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pyromegalomaniac · 2 years ago
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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.
Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”
And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man
“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”
“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “
Wally just trying to play matchmaker
Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!
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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎
Sally☀️
Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays
Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play
Setting you up on a stargazing date
Suggesting you write poetry for her
"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"
One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something
Julie🛼
Playing games together
Drawing with sidewalk chalk
Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone
Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover
"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"
Barnaby🦴
"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"
"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"
Lounging around together
Falling asleep in a nice warm pile
Waking up and wondering where Wally went
Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself
Poppy🍪
Baking together
Wally telling her how brave you are
"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"
Making cookies in cute shapes
Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice
Howdy🐛
Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega
Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega
Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in
Eddie📨
Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house
Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps
"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"
"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"
Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours
Frank🦋
Wally suggesting the same books to you both
"Y/n's favorite bug is x"
Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)
"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"
Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)
Wally🍎
He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him
Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head
Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)
Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like
"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"
Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!
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lovingshadowpeaches · 1 year ago
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Were you always this gentle?
MK doesn’t quite remember when he began letting Macaque near him again, as in, when he started letting Macaque take care of his injuries. Not that he minds it, the six eared demon has proven himself trustworthy more than enough ever since Lady Bone Demon was defeated for good. 
This particular injury happened during a sparring session with the aforementioned monkey, who MK forgot was,,,brutal during spars, which now resulted in bloodied knuckles and a scar across the side of his head. An accident, really, seeing how Macaque was apologizing profusely as he stopped all sparring and reached into a portal for bandages- or well, a whole first aid kit. As soon as the sparring was stopped, Pigsy, Tang, Mei and Sandy were shoved aside by the demon monkey, MK had been checked over fully at least three times, which, if you ask MK, was a bit much.
But he supposed, given the hole in the stone in MK's perfect shape, he can't hold it against Macaque. 
He attempts to tell Macaque that he's fine, it's just a small scar on his head, really he didn't feel it at all! But the concerned face of his substitute mentor told him otherwise- okay- it stung and he only felt it as Six Ears was cleaning it.
There is a certain gentleness to his touch, careful, as if MK's injuries would get twice as bad if he wasn't as careful, if he dared touch his skin with sharp claws it would gain new cuts. 
Really, when he looks closer, there is no usual, laid back facade, he isn't scolding him for his clumsy moves, or his lack of focus in the moment, no jabs, just silence, focus, attention fully set to patching him up. 
Was he always this gentle? 
Thinking back to when they trained together behind Monkey King's back(something he still feels bad about), despite the scolding and harsh criticism, Macaque's hands were always gentle, always fearful while patching him up or handing him food and drinks. The small break in his mask during those moments stuck with MK, etched into his memory, never to be forgotten.
Macaque mumbles that he'll have to take the rest of the day off, maybe even tomorrow, for the magic to heal him properly. Rest will do him good.
MK opens his mouth but Macaque shushes him, tells him they'll save Wukong, and the world, what he needs to focus his energy on is resting and healing. MK says he wasn't about to complain, but ask if he'd rest with him, after all, they both need to recharge their strength, right? MK gives the elder monkey a sad puppy look, his form glitching out again, and Macaque pats his back, trying to mask and hide how his voice softens as he agrees. 
MK giggles, the younger monkey resting his tail over Macaque's, he doesn't move, doesn't flinch, Macaque allows it to happen. He clears his throat, moving and nudging MK up, but instead the successor leans against him, nuzzling his head to his chest with a small smile, curling up next to him with his head in his lap, already dozing off. 
He stays awake long enough to take notice of Macaque's hands petting through his hair, with a touch even gentler than earlier, as if he were scared of accidentally hurting him again. MK falls asleep with a single thought. Macaque had a soft spot for him from the beginning. 
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pyroweasel · 1 month ago
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@thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Day 8
A really short one today - more of a response than a real write.
Day 7 Linked below
In a Moment of Triumph
Tammy doesn't really set itself up for triumph.
