#tf2 modern au

[nekoboygandalf]

[anxious-ace]

Difference between the 2 teams:

Blue team knows more basic information about each other (names, ages, birthdays, likes/dislikes, and hobbies) whereas Red team knows more deep stuff (disorders, phobias, parts of childhood, etc), with that said I don't know which team would be closer/work better together though (probably red let's be honest) but either way both teams are close enough to get shit done.

Oh and I have different ships for 'em:

for Red it's HeavyMedic and Trucks n' Vans

for Blue it's science party and Boots n' Bombs

[ddarianne]

Hear me out: That old devil-meem au, but medic as a lil' shit who annoys everyone.

[half-a-life-left]

W... would it hurt to s see the sheriff in your style...??? THANKS!!!!!; \(◣ _ ◢)/

bitches love him for his cowboy swag and cowardly disposition

[meet-the-net]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

Dude. He wears Carhartt, can never decide between soft academia and skater aesthetics, has one (1) ear piercing, has a blue-black dyed mullet, uses mascara to enhance his stache, owns a company and a ship, smokes zaza, wears nautical themed jewelry, sells fish, smuggles weapons and is a sleebing sleebjer. I need him dead. /aff

[paninicupcakke]

Another Masked Freak🪓

(Tf2 crossover x Friday the 13th fic)

(In honor of my favorite Halloween slasher movie of all time, I decided to write this crossover fic :3 this started off as a silly draft but it spiraled into way more then I thought)

(TW/CW: spiking drinks/canon typical medic behavior)

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“I-I think there’s someone on the back porch.” Medic firmly stated. Hesitantly pointing out the window leading to their base’s backyard. Medic, Engineer and Demoman all anxiously huddled around the window. Examining the tall, ominous figure slowly walking around the wooden porch. Rain droplets soon began drizzling down from the night sky and onto the masked killer.

“Great, another masked freak.” Demo added then took a quick swig of his scrumpy. Engineer walked away from the window to grab a shotgun that was stood up against the wall nearby. Medic and Demo continued watching the large killer’s movements. Jason grabbed his drenched coat sleeves and began peeling his first wet layer off. A soaked white t-shirt was underneath, revealing the undead man’s surprisingly muscular torso. He began ringing out his soaked coat over some dead grass nearby. Medic couldn’t help but fixate on the killer’s massive forearms and hands as they worked together. Jason paused for a moment, flinging his coat over his shoulder. He suddenly knelt down and began gently petting a small frog that was sat in a puddle of water. Such a small gesture spoke volumes. The salacious doctor couldn’t contain his infatuation with this fascinating specimen any longer.

“I think we are overreacting a bit. Should we go say hello?” Medic suggested while clearly ogling the killer’s visible muscles.

“You’re outta your damn mind. I ain’t goin’ out there!” Engineer stated sternly. Medic stood up from being crouched over the window, he swiftly adjusted both his glasses and tie.

“Suit yourself.” Medic said while confidently walking over to the back door.

“It was good knowin’ ya doc.” Demo added. Medic swiftly unlocked and opened the backdoor wide open. Both of the other mercenaries flinched in fear. Jason perked up at the sudden noise of the metal lock unlatching. The frog he had been mingling with scurried off at the sound.

“Hallo! You seem lost, would you like some help?” Medic kindly asked. Jason stood back up slowly. Silently towering over the doctor stood in the doorway. The doctor became instantly flustered once noticing their drastic height difference. Jason understood the doctor’s question but wasn’t fully aware of how to respond considering he was mute. They both stood there silently for a few seconds. Medic then anxiously adjusted his glasses before speaking again.

“Why don’t you come inside and get cleaned up? It’s filthy out here.” Medic offered while reaching out his hand. Jason hesitated for a moment before shaking the doctors hand.

“Bloody hell, he’s befriending it.” Demo said in disbelief. Engineer let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the open doorway, shotgun in both hands. Jason let go of the doctors hand and looked over at the short Southern man.

“Engineer! Put that gun away will you? Go fetch me some towels please.” Medic sternly ordered as he spun around to face him.

“Come on now doc, you really trust this creature?!” Engineer asked while lowering his shotgun.

“Ja. If he truly wanted to kill us he would’ve already done so. Someone of his stature could have easily broken this door down.” Medic explained while grabbing the killers wet hand and leading him inside of the doorway. Considering his height, Jason ducked as he walked in the entrance. The undead killer was slightly baffled and confused. Normally humans were not this welcoming. Although, he assumed these humans were clearly not aware of his infamous brutality. Engineer let out an anxious sigh, he set down his shotgun and left to go fetch a few towels. Demo took a couple steps closer to the massive killer, he gently shut the backdoor behind him and Medic.

