#red sniper kin

[kinfort]

winter themed red sniper and medic icons for anon

[partyboyx3]

Pinned post wahoo this is for yall to know me a lil better. U have no idea how accurate the portrait is I literally wear that outfit all the time

[renthewerecatboi]

caninekin sniper stimboard

🖤 . 🐺 . 🌲 🐺 . X . 🌌 🌲 . 🌌 . 🩸

[solid-white]

I have a few TF2 prompts I'm too lazy to write out so I'm posting them in hopes someone else will adopt the idea:

5+1 of scout saying things that sound homophobic and the team having to hide the fact that heavy and medic (and/or whoever else) are gay. But it's revealed that scout is in fact gay (probably dating sniper or smth) and thought everyone else knew.

Modern, chat fic au of the team where they're all youtubers. They're still mercs, but everything they do is publicized now because something-something the administrator.

Spy takes off his mask and has the entire team (excluding scout and the younger members) simping for him.

Just a horror fic. I really want more horror fics of the blu team after reading "it came with the rain" and "kith and kin"

Sniper and spy, scout and spy, heavy and scout, or whoever, learn each other's skillsets.

The blu and red team are forced to work together trope.

[southeofficeworker]

What does your tf2 kin say about you? Part 2

id do one post but theres characters limit.

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ENGINEER

On your good side/green flags:

×Youre a clever guy and you know it.

×Youre a sweetheart, at least when it's useful or you trust the person.

×Youre always there for people, no matter who they are, you're willing to listen.

×Youre cautious enough, but you're willing to do whatever is needed for the job. Except you're actually good in it, like, really.

×Youre a chill guy, and love a good relaxing day, if you have one.

Your bad side/red flags:

×Youre two faces, yes, you're a sweet guy, but you'd take no time doing a bloody revenge with a little cute grin on your face

×You have god complex, but you hide it good enough.

×You can be very crude at times, though in a way that people don't realise you just mocked them.

×Youre workaholic and won't stop till the job is done, even if it takes no eating and sleeping at all.

Your love language: quality time, acts of service or physical touch

MEDIC

On your good side/green flags:

×Youre responsible, you'll whine about it, but you'll still get whatever needs to be done, because you don't trust it with others

×You get the job done no matter what, even if it involves stabbing someone, of course you'll do the last part only if you have plan B if something will go wrong.

×Youre an interesting person to talk to, but you don't have much friends because you're the strange one.

×You have a very morbid humour and curiousity, not bad but not good. Just don't carve people's organs out.

On your bad side/red flags:

×You have both, god complex and a shitty self worth. You think you deserve everything and nothing.

×You can rely on people too much and be too demanding.

×You had a trauma, and it changed you in a bad way.

×You have a very morbid humour and curiousity, not bad, but not good either.

×In conclusion, youre a hypocrite with little sadistic tendicies who can't normally read people and react accordingly the situation.

Your love language might be: quality time, acts of service or words of affirmation

SNIPER

On your good side/green flags:

×Youre a cool guy, you like adventures and stars.

×You don't have a lot of friends, but you're very loyal. It can take years for you to trust someone fully though.

×You aren't the person to get in conflicts, and if you do, you try your best to ignore it.

×Youre a strange one, and you don't care.

×You like physical touch, but you'll stiff when someone touches you.

×You probably have some hyperfixations which you keep to yourself.

On your bad side/red flags:

×You convinced yourself you're better off alone. You're used to it, and you have no idea how to react to kindness or new people without being paranoid.

×You hide your emotions till they bottle up and you break down.

×Youre a professional in whatever sphere you have chosen, until the situations falls from control.

×Youre getting very quiet when focused, to the point you might creep people out by silence.

×People always tell you to socialise more and you brush them off, 'im content with being by myself'

Your love language: basically anything, more likely quality time or acts or service

SPY

On your good side/green flags:

×Youre actually a nice guy when you warm up to people(if you can do that)

×Youre protective over the one's you love, but in a cat way. But once people make a comment on that you might stop.

×People might dislike you, but most of them go for you for an advice, especially if dating advice. And if you never had a relationship, you're good in pretending.

×Youre more on a quiet side, but if you're comfortable, and you actually trust the person, then you get extremely talkative, well, till you won't get bored.

×You can be stealthy when you want to. You can be helpful. But you'll do it only if you'll get something from it.

×You can easily adapt to new situations.

On your bad side/red flags:

×You run away from responsibility, but youre still number one to take it if no once will act on it.

×You are scared of commitment, and you don't like people. You'd do anything to push them away, even of it involves lying about your whole identity and actions. Involves acting like an absolute asshole.