It assumes it will eventually master any new skill it picks up - and in some ways, it's almost a shame when it does. Once a skill has been mastered - or perceivably mastered - it can easily become boring, unless it provides variety in other ways. The inevitable end doesn't feel like a triumph, really. Just the end of something that had kept Tammy's interest for awhile.
It hasn't tasted true triumph, it wouldn't be able to put the word to a feeling. But if it were faced with true triumph, it would probably be a quiet moment for Tammy. It would feel some measure of pride, or maybe even relief, but it wouldn't be especially visible to people outside of it. It would let the moment pass without much comment.
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pyroshrooms · 10 months ago
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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donatello & Leonardo (TMNT) Characters: Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), Pre-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), its both, we got that timeskip swag, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Leonardo-centric (TMNT), Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT), Leonardo is Bad at Feelings (TMNT), aren't they all, Leonardo Has PTSD (TMNT), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
Because that's just how it went.
Leo would say something he didn't mean and piss off Donnie enough for him to go home and tell Mikey that he's being a dick. Then they'd drop the subject and leave him alone until he inevitably set off Raph again.
Rinse and repeat.
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@genlossicle :D
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pyro-madder · 1 year ago
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if we're on exe fics i'll share my two personal favorite bits, from two completely separate things that kinda exist in my folders, to be finished in 6357489 years
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redactedweasel · 1 year ago
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since crow said I wouldn’t here’s a couple of random snippets that are...semi related, actually. In a way. They are also both entirely without context, the first is almost certainly never going to be completed, and there’s very little actually here but. You know what. It HAS been a long time since I posted snippets.
Despite the fading sunlight, the stone beneath his scales is still warm and comfortable. Stretching out his claws in a stretch, Hazel shifts and rotates until he can press the bulk of his body against a spot of fresh warmth. With a long exhale, the steam of his breath escaping into the cooling air, he lets his eyes fall closed and returns to his dozing. 
He is pulled from his slumber some time later - he can't be sure how long he's been sleeping, but he wakes to a dark sky littered with blinking stars and cool stone beneath his stomach. Hazel blinks, yawns, considers moving back into his cave - and thinks nothing at all of his waking, until he feels a sudden, brief pinch of pain at his flank. 
He's on his claws in an instant, snarling as he turns in a tight curl and snaps his maw at whatever it is that's agitating him. He expects small, carnivorous beasts - or a particularly large, bothersome insect. So he is surprised that his teeth snap closed only mere inches from a human, instead. One who moves back only enough to avoid Hazel's teeth - but doesn't flinch a bit, otherwise. 
"I didn't mean to wake you," they say, without hint of apology at all.
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Hazel stands with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. Puffs up, a little, to be sure he stands out among the small line of others like him. Not that he has to try all that hard - his status does most of his work for him. His family line has long been decorated, appreciated, chosen time and time again by knights of the highest order - by dukes and barons and the best of society. 
But even among his own blood, Hazel is the first to get a chance like this. 
As they wait for the guests of honor, Hazel eyes his competition. There aren't many of them, this year - only a handful, when Hazel has heard of choosing ceremonies numbering in the hundreds of his kind. And in the batch, he stands out the most. Dressed in soft, clean fabrics laced with gold and silver silks. A few badges passed down his family line pinned to his collar and chest. 
It almost feels too easy, he thinks, his lips curling at the thought. 
Sudden fanfare announces the royal arrival, and Hazel snaps his attention forward.
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pyro-thon · 2 years ago
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Here’s some story I wrote while literally falling asleep as I’m writing this header part.
While nothing interesting had been happening around in Pyro or Snipers life these past few months, other then the usual. Everyone’s life had been so fought up in planing or fighting, that all of the team had been growing distant with each other. 
Any relationships that were there had been put on hold, other then everyone just thought about how when the night was over, they would hang out. But no one had any time to hang out anymore, by the time night came around, everyone just ate what little food they had laying around and headed right to bed. 
