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first time drawing mettaton i love this box

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Picnic

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why are you standing like that. stand normal

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TF2 THINKPIECE— TAVISH FINNEGAN DEGROOT AND BEING BLACK BEFORE YOU ARE ANYTHING ELSE IN AMERICA

“a black, scottish cyclops”.

i want to talk about demoman, our belemoman for a minute.

i think this has been the biggest thing that has caused me to struggle with writing him.

in case you didn’t know, i am black. african american.

and the fact that demoman was not originally meant to be black is not something i have forgotten. he is quite literally the token character. they made him black because he didn’t stand out amongst the sea of white.

and it fundamentally changed his character.

and i don’t truly have the words to describe how it’s different. i’m not on the tf2 writing team, i’m not a professional author by any means, but i have spent the last almost 24 years being Black. and realizing how being Black came before any other facet of my personality.

being black came before being an artist.

being black came before being academically gifted.

being black came before being an extrovert.

being black came… pretty much hand in hand with being “weird”.

being black came hand in hand with being “off putting”.

being black came hand in hand with being loud, and aggressive, and, frankly, annoying.

and this is being brought up in the current era, right? where you weren’t likely to hear the n-word hard-r being thrown around willy nilly.

tavish did not get that.

i spend a lot of time wondering about tavish’s first experience with racism in america in the 60s. and this isn’t to say that scotland was any better, but i’m not from scotland. but i can understand having the idea, the thought that coming to america can better your life. i understand the propaganda peddled that you can be a man, as any other, in america. and i imagine what it was like for tavish, stepping into this country on the ass end of the civil rights movement. i wonder what it was like for him to hear the name emmett till for the first time. i wonder if he saw the photos.

because i already know he got the stares. and i know someone made an attempt on his life before mann co found him.

so i try to treat tavish gently.

tavish stands as a black man in a very concerning time period for black men in a universe where that wasn't even something taken into consideration because he wasn't meant to be there. tavish stands as a design choice, and not much more thought put into him past that.

but... is that almost better?

tavish unashamedly has the coolest fucking backstory known to man. tavish is magically afflicted, incredibly intelligent, known and generally beloved not only by his team but by the fandom! and he's black.

and that's... pretty fucking cool. to me.

so i like to treat tavish gently. i like to baby step him. because i don't think he really needs to be subjected to the horrors that await him outside of teufort and his home.

he can just enjoy himself. enjoy himself and make his money.

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in the mood for big boy z

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happy yaoi day to these two or smthing i like their new outfits

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I was on a bit of a Zoro kick today

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Meetings with the Decepticons are always a hoot

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In between the attempted rebirths, they meet in the corridors and pipes

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Once a son, always a son

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Summer Mission

"It said 'loves me not', Miss P!" "Yeah, if I were a flower and you plucked all my petals, I'd say the same thing."

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a headcanon that scout gets tipsy SUPER fast. He cant handle his alcohol, he just drinks his bonk all the time hehe. And demo well.. he has the highest tolerance known to man-

inspired by this one comic under the cut :D

hi :] 👋

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ELSEWHERE ON THE FIELD

scout was officially at his wit’s end.

like, officially there. officially at his limit. officially at his maximum tolerance for this team.

because this was fuckin’ ridiculous, man.

and he feels like he was begging. pleading with the team that he needed some support. that he and soldier and demo couldn't do it all. they couldn't take on nine freakin' guys alone. and he hated even admitting it, but he needs that doctor and he needed him before he's making the trip from the respawn room. because the blus have their fuckin' doctor on call. like a dog.

so where was his medic's fucking training.

and he's not trying to be an asshole to the guy. and this battle was better. he could at least pinpoint the guy. he could see the dude flying above him. sometimes with soldier, sometimes with demo, sometimes alone— he wasn't quite sure how he was doing all of that. for a moment that quick fix seemed pretty neat!

it seemed real neat until it was him, and soldier, and demo. again. on the point. alone.

and he looked around, and he started to take stock of the team around him.

he catches the glimpse of pyro beginning to beeline to the point. perfect. spy must be dead then.

he sees engineer moving his sentry up. perfect! helps to hold the point.

he knows he probably won't see snipes, but he trusts the guy. probably somewhere good. he's always somewhere good.

and he doesn't really care where the spy is. great. perfect.

so where's the big guy. he would be really nice to have on the point right now. and as the first wave of frustration washed over him, he was able to talk himself down as he took out the blu soldier. couple of lucky air shots, but it was helpful. maybe he was stuck somewhere. trapped in the firefight. just not with the soldier. he checked his watch quickly. they have to hold this point for a minute and a half. so he's got about fifteen seconds to make it to this point and make a difference. and he's got faith in that.

as a stray bullet from his counterpart grazed his side, he hissed. and he couldn't stop the second wave of frustration.

it had been about half a minute since he'd last seen the medic. and the list of people he could possibly be following has dwindled.

so where the fuck is the doctor.

