Citrine is the perfect blend of calculated genius and unhinged ambition. With the cold precision of engineer and the fervor of medic, and his many mechanical arms that move with precise accuracy, he is as captivating as he is terrifying
charming yet unsettling, he likes pushing the boundaries of science and logic. Citrine speaks with a smooth, calculated confidence, always one step ahead, never not prepared
Weapon: The Shock Therapy (one of Medic’s melee weapons from TF2 classic) he can shoot little capsules to heal his teammates (just like Crusaders Crossbow/ Rescue Ranger) and give shocks to who ever he punches. whether he id building, healing, or “improving” those around him, one thing is certain: with Citrine in the lab, science is never boring
Sugilite, yes he is entirely inspired by the artist Prince, it started accidentally, whenever i work on his design it will always lean into Prince’s purple rain outfit, so i simply took it xD
he is the embodiment of chaos wrapped in velvet and mixed with stardust. He moves with the grace of a performer, every step a dance, every word is dripping with charm
He speaks in a voice as rich as a glass of wine, but his mind is full of mischief and unpredictable power. he’ll sweep you off your feet with a silver tongued compliment, only to forget about you the next second. He treats war more like an extravagant party where he is both the host and grand finale
Weapons: disco-ball bombs/ smoke bombs. he uses his bombs and when he wants to make a dramatic exit, he’ll toss one of his disco bombs at the ground and a burst of sparkling smoke fills the battlefield, letting him vanish in a cloud of colors and dust
Kunzite is silence, just like a ghost in the night, a presence felt but never seen. moving with grace, he is as precise as he is elusive, striking his blade only when the moment is right. his piercing purple eyes sees every weakness, every flaw, every opportunity, his long cape drifts behind him like smoke, his steps lighter than a whisper
Kunzite does not talk. he can, but prefers not to. A single look from him speaks more than an entire conversation, and his presence alone is enough to make even the most hardened gems uneasy. he is neither cruel nor kind, neither merciful nor sadistic, he is simply exists in the quiet. by the time you realize he’s there, it’s already too late
Weapon: darts + hidden blades. The darts he carries, are launched with the precise accuracy of a huntsman. And when the distance closes, the hidden blades beneath his wrists strike with the speed of an assassin, no hesitation, no excess force, just cold, calculated efficiency
Rainbow Quartz (kind of takes the place of Stevonnie) they are a ball of both energy and strategy, they lay between calculated precision and impulsive enthusiasm. They are loyal, affectionate and very clumsy. They often feel insecure and constantly have the need to prove themselves. but beneath their playful personality lies a sharp mind, constantly adjusting, and planning their next move, even if their feet sometimes move faster than their brain
They follows orders with lots of enthusiasm, sometimes a little too much, leading to moments of clumsiness. they’ll execute a plan flawlessly then right up trip over their own momentum, sending themselves (and sometimes their enemies) tumbling in a chaotic mess. but give them a goal, and they’ll chase it with relentless determination, never backing down until the job is done.
Weapon: the Flying Guillotine, its fast, unpredictable, and devastating in the right hands. just like them, it can be unpredictable, but when it hits, it hits hard
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🍮 ︴ forgot to post this, is a draw of how I think a fusion of spy and scout will be, I made 2 pallet color por RED and BLU, although I don't really know if in the SU AU that @lenny-link made have the 2 teams( this AU), But the fencing sword doesn't really work for me, the first idea was a whip split in three with small blades in the shape of claws, Like a cat's whip, I think it's called, It could also could have been a bat with the blade of a machete, although it could be more melee weapons
◈ ⏤͟͟͞͞ I also put information in the right top side, the team and a map and what time of game it was, On these maps, it was the first time that the spys and scouts of the teams fused, I also like to think that Opal is one of the tallest fusions, although not the most muscular or big, tall, very tall( This is because I saw this drawing), I also thought, just one or two pairs of arms, how boring, why not 3?
🍗🍷 ┆ remember I also got a Spotify playlist based on the fusion called "Opal ┆ Silent running"
❥┆ I am not a proshipper, although the situation of spy and Scout being related as father and son did cause me confusion, mostly because in the video of “meet the spy” the red spy is the father of the blue Scout, but in the comic the red spy is also the father of the red Scout , The headcanon I have is that the red spy is the father of the 2 scouts, so the spy of the red team is the father of both Scouts, but the blue spy has nothing to do with either of them, so the fusion is not for a romantic reason (the RED team Opal fusion) I don't know if the BLU Opal is a fusion that comes with a romantic interest, but for the confusion of spy and scout being related i'll only say that the fusion took place due to the fact that the Blu team was losing and the blu Spy and BLU Scout get along well as teammates.
She doesn't talk too often but when she does she's got absolutely no volume control. Either he's shouting at the top oh his lungs or quietly muttering. The mask doesn't help. He's very physically animated though and gets most of his points across with gestures and miming shit out. She does know sign language just doesn't use it that often
does NOT take off the mask. Will sometimes get one of Scout's baseball hats to further hide his face
fucking silent footsteps. Frequently scares other mercs by just appearing out of fucking no where.
