Tumgik
#tf2 oc propaganda
ozzyeelz · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
a RED and BLU Shifter ref sheet!!
I like the idea that BLU and RED are fundamentally different, and I love being able to design different versions of the mercs hehe :3
Edit: hair texture, because I didn’t like sleep-deprived me’s attempt at portraying their hair type
254 notes · View notes
martyrtheory · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
medic oc 👍
transcript below
August Stoschek‬
‪BLU Medic OC‬
Still has Med. license
Stationed at Coldfront
Tends to avoid the [2 lines of redacted text]
[Redacted text]
Sticks with Demo + Pyro in battles
Needs glasses after incident [Redacted text]
Doesn’t handle cold climate well (heals his own frostbite often)
27 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
I was thinking about Tf2 ladies and had this idea that I don’t THINK anyone has done yet. It’s rough but you get the concept. Went for a Fisher-woman theme:)
Artists! I would love to see your interpretations of this concept!
Feel free to @ me (or #meet the myth) so I can find your versions:)
23 notes · View notes
arts-of-gjb · 9 months
Text
Tf2 propaganda interaction:
Tumblr media
The 2fort infirmary is open! Ágatha will be really glad to atend those who need medical assistence of any kind, just tell her your problem on my asks and she will readily give you a diagnosis - don't worry, her uncle taught her a lot of stuff 😁
(You can also just ask anything to her if you want to)
(Some responses might incude drawings too, somes dont, it will only depend of my free time disponible so pls dont be sad if your answer dont have any 🥲)
19 notes · View notes
puntastic-artist · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hi I'd just like to give you all Robin stuff k thanks
13 notes · View notes
rottingcompost · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
i am once again posting Uwe propaganda for @tf2shipswag's oc tournament.
Vote for Uwe for:
-Frogs!
-An intact ribcage
-Slut rights (hes the slut. he needs rights)
-He will be very sad if you don't
-Look at the shirt cut meme. You want it.
-he's a medic oc
-You'll get more dumbass doodles of him if you do <3
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Uwe CAN be a whore and he WILL kiss you on the mouth (with tongue) if you vote for him, only if you want him to tho.
please vote for him?????
12 notes · View notes
cinnamon-bunni · 9 months
Text
me? posting something for once of my oc?? impossible, i know. but since i submitted my boy to the tf2octournament hosted by @tf2shipswag, I figured it be best to actually have something for him out there. So! here's just a little ficlet to introduce The Reaper :) will i write more propaganda for him? maybe!! i really like writing him so maybe depending how far he gets in the rounds i'll write more about him <33 word count: 1358 (thanks in advanced for reading and i hope you enjoy it! <3)
The plane he had boarded was set to leave in just a few minutes. As he let himself get comfortable in his seat, he scanned the cabin; an elderly couple boarded, dressed in their Sunday best, polite smiles on their faces with the lady's hand resting on her husband's as they walk to their seats; a young man who entered in a rush, flashing a smile to the stewardess who greeting him with a good morning. Based on the man's eyes that were filled with misery and his crumpled and ugly suit that was fit for a wedding, he would guess that he had been stood up and was heading home; a young stewardess at the entrance gave her best greetings to the passengers despite her shaky voice, with her back arched and shoulders stiff with tension—very obviously a new hire, one who was poor at her job of keeping up the air of hospitality; an older stewardess next the the younger, eyes sharp as she watched the newcomer, judging her every move.
The older employee darted her eyes over to him, and immediately straightened her impossibly straight back when she met his gaze. A smile graced her face as she nodded her head in acknowledgement.
He ought to smile. Most people would smile back in situations like that. So, he did—he gave his best "polite towards strangers" smile and raised his hand up for a short and brief wave. He practiced that one often. He was proud of that smile.
She moved her attention back to her coworker, cupping her hand and whispering in her ear once everyone had boarded, giving him the cue to move on. She didn't even appreciate his smile, though it did play in his favor, leaving him to be seen as just another traveler. It was better that way.
The pilot entered the cabin to introduce himself and talk about the flight. A charming silver fox who happily explained the planned trip ahead of them, the duration, and how he hoped they all enjoyed themselves.
