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| 2 | Adult Request Thread Pre-emptive Strike | 428 | 22 November 2011 22:52 |
| 3 | Atramentumpen | 9 | 18 May 2012 11:11 |
| 4 | Discovery (Going to Hell with Pyro) | 143 | 18 May 2012 05:22 |
| 5 | scout sniper | 9 | 17 May 2012 21:17 |
| 6 | It's SPYRO TIME! | 18 | 17 May 2012 02:39 |
| 7 | our lost kingdoms | 141 | 15 May 2012 13:17 |
| 8 | I will get you (Medic/Scout) | 19 | 13 May 2012 23:44 |
| 9 | Knights Writes | 24 | 13 May 2012 22:50 |
| 10 | The Use of Communications Technology for Self-Gratification | 19 | 11 May 2012 00:19 |
| 11 | Case Studies in Melancholy | 39 | 8 May 2012 12:20 |
| 12 | Ze Human Centipede | 96 | 7 May 2012 19:30 |
| 13 | Colgate's Minty Fresh Request Thread! | 43 | 7 May 2012 12:43 |
| 14 | class and you | 130 | 7 May 2012 01:57 |
| 15 | Bloodbabe's Thread: Defect | 37 | 4 May 2012 15:11 |
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Resident Kilo Modster here to issue a statement on the particular issue with people necrobumping threads on the textboards.
Some folk are doing so on accident, just simply by forgetting to put the word "sage" in the e-mail field of their comment. This is a forgivable offense as they may not know all the board functions. Viewers may demonstrate this function to folks, but any one who only comments to reprimand someone for not saging will be banned from the text boards for a short period of time on the grounds of inciting unnecessary drama. If someone bumps a thread and it bothers you, please make use of the report function in the comment box so the mod's can deal with it.
There are also those that are deliberately posting "bump" or "moar" in an attempt to revive threads that have been long dead (in internet time). This is a inconvenience to both viewers and active authors, not to mention annoying and unproductive. These folk will be banned from the text boards without warning. It's not a permaban (unless you use underage-isms), but it will be of significant length.
If you need me to clarify anything or have any concerns, you are welcome to ask me here. Thanks for reading and DISMISSED, MAGGOTS!
Okay, the newer one has already started to auto-sage. It's currently still on the front page but it has fallen past the line where we'll have to start clicking All Threads in order to see it.
Here is the link to it and the ones before it. Lots of great requests still in these!
http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/6451.html
http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/4738.html
http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/32.html
http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/483.html
I'm going to repost the two most recent ones from the most recent thread.
Anon
I know this is mostly requests for new stuff, but I haven't been here in a while and I'm having trouble finding an old fanfic. It was Engie x You, started with ambiguous-gender-ness and then had two endings, one for M and one for F.
Anon
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Damn it that linking didn't go too well. I meant to link to Cas's sniper/soldier request!
Cathy title, ey? Ey? Atramentum is supposedly to mean Ink. But I don't speak Latin so it could mean donkey butt for all I know. There will be weird stories in here, all different. I will also try to fill requests.
English is not my native language, I'm actually Swedish so there might be some weird sentences and wording. You are more than welcome to correct any mistakes just remember I am very slow. Very, very slow! So I might do the same mistakes a hundred times before it sinks in.
I am glad you liked it and no worries Cas, I'll try to update as fast as I go. I need to practice writing faster (as this took me three hours)I am very glad you like it!
I tried formatting the quotations. I think I did it right, otherwise remind me again. (I am slow, slooow)
Any advice, comments or opinions are always welcome! Thank you for reading!
Thistle Weed (part 2)
You would be surprised by how often it actually rained in the desert and when it rained it rained. The water turned the sand into a mucky mess and the lonesome sniper had to retreat to the base. Everyone seemed to naturally calm down from the bad weather and even if he wouldn’t admit it, it was nice to meet the teammates. Pyro and demoman were preparing dinner and from the looks of it, waffles. The heavy kept insisting on talking to the half-asleep German doctor who was leaning on the team’s scout that didn’t seem to mind. Waving vigorously the scout was busy discussing with the spy that politely listened with a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.
