#drunk demoman

[valischli]

Normal Demo encounter

[utmbug]

[casserpillarr]

(i like this version without background too)

bonus under cut :)

They are so lost.

[misshoneywitch]

Have some Swordvan/Piss Drunk <3

[ourpleee]

they are married

[manglechanbluh]

More flower crowns !

[calygocat]

funny dodoles i will never finish 😊

[daily-tf2-demo]

omg I beg u 2 draw swordvan (sniperdemo) plz lol (lots of love)

SWORDSVAN!!!

Day 60 they were drinking together and snip got emotional :'

[jayjamjary]

Got inspired. the post

[harpy-scout]

Demo x Sniper’s ship name should be Piss Drunk

[vivziestop]

Engie x Medic should not be called Science Party ok. It's just the two of them. It's not a science party unless you have the other science nerd in there. Demoman. Ok stop excluding him. Demo is a scientist too he's super smart guys ple ase I'm begging

[phantom-pinetree]

Spy: Demo, you need to calm down.

Demo, slamming his fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

[utmbug]

just two bros hanging out

[paninicupcakke]

Runway Traitor’s💣🔪

(Bomb voyage one shot + Engie & miss Pauling mentioned)

(Traitor! AU)

(CW: alcohol abuse / drunk driving)

Location: Applejack / abandoned storage building

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Demoman bolted up the rickety stairs into the abandoned building’s attic. Hoping to find some temporary cover and more ammo. Instead, he found the enemy team’s Spy slacking off. He was sat on the floor with his back up against the wall. A small plug in fan, a portable radio and a stolen bottle of wine all sat on the floor beside him. Spy flinched at the sudden intruder, nearly spilling his glass of wine. Demoman froze in his tracks, looking utterly confused while aiming the iron bomber’s sight at him. He slowly gazed down at the open wine bottle on the floor. Spy rose an eyebrow, noticing his enemy’s hesitation.

“Don’t shoot. I’ll share with you.” Spy bargained. He cautiously set down his glass onto the floor then picked up the bottle of wine. Raising it upwards towards the Demoman as a peace offering. The rookie Demoman lowered his gun, genuinely intrigued by the man’s offer.

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An hour had passed and both men were now sat side by side on the hard wood floor together. Drunkenly mingling away as the current round continued on outside. Doing their best to ignore the gunshots and explosions in the distance.

“Everyone except Pyro’s been treatin’ me like I got the bloody plague. I don’t know what the hell their problem is.” Demo vented in a frustrated tone. Immediately taking a swig of wine right after. Spy frowned at his confession.

“My team despises me as well.” Spy drunkenly admitted. Gently resting his head onto Demoman’s shoulder. Taking a final sip of wine leftover from his glass.

“Huh? Really?” Demo asked in disbelief.

“Yes…supposedly, I haven’t been acting like myself. They all think I’ve changed ever since I got my body back.” Spy confessed, anxiously rubbing the back of his scarred neck. Demoman tilted his head as he listened.

“Well…do ya feel any different? I can’t imagine you’d be the exact same after somethin’ like that.” Demo curiously asked, setting down the nearly empty wine bottle back onto the floor.

“I feel better than ever…but they all find me repulsive now. I can’t seem to trust them the same anymore.” Spy honestly explained. Slowly meeting up with the enemy’s matching sad gaze. Demoman let out a defeated sigh.

“I know how that feels. Sometimes…it feels like ya can’t trust anyone. Not even the people you’re gettin’ paid to trust.” Demo replied with a sad shrug. Spy sighed and nodded in agreement. Both men sat there a few silent moments, listening to the faint instrumental jazz music spewing from Spy’s portable radio.

“Let’s finish this bottle, shall we?” Spy flirtatiously proposed. Grabbing the open bottle of wine nearby and taking the last swig into his mouth. He then immediately grabbed the back of Demoman’s neck, crashing their lips together. Messily transferring the sweet wine into his enemy’s mouth. Demoman’s face lit up as their lips met. He eagerly kissed and swallowed the last bit of sweet wine from Spy’s mouth. A few burgundy droplets trickled down both of their chins. Both men eagerly began kissing each other in a passionate frenzy. Spy let out an impatient groan. Demoman kept their lips locked while simultaneously turning up the volume dial to the radio. Hoping to drown out their crude noises. Spy parted ways suddenly, wiping off some of the wine from his chin with his hand.

