#tf2 / mentioned towards the end

[eumetopia]

was talking about demo and then started getting angry because i was alone with my thoughts sorry my friends

as much as i love the comics i really do find myself getting angry that demo was essentially relegated to a joke character or even just a side character pretty much immediately from the get-go. the fact that there was the perfect set up to actually look into him potentially breaking out of the systemic abuse his family history is marred by (the abandonment + forced trauma and grief from killing your adoptive parents literally being a Rite Of Passage, the overworking, not to mention tillys consistent emotional (and physical, if her hitting him with her cane is anything to go by) abuse towards him) and maybe finding a path for himself outside of all that, or just finding a place for himself that doesn't demand he dehumanize and harm himself to be deemed "good" or "worthy". but then from the jump it's Oh haha he can't properly digest food anymore because he's drunk all the time! he got FAT because he was unemployed isn't that sooo funny. and then at the end he just shows up to the christmas party with his mom (who we have no reason to assume changed At All, by the way), and no real hint of any interiority or complexity for him beyond that. and its like what the fuck.

and i know it's meant to be a funny comic, given the fact that tf2's humor is integral to its identity as a game and franchise overall. in fact it's one of my favorite parts of the whole shebang! but like. they could have still found a way to make it Not jokes all the way down i think. at the very least they could've had him not show up to the epilogue where it's implied everyone is way happier with the woman who has subjugated and abused him his entire life. i dunno

[paninicupcakke]

Tf2 headcanon🎵💿

Characters: Pyro, Scout, Medic & Heavy

🎧(Modern AU / modern tech AU) 💻

HC: Pyro, Scout & Medic listen to kpop & jpop

💿 More details for AU down below 💿

🎧

Scout - This young man is full of paranoia, guilt and shame. He is desperately afraid of the whole team finding out he secretly enjoys listening to such girly and cheesy music. At first, it started out with Pyro pestering/asking him to learn this one, simple kpop dance routine with him. He begrudgingly agreed to do so and ends up fully enjoying the dancing and lyricism. It inevitably spirals into a hyper fixation of his. Going as far as to locking his bedroom door and shutting off the lights in order to fully research and find out the groups he enjoys listening to. He is mostly a fan of girl groups but he does listen to a couple of select boy groups. This man has a hidden metal lunchbox full of kpop CD’s, trading cards and folded up posters. He keeps it buried underground in a secret spot of his outside. Scout is the type to openly hate and insult the genre of music whenever it’s mentioned, in hopes none of his teammate’s find out he secretly adores listening to it.

Pyro - Pyro is the exact opposite of Scout. He feels no shame. He is the type of fan to have a blinged out photo card on the back of his phone case. Pyro owns a lot of merchandise, from decorated binders full of photo cards to a collection of light sticks. He also has several posters of kpop & jpop girl groups on the wall of his bedroom. He leans more towards the catchy, bubblegum songs with adorable aesthetic concepts. Pyro often gravitates more towards girl groups but he adores the few boy groups that lean more feminine. Pyro has a very good friendship with Medic, they both bond over music frequently. Regardless of being an unapologetic fan, he understands the harassment and ridicule of being so open about liking the genre. Therefore, he doesn’t go around telling the rest of the team that his two friends also like listening to it. It’s only in private where he can fully bond over the music with Medic and eventually Scout.

Medic - Medic is also a reclusive and underground fan. He refuses to speak about the genre. Whenever the genre is brought up in a conversation with his team, he professionally acts as if he has no idea what it is. Working in a hyper masculine environment encourages him to keep it a secret amongst most of his team. He listens to both girl & boy groups equally, often leaning more towards the eery and sad songs within the genre. Medic often sneaks out of the base to meet up with Pyro. Joining together in an abandoned warehouse to practice dance routines together. Medic uses this secluded space to mingle with Pyro freely with no judgement. It is also a spacious area to display his own secret collection of merch.

Heavy - Heavy plays an interesting “guardian” like role within this small group of music nerds. He is not an avid listener to either genre but he does catch himself humming to a couple of songs occasionally. He is the only person trusted with the doctor’s vast and hidden music tastes. If the other mercenaries start to become suspicious of Medic, Heavy often makes up excuses for the doctor sneaking out of the base. Going as far as to guarding the outside of the abandoned warehouse Pyro and Medic both like to dance in. Heavy feels the need to protect his dear friend’s secret space. He respects both Medic and Scout’s need for their reclusive privacy. However, he is often left confused and unable to understand why a genre of music was something to be so ashamed of. Regardless, he continues to keep their adoration for the music a secret amongst the rest of the team.

🎵Secret Fan Club🎵

-Inevitably, Scout becomes suspicious and finds out about this abandoned warehouse. AKA: Pyro and Medic’s secret fan club. He manages to sneak his way around Heavy guarding the outside. Once breaking inside through the roof, Medic and Pyro immediately catch him. They both restrain and threaten him to keep his mouth shut. They both automatically assume Scout is nothing but a loudmouth, hateful threat. Medic and Pyro’s biggest fear is for the rest of the team to find their secluded space. Deeply afraid of their teammate’s destroying it with their brutish filth. Surprisingly, Scout sheepishly admits he enjoys the music genre. Asking them if he can join in on their secluded fun. At first Pyro is taken back but soon welcomes Scout with open arms. However, Medic is still suspicious of Scout’s intentions. Silently ordering Heavy to keep an eye on him, just in case he happens to be a Spy or a traitor in some way.

-Once tensions die down, all three of them become close friends. Wether it be learning new dance routines or having listening parties of album releases, these three are locked into their fantasy world of forbidden music. The abandoned warehouse soon becomes their own personal club and dance studio. From the outside, it appears to be a typical building used for nothing but wooden crates and equipment storage. On the inside, it was decorated with nothing but pastel streamers and cute decor. Each mercenary having their own comfy decorated corner of the warehouse.

-Scout finally has a place to display his hidden merch.

-Medic finally has a place to decompress from work.

-Pyro finally has a place to dance and chat with his teammate’s freely.

-Heavy simply enjoys peaking inside once in a while and watching them laugh, mingle and dance together. He especially likes watching Medic teach the other two such intricate and occasionally risqué dance routines. He also has a habit of sneaking in various snacks and drinks for all of them.

[h0rnyh0rr0rs]

PROMPT 36 from this post (not my prompt post//not my header image either) requested by anon!

Tf2 Medic x reader (NSFW)

—reblogs (not repostings) are always welcome on my content :) —

,,You’re Mine.”

Synopsis: Medic and Reader have the base to themselves for the evening, more or less :)

Content: neutral reader, I tried to keep anatomy and pet names neutral, bondage, teasing, accidental exhibitionism toward the end (scout mention).

Word count: ~1,6k

You shivered as the cold air of the infirmary left your skin prickling, despite the thin layer of sweat beginning to cover it. Your back stuck to the examination table you were currently tied down to, wrists at either side of your head, legs spread open as Medic leaned between them. It felt like he’d been teasing you for hours already, as he kissed along your thighs, only barely tracing his fingers along where you wanted them most.

,,You’re just trembling, Liebchen,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, though you couldn’t move enough to face him. ,,Or perhaps I’ve been neglecting you? A bit sensitive, are we?”

He stood to lean over you, leaving kisses along your ribs and running his hands over the straps keeping your thighs in place- tight enough to squeeze though not so much as to cut off circulation. You couldn’t help the quiet sigh of frustration as his warm hands moved away from your sex as it ached with need. You flushed as your felt him smile against your skin, laughing slightly.

,,Patience, love, it’s not every night we’re given so much time to enjoy each other like this!”

It was true- the rest of the team had gone out to a pub in town to celebrate the week’s victories. You two had stayed back to take advantage of having the base to yourselves.

He stood back up, coming around to stand beside you at the table, smiling down at you as you shook and strained slightly against the straps holding you in place. Having him tease you like this, while you could nothing but watch, and wait, and endure, it was driving you crazy. It was only amplified by the fact that he was still nearly fully clothed, only his coat had been discarded, and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. You needed more of him.

He ran a hand back down your thigh as the other rested against your flushed cheek, before tangling in your hair. You nearly bucked into his hand as it moved to finally cup over your sex, so close but still denying you what you so desperately craved. Sadly, the straps held you firmly against the table as you twitched.

,,Yes, I suppose I have neglected you, Schatz. Look at how desperate you are, and I’ve barely touched you, poor thing,” his voice dripped with false sympathy as he kissed your forehead. He hovered there a moment as he teased your entrance, tracing circles without applying enough pressure to push in.

,,Ja, mein Schatz. All mine for the evening,” his breath hit your ear as he leaned down, running his lips along your neck. You jumped slightly as you felt him nip at your throat. ,,I want to hear you say it, Schatz. Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasised the order with a particularly rough circled pressed around your entrance, making you yelp, though he kept his voice light.

,,Yours! I’m yours, please-” you were aching for him to take you, you needed him to fill you. Desperate for more than the barely-friction he’d been giving you.

,,Perfekt, just like that, Liebling,” slowly, torturously slowly, he pushed a finger into you as he kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving tiny bruises over your collar bones with his teeth. You let out a shaky sigh as he began to quicken his pace, soon adding a second finger to pump in and out of you.

You moaned as he suddenly curled his fingers, only to be cut off by his lips over yours. He moved his free hand to grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he groaned, feeling you clench around his fingers.