In the soldier’s room, in front of an old dusty mirror with a white sink, almost turned yellow, the soldier stood. Shaving off the morning stubble the soldier seemed pepped for the new day. “Soldier, today is a new day! Today we shall undertake a mission of great importance!” He finished shaving and begun washing up. He dried his face with a rather worn cloth. “DISMISSED!” With a firm hand he put the helmet on his head and saluted Rover the teddy bear.
The dining slash living room smelled like freshly made waffles. The sniper was setting the table while the demoman and pyro still made waffles. After glancing over the sleeping medic leaning on scout, the talking youngest and their spy, the soldier quickly decided to approach the cooking duo.
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Yeah this is still cute.
For the teammates, I personally find the Engineer and Demoman hard to read, perhaps because of the apostrophes?
Hahahaha, oh jeez.
I about facepalmed myself when Soldier decided to do awkward gentle touching in the bathroom while Sniper is taking a shower of all things.
I kind of agree on IBrotato on what he/she said. The accent is there, but ease up on the apostrophes just a little. But overall everything is fantastic!
And no worries about updating, if you're practicing writing faster, have at it!
Finished the third part of this today. I hope someone enjoys this. From a request off of the /y/ board on 4chan. Can only hope that I get the formatting right.
Discovery (aka Going to Hell with Pyro)
Their shift from hell had ended a few hours ago. Every day, from eight in the morning to five o’clock, they fought. Death was nothing in this fantastic, god-forsaken place. A head shot? You would black out from the pain and wake up in a back room of the med bay. They called the technology “respawn”.
Pyro called it a load of bullshit, but no one understood him anyway, so it didn’t matter. Just another day, just like the ones before it. He snuck around corners and waited, patiently, for unsuspecting enemies. Singles or small groups were what he was best at. He’d flame the holy hell out of them and flee. If there was a Heavy involved, he’d rush them, content to die as long as he took at least one with him.
He’d managed twenty-eight kills today, and seventeen deaths. Not bad at all. He’d done worse, and he’d done better.
Idly checking to make sure his door was locked (it always was, but he had to check), the Pyro removed his gas mask and carefully stripped off his fire-retardant suit. He was soaked in sweat, like usual, but he was used to it now. He was used to the suffocating jumpsuit, used to the claustrophobic synthetic fabric wrapped around him for the majority of every day.
He finished stripping and stepped into his private bathroom. Yes, he had a private bathroom. He was also the only team member to have a room in the basement, near the intelligence room. No one else had wanted it despite its privacy; everyone else wanted at least a bullet-proof glass window. Pyro didn’t care about a window. He had better things to do than look at the exterior of their base.
The cool water sluiced over his filthy shoulders, washing soot and fuel and grease from his body. He leaned against the stainless steel walls, glancing at a blacked out mirror to his left, installed in the shower wall. He had done that, he had painted it over. There was no need to see that every day, he figured.
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Error, please stop. You're stirring the pot.
Eggwhites, I'd suggest going to academic sources. Here is the American Psychological Association website.
http://www.apa.org/
If you're going to do away with most of this story, consider redoing this as a hate crime. The ironic and repulsive "corrective rape" scenario. Revamping this as an exploration of what happened and how Pyro would deal with this would be much more realistic and interesting, at least in my opinion. It's versatile and gives you more freedom of where to take the plot.
Okay guys, any further psychological debate on shit should be made into a new thread on /off/ since this is /really/ derailing the thread and the author has replied to shit. Because we can argue all day about diagnoses and shit.
EXPECT A TEMPBAN IF PSYCHOLOGCIAL DISCUSSION, ASIDE FROM WHAT IS DIRECTLY RELATING TO THE FIC, IS CONTINUED.Ie, quit replying to each other's stuff instead of the author's.
Hey, I just wanted to tell you (if you plan on continuing this story) that despite its flaws and dark content I enjoy reading it. I'd like to talk about it with you and maybe collaborate on something sometime. My e-mail's there, if you'd ever want to. I think you're a very creative person and I would love to talk with you about your ideas.
Please finish this story. If it's others that bother you, please post it elsewhere as I would love to continue reading it. Hell, even sending more to me would be okay (I swear I'm not a creepy fetish-ist).
