#demomantf2

[garbichart]

Who ordered a steaming hot tray of sweaty, smelly women with something wrong with them? (in Red and in Blue)

[maynardthemeem]

demoman render / study thing

[scoutsurge]

demoooo :3

[nutsackgaming]

here him is :-)

[vexexisting]

female demoman

call her femoma'am

[ttyo]

“ Demoman invade os domínios do time Red, e para não acabar sendo morto fora de hora, seu alvo é visto: Demoman Red.

Indo até ele, pula como uma onça sobre ele e como esperado estava bêbado. Demo Blu em uma ação desesperada (e sem necessidade alguma) estava agora por cima do cara mais perigoso que conhece, pelo menos não tinha consigo armas em mão, apenas uma garrafa de Scrumpy que o fez-se arrepiar quando o mesmo a soltou.

Balbuciava palavras do próprio pensamento. O ciclope do Blu começou a tirar a roupa do de baixo, estava nervoso, e com muita maturidade tirava a blusa e os shorts de si mesmo sem perceber que olhos de coruja observavam seus atos [ficando avermelhado num toque de faca que o acordou.] Spy e Sniper decidiram sair, aliás, o horário era muito covarde para desamarrar os lábios desse jeito.

Voltando aos dois escocêses, O ainda com álcool na veia, despertou e a primeira coisa que ouvira era seu clone sussurando algo que seus ouvidos decidiram deixar em privado. Quando sua visão desembaçou seu coração disparou em sinal de medo, mas as cordas do corpo do caolho habitaram e decidiram residir em sua bochecha. Percebendo o rubor do outro acabou entrando junto na brincadeira, o abaixo gemeu por conta de suas costas e Spy e Sniper chatearam-se com seus pensamentos maliciosos recebendo-os com uma mão no rosto.

Os dois escocêses, embaraçados pela situação, terminaram de sombrancelhas levantadas.

— Yay ayy? — arroto.

— ... — revira os olhos nervosamente.

Começa a tirar as calças do mesmo enquanto prendia ambas as mãos do mesmo, mas antes, empurrou a garrafa de Scrumpy pra uma distância elevada para que se o mesmo agisse de forma agressiva não avançasse com um primeiro golpe. Demo Red desatou e deu um suspiro, não podia fazer nada, e com um rubor bem avermelhado de vergonha misturada com a de embriaguez, tentou encolher as pernas e disse:

— É-é minha primeira vez, t-tá?...

Demo Blu explodiu. Ele não podia dizer o que realmente estava querendo fazer, então para a situação sair desse clima, apenas disse:

— Deveria maneirar na bebida parceiro, não se preocupe, não é isso que pretendo fazer.

— Então por que...

— Relaxa, só tenho uma aparência muito familiar de alguém que você conhece. Apenas uma ação voluntária de troca de time.

— Oh, ok... ayy~ — dorme.

Nem o caolho acreditou que funcionou. Sentia ansia de rir, por causa do ocorrido, sentia seu rosto quente.".

[noplaguehere]

Part of a new series I'm doing. Had a little trouble with this one but I think it turned out okay.

[box-off]

“Demomemo my belobimbo 🙏😩💅 “ - Me to a drawing of Demoman from tf2 that my friend sent me.

[secretsofsoup]

Good evening ladies, gentlemen, and amorphous blobs of vague geometric shapes, I an Soup. In this blog it is my pleasure, just as my forefathers before me, to rank the TF2 mercenaries. This will be based on one factor: Can They Get a Piece of This?

Coming in 9th place:

As we all know, Scout is Comedically bad with romantic partners, I fear he couldn't get into my pants if he was a professional tailor, so it's a no for me.

Next up at #8:

While soldier is of course your average rugged military man, he is also very very filled with lead, and while physically he could certainly get it, his mental capacity makes this a hard no.

On to #7:

The existence of Jarate is reason enough for him to be placed so low.

Easing into 6th we now reach some real contenders, starting with:

While spy is known as the most romantic of the group, the smell of cigarettes and France would simply be too much to bear, he would try, I would try, and we would fail.

Coming in 5th:

Personally I am somewhat biased, as I hold a sweet spot in my heart for the Scottish accent. He would woo me with his half drunken words and in turn we would drink throughout a night of passion. Thank you DemoManTF2

Moving up to 4th:

While he's not exactly my type, I know those arms were meant for holding, and with the love and care he puts into his gun, I know I would feel safe with him.

#3:

I like a man in a mask, need I say more?

It was a tough decision to figure out who would take first and who would play second fiddle, but ultimately I feel this is for the best:

Dear **god** he could saw my leg off and I would thank him, however, he would saw my leg off, and I really just have too much on my plate for that, so he will take #2

If you haven't guessed already, Engineer is my choice for #1:

This was the clearly correct choice, with more PhD's than I have fingers, a soft spoken southern accent, and smooth guitar skills. I would choose him whether I am sober or disgustingly drunk. This is the ideal man, whether you like it or not.

