You know what, fuck it, TC2 headcanons-Offense
Note: these headcanons will try and organize to each class, then misc for all 3.
Flanker
Around 18 ish
Probably named Apollo or Jackson
Very much a Gen Z kiddo
Shares stupid memes to his co-workers all the time.
He not very socially aware of others and likes to be in the center of the world
He's not really great at recognizing others' emotions.
Flanker is still in high school
Yes, he does sleep with 4 plushies on his bed
Yes, he does watch Mr. Beast
You can not understand his messages on discord.
He uses words shorthands like 4ever and text lingo.
He has a sonic oc
His name is Theroux the Hedgehog
Has a very bad relationship with his mother so he lives with his dad.
His dad thinks his mercenary job is a fast food job
I feel he definitely needs some life lessons, but due to his dad being protective of him, which pushed him to go to his mercenary job. He just wanted freedom in his own life.
He's kinda worried about life later one due to failing in school and worrying to help his dad.
Trooper
In his late 60s and early 70s
Jackie is his nickname, but Jackson Smith is his full name.
Hes very grumpy, all the time he has a resting bitch face.
Hes also autistic but never got diagnosed so he just like "I'm the most normal person here"
He has grandkids but they never come and see him
Lives in a nursing home due to this
Anni was a helper for the home and they became good friends
Anni is kinda a mentor for him
If he and soldier met, they would be father and son
Trooper has a lovely singing voice, just hates singing in front of others
Pro bingo player and has won 5 weeks in a row once
Loves dogs expically Hounds
Sees the tc2 mercs as "troublesome kids"
He has a lot of toxic masculinity and perfectionism. He needs others to fully follow his commands and has trouble working with others even though he was in war.
Though he's a very good ally to his friends/team, thinks of them as a second family
Very close to Annihilator, always by his side
Arsonist
Not autistic- because robot
Was originally a fire fighting bot that was decommissioned for causing more fires than stopping them
Mechanic bought them for like a cent as scarp but learned they were alive
Lives in the base with Mechanic who lives in a cleaning closet
They have a database on their teammates with heath and personal data mainly being saved
Basically knows everyone secrets because everyone thinks they don't save memories like those
Also the main person who gets vented too
Even tho they don't understand, they try to help get the tc2 mercs through anything they need
This includes autistic help with over simulation.
Can warm up body to create a small heated blanket affect
Their also a divorce lawyer on the side and helped Doc and Brute get a divorce
They don't have alot of goals programed into them but they do have one
"Protect the Mercs at any cost"
They seem to consider them their family
Tho seemed the the persumed idea because they don't make it clear
Their we go! Idk when im gonna be able to do defense or support but i hand!
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Random story time
I was 17, the year was 2013. I had just gotten a new t-shirt that I really liked, which was a big deal because I very rarely buy new clothes, let alone something I like. It was a white shirt with a large black cross on the front. This kind of style was popular at the time. Looked like this:
I quickly came to realize that the shirt was cursed. It was a magnet for creeps. Every time I wore it, I got harassed on the streets. Every trip to my uni and back in this shirt felt like a dangerous journey. Some random, sometimes drunk, men would point their hands and scream at me across the street because I somehow offended god. Of course they didn't care about god and I was just an easy victim for bullying. And why is it that you can wear jewelry with crosses, but you can't have two black lines crossed on your t-shirt? Where do we draw the line?
Anyway, I would usually try to ignore them or say something like "fuck off" if they couldn't be ignored. It was scary, but I didn't want to give up and simply not wear it anymore because of some crazy people.
One evening, I was walking my dog. It was an empty alley, surrounded by trees, with no one else except me, my dog, and an elderly man approaching us. As he walked closer, he started pointing his cane at me and opened his mouth to try to say something. I realized that he was probably offended by my shirt. So I tried to explain myself, because I didn't want to upset an older gentleman, but I also didn't want to be lectured.
"I know what you're thinking," I said, "it's not a religious symbol, it's not even an orthodox cross, it's just two lines, it doesn't mean anything. I don't try to disrespect any religion." As I quickly babbled all of that, he smiled pensively, nodded, and listened to me. When I stopped, he said, "Yes, yes... now better take off this shirt and show me your boobs."
I felt like such a fool.
I never wore that t-shirt again.
The end of a random story.
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my favorite flavor of codependency in ships is probably "puppeteer/marionette". the marionette might not like being at the mercy of their puppeteer, but they'd be paralyzed on their own, so they have to stay, no matter how bad it gets. similarly, the puppeteer is nothing without their marionette, so they have to keep pulling the strings-- and while they do enjoy their position, the knowledge that they can't stop (even if it starts to hurt) without losing who they are still looms threateningly over their head. the two of them are wholly and inextricably linked, yet they keep an arm's length between each other, the nature of puppetry rendering them unable to grow closer or drift apart.
the way it blurs the line of who- if either of them- truly holds the power here... the way they continue to hollow themselves and each other out until it's difficult to discern where one ends and the other begins... 10/10 i love it when characters are extremely bad for each other but also all they know
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