#really fond of sniper being close to both scout and spy

[homkamiro]

Family therapist

[supernova41st]

I LOOOVEDD your girly reader x sniper hcs.

May I request the opposite? Like a tomboy, introverted, Adam Sandler fit and overall just a freaky ass reader x sniper? =^.^=

Gangnam style 🛹

A/n: BIG SIS FIGHT BACK. PLEASEEEE, BIG SISTER GENERAL, COCONUT, BIG SISTER. 🥥🥥🥥

Warnings: Body shaming, ‘Bromance’

Sniper

Hey, he gets it.

Sniper takes a quick liking to you. Your sarcastic behavior/humor always has him snickering, even when it’s against him

Once you were in the frontlines he almost shot you, you just had some thoughts to share <3

“Crikey! ‘pologies!!”

“Jesus Christ sniper! You have better aim when pissing jars 😒”

“Hehe, good one mate”

Enjoys your introverted side, you guys love going on road trips in his van. Enjoying the silence together is great and all, but so is bantering with each other.

“Motherfucker-no way you listen to jazz.”

“Oh shut ya yob! What’s wrong with jazz?”

“You serious? I’m snoring over here, play some beastie boys I dunno!!”

“Oh please that’s dunny music”

He hates what you do to his van, he never notices the mess you make until after the trip. The shoe prints on his seats, the empty bags of chips and energy drinks, your axe deodorant. He puts in all in a plastic bag then gives it to you lmao

He’s pretty iffy about your fashion sense, sure it looks comfy but just.. why

“Should I get the Superman shirt or the sonic one?”

“You should put ‘em both back. 🫤”

“Alr bitch”

Being a messy sleeper is no help to him since his bed barely fits him so when he invites you over to sleep with him you better be TUCKED. Otherwise your gonna kick him off the bed in your sleep

Scout

He’s so fucking confused. It’d probably take him more time to have him understand how you’re a girl wearing masculine clothing than teaching him how to read

“So, you’re a chick?”

“Yeah?”

“But, you’re wearin’ dudes clothes?”

“..Alright bro”

Okay but actually you guys have a nice Bromance. Smacking each others ass fist bump being each others hype man etc.

“See ya losers later, ima go bang this chick I met online”

“Oo, can I watch?”

“no.”

Asking you for relationship advice is like asking an Italian mother in law what she thinks about your cooking, feedback will be given but someone’s just gonna get hurt in the process

“Do I look like a guy who would eat pussy? Be honest”

“You look like a guy who’d eat anything”

“Ok ☹️”

Spy isn’t really fond of scout, so imagine how he feels about you two combined..

“Can you guys stop playing that silly game and help around here?”

“Fuck you spy!”

“Get the fuck out spy you freaking French bitch,-“

“I’m gonna kill you spy close the door I swear to god!!”

“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN- FUCK YOU”

The aura you guys carry is disastrous, such loud losers..

“Guess you can say we’re some kind of team fortress 2 👁️👁️”

“Say that again..”

“Oh my god please shut ya traps..”

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

She’s a lady (woah oh oh oh)

Is this inspired by THE Tom jones song? Yeah it is sorry

Scout x sniper x virgin!fem!reader

You and Scout were definitely close. After all you both were fairly young and nobody else really understood your humor like he did. If you were being honest, he definitely was the cutest of the mercenaries. You could name a hundred reasons why he was just sooo attractive but then we’d be here all day (I have a crush on Scout.).

You and Scout shared drinks here and there even though neither of you were too fond of the taste alcohol left behind but the feeling is what you both craved more than anything (as one does)

“Hey, Scout.” You pushed open his door where he sat on the edge of his bed in his cluttered room reading what looked to be a comic book or some kind of magazine.

He jumped out of his skin “Oh jeez Y/n-“

“I’m sorry” You said through laughs “Wanna go grab a drink? Everyone’s leaving to go to that bar we like.”

Scout shot up and tossed his reading material in a random direction, not caring where or how it landed. “Duh I do! Let’s go!”

You two were walking out of the shared facility while scout was telling you about random new things he learned about Tom jones

“Did yaknow my dad actually married like, super young?”

“Oh yeah? Well that’s fairly common isn’t it?”

Scout shrugged his shoulders “Wait.”

You both stopped in your tracks

“What?” You looked over at him

“Who’s driving?”

“I believe Medic is…But Medic’s definitely going to get drunk so.. probably Heavy”

“Are you two going to hurry up or just stand there all night?” Spy said to catch the attention of you and Scout. “It’s bad enough we’re going to have to hear Scout babble about random things no one cares about”

You and scout hopped in the car, “Shut the hell up, Spy. Can people NOT be happy around you?” Scout shot back

“Not when it’s you.” Spy rolled down his window and lit a cigarette

“Both of you stop or we won’t go anywhere. You both are adults, act like it.” Sniper said to shut the men up

Scout looked over at you and rolled his eyes while he motioned to Sniper and Spy

“What was that, Scout?”

“Nothing.” He rolled his eyes again.

_____

You all reached the bar and hopped out as everyone went their separate ways.

You sat at the table you two always sat at “Can I get a couple shots of vodka, like 3 or 4?”

“Starting the night off strong are we?”

You laughed the waitresses comment off “Yeah”

“And what about you, sir?”

Scouts attention was snapped off of you and onto the waitress “Can I get just a beer”

“What brand?” She smiled at him

“Whatever brand. It’s all doing the same thing, so.”

The waitress giggled “You’re funny..” she paused and waited for an answer of his name

“Oh- uh- Jeremy.”

She then put her hand on Scouts shoulder “Ok I’ll be right out with your drinks” she looked at you and then back at Scout

“What was that-“ Scout asked

“I- don’t know? I think she thinks we’re here as a couple.” You started laughing

You both chatted and laughed for a little until the drinks came back

“Here you go” she handed you your shot glasses “and here you go, Jeremy. If you need anything else let me know.”

“Will do” Scout said as he flashed a chipped tooth grin at the woman

“Want one?” You offered a shot to the man

He paused to think “Sure” he shrugged and you handed it to him

“Ok ready?”

Scout nodded

“1,2,3-“ you said in unison and then shot back the liquor at the same time

Scouts face contorted into a mix of discomfort and ache

“Good, right?”

“How do you drink that stuff??”

You shrugged and downed your last 3 shots

Scout started to drink his own beer as you two chatted while he downed the drink

And then a song started to play

“Oh my god”

“What?” Scout looked at you confused

“Listen” you paused “she’s a lady.(Tom jones)” You hopped up “Scout, let’s dance!”

He shrugged and hopped up with his beer in hand

You two danced in a small circle as the song played and you sang along to the lyrics

“I didn’t know you even listened to this song!” Scout shouted over the music

“Duh I do! You talk about the guy 24/7 I picked up a little interest in him of my own” you giggled as you kept dancing and singing

Scout looked at you in awe with a smile on his face, showing his bucked, chipped teeth.

The song ended and you looked up “I’m gonna go get another drink” you laughed

“I’ll come too” his eyes still fixed on you

You both marched over to the bar “Can I get a whiskey on the rocks?”

The bar tender nodded and went to fixing your drink

“They’re playing such good songs tonight” as you started singing to the song playing “It’s not unusual to find out I’m in love with you (it’s not unusual- Tom jones)” as you swayed in rhythm of the song

Scouts face was red

“Hey are you ok? Your cheeks are red”

“Oh- yeah just from drinking that vodka earlier”

“You’re feeling it, huh?” You giggled as the bartender handed you your drink

Scout nodded as he finished up his beer “Hey can I get the same thing?”

The bartender nodded and got to work

You began dancing again with your drink in hand, stopping only to sip on it.

Once the song stopped playing another one started

“Hey Scout do you know this song?”

He shook his head as he was handed his drink “who sings it?”

“Dean Martin, he’s basically my Tom Jones.” You looked over at him as the song ‘you’re nobody until somebody loves you’ played

You sang along with the lyrics and walked back over to your shared table

Sniper soon made his way over “Can I sit over here with you guys. Spy and medic are arguing and I really don’t wanna be apart of that..”

“Yeah of course” you said as you moved over and let him take your previous spot in the booth.

The waitress came over “Anything I can do for you?” She looked at scout, then you and then at sniper. “Looks like we have a new member of the group?” She looked sniper up and down

“Can I get a beer and a shot of vodka again” you answered her previous question

“You seem to drink a lot” the waitress shot back

“Well, my job is stressful so I’d appreciate it if youd just get me my drinks.”

She looked back at scout “Anything for you?”

“Same thing”

She looked at sniper “What about you? I bet you can handle your alcohol, huh?”

“3 shots of tequila and a shot of vodka”

The waitress nodded and walked off

It was silent as you laid your head on your folded arms as they laid on the table

“Here you guys go, is that all for tonight?”

Scout nodded

“I’ll bring your check, you can pay it up front when you leave, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” Scout answered

you sat up and chatted while sipping on your drinks, finishing your beer and the sharing your shots of vodka at the same time

“Tequila? Why on earth would you drink that stuff?” You laughed

“It’s strong” sniper said as he took another one of his shots “Want one?”

“Sure.” You took the glass and shot it back and shook your head “Wooh! That’s strong”

Scout laughed and Sniper chuckled.

“Alright, we done here?” Scout asked and stood up

“I think we are.” You said with a smile

You and scout were definitely the most fucked up.

You went and payed, then left. Everyone was already outside waiting.

“Took you long enough”

“Shut *hic* up, Spy” Scout slurred his words

“Good god you’re wasted.”

“Nuh uh” you shot back at spy “We’re just a little tipsy”

“Nah, las, I’ve seen tipsy. You two are drunk�� Demoman laughed as he chimed in before walking back to the car

Spy looked at Sniper as he held you up

“Please tell me you’re not also that irresponsible to be THAT drunk”

“No no, im fine” Sniper said as he walked you to the car in the most uneven line ever

Spy sighed and helped you all into the back of the car before getting in the front.

Medic was half asleep and babbling. While Spy smoked a cigarette and Heavy just sat in silence

They reached the base and let all of you file out of the vehicle

While Spy, heavy and medic waltzed inside You, Sniper and Scout stayed outside and chatted

“Let’s all go inside Snipers van!” You exclaimed

The men agreed and made their way into the van.

Sniper picked up another bottle while he sat down

“More tequila?” You asked and he nodded “Partys just getting started!” Sniper exclaimed

You took a couple swigs of the tequila laid on Scouts lap after and his face went red.

Sniper chuckled

“Hey Scout you wanna know something?” You as as you wobbly sat up

He nodded and you whispered in his ear with a giggle “I’m a virgin”

Scouts face went beet red as he looked at you

“Wanna help me with that problem?”

“Wait really?”

“Mhm”

“What are you two talking about?” Sniper interrupted

You giggled and hummed before answering with a lustful voice “I asked him to take my virginity”

Sniper was shocked at how blunt you were

It was silent for a few minutes until Sniper asked “Can I.. uh” he paused “Can I help?”

Now you were shocked. Two men at the same time?

