#tf2 jack of all trades

[ozzyeelz]

Doodle + sketch dump featuring the BLU Shifter (Wren) and other’s silly tf2 ocs :3

@sicc-nasti (Blu and Admin couriers/Brady and Brandie), @mickmundane (Blu Jack of All Trades), @iaminsideyourwalls (Blu Charger/IJsbrand), @arts-of-gjb (Makoto), and @beepiesheepie (Jay the Janitor) :3

Make sure to vote for them in the upcoming tf2 oc tourney made by @/tf2shipswag!! :D

[sicc-nasti]

Ummmmmm teehee I think about The Jacks and The Couriers a normal amount

They are totally just. Normal roommates. That do very normal roommate things. As observed here.

Jack of All Trades belongs @mickmundane and courier me! :3

[mickmundane]

Happy 15th Anniversary to LittleBigPlanet!

Although a bit early :'] October 27th... I've been meaning to try and redo those little TF2 sackboy designs I made a while back but in the meantime, have a Jack of All Trades and Sackboy hangin' out :]

Lore + lines under the cut!

Wolfgang keeps a lot of sentimental items in his bag alongside the essentials—namely family heirlooms, but also gifts from friends! One such sentimental item is a burlap sack doll much akin to Sackboy here. Originally, it was his grandfather's from when he was a child, and now it's Wolfgang's from when he was an infant!

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Can’t believe we missed it yesterday! But at least I got a good excuse to draw the twins together :)

Happy Birthday! @mickmundane

[4oh4blognotfound]

I haven’t even worked on Clyden’s ref sheet art yet, but I did find the time to do a bit of ship art.

[jacqueline-of-all-trades]

What color is your aura?

Tagged by: @home-plate-muses

Tagging: @arrows-and-illusions (curious about johanna), @nik-knight (nikola?), and whoever else sees this who wants to do it or has an active TF2 blog (the numbers of those I know are dwindling😔)

[dorenarox]

Doing the Demoman's job.

[scr11bles]

Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation

[paranoidginger]

Random headcanons for the TF2 mercs!!

Scout: ADHD hardcore, should probably be medicated for it, but isn't. This man cannot stand still for anything, he is always tapping his feet or fiddling with something. He definitely bites his nails, especially his thumbs. Repressed bisexual who is accidentally homophobic because he thinks he isn't supposed to like guys, and thinks everyone chooses to like the opposite gender. He's a surprisingly good artist, and he has dyslexia. That mixed with dropping out of highschool made him somewhat illiterate, spelling is hard, and so is reading any big words.

Soldier: Jack of all trades, he has had every job possible, but if he weren't in love with going to war, he'd probably settle on properly running a raccoon sanctuary. He is the reason why Medic had to invent a cure for rabies. Definitely thinks that being a lesbian just means that you like women, regardless of gender, he refers to himself as a Lesbian after learning that Pauling Identifies as one.

Pyro: Probably not even a human, uses any and all pronouns. They're really smart, despite acting childish, and are the one who built their flamethrowers. Probably collects stickers. Would definitely watch MLP and drag the other mercs into watching it with them, Pinkie Pie is definitely their favorite of the mane six. They draw a lot, and are pretty good at it whenever they want to be, they just prefer drawing silly things. Their room probably smells like burnt plastic and gasoline.

Demo: Only goes sober whenever shit gets super, super serious, like one of the other mercenaries that he cares about gets hurt. He's got a really strong caretaking instinct that gets drowned out by drunken recklessness. He's a total lover, and definitely the type of guy to kiss the homies goodnight. It takes a LOT to actually get him drunk drunk, like, I'm talking ungodly levels of alcohol that would probably kill the average person. He's Spy's drinking buddy, and probably knows the most about Spy's background from listening to his drunken ramblings about regrets and how he wishes he was a better father. Demo probably knows a lot about most of the other mercs, just because he's a good listener and a vault whenever it comes to sensitive information. He's also really fucking smart. Probably pansexual tbh, just based on vibes.

Heavy: He gets nervous whenever he has to help out any of the more 'delicate' mercenaries. He knows he's ridiculously strong, and he has excellent control of himself, but he can't help but feel like he's handling glass whenever he's helping out any of his injured teammates, especially when it comes to Scout or Spy. He's super fucking protective of all of his team though, and would absolutely crack skulls if anything happened to any of them. He is the only person other than Medic who is allowed to touch Archimedes. Probably bisexual with a preference towards men.

