#team fortress 2 guide

[madamepestilence]

TF2: HOW TO FIGHT AGAINST THE BOTS

For those of you interested in TF2 and sick of the bots, I spent literally 8 1/2 hours last night typing up this guide on how to fight back against them

[katy-133]

TF2 Blender Guide: Remove Cosmetic Clipping

Want no outfit clipping? Here are 3 methods to remove clipping between a TF2 merc's default outfit and cosmetics they're wearing (or even custom outfits you've made for them). These methods are non-destructive compared to deleting parts of a mesh, which cannot be undone.

Guide by Katy133. The example I'm using is Scout wearing the Ripped Rider jacket cosmetic.

Method 1: Use an Invisible Material

Recommended situations to use this method: You want to quickly make the mesh underneath invisible, but only parts of that mesh (example: Hiding the visibility of Scout's torso won't work because his arms are also on that layer).

Select the part of the merc's model that's clipping through the cosmetic (in this example, it's Scout's default shirt, which is part of his torso model). In the Materials tab, select Add New Material Slot (+ button to the right of the materials list). Press the +New button to add a new material to it. (See: Image 1, below)

Rename this new material something clear (like invisible_material). Set the new material to have 0.0 Alpha (under the Surface header) and change the Blend Mode to Alpha Clip or Alpha Blend (under Settings). (Image 2)

Go into Edit Mode. Toggle select faces mode. Select the faces that are clipping. These need to be faces that never need to be seen by the camera (they're being covered by the cosmetic). (If it's difficult to select the faces, go into Local View mode with the model selected by selecting View -> Local View -> Toggle Local View, or by pressing your Local View hotkey.) Various methods to make selecting the faces easier include switching your selection mode to Lasso, and turning on X-Ray in your view (circled in blue in the attached image). (Image 3 and image 4)

With the faces selected, select invisible_material from the materials list and press the Assign button. (Image 5)

Go back to Object mode (and leave Local View if you haven't already). The faces assigned to the invisible material should now be fully transparent, leaving the cosmetic covering it.

Optional: If you wish to animate the invisible material's visibility: Go to the materials tab, select the invisible_material, and Press the dot button to the right of the shape key's Value. This adds a keyframe. Yellow means that keyframe in the timeline has a keyframe. Green means the value has keyframes but not on the current frame. Influence set to 0.0 is off, 1.0 is on 100%. This can be useful if you're animating Scout putting on the cosmetic for example.

Method 2: Use a Mask Modifier

Recommended situations to use this method: You want to make parts of the mesh underneath invisible without editing the applied materials of the mesh (example: You use the Materials list to quickly select vertex and reassigning vertex to a new material slot would slow down your process).

Select the part of the merc's model that's clipping through the cosmetic. Go to the Data properties tab and add a new vertex group (+ button to the right of the vertex group list). Rename it something clear, like Mask_mesh. (See: Image 1, below)

Go to the Modifiers property tab. Press Add Modifier. Add a Mask. In Vertex Group, select Mask_mesh. Then press the Invert button to the right of that. (Image 2)

Go back to the Data properties tab. Go into Edit Mode. Select the vertex that's clipping through the cosmetic. (If it's difficult to select the faces, go into Local View mode, switch the selection tool to Lasso, and toggle X-Ray mode--see: Method 1 above for details.) (Image 3)

With the vertex selected, select the Mask_mesh vertex group and press the Assign button. (Image 3)

Optional: If you wish to animate the invisible material's visibility: Go to the modifiers tab. In the Mask Modifier, Press the dot button to the right of Threshold. This adds a keyframe. Yellow means that keyframe in the timeline has a keyframe. Green means the value has keyframes but not on the current frame. Since the Mask is inverted, Threshold set to 0.0 is on, 1.0 is off. This can be useful if you're animating Scout putting on the cosmetic for example. (Image 4)

Method 3: Use Shape Keys

Recommended situations: There's clipping, but you want the vertex of the default outfit to stay visible (example: you want to adjust Scout's backpack strap so it's entirely layered over his new cosmetic jacket). Or you want to animate when the clipping adjustment happens (example: An animation of Scout putting on a cosmetic, wherein you see Scout in his default outfit and his his cosmetic within the same shot).

Select the part of the merc's model that's clipping through the cosmetic. Go to the Data properties tab and add a new Shape Key (the + button to the right of the Shape Kay list). This is the Basic layer (default shape of the mesh), don't ever touch it. Now add a new shape key layer (by default, it's named Key 1). Rename it something clear like Clipping_fix. Select it, and set it to 1.0. (See: Image 2, below)

Go into Edit Mode. Make sure that the Clipping_fix shape key is the one selected (otherwise, you are editing either the Basic shape key layer or a facial flex shape key, which can have destructive results). Start selecting vertex and moving them where you want. (If it's difficult to select the faces, go into Local View mode, switch the selection tool to Lasso, and toggle X-Ray mode--see: Method 1 above for details.) (Image 3)

Go back to Object mode. The shape key should now be affecting the mesh. (Image 4)

If you wish to animate the shape key: Press the dot button to the right of the shape key's Value. This adds a keyframe. Yellow means that keyframe in the timeline has a keyframe. Green means the value has keyframes but not on the current frame. Influence set to 0.0 is off, 1.0 is on 100%. (Image 4)

For more guides, see my tag: #my blender guides

[conductor-on-grn]

if anyone wants lore there are technically RED and BLU conductors ?????

you haven't seen them because um. one is warping the membrane of the universe as we know it and the other one works at an airport right now. sorry

ray has been in contact with both of them so if you want to ask any questions....

[one ask blog is enough man i'll explode :') cmon leave me be]

[triforceraiden]

I don't play tf2 super often bc I'm really bad at it, but I'll keep watching tf2 clip comps and video essays about weapon balancing until the day I die probably

[ask-the-tf2-mercs]

Hey engy, would you potentially teach me how to make iron out of iron ore 🥺

Engineer: Ain't that hard, really. First thing you'll need to do is make yourself a furnace, or a bloomery whichever name you prefer, clay works the best for this. You'll wanna charge it, which means just heat it up to smeltin' temperatures. Then you'll wanna toss in a one-to-one mixture of iron ore and charcoal, the charcoal is t'help reduce the oxide into metal. That melted goop you'll get is called bloom - hence why the furnace is also called a bloomery. You'll let that cool, reheat it, and then beat it with a hammer to work out the impurities! Just that simple!

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Ok. Tbh. I have been following u for a bit and idk shit about tf2 but I want to play now. Any tips for a first timer?

Ofc! I'm glad my stupid blog is making people want to Actually try to play tf2, I was driven to try out tf2 from Tumblr and I'm happy I can be part of that in other people's lives now :) here's some of the advice I always give, as a guy who is himself bad at games

DO NOT go straight from training into casual. The training mode is not particularly good and doesn't fully familiarize you with the game enough to start playing casual with strangers. Tf2 has existed for a longass time and you're gonna be in casual with people who have played for longer than you. Instead, practice in private servers with friends and/or with bots until you feel you've gotten a decent grasp on whichever classes you want to play (I did it until I was okay at all of them, but I know that's not everyone's style). This probably will not make you GOOD, but it'll make you good enough for casual.

Don't be afraid of playing casual once you've actually familiarized yourself with the game and how everything works. It's not scary, it's not hard, people aren't mean. There aren't even that many bots now I'm dead serious it's gotten way way better

Part of getting familiar with tf2 is figuring out HOW you like to play each class, because within each class there are a lot of different ways to play. There aren't necessarily "better" weapons for the most part, just weapons that alter the style of gameplay. You don't really need to buy weapons either, although I won't say you're not allowed to spend 99 cents on a gun you prefer; playing casual and competitive both have that item drop system that can give you a lot of new items if you're a new player, and if you have friends who have played a lot before you, you can probably ask them for their unwanted items. You might think you hate a class until you change your loadout a bit and find out they're actually pretty fun

This is a very generic tip but I mean it so so so genuinely, the most important thing is to HAVE FUN. If something isn't fun, you don't need to do it! If a certain server is giving you shit, leave and find a new one! If it sucks, hit da bricks. It's tf2 do not let anyone trick you into believing it's meant to be serious

[thedailyspuf]

CTF_Crasher, the Most Interesting New TF2 Map in Years

CTF_Crasher, the Most Interesting New TF2 Map in Years

I’ve found myself occasionally leaping back into TF2 these days. I’m not sure why, maybe I just miss the mixture of arena shooter mechanics and incredible character design/writing. But anyway, with Scream Fortress 2022 in full swing, I’ve had a chance to play all the new maps, and I really really like ctf_crasher. Overview Follow the giant glowing heavy! For those who haven’t tried it,…

[basickabyl]

Team Fortress 2 is old so we play it in current year.