"he's got to be around, lad! he's got to— duck!!" he didn't realize he said that out loud. and he dived out of the way as blue bombs struck, and stuck where they had just been standing.

and he knew their point was compromised.

the big guy would be... really. fucking. nice. right now.

so where is he.

he didn't want to call out for the doctor yet. he wasn't needed. he just wanted the comfort of a doctor on hand. and he knows doc hates when he’s called for no reason. something about panic.

he’s feeling pretty damn panicked himself.

a burn in his side caught his attention, and he yelped out as he turned towards the assault and advanced, seeing only the enemy scout’s smirk turn into a smile.

“dammit, scout, fall back! it’s a—“

okay, well he knew it was a trap now.

because that shot through his foot hurt. bad.

he told himself his foot was probably still there. he wondered why their enemy sniper sucked dick and balls at making a shot.

he remembered he was in pain as he scurried back, incidentally putting himself directly on the point. and he turned towards the open space to his right.

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

that’s the blu soldier he got his lucky shots on.

he looks mad.

and scout looked past him to see their demoman approaching behind him.

and scout was getting the heebie jeebies that there's a spy somewhere.

and that scout isn't dead. so he can't rule that risk out either.

he raised his shortstop.

got a lucky shot in.

missed the second.

so it wasn't enough.

watched a familiar blue crackle emerge from his rocket launcher as the man before him got madder.

and instinctively, he decided it wasn't his fight anymore.

not without the doctor.

not without the big guy.

and he started to backpedal as he yelled for the doctor. and as pyro passed him, he knew they were going to be too late to reflect it. so he pushed them forward as he fell back.

and he expected to fall to the ground. he really did expect to fall flat on his ass. and he assumed he would hear the death cries of his teammates before he, inevitably, joined them.

so when a hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forcibly stood him up, the first thing he actually focused in on was the sheen of the red glove, clutching to him.

"this is the wrong way, moron. get on the point!!"

he finally found the balls to face the reality he was in.

with his doctor, face hung in horror. almost... frozen in shock. and his face was bloodied. and he was disheveled. moreso than the doctor usually is during difficult battle. and maybe that was a good thing, until the doctor wiped at his face and left more blood, streaked along his jawline, sweat diluting it into streams further down his face. and scout couldn't tell if it was his blood. or if the doctor had gotten it elsewhere. he was too preoccupied with the look of terror on the doctor's face. and it was as though watching scout retreat was the straw that broke his back.

he looked like he was about to shit himself.

"doc... doc, are you alright?"

"stop staring at me—" he snarled, forcibly whipping scout around to the carnage, before scout felt a familiar heat. but it was different. he realized it then. it was different than the doctor's regular medigun. it felt like too many sweaters on a kind of day not cold enough. this felt like coals being pressed to his feet. but he couldn't help but press into the heat. feeling his heels dig into the dirt. "—find your goddamn testicles—" and in his focus, he heard it, the flick of the switch.

—and move, dog.

and any other time, scout would've had the medic's balls on a platter for that.

but he couldn't breathe.

he couldn't really think.

all he knew to do was move.

he felt like he was on fire.

he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.

and his gun was the bucket of water he kept splashing. but the water was getting everywhere.

and for a split second he thought to drink the water.

and then he remembered it was a gun.

so he just kept firing.

and firing.

and firing.

and eventually the noises stopped.

and he and the doctor stood. huffing and panting. frozen, like deer. waiting for the next hunter.

and they slowly crumbled to their knees at the lack of it.

scout turned to the doctor, slowly. he didn't want to bring attention to the fact he was about to interact with the doctor.

but he didn't have the time before he heard the distinct sound of bile as the doctor doubled over, emptying the meager contents of his stomach on the point.

scout would definitely prefer that over the doctor shitting himself.

and before he could move, pyro jogged over, giving the doctor a couple rough pats on the back.

and then pyro turned to scout.

and scout made wary eye contact.

pyro knew that scout pushed them to their assumed death. he could tell by the way they gestured at the control point, and threw their hands up in confusion. or irritation. hard to tell. either way, scout got the message.

he bailed, and pyro should've died.

and it's a very lucky shot that they made it through.

but, as the doctor caught his breath, and pyro stood amongst the two, scout couldn't help but laugh. quietly, at first. before just starting to laugh. and his teammates joined. quietly, tiredly, but with the hums of victory. and the scout, and the medic, slowly rose to their feet.

"you two saved my fuckin' ass." pyro didn't move from their defensive stance, but did offer their thumb, turned upwards.

"part of the job."

"i hate that fuckin' medigun, by the way."

"it's been a struggle to appreciate the perks."

"how much time we got left to stand here, doc?"

a quick check of his wristwatch.

"...forty seconds."

"be honest. you think we can do it?"

and a second or two of silence, before the doctor replied with a light smile.

"...yes. i think we could."

and movement caught both of their eyes, as they drew their weapons, ready for whatever may await them from the blu team.

and they were pleasantly surprised, at first, to see heavy and soldier casually rounding the corner.

"oh, thank god, you're alive— where the fuck have you two been?!"

and they looked at each other, a noted spark in their eyes slowly dimming as they looked back at their team. though their own little smiles of satisfaction, of the blood soaked through their clothes, and spattered on their faces, they responded in unison.

"spawn camping."

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Flashfire pretty pleeeaaasseee 🥺👉👈

Done and dusted!!

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