#tf2 cryptid

[coolfireguy73]

This is about your Cryptid AU, but I was just thinking that if Scout has a preferred pattern of running, perhaps on the outskirts of town, would there be a small blood trail because he runs so much that his feet bleed? Does it make him easy to track?

He doesn't really have one. He mostly run around randomly in any direction he feels is more interesting. He'll be attracted by any noise, lights, sent, or anything interesting he can see. He'll mostly stay on the ground, indoors and outdoors.

He'll be very aware of his surroundings though. He watches out for anything he can eat and anyone that can eat him. If he stumble upon another merc he'll run away by climbing something and escaping on the roofs of buildings.

He somewhat figured out the others territories. For exemple he knows not to go in demo's territory because it's full of traps, to be careful in Soldier's and that he can be safe in Spy's.

He also knows to be careful at night. Though nowadays he's less afraid since arrows are slower than bullets.

[mellowheartthecat]

Maddening Mission - Chapter 2

Originally, there was gonna be cover art here like i did for my first fic. But yall aren’t getting shit now for the sole reason of im lazy.

Obligatory ping of the au author: @coolfireguy73

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POW!

Another shot hit the ground near the two. This time, though, they saw where the shot was fired from. It was from on top of a building approximately 50 meters away. The two bolted up and Bomber shouted an order.

“Split and cut!” The two bolted in opposing directions perpendicular to the building the shooter was standing on top of, planning to circle around to block an escape. While Seeker could just run and be fast, Bomber had to put in a bit more effort. He pulled out one of his utility bombs and threw it upward with minimal effort. Exactly a second later he leaped upward as the bomb exploded and propelled himself off a piece of shrapnel.

He grabbed onto a ladder anchored onto the side of the building. He quickly climbed up and pushed himself forward using the side of the roof. He pulled out a pistol on his side and pointed it at the surrendering man. After a few seconds Seeker finished climbing the opposite brick wall and joined him at his friend’s side.

The man they stopped appeared to be somewhere in his 40s. He definitely had the look of a survivor, with his cracked goggles and various mismatched clothes He looked a bit surprised.

“I don’t know who you folk are,” he said, “but yall should get out while you still can.”

“Nah.” Seeker pulled out a butterfly knife and twirled it around. “We got stuff to do here. But what’s up with you, eh? Shooting us and not even putting up a fight?”

The stranger sighed. “I thought you were one of them.”

“Well clearly not, eh?”

“Clearly.” He slung the gun across his shoulder as he got up. Bomber’s gun followed. The stranger didn’t care. “We’ve made too much noise here, we need to be careful. We don’t want them to hear us.”

Bomber lowered his gun. “‘Them’?”

“We gotta get to somewhere safe first. Follow me.” He turned around and started heading towards the ladder.

“Can’t.” Seeker put away the knife. “We’re waiting on someone.”

He briefly stopped. “I’m afraid they’re not coming back. Yall need to focus on livin’. If yall wanna live then you’ll follow me.” His tone was very stern.

“She will come back,” responded Bomber. “That girl is something else.”

Seeker jumped in. “Bloody right! She saved our bloody asses back there when we were ambushed by those mask guys!”

“You got darn lucky then. But your luck won’t last. It never does here. You gotta give up that pride or you wont last a night.”

Bomber stood his ground. “We are staying. Nothing you say can stop us.”

“...fine. Yall still have hope, I get it. I’ll keep watch to make sure nothing gets yall. But when the sun sets, yall give up or you’re on your own. And if you see a man with a bow and arrow, you run.” -- Another arrow skid by. It hit the tree next to her.

It knew where she was. That much was clear.

The lighting in the forest was too inconsistent to get a good view around her. It made practically no noise of its own, besides the light crunch of leaves, which she could barely make out over the sound of her own breathing. She needed to calm down.

Another arrow was fired. She quickly moved out of the way just for it to barely graze her cheek. She forced her breathing to normalize just to hear the bow being pulled back.

The entity was around 25 yards away. 10:30 o’clock.