Not included is a good 3-5 minutes where the game reset my voice chat settings on its own and caused me to blabber a one sided conversation at my team without knowing it. If you were in that match, whoops, sorry!

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[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 12: Hands Under the Table (Public)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Sniper have some fun in a conveniently isolated area of a bar

Tags: Public, dirty talk, fingering, denial, dom/sub, bars, beer (no intoxication), volume control

Word Count: 2.2k

The Masterlist

You gripped a bottle of beer in your hand, letting the condensation soak your palm. Cracking open the cap, you grimaced as it bubbled and dripped down the side before taking a tentative sip. Yup, just as disgusting as the last time you had tried beer. Why you felt the need to force yourself to adapt to this taste, you would never know.

Truthfully, it was probably for the same reason you agreed to come along to this bar in the first place- comradery. You wished your team could get a bit more imaginative with their post-victory celebrations. At the very least, they could buy some drinks and keep them back at the base, where you could at least have the convenience of retiring to your room when things became overwhelming.

Scanning the bar, your eyes fell on Sniper, who had been keeping a booth to himself for most of the night. A bowl of chips in the center of the table remained untouched, and his hat was pulled low over his eyes, as if he simply wanted to fall asleep and be woken up when this was over. Sensing a possible kindred spirit, you approached him.

“I’m surprised you agreed to come,” you said, looking down at Sniper, now seeing that he was also nursing a beer. You wondered if he actually liked the stuff or if he was just faking it like you. Maybe everyone was faking it. Maybe beer was just a grand conspiracy.

Sniper scoffed. “Well, I was practically dragged out of my van to join in.” He nodded towards Scout, who was currently trying to chat up various girls on the small dance floor. It figured that the runner would be the one to pry Sniper out of his self imposed isolation. He was one of the only mercs stubborn and persistent enough to do so. You watched him strut over to the blaring jukebox, leaning against it as if it made him seem cool. You wondered how long it would take for him to put

at least five repetitions of the same Tom Jones song into that thing.

You really didn’t want to be negative. It was a nice bar, nicer than the kind you would usually go to. There was even a small stage for live music, although it was currently empty. After such a long streak of wins, the team had decided to splurge a bit. Yet, you ultimately couldn’t seem to get into the spirit of things.

“I take it you’re having about as much fun as I am?” you asked, your voice oozing sarcasm.

Honestly, you did not enjoy going out. Bars of any kind tended to be loud, crowded, and chaotic. You would much rather celebrate with a night in and some greasy take out. Spy wouldn’t be having that though, with his greater than thou attitude towards American food. Although, based on the way he was sequestered in his own personal corner as well, it seemed this wasn’t very much to his taste either.

“At least most of us seem to be enjoying themselves,” you sighed. Although, as you and Sniper looked out over the crowd, it became clear that some individuals may have been enjoying themselves a bit too much.

Demoman probably wouldn’t be much of an issue. You were almost certain that he was immune to hangovers at this point. The others were another story though. You had a feeling that the few sober ones among you would have to guide them back to the base by the end of the night, and help nurse them back to health in the morning. Why the Medigun wasn’t effective on hangovers, you would never know.

You tried to match Sniper’s laid back demeanor, casually sipping your own beer. However, you couldn’t hide the cringe on your face as you swallowed it down.

“Darling,” Sniper chuckled, watching you try and fail to ignore the taste of cheap booze. “If you don’t like it, why are you drinking it?”

You shrugged, giving a defeated sigh. “I guess I thought if I got drunk enough, this night would seem more entertaining.” You swirled the contents of the beer bottle, only a third empty. “But with how long it’s been taking me to force down sips of this cheap shit, I’m probably not even buzzed.”

Sniper chuckled. You set the bottle down beside him, admitting defeat. He took a swig from it only to find that the drink had long since gone flat. “I might have a way to make the evening more enjoyable, if you’d like,” he suggested, returning to nursing his own beer.

“I’m not dancing,” you quickly said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Sniper said, glancing towards the dance floor where Scout was once again trying to seduce girls with his rendition of some kind of indescribable dance- like a cross between the Charleston and a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. You were almost envious of his alcohol fueled confidence. “Just have a seat next to me, doll.”

He patted the booth beside him. You were confused, but also intrigued, sitting down and sidling up next to him with a playful smirk. He quickly reciprocated with an arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you close. You were a bit embarrassed by the school girl-like giggle that escaped you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Sniper’s lips grazed your ear, making you shiver, only for his next words to make you freeze up. “Don’t make a scene.”

“Wh-” You couldn’t even get a full word out before Sniper’s free hand reached over, unbuttoning your fly and slipping his hand into your pants. You bit your lip to keep yourself from gasping. “Oh my God, Sniper!” you whispered harshly. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked as he began to move his fingers, still over your underwear. Even so, it still sent jolts of pleasure through you that made your thighs quiver slightly. “We’ve discussed this, doll. Remember how hot it made you, the thought of me working you over with my fingers in the corner of a crowded room?”

Recalling the conversation made you blush. “Yeah, I remember,” you whispered, thinking back to the night you and Sniper had swapped fantasies over pillow talk. “I just didn’t expect it to be happening now.”

“Well, I believe a key part of that little fantasy was the element of surprise,” Sniper said. “You didn’t want to know when I might spring it on you.” He paused suddenly, his smirk wavering. “Of course, if you aren’t up for this now, we can stop-”

“No, no! I am!” You cringed, lowering your voice and glancing around to make sure no one had noticed your outburst. It appeared that the din of the crowd had effectively drowned you out. “That is, I am very much up for this.”

Sniper nodded, turning his gaze away from you. He sipped his beer, holding the bottle with his free hand while the one down your pants began to rub ever so slowly. Your face flushed scarlet and you bit your lower lip to keep any noises from escaping. Your adrenaline was running high, heightening every sensation. Even being touched through your underwear like this felt incredible.

“Please,” you stammered. “Keep going.”

“Of course, darling.”

Your underwear was pulled to the side, and you shuddered as you felt Sniper's fingers drag along your cunt, coating the digits with your arousal. It didn’t take much effort for him to work a couple fingers into you within a few minutes. You hooked a leg over his thigh, trying to spread your legs in a way that wasn’t too conspicuous. He allowed it, rubbing his free hand over your thigh for a moment. His palm was cold from the chill of the beer, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

The hum of the crowd seemed to fade into the background as Sniper began to pump his fingers faster. He kept switching it up, swapping between thrusting into you and circling your clit, keeping you on your toes, yet always bringing you closer and closer to the edge until the sensation of building, tightening pleasure was at the forefront of your mind, eclipsing everything else.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. You didn’t even trust yourself to look out into the crowded bar, fearing that something in your expression would give you away. Still, you had to try to say something, to warn Sniper that you were close.

“Mundy,” you whimpered. “I’m going to-”

“Not yet.”

Your body immediately stiffened. “No, no, no! Don’t be mean, Mundy! I can’t- oh fuck!” Your plea for mercy dissolved on your lips. You kept a white knuckled grip on the table in front of you, scowling down at it like it had personally offended you. It was all you could do to keep your eyes from rolling back.

“Darling, keep it together,” Sniper whispered, although through clenched teeth, it sounded more akin to a growl. “Or else I’ll have to punish you later.”

You frowned, barely keeping the moan out of your voice as you responded with a tense and curt “Fine.”

“And I'll Ignore your attitude, just this once.”

Damn it, he always needed to have the last word. You clamped a hand over your mouth, gluing your eyes to the table. Sniper’s fingers curled inside you, stroking gently and rhythmically. It was all you could do to keep yourself from arching back against the booth.

Sniper downed the rest of his beer. Glancing down, he saw the way your thighs were trembling, even though you were seated. It was quite an alluring sight, and Sniper couldn’t help but get enraptured in it, imagining being inside you, pinning you down somewhere private, and making all those pretty sounds spill freely from your lips. He shook his head, putting those thoughts out of his mind for now, lest he be forced to hold his own hat suspiciously in front of his crotch for the rest of the night.

“You’re pulsing around my fingers. You’re so close you can taste it, aren’t you?” He whispered. You nodded, barely looking up at him, a whimper just barely escaping past your hand. “You’re about to come in front of all these people who don’t have a clue what’s going on right under their noses.” Sniper pressed his fingers firmly against your sweet spot, making you jolt.