After a moment he pulled away, biting your lip softly. You whined as he pulled his fingers from you. He grinned down at you, looking slightly disheveled himself now.

,,Patience, I said, Schatz.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead as he loosened the straps that kept your arms in place. He didn’t release you, though you could now pull them down a bit from the edge of the table anyway.

He moved back towards the opposite end of the table, undoing the straps over your thighs, kissing the red indents they’d left before pulling you roughly towards him by your hips. He chuckled softly at the startled gasp that left you as he did.

,,I think you’re prepared enough for me now, ja, Liebling?”

You nodded enthusiastically, well, as much as the metal table that your skull rested against would allow. ,,Yes, please! Please fuck me,” you almost wanted to feel bashful, hearing the need in your voice. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much, as anticipation clouded your mind.

You heard him unzip his fly as he continued to stroke your thigh with his free hand. You sighed as you felt his head pressing against your entrance, just resting there, finally freed from the taught tent of his pants.

,,I want to hear you say it again, Schatz. Tell me how you’re mine.” He moved his hand to squeeze your hip, as the other stroked his shaft, having set a small bottle of lube on the cart beside the table.

,,Yes, I’m yours! All yours, please, Medic!”

,,Please what, Liebling?”

His teasing never took you by surprise, but it frustrated you to no end.

,,Just fuck me, please, I need to feel you!”

,,Of course, Schatz,” he gripped your hips harshly and suddenly slammed into you, making you scream, from both the stretch and the pleasure you’d finally been allowed. Thankfully you were well stretched and lubed enough that it hadn’t hurt too much, just enough to leave you breathless as you waited for him to move.

,,Oh, how I love the sounds you make for me, my dear,” he gripped your hips, likely leaving faint bruises as he did, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips foreward and bottoming out into you. ,,Just for me. Though I think you can be louder than that, ja?”

He pulled out nearly all the way, before hilting in you again, drawing a shaky moan from you as you felt your eyes rolled. It went on this way for a while, a rough though slow pace, quickly leaving your voice hoarse from the whines and moans that he pulled from you.

,,F-faster, please, Medic…” you could only barely put the words together in the quiet plea, head foggy with need.

He smirked, lifting your hips from the table as he quickened his pace, slamming into you against the table. Having nothing else within your limited reach, your fingers gripped your hair, as you felt your climax approaching, hard and fast. It seemd Medic could tell as much as well, as he changed his angle to hit inside you just perfectly, making you cry out as your orgasm tore through you.

You could feel his pace begin to stutter as his own climax drew near. He thrust into you a few more times before he finished, panting slightly as he pulled your hips off of him. He leaned down to kiss the inside of your thighs as you recovered.

It was at that moment the doors to the infirmary slammed open, breaking you both out of your post-orgasm fog.

,,Hey, doc, I saw the lights were on and I- oh-”

,,Out!”

Scout left as quickly as he’d come in. You couldn’t see much with your limited movement, though with the straps being loosened you could sit up just enough to see the bit of blood that had been left on the door handle.

With a sigh, Medic stood back up and began to remove your restraints completely.

,,I should probably take care of whatever that was. Why don’t you wait for me in the bedroom, Liebling?”

He helped you down from the table, rubbing your wrist gingerly over the red marks the straps had left.

You nodded and grabbed your clothes from his desk, quickly making for the door taht led to his private quarters.

It was a bit jarring, though it was hardly the first time the two of you had been interrupted by a teammate- it was part of why nights when the two of you had the base to yourselves were so drawn out, to get the most out of them. Scout must’ve gotten into a fight or something in town, to be back so early and bleeding. Or maybe the two of you had also simply lost track of time.

You cleaned yourself off a bit, before changing into your bedclothes and settling down to wait for Medic to get back.

You found yourself absently tracing your fingers over the marks the staps had left across your body, where they’d held you. They crisscrossed over your thighs, your wrists and forearms, even one across your upper chest, bellow your clavicle.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting worked up all over again, a hand running down to stroke between your legs as the other traced the reddened, indented texture of your flesh. You leaned back into the mattress, closing your eyes as you sighed, the knot in your gut steadily tightening.

You weren’t sure how much time had gone by, when you were startled out of your quiet by a hand gently taking your wrist. Apparently whatever Scout had needed didn’t take Medic very long to sort out.

,,Already ready for another round?” He sat down beside you on the bed, propping himself up with his free hand as he moved the other to rest at the crux of your thigh, just next to where you had been stimulating yourself. ,,and starting without me, how naughty, Schatz.”

[yanderes-galore]

TF2 Prompt

Yan!Romantic Demoman with GN!Darling, who is kidnapped by him

27.) "Our aniversary is coming up... it's been 2 years now...!"

From your prompt set

Sure! Demoman color not specified so it's general.

Yandere! Demoman Prompt 27

"Our aniversary is coming up... it's been 2 years now...!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Post-Kidnapping plot, Stockholm syndrome implied, Manipulation, Mentioned past restraints, Past violence implication (Not towards you), Slight spice, Dubious relationship.

"Our aniversary is coming up... it's been two years now...!"

Those words strike a certain fear in your gut. You guess the fear would've been stronger two years ago. However... now it's just a dull pang, a feeling that just brings up memories.

Most of your fight has left you. You should be happy, shouldn't you? You live in a mansion... with a man who would do nearly anything for you.

Such as kill those around you... and kidnap you....

You nearly don't believe the words Tavish spills as he slumps over you in bed, squeezing you tight. Has it really been two years? You've been a prisoner for two years?

Are you... even really a prisoner now? He lets you roam the large mansion, he spoils you.... Tavish does treat you right....

Yet part of you still yearns for the life you once had.

The thought makes you sad as you stare out the window, the sun shining upon you on the bed you share with Tavish. Tavish, said man who brought this new life to you, snuggles closer and kisses your neck softly. The gestures makes your heart flutter for a moment.

Are you... a prisoner?

"Such an exciting milestone, isn't it, love?" Tavish whispers, smiling against your skin. "We've both come so far."

By that he's most likely referring to you fighting him years before. When you tried to escape. When he had to chain you to keep you in line....

But now you're so obedient. Now you roam beside him like a spouse should. You give into every touch and don't leave the house.

To reward such behavior... you're spoiled.

His cute little house spouse that he gets to wake up to every morning.

You nod in response to his praise and press yourself closer to him. He takes it as an invitation to turn you around and kiss you. When he pulls away, his eyes are full of love.

"I'd do just about anything for you..." Tavish purrs. "On our anniversary I want to treat you."

A foolish thought would be him letting you outside. The thought seems too good to be true. You may be well behaved... but you doubt he'll let you out

Plus... outside is scary, isn't it?

"What did you have in mind?" You ask as Tavish kisses your forehead.

"A date... maybe some drinks... dinner... pleasing you...." Tavish lists off, smirking playfully at the last bit as he taps your thigh.

Your cheeks flush at the implication, causing you to hide in his chest. Tavish laughs softly before wrapping his arms tightly around you. You listen softly to his heart... and the birds outside.

You wonder which you love more...

The warm sound of him... or the outside seemingly calling you...

You doubt you can have both.

"I don't want moments like this to end." Tavish thinks aloud as he looks down at your sleepy form. "But, if we're going to make plans, then we should get up."

With a groan you allow him to let you go. Tavish sits up and gets himself dressed and ready for the day. Yet you remain in bed... watching outside.

When was the last time you were out there? Free like the birds chirping? Was it really two years ago?

Two years....

The thought echoes in your mind. You space out as you sit up, staring through the curtains. You live a life of luxury now... aren't you happy?

As if sensing your thoughts, Tavish closes the curtains. Your view to the outside is blocked suddenly. All that greets your vision... is him.

It's always been him.

"Doing okay, love?" Tavish asks, concern on his face as you snap out of your thoughts.

"Yeah...." You respond, pleasing Tavish.

"How about I help you get ready?" Tavish asks. Nearly robotically, you accept. It's not like you can't get ready yourself... right?

All of your thoughts sit heavy in your head. You really can't do anything without him now, can you? Tavish is your life now....

Was this a good trade? Your freedom and the outside world for Tavish and luxury? The thought makes your head spin....

So why think?

All you should focus on is Tavish, your love. You should be happy. If anything... taking you in was a blessing, he's saved you. You don't even need to lift a finger now!

So... you cast away your bittersweet thoughts of the outside... you decide to shove away your past... you should be happy.

After all... it's your anniversary, right?

[tf2thoughtdump]

TF2 Fic of the Day

OC Included? No.

Characters Used? Spy, color not specified.

Word Count? 753

TWs? None, should be all fine.

You're free to use any fic of mine in any form of media you make.

TL;DR: Reader just came from a failed interview for a new office job, but unfortunately it started raining and they didn’t bring an umbrella, as it was previously sunny. Cue, reader getting absolutely soaked and Spy using his absolute French rizz (I hate myself). Anyways, look out for my comma obsession. I went crazy this time.

I made up my own name for Spy on this one.

Mini-French glossary for Spy at the bottom. Readers gender is not specifically stated(from what I know, feel free to correct me) but written to be wearing heels, so do with that what you wish.

Of course. It had to rain. You just left your interview, which went as smoothly as it could, and now it’s RAINING. And why would you have an umbrella with you? Because it always seems like you’re the target of bad luck! Sighing, you rush out into the rain and down the street towards your apartment, which was a little ways from the office building. You tried your best not to run though, since you had heels on and… it was wet. Obviously. Why couldn’t things just go your way for once?

