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artwins · 8 months
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oh, btw, we are huge tf2 fans
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theworkshopmann · 6 months
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Kookabuddy
This Aussie native is a top notch companion for anyone out in the bush. His beady little eyes are great for spotting danger and he laughs at all your jokes.
Type: Cosmetic/Misc
Class: Sniper
Paintable: No
Accepted in game: No
This cosmetic was made by Steam users Big Bob and Square. Posted on November 11th 2020, you can vote for this here!
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collineato · 9 months
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karaoke night so fun awesome until you are sniper from tf2
and other assorted sillyguys
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I HATE HIM
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2-dsimp · 8 days
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Unfortunately, poly between these three hitman are near impossible (^◇^;)』
『As I’ve stated once before Ossian the sniper is the most possessive man out of the group and would rather commit first degree murder to ensure that you would be his and his alone. He doesn’t care who he has to go through, even if it’s his Boss and especially the cheeky Hacker who he hates with all his guts.』
『Danny the boss is the utmost obsessive out of the hitman squad. And makes it well known by practically having you as his sole motivation. To even get off of his lazy ass and do something productive like being said Boss for his members. And the fact that he has to share the light of his light is an immediate turn off. He’d rather have them all to himself and obsess over them comfortably without any competition.
。Bonus: Danny got his darlings photos in his wallet, has them as his phone screensaver, and wears any gift they may have bought him. Also any mention of him taking it off for something would result in him throwing a huge fit as he’d practically sprawl on the floor and play dead as he’d rather die than to take it off. 』
『Yujin the hacker is the only one out of the trio that would be okay with being in an poly relationship if you make sure to give him his daily does of attention and affection since he’s generally clingy in his own right. But for the most part his job requires him to be at the ready so he’ll spend his time slaving away from within the confines of his bat cave.』
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blazepandaartz · 2 months
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Uhhhh, TF2 Sniper as a Ruru/Morepork owl.
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inbarfink · 1 year
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hembob · 2 years
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3-dsimp · 9 months
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Oho after that post im curious...
How would be a poly yan! with the hacker and the sniper (if Its even possible to get this two get along xdd)
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Yandere hitman squad
Poly? Sniper & Hacker
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Cw: 🔞 Suggestive 🔞
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The Sniper is known to become aggressive especially when it concerns his darling.
In fact he’s one of the most possessive members of the hitman squad if not within the top 3. Even though he’s reserved and has trouble expressing himself outwardly he won’t hesitate to cut a bitch for his love. Not to mention that just the thought of having his darling be with someone other than himself. Physically pains him to the point he’s dramatically crying fat tears of anguish, while laying sick in bed being all depressed. Whining at you pathetically, asking you over and over if having him alone really wasn’t enough for you. So the probability of him being poly with any other of the members would be close to zero.
Now the Hacker on the other hand is one of the chill ones in the squad where he wouldn’t have minded sharing you if only he could have the most time with you since he’s borderline obsessive and in constant need of love and affection. Basically consider him as a high maintenance cat who’d always paw at you to make sure you’re paying attention to him.
Now if there ever was a certain slim chance where they find themselves in a poly relationship together. All hell would break loose, because whenever the Sniper is paired with the Hacker his personality does a complete 180. His timid personality turns bold as his newfound competitive dominant personality shines through.
Generally speaking the Hacker always gets on his nerves since he’d be the one instigating stuff trying to get a rise out of him like the cheeky piece of shit he is. And since the Hacker apparently finds the Sniper’s reactions to be so amusing, he always makes sure to stress him out to the point where the Sniper is growling profanities at him aiming his sniper rifle to shoot him dead in the head as he’s being held back by the confused Strategist who came out to complain what the ruckus was all about.
They’d be just like cats and dogs always trying to get the one up on each other when it comes to you.
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“Fuck off you little shit they’re mine!”
-Sniper
“Lol cmon dude show some restraint. You’ve already been at it for so long that they’re already tired of your boring dick so move over and let me give ‘em something much more refreshing~”
-Hacker
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avvail-whumps · 5 months
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the sniper being a psychopathic (hot) masked man has me in a chokehold can we please see more of him? pretty please
Your hands shake as you try to reload the unfamiliar contraption, the metal of the gun biting into your skin. You didn’t know how you’d managed to slip away from your captors, but you’re somewhat pleased you did. 
Because there are other people here - other people slaughtering the men that took you, storming the building with ease and precision. You know it’s not the cops, and you know that they’re killing the civilians, too. Even with the gun in your hand, you know the only chance at escape is to slip away, undetected. 
