He asked, his eyes turning over to you. In the distance you heard a small flutter before spotting a bird flying just a little bit past its bedtime.

"Yeah. What about you?" You asked, his face slightly scrunching at the question.

"Me? Well I ain't too sure. Was hopin' ta maybe get a few more studies in before quittin' college altogether. There's a lot ta learn y'know? Though I don't think I'd be doin' it full time. Probably just do it online or somethin'," he responded genuinely, so he was surprised to hear a small snicker from you.

"Right. Because nine PhD's isn't enough," you teased in a lighthearted but slightly mocking tone, quickly catching his attention. Upon seeing the small smirk on your face and a light roll of your eyes he found his own smile growing, seeing that you were now in a better mood than before.

"Well now a man can't know too much can he?" He retorted, only to earn a tsk from you.

"He most certainly can mister Conager. I've seen it with my own two eyes," you responded just before turning to him, a light chuckle falling from him as you did so.

"That's Dell ta you sweetheart," he quickly replied, his brain mildly short-circuiting at having let the nickname slip out. Though the poorly hidden look of minored shock on your face made it almost worth it. It was short-lived as you quickly turned back to looking in front of you. However he was surprised to hear a quiet laugh from you afterward.

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it mister Conager?" You emphasized the name this time, taunting him with it. A wide smile broke on his face as you did so, his eyes lighting up at the fact that you felt comfortable enough to be this playful with him. Even with this sudden joy he was also very aware that he couldn't let you get away with this. And, glancing towards the snow that laid on either side of the sidewalk, he knew just what he had to do. He swiftly dipped down, grabbing a handful of it before he stopped walking. You didn't notice for a few seconds, taking those extra needed steps away before you realized he wasn't there and, in almost a panic, you turned around.

Only to be met with a snowball to the chest.

The world paused for a moment, your mind trying to register what just happened. That was before you looked over to Dell, a wide grin plastered on his face and a second snowball in his hand.

"Oh. So we're playing dirty now huh?" You quipped.

"Well s'only fair. Considerin' I asked nicely the first time," with his grin only growing he wound up the second throw. Seeing it coming this time you ducked behind a nearby fence, the packed snow disintegrating on contact.

"Oh, what a gentleman!" You mockingly yelled before picking up a ball of your own, appearing for just a split second from the fence before throwing your newly made weapon. Disappointment was all you felt when it hit the ground.

"Gonna have ta try harder than that!" He retorted, sending another set of white flurries your way, eventually compromising your position. So you went further down the street taking shelter behind trash bins and lampposts as he continued advancing, though not without a few hits of your own. You could never have contained your joy upon having actually hit him, especially as he turned with a feigned look of shock. You found yourself laughing, genuinely full-on laughing, for the first time in years. You had never been in a snowball fight before, yet now you wished you would have grown up doing so.

As this one-on-one middle of the night snowball fight between the two of you continued he began to inch closer and closer, gaining more ground than you could keep between before, eventually, he stood only a little more than an arms length away, snowball in hand as you found yourself without one.

"Seems like you've met the end'a the line," he teased, his small step forward sending you a step back, your hands slightly raised, a pretend mark of surrender.

"Awww come on we can talk about th-" before you could finish your sentence you took another small yet unwise step backward, your balance immidiately lost on a thick sheet of ice that covered a decent chunk of the continuing sidewalk. With widened eyes Dell dropped his snowball, both hands reaching out to catch you, only to lose his own balance. It wasn't even a full second before you both met the earth while just barely managing to keep your head high enough to not hit it on the ice that you both almost comically slid down before coming to a complete stop a few feet down the sidewalk.

Silence enveloped the world for a moment, the shock running through your system before you slowly opened tightly shut eyes, revealing how he had landed on top of you. He went into an immediate panic.

"You alright?!" He asked as he pushed up just enough to not have his full body weight laying on you, leaving inches between his face and yours. You took a few seconds before you allowed a deep breath to fill your lungs, the world coming back to you. Besides having the wind knocked out of you and a bruise that future you would have to deal with, you felt relatively fine. Nothing felt broken at least.

