#oc: R.E.D

[butchjorse]

Some redesigns i did over the past couple days

[noxspost]

behold the trashiest nun alive

The nun that is solely responsible for the majority of Jane Doe's trauma is a mockery what she is she does not deserve the title of caretaker she is a trashy human being who was in fact beheaded by Jane Doe's biological family after the whole public was made aware so then no one can legally say they're just as bad as her.

The cult leader who basically took a page out of the Twisted government that did the residential schools and at one guy that did the Kool-Aid murder thing.

yeah she's not a fun person also I was inspired by Belos from The Owl House in terms of snootiness and hypocrisy. She is going to stay unnamed because the caretaker seems ominous in the way that can be easily Twisted in the wrong direction.

There are plenty of Psychopathic murders that take more caregiving role and easily use that to get their way and easily manipulated they're victims.

that's why a bunch of murderers that are often women take on a caregiver role or black widow murderers because their traditional position allows them to be absolutely terrifying that's what she does

[conyferous]

Attempt at drawing these fellas in different… what, styles?

Anyway, these are some of my other ocs! They’re from another story of mine :]

Bonus

[arkaluca]

2023 Art Wrap ✨🎨✨

This year was good to my OCs im just glad i got to do any this year along with fanart and fun commissions

Shoutout to y’all who have been supportive and i hope to continue this journey and improve my skills for the sake of drawing hot beef ✨💪🏼✨👋🏼😂💕

[tdutchartist]

R.E.D might just have a few too many pets ...

OC: The Houndsman (Dries de Graaf)!

[cannibalnurse]

[WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL INCLUDE TOPICS OF HALLUCINATIONS, CHILD ABUSE IN FLASHBACKS, DRUG USE AND CANNIBALISM. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! Also there's horny stuff occasionally]

Hallo, my name is the Nurse. I am the secondary medical personnel of the R.E.D. team. Medical assistant to the Medic and cyborgism experiment of Engineer. It's a pleasure to meet you. If you are ever in need of any form of assistance, please come to Medical. My services range from reconnecting limbs to talk therapy. Please take full use of any service you need. ♡ My sweet boys ♡ @bonk-youre-dead @meet-the-archeologist

_________________________ Nurse Asks- #Medical is open Talking- #Nurses rambles Sexual stuff- #Are you sexually active? Lore- #Nurse contemplates his existence Mod Asks- #Mod is dying Talking- #Mod is tired

_________________________

Hi, mod here. Yeah I just got bored and wanted to make an ask/rp blog for my tf2 oc. Nurse's pronouns are he/it, and mine are it/its. I will answer any ask as long as it doesn't make me uncomfortable. Mod is 18. I just really have a basic DNI so just be respectful.

[botcorp]

MASTER(SHIT)POST

You made it to the BOTCORP blog! Ask questions about my OCs, peruse around, steal things (don’t actually do that), just make sure you have a good time here.

OC ASK BLOG RULES:

This user is a minor. No pedo stuff (ew)

Don't send NSFW asks. This should not be said.

No offensive asks (unless it's really, and I mean REALLY funny)

No spam asks. I'm not going to deal with twenty of the same sentence.

No bots. No, I do not want to donate to a false charity for an actual tragedy, Palestine doesn't have a GoFundMe account.

Make sure you say who the ask is for. God forbid, don't make me have a panic attack as I figure out who you're talking to. All undirected asks will be answered by the mod.

While you’re here, explore a (half-baked) YouTube channel that only one person is running. Whoever is in charge of it is probably an idiot: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UC2MXa99mutrlyMMh7EVbDlA

ASK CHARACTERS

(Note: the setting is in the year 2024. I will not change it no matter how many people ask to change it. Also, I change to lore from time to time to make it fit better. Fuck you)

ALIF

AGE: 27 years old

Canadian origin, Indonesian descent

MOTTO: "Humanity never got this far without a little exploration”

The main guy, and the founder of the BOT CORPORATION and R.E.D. (Registered Equipment Distributors). Never completely sane. Despite being the smartest person in human history, can never for the life of him remember what he did yesterday. Right arm is a prosthetic due to workplace accident during late teen years. Absolute sadist.

