#redrabbit engineering

[booletsandblossoms]

"Of course!" Now, Alexei was in a deeply committed relationship. He loved his dear Aldous with all his heart and didn't have anything close to what he would consider a wandering eye, but he had to be honest with himself-this fellow was cute. Tall and lanky, but with a very adorable rabbitishness about him, even lacking obvious rabbit traits. "Are... not like oder hybrids have met. Most cannot change back. You are... vere-bunny?" It was almost funny to say, but having seen the end result, he can see how most people would be terrified coming across a gigantic creature that was as much canine as lapine. Those teeth were for meat, not lettuce and carrots.

If you see a large, long 9 foot white-furred hare-like humanoid-ish creature running around. Um...Good luck.

Alan had gone off base, stripped down, folded up his clothes, and then shifted into his werehare form so he could run around. Doing this sort of thing made it less painful when the full moon forced him to shift forms. It kept him lucid.

[emerald-isle-sniper]

Carefully Gen's hand moved back and forth as she thoroughly saturated the wall in paint. Her other hand holding up a piece of cardboard to cover the parts of her artwork she didn't want to mark over. Giving the lines she made a crisp edge as she artistically painted the word "Engineer" across one of the cubical walls. Giving her new teammates something pretty to look at instead of the dull grey or red slapped onto everything.

Crouched down like she was Genevieve couldn't see the door leading in. Giving her vital seconds to panic when she heard the door open and someone shuffling in. Her wild copper hair bouncing as she immediately started to shove all her supplies back into her fabric bag. Acting like she could hide what she had done, even though the room smelled like the inside of a paint can.

Being as silent as possible the sniper kept herself low to the ground. Using the cubical walls to keep her out of sight as she scurried away from the scene of the crime. Keeping her flimsy bag hugged tight against her chest to keep them as quiet as she could. Picking the first spot available for her to hide in. Which happened to be under someone's desk.

Curling as tightly as she could in on herself, Gen squeezed herself as far into the cubby under the desk would let her. The grinning veil over the lower half of her helping muffle her breathing while she strained to listen. Waiting for whoever it was to either settle in somewhere or leave all together so she could eventually make her quick escape.

[maple-syrup-heavy]

@redrabbit-engineering 

Elias was hard at work in the kitchen, humming happily. His mom had shipped him some genuine maple syrup and some of her homemade sweets and preserves, so he was in a cooking mood. Making some pancakes and handmade maple sausage patties always made him feel less homesick. “Ohhh, these are going to taste so good,” he crowed, sniffing the sausages in excitement, his mouth practically watering. 

[cleaner-in-grey]

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I have a wererabbit oc lol ( @redrabbit-engineering ) who is also part jackal because how it works for him is that it is a virus that mutates each generation of newly turned person. He's a dead end though due to his genetics. He's still infected and can shift (even off of full moons), he just can't turn anyone. He's a harmless (in terms of the disease, but not in how deadly he can be) carrier.

[classic-toxic-medicine]

Made some art of my boy here >:)

[classic-toxic-medicine]

Hello! We flipped from redrabbit-engineering on April 14th 2023. :)

This is a semi-selective rp/ask blog for my TFC (Team Fortress Classic) Medic OC. As of July 10, 2023, I've decided to have his Emesis Blue verse be his main verse now since it's the main one I use lol

Anyway, both my muse and I are over 21.

Viewer/Interaction discretion is advised due to the source content.

Content may occur such as, but isn't limited to:

Gore, needles, medical horror, torture, unethical experiments, human experimentation, blood, body horror, drugs, drug use, drinking, smoking, body modification, surgery, and kidnapping

Smut is something I don't regularly engage in at all since I'm not really into it. It's allowed with people 18+, but if you lie about your age to get smut out of me, you're getting swiftly blocked.

Anyway, here are links to my about and rules for people who have a hard time accessing it: File/Bio

Rules

I also run these blogs: @cleaner-in-grey which follows back for @the-nurse-in-red and @blu-dogtor, @bleu-corporal-and-scout, @bloodylittlebirbfriend, @sharp-shot-texan, @thylacinus-sniper

Side blogs to this blog (blogs this one follows back for) are: @artificial-espionage (His team is usually RED, but I can play BLU. He's an android Spy. :)) @b0st0nmama (Scout's mom. Low Activity) @engineering-gaytors (A RED Engineer who is very feral) mentally-unwell-soldier-clone (linked because Tumblr doesn't want me to @ the blog rn >:/)

Tags of note: What could have been. (Vanilla TF2) - Normal TF2 verse that most TF2 blogs partake