You thought on it for a moment “Hmm, sure” you shrugged

The men were stunned, were you really serious?

“How do we start this?” Scout asked

“Who wants a bj” you asked rhetorically as you moved in front of Scout and began to undo his zipper

Scout grabbed your wrist “Y/n, are you sure?”

You nodded and bit your lip “I’ve been wanting this for so long Scout”

He moved his hand off and let you undo his pants

“Sniper get over here”

Sniper moved closer to scout.

You began to undo his pants aswell, the men’s hard cocks springing to life as you did so.

You admired the scene in front of you before spitting on your hand for lubricant as you pumped Snipers cock and took scouts member into your mouth.

The men moaned in unison as you worked them both.

Your mind was flooded with the noises they were letting out

Scouts hips started to stutter, he reached down to hold your head down as he came down your throat. Moaning you name as he did so.

You pulled up and swallowed Scouts load while still pumping Smipers cock. You looked at Scouts face, then moved over to Sniper to take him inside of your warm mouth now.

Sniper grabbed your hair and fucked into your throat like you had no gag reflex what so ever.

“Fuck, Y/n.“ His hips stuttered before he came down your throat

“That throat of yours works wonders.”

Scout agreed. You stood up and began to take your clothes off in front of the men, your body was analyzed by them like hungry wolves.

“So what do we do now?” You said as you walked over and sat in between the men.

“Ride Scout.” Sniper demanded

You looked over at scout

“Is that okay?”

Scout nodded so fast you thought his head would fall off

You straddled his lap before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Scouts breath hitched. He muttered “Fuck” under his breath.

He grabbed your hips and began to work you up and down his cock, it was thinner than Snipers so it was good to start with him.

You sunk down onto his cock and bounced your hips, breaking around his cock.

“Good girl, Y/n.” Sniper moved behind you and began kissing your neck while you worked Scouts cock

“God, Y/n, you feel so good” Scout cried out

One of Snipers hands found their way to your breast. Scout took your other breast into his mouth.

“Scout.. gonna-“

“Aww she’s gonna cum. Scout watch her face”Sniper said

Scout looked up at Snipers word and watched as your face contorted in pleasure. The way these men were handling you sent your head reeling. Scouts thrust became erratic as you tightened around his cock. He drove your down and came deep inside of your virgin cunt.

You three sat there in a moment of silence while you two caught your breath.

Sniper lifted you off of Scout and carefully laid you down on the bed you three were sitting on. “Now, Shelia, this might hurt a little.” He shot you a toothy. Scout moved behind you to hold you in his lap while Sniper positioned himself at your entrance.

Your legs were bent above your head.

He looked at your red face as he slid the tip of his cock into you pussy. You whined and moaned at the feeling. Blood running as he began sliding more inside of you. It stung but not for long. Sniper let you adjust before he began fucking into you.

Yours and his moans flooded the van.

His hands never left your legs once.

“look at you, Y/n. You’re taking him like a champ. How good does it feel? Tell me!” Scout praised

“Fu- fuck so good! God sniper I’m gonna- gonna cu-uhm”

You moaned out as Sniper pounded your used-to-be-virgin pussy.

“I’m gonna fill you up Y/n. You’re not going to be able to walk for days!”

“Fuck! Yes yes yes!” You moaned out as you came hard around the man’s cock.

He fucked into you a few more times before dumping his cum into your tight cunt. Painting your walls.

Too lazy to finish this

[okeymakeydude]

Headcanon: Ways to trust [Support classes]

“We all trust, a lot or a little, always do. We´re sociable and even the most antisocial person does the same, and our beloved mercenaries are no exception. Here I´ll try to make some headcanons of the ways I think they´d do to show that they trust someone, at the end a snippet. 

Today, i start with the Support classes; Sniper, Spy and Medic.

The last ones:

Ways to class [Defense classes]

Ways to trust [Ofense classes]

Sniper.

He starts the conversation. Sniper doesn't usually talk much, and when he does, it's because he has to, and he usually waits for someone to talk to him about something. However, he's usually more talkative when he's around people he trusts or a colleague, and he'd feel comfortable enough to sit down and be the one to start discussing something.

Let you get in their van. This´s one more step in his confidence, not everyone invites people totheir house and less if he doesn´t know ´em at all. For him his camper is a part of his privacy, and bringing someone there really makes him nervous, but he´ll calm down over time and more if he sees that his mate is comfortable.

He talks about his parents and his childhood. For this boi to speak about something that is very precious to him and very important, he has to have full confidence in that person and be sure of it. Luckily he is a person who is able to tell the difference when someone has bad intentions.

The hat he wears was given to him by his father, so he takes good care of it and doesn't like people touching it. He´d get angry if someone used it without his permission to the point of insulting and it´d be very hard to calm him down. However, he´d make an exception if it´s a friend and knows it is okay to leave it with ´em.

Snippet:

“And you jumped on a crocodile to save the puppy? with only ten years?”

“Yeah”

“What!? you're crazy, man! and... everything went well?” His partner couldn't help but show their surprise at what Sniper was telling ´em, looked at him with a smile, they asked.”And your parents, how did they react?“

“Well, i managed to save the puppy... but not my pants.”

The Australian saw how they choked on the drink while trying to laugh, that really made him smile, he had never told anyone else about his childhood adventures except his parents. He was standing in front of his friend, sitting in the chairs of his van.

He decided to continue.

"And my parents didn't take it so well."

“But you saved a life doing something dangerous, not many people do that!” They responded, almost interrupting him and pointed with their finger. “That kind of crazyman is what we need in this damn world. I'm sure your parents are proud.”

He nodded, then noticed that they was blinking much more than usual and realized that the light rays were too strong to bother their eyes. So without hesitation, he took off his hat and moved closer to ´em to put it on their head.

“Oh thanks!”

“No worries.”

Spy

“Could you help me?”. He´s never been interested in helping or being helped, he doesn´t always have problems of insecurity when doing something, determined and decided, he does it without worrying about the consequences. However, he cannot help but soften a little if he´s talking to someone he trusts enough to ask for help or some advice - even spies need a close friend.

He invites to his private room. This´s another step in his confidence too, here he spends all the time he can alone and in silence, except for the noise of the fireplace. It´s very unusual for him to let people in and not bother after a few minutes, but if it´s a companion he knows they´ll respect his room, he wouldn´t mind inviting ´em to talk.

A spy's job is to keep secrets, and they're very good at it, but when it comes to their own secrets, it's very difficult. As we know, Spy was confident enough with Sniper to tell him that he was Scout's father and that's a big one. He´d talk about the woman he loves and about some missions he did before joining the mercenaries.

It may sound strange, but he's very fond of his disguise kit. If a knife breaks he can get a new one and continue as nothing happened, but he wouldn't forgive himself for losing it because in this one he has the only picture of him with his woman and Jeremy as a child. It's very important to him. However, he doesn't care if this it´s in the hands of someone he trusts.

Snippet:

“Chocolates? Um, that's very typical. How about movie tickets?”

“I did that last time.”

The silence began to reign at the moment that both were silent, only the fireplace was the protagonist, Spy looked at his mate who was sitting on the floor and looking at the picture in his disguise kit, he had asked for advice for a small gift. Soon he´d be going to pay a visit to his beloved for the holidays.

“Is Jeremy going to be there?“

“Oui.” He rubbed his face, upset about it. “That's the problem with him living in the same home, all he's going to do is be a nuisance.”

“He's not a child anymore, and even if he doesn't know it, you're his father. So you have the right to lecture him if he does something you don't like... i guess.” They shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to say about it, but suddenly, they smiled. “I have an idea! Why don't you ask her what she wants to do on your date? You're going to be there for a few days so you'll have time to plan it.”

That really surprised him, and he couldn't help but nod his head.

“That´s a good idea.”

Medic

He cares about you. He does his job and takes care of others because he has to, especially when they are on the battlefield. However, he tends to really care when it comes to someone he considers a friend, like Heavy. Don't be afraid if he comes at 3am to ask if you've brushed your teeth, though.

He doesn't care if a person enters the medbay or his lab, after all it's a place where he cures and operates on people, but once the work is done, he prefers that that person leave so he can be alone again. He doesn´t like to be watched while he´s doing things. Although if there´s a reliable partner he wouldn't mind, talking doesn't do any harm, does it?

Already many judge him for being German and for that reason he no longer likes to talk about his past, what he says is that his childhood was very good. Although he´d tell em some stories and how he lived before joining the mercs, always sure that they won´t tell anyone else.

“Oh look, he loves you!” He has many pigeons but Archimedes is very important to him, always keeping an eye so that nothing happens to him. He believes that if his bird likes someone it is because they is a good one, so he wouldn't worry about that person touching Archimedes and would even make him happy. The more love there is, the better.

Snippet:

“Helloo Spy Head!”

“Kill me please.”

Before any more words were said, the refrigerator door was closed and attention turned to Medic, his friend was sitting on the stretcher and looked at him. This was going to be a long night.

“if you're going to be here until dawn. Tell me a little bit about your life, I already told you mine.”

“Vell, eh, it's no big deal either.“ He couldn't help but laugh as thought about what to say, never guessed he'd talk about it. “I used to live in a small town and...”

“Argh, really? hell.”

The doctor raised his eyebrows at the sudden interruption and put aside the surgical tools, turned around and immediately smiled. Archimedes was on their shoulder and giving em soft kisses with his beak on their cheek, they just tried to push his face away in vain with a finger, avoiding hurting him.

“Medic--take him away from me, he loves you more!”

“But you two look cute together haha!”

Masterlist

[aifastic]

Winning Lines

The @talesofteufort zine has been shipped, and the PDFs sent! Thank you very much to everyone who contributed. I’m very glad to have been able to participate in this project; it was a wonderful experience and it’s been great working with everyone aaaa ♥

I’m really happy to share my piece for the zine! I really hope you all like it ♥ (Read it below the cut)

Title: Winning Lines Words: 1845 Warnings: None Summary: BLU has a drawing contest. Demo just wants his magazine back.

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“ARE YOU MANN ENOUGH TO DRAW THIS BETTER THAN US?”

The header caught BLU’s Demoman’s attention. He’d been reading the latest issue of Hat-Wearing Man when he found the ad at the bottom of one of the pages. There was a somewhat simple drawing of a monkey in a spacesuit. “If you draw Poopy Joe better than our extremely talented artist, we’ll give him the boot—and kick his ass in the process! And your picture will be the new image of our project and you, our lucky friend, will win nothing less than $700 dollars!”

“Huh, it doesn’t look that hard…” he said, pensive. Suddenly, the magazine was snatched from his hands. “Hey!”

“Ohohoh, what’s this?” Scout said, grinning at the magazine. “Hey, I’d win this in the blink of an eye!”

“Oi! Get your own!” Demo took the magazine back. “I’m gonna try this. Mum will love the extra money,” he added to himself.

“Pffft, no way, it’s a waste of mail money, pally. If someone should participate, that’s someone who actually has a chance.”

“Heh.”