"Yeah, just lost my breath," you finally spoke, his panic dissipating with the response.

"You okay?" You asked with slight breathlessness. He took a second to make sure but besides bruises he was also perfectly fine.

"Yeah. I think so," he answered. There were another few seconds of silence as you further caught your breath before speaking again.

"It uh...might help if you get off," you pointed out, knocking him back to reality as a look of embarrassment took hold. He quickly rolled off to which you finally sat up. You winced, another shock of panic rolling through his system at the sound. Though when nothing came from it he calmed again.

It was then that both of you turned to look at each other, smiles creeping onto your faces before being followed by at first small but soon howling laughter. The both of you shared the same moment of pure joy as if nothing in the world could be funnier than this. Surrounded by cold snow in the isolation of the night, both of you couldn't have felt happier in each other's company.

When the laughter died down and the quiet crept in, peacefulness fell. The stillness was no longer able to produce discomfort around each other. You both locked eyes, your smiles smaller now.

Staring at Dell you felt your worries disappear. Not a single thought of the past crept into your mind while around him, just the joy of the moments he always seemed to bring. And it was then you felt your heartbeat a little faster in your chest, though you quickly explained it away as a slowing of your adrenaline.

You were taken away from this peace when you lost Dell's eyes as he turned to stand. Upon making it to his feet he turned back to you, outstretching a hand.

"Best get back to movin'. Gettin' a lil' too cold out here for my taste," he suggested, his smile still visible. You took his hand to which he pulled you up almost effortlessly.

"Woah!" you exclaimed, surprised at the sudden speed that you were pulled to your feet. His smile fell back to poorly hidden worry.

"You okay?" He asked again, his eyes looking over you for any injury you might not have spotted the first time.

"Yeah no I'm- I'm fine. You're just stronger than you look," you pointed out, your eyes turned to your hands as you brushed off bits of snow and dirt, unaware of the wide grin that showed on his face at the compliment.

"Well movin' metal boxes might do that to ya" he pointed out, to which you nodded in agreement as the two of you continued on with your walk. Though there wasn't much of it left.

Less than ten minutes later the two of you finally arrived back to your apartment and as you did your reality was slowly coming back to you. A few steps away from the complex you turned to Dell with a question.

"It really is getting cold out here. You should uh, come warm up a bit. Wouldn't want you to freeze on the walk back," you offered, your eyes not looking at him even though you had tilted your head his way. Turning to you he almost immediately caught your apprehensive eyes, your wavering smile and tense posture. It was enough for him to know what you were really getting at.

"Sure. Though chances are I probably will anyway," he spoke in a flippant tone, trying to keep the mood light. Something he knew he succeeded in when you couldn't force away the small smile that tugged at your lips.

"Yeah well we can at least make sure you make it to your car as a slushy rather than an ice cube," you responded, another small chuckle falling from him.

Walking into the complex the soft ding of the elevator swiftly caught your attention, your eyes falling into a group of people filing out of it. Not recognizing any of them you continued walking, only noting their matching black clothing and baseball caps. Dell gave a passing hello to the group who didn't so much as turn to him. You were more focused on getting into the elevator though, Dell not far behind. Once he made it in you clicked the button, not noticing how his eyes narrowed towards those you had passed.

"Up we go," you whispered to yourself as the doors slowly closed, both of you soon ascending up the floors. It was quiet again and, though you weren't sure why, something didn't quite feel right. You looked over to Dell, his expression not too different than before, though you noted that he stood a little taller. You gave a smile that he returned but it did little to comfort the sudden unease that you felt. Even as the two of you left the elevator and began your short walk down the hall, silence remained.

Suddenly though you were stopped, Dell ceasing your movements as he laid a hand in front of you. To help come to a sudden stop your hands grabbed his arm, slowing the inertia of your body. Unable to move further confusion crept onto your face before you looked over to him, a suddenly serious stare consuming his features.

"Dell-?"