×You can't let yourself get close to anyone, once you did and regretted it. You don't want it to happen again. Even if you knew the person for 10 years, you'll never trust them fully. What if they'll betray you? What if they'll suddenly realize you're actually not a good person? Hell, you don't even trust yourself.

×You think your past is forgotten, but it always comes back to you, be it a person from the past, or just something else. That involves no one knowing the real details about your past.

×You can easily get bored by people, even if you loved someone dearly, the unexpected disgust will come out and you'll be slightly anxious about it.

×You pretend you're alright with people disliking you, and you even make it into crudy jokes, but deep down you actually care for reassurance and affection, not like you'll ever admit it though. You still might slap a person if they'll touch you.

One of your love languages might be: quality time, words of affirmation or gift gifting.

Additional, in short:

Ms.Pauling

If you kin this woman, I'd say you're a hardworking person who always gets overworked no matter what. But if the jobs needs to be done? It'll be done.

You avoid any attachments and try to keep a quiet life, which doesn't always work.You tend to ignore people, give them a cold shoulder, but if people get to know you, you're an exciting person, just you dont show that often.

You'd enjoy quality time with people, and acts of service because you don't get a lot of time for yourself.

Get sleep. Medic & Engi kins, you too.

[tw33k-tucker]

Doodle requests are open‼️

The series characters I can draw the best(In order) are:

South Park, Eddsworld, Creepypasta, n' SMG4

Just a some things about me(changes/updates so much)

Fictionkin of:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Stan Marsh (South Park)

Mickey (Bobs Burgers)

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon (TWD) (I'm 99% sure I am a Fictionkin of him👍)

Gregory House (House M.D.)

Lucifer

Vox

Husk

Angel Dust (Hazbin hotel)

Sniper

Medic {Pls, istg I'm not insane anymore, I swear😭} (TF2)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Shadow ( Sonic, but not sure which specific Sonic yet)

Questioning 2

+ I have also found out I am a fictionflicker, so if there's some kins I have that aren't on the list above that's why👍 I do have a few recurring fictionflickers though, Such as:

Hunter (TOH)

Michael Afton (FNAF)

Crying Child/BV/Evan Afton (FNAF 4)

Tom (Eddsworld)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

SMG3 + Mr Puzzles (SMG4)

Ticci Toby

BEN Drowned + Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Scout/Jeremy(TF2)

Louise (Bobs Burgers)

Therian but not completely comfortable to reveal some of my Theriotypes, but the ones I'm fine with revealing are a Border Collie, Island Fox, Clouded leopard, Red Panda, Some kind of Shark, Bi Color german shepherd, and an Opossum.

Current Shifts/Kinfeels:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Scout/Jeremy

Ticci Toby

He/Him (Trans FTM/Masc)

Minor !! (I'm changing it to minor cause I only want the people close to me/my mutuals to know my age, sorry if its weird or smthn!!!)

Christan (but excepts any religion)

Favorite Animal is Guinea pigs

2nd favorite drink is coffee (My #1 favorite drink is water cause I need it to survive)

Top 5 Favorite songs:

1st: Runs in the family - Amanda Palmer

2nd: Life - Mother Mother

3rd: Animals - STOMACH BOOK

4th: Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

5th: Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast In America - Gym Class Heros

(it was top 10 before, but I'm to lazy for that crap)

A few last random shit facts 'bout me + some random things

I am very scared of alarms(Like, fire alarms)

I have Trypophobia aka fear of holes(it's very bad)

I have a love hate relationship with insects

I'm AroAce but I still want a romantic relationship and Bi

Wolverine is my all-time favorite hero(I don't care that he's technically an anti-hero/also an X-Men, he's the best)

Black and Red are my favorite colors

HTTYD is my favorite movie series

I love Scooby Doo(Especially Mystery Incorporated)

I am a mix of Introverted and Extroverted

I swear I wanna cry when stuff I've been waiting for is altered(Don't ask, I have no idea why)

I have anxiety

I freak out VERY easily

Salamanders are so cool istg

I have sensitive ears so I hate loud noises(I think I'm just a wimp)

I was in a car crash when I was 8(Luckily me and my dad were fine)

I like Diary of a wimpy kid

I have an older brother that I fight with(Imagine Rodrick and Greg's rivalry)

Some noises also make me want to bawl my eyes out(Also don't ask why, I seriously don't know)

I will 'kill' you if you look in my sketchbook(I swear you do not wanna see it, like really, you do NOT)