Engie: He's usually pretty polite, but can be one of the most brutal out of any of the classes. He's definitely autistic with a special interest in machines. He probably wants to capture one of the mvm robots just to run tests and see if they're sentient. Low-key god complex, like, moreso than medic, he's just super humble about it. He definitely talks to all of his machines. He's 100% a trans man, I can see him as being demisexual.

Sniper: Definitely autistic, he's probably got a shitload of random animal information. Total arachnophobe, but only towards small spiders. Hand him a tarantula and he's fine, but show him a stick covered in baby spiders and he's going to probably kick it as far away from himself as possible and run away. He adores lizards of all kinds, and probably used to lay on the ground watching them all the time as a kid. This man can't use a kitchen for shit, but he manages to make anything he cooks over a fire absolutely delicious, he probably refuses to share though. Probably Asexual. Has a shitty taxidermy rat in his camper that he's unnecessarily proud of, and he probably collects bones. Super into oddities and weird little knick knacks, and he still has all of his baby teeth that he keeps in a little jar on a shelf. Can't run for shit, but could walk for hours if need be. Likes doing arts and crafts, he knits in his free time, and almost always has a sewing kit with him.

Medic: Knows a little about every different medical field, he just sort of studied up on whatever piqued his interest. DOES have a PhD in medical science, he just lost his license to legally practice in a hospital or doctor's office. Gay, probably a trans man. Has definitely experimented on himself before, giving himself different deadly diseases and whatnot just to challenge himself to make a cure before he dies. Also autistic. Spoils the fuck out of his birds, and would probably Frankenstein together a human body for Archimedes if he could figure out how.

Spy: Bisexual genderfluid icon. Usually only gets caught because he's being way too much of a cocky showoff. Definitely wears eyeliner and says that it 'helps him see better' when it's bright out, even though it's 100% just a fashion statement. Has a collection of antique cigar boxes and lighters.

[hop-a-lot]

If you don’t mind me rambling about Saxton again… heheh

Trans man Saxton Hale has my ENTIRE heart. And even though I’ve been obsessed with him for years, the headcanon really didn’t hit me until last year.

I just think that Saxton being trans makes his whole hyper-masculine persona even more interesting. As a little kid, he was surrounded by images of what a proper Australian man is supposed to be like- and Australians in tf2 are already a caricature of masculinity in a sense.

So when Saxton transitioned, he decided to become even MORE of an exaggerated caricature of stereotypical masculinity. And it’s not anything he forces himself into either. He genuinely LOVES the way he is and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I also like to think he’s entirely non-op. Yk that meme that’s like- “getting jacked instead of getting top surgery”? THATS SAXTON HALE.

Sorry for rambling so much about a headcanon that you probably don’t share hahaha I’m just sooooo mentally ill for Saxton Hale (wow who would’ve guessed?)

Trans Saxton is a fun concept for his headcanon! also add that there's period in tf2 universe wherein women commonly seen as 'polished' and 'the peers won't do any harm', so he himself sort of breaking through the label and get more jacked than average Australian lol

I'm all happy to hear about thoughts for Saxton! I believe he's more than just being a coarse muscle man so welcome to spill it

[lunatic-pudge]

Thinking about Postal Dude as the tenth class in TF2.

Yeah, I know the timelines don't add up, but let's just pretend that isn't an issue.

Like, imagine Miss Pauling telling the mercs that there will be a new guy joining them. A sort of jack of all trades class. Now some mercs don't really care, others are excited, typical stuff.

And then they meet him

This 6'8" nasty ass, crackheaded ginger who wears sunglasses and a trenchcoat despite it being 80+ degrees outside. He's rude. He's gross. He won't stop pissing everywhere. He's... surprisingly good at his job. He's kinda like an American counterpart of Sniper.

Before a match, he's just sitting in the corner smoking a health pipe, not even prepping himself for the battle. Everyone fully believes he ain't gonna make it out alive. He's dead meat. But then he's out there, and he's just massacring the Blus. He's barely getting hit by a bullet and gets the intelligence within five minutes of the match starting and hasn't even died once! Hell, he hasn't even asked for Medic to heal him up yet.

Yup, he's a keeper. A terrifying one, but a keeper nonetheless.