Tonight everyone was determined to hang out with one another. When everyone got back from their long day, covered in blood and dust, they all grabbed something to drink. 
Then they separated into little groups of twos or threes. Sniper went with Scout, Soldier, and Engie to do something, Heavy and Medic went somewhere else, and Spy and Demo went to go taste wine or some shit. 
Pyro was left alone in the empty living room of their house slash bunk. He had his mask under his arm, holding a cup of apple juice, and looking a little sad. He placed his mask on a chair, and went to find the others to see if he could hang out. 
Finding Engineer and the others wasn’t to hard, they were out in his workshop. He walked up to them and tried asking Engie something.
“Ex-excuse me? Engie?” He asked, trying not to interrupt their conversation too much. “Can I ask you something?”
“S-sure son, just a sec,” Engineer replied, busy talking to the others. 
Pyro sat down on a chair in the far back of the room to wait for Engie to reply, watching them talk.
He sat there for almost an hour, a silent watcher of conversations. When everyone had forgotten he was there, he slipped away quietly and back into the building. 
Pyro wandered over to try and visit Spy and Demo, but they weren’t in the room they had been in before. He considered going to try and hang out with Medic and Heavy, but he knew they never let anyone be with them when they were together. 
So he slinked off to bed early, listening to the laughs and shouts of the others in the garage. Lonely and rejected, he closed his eyes tightly and trying to block out the other sounds, Pyro curled into a ball and cried himself to sleep. 
A horrible nightmare was taking shape in the mind of Pyro. Terrifying, twisted, constantly shifting faces of his friends loomed in and out, laughing at him as they circled him rapidly. He felt a crushing loneliness and fear, trying to take deep breaths but failing. He grabbed his head and sunk to his knees, sobbing and mumbling quickly. 
Then the floor opened, sucking him down, down, down, into an infinite abyss of nothingness. His arms flailed for something to grab, but nothing was there. A pale blue light shone upon him from afar as he fell, setting him in the center of the stage. 
Flashes of his life ran by as he plummeted, so many things. Him as a child, playing with his mother, getting in trouble at school, the.. OTHER things he didn’t want to see. He covered his eyes to try and forget, but the memories wiggled under his eyelids and forced him to remember. 
Suddenly he was in a crowded area in the street, dozens of people surrounded him, but yet they didn’t notice him there. He walked right through them, and flouted up a little to see what was happening, although he already knew where he was and what would go down. 
There he was, a younger version of himself, having a loud and heated argument with someone in front of a bar. 
“I didn’t do that! You know damn well I didn’t, you motherfucker!” The 17 year old him yelled. His argumentee just frowned and punched him in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. 
Pyro wiped blood of his chin, before standing still and seething with rage. He looked as if he was trying with every muscle in his body not to go and throttle the guy who punched him. 
“What, you just gonna stand there and let me hit you?” His attacker taunted. They came a little closer to him. “Pffft. Look at this guy.” They told the crowd, snickering along with them. 
Pyro watched himself frown even more, eyes and hands twitching. His glare was so intense, so fiery with rage, even dream him was a little startled by his own intensity. 
The man came even closer to his face, sneering, when he launched himself at them. Pyro crashed himself shoulder first into them, knocked them to the ground. He grabbed their neck pushing it closer and deeper into the ground, watching as the jerk’s eyes began to pop out of his head slowly.
Pyro watched in horror, he hated how violent he was not that many years ago. That was only seven years ago, he had changed so much. But he as also proud of himself, he had taken care of himself. He didn’t need anyone, he needed no attention, no supervision, no care. 
Some people screamed in the crowd, and a few police officers came to check out the problem. The man on the cement was almost fully purple now, his eyes rolling back in his head. 