I understand everyone's opinions here but some people genuinely like your writing/ideas. Every time this thread bumps and I don't see another part of your story, just more debate over the content, it makes me a little sad. You have a lot of talent, and I genuinely like where you're going with this, even if it really is more than a little dark. Fiction is fiction, nothing more, regardless of your intentions.
Please update soon, I really want to know what happens next!
Since the reboot, this 'chan is experiencing a distinct lack of Spyro. Being the font of memes that he is, you have to spam Spyro out the ass, til he's not funny any more, then CONTINUE spamming Spyro until he is funny once again, then repeat.
Every repost is a repost repost, so I'm told. This is Owl and Wol's fault.
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"You're doing great, mang. If you ever get in a fight with an entire barn you will so totally kick its ass."
Medgineer looked over at Spyro in annoyance. He was testing out his new needlegun; to be honest, the ballistics dropoff was more than he'd anticipated - the needles were heavier with their full load than he'd accounted for in his math, so his aim on this first run was pretty bad at the moment - but that was no need for the boy to be so damn - himself about it. Might as well test something else out and kill two birds with one stone - he swung his arm out casually to the side and pulled the trigger again.
Spyro flinched as sharp pain pricked at his arm. "Hey! You faggot - you SHOT me!" He looked down at the needle and began to reach his other hand up to yank it out, but
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HERJIN': a Spyro story, by Owl Tiem
"I learned a new word last night!"
"Was it go away I'm busy?"
"That's four words, you fag. That's as many as four ones, and that's terr."
Medgineer ignored him. This was, of course, the Cardinal Sin and he would go to hell and burn forever for it, but he did it all the fucking time anyway and Spyro rarely actually bothered to start the "burning forever" bit because if he did that he would not be getting any from that quarter for at least a week and he wasn't even going near Sniper anymore now that he knew the guy was into fucking pissing on people, goddamn.
"Herjin'," Spyro said proudly.
Medgineer kept ignoring him.
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Have some more Medgineer/Spyro. Wol Thyme, this time.
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"Boy, I do believe I have never heard a worse lie in my LIFE," Medgineer said, not even looking up from his blueprints. He erased something perfunctorily, then scribbled something to replace it, continuing his work as Spyro nonsensed at him.
"I can top it. No, seriously! I'm not actually a Spic, I'm a Native American, and it's my LEGAL RIGHT to have access to hallucinogenics for my spiritual - somethings. Yeah."
Medgineer pushed his glasses up and frowned at Spyro. "Boy, you can't top NOTHIN. And I ain't givin' you nothin, even if you keep on with your crazy mouthin'."
Spyro pushed himself off the desk and lazily sauntered into Riley's space, little predatory smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, I can't, can't I?" he murmured, practically growling it. Medgineer swallowed.
"Face it boy, you just ain't any good at it, not when you ain't in costume."
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I wrote stuff again. While this is technically a continuation from my last long story (put a spell on you), it's not really a sequel; there won't be major plot points that are confusing if you haven't read the last one. It's going to degenerate into smut sooner or later, since I'm an unrepentant fag-hag, but the focus of this story isn't going to be angst/romance. This one's a lot more action oriented. Special thanks to D.F.38 for volunteering to beta this, and to my co-conspirator for moral support.
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Prologue: Death of a demoman
In the hour before dawn, Tavish DeGroot found himself seized by a strange sense of foreboding. His drinking habits had left him no stranger to weird and irrational impulses, but as he stared up from his bed and watched the room become gradually lighter, he felt certain that this had nothing to do with cheap liquor. There was a bottle on the nightstand which seemed to beckon to him, and he frowned, reaching for it one moment, lowering his hand the next. He didn't drink to calm his nerves. This situation called for cigarettes.
Still unsure what was nagging him, the RED Demoman wandered up to the ramparts and smoked while the day crept ever closer. The crew he worked with was shipping out in a few hours for God-knows-where, but traveling had never made him nervous. Nor had new places, new missions, or a lot of other potentially dangerous things. (This has happened before, hasn't it?) he thought, still frowning. He didn't understand it the last time, either; it was just a chill that seemed to gnaw at the very core of his being, nothing clearer than that. With a weary sigh, he flicked his cigarette butt away and rubbed his good eye. The sense of anxiety would fade, soon. It always had before.