You know how in cartoons when someone runs really fast they leave little flaming tire trails? I like to imagine that happening with him.
In my mind Scout and Pyro enable each other's silliness. Like Pyro hypes Scout up to jump off the roof with an umbrella parachute and Scout helps Pyro cover random shit in stickers. So Flare really just has no fucking impluse control. Just zero. Please don't dare them to do anything because they Will fucking do it
building off that, audhd king. Constantly stimming constantly switching activities and fixations. You know the elopment thing where autistic people just sort of wander off? Yeah if you need her to stay in one spot you better fucking find something for her to do with her hands or she will not be there when you look back. He's always ending up in the strangest fucking places too like how did you even get up there? Speaking of mental health she absolutely still has some pyroland type delusions. I'm don't really know that much about these sorts of things though so I'm not going to talk on it too much until I do some more research.
that's all I can think of right this second, Please send me asks im like. fuckin obsessed with this guy. blorbo from my mind, perfectly crafted to make me insane about him
Remember the other day when I reblogged some tf2 fusion art talking about how I was going to do a sniper/medic one a long, LONG time ago?? Turns out I had done a rough draft, and I STILL HAVE IT!
Yes, it's old (from 2020 WOW) and a little cringe, but my god is it charming. Also, you may notice some... familiar descriptions. I have a habit of copying my own homework lmao
*throws this into the universe*
CW: Canon typical violence/blood
He had been firing rounds at the BLU team from what he believed to be a discrete spot from beside a rock. ‘’C’mon luv, jus’ pop out’a cover for me, a tic’s all I need ta blow ya brains out…’’ He mumbled under his breath as he waited for a cautious engineer to leave his nest. The sniper sucked in a breath when he saw the yellow hard hat and—
A brief reprieve in the sounding explosions allowed Mick to hear the subtle thump of footsteps from behind him. They were light, cautious and sneaky. A spy, most likely. In one swift motion, he spun to face the backstabbing Frenchman and drew his kukri, the blade gleaming in the sun. But instead of a masked man holding a butterfly knife, he was greeted with a deranged medic clutching a bonesaw and grinning madly from ear to ear.
Every man on this battlefield knew that when a man like the medic smiled, it was bad news.
And in this case, it was like the grim reaper was knocking on his doorstep.
Mick was shoved against the very stone that was keeping him safe just minutes ago. The German stepped closer, pinning the Australian against it and a low, throaty chuckle escaped him. Mick squirmed and writhed but it did no good. A rough hand was on his chin, tilting his head up to face the sun. He felt cold steel on his throat, pressing hard enough for the serrated edge to cut his skin. He swallowed dry as he anticipated the final slice across his neck.
His death came in a very different form.
The bushman heard a strangled sound from the medic and the vice grip on his head vanished. He heard the clatter of the bonesaw being dropped. He looked down to see that the German had been impaled by the blade of the eyelander. His eyes followed the ruler of the blade, searching for the tip of the sword.
It was then when Mick realised that the end of the blade had plunged into his stomach. The two of them were skewered on a sword like a human kebab stick.
‘’You’re going to die too...’’ The doctor wheezed, realising this too. Blood spilled from his lips as that sinister smile returned. His pearly whites had been stained red. ‘’It’s a shame zhat I’m stuck vis you for zhe whole affair!’’ He laughed breathlessly. Mick couldn’t find the situation humorous, how had a strike intended for the medic hit him too? How could a sword pierce a member of the opposite team, then a member of the owner’s team? It didn’t make any sense.
All coherent thought began to fade as his blood dripped onto the dusty ground beneath them.
The medic coughed and brushed a cowlick out of his face with a gloved hand, smearing his own blood on his face and definitely doing more harm than good. It was odd seeing the man in person, rather than through a scope. He had never been close to him, now that he thought about it. With the rest of the other team, there had been times where he had to fight them off with his kukri, but not this man – not until now, at least. The man was angular with high cheek bones. He wore rounded glasses and had cold eyes that could probably freeze water with a glance. His lips were thin and lacking a cupid’s bow. Contradicting these intimidating features were eyelashes that Mick could only describe as akin to a camel’s; long and fluttery.
‘’You’re gonna die first, nurse.’’ He sputtered out.
‘’Ve’ll die togezher. Zhe sword impaled us bozh, dummkopf.’’ Even with a sword through his stomach, the man felt the need to be a know-it-all smartass.
‘’Fuckin’ wanka.’’ He hissed through his teeth, trying not to scream as the searing pain burned through his body.
‘’Ja, ja…’’ He sighed. ‘’Same to you.’’ He replied unenthusiastically. His breaths were shuddery and weak. Mick knew he was fading too as his vision was darkening, indicating that it was nearly over and that he’d awake in the respawn room as if the whole experience had been a dream.
Mick looked to the medic as his vision blurred. The smartass had been right.
