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Hello! I'm still new to your blog, but I'm greatly enjoying what I see here! I'm especially interested in your OC Brawler! What inspired you to make her?

I know this is super old but I wanted to answer it:

Truth be told, I can't entirely remember what inspired me when it came to her creation. I just knew that I wanted to create a character whose job it is to basically be the receiver of the brunt of the punishment when it comes to battle. Brawler's original class that I gave her was defense but I'd say she's a bit of a mix between defense and support in terms of her actual job in battle.

Brawler's job is to strategically pick fights, directly playing on her background as a streetfighter when she was younger. Typically she singles out members of the enemy team that she knows can be goaded into a fight with a little smack talk and prodding. She also kind of acts like a 'bodyguard' for her teammates. For example, if one of her teammates is corner she's the one who makes a b-line for them to help push back the enemy.

I have a lot more of development I still need to do for Brawler- and my other ocs aswell. I'm only recently beginning to be able to fully get back into the fandom, and a lot of things have stagnated since I've been gone. But yeah, that's just a little about her^^

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Beat of My Own Drum Pt.1 (Mercs x Reader)

A/N: Welcome to something new I’m starting. This will be a series of x reader stories that will later branch out into individual stories depending on which mercenary you choose. There will be another chapter or two of building before the paths branch off but in any case stay tuned. I hope ya’ll enjoy.

An endless expanse of sand colored nothingness stretched across the horizon. The only break from the beige ocean was one long strip of double-laned highway and a single traffic sign that said ‘SPEED LIMIT: 70 MPH UNLESS POSTED’. That little sign was nothing more than a blur in the passenger side mirror of the old cargo truck barreling down the road. Smoke billowed from the tailpipe, the windshield was cracked right down the middle and the damn thing didn’t even have a working air conditioner.It was a major shit box.

Despite all of its faults, though, the damn thing had a working stereo equipped with a cassette player and that was as good as gold when you were stuck driving two and a half hours through brutal New Mexican desert. No radio stations could broadcast this far out so the radio was functionally useless but you had come prepared, loaded with an arsenal of mixtapes that you typically had in the daily rotation, about a dozen of them actually. Each of them contained about 90 minutes worth of carefully curated tunes hand-picked by yours truly, and each with its own assigned genre. You even went the extra mile to sort the songs in alphabetical order according to band name.

You really like music, okay. Plus it really came handy when you were in the mood for a certain artist. For example, if you found yourself in the mood for Cher, then you knew to skip past the Beatles block of the tape and then you’d be greeted by the catchy opening notes of ‘Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves’.

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You’d made it halfway through your rock mix when you finally saw and old, worn out trail that veered off the road and into the raw desert. The trail was well-worn, it was clear that you were nowhere near the first person to travel this road. You knew you weren’t because the woman who normally makes this run had called in a little favor.

Miss Pauling and you had been friends for a good few years. The two of you had met at a specialty weapons expo and had struck up a quick friendship. You liked that she was so knowledgeable about the maintenance and repair of rifles; Miss Pauling liked that you would answer your phone at all hours and didn’t ask many questions when it came to the ‘favors’ that she would call in every so often. This one was definitely one of the easier ones though. You were just swinging by the R.E.D base to drop off some supplies, just normal stuff like food, letters from loved ones, new clothings, oh and ammunition. Lots and lots of ammunition.

About ninety percent of the cargo truck had been stacked to the roof with crates of bullets, grenades, nitroglycerin- You name it, if it had a destructive property then it was probably stored on your truck in some form.

One traffic stop and your life was over.

That was the furthest thought from your mind, however, as you saw the hulking mass of what looked like an old school fort. The reds and browns of the exterior were illuminated by the setting sun on the horizon. Shit, it was almost blinding.

”Where the hell is the loading dock?”You muttered, crouching down in your seat in an attempt to see lower. Little did you know, just to your left was a large sign in the shape of an arrow with little red letters underneath that spelled ‘DELIVERIES’ in capital letters. Well, you weren’t looking to the damn left okay?

