#anyways. bushman.

[camthecatchameleon]

so that summer update, huh?

[age-of-moonknight]

What If…? Dark: Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2023), #1.

Writer: Erica Schultz; Penciler and Inker: Edgar Salazar; Colorist: Arif Prianto; Letterer: Cory Petit

[citrus-adventures]

the childhood portal gamer to half life writer to tf2 gamer pipeline is so fucked up. got me reading and playing like a retired food reviewer getting back into gourmet

[sparkly-sediment]

Any wholesome headcanons for Sniper/Spy?

Tf2 SniperSpy fluff! headcanons

what’s their ship name?? Tf2 ship names are constantly evolving like what the fuck is blunt trauma??? being so fr rn

Before any romantic (or sexual) inclination they have in depth conversations about life, what the fuck they were doing with it, and things of that nature

The usual gossip spots are the sniper’s nest, camper (sniper’s real nest), and Spy’s smoking room

The fanciness of the smoking room deeply unnerves Sniper

Late one night, while they’re sitting and talking over culture shock coming to the US, Sniper mentions he grew up poor and feels like an imposter in bougie settings (which he says is more prominent in America)

That’s the last night they sit in the smoking room

Small gestures like that build the foundation for getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. Spy is shockingly considerate and Sniper, while inexperienced, has a charming energy

Autism be damned my boy can woo a spy

Sniper is fairly insecure with his body (the whole malnourished thing) and all the boney edges and scarring and leathery skin and

It’s gotten better over the years but those feelings ebb and flow. On the occasional flow, he feels pretty down

Spy thinks he’s fine 😍 and man can the French wrap you up in the language of love and tut away any self doubts or body image issues

Spy does think he should eat more than red meat but adores him anyway

Can’t love a bushman without accepting the primitive diet 😔✊🏻

Sniper thought Spy was totally hot from the get go which is a plus. Spy LOVES to feed his ego and Sniper checks that box in bold

The bashful staring and trying to hide it 🥰 little homosexual fella loves some french physique

Stopping foreplay to fold his clothes?? To the point Sniper starts folding Spy’s jacket when he takes it off??

Spy refolds it anyway (OCD like a mf) but they giggle n shit first ❤️

Sniper will latch on and will Not let go and hey maybe Spy likes it (he loves it)

[that-handsome-rogue]

I was jokin' about the weight comment. You're perfect as you are... *Sniper blushes and looks away before finding his way out of this compliment that might backfire on him*...even with yer twig legs...

Anyway, let's hop on the front of the van. Anywhere in particular you wanna go or d'you wanna trust your old Bushman?

*Sniper quips, playfully.*

- @the-red-sniper

Hm, you’re hilarious sometimes, did you know that? Perhaps save those compliments for a nice woman, hm?

*Spy has a small smile as he watches sniper. Never taking his eyes off him. He knows his words are not relevant for sniper, he just wants to see his reaction to such a comment.*

You’re the driver, mon ami. I trust you are actually good at driving.

*that was a dumb joke and spy tries to laugh it off quietly*

[paninicupcakke]

Kiss King 🎄🎁

(Fluff tf2 one shot)

(Demo kissing everyone + some bushmedicine & bomb voyage)

All three of the support class members were currently mingling in Medic’s lab together.

“I can’t believe you actually dressed up.” Spy said. Glancing up and down at Sniper’s candy cane themed outfit. Sniper grumbled.

“I promised doc he wouldn’t be the only one dressed up this year.” Sniper shyly admitted.

“Is that so?” Spy teased.

“Ja, I’m tired of being the only one putting in any effort around here.” Medic said in a catty tone. Standing up from his lab chair and setting down his clipboard. Spy folded his arms and let out a small sigh..

“I put the headband on didn’t I?” Spy said while cocking his hip. Medic rolled his eyes at his teammate’s low effort costume. All three mercenaries suddenly flinched as they heard the laboratory doors swing open. Demoman drunkenly stumbled into the lab, excitedly making his way over to his three teammates. Greeting them all with a wave and spewing out drunken gibberish.

“Oh no.” Spy grumbled. Immediately noticing the Demoman’s mistletoe hat. He already expected what the Scottish cyclops had in store for the three of them. Demoman casually flung an arm around Sniper’s shoulders, causing the bushman to let out a startled noise.

“Now that’s a nice ensemble.” Medic complimented. Glancing down at the Scotsman’s festive attire. Demoman lazily smirked and randomly smooched Sniper on the cheek. Medic and Sniper were both left looking puzzled. Sniper anxiously fixed his crooked candy cane glasses.

“Uh…hello to you too.” Sniper shyly greeted. Demoman began nuzzling his head onto the bushman’s shoulder.

“Isn’t that Scout’s hat?” Medic asked cocking an eyebrow. Demoman slowly nodded.

“I’m borrowing it. He ain’t got the nads to wear this hat anyway.” Demoman piped up. Medic snickered at the man’s blunt tone.

“Well…he certainly doesn’t get much use out of it’s intended purpose.” Spy teased.

“Yeah, it suits you. You’re a pretty big fan of kisses all year round.” Sniper complimented with a bashful grin. Playfully flicking the mistletoe dangling from Demoman’s hat.

“Exactly! I was made to wear this hat.” Demoman eagerly declared. A flirtatious grin suddenly crept across Medic’s cheeks. The doctor intentionally took a step closer towards the dangling mistletoe. Demoman swiftly wrapped his other arm around Medic’s waist, pulling him in for a few light kisses on the cheek. Medic chuckled and returned the favor with a quick peck on his lips. Demoman certainly felt kingly having both Sniper and Medic up against each side of him. Spy folded his arms, enviously rolling his eyes at the shenanigans unfolding.

“Would ya look at that? You two are underneath it.” Demoman teasingly mentioned. Loosening his grip on both of his teammate’s. Sniper and Medic both glanced at the dangling mistletoe then back at each other.

“Oh, darn. What a shame.” Sniper sarcastically said. Medic adjusted his glasses and let out small sigh.

