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References for Anomaly Diversion!!!

Official!! finally!!

I wanted to make their design stand out, so I created them from scratch; they're not loadouts you can find in-game. Plus a little bit of character description because I'm dying to talk about them and their roles in the story (*wearing a shirt that says "please talk to me about my fic"*).

Now I can finally draw them often!!

Somewhat goofy clothing sheets under the cut↓↓↓

I tried to design them the way their silhouettes and colors stay recognisable, as if they were meant to be used in-game later, to not to break the gameplay rules. I also wanted them to look as tf2-like as possible, I studied the hell out of the 3d models and on the last three I guess it started to turn out decent. Drawing Spy is still pain though.

Or maybe it's just that I'm not attracted to the majority of the mercs visually?? That's why they don't look satisfying?? Lmao. Need to adjust them to my tastes later.

I'm not sure I can exactly explain my design choices with these... How exactly they correlate to their characters. There is something, but I went for it fully intuitively.

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For BLU scout I went for the softer, rounder oversized clothing to accent his insecurity and the need to shield himself for comfort. It still needed to shape his torso (game rules) but his hood and sleeves do the deed. There is also a strict rule in how to draw his freckles: they look more like moles and there's 7 or 8 of them. You won't believe me if I say this is lore relevant.

For RED Scout, I went with the more aggressive military style. I think I literally took this jacket design from a real military one. There should be an accent on his heavy relations with the army. His clothes are tight because he still likes himself.

RED Sniper is giving hunter vibes, forest type. BLU Sniper looks more like a fisher or a winter hunter. Not sure what deeper meaning I could assign to this except that BLU Sniper was heavily referenced on Ogata Hyakunosuke.

BLU Spy should radiate tiredness. His look is quite unkept for his standards but at this point it doesn't matter anymore. The turtleneck and the boots are special requests from @/gentlesurgeryenjoyer (xoxo)

BLU Medic just looks so freaking cool in a black shirt. It was a vision. I'm not sure if black and white accents mean anything in terms of which side those characters are on. I also wanted to separate him from another famous horror witnessing Medic.

And Miss Pauling was the most satisfying to draw, it was a gift to draw her last... I gave her pants because it's getting cold outside at the time when the story takes place. I also find it very impractical to go killing job in a pencil skirt, I'm sorry. She probably also wears snickers underneath.

And also thanks to @nightly-headache for helping out and assistance!

Seat saved for you

◇ Team Fortress characters 7th comic timeline and GenderNeutral!Reader - [platonic,family dynamic]

Your breath puffed in faint clouds, as the sun was slowly hiding behind mountains of snow. You walked through a neighbourhood, gazing at houses decorated on Smissmas with bright lights and other plastic holiday-themed decorations. You hold a small letter addressed specifically to you from your old friend, Scout, or now, Jeremy Willis, who was inviting you to join and celebrate holidays this year. You couldn't show up on previous ones, you worked alongside Miss Pauling, helping her get rid of even the smallest connection mercs ever had with the TF industry. You spend over six years helping them, just so they can live normal lives. After long years of destroying the past, you were happy to enjoy the future.

When you got that letter, you answered, promising to show up.

A cold wind was blowing the at back of your neck, as you slowly raised your hand to knock on doors. You waited, ready for someone to open them, tapping your foot over the wooden porch, in the meantime checking if you had everything on you, soon doors opened, and you couldn't stop smiling knowing you'd get to see them again, after seven years.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Oh hey! It's You !" Jeremy opened the door, welcoming you with a wide smile on his face "Get in here, you big dummy"

"Hello there Jeremy! I am late?" You asked.

Fortunately for you, they were just getting started. You put away your coat and presents you brought for others and change your boots, not wanting to dirty the floor with wet shoes. Scout led you to the living room from which loud sounds of laughter were heard. As you walked, you listened to your friend, thanking you for showing up and sticking around for so long. You sparkled with joy at every word he was saying, still in disbelief at how much this loud boy had grown.

"Alright c'mon before this gets embarrassin' " you smirked, knowing it kinda already did.