They turned around to see Sniper in a corner, grinning.

“What’s your deal, Long Legs?”

“Shut up, ya scoundrel. If anyone has a chance here, it’s me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Demo asked. “Where’s your credentials, mate?”

“Don’t need any,” he said. “Quiet kid, hours at the back of the classroom sketching the teacher being eaten by a croc.” He grinned. “It should be easy as cake.”

“Oi, do ya remember the magazine is mine?”

“I agree, though—the chance should be for whoever’s got the talent.”

Demo sighed. “Aye, alright. But I’m not gonna just give it away.” His face lit up, an idea coming to his mind. “You’ll have to beat me for it.”

“Huh?” Both mercenaries stared at him quizzically.

Demo grinned, eye glinting.

“Let’s have a drawing contest.”

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They emptied the kitchen table in order to make room for their sheets of paper, pencils and pens. In the meantime, they threw evaluative gazes at each other, competitive strike flaring up.

The rest of the team slowly wandered to the room to find out what was going on.

“What is noise?” asked Heavy, scratching his chest. Medic, who was right behind him, had just closed it, having found himself too distracted by the ruckus to continue his surgery.

“We’re about to find out who’s gonna win 700 dollars!”

Medic perked up. “I am in. What is the bet?”

“We’re not betting, mate.” Sniper showed him the magazine’s ad. “It’s a contest.”

Medic’s smile turned dangerous. “Even better.”

“Heavy is in, too.”

“Aw, come on, guys! It’s not as if you’re gonna beat me!”

Heavy threw Scout an unimpressed look. “It is fun. I want extra money. I am in.”

“Alright, alright, mate. Sure.” Demo handed them both some extra sheets of paper they'd brought just in case.

Medic excused himself to go search for a couple of pens. On his way out, he almost crashed onto Soldier.

“Ach, watch where you’re going!”

“I need sustenance, maggot! And you’re on my way!” He shoved Medic away, making him stumble on the way out. A couple of German swears could be heard from the corridor. “Hello, everyone!”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna get in too,” Scout groaned.

“In what?” Soldier inquired, tilting his head. Demo showed him the magazine’s ad.

Engineer peeked over his shoulder.

“Oh, a drawing contest?” he said, looking at it with a fond smile. “Heh. It’s been a while since I tried my hand at one o’ those. But I thought they allowed only one entry per ad?”

“That is point,” Heavy said. “We are fighting to get chance to earn money.”

“Oh…” Soldier grinned. “I’m in, maggots! I actually studied art with Kickasso.”

Everyone stared at him.

“Sure, mate,” Demo said, patting his back and attempting to lead him into the kitchen.

“You don’t believe me!” Soldier looked at everyone. Engie shrugged. Scout picked at his nails, and Sniper scratched the table distractedly. Heavy’s eyes said it all. “I will prove it to all of you!” And he headed to the table, snatching a paper sheet from the pile.

Demo brushed a hand across his own face. “I hope Medic brings enough pens.”

“I’ll go for mine,” Engie said. He added, “And I’ll go look for Pyro; they’ll love this.”

Scout groaned. “Anyone else? Maybe Saxton Hale?”

Spy’s laughter can be heard from a corner of the room.

“Oh, this is priceless. I wasn’t going to butt in, but this looks like too much fun to pass on the opportunity.”

“The opportunity to what?” Scout said, miffed.

“You’ll see,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Besides, you need a referee, don’t you?”

“Ugh,” Scout said, bonking his head on the table.

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Everyone looked at each other from their respective places. Scout’s leg bounced nonstop; Sniper picked unconsciously at his pencil. Heavy’s grip on his pen was strong enough for Medic to worry about it breaking.

“Alright,” said Spy. “You have to draw…” He squinted. “Poopy Joe, following the ad’s instructions; the best artist wins. The rules are: no interfering with anyone’s drawing. No kicking under the table. No destroying anyone’s drawing. No rising up from the table until all this is over. No showing your drawing until everyone is finished. Understood?”

Everyone nodded. Pyro hummed happily.

“Excellent. So, on the count of three: One, two… Three!”

Scout’s pen tore onto the paper. “Shit! Do you have a spare?” Spy handed him one. “Thanks,” he muttered.

The truth was, Scout wasn’t that confident of the fact he was going to win. When it was just him and Demo, he’d been sure he’d win to the unsteady hand of a drunk man. And Sniper was all bragging anyways. But Medic? He’d probably drawn lots of skeletons and stuff at college. And Engineer’s schematics always look exactly like the finished product. Shit. And—did Soldier really paint with Kickasso? Nah, he shook his head. He didn’t think so. Heavy was a wild card, though.

But he had to try anyway! He couldn’t back off now. So he put his all into it.

Engineer turned his sheet of paper down. Hell! That was fast. He tried to concentrate in the lines that formed Poopy Joe, and emulated them the best he could. Damn, his hand was sweaty… He hated drawing. His cousin had always been better at it, and it pissed him off even now, far from home.

He slapped his drawing on the table, face down. “Done!” He looked up to see everyone had finished. Crap.

“Alright, then,” said Spy. “Let’s see what you came up with.”

“Come up with?” That had many meanings, but the way Spy said it… “What do you mean?”

“The challenge was to improve on the design of Poopy Joe drawn by the artist, not to copy it.”

“Oh, darn,” Engineer said, showing a perfect copy of the Poopy Joe logo. Holy shit. “Guess I got a bit carried away. I’m more used to copying stuff, ya know.”

Soldier snickered.

“Let’s see what you did, Soldier boy.”

“Alright! Look at it and weep!”

He showed them all a mess of lines with dots in seemingly random places.

“Soldier, that’s…” Scout got elbowed by Demo. “That’s cool. What are… those?”

“Those are his eyes!” Oh, God.

“Let’s see Demo’s!” grinned Soldier, confidently.

“Ach, you know I’m no artist, mate,” he said, showing his drawing. It was… Actually, it was pretty decent. His drawing had a cartoonish style that drew everyone’s eyes in.

“Interesting,” said Spy, nodding approvingly.

“Demo did great job,” Heavy said, crossing his arms.

“Aw, thanks, mate.” Demo shrugged it off, somewhat flustered. “What about yours?”

Heavy showed his drawing. It was simple, a single line delineating the silhouette of the monkey astronaut. It was stylish, though it was difficult to guess what it was at times.

“Wonderful, mein freund!” Medic clapped, and revealed his. It was… Oh, my god. “I might have put a bit too much emphasis on his organs.”

“Next!” yelled Scout, tearing his eyes away from the gory drawing. Shit. Now he had to show his. Alright. You can do this, he told himself.

He turned the page face up.

“Mate,” Sniper said.

“Oh, buddy, we made the same mistake.”

“Y’know? I saw RED’s Scout draw once and I secretly thought we were doomed.”

“Oh, shut up!” Scout said, face beet red. It was true, he’d tried to copy the drawing, like Engineer did. And his lines weren’t as sure as Demo’s or Heavy’s. Shit. He screwed up big time.

“It’s good overall, mate,” Sniper said. “You just need more confidence.”

Scout flushed. “What about yours, Mister Expert?”

Sniper grunted, and showed his drawing. Oh, wow. It was really good! The monkey looked like it’d come out of the page and tear them apart. He felt as if he would be able to touch its fur.

“Wow, Slim! That’s one helluva good drawing!”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning. “I told ya: quiet kid.”

“Where is his spacesuit, though?”

His face dropped. “Aw, hell.”

“Hmmmph!” Pyro yelled, pointing at their sheet of paper.

“Alright,” Spy said, grinning along with Engineer. “The moment of truth has come.”

“What do you mean—?”

Holy shit.

The drawing was astounding. The monkey looked cartoonish enough not to look real, but in a way that made the drawing look alive. Everything was there, and in wonderful detail: The space-suit, the stars… Even an additional full moon in the background that was a perfect circle.

“Holy shit, Py!” Scout said. “How did you do that?”

“Hhmph?” Pyro asked, pointing at the moon. Everyone nodded. Pyro mumbled happily, grabbing another sheet of paper, and drew a classical Greek style face, then erased the rest of its features little by little until they got a perfect circle.

Oh, for the love of—

“Well, it seems we have our winner,” said Spy, handing Pyro the magazine. Pyro clapped with glee, running off with it.

“Aw, man. That was totally unfair. You knew this would happen!” Scout pointed to Spy accusingly.

“I had my suspicions,” he said, grinning.

“Hey, maggots,” Soldier said, sniffing. “Is that smoke?”

They all turned around to watch Pyro as they set the magazine on fire.

“Ach! My magazine!” Demo ran and stomped on it. However, many of the pages, including the drawing contest ad, didn’t make it. “Hell. Why, mate?”

“Hmmphmmphmmph!” they said, pointing at everyone in the room, then at their drawings. Then they clapped.

Everyone looked at each other, and found a common understanding. Who knew what Pyro said? But they had the feeling they meant they were all winners today.

“So it was a huge waste of everyone’s time. Fantastic,” Spy said. “Entertaining, though.”

“Shut up, Spy, we were having a moment,” Scout said.

And yes, indeed. Because even though Demo lost his magazine, he left the room with a good feeling inside. And he was sure that the rest felt the same way.

Poopy Joe’s artist could keep his job for another day.

[phobiadeficient]

Sniper after acquiring a French-English dictionary: :)

yeah this is where we’re at

(warnings for the fact that scout really thought he was gonna get away with just never telling sniper what words translate to and also potentially bad french)

-

“Spy, do you happen to have a translation dictionary?” Sniper asked, pausing as he passed by the open door to Spy’s smoking room. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, and his shoulders slouched.

“To translate unclear requests into something human beings say? Unfortunately, no. It would come in handy at the moment,” Spy replied without looking up from his work dusting off some of the picture frames at the far wall.

“I need a French-English one. Your son’s being... frustrating,” he clarified after a moment. “He keeps switching over into French to say things to me, then not bothering to tell me what he said and refusing to tell me what it means.”

“Simple solution: stop talking to my son,” Spy chimed pleasantly, still not turning around.

Sniper set his jaw. “Look, I can tell he’s upset about something, and maybe if I knew what he was saying more than half the time, I’d be able to figure out what,” he said outright.

Spy was quiet for a few moments. Hung the picture he’d been polishing off back on the wall. Tilted it just so until it was straight. “And what makes you think you’re the one who needs to solve this particular puzzle?” he inquired.

“I’d like to try, at least,” Sniper mumbled, shrugging, glancing off to one side.

A hum, then a considerable pause, then Spy was moving to the next picture frame, tilting a few books out of place on his bookshelf on the way. “I’d like them back in one piece by this time tomorrow, if I’m not in here then leave them on my desk,” he said, tone crisp, and Sniper hurried to take the books before he changed his mind.

And it would help if the French had any common sense about how consonants and vowels strung together, he needed to glance through at least two of their indexes before he even had a concept of what any of the words would sort of somewhat sound like, and then he was fighting with the reference on sentence structure for some time until he gave in and figured he’d have better luck just flipping through to find the words he needed.