“I suppose it can’t be helped.” Medic teasingly replied. Sniper took a step closer, allowing the doctor to grab him by his vest and pull him in for a heated kiss. Both of the bushman’s hands gently caressed the doctor’s jawline. Spy’s face immediately flushed and his eyes widened tremendously. Staring at his two colleague’s as they began to suddenly make out. Demoman had quietly snuck up beside Spy. Standing there with a wide, lazy smile. Spy inevitably turned his head to look at Demoman’s drunken expression. The Frenchman let out defeated sigh, realizing he was now underneath the dreaded mistletoe.

“Fine. Just one more.” Spy said begrudgingly. This certainly was not their first kiss of the day and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. Demoman excitedly swept the lanky Frenchman off his feet. Picking him up bridal style before planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Spy let a startled noise, allowing the Scotsman to carry him out of the lab. Abandoning both Sniper and Medic, those two were preoccupied with canoodling each other up against one of the lab counters. Demoman eagerly stomped down the hallway of the base while cradling Spy. The Frenchman let out a small sigh, not bothering to put up much of a fight. Demoman continued planting kisses on Spy’s cheeks while making his way over to the tv room. He plopped down onto the couch and hugged him tight. Spy bashfully grumbled in retaliation. He would never admit it out loud but he secretly enjoyed all of this warm, fuzzy affection.

[rosainta]

Day 4 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 10th, 2023 at 8:24PM, Home Finished December 10th, 2023 at 10:45PM, Home Log #4

Author's Notes: Originally, I planned for this short story to be only a two-parter. However, I got so carried away with writing backstory and researching facts about the Siberian Mountains and the USSR that I ended up having enough for two more parts. I hope you don't mind, but hey, at least that means more Heavy and Medic-centred interaction in the future, heehee!

I won't say much more, but I hope you enjoy this history-compliant log, as well as all the little references sprinkled here and there!

Title: King of Hearts (Part Two) Fandom: Team Fortress 2 New Mexico, Badlands, Teufort City, The Cap Point 6:45PM, sometime during the Gravel War

"Well", Heavy begins, "it all starts when I first begin to live in Siberian Mountains with family, after escaping shoot-out in gulag."

Sniper nods, acknowledging the tough living conditions his friend had to endure to provide for his family. If he wasn't so curious about the toughened man's relationship with the team doctor, he would have diverged into another conversation entirely, mostly about survival tips. Ever since he was a child, had always dreamed of living in the mountains one day, just him and his camper van... but that is a story for another day.

"Anyway, our father had just been killed, and we had no money. We could not show face to society, or Soviets would put family back in gulag, so we head to Urals."

"Life was very hard on us, but Heavy had to protect family at all cost. We found small but safe community on far outskirt of Soviet city Magadan, where we meet with kind lady who let us settle in her late husband's house in exchange for manual work and company."

Heavy shifts in his chair and pulls a worn, leather wallet out of his pocket. Flipping through a few cards and other minuscule belongings, he eventually retrieves a small, faded picture.

"Here, this is lady", the robust Russian says softly, holding the photo out for the marksman to see and pointing at an aged figure. "Behind is woman's shoppe. If ever you visit Siberia, you must visit. Is very cozy."

The full image was of a youthful Heavy and his sisters and mother, alongside another woman wearing a red hood and light-brown coat. She seemed to be in her late 40's, but she would most likely be a lot older now, considering the aged quality of the picture. Everyone was smiling happily, with frosty snow cozily blanketing their feet. Behind them was a furnished wooden cabin, with the name "магазин джугджур", which roughly translates to "Jugjur Shop."

"Wow", the bushman half-whispered, "you must owe a lot to her if you kept a shot of her all these years."

Heavy smiles, putting the photo and the wallet back. "Yes, is true. Without her, Heavy and family would have probably frozen to death, or be captured and tortured in another city."

Sniper takes a sip of his martini. "I do have a question, though."

"Go ahead."

"How'd you make sure she wasn't a Soviet? She might'a been a secret agent and turned you in to the police, or maybe even captured you herself?"

"Ah, Heavy had same doubts too at time", he says, tipping the waitress as she brings him his drink.

"Luckily, lady was as anti-Soviet as I was. Her son, who was abroad in Moscow at time, was shot by Soviet officer during civilian massacre. It had ruined her husband, and he had committed suicide only a year after."

"The Soviets had ruined her life and her family, and she hated them with passion that is remarkable for such a nice lady. Maybe it was reason she was so eager to help us when she found out we were refugees."

"Oh. I see. I'm sorry to have brought that up, that must've been hard to recount," Sniper replies silently, slightly stunned and uncomfortable from the sudden change in mood that sprang from his question. Thankfully, Heavy senses his mood and puts his bottle of vodka down next to his martini.

"Do not worry, she is strong woman. Heavy's family takes good care of her, because she is part of us now", the giant says gently.

Sniper worried expression softens to a smile. "That's good to hear, mate."

"Anyway," Heavy continues, "family continues to live in mountains in secret for some time. We hunt bear, and... well, mostly bear, and we cut wood and help run shoppe with lady for a few years before only visiting once a month."

"Is nice, but eventually, family gets bored of seeing snow and killing bear all the time, you know?"

"Ah, yeah," the shartpshooter replies, though he doesn't quite know what to make of that, seeing as he's never done that before. Not minding, Heavy goes on.

"So, one day, Heavy takes family to go out and visit city of Magadan on mother's birthday. At time, I was blinded by boredom, and I did not consider how highly dangerous it was to bring family back to place where we could get imprisoned again."

"But, we were all hungry for something more than food, and it was special occasion after all, so we decided we would hide ourselves with thick coat hood and keep away from guards and populous area."

"At first, we were very excited to be back in a community again. We could see buildings, hear people talking everywhere, smell food that was not killed with fist. But sister Bronislava, who was still quite young at time, was most excited of us all, and she really loved being in city."

