#engie x spy

[another-delta-lover]

You should draw BLU spy in slutty eyeshadow makeup :3

I do NOT know how to draw makeup, or engineer, or spy but... Here's my first Engiespy drawing i've made! I love em teehee😋(I don't draw this ship much even if it's one of my favs bc... Engie and Spy are hard to draw...)

[honkshoo-zzz]

guys yell at me that u love my stuff so maybe i’ll actually finish somethin

[ffishstick]

POST ENGIESPY PROPAGANDA INSTANTLY!!!!!!!!! GO VOTE FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY ----> @tf2shipswag!!!!!!!!

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

We’re not loved by people who are with us when we’re happy. We’re loved by those who are here when we draw our favorite characters from our teens. Woof.

[my-guttedgirl]

question.

is it

[catgirlscout]

Some EngieSpy doodles. Cuties!

[popitdontdropitwrites]

EngieSpy Week (2022) Day 1 - "Musically Inclined"

Also avaliable on Ao3 here.

In the aftermath of Spy’s date with death, when his prettied, lifeless body sunk beneath the earth to rot, so too would countless secrets. That night, or whenever his cruel mistress came for him, silk handkerchiefs would be ceremoniously dabbed to the sweat laden foreheads of politicians, conmen, leaders, businessmen and royalty alike as an offering to their good fortune, which had been so kind as to spare each and every one of them from the most lethal blade of all – one’s own misdeeds. Though Dorian revelled in the satisfaction of a quick, clean kill, he rather enjoyed watching the slow, maddening downfall of his enemies with a glass of wine in hand. Needless to say, no one would be mourning an assassin’s demise. If anything, his corpse would be drowning in hateful spit, smiling even in death.

But there was one secret he couldn’t allow to seep into obscurity, though it did make his stomach twist and flutter with embarrassment. Normally that unpleasant feeling alone was enough to goad him into keeping it quiet for good, but this was different, in a way he couldn’t quite explain. There was a tenderness to it, a softness that tickled his insides like the velvety tips of feathers. In his bitter, rotten age, he had thought that this fluttery sensation was no longer possible. But for once, Dorian did not mind being proved wrong.

He chewed the cigarette between his lips, though he was increasingly aware of just how bad this habit was becoming. He took a drag, leaning over the splintering balustrade, his gaze wandering over to the scene before him. Harvest, though its archaic nature disgusted and frustrated him in equal parts, also gave way to gold tinted moments like these, where even the madmen among them were blessed with peace, himself being one of them, of course.

The air still carried the stench of blood and agony from the day of war, faintly perceptible underneath the homely aroma of hay and crisp evenings. The ash of his cigarette joined it, poisoning it with his presence. He felt like a snake in the grass, observing his fellow men drink and be merry, though he wouldn’t dare to strike, teeth bared, he’d merely watch, as he always did, ready to hiss at the welcoming arms around his shoulders should the need arise. Many questioned why he bothered to show up at all, if he didn’t plan on joining in on the festivities, but his reasons were simple, painfully so.

A slight smirk lifted his lips as his eyes fell on Engineer, who sat by a makeshift campfire, guitar in hand. The charming strum of his beaten up, ageing instrument delivered sweet dreamlike fragments of the cigarettes of all the previous ceasefires. His secret, the only one he would dare to confess to – provided he had a wrench to his throat – was that he liked listening to Dell play. It did not suit a man like Dorian, or fit in with his more… lavish tastes, but he could not help but listen. In a way, the humble simplicity of it freed him of the burden of luxury, because he did not have to explain its appeal, or the exquisiteness of it. His playing was pleasant, and that was all there was to it.

Admittedly, the man himself was similarly pleasant. But unlike his instrument, he would not dare to call him simple, though one might be tempted to – his trained eyes could see the gleam of the blade hidden inside that false assumption. Dell had his own secrets, perhaps just as many as him. Sometimes, in the darkness of the night, when the warmth of the alcohol had hit his face, and his mind, he dreamt of hot breath against his ears, whispering all the things he wasn’t supposed to know. In those fleeting fantasies, Dorian’s own secrets unfurled oh so naturally, insulting his long years of training simply to earn the favour of another man.

Dorian exhaled rings of smoke, subtly attempting to get Engineer’s attention.

His eyes, the colour of polished moonstones, finally met his. “Enjoyin’ the song, Spy?”

“Enjoyingis too strong of a word.” He snickered, tapping the ash from the tip of his cigarette. “Tolerating is more accurate, I believe.”

“You reckon I’m gonna buy that?” His playing did not falter for even a moment. “Y’see, son, the thing about snakes is they’ve got a real pretty smile, and yours is no different. The way I see it, you’re lovin’ every second of this.”

He had him there, in more ways than one, and he was thankful that his balaclava hid the rising, embarrassed blush on his cheeks for the most part. “I was merely mocking you, labourer. Admittedly, your skill is a little… lacking.” He snuffed out his cigarette, discarding the butt in the grass.