The resulting sight was you helplessly driving in circles around the base helplessly, somehow managing to ignore the delivery sign each time. In your defense, it wasn’t everyday you just drove out so far and the endless nothingness of the desert only succeeded in making the base appear more complicated than it was. From the perspective of the mercenaries in the tower, it was an amusing sight.

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“This is saddening”

Spy took a drag off of his cigarette before pinching the cherry out into the free air beyond the open window in front of him before flicking the whole butt out to the ground below. If he was aware of the disdainful look that the Engineer had given him, he did not let on.

“It’s kinda odd isn’t it?” The Texan drawled, his eyes glued to the white truck as it disappeared around the base for a fifth time. “Think we should probably go down there?”

Engineer rolled his eyes when his only answer was the click of a lighter as the Frenchman lit his next cigarette, his eyes still glued to the scene. Stupid question. “Fine” Engineer sighed before turning around to head towards the stairs.

This was odd indeed. Miss Pauling typically had no problem making the scheduled deliveries but this didn’t seem to be Miss Pauling they were dealing with. Did The Administrator hire a new assistant? It couldn’t be, that’s something they should have been notified of . Right? Ugh, he didn’t know, the poor man just wanted to get down to the bottom of this mystery.

I do take requests!!

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The song and its lyrics are composed by John Lowrie (the Sniper), who alongside Robin Atkin Downes (Medic) is on guitar and vocals. Also on vocals we have Gary Schwartz (Heavy, Demoman) and Dennis Bateman (Spy), while on piano is Ellen McLain (the Administrator). The song details, in Lowrie's words, "the TF2 Mercs' struggle to find the Sandvich for Heavy."

This has made my day

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Still a feral sniper fucker or-

Now listen here, it’s a way of life

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Have you read the comics? If so how far did you read them?

I started reading the comics at some point, I remember I got through the first two but I never continued them. I’ve been meaning to for a long time though.

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Are you dead again?

No, but my will to live is.

Sorry, sorry. I’ve got some just written up I just haven’t found the time to post them, I suppose I should start putting stuff in my queue for once. But yeah, they’ll be some content tonight. Sorry again!

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i NEED to sit in chairs with armrests but not for my arms only so that i can then sling my leg over them in a debonaire and extremely comfortable style 

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Oh my god I read over your older works and I saw you mention feral sniper and I don't know if you still like feral sniper but as someone who is SO horny for him thank god someone else likes/liked him I love you ma'am

If I’m being completely honest, I would do anything short of selling my soul to actually have the pleasure of meeting(and doing a few other things ;) with Feral Sniper. You’re not alone, I can assure you of that loll.

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I fucking love the idea of Sniper being shy. Just. I wanna hug him.

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Hey! Hope I'm not bothering you but she you comfortable writing about pregnancy and childbirth? No one else is comfortable with that so I wanna make sure

I’m okay with it. I may not go into the gory details but I’m fine with writing it.

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Give us some general Brawler info! :D

Let’s start this blessed day off with some Brawler content shall we! I believe we shall! Thank you to the anon who asked this and I hope you enjoy!!

Also, I was kind of thinking about creating an ask blog for Brawler just so I can finally do something with her. Let me know if anyone would be interested in seeing that!!

Brawler General Info:

-Brawler reads at a middle school level and isn’t exactly fond of it but she absolutely loves to write. She has journal upon journal filled with her stories.

-Brawler is very competitive and doesn’t take challenges very well. If she feels like she’s being challenged or insulted then she will stop at nothing to defend herself:even if that means going to blows with someone.

-She is very protective over her motorcycle and treats that vehicle as if it was a person. She is constantly running maintenance and tuning up the bike to keep it in pristine condition and her love for motorcycles borders on obsessive.

-Brawler is bisexual and had just gotten out of a relationship with her fiancé-named Isabelle Dyer- a week before she set out to join the team. Their relationship broke up as a consequence of her becoming a mercenary, because Isabelle didn’t agree with the choice and things blew up from there.