I have social anxiety👍

I'm seriously fucked up in the brain

I have asthma

I have OCD and BPD

And also i've decided to make tags because it is so annoying trying to find certain posts. So: the art tag is #Tw33k Draws the ask tag is #Tw33ks asks and I also use #Tw33k Rambles when I'm just talking and then as well theres just the #Shitpost tag on the posts I post that have words or images that isn't art, I also #Tw33k Rants, I think that name is pretty self explanatory, I also don't add tags to like any of the stuff I reblog unless I'm talking in the tags

I'm horrible at spelling

And yeah, that's all I'm willing to tell

Also please don't hate me, I can't control who I am

Thanks for reading

Random Icons :D

Okay! One last thing, sense I have started the Zombie Park series, you can ask them questions about litterly ANYTHING some stuff they might not be allowed to answer at the moment like some stuff that'll happen in the future, but if you have any questions about the AU feel free to ask

[carciinogen]

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[zmasters]

The Gunletter - A Warhammer 40K Story.

It’s a bloodletter, with a gun.

“Is this the right one?”

“I don’t know.”

These were the first words the bloodletter heard when he was taken from the Warp, taken away from the glorious battlegrounds of the Brass Keep. Stolen into realspace by, potentially, complete accident.

As the daemon felt his form adjust to the new reality, his sight still adjusting to a realm quieter than the realm of Chaos, he questioned why would anyone summon him on purpose.

“What do you mean you don’t know, witch?” A gruff voice roared. “What did I hire you for?”

“I never heard of this ‘Deadeye’ guy before.” A husky voice hissed back. “As long as you gave me the right true name, this should be it.”

“This is what I get for trusting a tribal witch”

“Remind me who wanted to summon a daemon.”

The bloodletter’s vision slowly adjusted to the point he could see. He was in a dark room, candles being the only source of light. Four figures stood in front of him. The summoner had skin made of turquoise scales and wore a brass horned helmet. Her tail wrapped around a blood stained staff radiating with pure psychic power. The so-called commissar wore a blood red cap and dirty black jacket, a bolt pistol on his hip and a power fist on his right arm. Behind him stood two soldiers, a male and female, garbed in blood red uniforms and black flak armor. They each carried a scoped rifle. Snipers.

“Thle’gzir’owaff. The Deadeye.” The witch hissed, speaking both the red daemon’s true name and use name. “I, Zuri no Kage, Shaman of the Oni, have summoned you to real space. You and I have been bound by Sirdar Vorghos to serve the Blood Pact’s needs.”

“Why do you demand my presence, daemon-kin?” Deadeye growled.

“I request your unique skill set in the coming battle against the Imperium of Man.” Vorghos order, struggling to save face in front of the daemon.

“Daemon-kin.” Deadeye continued, ignoring the human. His one pure black eye and one scarred, milky white eye focused on the mutant’s glowing purples. “I’ve heard of tales of your tribe venerating all neverborn as deities, kami as your kin call us.”

“That is correct, my lord.” Zuri bowed in a casual manner. Way too casual for the mortal soldiers’ comfort.

“I don’t disrespect the daemon, witch!”

“I’m not. And he’s not lying when he calls me kin.”

The three soldiers stared at her in confusion.

“I’m a master of possession.” The witch defended sheepishly.

“You smell of Slaaneth.”

“My past patron didn’t care for daemonic allegiance. The Word Bearer wanted an exalted daemon for a possession, a daemonette was the first thing that answered.”

Deadeye leaned into the mutant. “You also smell of blood. Gore mage?”

“I dabble.” She awkwardly giggled, breaking eye contact.

A claw was placed into the witch’s white hair, her tail happily waggin in response. “Our tools of war are rare, oft forgotten by our kin.” The daemon turned to the commander. “Why do you demand my presence, Sirdar Vorghos of the Blood Pact, formerly commissar of the Maccabian Janissaries?”

The former commissar instinctively reached for the bolt pistol on his hip.

The daemon’s scarred eye glanced towards the sniper team behind them. “Khuzri. Skor. How did one of the Anathema’s finest come to be the leader of a regiment of Kharneth’s mortal warriors?”

The split second the daemon glared at them, the sniper and the spotter dropped to their knees. “We only wish to serve!” The two yelled simultaneously.

“I don’t need slaves!” Deadeye roared back. “I need warriors! Are you two warriors?”

“W-We’re snipers m’lord.” The spotter, Skor, struggled to answer.

Deadeye steadied his arms. In each palm, burning smoke began to form. A metal bar appeared between his claws, slowly stretching into a longer form. After a few seconds, a brass musket sat comfortably in his arms. “Are you two warriors?”

Khuzri spoke up. “We have a combined twenty four kills under our belts.”

“Twenty four officers, generals, and warlords slain by our hands.” Skor added.