While Tavish was brooding, another Demoman was cursing the sun, which had already risen on the distant island where he had been stationed not long ago. The rainforest was pissing wet at any hour, but he'd had an easier time keeping hidden during the night. Now it was hot, and his pursuer would be even harder to dodge.
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What have I been doing with my life before this fic? Damn, this is perfect...I'm psyched that RED Spy is on his way back. He's my favourite, although only by a small margin. All of your characters are so perfect.
I suppose I'll just put my pence in and say that I like what's going on with Engineer, Soldier, Sniper and Spy. Or at least I like the idea of it. It's really rich material, with the partner-switching, the divided loyalties and the conflicted relationships. There's a lot of potential there for an interesting subplot. But in practise I think you gloss over each character's thought processes a little too much. It's rabbit porn; people shagging whoever's closest, with no loyalties to test or consequences to consider. The Helmet Party in particular seems to go along the lines of, "Oh, look, a penis," and the Sniper and Spy, while showing more clear motivation, seemed to rely much too heavily on a lack of willpower on Sniper's part. I know there's more to it than that. There are hints of complex thoughts there--they're just haven't really flourished on the page. The result is that the sex ends up seeming unnecessary, gratuitous, out-of-place. It's not too late to fix it, though. They're relatively minor subplots, and the perspective-jumping approach that you're using gives you a lot of freedom to sneak in more character development. If you do so, it'll be fine.
>>138 I'm not sure what I could say about my plans without giving things away, but I don't plan for a painful and messy breakup between any of the characters. There's going to be some awkward moments next time they run into each other.
>>139 I'm happy you've enjoyed it! I don't know what motivates me to read a fic or skip it for a long time then read it, although I worry a little that the length this project has turned out to be might make biting into it kind of daunting for someone who wasn't there at the start. I try hard with my characterizations; there's not a lot of canon on their lives and lifestyles, but the game does give us loads about their personalities and behaviour- at least, in a lot of situations.
>>140 Does it seem rushed or sudden? I've tried to foreshadow some things in this story (although some of that goes back to the one before, particularly the Engineer/Soldier stuff). I do plan to try and wrap up those bits, if not until after the action's been resolved. I'll just hafta remember to elaborate a little more on the things that are going on inside people's heads.
(AUTHORS NOTE) This is my first TF2 fan fiction, I've been working on this for a few months now though annnnnd I had this piece sitting in the workshop for a bit hoping I could get some opinions but alas, it sits untouched. I did some editing of my own, but if I missed anything I'd be happy to hear your criticism. Just make it justified. I can't seem to stress that enough. What I mean by justified is if you don't like it say what it is that you don't like and why. So I know. So I can improve.
This is a work in progress, I'm planning on making this more than just a one-shot. It's done in the perspectives of Scout and Medic, just thought it'd be an interesting challenge (for me to write anyway). Also, I know enough German to be able to get me around the country without starving, but my sentence structure sucks. If my German is truly painful and you could edit it, I'd be eternally grateful.
Oh, and I guess on and IMPORTANT NOTE: this is going to get gory. Not right away, but yes, there's gonna be blood, guts and semen. If you dislike stories of that nature, hit back quick!
So... who is ready to see what happens when Scout tries to top our German friend?
(I must admit I'm really nervous hitting the submit button, haha)
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...Where did that idea come from!?
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Kay so, I was runnin on a bit of a TF2 trip and wandered across this pice of story and... wow! dayum, seriously. I'm not usually one to look for gore but every bit of this was hot, including the whole vivisection thing!
Also I really enjoyed the dialogue between Scout and Medic, and your presentation (especailly the Medic) was just unf.
Extra love for his accented speech <3
Now those nasty and unhelpful comments aside i'd be more than happy to beta this for you if you haven't got yourself one already, cause I can spot quite a few instances where tenses get a bit mixed up but believe me when I say it's nothing as heineous as it's being made out to be. I've seen and read far, FAR worse. I'm no grammar nazi, but i'd be happy all the same to help out.
Lemme know if you want my email or you can give me yours, whichever works.
Other than that, happy writing! And I hope read more from you~
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It makes me really, really happy to hear that you enjoyed the story!