‘Tu’ was ‘you’, apparently, which made sense. ‘Je veux’ was ‘I want’, which also made sense, that was one that he heard a good amount of. ‘Bien’ was ‘good’. And that was all he could learn from a few of the books without scanning the pages individually.

It took him an hour total to become frustrated enough to think about asking for help from one of the other more book-smart mercenaries, but he quickly abandoned the idea. He was fairly sure Scout was lying when he said what the phrases meant, but on the off chance that it was true, he didn’t want to air out their more private activities to the entire goddamn team.

He ended up scanning through the singular English-to-French dictionary he’d been given, deciding to just go down the list to try to memorize enough to at least call Scout out when he next lied.

‘Stop’ was ‘arrêtez’, or some variation of it. ‘My mouth’ was ‘mon bouche’, ‘my hair’ was ‘mon cheveux’, ‘my face’ was ‘mon visage’, all of which were phrases he did actually faintly remember hearing at some point, but not nearly as often as Scout claimed to say them.

He ended up finding ‘J’adore’, which was apparently the beginning of the sentence. It meant ‘I love’, which made Sniper blink, and he realized all at once that Scout had really just been downplaying whatever it was that he was saying, because never once had he repeated that particular part of the phrase in English. At most, he simplified it down to him wanting something, or a few things.

And then he looked down at the line below that, and saw ‘Je t’aime’, and saw what that meant, and his heart nearly stopped.

He’d said that phrase before. Often, several times, so many several times, always so quietly, often not able to look him in the eye.

‘I love you’, over and over, and he never knew. Never.

And he didn’t even have time to figure out what to do with that, either, because he rolled the phrase over in his head again and again as he set the books away in a bag to bring with him to base the next day when he went in for breakfast, and he’d only just turned on the kettle to make himself some coffee and calm down when there was a knock at the door, and of course it was Scout (it was always Scout), and of course he let him in (because Scout knew how to pick locks and would get in either way), and of course they ended up tangled up with each other, Scout trailing his lips up the arch of Sniper’s neck and mouthing there with purpose.

And then Scout was laid out below him in the dim light of evening, eyes half-lidded and face flushed and his lips parted around panting and gasping breaths like every pin-up Sniper had ever been fond of rolled into something new and real that made his chest ache. And despite Scout’s fingernails against his back and the way he choked out pleads for harder and more, to bite him, to play rough, this time he didn’t listen. This time he kept his hips rolling slow and steady, this time he grit his teeth and pulled his self-control together enough to draw this out and stay more gentle than he almost ever was.

And it was when he was mouthing at Scout’s chest absently, head spinning and breath coming hard, that Scout’s constant yet incoherent murmuring solidified into a phrase he knew.

“Je t’aime, je t’aime...” Scout practically whimpered, voice catching, steady like a mantra, and it made Sniper swear hard. “Je t’aime, fuck, I’m so fucking close—“

And then Scout spilled all over his own and Sniper’s stomach, fingernails digging in hard enough to hurt, and then they were releasing, and then Sniper was sliding out to finish himself off in hard, quick strokes.

And then Scout was drawing him back up, ignoring the mess, mouthing at his neck again and humming a noise of contentment, and he said it again. “Je t’aime,” he half-whispered, tone teasing, and Sniper knew the script by then, knew he was meant to ask what that meant, knew he was supposed to nod and hum thoughtfully at whatever clearly incorrect and very joking answer Scout gave, and then he was supposed to kiss Scout for as long as both of them could stay awake and not complain when Scout woke up not long after that and got up and got dressed to leave.

Instead, he quietly asked “You do?”, and Scout slowly pulled back to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I do... what?” he mumbled, blinking.

“You love me?” Sniper asked.

Silence. After about five seconds of that complete silence, Scout moved to get up.

Another second or two for Sniper to realize what he was doing. “Scout?” he asked, confused.

With efficiency, he watched Scout pull on his briefs and pants where they’d been abandoned next to the bed. He then started wrestling with his shirt, visibly trying to yank it on quickly.

“Scout, don’t,” Sniper tried, words a jumble in his mind, “you don’t—“

“Shuttup,” Scout all but spat through gritted teeth, finally getting his shirt on over his head and starting to shove his feet into his shoes.

“Scout,” he tried again, but that was when he gave up and just picked the shoes up with a hard sigh, storming out of the camper and slamming the door of it behind him.

-

An hour later Sniper took the stack of books with him back to base, hoping to drop them off so he could maybe try to get some sleep, already seeing himself sitting up every twenty minutes to flip back through to look at that page again, look at that phrase again, just to check to make sure he knew what it meant. And frankly he couldn’t afford to be up all night dealing with this, he had work in the morning and needed to be alert, so better to hand them in and get some rest and deal with it in the morning—assuming he could find Scout, at least.

And he knocked on the door to the smoking room, pushed it open at the “yes?” that came from within, and peered around it to catch sight of Spy sitting in the far chair with a glass of some kind of whiskey, eyebrows raised at him.

“Came by to return these,” he mumbled, ducking in and avoiding eye contact, making his way over to the desk across the room. “I ‘ppreciate you lending them to me, but I’ve... I don’t need them now.”

“Oh?” Spy asked in one of those odd tones that made it clear he was probably judging you, and Sniper managed not to flinch at it.

“I know it’s late, I’ll... I’ll just leave them and go,” he said, putting the books on the desk and turning around, shooting a glance at Spy and finally catching that his expression was slightly different than the sarcastic surprise he usually went with, eyebrows just a bit too high, eyes just a touch too wide. Then he caught the way Spy glanced off towards the other armchair, then finally caught sight of Scout curled up in it, knees close to his chest, not quite visible from the door, wearing a similar expression to Spy.

Well, not exactly. His eyes were a little bit wider, and reddened, and his hair was mussed and damp like he’d just taken a shower, and he was in a pair of pajamas Sniper hadn’t ever seen—neither of them generally bothered getting into pajamas before they turned in for the night, usually just getting dressed and heading back to the place they were meant to be sleeping. They looked soft.

Spy was the one to break the silence and stillness over the room, eyebrows raising an increment further as he stood and moved to the door, handing Scout what was left of his own drink on the way out. The two of them had a short, whispered argument in what sounded like Spanish—or rather Scout had an argument and Spy just hummed out a phrase or two before getting to the door and shutting it behind him. “Dad,” he said with some amount of feeling, but then it was closed.

Silence again. Scout looked at Sniper. Sniper looked at Scout. Scout chugged what was left of Spy’s drink and set it to one side, then took another hard gulp of his own, glaring down and off to one side.

“Why’d you run?” Sniper asked simply, the words coming easily now that he’d had an hour to mull them over.

Scout took another gulp of his glass. Set his jaw. Paused. “That’s what I do,” he finally said, voice sharp, like it should’ve been obvious, like it was a dumb question. “I run. I leave. I get the fuck outta places before they mess me up. Or... as soon as I figure out they’re gonna mess me up.”

“You think I’ll do that?” Sniper asked quietly.

“Fuck, I dunno, probably,” Scout spat, glaring at the floor.

“Why?”

“Well—I mean, you didn’t say it back,” Scout said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He took another gulp from his glass. “And it’s... I dunno, maybe that’s not fair. I’m not gonna make you say it if you aren’t ready.”

“Seems like you aren’t, neither,” Sniper pointed out.

Scout sighed again, more at himself than anything else. “Can we pretend this never happened?” he asked, and he seemed so small in that moment, curled up in that armchair with that little glass, eyes red and hair messy.

“I don’t know,” Sniper admitted, inhaled, exhaled. “But we can try.”

Scout paused, looked at his glass with maybe slightly more interest than was warranted. “I won’t say it again,” he tried. “I... I dunno. I dunno what I was thinkin’.”

A pause. “I wanted... to ask if you meant it,” Sniper said slowly, and saw Scout’s jaw tighten. “But that wouldn’t very well be ‘pretending it never happened’, would it?”

“Nah, it wouldn’t,” Scout agreed, and chugged the last of his drink. He turned the glass around in his hand. “Uh.”

“...Are we awright, then? Squared away?” Sniper asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, totally. For sure,” Scout agreed, nodding absently.

“Aces.” Sniper moved to leave, swerving just slightly out of his way to pass by Scout, leaning and pressing a kiss to his temple briefly. “See you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, see you.”

He paused a short way down the hallway, shifted on his feet. “Spy?” he asked the air.

“Oui?” a patch of nothing just to one side asked in reply.

“Thanks,” he said, and kept walking, and would never know how hard Spy rolled his eyes at the both of them and their young love theatrics.

[mangleschmidt]

DRV3 Boys playing TF2 Headcanons

(First made long before the F2P mute and bot crisis but I added the bot crisis)

Me and my bro made up many scenarios AND cosmetics for the class (my brother mostly help me with the idea)

I originally have the terminologies explained like market gardening, friendly and such but cut it because it’s getting too long. If you want the terminologies, you can tell me. Btw, I’m not an imagines blog, just doing this one for fun.

Kaito Momota

Main: Soldier

Thrilled to play this game, saying that's very manly and it's one of the coolest games yet

He, along with Kaede (and to an extend, Chiaki), are the ones who introduced the game to the class

Was a scout main at first and likes the scout unironically

A terrible tryhard warpig soldier

Saw a rocket jumping soldier at a High-tower map and wanted to imitate that, almost like he's blasting to space

Watch this guy try to market garden someone and then get fucking rekt by a Medic of all classes

He just dies, a lot, which is frustrating and his team gets mad at him

Kaito gets better at it fortunately, but it's a painfully slow process

You'll be lucky if he decides to go back to Scout in a round lmao

Rages in chat or voice but is the best cheerleader you can have in your team, he never actually shits on you for being shit on the game

There's that one time where Kaito got the Rocket Jumper from a drop, fired it at an enemy, got angry how it didn't worked, realized it doesn't do damage and embarrassed himself

Gets a bit pissy when no one is doing the objective so he avoids the maps Hightower and 2fort most of the time

Capture the flag and payload races mostly pisses him off for the same reason (tho he would go to Hightower for the sick rocket jumps)

So he doesn't like friendlies (but he may or may not, you know, do the conga, rock paper scissors, mannrobics, kazotsky kick-)

Anything that looks cool and manly cosmetics, but mostly you'll see him decked with space cosmetics

Bonus: Avoids Full Moon and Scream Fortress, is obviously afraid but he gives Alien Invasion a shot when it comes up, loves it. Also like Doomsday

Rantaro Amami

Main: Engineer

Everyone seems to be like it so why not give it a shot?