The officers came over and immediately yanked Pyro off the man, trying to handcuff him. He was not having any of that, and swung his leg up and around, smashing the back of the officers head into a metal lamp post. With one hand cuffed, he punched the other policeman in the stomach, making them bend over in pain. A quick smash over the head with his elbow, and the man was on the ground, out cold.
Pyro fled, pushing and shoving through the crowd, running frantically. As more police were alerted, and the chase began, the memory faded, leaving him falling in the vast space again. Another memory commenced, this time him in a cold, wet jail cell. He had deep bags under his eyes, and he had his upper half of his Orange jumpsuit tied like a jacket around his waist. 
A large bandage covered the left side of his cheek as he hung his head. Bright green eyes glowed like brilliant embers in the shadows of the cell, and you could feel the disgust and anger radiating off him. 
The cell bars slid open, and someone grabbed him roughly by the shirt, and the memory faded again. 
Pyro awoke to a dark room, his pillow soaked in tears and his mouth full of his pillow. He sat up and rocked back and forth, clutching the pillow close to his chest. The noise from beneath him had stopped, and all the lights from before had been long sense turned off. He checked the time on the clock next to his bed, 3:29 am. He rubbed his eyes. 
There was no way he was going back to sleep. Not after a nightmare that hellish. 
He slipped out of bed, put his shoes on, and walked out of his room. Creeping past the doors of his fellow teammates, and hearing their snores, he open the door to the outside. Outside it was cold and foggy, but that was fine with him. Whatever just numbed him was absolutely perfect right about now. 
Taking a slow walk in the mist with his lighter as a torch, he wandered the now desolate map, weaving around the payload tracks, and kicking stones around. Pyro eventually picked up a fairly thick stick, and made a torch out of it. He put his lighter away, and continued on his lonely walk. 
Eventually, he would up back very close to the base again, next to Sniper’s van. He heard the faint hum of a heater inside of it. He wished he had remembered to put on an extra sweater, the cold damp latex of his suit was a bit freezing. He considered knocking, but then he remembered how Mick and the others had completely blocked him out. He lowered his hand, and decided to go back the the base. 
As he walked back towards the building, he heard the van door open. Sniper must have gotten up to do something. Pyro turned around afraid, but Sniper didn’t notice him. Huh. As per usual lately though. 
“Hey,” Pyro said, holding the torch in his hand.
“Agh! Bloody hell, mate!” Sniper jumped, startled. “The the hell are you doing out here, mate?”
“I should ask the same about you.”
“…just…. Had the use the bathroom is all,” Sniper admitted. 
Pyro tilted his head. His eye sockets were hollow again, tired and burning with rage and curiosity. 
“What are you doing out here though?” Mick asked.
“Going for a walk.” Pyro Said simply. 
“At this hour?
He nodded. “I Couldn’t sleep well. So I took a walk. Do have a heater going in your truck?” He asked off subject.
“Y-yeah…. Why?” He asked suspiciously.
“I’m cold. Can I come in?” 
Sniper sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Sure, mate,” Sniper said a little bitterly. 
“Thanks.”
Pyro extinguished his torch, and walked into Sniper’s truck. It was so warm in there! He breathed in deeply, feeling the heat soak deep into his bones. He hadn’t been this comfortable in a while. He slouched onto the couch on the far side of the camper, and felt his eye dropping already. 
“Do you mind if I stay here for the rest of the night..?” He asked between yawns, already half asleep.
“Well, I can’t exactly kick you out now,” Sniper grumbled.
“Hmfg? What was that?” Pyro asked tiredly, rolling over to face him. 
“Nothing mate. Go to sleep.” Mick replied, climbing up the ladder to his bed. “Here, take this.” He tossed Pyro a spare blanket he had, and laid down.
Pyro took the blanket and wrapped himself up in it, taken one of the couch pillows and cuddling it tightly to his chest. Drifting off to sleep, he hoped he wouldn’t have any more nightmares. 
The next morning, Sniper shook Pyro awake.