Empty chairs sat at empty tables (Emesis Blue) - His usual verse/the Emesis Blue universe

[booletsandblossoms]

"Pleasure as vell!" He picked himself back up, lowering his hand back to his side post-shake. "Am from Coldfront. Spring es still very chilly dere but danger of blizzards has passed. Easier to get out. So dat es vhat am doing. Stretching, taking teleporters, just having valk to oder places after being cooped up." He got the mental image and he chuckled. Most Engineers he knew were fairly petite despite being well built. To meet one that'd be even taller than him even when not a giant rabbit was unusual. "Um. Forgive ef is not good to ask, but... are ok?" Some hybrids weren't. Humans weren't really meant to be mutated into animals, so some he'd come across were in pain a lot. Others were on the run from the people who'd made them that way. He didn't want to pry into what could be a sensitive subject, but Alexei, being Alexei, couldn't help but be concerned for his new friend.

If you see a large, long 9 foot white-furred hare-like humanoid-ish creature running around. Um...Good luck.

Alan had gone off base, stripped down, folded up his clothes, and then shifted into his werehare form so he could run around. Doing this sort of thing made it less painful when the full moon forced him to shift forms. It kept him lucid.

[booletsandblossoms]

Yes, this was definitely odd. And much bigger than even Alexei. It made him feel rather small, something he wasn't exactly used to. Still, he didn't scream or try to run.

Instead, he crouched a bit, making his posture non-threatening just in case. He smiled kindly, bit didn't bare his teeth.

"...hallo, friend."

Why should he be frightened? Cautious yes, but he'd seen too much in his time here to have his first reaction be fear.

If you see a large, long 9 foot white-furred hare-like humanoid-ish creature running around. Um...Good luck.

Alan had gone off base, stripped down, folded up his clothes, and then shifted into his werehare form so he could run around. Doing this sort of thing made it less painful when the full moon forced him to shift forms. It kept him lucid.

[booletsandblossoms]

Well there's something you don't see everyday.

Out for a walk, enjoy the milder weather, Alexei was humming to himself. It was a pretty tune, a folk song from his homeland that he remembered his mama singing to him as a child.

He missed her this time of year.

He was about to head back towards his base when he saw it. It looked like a rabbit. Sort of? Huger than any such thing he'd ever seen, and the shape even at this distance wasn't entirely Lapine.

Odd...

If you see a large, long 9 foot white-furred hare-like humanoid-ish creature running around. Um...Good luck.

Alan had gone off base, stripped down, folded up his clothes, and then shifted into his werehare form so he could run around. Doing this sort of thing made it less painful when the full moon forced him to shift forms. It kept him lucid.

[emerald-isle-sniper]

Sweet baby jesus.

It was only now that Genevieve finally got a look at the engineer she had been hiding from. What she was expecting wasn't a towering white wisp of a man. There wasn't really a single set look for engineers, but most seemed to be a shorter stock bunch. This guy was huge. Even with her veil covering half her face there was clear surprise painted over it.

Once he was gone though the sniper took her chance. Rising up to her full height Gen gave a cautious glance around to be sure no one else had slipped in earlier without her realizing it. She was exactly keen on facing a second engineer who might be as big as the first. Her feet moving quick to take her to the door as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder again.

As she began to open it an impulsive thought suddenly struck her. Making her stop to stare for a moment at the blank white canvas the door made, and how funny it would be for the engineer to come back and find the mystery painter had struck again.

Unable to resist, Genevieve blindly pulled out a spray can with a little shake. The glint in her eye mischievous as she popped the lid and began spraying. This time painting a big green smiley face across the center of the door. The only thing keeping her from doing a sniper sight instead, was knowing that it would give them some clue to who had done it.

Carefully Gen's hand moved back and forth as she thoroughly saturated the wall in paint. Her other hand holding up a piece of cardboard to cover the parts of her artwork she didn't want to mark over. Giving the lines she made a crisp edge as she artistically painted the word "Engineer" across one of the cubical walls. Giving her new teammates something pretty to look at instead of the dull grey or red slapped onto everything.

Crouched down like she was Genevieve couldn't see the door leading in. Giving her vital seconds to panic when she heard the door open and someone shuffling in. Her wild copper hair bouncing as she immediately started to shove all her supplies back into her fabric bag. Acting like she could hide what she had done, even though the room smelled like the inside of a paint can.

Being as silent as possible the sniper kept herself low to the ground. Using the cubical walls to keep her out of sight as she scurried away from the scene of the crime. Keeping her flimsy bag hugged tight against her chest to keep them as quiet as she could. Picking the first spot available for her to hide in. Which happened to be under someone's desk.

