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Scent 🕯️

Tf2 mercs scents

A/n: I was gonna say something about Medic shaving but then I got flash banged by that one picture of him with the hairy chest.

Scout

He took the term “cologne king” and ran with it.

He puts on like 10 sprays of cologne every morning guys it’s bad

Tries to cover his sleep stank with cologne every morning but it’s very much there

He does use deodorant because he’s not THAT stinky (tho spy is the one who forces him to wear it)

“Scout, did you put on your axe this morning?”

“ughhhh I don’t wanna 😒”

Uses 2 in one because he’s lazy asf. He’ll only use the good stuff if it’s from spy.

He doesn’t rlly care for face care, he uses the same bar of soap he uses to wash his ass and it works fine surprisingly

His rooms smells kinda musky but it’s subtle,it mostly comes from his mattress that he’s been using since childhood (which he barely fits on)

Heavy

Have you’ve ever been inside the car of a guy who works out frequently? Yeah

He smells musky asf, he does sweat a lot so it makes sense!

He has a subtle Cinnamon smell to him, no one knows if it’s from something he uses or if it’s natural

If you ever give him a hug god rest your soul cuz all your gonna be huffing in that day is his scent.

Def uses Dr squatch deodorant cuz he’s classy like that. Wont use cologne unless it’s a gift from someone

Spy

You’ll never catch this man being stinky, EVER.

He uses the good shit, Le Male Elixir, showers every night, and every now and then has a Smokey scent to him.

Scout begs and begs for his cologne but he’s a gatekeeping king so he won’t budge.

“SPY PLEASE JUST GIMME THE NAME”

“Absolutely not.”

“CMON-SPY WHAT ARE THE TOP NOTES? WHERE DO YOU NORMALLY SHOP??”

His shampoo has no scent + he doesn’t really care for buying the expensive stuff cuz his hair is always covered anyways.

His skincare is pretty good, uses face wash serum and moisturizer. No anti-aging stuff tho, he personally thinks aging is a privilege.

Pyro

If you can smell these two photos, you’re smelling pyro

Medic

He just smells like a hospital, but when finishing a mission he smells like straight blood.

His hospital smell mostly comes from the latex gloves he has to wear, the blood smell is from surgery’s or brutally killing enemies. (Obv)

Definitely doesn’t mind getting blood on him, so if you complain about the smell to him he’ll shrug it off.

Cologne wise he’d use something minty, he’d only ever use it when going somewhere fancy. Other than that he sees no use for cologne.

He’s quite high maintenance, so he never stinks nor does he necessarily smell good. He just smells like.. medic.

Demoman

You’ve ever took a whiff of milk to check if it’s expired? Yeah.

Sorry but he does not gaf, there’s a puke stain on his shirt from like a week ago + he uses pretty cheap cologne.

Def uses Irish spring cuz I said so, it fits him.

Would have a sleep stink but getting a sleep stink would come from a bed, lord knows he’ll make it to his bed before passing out drunk.

He doesn’t shave, he uses child safe scissors to cut his beard 😭 someone help him.

Engineer

ITS BAD.

but it’s also like, hot?

He had that garage workshop scent, he’s also sweaty cuz of course he is. For god sakes he’s in his 50s and doing garage work he shouldn’t be doing that he should be sitting down and having a fucking glass of water.

No cologne for him, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, that being all the sweat he collects from making shit he probably shouldn’t be making !!

Showers at night cuz that’s when he gets all the sweat off, he takes those piping hot showers that would burn off a normal persons skin off.

Sniper

He hangs around piss jars all day, I’ll let you do the rest.

No sleep, no cologne, just him. He just smells like rain and spoiled milk.

His camper van smell interesting to say the least, it’s not necessarily clean so it just smells like straight coffee, not the good kind.

He’s not that musty! He is quite hygienic.. in a way

He had a skincare routine, and spends half and hour in the shower cuz he ends up dozing off after a while <//3

He does NOT play about that skincare routine btw, if he sees a pimple he’s tracking down what he used to cause it.

Once he does he’ll use it as target practice lol

Soldier

This guy smells like 1000 things at once.

If you took a whiff of him he’d smell like straight dirt at first, but then it somehow transfers to a wet dog kind of smell, with a hint of oil.

*need a cologne of that

If you offer him deodorant/cologne he’ll deny it. He says that the way he smells is how god intended

His helmet smells FOULL, if you take the tiniest sniff you’re gonna pass out.

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Pyro loves to collect stickers. It doesn’t matter what it is they will nab it. They have stickers that were just little promotional things for businesses as well as the little stickers that are on fruits. They put them all over their room and on things they own. They also enjoy gifting stickers to their teammates, the sticker usually reminding them of said teammate and they will smack it on something the person owns.

Sniper has a jar he never uses now because Pyro put a few stickers on it and, despite being wary of the fire bug, finds it flattering that his teammate thinks of him. Pyro has also slapped a few stickers on Sniper’s van, specifically the back door into the camper part, which Sniper feels a tad bad about since he knows they’ll come off when he washes it.

Spy and Medic have both had to ask Pyro to just hand them the stickers so that they don’t have to peel them off of things. Medic keeps all his stickers in a drawer of his desk, and while Spy pretends to despise receiving the stickers it actually makes him a bit giddy inside and he has a small journal that he carefully puts them in.