"Miss Pauling brought us a turkey! But just remember...-"

Both of you stepped into the warm bright light of the room, it blinded you for a moment, but when your eyes adjusted, you saw them all sitting around a large table with a smile on each familiar face. Not the fake one. No. It was the true smile of joy, happiness, freedom, ...of life.

It was something..... that even the most positive words could not describe.

"We couldn't' have done any of this without you."

...you?

You stood there, eyes slowly filling with tears as wide smile showed up on you face. You stared at Scout, who was pointing at saved seat for you, waiting for you to sit down and join them. You walked up to him...and gave him big hug.

"Thank you..." you wishpered, before letting him go.

You sat down, and noticed a man sitting on your left next to you. Was it-

"I see you finally decided to join us"

It was Spy. You tried hard not to freak out, or scream in joy, so you just cracked wide stupid smile.

Everyone started do what they did best, the started to talk loudly, asking you many questions about you job, life, family, everything! You were happy to meet in person their family members, little girl named Tanya was the first one to introduce herself and invited you to play with them. Other kids swarmed you like bee's, wanting all your attention to themselves. So did Pyro, who was holding your arm close to their chest, expressing how much they missed you. Fortunately you were saved by Heavy, who invited you for a drink alongside Medic, Demo, Engi and Sniper. Later Solider pulled you aside to introduce you to his children [with interesting choice of names] and his loving wife Zhanna, who gave you death threat if you try to look at her man in any funny way. At least she gave you strong handshake. Later Heavy's youngest sister Bronislava handed you over some pictures she took, from simple selfies to group photos with men you used to work with but never stop beeing friends with.

◇ ◇ ◇

Hours passed but for you it didn't matter. Time was not a thing when you were with them all, enjoying every second of chaotic energy they brought to this room. Scout was more than happy to see how you and his kids bonded, especially after you told them stories about how their father saved your life many times, how they beat up the bad guys and uncovered secrets together. For the little ones it was one check of a fairly tale, but for you it was your past. Then loud booming was heard outside, as sky sparkled with colors.

"Fireworks!" Kids shouted as they run past you, pining their face to the window and watching with aw how sky lights up on many different colors. As kids watched you sneak away, to join the adults in the living room, to take a break. Spy poured some water in your glass, and handed it to you with gentle smile. You took a sip and looked around, memories coming back to you. It was a long time ago.... wasn't it?

Well

This party just like every party will end, but memories from it will stay in your mind, sorry but you won't forget those nine morons in a lonnggggg time ha! Enjoy this party, even if you have to know it will end eventually, because this won't go on forever... but long enough to make fantastic moment that soon you'll be calling memories.

At that moment Scout rased his glass and shouted "Wishing you Merry Smissmas everyone!"

Team shouted with joy as you joined them, with bright smile on your face, feeling lucky to meet this team all those years ago.

Look at that.

TF 7th comic made me cry of joy so bad I came back here to write fanfic about reader joining the family

So- anyone interested in more Reader who visited on Smissmas story expansion?

My idea: Since we have 7 years time skip and Scout talks to "us" as good friends oh his that stuck around... I think I can work with that. So, anyone here interested?

Edit:

I made it: Seat saved for you

Can we see a fic with Sniper angst? He's my skrunkle and I want to put him in a blender.

[𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾!𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!💀🌌]

𝖶𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾.

✩ Tf2 Sniper [warning: angst, mentions of death, blood, respawn effect ]

Cold wind blow at Sniper's face as he walked back to his van after successful misson on Double Corss. It was tough battle, they were close to loosing this one, fortunately Scout manage to secure intelligence at the last second. It was one of the longest battles for Sniper yet, his back was full on new scars from Spy's butterfly knife, his hands were tried from constantly reloading his rifle. Finally he opened doors to his van, and put away his tools. He was too tried to take a bath, his muscles refused to do any task, rest was the only thing his body craved. Sniper took his battle uniform off, to change to something more light. After he changed, without a thought he layed down on his bed, closing his tried eyes and falling asleep.

Suddenly Sniper woke up to loud bang outside. Without a thought he grabed his kukri and slowly opened the door. He walked outside, shaking a bit from cold, looking aroud the source of loud noise. It was hard to see anything because around him thick fog started to form. He shook his head, before mumbling to himself.

"It was probably a wind..."