“Mundy,” you groaned his name softly, leaning against him. To anyone who glanced over, it would look like you had just overindulged on alcohol. Your flushed face only served to sell the facade even more. It was the perfect cover, really. Still, you would rather not get caught, even though the risk thrilled you in its own unique way. “Mundy, please!”

“It’s alright, doll. You can come, as long as you think you can stay quiet.”

His permission was like a trigger being pulled. Trying not to writhe as your orgasm ripped through you was a struggle, but you managed, hunching over the table and resting your forehead on the cool hard wood. Keeping quiet was a bit more difficult, but luckily the music was loud and the bar denizens were even louder, so the few moans that escaped you went unnoticed.

You stayed with your head on the table for a while, panting, letting out a soft groan when Sniper withdrew his fingers. He was stone faced, simply looking out over the bar as if nothing had transpired. It was only when you sat up that he glanced over at you, giving you a smirk that made your heart flutter. Between the ambient light of the bar and the post orgasmic haze, he looked handsome as hell. You wanted to lean up and kiss him before you could say something embarrassingly sappy.

Sniper broke the silence before you could. “I have a feeling the rest of the team isn’t going to be in any shape to walk back to base tonight.” He nodded towards the dancefloor, where you were certain at least half of your fellow mercenaries were currently making asses of themselves. However, you couldn’t be bothered to look. You didn’t want to tear your gaze away from Sniper. “How about we head back and grab my van so that they can have a ride? Hell, there might even be just enough time to give you a little reward for being such a good girl.”

An enthusiastic grin spread across your face. “I would like that,” you said, standing up quickly. A bit too quickly, apparently, as you staggered within your first step. Thankfully Sniper was at your side in an instant, linking your arms together to keep you steady. He had half a mind to scoop you up and simply carry you out of the bar.

As he guided you towards the exit on shaky legs, he caught the eyes of another patron. They were supporting the weight of their own very intoxicated partner, who was singing- or rather, shouting- the lyrics to whatever song played from the jukebox unintelligibly as they stumbled along. They gave the two of you a sympathetic look, and Sniper suppressed the smirk that threatened to creep onto his face. If only they knew.

[bowletta]

SRMTHFG Watch Guide

Hi everyone! I made a list for newcomers who are interested in watching SRMT but don't know where to start! : ]

'Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!' (Yes, that's really the title, 'SRMTHFG' for short) was a cartoon that aired from 2004-2006 on Jetix/Disney Channel.

It's about a boy and his team of cybernetic monkeys saving the universe from the evil Skeleton King. It sounds ridiculous... but it is so unironically good. There is plot. There is trauma. There are wacky antics. You can watch the entire series on YouTube, in HD, for free lol.

There's two versions of the show:

1080p HD, widescreen, censored (YouTube Link)

480-720p, cropped, uncensored (YouTube Link)

Personally I would recommend the HD cut. I am working on compiling every censored scene, nearly all of which are under 3 seconds (graphic violence, blood, etc.).

Under the read more is a guide to what episodes to watch, avoid, etc.

Symbol Guide:

Regular Text: Fine episode, but not required

*: Plot relevant

Bold Text: Good episode

Red: REALLY good episode

Strikethrough: Bad. Skip.

Season 1:

Chiro's Girl*

Depths of Fear

Planetoid Q

Magnetic Menace

The Sun Riders

Secret of the Sixth Monkey*

Pit of Doom*

Thingy

Flytor

A Man Called Krinkle

Ape New World

Circus of Ooze

Hidden Fortress*

Season 2:

Skeleton King*

World of Giants

The Lords of Soturix 7

In the Grip of Evil*

Versus Chiro*

Shadow Over Shuggazoom

The Sun Riders Return

Hunt for the Citadel of Bone*

Snowbound*

Wonder Fun Meat World

The Skeleton King Threat

Antauri's Masters*

I, Chiro*

Season 3:

The Savage Lands: Part I*

The Savage Lands: Part II*

Season of the Skull

A Ghost in the Machinder*

The Stranded Seven

Girl Trouble

Brothers in Arms

Monster Battle Club Now!

Meet the Wigglenog

Big Lug

Prototype*

Wormhole*

Belly of the Beast*

Season 4:

Galactic Smash: Space Attack

Galactic Smash: Game Over

Incident on Ranger 7

Ghosts of Shuggazoom*

Invasion of the Vreen

Evil Ages

Night of Fear*

The Hills Have Five

Demon of the Deep

Secret Society*

Golden Age*

Object of Hate*

Soul of Evil*

TLDR; Here's a condensed list of good/plot episodes you should watch if you don't want to watch all 52 episodes VVV

Season 1:

EP 1 - Chiro's Girl*

EP 6 - Secret of the Sixth Monkey*

EP 7 - Pit of Doom*

EP 8 - Thingy

EP 13 - Hidden Fortress*

Season 2:

EP 1 - Skeleton King*

EP 4 - In the Grip of Evil*

EP 5 - Versus Chiro*

EP 8 - Hunt for the Citadel of Bone*

EP 9 - Snowbound*

EP 12 - Antauri's Masters*

EP 13 - I, Chiro* (Best EP of the series in my opinion)

Season 3:

EP 1 - The Savage Lands Part I*

EP 2 - The Savage Lands Part II*

EP 4 - A Ghost in the Machinder*

EP 5 - The Stranded Seven

EP 7 - Brothers in Arms

EP 10 - Big Lug (SO many good reaction faces)

EP 11 - Prototype*

EP 12 - Wormhole*

EP 13 - Belly of the Beast* (Tied with I, Chiro for best EP)

Season 4:

EP 4 - Ghosts of Shuggazoom*

EP 5 - Invasion of the Vreen

EP 7 - Night of Fear*

EP 9 - Demon of the Deep

EP 10 - Secret Society*

EP 11 - Golden Age*

EP 12 - Object of Hate*

EP 13 - Soul of Evil*

Thank you all for coming to my TED Talk on these silly monkeys lol, I hope you all have fun watching!

(Gif by @/sweetcircuits)

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Pride and Fall

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: K+ Genre: Angst, Friendship Characters: Demoman & Sniper Fic Description: A few months after the events of the comics, after a lost match in the middle of a violent rainstorm, Sniper's mind is abruptly elsewhere. Demo gathers what might be wrong, and steps in to help. Warnings: TF2-typical violence, references to past character death. Beta Readers: @mechmolar and @gonturan0 ILLUTRATOR: @doctor-phil!!! Check out the illustration here! Notes: This is for the @tf2bigbang! Finally participating in one of these! (Do you ever think about the fact that Sniper died in Demoman's arms? Because I think about the fact that Sniper died in Demoman's arms a lot.)

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Well, ye win some, ye lose some, was all Demo could think when he heard the telltale sound of an enemy spy decloaking behind him. The knife striking into his spine was excruciating, but brief, and expected.

The water immediately dousing him upon respawn was not.

With a cry of disgust, which was echoed by several other mercs who had also gotten picked off during the humiliation round, he stumbled out from the rain that was pouring through a hole in the spawn room roof. "Bloody rain season," he grumbled, wiping himself off for all the good it would do.

Soldier, who had respawned with him, crossed his arms. "We may have tasted bitter defeat, men, but that will only make our next victory that much sweeter!"

In spite of the chilly weather, Demo couldn't help smiling at his friend. "Aye, not a bad thought." He turned to see what the others thought of the sentiment: Spy was leaning against the broken spawn door, not seeming to care, while Heavy shrugged and gave a nod.

And then he saw Sniper.

The man had stumbled out from the rain, but was staring blankly at the water around his ankles, his face pale. For a moment, Demo wondered if Sniper was sick, only to realize just why Sniper might react poorly to the water everywhere.

Frowning, Demo reached out, placing a hand on Sniper's shoulder. "Are ye all right, lad?" he whispered.

"M'fine," Sniper grunted, his voice tight.

The others were saying something about the Pyro, but Demo ignored them for the time being. He kept his hand on Sniper's shoulder, his stomach sinking. "The match is over, lad. We lost."

Sniper did not respond.

"Better get yer things," Demo went on. "Ye know BLU's gonna pitch a fit if we dawdle."

Again, no response.

Sighing, Demo wrapped his arm around Sniper's shoulders. "Come on, lad," he murmured, guiding Sniper toward the lockers. "Let's get yer stuff."

Thankfully Sniper was conscious enough to retrieve his wallet and keys, and was able to carry his weapons without much of a problem, but still he never said a word. His steps sloshed heavily through the water on the floor, and he nearly fell as Demo guided him down the stairs. The others had already gone on ahead (aside from Spy, for some reason, but he seemed to know what he was about, so Demo let him be), and Demo grimaced when they finally reached the ground floor and faced the thunderstorm outside.