You sighed as you stepped to the crosswalk next to a man under an umbrella. Cars passed and you watched as the man pressed the button, “Wait.” Yeah, no shit, what else am I gonna do?

You shivered, watching car after car drive past. Noticing your wet clothes, the stranger next to you shifted closer as he moved his umbrella to his left hand. The rain stopped above you in a soft pattern of thumps on the fabric. “Thank you..” You muttered to the man, noticing now his greying, slicked-back hair. He nodded, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. “Do not mention it, chérie. I’m pleased to help.” He responded in his thick, French accent as he walked you across once the stupid, automated voice had let you know. Such a gentleman! Is what you would’ve thought if the man’s cigarette wasn’t fighting with his cologne to assault your senses. You looked down at his suit, raising a brow. So fancy… “What’s the suit for? Interview?” “No, just my fashion.” You noticed that as you continued walking down the direction towards your apartment, he followed to keep you under the umbrella.

He turned his head to examine your outfit. A professional looking, button up tucked into a pair of black pants. “Did you come from an interview?” Oh Jesus. You sighed and leaned your head back slightly in annoyance. “Yeah, but… it didn’t go as well as I thought it was. I made a total ass of myself! I’m SO fucking embarrassed. And I’m living in a crappy apartment with a noisy neighbor so that screwed up my morning.” You immediately began, before shutting yourself up when you realized you were saying too much. He just wanted to know if you came from an interview, not your whole life’s story. “Sorry.. just pissed today.” “Nonsense. You deserve to be mad. I bet you that company will go down in flames without you, mon cher.”

You raised a brow at this, unsure of how to respond before a laugh creeped up on your lips. “You think so, huh? I guess they did lose the chance of a damn good employee.” You said proudly, while nearing your apartment. It was nice having someone do something like this for you.. a shame it had to come to an end. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked up your steps, the man still following you as the entrance to your complex didn’t have an awning over the door. “Well… thanks for walking with me. I’d give you a hug but I don’t want to get your fancy suit wet.” You said softly with a smile before shaking off your hand and holding it out. It took him a minute, but a gloved hand met yours as the gentlemen brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss to it. Your eyes widened, and your smile did too. “It was lovely being in the presence of such a beautiful creature. Prends soin de toi.”

“U-uh.. y-yeah! You-..you too.” You fumbled while reaching back to open the door, failing in the process before finally grabbing the hold of the handle and walking in. You turned around momentarily and watched as the man lumbered off, his cigarette back in his mouth and his umbrella leaning on his shoulder. You sighed softly before cleaning your hand, feeling something crumple. Looking down…

Did he slip you an extra cigarette?

Wait. You turned it slightly, noticing something written in sharpie.

DID HE JUST SLIP YOU HIS PHONE NUMBER?!

Never once in your life did you think a man could get even more dreamy than he already was. When the hell did he have the time to give you his number?

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx - jacque laurent’

Jacque? How sophisticated, you thought.

How….

French.

You tested the name on your lips in a small murmur and it felt like an hour you stared at that paper, contemplating the name.

…

Yeah, you could moan it.

Glossary:

Chérie - Dear

Mon cher - My dear

Prends soin de toi - Take care of yourself

[just-mebs]

I' ve seen you mention the trans fetish thing a few times now can you fill a guy in por favor

I'm feeling fairly violent recently so I'll bite. The guy has me blocked and if any of his friends wanna come around again then they can choke for all I care [under the cut bc this got long]

About 2 (??) years ago when I was more active in the tf2 fandom, I made a lot of SFMs and posted them regularly. At some point I started making nsft ones and posting them on twitter where I would promote them here since I had 0 followers on twitter at the time.

Things started to go down after i posted my second one - read that again: my SECOND one. It was a DemoSpy piece where Spy was depicted as a trans man. (The first one, by the way, was a HeavyScout where you couldn't even see Scout's junk so its not like I was making/posting copious amounts of these or that I was only making trans porn).

So yeah. I make the DemoSpy piece. I share it here but in order to see it you had to go to twitter to see the full image. A few people reblogged it but nothing crazy. After a few days I got a message from someone saying that [blog] was posting about me and calling me a trans fetishist.

Now, I had been a follower of [blog] for a while at this point. Never interacted beyond reblogging/liking some posts but I was a fan for the most part, so I was a bit upset by this so I reached out to them because I didn't understand what was happening/why they would say that considering we had NEVER talked at that point.

Like how can you look at ONE (1) image depicting a character as trans and just assume that the artist - WHO IS OPENLY A TRANS GUY HIMSELF - is a FETISHIST. Like WOOO baby I don't know how to tell you this but you have so much internalized transphobia lets make that clear.

And to be clear: if he just didn't like seeing that kind of content that was fair. I believe in blocking generously. What I DON'T believe in is calling someone stuff like just because you don't like their content.

Anyway, so I talked to him. He doubled down on me being a fetishist because I (a trans guy) made Spy a trans guy and a bottom.

(I'm also a bottom ??? Which you guys don't need to know but also its like ?? So am I fethisizing myself beucase I'm both a trans guy AND a bottom??? Like there is 0 actual thought here. If you equate being a bottom to being "the girl" you're actually just both homophobic and transphobic)

I got really upset (who wouldn't), though mostly because for ME depicting characters I love as being like me actually made me love my body for the first time since I transitioned so now all that self-love I was feeling was dead and I haven't recovered despite this being 2 years ago <33

Trying to wrap this up: I ended up purging all/most of my posts and wiping my twit because I was so overwhelming and made to feel disgusting. A few people that were [blog]'s friends started harassing me over everything and I made a post on twitter saying that I wasn't going to post anymore and someone from there decided to come here and send [blog] a bunch of hate (I genuinely don't know who it was and no one I asked owned up to it but now thinking about it I think I know who it was and I don't associate with that person anymore so eh) which only made me get a bunch more harassment.

Anyway I blocked him and all of his friends that I knew and this was essentially the beginning of the end of me being in the TF2 fandom </3 everyday I wish ill will towards him and everyone associated with him <333

obv I'm not going to share his @ but if you know who I'm talking about leave him alone he's literally not worth the effort.

[sonyanightmare]

This is a multi-fandom story I been working on and off on for a long ass time lmao!

But if your interested in me writing more of it, lmk pls, the encouragement helps a lotttt

(Things that are highlighted are mostly for myself to help keep in mind of the timeline and when/where certain events happen but yous can go by them too if yall want)

-Btw none of these images belong to me, credits go to original creators/artists-

Immortality vs Love: Which do You Choose

Keep in mind about the timeline era

Team Fortress 2 takes place in 1968, and the storyline extends up to 1972.

Cold War: March 12, 1947 – December 26, 1991

Tf2 started and ended in the middle of the Cold War according to the actual historical event and the game itself: TF2 official comics help know what happens

Random storyOc x Sniper           +18 content: includes possible sexual themes, detailed gore, etc., multi-alternate universe crossovers (cringe-worthy)

!Read at your own risk!

(most likely going to be an unfinished story anyway, haha)

More research to one of few of my main OC story timelines where she takes place during the Vietnam War/Cold War, so that some characters will come from the Call of Duty franchise, specifically the Cold War.

• TF2: 1968-1972

• Historical Vietnam War & Cold War: Vietnam; 1955-1972 CW; 1947-1991

• Call of Duty Cold War/Vietnam War: 1968(during both wars)-1980s (atomic Bomb tensions) might be mentioned

Love Over Immortality

“Ya bloody wanka!” Sniper had woken up from his nap to the feeling of his hat being taken off his face, where he had placed it to shield any possible shine from the afternoon sun.

The Aussie should have known better, for the only woman on their team would always do something like this to the Marksman. She and the Sniper were close, though their bond was so tight the rest of the Mercenaries were getting irritated that neither of the two made a move. It was obvious that they liked each other but damn the annoyance that the team even tried to help them get together, from leaving the two alone at the base while the rest went into town to mixing up their sitting spots at the dinner table so that they were sitting next to each other. But enough about the impossible couple to happen.

The woman that caught the Assassin’s heart was Sonya Nightmare, and it’s now the second year she has been with the R.E.D team. The team is close to her, although the team doesn’t know her painful past and secrets. They were so close to her, yet they knew little to nothing about her. That doesn’t stop her from enjoying as much time with them as their mortal lives will allow.

Sniper had gotten up from the chair he was napping on as he saw Sonya look at him with that adoring smile as she placed her free hand on the wall side where a door could be. With the other hand that held his hat, she teasingly shook it behind her back as she turned the corner and ran, hearing the familiar sound of boots clicking the wooden floor as they ran towards her, not even close to catching up with her. She giggled the whole way, turning corners sharply as she let Sniper catch up to her now and then, looking back to see a tripping friend trying to do those sharp turns. This continued until she arrived at the destination of her choice; it was Snipers’ tower. Sonya thinks she has lost Sniper, so she climbs the ladder to try and hide her cornered self. But the sound of those boots was getting louder and louder. She backed up as much as possible, hitting her back on the small table in the shadowy corner.

The window nearby may be boarded, but it gave off enough lighting in the room to see a possible shadow below if the sun was high enough. The Sniping from the window was perfect from enemy fire. But the two were in danger because they ran outside the base and into the battlefield, on their side at least; who knows if neither their Spy nor the B.L.U enemy Spy was near.