I have a beta reader for this story already (mainly for grammar) but I would love it if you wanted to look over it too for making sure it flows character-wise and such. I have my email linked to my name at the top of this comment for you. Hope to hear from you soon!
I am loving this a lot.
So, in a fit of procrastination and a masochistic desire for harsh crit, I've decided to put a few of my oneshots up here as well--I might as well warn you right off the bat that so far they're all Sniper/Spy, although I can't speak for what I might add here in the future. Also, they're not very, how you say, "good." Most of them are just fluffy as hell, but there is actually one with dicks, so in afanfic it goes. I'd like to reiterate that I'm quite new to the chan and still haven't the foggiest clue what I'm doing, so if I do something stupid, please let me know! Also, crit is more than welcome. I suppose I'll start off with probably the fluffiest thing I've ever written, as it was also my first oneshot, and go from there. Also, question: would it be proper etiquette to also post ficlets inspired by pictures? I have a few little drabbles which originated as reblogs on tumblr; if I posted them here I would probably provide a link to the original art and then post the story underneath. Does that sound right? Anyway, here's some shitty fluff.
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His safe place. The only place he felt warm, the only place where he could relax his usually battle-tense muscles. The only place he could let his words flow instead of inspecting each one before it left his professionally tight lips. The only place he could show his face.
In the arms of the enemy.
His bare nose, free from the usual balaclava, nuzzled against the Sniper's bare, heat-radiating chest as he tried to ignore the ticking of the watch he'd left on the bedstand. He could see nail marks on the slowly heaving chest, and tear stains—both his own doing, pouring his feelings out onto his lover. His fingers stroked the signs that he'd been there, that he'd done that, and that he had felt—anything. That he had let his guard down, cast it aside, and let himself be taken in by a man he was paid to kill.
Just as he did every night.
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My heart hurts now. That is not a complaint.
You know, I have to say I really like the dynamic you created with Sniper's mom. Not enough fics do this, especially when dealing with homosexuality back in the late 60s.
In terms of critique, I think you should show more and tell less. There's a bit too much description and verbose tagging (and sometimes just really confusing speech tags) that could be cleaned up. You also have a tendency to use run-on sentences that hinder the emotional impact.
Easy fixes, though.
I came up with the wordiest title just to write some phone sex. I'm not as good at writing porn as I am anything else but I hope you guys like it anyway. Enjoy.
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Medic hated vacations.
Since he’d started working at RED and became involved with Heavy, they had become inseparable, both on the battlefield and off hours. But the vacations were different. For those two weeks Heavy, being the devoted son and brother he was, would see his family in Russia. The one time Medic had accompanied him was to be the last, as Heavy’s mother glared at the doctor during most of the visit, silently scrutinizing him. Neither he nor Heavy could discern if she knew, but to be safe they decided that Medic should not come over again.
This time around, they’d hoped to go on holiday together. No interruptions, no family members or wives or annoying teammates to tag along… just the two of them relaxing, enjoying each other’s company for two whole weeks. Medic had even made arrangements in a hotel in Greece. It was looking to be a perfect getaway indeed… until one of Heavy’s sisters had announced that she was getting married.
Heavy, of course, had to cancel on their plans. He couldn’t miss out on the wedding, hotel reservations or no. And since Medic’s wife was going off with the enemy Demoman on their own holiday, Medic found himself alone in this hotel, missing Heavy terribly.
It was evening now, and Medic was lying on the bed made for two in a state of partial undress. He’d treated himself to a bottle of wine and he’d had a glass or three. As he lay on the bed, his face flushed and his hair mussed up and his shirt partially unbuttoned, he became acutely aware of just how lonesome he was. He wondered idly what Heavy was doing.
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Uhhhh...
This is still going to be a one-shot I was just going to revise this version into one I'm happier with but I'm kind of stuck on it right now and I'm also moving tomorrow.
If anybody else wants to write a follow-up to this they can.
Augh, so, this is the beginning of a very lengthy fic I’ve been working on. Since I don’t have a beta I wanted to get some ConCrit on my work so I could apply it to the later chapters. Honestly it’s my first FanFic, and I’ve been wracking my brain on how to create the most Cannon consistent characters that are also believable.