"Your door's open," he pointed out. Your eyes immediately turned back to the door, utter terror falling on your features when you noticed it was held slightly ajar. Your hands tightened onto his jacket as your stomach dropped. You both didn't make any other move for a long while, instead staring at the door, waiting for anything to leave. When nothing happened Dell then went to take a quiet step forward. Your sudden vice grip pulled him back.

"What are you doing???" You whisper yelled in an obvious panic. He turned back to you, now seeing the fear held in your eyes which only led to his furthering need to keep you safe.

"I'm gonna go see if someone's in there," he stated quietly, though your tightened grip didn't loosen in the slightest

"Are you insane?!? Dell what if- what if there is someone in there!? What the fuck then huh?!" Your voice held deep worry, your eyes now begging him to listen. And in those pleading eyes he found guilt bubble within him as he knew he wouldn't be able to listen. If he learned one thing growing up it was how to deal with scenarios like this and right now he either had to one, call the police (which wouldn't happen in any world what so ever) two, call someone from his family (which he truly did not want to do and would likely seem strange to you) or three, go see what it is. The third seemed like the most reasonable option. After all, it wasn't as if he was defenseless.

"M'just gonna look alright? Ya might'a just left it open on accident. I'll be right back," he tried to calm you with an explanation as he gently pulled away once again. This time your grip only gave slight resistance before you finally let go, instead watching him walk closer to your door from a few feet down the hall.

Making it to the door he situated himself to the side of it, slowly pushing it open and remaining ready to bolt at a moment's notice. The door creaked slightly, the sound almost ear-piercing in the silence. Looking in through the small opening he had made, his eyes widened at what he saw.

Flipped furniture, holes in the wall, shattered glass from sources he couldn't quite identify, flipped chairs and torn apart tables, it was all in a huge mess around your apartment. Curiosity and dread drove him to open the door further, soon finding that everything within sight was trashed, as if whoever did this aimed to leave nothing behind.

"Mary above," he muttered, catching your attention.

"What?" You asked, his head turning to you as his hand moved to his lips, his pointer finger held to silently shush you. You went silent again and so his head turned back over to the door, pushing it open the last bit out of the way and taking slow, hesitant steps in. His hand found its way to his hip as he readied himself for anything that might happen. He continued to slowly walk, staying near places he could quickly duck behind as he scanned for any sort of movement. He continued like this further into the apartment, his senses on high alert. His breathing slowed and his eyes sharpened into icy daggers as he didn't let a single crevice of place go unchecked. What felt like hours to you passed in minutes as he realized there truly was no one here. Even with that comfort his posture didn't change, nor did he let his guard down in the slightest, but he was at least sure that no one was here at the moment.

Unable to take waiting any longer, you slowly poked your head around the corner into your apartment, your jaw dropping and your stomach churning at the sight in front of you.

"What the fuck," you whispered to yourself, both fear and devastation fighting for the expression that fell on your face. Dell looked back, his eyes softening slightly as he saw you look around the room, taking in the damage that had been done. He gave a sympathetic stare. He couldn't begin to imagine what was going through your mind right now. He moved the hand on his hip to make his grip look a little more natural in hopes that you wouldn't notice or draw attention to it as he took a few steps toward you.

"Don't seem like no one's here, though I ain't sure if anyone's comin'," he spoke, the loud echo of his voice in the deathly silent room almost unbearable to his ears. You slowly began to step in, your head turning to look at what had once been your home, now lying in pieces around you. Your eyes welled with tears, the pure sense of loss and weeks of piled-on stress breaking you down further. You didn't look at him, in fact he felt almost as if you had forgotten he was even there as your eyes passed him.

As you moved you began to slowly wander into the kitchen, the heaps of glass under your feet recognized as every breakable item that had laid in your cabinets. Though among the wreck you found that your eyes drifted to the place your photo had been, only to find that it wasn't there. Instead it sat among the shattered glass, its frame ripped apart, its see-through covering lost among the piles of similar material, and the photo barely visible under certain piles of it. You slowly crouched down, carefully pushing the pile away before pulling the photo out only to notice it had been singed. The faces were burnt out, a black color covering most of what was left.