He turned around but this time bang was louder. He turned around quickly and noticed someone running away, without a thought Sniper run after them. Who was that? Was it Scout trying to prank him? Someone from the BLU Team wanting to take a revenge on him? He run, as fast as could, his vision focused on mysterious figure, when suddenly he triped over something. He was already pissed that someone woke him up in the middle of the night, and that someone just got away with it, so he quickly stood up and kicked whatever made him trip. At this moment his rage evaporated, as he looked down at the thing that made him fall. It was...his own dead body. He backed away and stepped into puddle of blood. He turned around only to see his body penetrated by the arrow, pinned to the wall as blood was dripping down on dark wooden floor. Sniper froze in place, i mean what would you do if you saw your own body like this? This is when he heard another bang, this time it was closer. In that moment another body feel through the doorframe, with bullet hole in his chest, choking on it's own blood before freezing in place, with eyes staring straight at the floor. Sniper backed away, not sure what to do. What to do? Run. Run! This is what was in Sniper's head right now, he needed to run to hide, to survive. Each step he took, another bang was heard, and another body apeared in front of him. His body. Dead body. He noticed an old wooden door in front of him. As he run towards them he heard footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer, as if someone or something was chasing after him. He heard a bang and bullet missed his ear by inch. Someone was shooting at him! He ran, as fast as he could, just to reach that door, to hide, to take cover, anything! Finally he managed to close door behind him, he quickly formed small blockade with wooden boxes he found to prevent whoever was after him to enter the room.

He looked around, noticing he was in the respawn room. It was always the safe place for his team, place where they can heal or gather necessary things, argue, plan things but now, he was there alone. Only noise he heard was air blowing from the ventilation system. He never wondered before how it all works, how is it possible that he can just apear again, alive and continue to live as if death didn't exist for him, but the longer he stood in that room, the more he craved the answer. Small drop of water feel on his head, then another...and another. He looked up, to see broken pipe, bit also something next to it. A fuse box, stuck to the ceiling with warning sign painted on it. Sniper reached his hand up and opened it revealing- a button. A simple red button. He wanted to press it- but... should he? What does it even do? Is it worth to take the risk? But he had to know....he needed to know how is possible that each time bullet takes his life away, he always manages to come back as if nothing had happened. Silence filled the room, air blowing from the ventilation, drops continuing to fall on his head, as he slowly moved his hand close to the button. Drop....drop....drop.....

. . .

He did it.

Sniper was hold his hand up, after pressing the button. He looked around wondering if this action changed anything but nothing was happening for a long while. This is when something started to drop on his face again, it wasn't pure and clean like water, instead it was dark and red...it was blood. The button he pressed started to melt, soon falling on his face as if someone pour bucket of water at him. He rub hands against his face to rub it off, cursing as his vision now turned red.

When he finnaly was able to see he realized he was outside again, now surrounded not by two or four corpses, but hundreds of them, all in deferent positions, all killed in deferent ways. This is when he heard a whistling behind him, he turned around to see figure walking towards him. Each step figure made was filling Sniper with fear. Why? Why was he so scared of it? He is a mercenarie, a hired killer! So why is he so scared of....dying. he died before so why is he so scared of it now. Maybe it was a thought he held in his head for a really long time, a scenario he wanted to hide deep in his head, wishing to never consider such possibility again but here it was again this sick question in his brain, scenario what if. And as he started at that figure approaching him he asked himself: What if I won't come back this time?

BANG

Bullet missed his cheek by inches, forcing Sniper to back away. He left fear for the first time, realising what he has done. He needs to run. RUN! He isn't going to respawn again, when he is shoot he is dead, there is no coming back, only....nothing. Sniper run as fast as he could stepping over his own corpses, splashing his boots in the puddles of blood. He noticed something in front of him, it was his van! All he needed to do is to get inside, start the engine, drive away and he will be safe again. Soon he felt something grabbing his leg. When he looked down he noticed it was one of hia corpses, then another one moved reaching for his arm. It didn't take long for Sniper to realized that they all are moving towards him, screeching and screaming at the same time. He panicked and started to run again, this time faster than before, struggling to move as another hand grabbed him by his arms or legs pulling him back. It went for so long... so agonising long... for Sniper it felt as if he was running for hours, he was close yet so far away from his only way out of this situation, each step feeling more and more heavy when suddenly he was pulled back with great force. He was pinned to the ground, as mysterious figure who was hunting all this time walked up to him, holding the same kukri he walked out with outside. He looked up only to see huge knife swing up and with all force down, slashing his neck. One swing, two swing, blood splashed everywhere. Sniper let out loud scream of pain, scared of what's to come. He can't respawn, he won't be able to come back. There was no going back, all he could do now was to close his eyes...