The mercs don't understand him. Who the hell is this man, and how is he already good at this gig? They don't believe him when he's tells them how he's survived the apocalypse twice and all the other crazy shit he's been through. (I don't think he'd tell them about the events of Postal 1, though, due to it being a rather sensitive topic). They think he's making it up, but he's not. They just think it's the ramblings of a crackhead.

Also, they all most likely make fun of him for going by Postal Dude. It's such a ridiculous name that there's no way it's his real name (even though it's on checks, packages, and even his med bottles).

Oh, and Champ is there as well. He's the fan favorite amongst the mercs cause he's a good boy who's happy to be included.

[nishnormp]

thinking way too hard about things that probably do not need this much thought

In lieu of tfc merc brainrot, I have decided to do some historical research and character workshopping to shape out the details of everything needed in ficwriting. I have nothing else to post (my art is not going well) so I might as well scream about this

P1: TF2 alternate history bullshit

Abraham Lincoln inventing rocket jumping before the existence of stairs, the entire thing with Australium, so on. Despite TFC having modern kevlar (as opposed to looney toons weapons, but a bit about that later) and a more serious/gritty tone, the setting is still within the TF2 universe; which means having a weird fusion of irl history and vaguely reasonable fantasy absurdities.

To clarify, I am not a bona fide history nut who knows absolutely everything (ffs my own country's history doesn't even play much in western incidents). I've just been doing research thru online articles, videos, and talking to other ppl who know more than me, so my brain can lack a bit for certain things; do correct me if I get anything wrong.

By the 1850s (estimation) Australia became a tech giant due to discovering Australium, making insane progress in basically every field (and also making their population very jacked). Newfound inventions also require raw resources, and this page confirms that australians pick their leader mostly based on pure strength, which begs the question; are they still connected to Britain? Would there still be a benefit for them to be linked to Britian the way they are?

There are many cases where nations plunder other nations just for natural resources; Britian is one particularly infamous force with many colonies, which makes me wonder if Australia ever resorted to snatching them just to afford all the material components that their tech requires. Australia was part of the British Empire up until 1901 irl (not too far from 1890), but the question about resources and sovereignty(even if symbolic) still remain (Britain likely wouldn't like a territory growing at terrifying and eventually unmanageable rates, and at that rate I doubt Australia would settle for middling trade margins)

(Well, apparently Saxton owns England. But that was when he discovered the internet)

There's also the ensemble of first gen mercs. RED and BLU recruit progressively less important mercs as time goes on, starting from important historical/media figures, to modern militant professional-lookin dudes, and finally to the current crop of crackheaded TF2 mercs we know and love. The Original mercs I mostly want to focus on are Abraham Lincoln and John Henry.

I'm not exactly sure if John Henry is even a real person, but he was a symbol for labor movements and the civil rights movement; the fact that he IS a real person in TF2 lore is p vital methinks, especially since him and Lincoln seem to be on the same team. Mercs are paid a lot, even the "bottom of the barrel" tf2 ones: scout has his merch collection to show for it, medic has his exotic animal parts, heavy has his gun ammo (and also casually gave a child 7k dollars), etc; could John Henry have spearheaded civil rights movements not just in America but also other territories (like africa) with the bread and merits he got for the job? Does he have a legacy with rouge merc groups (armed unions?) that fight against imperialism? Maybe even effect/radicalize Lincoln about some things??? Unethical business practices still persist even in Saxton's era (hell, he's an example) but maybe the (hypothetical) challenges to Britain's grasp on its colonies and evolution of munitions would give the people an edge.

I have no idea how a drastically colony-less Britain would affect the timeline of WW1 (esp in less popular side-wars like in South Africa where Britain was very much involved, which may be problematic since my interp of cmedic is FROM there but anyways) (btw they only won that bc they out-attritioned Germany, but by that point maybe the dutch or the americans would take over), but surprisingly enough WW2 ends at around the same time it does irl, despite my initial thought that a roided-out Allied Australia would be more than capable of turning the Axis Powers into a skidmark. The likely explanation for that is that the finer details were just not important for the tf2 comics that took place AFTER (fair enough), but as someone planning to write the 1930s mercs . Pain . My working explanation is that seemingly unaligned private contractors can get ahold of weapons easier than Certain governments, which makes mercs more popular than national soldiers for carrying out certain missions (plausible employer deniability baybeeee).