She quickly darted behind a tree to avoid the arrow as it was shot. It continued to circle her as it pulled back its bow again. She dodged the arrow and summoned her steed and darted onto it. She practically slapped the base of its neck to make it take off. 

She has to get out of there.

--

The trio was all on lookout. Bomber and Seeker were looking out for Beastmaster, while the stranger was on the other side of the roof watching their backs.

Seeker thought this was fucking boring. They’ve faced a lot of threats in the past. In comparison, what they fought earlier was just a minor inconvenience. The only challenging part is that they can’t kill them.

He glared back at the stranger, who was paying no attention to them. How long has he been out here?

Wait, is he our client?

His brooding was interrupted by Bomber yelling out, “there she is!”

Sure enough, there she was, in the distance, riding into the clearing on her horse-deer hybrid creature. Bomber was already going down the ladder and Seeker hopped down from the roof. The stranger walked over to the edge of the roof. He looked both shocked and in awe that she actually came back.

She stopped next to the dead campfire.

Seeker was the first to greet her. “Ayo what took so long?”

“Had company. Got a good hit on me, too.” Her steed knelt down as she swung her other leg around, revealing an arrow deep in her thigh. “I can manage cleaning this up on my own.” Upon closer inspection, there was also a shallow cut along her cheek.

Bomber shrugged. “Whatever you say. Seeker, we should probably get some rations from the ship.”

“You have that little faith in me?” she muttered something and her steed dropped a rabbit with an arrow skewered through it straight into her hand. “I managed to stab it while on the run.”

“Woah... uh...” Seeker awkwardly stood around as she handed the rabbit to Bomber and took out some medical supplies, knowing damn well she’d get pissy if he offered to help. “Is that why you got shot?”

“Possibly.” She whistled to her steed and handed it a roll of bandages for it to hold, which it gently held in its mouth.

“You’re just gonna stand there and not help the damn girl?” The stranger, who had already climbed down the ladder and walked over, quickly rushed over to Beastmaster’s side. “Thats one nasty wound. You’re damn lucky that’s the only one. When I say I’ll pull out the arrow, and you’ll need to stuff a bunch of gauze into that wound. Can you handle that?”

“Um.” She was leaning away from the stranger, her cool composure completely gone. “Um, sure.”

Seeker and Bomber suppressed the urge to laugh as the stranger started looking for something. “Now, where’s the-” He came face to face with her steed. “Uh...” He looked at her. Then back at the steed. He slowly reached out and took the bandages from it. “Right... That’s something... lets, get you patched up.”

--

A couple minutes passed before the bleeding finally stopped. The stranger breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad that’s over with. Now, what in sam hell is up with you bunch?”

Beastmaster took a deep breath to regain her composure. “Never-nevermind us for the moment. We don’t even know your name.”

“Guess I owe you that. The name’s Dell Conagher. Would say its a pleasure but nobody should be here.”

She double checked her watch to confirm. Then she smiled. “Well then, Mr. Conagher, we’re here to help. We would explain, but I don’t think we’re quite in the state to do so this evening. Is there any place where those creatures won’t go for us that we can stay for the night?”

Bomber nodded. “Sounds good, we’ll explain everything tomorrow.”

