#tf2 dialogues

[gophergal]

a couple of sentimental old men

Bonus: Larval Old Man Yaoi

[51nn0n]

The Offense

[hop-a-lot]

somewhere post-Saxton's 'retirement' wherein no-longer-ceo Saxton, now a full-time beast hunter, remain in relationship with his former assistant and live together with now co-ceo Bidwell in his apartment.

[ludotjpeg]

Scout fuwas

[sammitopl]

"... because they do not meet the koalifications.."

[circadiansummer]

got inspired by @prajjna and @sillyguywithsillydoodles highschool aus and took way too long making aussie high school swordvan sigh…they r so stupid

[soundleer]

Would Tunner act if someone take Jevin from him?

(can you draw it...)

i imagine that regardless of what reason that person took jevin for, tunner won't hesitate to take action especially if jevin was expressing subtle discomfort.

though at most, i like to think tunner will just carry jevin and relocate somewhere else together. he'll just make firm warnings and only blast someone between their eyes as a last resort

he doesn't take that kindly :))

[n1ckelpistol]

end of the shift

[rogerrrroger]

Two of my favourite Blu’s from the Pootis s2 premiere!! I absolutely love the blu teams designs and differences, amazing job quazies 😁

[weevmo]

Get Booped Idiots (lovingly) - with some Team Fortress 2 arts!

My Main Fellas Scout n' Solly + some doodles as I work to figure out how to draw these dudes simply.

[elitecabela]

your fur sniper design is so good it makes me ill

[cawrnage]

Sniper should put his fingers down Scout's throat whaaaaat who asked that you have no idea

oh no!

[multiheadcanons]

A GOOD HEARTED PRANK(?) WITH THE HEAVIES AND THE MEDICS.

the battle was over, and with it, the day.

misha stretched, and relaxed his grip on natascha. it was a long day. and a hard battle. and as teammates emerge from the spawn room and begin to take the moment to breathe, a loud russian voice emerged from the relative silence of the field.

he resisted the groan that dared emerge from his lips. he was being called. why was he being called. why was his counterpart— himself, why was he calling for himself. what could the man possibly want.

he felt as though he was the only member of his team who did not like his counterpart.

he really didn’t like or care for any of the blu team. sure, some of them he is more cordial with than others. but he wouldn’t say they get along. they definitely wouldn’t be his first call from prison. he would certainly hope that he wouldn’t be theirs. it would be a coin flip as to whether he came to retrieve them.

he disregarded the omen of the call and followed. it’s better to tell him no to his face. funnier that way.

and his counterpart approached him with wide arms, and a matching, suspiciously pleasant smile on his face.

misha immediately took stock of his surroundings and started to back up. most of his team would be walking back to base at this point. though the call was loud, the team did not fear his ability to defend himself.

“misha!”

“don’t call me that.”

“that’s your name, no?”

“no. it’s a nickname. you are using my name, currently.”

“i don’t have time for this with you again. come here.” misha put his hand out to stop the man, and mikhail’s brows quirked as he raised his hands in a mediocre surrender. “i’m not armed.”

“not my concern. what do you want.”

“light hearted prank.” mikhail’s expression was mirrored. and he broke the illusion first to grin. “got your attention?”

misha sized the man up.

“…what do you have in mind?”

“it’s easy. and i think i timed this right. follow me. and fix your face. just do what i say and watch the show.” mikhail threw an arm around him, and they began to walk. “can you pretend to not hate me for about thirty seconds?”

“hard ask. i’ll try.”

“you cannot hate me that much. wait— laugh loudly. like i said something funny.”

“what?”

“quickly. he’s around the corner.”

“the doctor?”

“my doctor. don’t get comfortable. laugh.” and misha could not resist the snort.

“you torture that man for nothing. he’s a fine man. a professional.”

“i’m telling your doctor you said that. that’s grounds for castration.” that got a laugh.

“it’s only funny because it’s true. don’t tell him. he’ll have my balls in a jar.” mikhail laughed… much too loudly.

“pretend that was you and watch that corner.” once again, misha was trapped under the man’s arm as his counterpart leaned in close. “i’m not going to say anything important, but act like i am.” misha’s brows furrowed, and sure enough, he saw a blue coat enter his view. “make eye contact. he hates that.”

“he doesn’t hate eye contact, he just—” he shut up when he was proved wrong. he could see, from the distance, the doctor squirm. he couldn’t quite read the face, but from what he knew of the blue clad german, it was most likely set in some form of frown. “you destroy this man, you know.”

“sure. do you ever feel like the doctors have… a presence about them?” misha scrunched his own face, pondering the question.

“i’m not going to answer that.” misha responded carefully. “instead i’m going to face you and point directly at him.” mikhail grinned.

“it’s fun when you play along.”

“he’s advancing. rapidly.”

“what are you two talking about?” as the doctor got closer, it was very obvious that his face was set in some form of frown. his brows were furrowed, and his nose turned up. he was very bad at playing nonchalant.

it is pretty funny.

“trading you out. go away.”

“i will not go away, you’re talking about me. i should be involved in a conversation that involves me.”

