#tf2 fan fic
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
aussie-bookworm · 14 days ago
Text
I think my favourite flavour of Pyro dialogue in fic is stuff like this
Tumblr media
69 notes · View notes
Text
Should I get an Ao3 if I’m gonna post longer form fan fiction? I had been planning to post it here cause I thought I could make a post that’s only visible via permalink through my blog navigation, but APPARENTLY NO. Help! I just like old men tf2 but don’t want to traumatize random tumblrs
2 notes · View notes
trypo-p · 1 month ago
Text
Things that TF2 Fanfictions need to do
Not make Soldier look like a complete villain in EVERY fic. I'm so tired of this.
Actually include Demoman
Give Heavy a personality outside of "I love this Doktor!"
Not completely baby Pyro. Pyro isn't a child. Sure they have childlike whimsy but they aren't an actual child.
Include Sniper into the "Scout needs a Dad" trope.
Make Engineer swear more
Give Sniper more of a personality outside of being a loner. Sure he is a loner but he can also be outgoing!
Oblivious Miss Pauling. Also not making her whole personality "girl boss" she's got personality too!!!
Bottom Heavy. Do I have to elaborate.
Awkward Top Scout. We know how things went with Zhanna.
Make Spy more disgusting. "He's fancy and a gentleman" he publicly pisses on walls too and this is canon.
Please make Spy more awkward. He seems smart but he really isn't the smartest. Have you heard ANY of the voice lines he says after dominating someone? They're goofy as hell and I love them
Medic having a personality outside of being gay. We know he's fruity but he's got a bit more to him than fruit.
Sniper is a nerd about his job. He has an apricot air freshener in his van + he makes the code word between him and Spy "apricot". We need more nerdy Sniper.
302 notes · View notes
gingerale13 · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2 scenes from the fic where Scout gets stuck in a time loop -- Going Through The Motions by the wonderful @aussie-bookworm! GO READ IT ON AO3!!
+ Alt versions under the cut
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
346 notes · View notes
koyot1 · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
I'm building a wall, everyday it's getting higher. This time I won't end up another victim of love! 🎶
126 notes · View notes
some-pers0n · 2 months ago
Text
Demo without a shadow of a doubt is 100% the most mischaracterized and misunderstood character in the fandom and I get kinda annoyed with people either ignoring it entirely or downplaying it whenever it's brought up by saying "yeah all the mercs get this treatment too" as if Demo isn't consistently the one who gets this treatment the worst. Like for as much flack as the other mercs get from people, Demo almost never gets properly characterized unless it's from someone properly obsessed with him
It's genuinely infuriating to see people consistently pass up his character and treat him as though he's a blank jokey-joke character who only exists to make "haha alcoholism" and "haha black person" jokes like please for the love of god at least attempt to read into his character as much as you do with the other ones. If you can write and draw all this angst and analysis related to Scout and Medic you can at do the favour of understanding Demo a little more, no?
43 notes · View notes
scruncheduppaper · 1 year ago
Text
tf2 shitposting again
Tumblr media Tumblr media
251 notes · View notes
thetriggeredhappy · 11 months ago
Text
people comment on running blind like "i know this fic is five years old but-" dude im still fully here. i worked on taking shots TODAY. truly "sometimes i can still hear his voice" like cmon next youre gonna tell me tf2 is an old game
59 notes · View notes
megsiepoo · 5 months ago
Text
            "Mein gott, I am fine," Ludwig cried, leaping up from his seat to emphasize his point before immediately falling right back down, his knees buckling in protest. The two men rushed forward in a panic, catching the former doctor and easing him back into his seat, a strained 'danke' passing through gritted teeth. Medic glued his eyes to his lap and gripped onto his thighs, his fingers digging painfully through the material; a professional to his core, he loathed being seen as weak, especially among his peers.             "Look, doc," Engineer began, giving Medic's shoulder a gentle squeeze, "if you say you're going to be ok, we'll believe you. You'd tell us if there was something to worry about. But you do an awful lot to take care of everyone. Why don’t you let us take care of you for a change?"
Hellooo tf2 fandom! I come bearing an offering. There will be more. Whether that's a threat or a promise is up for your interpretation.
This was genuinely very fun to write! And this fic also helped drag me out of a writing funk. I'm looking forward to doing more for the fandom. And don't worry cotl readers, I'll return soon. Consider this a hiatus period while I fight burnout.