Your breath hitches at another gunshot, almost dropping the magazine you had somehow managed to pry out of the pistol. You’re trying to replace it with another, just so you have the safety of a loaded gun in your hand, but you’ve never done this before. Your trembling hands make it hard to keep anything steady. 
A single tear slides down your cheek, paranoid eyes lifting up to peer around the room. You’re sandwiched between the wall and a few tall boxes, strapped down to the ground, keeping you concealed enough for now. It’s dark, almost pitch black, so you’re unable to tell if there’s someone else up there, stalking the catwalks or vigilantly searching the room. 
You feel your hairs prick on edge, holding your breath. 
It feels like there’s someone out there, but it’s so quiet, so still, that you’re not sure if you’re being paranoid. 
You slide the mag into the pistol, keeping your finger away from the trigger. You’re not sure how to tell if it’s on, but the moment your attention wavers, a bullet slams into the wall next to you. 
You can’t suppress the terrified scream, hands flying up to your ears to cover them, cowering away from the ear piercing noise. Your head whips around to eye the hole in the wall, a small flicker of blood speckled on the concrete. You lower your hand to see that it had grazed your ear, a small amount of blood on your palm. 
Your heart pounds in your ribcage as you stare into the darkness, your panicked eyes searching for the person who had shot at you. You scramble to grab the gun, holding it tight within your grasp, and as your eyes flicker up to the catwalks, you feel your muscles seize. 
All you can see are two neon green dots, like eyes, staring directly at you, and the glint of something. Maybe something like a rifle, and suddenly, the gunshot’s close graze made so much more sense. 
The eyes move, and you watch in horror as a hulking figure drops down from the catwalks, landing ontop of one of the boxes with a thud. You can see him now, just barely, armed to the teeth with weapons and a sniper rifle in his hands. The mask covering his face conceals all of his features, the glowing green goggles on his head staring straight at you. 
When he pries the goggles up, you desperately scramble to your feet.
You stagger away from your hiding place, gasping when he drops down effortlesly to the floor, advancing on you. Abysmal fear grips you as you desperately fire a round at him, the recoil jarring you. His shoulder jerks back from the impact, but his measured pace doesn’t falter for even a second. 
When you try to make a run for it, you feel fingers wind through your hair, jerking you back. A horrified sob tears from your throat, feeling the man pull you back towards him, the stinging pain tugging at your scalp. 
“No!” You plead, trying to untwist your tongue. “No, please. I’m not one of them! I’m just a civilian, please…” 
The words die on your tongue like a crippled flame, suppressing the pained gasp when he jerks your head back, forcing you to look at him. He’s so imposing, so much bigger than you, padded with dark gear and armed with weapons he probably knows how to kill you with three times over with. 
With the goggles up, you can just see his eyes in the slits of the mask, dark and hooded and staring at you coldly. You flinch when he slings the rifle across his shoulder by the strap, a gloved hand brushing against the blood dribbling down the shell of your ear. 
You supress the gasp, heart pounding in your chest, those eyes making you simply shudder. 
The sniper suddenly tugs you around, abruplty bending you over one of the boxes. His hand engulfs the back of your neck, keeping you firmly pinned there as your hands scramble for some sort of stability, your cheek numb from the impact.
“Please don’t kill me,” you beg shakily, the edge of the box digging uncomfortably into your stomach. He wrenches your arms behind your back, and you feel him securing your wrists together. “Please, please…” 
Your words fall on deaf ears, apparently. You wince when the restraints are pulled tight, tight enough to cut off your circulation, and he hurls you up by the shoulders. You’re dizzy from being shoved around everywhere, biting back the urge to thrash when he spins you around, this time shifting you up onto the box so you’re sat on it. He gives your face a brief wipe with a cloth, before he uses it to tie around your mouth, silencing your whispering pleas. 
You can taste the salt of your own tears on your tongue. 
When he’s done, those pointed eyes meet your own, and he lifts his hands, making short gestures. 
“Be obedient,” the sniper signs slowly, just to make sure you can process it. You whimper against the gag. “Don’t squirm.” 
You feel him effortlessly lift you off the box, as if you weigh nothing, slinging you over his shoulder. A part of you considers thrashing, wanting to kick and scream through the gag, but his tight grip around your waist makes you think differently. He nudges his goggles back down, and you can only do exactly as he says as he carries you through the complex.
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theworkshopmann · 9 months
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The Camper's Kiwi
Friend deployed, everyone gather here!
