#there is no going back from the TF2 fandom

[calytatif]

Behold

The bunny scout

Second plushie in the collection of tf2 mercs in amigurumi.

Istg I spent more time than I'd like to admit on his cap 🥲

[gingerale13]

Rendering!! Look mom I'm rendering!!

source + other versions + speedpaint under cut

The original SFM:

Honestly such a classic SFM that I am deeply in love with..

Procreate Speedpaint:

[personal-person1]

my hands hurt i should've worked in shorter sessions

closeups and rambling under the cut

-game night initially started with a standard deck of playing cards but they kept losing them inbetween sessions and having to supplement with other things, and now the deck is an absolute abomination of playing cards, uno, yu-gi-oh, pokemon and MTG

-sniper keeps looking at spy's cards, which has made spy So determined to stop sniper from winning that they both end up losing miserably

-demo showed up midgame and only saw uno cards on the table so he figured they were playing uno, and he has yet to figure out that they aren't

-if archimedes coos at the card you played, you have to take it back and play a different card

-scout collects pokemon cards and he added the shit cards he owns to the deck

-the rules change basically every time they try to play this thing so engie stopped caring about winning and is just here for the show

-pyro usually plays too, but currently they're coloring instead

-scout won't stop rocking his chair and he Will fall over during the game

-heavy and medic were meaning to play chess tonight but they were coerced by scout to join, and they're borderline ignoring the game in favor of discussing medic's latest project

-heavy's shirt says "a woman without a penis is like an angel without wings"

i do usually consider tf2 as taking place in the 60s and use the time accordingly but i drew this over a minecraft screenshot LOL i decided to ignore that for the purposes of this

note, i have only started playing this game and engaging with this fandom for a few weeks - ive been meaning to get into it for years but i knew i would go insane when i did, and i was right! i am!

[hypernova-writes]

Part of Your World [Ch.1]

Chapter one: Am I dreaming?

Pairings: OT9 X Reader.

Synopsis: After moving into your grandparents old home, you catch up with some friends and play some Tf2 before bed...only to wake up and find the nine mercenaries in your home...

a/n: I saw a thing that asked for more reverse isekai tf2 fics and luckily I had this one prepared as my second series to go alongside the Crown Jewel one! Hope you guys enjoy!

“Nova. Please you’re making it worse,”

“Sorry!..I mean at least you have alot of room to yourself..”

You huff softly as you place the boxes in your hands down. Your friend Nova was helping you move all your things into your grandparents home. The duo decided to up and move and gave you the option to move into the home.

A home with everything paid for, looks nice and spacious, in this economy?

Oh hell yeah you were taking it.

The two of you just finished setting down the last box down in your bedroom, Nova smiles at you before stepping back.

“Well, Do you need anymore help setting up, or do you got it from here boss?”

You glance around before looking back at her, “Ahh nah I think I got it from here Nov! I’ll call you later and we can hop on the game!”

Nova nods before she reaches forward to hug you before turning and leaving. “See ya Y/n!”

“Bye Bye! Talk to you later!” You respond as you wave to your friend as she leave out of your new home.

You close your room door afterwards and sighs as you plop down on the bed, you looked over to your pc and the small posters you managed to get up while Nova was still here.

The two of you met from playing Team Fortress 2 and became quick friends, you were already well versed in the fandom, the posters you had up were a few fanarts made by some of your friends and one you drew yourself of Scout.

You move to sit up and move over to your PC, you loaded up discord to send a message to Nova that you were ready to play.

-Hey Nov you ready?⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

-FUCK YEEAAA I WAS BORN READY- cough cough uhh..i mean of course! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

You giggle at your friend before you loaded up steam and placed your headphones on your head. You hum as you waited for the loading screen to come on and decided you would play at whoever was on your screen when you loaded in.

And today it was Scout!

-“Ready to go run in and die?”

-“PLEASE! Are you going scout too?”

When the two of you loaded into the match you could already tell this was going to be one of those long nights where the two of you goof around and not take anything seriously.

You two were even joined by two of your other friends and ended up just running around smacking people with the holy mackerel, not even caring that your teams were horribly losing.

This went on until around 12am before you eventually could feel the tiredness kicking in and you yawned a bit too loud into your mic.