Dell sighed. “Alright then. Yall follow me.”

~~~~~~~ yippee, it is done If you thought this this chapter was dialog heavy then you aint ready for the next one lol. It’ll pretty much exclusively be dialog and exposition. After that the fun can begin.

[wackarat]

I saw your post that you want to draw guts! Perfect, I give you a magical permission and excuse to draw guts ✨✨✨

~same person that gave you a magical permission and excuse to draw gunslinger

lmao the permission anon strikes again and i must answer

[singularsoldier]

There’s so much potential in tf2 content if yall let go of the “parental role” dynamic and let the mercs be a weird friend group spanning at least three different generations. Scout saying he doesn’t wanna turn 30 (bc erm OLD??? /j /j thats a joke) and Medic throttles him

Pyro mentioning how they never filed taxes for the business they owned (in the comics) and Soldier explodes them with a rocket. Spy always talking about how the war “devastated her” while Sniper takes the fattest rip of his bong on the other end of the couch. Idk man there’s so much yall are missing out on its crazy

[hop-a-lot]

Headcanon: saxton has liquid australium instead of blood in his body.

Saxton:

[ch3ck-mat4]

I drew all nine mercs from @coolfireguy73 's TF2 Cryptid AU, I found this, and all of their designs SUPER cool. I took a few creative liberties in certain places, but I'm really proud of them!

Honestly, I thought about making my own Pauling design for this, too, but I think I'll draw that some other time.

[mangos-stimboards-and-hoards]

can we have a sniper tf2 stimboard with critters and weirdcore/uncanny in a digital way stims?

x | x | x x | x | x x | x | x

[reptil-enjoyer]

[theworkshopmann]

Creek Cryptid

Run for your life!

Type: Cosmetic

Class: Sniper

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: no

This cosmetic set was made by Steam users dobrapozitiva, Dansky and ˢᶜᵃʳᵉCrow. Posted on September 19th 2023, you can vote for this here!

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

something like this. maybe the fucked up part is theyre clones or something

Mh!

I love it.

[coolfireguy73]

Question. In the cryptid au, is Archimedes okay? I hope my little bird boy is alright, he's just a silly guy.

Don't worry he's safe and sound:) 👍

Maybe he's still around the abandoned hospital, though I don't think he'd be flying around much because Sniper could shoot him don't with an arrow.

[some-pers0n]

I really wish Demo was more involved in the main series. His biggest break was in the War! update and comics, where we get to see his personality shine more. We get a lot more with so many more characters.

Spy and Scout have a whole short dedicated to their relationship. Soldier is the main star in several comics. Medic, Sniper, Pyro, and Spy have arguably the most memorable and bombastic Meet the Team videos. Engie and Heavy are neglected as well, but they make up for it with their backstories. Spy and Pyro don't have a ton of info as well, but that's largely in part to their mysterious nature.

Demo doesn't...really have much. He's a one-eyed black Scott that is a crippling alcoholic. He likes swords, has connections to Merasmus through his haunted missing eye, has a blind mother, possibly converted several organs into distilleries, was abandoned at birth until his parents deemed him 'worthy' to rejoin the family...yeah.

A lot of the stuff with him isn't all that explored and feels more or less like a joke. It's a bit sad since he's one of the more interesting mercs to me. Even in fan content, Demo feels like an accessory and an add-on to a joke. Like those AI voice videos where he's the straight-man character who chews out the other mercs for being a furry or something.

And what makes it a bit less fun is how Demo never really does too much deeper than with his stereotype. All of the other mercs are more than just their superficial stereotype. Heavy isn't a dimwitted and evil communist, but rather a somewhat kind and incredibly intelligent man who opposes the U.S.S.R for what they've done to his family. They have layers to their jokes and are more than one-note stock characters.

Then you have Demo. The joke with him is that he's an alcoholic. That's pretty much it in terms of content for him.

I dunno. I wish Demo was more involved in the main comics. I think it's saying something that, while Miss Pauling and Spy are having a heart-to-heart about their eventual demise, Demo is curled up and mumbling about reinforcing his body to sustain more alcohol.

[crybtid]

Everyone else gets to post their TF2 OCs, I want to, too :( 

my art style doesn’t look like it at all but it’s a scout and an engie lol they’re from my cringe AU originating off of the TF2 gamemode “Slender Fortress” but I’m making it its own thing only slightly related to that

Here we’ve got my clone freak scout “Cryptid” and my collection team’s engineer Sam Harris or just “Harris”

[surprised-spades]

Demo: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Soldier: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Demo: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Soldier: But I heard a siren. Medic: That was Pyro. Pyro: Sorry, I got nervous.

[deadyetkawaii]

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[thebubblybutcher]

Well if you ever do give Engel more gifts. he does seem to like crytpids like jackalopes and wolpertingers

"oh? hm... maybe i'll say hi to him next full moon, then. hehehe..."