He got invested and also found the trading system

Rantaro usually plays engineer but is willing to change classes if the team needs a class

Is at least good at every other class

Rarely does turtling or battle engie but enjoys doing it with the other engies for laughs, and is very good at battle engie

Some people confused him with Uncle Dane

Hc that Rantaro looks up to Uncle Dane

Imagine Rantaro and Uncle Dane having a collab, that would be sick as fuck

Casual and competitive but more casual, often plays in community servers

That type of person who voice chats

Rantaro is one of the ones who would help his classmates play, along with Kaito. Imagine him like in a server with Kaito and Gonta, helping Gonta how to play and Avocado and Space boy act as a translator while Bug boy plays cutely

Doesn't mind friendlies, he chills with them a lot and he is easily well liked by the community

Some even suggested him to make a tf2 youtube channel

Has an unusual hat, making him look like a pro, has a lot of medic girlfriends because of this

One of the two reasons why the whole class have a wide array of cosmetics

Gonta Gokuhara

Main: Medic

At first he doesn't like how violent the game is

But since this violence is just for fun and in game and no one is actually getting hurt and dead so he's at least convinced

Still wants to play passively so Gonta goes with Medic, healing and helping his team seems to be a fitting choice!

The game is not too complex so he learns easily... i-in a way

Best boy learns fast, he should be fine

He's definitely that type of Medic who would go to someone when they press the E key and whoever is near him

Doesn't know where to look most of the time, gets lost easily to big maps like the control points

Gonta still has a firm grasp on what to do, like if he noticed that someone is in low health, he'll heal them immediately without needing the 'e', build up uber, spy check the patient, and never heal spies when they're disguised

Can't aim for shit, though he supposedly gets better at it with the crusader's crossbow

He sometimes would accidentally forget to pop when it's necessary and then die

"Danke!" Says that a lot

He doesn't play a lot despite having fun, he's an outdoor type of guy

Absolutely LOVES friendlies and just loves it when someone just stops, does the conga taunt and everyone follows, creating a conga line (until someone kills them all but it's all in good fun!) He loves silly servers

Is honestly surprised that there’s even such thing as silly servers and friendlies, thought it’s all blood and gore (he sometimes switch to pyro vision googles to avoid gore)

Sometimes plays as Heavy for the protecting part and the friendly Hoovy part for this reason

Anything fancy for the cosmetics, especially for hats the Gentleman's Gabsy or the Vintage Tyrolean (a good cosmetic for a good gentleman!)

Has a lot of cosmetics like Rantaro and trades them with the class

Bonus: Isn't fond of Banana Bay and the Second Banana... because banana

Kokichi Ouma

Main: None (most played: Scout)

Bold of you to assumed he never played this game before

... or is it a lie?

Needless to say he likes it for the cartoony and chaotic vibe of the game

Switches between the 9 classes, even if there's 5 spies he'll be the 6th one

He'd be that Medic who would leave the others to die, Scout that steals sandwiches from Heavy that's meant for the dying Medic and so forth

He might as well pretend to be a sniper bot

Chaos incarnate

This is the fucker who spams E and X+5 (Place the dispenser)

Also taunts in every kill

When he's on a losing team, he would try to bind kill right before the time is up or taunt kill in humiliation, sometimes works

Actually really good at the game, he's one of the very few people who picked up very quickly

Though he fooled Gonta once as a disguised enemy spy. He got rekt when they both noticed the achievement

Also dominated someone so badly that they immediately rage quit, another achievement

Another "you'll be lucky if he plays seriously" which is rare

Is definitely on a 30+ killstreak

People would sometimes thought he’s a squeaker (a kid who rages in voice chat) so he just fucks around with them and then just pulls a no u card

Neutral opinion on friendlies though he gets bored when no one is doing the objective or any action happening so he burns them all and watches them get mad in the chat

Obnoxious combos of cosmetics that you can easily recognize that purple neon Scunt from afar even if he's under an alias

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Main: Spy/Sniper

Not interested at first but is interested when others play and hovers over their shoulders to watch

While watching Gonta and Kiibo playing with the friendlies, he got interested

You don't see that in a lot of fps games

Korekiyo looks like an edgy sniper/spy main who just watches the chaos enveloping from the distance and getting headshots/backstabs out of nowhere

He's very calm and collective despite the crazy amount of chaos and all the deafening sounds of the vc

It's amusing to him, he even find the Administrator interesting and would sometimes go into many modes to hear her voice tone changes and a lot of behaviors of many players too

He even noticed the voice lines of the mercs and got invested in the lore of Team Fortress 2

Korekiyo still does his job in the game but can sometimes be interpreted as him in afk, almost got him kicked

Though he does get kicked for the being good at sniper, people getting butt hurt and called him a hacker

Also an amazing spy checker

Is interested about friendlies, he would come up to them close and observe them and he plays along with the taunts

He got really interested to see this "culture", like how most of the players collectively decides to play silly, serious or both, resulting him trying out almost every game mode and map there is

Unironically loves 2fort, Hightower, Suijin and Degroot Keep

Often joins community servers and silly servers but will do casual/pub servers whenever he feels like it

Something that resembles him irl, he looks edgy with the mask tbh

Other than that, his cosmetics changes depending on what mood or observation he wants to do

Ryoma Hoshi

Main: None (most played: Demoman)

Convinced by Kaito into playing

Not that much actually

Mediocre at best, he’s just doing his own thing

Definitely would stick around even if there’s one person in the server

Imagine getting killed by a Medic as a Demoknight in a melee fight with a shit weapon Do No Harm, couldn’t be me... or Ryoma

Likely plays Passtime

He will never admit it but he finds the ragdolls in the game funny

Also unironically likes the Scout

Demoknight tf2

God, imagine Ryoma has demonknight speed, combine it with his own speed and Solarlight skills, he’d be infinitely flying across all maps and go beyond the skybox

Ryoma too strong pls nerf

Doesn't play it often, not really his thing

Doesn’t mind friendlies, honestly surprised that there’s even such thing as one

Doesn't customize himself, though he likes the animal cosmetics

I apologize to the Ryoma fans out there for this being short

Shuichi Saihara

Main: None (most played: Spy)

Also doesn't see the appeal, but convinced by Kaito into playing

When he played the game for the first time, every time he dies, he switch to a class just to test them out

It’s too much for him, please hold him

Probably fell off a cliff several times-

Imagine the sheer amount of panic he feels when playing any class, especially Medic since Medic is a death magnet

Rockets, explosives, bullets, fire, blood and ragdolls everywhere! ... oh hey why is that guy just crouching with a melee?

He gets the hang of it over time

One of the best spy checker there is as well, not only as Pyro, though he feels sorry for the new spies (or newbies in general) so he tries to teach them the best way he can

The server kicked him for using hacks to find spies but for him, it’s obvious???

He usually plays the class whatever the team needs at the moment

Hard reads are strong in this one

Sushi likes the friendlies, chills with them a lot :>

Doesn’t customized himself, Kaito’s the one who helped him with it

K1-B0

Main: None (most played: Heavy)

Tries it out

It's ok I guess

He also doesn't have a main because he'll try to accommodate in which class is needed

If the whole team is like a full house of cards (in a 4 snipers, 5 engies type of way, you get the idea), he'll mostly go for the Medic since he knows it's vital for a team to have a Medic

There's rarely any Medics or Heavies in the start of the round, are they an endangered species??

He might start an event or something dedicating to the two classes

It never goes well despite Keebo's efforts in those, let's be honest

Though sometimes the team has like three Medics, the poor boy is confused

He's actually doing alright with all the class

The bot problem, oh god the bot problem

So there's that one time where the Myg0t bot joined, the enemy team said in the chat about kicking the bot

Well... obviously this made Keebo upset, as he thought they were referring to him

The server thought Keebo was trolling when he said something about him being a robot and saying that they're being robophobic... and sending them to court-

By some kind of miracle, the server liked Keebo because of this so he wasn't kicked out but he's incredibly salty throughout the match

"The server is robophobic" "Keebo, they were referring to the aimbots, they weren't robophobic" "... What Aimbots?"

His classmates were able to explain with videos and experiences, and also told him about several other types of bots that ruins the fun, which made Keebo embarrassed for having the wrong assumption

Though he still gets offended whenever it happens-

Like Kaito, he also doesn't like friendlies, insisting that that it's not how really play the game, though is guilty in pre-game conga lines, mannrobics and kazotski taunts, he likes the mannrobics

Bonus: Does NOT like the bot deco and is conflicted with the Mann vs Machine game mode

[velathetanager]

Child’s Play

Chapter 8: Revealing 

It's been three days. Why haven't they dropped this? Delly asked Isa.

I guess because I’m an only child. 

Do you want to do a loop?

Nah, the ceiling’s too low.

Okay. Delly would have pouted if he could. I wish I could move around. It's scary not being able to move.

I could leave the room

I'd appreciate it.

She waited until everyone was distracted and left the room.

Delly stretched. "You know, you never did explain why that one guy was afraid of me."

“Which one? Uncle Pancakes?”

"Yeah. All I did was put his hammer at the site. I didn't hit him with it or anything."

“No, I’ll show you,” She got a movie from one of the shelves called Child’s Play. 

"A movie? Do you want popcorn?"

“Yeah,” she put the movie in. Not long into the movie, Delly realized why Pancakes was scared of him.

He flinched when Chucky was set on fire. "...That looks painful. You know I wouldn't do that to you, right, Isa?"

“Yeah. But the others don’t know,”

"It isn't fair," the doll pouted. "And I can't prove it because some of then don't believe!"

“Kind of hard to believe, even in this kind of world. Roseflame would likely believe.”

"I checked some memories. How is an evil eyeball, a reality warper cartoon, and a dragon lady believable but I'm not?" Delly whined.

“Because nothing like you has existed yet. Come on, let’s go find Roseflame! I’ll be like an adventure that the others talk about having,”

"I hope she believes."

“She should, There was several living dolls in our world.” 

"Cool," Delly grinned, sitting on her shoulder. 

Meanwhile, Intelligent was looking over the video feed from Jennifer's fight. "Yeah, it does seem pretty incriminating. At the very least she isn't human." 

“Look at the ground. The blood there isn’t the same color,” Pancakes pointed out. 

"I've noticed. Of course, she can chalk that up to bad editing. If she really is Hero, she's good at keeping it on the down low."

“Yeah, let’s hope none of her enemies notice this. Ya know. Besides Brutal.”

"Two-Face still has it out for her after that thing with Grave. Didn't she fry him?"

“I think so,”

"I'm still thinking about what Gentle said about that doll," Spyper commented. "Alive my a**."

“I dunno, I saw some freaky sh*t in Slender Fortress,”

"Like Chucky?" Intelligent asked, switching to a document to take notes.

“Yeah. I think he was on- no. That was the ‘winter’ pack as Roseflame called them,”

Spyper shrugged. "She would know. Think it's evil?"

“I dunno, Isa isn’t dead yet,”

"To be fair, Chucky never wanted to kill Andy if I remember right."

“I dunno, I hate watching that movie.”

"Gentle is convinced it's like that movie."

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to think. It’s one eye turns red at me,”

"It tried to frame you, so I don't think it's fond of you," Spyper quipped.

“Yeah. And I know Rudra ain’t a huge fan of me. I was afraid she was gonna snap me like a twig,”

"She scares almost everyone. That one Scout wasn't too worried about her." 