AIMAN

AGE: 42

Russian origin, African descent

MOTTO: “Всегда может стать хуже” (“It can always get worse”)

In many ways, is like a bear: stoic, big, brown (this is not a racist joke). And also a fucking madhouse if you wake him up for shits and giggles. Is fully incapable of giving a shit because he ran out of them. Obsesses over baby animals (don’t we all). Can both outsmart you and beat you to a pulp. Or hell, why not both at once.

HAEKAL

AGE: Indeterminate (acts like he’s twenty)

American origin, unknown descent.

MOTTO: “Take nothing seriously”

Literal walking Gmod YTP shitpost. Currently traveling Tumblr because he’s bored. Is fully incapable of dying (few have tried, all have failed). Absolutely LOVES the limelight. “Ed, Edd, and Eddy” sound effects constantly play in his head. Can never fully think coherently. Aspires to be a Tumblr sexyman.

SERGEANT

AGE: 182

American origin, American descent (like an absolute Chad)

MOTTO: “You will learn acceptance and love if it has to be VIOLENTLY BEATEN INTO YOU”

The most democratically American man you will ever have the liberty of meeting. Has a kill count in the millions. Killed Hitler and Stalin because he was told George Washington was counting on him. Stupid as shit. Invented the rocket launcher by shouldering a mortar. Is as old as he is because Alif's great-great-great-grandfather invented a metallic body to house Sergeant's technically-dead one (the blueprints were buried with him).

ALIF JR.

AGE: 7

Canadian origin, Indonesian descent

MOTTO: “There’s a first for everything”

Is the direct clone of Alif (he doesn’t know this). Is fully incapable of growing his tooth back (trust us, he’s tried). Figured out how to double jump solely to reach to top of the shelf. Has control of a mech. Strangely okay with sadism. The fastest one in the group. Severely allergic to peanuts and peanuts specifically. Only a part of the team because his dad's a victim of nepotism.

ROBERT

AGE: 30

American origin, Scottish/Irish descent

MOTTO: “Better late than never!”

Sergeant’s best friend. Enjoys breaks when given them (a bit too much). Seemingly incapable of intuition and consequential thinking. Lax and chill. Almost depends on alcohol to survive. Diagnosed psychopath (this isn’t a meme, he is literally a psycho).

S.N.I.P.R. (Sniping Neutralization Immediate Perforating Robot)

AGE: N/A

No origin, no descent

MOTTO: "It only takes one bullet"

One of the few of Alif’s personal projects (a coveted title among all of robot-kind). Seemingly incapable of receiving a high-five, and desperately wants one. Has a descriptive and detailed plan on how to murder everyone he has met. Only here because Alif was legally reprimanded from hiring more mercenaries. Rarely references himself in the first person (Soundwave, anyone?)

CHARLOTTE

AGE: 28

American origin, American descent

MOTTO: “Violence must only be used as a desperate last resort”

Alif’s childhood friend. Didn’t come to contact with him in a while due to the fact he enrolled in Harvard. “Secretly” likes him (he’s the only one who doesn’t know this). Was revoked of her medical license due to medical malpractice. Considers herself a situational pacifist (hence the motto). Absolute nymphomanic masochist.

HALFORD

AGE: 67

American origin, British descent

MOTTO: “You’re not getting any younger”

Redacted a part of his name from every file that contained it. No one knows if "Halford" is his first or last name. Used to serve as a butler to a rich family before their house was burnt to the ground (he was the only survivor). Will make your murder look like an accident. Surprisingly diligent and fit given how old he is. Can't seem to take a joke.

JOHN

AGE: 30

British origin, British descent

MOTTO: “If you’re going out, go outstanding”

Immigrated to Canada due to crappy British economy. Served in the British military and an expert in using over 600 different firearms. Defies the stereotype by brushing twice a day and using blunt melee weapons. (Somewhat) rivals with Haekal. Will absolutely riot if you call the AR-15 or AK-47 "just guns".