When he opened them again he was greet with....nothing. Nothing but black void. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He felt like fire was burning his skin off, like he was drowing in deepest part of the sea, alone, helpless. Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP! What is this place?! It's agony to be here! LET HIM GO!

"DON'T LET ME DIE!" Sniper screamed. He quickly stood up hitting his head on the ceiling of the van. He took a deep breath, slowly realizing that is now back in his bed, sweating, tears runing down his cheeks, heart beating wildly. Was it- another hallucinations? Sniper pinched himself, once, twice, then he hit his arm over to wall. Yup, this pain was real, he was real, he wasn't dead. For a while Sniper sit on his bed, staring at the floor, breathing in and out to calm himself or at least understand what was that. A nightmare. It was a all a dream, it wasn't real.

He spend another thirty minutes, laying down on bed thinking about it, soon slowly forgetting most of this nightmare. He began to wonder what caused this? Overworking? Stress? A warning? Or maybe his consciousness I tried to tell him something...

At this point Sniper was too tried to think about it any longer, he decided to go back to sleep, this time, fortunately, not getting any nightmares for the rest of the night, which was good, because he needed to wake up to his job tomorrow, to start the cycle of fighting, dying respawning again. And again...and again....and again....and again....and again....and again.

[This request was something deferent for me, it was the first time for me to write something like that so I do hope you liked this story and it's theme 💀]

Hey there again, I have once again come with another request. My partner and I don't exactly comform to stereotypical gender roles, and shes the first person I've ever been with who's not a straight guy that's made me feel bad if I ever stepped out of the realm of femininity. That being said, it would be really, really sweet to see an x reader fic that is perhaps trans x trans, I personally hc Medic and Sniper as a trans men, but any x reader with a merc you could see as being trans would be cool. Like, a budding romance in which both people involved find yet another thing that connects them. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

Not so deferent

◇ HCTrans!Medic x Trans Reader[romantic]

[🏳️‍⚧️🤍]

Solider was in Medic's office, shouting and complaining how today's match ended in shameful stalemate meanwhile Medic (completely ignoring him, only nodding from time to time) bandaged his wounds and sewed his most limbs back together. Meanwhile you sat outside alone, in red corridor filled with empty chairs, with wound dripping more and more blood each time you tried to move. Today your team lost, and you were one of the few unlucky people to get badly wounded, not being able to respawn and heal. You couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time to be examinated by Medic, alone. Sure you had your chest surgery for the übercharge, but this was done when you had gaint hole in your chest, and when Medic's medigun healed you, just like Heavy, it also fixed your shirt, so no one knew you were.... deferent.

Finnaly you heard Solider's loud "Thanks Doc!". Ready, you stood up, and walked past your teammate, into the Laboratory. You looked around noticing pigeons happly flying around, puddles of blood on the floor and Medic himself, cleaning his bonesaw, preparing for his next speciment- I mean- teammate. He turned around getting you with big smile across his face.

"At! There you are. Glad to see you are the last of my patients, so what is it? Lost limbs? Broken bones?"

You sat down and pointed at your side. He gently lifted your shirt up and from his reaction you could tell it was bad.

"What an injury it is! You definitely need to tell me how you got it. Was it from Demo and his sword? Maybe from Sniper's kukri? I can't wait to hear it!" Medic said before making you lie down on his operation table.

"Now, can you lift your shirt up for me?"

You didn't know what to do. You lifted your shirt, only slightly up, bearly revealing your wound.

"Oh mein libe, don't be shy. We are alone here after all. I am [was] a doctor, no need to feel embarrassed now. I suggest you take of your shirt quickly, don't want you to pass out from the blood loss now, I'm still eager to hear how did you get that nasty wound in the first place".