"That Scout gets on my nerves," hissed Spyper. There was a knock at the chapel door. "Special delivery for an A** Pancakes?"

Pancakes walked up to the door and retrieved his package.

Inside was enough Bonk to make a soda lover faint and a small paper with a blue smiley face drawn on it.

“Maybe the doll ain’t as evil as I thought,”

Delly stared at the Winged Star. "That thing looks funny."

“Her mode of transport is here, but she isn’t,” Isa looked around the woods. “Maybe it’ll take us to her!”

"Wait, is it alive?"

“It’s a portal, but it always acts like it’s mind is connected to Roseflame’s. It’s hard to explain,”

"...and a living doll is hard to believe," Delly groaned. 

The Star took the pair to Roseflame, and Delly froze up.

Wait, if she'd believe, why am I frozen?

She doesn’t know you yet.

That's fair.

“Isa? What are you doing out here by yourself?” “I’m not by myself,” Roseflame looked at Delly for a moment. “Why are you two out here by yourselves?” 

Delly was unfrozen. "Isa told me you would believe."

“Well yeah. The question is why are you two out in the wilderness. You two can’t defend yourselves,”

Delly frowned. "Excuse me?"

“I’m out hunting. One of the monsters got loose again. Trust me you two would be dead in seconds,”

Delly scoffed. "I'll take you home, Isa," he said, picking her up via telekinesis.

A creature let out a paralyzing screech. “There he is,”

Delly stared. "What is that?!?"

Roseflame pulled out her Atomizer and waited for the creature to attack her directly. “Come on out Rake!” 

"Yeah, that's our cue to leave," Delly decided. 

Isa was paralyzed. “Isa, stay close. No sudden movements,”

Delly froze up, eyes glowing bright red.

The Rake tried to go for Isa only for Roseflame to pull her close, pulling out her winger and attacking the Rake.

Delly noted that Isa was scared. Calm down, Isa, we got you.

Roseflame picked up Isa and hopped on the Winged Star. “Now would be the time to prove yourself,”

Delly grinned. "Sure thing," he said, 

 A few minutes later, the three returned to the chapel.

Roseflame cursed a bit. “I’ll have to go back and get him. Before he causes any damage,” she then walked into the Chapel. “Hey Jester! Your child went for a little adventure!”

"What kind of adventure?" they called, flying down to the first floor.

“A ‘lets go find this person and get ourselves in life threatening danger’ adventure,” 

Delly's eyes flashed red. Not our fault!

She has a point. Roseflame, because she was the first to escape, now has to be the anchor of the two worlds. Which means that if a creature escapes, she has to capture it.

That's too bad. Wait, why didn't you mention this earlier?

I honestly thought she’d have things under control.

"Life th- What the hell happened!?" Jester gasped, scooping Isa up and checking her for wounds.

“My guess is she wanted to see if I knew anything about her doll, so she went to me because we both come from the same world. Unfortunately Rake got out an hour or so ago,”

"THE RAKE!?"

“She’s fine. But yeah.. He got out, I figured I’d return her back home before I finally captured him. Prevent accidents,”

Jester looked ready to have a heart attack.

“... Let’s sit you down before your sugar habits catch up to you,”

What's the matter? I got it away from you, right? Why are they scared?

Parental instincts and knowing how close I was to danger without them knowing.

Delly would have shrugged. Okay.

"What's going on down there?" Pure questioned, coming down the stairs.

“I’ll explain when Jesters heart rate goes down,”

Delly noticed Brutal and Gentle there, and as Isa was tended to by Jester, he fixed them with a red-eyed stare. When Gentle noticed this, he threatened the doll with a knife and a voodoo fall he had in his pocket.

The stare didn't change except for the glow dimming somewhat. However, Delly did decide it was appropriate to say, "Back in France!"

RED paused, looking up. “That’s not the full line! That doll is trying to talk!” 

"It looks damaged," Intelligent noted. "Probably a voice box malfunction."

“Didn’t Rudra say it’s just stuffing inside it?”

"Yeah. She also said there was energy coming off it. Maybe the energy functions as a voice box."

“Maybe...” Delly could tell that RED believed he was alive.

After a brief second, the eye glow returned to its original brightness. Spyper looked at it. "I wonder what it would say to me." 

Delly seemed to hesitate. "That Sniper's a Spy!"

"Eh, I mean, that works," decided the Freak. 

Spyper picked up the doll and put him in front of RED, and Delly snarled, "You snake!" When he faced Delly towards Brutal, the doll said, "That there just ain't the place you oughta be standin'!" 

The eye glow seemed to brighten.

"Well, he clearly doesn't like you," Spyper said, tossing Delly back to Isa.

Isa nearly dropped him but Roseflame caught him and handed him back to Isa.

I don't think I like that guy.

Which one? Spyper, RED, Gentle, or Brutal?

That Spyper. Being thrown is terrifying! 

Delly dropped the topic, though, in favor of going back to staring at Brutal, Gentle, and RED.

[otomememento]

Cradle OC - Lilah Latham - 7 of Spades

Based on filling in the ranks of the Chosen 13 on the Cradlesona Discord Server.

Image credit goes to: https://picrew.me/image_maker/43383  Image edit done by https://vitaminxi.tumblr.com/

Basic Information:

Name: Lilah Latham Title: Seven of Spades Gender: Female Birthday: September 26th Age: 22 Height: 5’5” Weight: 126 lbs Hair Color: Dark Green Eye Color: Fuchsia Occupation: Unofficial Bounty Hunter (Former), Sniper/Nature Scout Affiliation: Black Army Alignment: True Neutral

Extended Information:

Personality: Lilah is not a carefree person.  She’s a hard worker and doesn’t shirk what she thinks is her ‘part’.  Life experience has taught her to be patient and cautious.   Not one to question orders, she doesn’t often stand out in the Black Army, where a lot of the members are prone to bickering and shenanigans.  If she does participate in teasing, her sense of humor will be rather dry and mild, often over looked or unheard.  While she’s not exactly shy, she usually won’t be the first person to make social contact with other people, preferring to observe before she goes into action.   

Even though she’s not terribly sociable, she’s not cold, and her devotion can be quite fierce.  But she cares about individual people more than causes or abstracts like glory, honor, or freedom.  She doesn’t easily give her devotion to someone, but once she does she will stay committed to that person, whether they wish it or not.  Lilah is a fan of the outdoors, and she spends as little time as possible inside; she’s particularly fond of breezes.  She likes things to be neat, tidy, and orderly and generally keeps her room as such.

Despite being a sniper by trade, Lilah is not bloodthirsty.  Unless specifically ordered to shoot to kill, she will shoot to disarm or maim, depending on circumstances.  However, if she is given a kill order, she will not hesitate.  Calling her an assassin, instead of just a sniper, will get her very angry.  She believes in following Chain of Command and the Hierarchy, but she will throw everything she has away if it means saving Fenrir’s life.  She only hopes it won’t come to that because she fears if she gets discharged from the Black Army, or worse, then she won’t be able to watch out for him anymore and report back to Fenrir’s father.

History: Lilah was just a little girl when her father died.  He worked for Fenrir’s father, the owner of the largest construction business in the Black Territory.  He was just a simple laborer, but his death was due to the carelessness of the foreman of the project.  Mr. Godspeed felt somewhat responsible for this incident because he misjudged the foreman’s character.  At the time Lilah’s mother was pregnant with her second child and wasn’t in the best position to look after Lilah as well.  Mr. Godspeed did a lot to help the struggling family, and Lilah learned to look up to him as her idol.  To young Lilah, there was no man greater in Cradle.

This adoration extended, somewhat, to the oldest son, who was just a couple years older.  Although she never had much to do with Fenrir personally, Lilah would sometimes watch him with his father.  Because he was loved by his father Fenrir was automatically important to Lilah, but this was always a platonic thing.  She never had a crush on him.  However, as time passed there was an obvious wild side to the eldest Godspeed child.  He had a ferocious love of life that leaned more towards chaos than order.  He didn’t seem to have the cool head for business that his father possessed, and Lilah’s close observation of Mr. Godspeed showed her that he was worried about his son’s future.

Lilah wasn’t an ill looking young lady, but people tended to consider her quite tomboyish; she wasn’t interested in acting like a proper lady.  She spent a lot of time doing chores typically reserved for boys and helping her mother when she wasn’t observing the work sites of the Godspeed company.  Generally she spent a lot of time outside, and shunned sun hats or bonnets, so she became quite tanned.  Despite these oddities, she wasn’t unmannerly, and tended to be rather subdued in personality and was polite to others.  When Fenrir picked up an interest in guns, she did as well, and though he favored pistols, she veered more towards long barrel, precision weapons.  While some people looked down on her for her ways, her mother never discouraged her, because her daughter had always put the family first, doing hard work so that her younger sister could have anything she wanted or needed, including a more feminine reputation.

Although Mr. Godspeed was very supportive of Lilah’s family, there was only so much he could do without causing upset in his company.  And though his help got them through some early rough patches, they still were a struggling family.  Lilah did what she could.  For a while she tried hunting illegally in the forest, only killing what she needed and being very cautious, but it was always a risk.  One day she caught some poachers in the act, and they were hunting for profit, not just to feed a small family.  She shot them and brought them in to town.  Surprised, she was able to collect quite a bounty.  So, despite her young years, she switched to collecting bounties instead of hunting.  While it was slightly more dangerous physically, her name, and thus her family, would be better protected if she was breaking no laws.  So she became an excellent shot and very good at staying still for long periods of time.

It was during her bounty hunting days that she tried to take the bounty on Harr.  But Loki ended up stopping her and talking her down.  After meeting with both Loki and Harr, she decided not only to pass on the bounty, but to swear to keep their location a secret.  In turn they gave her tips on any strangers in the forest doing illegal things.  She shared the bounty with them in the form of goods that they would have trouble purchasing in town.  Although aiding criminals was dangerous, she did it without hesitation.

Eventually Fenrir joined the Black Army, which distressed Mr. Godspeed a fair bit.  He had wanted his son to take over the business some day, but Fenrir’s loyalty and admiration for Ray Blackwell led him down a different path.  Not wishing to cage his freedom loving and rather chaotic son, Mr. Godspeed let him go.  But he still worried about him, knowing of his reckless nature.  Lilah joined up the Black Army shortly later, using her skills as a bounty hunter to become a sniper for the army.  That way she could keep an eye on Fenrir without getting too close or involved with his daily life.  She would often send back reports about his well being to his father, a source of great comfort to the man who had helped her family so much.  In the Army she lives a very austere life, sending most of her wages to her mother rather than getting things for herself.  Sometimes she’ll splurge and buy some of Oliver’s special bullets, but she keeps these carefully tucked away for emergencies, unlike Fenrir.

In time her dependability, skill, and pragmatic attitude got her far enough in the ranks to become the Seven of Spades, the leader of a small group of snipers and scouts.

