#tf2 texastoast

[t052ther0b0t]

They did well

N0w they take a break u u)

Anyway, cant wait f0r them t0 l0se the 2nd r0und-

[pencilpat]

may i ask for pyro with some stuffies or something similar? 🥺🩵 he is my baby and i love him 🩷

Jumpscare, I drew an entire comic! This is super messy, but I used any excuse to draw Pyro using sign language. He's very persuasive, what can I say, especially when she sees wonky looking stuffies.

[t052ther0b0t]

THE MAN HAZ SP0KEN

ROUND 3

[nikoofdeath]

For all ypu southern pyro maniacs have yourself a quaint little ship art

[cocopebblez]

Yo! Wanting to be more active on here since I'm bored, so I thought if make a proper intro!!!

MY NAME IS COCO!! I won't disclose my age, but know that suggestive/soft nsfw topics will be discussed here, but nothing showing EXPLICIT sexual content.

I don't really have an aim for this place, its just for me to yell about whatever I want (as are most blogs nowadays), so you'll find things about TONS of fandoms, mainly tf2, gravity falls, and undertale right now.

My art requests are open, but I can't guarantee anything, and I might just badly draw your request in mspaint for shits and giggles!!favorite!

(More under cut)

My only specific DNIs are people that give too many shits about others actions (that aren't PHYSICALLY harming anyone but themselves.) For example, I am not proship or anything of the sort. I think that that is wrong and that it should not be a thing. That doesn't mean, however, that I'm going to go out of my way to avoid reposting a NON-proship post, from a proshipper. If I like the content in the specific post, I will like it. I don't pay attention to creators, only their creations, and only the ones I like.

If you don't agree with me, leave me be! Or just ignore it and like my content, and not my ideals^^

Anyways enough of that, I'm totally willing to answer asks about literally anything, and love to talk with people about my favs!

[cluelessatthispoint]

Centaur engineer x fire demon pyro >:3

Sorry about the long wait! Life has a tendency to be an unpredictable ass sometimes. But I'm back now and I am getting into the swing of things once more!!! yay.

Centaur Engineer x Fire Demon Pyro reader

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Kneeling down beside the fire pit's open flames the sounds of the logs crackling and the crickets chirping filled the night air. The clear sky overhead shone with brilliant stars and the smell of the campfire, and the cool damp earth filled Dell's nostrils. Reaching over his flank with grace and dexterity unfitting of a man of his proportions he grabbed his old, trusted guitar and ran his calloused fingers over the strings. Smiling softly, he looked over to the fire.

"Hey Py, I know you've been waiting all day to hear me play. How about it?" He said.

His deep, rumbling voice laced with a tired accomplishment after a long day. His Texan accent making his voice flow like a rich butter. Chuckling a bit to himself Dell moved the guitar to a better position and begun to play some chords. First a C chord then a G, then another C. Playing just what sounded right in the moment.

The low fire in the firepit slowly began to shift and sway in time with the slow strums of the guitar. The logs crackled and spat softly, the gray smoke floated higher into the air and soon a person like shape began to form. Pyro clapped his hands together softly and he took a crisscross seated position from his spot in the fire pit and sat down to enjoy Dell's melody.

Dell's fingers shifted from one chord to another, and the gentle strumming changed from time to time. Playing a gentle repetitive melody, Dell smiled and nodded his head to the rhythm. 'A fire demon and a centaur.... what a strange pair we are.' Dell thought to himself. The thought made him chuckle a bit, earning an inquisitive look from the fire demon.

Dell shook his head softly and changed the tune. Changing it to one that brought back memories from his childhood. A sweet nostalgia filling him. The darkness surrounding them making the fire seem brighter and the stars oh so far way. The sound of the crickets chirping faded away and the sound of the fire growing quieter as Dell began to sing softly under his breath.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

Pyro watched in awe as Dell sang and moved his fingers along his instrument. The sound of the guitar paired with his singing voice made Pyro sigh with contentment.

"You make me happy, when skies are grey"