You hesitated, but you knew you could trust him, so you took your shirt off. Medic glanced at your chest, tilting his head a bit, he smiled and put his medigun over you.

You waiting for something, his reaction on this. Maybe he didn't notice? No...then he wouldn't laugh. Why did he laugh? Was he laughing at you?...

"Is everything alright mein libe?" Medic asked noticing your nervousness.

"It's..." you started "you see.... you aren't surprised or...mad?"

"Mad?" Medic giggled "At what? You?"

You nodded.

"You mean, for the-" he pointed at your scars.

You nodded again.

Medic chukled again, and sat down next to you.

"What a ridiculous thing, of course I'm not mad! Surprised, yes, but never mad"

He noticed you looking away, he thought for a bit before taking your hand.

"So we aren't so definitely after all..."

You looked at him confused.

"It was a hard operation, I had to do it myself because non of the clinics I was in wanted to attempt such a thing! Not to brag but, I manage to do it while passing out only twice"

Both of you stared at each other, holding your hands tight, feeling how word around your doesn't exist anymore, there is just you two.

"Mein libe, you shouldn't be ashamed for what you are. All you have to do is to be you"

Medic smiled as he put small bandage over you hand, and kissed it gently.

He stayed by your side, as your were healed. Both of you talked about your experiences, thoughts, feelings. Each word you felt more and more connected to this strange german doctor, who made your heart race each time he completed how beautiful you are.

It was...nice to know someone could understand you, that there was someone you can relate to. When your wound healed, you didn't walk out, instead you decided to stay and help Medic cleaning his laboratory. He aggred, happily jumping from story to story, just to keep a conversation with you. Of course he let you feel Archimedes with eyeballs, and pet other pigeons saying "They really like you!".

It was a nice way to end your day, you didn't even remember your team lost battle, all you wanted to do is to speak with Medic, and Medic? All he wanted was to hold you, speak with you, comfort you, because today two people found another beautiful thing that connects them...

[I apologise for making you wait! I didn't have a lot of energy to write anything for the past month... I hope you and your partner like it! Thank you for your patience my friend and I can't wait to hear another request from you, and this time I promise to write it faster 💀'"]

Love your page so much, and if it's not to much of an ask. Could you do a demo x reader story?

-💣 Anon

[Thank you for enjoying my writing! And thank you for this request, I hope you gonna like it!💀💙]

Aye got my eye on you

◇ TF2 Demoman x reader [crush, slightly romantic]

"Misson ends in 30 seconds!"

The administrator's voice shouted when your team tried to capture the control point. Heavy, Spy, and Solider were sill respawning. You stood behind the wall, peeking, trying to come up with the best strategy, but it was really hard to even think. BLU team was prepared today, keeping the control point for most of the match. It was hard to make a push even with the übercharge.

You were still looking around until someone pulled you behind the wall by your hand.

"Look out!" After those quick words, you heard a shot from BLU Sniper's rifle, almost shooting you right in the head. You turned around to see who you should thank, and it was someone you didn't expect. It was Demoman.

"Aye ya doin' alright? You almost got shot right in the head! Be cheerful next time"

"Thank you Demo. I will' you answered.

"Listen, I have an idea, I've already talked with Spy about it, but to do this I need an extra set of hands. What to ya say?"

"Sure!" You noded, smiling, ready for the commands.

"Alright, when ya hear their Snipers scream, run to the point with me. I'll take care of that sentry, meanwhile you will watch my back. That BLU Scout is gettin' me every time! So! What do you say?"

"I say, let's do this!"

You and Demo smiled together, waiting for the signal. It almost felt like an eternity, when finally both of you heard a loud scream coming from BLU Sniper's throat. Ready, both of you run straight to the control point. Demo shots his three grenades successfully, taking down sentry and BLU Engineer. Both of you started to cap the control point as your team joined you, finally pushing BLU back. The last control point was yours.

"Mission ends in 10 seconds"

The administrator shouted. This is when you noticed BLU Scout rushing at Demo. You took out your weapons and attacked him. He shot you in the arm a couple of times, ready to finish you, but this is when he looked down. Right on the floor were 5 stickys. Demo laughed before detonating them and blowing Scout into pieces. You smiled as he helped you stand up.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you Demo!"

