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🪗👉👈

// Taunts for him would include!!

A bear trap taunt where he holds it in front of his face and snaps the jaws closed a few times before storing it back.

Tranq gun taunt where he uncaps the end of the tranq needle and pokes it with his index finger.

Shotgun taunt where he raises it and swings it side to side anxiously before it goes back to the player screen.

Mourning Mercs: Crossing his arms and looking down, swaying back and forth a few times and grumbling before shaking his head and going back to normal.

Schadenfreude (laughing taunt): Covering his face with his hand and tilting his head back to muffled laugh before tilting it down and taking a breath.

Unleashed Rage: Angrily rocking side to side and balling his fists up threatening to punch. Cursing out in spanish before going back to normal.

Trapper Specific taunts!!

Idle taunt 1: Sitting on the ground, refilling his tranq vials with a small bottle and putting them to the side. Interrupted with small pauses to look around him and make sure no one’s near.

Idle taunt 2: Folding chair appears behind him, and he sits down, propping his prosthetic leg up against a small rock in front of the chair. Small movements to get comfortable or reposition his leg, small look arounds.

Class specific taunt 1: Setting down a bear trap, checking to make sure it works by pressing his prosthetic foot into it and letting it clamp shut around the metal. Shows it off side to side before struggling to pry it off.

Class specific taunt 2: Cracking his neck and pulling his spiked cuffs over his knuckles. Putting his hands up and swaying back and forth while making a “come hither” motion with four fingers.

Class specific taunt 3: Putting his hands cupped around his mouth and imitating bird calls then getting swarmed by a bunch of birds. He shakes them off and goes back to normal.

Class specific taunt 4: Pointing and then sliding his thumb over his throat. Baring his teeth and spitting at the ground before standing back.

wow these are ass. so sorry to let you down

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TF2 FANCLASS / OC ASK GAME

🎩 - What kind of cosmetics would your OC have, if they were in game?

🔫 - What kind of upgrades would they have?

🩹 - What is their base HP? What is their base speed?

🎼 - What would their theme sound like?

📽 -What would their "meet the team" video look like? Would it be an interview, or a narrative?

🪗 - What taunts would they have?

👔 - If they absolutely HAD to be one of the 9 classes from the game, which would they be?

📰 - They're in the news! For what?

📸 - Someone finds a photo they don't want getting out. What is it of?

🍞 - What is the bread associated with them that spawns from the teleporter?

🚔 -They've been arrested! What for?

🚀 - You have to put them in any game other than TF2. what game do you put them in?

🕒 - What time do they wake up / go to bed?

🌙 - It's halloween! What kind of bird / monster are they?

🫂 - Who/Which characters are they close with?

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[ @rengineer ] "Merry Christmas, pardner! Thanks for stoppin’ by."

“Merry Christmas..? Thank you for inviting me.”

The Trapper’s words are a little quiet, probably not used to thanking someone or being thanked for tagging along somewhere. But, it’s nice to hear. He decides the Engineer deserves a little respect.

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The Trapper perks up as he watches Finny’s tail wrap around himself. He he had seen some crazy things in his line of work, but he didn’t think the tail was actually real.

“Your tail is real?”

He questioned, glancing down at the furry appendage before looking back up at Finny’s face. Were the ears real too? How curious…

I really like your uhm your uh your. Your uhm y..your. uh. Y..your. I..I forgot..sorry

“…Are you okay?”

The Trapper questions, furrowing his brows. He’s a bit annoyed really, already not understanding English very well.

“Speak up. What did you like?”

He pushes, crossing his arms and awaiting a proper sentence to reply to.

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The Trapper listens, shifting from one foot to the other. He nods in agreement of the eggnog though, having heard that phrase tossed around after the eggnog has mysteriously become alcoholic.

“The eggnog has alcohol now, yes.”

It’s pronounced weird, but he’s understandable. The man looks down at his sweater, giving it a look-over before looking back at Finny. He nods, accepting the compliment but not saying a proper thanks.

“One teammate gave it to me. I don’t know what it means.”

I really like your uhm your uh your. Your uhm y..your. uh. Y..your. I..I forgot..sorry

“…Are you okay?”

The Trapper questions, furrowing his brows. He’s a bit annoyed really, already not understanding English very well.

“Speak up. What did you like?”

He pushes, crossing his arms and awaiting a proper sentence to reply to.

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//I posted the wrong blank before, im so sorry ack. It’s now updated!! Proper blank has been added!!

// Wanna go on a date with the Trapper? Here’s your chance!! This is open to anyone who wants to go on a dinner date with him. You’re free to change the text as well!! Do anything!! Draw anyone in!! Oc’s, yourself, other characters, go crazy!!! Original pic/comic panel under the cut.

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I appear out of thin air, a rose in my mouth, its thorns leaving my lips and gums slightly bloody.

"Hellooooo handsome." I say as I try to casually lean on a nearby wall, but misjudge the distance and bump my head on it instead.

"Woaugh. All good, all good." I speak through the rose. My palms dust the grime off my clothes and I retry the coooool leaning pose, but miss again and bang against the wall once more. I have an open wound at this point.

