#mine is tf2. btw.

[atomiccryptid]

also feel free to say your fandom + how long you were into dsmp in the tags (or literally anything else you want)

also the OP YOU FORGOT section (which is very valid idk why i chose any of these beyond 'i have seen it on my dash/on trending':

undertale

JWRI

general dnd things

magpod

one piece

star wars

homestuck

dr who

good omens

starkid

several misc videogames (including my own hyperfixation)

[mail-me-a-snail]

TRUE BLU - CHAPTER ART ii.-v.

the complete collection of the weekly chapter art i did for my fic true blu ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ also, idk if it was obvious before this post, but...

...each piece that has red in it lines up with the next ^_^ if you somehow noticed this before i pointed it out, congrats! you get a billion funny monies

[saragrosie]

Some general tf2 sketch fart i never posted

[averageludwig]

Could you draw art of Spy x Sniper :3 only if u want ofc

I cant stand gay people. this ship makes me SO. mad (affectionately)

3rd art post of today?? I have been forgetting this req for wayyy too long and I love this pair SOOO i couldnt wait to post it tomorrorrw :3 this pose was a pain BTW JESUS

[parisoonic]

Hiiii hello! I've been seeing your posts in my feed lately and decided to subscribe (I LOVE your art and Heavymedic and I ADORE the way you portray them) and then I noticed you liked dinosaurs too! That's so so cool!!! Idk if this has ever been asked before but what's your favourite dinosaur?? 🥺🥺🥺

(mine is ubirajara jubatus they're so neat)

Thank you for following and your lovely comments!! Glad you like how I portray them! I'm quite particular which definitely inhibits the volume as I end up doing a lot of self pruning lol I hadn't heard of ubirajara jubatus before! I LOVE any dinosaur which has a silly feature like Majungasaurus' TINY non-exsistant arms, Deinocheirus general whatever-the-hell-it's-doing or every-ceratopsian-and-their-stupid-varied-skulls will always be my favourites. Psittacosaurus and Styracosaurus come to immediate mind BUT i'm only human and a massive sucker for big charismatic megafauna (and a huge basic bastard to boot) so Spinosaurus ends up eeking everything out.

I love it's weird shape...I love that it only gets weirder the more pieces we (re)discover of it! There's a leaked paper synopsis circulating at the moment so I'm eagerly waiting have a read through of that with a cuppa when that is published. I'm very anti-'clutter' so me having this guy watching over me as I draw on a bookcase is a testament to how much I like him...he's friends with my Heavy lol

[cl0wnbytez]

First post here we go #freakmode

[theadorableundead]

MEDIC TF2 NPTS

Names: Medic, Ludwig, Fritz, Dove, Mal (short for malpractice /j)

Pronouns: blood/bloods, gore/gores, med/meds or med/medi, saw/saws, heal/heals, bone/bones, do/dove 💉/💉s, 🫀/🫀s

Titles: [prn] who practices medicine, [prn] who heals, the medic, [red/blu] team's medic, [prn] who performs surgery, the one who cares for doves, the one who wields a bonesaw

[queensqueercourt]

More NATM au doodles i wanted to draw gay people from entirely different time periods ok? ok.

free to ask questions about the AU too!

[numba1ma]

Sooo.. How old is each of your sons???????????

Oh? Why ya askin? Ya wanna know if they’re single too? Some of em are!

Oh I’m pullin ya leg!

So Henry, my first, is gonna be 31 in a couple months. My oldest baby!

Johnny, my second oldest, is turnin 30 next month!

My sweet boy Ralphie is 29 and Lenny is 28 but only 5 months younger than Ralphie!

Benny is 27 and the twins, Ernie and Andy are 26.

My little man Jeremy is 24!

That’s all my boys! Little monsters when they were younger but I love each of them so much. They need to call me more.

[draculas-tits]

shitting on my friend's sentry while he talks about what a great place it is for a sentry

[azuralnguyendd]

@darkcloudsatnight @melondaskelet0n

This u??

gravel

[moonisagremlin]

First time I ever drew my OC VS Last time I've drawn her :3

1. I wasn't expecting my old art to be this cool omg.

2. YES AT SOME POINT I FORGOT HOW THE COLOURS WENT AND ACCIDENTALLY SWITCHED THEM. NO I DO NOT REGRET FORGETTING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT STILL LOOKS COOL AF.

3. I think it's kind of beautiful how she has changed along me. This past 4 years have not been the best for me (although 2024 has been my year, holy shit my mental health has been so much better) and I think she kinda reflects that change. Started with dull colours, skinny, looking kinda badass but at the same time dead inside. And now she looks happy, has gained weight, and just feels... alive. It now seems like she would get out of the sketchbook page and go on a walk with me through the park while we watch the red and orange leaves fall. She feels human, she feels warm.

4. It's been 3 years and she still doesn't have a fucking name.

[mail-me-a-snail]

i love you to the bone

b+w version and crop under the cut !!

[sapphirechaosshark]

Three version art jumpscare lmao. Ravish, Sapphire, Anne, and Amber all in the same pic.

[ishganytoja]

Sorry OW2 fans

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?

Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3

I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.

Mercs with somebody who gives them food

Scout:

- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)

- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like “This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.

- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.

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Soldier:

- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.

- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.

- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.

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Demoman:

- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.

- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”

- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.

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Engineer:

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!

- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.

- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.

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Heavy:

- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.

- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.

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Pyro:

- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)

- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.

- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.

- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.

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Sniper:

- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.

- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.

- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.

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Medic:

- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.

- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.

- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.

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Spy:

- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.

- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?

- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.