Scout has a baseball bat covered in them. He used to peel them off but eventually gave up when more replaced them. The stickers relate to any and all sports that exist, a lot of them being logos for different teams for each sport.

Soldier has snapped at Pyro on multiple occasions for putting stickers on his helmet as it breaks the dress code he has set for himself. Pyro listened after a bit and then started putting them on everything else Soldier owned. It is not something he enjoys.

Demo doesn’t care. He is usually too drunk to bother with it and will slur out a thank you occasionally when Pyro puts a sticker on his scrumpy. He has, on some occasions, broken the bottles and saved the glass shards that had the stickers and then puts them in places he eventually forgets about.

Engie finds it sweet and seeing a new sticker on his toolbox always brightens his day. He tries his best to keep the stickers from peeling off, both because they mean a lot to him and because Engie keeping them means a lot to Pyro.

Heavy doesn’t mind the stickers, already used to receiving strange gifts from his sisters when they were growing up. Pyro, thankfully, has never put a single sticker on Sasha but instead covers Heavy’s personal mugs in them. Sometimes he’ll just place a random sticker on Heavy’s vest and pat it with a happy mmph.

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The Quarry HCs!!

Dylan -

Def had glasses, wore contacts during summer camp bcz he didn’t want ppl to poke fun of him.

Sleeps like he’s snug as a bug with a weighted blanket (steals the whole cover if in the same bed).

Silly socks enthusiast, he packed so many silly socks.

Vans / slip-on shoes wearer.

Love language falls between physical touch + words of affirmation.

Ryan -

Would try find secluded areas to just listen to his podcasts in peace (under the lodge, radio hut, forest etc.)

Converse / boots wearer.

Very private about his sketchbook (for example; we see Abi drawing publicly a lot, I feel like Ryan would only ever use his sketchbook when there was nobody around).

Is banned from playing monopoly, he’s too stubborn and gets annoyed when “people” (Dylan, Nick, Jacob) don’t play the game by the rules.

Love language falls between gift giving + quality time.

Jacob -

Would run outside with no shoes, only white socks if even that.

Also banned from monopoly (flipped the board, he’s not allowed within 5 feet of the game anymore).

Boots / crocs wearer (I’m right and you know it).

Would punch a pillow, throw rocks, kick objects (and get hurt) when frustrated. Would them complain about getting hurt and get more angry.

“He’s actually… really sweet.” Would literally die for those he loves, love language is acts of service.

Nick -

Would mirror Dylan and Jacob’s energy when around him but would go quiet and secluded when alone. The three nicknames themselves “the big three”, everybody hates the big three /silly.

Slip-on shoes / padded shoes wearer.

Was a really good cook, the campers would make their meals in Health Economics class and ask Nick for his opinion (Nick would always say it was good no matter what).

Love language falls between quality time + acts of service.

Max -

“Honey, hun, sweetheart” etc. for Laura, everybody else gets “T-dog, big guy, champ, buddy” etc.

Wears ring necklace, Laura has one too, they’re promise rings.

Has the worst handwriting known to man, writes in big betters that practically overlap.

Sneakers / crocs wearer.

+ I will do the rest later!!

[faecaribou]

I absolutely love the idea of your Scout time travel AU!! Please make more lmao

oh boy i really meant to be like "ough im lazy heres this idea someone else make it" and then i started writing like a gajillion words about it and texting my sibling about it. im cooked this idea has taken over frfrfrfr

in order to write about the time travel I have to write about Scout passing away. I'm going to be sick

Here goes:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63190489

Chapter One: We Know Where We're Goin'

December 4, 1987 is a date that Scout’s been dreading for a very long time.

Oh, he lived his life to the fullest, staying in touch with his fellow mercenaries and having enough money to get by from suing the town of Teufort that he never needed another job (not that he could with his fingerprints gone), and making God happy by being His gift to women and sleeping around. But the moment he held his first child in his arms and fell in love he knew he’d dread this day.

It’s not fair. He has a family that depends on him, in the form of an elderly mother and many older siblings and their wives and children, not to mention his own beautiful children. His sons and his daughters. Tanya, Tabby, Tommy, and Tristan.

He loves his children more than anything else in the world. He loves that he has no job, that he can spend every second possible with them. Whenever he looks at a calendar, anticipatory grief crawls up his throat and he needs to excuse himself to his bedroom and fight back tears.

Every night he closes his eyes and prays. He’s never been a praying man before his kids. But every night after tucking his babies into bed and kissing them goodnight, he squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can and he begs in his mind for a little more time.

His youngest is Tanya, and she’s only three and a half. She can walk and she can talk (only stumbling over words sometimes) and she’s going to be only ten and a half when Jeremy is set to die.

She’ll have more time than Jeremy had with his own father, he thinks rather cruelly to himself at his lowest points. They’ll have plenty of support; no doubt his mother will take his kids in rather than let them be separated by their mothers, who didn’t want them anyway, and if his mother can’t do it by herself Jeremy’s brothers are many.

They might even have the mercenaries, Scout thinks hopefully. Maybe Soldier could-

He imagines Tanya, his little princess, covered in dirt competing to use the bathroom like the Does, and stops the thought in its tracks.