Curling as tightly as she could in on herself, Gen squeezed herself as far into the cubby under the desk would let her. The grinning veil over the lower half of her helping muffle her breathing while she strained to listen. Waiting for whoever it was to either settle in somewhere or leave all together so she could eventually make her quick escape.

[emerald-isle-sniper]

Clutching her bag like her life depended on it, Gen waited holding her breath. Every muscle was tense and ready to thrust herself out from under the desk and run if the engineer suddenly came charging. Praying to god that her heart would stop being so loud as it pounded in her ears. Making her feel like it was going to be so loud even he could hear it.

When he began to speak again a silent sigh exhaled out in relief. Taking that has her cue to scoot carefully out before anything else tried to give her away. Giving her bag a silent squeeze as if to tell the cans inside to shut the hell up before she hugged them to her chest.

Carefully the sniper made her way onto her feet again. Crouching low to the ground where the cubical walls around her would keep her out of sight. Step by tender step Gen scuttled to the edge of the wall and giving a cautious glance around it. Checking if the coast was clear before she made a move for the door.

Carefully Gen's hand moved back and forth as she thoroughly saturated the wall in paint. Her other hand holding up a piece of cardboard to cover the parts of her artwork she didn't want to mark over. Giving the lines she made a crisp edge as she artistically painted the word "Engineer" across one of the cubical walls. Giving her new teammates something pretty to look at instead of the dull grey or red slapped onto everything.

Crouched down like she was Genevieve couldn't see the door leading in. Giving her vital seconds to panic when she heard the door open and someone shuffling in. Her wild copper hair bouncing as she immediately started to shove all her supplies back into her fabric bag. Acting like she could hide what she had done, even though the room smelled like the inside of a paint can.

Being as silent as possible the sniper kept herself low to the ground. Using the cubical walls to keep her out of sight as she scurried away from the scene of the crime. Keeping her flimsy bag hugged tight against her chest to keep them as quiet as she could. Picking the first spot available for her to hide in. Which happened to be under someone's desk.

Curling as tightly as she could in on herself, Gen squeezed herself as far into the cubby under the desk would let her. The grinning veil over the lower half of her helping muffle her breathing while she strained to listen. Waiting for whoever it was to either settle in somewhere or leave all together so she could eventually make her quick escape.

[emerald-isle-sniper]

Hearing the engineer move closer Gen hugged her knees closer to her chest. Her whole body pressing against the underside of the desk like she was willing herself into becoming it's shadow. Feverishly planning her means of escape while she listened for his footsteps to tell her where he was. She didn't know how mad he was going to be about her artwork, but she knew she didn't want to end up being target practice for one of his machines.

Yeah, keep your tits calm, Alan: She thought after hearing him mutter to himself as he began to move around again. Making all her sphincters tighten into oblivion when she realized that he was in fact looking for her.

Shite.

Her only options now were to either hope he didn't look to far under all the desks or roll out and run for it. It wasn't like anyone on the base knew who she was yet. As far as he knew she could be anyone. The only problem she saw was the possibility of him being armed. Even with respawn Gen didn't want to take that stomach turning trip from this side of consciousness to the next.

However, it was now or never. Carefully the sniper unfurled from her tight ball with her hands clutching her bag for dear life. Doing everything in her power to keep the cans inside from rattle as she moved. But just as she repositioned herself onto her knees the bag shifted weight. Making them clank softly in a way that dropped her heart into her stomach.

Carefully Gen's hand moved back and forth as she thoroughly saturated the wall in paint. Her other hand holding up a piece of cardboard to cover the parts of her artwork she didn't want to mark over. Giving the lines she made a crisp edge as she artistically painted the word "Engineer" across one of the cubical walls. Giving her new teammates something pretty to look at instead of the dull grey or red slapped onto everything.

Crouched down like she was Genevieve couldn't see the door leading in. Giving her vital seconds to panic when she heard the door open and someone shuffling in. Her wild copper hair bouncing as she immediately started to shove all her supplies back into her fabric bag. Acting like she could hide what she had done, even though the room smelled like the inside of a paint can.

Being as silent as possible the sniper kept herself low to the ground. Using the cubical walls to keep her out of sight as she scurried away from the scene of the crime. Keeping her flimsy bag hugged tight against her chest to keep them as quiet as she could. Picking the first spot available for her to hide in. Which happened to be under someone's desk.

Curling as tightly as she could in on herself, Gen squeezed herself as far into the cubby under the desk would let her. The grinning veil over the lower half of her helping muffle her breathing while she strained to listen. Waiting for whoever it was to either settle in somewhere or leave all together so she could eventually make her quick escape.