“Good... And how many more skulls will be added to our tallies today?”

“This moon, Kage as the locals call it, is one of eight moons that orbit the gas giant dubbed Amaterasu, which is one of eight planets in the Izanagi System, all of which sits under the thumb of the Blood Pact.” Vorghos sighed. “However, a rogue trader’s fleet has recently appeared in the system. While, thankfully, they haven’t realized who is truly in charge of this realm yet, we would like to eliminate this threat before they do. This requires us to strike in such a way so that both completely eliminates the fleet and quick enough that they can’t send a distress message back to the Imperium.”

“The shamans predict that the trader herself will be landing on my home in half a cycle.” Zuri interrupted.

“And this is where I step in.” Deadeye grunted.

“Yes, you and my snipers will take out the trader and her inner circle, and the fleet will strike during the confusion.”

“Where are they landing?”

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Local Time: 02:00 AM

Khuzri and Skor sat in silence on a small grassy hill, a pair of rifles pointed at an open field below them. Their ghillie suits mixed with the natural twilight of a gas giant partially obscuring the sun had made them practically invisible to the eye. And given that Kage is a feral world, the landing party wouldn’t go out of their way to search the landing sight for hostiles. To them, any expected threat is a feral tribal with a sharp stick.

A giant, metal bird roared through the sky. The thunderhawk transport was designed to carry tanks into battle. The rogue trader was using it to make landfall on a feral moon.

The snipers aimed their rifles. The shamans claimed that the kill shot will be three clicks away. Wind speed was eighteen knots. The two saw a red glint a few clicks away. The daemon was also adjusting its shot.

The thunderhawk kicked up a small cloud of dirt as it landed. Only more dust was kicked up as a Leman Russ battle tank rolled out of the transport. A squad of twenty guardsmen followed out, Vostroyan Firstborn by the look of their big hats and red jackets, creating a pseudo parade formation. A parade for, as far as they knew, only the trader sitting on top of the tank.

The titular rogue trader was donned in black power armor that emphasized her physical features to a ridiculous degree. Khuzri stifled a chuckle as she noticed how the suit of power armor enhanced some “features.” Her scope returned to her target, as the showboat wasn’t her prey. Instead Khuzri glared at the last man out of the bird, a robed man carrying a large staff. Somesort of preacher she thought, but the tubes connecting to his head were common amongst sanctioned psykers. Either way, a worthy target.

Skor focused his aim on a guardsmen equipped with a chainsword. The sergeant led the squad in this mock parade, belting orders that neither sniper could make out. While his black helmet and bulky uniform covered what this man actually looked like, Skor knew all the signs of a competent officer.

Once everyone was out, the thunderhawk took to the air. Three seconds passed, the transport disappeared to the sky as the convoy paraded to Khorne knows where. Three triggers were pulled. Three deafening cracks faded into one. The first to fall was the staff carrying man. A hole formed in his chest as a mix of blood, bone, and blue psychic energy filled the air. The second to fall was the sergeant. Being at the front of this convoy, he collapsed forward into the red mist that formed, blood pooling from his neck wound. The last to fall was the trader herself, screaming profanities as she tumbled off the tank.

Unlike her psyker and sergeant, the trader wasn’t shot, and the only wound she suffered was a small cut and a concussion that formed when her unarmored head struck the side of the Leman Russ. Instead, a molten metal bullet bored through the hull of the tank, and the trader was jolted off the cannon when the tank suddenly braked.

The three snipers adjusted their aim, and three more shots rang out. Two more guards fell and a second hole formed in the tank. Thirteen of the squad ducking behind cover of the tank as the four remaining guards helped the trader up.

“Ready?” Skor asked over the vox.

Deadeye’s channel was silent. While he physically had a vox, granted to him by Zuri, he hasn’t been using it to communicate.

“Now…”

Khuzri and Skor followed the silent order that echoed in their minds.

The side of the damaged tank was painted red in gore. Two Vostroyans collapsed to the ground, two bleeding wounds where their hearts used to be. The third bullet, the daemonic bullet, found its target not in a guardsman or the tank hull.

The rogue trader glanced down. Her black armor glowed a molten brass, the sludge slowly melting skin and metal alike. A final breath escaped her lips as her ribs, lungs, and heart liquified. The last thought going through her mind was less of a scream of pain and more a question. “This doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t this hurt?”

The noble woman, destined to bring glory to her house and the God-Emperor, slumped over dead on a backwater moon, blindly walking into an ambush that doomed her entire fleet.

“Fifteen left…” Deadeye growled, quickly loading another round in the chamber. Skor has claimed three skulls. So has Khuzri. He had only taken two, having spent a round to take out the Leman Russ’s engine. He lined up the shot, slaying another guard and piercing a hole into the hull. “Fourteen. Four skulls.”