P2: Conflicting class meta - CHeavy edition

Onto something less heavy, another part of ficwriting is figuring out how characters are...characterized. The TFC mercs dont have much canonical info (I've already turned two of them into straight up ocs because I am NOT going to write p3dos from start to finish of a longfic) so I settle for looking at other things, like gameplay and ingame roles.

The first I focused on was cheavy, the leader of the group. Grouchy, but a surprisingly tolerant team player.

This IS reused from a previous post (im lazy) but the first bullet basically says "otherwise, offensive heavies are frequently looked down on and the power of the other team's defense will have you dead in no time". Gameplay-wise, CHeavy is considered the simplest class and the easiest one to master; most tfc gamers think its a common noob pick. His total health is pretty good, he occupies a big space so he can block narrow paths, and the way he attacks is simple; but he's slow even when b-hopping (grenades cant boost him either) so he can be outrun/picked apart by other classes, which really shows in tfc's most popular game format: capture the flag.

I've seen about a handful video of tfc gameplay that WASN'T ctf (or the slightly diff gamemode with a defense system), and even if the 4th bullet point is right, those two classes are usually doing more important things during ctf. My main point is that despite being the leader, he isn't the type of class to lead the charge.

The most reasonable thing I can think of is that he's just . Really good at strategy and can keep track of his team while reliably holding down a position. That, and his superior bulk makes him shine more outside of the gravel pits. Whatever it is, it does make more sense to me now that I revisit the comic panels where he is VERY spiteful that his teammates got killed (rather than calling them weak, they fr matter to him bc otherwise, he isn't getting shit done)

(Ik the reason hes the boss is bc big scary dude and karmic ass-handing via other heavy who actually respects his doctor but shh the fic demands reasons)

P3: Conflicting class meta - Cmedic edition

The contradiction I can immediately clock is the fact that cmedic never gets mentioned despite his omnipresence in his original game. Most hc's I've seen interpret him as the exact opposite of the current medic, which is a dedicated doctor who also happens to be a sweetheart (with very rare exceptions), but may I propose the theory that all mannco medic mercs are bastards? I'm 99% sure that the original medic was sigmund freud. TF2 medic is just a menace. Post WW1 most moral and noble medics would bust their asses at hospitals rather than sign up to a contract tying them down to just healing 8 other people and killing other people over and over, but that's just my hc (we're all making shit up, might as well have fun with it).

The most common citing for cmed's hidden menace energy is his virus weaponry, but I think his ingame role also shows it pretty well. Practically taking the scout's niche and making it less punishing by having straight upgrades of his two weapons, giving healing utility AND also being able to sniff out spies like a cscout (he can't diffuse bombs or trail caltrops, but he's already powerful as is). Imagine being cscout, having to compete for flag capture points with this guy who practically has everything you have but better (instead of leaving behind super visible spikes he has a college degree). This isn't even like the modern sniper vs spy debate where it can still be debated that spy has a unique niche with his mindgames, cmedic just straight up took copied his homework, 98% percent matching on the plagiarism bot.

Cscout and cmedic beef is very likely, but if cscout is a literal god at what he does then there won't be much issue, since the best cscout is ultimately better at flagrunning than cmedic. Its likely that cscout is simply human tho, so that's some drama that can happen.

Funnily enough the tfc class that gets the most weight and hate on its shoulders is sniper. This is because servers have a limit on how many snipers can join, and if a shitty sniper took up the slots, the rest of the team would be pretty pissed. Meanwhile, a competent sniper is the bane of every player's existence; a missed shot can still slow someone down until a medic cures them.

P4: cmedic backstory building hell - barely organized nonsense

Last one I swear. My drawings of cmedic explicitly portray him as a person of color- more specifically a cape malay, from the cape territory in South Africa; he even curses in malay in one of the posts. Ig I wanted the cast to be more diverse, but it did make his backstory somewhat harder to write.

Mann co is situated in New Mexico, far from SA. How and why did he get all the way there? With the fanon worldbuilding I set, what is stopping him from simply joining a nearer merc group? Probably heard of it through the grapevine, and travelled for fat stacks; wouldn't be uncommon for doctors (or mercs) to be highly motivated due to money. I wondered of what would set him apart from all the other hypothetical medic applicants that probably graduated from upstanding colleges like harvard, then I recall all those common hcs.

