Little Less Gun
A independent TF2 RP Blog for a pocket Engineer named Patch. Standing at 5.5 inches high and on RED team, though no longer fights due to height issues. He got like that thanks to a accidental explosion at a Nuclear hub/Old Base. Generally welcoming to all types, and easy to get along with most, though he isn't one to underestimate.
(( full bio is in the pages section. I LOVE crossovers of all kinds, don't be shy! ))
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(( Yesh Hildy, we shall persevere! They can’t make us read it >:V *grabs and scampers away with* ))
Respawn of the Dead
“You must go now. I will make sure zombies do not catch you,” Heavy said. He turned his head to Sniper and Engineer who happened to be the closest to the doctor. “You two. Make sure nothing happens to Doktor. Drag him onto train, if you must.”
Yeah go ahead.
Punch me right in the feels.
{WHY WOULD YOU EVER- I WILL CRY NONONO SHH LAKJSF GUYS-
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(( STILL NOT GONNA READ IT. NOPE YOU CANT MAKE ME))
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*How did this happen? He was always careful not to wind up in these kinds of situations, but it seemed like fate had other plans. This strange woman caught him off guard and stole him away to some bizarre room away from helping hands and prying eyes. In truth he had always had a bit of a fear of Medics, that and their need to know how things in the body worked. It wasn’t any different from his profession in many ways, hell it was similar minus a few details.
One being that it didn’t end up with him strapped down and gagged on a dissection table as nothing more than another living play thing. The array of shining knives and tools meant to tear and cut at the flesh surrounded him.
A seemingly innocent smile above his head promised that he wouldn’t even feel a thing as she dug into his body to see what secrets it held.*
#ic #nightmare ask #:U spooky shit ya'll
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*It seemed normal to him, paying a old friend a visit at their new base to see how things were going. He did that quite often actually, well until certain parties didn’t like being left alone without warning. But still Buck was a good friend, so a day visit wouldn’t kill him right?
He arrived on base and made his was slowly to where Buck said to meet him. The inside of his workshop was dim and foul smelling..he couldn’t place what it was but it made the hairs on his neck stand on end. A nagging sense told him that being here was a mistake, and that staying would be a even worse one.
Patch slowly made his way to leave the workshop, to maybe find someone else he knew and stay there until he could leave in the morning. As he turned he saw Buck standing in the doorway, goggles reflecting the dim red light the room gave off. He looked paler than normal, almost sickly in fact. Did something happen? Patch tried talking to the fellow engineer, but he might as well have been talking to himself. The other didn’t seem to notice he was being asked several questions, all it seemed to to was make him move slowly forwards in a strange shuffling gait.
As Buck slowly moved out of the doorway it was then that Patch saw the body outside..The skull crushed and beaten in, but the uniform was of a RED Soldier.. Looking back at Buck he noticed him pulling out a bloody wrench with a sickening grin plastered on his face.*
“…Buck..easy now c-c’mon just put it down we can talk bout this. Buck..BUCK WAIT!”
#ic #nightmare ask #buck #whelp
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(derp might be long but ohwell)
*A dark errie hallway is where Patch finds himself walking. He remembers going out to find something, he’s long since forgotten and became lost..This place doesn’t seem like the familiar warm walls of Tuefort..he’s beginning to feel a deathly chill now that he thinks about it.
A noise around the corner snaps him out of his thoughts. Thinking it could be someone who knew the area he walked around the corner and stopped. A hunched form blocks most of the doorway, a long tail flicking back and forth in anger. The form seems all too familiar to the Engie as he steps forwards and calls out*
“…Fyura? That ya firebug?”
*The pyro in question whips around at the voice, eyes training on him in seconds. This wasn’t Fyura, it was someone else looking like her surely. There wasn’t any light in her eyes, none of the sass he had come to love from her..No humanity left in the hybrid….It had been driven away like everything else warm and loving in this frigid hell.
He couldn’t bring himself to move as the pyro started tearing into him*
#ic #nightmare ask #fyura #why bby why(Source: youth-joy-and-freedom, via teamfoolishness)
redpocketengy replied to your post:
(because then they’d go bankrupt trying to sell popcorn when we have free access to all the popcorn we want :V )………….
*Goes to find the nearest microwave in the base.*
*As a Engineer he knows these things*
1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?
4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.
6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?
7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?
9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?
10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
11. Does love = sex?
12. Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?
13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?
14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?
15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?
17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?
18. Imagine it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?
19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?
21.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?
22. Are you old fashioned?
23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?
24. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?
25. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
(Source: kylegeraghty, via irishsoldier)
Delicious Steampunk cookies ¡Ñam! (From Daniel Proulx’s (again) Pinterest). Uhm…I like that tag / brand of tea :P
Recipes: http://www.thekitchn.com/recipe-earl-gre-13268
http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1910,143164-224201,00.html
*chuckles* Well now these are more my style.
*yawns and lays back in a open window, simply enjoying a good breeze and sunny weather*
Dunno about close knit, but I’m out of my workshop an’ nobody’s knifed me in th’ back yet, so I figure I’m doin’ pretty good.
…Well not gettin knifed as ya walk out is a good improvement I think.
(Source: redpocketengy)
Yeah, same here. Just came out of seclusion. Rejoinin’ th’ world.
Good ta hear that. Ya meetin new people n all that?
Yeah, I made a few new friends. They seem pretty decent for th’ most part. Interestin’ anyway.
Well that’s good Buck. Sounds like yer gettin a close knit group by tha sound of things.