The harsher you are with this one, the better the later chapters will be. Once I get a tad bit halfway through the story I’ll start posting daily in this thread with all the revised stuff. I want to do a daily update where I’m working ahead of where I’m posting so there is something to look at everyday. After following some of AnnetheCatDetective’s stuff day after day, I can definitely appreciate a daily FanFic update. Nothing’s better than getting home after class and reading quality smut. Hopefully mine will be decent caliber.
I am so ridiculously nervous hitting the submit button now.
Blah, fire away.
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Chapter 1 - Beginnings
Cold. The most notable aspect of the Coldfront was the cold. That and the snow. Huddling in his coat, Medic searched his office for the heater. Looking beneath piles of boxes from unpacking his office at the new base the Medic milled around the room until he saw the small machine. It was perched unnecessarily on the top of his large bookcase.
“Sheisse,” the German muttered, extending himself awkwardly to the top shelf to grab it. Why he had placed it there was a mystery, and how he got it there originally even more so. Attempting to use his office chair to reach the top of the bookcase, the Medic reached high only for the chair to swivel and send him staggering into the wall.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
It's too late at night for me to scour this for errors that warrant soul-crushing criticism, but I'll say this- I can't offer much critique on what isn't there yet. If you've taken this story and changed it since posting it (re. cutting out side-plots and getting a better grasp of medic), maybe you should be asking people to look at that? (Alternately, if you meant you've made these changes in chapters as-yet unposted, same problem- I'd have to read it before I could offer critique).
The other thing I'll say is this- if by "side plots", you're referring to the brief vignettes showing what the rest of the team is doing in the background, don't cut them out. This is just my opinion, but a "Team Medic and Heavy" or "Team angsting Spy" story, where the rest of the gang is barely mentioned, is much less interesting. I prefer the ones where the main character(s) are shown interacting with the people with whom they are working and living in close- or at least the audience gets to see what the others are up to in the background while Medic sulks over his breakfast.
(If you're talking about some wild tangents that hadn't yet reared their heads in this story, though, then disregard my last. Since some of what you were referring to seemed to be work you hadn't posted yet, I'm not sure what to say.)
>>37 I guess I'm asking for critique about my style? Perhaps it's because I'm the one reading it, but I feel like that it can be drastically improved. When I read through it, I think at times that things sound clunky, that a character isn't presented correctly, that I have repetitive sentence constructions, stuff like that.
As silly as it sounds, I'm not really concerned about plot too much. I'm constantly sharpening it through the day to make sure it makes sense. It's not there 100%, but it's getting close.
Most of my self-conscious stuff is coming from what I feel is mediocre writing style and conventions.
As for what is to come, I want to refine my writing so when I start writing the fixed version I'm not anxiously bumbling around.
*As for what I'm cutting - I'm not talking about the brief vignettes, actually but side plots that would have shown up later that were hinted in this stuff. When I post this again, that stuff would disappear so as to make the plot more streamlined. The vignettes would stay, they just would no longer serve to launch a side story fanfic that I had intended to write based in the same fictional universe.
As terrible as it sounds, I'm actually cutting the whole engineer thing. I sat down with myself and asked "What am I trying to do with this thing?" And really, I don't know anymore. I had put it in the story initially for my old medic, and now my new Medic wouldn't do that. He'd think about it, yes, but he wouldn't drink enough in the first place to necessitate being carried home.
Thanks for the fast response, btw.
Hmngh... well, looking over it, there are loads of tiny things I might have changed about the wording, but a lot of that falls into personal preference- besides, then it would start looking like my writing instead of yours, and that would be weird.
The character's accents were odd in a few places; writing consistent, obvious (ie. obviously Southern, or obviously Jamaican, or obviously Irish), but clearly understandable accents in character dialogue is something I've struggled with since long before Team Fortress 2 existed. In some ways, this is also a matter of personal preference; the way some people write accents bugs me, but as long as I can look at a sentence and understand it immediately (and as long as it's not horribly garbled to the point that the character seems to be speaking in several different accents and speech impediments at once, ie. "Aww danke my dear frwend!"), I can't complain too much. I try listening to character responses when I get uncertain, and temper accented character dialogue ignoring words that would just be completely fucking muddled (ie. clothes, together, unforgivable) on a consistent, uniform basis.