"She was always pointing at different stores we pass by, and her laughter when she heard choir boys singing near churches was infectious. However, her most favourite sight of all were boats at the port of Magadan."

"Even when she was very little, Bronislava loved travelling. She read many books on world, and her dream was to visit Paris one day and become pilot. Of course, she knew because of how Russia was at time that this dream could not be possible, but this did not stop her from dreaming."

"So," Heavy says, uncapping his vodka and pouring it into a glass "she was begging for us to go closer to port to see boat. 'Please, brother Misha, let us go on boat and sail!', she would say. But I said no- there were too many guards nearby and we would get caught for sure."

"Aw, can't let a little girl have some fun?," Sniper interrupts, teasing.

"If you don't want to be killed, then no," the towering man replies blatantly.

"Right, sorry, go on," Sniper says quickly, blushing.

"Sister Bronislava would not listen, though, no matter what Heavy or mother or sisters said to her. She would insist and insist, and we had to hold her back at one point so she would not run away herself, but she continued."

"She really wanted to go on the boats. Her whining turned to crying, and her crying turned to screaming, until it was certain a guard would catch us anyway because of how loud she was being. It was miserable and terrifying sight, and Heavy could already feel regret for having endangered and hurt family like this."

"But luckily," Heavy says with a chuckle, "her tantrum did not last very long. Just as family was about to leave and hide from inevitable imprisonment, a very interesting, travelling man tapped my shoulder from behind."

Just as Heavy utters the words, someone really does tap his shoulder. Heavy turns to meet their eyes, and immediately, he grins.

"Eavesdropping again, doktor?", he asks, pulling a chair for him to sit next to him and Sniper.

"Ooh, I simply couldn't resist! Mostly because I can still picture ze face you made when you turned around like a frightened deer", Medic exclaims, laughingly.

Heavy groans and rolls his eyes, whilst his two seatmates look at each other, both surprised and amused.

"The big, tough, scary Heavy, frightened? I'd never imagine such a thing!" Sniper chuckles, clinking his martini glass to cheers with the doctor's fizzing sparkling water.

"It was not as bad as doktor puts it, okay?", Heavy grumbles, eyes averted to their playful gazes. Still, you could tell by the way his face reddened and, again, the way his eyebrows lifted that it was, in fact, as bad as he put it.

"Whatever floats your boat, mein friend", Medic says, no pun intended. Sniper downs his martini in one go, signaling the waitress for another glass.

Wanting to change the subject, the flustered giant gets up to grab a deck of cards on a nearby table. He returns, shuffling the cards in his large, calloused hands.

"Let us continue story over game of cards, yes? I find that it will fit in well with next part."

To be continued in RQDL 5... Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

[starsaroundmyscarsblog]

What would this blog be, without a Taylor-inspired one shot?😄

Right Where You Left Me

Summary: Marc Breaks Your Heart and Leave You Haunted

Marc × reader

Warnings: Angst. Like a shit ton of it. I may have almost cried. Also implementing some lines (sort of) from sad romance songs.

Part II is up BTW - its called happier x happier

Friends get break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried

Trends change, rumours fly through new skies

But I'm right where you left me

Today was supposed to be a happy day. You hadn't seen Marc in months, as he'd been doing some private security work in Egypt, under his former officer Raul Bushman, and even though you were used to him being away months at a time, you still got nervous every time you were reunited, and today, especially, you could feel your heart pound.

As you reflected on it later, maybe at the time it had been your body's way of warning you. To turn back, stay in bed all day, not meet Marc at that little restaurant you both loved to go to.

He'd been acting distant for a while. And at first, you thought it'd just been a bad day. But then, a bad day turned into a bad week, and almost a month had passed, and nothing was the same. Whenever you texted him, Marc's answers seemed short, more calculated, like he was having to put effort into spending time with you when it should just come naturally. Still, you were positive that whatever it was bothering him, you would sort it out today when you saw each other. Your relationships had grown so strong because of your ability to talk and communicate with each other.

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me

You blew out the candles in your shared apartment, a lavender scent, bought just so you could make it smell nicer before closing your book and stretching. You had to hurry if you wanted to make it to the airport in time to pick him up. Then, onto the little café right next to the local Barnes and Noble. It was a tradition started when he first started going on tours with the navy. You'd always pick him up at the airport, and he'd buy you a new book, and you two would go to the café for drinks and to talk. In those moments, though the entire world was going by, it felt like all there was was him and his deep brown eyes.

After getting dressed, you headed over to your car and pulled out of the drive, leaving as early as possible. Marc didn't text you when he made landfull, but that didn't matter because you spotted him in front of the airport waiting anyway. You quickly parked and ran up to him, giving him a tight hug, but even though he hugged back, something felt different. You shrugged it off, thinking it was just you. He put his suitcase in the trunk, and climbed into the passenger seat next to you as you pulled out into the main road.

"So do you wanna drop your things home and change, then go to the café, or go there first and maybe get lunch on the way home?" You asked, looking out ahead, to make sure you were turning safely

"Do we have to go to the café today?" He asked "I'm not really feeling it."

You were a little surprised by Marc's answer. Normally he was the one suggesting you go. Thinking he was just in a grumpy mood, you encouraged him

"Oh, come on, it's tradition."

"Fine." He sighed, his reaction hurting you a little, even though you acted like it didn't. Finally, you pulled up to the café and entered, Marc following suit, the comforting smell of cinemmon and coffee warming your heart.

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

You made way for the little booth in the corner by the window, where you always sat, since Marc liked to watch the world go by. You smiled at him as you sat down, though he didn't smile back. 'Maybe he didn't see it...' You thought, before one of the waiter's came up to you, asking what you wanted

"Can I have a hot chocolate please?"

"Sure. What about you sir?"

Marc was staring out the window, completely deaf to the waiter's question

"Marc." You shook his arm a little.

"What?" His eyes flickered between you and the waiter "Oh, sorry. Gimme a coffee please."