"Oaughh. You're so pretty from down here woagfh."

The Trapper stares at the anon, only blushing an almost unnoticeable amount. He watches the whole fiasco, amused. Though as the anon lands on the ground and stares up at him, he becomes quite flustered.

“Get up the ground.”

He mutters out, stepping back a few feet so the anon isn’t staring directly up at him. The Trapper looks away, shaking his head and covering his mouth with his hand.

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// Wanna go on a date with the Trapper? Here’s your chance!! This is open to anyone who wants to go on a dinner date with him. You’re free to change the text as well!! Do anything!! Draw anyone in!! Oc’s, yourself, other characters, go crazy!!! Original pic/comic panel under the cut.

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I really like your uhm your uh your. Your uhm y..your. uh. Y..your. I..I forgot..sorry

“…Are you okay?”

The Trapper questions, furrowing his brows. He’s a bit annoyed really, already not understanding English very well.

“Speak up. What did you like?”

He pushes, crossing his arms and awaiting a proper sentence to reply to.

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yippee my oc as a furry

i love furries

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//An awkward little guy between two mailmen who have no right being 6’1”. Bonked on the head.

//The gayness kicks in hard when you’re squished between two hot guys. I’m SO sorry this is ass btw 😞

Have you ever wanted the chance to draw ur oc pulling a gun on Brodie while giving Brady a kiss on the cheek? Or ur sona giving them both a pat on the head? Or maybe you'd wanna draw a random clown hitting them in the face with a pie? No? Well too bad! Now's your chance anyways! Feel free to draw whatever you'd like fitting between here. They're being paid to stand there so make em work for it!

Merry Smissmass! And don't forget- give em a vote in the @tf2occontest on Dec 29th! Single versions under the cut!

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“Miss Helena, it’s nice to meet you.”

The Trapper holds his hand out for a handshake, balancing his plate and utensils in his other palm.

��I’m Angel.”

He responds, nodding. It’s a little weird saying his name, as everyone usually just called him Trapper.

“The team calls me Trapper though.”

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.

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“It’s very very good. I like the eh… the sabores*. The taste, it’s very good.”

The Trapper tries to explain, knowing that their languages were quite similar being from the same continent and so close together. It had to be similar, right?

“What is your name? I did not ask earlier, sorry.”

He asks, already finishing his food and heading back over for a second plate. He's forgotten to respond to the question he's been asked, unfortunately.

//*Sabores: Flavors.

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.

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“Colombia is… okay. I wouldn’t go back.”

He states, nodding as he grabs a plate and serves himself a good amount of food. It’s mostly fish and rice, a simple but delicious meal. He doesn’t sit to eat, just stands with a fork, stuffing forkfuls into his mouth.

“This is very good. You cook great.”

The Trapper compliments, scraping every last piece of food off the plate as he eats. He’s not a very neat eater, but it’s clear he’s thoroughly enjoying the food.

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.

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The Trapper blinks in familiarity. Brazil is a neighboring country of Colombia, but still a bit far from where he used to live. He doesn’t smile, but he does relax just a bit.

“Yes, I’m from Colombia. Your country is right next to mine.”

The man nods, as if approving of the woman’s home country. He points to what she’s made so far, shuffling on his feet.

“The fish looks good. Can I have some?”

The Trapper does his best to be polite, not wanting to take someone else’s food. Especially not someone who he’s decided he will start to respect.

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.

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The Trapper furrows his brows a bit at the woman’s accent, she seems to pronounce some words quite similarly to himself. And that food she mentioned, brigadeiros.

He doesn’t know what that is, never having heard such a word before, but it sounds familiar. Maybe another Latin rooted language?

“Yes, the food here is very… different. Some lack flavor.”

He replies bluntly, inching a bit closer to watch this strange woman work. The man just watches quietly for a while, shifting from leg to leg every few seconds. Only when he’s spoken to does he reply.

“Baked fish is good. Food from the sea is very good.”

The Trapper translates his words literally, but he’s understandable. He just needs more practice.

“Where is your country? Your accent is… not American.”

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.

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The Trapper takes one last look around, and briefly halts his escape to go smoke. He squints at the sight of a woman in the kitchen, cooking something different than what’s currently on the table. Curious, he approaches, stopping a few feet behind her and watching quietly as the woman cooks.

“Excuse me, what are you cooking?”

He asks cautiously, his voice a little clumsy with the pronunciation of the words. The Trapper can see that it’s not what is usually cooked around here, and he’s curious.

He knows these teams are quite diverse, and this woman could very well not be American. Unfortunately, it seems everyone so far is from everywhere except Spanish speaking countries, so he’s not too concerned about that yet.

“Eugh. I thought this eggnog was not alcoholic… que porquería*…“

The Trapper dumps out his cup of spiked eggnog, instead walking around in search for something to eat. Christmas in America was so different to the Christmas he was once used to in Colombia… the stark contrasts always give him whiplash.

“Tch… nothing good to eat too. Another cigarette will be good, I guess.”

//*que porquería: what bullshit/this is bullshit.