1)Most applicants assumed that the job would consist of primarily healing, without considering how bloodthirsty their company would be, and/or 2)the BLU team has been getting genuine medics and chewing them up like gum (and spitting them out utterly mangled, I suppose). There's also the possibility that some margin of these medics actually had some weapon training, but at that point a lot of time has been spent (also some conflicting motives there, I can't imagine the perks that a deadly merc job has over a hospital job unless the guy got a kick out of it).

My next idea was to make him a ww1 vet on the side of the British (australian? american?) colonies of SA, having joined midway after finishing his education. However this would clock his age during the current 1970s timeline to be around 81, pretty old; most of the tfc mercs would be 70s max around that time. Cmedic is visually the youngest of the mercs too, you can compare his smooth eyes to the more sunken cspy's eyes and there is a notable difference. This is really just an issue of me being on the fence about fully oc-fying him (a friend of him suggested making him a vampire, I am almost tempted to make it so).

In the case that particular hurdle is overcome, there are more details I have to iron out. I figured that his motives either come from wanting to financially help out his family after the war's sheer devastation, or just . a general resentment for the way things unfolded, and he swapped to merc work in the states to get properly paid for his work and (attempt to) fill the void in his soul. Maybe a mix of the two. An outlier in his community for being a godless man and having very material and tangible masters (science and money), he abandons the lofty ideals of nationalism and sides himself with the highest bidder in the private market. Also developed an insane immune system (trenches and exposure are no joke).

(Certain classes have shared characteristics across gens, like the demos' deranged smiles and engies' wholesome vibes. With sigmund freud, tf2 medic as the archetypal mad doctor, and tfc medic as the archetypal capitalist doctor, there are now three gens of doctors with dubious machinations.)

He'd probably be a great medic, respecting merc code and all (funfact tf2 medic mentions tfc demo by name, implying that he knows his real name and putting a dent in my theory that being on a first-name basis is a big deal actually , my countertheory to that is that grey mann gave him the team's files and tf2 medic wants to spite them). Cmedic also reverse-engineered the medkit and made a new version for non-gravel war missions, since the usual has several hard drugs (heals to full instantly and gives adrenaline boost, sounds sus especially if you read jarate's side effects) since he ended up somewhat caring about his pack of rabid animals

[sicc-nasti]

WOW SO THIS is gonna be a big artdump of TF3tober art ive done so far! Ive been having a LOT of fun with it, especially drawing other peoples ocs! Everyones oc's have immaculate chemistry, Im very very blessed to have my silly mailmen be a part of that! ------------------------------------------ Jay the Janitor belongs to @beepiesheepie Wren the Shifter belongs to @ozianthus-arts Wolfgang/Bluey, Jack of All Trades belongs to @mickmundane Agatha belongs to @arts-of-gjb Sailor belongs to @duskgryphon Rusty the Pilot and Armani the Decoy belong to @ottosbigtop Brady, Brodie, Brandie (Blue, Red and Purple Courier!) and Priest belong to me!! :3

Make sure you check out everyones oc's!!! Theyre WONDERFUL <3

[mickmundane]

A little birdie told me it was Yeehawgust so I couldn't not make at least one thing for the fella from cattle country

(We're finally into monsoon but when the clouds break it gets hot again quick)

((Fun fact, the horse's name is Rose Anne, after his grandmother))

Vote the Jack of All Trades!

[tanerine]

I associate my femininity with the moon, and my masculinity with the stars. I only realized after I chose the name Sunny that I had become a little solar system all by myself.

Hi! I’m Sunny/Lego :)

» 23 - Trans - Bisexual/Bigender - She/Her/He/Him - Femme Presenting

» Writer, artist, photographer, stage actor/theater jack-of-all-trades, voice actor, and Game Master. Ask me about my OCs, PCs, and NPCs :)!

» Lego, Space, Hot Wheels, DC Comics, Hero Forge, Dimension 20, Doctor Who, Star Trek: SNW and DS9, TF2, Gravity Falls, various other things I can’t think of rn

» If you want a real good read on me, check out my playlist!