Perhaps Heavy and Medic- (the baboon.) Or Sniper- (in that camper van?) Or Engineer, Scout called him Dad on accident enough times (No.)

Some selfish, buried part of him thinks Spy should watch over his kids. Spy owes him. Spy is good with his kids. Spy gave Tanya his mask. Spy cares about his kids more than just a friend ought to-

And yet, Scout is afraid of Spy ending up with his kids. He can’t stand the idea of Spy stepping into the role of a father for his kids, his kids who will need a dad. He worries about the possibility, feels ashamed at the worry, feels anger at the shame, and it cycles through until he can admit that none of the mercenaries, and certainly not Spy, will be getting his kids when he dies.

When he dies. Not if. It sends a pang of despair through him.

So one of the other Willis-es will take in his kids. His Ma raised him and his brothers right, his kids won’t get separated. He has plenty of money left over. They’ll be okay.

They’ll be okay, he tells himself as the date creeps closer. They have to be.

He reads them children's books about the concept of death. Books about parents loving their children no matter what. He never, never, wants them to think he doesn’t love them, no matter what they do when he’s gone. There is nothing that could stop him.

He’d like to think that nothing will stop him from coming back, either. When he sees God again, he’s going to beg and plead and drop to his knees, and if that doesn’t work he’ll start shouting and throwing punches. He’ll be stubborn and relentless and every frustrated thing his Ma or Spy ever called him and he won’t stop until God puts him back with his kids.

It’s not fair. He doesn’t have enough time with his kids.

Tanya, his youngest. She’s three and a half. She likes it when he styles his own hair into short pigtails like hers, she likes wearing Spy’s gross mask (Spy let her keep it, and Jeremy washed it because he knew the man never took it off). She wants to be an assassin princess.

Tristan, his loud little swimmer. He’s four years old and five months. His blond hair is the easiest to brush, but he keeps running around without his clothes on. At least he only does it inside the house. He has the most trouble sleeping at bedtime. His favorite animal is the elephant.

Tabitha, his smart little baby. His Tabby. She’s five years and three months. His quietest and his shyest, but her siblings are loud enough for her. She has that Willis pride in her though, and though she wears glasses she has never expressed any self-consciousness about it. She reads so many books she loses track of time, and Jeremy is so proud of her.

Tommy, his eldest. He turned six only a month and a half ago. Jeremy likes to think he looks like Tom Jones, though his boy is nothing like the singer, he's his own person and Jeremy loves him for it. He bounces off the walls in a clumsy way that reminds Scout of when he was younger, and he constantly asks his father when his growth spurt will come. His favorite color is blue, despite all his old team mates encouraging him to switch to red.

His children. He can’t imagine how he ever lived without them. He hasn’t had enough time. It’s not fair.

A year passes. Then another. It’s easy to keep the dread and grief and sorrow to the dead of night, out of his children’s sight. He has time. He still has time. He can’t ruin what little time he has left.

More years pass. His children grow. Tommy enters middle school. He’s eleven now. It’s like watching his clock run out.

Tabitha turns eleven. Tristan turns eleven. He’ll never see Tanya turn eleven.

He struggles to eat sometimes. His kids are young. They don’t notice. Some of his friends worry, but it’s not that big a deal. It’s not going to hurt him. There are no long term effects to worry about. His stress will not cause future heart conditions.

He’s running out of time. Tanya turns ten.

He wants to tell God it’s not fair. But the hours keep ticking on the clock, the days keep counting down, the calendar keeps switching to the next month, and one morning he wakes up and it’s December 3rd, 1987.

His children are excited. He caved in a moment of weakness, and sent letters to his friends and family, asking for an early holiday party. He can’t do Christmas, won’t they stop by sooner? And most of them replied yes, they’ll come.

So he spends the day cleaning up, and giving his children toys and chores to keep them occupied, and when the clock hits noon there’s a knock at his door.

Some of his brothers drop by. His mother arrives, Spy’s arm tucked in hers, and while the thought still makes Scout tense up with unease, he manages a laugh at the way that Spy looks like one of his mother’s purses, standing there only to look pretty and hold her things. Spy hits him when his mother and his kids aren’t looking before the two start cooing over Scout’s kids.

Demo is next, bringing booze, and Jeremy chases Tommy away from it, scolding loudly. He’s only thirteen, and yes Jeremy was drinking by then, but behind his mother’s back and no, Tommy cannot drink. Not even a sip. Go play with your siblings.

Heavy and Medic couldn’t make it, Soldier informs him when he and Zhanna and their kids arrive. Scout lets it go. He didn’t tell them. He didn’t tell them, they don’t know.

Pyro arrives, their dog much older and more tame with age. Jeremy’s children are still fascinated with Pyro’s lighters, but Jeremy lets it be. They’re being watched by Spy and his mother.

Engineer doesn’t come. Sniper arrives late in the evening. His brothers leave for hotels. His mother and Spy take the guest room. Sniper parks his van in the driveway and sleeps there. The rest of the team bids adieu. Spy helps Scout tuck the kids into bed.

Jeremy waits for Spy to leave, then pulls his kids out of bed to crush them into the tightest hug he can.

“Ouch, daddy,” Tabitha laughs. “Too tight!”