Sniper finally made it up the ladder, plastering a playful but sinister grin on his handsome face. Sonya played around with her bottom lip as she giggled with a speck of pink that was dusted on her face. His forehead was littered with scraps of sweat, and his breath was raspy; he must have been exhausted chasing her throughout R.E.D’s side of the battlefield.

“You’re a real pain in me arse, love.” Sniper led out a breathy response as he walked long strides toward Sonya. Biting her bottom lip with a smirk, she backs up as much as she can, hat still in both hands behind her back.

“Am I too much for you to handle, Mundy sir?” 

“Ya know bloody well you are, Shelia.” Sniper was almost chest-to-chest with Sonya, her question lingering in their small space. Standing straight, Sonya was only an inch or two shorter than him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he tried to distract her by leaning dangerously close to her face. She’s seen this trick before and got out of the mini trap she was in, and the marksman was playing a game of ‘try and catch me as the long-haired woman and himself chased each other around the sniper towers’ space. Finally, Sniper caught her and pinned her to the boarded window, not realizing their position.

Mundy had pinned Sonya’s wrists with the left on top of her left and his right on top of her right, his chest touching her slightly arched back, and his private area sat firmly on her curvy bottom. Sonya’s hitched voice made him realize their awkward position, but he didn’t say a word to her. They looked at each other for a moment, Sonya breaking contact first as she quickly looked down, then back to him, then to his slightly chapped, parted lips. Without warning, Sonya arched her back, pressed her firm ass more onto his pelvis, and started to grind slowly and roughly. Letting out a deep breathy grunt, Sniper began to do the same and pressed up against her body. Both let out occasional moans as the man rested his head on her shoulder; neither looked at the other as they started getting rougher in their grinding. Mundy let go of one of her wrists and placed his now free hand firmly on her hips, Sonya reaching around and holding his neck as she leaned back and went directly onto his ear, letting him hear her delicate moans more clearly.

Mundy then let go of her other wrist and onto the other side of her hips, forcing her to grind more. Mundy started to lightly kiss and lick at her neck and earlobe, causing her to let out more shaky breaths and moans and hold onto one of his hands that grabbed her hips, dropping the hat. He made Sonya turn relatively fast, almost impatient. He lifted her, her back against the boarded windows, and they continued to grind on each other, a prominent bulge causing friction between the two of them, creating a symphony of moans. Their faces were close, but neither pulled the other closer, letting their hot breaths run all over their flushed faces. Sonya grabbed Mundy’s vest and pulled it off him as he carried her to the small table not far from them. Sonya was laid out for him as they grew closer to one another’s faces; her struggle with his belt left him in a breathy laugh, and he started to take it off. The belt was off, and the pants were loose enough on him that they were beginning to slide the faster they ground. Sonya grabbed the sides of his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her, and they could not stop staring into each other’s eyes. As Sonya was about to pull him in for a kiss, they were interrupted by none other than the Engineer himself.

“Sniper Sonya, y'all up there?” Mundy almost ignored him and was about to kiss her, but she stopped him by placing a singular finger on his lips. He knew Sonya was too kind-hearted towards the Texan to ignore.

“Y-yeah, we are Dell. We’ll be down in a moment.”

“Alrigh’ then darlin’. All I wanted was to know ‘cause dinner’s ready.” The sound of his boots distancing from the two started to fade.

“Bloody hell Sonya, that was too close. I’m sorry, love.” Mundy finally spoke as he grabbed his belt, then the vest and hat.

“Oh, do not worry yourself, Mundy. It will pass by momentarily, so do not be so paranoid.” Mundy was confused as he watched her fix her silky, smooth black hair and set her kimono. She had already finished going down the ladder as she waited for Mundy. Once he was down, they started walking towards the home base as they walked and chatted the whole way to Dell’s delicious dinner.

Sonya had always been such a mystery to Mundy, the whole R.E.D and B.L.U teams. Coming to the hidden base in the mountains without a record of any sort, she’s a ghost to them. All the team knows they are the slight hints she says in her stories or when she was a part of some critical and dangerous military group (must be Special Forces, they all thought). Spy could not find even her military records, nothing under a Codename Altair or her actual name, anything! All the Frenchman found were photos willingly taken with a specified group, the time during Vietnam, but that war is still ongoing. Even if they have a lead from Spy, how would they know where to look for one of these two men? One looked rough and beaten but still could kill, and the other, despite all the cuts and dirt, had slick black hair with the eyes of a sharpshooter. Only one person knows, and she sits right next to their Marksman at the dinner table.

Dated flashback; 2 years, seven months ago

Day 1 at R.E.D

The car ride to base was quiet, even a little too soft for Ms. Pauling's taste. Now and then, Ms. Pauling would look from her driver’s seat to the woman in the passenger's seat, wondering if she should say anything. Being a woman experimenting with relationships, she wasn’t sure if what she was feeling towards the woman in the kimono was a little crush or something else. Ms. Pauling wasn’t sure what her increasing heartbeat was from, to begin with, not from the tense atmosphere or from the attractive woman that sat next to her.

“So, Ms. Pauling.” Sonya started, breaking the silence.

“Oh, uh, yes, dear?”

“What is the team like?” Sonya turned her head from the window to look at the woman in purple.

“Well, from what you told me, you’re used to being the only woman on a team, right? So this is a mercenary group of men.” 

“Hmm, so nothing new I have to worry about then,” Sonya said, smiling kindly toward Ms. Pauling.

When the woman in the driver’s seat looked at Sonya, she couldn’t help but blush at how kind she was, especially when she smiled so nicely.

The drive was quiet as it was long, and even the small conversations were still awkward, but it helped the two become closer, hopefully in a future friendship.

“So, Ms. Pauling.” Sonya started as she looked over at the woman in purple.

“A-ah er, yes, what it is?” Ms. Pauling responded, looking at her with a smile and then back on the road, awaiting her question.

“What are these men like, might I ask?” Sonya questioned, looking outside through the driver’s seat window to avoid the awkward silence lingering in the vehicle.

“Well, most are foreign men. I should warn you if the accents are too much-” Ms. Pauling started ”-One comes from Russia, the deep snowy mountains; one’s a German medical scientist; one comes from Boston, the marksmen come from Australia, and the last is a french man who’s stealth is as skilled as his flirts for women -womanizer- that you should try and avoid, in my opinion.”

“Ah. A German Scientist and a French Spy?” Sonya sounded irritated and almost displeased when she looked at the woman in the passenger seat.

“Well, the German is nice, but he is sorta out of it- a psycho when on the battlefield, and the French man, he’s known for his actual skilled fighting compared to the others, and he can make you fall for such careless charms so please be careful around that one.” Ms. Pauling answered, sounding worried near the end.

Sonya smirked at the thought, “Oh, Ms. Pauling, please, I don’t fall for careless charms and those trying to earn my hand. Besides, you know very little about me; you have no idea what I’m capable of...”

_____

When the two arrived at the base, Ms. Pauling pulled their little truck into a small but perfect spot in the shade of the trees around them; Soya was greeted with the fog-like aura of nature. The sun settled low enough that the bottom barely grazed the distant mountains. The slight squeak of the car as the truck door reared opened and finally stepped out for a well-deserved stretch of relief. This base location was very different from the desert Valley one Sonya was for sure going to until he met with Ms. Pauling. 'Hardwood' was this locations name. It was a nice area, and Sonya was most for sure going to enjoy this future battlefield experience.

"Hopefully the team is waiting behind the volt doors for us; as I made it clear to them, by calling twice yesterday, they should be eager to introduce themselves to you." Ms. Pauling sounded a bit agitated at the 'calling twice' part.

'Must be something that happens often,' Sonya thought holding back a chuckle as she followed behind the woman in purple.

___

"Agh! How long we gotta wait for Pauling to get 'ere, huh?" Scout was walking around, waiting impatiently for the two to show up.

Spy then sighed in annoyance and shook his head, leaning against the wall a freshly lit cigarette rested between his lips. Medic was seated on the couch trying to ignore the Boston man as well. Heavy was with Pyro, Demo, and Engineer in the kitchen helping set up a small variety of the food presentable for their new addition to the team. And the only other member of the team was most likely hiding away in his camper or room within the base that he basically never uses coincidentally right next door to the room their new Mercenary will be sleeping in. We'll not for a long while for the poor quarters is still under deep cleaning of useless stored items and decor, trying to find somewhere to put these items at.

"Zhe more jou complain, nerviges kind, Zhe more agitating jou get Scout." Medic was finally able to speak up after trying to make sure what he was going to say to their newbie about sleeping arrangements. He had the small Hospital beds in the Med Bay, he just hopes that will do for now.

"Well, what 're ya gonna do about it, huh, doc?" Scout taunted, spreading his arms out in a 'come at me stance' towards the German.

"Zhat's it!" Medic grabbed his bonesaw not far from where he stood and started at the Boston.

Scout was running and tripping around the room, dodging a few of Medic's swings and managed to trip just out side the exit area and startled the two women, Scout almost hitting at the bottom of Sonya's Kimono.

Sonya instinctively moved in front of Ms. Pauling blocking the commotion but nothing of danger happened other than the Boston man grunting on the floor from the impact.

Oks das it lol 🤷🏽‍♀️🙃😂🖤

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: BLU Soldier/RED Soldier - You Look Like Me

Summary: holiday related crossfaction shippy something: both teams at a mandatory joint Christmas party. Amidst the trying (or not trying) to not end the night with everyone in respawn*, one of the classes hits it off surprising well with his counterpart.