The waiter went off quickly.

That was weird. He normally got the same as you. Hot chocolate.

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

Marc didn't make any conversation like he normally did, so you decided to sart. You asked him about his time in Egypt, but his answers were short, so after the waiter delivered the drinks, you changed the topic onto yourself, feeling a little awkward. You were just telling him about work when he burst out:

"I met someone."

Time stood still.

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

"What do you mean?" You asked, though you knew what he meant.

"I met someone," he repeated, slightly louder "In Egypt. Layla. Her name's Layla."

You felt the tears forming, but you wouldn't let them fall. Not now. He couldn’t see you weak.

"How long?" You asked, just stirring your hot chocolate carefully

"What?"

"How long have you loved her. When did you figure it out?"

"Y/N" Marc sighed, leaning back "It doesn't matter."

"Marc, if I'm going to give you up forever to another woman, I deserve to know how long you've loved her."

He sighed again

"I don't know. I didn't plan this," he replied, saying the last part hurriedly."I met her through work, and then, you know, we kept spending more time together -

"And you forgot about me."

"Y/N it's not that simple."

"Isn't it? Another woman came along, and I wasn't important anymore."

"That's not true. It's just different with her."

"How?" You asked."How is any different Marc? Does she sacrifice her sleep and comfort you when you have nightmares or panic attacks? Did she sacrifice a job to be closer to you? Did she sacrifice her dreams so you can live yours? What's so different about her, Marc?"

"Because, the way I love Layla, I can't love you!" He finally snapped, though not loud enough for everyone to hear him.

You couldn't speak. You couldn't move. It was like there was this heavy, depressed weight over you, ridding you of any power.

"And I appreciate everything you've done for me. I'm sorry, Y/N. But you deserve better... Someone who can love you better."

He moved to hold your hand, but you moved away from him, haunted. Frozen.

'I deserve you.' You wanted to say, to scream it out. 'I've been there for you through everything. Not Laila.'

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Marc stood up, his coffee still untouched. A part of you knew this would be the last time you saw him. But you couldn't move. You wanted to. Hold his hand, bring him back to you, and make him forget Layla. But, you knew, in the pit of your desperate little heart it was. Over.

"I'll my things from the apartment tomorrow."

You couldn't even respond, but your eyes went blurry. He took the keys, got his suitcases out of the car, and returned them to you, almost hesitating.

"Y/N, I-m

"Just go. Please Marc. Just go."

So he did.

You stayed in that café all morning, all afternoon, all evening, all night. The world came and went. And everything was still there. The coffee Marc had gone cold. Yours had been finished earlier in an attempt to console yourself.

If it wasn't for the fact that they had to close at 11, you would have stayed there all night too. You didn't want to go home. You didn't want to face the mind-numbing emptiness of your apartment right now, but you were the one paying for it, so you might as well.

You drove home in silence, parking your car next to your building, before taking the lift up to your floor. For some reason, before you turned the door, you had this strange hope. That Marc would be there, making dinner, that it had all been some terrible but dream, but as you stepped inside, you were faced with the fact that this wasn't some typical nightmare, but your new reality, and so for the first time all day, you let yourself crack, and the tears roll down.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

A few days after Marc had gotten his things (which had been done with his spare key while you were at work, which he had left on the doormat) you had turned down all the pictures framed of you and him on the shelves and kitchen counter. You didn't have the heart to throw them away. You wanted to, but just couldn't. Your friends had tried to cheer you up, take you out to parties, or introduce you to new guys, but nothing worked. The parties were packed with people, but you found them empty and lifeless, and the dates paled in compared to Marc. Your friends eventually grew tired of hearing that you missed him and told you to "just get over him." But it wasn't that simple. Marc Spector wasn't just another guy. He was your solar system; your universe. There'd never be another him

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

So you ended up at the fateful café where Marc broke up with you. You didn't know why. It was where he shattered you in two, but you had also had some of your happiest memories there. When he told you he liked you, then loved you. You could see it now, the dim light reflecting off his bright eyes. It was perfect. Life with him was perfect.

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

You revisited that café every day, for you don't know how long. Days, weeks, months, maybe even a year. You were so caught up in him. You couldn't help it. You had never been so happy. Never will be again. Sometimes, when it was dark or rainy, you thought you saw him leaning against a streetlight opposite the café. But then you blinked, and nothing was there. You wondered at that point who you were looking out for by coming there. Why were you at that stupid little place? He didn't go to it anymore. Because of you. He wanted a new life. With someone else. You were the past. Layla was the present. Had your future with him been a lie?

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

I'm sure that you got a wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

I cause no harm, mind my business

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong

A few years had passed, and you were still there. You were sure Marc had moved on by now. Sure, he and Layla were married. Were happy. Maybe she was expecting. Sometimes, you imagined it had been you. You he had chosen to love above everyone else. You hadn't found anyone new. Even though you had tried, it was almost like you were still waiting for him. In case he came back. To you.

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

But you knew you would always be there. The world would come and go. Dynasties would rise and fall. People would be born and live, break up, and marry, right here in this quaint little shop. But you would stay here, forever in pain, while Marc spent his forever in love.