“Sorry!” He loosens his grip but he doesn’t let go. The group hug is going on too long, he knows, because Tristan is squirming with pent-up energy.

“I love you so much.” He says. “I love you to the edges of the universe and back. I love you times infinity.”

“Eww,” says Tommy, because he’s almost a teenager now and things like your parents loving you is gross. Jeremy gives him a big forehead kiss. “Dad, stop!”

“Mwah!” Jeremy gives him another kiss before letting go. He gives the rest of his kids big smooches on the tops of their perfect heads. “You are all my babies and I love you more than anything.”

You know that, right? His heart screams. You know that you’re the most important things on this planet to me? He doesn’t dare say it out loud, doesn’t want to them to pick up on his anxieties.

“I love you too, Dad,” Tristan sighs, and Tabitha pipes up, “I love you!”

“I love you!” Tanya adds.

“Love ya,” Tommy mumbles from his bed, and Jeremy’s heart is fit to explode. His chest hurts.

“Good night,” He says. He wants to stay here forever, hugging them and assuring them of his love. But it’s late, he’s dragging them past their bedtime. So he turns off the lights and heads to his bed.

He gets dressed in his pyjamas slowly. He creeps around the dark house, staring at the photos on the walls and at Sniper’s van outside, the lights still on from inside. He looks at Spy’s parked car. He wonders if Spy let his mother drive. He looks at all his Christmas decorations, already set up. He pulls his pre-wrapped presents for his kids from his bedroom closet and set them under the tree. He knows it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

He could have the perfect last day with his kids and he’d still go to bed crying, except there’s a spy in the room down the hall and he’s not sure what he would do if he were confronted about crying in the morning.

If he wakes up at all tomorrow. He checks the clock and sees that it’s now 11:45pm. Fifteen minutes left. If he tries to fall asleep now, maybe he’ll pass away in his sleep. Except every second left is a moment longer with his family, and Jeremy is greedy, so greedy. He’ll take every second he can, even if it means his death isn’t peaceful. Except he doesn’t want to die in front of his kids. Anything but that. So he sighs quietly and goes back to his room.

It takes him a long time to fall asleep.

He wakes up in the morning with crusty eyes from crying. It’s barely light out. He hardly got any sleep at all. He’s so thankful to have a little more time that it isn’t until he’s opened his bedroom door and stared at his sleeping children that he realizes it’s not going to be a peaceful death. Which means he can’t be near his children when it’s time.

He stands in the doorway a little longer. He knows that they’re probably all sick of sharing the same bedroom, and he’s promised them different rooms for themselves soon, but really he held off just for this. So he can look at all of them at once.

He closes the bedroom door silently and creeps out the front door without a peep.

He goes for a morning walk. He walks and he walks and he walks. He’s not sure what he’s looking for, what he’s hoping for, he just wants it not to happen in front of his kids.

He’s so caught up in his worries that he doesn’t see the car.

SCREECH!

BANG!

Pain-

Bright-

Ow-

Jeremy falls off the bed and lands on the floor with a crash. His face meets the dusty tiled floor.

“Agh, my nose!” He croaks out, nasally and high-pitched, and his voice sounds wrong but it must be from smashing his stupid nose into the floor.

Wait. What the fuck?

He sits upright. “God?” He asks, but this isn’t the heaven he remembers. Heaven was bright lights and clouds and foosball tables, not…. Not…

Not plain brick wall, a white wooden door, tiled flooring, and a small window. Not an army cot and a small room with no decoration save for some half opened boxes stuffed with, of all things, his old Team Fortress uniforms.

The room looks unlived in. Weird of God to use this place from his memories, his old room in Teufort, but. Okay. Maybe he thought he could use an old familiar location to tame Jeremy’s rage before he beat God a new one until he agreed to send Jeremy back.

There’s a quiet knock at the door.

“You alright there, son?” A familiar Texan accent asks through the door.

“Yeah, Engie, it’s all good,” Jeremy replies on autopilot, before pausing. Engie wasn’t dead. Why was God using his voice? He lurches to his feet and swings open the door.

Outside is the hallway of the RED base. Engineer is several steps away, likely heading to the dining room. He stops and glances over his shoulder at the sound fo Scout’s door opening.

Jeremy gapes.

Dell looks… young. Well, younger than he has in his recent years.

“Is that why you didn’t come to my early Christmas party? Are you dead too?” He asks, alarmed.

“What?” Dell looks baffled. “What are you talking about, boy?”

“I…” Jeremy can’t find the words. He’s worried. He’s confused. He’s-

“Just a tip of advice for today, don’t get into anymore fights with the team, Scout. I don’t know what Spy has against you being on the team but it won’t do well for team-building if you introduce yourself to everyone by butting heads.”

Jeremy stares at him. Engineer sighs and turns back to leave.

“This whole team’s full of eccentrics,” The Texan mutters to himself.

Jeremy watches him walk all the way down the hall before entering the dining room. He stands there, in the doorway of his old room, feeling distinctly wrong-footed.

“Huh?”

and that's a wrap on chapter one! I cant believe I wrote over 2,000 words personally begging God to let Scout live. At 1 AM. ha. ha. ha............ (shaking)

[cringengl]

The two van scenes- Steve's self centered 'love' versus Will's selfless love.