JENNY

AGE: 29

Canadian origin, Spanish/Latin descent

MOTTO: “Your worst day can only get better”

Former prostitute. Constantly tries to seduce Haekal (constantly fails). Barely sleeps because Haekal keeps memory-dumping on her. Possibly addicted to the taste of tea; not even the drink, just the leaves themselves. Obsesses over perfectly painting her collection of figurines (she always buys new ones before she finishes her old ones).

SAMILTON

AGE: 30

Unknown origin, American descent

MOTTO: “Ghrgrhdghrgdhdghrgh” (We couldn’t translate it lmao)

Human test subject who was disposed of. Ran away from the laboratory that experimented on him so he could live a life of his own, Wears bandana over his mouth almost all the time. Rarely speaks, usually communicates with gargled noises or sign language. Will NOT, and I mean NOT take off the bandana.

[herbertalovisa-taubenfreund]

Hallo! Ich bin eine Deutsch Ärztin 😁🇩🇪❤️❤️✨

I am Miss Herberta Lovisa, a German medical mercenary who vorks for zhe R.E.D. team zhat belongs to Mann Co. I also love my doves!! ❤️🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊

Here? I vill be posting pictures and ozher various topics i'd like to share. I am also very much open to questions and zhe like! So please, my dears, anonymous or not, feel free to share dein opinions vith me 👀❤️

(☆This is an OC gimmick blog by @dqk-theaceartist )

[red-boston-pilot]

I’m a pilot workin for R.E.D, just call me Jessie, no need for titles. I’m tasked with droppin you supplies and what not! Those medkits and ammo boxes you find scattered around here and there? Your welcome.

(Also in constant air fights with that damned BLU pilot)

Anyway, figured I’d hang here for a bit after seein a few REDs and BLUs scattered about! Ask anything you please, whether you need supplies or just wanna chat.

No Jeremy, you’re not gettin a ride in my plane.

!Character info!

He/him

One of Scout’s older brothers! Different dads

Calls Scout his baby brother just to embarrass him

The type to take younger people under his wing (pun intended) and basically be their big brother too

!Out of character!

Felt silly and made a tf2 oc

Comfortable with pretty much anything, just no nsfw asks.

Other Blogs

@the-silly-pyromaniac

@silly-solnyshko (main)

Mod info

Vee | 20 | any pronouns

[your-local-pybro]

How do you use this thing?

Hello folks! I'm Jett!

Im the R.E.D's Pyro/Pybro

My brother, Scout, told me about this Tumbler thing so thought I would give it a shot

I don't have much to say than I'm a pyromaniac and uh...I think Sharks are super fucking cool man. I can talk about them all day

Freinds would be nice. It would be cool meeting other people outside my team. No offense to them. I just want to talk to new peaple

So send me some mail. I have a mail box that totally is mine and I didn't steal off someone's front yard.

(Important OOC Notes below the cut!)

Any artwork posted on this blog is mine unless stated otherwise. Might try and draw some for some asks/Rps

Hello folks! I'm the owner of this account! Idk how active il be on this(il try to be active as I can) but My main is @dani-fox (i use He/It) if anyone is wondering and if anyone wants to see my semi-non tf2 account/artwork.

any OOC or Out of character things will be in Red to make things easy but il still use /OOC. I just want to make ooc stuff red to different from things Jett is saying from what im saying.

Here's Jett's ref for a idea on what It looks like

-Rps from Anons, Tf2 CC blogs and other Tf2 ocs are allowed and encouraged

boundaries stuff uhhh

-magic Anons are welcome as well! Just don't let the magic last for to many posts

-I encourage rps! Have fun, rp with Jett!!

-like the first one questions being asked are also encourage. This is ment to be a ask blog after all.

-please no NSFW asks or stuff you wouldn't say to your parents. The owner is a adult but isn't okay with weird asks being sent by random ppl I don't know.