*so what if the higher ups are hoping this will end in gunfire and explosions? the mercs pretend to have some standards. Some of them, anyways.

~

Before leaving the base, Spy had told all of them to be careful because this might be a trap. Soldier had been ready and prepared not to mention furious that anyone would dare to use a Christmas party as a means to lay a trap. He’d brought his rocket launcher, shotgun, and shovel, ready to kill all of them the moment the enemy team showed signs of betrayal. Normally he’d have made the first move but it was un-American to break the peace of a Christmas party.

So far though nothing was happening. It was being held in a building at about the halfway point between their bases. There was food, drink, and even a radio playing Christmas music. The Heavies and Medics had set to mingling almost immediately. The Pyros had quickly starting sharing and comparing their lighters in the corner. The Demos were drinking together as if it were no big deal. The Scouts had had the closest thing to a proper conflict in the form of an argument that was resolved so quickly, Soldier hadn’t caught what it had even been about. Everyone else was hovering around, not quite mingling but not fighting or looking like they were about to start a fight either.

Perhaps Spy had been wrong and this wasn’t a trap but just a Christmas party. The time for a truce was Christmas after all. If that was the case that mean Soldier could relax and enjoy the party.

Rolling some of the tension out of his shoulders, he started towards his BLU counterpart. The BLU Solider was odd. Soldier had had many questions for him since first seeing him back during their first battle towards the start of the year. The battlefield was not the time for questions though and so he’d never been able to ask any of them. And now finally he could.

Upon reaching him, Soldier took a breath to ask his first question. Before he could get it out though, BLU spoke first. “Why do you look like me?”

That was the exact question he’d been going to ask. “It is you that looks like me. Why is that?”

“Incorrect. You look like me. There must be a reason for it. Do you know Merasmus?”

“Yes. We used to be roommates.”

“That must be it then. He was my roommate in college before I dropped out to go kill Nazis in Europe.”

Anyone who went out of their way to kill Nazis was a friend as far as Soldier was concerned. So despite being on the enemy team, this guy wasn’t so bad. And he knew Merasmus too, how cool was that? This party had suddenly gotten quite interesting.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Howdy! I hope that you are doing well! I was wondering if I could request yandere engie (tf2) who is trying to get his s/o used to physical contact such as hand holding etc.

Yes, of course!

Yandere engineer x reader physical contact

Tw: past kidnapping, gaslighting, threats, vague sexual undertones, forced affection, one forced kiss, invasion of privacy. Dead Dove DNE

If you want a slightly lighter version lmk

Dell was tired, more tired than he’d been in a while. While he loved you more than anything you’d been more skittish lately. He never knew you’d take a hit this hard, he understood that he kidnapped you. He wasn’t that crazy, he understood that was difficult to cope with. But you had to learn at some point that you were gonna be with him from now on. Which meant at some point, you’d have to give him affection.

He knew that right now you didn’t care about him as a partner. You’d told him several times prior you loved him as a friend, but if you could be friends you could be partners. Dell stuck to that idea with his whole chest. He didn’t need a fancy chart or nothing to tell him that. The one thing racing through this bulldogs mind was the need for contact.

You refused to come out of your room.

He’d given you enough space to come out on your own where he waited at the end of the hallway. When you moved to duck back into your room he stopped you with a whistle.

“Where you think you’re going silly thing?” You frowned at the ground, trying not to look him in the eye. He stepped forward now, threat clear in his posture.

You had to answer.

“I forgot my journal.”

“No you didnt.”

“Why do you think-“ you tried to snap before you closed your own mouth. From the satchel on his belt he procured a notebook. He opened the pages and leaned against a wall.

“Journal entry one,

Today I met the handsomest man in New Mexico. Which isn’t much to say considering I don’t have a very high opinion of anyone else. I think he’s faking the whole accent for the ladies around, but aside from that I find him.”

He smirked evily at your shocked expression.

“Charmin’.”

You lunged at him with no semblance of thought. The hidden need for privacy rearing it’s ugly head, and your lack of thought is what led you straight into Dells arms.

He dropped the book and stepped a bit to the side in an instant. His cheeky grin grew wider as he felt you come into contact with his elbow. The moment he did, he stepped behind you and constructed you. Effectively trapping you against him.

You bucked up frantically, only realizing your mistake as you felt his muscles press into your midsection. The way he was holding you felt bruising and too intimate. You thrust yourself down to now avail. He laughed in amusement before placing a small trail of kisses from your ear to your shoulder.

You whined in fear at his next move but all he did was steadily waddle the two of you to the living room.

“All that fuss over a diary honey?” He asked in a tone free of condensention. Though you imagined he made it sound that was to pretend like he cared. You couldn’t move on your own now. It dawned on you that your feet weren’t touching the ground.

“Bet it’s kinda silly, goin’ through all that hard work only to end up back in my arms? Down you go!” He set you down flat on the ground and before you could run he grabbed your hand.

The speed in which his gloved hand shot towards you hurt your fingers and you were almost certain he broke something. You held back a sob and a gasp of shock as he spun and dipped you over the edge of the couch.

In a desperate attempt to plead with him not to do what you assumed he was going to you backed up.

Dell held his hands up, big brown eyes showing clear offense at the mention of it.

“Whoa now honey, I never claimed to want and do that now.” You breathed heavily, not believing him for a second. He must’ve liked the game. At any second now he’d pounce.

“I’ll even sit on the other end of the couch.”

And so he did. On the opposite end of the room he sat, and he sat comfortably.

His legs were spread, presenting his lap freely. His arm lay on the armrest and the other on his thigh. He smiled at you like he used to.

You’d sat on his lap before but now that you knew the context you wanted to vomit.

“I’ll kill you.”

“You keep telling yourself that sugar. You’re stuck here without me, without a key to the outside, nor any other friends in the world. Ones that care- anyway.”

His voice got darker.

“So you better make a darn good choice about your next few actions.”

He was glaring now.

You wanted to sit up, but fear kept you down on the sofa.

“You’re going to let me leave if I want to right?”

“You ain’t in the position to bargain with me sug’ I’ll decide when you leave.” There was the condescending tone.

You resigned yourself, sliding off the couch that in any other circumstance wouldn’t have seemed submissive, and rather it would’ve been funny.

You tried to lighten the mood as you crawled your way over. You couldn’t get your legs to work.

“You remember a similar time at Kaseys?” He smiled warmly at the botched attempt at connection. He indulged you with a hand to help you up on his lap.

“You mean when you spilled wine all over yourself and to not get it on her sofa slid onto her tile?”

“Yeah” You chuckled awkwardly, throwing your leg around his thick thighs. Ending up only being able to sit on one with a bit of discomfort.

“When you had to take off your shirt in front of everyone because it was wet and you were drunk” he pushed your back so you were chest to chest. Your chin rested on his shoulder and his other arm (gunslinger) came around your hips.

“When I had to tell the folk to clear the room so I could get the mess sorted.”

“I-“ you wanted to ask him to stop going on. It was embarrassing. But the embarrassment made you forget the situation.

He squeezed you teasingly, reminding you of that night.

“The night you pressed against me and asked me if I’d marry you?”

You used what little strength you had to push yourself away, opting to refute before you saw his expression. He took your hands in his and stared at you earnestly.

“And if I am gong to be honest my dear, I would not want a single thing more than that.”

He pressed a surprise kiss to your lips. An action not appreciated, as you bit him hard. He only groaned against it. You flipped shit and ran, pushing him away by his face, and barreling to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears run down freely. But he didn’t come after you.

He just smiled and sat back.

That was painful.

But it was progress.

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Hey I’m new but LOVE your work!!! I saw your idea on the tf2 crew reactions to a gender neutral!New young crew member and was wondering if you could write on how the crew would react if you were hurt badly?? No worries if you don’t write on it man it’s all good!!

Mercenaries reacting to the reader being hurt badly, and helping them.

Tw. wounds mentions, blood mentions.

Scout 

- tries not to panic, ends up panicking a lot, 

- he tries to find help, in any way available, 

- you wouldn't say this about a paid killer, but outside of battlefield he's pretty much non immune to gore, 

- it's a blessing if you get out of it without him getting hurt as well, 

Soldier 

- bleeding? worry not, 

- he will rip apart his own uniform to stop the blood lose, 

- he's accustomed to pain ( he had been functioning normally without a hand and teeth ), which means when there are no more blood podles everywhere, fighting can continue, 

- at least for him, 

Pyro 

- turns into a human carrier,

- puts the poor fella on their back and carries them out of the battlefield, 

- he tries to treat what he can, 

- probably ends up calling for Medic anyway, to be sure everything is okay, 

Demoman

- gets you out of sight immediately, 

- doesn't know what to, nervously drinks a sip of scrumpy ( he normally doesn't do that during battles ), 

- ends up calling Medic, 

Heavy 

- much somehow like Pyro, 

- takes you out of the battlefield carefully, 

- then analyzes every single wound, bruise and scratch, 

- makes sure nothing goes untreated, 

- if there's a blood leak, he also uses his clothes to stabilize it, 

- won't let you go on missions for at least two weeks after that, 

Engineer 

- drags the hurt towards the most nearby dispenser, 

- get some med kits from there, and proceeds to take care of the wounds, 

- doesn't say anything, but on the next missions he, for some unknown reason, always puts dispenser where he knows you will be, 

Medic 

- normal Tuesday, 

- does doctor stuff, 

- it's extremely painful, he's a bit insensitive, 

- please stop pressing your entire hand on the poor thing's scars, Ludwig, 

Sniper 

- he stays in his nest most of the time, it must an occasion for him to leave it, 

- but if he sees one of his colleagues hurt, and all alone that is, he can make an exception, 

- probably tries to get them from the combat zone, maybe fails a bit, 

- he is no condition build to carry people around, best he can do is drag you by the hands, 

- tries his best to get over the wounds, but let's be honest, he only knows how to treat some scars and bruises from hitting himself on the van door, 

- even though the wounds will be neutralized, you should really see Medic later, 

Spy

- known as the sneak master, he somehow finds himself in the middle of the situation,

- using that said sneakiness, he gets you to a safe place,

- being all alone most of the time, trying to get through the enemy lines, he mostly depends on himself,

- he knows how to take care of someone who's hurt,

- while doing so, he keeps completely silent, until only a small sentence leaves his mouth,

- you can't tell what he said, but for some reason you know he will help if that ever happens again. 

