#tf2 the rogue

[pastel-medic]

Hiii I hope you are having a great day!

So im curious how do rogue came to be ?

in what situation do you think does two would fuse ?

Hi! I hope your day is going well too! 🍰💖

So to start off their design was only made for fun and they don't really have "lore" so to speak! But if I had to give them a scenario for how The Rogue fused in the first place I imagine it goes like this:

Scout had been feeling some bitter resentment towards Spy after discovering his own teammate is his father. He thinks he can hide away and pretend Scout isn't his own son? Spy probably thinks he's better than him! Scout is full of fury and decides to confront him.

Scout doesn't even wait for Spy to answer the door to his smoking room, he just barges in and immediately starts to shout at the Frenchman. All the things he hates about this situation tumbles out, everything he feels and thinks about the other is spit out like snake venom, but halfway through he finds his accusatory tangent ending in a sloppy mess of tears and choked words.

This whole time Spy hasn't said a word. He just stands there, silent, taking every anguished snarl from his son who is making it quite clear that he despises him. By the time Scout manages to stop talking he can only hang his head and avoid eye contact, his posture indicates something Scout did not expect from Spy. The man looks full of shame.

Finally Spy speaks.

"I promised your mother that I would never let anything hurt you, and yet I became the person who caused you the most pain in the end."

These words shake Scout to his core. He can't fathom that Spy, someone who has shown dislike for him out of superiority, is admitting that he made a promise to look out for him. It makes no sense to him. Spy tells Scout that he had to stay separated from them for their own safety. After all, a professional assassin is not without enemies of his own. Even so, he was adamant to keep his promise. So imagine how surprised Spy was when he heard Scout had been hired by a company to work as mercenaries. Knowing the dangers that came with such a job, Spy follows suit as a mercenary to continue looking out for Scout.

The man had been watching at a distance, making sure Scout has backup from the shadows. It's his job as a spy to work undercover. Keeping tabs on someone discreetly is part of his occupation, and thus it's convenient to watch over Scout in this way.

Yet it meant he could not directly acknowledge Scout as his own son.

Spy expresses that he is genuinely remorseful about having to stay absent in Scout's life. He knows he is not a good father, and has accepted his position of being out of his son's life. At this point Scout is speechless with shock and disbelief.

"You have every right to hate me. I would if I were in your shoes. I left you behind. I shouldn't have. And I mean it when I say I'm proud of you."

He turns away on his heel, unable to face at Scout anymore. That causes something in Scout to snap. Before he even registers what he's doing his arms are wrapped around Spy's body in a tight grip, holding him like a scared lost child. In a way, that's how he feels. Even though they don't get along Scout realizes he wants Spy to be proud of him.

"Don't leave again, you stupid moron."

There's a warmth in Scout's embrace. Despite his snarky words he knows Scout means this in a caring way. And he can't imagine his own son would want him in his life after what they've been through.

But they're here. Despite the pain, they know they need each other. And although their pride won't admit it they want to stick together the way they should have as a family.

And suddenly, that warmth grows stronger. That bond between father and son gives them power. They are stronger together.

They are stronger together.

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[tf2shit]

Hey, hey guys

my blu team is done cookin :)

[plushpyro]

more sketchez X3 i might finish the bottom one but ive been struggling to get it looking right :c

[the-red-sniper]

I believe Jeanette has slipped away to your disgusting van.

She has, and she likes it here. ´M afraid you'll have to come to my "disgusting van" to get her.

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sorry for not posting in a long time my computer broke ):

[doobnnoob-tf2]

I made that fic request post forever ago and I feel so bad I'm just now getting to these but @fontodue I hope you enjoy

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Sniper had been called away on a mission and would be gone for over a week. Heavy and Medic decided to go to a lodge a bit up north for the weekend. Engineer, Soldier, Demoman, and Pyro all took a roadtrip to go check out some sort of oddities shop that had opened the next town over and decided to make a weekend trip of it as well. The base was quiet.

"Yo, Spy!"

Mostly.

Spy and Scout were the only two left on the base. And while the calm, quiet, serene bliss of having a relatively empty base was almost heaven for Spy, it was torture - he discovered - for Scout. He'd come to find out that living with seven older brothers only to move to a base with 8 other mercenaries meant he didn't know what quiet really meant or how to appreciate it. But he'd been patient with Scout's annoyingly constant seeking him out. He knew it was only because he was lonely.

And so when he did it again while Spy was laying on the couch in the rec room, enjoying the silence with his eyes shut, he didn't even so much as let out a sigh. He simply moved his arm off his face to look up at him leaning over the back of the couch. "Yes?"