The bit about the single stray tear made me laugh, and probably wasn't supposed to; I would have erred on the side of describing him feeling tears threatening to come, feeling his eyes sting, or really anything. Single tears are kinda relegated to the realm of the intentionally silly.
Anyhow. In conclusion, I can't suggest anything about plot yet to come, because I don't know how you've changed it. Having a coherent idea from the start about what direction you want things to go in is a good idea, though- I go through all sorts of mental revisions and I'm horribly lazy about ever writing down brainstorming lists or crap like that, but I do my best to know where I want the story to go, long before I actually get to writing the individual parts. I do waffle over a lot of things up until the point I'm writing them down (which is one of the reasons I check my story repeatedly before posting, the last thing I want is to have to retcon something major, or forget important plot points weeks afMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Many thanks goes out to Hybrid for being such a wonderful beta and for helping me get started!
No true adult material yet, but I promise that there will be some, so hang tight!
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A pang of guilt and sadness crept into the BLU Medic as he sat down alone in the kitchen that was next to the Mess Hall. His shoulders shook very lightly as he stared down at the photograph that he held in his hands. The sadness grew bigger and bigger as his blue eyes looked at the picture, his mouth slightly open as he breathed soft breaths.
Medic gingerly touched the picture with his thumb, running his finger over the picture of the three German Shepherds. He longed to be able to touch them again, to feel the softness of their fur. If he so desired, he could look into the cabinet that was right in front of him and find the food bowl that his beloved 3-Hund had consumed its meals from. But that would make him feel even more sad than he already was. Tears had begun to sting his eyes, and he could not stop himself from allowing one to escape his eyes.
Medic watched as it splashed onto the picture, and as quickly and gently as he could, took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the droplet away before it could ruin the picture. Medic took a deep breath, allowing whatever tears were left over to reabsorb themselves back into his eyes. It took some effort, but he was able to calm himself down.
It was ridiculous, really; the Three-Guard Dog had been dead for well over six months now. Why was he still crying about it? Maybe he was sad that he had been forced to leave its buried corpse behind. Or maybe he was guilty that he couldn't save the dog. He should have seen the signs that it had been dying. Sepsis had been the ultimate cause of death; their blood types hadn't been a perfect match. He should have tested their blood types to see if they were a match; foolishness on his part.
He wouldn't make that mistake next time. Thankfully, he had been given an abundance of potential specimens in the form of his so-called, “teammates”. And alongside his teammates, he had full access to their medical records.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>93
God damn, Yaru. You do this so well.
You should have seen the shit-eating grin on my face while I listened. It was so evil.
oh dear god I didn't sleep last night and my fingernails are gone cause I was worried about it. I don't usually like to post images of myself let alone videos.
Any ways I'm glad you liked it. hopefully you will be able to see more emotion in the next ones I kinda had to force myself to reread the first chapter like 8 times cause the phone kept ringing and ruining the video like half way through. oh well with the newer chapters like the next one you post Ill do it on the first time reading through so you get everything including the things I am not expecting.
>>95 Aw, Yaru... You spoil me so.
I do hope you do more; I need to have more shit-eating grins in my life.
Here be request fills! However, there are a few things I must set straight:
1. Give the pairing and a vague idea of what happens (e.g Scout/tenta!Spy. Scout goes for a swim and finds the legendary tentaspy in heat. Tentacle raep ensues.)
2. ! characters (e.g, fem!Pyro, drunk!Medic) are accepted. Encouraged, in fact.
3. If it's m/f you seek, go ask someone else! I'll do it if it's m/m or f/f, but anything straight I won't do.
Fire at will
I'd like to see a fic where the boys were offered a job with TF Inc. based on their gene compatibility with the respawn systems, which might happen to code for a series that include the gay gene.
And perhaps Medic or Engineer (or both) stumble upon this tidbit of information, and accidentally leak the info to the rest of the team? I'd love to see how the different classes react to the info, especially if Soldier and Scout went into rage-denial.
Maybe throw in some experimentation between a couple of insecure mercs to make things interesting?
>>3 and >>31 seconding these as well
I think the old one died so here's a new one. Post any class x you fics you can find. Maybe we can get this going again.