Opinions & Interactions:

Black Army:

K. Ray: Fenrir’s best friend and the leader.  Protecting him is almost as important as protecting Fenrir.  She respects his ability to have his fun and enjoy mischief, but shape up the moment things get serious.  In fact, she envies this trait.  But because she doesn’t want to clue Fenrir into her ulterior motive for joining the army, she tends to distance herself from her King.  She thinks he’s the most handsome of the Black Army men, but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it.

Q. Sirius: She greatly admires the master tactician of the group as well as his down to earth qualities.  While she agrees he’s pretty much the Army ‘father figure’, she never calls him old and tries to be very calm and reliable for him since so many others aren’t, and especially doesn’t whine when he gets her to do chores.  She likes to keep plants in her room, and often asks him for advice on the best plants with low maintenance.   J. Luka: She loves his cooking, and while she can’t cook, she often offers to do other mundane work in the kitchen.  She can’t be trusted with tomatoes though, since she’ll often ‘accidentally’ drop them on the floor.  She’s also very impressed by the big sword he wields.  Appreciating his quiet personality, she never teases him about it or tries to get him to open up.  If he wants to be quiet, she’s happy letting him be.  His lack of full smiles makes her sad, however. 10. Seth: She honestly doesn’t know what to make of him.  The components of his personality don’t make sense, and she’s never really sure WHO he is under all his fussing and joking.  Still, she does find it amusing watching him tease Fenrir and arm wrestle with him.  He’s reliable in combat though, and that’s the most important thing.  She trusts him implicitly as a comrade in arms, but doesn’t quite trust him socially. A. Fenrir: Her reason for being in the Black Army, though she’d never tell him as much.  She keeps an eye on him for his father, whom she feels she owes a great debt to.  While she’s not a spy exactly, and wouldn’t tell Mr. Godspeed EVERYTHING his son does, she gives him regular updates as to Fenrir’s general health and well-being.  Although she isn’t carefree, she admires his ability to be so breezy in personality, and though she thinks he could tone it down a bit, if anyone CAUSED him to lose that shine, she would probably have to stop herself from taking that person out.

Neutral:

Blanc: The Cradle Record Keeper and thus a man of great importance.  Mostly she just sees him as the flirty man who lives with Oliver.  Generally she ignores his flirting outright, neither accepting his praise nor rebuking him for it.  Especially since she doesn’t think she’s pretty or lady-like to deserve any special attention.  There’s just something suspicious about a man who treats too many women this way. Oliver: The genius behind Fenrir’s crazy bullets.  She never talks down to him in his child form, but she also isn’t close to him, so they’re pretty much neutral to each other, though she does find his acerbic manner a rather refreshing contrast to Blanc’s gallantry, and will often side with him when they argue.  She feels too much younger than him when he’s an adult, and the situation is too awkward when he’s a child, so she ends up distant from both.  Especially since he seems to WANT to keep people at arm’s length and she respects that. Loki: He seems like pure mischief to her, erratic and unpredictable.  At the same time, she doesn’t feel that he’s malicious and might even have a good heart under it all.  But this is mostly because he seems really devoted to Harr, the man who took him in and taught him.  She appreciates loyalty and so respects Loki for that trait.  She still doesn’t entirely trust him, however.  He delivers information to her about bounties that are hiding in the forest.   Harr: Things are sometimes tense between them, but she knows Harr is a good man, despite being wanted.  In her past she almost tried to dispatch him for the bounty on his head.  But, when Loki talked her down, she agreed to never hunt him again, and has sworn to keep his location a secret.  For a while they an arrangement that he would give her intell about poachers and other illegal activity in the forest, and she would give him supplies from town that equated his share of the bounty.

Red Army:

K. Lancelot: Never met outside of meetings.  He seems cold and quite unflappable.  While he is the leader of the enemy Army, she would never take matters into her own hands.  While she is a sniper, she is not an assassin, and has never been tempted.

Q. Jonah: Never met outside of meetings.  He seems proud, but forthright.  She doesn’t like him very much, but she also knows that he likely sees her as the enemy, so she doesn’t take anything he says personally. J. Edgar: Never met outside of meetings.  He seems a bit too mild, a bit too smooth, and smiles too much; she’s suspicious of him, but more because of his characteristics and less because of his affiliation with the Red Army. 7. Kyle: Met him before she joined the Black Army when her sister was very sick.  He seems very different than his peers.  Because he saved her sister, she thinks she ‘owes’ him.  He would probably disagree.  Still, she’s polite to him anytime she runs into him at the central quarter.  She isn’t warm to him, but she never gives him jabs for being part of the Red Army either. A. Zero: Never met outside of meetings.  He seems quiet and very professional.  She guesses he’s probably trustworthy, but doesn’t have enough experience with him outside of military meetings to know for sure.  

Quotes:

"I'm not the one to decide who lives or dies.  If I shoot to kill, then I will hit my mark.  That's that.  Otherwise, to minimize casualties, I shoot to disarm.  I only take a kill shot when ordered to specifically," she clarifies, following her words up with a long sip of her drink.  "You can't completely avoid fatalities in a war, but the weight of each life, and the ripples that spread outwards from each  death, have to be taken into consideration.  Above everything else, a sniper has to be disciplined, has to never be tempted to take matters into their own hands."

[fruit-teeth]

More TF2 OCs: the children

Okay, so...this is the result of me realizing that I have a lot of TF2 OCs who are children of various characters, and I wanted to just like...gush about them, I guess?? I haven’t made a post like this in a while and no one asked for it but I just wanted to have it here. These are in no particular order, and I may add on to the list but I’m not sure yet. There’s a lot of kids, and this took me a while to complete, so...yeah. Also, if you wanna see stories involving these characters, uhh let me know! I love writing for these little folks. 

Dee-

First appearing in my story Dumpster Diving, Dee is Sniper’s adopted daughter who he found abandoned inside a dumpster. Dee didn’t find out she was adopted until she was five years old, when Sniper showed her a picture of her birth mother and explained what happened. She wasn’t upset to find this out, and she’s never shown any interest in finding her biological family. While Sniper adopted her, Dee sees Scout as her other parent, as Sniper and Scout began dating when Dee was still a baby.

Dee loves nature, she’s very good with animals and she’s also very interested in marine biology. She has a bunch of books all about animals, and every Saturday she gets Sniper to drive her to the library to check out more books. She gets along well with other children but she’s somewhat introverted and prefers her alone time.

AJ-

AJ showed up for the first time in my story Avalanche, where he’s born. He came into the world very unexpectedly, but Sniper and Scout immediately accepted him despite everything. They raised AJ alongside Dee, and since then they’ve always seen each other as brother and sister.

AJ and Scout have always been very close, ever since AJ was born, and as a result, AJ developed a lot of interests like Scout’s, such as baseball, drawing and even Tom Jones. But AJ also took an interest in movies and movie making, and seeing this, Sniper bought him a video camera for his birthday. AJ loved it, but it got him into some trouble when he secretly filmed Spy (his grandfather) sleeping and then played it on the projector during their movie night.

Titania-

Titania has only appeared in maybe 2 stories of mine, but she was first mentioned Hiccup (though she’s unnamed in that one). Her parents are Heavy and Medic, who both treat her like a total princess. While she isn’t considered spoiled, it’s not a secret that her parents would move Heaven and Earth for her.

Titania is very well-behaved, she always seems to be in a good mood, and she’s also very social and talkative. She speaks three languages (German, Russian, and English), and she’s known how to use weapons from a young age, mainly for protection purposes. She spends a lot of time playing piano and generally has a fondness for music, which likely comes from Medic constantly playing records of all kinds around her as she’s grown up.

June-

I can only say so much about June, because if I gave every detail about her then I would spoil parts of my current story In the Wall, in which June appears. June is Miss Pauling’s daughter, born illegitimately and under very strange circumstances. Pauling cared for June when she was a newborn, but due to time constraints and her demanding job, Pauling eventually was forced to put June in someone else’s care. Luckily and seemingly out of the blue, Spy offered, and he took June in to care for her while Pauling got herself sorted out. June still sees Pauling regularly and knows that she’s her mother, and while the two are close June prefers spending time with Spy since she’s used to him.

June is very quiet and keeps to herself, although she’s known for being quippy and funny when she does talk. She always had difficulty making friends, but she eventually bonded with Dee over their shared love of animals. June likes Dee, although they don’t always get along due to June’s reserved nature. June’s ‘best friend’ is a tiny doll that she sewed herself and affectionately named The Denzel, and she’s often seen talking to it. This makes Miss Pauling very nervous, and she tries to convince June not to carry around the doll anymore, but June just ignores her. Spy doesn’t see anything wrong with it and thinks she’s just playing, but he keeps on eye on the situation.

Abraham-

Abraham (called ‘Abe’ for short) and his twin sister haven’t appeared in any stories of mine, not yet anyway. He’s the older twin child of Soldier and Zhanna, and although he’s always been somewhat small, this has never stopped Soldier from training him for warfare ever since the day he was born. Much like his sister and his cousin Titania, Abe has known how to use a gun ever since he was a toddler, although he can only use smaller guns since the recoil of a bigger one could possibly hurt him.

Abe is a very loud and rambunctious child, although he doesn’t always mean to be. Despite his vibrant nature, he’s actually very sweet and cuddly with everyone, especially his mother. He loves both of his parents but he’s very clingy with Zhanna, and while she didn’t mind this at first she’s starting to become a bit sick of it the bigger he gets.

Abe is obsessed with comic books and loves superheroes, to the point where he creates little stories about his favorite heroes and talks about them to whoever will listen any chance he gets. He even has a notebook, which is just full of pages upon pages of his stories and his superhero drawings.

Aleksandra-

Aleksandra (called ‘Sandra’ for short) is the younger twin of Soldier and Zhanna, and she’s the physically stronger one as well. Sandra really took after her father, immediately taking a liking to firearms and developing a strong love of America. Although Soldier encourages her and her brother to be as American as they can, Sandra and Abe are both bilingual, as they are fluent in English and Russian.

Sandra loves wrestling and watches it all the time, but as a result, she’s very pugnacious and prone to violence. It got to a point where she was just too rough with the other kids and accidentally ended up injuring AJ during a play-wrestling match, and afterwards, Zhanna had to scold her about it. Sandra tries to be more careful now, but it isn’t easy as she’s not a small girl at all. Despite her rough nature, Sandra does play with the other children but prefers to spend the most time with Titania, her cousin, who she considers her best friend.

Maria-

Maria has not appeared in any of my stories, although I plan to write about her at some point. Her background is very troubled, and she wound up in the Teufort Orphanage where she stayed until she was twelve years old. At twelve, she ran away from the orphanage but ended up meeting Engineer in a gas station. Engineer pitied her and eventually convinced her to go back to the orphanage with him, but when he saw the appalling conditions she was living in, he ended up adopting her. Maria didn’t like him at first since she felt like he was too intrusive, but eventually, she grew a fondness for him and now she’s just accepted him as her father.

Maria appears to have a rather hostile nature at first, but she’s really very loyal and kind. She’s also incredibly smart, namely in the areas of math and literature, although she doesn’t always show her intelligence off. She has a hard time fitting in with the other kids, as she’s significantly older, but she became a sort of big sister to them and helps them with their homework from time to time.