[l1tterbug]

Lovely fellow

[lovelyday4it]

A "We Happy Few (AU)"

Just thought I'd share these posters, since I never really post anything here. Anyways I became obsessed with WHF the game is so so good and funny with a great story!!!

CAST! (so far)

Sniper as Arthur Hastings

Miss Pauling as Sally Boyle

Demoman as Ollie Starkey

Soldier as the Main Constable

Sigma as Dr Verloc

Moira as Dr Faraday

Spy as Nick LightBearer

Scout as Uncle Jack

Junkrat as the Main Headboy

Medic and Mercy as the Main Joy Doctors

[the-game-wizerd]

RETURN OF THE DEMO CONGA FRIDAYS

[maynardthemeem]

Cold Spout. 🍻🌿

Demoman x OC oneshot / lore drop.

< Probably won't write anymore fics anytime soon, imo this loses quality during the end, but i just really wanted to write these two >

- - -

Winter had taken hold of Tuefort in a much bigger grasp than previous years, and surprisingly much earlier too. Frost on nearly every surface, snow up to an average mans waist and moods for everyone in that miserable gravel pit even lower.

Beers, whiskeys and scrumpy were consumed alot more than usual, especially since Smissmas season was coming up. Tavish being the one to consume the most, although usual for any day, these times were practically a world record. Though around these times such amounts were consumed to help soothe and help with concentration.

Stumbling up to the roof, a bag under one arm and a beer case under the other, he wandered up here for some quiet and to do some last minute tinkering on an experimental grenade launcher.

Only after plopping down against the roof entrance's exterior wall, and poppin open a few beers, did Tavish realise he wasnt alone. A few feet away was his teammate, one he was fond of the most, and they were fiddleing with an acoustic guitar.

Strumming for a few seconds and then twisting and twiddling the tuners.

"You up here for a break too, lad?" Tavish called out to them, their head snapping up and their long orange curls flouncing back. Surprised their solitude was broken.

Bo joined him by the wall, setting their instrument to the side and picking up a bottle of his alcohol. Tavish said nothing as they chugged most of it with an unusal quickness.

The season was getting to them too.

He was smart enough to know that...especially since his teammate was a huge whiskey enjoyer and often turned down beer.

Silence flooded the roof again, then broke when Tavish started rewireing his launcher, and Bo had opened another beer.

"Youre a good man, Tav'." Theyd mutter, slamming the bottle down with an uncharacteristic simmering rage. Judgeing by the familiar slur to their words, this wasnt their first bottle of liquor tonight.

"Youre probably the most normal man on this bloody team." Tucking a long strand of hair behind their pierced ear, and wiping their mouth on their arm.

"That is far from the truth, laddie." Tavish whipped his head up, squinting his doubt at them.

Bo sighed, sitting up on their knees and leaning to see what Tavish was doing. After a few silent seconds of watching, they continued.

" I dont belong here." Bo slurred, picking up a third bottle. "i was meant to create. Not destroy." Their voice gruff and lower than usual. "To tell stories, and sing songs of legends."

Tavish put together it was in fact not the seasons weird influence on peoples happiness.

This was a festering mess he wasnt able to deal with, but he was absolutely going to try.

"But oh, oh no. I dont get to."

Tavish got to a stopping point with his project, and set it, carefully, aside. His eye looking up and over to the Irishman who was now towering over him.

"I. Get to kill, the same bloody people. Over, and over, and over."

A pit dropped in the Scotsmans stomach, Bo swayed as they started pacing. Thankfully, not close the roofs edge. "And die. Over, and over and OVER." Tavish watched over their pacing, and bitter quiet ramblings. Nervously he leaned up, bringing his knees to his chest, waiting to dash if they get too close to the roofs edge.

"Its too much." Bo clutched their arms around themself and flopped down onto their knees. "Its all too much."

Tavish stood quickly and rushed to their side, placing a hand on their back as they sobbed into their own hands. Tracing his scared hands along their back in slow, soothing circles.

He had no clue what he was doing, as he usually drank and drank to ease his own sorrows, but he knew that wasnt the solution for everyone, and

offering Bo more beer wasnt going to help whatsoever, so he just let them continue their drunken ramblings.

"I couldve lived. I could be out there, creating. Existing. But no. Im bloody stuck here." The ginger gasped in some air, leaning their head to the side and pressing it against Tavish' shoulder.

"Easy. Easy, there. I think you had a wee bit too to drink much, lassie." He said softly, easing to his feet and carefully helping up the swaying, sobbing ginger.

"Come on, lets get ya rested."

[megaf00t]

Part 2!

[pinecobe-woman]

feeling silly, might read the bombinombicon, might curse my left eye to haunt me forever, idk

[yakkety-yak-art]

u ever see how someone draws or talks about demoman and ur just like oh man I hate u lmao..like u can jsut tell. no respect for him…despicable.. .