Let's start out with some scout x you by LoLo, shall we? ALL CREDIT TO LOLO.
Smirk/The Butterflies - Scout & You
Your face was growing hot, and not just with the steam that rose in billowing clouds out of the sink as you scrubbed - almost-clean plate in one hand, sud-soaked sponge in the other. Your apron is messied from a days' work - that's three meals a day, making no mention of the cleaning work in between - and your hair a likewise mess, but normally that wouldn't bother you. No, just today, it happens to be quite a problem, one that you frantically attempt to fix up and pat down whenever your current partner looks in the opposite direction. It just had to be him, didn't it? Murphy's Law, you guessed, would have it that you are given dishes duty with Scout on an uncomfortably hot, humid night, cramped in the small back of the base's kitchen, almost shoulder to shoulder as you both systematically powered through the burgeoning sink of dirtied dishes that a team of nine men and their behind-the-scenes crew might create. Which is to say, quite a few.
You knew him, but just marginally enough to be flustered when he did those... things. During breakfast, you'd try your best to casually slide his ordered usual (pancakes, of course) in front of him, but his cocky little smile and nod put the casual right out of that. Bring out his soda at lunch, only to be met with that smirk jutting rudely out from the rest of his boyish face, blue eyes dancing even under the broad shadow of his cap. And, god help you, slide him a tray during dinnertime, and even in his bruised, tired, slumping end-of-the-day stature, his usual polite "thank ya" put a knot in your stomach, which doubled up on itself when you made eye contact and he smiled, tired and genuinely thankful. Mama taught him some manners after all, even if the boy did still wear his hat at the table.
And now, here he is, humming ever-so-lightly to himself as he dries and shelves the dishes you rinse. The cap of contension now lies, discardedMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>118
Surprised someone re-post this with out editing it or something. I was kinda appalled when I saw "girl hood", we are all over 18 here. There is no reason for that term to ever be used seriously in this context. I'm not trying to start a flame war, I'm just saying that on a site that tries to enforce its 18+ rule I'm surprised that no one has said anything about this.
This thread needs more Soldier x you. Also,currently working on a Sniper x you, hope it turns out okay.
>>128
I think that word choice was more to do with the character's personality than age. The use of "girlhood" was supposed to imply that the "you" in the story was a more innocent character than Sniper, who acted and spoke in a crude manner. I actually liked that way of showing the different personalities of the characters.
>>129
Awesome! I can't wait to read it when it's done!
First time posting, I've been asked again and again why this isn't on the chan...Don't shoot me please?
Opening his eyes, BLU's Medic grimaced and went to his allocated slot, swapping his crossbow for his Blutslauger.
The battle wasn't going well. RED were managing to defend far too well, and their Spy seemed to be waiting at every turn for the Medic.
Unfastening the Quick Fix from his back, Medic quickly exchanged that for his Strange Medigun. If he could get a decent start on healing, he could have an Ubercharge.
"Where the hell have you been, Kraut?" Soldier snapped from behind him. Medic silently congratulated himself for not jumping. "We're at the front lines without backup!"
"I know." Medic set his bonesaw down, and picked his Vita-Saw up. "And I'm changing my equipment to try and give us a better chance."
"Hah!" Soldier grabbed the front of his jacket. "What do you think you can do with a needle?"
"It vill retain my Ubercharge vhen I die." Medic snapped back. "Now go. Move!"Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I love EVERYTHING about this fic! The Doc's back story is interesting and his inner torture is described very well. Like "Two of Hearts" said, the RED team is simply lovely. Please keep up with your style!
People don't always like same things. While some people don't enjoy your style, some people love it! I'm impatient to read more and I truly hope you won't change your style :)
Usually I really don't like the "entire team is gay" setup that a lot of fics use to just show everyone having sex all the time, but I don't know, I think it works in this fic. It seems like the members of RED have gone out of their way to recruit the shunned/abused members of BLU, and it kind of makes sense. I want to see more of this to see where it goes.
Oh, PLEASE continue this! I can't describe how much I adore RED Sniper and Spy and how they're always there to protect and defend the Medic.
I wish the sex scenes were more detailed, but everything else in this fic... simply lovely! Please stay loyal to yourself and don't change your style.