-Although she refuses to admit it, she tends to keep a watchful eye on her teammates. She is always the last to return after battle in order to ensure that everyone returns. If someone appears to be missing then she will search for them, hiding her care under the guise of annoyance because ‘We can’t leave until you get back too, Jack ass’

-She has one of the highest respawn rates because of how her temper can cloud her judgment

-There is a large burn scar on her back from where her mother accidentally dropped a pan of hot oil on her as a toddler

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I’m loving all the asks so far! I’ll get on them as soon as I can tomorrow, and I’m especially excited for a few of them(especially one with Heavy, heheh)

Anyway, if anyone wants to do me a favor and drop me some more Engie asks I’d love you forever and I’ll give you my first born. I love writing the Southern Softie.

Y’all have a good night now!

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Do you take nsfw requests? :0

Yes dearie, I do!

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Since there’s so many for what it would be like to date a class, how about our lovely Engie get his head cannons? Plz and TH

Okay so fun fact, I actually wrote these yesterday instead of doing my class work. I just hadn’t planned on posting them yet but here you go honey! Enjoy!!

Dating The Engineer Includes…

-Engie is one of the easiest going people you will ever meet and his relationships reflect that.

-He trusts his S/O with his whole heart and won’t question them. If they tell him that they’re going to a certain play he’ll believe them.

-That being said he isn’t fond of second chances and doles them out sparingly.

-He loves to play his guitar for them and will just be over the moon if they happen to sing for him.

-The Engineer has a tendency to overwork himself so oftentimes his S/O needs to reign him back in and remind him to rest and feed himself.

-He has an abundance of cute nicknames for them. Sweetheart, Dumplin’, Sugar, Sweetie, and(his favorite) Honey Bee.

-Absolutely loves to cuddle. If he and his S/O are just laying around then he’ll casually pull them on top of him with an arm firmly around their middle and just bask in their presence.

-100% loves face kisses, forehead kisses, really any type of kiss. This guy is a big Ol’ softy and he loves to receive and give out affection. He’s about as sweet as a glass of sweet tea if we’re being honest here.

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Can we get spy buying essentials for his transman lover? (a binder, testosterone, etc. Just things his love can't afford himself?)

See, I’m making my rounds through my requests. I’m trying my best, loll. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I hope this isn’t too inaccurate. I, myself, am not trans so I had to do a bit of research but I do hope you enjoy this!!

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-So at first Spy wouldn’t know the first thing about what his lover would need. The French Man most likely had only ever known about the idea of being transgender in general but he doesn’t know what all it entails.

-That being said he’s going to try his best for his boyfriend. He does as much research and even asks questions on things that he’s not sure about.

-He’s genuinely paid attention to every detail he has been told so when the topic of binders and hormones is brought up, Spy already has his mind made up by the time they mention money being an issue.

-That basically becomes Spy’s number one goal. He refuses to settle for anything less than perfect and goes to great lengths to find a suitable binder. Admittedly he was rather lost during most of the search but he was confident that he’d made a good decision.

-Now Spy is rather proud and refuses to ask for help on the smallest of things but he even breaks down his wall to consult Medic about the matter of purchasing Testosterone(no matter how much he grumbles about it)

-By the time comes to give his boyfriend the items he’s a little nervous. He’s nervous that maybe he hasn’t found exactly what they needed, or maybe everything was subpar and he goes through a pack of cigarettes in half the usual time because of the nerves. He just wants to make him feel as comfortable and happy and the idea that he didn’t do well enough sets him on edge.

-He all but collapses in relief when he sees his boyfriend’s face and the way it lights up. Of course he keeps on his indifferent facade but nothing means more to him than being able to provide for his boyfriend in the way that he needs.

-And in the future, if top surgery is something his partner wants to pursue than he will gladly support them the whole way through.

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Well I’d love to hear more about your oc! Just give us some random facts about them!