"Think ye can make it back all right?" Demo asked.

Sniper blinked wearily from behind his glasses. "Respawn'll send us back to base soon," he mumbled.

"Aye, if you're sure about leavin' your van behind."

Growling, Sniper threw himself forward, trudging out into the rainstorm, only to stop again, staring blankly ahead.

"Stay with me, lad," Demo grunted, throwing an arm around him again and marching through the rain, forcing Sniper's legs to move with him. He glanced over at him—not something he could do subtly with Sniper on his blind side, but Sniper was in no state of mind to notice—and frowned at seeing his companion with a hand digging into his chest. "No bullets there, friend."

Up ahead, he could barely make out blurry red shapes heading out of the sawmill territory. So they weren't impossibly behind the others—not that Demo wouldn't have been able to find his way back if they were. It might've been nice to catch up, but he didn't trust that Sniper's gangling legs would be able to keep up at the moment, with the way they were struggling to maintain a basic walking speed.

As the path led them out through the gates and turned downward, Demo winced; the path was even more treacherous here, with the rain mingling with the dirt path to create slick mud on an inclined surface. It was made worse by the others who had already traversed it. Heavy's footprints in particular were deep—he must be having a time crossing this place—and Demo took care to avoid them when possible.

"How're ye holdin' up?" he asked, raising his voice over the torrent of rain.

Sniper muttered something Demo couldn't catch.

"Aye, cannae argue with that." Sighing, Demo squinted through the rain, holding out a hand to his forehead to shield his eye for a moment. "We'll be there soon. Just hang on—"

And as he spoke, Sniper's foot caught on one of Heavy's footprints, and he slipped out from under his arm, crashing into the muddy ground below and letting out a strangled gasp.

"Aw—!" A streak of curses hissed its way out of Demo's mouth as he stooped down, preparing to lift Sniper out of the mud. "Are ye all right?"

The fall had knocked Sniper's glasses askew; his eyes were wide and unseeing, his hand gripping the side of his chest, his breathing rapid. He made no sign of acknowledgment as Demo struggled to pull him up to his feet.

"C'mon, Mundy," Demo grunted. "On your feet!"

"Th-they got me," Sniper panted between gasps. "There's no respawn."

"Sure there is, ya campy weasel! Ye were just talkin' aboot it!"

Sniper's feet scrambled and kicked against the slippery mud, and Demo heaved a sigh. "All right, lad, ye asked for this." With that, he lifted Sniper off his feet and threw him over his shoulder. "I'll carry ye back tae yer van like a sack o' potatoes if I have to."

Unfortunately carrying a grown man over his shoulder didn't exactly make the trip back any easier, but he'd navigated worse roads when intoxicated. (Speaking of, that didn't sound like a bad idea, but it could wait for now.)

But the feeling of Sniper's weight against his shoulder in combination with the humid atmosphere and rain brought another problem—memories of a doomed, underwater country, flooding with water, which was slowly turning red around him, Sniper's weight growing heavier against his shoulder, in his arms.

A sudden fear seized him, and he frantically patted Sniper's back. "Are ye still with me?" he asked, voice shaking.

Sniper did not answer, but his rapid breathing was at least not slowing dangerously, and he was not growing heavier, so, there was that.

...Not to mention they'd both just come fresh off the respawn, so neither of them would be injured. Somehow the thought was not helping as much as it should have. Demo shook his head. "Keep it t'gether, Tavish," he grunted, and kept going.

It felt like far too long before he heard the rumble of a car engine, and peered through the rain to see Engie's truck rolling out of a covered area. With a sigh of relief, Demo hauled Sniper forward and into the partially hidden area where they'd parked their cars. Only two still remained: Spy's sports car, and Sniper's van. Demo heaved Sniper onto his feet. "All right, lad. Here we are."

Groaning, Sniper stumbled where he stood before raising his head to see his truck. "...'Preciate it, mate," he muttered, feeling over his chest again. "I... uh. M'sorry about that."

"S' all right. Are ye in a state ta drive, though?" Demo huffed out a laugh. "I'd offer tae m'self, but, uh..." He tapped the side of his eye patch.

"Nah, s'fine, I can manage." Already he was pulling open the door and climbing in, and Demo joined him on the passenger's side. Only when they were inside the van did Sniper seem to finally relax, sitting back against the driver's seat, rainwater dripping off of him. He took in a few deep breaths.

Demo grunted. "Ye make it look like yer the one who had to haul yer own lifeless lump through a bloody storm."

Sniper cracked a smile, shaking his head. "Thanks for that, though."

After taking a moment to calm himself, Sniper whipped out his keys and started up the engine. With the windshield wipers slashing in front of them, they eased their way out onto the road, which was easier said than done with the muddy state said road was in. For once, Sniper pulled his glasses up, leaning forward as he squinted over the steering wheel, while Demo subconsciously gripped the door of the car to keep steady. For several tense minutes the van lumbered down the slippery, hilly road, and neither of them spoke.

It wasn't until the road leveled out that Demo let out a breath. "Glad ye shook that off, mate," he said with a relieved laugh. "I dinnae think I'd've managed."

"I can drive in just about any weather. 'Cept for snow, anyway."

Demo hummed, nodding as he watched the world pass by through the window. The rain pounding on the roof and the rumbling of the engine nearly lulled him into a doze until he took another look at the Sniper. Now that they were in a somewhat safer situation, Sniper had put his glasses back on, and was sitting back against his chair again. But he was not relaxed; he stared straight ahead at the road, not in concentration, but with a faraway look, as though he were looking at a different scene entirely.

"Ye got two eyeballs, mate," Demo said, and Sniper jumped in his seat. "Keep at least one of 'em on the road."

"Sorry." Sniper shifted uncomfortably in the rain-soaked seat. He was at least focused now, but his shoulders were hunched.

It was certainly strange seeing the man so tense, given how relaxed he tended to be outside of battle. "Are ye sure yer all right?"

Feeling over his chest and side again, Sniper frowned. "I'm not bleeding."

"That don't answer the question."

Sighing, Sniper tipped his head back. "Ask me again once we're back. After we've got a couple drinks in me though, all right?"

Any other time, Demo might have brightened at the suggestion of getting a few drinks. But in this case...

Well. He hadn't exactly become an alcoholic for the fun of it.

Nodding grimly, Demo faced the road again, feeling far too awake to nod off to the sounds of the rain and the car motor. They spent the rest of the journey in silence.

Eventually the van turned into the hidden entrance of the base before pulling into the garage. When Demo raised a brow at Sniper, he only shrugged. "It'd only get stuck in the mud if I parked it outside."

"Makes sense," Demo murmured, stepping out and heading for the fridge. Sure enough, they still had some bottles of Cerveza Royale left over from their last celebration, and he grabbed a couple plus a bottle opener before following Sniper into the base.

It was oddly quiet for a post-match evening, but then, they didn't have much to celebrate tonight. Presumably Medic and Engineer had retreated to their lab and workshop respectively, Heavy was probably eating a post-match snack, and, judging by the sounds coming from the lounge and the phone, Scout was watching TV while Soldier was on the phone with Zhanna. The mess hall was empty, but it wasn't the most comfortable place to get smashed. As it was, Demo suggested they head into the rec room, where a few couches sat in one corner.

The two of them plopped down onto the cushion. After whipping out the bottle opener, Demo cracked the bottles open and handed one to Sniper.

"Cheers, mate," Demo said, and the two clunked their bottles together before taking a swig. But, looking over at Sniper, he frowned.

Sniper took several deep gulps before pulling the bottle away and heaved a sigh. He leaned back, his head tipped up to look at the ceiling.

Silence settled over them for a moment.

"So... did ye manage tae climb on the roof o' that sawmill?" Demo ventured.

"Sort of," Sniper replied. "Turns out it has an attic space, so I crawled up in there. Not a bad place for a nest. No one thinks t' look up that high."

"Aye, that's what makes sticky-jumpin' work, too."

"Was a good spot for a while," he went on. "Got a few good shots in... 'til we lost." And then he dipped his head.

Both of them knew it wasn't the loss that bothered him.

Demo frowned, a memory striking him. "Ah, the BLU sniper, was it?"

"Yeah. Second he realized where I was, he shot at me through the ceiling." Wincing, Sniper rubbed his leg. "But that didn't kill me. The ceiling collapsing did, though."

Letting out a low whistle, Demo shook his head. "Rough way t' go, mate." He took another swig of beer. "Hate t' say it, but ye looked like death warmed over once ye came out of spawn."