“It was so doggone awful that you decided to stick around, ain’t that right?” Dell set his guitar down and approached him, leaning against the wood with a devilish grin.  

“Oui, I could do better with my hands tied together.”

“Wanna bet, snake?” He chuckled, pulling the yellow cable from his belt. “I can tie ‘em up real nice for ya.”

He scoffed, the sound dignified and haughty, designed to demean Dell just a little before delivering the blow. He leant down, lowering his voice. “If you want to tie me down, labourer, it will not be with cheap, filthy cables and nor will it be in front of these imbéciles.”

As expected, he caught onto his suggestion quickly and played along, much to his delight. “Who says? Ya might think you’re above folk like me, but you’re kiddin’ yourself if you think I’ll be takin’ your orders.” His tone lowered, as if to beckon him. “Maybe it’d even be good for you. I could straighten out that nasty attitude of yours while I’m at it.” He tugged on the cables for effect, which made Spy nervous, but in that thrilling, intoxicating way, like a hand around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to tighten his lungs.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dorian hissed. “You love me for it.”

“You’re forgettin’ who you’re talkin’ to. I solve problems, Spy, and you happen to be one of ‘em.” Dell’s accent danced, twisted, and curled in all sorts of wonderful ways and though he recognised the bait before his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to bite into it and feel the hook pierce his throat.

He glanced towards the battlefield, and moreover, the distant party raging on without them. Their comrades were far too invested in the arm wrestle between Heavy and a team of Scout, Demoman and Soldier to give them so much as a curious glance. He chewed his lip – due to the absence of a cigar – deciding whether to say the delicious set of words on his tongue, or to swallow them down for later.

“You think you can fix me like one of your mechanical toys?” His gloved index traced circles into the Engineer’s sleeve. “You are more than welcome to try.” He snorted, just a little.

“It’s settled then. Let’s get goin’.” He whistled for him, as if he were a dog.

Dorian wanted to interject and argue until his mouth ached, but he decided against it – there was simply no winning. He followed along, shooting a final glance to the abandoned guitar, which had fallen silent without its owner.

[rullikka]

old man yaoi <3

[gearbroth]

kiss me I’m seeing red

[miintsprigz]

Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)

This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.

But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.

Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.

VERY LONG POST INCOMING

Scout

• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.

• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”

•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.

•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.

• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…

•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?

• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”

•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”

•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)

Pyro

•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.

•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.

•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.

•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.

•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.

•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.

•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.

•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.

•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.

•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.

• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.

• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.

•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.

•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.

Heavy

•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.

•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.

•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.

•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.

•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!

• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.

•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.

•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”

Demoman

•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.

•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.

•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”

•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”

•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.

•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.

•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?

•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”

•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.

•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”

Engineer

•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.

•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.

•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.

•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.

•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.

•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.

•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.

•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.

•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”

•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?”

•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”

Soldier

•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.

•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.

•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.

•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”

•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.

•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.

•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”

•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”

•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.

•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?

•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”

•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”

Sniper

•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.

•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.

•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.

•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.

•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”

•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.

•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.

•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.

•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.

•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”

Medic

•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”

•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.

•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”

•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.

•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.

•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”

•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”

•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”

•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.

•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”

•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.

Spy

•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.

•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.

•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.

•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.

•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”

•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”

•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.

•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.

•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…

•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.

•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.

•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.

•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.

•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”

•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j

•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.

•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.

•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”

AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!

[prettyboypistol]

What if... stuff that m!reader does/can do that makes the mercs flustered? even if its just making them a little embarrassed i need to know!!!

What You Do That Flusters the Mercs! || TF2 x M!Reader

Scout

He likes watching you socialize with people, you naturally lean on walls and tilt your neck up when you laugh- god damn, you look so hot when you laugh!

For some reason, when you throw things and catch them. He has no idea why it just makes his heart skips a beat.

When you focus and your eyebrows knit together and it deadass just stares at you.

Soldier

DISPLAYS. OF. POWER. Deadlift something. Throw an enemy off a cliff. Threaten a Spy and scare him. Solly will never fucking recover.

Independence and general "coolness" makes Jane stumble over his words! You don't need a man, yet you still ask him to assist you? He feels so honored!

Asking for help casually, like said above. When you extend your hand out to grab something from him it makes Soldier scream internally.

Pyro

The fact that you're kind to people makes them like you. You're sweet and polite and cordial when you want to be. You're not annoying or hard ot read or obnoxious- you're just kind.

When you take your time with things to understand them. They daydream about spilling all their secrets to you.

Protectiveness really flusters Pyro. One time in battle, Pyro was cornered. You slammed the Scouts with a metal pole and growled that "nobody touches our Pyro!". They haven't stopped thinking about that. Nor will they ever.

Demo

Tavish is enamoured with your sense of humor. He loves how you're quick to make a joke and open to laughing at anything.

Can't help but blush when you stare at him. Yeah, half of the times you stare, you're spacing out, but Tavish still looks away and is flushed a pretty deep red.

