#[vic’s] ❤️ heavy

[ask-the-red-fem-mercs]

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Notes:

these are my own original characters, not just genderbent versions of the male mercs. Also, a lot of these characters are based off of or inspired by the art of Makani, one of the TF2 comics illustrators.

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I haven’t finished the character bios yet. So if you want, you can suggest things (names, relatives, fav songs) and I’ll credit you in the character bio.

I am an amateur character designer and trying to draw more older people, but I am struggling. I’m also bad at deciding ages for characters. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.

I do not have a PC, so I can't play TF2, meaning some info may be inaccurate. Feel free to let me know if I mess up game info!

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NO NSFW or you will be BANNED. This includes suggestive asks (shipping or asking the characters to kiss doesn’t count as NSFW)

No weird/illegal shit.

I already have a sort of story set up for them, so their relationships are already pretty clear (kinda) in my mind, so while I do appreciate shipping asks please keep in mind it might not always be what you wanted.

My main is @ilovegayvampires

My side acc for them is @vics-fem-fortress

Find more info about them on my Unvale

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Mod response is colored green. Characters listed under the cut.

Scout ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ scout

Soldier ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ soldier

Pyro ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ pyro

Demo ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ demo

Engineer ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ engineer

Heavy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ heavy

Medic ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ medic

Sniper ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ sniper

Spy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ spy

[vics-fem-fortress]

Intro Post

Hello! This is an ask blog for my fem fortress OCs.

Yeah, no. This project got out of hand before it even went public. If you want, you CAN still ask questions/give suggestions about characters! Just know I'll be responding to it, not my OCs, and that this is now nothing more than a place to showcase my characters. I have a new ask blog for only the RED team, and I might add the other characters if I find friends who are into TF2 (because I only trust people I know IRL to run a blog with me, at least at this point.)

follow the ACTUAL ask blog @ask-the-red-fem-mercs

My main is @ilovegayvampires

Find more info about them on my Unvale

Characters listed under the cut (there are a lot lol).

— R.E.D. —

Scout ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ scout

Soldier ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ soldier

Pyro ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ pyro

Demo ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ demo

Engineer ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ engineer

Heavy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ heavy

Medic ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ medic

Sniper ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ sniper

Spy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] ❤️ spy

— B.L.U. —

Scout ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 scout

Soldier ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 soldier

Pyro ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 pyro

Demo ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 demo

Engineer ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 engineer

Heavy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 heavy

Medic ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 medic

Sniper ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 sniper

Spy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💙 spy

— Backups —

Scout (1) ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💜 scout [1]

Scout (2) ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💜 scout [2]

Demo ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💜 demo

Heavy ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💜 heavy

Sniper ~ Unvale ~ Tag: #[vic’s] 💜 sniper

-Additional tags (tumblr only lets me have so many)

#Sniperspy yuri

#vic’s fem fortress

#vic’s art

#demospy Yuri

#engiedemo Yuri

[melis-writes]

one of vic’s ribs gets cracked during her pregnancy so michael dotes on her 🥺🥺

Omg all the Michael and Victoria fluff, love, and Michael taking care of her while she recovers. 🥺😭 I love this!! Michael being so tender, soft and gentle with his wife. 😌❤️

“I’m eager to meet them,” Michael murmured, gently rubbing over your almost nine-month old baby bump. “It won’t be long now.”

Blushing, you smiled down at your baby bump and placed your hands over top of Michael’s. “We’ll get to see this little one in just a week from now. Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”

“Mm,” Michael’s eyes met yours. “I have a feeling it’s another boy.”

“Verona wants a baby sister so badly,” you chuckled quietly. “I can’t blame her.”

“Neither can I,” Michael kissed your cheek softly, lacing both of his hands with yours. “I’m no different. If it’s a girl, what would you like to name her?”

“I have so many name ideas for a baby girl, but…” You exhaled softly, resting your head against Michael’s shoulder. “I love the name ‘Maria’ so much. It’s stuck with me.”

“Maria,” Michael repeated, nodding. “A beautiful name. I agree.”

“And if it’s a boy, we’ve decided on James, haven’t we?” You smiled up at your husband shyly.

“That’s right, darling,” Michael murmured against your cheek before giving it another kiss. “A week from now and we’ll find out. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

On your fourth planned pregnancy, you and Michael both didn’t anticipated it would be filled with heavy nausea, consistent morning sickness and dizziness based on your pregnancy experience with Vincent a year and a half ago.