[cefromagegrille]

Do u like pineapples on pizza? Because I like pineapples on pizza. Many people online tell me that Italy people will murder me but I think that they are very nice because they have green in their flag. And green means good. And I also really like green. I like green because it reminds me of nature, and moss, and trees, and lettuce, and buckets, and clovers, and the amorphophallus titanum flower, and sniper with a green vest. Speaking of sniper, what do u think about sniper? I have heard that u don't like sniper, is that true? Also, do you think that time is actually just a figmentation of the human mind that was originated by us to understand the vast and terrifying complexities of the galaxy itself? Also, how many burgers do you think it would take for u to throw up? Do I talk a lot like scout? I think I do talk a lot, but that is okay. Because scout is very nice even though he harasses women and bashes peoples skull in, because he is very cool. And I talk a lot. And he talk a lot, just like me, because I talk a lot too. He and I have very similar attributes when it comes to personality, except I don't bash skulls in and harass women. But anyways, about the pineapples on pizza thing, do you like pineapples on pizza? I personally think that you can't taste the pineapples on the pizza unless you put them on after you cook it. Also, did you know that you and I have mites in our skin that regulate the amount of oils that our flesh on our face produces? So if you ever feel alone, just know that there are thousands of mites on your face to keep you company :). Also, how many bananas would it take to cross the boötes void? I think it would take billions, or even trillions! I wonder, if I ate a trillion bananas, would I die? Or would I just get poisoned? Also, what's it like being a spy? Do you have specified masks for different occasions or events? Do you have a brihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhght pink bedazzled one if you're watching barbie? And also, what would you do if you got blood on your suit? How expensive is your suit? Would you have to get very expensive cleaner for your very expensive suit? Speaking of which, how expensive is your suit? Is it really 10,000$ like they say? Or is it just 100$? Also, I am sick right now. So if I somehow break the laws of physics itself and get bacteria through the phone and get you sick, I apologize in advance. Anywho, do you like celebrating birthdays? Are birthdays a grim reminder of your eventual, and inevitable death as you grow older? Or have you accepted your life as it is? Also I think one time I went to summer camp and I got lice. I tried to tell one of the employees there, but they just said 'ew'. and I lived with it for 3 months. It's gone now, I think. I then burned the entire place to the ground on accident when I poured water on a grease fire.

Have a nice day spy

-extremely annoying anon

Alright.

- Do not take this as having something in common with me, but the mentioned dish can be enjoyable.

- Associating a color with anything regarding morality directly is idiotic.

- The Bushman does not own a green vest. He merely likes the color.

- He is... a friend. Do with this as you wish.

- Time is a necessary concept in order for humanity to live life in a proper and meaningful manner.

- This depends on who prepared them. Which means, usually, one can be quite enough.

- C'est vrai, you do talk a lot.

- It feels like you are currently "bashing" my skull in, at least.

- As mentioned, I do.

- They are not tasteless, but maybe you are.

- I was aware of this. Mites to not count as company for me, but it is my understanding that you might need them.

- This is a simple mathematical question. If we take the average banana to be 18 centimeters long, and the Boötes Void to measure about 300.000.000 light years in diameter, you may figure out the rest yourself.

- Oui. You would die.

- It is my profession, and I am good at it.

- The mask is part of my uniform, and as such I have to be prepared for the need of replacement in the event that it gets damaged.

- This is to say I own more than one, but they are all of the same red colour.

- My suit jacket is $10.000, mon ami. I fear the full price of my uniform may be too much for your mind to handle at this point, so I shall spare you for now.

- I do have a very expensive cleaner for my very expensive suit, and it has been cleansed of blood more than once.

- Your little electronic post will not bring illness upon me.

- Birthdays are as much of a reminder of time passing as they are a celebration. I do not care too much about them.

- Of course I accept my life as it is.

- Right. You may be more like Scout than I initially anticipated. Perchance it was a relief for that location to burn down.

This being said, bravo on picking your title. It might have been the only thing you have done unmistakably correctly today.

You have a pleasant day as well.

Never do this again.

Although, I cannot stop you.

[thedevilsoftruth]

So the other night I came up with a really good Moon Knight crossover and or fanfic.

So basically... Moon Knight, but it's the crow.

In the MCU, Marc gets his " powers " from Khonshu, but in the comics he doesn't. In fact, Moon Knight doesn't really have any powers in general, but that's a discussion for another time. In the comics we know that Marc is set to raid Khonshus tomb, essentially, and he is betrayed by the bushman and killed ( from what I believe and remember) Marc is then resurrected by Khonshu ( who takes the form of a sparrow kinda )

In The Crow, Eric Draven and his Fiance are killed and Eric gets resurrected by a crow.

The reason why I'm connecting the dots here is because Marc Spector and Eric Draven don't really have superpowers ( except for Marc being able to regenerate his wounds like Eric in the tv series. ) and both die and get resurrected by a bird who keeps them alive. ( They are also both antiheros and vigilantes )

It was just a fun idea. I feel like Marc could come back to kill the bushman, but I don't know how to incorporate Marlene into it because she met him the very day he got killed. So I don't know, it was just one of those things that I thought about and I was like, " huh...that's cool. Anyways. "

[asherloki]

The prompt is "You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." :)

Just honesty

Marc Spector x reader

Word count:- 1288

Warnings:- quite angsty actually!

A/n:- I didn't actually thought I could use this prompt for a moon boy, it was fun writing honestly, hope you like it.

Dialogue prompt list here!

You were shocked when after a year of dating marc Spector you found out he has DID. All you ever ask for is honesty, you rather preferred him telling you right away than finding it out after a year out of nowhere.

"you could tell me marc, I would've understood" you said almost crying out of dishonesty, disappointment and sadness.

"I thought it'd freak you out, I thought you'd leave me" marc had his own reasoning too, you couldn't deny whatever his reason was to hide such thing from you was acceptable, you may have still stayed after hearing his mental illness but anyone else would've left him then and there, and anyway how was he to know. You forgave him, because why not, this man would do anything for you, anything to keep you happy. You knew one thing for sure, Marc Spector was the man who'd risk his life for you. Everything between you two went back to normal, until one day you found out another thing about him. Something that's unbelievable, Your boyfriend is an ex mercenary, yes ex but still, mercenary, he never said that. You being someone who'd prefer honesty had to deal with someone like Marc, who hid two very important things of his life from you. The one thing he never hid was him being moon knight, a superhero.

But this time it was enough for you, when you recieved the phone of his, the call from Bushman and heard all the things about his past you froze,

"I'm living with a... a.. freaking mercenary? no no no... it can't be... he's so sweet to me, nice to me he can't just..." your train of thoughts went on until a voice from behind interrupted.

"everything alright?" Marc, it was marc.