-this isn't 100% cannon. It's slightly based on my headcannons/interpretations on things

-Don't be a power player,write for Jett,or change its story in rps or asks. That's just mean.

That's really it. Hope.you guys enjoy this silly random RP blog!

[aro-simp]

Hi! Y'all can call me Sean or Sebastian (he/it + cyber/glitch/[redacted])! This is a sideblog, I follow and like from @couple-of-assbutts (and occasionally @schroedingers-faggot )

No DNI, ship and let ship

no tag system, I try to tag all nsfw as nsft

All our posts are okay to be reblogged no need to ask permission :)

F/O list and More On Us is beneath the Read More!

In brackets are shipnames so I won't forget abizt them

Fictoromantic F/Os:

Inspector Lestrade - Sherlock Holmes [Clueless Love]

Bassa Selim - Die Entführung aus dem Serail [Felix Amor]

Tim Bradford - The Rookie [Tough Luck]

Queerplatonic F/Os (this list is not, and probably will never be, complete):

Jesse Pinkman - Breaking Bad [JesSean]

Krazy-8/Domingo - Breaking Bad

Maddie Nolen - Arcane

Helmut Zemo - Captain America: Civil War

Bucky - MCU

Levi - AoT

Captain Curly - Mouthwashing

Jimmy - Mouthwashing (fictive)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell - Top Gun [PsyMav] (soulbonded)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - Top Gun: Maverick [RoosPsy] (introject)

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw - Top Gun [GoosePsy]

Jack Traven - Speed

Gregory House - House MD

Robert Chase - House MD

Lawrence Kutner - House MD

Ninth Doctor - Doctor Who

The Author - Doctor Who OC [Quill-N-Drill]

Simm!Master - Doctor Who [Your Lord And Master]

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Rebecca Crane - Assassin's Creed

Desmond Miles - Assassin's Creed

Wyll - Baldur's Gate 3

Karlach - Baldur's Gate 3

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow - Batman Begins

Bane - The Dark Knight Rises

Almond Cookie + Tea Knight Cookie - Cookie Run

Eddie Brock - Venom

Hobie Brown - Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Gollum - Lord of The Rings

Shane - Stardew Valley

Javier Esposito + Kevin Ryan - Castle

Jerry Tyson - Castle

Ilya Sokurov - The Rookie

Jared Stone - Castle

Ivan - Die Fledermaus

Figaro - Barber of Sevilla

Agent Stone - Sonic

Adam - Hazbin Hotel

Sir Pentious - Hazbin Hotel

Reginald Thorpe - maritimverse

Rodney Lambert - maritimverse

Farengar Secret-Fire - Skyrim

Rune - Skyrim

Dr John Watson - Sherlock Holmes

Dorian Gray - The Picture of Dorian Gray

Henry Clerval - Frankenstein

Robert Walton - Frankenstein

Matthew Asquith - Sherlock Holmes: Der Erpresser von Edinburgh

Cicero - Skyrim

Crowley - Good Omens

Aragorn - Lord of The Rings

Gavin Reed - Detroit: Become Human

Jacob Frye - Assassin's Creed [Jaccup]

John Standish - Assassin's Creed [IT Noob]

James Bond - personal AU

William Cooper - R.E.D.

Sexual F/Os (almost all my selfship have a sexual component, these however are exclusively sexual F/Os):

Cahir - The Witcher (Netflix)

Ancano - Skyrim

Julius Caesar - Asterix

Platonic and Familial F/Os (very very shortened version):

Viggo Grimborn - Dragons: Race To The Edge

Toothless - How To Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Oscar - maritimverse

Polly Danbridge-Burton - maritimverse

Ernest Fillmore - maritimverse

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace - Top Gun: Maverick

Robert "Bob" Floyd - Top Gun: Maverick

Dark Choco Cookie - Cookie Run

Red Velvet Cookie - Cookie Run

Simon "Ghost" Riley - Call of Duty

Ethan Hunt - Mission Impossible

Some random links:

TES OCs, Top Gun S/I

I'm the median host of The Auditorium Hivemind (Audio Hive/Tah)! And this is Bucky, one of our headmates!