While the full term of your pregnancy went well with Vincent and with less fatigue and sickness that you felt pregnant with the twins, giving birth was almost twice as much more painful due to the knife injury in your side Kay caused.

Fully recovered from that with barely a mark to remember it by now almost two years later, you certainly didn’t expect to cut your work and regular duties and hobbies short with your fourth pregnancy now.

Michael has always been cautious, extra protective and caring towards you from the first day of all of your pregnancies all the way up until you’ve recovered from the aftermath of birth, but the two of you never limited your daily activities or intimacy until the six-month mark.

This time around with your fourth pregnancy, you took a break from work and spent most of your day resting and with the children due to the restless and nausea four months in.

Reassured it’s no health complications with you nor the baby by Doctor Katherine and Mama Corleone, the same couldn’t be said for Michael.

Michael wanted you checked up on by the doctor and a specialist in childbirth and pregnancy several times a week. Any pains, discomfort or concerns would be resolved with instantly, even if it was in the middle of the night.

When your pregnancy cravings settled in wanting apple slices smothered in peanut butter or fried pickles, Michael made sure you never waited long just as he made sure you took on no burden of a task or strained yourself in any way.

Grateful and appreciative for your husband’s relentless support and gentle care, you knew unfortunately neither Sandra nor Theresa had the same type of care when they were pregnant from Sonny or Tom.

The timing and your contractions lined up well throughout your last pregnancies spent in the hospital, but your water had broke and time was not on your side when it was time to give birth to your baby.

“AH!” You shrieked out in pain and clutched onto your baby bump as Doctor Katherine and the two nurses Michael hired for your aid surrounded you—quick to carefully lay you down against spare pillows and cushions.

Michael rushed into the living room, panicked and alarmed by the sight of you being consoled at home rather than being immediately brought to the hospital.

“Victoria?! What’s going on here?” Michael narrowed his eyes, storming in. “She’s giving birth—why isn’t she being taken to—”

“There’s no time, Mr. Corleone!” Doctor Katherine frowned, snatching a pair of towels one of the nurses handed her. “The baby is coming, it’s far too late.”

“M-Michael!” You cried and reached your hand out to your husband for support.

Michael had been all but too used to waiting in hospital lobbies for hours as you were in labour; sitting, wondering in anxiety and curiosity, worrying about you and taking the doctor’s words with a grain of salt.

If Michael couldn’t be there with you at your hour of need, especially when you were giving birth to his child, pained and stressed for hours, nothing else would satisfy him. Mere observations weren’t enough for him, but having you give birth at home and in front of Michael was something else altogether.

By your side and accompanied by Mama Corleone, Connie, Sandra and Theresa for all the support and care you could need, Michael held your hand and was with you from the first set of contractions onward.

“It’s alright, darling. Breathe, just breathe,” Michael would whisper in your ear, wiping away your tears and the sweat forming on your forehead. “You can do this, baby. I’m here. I’m with you.”

Although the bleeding was controlled well and the nurses administered some painkillers under Doctor Katherine’s discretion, a home birth was truly not much different from that at the hospital.

Going through agonizing contractions again and again, the pain of pushing your body to the limit as your baby is ready to be born was and is the same anywhere.

The sheer difference lies in the fact that Michael was there to witness you give birth and keep you comfortable and calm like nobody else could.

With each wave of contractions or doctor’s commands, Michael understood all the more that his role as your husband and by your side during birth could only be for love and support no matter how much pain you were going through.

Michael had never witnessed a live birth of any kind before nor did he truly understand the complications and complexities of childbirth but he felt in his core he was witnessing a beautiful, sacred moment; the moment baby James was finally born.

Instead of rejoicing instantly with tears of joy at the birth of your fourth child, all you could do was succumb to the stinging, numbing pain in your ribs the moment James was born.

Michael was the first to realize something was gravely wrong when you screamed out in pain and weakly clutched your side.

One of your ribs had cracked during birth and Doctor Katherine immediately came to tend for it and get you in a comfortable position away from the blood and fluids of birth.

The nurses cut the umbilical cord in front of Michael and wrapped your newborn, crying baby in a towel—wasting no time.

Groaning out in pain and barely able to keep your eyes open, you succumbed to losing consciousness but you did so in your husband’s arms—held and cared for by Michael.

When you awoke, you did so again next to Michael who had waited for you to regain consciousness for two hours—holding your baby son in his arms.