He chukled as he was still holding your hand, looking at you. You couldn't help but notice he was starting with a small spark in his eye.

"Demo? You can let go now" you said.

"R-Right! Sorry" he said before letting your hand go and turning his face away, embarrassed.

"...5....4...3...2...1! VICTORY"

Your team laughed and cheered. Demo took out his bottle and took a big sip, and then laughed as he was oblitirating the BLU team's Medic with critical hits. You couldn't help but laugh with him, happy how this match ended.

Back at the base, you all were still celebrating, happily talking about everything. Everyone wanted to tell their part of the story how well they did today. But everyone agreed that you and Demo saved the game.

"You two run there and blow you them like nothing! That was freaking awesome!" Scout shouted.

"Ekhm. I believe I participated in zhis, too." Spy spoke from the corner of the room.

"Yea you did, thank you, Spy," you said. "That Sniper was ready to shoot us down"

Spy fixed his tie at this complement. Meanwhile, Demoman put hand around your shoulders cheering.

"We did fantastic! Their faces were priceless, especially that BLU Scout's face. It felt so good to finally take revenge on him!" He laughed and patted your back. Everyone continued to talk as he was again looking and smiling at you.

They next day after the party, you sighed as you walked into an empty dirty kitchen. Today was your turn to clean up after the party, so you started picking up the bottles. You were picking them all up, but one of them fell out of your hands. You were ready to hear how bottle shatters on the floor, but you noticed that someone caught it.

"I've got you, lad!" It was Demoman.

"Demo? What are you doing here this early?" You asked.

"I just simply woke up pretty early today. I was bored, so I wanted to make breakfast for myself, but from what I see, looks like you need some help" you didn't even answer when suddenly he took all bootle from your hands.

"Where should I put them?"

"Into that box" you said.

While Demo was busy, you started to clean the dishes plate after plate. Soon, he joined you, cleaning them aswell.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Oh I just- I thought you need some help, is all"

You smiled at him. This is when you noticed he was starting at you again.

"You do that again" you smirked.

"I do what?" he asked.

"You're staring. Do I have something on my face?"

"Beside that beautiful smile?" He said before slaping himself in the forehead as he blushed.

"I mean....ya know." Demo continued as he was cleaning another plate. "You just have a nice face, and I think it suits ya"

"Suits me?"

"I mean! Uh. Ya knew what I mean" you started to laugh.

"Oh, come on! It's early in the mornin' don't blame me for sayin' stupid things"

But you continued to laugh, when suddenly he splashed some water at you. You splashed him back, and then both of you stared to splash each other and run around the kitchen, laughing as you both were wet from head to toe. Soon, he splashed some water at your hair.

"Got ya nowww!" As he was celebrating, he triped on the wet floor. You walked up to him quickly.

"Demo?! Are you alright?"

He looked up at you with a wide smile.

"I have never felt better. Especially with you around"

You helped him stand up, you hold his hand close, and so did he. You didn't let go. You two were looking at each other with small spark in your eyes.

"Let me get ya towel. You are more wet than monster from Loch Ness. " he went to the bathroom and soon came back with two towels. Both of you stared to clean when he walked up to you, putting his hand over your cheek.

"Ya know, you aye the most fun and amazing person I know. Besides, Solider, of course" you both chukled as you hold each others hands.

Later, you both finally finished cleaning the kitchen, so you sat down on the couch with Demo next to you. He sighed and warped his arm around you. This is when you put your head over his shoulder, smiling from ear to ear.

"Mind if we stay like this for a while?" he asked.

"Sure. I don't mind at all"

He smiled and lay his head over yours, and as you both cuddle, soon you fall asleep together in a quiet, comforting hug...

[Hope ya enjoyed this! Thank you so much for the support, and I hope you will enjoy my previous stories and ones I have in mind for the future! 💀🌌]

In the crosshairs

For @oblique-lane.

I will never get tired of saying it: 'Anomaly Diversion' is worth reading. And once again, I urge you to read this genius fic.

I'm being held in the basement, help me.