You felt the wet streaks of tears begin to fall down, the overwhelming situation taking you over. You felt almost unable to think, to even fully understand what was going on. All you could register was the destruction of it all.

After a little while Dell followed you into the kitchen, his senses still on full alert. This didn't feel safe. Even in the silence and with no current discernable threats he didn't feel at any sort of ease here. And with that feeling bubbling its way up his body, he knew one thing rather clearly.

You couldn't stay here.

"It's uh..." He started, your face staring at the photo for a second more before turning to him.

He almost couldn't talk once you faced him, the radiating pain of your expression almost silencing him.

You looked so tired. Not the type of tired you get from an all-nighter or a busy social event, no. It was a look of pure exhaustion he couldn't begin to describe. The type you would expect to see when an immovable object finally loses against the unstoppable force.

Yet somehow he was able to eventually find his words, his deep concern and general paranoia winning against his immediate thoughts of falling with you.

"It ain't safe here..." He spoke up, his body standing only a step into the kitchen. You looked back to the photo, its state irreparable and irreplaceable. You eventually sat it back on the ground, knowing that keeping it would be useless. Silently you stood, your arms held against you in a self-soothing hug as your eyes stared at the floor.

"What am I supposed to do Dell? What...what do I do?" You asked, resignation found in a now hollow tone. You were at a loss, completely and utterly defeated. You had given everything you could, there was nothing left in you to fight anymore. There was no spite or anger or even thoughts of self-preservation. You had nothing. No knowledge of when or even why the world had decided you were deserving of this, no power to fight back against it. You were a leaf of pain set to sea in a hurricane. It was inevitable you would be torn apart, your soul splayed in broken pieces the world would forever ignore. How futile fighting had seemed now, how fruitless.

It would have been less painful to have let the storm take you...

Dell didn't move, didn't speak, didn't act. Your voice had explained even when your words didn't. He could only stare as you lost yourself, asking him to solve what you had failed to. He didn't know what to say, what to feel. There was a swirl of so many meanings in your words. To choose one was to choose wrong and to remain idle was to let you fall apart in front of him- but there was no answer! No solution, no problem he could solve. There was nothing he could say, no righteous way to act.

There were only pieces.

"Y/n..." He started, hoping that any words would come to him, that his tongue knew something he didn't. He instead found that it fell dead in his mouth, vowels of answers nowhere to be found. He stepped closer, the glass on the ground further breaking at his feet. You finally looked back to him, streaks of hollow agony flowing down your face. And it was then, with nothing else he could think to do, that he slowly pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, hoping that he could bring any sort of comfort. That somehow his arms could pull against the waves of stormy sea and find your lost pieces.

You froze a moment, your body tense under his touch. Slowly, almost apprehensively, you returned it. Your arms wrapped around him, your hands soon balling up the fabric of his clothes as you fell into him. You didn't crumble in his arms as you had done before. Not a sob left your lips as you held him. There was nothing left to crumble, nothing more to break. You could only hold on to him in hopes that he somehow held a piece of you with him.

However you didn't find yourself in his arms. Instead your focus fell onto the light smell of oil and pine that surrounded you, the texture of the worn jacket that wrapped him, the natural warmth his body freely gave to you. There was no judgment in his eyes nor annoyance in his hold. He didn't dismiss you, he didn't ask you to pull yourself together, to push your emotions back into the dark void you usually kept sealed. No, he held you. His arms didn't hang loosely or ask for anything from you. He held you. And even as the shattered glass began to resemble your lost will, he held you. He- He felt...

Safe

"S'alright...you're gonna be okay," he mumbled just as he began to rub circles on your back. You squeezed him a little tighter, trying to remind yourself that he was real. That in your desperation you hadn't just imagined such kindness. Afterward you took a deep breath, calming down from the strange state of mind you had been in only seconds ago. His words ingrained in your head, your body relaxing as you took his word for truth, his arms for comfort, his presence for safety.