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Hi! I saw your tf2 fic’s and had a thought “ what would the merc’s react if their was a tenth merc who was insane ?”( the type of insane to torture instead of kill) and what would they think of them? It’s fine if you don’t want to ! Byeeee!<3

I don't mind writing this. This was actually fun to write. Trigger warning: Mentions of torturing and gore.

Mercs Reactions to an Insane Reader

Scout:

It wasn’t a surprise you were a bit crazy. Scout had seen you in action. He was always a little shocked the way you tortured enemies. The way you would grab the enemy teammate, force him down on the ground, and repeatedly stab him with a grin on your face. There’d be blood all over you

“Hey, Y/n. Uh, have fun going on your frenzy,” he’d always say nervously.  Once, you painted a small heart on his cheek with blood. It was a gesture of kindness and Scout was greatly confused by it. 

He tried to keep his distance most of the time but he just found himself gravitating towards you. He thought your craziness was a bit cool.

Soldier:

Soldier’s reaction? He didn’t care. He loved you for who you are. The part he loved about your insanity was that you broke the necks of your enemies just like him. He would join in the fun. The battlefield would sound like popcorn popping, of course, it wasn’t popcorn.

He’d help you interrogate the enemy. You asked him for needles, he got them for you. You asked for a hammer and nails, he got them for you. You asked for a knife, he’d ask, “How big?”

Once, you tortured your victim so badly, he ended up dying. Soldier and you got out the permanent markers and drew all over his face before returning the corpse to his team. 

Pyro:

You both were crazy. End of sentence. You both took your “lollipops” down upon your enemies with ease and laughter. Pyro made “flower crowns” from the “flowers” he found on the battlefield.You made necklaces out of the enemies’ teeth for Pyro. You even stole Soldier’s idea and made the firebug a necklace of ears.

He “invites” the enemy to a tea party you two host. You and Pyro take turns holding hostage your victim and burning him. You both have fun doing that. The other mercenaries were too scared to approach you. The Administrator almost sent in another group of mercenaries to take you two out.

Of course, it didn’t work and she left you alone.

Engineer:

He was very concerned for you. And very terrified of you. You took it all out on whoever sapped his sentries, teleporters, and dispensers. He appreciated the gestures you’d do to save him, but he didn’t like the way you did it. You always gave him the severed ring finger of the enemy as a gift. Engineer would accept it, then throw it away when you weren’t looking. 

He made you a torture device for your birthday. It was supposed to be a joke but you took it seriously and went to town on it. He noticed how you used devices like toys. It calms you down. So Engineer placed it upon himself to build you toys. And more torture devices, like a chainsaw. 

This gesture brought you two closer. You invited him to try out the gifts he made you. He couldn’t refuse.

Demoman:

He didn’t mind really. He was always too drunk to really notice. But when he was sober he was a bit shocked to see you were insane. He found out that you took his empty bottles and used them to cut your victims. It was an easier way to find out information. Demo started to collect all his bottles and gave them to you. 

You appreciated the gesture and allowed Demo to watch you do your work. He was actually interested. He learned new ways to cut someone’s organs up in ten different ways.

Demoman once went out and got some guy who scammed him. You gladly tortured him into giving back Demoman’s money. After that, the scammer went missing and Demo took you out for dinner. The other patrons who were there stared at you funny since you were covered in blood, but Demo made sure they stopped staring at you just by glaring at them.

That, or your smile shut them up.

Heavy:

Heavy was used to having his best friend, Medic, a bit crazy. But you blew the ball out of the park. 

Literally. You did that once to torture your enemies from afar. Somehow, you managed to get a cannon from Saxton Hale. He was a little scared that you went overboard with things. At first, he tried to keep his distance, but that didn’t work. He’d tell the others, “Pyro once scared me, but I fear him no longer.” He feared you now.

Heavy tried to reach out to you. You were so hostile, so maniacal. Even your laughter scared him. So did your victim’s screaming. Heavy was gentle though and started to warm up to you. If you were busy spending hours cutting up your victim, he’d bring you tea and biscuits. Sometimes, you’d start a conversation as you pulled out your victim's teeth.

You were glad he fed you otherwise you’d end up going on a killing spree.

Medic:

Medic loved how you were just like him! He was so happy to have someone who understood him. Everyday, he’d take you to his lab to teach you what he knew about torture. You taught him what you knew.

Mann Co. was selling medieval torture devices. You and Medic saved up your money and bought a stretching rack for ten dollars. That was a good price. You tried it for back pain and ended up breaking your back. But you just laughed it off, even though you were in immense pain. Medic just fixed you right up.

The rack was also used on an enemy Spy. His head ended up in the fridge after you and Medic tried defibrillators to fix his back. It ended up frying his body.

In the end, you and Medic had fun. You even stole Mayor Mike’s spine and was chased into the Badlands.

Sniper:

Sniper didn’t really care. He was just glad to have your company. Even if it meant you tried out crazy chemicals that burned through your victim’s stomach using his kitchen sink. He just read a magazine as you laughed maniacally. He let you do whatever, as long as you didn’t burn his camper down.

You carved him a new bow out of bones. He didn’t bother asking who’s bones it was. He was very happy with his gift. You even made him arrows out of someone’s nails. That was one gift he could not accept.

He ended up burying them somewhere. 

The one thing he loves about you is that you always come home with a smile on your face. He was happy. Once, he saw you smiling like a joker when you managed to find the enemy’s base. It took a man’s broken back and a severed toe to get the information.

He didn’t mind that you were insane. He loved it.

Spy:

Spy was a man known for torturing other people for his job. He needed the information. Unfortunately, you did his job better. He was a bit jealous of you. Of course, he didn’t know you were insane. So, one night he followed you into a warehouse where you carried your victim.

It was crazy unbelievable how you got the information. It was extremely gruesome to describe. Spy was actually impressed. The only problem was that he confronted you and you got blood on his suit.

He didn’t talk to you for days.

But, when he did, he asked for your advice. You taught him several torturing techniques. Teaching him brought you joy. Slowly but surely, he started to fall for you. The Administrator teamed you up. Spy was good cop, you were bad cop. Sometimes you both were bad cop.

He loved being your partner. As long as you didn’t get blood on his suit, he’d stay by your side forever.

Miss Pauling:

She did not like your insanity at all. But because of they way you could torture someone to death and dispose of the body, she kept you around. You actually removed some stress from her. She had time to focus on herself, get some paperwork done. 

You didn’t mind doing her work for her. You liked the screams of your victims. Pauling would bring you some coffee so you wouldn’t get too tired. You ended up using it to burn some information out of someone. She just watched. 

She actually learned from you. Once, when you got sick and stayed home, she burned a mugger and broke his arm the way you would do it. She came to you and told you what happened. You sniffed and cried a little. You weren’t sad though. You were so happy!

Miss Pauling was learning well! She was growing up so fast!

“Uh, Y/n? Are those tears of joy or sadness?”

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere TF2 Sniper concepts?

Of course!

Yandere! Sniper Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Murder, Torture, Sadistic behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced affection, One-sided obsession, Mentioned drugging, Violence, Blood mention.

- Mundy is a surprisingly sadistic Yandere that loves to observe you from afar.

- When there isn't much to do, you're always a fun one to watch.

- Scope in hand, Mundy could watch you for hours without getting bored.

- He isn't typically one to outright go and find you to speak with you.

- If you bump into him, he'll engage, he's just usually hidden away to watch you from a distance.

- He thinks you're such a pretty little thing, seeing you up close is always a treat.

- "Nice to see you, we don't talk often, do we? You look nice today."

- He's rather subtle with his interest/flirting.

- Often coming off as just complimenting you due to how little he sees you at first.

- You're none the wiser to the skilled sniper watching you from his perch.

- While Mundy prefers to watch you instead of being up close and personal, later on he may try to speak with you directly.

- He comes off as so down-to-earth and nice to talk to.

- Not at all as someone with an ulterior motive or insane.

- "It's great to chat when you're usually alone on road the whole day. Don't you think so?"

- Before he manages to grab you for himself, his sadistic desires are shown in his actions towards rivals.

- People he feels are too close to what's his are at the receiving end of his wrath.

- He could always just end them quickly, a fast shot to the head would take care of the problem

- Yet what would be the fun in that?

- Why let them off easy when you can use your trusted kukri to make them truly understand their punishment?

- He finds it so enjoying to see the victims of his wrath squirm.