Cleaning up after birth and snuggling up with your baby continuously under care, you felt weakened from your injury and could barely sit up or make any sudden moves which only amplified Michael’s protectiveness over you.

“Oh my God…” You groan softly, writhing against your pillow. “It feels so tender.”

“I know, darling, I know,” Michael gently presses an icepack over your fractured rib, watching for your reactions. “This will ease off some of the pain until the medication begins to take over.”

“How’s the bruising?” You weakly gaze back at Michael. “I can’t even explain to you how sore it feels, baby. Urgh…”

“It’s getting better,” Michael notes, applying a little bit more pressure with the icepack. “You’re recovering, sweetheart, but it’s going to take a lot more time for your rib to heal.”

“Mm…” You nod back at Michael, lacing a hand with his free one. “Rest and lots of rest… Doctor’s orders.”

“Four more weeks,” Michael leans in, planting a soft kiss over your forehead. “I don’t want you to put any sort of stress or strain on your body whatsoever. You’re already recovering from birth.”

“I’m telling you—” You crack a smile, looking up at Michael. “The moment I can move like normal again, I’m gonna run around the entire compound just because I can.”

Michael chuckles quietly, raising your hand up to his lips. “That is your right. I won’t stop you. How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Very sore and tender all over,” you groan softly. “Like the weight of the world is on my side.”

“Here,” Michael carefully adjusts the pillows underneath you for full support, keeping the icepack pressed to your side. “I want you completely comfortable. I’ll be keeping the ice pack here to rest against your side and prevent against swelling.”

“T-thank you, baby.” You breathe out shakily, “all of this back to back has been a ‘surprise’, hasn’t it?”

Michael shakes his head, “the important thing is that you’re relaxed, comfortable and continue to recover. Everything else can wait for all I care.”

You let go of Michael’s hand, lazily caressing the side of his face. “The last thing I want to do is simply be helpless and lay here—”

“You’re not helpless,” Michael kisses your knuckles, rubbing over the back of your hand. “But I am grateful. You gave birth to our fourth child. The amount of stress and strain over your body must be overwhelming. It wasn’t easy for you and I won’t pretend it was. Not now, and certainly not for the past nine months.”

“You’re a good man, Michael.” You whisper back, unable to hold back your smile. “I love you, baby, but I’m the grateful one here. You’re taking all the time out of your day that you can to take care of me.”

“And I will continue to,” Michael insists, “for however long it takes.” Michael kisses over the back of your hand again and again, keeping his eyes on you. “I love you. I want nothing but the best care for you.”

Extra gentle and caring with you, Michael’s refused to sit at the dining table with everyone only to face your empty seat.

Continuing to go on about his day and leave you alone in bed isn’t an option Michael would ever choose to take.

Resting against his back in the warm bath and letting the water gently soothe and wash over the bruise upon your ribcage, you peek back at your husband whose fingers stroke through your hair lathered in shampoo—refusing to do anything else but take care of you.

After all, you are the woman of Michael’s dreams, the love of his life, his best friend, his wife, and the mother to his now four children. Michael knows you deserve the world and nothing less, and he insistent on giving it to you himself.

[alvadee]

i love how like a third of the headlines throughout Vic's career were like "is Buono too much of a nice guy?", "he's heavy but lovable 🥺", "screen meanie is teddy bear ❤️"

like yeah!!! my thoughts exactly!

[minguscunnilingus68]

Info/Directory

Vic ✨ 26 ✨ she/they/Daddy

Bi, TME nonbinary girlthing, white, USA

Finally broke down and made a horny sideblog!

If you know me and stumble across this page no you didn't ❤️

House rules:

21+ & Yes I Card (no ageless blogs pls!)

Don’t get overfamiliar in my asks unless we’re actually familiar and you have my express permission to do so

Not interested in sexting, exchanging sexual asks, or looking for partners—this is just the spank bank, no more no less

Stay cool and remember: boundaries are your friend!