"He's just like me fr" - fictionselves (fictotypes and median fictives. We also have other fictives in the main sys but this is abizt meeeeee) - incomplete

Shaun Hastings (Assassin's Creed)

Hiccup/Hicks (How To Train Your Dragon)

Boromir (Lord of the Rings)

James Moriarty (maritimverse)

Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

Connor/RK800 (Detroit: Become Human)

Basil Hallward (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Powder (Arcane)

Elijah Miles (Assassin's Creed)

Carter (James Bond: Casino Royale)

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

I'm really autistic about dragons and (german) voice acting :)

[noxspost]

jane doe

Jane doe is a trans/demiboy meaning he isnt a woman but isnt a full man but he is a he/him. It also doesnt felt that he has DID.

Jane doe had DID since it often comes when trauma causes the brain to spilt into differnt people to protect themselves. so each alter is a different goose head. Well the system developed before the 5th attempt of escape.

He is fine or at last he's doing way better than he was when he first got out of the cold and wound up in a hospital near the Washington State Canadian border.

so jane doe wears a poppy flower wreath since the poppy flower has connections to sleep sleep, peace, war, and death and remembrance and also it's just a pretty flower he likes.

jane doe loves his real mom named Betty and his dad Wallace. His dad Wallace works in the Air Force. They have family in Canada and is the main reason why they were up in Canada when he was born they actually live in Washington State specifically Spokane.

Tallinn is the favorite partner Jane Doe ever brought and Tallinn actually felt a bit nervous to how the other Alters would see him but everyone respects and at least can tolerate him the littles adore him.

He has his mom's blonde hair and he has his dad's complexion they're both Gorgons but his mom is more of a white Goose variant to his dad's Canadian goose variant so their skin tone is different Betty has more of a sandstone kind of coloring to her.

so very pale yellows and oranges and he has more of a craggy sedimentary type of color palette so very layered and stuff.

Gorgon's always have a Stony type of texture to their skin like it's like really rough yet it's a bit smooth smart have rocks can be both bumpy and rough but also smooth at the same time

Jane Doe just wears Band-Aids on his nose most of the time cuz he likes the feeling of it. The helmet is his sister's.

[sonyanightmare]

This is a multi-fandom story I been working on and off on for a long ass time lmao!

But if your interested in me writing more of it, lmk pls, the encouragement helps a lotttt

(Things that are highlighted are mostly for myself to help keep in mind of the timeline and when/where certain events happen but yous can go by them too if yall want)

-Btw none of these images belong to me, credits go to original creators/artists-

Immortality vs Love: Which do You Choose

Keep in mind about the timeline era

Team Fortress 2 takes place in 1968, and the storyline extends up to 1972.

Cold War: March 12, 1947 – December 26, 1991

Tf2 started and ended in the middle of the Cold War according to the actual historical event and the game itself: TF2 official comics help know what happens

Random storyOc x Sniper           +18 content: includes possible sexual themes, detailed gore, etc., multi-alternate universe crossovers (cringe-worthy)

!Read at your own risk!

(most likely going to be an unfinished story anyway, haha)

More research to one of few of my main OC story timelines where she takes place during the Vietnam War/Cold War, so that some characters will come from the Call of Duty franchise, specifically the Cold War.

• TF2: 1968-1972

• Historical Vietnam War & Cold War: Vietnam; 1955-1972 CW; 1947-1991

• Call of Duty Cold War/Vietnam War: 1968(during both wars)-1980s (atomic Bomb tensions) might be mentioned

Love Over Immortality

“Ya bloody wanka!” Sniper had woken up from his nap to the feeling of his hat being taken off his face, where he had placed it to shield any possible shine from the afternoon sun.

The Aussie should have known better, for the only woman on their team would always do something like this to the Marksman. She and the Sniper were close, though their bond was so tight the rest of the Mercenaries were getting irritated that neither of the two made a move. It was obvious that they liked each other but damn the annoyance that the team even tried to help them get together, from leaving the two alone at the base while the rest went into town to mixing up their sitting spots at the dinner table so that they were sitting next to each other. But enough about the impossible couple to happen.