The joking flirting??? YEAH HE STARTED IT BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE THAT HOT

Engie

Hard work and general work ethic.

Dell is super insecure about the fact the finds you super hot when you're sweaty. After a battle or working out is when Dell seems to linger around, stealing glances at you.

WHEN. YOU. PRAISE. HIS. INVENTIONS. That replays in his head all week long.

Heavy

He likes to watch you spar with people with stuff like wrestling/boxing, especially when you swing Scout around like a baseball bat.

There was one time where you and Heavy were in a tough spot against the enemy team, down by 4 kills. There was just something in your eye that had a light of fire and determination. Seeing that is how he fell for you.

Cook for this man please he will love you and blush forever.

Medic

CASUAL KNOWLEDGE ABOUT MEDICAL PAPERS AND SCIENTIFIC STUDIES. GOD YES.

Cooing with his birds??? He wants to pick you up and spin you around and kiss you and-

He really likes when you challenge him. You give this confident smirk and your tone shifts that make Medic want to just scream about how handsome you are.

Spy

Spy's a man with refined taste. He likes his men like he likes his wine: aged finely and polished to perfection. He likes when you're classy and get onto the others about acting crass and classless.

If you can dance, Spy absolutely pulls some strings to have you two on a mission where you two are in matching suits and dancing together.

Spy once was muttering to himself in french and you catch him and you just lean over the back of the couch, look down at him with a knowing smile and just respond in french as well "now now, a lady shouldn't scowl like that." He knew you meant it as a playful insult, but he blushed wildly under his mask.

Sniper

Mick's downright horrendously flustered when you make eye contact with him. You're a tad shorter than he is, so you looking up from behind to him makes Mick shake in his boots.

Bro please don't grunt/groan in effort at anything. He will NOT stop thinking about that.

When you accidentally look at him during missions. He's always keeping an eye on you, so when you stare back at him it makes his heart flutter.

[honkshoo-zzz]

old man yaoi..,..,….

[neonghozt]

WHEN YOU'RE A SPYY YOU GET AN ENGINEER

They r in lov

Inspired by this video

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

my halloween parents

[lenny-link]

BRO LIKE the fact tht Spy is french and in Good Omens Azi is really bad in french and and- What if Spy teached Engi some french and now he uses it any time he gets a chance???? THIS IS SO COOL WHAT WHY IT FITS SO WELL

Also Soldier as Muriel my beloved 💋

You really came to the right person for this (well not only cuz i made this random crossover thing) but also cuz i play TF2 in french! and im an Engineer main so i hear Engie speaking french and saying “construction d’une mitrailleuse” (which translates to “building a sentry”) aaaalll the time!! So i had to make him say that lolol

Can’t draw GO without some hurt/comfort:

I bet some of y’all already recognize this movie scene but it was well in english, i think it works really well with Aziracrow and Engiespy :,)

i need them to have a scene like this :,,)

Also Soldier as Muriel! :D

[2frosty4you]

Hello! I wanted to ask if you would do the Mercs w a gender neutral reader who finds a stray animal (like a dog or cat) that somehow wandered into their base and BEGGING the Mercs to keep it. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too many, then just Scout, Spy, and Engie please! Thank you! ♡

Convincing them to keep a stray animal [Headcanons]

| Scout, Spy, Engie x GN!reader | 334 words | | masterlist | request-box |

Couldn't feel up to writing all 9 so these three as you wanted anon :) Tysm to my gf for her stamp of her approval ╔═════════════════╗

Scout:

The moment you show him the dog he wants it

No convincing needed, he's always wanted a dog

Now both of you have to convince Engineer and Medic to keep it.

Which was easy

This dog is going to be spoiled by you and scout

He goes on his morning runs with it

Instead of a collar it has a bandana wrapped around its neck

He tried to name it bonk and you immediately declined and threatened to lock him out of the base

Engineer:

When you found a small, skinny brown cat hidden behind a few crates you were in love.

Taking it to engineer quickly and begging to keep it, he looks uneasy (cat could have fleas, or ringworm and you're here touching it)

You and the cat convince him quickly, you with your puppy eyes and the cat with its.. uh cat qualities.

Medic gave it a small look over, it doesn't have fleas or ringworm.

He doesn't want it inside his workroom in case it gets too close to the machinery.

He'll sneak the cat some food when he's cooking meats.

Spy

"non"

You did not even SHOW him the cat and he was saying no.

You found a skinny black cat on the battlefield, took it and ran straight to spy to show him.

He doesn't want a feline shedding fur onto his suits, furniture or himself.

You keep the cat either way

The cat is very laid back, an older feline who just enjoys being in the sun.

He'll like the cat one day, but not early on.

The cat loves him though, always wants to be inside of his smoking room and wanting to lay in-front of the fireplace.

He'll buy it expensive cat food, if its going to stay in his smoking room it won't be eating cheap, disgusting smelling cat food

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Posted 5.03.2024