Anyway, a big thank you to all my readers, and feedback appreciated as always!
21 notes · View notes
aussie-bookworm · 3 months ago
Text
Going Through The Motions: Bonus Bits
Hi all! I'll keep this quick but we recently hit 4k hits on Going Through The Motions! I can't believe it! Thank you all for reading my silly little fic.
As thanks, I went through my cut content document and polished up these missing scenes from Chapter Four: Help. I originally wrote full scenes of Scout asking each merc for help but decided it was going to make an already long chapter too long and it was a bit repetitive so I cut it down to the basics.
These scenes take place between Scout asking Engie for help and asking Spy for help. Thank you to the lovely @gingerale13 for proofreading! Enjoy!
Demo finished his list of names on the blackboard and put a cross next to Engie’s name.
“Alright, next up is…”
***
“Heavy?” Scout asked, knocking on the man’s door. “Can we come in? I need your help.”
“Da. Just cleaning Sasha. Door is unlocked. Do not touch gun.”
Scout hesitantly opened the door to see Heavy sitting on the floor of his room, surrounded by gun parts, focused on cleaning the barrel. 
Scout shot a nervous look at Demo who nodded. 
Honestly, Scout doubted Heavy would be able to help him, but he had to make his way through the list.
“What is problem?” Heavy asked, not looking up from his task.
Scout slowly sat down, cross-legged across from him, making an effort not to touch Sasha.
How would he even explain this? Scout knew that with Heavy, you had to be blunt.
“I need your help. I’m stuck living in a loop of the same day.”
Heavy merely raised an eyebrow and continued cleaning.
“So you come to me for joke?”
Scout blinked, leaning away from Heavy.
“What? No! Nonono! Heavy it ain’t a joke! I'm actually in a time loop! Tell him Demo!”
Demo sat down next to Scout with a sigh.
“It’s all true, Heavy. Swear on my mum’s life.”
Heavy hummed to himself, as he gently placed the barrel down and started cleaning the rotor. 
“And you come to me because you have no other options.”
It was not a question, but a statement of fact.
“How did you…?”
“Little Scout would not willingly come to me for help with magic problem unless no options are available. So you come to Heavy.”
Scout bit his lip with a frown as he looked away.
Heavy was smarter than Scout gave him credit for. The team always saw him as a big gun-obsessed Russian. Maybe there was more to him than Scout originally thought.
“Yeah, but–”
“Heavy,” Demo interrupted, holding a hand out in front of Scout to shut him up. “Have you noticed anything off with Scout during the last couple of days or weeks? Or just… anything noteworthy that could change things?”
Heavy was silent as he slowly started reassembling his gun.
“Cannot think of anything. Little Scout is little Scout as always,” he eventually commented. “I have suggestions but do not think little Scout would listen.”
“Suggestions?” Scout’s ears perked up. “What do you have for me, big guy?”
Heavy sighed as he continued to skillfully put Sasha back together.
“Understand that team is looking out for little Scout and is not babying him. Understanding others’s motives is good thing for strong team, da?”
Scout sighed.
“Yeah, I know,” he responded dejectedly. “Been through enough loops of you telling me that to get it through my thick skull.”
Heavy was unperturbed.
“Team is only as strong as weakest link. When one succeeds, all succeed.”
That made sense, Scout guessed. No ‘i’ in team and all that. 
But Scout already knew this from his baseball days! How was this supposed to help?!
“Anythin’ else?”
Heavy was silent again as he finished up his assembly. Sasha stood proud in front of Scout, ready for action.
As Scout stared at the gun, Heavy finally turned his gaze over to Scout and assessed him.
“Teamwork requires communication. Speak to Sniper.”
“What?!” 
“You have been avoiding Sniper. I have seen it. Speak to Sniper.”
Scout spluttered, trying to come up with a response.
“He’s right lad,” Demo spoke up. “Even I have noticed you’re avoiding him and I’m drunk half the time!”
Was that why Engie had suggested it yesterday? Had he also noticed and decided not to be as blunt as Heavy?
No! He couldn’t risk it! He barely got through that awkward conversation when he tried to give Sniper a compliment! Why would he decide to do that again?!
“I… I’ll do it, tomorrow,” Scout lied.