"Thank you," you whispered back, a response that caused him to relax as well, knowing now that he had somehow helped, if only a little bit. After that realization he slowly pulled away, each other's hands hesitating to let go, but doing so in the end. A few tears had streaked down your face once he did, though you quickly wiped them away, taking another deep breath to further calm yourself. Silence lingered for an extra second, Dells eyes a mixture of unease and worry

"My-..." He started again, his thoughts not fully collected and his apprehension for the idea he was about to propose slowing him down a moment. But with a quick glance at the surrounding area and flashing images of your shattered state, he didn't feel like there was another option.

"My family's got a house 'bout fifteen minutes out from here. We got a couple'a spare rooms. You can stay there for the night if ya need to," he finally offered, an incredibly serious expression on his face. Your eyes once again averted from his as you thought on it, hesitance found in the moment of silence you prolonged.

Then again, it wasn't like you had anywhere else to go.

"Yeah um...If you- If you think they would be okay with it," you accepted, your answer greatly relieving to hear, though the relief didn't outshine the doubt that was beginning to grow in his chest, especially with the words you had chosen to respond with.

"Course...we should get goin' then. S'gettin' a little late and we gotta walk back to get my truck" Dell pointed out to which you nodded along.

The two of you left the destroyed apartment, standing closer to each other than you had previously. Dell looked over to you, only one thought repeating through his head as he did so.

'Ain't no one allowed ta treat you like this'

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six of spades

pronouns: saen/trah (traditional draco-morphiad pronouns)

setting: currently unnamed original setting

story: the last heir to trah species' fallen interdimensional empire, six of spades wanders the multiverse, visiting the ruins of said empire and mourning what could have been, refusing to see the civilization's flaws. until, one day, saen is encountered by a ragtag group of other draco-morphiads and drafted into helping keep the personification of entropy from destroying the multiverse.

cassian and gumdrop (these two only work together)

pronouns: they/them

pronouns: any

setting: tf2

story: starting out as a pair of lab assistants working for some scientist trying to beat dell conager to the invention of usable teleportation, cassian and gumdrop fled after an incident that killed the scientist and turned cassian into the half-existant static-thing they are (gumdrop was always like this, hes a chemical hommunculus created by the lab rot used to work for to be a lab assistant). they spent the next few years travelling the country, eventually taking on mercenary work because it payed better than anything else and then getting drafted by mannco. they are extremely close, veiwing themselves as two parts of the same person

[paxvictori]

Here's a character of mine, Conager Traction Ltd. No. 5. I don't know what his name is or if he would even have one at all. AlI know is that he's not a sodor engine (I don't even think sodor exists in this context). Honestly this guy is more connected to my fictional railroading setting I just drew an engine I had an idea for with a face. He's tired and he wishes he was preserved instead of spending at least 20 more years under a company that cares WAY LESS about locomotive maintenance than his original owners.

here's full drawings of his class (fictional design by yours truly), and a sister of his which also ended up on the Conager Traction Ltd. fleet No.5 here may get preserved one day like her but eh I haven't drawn that yet.

Also 100% Elsie's face would be under the nose cone and there'd be eyeslits so she can see I work on a strict smokebox is face policy

[vulcanaratech]

Full Episode 106 - 3D Scanners - Scanning Applications Across Industry #3d #printing #3dprinting #3dprint #3dScanning #revopoint #SEMA #R&D #Rapidprototyping #FarmTech #ConAg

[444names]

the entire article on "nom" from the english wiktionary

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[s-laptop]

for the whole century thing I'm guessing that radigan conager built the original, an engineer redesigned it to be even better, like how he redesigned the life extender machine. It seems like although engie doesn't have many original concepts he does seem pretty good at improving what's already there.

hey wait

has fucking engineer invented ANYTHING original

[cluelessatthispoint]

yandere emesis blu demo and soldier sharing (or fighting) over a new recruit,?