Uh uhhhh well like i said gonna have to go back and take notes, but

1) my, then, sleep deprived brain got blasted with the thought "Demoman and his 3 2 weed smoking girlfriends hippies" ffhgjgjv

2) jokes aside, I'm SUCH a sucker for hare themed characters who try to act like they're a fight predator, and not what they truly are, a flight prey

Scout being jackrabbit coded. Speedy, full of anger, underestimated, has weapons (bat/teeth, gun/claws etc) and isn't afraid to use it. But deep down, being led by fear

The fact that blu is that predator-esque mask dropping, and the crushing realisation of being a prey animal, of being in so much danger everywhere from everything, that he can't trust anyone, of letting the need to run away take over

And the fact that Sniper is often associated with Dingos and Owls, both natural predators to rabbits. Hell, even the fact that he mentioned hunting rabbits a child

And yet, Scout came to him, the rabbit going to the predator. To the opposite side

And the fact that said predator is also dealing with the realisation that, really, he's just a livestock prey too when looking at the bigger picture. And deep down, he's not much braver about it than a rabbit

They're all lambs to the never ending slaughter. Who cares about prey or predator, about jobs and teams, about natural roles, when there's a nature defying society and science controlling everything above it all?

It's all so dehumanising in so many different ways. In the livestock vs butchery, in the wild animals vs human hunters, in the meaning of jobs vs companies and money. In that humans in powers, control and think they own everything, including your own personhood. In the loss of agency, of loosing who you are to a job

But truly, were you ever anyone at all?

If the fighting stopped, what would they do? Deal with the reality that there's nothing left from before ? Have to face the fact they're no one outside of what the admin wants from them? Or run back to the familiar cage they've been in for so long, and know by heart?

What is true freedom?

Are they really ready to have to build that possible new home all by themselves out there ? Including building a new self while accepting parts they hate? Dealing with the fact they're just copies, and some parts of them might thus not be the "true" them? Yet those things still being a part of themselves ? Learning to accept what they see in the mirror?

And if they are, are they ready with the possibility that they might never get the chance to do any of that at all?

MMMMMMKFHDHWBKFKVXJ!!!!!

Shit's fucked

And what is going on in BLU Snipes' mind....he's really an enigma to me

Heh, in a way, he's closer to the "blueprint" Sniper with how closed off he is about how he feels. Just like how RED Scout is closer to the "original"

And yet he still figured it out...like you don't actually need to deviate much from the blueprint to become a "deviant", which is getting me more curious about BLU Soldier too

And how the RED Spy is gonna handle that too...

there was already a significant amount of mutual assistance between the two teams, whether on purpose or not. Like BLU Spy letting RED get away with his fire distraction (though I'm guessing it was more to hide what ye and engie figured out. But i can't help but think that a small part of him still did it for RED, maybe because of the suspicions that truly, both colours aren't necessarily enemies, and they're closer to having a common one)

Same with RED Spy pulling BLU Pyro away from Scout and Snipes because he knew it would put them (and everyone else) in danger if that info got out

And RED Demo trying to mend his relationship with BLU Soldier

The line between enemy and ally is already slightly blurring, which is gonna affect everyone

Progress is being made, yet that progress worsens the risk of everyone getting removed for it. Sisyphus curse

And yet, it's the predator who freezes up in fear like a prey, wanting to curl on himself with his tail between his legs, hide his face under his paws and pretend the chain around his neck isn't here. while the rabbit is angry and wants to take actions, gnawing at the cage and fighting for freedom....

I love you.

Anomaly Diversion (Chapter 4) IS OUT!!!

A town away from the base would have been the perfect place for two mercenaries from opposing teams to meet. Except everything that could go wrong here, did.

A story about a RED and a BLU who has never recognized the faces of their enemies before, but once they did, they secretly bond together to face the questions: How do you deal with knowing that you have a clone?

Who are you in this situation?

Tags: Gen, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Drug abuse; Themes of Dissociation/Derealization, Suicidal themes, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of life, Spotlight for every character.

[ENG] AO3

[RUS] Ficbook

Вy ObliqueLane

I don't have a word to convey the thing I'm feeling towards him. The closest would be an act of international terrorism.

bug when you lift up a rock

References for Anomaly Diversion!!!

Official!! finally!!