***
He opened his eyes. The lights of the respawn room hit him like a rock being pelted at his face and he had to shield them whilst they adjusted. He sighed in relief, knowing that nightmare was over. He laughed to himself, thinking of just how absurd it had all been.
He didn’t recognise his voice. It felt foreign in his throat. It didn’t belong to him. It didn’t belong to anyone. It was the laugh of a stranger.
‘’Zhat vas—‘’
‘’Who in the hell—‘’
Two opposing internal voices clashed, hearing each other was more of a shock than the stranger under his skin.
‘’Zhere seems to be more voices in my head zhan usual.’’
‘’I think I’ve lost the fuckin’ plot.’’
A loud and desperate cry for a medic caught his attention, by instinct alone he fetched his medigun from the resupply cabinet and stepped toward the metal gate of respawn.
It didn’t respond to his presence and he walked right into it like a clumsy idiot.
‘’Fuckin’ piece’a shit.’’
‘’Strange… perhaps it doesn’t recognise me?’’ He kicked it in a mix of curiosity and rage. Nothing happened. ‘’I suppose ve should actually acknowledge zhis?’’
‘’Why are ya in my head, doc?’’ Mick hissed.
‘’I don’t know, vhy are you in mine, herr sniper?’’ There was a pause in the onslaught of thought. It gave the scientific side of the medic some time to hypothesise what had occurred. ‘’Vhat if it vasn’t a matter of you being in my head or myself in yours? Vhat if ve are bozh occupying a space zhat belongs to bozh of us?’’
‘’You literally jus’ said the same fuckin’ thing twice.’’ Mick groaned, then realised what he’d said.
‘’Mick, I need a mirror.’’ The doctor stated hastily.
‘’Why?’’ The marksman paused, realising what the medic had just said. ‘’Wait, how do you know my name?’’
The doctor chuckled boyishly. ‘’You thought it and zhus I heard it.’’ He said smugly. ‘’My name is Sven, if you didn’t catch it already. I think zhat if ve are going to be here togezher ve may as vell share names… And as for zhe mirror, you’ll have to vait and see, quite literally.’’
He browsed through the resupply closet, searching desperately for anything that had a reflective surface. He found an old makeup mirror right down the bottom. Odd for how it had ended up there among nine men, but it was certainly reflective. He held it at an angle where he could see himself. Shock and confusion rippled through his system like an earthquake.
‘’FUCKING CHRIST!’’
‘’Zhat’s a fair vay to put it. Zhis raises so many questions!’’ The doctor cried excitedly. He felt warm and tingly just thinking about investigating this strange phenomenon.
It seemed that they weren’t just sharing a headspace, but also a body. It didn’t belong to either of them, but rather, seemed to be a strange amalgamation of both. He had inherited Mick’s dusty brown hair, but had the greying sides of the medic. The most noticeable thing was the piercing blue-green eyes. He had a bony face, only exaggerated further by the high cheekbones. He smiled when he noticed that those girly lashes had carried over along with Mick’s cupid’s bow. He appeared younger but also older. He’d inherited the smile of the doctor, that was malicious no matter the situation. The frightening grin was worsened by the presence of Mick’s pointed canines that made the man look outright monstrous.
Curiously, despite having a new body, he didn’t have new clothes. The sniper’s red shirt was still on and the doctor’s coat was tied around his waist. The long gloves were absent and had been replaced with the sniper’s own. He was wearing jackboots and slacks and he wondered how it all fit so perfectly still, despite a change in frame. He looked a lot bonier than before in some respects. His hands had thinned out to be almost skeletal and his body had retained most of its scrawniness. He was a touch bigger thanks to the medic’s more brawny physique but it hadn’t done much.
‘’Ooh, I vonder vhat blood type ve have… I vonder if all zhese organs are mine or if some of zhem are yours.’’
ive been seeing several tf2 merc fusions popping up recently so i decided to make one!! its a fusion of pyro and engineer. they probs use they/he and they’re a bit of a pyrotechnic. they also have the combined bloodlust of both pyro and the engineer so... they’re probably pretty frightening
(sorry my handwriting is very bad)
i based their mask off an actual engineer’s gas mask/goggle/helmet combo, but like, combined them better so it’d be like pyro’s mask. there’s a little gap on the back if you notice!
the pyro’s flame thrower is built into the gunslinger so they’re combined into a fire-breathing gas-blowing smoke-chugging Battle Arm (that has a lighter on the thumb!) it’s connected to a gas tank on their back (i didnt include that in the drawing... oops)
instead of loving sweeter hard candy they’re very into fudge and caramel
they’re wearing a striped sweater. I do not care that this would be flammable
the flare gun on the top of their arm can go into the arm making it easier to wear the glove. it might even be fully detachable so others can use it
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I am still not done with this show! Decided to make a little list about the order in which each fusion happened and who was who’s first partner. The ‘timeline’ of this list is honestly non-existent cause the time that passes between each new fusion isn’t really put in stone so... a vague fusion timeline?