The two mortals, not wishing to appear to be failures in front of the daemon, both seemed to claim the last soldier not in cover. Skor was quicker on the draw, tying his kill count while Khuzri spent the first missed round.

“Frak.” She cursed, firing another round at a head poking around the side of the tank. It grazed their armor. “Frak!”

“Impatient.”

Skor, in contrast to his partner, was silent, calculating, focused. So focused on the left side of the tank that he failed to notice the sniper peak out on the right side. A dirt cloud kicked up by the bullet filled the air, alongside a string of curses from the blinded mortals.

“Unaware.”

The guard sniper lined up a shot again. Deadeye counter sniped, sacrificing a skull for a guaranteed kill.

“Mortals, hold your fire till you have the killing shot, but do not zone in on your target. Keep an eye open for threats. Be patient, and be aware.”

Khuzri and Skor realigned their sights as the dirt cloud faded away.

“Thirteen left. Don’t worry about who can kill the most, just focus on the mission.”

The two mortals took a deep breath. “Ready.”

Most of the firstborn charged out, a volley of red lasrounds covering the three guards trying to get into the tank.

Without speaking, the three focused their aim on the three climbing on the tank. Three kills.

“Relocate.”

Khuzi and Skor split off, running to new positions. The remainder of the squad split to follow them.

As the mortals were distracted, Deadeye took position at where the two snipers were set up. Two more guards were killed before they realized what happened.

This distraction allowed the mortal snipers to go prone and readied their rifles.

Khuzi fired first, followed by Skor, and Deadeye. Another volley followed, and three more were slain.

“Two left.”

The last two guards ducked back behind the tank.

“What’s the call?” Khuzi asked over the vox chat.

The daemon’s growl echoed through the mortals' minds. “Each of you pick one and decide what to do with them.” Once he was done, his rifle vanished, he stood up, and walked away.

“Where are you going?” Skor asked.

“My pact is almost complete. I no longer need to be here any more.”

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“Tea should be done in a few.”

Deadeye didn’t reply, the daemon was too busy looking around the room. He was kneeling on a soft cushion, a small table with a plate of onigiri placed right in front of him. Zuri placed a kettle on a wood-burning stove. The hut was well furnished, clean, a place that doesn’t look like a place a blood witch would own.

“I’m surprised you aren’t joining the Blood Pact in attacking the fleet.” The teal mutant said.

“I can ask you the same.”

“Didn’t seem like a good fight.” Zuri’s voice was partially drowned out by the screeching kettle.

“Are you sure it’s not because of the spawn of the twentieth already on board?”

Zuri’s face dropped. “What?”

Deadeye gave the closest thing to a smile he could give. “Forty years ago your mother summoned me into real-space so I can get shoved head first into a teal hound-shaped box.”

“S-sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, I’m hunting her down, not you, Theta von Hellebor.”

“Zuri. It’s Zuri. My mom is the granddaughter of a Kage tribal smitten by a knight freeblade. My mom is the noble woman prosecuted for her mutations. My mom is the one to become the pet project of an Alpha Legionnaire with too much time on his hands and became his master of executions and his soul link. My mom is the one to sabetouge records so that this system no longer existed to the Imperium. My mom is the one who conquered the shoguns and claimed the green gas giant overhead and its satellites as hers. My mom is the von Hellebor. I’m just Zuri, the local witch who lives in a hut in the woods.”

“Zuri.” Deadeye growled softly. “You and I are the same.”

“Liking guns more than your other daemons isn’t the same as trying to live up to a proper lord.” She sighed. “You have no idea how I feel.”

“I… I…” Deadeye struggled to speak. “I… don’t know. I don’t know how you feel. I am a tool made for war and murder, I do not have parental figures to match up to. I guess Khorne would be a parent of sorts and… I don’t know if he’s proud of me.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“Why would he be?” Deadeye sighed. “I’m not honorable and I don’t kill nearly as many as my kin.”

“Because Khorne isn’t just the god of honor and murder.” Zuri gave the daemon a fang filled smile. “He's also the god of war.”

“So?”

“While the legions of berserkers and beast riders fight the wars, they don’t win them. It’s the strategists that win them. So one willing to put aside personal glory to win. And you, my bloody brother, are the one to win wars.”

“T-Thank you.” Deadeye grinned. “But I have to ask, are you really working with the Blood Pact? Was this a plan to kill your mother, or are you handing her and her astarte handlers new playthings?”

Zuri giggled, pouring the kettle of tea into two cups. “My answer will depend on who wins the coming fight.”

