Ask Lutz and Misha

Hello, people old & new! This is Mod BG, better known as UpInFlamesWriting. This is my Red Oktoberfest ask blog based on my fanfic series Texting Troubles.

Frequently asked questions:

What are the mercs' sexualities & genders? The answer is here

How tall are all the mercs? I answered this here

What does the administrator think about Medic & Heavy's kids? She doesn't think anything, she is dead. Miss Pauling & Saxton Hale now run Mann Co.

How do the battles work with the kids around? Instead of 9v9, the battles are now 6v6, with the mercs rotating regularly. Lunch breaks are also longer & most missions tend to be shorter.

Mod, how many asks do you get? Long answer is here. Short answer is: about 30 asks within a 24 hour period.

Why are you so hot & smart & charming, Mod B? I dunno, I was just born this way 😎

Now, for the basics: this is mainly a Red Oktoberfest ask blog, but you can ask any of the RED mercs, as well as Miss P, the BLU mercs, & if you want to ask any other TF2 characters then it will be on a case by case basis. Just remember that this all takes place in the same universe, post-comics, & I won't be answering asks that don't fit into the lore of Texting Troubles.

What else... ships. Basically, the established ships are:

RED Heavy (Mikhail), x RED Medic (Ludwig)

RED Demoman (Tavish) x RED Soldier (Jane) x Zhanna

RED Scout (Jeremy) x RED Sniper (Mick) x RED Pyro (Bug)

RED Spy (Jacques) x RED Engineer (Dell) x RED Scout's Ma (Colette)

BLU Medic (Friedrich) x BLU Scout (James)

BLU Soldier (John) x BLU Engineer (Ken)

I won't answer hypotheticals, I won't answer self-shipping asks (asking for a hug from the mercs or a kiss on the cheek is fine, tho). What ships show up there, are all the ships I will answer for.

Other house keeping: I, Mod B, am a full grown adult. I will accept suggestive asks, but anything fully NSFT (Not Safe For Tumblr) I will only answer from blogs that are off anon & who have their age/age-range in their bio. The NSFT asks will always be tagged & flagged as such, but I do encourage y'all not to turn this blog into a smut fest.

Also, here are the tags I've decided to use:

Mod BG = rambles from Mod BG

Lutz and Misha = general ask tag

Next Generation = asks related to the kids

Texting Guests = ask tag for people other than Red Oktoberfest

Texting Art = fanart for the blog!

Beer Games (NSFT) = NSFT asks (a reference to the fic series)

Otherwise all the characters & ships will be tagged individually.

I don't want to leave TF2 behind. It got me through a bad patch in life earlier this year & I hate leaving Special Interests behind. But I'm not doing well, I'm not excited about the series anymore.

I'm going to... Step away from TF2 in a way. I have a lot of fanart saved up that I'm going to be reblogging on @shephardofthedamned just to clear up my drafts. & I will carry on roleplaying on my 18+ blog @number-one-fan-of-doktor & the non-18+ plus one @dr-d-of-team-blu (they're in the same universe) but I won't be actively engaging in the fandom otherwise. I will finish all of the fanfics I'm currently writing, the ones I started & the ones that are still drafts, & then we'll... We'll see. Maybe once I write myself out I'll leave forever. Maybe I'll be back in a few years once TF2 is taken offline. Maybe I'll have gotten over my slump & will be back full force.

I don't know. I know I won't be coming back to this blog. I know that the Texting Troubles series is over, but I do want to finish writing the fantasy isekai AU. I'll continue RPing on my two other blogs because I am part of a shared world there, & I'll continue my fanfics because those are MY worlds. But I don't... Want to engage in anyone else's world right now, I want to be in my own world.

Jeez, like moths to a damn flame. I think you guys are the most lively people I've seen when it comes to food..

-🐈anon

Aye aye capitan!

*her foot falls trail down the corridor. Joel looks to the medic, silly smirk rising.*

Does it look bad? Just give it to me straight, doc; how much longer do I have?

*He snickers*

-🦖

"You have a while yet. Misha on the other hand..."

"Hey!"

So what's the first course of action? Clean up first or should we "re-capitate" Joel?