The thing that I've only realised upon rewatch is the similarities between Steve's love confession to Nancy in 4x08 and Will's love confession to Mike, also in 4x08 (aka the van scene). Although we usually use parallels to show how similar the ships are, suggesting that they may have similar fates (such as jancy & byler parallels and mleven & stncy parallels), I think these two scenes are similar to show how different stncy and byler are.

So what are the similarities???

First off we have the fact that they take place in the same episode (roughly 25 mins apart) and exsist in a van. There's other similarities such as they both have a "Yeah?" "Yeah." scene:

Which really draws the parallels. Furthermore, both Mike and Nancy feel like they're losing El and Jonathan.

Although Mike confirms these fears more explicitly than Nancy, it's clear that her and Jonathan are drifting apart when neither of them go to visit eachother over spring break, which clearly upsets Nancy. Jonathan's college plans only confirm for the audience that they are drifting apart.

Finally, both Steve and Will give a 'gift' of sorts: Will's painting, and Steve's vision of his future (that he implies he wants Nancy to be a part of).

Will's love for Mike is selfless and generous.

The whole point of the van scene is that Will sacrifices and disregards his happiness as he believes that Mike would be happier with someone else- El, and so he uses his love confession to strengthen their (mleven's) relationship.

Steve literally does the opposite of this.

Steve's love confession is all about him. What he wants. He wants 6 little nuggets and a massive camper van for holidays and that's great for him, but it's not what Nancy wants. Steve is not considering what Nancy wants. It has been shown multiple times throughout the show that Nancy is ambitious and wants a career in journalism. It's what drives her to the trailer park where she learns about Victor Creel and it's why she wants to go to Emerson. I'm not saying that you can't be ambitious and have children, but children is clearly not a priority for Nancy. She literally says it right here:

Showing the difference in Steve and Will's love for their respective Wheeler. Whilst Steve is enforcing unwanted expectation onto Nancy, Will is doing the opposite- "ripping off the bandaid".

Even when Will envisions a future with Mike and tells him, it involves things that they have bonded over and enjoyed in the past together:

Will also gets Mike to talk to him, and share his insecurities. They have several other heart to hearts throughout the season where both Mike and Will talk honestly with eachother, whether that's about Mike's issues with El, being different and how scary it can be to tell other people and working together against Vecna.

Stncy at best has Steve talking about how he is crawling forward and working to be a better person, but not only is that in an effort to somewhat win Nancy back, Nancy never divulges her insecurities with Steve, their 'heart to heart' isn't mutal.

If we go back to the "Yeah?" "Yeah." parallel, you can see that's it's less of a parallel than you may originally think. The person who's asking "Yeah?" Is reversed in these situations, with stncy, it's the 'confessor', Steve, trying to see if Nancy agrees with him, but with byler, Will is instead the "Yeah.", and is helping Mike overcome his insecurities with El, and reaffirming Mike's new found confidence through Will's painting. Steve is again revolving the conversation around himself, where as Will is being as selfless as you can get.

Although it can be argued that maybe stncy isn't having as many heart to hearts and that the reason Nancy isn't responding similarly to Steve being vulnerable just yet is because they're exes, it's awkward, and Nancy is dating Jonathan.

But at the start of season 4, we see that byler are also in a rocky position in terms of their relarionship and Mike is literally dating El.

And yet, time and time again, we as the audience are shown how strong their relationship is and how much they care about repairing it, whereas stncy has had no such thing.

So what is the point of paralleling these van/confession scenes in the first place??

Personally, I think it's to show how pure and selfless Will's love for Mike is compared to Steve's, and what it's like for a confession to fall flat.

The byler van scene is full of beautiful cinematography, rising music, gorgeous lighting and powerful emotion, whereas in the stncy van scene, you can still here the rumbling of the van and the song 'Fire And Rain' by James Taylor, which presumably is from the radio, in the background whilst Nancy hesitantly agrees with what Steve is saying, making it feel less important and almost anti climatic.

Therefore, despite the initial, surface level similarities, these scenes show how vastly different byler and stncy are. Stncy will never be endgame because Steve's love is presented as self centered, whereas Will's love is beautiful and selfless. Byler is endgame as both Will's confession and Mike's reaction are telling of how strong their connection is and how deeply they love each other.

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Sniper losing an eye and having to suffer the consequences (a bit of lost depth perception and couple days wait until Medic gets back to base to regrow it) and maybe a bit of swordvan thrown in

Sniper Loses an Eye HC (ft. Swordvan)

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Oops, I meant to write a hc, but wrote a mini fic, oh well.

Bare with me for some of this. It's not easy to ask Google, "Would having one eye affect sniper accuracy?" I'm pretty sure it doesn't, I was reminded that OW exists and that Ana has one eye, and she does just fine.

I uh, may have ran with swordvan a bit more than expected 😮‍💨

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Oh God. He's so fucking embarrassed. He's so upset. For one, he's embarrassed that Spy managed to stab him through the eye on the one day the respawn machine was malfunctioning. For two, he's upset because now he's reminiscing on the jokes he's made at Demo's expense. He dead ass sits in the lab for a good twenty minutes, contemplating on whether or not he should hide out in his van to save himself the ribbing he knows he's going to get from both Demo and the rest of the team, minus Medic, who is more than sympathetic to Snipers predicament. But regardless of how sympathetic he might be, Medic still needs Sniper out of his lab after he's done bandaging his face. Sniper just sighs and gets off the table and walks to the doors, planning out his escape plan and calculating where all the mercs should be at this time of day.