“You are a snake.”

“Says the sniper.”

[atbussysparks]

As the official southern scout irl, here's some 💯% accurate headcanons 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲

His body rejects his French blood like it's a disease so he has a constant stomach ache

1/4 Jewish and 1/4 Mexican. He was really pale before the war

His mom is totally Fran Drescher.

ADHD, and has an Oral fixation. If you told him that he'd go "huhuhuh, oral."

Coughed up blood on three separate occasions and coughed up glitter once

He has a metric shit ton of vintage comics, but he's dyslexic

He keeps pinups on his ceiling and everytime pyro barges into his room he has to shove them into a hole in the ceiling like it's fuckin fahrenheit 451

Owns a crust jacket that got hit with a firework and caught on fire at one point.

If cut open his organs glow BRIGHT green. He makes engineers Geiger counter go crazy

Does a ridiculous Beavis impression

Randomly does ballet poses just because he can. He also cannot do actual ballet.

Got sent to a troubled teens camp for two years until he was 14 and his mom and brothers busted him out, and the facility ate shit seven years later and he drank absinthe to celebrate.

Eats random shit he shouldn't eat. He ate a car mirror disco ball. He ate a lovebug. He gnawed on the edge of a table. There was a pinecone found in his stomach before respawning. Where the fuck did he get a pinecone??? THEYRE IN THE DESERT

When he was 9 he Got stuck in one of his brothers' lowrider after it flipped over For 13 minutes. His brother flipped it back over and They never talked about it again

Tried to microwave a bag of gummy worms to make one big "wormo gum" it caught on fire

Sniper asked him if he wanted some marmite and got tackled for saying "marmite? But pa might not!"

Fucking loves mushrooms. It has to be spelled out when talking about it so he doesn't freak out. Someone has to distract scout if someone else is making mushrooms

Got lost in the rain with one of his brothers for FOUR HOURS in his PJs. Still made it in time for a doctor's appointment.

He thinks medics trying to put bombs in him

After the events of "The Naked and the Dead" If scout coughs or laughs or trains too hard he gets violent pains in his side torso, and has to sit and breathe for a bit. Spy, medic, and heavy notice the most. Spy can't bring themself to stay in the room when they see it. Heavy lays his hand on his chest to weigh him down, and stop him from trembling. Medic asks him if he "wants some good strain"

He wants some good strain but detests smoking. He and medic have tried desperately to attain edibles.

Banned from wearing short-shorts because his dumbass can't act right. Refuses to sit legs closed. Brags about his buff fucking linebacker legs. He gets fish-hooked by the leg skin in battle. He ate a pair because he lost a bet.

Can't sleep around box fans because he heard they can kill you

Soldier opened the doors to the shower once and found scout in there, fully clothed, as a huge cloud of red/black smoke billowed out of the room and blinded him. He never found out wtf happened in there. The only time he asked scout just said "my bad, you peeped the horrors." he never asked again.

Lactose intolerant but desperately in love with mac n cheese. That might actually be the reason why his stomach hurts.

Joined the gravel wars when he was actually 19 but letting that get out would get him killed, because the higher ups are only allowed to hire people 25 and up. So, he turned 21 he told everyone he turned 27.

Watched cujo and he cried for the dog, because he has a huge saint Bernard at home

Probably kins cujo because he had rabies

His hat (called a fisherman or fiddle that btw) has has the word "gorm" and a picture of Garfield embroidered on the inside

Wears a giant fuckin muumuu to sleep. No matter where he is or what's going on, if he's wearing the muumuu he can sleep.

[blue-shiver13]

So I made a tf2 roleplay discord server, if anyone wants they can join!

This server is a RED team centric tf2 roleplay server. This servers application process is a little harsh but that’s because we’re only looking for specific people for roleplay. We are currently looking for people to roleplay the following characters: Scout (blu), Soldier (blu), Pyro (blu), Demoman (red/blu), Engineer (red/blu), Sniper (red/blu), Spy (red/blu), and Miss Pauling

Basic Server DNI Racists, homophobes, transphobes, terfs, radqueer/radinclus, neonazis, nazis, conservatives, asian fetishizers, anti-anti, pedophiles, incest and supporters, MAPs and supporters, proshippers, pro-abuse, pro-ana, endogenic systems and supporters, kins, irls, delusional attachments, anti-furry, rcta/ecta, transracials, nontraumagenic systems

Specific Server DNI People who dont ship the following: Heavy x Medic, Spy x Scouts Mom, Scout x Pauling, Soldier x Zhanna People who ship ANYTHING besides the following: Heavy x Medic, Spy x Scouts Mom, Scout x Pauling, Soldier x Zhanna, Scout x Pauling x Fried Chicken Tramp People with the following headcanons: all characters besides Yana are transgender, Miss Pauling is lesbian, Spy or Scout is bi/gay, Spy is feminine, Heavy has a beard

Dm me for the invite

[darwindanger]

Everything'll be apples

Just here to bugger around and see what all the fuss is about.