He inwardly scoffed at the idea of a seventeen-hour trip. He figured it'd be an eighteen, perhaps even nineteen-hour flight, depending on how poor the weather was over the Atlantic. Either way, it left him with plenty of time on his hands.
Next to his seat was a briefcase that he had brought on with him. The plane started to shake as it took off, but he paid no mind to it—unlike the passengers around him, all murmuring to themselves in hushed and distressed voices—as he brought it into his lap and popped it open.
The main item of importance, in his opinion, was the map that could be found inside. The second item of importance was the vile of poison that could be found in a secret compartment of the briefcase, tucked away right next to a small set of knives, but considering how he was in a public space with law-abiding citizens, he decided that the map would be the thing he would bring out. He unfolded it, mouth twitching in irritation of the loud crackling and the sheer size of the old map of New York City.
He already studied the map hours prior before he boarded. He studied the second he had received his next mission. But looking over his plan thrice never hurt anyone. Except for the person he was meant to kill, perhaps.
He fished out a marker from the briefcase, then dropped it back near his feet. He read and reread street names, restaurants, hotels, anything and everything that he would need. The mayor of the city, he recalled, enjoyed Italian food. He already knew the politician's favorite places like the back of his hand. He found the names and circled them.
Food would be the easiest to kill the man, despite it not being his favorite way to kill a man. But the poison that was supplied would work well with the food. The mayor was far from being the definition from being healthy, and with the stresses of running a city, along with reelection coming up? Why, no one would bat an eye if he had a heart attack, would they? Even if officials suspected foul play, he would be back on a plane to England before they could even pinpoint a lead suspect.
The mayor was a good man, at least from what he could tell. Opinions were rarely formed on the job, as it was never his business who his next hit was. It never mattered in his eyes. But as a politician, he was sure the mayor had to be guilty of something, and that was enough to calm the tiniest part in his brain that still had the title of his conscience.
He laughed aloud to himself. The idea of him still having a conscience amused him. He kept his head down and continued his work. Albeit boring, having to memorize every inch of the map, going over his plan again and again and again until it was burned into his brain, he knew it was necessary. But oh, how did he hate monotonous work.
"First time going to New York?" A different stewardess stood in the aisle, a cart covered in a nice tablecloth in front of her. On the cart were an array of drinks, different fancy bottles for each fancy drink.
He smiled up at her as he answered, "first time traveling to America, actually." It was true, actually—the rare truth he found himself admitting to another person. He never left Europe before.
She nodded. "I've been there a few times for vacation, it's quite nice there. Especially New York." She then gestures to her cart, asking in a peppy tone, "refreshments?" ultimately ended their conversation.
He took a water and went right back to work. He spent a good portion of the flight hunched over his map, and an even bigger part staring at nothing. Planning on a map could only take up so much time, and he didn't have any hobbies; he didn't even really bring anything to entertain himself.
He reminded himself that that didn't matter. He was a man on a mission, a hunt. Entertainment didn't matter.
Besides, between his mind, the map, and the conversationalists on the plane, he was able to keep busy. The stewardesses aboard all met him with kindness that was required of them, and he returned with the same. The other passengers made small talk, asking about his reason for traveling, the type of work he does. He forced a smile on his face as lies slipped out of his mouth with ease. He forced a laugh at the dull jokes, a quip of his own to appear friendly, and small hums and noises when he couldn't think of anything quick enough to respond with.
Honestly, dealing with people was more exhausting than anything in his line of work. Smiling, while hard to get down, made things better, he found. It was quite easy to lose as well, he knew that well enough, but thankfully he was able to keep that smile until the chattering numskulls moved on. Now, if they just kept him out of everything else, he would be grateful.
Fortunately, the last few hours of the trip went just like that. He was in his alone and quiet area, thinking about New York. He wouldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't excited. Although there for a job, the idea of being somewhere new was exhilarating for him. So many new sights, new people, new sensations and wonders and emotions...
But maybe he could enjoy that afterward. He was The Reaper afterall, and he'd be damned if he didn't finish the job. Maybe he could celebrate after he finished with everything. A single glass of champagne by himself in his hotel room after a good day of assassinating the mayor sounded like a great plan to him.