'the one I should confront' a voice in your head said. you slowly turned to face the liar, the one that was actually a liar in your eyes, your eyes were red out of crying, yet you didn't exactly cried. After the phone call you froze and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"baby, you're crying is everything..." he trailed off as he saw his phone in your hand " my phone". His heart gave a tug, that was enough for him to understand, the one secret that was left to discover was no longer a secret.

"Bushman " you said in your shakey voice, crying or rather shedding tears nonstop.

"he called? so I guess you know that..." before he could finish you said,

"mercenary". your face, the expression terrified the man thaf stood infront of you, it reminded him of his mother, when she blamed him for his dead brother.

"it's..." he couldn't say anything, what could he? what was there to say? everything is infront of you now.

"freaking mercenary" hurt, fear and disappointment was clear in your voice. Marc just stood there watching you, years of being blamed prepared him to not to cry, he didn't cry he just stood there.

"such a LIAR" you yelled at the word 'liar'.

"I didn't lie" Marc muttered under his breath.

"no, but you kept it hidden from me, and about your DID, what else now? what are you?"

he knew there wasn't anything left to discover but he still just stood there watching you. You stood there looking at the man you love, the image you had of him changing. Marc noticed the window behind you, the sky was cloudy, you always feared the thurders so he silently went passed you and closed the window so you don't be scared. You watched everything and laughed mocking his actions,

"oh my dear! oh Mr Marc Spector thinks he'd win me over again".

"I'm doing what I've always done, you fear the lightning so I... I'm sorry but I'm not a mercenary now" he said, ofcourse he wasn't anymore. but you could hardly let go off it, even though a voice in your head kept telling you 'please, you know he's the nicest guy to you, he's never hurt you, for a whole year as long as you've been together all he did is give you love and support, did you do the same?' the memories of him showering unconditional love on you played infront of you but then the scene infront of you was true too. You just wanted to run away, not caring about the weather,

"you know what?" you said looking at Marc "it's enough now, I'm... I'm going" that's all and you run. Marc could barely say anything but run after you, you ran down the stairs and landed on the road. The clouds, it terrified you, but better to run under it than being caught by Marc. So you thought and so you did. Following you marc landed on the road too, he didn't has it in him to utter a simple 'stop' to you. He knew how much his secrets hurted you and all he wanted was to hold in his arms and apologize.

You on the other hand ran, aimlessly, making all the few people outside stare until the Bright, flashing lightning lit up the sky like fireworks; banging, crashing thunder roaring furiously, sizzling, electrifying lightning zipping across the sky. It was a nightmare for you, all of these are nightmare for you anyway. but that was alot too handle, you fell on your knees, covering both your ears with your hands. Marc was terrified for you, he knew he'd freak you out but he had to, he held you in his arms as he too sat on the pavement. The sounds were terrifying, the flashing light reminded you of your life without these arms wrapped around you. Lonely, sad, scared. How can you smile without the man who did his best to keep you smiling? You let yourself fall into his arms and Marc tightened his grip around you. that's it, that's good, that's home. You allowed yourself to cry now, in his arms. After a minute or two you both stood up, that's when you saw Marc crying too, silently, like he always did when you doubted him, when you flirted with other men, when you took him for granted. Yet his hands reached to wipe your tears with a sad smile on his lips,

"I won't force you to stay, but I'd like if you forgive me, don't go like that please". he said with such pain that you could feel his heart was heavy,

"why do yoh care so much about me?" you enquired,

"because you know, I love you, you don't have to believe it but I do", he answered your question. You watched him, rather observed him. He lied or hid alot from you but one truth is that he genuinely loved you.

"You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." you said, tears still flowing down your eyes.

Marc's hand cupped your face as he said, " what can I do? one truth of my life is I love you" he then let go off you and turned around. He walked to his house knowing you'd sure leave him at this point. Until he heard footsteps and then saw your figure walking beside him to his house, he was confused ofcourse,

" you ... do you wanna come inside."

you looked at him with the expression of an annoyed girlfriend, the one he enjoyed extremely, " ofcourse, I need to get to my home, and these walls and rooms aren't my home, you are Marc, you are."

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Marc and Frenchie have such an interesting relationship.

Frenchie found Marc in their mercenary days and latched onto him. Absolutely loyal without question. When Marc goes against Bushman, Frenchie takes his side, but is too cautious to act. Frenchie stands back as Marc is beaten and left to die.

When Marc returns, Frenchie helps them leave Egypt and follows him back to New York to become his pilot. He essentially lives in Steven's mansion and is always on standby waiting for Moon Knight to call.

Frenchie is the only one from Marc's past that really knows who he is. While Marlene is obsessed with Steven, Frenchie is the only one that addresses Marc.

In times like these, we do get a rare glimpse of Marc fronting. Typically he prefers to let the other two be in charge and tries to pretend he doesn't exist. Yet when he's alone with Frenchie, we see the Marc that isn't about violence or pain.

He's open with Frenchie and Frenchie never takes jabs at him. While Marlene is always joking about how crazy he is, Frenchie has been there with Marc through some of the worst moments.

It's rumored that Frenchie was a Legionnaire, which was a group of highly trained French soldiers that allowed foreign recruits. He saw a lot of combat and a lot of terrible things. It's unclear why he joined the mercenaries. They never get into Frenchie's past really (unless my memory is shit and I stumble on it later while going through the comics, in which case I'll let you know). But it's heavily implied much later in the 2000s by a different writer that Frenchie was discharged for being gay and had no where else to go.

Much later by that same writer, Frenchie admits that he followd Marc because Marc was the first person to see him and treat him like a real human and he thought he was in love with Marc (though Marc is dense as a brick and had no idea Frenchie was gay).

But anyways, Frenchie never takes cheap shots about Marc's mental health. He cares for him and is always there to support him.

And in true Marc Spector fashion, after a moment of being open and vulnerable, he runs and pushes Lockley out to take over.

Moon Knight, Issue #5: There are some things you can't fight.