“Wait…let’s get the hell out of this barn first.” Spy spontaneously proposed. Demoman paused and tilted his head curiously.

“Where ya wanna go?” Demo asked.

“Anywhere but here.” Spy grumbled, folding his arms. Demoman sat there a few silent moments. Conjuring up an impulsive and spontaneous plan to escape with his new found friend.

“Hmm…I got an idea.” Demo piped up. Spy rose an eyebrow.

“Well? Let’s hear it.” Spy replied with a devious smirk.

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Another half hour of company time had passed. Engineer suddenly yelped in disbelief from his current sentry camp. Witnessing his stolen red truck currently doing donuts in a field off in the distance. He squinted his eyes to find his teammate Demoman and the enemy Spy occupying his vehicle. The Texan abandoned his sentry camp momentarily to run up closer towards his truck. Hearing them both drunkenly yell and cheer as he approached them closer. Before he could draw out his pistol, Demoman slammed on the gas pedal and sped off. Driving through a wooden fence and off to the nearest road he could find. Engineer was left looking utterly baffled and upset. He angrily shoved his hand into his back pocket to whip out his cellphone.

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After about 15 minutes of driving down the dirt road, Demoman suddenly flinched hearing his work phone start ringing. The Scotsman let out an annoyed groan listening to the dreaded sound.

“Here, I’ll get it for you.” Spy offered, gliding a hand over the man’s thigh.

“Thanks man.” Demo replied with a drunken grin. Spy grabbed the man’s phone from his front pocket, hitting the answer button and holding it up to Demoman’s mouth. Before he could greet her, Miss Pauling immediately began yelling through the speaker.

“DEMOMAN! Where the hell are you!? Engineer just told me that you stole his truck and fled off with the enemy?!” Miss Pauling frantically shouted through the portable phone’s speaker.

“Aye! I’m just borrowin’ it for a wee bit.” Demoman bluntly replied. Miss Pauling let out an agitated groan.

“Listen to me carefully. Turn around, kill that Spy and get back to that farm! You need to help your team get that briefcase!” Miss Pauling angrily instructed. Spy was left silently pouting. Demoman furrowed his eyebrows.

“They’ll manage! I’m takin’ the day off.” Demo firmly declared.

“You have to schedule those off in advance Demo! That’s not how this works. You can’t just leave when you want to?!” Miss Pauling sternly lectured. Both men rolled their eyes in unison at those last few confining words. Demoman grumbled and pressed down on the brake pedal carefully. Slowing down his speed and inevitably coming to a stop on the side of the road. Demoman swiftly took his cellphone from Spy’s hand. Getting out of the driver’s seat momentarily to place the phone near one of the front tires.

“Hello?!…Are you there?! Listen to me! You’re going to get written up for this! Just get back to the farm-“ Miss Pauling shouted before completely cutting off. Demoman drove the truck’s front tire over the device, crushing it into several pieces. Running over the phone a few more times before speeding off down the road. Spy snickered hearing the device crumple underneath the truck’s weight.

“Once we find a gas station, let’s ditch the truck.” Spy suggested.

“Aye, they probably got a tracker on this damn thing too.” Demo agreed while quickly glancing around inside of the truck. Spy let out a disappointed groan after opening up the Engineer’s glovebox. Finding a pistol, a lone cigar and various paperwork. Nonetheless, Spy took the cigar and eagerly put it between his lips. Taking out his metal lighter from his pocket and sparking the tip of it. Propping both legs up on the dashboard and comfortably lounging in the passenger’s seat.

[scrumpy-swillin-scotsman]

Ochh wah a bloody idiot I am…….betruayd me best frend ffor sum shiny new weapons all cos of some shhtupid blody colors…bawgh some friedn I trned oot tae be…!. M jest a oneyed blloody monster wot cannaet stay loyal ta a mate or a team te save me life…cripe wha a sad wallowin lump i am….bloodyy useless….!!…

[ermwhatintheworld]

Not my usual content but I'm still trying and learning to draw POC, and I hope that I can do better in this style:) So enjoy this i guess?:)))