I-i can be more helpful when I can use my hands... Ya'know, just some food for thought..

-🦖

Ludwig groans, "Fine, I will 'recapitate' him first." He dusts himself off & approaches Joel's body, before kneeling down to inspect his neck.

I'll set the rest of the table up, you wanna scream the other guys' heads off to get their butts in here? Make it loud and clear!

-🐈anon

"Gotcha," Beetle clears his throat, sticks his head out of the kitchen, & then lets out a mighty bellow, "DINNEEEEEEEER'S READYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Hehehe...

What?

You two are talking like Lili does when I drink. She doesn't like it when I drink, but only me for some reason... Heh, its just funny coincidence.

-🦖

"I don't like it when my husband drinks." Ludwig huffs.

Huh?! No! Not like that! I made a joke to the doc and then the big guy tackled me! I got confused and thought we were going in for a group hug, then got my head punched off! I may be a demon but I'm no monster!

Oh, well- guess that makes a little more sense. Really shouldn't have drank so much.

Yeah, yeah... Hindsight is 20/20. Tav's been a buddy through it all, I appreciate it.

*Tala had started investigating Joel's wound on his body, before re-engaging into the conversation*

What? Oh- yeah! Tav is great Though I'm surprised you're so calm about all this Tav, was certainly not how you first reacted to Lilian!

-🦖

"I'm drunk!" Tavish grins, "More than usual, I mean!"

Ludwig groans, "And, of course, it will be up to me to fix your mistakes."

....well actually, it's called 'sopas' but everyone I've made it for calls it 'macaroni soup', so that's what I'll call it too. Even though I only ever use penne or shell pasta for this.

*They turn the stove off and grab the pot by its handles, bringing it to the kitchen table.*

It's kinda what I do with most of the dishes I make, make the names uuuh...'easier' to remember, in a way.

-🐈anon

So? Anyone gonna tell me what I missed out on?

You're stepping on my tail

What? Oop- sorry.

Ah, it's ok, I can't feel it right now anyway.

-🦖

"He touch my husband." Mikhail pouts.

"And apparently that's a crime." Ludwig huffs.

*Tala leads Ludwig into the kitchen, where there's apple sauce and plain cereal strewn about. The twins are in their high top chairs, in different levels of cleanliness*

Although seriously, why's Joel's head in a different place to his body? And hows he able to speak?

-🦖

"Ask Misha." Ludwig says, then picks Maria up & out of her high chair. He marches over to Mikhail & hands the baby to him.

Mikhail gasps, taking Maria, "Baby..."

*Katze's ladles a bit of soup from the pot and holds it up to Beetle, bringing it close to their mouth.*

Tell me if the taste is too much or too little before I set this on the table! I swear one of you guys complained about it last time I made this-

-🐈anon

*A voice clears from the kitchen doorway*

Ummm... I didn't want to step back in because I didn't want to make anything more complicated, but one; what the hell is going on?

Oh- I can clear that up, so see-

-And two, the kids are getting too fussy and can't decide if they want to eat or just start a food fight with each other. I think they want their papa or vati.

-🦖

"Well, no matter how much I would want this to be the case, if they're hungry their papa is useless for them." Ludwig sighs. He hears a loud sniffle from Misha's direction, who is still holding onto him tightly & is evidently still very drunk.

"Doktor does not mean that." Mikhail pouts.

Ahhdasnice...

*a very quiet and low grumble could be heard from Joel, or- well, his body actually. It wasn't a goopy or bodily grumble, it was a consistent and warm vibration of noise. The very end of his opossum tail gently swished back and forth*

*still muffled:*

I gotta get more huggy friends, this is so nice.

-🦖

Mikhail stares at the body with large, terrified eyes, "This is weird shit. Weirder shit than what Ludwig does."

"You're a weird drunk, lad," Tavish says, "Usually drunk people are less... Philosophical & aware of their surroundings."

Misha lets out a small sob, then buries his face in Ludwig's shoulder, "I am too aware! I hate being drunk! If head is separate from body, how does body still function?? Where is soul stored if head is talking, but body cannot move? In head or body??"

Ludwig clears his throat, "Well, I could answer that for you."