[katy-133]

Sniper's Past - Team Fortress 2 Theory

(TF2 comic spoilers relating to Sniper's backstory.)

Kinda related to my previous reblog about Medic's canon full name, and whether it is canon and which version is canon, but TF2's universe definitely has named other mercs in reference to irl history things.

We know from documentation (and the comics) what Sniper's first and last name is. Sniper's name is Mick Mundy (previously Mun-Dee), likely in reference to Crocodile Dundee (aka Mick Dundee), who popularised the "rugged bushman" image of Australia.

The film Crocodile Dundee was inspired by a Parkinson (BBC) interview with real life Australian cattle farmer and hunter Rod Ansell.

And you can say "but New Zealand--" but keep in mind that your place of birth (POB) and the place you grew up in and took in the culture of are two different things. For the sake of this discussion, Sniper's nationality is canonically Australian. His POB is New Zealand (which, side-note, in the TF2 universe is treated like the lost city of Atlantis), which he left as a baby Superman-origin-style via escape pod.

Anyways...

Sniper's bark line "Now THAT'S a knife!" is a paraphrased quote from the film Crocodile Dundee.

Additionally, Sniper's Razorback item looks like it is inspired by a Northern Queensland, Australia rainforest shield. This implies that Sniper (like Rod Ansell and Crocodile Dundee) was initiated by the Aboriginal Australian community at some point growing up.

(Second image is just one example of a Queensland pattern. There are many variations of colour and pattern used in Queensland rainforest shield art.)

I like how this idea expands on not just his past but also his character. Does he speak/understand Dyirbal or Urapunga? (Former is a language spoken in northeast Queensland, latter is the Aboriginal language Rod Ansell and Crocodile Dundee were fluent in.) Did Sniper take part in corroboree meetings? Was he trained (and in what) through the Aboriginal community? Does it affect how he views the land grab situation between RED and BLU? So many questions.

[leadshootingcupid]

hi hi!

soo, i've been reading about australian birds recently, and they’re so much more colorful and unique than the ones I grew up with! do you have any favorites, or are there any you'd like to talk about? i'd love to listen.

and, on another note... do you have any tips for staying warm? i’m freezing in this gloomy weather...

have a good one, yea? don’t forget to drink water and take breaks while working.

- 🪶

Hey mate! Nice to see ya.

Ah, there's a ton, of course, 'n I'd prolly be able to break the character limit in this thing if ya gave me the time.

Engie brought up Kookaburras not too long ago, so that's gonna be a good one to get more into. They got massively strong beaks on their li'l bodies, which helps 'em with their carnivore diet - even eatin small mammals 'n other birds if they can catch 'em.

Laughin' Kookaburras are monogamous, 'n they stay with the same partner for life. Sweet li'l critters.

They also call 'em the "bushman's alarm clock" - 'n they do that for good reason, let me tell ya. LOUD buggers they are.

'N they do sound like they're laughin. Not as offputtin' as a hyena may be (not by a long shot, if yer askin ol' Sniper), but it might scare ya straight if ya wake up to hearin' it for the first time.

Other ones I'd count to my favorites gotta be Rainbow Lorikeets, Tawny Frogmouths (ya GOTTA look those up if ya haven't seen em yet), Southern Cassowaries 'n Rock Parrots.

We also got penguins! Little Penguins, to be exact. Someone got bloody bored on choosin' names right there, HAH. They also 'em Fairy Penguins, though. I like the colorin' on those. Buggers look blue-ish when light hits 'em right.

As far as stayin' nice 'n warm goes... ya definitely gotta onion layer yer clothes, put on good socks 'n a good jacket, make sure yer inner layers keep as dry as possible if yer outside, 'n absolutely keep yer neck covered.

A scarf might not look like much, but it can save yer life.

For better advice, ya might actually wanna ask our big guy instead. He's got a lot more experience when it comes to not freezin' than yer Aussie does.

Anyhow, you take care too, will ya?

'Preciate ya. October 's gettin busy but 's nothin the the team 'n I can't handle. 'N I did sober up 'n drink a bunch of water today anyway, ok. Thanks, mate.

[lazlolullaby]

Where is the Moon Knight AU where Marc and Layla's patron Gods are swapped? and now my brain can't work because it extended into a full roleswap AU?

Layla's father came back from a successful dig with a trove of information and a lovely little ushabti of Khonshu. However, Abdullah is acting strange, talking to thin air, going out at night, researching further into obscure things. The lights are also flickering no matter how much she checks the generator and the wind keeps blowing despite the doors being shut.

Abdullah El-Faouly is the Eye of Khonshu: being banished for so long from the world, the God needs some time to adjust before going forward with his plan of punishing evildoers. (this was Khonshu trying so hard to be like the Ennead, but he could not abandon his nature to protect.) Abdullah ends up breaking the contract and Khonshu leaves the ushabti behind as a token of protection.

(then there is Arthur Harrow, the Talons of Khonshu. While his willingness to perform violence is a boon, sometimes he is too eager.)

Everything is fine for a while, then mercenaries break in to find the artifact. Bushman threatens them. Layla fights and takes down most of them, but her father is still hurt. One of the remaining mercenaries turns on Bushman. (He starts the mission as Marc - but since he can't handle another innocent death on his hands, backs out and swaps with Jake.)

During the struggle, Layla gets shot. Jake gets things done and then scatters. (he believes that he killed her. this has. repercussions on the system.)

Khonshu at first just wanted to revive Abdullah, but at his insistence he gives up being an Avatar so Layla can be revived. "she is going to be angry. You won't be there to see it." "she would have gone after them anyway."

(Khonshu abandons Harrow for this, not sure if it was worth it.)

Abdullah is right. Layla does go on a hunt, now as the Wings of Khonshu. Moon Scarab, to the underworld and the rumor mill.

She's mad about everything. Mad that her father presumed she needed saving, mad that she has to listen to an angry bird. (Rage, though it burns hot, always burns out. It's better than the cold certainty of Harrow's punish before wrongdoing. It is worth it.)