No racism, zionism, gender critical/terf/swerf ideology, or any other shit like that will be tolerated here

Tags & Interests:

sorry daddy I mean daddy I mean— : dom leaning

category 5 princess moment: sub leaning

switchy: I’ll give you one guess

not safe for laughs: funny explicit

bushposting: body hair

gender? I hardly know her: yeah

gif

photo

movies (will also specify/abbreviate title)

❤️: heart warming/sexy positivity/etc

🧛🏻‍♀️: vampire shit (will include blood, biting, bloodplay, being a huge drama queen)

i may be attracted to that old man: well,

kink education: resources, tips, etc

other specifics/triggers/etc as needed

Limits/dislikes:

CG/L regarding ageplay, “mommy,” ABDL, fauxcest, and related play

Watersports, scat, excessive spit

Heavy degradation or humiliation, dehumanization, mind break, weight/body image play, detrans play, intox, somno, hypnosis, petplay

Medical play, needles, piercing/body mod, heavy knifeplay, breathplay

Will be updated as needed

[ashdreams2023]

Hi Ash! I was just wondering, if you have time ofc, maybe if you could write some sort of Vic where the avengers get turned into animals? Whether it’s a trick by Loki or some machine annoy made or whatever is up to you! If not, that’s totally ok! Thanks! Love a lots! (Btw I absolutely adored the baby Loki fic, it mad my heart so happy and warm) ❤️❤️

Animal avengers

"Pepper what’s this?"

"Your teammates"

"You have to be fucking kidding me…"

You stared at the caged animals in front of you.

Seven in total since bucky joined the mission.

You had a pretty good idea who could have done this, especially since he’s nowhere in sight since early morning.

"Ok god, what happened to you" you pet the head of the golden retriever, whom you assume is Steve with those unusual blue eyes.

There was three dogs in total, one golden retriever, one Saint Bernard which you guess is Thor, and the last one is a german shepherd….Tony.

Natasha and Bucky were black cats, clint was a hawk…how fitting.

Bruce was a panda bear? That wasn’t something you expected.

You took the three puppies or more like big grown dogs out and the first thing thor did was jump on you with all his weight licking your face, the scream you let out was painful.

"You’re too heavy!" That’s the issue with big dogs they think their small compared to humans.

Steve was barking at him, as if he’s telling him to get off of you and that actually worked.

Tony was thankfully the calm one, just pushing his nose against your cheek towards the kitchen.

Of course he’s hungry.

To think about it, what were you supposed to feed a big animal like Bruce!?

You immediately texted happy for help and after like an hour of trying to keep everyone calm and locking all the windows so clint wouldn’t fly away, a delivery arrived at the compound.

Happy was a great help making sure animal food for all of them came within such a short period of time.

"Ok guys, dig in" you hoped tony wouldn’t mind using his expensive plates set from China.

Bruce was the only one eating with his big bear hands and he just look so peaceful.

You wished the others would act the same but no here was Natasha hissing at bucky for being too close to her food, and Thor trying to steal from Steve and tony.

Clint was getting blood drops on the clean floors since it was fresh meat.

Goodness you wanted to kill Loki right then and there.

After that very messy and stressful lunch you locked the hallway door and stayed on the couch with Steve and Thor playing around with some toy that was thrown in with the food sent and tony watching from afar, probably afraid to be crushed by accident.

Bruce was now asleep, Natasha and Bucky still didn’t get along but Bucky settled on laying on your lap while she get her distance sitting on the counter.

Clint flew from one side to the other, you were secretly thankful that none of the others turned into a hopeless pre for him to hunt.

It around 5pm when tony started barking loudly at the front door, you held bucky in your arms while standing up.

The door opened and the mischievous scamp behind all this mess stood there with a huge grin on his face.

"Why hello l-"

"Thor on him!" Loki screamed as his brother jumped on him licking his face over and over again.

"Stop that! You filthy thing!"

"That thing is your brother! Turn everyone back before I make Bruce sit on you"

"Fine!"

And that’s how you ended up with bucky’s dead weight on top of you and Clint breaking an arm because he was flying mid air.

Oh and apparently eating so much sugarcanes can give you a terrible stomachache.

"I need the bathroom…"

Loki heard an ear full after everyone was taken care of.