“Hey. Wake up. Gotta get going soon.” Sniper said, leaning close to their face. He held two cups of coffee in his hands, ready to give Pyro one. 
He sat up sleepily, taking the coffee and drinking it on big gulps. He rubbed his eyes and crawled up. He stechend and touched his toes before walking out of the camper. 
“Hey.. thanks for,letting me stay. Last night.” He said, meaning it. 
“Nah. Don’t mention it.” Sniper said, leaning on the doorway of the camper. He sipped some of his coffee. “Now w go get the rest of your gear. We’re gonna be late if you don’t get ready.”
Pyro smiled, and walked off to the base. He felt a little better now, knowing he had hopefully begun a new friendship. Maybe he would try and talk to them again later tonight if he wasn’t busy.
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homkamiro · 10 months ago
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Someone suggested making an infection AU with my tf2/mlp crossover and you know I can't resist when stuff's about gore
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Forgot to mention! Demo's body is so intoxicated with alcohol that infected don't want to attack him at all!
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pyromegalomaniac · 2 years ago
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I have a request... Wally Darling x abused reader... like the reader was abused in their past before they moved to the neighborhood... if my request upset you, I don't mind if you don't do it!
Oh, megacandy420, I'd love to do this one!! (Nice name by the way, ha.) I do believe I have some experience with verbal and maybe even physical abuse myself so I think I could do these pretty well!! Okay here goes the headcanons!! Enjoy!!
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Wally x abused!reader headcanons🍎🩹
(Obviously a warning ahead for heavy mention of verbal and physical abuse and its after-effects.)
Saying sorry a lot
Saying sorry for saying sorry too much
Wally always just laughs, looks at you gently and says "there's no need to apologize, dear."
Tending to ignore when you feel uncomfortable, which Wally has learned to recognize
He does his best to keep you feeling happy safe and comfy
Dropping a dish and thinking "I'm so stupid", being on the verge of tears as you clean it up
Wally coming over to help and reassuring you that everyone makes mistakes
When you call yourself a screw-up or something like that he'll tell you "no, and I love you" over and over again until you don't say bad things about yourself anymore
Stiffening up whenever you hear someone using an angry tone, even if it's not directed at you
Wally is always there to comfort you
You used to flinch when you just started dating Wally and he'd try to touch your face, but now you relish the gentleness he holds your cheek with
Not making any decisions purely for your own happiness (ex: getting yourself something nice or choosing what to eat for dinner)
Wally likes to get you little gifts so you know you matter to him
He tries to get you to do things purely because you want to do them, not to make anyone else happy
If you're ever standing around or whatever in a tense pose, he'll gently come in from behind and hug you
He'll ask you if you want anything from the store and insist it's no problem when you ask if he's sure
Laying in bed or on the couch and suddenly feeling like crying for no particular reason at all
He'll lay by you (either facing you or big spooning) and whisper to you and stroke your hair
He often wonders to himself why someone would ever treat you that way
If he ever met them he'd steal their kneecaps
Venting to him about your abuser or stuff that's going on right now
He just stares at you with a smile and nods while he listens
When you're done he pulls you close and makes sure you know that he loves you and that you deserve the world
Sometimes you'll fall asleep that way, laying with him as his arms are wrapped around you, stroking your hair and whispering to you...
These might've been influenced a but too much from my own personal experience, but I tried not to let it get too specific, heh. I actually think these helped me a bit with working through my own stuff, and I hope you liked them too!! Thanks so much for requesting these!! I look forward to writing more in the future!! Much love!!!
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remmys · 2 months ago
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🎃 TFTOBER 2024 !!
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Hey there!! I really wanted to participate in an October prompt list, but seeing as I've been really hooked on TF2 for this entire year, I figured it would be fun to do a TF2 themed list!!
If you participate, feel free to tag your posts w/ #tftober !!! I'd love to see what other people do <3 This list should be perfectly doable for any medium (art, writing, sfm, etc!)