Emesis Blue is the best sfm ever! This is my first Emesis Blue ask and I am so very happy! I am crying tears of joy right now.

instead of fighting or sharing the new recruit, how about both? ;)

Warnings: some blood, mild gore, nothing bad happens.

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This was not what you were expecting when you signed up to be a part of the Mann Co cleaning crew. The job offered a decent pay with good benefits and a flexible schedule. But the commute was hell. It took you a good two and a half hours to get to the site and as far as you could see, there was no visible damage to the structure itself. Formerly the RED base; now the Conager Slaughterhouse.

The black clouds above you seemed to groan with the heavy weight of oncoming rain. The clouds were dark and ominous, the smell of moisture in the air and whatever resided in the slaughterhouse sewer mixed together in an abhorrent stink.

Looking to the side of the car, then to the other side you opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravely landscape. It was odd, you were the only one here. Pulling out the crumpled letter in your pocket containing the name and address of the place you furrowed your brow.

"This, this is the place."

Folding the paper back up and sliding it back into your pocket you took a step forward. Looking around at the building you could tell that is hasn't acted as a slaughterhouse for a long, long time. Shuddering involuntarily, you make your way towards the old wooden bridge. Eyeing your car one last time you waled closer to the front doors. Two identical doors on the same side of the wall were strange, but hey, you figured that each building has its own eccentricities. Making your way inside and stepping over the singular large stepping the doorway you were hit with the strong smell of iron and something rotting.

"Hello? I'm here with the Mann Co cleaning department! There are supposed to be more people here and I-"

A strong hand covered your mouth before you could even finish your sentence. Breathing hysterically through your nose you pulled desperately against the hand covering your mouth.

"Hush now, we gotta stay quiet or else you end up dead."

Not daring to move a muscle you gave a small hum of fear and confusion.

"Now then, I'm gonnae remove me hand and when I do: DONT make a sound, okay?"

Nodding tearfully, you could feel the larger man remove his hand. Turning around to face him you took notice of two things. One: This man was the supposed missing Demoman from the RED team. And two: His other arm was ripped clean out of its socket. You didn't know which observation made you more scared.

Hearing footsteps from behind you whipped your head around and came face to chest with another large man. From the looks of it, and his helmet he appeared to be a Soldier.

"Listen here kid, if you go back out there after making all that racket, you'll get shot. Now, you are going to see things, but if we stick together and IF you follow my orders to a T, we'll be okay."

Swallowing the lump in your throat you forced your head to give a nod of understanding.

"There will be no one else arriving at this location, you are the only member of the cleaning crew to make it here. So, if you want to survive then we will be treating you like a new recruit. Understand?"

Giving another curt nod the Soldier led you around the corner and deeper into the base. The sounds of the floorboards creaking and shifting above you made you flinch.

Eyeing the way that Soldier led you further into the base made his blood boil. He and Soldier worked hard to ensure that you would come here by yourself. Why is he the one who gets to lead you? Locking eyes with Soldier the same thought flashed into their minds; Their ours now. Letting go of his annoyance he allowed a small smile to rest on his lips. With the Connagers dead, and your crew MIA, you were all theirs. You wouldn't even know that even right now there was nothing to be afraid of. Everything was dead. And just for you, they could keep up the charade. In time you would come to rely on them completely. After all, isn't that what love is?

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Creepy, creepy and creepy.

I wish I had more yandere Emesis Blue asks.

[alexpdcl]

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[shakespearenews]

The standard reference on coins in Shakespeare (Engstrom, 1964) cites 22 different types specifically mentioned in the plays. Many of these are scarce, high-value gold and silver types, so assembling a complete set would be a challenge for a wealthy and patient collector. The most significant recent sale of Shakespearean coins was a Summer 2006 fixed price list from Stack’s in New York City. Hammered English coins are very popular with modern collectors, and these items frequently appear in major British and US auctions.

[mathyna]

I didn´t do this piece on purpose. I just drew 2 blank characters and all of the sudden a new comic page was out. So I turned it into this :-) 

@scrapnick I hope you don´t mind me spamming you with this ;-) . I just can´t help it :-D