bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

She shifted so she’s closer and the positioning is more comfortable for both of them. Messenger hugged him back like the cuddle monster she was. This action came with one of those kinda motherly reassuring backrubs. 

“I try buddy. And I’m always ready to be a teddy bear when needed. It’s in my contract,” she deadpans, “that’s the real reason the administrator hired me. She needed a body pillow and Pauling is too bony. Saw me walking around giving free hugs and hired me on the spot. Exactly how it happened.”

He laughed slightly “I can see why. You give great hugs” he told her. Dell kept an arm around her, holding the Messenger close. This was nice. Sitting in his small workshop and cuddling. 

“Wonder if that could be a profession” he mused “get yourself a PhD in Cuddling.” Dell let out another soft laugh as he looked at her.

“If it is, that’s motivation for me to go back to school,” She rested her forehead against his, “Maybe that’s what people mean by physical therapist. Or they should mean, anyway.”

Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.

Hmmm… Tricky. Some of these are a little more literal than others.

 Music I think would be one for sure, drives would get lonely if she didn’t have songs to sing, and she has a pretty solid record collection. It’s helped her through a hell of a lot.

Her set of penpal friends if that counts as one thing. This is a constant in all her Tf2niverses- meeting them pretty literally both saved and changed her life. The Witch and the Courier in particular are two of the only people Messenger Prime would kill for.

Hr eyesight. It’s pretty safe to say that if she lost her eyesight and ability to work she would probably be killed by Administrator to begin with, but mmm even that aside she would probably fall into a really deep despair, aggravating issues she’s already dealing with.

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

horrificmemes:

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?
The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child?
Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet?
Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?
Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror?
Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?
Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential?
Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?
Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities?
Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back.
Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain?
Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach?
Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma?
Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker?
Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.
Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot?
Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream?
Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them?
The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person?
Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in?
Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? 
Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life?
Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day?
Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? 
Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.
Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying. 
Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something?
Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone?
Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

bluteamblueprints:

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Dell rested his head against his friends, listening to her words. It was nice to him, and the advice made sense. “That’s honestly” he said “that’s kind of sweet, in a way, and I can see how it would work.” 

He couldn’t help but smile as she looked at him in that goofy way. “Thank you” he said softly. Dell pulled her into a hug, tight, slightly awkward, bear hug. “You’re a great friend.” 

She shifted so she’s closer and the positioning is more comfortable for both of them. Messenger hugged him back like the cuddle monster she was. This action came with one of those kinda motherly reassuring backrubs. 

“I try buddy. And I’m always ready to be a teddy bear when needed. It’s in my contract,” she deadpans, “that’s the real reason the administrator hired me. She needed a body pillow and Pauling is too bony. Saw me walking around giving free hugs and hired me on the spot. Exactly how it happened.”

“Hey, you want to know what I do when I have a really bad, awful, terrible day? “

bluteamblueprints:

@oldboyjensrps

The Engineer looked at his friend, an exhausted and distressed look on his face. “Yeah” he sighed, nodding slightly “I do. At this point, I could use some pointers. Anything.”

It had been a hell of a day for him, everything seemed to be going wrong and it was getting to him, more than it usually would have. He turned his head away from her, and gazed at his feet. It wasn’t like him to turn to someone else when things got shitty. He’d usually sit alone in his shop and work it out. But now. Right now he needed someone.

“So,” she sat and leaned against him, resting her head lightly on his shoulder, “I have this group of long distance pen pal-y friends that I’ve known since I was a wee little teenager, and our communications back and forth really helped me through some bad times. One day though, mmmm around when I first came out to the desert-physically- I was in really bad shape, and even though I knew that mail takes time, I started writing a letter. I just had to get that shit down and I can’t consistently keep a diary- I’ve tried- and when I finally wrote everything through the tears I realized I had somehow fucked up and addressed it to myself. You probably see where this is going. It also gets pretty sappy and stupid because after I took the time to actually sit down and read what I wrote- it was all this pointless guilt and feelings of being overwhelmed and failing  and worthlessness- I actually found myself feeling sorry for this person in a non personal way? Not non personal, wrong word- not self pity I mean. It was like ‘aw shit I feel bad for her I’m gonna write a letter like I do to my friends when they feel bad to help her out maybe.’ And somehow it worked? Not fully, duh, I’m an emotional basket-case but I felt a little less alone? Like stepping back and stuff. So I do that nowadays as a first response to feeling like shit. Fun little angstercise.”

She rolled her head slightly to look up at him backwards like a doofus. 

“Even just staring at a wall and think writing can be good. And if that doesn’t work driving into the middle of the desert to dig a hole and scream until I lose my voice helps too.”

fyeahaskmemes:

put a “❤” and i’ll tell you about someone i care about, without any names.

put a “>:” and i’ll tell you something i dislike about myself.

put a “<:” and i’ll tell you something i like about myself.

Put a “>:c” and i’ll tell you something that pissed me off.

Put a “#” and i’ll tell you the last thing i lied about.

Put a “*” and i’ll tell you a secret

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