"Okay, good, you're awake. So, I had an idea. Since everyone else is kinda off doin' their thing.. I was thinkin.. ya know.. maybe you and I could head to town in that fancy car 'a yours and pick up chicks at the bar."

"Scout-"

"I know what you're thinkin', and I know. Regular bar chicks ain't your thing, you like fancy ladies. But, and hear me out, I've got a plan."

"Scout-"

"Spy, come on, just trust me with this, please! I'm tellin' you, this idea is foolproof!"

"I am fairly certain in order for a plan to not be foolproof, a fool could not have come up with it."

"Well thankfully there ain't one here today, so come on!" He grabbed Spy and pulled him up to his feet, leading him back to his room. "So here's my plan. We need to stand out, right? If we can get all eyes on us, then we have their attention and we can pick whoever we want at that point." He opened his bedroom door, leaving Spy standing outside it as he stepped in and talked loudly through it. "I went through everything I've got.. and maybe some'a everyone else's stuff, don't tell them. And I think I've put together the best outfit!"

Spy leaned back against the wall opposite to the door, staring at it with an eyebrow raised. He folded his arms over his chest and waited for whatever this horrible display was about to be. And upon its reveal, he..

..well, it took every atom in his body to not move a single muscle in his face, for starters.

Spy stood there, bewildered as his eyes roamed over him. He'd found one of Demoman's kilts. One of Sniper's hats. And what he can only assume is one of Medic's dressier shirts he wears when he and Heavy go out for their weekly dinner dates. None of it matched. Or fit, for that matter. But his eyes darted up to Scout's face and the hopeful look in his eye knocked him out of his stupor.

He cleared his throat and reached up to fix his own waistcoat as he moved away from the wall. "Well, ah.. it is something, I shall give it that. And I can tell you.. chose things wisely." He moved around to look in at the clothing pile on his bed. And then back at Scout again. And then at the clothes, thinking long and hard before turning to him once more with a smile. "How about we move all of this to the recreational room and.. go through it together? I can think of a few.. adjustments we could make to this, oui?"

There was a sparkle in Scout's eye as he ran in to gather all of it in his arms and rush out to head down the hall. Spy followed him, bending down to pick up each article of clothing that falls like a breadcrumb trail behind him.

...

Medic huffed as he opened the door, folding his arms and looking at Heavy. "I still can't believe it. Snowed in!"

"It was lodge, Doktor.. it should have snow."

"But we're in the middle of a desert, it was a desert lodge! How could it be snowed in?"

Heavy chuckled as he moved past him, stepping into the rec room and pausing at the sight. He felt Medic bump into his back before moving around him to see as well.

Scout and Spy sat on the floor, two bottles of wine - one clearly empty - and a mountain of clothes sitting beside them. Both dressed in mismatched outfits and laughing with each other. Spy was the one who noticed them finally when bringing his glass up to take a drink. He paused, looking at the mess and then back at them. "We.. were not expecting anyone to return so soon."

Medic only squinted. "..Spy, are you wearing my pants?"

Scout, already drunk, snickered and then leaned over to wrap his arm around Spy's shoulders. "Yeah, he's showin' me how to, uh.. what were we doin' with all this again?"

Spy looked over at him. "You tried wearing Demoman's kilt to a bar and I was not about to let you do that."

Scout pointed at Spy, looking to Medic. "Yeah, that!"

Medic only sighed, looking between the two. His question wasn't answered, and he only had even more questions now, but he was still too upset with not having a lodge for the weekend to care. Shaking his head, he turned to head to the bedrooms, Heavy following behind him. "You two are doing laundry for a week if you spill wine on anything."

Spy waited for them to leave before turning to Scout and grinning. "Do you think we should tell them we used his shirt to mop up the wine we spilled on the floor?"

"Well, in our defense, we didn't spill it ON his shirt."

The two laughed harder into the rest of the night, plans of going out to drink long since forgotten.

[emotionally-creative-rogue]

I ain't touchin spy. Nuh uh he gon beat my ass

Also sorry Firecracker I dunno how I'd go about that

[politespy]

quirky misadventures of soldine the cyborg is my favorite freak series :3

[mortisinferno]

Meet The Mortician

[TF2.5]

The man in frame stops what he was working on- hunched slightly over an embalming table with what looks like a weasel. Is... why are there bat wings and a finger in that tray there-? "Hello? What is- oh. Alright then. Is this a coms thing or-"

"No, it's a computer. You're a smart man, you know what a computer is."