Below the cut is a list of all the prompts with some extra flavor text/ideas! Things are kept vague in a typical drawing prompt fashion
DAY 1 - Main
Who's your main? Who do you play most often?
DAY 2 - Hats!
It's not called a glorified hat simulator for nothing! There's plenty of cosmetics at your fingertips in the game!
DAY 3 - Relationships
Everyone knows someone. Whether it's a family member, a friend, a lover, or even an arch nemesis!
DAY 4 - Pyrovision
Put on the goggles and take a look at things with a new perspective!
DAY 5 - Battlefield
Probably where a mercenary spends most of their time
DAY 6 - On Break
Battles don't rage on forever. You've gotta take a break eventually
DAY 7 - Offense
The front lines. The moving force
DAY 8 - Defense
The back lines. Makes sure nobody gets too far
DAY 9 - Support
Everything in between! Perhaps even the foundations of some teams
DAY 10 - Teamwork
It's not called TEAM Fortress for nothing, right?
DAY 11 - Fem Fortress
Happy Friday! Give some love to the girls!
DAY 12 - Free Space
Draw, write, or SFM to your heart's content! Do whatever you'd like!
DAY 13 - Respawn
Nobody stays dead.
DAY 14 - Capture the Flag
That briefcase isn't going to steal itself!
DAY 15 - Backstab
Should've checked behind you.
DAY 16 - Mann vs Machine
Guns and bullets or nuts and bolts? Who knows what could be running through those metallic minds...
DAY 17 - Expiration Date
Teleportation and bread. What else can I say?
DAY 18 - Headcannons
Think a little deeper. What do you just know has got to be true about the mercenaries?
DAY 19 - At home
Everyone comes from somewhere. Everyone has a home.
DAY 20 - Headshot
Looks like you stood a little bit too still.
DAY 21 - Alternate Universe
Emesis Blue? Lil' Pootis? A universe where the mercenaries are all alligators? The world is your oyster.
DAY 22 - Australium
A divine and valued substance rarer than gold
DAY 23 - Administrator
There's more to a war than just the fighters
DAY 24 - Pets
Some people have a soft spot for certain animals. Others choose to keep theirs around 24/7.
DAY 25 - Injury
An inevitability of war
DAY 26 - Control Points
A constant back and fourth
DAY 27 - Comics
Ink, panels, and pages. A story through words and pictures.
DAY 28 - Custom Class
Is nine really enough to cover everyone needed in a war? Probably not!
DAY 29 - Ubercharge
A miracle of medicine
DAY 30 - Sentry
Sometimes the best way to get good aim is to not be the one aiming
DAY 31 - Scream Fortress
Happy Halloween! Scream out to your heart's content and enjoy the spooks of the night!
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pyroweasel · 1 month ago
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@thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Day 5
(Part 4 Linked Here)
Learning Something New
Tammy tries its hand at new skills frequently - it must, to fight away its boredom.
Sometimes, it finds something new to enjoy. Like knitting, which despite the relativy mundane results time and again still requires long periods of concentration and quiet - which Tammy quite enjoys. Errors can be made, which are often random and require different skills to unravel. And even if the end results are predictable, there is always a small degree of difference in the patterns or forms - the sort of uncertainty Tammy enjoys.
Sometimes, it decides it doesn't really enjoy itself. This is true of video games - the story might grab Tammy's attention but in the end the games are almost always the same. Press these same four to six buttons in a certain combination to beat the antagonist or collect the items or solve the puzzles. This sort of predictability puts video games in the camp of things Tammy might very rarely pick up - but they aren't one of its first choices.
Whatever the case may be, when Tammy tries something new, it masters it to the best of its ability. When it first began to knit, Tammy taught itself how for two days straight before it finally slept - and then continued at it daily for almost a year before it felt like it had mastered the art.
In the meantime, it didn't touch single one of its other projects.
When it does bother to pick up a video game, it barely puts it down until it has finished the story and, where applicable, collected every item that can be collected.