There was no better way to spend an evening than this.

~~~

Hope you enjoyed that! It's been forever since I played my guitar...maybe I should start playing it more often. :)

[hankwritten]

Enargeia

Day 3: CREATE (Texas Toast)

When they first joined BLU, Pyro thought it couldn’t get any better than this. New friends! Other new friends who they were allowed to set on fire! Basically all the rainbows they could manage without having to worry about that normal, everyday stuff like finding their next meal or stealing candy from convenience stores. Just work that they loved and a blank cheque to do it.

Yet, they can’t deny there’s something nice about living with Engie too. On weekends, those two long, bitter days when there’s no work at the battlefields and they have to entertain themself by lighting up in the pits or the fireplace (which Engie had specially installed for them since New Mexico homes don’t come with fireplaces), they actually find they’re alright with the concept of downtime. Something about Engie…he makes what would be boring simply…peaceful. Even on the rare occasion BLU gives them a holiday, and the painful two-days become excruciating three-days, they find they don’t mind so much as long as Engie is setting the schedule. He makes breakfast (eggs with bacon in a smiley face, or pancakes shaped like hearts) into an event. Going to sleep (which Pyro hates with a passion, will run themself ragged until four in the morning rather than lie down and try to make their brain go quiet) has become strictly regimented in an early-to-bed-early-to-rise sort of way. It’s actually shocking how much having a normal sleep schedule and regular meals will do for you.

That, plus having something non-work/non-fire related to set themself to, which isn’t really Engie’s doing but he was their inspiration. Between the moments spent with one another—be that meals or the much beloved story time—Engie occupies himself in his at-home workshop. Pyro watches from time to time, delighted how he loses himself in the not-quite-work-not-quite-hobby, enthralled with how things simply spring to existence under his palms.

The ranch is really to thank for their sudden fecundity. They were resistant, at first, when Miss Pauling “““encouraged””” them to move off-base and Engie kindly offered his home, but it fits them well. They want to make this place fit. They’ve even taken it upon themself to go fix up the old fence on the north side, and to learn enough engineering to tinker with the refrigerator since Engie keeps saying he’ll get to it but never does.

However, it’s not quite enough.

“I want to paint the side of the barn,” they tell Engie one day.

He looks up from the mini-dispenser that's been in development hell for months now. “Really? Sure it’s been a few years, but it’s not like it’s chippin’ yet.”

“Not as in painting all one color. As in paint something. Like a mural.” They glance out the window. “I want to make something. The way you do.”

“Hm,” Engie says. “I suppose I do have a couple of buckets lying ‘round the shop…”

They set to it that afternoon.

The buckets slop and occasionally spill with Pyro’s excitement, the brush thick with each swipe. They can feel the power of creation within them, and they begin to shape a sunrise on the barn’s bright and bare wall. Engie loans them a ladder, and stops by every hour or so, watching something beautiful come to be.

Pyro pours their heart and soul into it. They love until they have calluses through their gloves.

And when it’s done, it looks like utter shit.

“Oh I don’t think it’s that bad, darl,” Engie assures them.

“It’s hideous,” they mourn.

What was supposed to be a combination of yellows and oranges runs into the blue in a brown muck. The rainbow which they’ve thrown over the scene is wobbly and super crooked now that they step back.

“It looked so different in my head,” they say. “But when I tried to make it real it just came out all wrong.”

“Have you ever painted anything before, Py?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have started with something so big for your first ever project. Making things takes time, and a bit of practice. You start with a potato clock and work your way up to the wristwatch.”

“I’m just so tired of things not staying. When I make fire, it’s beautiful, but then it’s gone right away.” Their shoulders droop. “Sometimes it feels like destroying rather than creating.”

Engie thinks for a minute.

“Come to the workshop for a moment, darling. I wanna show you something.”

Dragging their feet, they follow him inside. The great space of the barn-turned workshop is warm despite its ravenousness, machines in low power mode gently beeping and throwing off heat. He guides them to one of the out of the way tables, clearing a space and rustling up a torchlike device from his piles of scrap.

“This here is a woodburner.”

“Anyone can be a wood burner.”

He chuckles. But then he guides their hands, showing them step by step how to work the small device, standing behind them while they carve a small unicorn out of a piece of wood using only a flame.

“It’s still ugly,” they complain.

“Sure is.” He sets the unicorn, which is just a mangled horse shape since Pyro accidentally chopped off the horn, on one of his tool shelves. “But now you’ve gone and given it a try. Now the next one you make will be a little better. And a little better after that.”

“That’s going to take so looonnngggg….”

“True. But I’ll be here keeping you company.”

That won’t be so bad then. They pick up the torch again, and as Engie settles in, they resolve to prove that fire can make just as well as it can unmake.

[emotionally-happy-pyro]

@emotionally-intuitive-engineer !!! Mmghmmhph!!!!! :D

i think about them all the time TT

[straightyuri]

I've randomly gotten in2 texastoast (the. Tf2 ship) n I don't. Know why.

[11cleyvaart]

Pyro just loves attention from local Engineer

[bakugxre]

A birthday present for my bud, Sushi uvu Cute Lil Texastoast Please ask before reblogging

[t052ther0b0t]

SUMM0NZ EVERY TEXAST0AST SHIPPERZ

I NEED THEM T0 BE IN THE 2ND R0UND, d0nt care if they l0se the sec0nd r0und h0nestly

@tf2shipswag I swear they have the swagest 0f swag pr0mise

[italian-fire-starter]

Can someone please help introduce me to other pyro ships?

Honestly this isn't even for the blog, I'm just intrieged! I've seen traces of other pyro ships, such as FrenchToast (Spy n Pyro), BushFire (Sniper n Pyro) and Burn-Ward (Medic n Pyro), as well as the better known FlashFire and TexasToast but I don't know much about them.

If anyone would be willing to DM me and tell me more about these ships, I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you!

[t052ther0b0t]

THE SILLY G00FERZ NEED T0 WIN

ROUND 1

[nikoofdeath]

For all ypu southern pyro maniacs have yourself a quaint little ship art