Sniper snorted humorlessly. "Heh. Death..." Throwing the bottle back, he drank deeply from it before staring down at it, watching the remaining liquid swirl around within. "D'you... d'you remember New Zealand?"

Demo grunted. "Not much. I was still shakin' off that moonshine ye dosed me with."

Nodding grimly, Sniper continued: "Well... we met my parents there—my rea—my birth parents. N' they... they both buggered off."

Something struck Demo, and he sat back, brow furrowed.

"The place was flooding, my dad took the sub, and... we saw lights comin' toward us, and I thought it was my dad comin' back, and..." He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. "I see the Medic, grinning like a madman and standin' with all a' Gray's men, and—"

"They shot you," Demo finished, his gaze distant. "I remember that. Remember holdin' ye above water. Didn't strike me 'til I heard the bloody grays boastin' aboot killin' ye, that there was..."

"No respawn." Sniper's head hung. "Yeah."

"I tried t' get ye to stop bleedin', but... Mate, ye were so heavy. I think ye were a corpse by the time they bullied us onto the ship."

Sniper did not lift his head.

Demo continued to stare into the distance. "I... I thought I'd lost ye." After a pause, he he took a longer drink, and belched. "Might've gone a bit mad after that. Was a right mess, cryin' and cussin' out those..."

Brows raised, Sniper turned to face him. "You were... upset over me?"

"Of course!" Demo exclaimed, swinging out his arm, and Sniper flinched back to avoid inadvertently getting hit by the bottle. "It's one thing when you're fightin' every day, dyin' and comin' right back from it, but when it's permanent?" Shaking his head, he leaned in closer, looking Sniper in the eye. "Ye think I wouldn't?"

Sniper shook his head, leaning back. "I'd captured you, mate. I poisoned you. I had a—"

Demo belted out a laugh, cutting him off. "With some o' the best moonshine I've ever had injected in me veins!" He slapped himself on the knee, grinning. "Wouldn't mind if ye shared some o' that again!"

For once, Sniper cracked a smile, letting out a huff of amusement as he shook his head. It lasted only a moment. "Didn't think anyone cared that much."

Quieting down, Demo lowered his head. "Wasn't alone. When those gray scum pried me from yer corpse, I saw the others tryin' to hold Soldier n' his lady back. They were furious, n' Spy and Miss Pauling were right torn up. Couldn't say for sure aboot the Pyro, but the thing is… I don’t think… any of us knew we cared that much aboot you.” He turned, looking Sniper in the eye. “Not until we lost ye.”

Sniper's only response was to stare forward into the darkened room, swallowing.

"...'Course," Demo went on, "I've no doubt it was worse for ye." Sighing, he studied his own bottle. "No respawn, and ye must've been out for hours. Can't imagine."

Once again, Sniper was silent, turning slightly away, his lips pulled into a tight line. He opened his mouth, shut it, then downed the rest of his bottle before saying, quickly, "I saw my parents."

"Aye, lad, we all saw yer parents. Terrible people."

"No." Sniper's voice was thick. "Not them. My real parents."

The words swam around Demo's head, their meaning confused by more than the alcohol in his system. They sank in slowly. "Yer... real parents," he repeated slowly, then blinked. "Yer adopted parents?"

Sniper nodded. "My parents." Gritting his teeth, he clenched his free fist. "You don't gotta believe me, but I know what I—"

"Lad, lad," Demo said, a chuckle shaking his words. He clapped a hand over Sniper's shoulder, and the other man jumped. "We've seen plenty o' magic, now, an' we've been ta' Hell and back. What makes ye think I wouldn't believe the opposite exists?"

Shrugging feebly, Sniper shook his head. "Medic didn't."

"Bah!" Demo waved a dismissive hand. "What's he know aboot th' afterlife?"

After heaving a long sigh, Sniper leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. "Point is... I saw them, there, up in the clouds... and we talked, and..." His grip around the empty bottle tightened, and his voice became a low growl, "Dad says... says he was proud of me."

Despite the alcohol, a tension settled over the two, growing tighter and tighter. Demo swallowed, then opened his mouth to speak, only for Sniper to sit bolt upright and slam his empty bottle against the floor, shattering it.

"Bloody wanker!" he snarled. "Couldn't've said it when he was here! Couldn't've said it when we were both alive! All those years, yellin' at me over the phone, goin' on about how much he hates my job, my life choices, and now he tells me? Now? When I'm not gonna bloody see him again until—?!"

His voice cracked, and he stood abruptly, storming into the dark room.

Stammering, Demo stood up, setting aside his beer and wobbling after him. It would be hard enough to see with two eyes, but Demo had to take extra care not to bump into any of the equipment in the room, keeping a hand out in front of himself. He lost track of Sniper, and cried out when his outstretched hand collided with the side of the wrestling ring. He pulled his hand away, shaking the pain out of it, when a sound caught his ear—a faint sniff. Frowning, he headed toward the noise, and finally spotted the dim form of Sniper hunched over the pool table. He was quiet.

Demo crept closer, placing a hand on Sniper's back. He was trembling.

"Now, lad," Demo said, his voice soft. "C'mon, now."

Sniper's breathing hitched, and Demo wrapped his arm around him. To his surprise, Sniper did not pull away, but leaned into him as his shoulders shook.

As Demo held him, old memories arose—memories of standing at a funeral for two parents, throat torn by the apology he'd never be able to voice. Then came the memory of another funeral, for another parent—one as equally displeased with him as his living mother.

What were any of them saying on the other side? Did they accept his unspoken apology? Were they voicing the pride for him that they'd never expressed in life?

He cast a glance at Sniper, who was fighting a losing battle with tears against his side, and decided it was better not to know.

As Sniper's trembling began to calm, Demo rubbed his back. "For what it's worth," he said, "I'm proud of ye. And I won't wait 'til we're at no pearly gates to tell ye."

Sniper let out a snort, and Demo imagined a shaky smile crossing his face. "Thanks, mate."

"Anytime, lad."

[shuttershocky]

How do you like Deadlock? It kind of didn't grab me, despite being an avid liker of mobas

I didn't have a good impression for the first few games, and then I played a little more and I fucking love it.

It's so nice to have a real MOBA - Shooter hybrid and not that overdone hero shooter format which plays like Team Fortress 2 with ultimates. Nobody's done a real hybrid since Super Monday Night Combat, and Deadlock's been a more than worthy successor that also happens to have boomer shooter mobility built in (you can airdash, dashjump, bunny hop, walljump, the works) which really helps establish Deadlock's identity and sets it apart from the rest of its MOBA brethren.

(Not my clip this was taken from the Deadlock discord's movement guide)

You could never move like this in Dota.

[katy-133]

TF2 Blender Guide: Scout's Dog Tags Soft Body Mesh

This is a surface deformer mesh for Scout's dog tags. It can be used to add Soft Body physics to the dog tags, allowing the necklace to rest naturally on Scout using gravity, instead of trying to animate the necklace with its bones. Here are two .blend files. One contains just the mesh and Empty (the file named scout dog tags mesh.blend).

The other is a scene with Scout that shows the mesh set up to relax onto Scout's body (using my shots from The Terrific 2Fort Heist collab, linked below), in case you wish to reverse-engineer the simulation I used.

[These .blend files are not available to download through Tumblr, but you can recreate the softbody mesh by following the same necklace soft body mesh video tutorial I followed:]

How to Use:

Credit to Katy133 for the mesh is not needed, but if you use it, please feel free to show how you used it down below.

On how to use it, if you get stuck, please consult the tutorial (timestamp: 6:07) I used to make this mesh: ANIMATION using SOFT BODY Simulations!!! | Blender 3D Tutorial

Firstly, make sure Scout in placed at the World Origin and that he is in his default pose.

Select Empty_hook_dogtags and in the Constraints properties tab, add a Child Of. Set the Target to Scout's rig (Example: Rigify-Scout-IK), and the Bone to the control closest to the back of Scout's neck (bip_spine_3_fk.001). If the mesh moves, press the Set Inverse button.

Select the model for Scout's necklace. In the Modifiers properties tab, add a Surface Deform. For Target, set dogtags_softbody_mesh and press the Bind button. If you get an error message, try a different spot on the timeline, or editing the vertex of the surface deformer mesh (to make sure the necklace model is inside mesh) and try pressing Bind again. Make sure the Surface Deform modifier is placed below the Armature modifier (click and drag the panels to move them). Do the same for the model for Scout's dog tags.

You should now be able to create a Soft Body sim with Scout's necklace.