When Sunny had introduced it to rollerblading, Tammy had worn the blades everywhere for months before deciding it was skilled enough at the task - and bored of it, besides.
When its cousins introduce it to a new board game, Tammy will not let any of them rest until it wins - they don't often invite it to play new games with them, anymore.
Sunny calls it enthusiastic. Precious calls it a perfectionist. But Tammy simply knows that as long as a new activity is giving different results, it's enjoyable.
And enjoyment is all Tammy is chasing after, really.
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pyroshrooms · 1 year ago
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HELL YEAH!! This one's a qQuackity centric fic! Hope you guys like it :D
@genlossicle , if you wanna be on the tag list lmk!!
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aerowolf · 8 months ago
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the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays
I’m so sorry this is a mess between British and American english. I have an American parent and a Canadian one so it messed me up lolll
if didn't include a Merc you wanted, feel free to request and I'll try and add them :]
includes: Miss Pauling & offense classes
cute platonic, gn!reader
warnings: n/a, this is basically all fluff
You'd rather not make a big deal of it being your birthday, even though it is you were taught that birthdays aren't a big deal and your family never really did them.
You kind of wish someone would care but you feel guilty about that so you choose not to tell anyone about it
The only one of these who actually knows it's your birthday is Miss Pauling, who’s seen your personnel files
Miss Pauling
She knows it's your birthday, and instead of ignoring it she decides to at least discreetly make it a good day for you
She arrives on base for a routine inspection, clipboard in hand, but once she's done with the main thing, instead of leaving, she comes to your room
"I saw that it's your birthday today. I don't know if you celebrate, or anything, but, uh, I thought you'd like a gift. Maybe."
She hands you a box, inside are some candy bars and a plush of a bear
"I know it's not exactly the nicest thing, and I know it's kinda... stereotypical... but, y'know, I thought you'd like something. So, happy birthday. From me.” She’s really shy about it, you get the feeling she didn’t--probably still doesn’t--really get to celebrate birthdays either. 
She offers you a ride on her motorbike, something nice, on the open road--away from this base for a little while. You accept, taking a seat behind her, enjoying the open air--though it is pretty hot out. You guys talk, just enjoying the time.
She smiles at you as you get back. “Happy birthday. You deserve it.”
You thank her and even give her a hug. It’s nice that you got this for once. 
Scout
He has no idea whatsoever that it’s your birthday. He’s interacting with you like usual, teasing you, just hanging out. You’re happy as you talk that day; he’s always good at making you laugh and smile.
At some point he notices that you’re a little down, as much as you may try to hide it, he can tell. You’re his friend, and even though he might act like he doesn’t care sometimes, you know he does. A lot.
You tell yourself you don’t want anything on your birthday, that it’s easier if no one knows, but secretly, you do.
“Hey, what’s up? C’mon, ya know I can tell when something’s wrong.” 
You tell him it’s nothing. 
“You sure? Really? You’re kinda… I dunno, sadder than usual.” After he asks a few times, you finally come out and tell him. You don’t say much. Just “It’s my birthday.”
“No kiddin’? Well, why didn’t ya tell me?” He comes off pretty strong. You feel kind of apologetic for mentioning it, and look away from him. “Aw, hey. Y’know what--it don’t matter. I’m gonna throw you a party like you ain’t never seen, believe me.”
You try to tell him you don’t want a party--well, you do. Maybe. No you don’t. Well, sure. But not a big one. He’s really sweet and enthusiastic about it. “Someone like you deserves a big birthday--but if you don’t want it, dat’s okay. Ya know, we could just hang out, or somethin’. You n’ me, yeah?” 
You tell him you’d like that a lot. You both find a quiet spot in the base where you can just talk. He messes around, too, and pops in a Tom Jones record. 