I wanted to make their design stand out, so I created them from scratch; they're not loadouts you can find in-game. Plus a little bit of character description because I'm dying to talk about them and their roles in the story (*wearing a shirt that says "please talk to me about my fic"*).

Now I can finally draw them often!!

Somewhat goofy clothing sheets under the cut↓↓↓

I tried to design them the way their silhouettes and colors stay recognisable, as if they were meant to be used in-game later, to not to break the gameplay rules. I also wanted them to look as tf2-like as possible, I studied the hell out of the 3d models and on the last three I guess it started to turn out decent. Drawing Spy is still pain though.

Or maybe it's just that I'm not attracted to the majority of the mercs visually?? That's why they don't look satisfying?? Lmao. Need to adjust them to my tastes later.

I'm not sure I can exactly explain my design choices with these... How exactly they correlate to their characters. There is something, but I went for it fully intuitively.

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For BLU scout I went for the softer, rounder oversized clothing to accent his insecurity and the need to shield himself for comfort. It still needed to shape his torso (game rules) but his hood and sleeves do the deed. There is also a strict rule in how to draw his freckles: they look more like moles and there's 7 or 8 of them. You won't believe me if I say this is lore relevant.

For RED Scout, I went with the more aggressive military style. I think I literally took this jacket design from a real military one. There should be an accent on his heavy relations with the army. His clothes are tight because he still likes himself.

RED Sniper is giving hunter vibes, forest type. BLU Sniper looks more like a fisher or a winter hunter. Not sure what deeper meaning I could assign to this except that BLU Sniper was heavily referenced on Ogata Hyakunosuke.

BLU Spy should radiate tiredness. His look is quite unkept for his standards but at this point it doesn't matter anymore. The turtleneck and the boots are special requests from @/gentlesurgeryenjoyer (xoxo)

BLU Medic just looks so freaking cool in a black shirt. It was a vision. I'm not sure if black and white accents mean anything in terms of which side those characters are on. I also wanted to separate him from another famous horror witnessing Medic.

And Miss Pauling was the most satisfying to draw, it was a gift to draw her last... I gave her pants because it's getting cold outside at the time when the story takes place. I also find it very impractical to go killing job in a pencil skirt, I'm sorry. She probably also wears snickers underneath.

And also thanks to @nightly-headache for helping out and assistance!

Anomaly Diversion (Chapter 3) IS OUT!

The day RED Sniper spared an injured BLU Scout, he noticed that something about this guy was suspiciously off. In fact, he had long ago begun to notice: there was *something* off about everything around here. Or in other words, how does it feel to find out that all this time the people you and your friends fought... Were your clones? Who the REDs and the BLUs actually were? What other horrors were hidden from mere mercenaries? And what was wrong with the 'faces'? Scout and Sniper from the opposing teams secretly bond together to find this out. Welcome to a story of forbidden friendship, conspiracy, and existential dread!

Tags: Gen, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death; Themes of Dissociation/Derealization, Suicidal themes, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of life, Spotlight for every character.

[ENG] AO3

[RUS] Ficbook

Вy ObliqueLane

THEY CAN'T SEE THEIR FACES™💥💥💥💥

Read the AMAZING Anomaly Diversion by @oblique-lane

SUCH a good read you guys NEED to check it out

Their visuals, descriptions, and vocabulary are top notch. Nearly poetic. Can’t wait for more!! <3

IS FOR MEEEE??? 🥹🥹🥹

«Anomaly Diversion»

I encourage you to study the lore by reading THIS GENIUS FIC. I'm serious guys... RESPAWN HORROR FANS HEAR ME OUT!! IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN WHAT'S HAPPENING IN TF2 - READ. NOW.

FANART FOR @oblique-lane YOU'RE GENIUS REMEMBER THAT

Holy shit i finished reading your tf2 fic yesterday and im so invested its literally all i can think about. your writing is AMAZING and so inspirational, and really thank you for diving into the horror of tf2 clone concept. ive always loved that concept, and thought it was such an underutilized idea. i mean, can you imagine how terrifying it is discovering you have a clone of yourself, without your knowledge?? or how even worse it is for the clone themself? its just so AAGGH its hard to describe in words,, but you did it perfectly

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