The woman that caught the Assassin’s heart was Sonya Nightmare, and it’s now the second year she has been with the R.E.D team. The team is close to her, although the team doesn’t know her painful past and secrets. They were so close to her, yet they knew little to nothing about her. That doesn’t stop her from enjoying as much time with them as their mortal lives will allow.

Sniper had gotten up from the chair he was napping on as he saw Sonya look at him with that adoring smile as she placed her free hand on the wall side where a door could be. With the other hand that held his hat, she teasingly shook it behind her back as she turned the corner and ran, hearing the familiar sound of boots clicking the wooden floor as they ran towards her, not even close to catching up with her. She giggled the whole way, turning corners sharply as she let Sniper catch up to her now and then, looking back to see a tripping friend trying to do those sharp turns. This continued until she arrived at the destination of her choice; it was Snipers’ tower. Sonya thinks she has lost Sniper, so she climbs the ladder to try and hide her cornered self. But the sound of those boots was getting louder and louder. She backed up as much as possible, hitting her back on the small table in the shadowy corner.

The window nearby may be boarded, but it gave off enough lighting in the room to see a possible shadow below if the sun was high enough. The Sniping from the window was perfect from enemy fire. But the two were in danger because they ran outside the base and into the battlefield, on their side at least; who knows if neither their Spy nor the B.L.U enemy Spy was near.

Sniper finally made it up the ladder, plastering a playful but sinister grin on his handsome face. Sonya played around with her bottom lip as she giggled with a speck of pink that was dusted on her face. His forehead was littered with scraps of sweat, and his breath was raspy; he must have been exhausted chasing her throughout R.E.D’s side of the battlefield.

“You’re a real pain in me arse, love.” Sniper led out a breathy response as he walked long strides toward Sonya. Biting her bottom lip with a smirk, she backs up as much as she can, hat still in both hands behind her back.

“Am I too much for you to handle, Mundy sir?” 

“Ya know bloody well you are, Shelia.” Sniper was almost chest-to-chest with Sonya, her question lingering in their small space. Standing straight, Sonya was only an inch or two shorter than him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he tried to distract her by leaning dangerously close to her face. She’s seen this trick before and got out of the mini trap she was in, and the marksman was playing a game of ‘try and catch me as the long-haired woman and himself chased each other around the sniper towers’ space. Finally, Sniper caught her and pinned her to the boarded window, not realizing their position.

Mundy had pinned Sonya’s wrists with the left on top of her left and his right on top of her right, his chest touching her slightly arched back, and his private area sat firmly on her curvy bottom. Sonya’s hitched voice made him realize their awkward position, but he didn’t say a word to her. They looked at each other for a moment, Sonya breaking contact first as she quickly looked down, then back to him, then to his slightly chapped, parted lips. Without warning, Sonya arched her back, pressed her firm ass more onto his pelvis, and started to grind slowly and roughly. Letting out a deep breathy grunt, Sniper began to do the same and pressed up against her body. Both let out occasional moans as the man rested his head on her shoulder; neither looked at the other as they started getting rougher in their grinding. Mundy let go of one of her wrists and placed his now free hand firmly on her hips, Sonya reaching around and holding his neck as she leaned back and went directly onto his ear, letting him hear her delicate moans more clearly.

Mundy then let go of her other wrist and onto the other side of her hips, forcing her to grind more. Mundy started to lightly kiss and lick at her neck and earlobe, causing her to let out more shaky breaths and moans and hold onto one of his hands that grabbed her hips, dropping the hat. He made Sonya turn relatively fast, almost impatient. He lifted her, her back against the boarded windows, and they continued to grind on each other, a prominent bulge causing friction between the two of them, creating a symphony of moans. Their faces were close, but neither pulled the other closer, letting their hot breaths run all over their flushed faces. Sonya grabbed Mundy’s vest and pulled it off him as he carried her to the small table not far from them. Sonya was laid out for him as they grew closer to one another’s faces; her struggle with his belt left him in a breathy laugh, and he started to take it off. The belt was off, and the pants were loose enough on him that they were beginning to slide the faster they ground. Sonya grabbed the sides of his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her, and they could not stop staring into each other’s eyes. As Sonya was about to pull him in for a kiss, they were interrupted by none other than the Engineer himself.