Heavy nodded.
“Very good. Is there anything else Heavy can do to help?”
“Don’t think so. Thanks, big guy.”
Heavy smiled and nodded. He stood up and picked up Sasha. Scout took that as his cue to leave. 
Quietly, Scout stood up and Demo went to follow. He opened the door as Demo slipped through.
Scout threw a look over his shoulder to see Heavy starting to clean his supplies, before shutting the door behind him.
Scout turned to see Demo looking at him. Silently, they both turned and started to walk down the hallway.
“So, tomorrow you’ll talk to Sniper, right?” Demo asked, breaking the silence.
Scout quickly wiped the scowl off his face before Demo could notice.
“Yep!” Scout lied.
***
“So we’ve talked to Engie and Heavy? We’re making good time,” Demo commented.
“I guess,” Scout responded. “So who’s next?”
***
“Hey Medic, got a minute?”
Medic’s head snapped up from the corpse he was experimenting on and looked at Scout as he and Demo pushed the doors to the infirmary open.
“Herr Scout, you know where the plasters are. You do not need my help to put one on.”
“No, it’s not that.”
Medic sighed. 
“What is it then? Herr Demo might need my help and you are wasting my valuable time.”
Demo shook his head.
“No doc, I’m fine,” he responded. “Scout needs your help, though.”
“Verdammt. What is it?”
Demo gave Scout an encouraging nod as Medic continued to operate on the corpse. Scout let out a nervous breath.
Of course, he was nervous about this! He knew what Medic did last time Scout told him about the loop!
“I need you to promise me you won’t try to give me meds this time, okay?”
“…This time?”
“Just promise, okay?”
Medic shot Scout a confused look but slowly nodded.
“Ja, okay, I promise.”
Scout sighed. 
Good enough, he guessed.
“I’m in a time loop,” Scout blurted out. “If you can help me that’d be great. Have you noticed anything off with me in the last couple of days?” 
Medic blinked, processing the stream of speech that was directed at him. 
His scalpel slipped out of his hand and into the corpse’s rib cage as he turned his head to look at Demo who had a serious expression on his face. Medic turned back to Scout.
“O…kay?” Medic eventually answered, picking up the scalpel. “Am I to understand you have been experiencing the same day on repeat?”
Scout nodded.
“Yeah. Demo suggested I talk to everyone and see if they can help.”
“Really, we just want to see if there’s something Scout can change that I haven’t already noticed,” Demo helpfully added.
Medic looked up at Demo through his eyelashes.
“And what have you noticed, Herr Demo?”
Demo said nothing, staring at the doctor. Medic frowned and tilted his head. 
As the two seemingly had a silent conversation among themselves, only nodding and pulling faces, Scout bit his lip.
“Uh… I can go if you want,” Scout spoke up.
“No need, Herr Scout,” Medic replied with a bloody wave. “I was just making sure Herr Demo and I are on the same page.”
“Okay then. Can you help me? You’re smart – surely you can think of something!”
Medic put a hand to his chin in thought.
“Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything major that could break this loop you speak of,” he mused as he placed the scalpel he was using down and reached towards Scout. “Unless you let me look at your brain and the observable effects under the loop–”
“Nuh-uh! No way!” Scout interrupted, slapping one of Medic’s hands away. “Besides, you wouldn’t even fuckin’ remember it!”
“Ja, but how often do I get to observe the synapses of a brain undergoing extreme stress and magic? Oh! I wonder if brain activity would remain the same as the previous loop! Or would it change as you are experiencing a different flow of time?”
“You’re scarin’ the lad, doc,” Demo piped up.
Medic laughed as Scout staggered backwards.
“Just imagine…” Medic said to himself.
Scout frowned slightly. He wasn’t going to get much more out of Medic which was somehow both a blessing and a curse.
“I… I’m gonna go. If you can think of anything that can get me out, let me know before midnight.”
That conversation seemed pretty quick and painless. Scout wondered if the conversations with the rest of the team would be the same.
As Scout turned to leave, Medic perked up. 
“Ah, Herr Scout?” Medic spoke up.
Goddamn it.
Scout silently begged for this conversation not to go where he thought it was going to go.
“Yeah?”
“Have you spoken to Herr Sniper about this?”
Fuck.
