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me saying i'll revamp this blog

irl beating me up rn

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pls deposit 1,000$ into my bank account thank you

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The engineer watched his dysfunctional team in silence, before shaking his head disappointed. " Well, when life assigns ya an ass team, y'can't do much 'bout it but follow her orders. " He doesn't even know his current team that well, not even their names.

[ @rengineer, to Agostino ] " You almost killed me, so no, it's not nice to meet you. "

"Awww, you are a p-poor sp...ort." His mustache twitched as he grinned at the other Engineer. "All is fair in war."

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Dell gave off a lazy shrug, and took off his broken goggles, revealing a pair of cyan eyes that were frowning at the BLU engineer. " I know damn well m'boy tried their best for that match. "

[ @rengineer, to Agostino ] " You almost killed me, so no, it's not nice to meet you. "

"Awww, you are a p-poor sp...ort." His mustache twitched as he grinned at the other Engineer. "All is fair in war."

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i'm going to miss my engineer portrayal a lot so maybe I'll just keep the previous posts and turns this into a multimuse blog, ye!

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Hello, i might revamp this into a BLU spy RP blog, haven't been interested in musing engineer lately. That would mean i need to redo all the tags and stuff though :( I'll just delete this blog and make a new one though.

Probably going to name it, respionage or something

I kind of want to turn it into a TF2 OC multimuse blog but the tagging are going to be hell lol so I'll probably just go with either a BLU spy muse or my BLU spy 7'2"ft tall OC

Some of my OCs information here, not all of them are added though.

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one day i’ll revive this, maybe. i lose interest in musing engineer though so i was wondering if i should turn this into a multimuse blog since I have been roleplaying as spy (and ultrakill character)

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going on a break 

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The dim light of the sign gave him a signal that it was safe to go in. He wouldn't want to disturb the medic if he was busy, not out of fear but respect — due to the fact that he, himself, also disliked getting bothered by vague things when he was working.

He patiently waited for a response from the doctor himself and was greeted by a rather tired medic when the door opened.

" 3 to 4 tablets, 'round 6 miligram, please. " The man answered as he walked into the familiar office — white furniture filled the room up, with the doctor's working place in the middle. He had been here a couple of times before, and the atmosphere was usually calm contradicting the medic's personality.

" Whatcha workin' on this late? " Conagher attempted to start a small talk with the doctor, interested in knowing what made Medic stay up.

( @rengineer ) a soft knock before he twisted the knob and entered his office. " Hey Doc? Got any Melatonin? "

It was fairly late into the night when Engineer knocked on the door, enough that there was no guarantee he’d find the doctor awake in his office at all.

To come knocking at such an hour usually means one of two things. Pounding on the door? An emergency. A quiet knock? Any number of things, but many know not to disturb the man if the sign out front glows red, or if the lights are off—those rare hours where you’d find him passed out on the floor or finally in a bed; more likely in an awkward position against the wall, a desk, or a chair.

And for Engineer, he’s lucky to find dim light shining from beneath the door, sign unlit.

There’s a long stretch of silence that follows the knock, and it’s not clear if he was asleep, distracted, or angry.

Those rare hours where he could afford to answer, Engineer arrives.

The door opens with a click, slowly swinging an inch or two to let Engineer in.

The room is near the Med bay, but is filled with a warm, dim light fixed to the ceiling. It’s a much more confined space, with a desk in the middle and various cabinets against the wall. Behind it all, a tall, white wooden shelf houses books and medicine within its glass cases.

Medic sits in stark contrast to the warmth of the room, the slight natural light filtering in from outside of the office painting him a pale figure against his surroundings. Instead of a wolfish grin and wild eyes, Engineer is greeted with a tired neutral.

“Ja. How much.”

He steps back to let him enter, eyes faded by smudged lenses.

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I got absolutely obsess with this one au i have on main currently so sorry for the inactivity here (might drop off a few threads except canon verse)

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" Alrighty then. " He watched the dog run off after receiving an order from the soldier himself. Are all German people as weird as him? " Me? Just checkin' the perimeter here before drafting up a plan to kick y'all ass next week. " He was surprisingly honest here, mainly because he figured the soldier couldn't tell where he was going to set up his nest, anyway.

[ @rengineer ] " What the hell are ya up to, soldier-boy? "

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Max looked up from the stolen class patches he was giving his dogs to sniff. “Nozhing. I am just going to grief a Sniper.” He grinned and set his dogs off to attack the Sniper’s boots and return with them. “What are you up to?”

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" No problem. " He replied back with a warm smile. Dell was more than happy to help especially when it comes to automobiles, it was considered to be one of his special interests. He made his way to the open bonnet of the van, rolling up his sleeves with a wrench in his hand.

He carefully examined the interior of the van — it was clean, with no spots of black oil, Sniper must have been very dedicated to his motor vehicle. Upon further inspection, he realised the engine belt had torn off from wear and tear.

" When's the last time you send your car for maintenance? " Within a few minutes, he had identified the problem with his van, truly a man lived up to his class name.

[ @rengineer ] ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ He gestured at the broken-down car.

Lawrence looked up around the side of the raised bonnet of the van, swiping at a bit of sweat along his brow with the side of his wrist.

“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice.” He replied with a nod. While he prided himself on being self sufficient and being able to care for his mobile home, admittedly, it would be nice to have someone more naturally mechanically inclined at the helm of a task like this, and he wasn’t so proud he wouldn’t accept the help.

He stepped to the side a bit, making way for the Engineer to get a good look at the vans innards. “Preciate it, mate.”

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" Nah, I ain't no doc, I don't cut stuff for nothin'. " He shrugged, amputating sounded very cruel — Engie doesn't seem the type enjoying torturing people for his own pleasure — breaking the legs are already practical enough. " Ah don't see the need to chop off your legs, son, except if I need to attach two automatic legs onto ya. " He puts down the wrench and pointed it at the other.

He did notice the Sniper's glance at his beloved, seemingly plotting something in mind. " And another thing, this ain't my only wrench, y'know. "

[ @rengineer ] [ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver

Let's just say Jack didn't willingly go along with this. He kicked and fought the entire time, but just got outmuscled by the engineer. Of course, he still wasn't placated, biting and swatting at whatever got near him. The sniper had ZERO trust in this individual, spitting out blood from the injuries he sustained during battle.

"GET OFFA ME YA WANKER!" He shouted, trying to wrestle away to grab his knife, which was currently planted in the sand just a few feet away. He didn't exactly know WHERE, but he knew it was somewhere nearby. It had been knocked from his hands after all.

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Pray i have enough time to write tomorrow because I've been wanting to get to them but for now i sleep

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" Fair when ya entire donkeys were galloping on my darn field. " He huffed, clutching onto his bleeding out stomach from a bullet wound, applying pressure in order to lose less blood. " Gotta admit, y'have a good team. We lost. "

[ @rengineer, to Agostino ] " You almost killed me, so no, it's not nice to meet you. "

"Awww, you are a p-poor sp...ort." His mustache twitched as he grinned at the other Engineer. "All is fair in war."

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@dirty-dell : *exists*

BLUs: this a friend

@rengineer : *exists*

BLUs: we must bully him on sight

((One inch makes a lot of difference.))

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you