Cora-

Cora’s backstory is still a bit fuzzy, but I plan to write more of her in the future. Cora spent the majority of her life alone in the rural areas of Scotland with her ailing mother, but when she was six years old her mother died very suddenly. Cora, however, was found to be related to the DeGroot family, but when most of the family either wasn’t able to care for her or couldn’t be bothered to, Cora was sent to live with Demoman. Even though they were related, the two had never met and Cora was rather afraid of him at first and would hide from him a lot. Demo managed to win her over, though, luring her out of her hiding spaces with food or toys or funny jokes. Now, Cora looks up to him and follows him everywhere, and his influence helped her develop a better sense of confidence and self-esteem.

Cora discovered her love of explosives after spending time with Demo, although her interests lean more towards fireworks or an explosion that has vibrant colors. While Demo encourages her interests, Cora has been reprimanded several times by the other mercenaries for setting off her fireworks, since her fireworks would result in either disturbing the wildlife or destroying property. Cora found a different, colorful outlet, though, in watercolor painting, as she can be as colorful and wild with painting as she wants. However, fireworks are really what she prefers, and the Fourth of July quickly became her favorite holiday after she moved to the US. 

[tf2canons]

Your blog is really awesome! And of cheer curiously, what are the mercs most fund memories? Apologies if you've recived similar question before. If you have, then what's the most memorable childhood memory? Or maybe both of them might go hand in hand for some of them?

(Thank you! I really love this question, I’m sorry it took me so long to answer!)

Spy - His happiest memories are with Scout’s mother before she was pregnant. Scout’s actually birth made him overjoyed, but he was also struck with such overwhelming anxiety at the time that its hard for him to consider it a pleasant experience. But he loved the time he spent with Scout’s mother. He had never met someone so strong spirited before; every day after she finished working he would take her out to dinner or dancing, and they had more fun than he had ever had in his life. It was one of the few times in he ever felt safe to enjoy himself and to genuinely be himself around another person. 

Sniper - His favorite memory is when his dad taught him how to shoot. He was still very young, the gun was heavy, and the first time he shot the backlash knocked him right over, but his dad laughed which was a rare thing to hear. Despite the rough start his dad had him hitting bullseyes in no time; he was a natural. It was the first time he felt talented, and being able to bond with his dad over something was a great feeling. 

Medic - If you asked him this question he’d tell you his fondest memory was the first time he got to operate on a live person, or perhaps experiment on a cadaver. But really he has a lot of lovely memories from being a young child with his family, before his life got so strange and complicated. His parents would read scientific articles to him before bed, which sounds dreadfully boring but he always loved it. It was a time of pure discovery and learning and thirsting for knowledge when he still had his whole life ahead of him. 

Scout - He rarely got along with his older brothers, but the few times he did were very special to him. They taught him how to play baseball and he ended up one of the best players out of all of them. He’s also pretty fond of all the trouble they got into, breaking windows and getting into fights for each other and stealing candy bars. It wasn’t a perfect time by anyone’s standards, but he felt at home and loved then, which meant a lot to him. 

Pyro - Their favorite memory is the first time they were met the rest of the team. They see the team as their family and best friends, and they’re never happier than when they’re with everyone. So the first time they met them is sacred in their mind, even if almost everyone was scared of them at first.

Soldier - He has trouble remembering things, but when he got his raccoons is probably his favorite memory. That entire weekend he was left alone in Merasmus’s castle was a very fun time for him, actually. Who doesn’t want to trash an entire eldritch horror house?

Heavy - He has several fondest memories, all being time that he spent with his mothers and his sisters. He loves his family more than anything and the time he spends with them is very precious to him. A close second is the first time he was ever Ubered; there’s nothing like the rush of being invincible and mowing down enemies with a big gun.

Demo - He spends so much of his time working hard that his favorite memories are all the rare days he gets to take off and just relax. He hardly ever gets to do anything for himself. So those days he just gets to spend at home, sleeping in late and watching TV? That’s heaven.

Engineer - His favorite memory was the time he built his first robot. He was young and it wasn’t great; it only had one function which was to say hello and wave, just a little experiment to see what he could do. But it worked and he was so proud of himself, and it set him on the road to becoming who he is today. 

[tf2canons]

Hey, nice blog you have here. I'd understand if you decided not to do this request considering how long it could potentially be, but in case you decide to, what do you think the first impressions the mercs had of each other was and how do you think that changed over time?

(This did get pretty long so I’m going to put it under a cut! I really liked this question though, thank you!)

Spy - One could say he got mixed reviews when the team first formed. He was one of the very first mercenaries hired, and he helped Miss Pauling do background checks on some of the others before they were accepted to the team. Therefore he is privy to a few of their secrets some of them would rather he not be, and it got them off on the wrong foot. Sniper in particular wasn’t fond of Spy sniffing around in his stuff, and considered him a “rotten bloody snake.” Medic and Heavy, on the other hand, were very welcoming. Heavy was able to talk to him about literature, and Medic discussed classical music and poisons with him, so they got along well. The others have gotten used to him over time, but many of them still think he’s somewhat cold and pretentious, or distant at the very least. Sniper respects him much more than he did when he first met him, but they still have plenty of differences.

Sniper - “This guy seems pretty normal- wait is that piss?” While he can sometimes be shy, Sniper appears like the most normal at first glance. He’s reasonably personable and willing to make small talk about the weather. It’s once you start to get to know him better you realize how weird he is. Spy was the first to find this out when he got dosed in jarate for trespassing in Sniper’s camper. No one believed him that that actually happened until they saw Sniper using it on the battlefield. Sniper has a habit of pushing people away, so some people on the team have actually grown less close to him over time. He doesn’t go to Medic unless he absolutely needs to, and he doesn’t like to bother the Engineer. Only more outgoing people like Scout and Pyro consider him a friend, and they forcibly include him in things and try to get him more involved with the rest of the team.

Medic - Everyone had the same first impression of Medic which was, “This man is absolutely insane.” Some were a little more afraid of him than others, however. Sniper disliked doctors in the first place, Scout thought Medic wanted to steal all his organs to sell them on the black market, and Pyro had to be physically dragged into the infirmary for any sort of checkup or procedure (its like trying to take a dog to the vet. They know what you’re doing and they’re not going to cooperate). Heavy was the first one to get to know him better, discovering that Medic had a likable side. He’s not completely evil and he has a quirky sense of humor. Engineer discovered this quickly, too, while working with him. Medic slowly bribed Pyro into liking him with lollipops, and he eventually convinced Scout that his organs were more valuable inside of his body (for now).

Scout - While it isn’t technically a first impression, when Spy saw that Scout was on the team he did not have the best reaction. He avoided him for several weeks and tried to convince Miss Pauling to fire him. He didn’t want to work with his estranged son. Eventually he came to terms with this being his life now. Most of the others thought Scout was a big egotistical douche bag. Demo thought he was a funny kid, but overconfident, and probably going to get himself killed. Engineer was more worried than anything else. “Don’t y’all think he’s a little too young to be out here…?” He ended up being Scout’s first friend on the team simply because he was trying to keep an eye out for the kid and make sure he didn’t get hurt too badly. While they never became super close, they stayed friends, and Scout still goes to him for help occasionally. As time passed, the rest of the team started to see that there was more to Scout than being obnoxious and fast. They caught moments where he was being emotionally vulnerable, missing his family or pining over Miss Pauling, or they’d sneak a look at his sketchbooks while he was doodling to find out he was actually rather talented. Spy grew more accustomed to having the Scout around but still tries to limit interactions with him in an effort to keep Scout from realizing the truth and to prevent himself from getting too attached.

Pyro - Most of the team had the same thought when they first saw Pyro. “What on Earth is that thing?” Just watch the beginning of Meet the Pyro to get a sense how they all felt about them in the beginning. Engineer was the only one who treated them with some human decency instead of fear, and it earned him his first homemade flower crown. He didn’t waste time trying to convince the others that Pyro was actually very sweet and friendly. Medic stepped up to the plate next in a strategic attempt to get them to like him so they’d go to their fucking checkups. Pyro started drawing them holding hands in crayon but it still took months before they willingly went into the infirmary. Spy, meanwhile, saw the Pyro as a challenge. They were the only mercenary he knew nothing about and he made it his mission to find out their true identity. He has yet to succeed and its a bit of a sore spot for him. The rest of the time warmed up to the Pyro a bit over time, learning that they’re actually very kind and well-meaning, but a couple of them are still nervous around them.

Soldier - When they first met Soldier, the team wasn’t sure he was fit for duty. While he certainly wanted to fight, and had a passion for it, he didn’t seem quite right in the head. Now they know he isn’t quite right in the head, but they also know he can handle himself just fine on the battlefield. He’s incredibly dangerous and effective in a fight. He can hold his own just as well as the rest of them can. Once they got over how loud and strange he is, some of the team took a liking to him, as well. In particular, he and Demo are practically best friends, and Heavy and the Engineer are happy to listen to him rant about America for as long as he wants. 

Heavy - His teammates made the same mistake many people do when they first meet Heavy. Because of his bad English and his giant stature they assume he isn’t smart. All brawn and no brain. Medic learned almost immediately that that wasn’t the case when Heavy joked, “You are doctor? I am also doctor. Literature doctor.” Spy and Engineer were next, making quick friends with him. He and the Sniper became what one could maybe consider friends, as they both understand a need for quiet coexistence. Now that they’re comfortable around each other they’ll sometimes just sit in the same room together, Heavy reading and Sniper sharpening his kukri and whatnot, neither of them saying anything. Just the way they like it. Heavy and the Pyro still don’t get along particularly well; Heavy is scared of them and the Pyro can sense it. But they’ve learned to coexist over time. 

Demo - It’s hard to get the wrong impression from Demo. He’s very loud and honest about himself and his opinions. What the team assumed incorrectly at first was whether or not he can be trusted with explosives. He’s a one-eyed drunk, surely its not a good idea? They were hesitant to be anywhere near him on the battlefield or while he was working on his bombs back at the base. They found out rather quickly that he knew exactly what he was doing, however, and was incredibly skilled at his craft. He was hired for a reason, after all. They also found out he’s a very nice friend to have. He’s passionately supportive and gives great pep talks, and will share his beer if you need some. 

Engineer - Engineer is hard not to like. He has a warm, friendly disposition and he’s a very intelligent man. Most of the team liked him right from the beginning, but Spy was an exception. Something about the way the two of them interact with other people always clashed. Engineer thought Spy should mind his own business and that he was a bit uppity, and Spy thought he seemed like an uncultured hillbilly who is only there because of his family connections. Needless to say they respect each other a good deal more after working together for so long, but they still aren’t the best of friends. Some of the team were also a bit nervous around him at the beginning because he worked so closely with their superiors. He wouldn’t rat them out or anything, would he? Did he have sort of ulterior motives? Over time, though, they realized that Engie is one of the most honest and trustworthy people you can find.