What was everyone's obsession with him speaking with Sniper?! Scout avoiding Sniper wasn’t that bad, was it? 
“Oh um… he’s later down on our list. I-I’ll talk to him then.”
Medic nodded approvingly
“Good, good. I recommend you speak to him earlier. He might have seen something similar to this during his career.”
Scout frowned.
“Why don’t I speak to Spy then? He’s way older and has probably seen more shit.”
“The man is… Scheiße, what’s the word in English?”
“A prick?” Scout suggested.
“Secretive,” Demo offered.
“Ja! Secretive! He does not like to share details of his past. Although…”
Demo cleared his throat.
“One problem at a time, doc,” Demo interrupted. 
“But it might–”
“Doc, not our place to say, remember?”
Scout blinked.
“Are youse hiding something from me?”
Demo and Medic made an obvious effort to look away from Scout, who was starting to feel very left out.
“Okay… You don’t gotta tell me anything. Just figured it might help break this loop quicker,” Scout muttered.
Demo sighed.
“Sorry lad. If we told you, he’d probably kill us.”
What?
“Even if you won’t remember tomorrow?”
“Herr Scout, drop it,” Medic snapped.
Scout recoiled and stared at the two men.
“Alright, alright! I’ll go! I’ll leave you two to your secrets, assholes.”
With a scoff, Scout sulked off to his room. 
Quietly Demo shook his head at Medic.
“Plan B,” he whispered.
“Ah, I see. Good luck getting him to speak to Herr Sniper. He’s stubborn as a mule.”
Demo groaned.
“It’s gotta happen sooner or later. Either way, are we still good for drinks tomorrow?”
“Ja. Heavy found a new bar that’s opened in town that we haven’t been banned from yet!”
***
“This would be more effective if I could remember these previous conversations,” Demo muttered, drawing crosses next to Engie, Heavy and Medic’s names.
“Yeah, well, they’re not very helpful,” Scout said, trying to decipher the names on the blackboard. “Are you sure about this one?”
“Well, who do you go to for a fantastical scenario? That’s right, you go to…”
***
“Pyro! Hey buddy, are you free right now?”
“Mmph! Mm-Mmph! Mm!”
Scout and Demo walked inside and sat down at Pyro’s tea party table.
Now, this conversation should be nice and quick, right?
“Pyro, I need some help from you.”
“Mph mm?”
“Yeah. You see, Merasmus cursed me to live the same day over and over again.”
“Mm-mmph!”
“I know, buddy. He said that I can only break it when I make a huge change to myself, but I don’t know what else to change. Have you noticed anything I need to change?”
Pyro was silent before they jumped up from their seat and ran over to their bed where Balloonicorn was resting. 
They thrust Balloonicorn into Scout’s arms for a hug, bouncing slightly. 
Honestly, Scout couldn’t say no to Pyro. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around the plush toy and squeezed. Demo snorted from next to him.
“Does Balloonicorn know how to break the curse?” Scout hesitantly asked from his hug. 
Pyro shook their head.
“Mph mmphmm mph mph mmph mmphmm!”
“He wanted me to feel better?”
Pyro nodded.
“But you and Balloonicorn don’t know what else I could change?”
Pyro deflated slightly and shook their head. 
“Mmph.”
“No, it’s okay. We haven’t had much luck with the others either.”
Pyro looked away and started tapping their foot.
“Mmph mph mmph mmphmph?”
Not this again.
“What’d they say, lad?” Demo asked.
Was this coordinated?! How much did the team talk about Scout and Sniper behind their backs?
“They asked if I had spoken to Sniper yet. We’re doin’ that tomorrow.”
Pyro cheered and clapped their hands before going in to give Scout a bone-crushing hug. Scout gave a small smile and pat Pyro on the back. 
As he turned to walk back into the hallway, Scout’s smile slipped off his face and was replaced with a scowl.
He was running out of time and excuses.
***
“Okay, so we’ve talked to Engie, Heavy, Medic and Pyro. Now we’re onto the S’s. Are you ready to speak to…”
“Actually Demo? I fucked up. We spoke to Sniper yesterday. I just forgot to tell you,” Scout lied.
He didn’t want to risk anything. 
The way things currently were with Sniper was fine, Scout told himself.
He didn’t want to scare Sniper away thanks to some dumb feelings he had.
“…Why did you…?”