Reaper grinned to himself, letting himself revel in the rare feeling of joy that he felt before the plane landed. How titillating the experience would be. He couldn't wait.
10 notes · View notes
personified-insanity · 8 months
Text
TF2 BRAINROT PLEASE (ME) HELP ME.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
v1rtualtrash · 9 months
Text
Some propaganda for my oc in @tf2shipswag 's oc tourney!
Tumblr media
He is very much a nerd (o´▽`o)
---
I wanted to use a typewriter font for the text but they all looked bad with borders
(。╯︵╰。)
7 notes · View notes
midori-berry · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
Finally finished this up for Dee, since he's also going to be in the TF2 oc tourney, ran by @tf2shipswag
Why should you vote for this pretty sniper? Check out his info page here: https://www.tumblr.com/midori-berry/723579208431009792/so-ive-gone-ahead-and-put-dee-into-the-oc?source=share
3 notes · View notes
Text
I keep seeing people do this for their ocs for the tournament and I figured maybe yall would like to ask Ben some questions.
Anything you're curious on about him, please don't be afraid to ask! And please support all the amazing artists/creators running in this and the creator of the poll!
0 notes
ozzyeelz · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
Here it is!!! The poster of my special little boy!! Look at him go!!
Guh this took way too long to finish, but it’s worth it to spread my silly propaganda >:3
327 notes · View notes
sicc-nasti · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Do you like receiving your mail unopened and your packages in pristine condition - untouched by curious hands and peeping eyes? Do you love when your woefully embarrassing love letters filled with terribly written poetry to ur crush is delivered without an audience to read it?
If you said yes to any of these questions then WOW do I NOT have the guy for you!!!!
Instead-
Meet your new favorite tenth class merc and failgirl mailman
The Courier! (Click for more of his story!)
An ex-con hailing from New York with a insatiable appetite for fraud, deli meats and violence - Courier deserves your vote!
Sure he’ll read your letters, snack on your treats you ordered from overseas and sign you up for a credit card without your knowledge but listen! He does it with the best intentions in his heart 💖. Courier loves you AND your extremely expensive imported German chocolate sent from your great great grandma !
Not enough for a vote?
Well, listen, im not above bribery. If you vote for him he promises to not read ur mail for like a week and INSTEAD write you up a totally not fraudulent marriage license to any merc you want!! How’s that sound for incentive, boss?
THROUGH RAIN, SHINE, BULLET HAIL OR SNOW, HE’S YOUR COURIER.
VOTE FOR COURIER IN THIS UPCOMING TF2 OC TOURNEY
Keep your eyes peeped for more propaganda! He’s the one delivering the fliers, anyways.
Feel free to send asks!
Credits under cut
Tourney - @tf2shipswag
First two and last two pieces by me
Rest are in order of appearance
@/friendlyengie @/gearbroth _nanizzz_ @/scrapnick @/vacueye @/1-800-deactivatednearu
Thank you all so much for the art💖
272 notes · View notes
inputs-chaos · 8 months
Text
Throne of the gods.
Tumblr media
...it's hard to tell whether he's asleep or just sitting very still.
(click for higher quality! I spent a long time on this one)
127 notes · View notes
arts-of-gjb · 3 months
Note
What is Ágathas favorite medical instrument? Does she name them like someone might name their toys?
(First of all anon i want to say that i really loved this, i have never trought abt this idea manny kisses to u :3)
She likes playing with her stethodcope to treat her pacients and her scapel do deal with the pesky blu guys, and she does name them as well. But any other medical equipament will let her very happy
Tumblr media Tumblr media
in a aditional note, Ágatha's favorite medic weapon is the ubersaw. It has her favorite color, red! It was just made for her! She loves seeing Medic using it on the battlefield
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The problem is that the saw is to heavy to her to hold yet 😭. Medic is still training her, she will be able to hold it on the battlefield when she gets older. For now, she loves to use her needles against the blu team
Tumblr media
13 notes · View notes
puntastic-artist · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
Got a propaganda piece done for Robin!!!
He's a funny octopus man I think you should vote for them because they're a silly guy
14 notes · View notes