- "That'll teach you to keep your hands off what's mine!"

- It isn't long after before he decides to keep you closer to him.

- As in, lure you in before he can trap you within his camper with him.

- There's many ways for him to enact such a plan.

- Drugging, Chloroform, Good ol' fashioned hit to the head.

- Depends on how he's feeling.

- He'll try to make sure you feel limited pain.

- Make yourself comfy, you'll be here for awhile.

- "I'm happy to see you again, hope you don't mind the long drive!"

- Your new life consists of being forced on the road with your kidnapper in his camper.

- Occasionally you're let out for some fresh air, but it's always in the middle of nowhere.

- Just so you don't run off.

- If you did, he has his ways of recapturing you.

- Such as a shot to the leg, making you crumple just enough for him to come and collect you.

- He does enjoy a fighter, but obedience is much more relaxing.

- "What? Did you want to play a game?"

- Sadistic desires are not just towards his enemies, you're subject to it too.

- Nothing that'll make you bleed too bad, but he does love the chase.

- You'll feel like you've gotten away.

- Yet he'll just hunt you down again and shatter your hopes.

- So he's more emotionally sadistic towards you than his more unfortunate victims

- But don't worry, he can be affectionate too.

- Usually he loves to kiss and cuddle you after he plays his little games.

- You're still his darling, the one he adores.

- How could Mundy not also want to spoil you?

- Just know, this camper will be your home for a long time.

- It'll be only you and him on this endless road.

- "You're never getting rid of me, dear."

[terrablerequests]

I'm not going to get any requests by just waiting around, so here's two random characters.

General day to day with:

Ying (paladins)

Another day another fight to protect the realm from the iron fist of the magistrate! . . . well at least when you two get sent to the actual fights that is.

-you start your day in one of the bases that the resistance has set up across the realm in the room you two share

-waking up early is an annoying but well needed ability for every member, especially for healers! Thankfully due to ying's skill in illusion magic you two get to stay In a bit longer (much to everyone's jealousy)

-the extra time in the morning is rarely spent sleeping, one of you typically wakes up from the other by them snuggling into the crook of the other one's neck to escape the sun's rays that slowly pours into the room. After that it's a comfortable silence shared between the two of you while holding eachother

-after the daily morning routines you get to have a bit more time together since the dining area is typically vacant due to the previously mentioned luxury.

-discussing what's on your to-do plates, recent news, and mostly gossip about your fellow team mates. ("that tiberious is such a dolt, I mean, how does he keep getting his head stuck in his own weapons?!")

-After that is when the day truly begins! Unfortunately the two of you don't see each other much on the days you don't get sent to battle. However you do see at least one of her illusions with you and the rest of the damagers/flanks/Frontliners!

-each one seems to have it's own personality, most of them being relatively kind to you. The ones that don't are either jealous or grossed out by your relationship with their caster. They might not be exactly like your partner but their company is always appreciated. (Unless if it's THAT one..)

-"soooooo have you, like, asked her yet? You two have been totally lovey dovey since like forever!" "Hey don't look at me like that, I'm just saying the obvious here! Cuz, like, if you need like a wingman I'm your- *CRASH* DROGOZ I SWEAR TO IO IF YOU JUST-"

-if you're also a healer then the two of you have a busy day ahead of yourselves! Even the extra hands from the illusions don't seem to be enough to handle the amount of patients that flow in during mid day.

-From the injuries from failed onslaughts and sieges, attacks from unexpected foes such as willo and kasumi, and the occasional misfire from allies. (Those turrets seem to have a mind of their own when that dwarf isn't around...) You two have your hands full, but it's still rewarding work!

-and during battle? About the same. Sure you two may be working in tandem but repelling enemy forces is hardly what you'd call romantic.

-its the time you two do get after being relieved of your duty for the evening or coming back from a skirmish that you two treasure. Whether it's spent with the company with your friends, relaxing after a hard day's work, or sharing a meal together.

-Much like the illusions,your co workers have their eyes on the two of you. Whether it's friendly encouragement or invasive questioning highly varies from each one.

-The day ends much like how it started, lying In bed holding one another and wondering what would happen by the end of this fight. Are we going to win? What's the plan if we don't? And what exactly are WE going to do when we're finally done fighting?

-"Hopefully we'll finally be free to live our lives and maybe we can finally..." something you two have said dozens of time before drifting into sleep, and something you'll hope be answered one of these days.

-overall your days aren't easy but they're rewarding, knowing that you're working towards something better.

Scout (tf2)

How you fell for this stick boy is beyond me, how you continue to fall is beyond those trenches soldier just dug.

-Another base but different rooms, but neither of you seem to notice since you both just collapse into either of your beds that seems the closest .

-waking up is always lively since you never know what each day's alarm clock could be! (Soldier's horn being blasted into your faces, the sound of another crime against humanity being committed by medic, or maybe even the agony of a distant French accent)

-you're sprawled out on top of eachother one way or another, expect slobber if his face ends up somewhere on you. Even more on your face if he misses the wake up smooch.

-strutting into the dining area is two bastards with the dumbest grins they can muster, ones that sear into spy's missing soul like a hot knife.

-fortunately the breakfast cook is either heavy/engineer/demo since you guys need to be alive before the action. Expect mind numbing conversation and affection between the two of you and whoever else is caught in the blast radius.

-Once the fighting begins is when you two shape up! Taking down sentry nests with scout on bonk and you on offense, you distracting the enemy sniper while he gets a taunt kill, and the two of you pummeling the enemy scout and (YOUR CLASS).

-For you two kicking ass is a love language of it's own, even when you two get crocketed and headshot for the millionth time.

-After the warfare the sudden awareness and intellect disappear along with your common sense. Expect shenanigans! Pranking the others, trying out the "borrowed" weapons with varying success, and whatever else you two decide to get up to.

-it's not always cartoon antics though, despite appearances he's got quite a lot to say about certain topics and he'd be glad to share the time to talk about whatever comes to your heads.

-The rest of the mercs seem to get along with you and your relationship with the resident bostinian. Demo, soldier, pyro, scout, and yourself are either a gaggle of maniacs on a quest for fun or a cloud of destruction on the move. Engineer, medic, and heavy are surprised but not alarmed. If anything they're relieved someone can match his energy, no more dealing with a bored scout yapping in their ears while they work! You're like the goat that keeps race horses calm.

-spy... felt many things. After first going through the nine stages of grief he felt pride and hope that his son is turning into someone respectable, with a partner comes responsibility! Maybe he'll get his act together unlike how he and scout's mother... oh nevermind he just smacked himself with his own bat, and you're laughing... God. He's conflicted to say the least, especially about the fact how he can't tell if scout made you more like him or vice versa.

-by day's end you two are back in bed but never in the same way. Either passing out almost immediately, continuing on about whatever interest the two of you share, or staying up because of all that bonk in your systems.

-overall it's your average days are filled to the brim with activity and you two wouldn't have it any other way, taking it on side by side and running headfirst into action!

[never-ending-pizza-time]

About (under the cut)

Here’s some info about the blog and the person who runs it:

Blog:

This is a side blog I made for me to post about Pizza Tower, Sugary Spire, Antonblast, and other related topics. 

I’m mostly just here to hang out and have fun talking about my latest obsession.

I am somewhat aware of some of the things regarding McPig. Just to make it clear, I don’t support him or any of the things he has said/done. I also am aware of the presence of problematic enemies in the game. Again, I don’t support any of that and I hate that an otherwise good game has such enemy designs in it. Also, please don’t bring up those topics here, thank you. I am choosing to continue to enjoy the game while also being critical of the game and its creators.

This blog is safe for LGBTQ+ members.

I currently tags a few different tws. you can find these below. I also tag for flashing and eyestrain. If I forget to tag a post that should have one of these tags please let me know and I’ll fix it. Also, if there are any other things you would like me to tag for, please let me know. I might sometimes forget my tagging convention so it might be best to block trigger warning tags with the tw at the start and the end just in case (e.g. blocking both #tw blood and #blood tw). 

Asks are always open, feel free to drop by and say something! If you have any further questions about my blog, please feel free to either send an ask or dm me and I’ll try my best to answer your questions. 

Usual DNIs apply (Do not interact if racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, etc, if you are a pedophile/“minor attracted person”, TERFs, radfems, etc)

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#mild nudity (chest or nipples showing/half naked) #nudity (completely naked, but with no genitals visible) #nsfw text and #suggestive (for any posts mentioning sexual topics, most often something silly like a dick joke or whatever) #gore tw + #tw gore #blood tw + #tw blood  #tw animal death #tw suicide + #tw suicide mention #horror #body horror #tw animal death #flashing and #flashing tw for flashing lights, flashing gifs, flashing images, etc. #eye strain Any ship tags for ships you don’t like or care for (Of course if you’re a minor or just don’t care for that stuff, please be sure to block the #mild nudity, #nudity, #suggestive, and #nsfw text tags) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ships that you might find on this blog + the tags used for them:

Gustavo/Peppino -  #pepstavo

The Noise/Noisette - Not sure if there’s a ship name for them so it’ll remain untagged for now

Pepperman/The Vigilante - #pepperlante

Peppino/Dynamite Anton - #peppiblast

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Me:

Hi my name is Bethany, but if you’d like you can also call me Beth, Sand, or Sandstone, either one is fine!

I use she/her pronouns

Although I am over 18, don’t be weird or sexual towards me, I will probably block you.