“I just forgot,” Scout responded. “All these talks with everyone are kinda blending into one. Sniper didn’t know shit and it was so similar to our convo with Heavy that I kinda just… forgot one. Sorry.”
Demo was silent, drumming his fingers on the table.
“Sniper didn’t say anything helpful?”
“Nah. It sucks but he didn’t know anything to help.”
One little white lie couldn’t hurt, right? 
Demo sighed and turned back to the blackboard, drawing a cross next to Sniper’s name. He muttered something under his breath Scout didn’t catch.
“Alright then. Today we’ll be speaking to…”
***
“Soldier?” Scout called, knocking on the door
“Atten…tion!”
Demo leaned into Scout space.
“…Do we salute or…?” Demo asked.
Scout shrugged as he knocked again.
“Solly, can we come in? I need your help.”
“Affirmative, Private Second-Class! You may enter!”
Scout pushed the door open to reveal Soldier doing push-ups in the centre of the room. 
Scout blinked at the sight in front of him. Did the guy ever rest?!
“At ease, Soldiers!” Soldier ordered, getting to his feet. “You requested aid?!”
Scout shot a hesitant look at Demo before turning back to Soldier.
“Uh… yeah, I did, Solly. I need your help. I’m stuck in a time loop and can’t get out. Is there anything you think I need to change about myself that could break the loop?”
Solider hummed as he put a finger to his chin and tapped his foot.
“Have you spoken to Merasmus about this?”
“Affirmativ- I mean, yeah, but he wasn’t able to crack it! He suggested I find something I needed to change, but I can’t find anything else! I’ve won so many matches, I’ve been to your boot camp so many times, I don’t fuckin’ know what else to do!”
Soldier frowned.
“Then, I have got nothing to offer.”
Scout deflated. He was starting to get sick and tired of this song and dance.
“Alright, thanks, Solly.”
As they turned to leave, Scout could see out of the corner of his eye, Soldier perk up.
“Private second class!” 
Oh no. If this was about–
“Have you informed the Sniper?”
Scout blinked, saying nothing, and just glaring at the corner of the room.
“P-private second class?” Soldier asked, sounding hesitant for the first time since Scout had met him.
Scout ignored him, robotically turning and leaving without saying a word, leaving both Soldier and Demo dumbfounded.
“What is wrong with Private second-class?” Soldier turned to Demo.
Demo sighed.
“Janey, he’s been doing this for fifty-nine days. All things considered, I’m surprised he hasn’t plumb given up.”
“Hm… His determination is admirable! When he fixes this, I think I will give him a rank-up! And a medal!”
“You do that, Janey.”
45 notes · View notes
fishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 4 months ago
Text
Autistic coded characters that use coloured lenses for sensory reasons 🙏
I fucking love it when it becomes relevant even just in fan content and there’s that moment of weakness where they feel really stupid and are waiting to be belittled for it but rather than get made fun of for it there’s that little moment of understanding from the other person and they feel seen and and jusyJDJSBDJSHXJ- 🔥🔥🔥
11 notes · View notes
jamisonwritestf2trash · 10 months ago
Text
Im so normal
16 notes · View notes
honkshoo-zzz · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
more saxwell, specifically from my fic, Don’t Go, linked below ;)))
48 notes · View notes
signofthestriking · 2 years ago
Text
I have this odd childhood memory of asking my mom if it was possible to get addicted to cough drops and she kinda explained the differences between a substance dependency and a psychological addiction, and she had no idea I was asking because of an edgy and highly explicit red medic fanfic i had stumbled upon
92 notes · View notes
Note
This thought has been bouncing around in my brain like a dvd player logo for days now and I gotta put it out into the world somewhere. Medic 100% has a worship kink. That is all.
Ohhn 100000% absolutely. Between his canon characterization and my own personal way of characterizing him (which is based on how Medic players tend to behave, as in he loves to complain and constantly talks about how hard his life is and how no one appreciates him) he definitely enjoys being treated with that kind of honor. And not to out myself but dare I say it he deserves it! Absolutely sir you work soooo hard and the only way I can appreciate you is by groveling at your feet (<- guy who is desperate to see the full tity)
31 notes · View notes
azulsluver · 10 months ago
Text
I want to physically punch scout in the throat and then tuck him in bed with a kiss goodnight
6 notes · View notes