Type: Cosmetic/misc
Class: Sniper
Paintable: Yes
Accepted in game: No
This cosmetic was made by Steam users Vap and Hotrod McCoolgal. Posted on April 3rd 2018, you can vote for this right here!
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alloaroswagtournament · 3 months
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Bracket 1 Round 1
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Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs. The Sniper (Team Fortress 2)
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sniper but hes a slasher from a 2000s horror film. Like he would be a mix of mick taylor from wolf creek and the inbred cannibals from wrong turn. DO YOU SEE…..
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2-dsimp · 8 days
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How the hitman react when you throw it back
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The Sniper:
Ossian damn near almost died from the excessive amount of nosebleeds and was overflowing with joy pouring from every office of his body. When he had his beautiful crush throwing it back on him of all people. He didn’t know wether to frame the pants you grinded back on in his cherished trophy shrine of you. Or to just keep wearing the same jeans every single day for the rest of his life without washing it so he could still smell your scent.
The Medic:
Koji could only purr the most filthiest things into your ear taking the utmost pleasure into making you into flustered hot mess. As he confidently took the lead dancing the tango with you never failing to make you swoon with his sadistic charm. That quickly escalated to the both of you getting hot and bothered.
The Strategist:
Bjorn was gonna be fine! He calculated this it was going exactly according to plan. Well everything except the prominent boner he had from you merely brushing up against his crotch. Nevertheless he maintained his composure despite his cheeks burning with a fervent blush and made sure that you had the best night of your life with him by your side.
The Hacker:
Devious was Yujin’s middle name and since you decided to throw it back. He decided that he would return the favor since two can play at that game. He even hijacked the DJs booth to play the songs that would give him the upper hand against your skill. Although it was evident he lost the fight clearly he won the war. Since his antics made you compelled to dominate him with your irresistible ass throwing it back even more violently which only made him lean back enjoying the ride while he bared a cattish grin of pure satisfaction.
The Torturer:
Lord have mercy on this soft giants soul. Moros malfunctioned at the mere faintest touch from you and automatically covered his face like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Just having no choice but to let you do as you pleased as he was frozen stiff to the the spot. He couldn’t even move if he wanted too because he couldn’t bear to tear himself away from you to begin with. Especially after he peeked through his scared fingers and saw how much fun you were having at his expense. He’d gladly sacrifice his dignity in order to see his sunshine smile.
The Enforcer:
He beat you to it first he would never pass up the chance to make you laugh from how he threw it back on you with such finesse and sass. All in all he wanted the both of y’all to have a night full of fun and laughter. He was just happy to be there with you although he wouldn’t lie and say that his little friend also was happy with the way you reciprocated his gestures.
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blazepandaartz · 1 year
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My favourite Kiwi
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as8bakwthesage · 1 month
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My TF2 Sexualities/Genders Headcanons
Scout - closeted bisexual and biromantic (prefers women and femme presenting folks) / cisgender (he/him) and doesn't understand gender stuff too much Soldier - heteroromantic and heterosexual / cisgender (he/him) also doesn't understand gender stuff Pyro - aromantic and asexual (very much sex repulsed) / unknown but probably masc presenting (any/all) Heavy - homoromantic and demisexual (doesn't tend to date often, he prefers friends) / cisgender (he/him) and is very well read on trans stuff Demo - biromantic and bisexual (very open about this, will flirt, preference for men) / transgender (he/him) and is very stealth. His relationship with gender is funky. /pos Sniper - biromantic and asexual (sex favourable/positive with a romantic preference for androgynous folks) / demi-man (he/they) (he blames Hacker for converting him to the enbie side) Medic - biromantic and aceflux (sometimes he's favourable, sometimes he's neutral, with a preference for anybody. He used to think he was gay for the longest time.) / cisgender (he/they) but is very comfortable in dressing however he damn-well pleases Spy - heteroromantic and heterosexual (he likes the ladies and thinks sleeping with men is gross <-- personal preference, absolutely supports the gays) / cisgender (he/him) and doesn't like dressing non-masculine (he has an unhealthy relationship with feminity at times unfortunately. He's working through it.) Engie - homosexual and homoromantic (this man is so fucking gay like wtf--) / cisgender (he/him) and is masculine but has a healthy relationship with feminity Hacker - biromantic and asexual (sex favourable, but a preference for men) / non-binary/transgender (they/them, and sometimes they/him) but presents very andro most of the time, sometimes presents as masc, but almost never as femme
Miss Pauling - homosexual/lesbian and demisexual (she's big gay but not very open about it, also never has the time to date people) / transgender (she/her) she's been on HRT since she was 11.
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