My main account is @sandstone72. You can find me posting about anything else I’m interested in over there. I often post about TF2, Half-Life, hlvrai (including y2kvr and hlvrv), animals, Deltarune, Eddsworld, Pokemon, Minecraft, Minecraft servers, and more!

Here is my twitter if you'd like it. I don't really make posts on it or use it much but I retweet a lot of pizza tower fanart (and other fanart) on there. I'm more active on tumblr though

[shadowthestoryteller]

So, while it may NEVER actually curse Wattpad, I still like this little snippet from my TF2 series “Murder Uncle Mayhem”. The basic premise is that between the events on Umbara and the final fight with Palpatine, Shadow and Trevor both jump into the TF2 universe while dreaming so Shadow can get some last training. I really wanna start posting more bits, but I don’t know how they’ll be received so I guess this is also a tester ✨

Enjoy the first meeting between Shads and RED Snipes!

A death gasp sounded behind him, and Sniper spun to see the BLU Spy with blood gushing from his mouth. A figure in dark black and red armor stood behind him, a full-faced cat-eared helmet hiding their features. A multicolored tail swished behind their legs, the lower portion of which were also furred, as the attacker yanked some type of wrist blade from the back of BLU Spy’s neck. They watched as BLU Spy slumped to the ground, sheathing their blade with a jerk of their arm.

Heart pounding, Sniper’s fingers inched toward his kukri blade. Humans and even beasts were easy kills for him. Years spent in the bush saw to that, and he wasn’t one of the top nine deadliest men on the planet for no reason. But a mix of human and animal? A different issue entirely. 

“Right then, mate,” he said cautiously. “Who ya playin’ for?”

He could see the insignia of a skull and two identical symbols beneath it on their shoulder pads, as well as a modified one on the face of their helmet, but he hadn’t the faintest clue what they stood for. 

Their ears twitched, proving the ear sleeves on the helmet weren’t simply cosmetic. “Ain’t playin’ for no one but myself, mate.”

Female? Male? He honestly couldn’t tell.

Slowly picking up the kukri, watching the tail for signs of agitation, Sniper gestured at the extra limb with the blade. “Some kinda mutated bloke?”

“I ain’t human if that’s what gotcher panties in a twist.” 

An American judging by that accent.

But what kind of American had a bloody tail? Even if their accent was familiar, similar to Engineer’s, their body was not and that was reason enough to treat them with utmost caution. 

A straight stab to the chest or back was out of the question thanks to their armor, and with that hidden blade plus two weapons of unknown damage on their belt he didn’t want to risk aiming at their neck and missing. They stood taller than him as well, with broad shoulders and an extra heavy limb to aid in fighting. The last thing he wanted was to enter a physical altercation, which was sure to end badly for himself. Not to mention if they were part cat, their hands hid some nasty claws. He’d dealt with claws before, but not claws guided by a human or human-like mind. 

“If it helps,” they said slowly, crossing their arms and pointing at the kukri. “No, that blade won’t cut through my armor and no, you won’t win at close range.”

Sniper blinked. “Who said I was plannin’ on attackin’ ya?”

They chuckled. “I ain’t stupid,” they said, tapping their helmet. “I see you sizin’ me up. You think this gear is for civvies?” They gestured at themselves. “I didn’t survive the last six months in active warzones by bein’ an easy target who couldn’t tell when someone had it out for ‘em.”

Warzone? What warzone? Aside from Teufort’s conflict, Sniper didn’t know of any wars nearby. And certainly none fought by weird blokes with a tail. 

“That warzone bein’?” he asked, weight still on his toes. 

“You ain’t got the mental capacity for that yet, Snipes.” They flicked their tail. “But don’t worry, I ain’t after you anyway. Think of me as a good luck charm. Or a rattlesnake that likes you and therefore won’t bite ya in the ass.”

A good luck charm, huh? Well, in his line of work, he certainly wouldn’t turn it down. Not to mention they could have killed him already if they wanted to, since they must have been hanging around for a while to catch BLU Spy sneaking in. That alone gave him reason enough to trust them, or at least not keep a weapon always pointed at them.  

Sniper grunted, glancing down at BLU Spy. “Then thanks for the save, mate,” he said, kicking his corpse with his boot. ”Figure I owe ya one.”

“Anytime, Snipes,” they chuckled, giving him a two-fingered salute.

“Wait,” Sniper called as they turned to leave. “Who’re ya?”

They stopped and faced him again. “Some folks call me Scar. You can, too.”

“Well, Scar. I’ll be sure to repay the favor if I see you around.” 

They bowed. “Can’t wait.” 

[lamiiku]

accidential FFXIV cult

so i'm hopping into FFXIV for the night and I see that one of the other admins for our servers is in-game as well. i poke him and he immeidately invites me over to the datacenter where a lot of the folks from our TF2 server play FFXIV. He was retiring one of his characters so they were holding a "funeral" for him at his in-game apartment.

After fiddling with moving my character over for a while, I finally join everyone else. The lot of us are talking in Discord and occasionally sending messages in the in-game text chat. There's like 8-10 of us in this small apartment, jumping around, emoting at each other, taking pictures with the to-be-retired character. A delightfully goofy little party.

Then someone has the idea of dressing up in green robes and taking screenshots with the to-be-retired character, making it look like he's being sacrificed or something. After that, they have the idea to wear their green cultist robes and go walking through the busier multiplayer hubs in the game. I don't have any fancy items so I reverted to my default clothes and decided to trail behind them.

The green-robed cultists quietly walked in a single line, starting at the outskits of town, then proceeding into town center. In the first town we went to, the wooded forest town of New Gredania, we immediately picked up a following of other players. They quietly observed us as we walked, allowing the green-robed ones to set a steady pace as they walked through towards the center of town. By the end, we'd picked up at least 10 players trailing behind us.

The cultists decided that, once at the end of their walk, they would all teleport to a different town, all at the same time. They found a local tavern-type establishment, sat down (all in the same chair), and on queue, teleported out all at once. It was at this point that I had the idea to start typing in all caps in the global chat, making it sound like I was some sort of acolyte or worshipper of the cultists. I remarked on how their bodies seemed to merge when they all sat in the chair, and I loudly encouraged the onlookers to REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAW HERE TODAY, or something to that effect. This idea would prove to be instrumental in what happened next.

After that, we proceeded to Ul'dah, a heavily fortified city in the desert. Same drill: green-robed figures quietly and slowly marching down the street in a single line. We picked up another following of playres, including a dimunitive figure named "Strawberry Shortcake" who trailed dutifully along with us.

By this point, I was starting to become more and more vocal, shouting random culty-type things into the chat. I vaguely recall saying something about THE PATH OF THE GREEN and the need to follow along with the robed ones on their journey throught he city. As before, we ended the walk in a tavern, with a cluster of players around us. I continued my unhinged sermon, speaking of the need to witness what was about to occur. When all of the green-robed cultists teleported to the final city of the night, I lingered behind for a few moments to address my "congregation", if you will, reminding them to keep in mind what they had seen that night.

Then something amazing happened.

Several players (including Strawberry Shortcake) had suddenly put on all-yellow clothes! In the matter of a few moments after the green-robed ones had left, many of the players I had been addressing had simultaneously put on yellow attire (thought they were raincoats at first, but they were full robes as well!).

I informed everyone in Discord voice chat that this had occured, and everyone found it very amusing. Little did they know that I had instructed the yellow-wearing ones about the destination of the green-robed ones!

Unbeknownst to the people in our Discord call, I had the yellow-clad group assemble in the city square in the final city of the night, Limsa. The person who had been leading the green-robed march mentioned that they once again intended to finish their march in the local tavern. I seized upon this knowledge, and informed the yellow-clad ones who had followed me to arrive at the tavern first.

The yellow-clad ones and I went upstairs to the local tavern. They moved themselves to the balcony just outside, a perfect spot to wait for the green-robed ones. The yellow-clad ones were very patient, and listened to my mad ramblings with hardly a word. (By now I had come to suspect that at least a few of them must know each other as well, given how quickly they had changed outfits). All the while, the green-robed ones in our Discord call were continuing to chat and remark upon how many people were stopping to watch their procession.

One three or four minutes had passed, the green-robed ones arrived in the tavern. I greeted them with a barely contained chuckle, and a moment later, the realization hit them. The procession of green was met by a procession of yellow! Everyone of the green-robed ones in our Discord call immediately lost their shit and started laughing their asses off at the sight of a rival faction awaiting them! I myself exploded with laughter at the sight of the two groups meeting in the tavern.

Outside of the tavern, the two groups lined up in a sort of face-off. They formed battle lines, two colored groups of cultists facing off against each other! The yellow ones and the green ones both produced a champion who would represent their group. The two dimunititve warriors who had been chosen performed a series of emotes and non-lethal attacks to imitate the actions of combat, while their resspective teams chatted and laughed their butts off. We were even visited by a random, massive player, who jumped in the middle of the circle to perform a feat of athleticism for our amusement. All the while, I stood off to the side, making proclaimations about the SPLENDOR OF THIS DAY and the spelndor of the meeting of the two groups.

Eventually, the green-robed ones in our Discord made their final teleport-exit to the night, whisking themselves off to a destination that I, as a Free Trial player, was unable to access. I thanked the yellow-clad ones for their participation and bid them a good night.

My character goes by the last name of "Firestarter", but I never realized that he would ignize a blaze of zealotry!