I used this mesh in the following video:

[conductor-on-grn]

now i think about it, have i introduced you all to my guns? hang on....

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[been thinking about this myself! here's what i have so far in the weapons department:]

PRIMARY - Since Ray is a recon class, he doesn't get a weapon here. Instead this is his radio network, where he communicates with other teammates.

SECONDARY - This is an assault rifle that Ray has dubbed "Captain Beatty". He doesn't use it often, usually if he has to go down on the main battlefield for whatever reason.

MELEE - Again, Ray usually doesn't get close enough to the enemy to need a melee weapon. The answer? Use a gun. (He just attaches a bayonet to Beatty and calls it a day.)

EXTRA - Unfortunately, Ray has a helicopter. That he brings around to matches. Usually he's too far up in the air to deafen you or get hit by rocket jumping soldiers, but near enough to give you a bird's-eye perspective on the battle.

Also he has a machine gun attached to said helicopter that he doesn't use. Its name is Big Brother. Don't ask. (Big Brother would have been removed from Ray's 'copter by now had he not become sentimentally attatched to it. Sigh.)

[anyways that's all from me]

[5eraphim]

on my knees desperate for heavy smut i beg i beg i need to be manhandled by him

Ok, for this one I wanted to try something a little different, so this one isn’t exactly canon compliant. Hear me out though- So Imagine a scenario where instead of Heavy’s mother and sisters isolated in a cabin in the wilderness, what if they were sent to safer land, something like a communal living safehaven and Heavy is the one stuck fending for himself in the Russian wilderness. Also, this wound up far less "aggressive" than you might have wanted, he's not nearly as brutal as he could be- so I apologize for dropping the ball there-

Summary: Reader is a traveler seeking shelter after getting lost in a storm, and as night swiftly approaches is almost certain she won’t live to make it through the night. Risking it all, she strays from the path home after seeing another's home in the distance, praying whoever lived there would provide shelter for the night. Her prayers are answered when she's seen and brought in from the cold, but now in the abode of this new guardian angel. And the fear of death becomes the fear of something much less certain.

Character: Heavy 🐻 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

Word Count:

Master List

Tip Jar

(Song Insp)

"Is this where I die?"

The one thought you tried so hard to keep in the back of your mind now pestered you more than ever. You had no idea how long you'd been wandering alone or when exactly you strayed from your predetermined path, but you knew you were unquestionably lost. Not strayed, you made sure to stay on the trail, but at some point, you got turned around and were completely thrown off your bearings. It wasn't yet nightfall, but the shadows brought by twilight were already stretching into nightmarish figures shifting and following you out of the corners of your eye. By now, you felt as though there was nothing left to protect you from certain death but the dwindling light of your lantern. A pitifully weak beacon of light, you held as tightly as you could in your numb, trembling hand.

Earlier that morning, when you set out on your trading expedition, you knew it was dangerous to travel through unknown territory alone, even more so with the rumors of an oncoming storm were true. If only you listened while you had the chance. Your father, who earlier that week came down with a terrible fever which showed no signs of letting up any time soon. While your family wasn't one of high birth or wealth, his job was vital all the same, and if he wasn't there to transport his goods to the trading post by the end of the day, his reputation as a merchant would be tarnished forever. As the eldest in your family, you knew risking going out at a time like this could kill or otherwise send your father out of commission, so you volunteered to transport the goods yourself. 

It was a choice between his weakened condition and your lack of experience, a tough gamble, but eventually, you were granted permission to strike out on your own and deliver the goods. The mission was successful, but the route back began the real challenge.

The snow fell much heavier and sooner than anticipated, blocking out crucial sunshine and diminishing visibility with a stinging swill. The path you thought you knew scrambled beyond recognition. You move as fast as possible while trying to conserve as much energy as possible. Still, once the panic set in, you could not focus, navigate or think rationally. Things were going from bad to worse with no clear end in sight.

"Why am I still moving? It's only a matter of time."

Time felt as though it were standing. Still, you were sure by now your mind had long since begun to give way to delirium, and there was no hope of living through the night. Without the sun's light to guide you had a bad feeling you were now walking in circles, waiting for exposure to take over. Or perhaps a wild animal attack, whatever it might be, it was all the same for you in the end. The air felt so thin and bitter against the sliver of your face, which peaked out from under your hat and over your scarf. It was almost impossible to breathe, much less to continue walking. Finally, with a final pathetic stagger, you found yourself on your hands and knees, mustering up the last of your strength to keep the lantern upright. For a moment, you just sat there numb and stunned. You'd have broken down in tears if only you still had the strength to cry. But looking up a little, you swore you could see something in the distance. A structure almost totally hidden by the dense trees surrounding you, but you could've sworn you saw smoke rising from a chimney top in the distance. You needed to move, if you didn't get up, you would die, but you were so tired and overwhelmed by agony that you could only hobble a short distance before losing your balance again.

The wind whistled deafeningly overhead. You tried to scream for help but knew no one was close enough to hear. In a matter of hours, you would lose consciousness. In a matter of days, your body would be picked apart by the wild animals of the forest. These were your final moments alive. Mentally you called out for your family, called out to God, with dying breaths begging for someone to save you.

In your last moments of coherency, you could've sworn you saw a figure drawing nearer in the snow, one unmistakable silhouette strikingly clear among the swill and heavy snowflakes which clouded your vision. Before you blacked out, you hardly had time to wonder what was encroaching. In your final moments, you tried to absorb any warmth from the lantern, curling your body around the light in the fetal position, feeling as helpless and scared as an infant, alone in the wilderness.

"Am I dead?"

The world around you was all black, and you were vaguely aware you were still curled up in the fetal position, though you couldn't hear the wind blowing around you as you remembered. No, it wasn't that you couldn't hear the wind blowing, but it sounded so much further away now. You could feel your body shivering involuntarily, your mind too hazy to comprehend much of anything. It was too hard to move, but you managed to control your shivers just enough to consciously begin breathing a bit steadier than before. Taking weak, quivering breaths through your nose while you felt your still-freezing body shiver weakly. Your senses were all numb, but you were subconsciously aware of something so soothingly warm beside you. A tremendous thing you found yourself trying to nestle closer to. Something warm and soft, so comforting and soothing, if you were dead, you must be in heaven now. Never before had you felt such calming warmth or such delicate touch. It took you a moment to realize you were curled next to another human body. You were vaguely aware the other body was breathing, and the sound of another heart beating so close hypnotized you back to slumber like a lullaby.

With a gentle hum, you shifted a little in your sleep, slowly moving your wrists and ankles with circular movements and stretching out your limbs after being tense and rigid for so long. Little by little, you felt your senses returning to you, the dull throbbing of your head, the smell of another person's body so close. The uncomfortable dryness of your mouth and congestion in your nose and throat from so much time spent out in the cold.

Despite your body's pain in protest, you tried to force yourself to sit up a little, only to realize you were held firmly in place by… something? You weren't quite sure where you were or what was happening, but the confusion did nothing to help the dull pain of your headache. Focusing hard, you did your best to open your eyes and understand where you were. Not to say you were in too much pain or anything. You just felt disoriented above all.

With a sickening realization, it fully hit you. The soothing presence you found continuing to lull you back to sleep was the beating of a heart and the slow rise and fall of a chest, your cheek resting against the naked flesh of a man's chest. With a start, you jolted a little, instantly scared of the current situation, only to feel your body firmly in place, two strong arms wrapping around you effortlessly, keeping you as close as possible to their owner.

You tried to say something to protest, but given how dry your mouth was, you could manage nothing more than a weak noise of protest. Struggling, you looked up and were met with the relaxed face of the most massive man you'd ever seen. His eyes were closed, but his strong features and heavy arms caused you to freeze up instantly. Looking around, you realized you weren't home in your own warm bed as you thought, but in the bed of a stranger, or rather, in bed with a stranger.

A fire burned in the corner, a silver kettle and tall pot on an antique stove, bearskins piled on the floors, and the curtains were drawn over the windows, but you could feel your skin crawling hearing the whistling winds blow outside. You could smell the spice of tea and something bubbling in a pot over the oven. All things considered, the scene around you was pretty cozy and charming, but given the circumstances, you were far from at ease.

 The fear of the situation caused fresh goosebumps of fear to prickle along the length of your skin as you couldn't help but try to push yourself away again. Of course, your body was unbearably sore from all you'd endured, but still, you were too scared to stay still, though the feeling of one of the plump arms tightening around your body caused you to squeak in fear before forcing yourself to remain still.

"Stay still. Your body it's warming up. Stay longer."