He’s a little shy, a little embarrassed, but he even sings happy birthday to you. He just seems glad no one can hear him. He doesn’t have a gift handy for you, but he ends up scribbling you a quick doodle of him telling you happy birthday. It’s misspelt, but the drawing is cute, and you keep it. “I hope ya had a good day. I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner.” You tell him that it wasn’t his fault, how could he have known? 
After all is done, he gives you an awkward hug. You smile and return it.
Soldier
He’s a little crazy so he’s just hanging around base, today he had the idea to strip and cover himself in honey, so everyone has had to convince him to please not do that, and now he’s just moping around, muttering about how anti patriotic this all is.
You sit next to him and mope as well. Unlike him, no one knows the reason you’re moping. To anyone else’s point of view, you’re just comforting him--for whatever weird reason. But he sees that you’re just as sad as him.
“What’s wrong, maggot? Is there someone who needs to see my fists meet their face?”
You tell him no, no one did anything. You’re a little intimidated by him, and you don’t see much reason to tell him anyways. But it’s nice sitting with a friend. 
“If it’s not a person, then… it must be an object! Give it to me and I will destroy it immediately.” He’s being as sweet as he can, you smile and shake your head.
You sit there for a bit, smiling as you watch the other mercs come and go. Today isn’t a bad day, just a little sad. Later, you plan to find some kind of sweet treat to eat alone.
Soldier stands up, at attention, and points at you. “MAGGOT, AS YOUR SUPERIOR AND SENIOR, I ORDER YOU TO TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!”
With a sad smile and a chuckle you finally tell him.
“Your birthday?” Soldier seems genuinely surprised. He places a hand on his chin and thinks. “We cannot go without celebrating! This is momentous!”
Although you try to protest, he turns to the base, stating to every other merc, “LISTEN UP! IT IS Y/N’S BIRTHDAY AND WE WILL CELEBRATE!” 
He makes it his personal mission to decorate for a party that very evening, even gets a cake and everything. He makes every other merc sing happy birthday with him. Maybe this isn’t so bad.
You give him a big hug, and he is surprised at first, but proceeds to give a gentle laugh and hug back.
Pyro
You see Pyro colouring with crayons and coloured pencils on their break, and you sit by them. You don’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time, but you enjoy hanging out with them. It’s a long period of silence before you join them in colouring. Regardless of your artistic skills, they’re impressed and encourage you, and are very happy when you show them what you’ve been working on. 
After a little while you get kind of bored and sad. You’ve tried to enjoy this day but it’s another bittersweet birthday. You’re happy to hang out with Pyro though, even though they don’t know what day it is.
Pyro notices that you’ve stopped colouring with them, and that you’re looking at the ground instead, messing with the cracks in the floor.
“Huddah hrmmf mmmrph?” You don’t understand what they’re saying exactly, but you smile at them. They seem to be asking what’s wrong, why you stopped, why you seem so sad.
You hesitate for a moment before finally confessing. They seem to mostly understand what you mean, and they lean back, thinking. 
After a few seconds, they stand up and help pull you off the floor. They point to their room, and you follow them. It’s an odd combination of scorch marks, colourful drawings, weapons, and art supplies. They lead you to a wardrobe and pull out a box. 
Surprisingly, you can see that it's fully wrapped. Did they somehow know it was your birthday? Do they keep these gifts on hand for the mercs?
You won’t get an answer, but they excitedly push it out and offer it to you. “Huddah hmmph!” They sound almost like they are smiling behind the mask. You take the box and open it. It’s got crayons, pencils, and… wow, that’s a drawing of you and them.
You smile, almost ready to tear up, and thank them. You give them a hug, and you notice that they’re hugging you back even harder. Maybe they don’t really understand, but this is sweet.
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addicted2coke-theothercoke · 8 months ago
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And plotting, I hate plotting
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stickyjumping · 1 year ago
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I can make it a series because I know my last one was really popular… probably will post the weekly mercs behavioral sheet…
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falseflea · 1 year ago
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sometimes you just have to give some guys you like warrior cats designs
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