I actually have four ocs so I’m gonna spit out a few random tidbits for each of them. Sorry this took so long by the way! There may be a trigger or two in Brawler and Executioner’s(involving drug addiction and physical abuse)so read at your discretion, I don’t want to hurt anyone.

Also! I love talking about my ocs so I will gladly accept asks that are centered around them or even if you see something here you’d like me to expand on, just let me know!

The Brawler:-Brawler’s real name is Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Anna Levesque

-She grew up with a father who primarily worked as a Nightclub Bouncer, and as a Street Fighter when he was between jobs, and a mother who worked as a Middle school English Lit. Teacher.

-She has five younger brothers with the oldest being 24 and the youngest being 19.

-Her dad passed away when she was 16 due to complication from a head injury that he sustained during a fight. This lead her to drop out of school so she could help provide for her mom and brothers.

-She has struggled with addiction to painkillers in the past but went through a very tough detox, with the help of Medic, when she joined the team. She has been clean ever since and is working every day to better herself.

-She constantly writes letters to her family back home and mail day is her very favorite day.

The Executioner:-The Executioner’s real name is Otto Wolfgang Müller

-He was a History major at the University of Vienna and had a particular interest in ancient torture methods and torture devices

-As a result of extreme physical abuse at the hands of his father Otto developed Dissociative Identity Disorder(DID) and has four Alters

-He absolutely adores his mother and would do anything to protect her. She means the entire world to him and if he was able to he would give her anything.

The Marshal:-The Marshal’s real name is Caroline Rose Braden and she grew up in the beautiful town of Blue Ridge, Georgia

-Caroline was raised by her grandparents.

-She has a passion for baking and she learned everything she knows from her grandmother. Her favorite thing to bake is pie, specifically blueberry-raspberry pie.

-Caroline is very much so a people person and will make conversation with anyone that will let her. She thrives off of attention and is probably one of the cheeriest people you’ll meet.

-She has mild insomnia and is awake on average of 22 hours a day.

-She loves cream sodas and could live off of the orange flavored drinks as it is.

The Sergeant: The Sergeant’s real name is Malacai Silus Reynolds.

-Malacai enlisted in the Army when he was 18 but after three years was dishonorably discharged for fighting and reckless endangerment.

-He has a German Shepherd dog named Callie and keeps a photo of her on him at all time.

-He has anger management issues and his dad insisted him see a therapist regularly in an attempt to help him cope with his temper but it never stuck with him.

-This man is like an extreme black hole and will eat anything that you put in front of him. He isn’t picky at all.

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What’s up home skillet, that sniper post was super cute! But my boy Medic needs some love. So can I please get dating Medic headcannons? Thank you

Nothing much, home slice. Ahhh Medic, my second favorite TF2 character. Ooh! Also, if you guys wanna request cute little one on one things like then feel free, I’d be happy to write them. Here you go hun, hope you enjoy!

Dating The Medic Includes…

-Medic is a special breed of person, and he need someone even more special to keep up with him and and crazy antics.

-The team likes to make fun of him, saying that he’d experiment on his S/O if they’d let him but he would never do anything to them that he wouldn’t do to himself. That being said he cares for his S/O more than anything and would feel awful if he ended up injuring them.

-Medic is very particular about his birds-Especially Archimedes- so if he allows his S/O to handle them casually then they need to cherish that trust

-This man shows blatant favoritism out on the field. The second he hears his partner’s voice then he is rushing to their location to assess the damage(Enemy Spies constantly use this to their advantage)

-And for that reason Medic and his S/O have developed their own code and signals for when they aren’t sure if the other is the legitimate person.

-Unsurprisingly, when Medic gets tired he can behave like a cranky toddler so his partner is going to have to either be incredibly patient, or man handle him in to going to bed. More often than not they both end up spending the night in the infirmary, collapsed on each other semi-peacefully asleep.

-He knows it probably isn’t in the cards for him, considering his age and profession, but he would love to have children with his partner one day. Medic sometimes just entertains himself with ideas of a life settled down back in Germany raising a family with them(which typically leaves him depressed)