You didn't say anything but nodded. His eyes were half-lid as he stared at you.s feeling somewhat suffocated in your current position. It was too intimidating to look the stranger directly in his eyes, so you kept your gaze fixed squarely on your hands as you rubbed them together, as though to buffer away the memories of the awful stinging you felt moments ago when the coldness overreached the wool of your mittens, leaving you frozen to the bone.

You wanted to speak and say something, but this was all so overwhelming, and you were too scared to say the wrong thing. Doing anything which might incur the wrath of your "savior" and once again returning to the awful cold and darkness outside. 

"Tea is warming. Will you drink?"

It wasn't wise to say yes, but better to accept any offerings he had rather than have him force you to oblige. You nodded but couldn't help but ask,

"Who?"

Was the best you could manage to ask. Hearing your voice made you realize how hoarse and weak you sounded. He looked down, somewhat surprised to hear your voice.

"I am called Heavy."

"How did you…."

You trailed off, but the question was understood. It was dangerous to ask your "benefactor" how you got here or say anything to provoke ire and risk being cast out again, but thankfully he merely nodded.

"I saw your lantern light. You fell. I took you here. You've slept hours."

It terrified you to think about what would have happened if you'd lost your lantern earlier or if it burnt out before you could be saved. It was a miracle you were alive. The thought of every terrible thing that could've happened to you caused tears to brim as your mind was filled with visions of your cold, lifeless body torn apart by wild animals or your blue-frostbitten body being blown about endlessly in the snow. So many miserable ways to go, and you were alive now, but why were you still so scared?

"Don't cry- you are safe now. Heavy will protect you."

You didn't do anything to stop the older man when his massive hand found your chin, tilting your head up so he could entirely focus on your lips. Nor did you so much as flinch at the feeling of his face making contact with your own. He was shy, a bit stiff, but warm. Despite his initial silence, you could hear him humming softly against your mouth, and from your place resting on his chest, feel his breath in his lungs as he nuzzled his face closer to yours. 

"Still too cold. Skin to skin will warm you up faster."

Nodding feebly, you realized with discomfort that you had been stripped of your clothes from earlier that day. You weren't too broken up about this. However, the idea of putting on those soaking wet, frozen clothes back on made your stomach churn. You tried to keep your fear under wraps as you felt the stranger running his hands over your bareback. 

"It's ok, just relax, let me warm you, little one."

Swallowing your nerves, you felt his hand on your bareback under the blanket, his fingers smoothing against your soft skin, gently ushering your naked body to lay against his. You must've fallen asleep on his chest, your sleeping body wanting to crawl as close as you could to the hypnotic warmth of his body. With a few deep breaths, you allowed your arms to slither away and felt the admittedly pleasurable sensation of skin-to-skin contact. He had the body of a beast yet moved gently against you, but you knew the moment you tested him or tried to resist, he would show you his real might. You lay bare-chest-to-bare-chest against Heavy, resting your head against his chest. 

"I can move to the side if I'm too heavy for you- I wouldn't mind, really, I'm not that cold anymore-"

He laughed heartily at your protest, running his hand up your thigh to rest comfortably on your ass, giving the flesh a gentle squeeze in mock assurance.

"You are nothing! The weight is good. Too long now, I've been alone. Prayed for companionship, and now you are here. You will not be leaving again."

He spoke with such a light-hearted voice, but his words still chilled you, and you didn't like his implication. Kissing the top of your head, he hummed lowly as you felt the reverberations deep in his chest. You didn't know the melody but were sure you'd heard the song somewhere.

"Kiss again?"

You could've sworn you could feel the slight increase in his heartbeat, as though simply holding you in his arms and a shy peck on the lips was enough to excite him. His hand left your back to find your jaw again, though he took a moment to stroke the side of your face, feeling the pulpy skin of your cheek under his calloused fingertips.

"I've been alone for so long- too long. I pray to God to send company, and tonight, I bring home an angel."

He kissed the top of your head sweetly, and your breath hitched as you felt him sitting up in bed, effortlessly pulling you to sit on his lap. Both his hands resting on your waist, looking down lovingly at your flushed skin and bare tits, you could feel he grew aroused quickly and would only remain so gentle for so long. He pushed you up a little to meet his lips with your own, shyly suckling at your bottom lip, wanting to pull you closer and closer. You used his broad shoulders to keep yourself balanced, hesitantly returning the kiss, having no idea what the man had planned for you next.

"H-heavy, will you please tell me where I am?"

"We are home."

He was about to press his lips to yours again, but you pulled away, just a little, but enough for him to hesitate, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. While Heavy was irritated by the delay, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for you. He wanted to hold you close, kiss you, and show you how safe you were under his roof, but he understood why you were too shaken to give in. He wanted to help you relax. Clearly, you were timid, not ready for such close intimacy in bed.

"Tea is still hot, I'll get it for you."

Nodding in response, Heavy allowed you to slide away, giving him space to get out of the bed to the kitchen, leaving you in a nest of blankets, noticing the absence of his body heat immediately. You couldn't help but watch with slight paranoia as you stared at him intensely while he fixed the drinks. 

"No sugar rations left. Can you drink it black?"

"Black is good."

When he returned to the bed, he held two mugs of steaming tea in one hand, holding something in the other you couldn't quite make out. You sat on the edge of the bed to take one of the cups in your hands as he set the other on the bedside table. In his other hand, he revealed an old-looking little glass bottle labeled in a worn print you couldn't quite make out. 

"Medicine for your head. You'll need it."

Hesitantly you accepted as he handed you the bottle. It looked legitimate and, from an outside perspective, looked exactly how you'd expect cold medicine to look. You knew the bottle being unsealed was a major red flag, but other than that, it appeared precisely how cold medicine should be. He watched you, clearly not going anywhere until you took your medicine.

"Just a few sips. It's strong."

Your mouth felt dry, and the longer you looked at the little bottle, the more confident you were something was wrong. Still, despite your better judgment, you raised the bottle to your lips, letting the thick elixir pour into your mouth as you forced yourself to swallow quickly before the taste made you hesitate. After successfully doing a decent amount, you only realized the taste was much sweeter than expected. But artificially so, in a way that made your teeth hurt. Satisfied, Heavy took the bottle back, patting your head with his chubby palm.

"There is hot water for a bath. I'll draw one now."

You lay back, sipping a bit at the bitter tea to help wash the sickeningly sweet taste of the medicine out of your mouth. You let your eyes drift shut, feeling the drug begin to kick in. The pain in your head easing away into a lighter, becoming more bearable, and if not for Heavy returning to your side to let you know the bath was drawn, you could've quickly fallen asleep right there.

Guiding you by the hand, you walked with a slight unsteadiness, swaying, needing to support yourself against Heavy even at such a slow pace, especially up the stairs. Eventually, he led you through the open door into the bathroom, where he shut the door behind him. Instantly putting you back on edge, not exactly understanding why he decided to step into the bathroom with you, the feeling intensifying when he pulled off his shirt.

"I think I can take it from here. Thank you for this, but I-"

"No. I will stay."

You flushed slightly at his resolution and how unbothered he appeared now, standing topless before you.

"Oh! I'm, I'm so sorry, it's just… I'm not sure how I feel about, uh, this? I can wash by myself. No need for you to worry about me!"

You had a bad feeling about this, and you could already tell by how intently Heavy looked down at you there was no way you could talk your way out of this. You reasoned with yourself that it'd be safer to appease him this way than trying to refuse the bath and invoke his wrath. Your discomfort was hardly softened with this rationalizing. For some reason, though, you had trouble imagining Heavy hurting you. He was intimidating; anyone could see that, but the way he touched you so gently.

It was hard to undress in front of him, but he had an undeniable charming innocence. Something about how he wasn't awkward or flustered helping you out of his clothes, like he didn't look at you with lust but with a pure desire to help. 

The bath felt instantly soothing, and you were thankful for Heavy's hold on you as he gently lowered your body into the hot water. You were so sore from what happened the night before that you couldn't help but sigh, sinking into the tub. The hot water felt so comforting, easily more soothing than anything you'd felt before. However, it was hard to fully let go of your modesty, and you couldn't help but curl into a ball, trying to hide as much of your body as you could.

It took quite a while before you truly relaxed and let the larger man soothe your body. You were simply too tired to feel insecure anymore. The longer Heavy stayed by your side, leaning over the side of the tub, warming his hands with the bathwater, rubbing little patterns into your skin. Eventually you uncurled yourself from the fetus position, leaning back and resting your head against the outer lip of the tub. The water felt so much better once you allowed the tension to leave your body. 