He rolls his eyes and turns away from the table. "Yes, I know I know- It's hard to tell sometimes with all this absurd technology you have here- I mean a building that heals because you're standing near it?"

"It's all very strange, we understand that Mr. Alighieri. Please just offer some basic information about yourself and we can get back to our respective jobs here."

"You've done part of it for me."

"I have."

"...can that be it?"

"It cannot."

The Mortician sighs. As he speaks, the video has interrupting splicings, "I don't imagine they all need to know my full name, so that will be all of that if it's all the same to ya. I'm a Scotsman in my 40s, I specialise in death preparations (there is a cut to a hearse with a European license plate being driven poorly down a long road and the sound of a siren in the distance) though that does come with some anatomical know-how. So. I am operating as a sort of medic, but not to worry. Any experiments I do will be on persons long deceased- usually (a clip of a shelf of wet specimens and a mounted eel blinks once at the viewer). I am very good at what I do, but there are times when it's just very hard to say for sure-"

"I don't think Mr. Reddy would agree with that-"

"Accidents happen! I've patched him up for it, haven't I?"

"...more or less."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"You seem awfully curious about my role here, sounds a bit like ya wouldn't mind seeing it first-hand?"

"No, why would I-"

[Video Cuts]

He's fine, don't worry about it 8:^)

Thought I'd throw my own TF2 create-a-class out there.

Mortician and mun are over 18, but this blog wont get into any risque territory. Mortician isn't particularly interested in all of that anyway.

This blog will contain medical, funerary elements, gore, taxidermy, and really stupid but inoffensive boomer memes from time to time, so please be wary of that if those things make you uncomfortable or squeamish. These topics will be tagged normally alongside the gimmick sorting tags below.

Other tags to decipher:

#from the morgue -> funerary/mortuary/medical

#rogue taxidermy -> taxidermy (wet/dry specimens, pinning, etc)

#canis -> dog posting lol

#Abel -> anything that correlates more towards his BLU counterpart

Voice Claim: Matt Johnston of The Narcissist Cookbook

[pastel-medic]

Hii omg i love all of youre art ! Its so good

So the other day i saw that you also like pokemon ?

Here's a question ( if you want to awnser )

What pokemon do you think some of your'e ocs would pick for a starter ?

Thank you sm!!! 🍰💖 Yes I was very deep into pokémon before my TF2 hyperfixation reclaimed my soul 😂

Now to answer that question I'll probably only answer with some of the characters I've made here! And I'll assume you mean the starter pokémon and not just any!

VLT Spy (Axel): I personally think he would choose either Snivy or Sobble! Snivy because it's final evolution Serperior is snake-like and her spirit animal would be a snake if I had to choose one, and Sobble because assassin vibes with its final evolution as Inteleon (Haha get it? Inteleon? OKAYI'LLSTOPNOW :P)

The Rogue: Seeing as they're a family fusion of Spy and Scout they would probably go for Scorbunny or Froakie! Scorbunny for obvious reasons and Froakie based on one of Spy's alt weapons (the Conniver's Kunai) being ninja themed!

Shortcake Medic: Now I have to set aside some of my biases because although Shortcake is my Medicsona I think as a separate character he'd choose different from me! He would probably have a Sprigatito or Totodile! Sprigatito mostly for the herbal healing element of him being a Medic and Totodile cuz he'd just find the little guy cute :3c

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Mask spy and handsome rogue

Ily handsome rogue... you're just a bit stinky </3

[thegreatyin]

realized with utter horror that the closest thing the bandaged scoundrel has had to a voiceclaim so far is starscream transformers prime. so like. you can just let that settle in ur mind from now on whenever they say literally anything. let that haunt you. forever. indefinitely. that's what they sound like. ur welcome.

[plushpyro]

did u guyz know I love sticker bombing my art? [click for better quality]

idk why but I've been really loving drawing on paper with markerz/ highlighterz/ crayonz ect. itz been really fun!!! I rlly like how my blu gentlemanly demo turned out itz from thiz video X3 [the other 2 I drew by putting all the freakz I know in a wheel spinner and drawing whoever it landed on :3]

[thesquishyrogue]

Okay, so after rewatching Quazies' Lil Pootis series and seeing how they chose to design the BLU Team, I decided to redesign the BLU version of my OC Rogue so she stands out from the RED version.

I just think it's a really clever way to differentiate the two teams lol

[bagplants]

DND SCOUT ROGUE

with some really cool pants :o