“Sniper Sonya, y'all up there?” Mundy almost ignored him and was about to kiss her, but she stopped him by placing a singular finger on his lips. He knew Sonya was too kind-hearted towards the Texan to ignore.

“Y-yeah, we are Dell. We’ll be down in a moment.”

“Alrigh’ then darlin’. All I wanted was to know ‘cause dinner’s ready.” The sound of his boots distancing from the two started to fade.

“Bloody hell Sonya, that was too close. I’m sorry, love.” Mundy finally spoke as he grabbed his belt, then the vest and hat.

“Oh, do not worry yourself, Mundy. It will pass by momentarily, so do not be so paranoid.” Mundy was confused as he watched her fix her silky, smooth black hair and set her kimono. She had already finished going down the ladder as she waited for Mundy. Once he was down, they started walking towards the home base as they walked and chatted the whole way to Dell’s delicious dinner.

Sonya had always been such a mystery to Mundy, the whole R.E.D and B.L.U teams. Coming to the hidden base in the mountains without a record of any sort, she’s a ghost to them. All the team knows they are the slight hints she says in her stories or when she was a part of some critical and dangerous military group (must be Special Forces, they all thought). Spy could not find even her military records, nothing under a Codename Altair or her actual name, anything! All the Frenchman found were photos willingly taken with a specified group, the time during Vietnam, but that war is still ongoing. Even if they have a lead from Spy, how would they know where to look for one of these two men? One looked rough and beaten but still could kill, and the other, despite all the cuts and dirt, had slick black hair with the eyes of a sharpshooter. Only one person knows, and she sits right next to their Marksman at the dinner table.

Dated flashback; 2 years, seven months ago

Day 1 at R.E.D

The car ride to base was quiet, even a little too soft for Ms. Pauling's taste. Now and then, Ms. Pauling would look from her driver’s seat to the woman in the passenger's seat, wondering if she should say anything. Being a woman experimenting with relationships, she wasn’t sure if what she was feeling towards the woman in the kimono was a little crush or something else. Ms. Pauling wasn’t sure what her increasing heartbeat was from, to begin with, not from the tense atmosphere or from the attractive woman that sat next to her.

“So, Ms. Pauling.” Sonya started, breaking the silence.

“Oh, uh, yes, dear?”

“What is the team like?” Sonya turned her head from the window to look at the woman in purple.

“Well, from what you told me, you’re used to being the only woman on a team, right? So this is a mercenary group of men.” 

“Hmm, so nothing new I have to worry about then,” Sonya said, smiling kindly toward Ms. Pauling.

When the woman in the driver’s seat looked at Sonya, she couldn’t help but blush at how kind she was, especially when she smiled so nicely.

The drive was quiet as it was long, and even the small conversations were still awkward, but it helped the two become closer, hopefully in a future friendship.

“So, Ms. Pauling.” Sonya started as she looked over at the woman in purple.

“A-ah er, yes, what it is?” Ms. Pauling responded, looking at her with a smile and then back on the road, awaiting her question.

“What are these men like, might I ask?” Sonya questioned, looking outside through the driver’s seat window to avoid the awkward silence lingering in the vehicle.

“Well, most are foreign men. I should warn you if the accents are too much-” Ms. Pauling started ”-One comes from Russia, the deep snowy mountains; one’s a German medical scientist; one comes from Boston, the marksmen come from Australia, and the last is a french man who’s stealth is as skilled as his flirts for women -womanizer- that you should try and avoid, in my opinion.”

“Ah. A German Scientist and a French Spy?” Sonya sounded irritated and almost displeased when she looked at the woman in the passenger seat.