“no, he’s right. secret meeting. go away.” the doctor scoffed.

“secret meeting? you two don’t know anything that i don’t. what are we talking about?”

“aw, look at him, he wants to be involved! sad little man.”

“well… nevermind. i should leave.” misha broke away from the trio, to the surprise of them both.

“no no, speak your piece.” mikhail urged, and misha hissed between his teeth, and shook his head.

“not a smart move. but… if you want to know…” he leaned into his counterpart. “…i’m not going to say anything important. do what you will.” and mikhail feigned shock.

“that is a horrible thing to say.”

“what the fuck is being said?!”

“misha!”

oh? that’s different. both russians (and the doctor) turned to see who was calling for them. and neither were surprised to see the doctor’s counterpart. he looked weird though.

arms crossed, far too casually leaning against the wall of the building they were nearest. the glare of the sun off his glasses hid anything that could be gleaned from his eyes, which is everything. and he’s not smiling. that’s probably bad. though he’s shed his coat! most likely just ready to go.

heavy wondered for a moment if the doctor shares in his distaste for the blu team. he always seemed… marginally annoyed at their presence.

at least to him.

“aw, show’s over. your owner is here.” mikhail feigned disappointment, before his brows furrowed slightly, taking the red clad doctor in. “does he look mad to you?”

“which kind?”

“i’m telling him you— oh he’s approaching—”

that man has legs too long for his own good.

“what are we talking about?” as the doctor advanced, misha could read the body language much better. and before he could fully fix his face. mikhail was right. there was a deranged glint. whispers of anger. and then nothing. perhaps impatient curiosity. and maybe he was overthinking it, but this did not seem like a time to push this further.

“doctor, you’ll never believe it.” mikhail opened his mouth before misha had the opportunity to think about how to word this situation.

“i’m not talking to you. misha. what are we talking about? actually— you.” he made a gesture towards the blu doctor, who was in the middle of slipping away quietly. “do you know what they’re talking about?”

“i have a name.”

“i won’t call you that. what are they talking about?” the heavies exchanged glances. this might be a bigger show than they wanted.

“then you’re not talking to me. mikhail, can we go?”

“it might be best—”

“oh, well now i’m quite interested. everyone stays.”

“we weren’t talking about anything.” misha had no other way to say it. and this needed to be diffused. "it was good hearted prank. it's done now. we can go."

“…what.” the blue donned doctor sounded more irritated than he already had, turning to his own heavy weapons expert, jaw setting. "what??"

"...it was supposed to be funny."

"that was supposed to be fucking funny to you?? get your— i can't believe—" and as he began to stammer, the glare he gave turned to his own counterpart.

as misha turned to look as well, it did soothe him to see he had lost interest already. he was given an answer, it was boring. freedom is his, once again.

"we are not done."

"i think we are."

"we'll see you on the field, rat bastard. you. ass. here. now."

and they watched them walk away. quietly, to hear the doctor scold the man viciously. many 'why bother's and 'blue bastards', and they couldn't help the chuckle as he would throw a glance over his shoulder, and lower his voice, only to turn the corner at the volume he was just at.

"so, nothing, hm?" the doctor makes his strategic conversational play as they begin to take their own leave.

misha decides not to play in response. "where did you pull them from?"

"excuse me?"

"those two. they're just... us."

"that's a way to look at it."

"so you don't see it that way?" the doctor hummed to himself.

"...no. i don't. i don't think they could be us if they tried. i think they look like us, and of course, when you pull from a sole genetic source, that's what happens."

"that makes sense. like plants."

"yes, quite like plants, in that sense! i was having trouble placing that metaphor, thank you."

misha smiled in response. "continue."

"yes. see, they look like us, but they are not us. they do not live our lives, and we are not connected by anything more than the DNA it took to create us. i am no more closer to him than i am a stranger on the street."

"do you think that's a coping mechanism?"

"look at the guy."

"...fair."

"do you think your... counterpart, is that the word we use?"

"i can't stand when you're like this." and the sudden shift took the doctor aback.

"excuse me?"

"this... persona you use. you play too coy. too cold. makes you annoying to be around. they can't be our enemies all the time. you can't be so cold."

"do you think him an extension of yourself?"

"hard not to. he uses my name."

"fair. have you thought about asking him to stop?"

"i have. he makes me angry. they all do. they look like us. it's hard to separate. i don't want to address them how i address you. i almost hate them." and the laughter the doctor let out in response felt comforting. misha almost felt bad. it shouldn't.

"you give them too much power, my friend."

"i know. how do you not?" and the smile in response was less so. colder. a cruel joke only he would find humorous.

"you simply think nothing of them."

[meet-the-trapper]

I'm very proud of him.

[quotidianish]

Hm. TRANSGENDER BLAST!!

[big-condiments-official]

Favorite condiment?

Um... I-I don't even know where to start with you. I mean, do you even know who you're talking to? Do you have any idea who I am? Basically, kinda a big deal! You listening? Ok, well, grass grows, sun shines, birds fly, and I'm a mayonnaise conglomerate. I'm thick and creamy! If you were from where I was from, you'd only eat mayonnaise! WOOO!