@emotionally-resilient-sniper -> @darwindanger

Informal Ask/Kin/RP blog for Red Sniper

(link is for a carrd with more info on headcanons/'verse)

I reblog a lot of nature/60s-70s aesthetics along with fanart I gel with.

I'm happy to answer silly questions or give advice, though I'm no therapist.

If you wanna know anything about insects/bees, primates, forensics, or archery- I'm your bloke.

Public asks/interactions need to be SFW, ta.

I'm not really inclined to get into shippy stuff unless I know the mun is also an adult and the muses have chemistry.

Current thread(s):

#Devil in the Moonlight

#can opening <- asks

#bogan's beasties <- animals

-Maverick (21, he/him)

[noncanon-fictionkin]

first [?] kinfession here !!!

hi !!!

so, i'm Kin with a Red vs Blue [RvB] character, right?

you may be asking "where's the noncanon part coming in?”

well

thats the thing...

i'm never shown on screen or any media...or even canonically name dropped!

but...you want the crazy part???

it's heavily IMPLIED that I exist???

My "storyline" is also partially canon divergent, as I existed outside of the main narrative in a way?

long story short; lost my head, revived, snd now absolutely hate snipers <//3

anyways! that's that!!

hope that was an enjoyable read. haha

- brokennexus

holy shit !!!!!! red vs blue kin spotted !!!!!!!! dude youre so real and valid for this one and im staring at you so hard. anon you gotta tell me all about this one.

[revenant-coining]

i just realized u do kin flags i was curious if u could do one for scout from tf2, and ones for both christian brutal sniper and ass pancakes from tf2 freakshow :))

[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: black-blue, blue, light brown, off-white, light brown, blue, black-blue. in the center of the flag is an off-white circle outlined in black-blue. in the center of the circle is a black-blue kin symbol, a 7-pointed star made of lines. End ID]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: black, black-brown, dark brown, darkish brown, dark brown, black-brown, black. in the center of the flag is a darkish brown circle outlined in black. in the center of the circle is a black kin symbol, a 7-pointed star made of lines. End ID]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: grey, red, orange, off-white, orange, red, grey. in the center of the flag is an off-white circle outlined in grey. in the center of the circle is a grey kin symbol, a 7-pointed star made of lines. End ID]

in order: ass pancakes, chrisitan brutal sniper, and scout kin flags ^^

[vanilla-ending]

Ultimate F/O Masterlist

Format: Name (Media) - Relationship - Tag

** **- Uncomfortable sharing

~~ ~~- Kin

!! !! - 18+ source material, minors don't interact

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I'm putting in pretty much every character I've posted on this blog but may come back and delete the ones that were very shortly lived, for now here is my (mostly) cohesive list-

Main/Current Fixation F/Os:

~~**Peter Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy) - Familial (Father) - Legendary Star-Lord**~~

Guardians of the Galaxy (GotG) - Familial - Bunch of Losers

~~Wade Wilson (Deadpool) - Romantic - Merc with a Mouth~~

Not fixated but still loved:

Remy “Gambit” LeBeau (X-Men/X-Men ‘97) - Romantic - House Always Wins

Engineer Mark (In Space with Markiplier) - Romantic - Don't Split Up

Mackenzie Paxon (ISWM) - Romantic? Platonic? - A Mack Guarantee!

~~Actor Mark (Who Killed Markiplier?)/Date Mark (A Date with Markiplier) - Romantic - Something Beautiful~~

Heist Mark (A Heist with Markiplier) - Romantic - Don't Split Up

Celine Doom/Whitacre (WKM?) - Romantic - With All My Heart

Celcionna F. Kelvina (ISWM) - Romantic - Think of the Colonists!

~~Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) - Familial (Mother/Older Sister) - Kindness~~

Mane 6 (MLP:FiM) - Familial/Platonic - Elements of Harmony

Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan (GotG) - Familial - Unspoken Thing

Rocket Raccoon (GotG) - Familial - Ain't No Thing Like Me

Puppet!Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's the Musical) - Familial (Children) - Time to Play

Mark Schmidt (FNaF the Musical) - Romantic - Surviving Five Nights

Matthew Afton/MadPat (FNaF the Musical) - Romantic - And You're the Victim

Nathan Fitzgerald (FNaF the Musical) - Platonic - Enjoy the Show

AJ (FNaF the Musical) - Platonic - Hey J!

Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom) - Romantic - Love.EXE

Winnie the Pooh (The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh) - Familial/Platonic - Chubby Little Cubby

Raggedy Ann (the doll/Raggedy Ann and Andy’s Musical Adventure) - Familial/Platonic - Just A Rag Dolly

Retired (little to no interest):

The Author/Host (Danger in Fiction) - Romantic - Stranger in Fiction

Jackieboy Man (The Somewhat-Incredible Jackieboy Man) - Romantic - Back in Action!

!! Lawrence Oleander (Boyfriend to Death 2) - Romantic - I Love the Curve of Your Spine !!

Chase Brody (Bro Average) - Romantic - Bro Average

Captain Magnum (AHWM) - Familial/Platonic - The Greatest Treasure

Silver Shepherd (Super Infidelity) - Romantic - Super Zero

Mori Annus (Unus Annus) - Romantic - Deity in White

Clint Barton (Avengers) - Romantic - Gosh I Love Arrows

Mundy/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) - Romantic - Be Polite Be Efficient

Wanda Maximoff AND Vision (Avengers: Age of Ultron) - Romantic - I Just Feel You

Mobius M. Mobius (Loki) - Romantic - For All Time Always

Loki Laufeyson (Thor) - Romantic - Glorious Purpose

Kraglin Obfonteri (GotG) - Romantic - Ravager Red

Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa) - Romantic - The Ultimate Hope

Monokuma (Danganronpa) - Platonic? - It's Punishment Time!

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa) - Romantic - The Ultimate Nurse

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa) - Romantic? Platonic? - The Ultimate Moral Compass

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa 2) - Romantic - The Ultimate Lucky Student

Ayano/Yandereiplier (Yandere Sim) - Romantic - I Love Senpai

Freddy FazBear (Five Nights at Freddy's) - ROMANTIC?? - Bear Hugs

Illinois James (AHWM) - Romantic - An Adventure Sounds Lovely

Google Red (Google Gets an Upgrade) - Romantic - Secondary Objective

Yoshi (Mario) - Platonic - Soft Yarn Dino

Henrik Von Schneeplestein (The Jacksepticeye Power Hour) - Romantic - Ze Good Doctor

!! Jacob Alden (Lurking for Love) - Romantic - Your Secret Admirer !!

!! Mason Heiral (The Price of Flesh) - Romantic - You Visited the Cabin !!

!! Celia Lede (TPoF) - Romantic - You Were Cleaned Up !!

!! Strade (Boyfriend to Death) - Romantic - Strade Loved You Too Much !!

!! Ren Hana (BtD) - Romantic - Ren Ate Your Heart !!

[fictionkinfessions]

heyyyy so I'm back. been meaning to write here again for a while, but I've had this weird sense of avoidance around it. recently, I've had several kin-related dreams, although none of them have felt like proper memories so far. last night it was about if Feral had lived and gotten sith training. I remember he held a simple red lightsaber in his left hand, and he stood in something between a back stance and a middle stance in taekwondo terms (I don't remember the terminology of lightsaber combat or teras kasi or anything, but I do remember some stuff from tkd classes I took as a kid) - that is, a side-facing stance that made him as narrow a target as possible. he was funny in a nervous kind of way, like he was acutely aware of the physical disadvantage he was at and protected himself with jokes. he had a sort of prey animal fear about him, but he was a bit more confident than he was in tcw, at least. in another life, maybe he'd be the class clown. he was bad at blocking blaster shots with a lightsaber, and I think he knew it, but he tried anyway. this is where the dream gets weird, and I should probably mention that I was an outside/third-person observer up until this point. crosshair from the bad batch (which I haven't watched since around when he got all crispy fried and the fall of tipoca city) showed up and shot him in the neck with a sniper rifle with a scope, and I think it was a slugthrower (aka regular gun with bullets) to boot? this upset me so greatly that I rewound the dream a few seconds and personally tackled him before he could take the shot. (I didn't really get to see what/who I looked like, just a shadowy figure in the first person.)

I don't know if this was an accurate glimpse into his personality, or if I even got the chance to know him before sidious took me for training like some kind of wrinkly sci-fi rumplestiltskin, but I hope I did. the star wars canon can't seem to make its mind up on that, but I suspect I'm already a little canon-divergent - I recall having even, peg-like, sharp teeth, but I recently noticed that screenshots don't seem to reflect that. idk, I don't really like looking at pictures of myself. ok I just double-checked and seeing myself with human teeth truly is cursed. I have lost my train of thought goodbye

—Maul (#🍵)

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