Keyword being, should. Because he jumps when he sees Demo waiting outside the lab doors. A smug smile on his face as he leans against the wall, taking a swig from the drink he has on hand. Sniper internally groans, but from the way Demo chuckled, he assumed he might have accidentally done that out loud. Demo doesn't actually say much. He just walks over slowly, standing in front of Sniper.

"Take off the bandages." His tone is asking, but his words covey a demand. Sniper protests, citing the fact that Medic had just spent a decent amount of time patching him up, and he'd hate to see how angry the doctor would get if asked to do it again.

"Dont worry," He moves his hand behind his head, undoing the knot of his eye patch quickly, the motion being one he's done many times before. "This ain't my only one. It's far better than any bandage." Demo reaches up and carefully slips his fingers under the bandages, pausing for a second, giving Sniper a moment to tell him to stop, but he doesn't, so the bandages around his eye find themselves being unraveled, draping around his neck and shoulders as they attempt to fall to the floor. Demo only moves his hand to tap the underside of his eye and then to tap Snipers.

"Look, we match." He says with a smile. And they just stand there for a minute, looking at each other, before Demo invites him to come look for an eye patch that'll fit and that he's willing to wear while Medic regrows his eye. It should have only taken a few minutes, but Sniper finds himself being in Demo's room for hours, taking for hours about the new and old predicaments they had found themselves in.

Sniper had left to go back to his camper late that night. Clutching his gifted eye patch, thumbing over the fabric and he dragged his tired body away from the base. He found himself thinking about the Scotsman more than he normally would that night as he drifted off to sleep. He figured it would all go away by morning, along with all his new worries about his missing eye. Hell, maybe the eye would just reappear in the night. He could only hope.

His eye did not infact reappear while he slept, and his worries and thoughts didn't disappear like he had hope. With battle fast approaching, he tied the patch on and grabbed his gear. Joining the other mercs, he found himself biting his tongue at the jabs made by his teammates. Figuring this was his karma for the many jokes he found himself telling. Demo joined the group the latest, immediately finding his way up to Sniper with a grin. Reaching a hand up to fix the eye patch that was half hazardly tied on.

"It looks good on ya." Was the only thing he said before walking away, only to be seen occasionally from far away on the field. Sniper didn't like the warm feeling that gave him.

Sniper found himself frustrated with his sudden loss of skill. Cursing under his breath anytime his sights failed him. Every time he missed shot after shot. He knew well enough that he'd have issues. His depth perception changes would be something to adapt to, but he found himself completely taken out of his depth, completely removed from his skills, the one thing he prided himself with. As the match came to a close, anyone near could hear the muffled thudding of a gun hitting the ground and a

"Goddammit!" As the other team became the winners of the day's battle. He was pissed off. He had never experienced anything like this, and he hated every minute of it. He could only put his head in his hands and sit for a minute. Taking in the newfound silence. Until he heard creaking and boot fall behind him,

"Y'know, for being new to this whole one-eyed thing, you still do a decent job." Demo complimented as Sniper picked his head up, Demo held out his drink, prompting Sniper to drink, trying to help him ease his disappointments. Sniper accepted as Demo continued to talk his ear off. Sniper tried to listen, but he found his focus elsewhere, between his thoughts on his new frustrations with his skills, and the feelings that seemed to rise up with every kind word or action Demo threw his way. Sniper could only sigh as he attempted to refocus his attention. This was going to be a long week.

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Why do I get so embarrassed when I write? Who knows. Anyways, I hope you like this Anon, this fueled my love of Swordvan </3

I'm finally back. Who knew that forcing myself to write a certain fic that I don't have the inspiration for would kill any desire to write? But now that I'm changing it up, I feel more productive! Thank you, guys, for being patient with me. I love you guys 🫶🏻

Also, apologies for anything that's messed up at the end, I am exhausted rn.

[lilacsmothership]

magical meteor shower ✨🌠🌌🐺🍜

you can find skies lit up in radiant colors of all stripes in distant reaches of the pancosmos. an adorable starhopping feline benefactress of this realm seems to have gifted cel, ibiki and fumi a cute interstellar camper van, too, bidding them to watch the famous shooting stars on the tranquil moon of Mew Purrseus IV-C...

artfight for celena, whose art inspires me a bunch ✨🐺🍜

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Good morning, campers!

Greta Van Fleet Thoughts

Pt.2

So, you know how kids have safety blankets or toys? I think the boys each have a "safety" item. Something that brings peace to them when out on the road or after coming home from being on tour.

Jake has a specific pair of black sweatpants that he wears every waking second when he's in his house. They're all tattered and worn. We're talking faded color, a hole in one of the knees, tiny rips in random places, a ripped pocket. They hang low on his hips because the drawstring has been stretched out and no longer serves a purpose, but he keeps it tied anyway. (But, also, that braided bracelet he used to wear all the time. Haven't seen it recently, though, Jacob.)