“Ya want somethin’ to drink?” Demo casually offered. Jason stood there silently, examining the bottle of scrumpy the man had offered him.

“I believe he might be mute. Here, go have a seat. l’ll make us some hot chocolate.” Medic offered and gently patted Jason’s back while pointing over to the living room. Jason walked along with Demo over towards the sofa. Engineer walked back into the living room with a few folded towels in his hand. Demo grabbed one and draped it over the leather seat. Jason slowly sat down onto the towel, making himself comfortable. Engineer set the bundle of folded towels onto the armrest of the sofa and hurried over to the kitchen.

“Listen doc, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but letting a complete stranger in here is never a good idea. You know that.” Engineer sternly said. Medic spun around with a metal tray of mugs in his hand.

“Ja, I know. Would you mind taking this over to the coffee table for me?” Medic asked in that angelic tone of his. Engineer lightly grumbled as he took the tray from him. The Southern man walked back over to the living room and anxiously set the tray down. Jason was preoccupied with drying himself off with the various towels. Demo excitedly reached down and grabbed one of the mugs of hot coco. He poured a shot of his scrumpy into the mug before taking a big sip.

“Here, this one’s for you big guy.” Medic spoke up as he quickly entered the living room. He brought over a mug of hot coco with whip cream and a straw sticking out of it. Jason perked up at the sweet, foamy drink. A familiar, nostalgic scent he hadn’t smelled in a very long time. Medic sat down right beside him, handing him the mug of warm coco. Jason gently took the mug from his hands and stared at it for a few seconds. Admiring the small flakes of cinnamon on top of the whip cream. He stuck the straw through one of the holes in his mask and took a big sip. After a few swigs, he set the mug down onto the coffee table. A few silent minutes had passed of Jason continuing to dry himself off. Medic appeared to be drying off one of the killer’s hands, when in reality he was scanning every detail of the living dead’s unique flesh. Jason’s eyes suddenly began to feel heavier than usual. He inevitably slumped over onto the sofa and comfortably passed out. A devious grin crept across the doctor’s face.

“Did he just fall asleep?” Engineer anxiously whispered.

“Yes. Both of you, help me carry him to mein lab. Quickly.” Medic suddenly instructed. Demo and Engineer both looked at each other slightly confused, then back at the deranged doctor.

“So…ya drugged him up?” Demo asked tilting his head.

“Ja, I want to restrain him and run some tests. Come on, we only have a few hours before he wakes back up.” Medic eagerly explained while grabbing one of Jason’s limp arms and swinging it over his shoulder. Demo quickly walked over to stabilize his other side. Engineer let out a frustrated groan as he went to pick up and carry the killers massive legs.

[riverofashcoll]

[buoryok]

Oh yes, mon cherry it is

Husbands 💗💗💗💗

[daily-tf2dles]

day 14! apologies for missing two days but i have returned with transfem wizards. rejoice!

[aifastic]

Me, the author of Penthouse Bloke (R18 sniperspy slowburn): God, I wish it'd update

[pyro-thon]

Paper drawings I forgor to post on here 💀

[fruit-teeth]

Oh noooo I just had a really good idea for another tf2 multi chapter fic and I’m not even done with the one I’m currently writing…oh nooooooo….

[waywardsalt]

its very easy for me to imagine linebeck and damien in animal crossing. its the fishing/bug-catching dynamic. they would share an animal crossing town and walk around with a fishing rod and a bug net respectively

[cedarin]

Pyro design for my TF2 Stone age au!

I like to think that she uses a fire breathing like they do in modern circus acts, like equivalent to her original fire thrower.

Like this!

[the-fucking-cannibal]

My TF2 modern College!AU 💗💗💗

I will definitely get deeper into this AU for each character in the future, but for now have this little comic :>

[solid-white]

I have a few TF2 prompts I'm too lazy to write out so I'm posting them in hopes someone else will adopt the idea:

5+1 of scout saying things that sound homophobic and the team having to hide the fact that heavy and medic (and/or whoever else) are gay. But it's revealed that scout is in fact gay (probably dating sniper or smth) and thought everyone else knew.

Modern, chat fic au of the team where they're all youtubers. They're still mercs, but everything they do is publicized now because something-something the administrator.

Spy takes off his mask and has the entire team (excluding scout and the younger members) simping for him.

Just a horror fic. I really want more horror fics of the blu team after reading "it came with the rain" and "kith and kin"

Sniper and spy, scout and spy, heavy and scout, or whoever, learn each other's skillsets.

The blu and red team are forced to work together trope.