“Well, the German is nice, but he is sorta out of it- a psycho when on the battlefield, and the French man, he’s known for his actual skilled fighting compared to the others, and he can make you fall for such careless charms so please be careful around that one.” Ms. Pauling answered, sounding worried near the end.

Sonya smirked at the thought, “Oh, Ms. Pauling, please, I don’t fall for careless charms and those trying to earn my hand. Besides, you know very little about me; you have no idea what I’m capable of...”

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When the two arrived at the base, Ms. Pauling pulled their little truck into a small but perfect spot in the shade of the trees around them; Soya was greeted with the fog-like aura of nature. The sun settled low enough that the bottom barely grazed the distant mountains. The slight squeak of the car as the truck door reared opened and finally stepped out for a well-deserved stretch of relief. This base location was very different from the desert Valley one Sonya was for sure going to until he met with Ms. Pauling. 'Hardwood' was this locations name. It was a nice area, and Sonya was most for sure going to enjoy this future battlefield experience.

"Hopefully the team is waiting behind the volt doors for us; as I made it clear to them, by calling twice yesterday, they should be eager to introduce themselves to you." Ms. Pauling sounded a bit agitated at the 'calling twice' part.

'Must be something that happens often,' Sonya thought holding back a chuckle as she followed behind the woman in purple.

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"Agh! How long we gotta wait for Pauling to get 'ere, huh?" Scout was walking around, waiting impatiently for the two to show up.

Spy then sighed in annoyance and shook his head, leaning against the wall a freshly lit cigarette rested between his lips. Medic was seated on the couch trying to ignore the Boston man as well. Heavy was with Pyro, Demo, and Engineer in the kitchen helping set up a small variety of the food presentable for their new addition to the team. And the only other member of the team was most likely hiding away in his camper or room within the base that he basically never uses coincidentally right next door to the room their new Mercenary will be sleeping in. We'll not for a long while for the poor quarters is still under deep cleaning of useless stored items and decor, trying to find somewhere to put these items at.

"Zhe more jou complain, nerviges kind, Zhe more agitating jou get Scout." Medic was finally able to speak up after trying to make sure what he was going to say to their newbie about sleeping arrangements. He had the small Hospital beds in the Med Bay, he just hopes that will do for now.

"Well, what 're ya gonna do about it, huh, doc?" Scout taunted, spreading his arms out in a 'come at me stance' towards the German.

"Zhat's it!" Medic grabbed his bonesaw not far from where he stood and started at the Boston.

Scout was running and tripping around the room, dodging a few of Medic's swings and managed to trip just out side the exit area and startled the two women, Scout almost hitting at the bottom of Sonya's Kimono.

Sonya instinctively moved in front of Ms. Pauling blocking the commotion but nothing of danger happened other than the Boston man grunting on the floor from the impact.

Oks das it lol 🤷🏽‍♀️🙃😂🖤

[arkaluca]

Bro is NOT beating the allegations 🍒🤨📸

[shrkpup]

my oc raye! caption of the space ship BIG R.E.D. she’s a vampire dog thing an i think she’s cool :}

[loganfisherred]

About the Assassin.

Greetings. My name is Logan Matthew Fisher. I'm a neurodivergent, transsexual, assassin that works at Mann. Co. Under the R.E.D. team.

My main weapons are smoke bombs, butterfly knives, and a supressed SMG.

I may be an adult, but i do not like unsolicited, gross messages. I also have a committed partner.

I'm still figuring out how to use this site, so things may be "tagged" incorrectly.

Tags.

#answers - Answers from my asks.

#art - Art done by me.

#reblog - Random reblogs.

#mod stuff - Responses or things written by my moderator.

mod stuff

hey everyone!! lars here, i wanna revive this blog so im gonna try to be more active on here.

basic rules.

1. no queerphobia, ableism, blah blah blah. just be a nice person.

2. the mod ( me ) is a minor!! and created this oc!! i swear to god, do not do anything nsfw relating to him.

3. im still kinda figuring out his personality, so thing many be inconsistent.