I think Danny has a blanket that his grandpa, his Bumpa, gifted him when he was born. One that he keeps in his bunk on the bus. Or, in his carry-on bag on airplanes. Or, that he tucks under his pillow in hotels and at home. It's light blue with dark blue stitching, and it says 'Daniel' in one of the corners with a little monkey tangled in the letters. Because of this, 'Monkey' was the nickname his Bumpa called him. And, like Jake's sweatpants, the blanket is now all tattered and ripped.

Similar to Danny, Josh also has a blanket. More specifically, a quilt that hangs on the end of his bed or over the back of his couch. Either way, he curls up under it when he naps. I think it would be one made by his grandmother when he was maybe 2 years old. It's red, orange, blue, and gray with a paisley pattern. Josh holds the quilt very dearly in his heart. There's a white patch in the corner that has a note written with red fabric pen.

'To: My Little Joshie

With Love: Nona'

I like to think Sam has a little stuffed bear that he keeps on his bed, whether it's in his bunk or on his bed at home. He never sleeps without it. If he does sleep without it, it's a restless sleep; a night spent tossing and turning. Also, like Danny, he puts it in his carry-on bag on planes. The bear is dark brown with a little bowtie, and the right arm is missing the stuffing because that's the arm that Sam holds while he sleeps or when he's anxious.

Like Sam, Josh and Jake have stuffed animals. Identical little bunnies that they were given when they were born. Jake's is red, and Josh's green, and both bunnies have a little 'J' sewn into the chest. They used to argue over whose bunny was whose (until Mama Kiszka settled the fight) and they carried them everywhere. Unbeknownst to each other, both Jake and Josh have their respective bunny sitting on a shelf in their bedroom.

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[teemnutress]

ok so headcanons because i love the little family dynamic the team has going on and want to see more of it:

pyro:

• has a little pouch of stickers that they just pop open and use to decorate things

• sometimes will just stare and tilt their head when someone is talking to them because they're interested but is usually seen as threatening :(

• occasionally very aware of what they are doing but simply doesn't care

demo:

• moments of clarity while blackout drunk that's just,,, philosophical and aimed to hit deep at people that then ends with him promptly passing out

• keeps a secret compartment in the kitchen full of alcohol. the entire team knows its there but doesn't dare to tell him

• invites nessie for team dinners sometimes and has to be the one keeping her from killing soldier once he mentions scotland

medic:

• talks to the corpses he keeps in his miniature morgue. uses them as therapy dolls. sometimes puppets them to have them respond

• views archimedes as worth more than scout

• has swindled a demon out of the demon's soul once

heavy:

• not only treats his guns like real women, but takes them on mock dates too for fun. usually conscripts scout to help because scout finds it funny

• the favorite to heal on the field by medic due to the fact his pain tolerance allows medic to see just how much punishment his daddy coworker can take. he knows this and does not care so long as he can stay near medic

• has used scout as a projectile before. just picked him up and thrown him by his ankles. didn't work but it was fun

scout:

• plays pranks on the rest of the team and is rewarded with being regularly beat within an inch of his life

• besties with pyro because they're both outcasts on the team

• sees heavy as a father figure but won't tell a soul about it

spy:

• genuinely cares for scout (canon) but will go as far as to slip little gifts and acts of kindness for him that scout will never know was him

• sometimes hangs out in engineer's room as he considers him the only other true intellectual

• genuinely horrified by medic

soldier:

• so utterly insane he doesn't even know his teammates are his teammates sometimes; regularly beats the shit out of scout

• has given all of his rocket launchers names. all of them are named "cupcake"

• downright facial contortionist; makes faces you would never think possible

sniper:

• just chronically depressed. medic is his anti-d hookup and engineer is his therapist.

• gets spy to throw his disguise masks like clay pigeons for target practice, specifically for rocket jumping soldiers

• sometimes just crashes on the common room's couch instead of his camper van because he feels like it

engineer:

• has a framed photo of the whole team in his workshop. he genuinely loves them

• has worked with medic to try and make a franken-android using sentry pieces and corpse parts. is currently buried 20 feet under engie's workshop

• is the only nice one to pyro other than scout; makes them custom stickers

[helenuhs]

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙶𝚈 - 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴. members: mara daniels - lead singer / guitar rey larousse - guitar / gutterals helena rodriguez - bass / backing vocals layne smith - drums

helena  grew  up  in  boston,     massachusetts,     but  moved  to  seattle,     washington,     at  18  to  pursue  her  passion  for  art  and  music.     while  in  college,     she  met  mara,     a  kindred  spirit  who  shared  her  interests.     the  two  began  dating  and  eventually  formed  theophagy,    an  all-girl  band  where  helena  took  charge  of  creating  the  band’s  distinctive  artwork.

theophagy  quickly  set  itself  apart  with  its  offbeat  aesthetic.     the  band  crafts  much  of  their  own  merchandise,     including  trinkets  and  oddities  made  from  materials  like  bugs,     hair,     and  other  peculiar  finds.     though  the  entire  group  embraces  their  "weirdos"     persona,     mara  takes  center  stage  with  her  wild  antics  and  the  added  notoriety  of  having  dated  every  member  of  the  band  at  some  point.     helena,     on  the  other  hand,     is  reserved  and  keeps  to  herself—   until  she  steps  on  stage.     there,     she  transforms  into  an  entirely  different  person,     captivating  audiences  with  the  deep  thrum  of  the  bass,     dramatic  floor  work,     and  provocative  gyrations.     her  elaborate  stage  makeup  is  almost  as  famous  as  her  magnetic  performances.