[vicsdeangelis]

Oh bit of a ramble here. But I just really love how we get little glimpses of their relationships with each other. Like the latest gif, I love the way Ethan just casually slides his arm down/behind Damiano and just sort of tucks himself into him. How it's just so simple and normal for them. I don't know, it just shows how they can be half naked rockstars, they can tease and mock each but they can also just be really sweet with each other. I don't know if it make sense but it makes me grateful they have each other?

idk if this is about the whole band (which i also share the sentiment that i'm so happy they all have each other), or if this is about d & e in particular, but i'm gonna talk about those two for a second because i love their friendship so much!

two of my favorite ethan & damiano moments are when they won sanremo and while vic's first instinct was to jump on thomas (i fratellini ❤️), damiano and ethan turned to each other and hugged, like, holding each other through the emotions, (also, i just remembered, how right before they announced the winner damiano looked over at ethan and like, shook him a little bit, maybe like a "we got this"), AND when they won eurovision and damiano was on the floor and ethan extended his hand to help him up but damiano pulled him down and they hugged on the floor, with damiano wrapping one of his legs around him and ethan holding damiano's face. they're fucking adorable

tbh every interaction between them makes me go "AAAAAA I LOVE THEMMMMM". there's just something about damiano and ethan's bond that draws me in so much. and like, sometimes it feels like as the years passed, damiano like, came to trust ethan so much. imo they are really alike, especially when it comes to maturity, and i feel like damiano appreciates that in ethan, especially because we know he used to feel so much pressure, such a heavy weight on him, maybe for being the oldest or being the "leader", and i feel like he learned how to share that, that burden and stuff, and i feel like ethan was a big part of that. you definitely get a glimpse of the difference in their relationship during the this is måneskin doc and the il ballo della vita vlogs vs now, and how much closer they are now. this is just my opinion, of course, but aaaaaaaaaaa i just love them i want to hug them and give them fluffy blankets and tea and forehead kisses sorry excuse me i need a moment 😭

but then again, whenever i think about any of their relationships i feel the exact same feeling of "MY CUTIES" lmao

[tutyayilmazz]

måneskin tag game 🖤

tagged by @definitelynotdamiano i definitely wasn't expecting this, thank you! i'm not exactly an active fandom member and 99% of my followers won't care for this but i will take every opportunity to talk about må sooo

1. When was the first time you saw them?

the thing is, my italian mutuals were watching sanremo and i vaguely remember hearing the song and seeing damiano on fedez's insta but i think it was a very hectic time for me bc why else wouldn't i have truly registered their genius until eurovision?!

but as eurovision was nearing i watch the zitti e buoni video (and also perhaps wiwi jam at home?) and gave every vote i had to them and literally ran down the streets screaming with a friend when they won and here we are now :')

2. Chosen, Il ballo della vita or Teatro d'ira Vol.1?

TEATRO D'IRA VOL. 1 ABSOLUTELY NO COMPETITION. i adore the rock sound they grew into. i love that it's a succinct album of high quality songs with their skills they've honed since the previous album

3. Which song would you erase? (I know it’s Beggin’ but it doesn’t count here)

i don't understand how anyone wouldn't say immortale or are you ready lmao

4. What song would you like them to cover?

I'm most desperate for liar by queen i think. the incredible bass solo (imagine vic doing that!!!), the guitar, ethan starting with the cowbell, the "mama I'm gonna be your slave" lyrics which are begging to be sung by damiano... yep

5. What song hypes you up no matter what?

zitti e buoni entered our lives for this specific reason i think. but also l'altra dimensione always has me on my feet ready to dance

6. Fave performance?

oooh well, sanremo amandoti is impeccable, it goes from crooning to hard and heavy so well 😍 if the question is about concerts, ronquieres festival was so fucking wild, i wouldn't loved to be there

7. This or that:

le parole lontane or torna a casa | coraline or vent'anni | chosen or recovery | iwbys or mammamia | lividi sui gomiti or in nome del padre | l'altra dimensione or vengo dalla luna | lasciami stare or morirò da re | la paura del buio or for your love | are you ready? or sh*t blvd

(yes i cheated and chose neither of iwbys or mammamia to choose both lividi sui gomiti and in nome del padre)

8. No pressure tags:

i don't follow lots and lots of måneskin blogs and those i do have almost all done it except @maneskinbrainrot @teatrodellavita @ventvnni @till-you-scream-and-cry and @morirodare? and i should tage my musical taste buddy @il-ballo-della-vita but if there are others among my followers who listen to måneskin consider yourself tagged ❤️

[ask-the-red-fem-mercs]

Are.. Are women real?

no

[ask-the-red-fem-mercs]

Can I have someone’s hand in marriage? I’m rly good at talking.

[ask-the-red-fem-mercs]

Heavyyyy!!! My girl!! Long time no see since we last met, which was totally a thing that happened!

How’s the family? Oh my goodness, I remember these guns! What were their names again?

-🧿

Sowwy I didn’t draw her buff enough in the last two panels I’m espy 💔