[leorawright]

Tf2 Masterlist 6

Mercs figuring out you wanted a nuclear weapon as a child

Mercs finding out you're a Mafia bosses kid

Mercs with s/o who's a s*** post generator

Soldier's s/o coming home after a long trip

Mercs with s/o who has a cute accent

Mercs with s/o who can transform inti a giant wolf

Mercs with lucky s/o

Medic meeting Scout's dentist (a.k.a Medics new crush)

Mercs finding out their s/o is Merasmus's adopted kid

Mercs with s/o who crochets

Mercs with s/o who's afraid to ask for affection

Mercs with s/o who hates public speaking

Mercs with s/o who doesn't like to be touched

Mercs with s/o who can bend different elements

Mercs with s/o who has an army of crows

Mercs having a crush on the enemy Medic

Mercs with s/o who's terrifed on Santa

Mercs figuring out their s/o owns a three legged cat named Yardstick

How the mercs get flustered

Mercs going on a mission with an enemy team member

Mercs with a crush on the enemy Medic 2

Demo cuddling hc's

Angsty tf2 hc's 2

Medic with s/o who's a crime scene cleaner

Mercs reaction to a kiss cam

Mercs reaction to their s/o cupping their face

Medic defending his crush at a bar

Mercs and s/o going to a roller skating rink

Demo with abroromantic s/o

Mercs with s/o who has trypanophobia

Demo and Pauling with s/o who has social anxiety

Mercs finding a monster in the vents

Demo with s/o who has anxiety about life being a simulation

Mercs with Addams Family s/o part 2

Mercs with s/o who likes Medic's experiments

Mercs reaction to their crush confessing through song

Mercs with nerdy s/o

Mercs with s/o who daydreams a lot

Mercs reaction to their crush kissing them out of adrenaline

Mercs figuring out s/o is the Administrator's kid

Mercs with friend who's a jack of all trades

Sleepy cuddles with mercs

Mercs with s/o who's always sober

Mercs with florist crush

Mercs with s/o who's been conditioned to cry silently

Mercs with s/o who has chronic depression

Mercs with s/o who works at an animal shelter

Mercs with s/o who has bad tooth pain

Mercs finding their s/o in their hometown

Mercs s/o reaction to merc speaking their mother language

Mercs coming to their s/o's home in the Philippines

Mercs dating the Administrator's kid part 2

Mercs with so who confesses while drunk

Mercs with Na'vi s/o

Mercs crushing on Medic's older sibling

Mercs reaction when Addams Family s/o proposes

Mercs with Mafia s/o part 2

My favorite characters with a crush

Sniper with s/o who's surprisingly strong

Mercs crush helping them during a humiliation round

Sniper with s/o who has a double trombone/sniper rifle

Mercs finding s/o (Administrator's kid) after they ran away

Mercs with a selkie s/o

Mercs with s/o who lost the ability to walk in the military

Mercs with edgy reader who has a ton of plushies

Mercs with s/o who's like a dragon person

Sniper with crow hybrid s/o

Mercs with reader who looks human but is eldritch in nature

Sniper with s/o who knows they're a fictional character

Scout with reader who defected from the Grey Manns army and sees Scout as a brother

Mercs with trypanophobic s/o who has to get a shot

Soldier and s/o getting snowed in

Scout finding his middle child sibling who was forgotten

Medic with fluff prompts 1 and 3

Mercs with fluff prompts 1 and 5

Mercs with s/o who takes them shark diving without the cage

Mercs with an Irish s/o

Mercs with s/o who looks emo and listens to metal

Sniper with fluff prompt 11

Mercs with so who scratches their arms raw

Scout with angst prompt 4

Sniper with angst prompt 6

Scout with angst prompt 4 part 2

Soldier finding reader's dying wish, to confess

Medic with angst prompts 12 and 20

Mercs with stressed s/o

Mercs with so who's basically invincible

Mercs with s/o who makes jokes that only make sense to them

Mercs seeing their crush dressed up for a mission

Medic with s/o who can't feel pain

Mercs with s/o who clips into the backrooms

Sniper with s/o who's very good at hunting

Mercs finding out Soldier has a sibling

Mercs with s/o who's like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat

Mercs with s/o who's a picky eater

Mercs with so who likes words of affirmation and physical touch

Characters reaction to you asking what they'd do if you disappeared

Medic with s/o who's a birdkeeper

Tf2 with s/o who got caught up in everything

Medic being jealous of his crush hanging out with Sniper