while  they’re  not  a  household  name,  theophagy  has  carved  out  a  niche  following,  particularly  after  one  of  their  songs  went  viral  on  a  corner  of  tiktok.     their  live  shows  are  a  spectacle,     featuring  heavy  lighting,     fog,     blood  effects,     provocative  interactions  between  bandmates,  and  disturbing  projected  visuals.  after  the  success  of  their  first  debut  album  :  filth  of  the  world,     the  band  released  their  most  current  album,   daughters  of  cain. 

during  tours,     the  band  lives  out  of  a  1970s  camper  gifted  by  layne’s  grandfather,  which  they’ve  converted  into  a  cozy  living  space.     the  camper  is  towed  by  a  black  van  that  also  carries  their  equipment.     despite  their  modest  fame,  theophagy  continues  to  build  their  reputation  as  a  band  that  pushes  boundaries  and  embraces  the  unconventional.

[cpidscloud]

2/8/2025 🦁

💌 : today is theo’s 22nd birthday ♡ 

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theo turned 22 today . the birthday party his members threw for him was quite cute , with a decorated wall of streamers, balloons, and photos where he could set up the birthday livestream for the fans . the fans were so sweet with their birthday wishes , the comments filled with kind words and happy chatter amongst themselves as they came together to celebrate him . the others came to deliver him gifts and talk for a while , the birthday streams were always a lot of fun . the members had gotten him all sorts of things he loved that would soon be proudly worn or displayed in his room once he got the chance .

the members were crowded around him as angel brought out the cake , all of them singing happy birthday to him as the fans sent their birthday wishes in the chat . the cake was shaped like a cute little lion , it was his representative animal after all . romeo lit the candles , and theo blew them out to great applause from the others .

“so what’d you wish for ?” kenji asked , smearing some frosting on theo’s cheek to tease.

“if i told you , it wouldn't come true ! “ theo laughed .

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the company had been generous enough to rent them a small camper van in order to get them all to the beach with all their stuff easily . it was fitted with plush seats and a tv for shows and karaoke , the latter they took full advantage of . a couple hours of unserious covers and laughing went by before they made it to their destination , the beach .

the mist from the ocean was cool against theo’s skin . he’d always wanted to come to the beach to watch the sunset and this was the perfect way to relax after practice . it didn't take long to unpack the bus with eight hands helping out , finding the perfect spot to place everything and getting to work . it wasn't too long until most of them had made their way to the water , splashing about and unwinding after a long day .

it was fun , he’d picked up matti and thrown him right into a large wave much to the other’s delight . kenji and hayden had attempted to tag team him and grab him from the arms and legs to throw him in the water , but theo won that fight easily . the air was filled with their laughter , it was such a nice moment . as the sun began to set , he made his way back to where they'd get up on the beach to take a break . he could see matti grabbing some things from his bag , sparklers as he soon realized . they would make a pretty sight in a couple minutes once the sun went down .

he grabbed a water from one of the coolers before deciding to sit down next to angel , who had been given a sparkler by matti and was watching it contently . the light reflected in his eyes in a way theo had to quickly look away from before he embarrassed himself by staring , resigning to watch the glow instead.

theo’s gaze was transfixed on the dancing light of the sparkler in angel’s hand , so much so that he'd nearly missed angel’s words.

“in another universe , do you think we’re soulmates?”

it was so out of the blue , theo was almost convinced he'd just hallucinated it …what? it was a casual question , but he couldn't help the way his eyes widened at that , and he certainly couldn't help the way he felt his heart drop at that either.

“are we not in this one?”

the words slipped out a bit quicker than he would've liked . his voice sounded a bit more desperate than he ever thought it could . they'd spent almost every moment since childhood together , honestly he couldn't remember the last time they'd been apart for longer than a month or two at most . was it selfish for him to feel like they were ? for him to hope, even ?

angel had turned to look back at theo , looking at him like truly hadn't expected that reply . his mouth opened to respond , but he was cut off by the booming voice of matti from the distance calling for them .

“GUYS !! it’s time for photos !” matti’s voice rang loud against the gentle rumbling of the waves . angel looked back at theo like he wanted to say something more , but he dropped it as he got up to rejoin the rest of the group .

theo sat there in silence for a moment . he was hopeless , wasn't he ? he almost laughed at himself . almost . there was some things you could wish for in life, whether on a star or a birthday candle , that just can't come true no matter how bad you want it . he knew that , but he couldn't stop himself from hoping .

“THEO !!” matti yelled again , the others calling for him as well this time as well . theo got up , looking at them as they stood there waiting for him , the sparklers in their hands casting a faint glow against them .

“coming !” he called out , running to join them . he stood next to angel , who smiled at him with that same smile theo had come to want to see every day . their fingers brushed against each other as angel handed him a sparkler for the photo .

maybe in another universe.. no , he wanted it in this universe . until then , he'd keep wishing upon that birthday candle .

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