(Layla isn't unhinged, she's just gripping very tight to the hinges, thank you for asking.)

Weeks pass and she finds the last person of the mercenary group. A man cuffed to a wheelchair in a psych ward, sedated.

"His mind is fractured. Broken." Khonshu says. "It could be a fitting punishment, to keep him here. His body rotting while his mind spins in fruitless cycles."

"or he could be very good at hiding. One way to find out."

Layla is an excellent forger - a release for the merc, a small flat and money to keep him in town while he recovers from treatment. She feeds him a lie about being a family friend. There's a flicker of distrust.

"I've got a condition - blacking out, memory issues, insomnia - I'll be up reading all night." He says his name is Steven, but she knows better. "Are you sure you want to be flatmates?"

"I have places to be at night." Khonshu flickers the lights.

"Oh. Fine. Night owl, that's...fine."

"Don't worry about the lights, the landlord never answers the calls." don't mind that she's the landlord.

Her coming home with bruises and cuts. Steven flinches, insisting they go out to get bandages because they don't have a proper first aid kit. The awkward stare off with a hurt lady and a nervous guy VS the night shift cashier that's Seen it All. "bar fight. I won." Layla grins, blood on her teeth.

(The little moment where they're close as he's putting a bandage on her nose and being. so. tender. to someone who's never been more than 'distractedly polite' to him. His face changing to something new, something strange and lovely.)

When she finds him hitting himself, it's not that hard for him to explain. "I don't - I don't know if this is real. Jake is very sure you're dead!"

It turns out after the night of the attack, Jake got them far away as possible. He resolved to become a night driver and Steven to keep house in the day. Marc woke up and realized an alter was trying to build a life and just...let them. Better than mercenary work.

Steven gets worried about his missing time and gets therapy...and the therapist realizes, tells them and pushes them too hard to "come together as one whole"...Jake snaps and he's forced into a psych ward.

They cribbed together some form of communication on the psych ward thanks to a different therapist and the other patients. Marc's immense guilt wanted them to stay. But Jake and Steven wanted the body out. If they spent more time in the ward, they might reveal some crimes and the system doubts that they'll be allowed this level of help in a prison.

When Layla arrived to take them, it was an opportunity they didn't want to refuse.

"We don't want to be one person. We want to be ourselves." Steven fully introduces them after that. "We are the Hippo system! Like the Hippocampus of the brain that works with memory - that's Marc - and navigation - that's Jake!" He spells it out, "He Isn't a People Person Otherwise!"

"Who's he?"

Steven shrugs. "I dunno. I'm just here for general life, Jake is here for protection and gossip and Marc...he's well. Not as social as he'd like to be. I'm not supposed to know about it, that's not my "function", as the doc would say but...whatever happened that made us us was too much for one person to bear. It happened before we met you, so it's not your fault."

Layla shrugs. "What can you tell me about that night?"

"I can't tell you. That's part of the point, us being separate and all."

She eventually gets an answer out of them. Layla also lies and says she wasn't as badly hurt as they saw and shows off her Moon Scarab suit with the healing. (Jake accepts that answer at face value. Steven is a little concerned but willing to let it slide. Marc is suspicious.)

Now with their first round of secrets gone, they feel more at home. The Hippo System settles in as a decent partner in her artifact retrieval - he can put his mercenary skills to a good cause and she doesn't have to hide that burning rage as much. (the rage dims, is soothed and that's not good for vengeance.)

Khonshu starts to intrude, making noises about using the Hippo System as his next Avatar. Layla pulls away, tries to keep them apart because she Knows any more pressure on that mind is going to break them apart.

Wendy Spector dies and the Hippo system is thrown out of balance.

(The rage ignites. She's always held it together - her family after her mother died, her composure when people talked over her and her knowledge of Egypt, her home, now the Hippo system. It's always been up to her and she's resigned and vicious and not holding back.)

Layla makes a judgement call and goes after Harrow alone.

The system recovers. Steven now knows why he exists. He does not flinch from Layla's rage, does not fall for Harrow's twisted philosophy, not like Marc or Jake would. He rallies the system to action, to save the world.

Harrow was able to get dirt on Marc's past and tries to kill him with Judgement, but it doesn't work. He reveals about Khonshu, that his partner is lying to him and it does strain the relationship.

Things follow canon. Khonshu gets sealed into stone. Layla dies and Marc blends in as a follower.

Tawaret tries to ask him to be her Avatar, but he refuses. "Do you know what I did as a child to my brother? What my mother did to me over and over for it? Why would you even want me to defend women and children?"

And he releases Khonshu. "Ah. Big pigeon! No wonder Layla was so bloody ready to be rid of you! Get back to her then! Go on!"

And Tawaret comes back. "Temporary Avatar. I don't want any more voices in my head than I started with."

And he becomes Hippo Knight, because why not?

And they win against Harrow and the cult of Ammit. The system helps Layla stop giving into her rage to kill Harrow. Everyone should be able to choose good or evil.

(Steven kept in contact with the patients and nurses in the psych ward. Harrow is preaching violence again and well. He made his choice. Jake drives Layla over to meet with him. Marc holds her tight.)

[abyssalbrews]

Bushman

High res versions of the art, a Foundry VTT module, and other formats, as well as a full compendium of our 100+ items can be found on our Patreon

I’ve always underestimated the usefulness of druidic types. Perhaps it was the chanting and tea leaf whispering that drew me away from their practices, but I can’t deny that there’s no better specialist to have by your side when you plan on trudging through dense wilderness. Their connection with the world around them is truly something magical to behold, even if they do often smell like wet dog. Anyways, here’s a little gift to give to the druids in your party, should they need it. Air fresheners are not included sadly.

If you want to see more of our items you can check us out on our Website, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr, Bluesky, Threads or Instagram where we post them regularly. You can also find us at our Discord server where you can hang out and chat with the community.