As unsettling as the situation might've been, you couldn't help but feel so protected under the stranger's care. He was bigger than anyone you'd known before but only touched you gently, the caresses loving and tender but with an element of restraint, as though he feared you would shatter under his touch if he weren't careful. 

Once again, you felt yourself drifting off, knowing Heavy wouldn't let you drown. Sure enough, when he noticed the way you were falling back asleep, he spoke softly to you.

"Back to bed with you."

You were helped out of the tub, your legs unable to support your weight. You allowed Heavy to support your entire weight as he pulled you up, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of your body so hot and sensitive against his bare skin. He wrapped a towel around your body, carrying you back to bed. Your body limp and sore, your mind drifting through a haze. You felt Heavy tuck you into bed, pulling the damp towel from your body before pulling the covers over your body, kissing your forehead before pulling away to get into bed himself. Heavy undid his pants, stepping out, he left them in a heap on the floor before crawling up beside you, shuddering slightly at the feeling of your bare skin up against his, especially when you mindlessly curled closer to his body.

For what felt like hours, you could feel your body drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fall asleep in the foreign place. Not to say you were uncomfortable, just restless given such a radical change. In a dreamlike state, you could feel the warmth of another body beside you, a body almost hypnotically warm. You felt as though you couldn't help but want to draw closer. The stranger's body was massive, and the bare flesh felt comforting. You rolled onto your side, sliding one leg around his as you curled closer, wrapping your arms around his forearm. His was so large you felt like you could spoon it. You nuzzled against him, running the side of your face up and down with complete bliss. Burrowing your face into the side of his body, unaware of how intently he watched above. He dared not try to move the arm you were clinging onto to push you closer for fear of waking you up. But the moment he felt your lower body grinding against his, he knew he couldn't remain still any longer.

He tried to be strong. He really did. But after being in isolation for so long, even the tiniest provocation from you turned him on. He grit his teeth, breathing through his nose, and he could not stop the growing arousal between his legs. It was so wrong, you weren't aware of what you were doing, and to take advantage of you now would mare his conscience forever, but you made him feel so weak and so virile at the same time. He knew he wasn't strong enough to endure the temptation, mentally praying for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

He pulled your body from laying on its side to an upright position without breaking the contact between your hips and his thigh, supporting the weight of your body with no trouble at all. Just the feeling of your hips sliding from the side to the top of his leg sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. While you might not have been entirely of sound mind, you were awake enough to keep your head from falling back. Unfortunately, moving you like this caused you to awaken a bit more as your bleary eyes fluttered open. You momentarily looked aware of being upright and, with your dizziness, were almost sure you would fall.

"Be calm. I have you, don't fear."

You felt ashamed realizing what you'd done, but Heavy looked at you with such love. You felt unable to stop grinding. You simply weren't awake enough to understand the situation, likely thinking all this was some erotic dream brought about by the cold medicine and delirium. Heavy was lying down, his upper body propped up a little by the pillows, he couldn't exactly watch your lower body grinding on him, but the sight of your face, in a haze of pleasure, was all he needed. He'd fantasized about something like this before, not even he had the willpower to ignore his carnal desires altogether, but now that he had the real idea before him, the pleasure felt more incredible than ever before. Yet still, he needed more.

You slouched forward a little bit, your hands pushing against his gut to support yourself and roll your hips a little harder than before. All the while, you giggled to yourself, mindlessly pawing against the softness of his gut, giddy and delighted, feeling your fingers sink a little into the thick layer of fat. His chest wasn't too hairy, much smoother than you expected, and his thick skin felt so comforting.

By now, Heavy was sure he was at his limit. He could feel a wetness where you were grinding but watching you mindlessly feeling him up really sent him over the edge. He groaned in frustration as he rolled his hips upward, knowing you were too far away to provide any friction. But still, he didn't want to interrupt your hands against him. But by now, his erection was almost painfully swollen, and he needed release. He, ever so gently, so as not to startle you, took hold of one of your hands, curling it into a fist as he brought it down lower. 

You didn't try to stop him. Hell, you were hardly aware of anything, so you didn't tense up or retract your arm when you felt Heavy bringing your hand down to rest over the straining fabric of his boxers. He let out a low moan when he felt your fingers curiously groping at the material, not entirely aware of your actions, not an issue as Heavy took the initiative for you. 

Taking your hand on his own, he guided your hand to wrap around his shaft, not yet moving but wrapping his hand tighter around yours, his hand covering yours entirely. Even without moving, Heavy could feel a bit of precum leaking from his tip as he edged painfully close to his release. And with a deep breath, Heavy used his other hand to pull his boxers down. He couldn't help but sigh in relief, finally freeing the sensitive skin from the uncomfortable confines of fabric. Not waiting another moment, he used your hand in his to begin pumping away, using the precum as a lubricant, helping your hand move up and down with no resistance. You lazily ground away against his thigh, squeezing tighter. Despite not being all there, the feeling of the big guy under you moaning in pleasure turned you on. 

Heavy knew using you like this was dangerous, it was wrong, and desperate, but all morality was forgotten as he felt more and more desperate the closer he came to his climax. By now, he was bucking his hips against your touch, tightening his hold on your hand to the point of pain. But the pain in your body failed to reach your mind as all you could think about was how good it felt to lay down beside this comforting stranger, feeling so warm and held beside him, everything melting away as you felt him moving your hand. You couldn't move your fingers much in his firm hold, but you knew how hard it was to fully wrap around his shaft, given the size of the thing. Heavy wanted to make the moment last, to make this first risque encounter with you feel genuinely intimate, but he didn't last much longer. The touch of your smaller hand trapped in place as he used you to pleasure himself while you numbly chased your own pleasure. Heavy at last came, his head falling back as he panted and moaned, feeling the strongest orgasm he'd ever known rush over him.

In truth, you weren't sure if you came or not. The delirium of hunger and the sleep-like brain fog made the events that transpired feel like an out-of-body experience. As though you weren't truly in your own body, but were not taken by sleep either, drifting around between the two as you felt another in control. You still get a tingling pleasure lingering between your legs, perhaps an afterglow, but you allowed the pleasure to take over as your body slackened in Heavy's hold. 

He pulled you back under the blankets, carefully supporting your neck and back with his enormous hands as he settled you in a comfortable position o top of his body. Your head on his chest, listening to the slow hammering of his heart, almost inaudible given the immense fat and muscle surrounding it. Something about the position felt so right. Like the two of you were one in this bed, soothing one another with a warm body to help the other drift off into sleep. Smiling softly, you kissed the bare flesh where your head lay, feeling drowsier and drowsier by the second. You had no idea Heavy wasn't as loopy as you were and could feel everything, even the feather-light kiss and the way you were so relaxed and at peace. Heavy began to hum gently, the reverberations profoundly soothing, the last thing you heard before you allowed sleep to claim you.

Heavy felt a bit of pride in this. He knew nothing about you before today, but something about seeing you so frail and vulnerable in the harsh wilderness, a dying light moments away from being snuffed out. Or how even in the warmth of his abode, you trembled, the cold still shilling you to the bone. Your poor body is so fragile compared to Heavy, and it hurts him to see something so small in pain. But now you are out of the cold for good. He was the one to give you warmth, pleasure, and peace; merely knowing this gave him great pride.

Heavy was always so protective of the ones he loved, and he knew he couldn't ever let you go now. Not after the world had mistreated you so cruelly. He watched your breathing begin to slow as you settled into a deep rest, and while he wished you were awake and holding him back consciously, he knew this was for the best. Furthermore, Heavy had been up for hours taking care of you and ought to put himself to bed, but he wanted to hold on a little longer. But he was fading fast. Being on his own for so long had made him lonelier than he realized. 

He stopped humming, gently murmuring to your unconscious body.

"I thought I'd seen the last of my family. Thought I'd be all alone. But you give me a second chance. To start over a new life, a new family. To share with you."

Heavy had no idea what the next day would bring, but he allowed himself to hope for the first time in what felt like forever. To honestly believe a better future was coming, and he held the key to his fate right here in his own hands. 

[dorenarox]

Guys I need a guide on how Steam trading (specifically for Team Fortress 2 items, if that makes a difference) works. I need several specific situations like :

How does it work without two factor auth?

How does it work when someone does a gift trade with someone without two factor auth?

How does it work when someone without two factor auth does a gift trade with someone who has it?

How does it work if someone without two factor auth trades to someone else without two factor auth?

Is it different the older the account and/or the longer you are befriended?

Any additional information also welcome.

I don't have two factor auth.