“Oop, Y/n is on the train to sleepy time junction.”

"Shut up Nova…”

“Damn somebody eepy,”

“The missile is eepy and needy to sleepy.”

You rolled you eyes playfully before deciding that was it game for today and leaning back in your chain. “Alright guys, I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”

“Night N/n!”

“Nighty night!”

|“See ya!”

You hummed softly as you got up and moved over to your bed, not bothering to turn off your PC, knowing you had it set to go off on it’s own.

You turned down the screen brightness and climbed into your bed, placing your phone on the charger and finally settling down into bed.

“She’s hot aint she?”

“Ya know Scout, You might be right, she is a doll..”

“Don’t tell me we are actually agreeing with this idiot now?..”

“Mhm mhph!”

“Pyro’s right! We outta take a chance,”

“Right, Right, I vant out of zhis damn box! Besides..I want to see what kind of heart she has~”

“..Doctor..human heart different from what you give us. She may be fragile..”

“IF SHE IS FRAGILE WE WILL HAVE TO TURN HER INTO A PROPER WARRIOR.”

“Aye, Solly. Doubt the lass wants to wake up at 6am to the sound of a horn.”

The computer screen starts to morph and change, the lights flashing on Y/N’s sleeping body, as one by one, quietly the men start to materialize in her bedroom.

“Woah..I wonder what year this is…?”

“From the clock on the wall, I think its the year 2025.”

“That’s 57 years. You idiots brought me 57 years in the future,”

“Vell, first of all Spy. in her world ve are fictional characters.”

“Oi! That’s us on the wall over there!” Demoman moves over and points to the posters.

“Is that how they all see us? And why in the sam hills are our hands so big?”

“And why in the bloody hell is Scout here so much?”

Scout chuckles as he runs a hand through his short hair. “Seems like dollface over here has class~, need i remind you she played me last night with her friends?”

Spy rolled his eyes. “Yea, and kept dying. Halting our progress with stupid games.”

Medic was already hovering over Y/n tilting his head as he looked down at her, “My My, she’s such a heavy sleeper! You vould think she vould hear 9 grown adults in her room..” 

Heavy looks around her room, “Seems like she moved, Maybe that is why little woman is tired.” He picks up one of the boxes and opens it, seeing plushies, before reaching in and grabbing a little bird one dressed like him. 

He turns it over. “...Little..Pootis?”

The other mercs look through the boxes, all seeing merch of various types of them, posters, figures, plushies and buttons.

Spy lifts one of the Spy crab plushies up and tilts his head. “Seems like she’s a fan. You picked the right one Scout.”

“You complimenting me Frenchie? I must be dreaming”

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Sniper glanced around before noticing someone was missing. “Oi, Where’s the spook?”

Spy rolled his eyes and Sniper shook his head, “ No not you! Pyro!”

Engineer pointed out of the door, “Seems to be making himself home, Speakin’ of which, we all should be doing the same, i’m sure when the little lady wakes up she’s gonna want an explanation.”

You yawned as you awoke from your slumber, rubbing your eyes and checking your phone seeing that it was 8:32am. You rolled out of bed and noticed your box full of tf2 merch was knocked over. You bent over to get it, sitting it up straight and putting your little pootis plushie on your bed.

That’s when you smelt something cooking. 

You froze, because now you live alone, when you used to stay with your parents this was a smell you were used to…

But now you’re alone. 

Grabbing a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall, (one that you dont even remember buying, but hey that’s another problem for another day-) You made your way down the hall into the kitchen, and to your horror.

You heard multiple voices.

So now you were slowly creeping forward trying to make a plan in your head as you walked up. You noticed a hard hat on your dining room table along with a fucking FLAMETHROWER.

God you were ill equipped to deal with who ever the hell to enter your home...

You could hear someone with a southern accent speaking so someone else who sounded like they were speaking through a mask.

But right when you rounded the corner you came face to face with a man, dressed just like the Medic from Team Fortress 2. Like from the coat to his boots, he even looked like him too…

The male smiled brightly at you, “Ah! Our little Frau has awoken! Come come you can put down Scout’s bat, we won't hurt you at all…” You look to the bat in your hand and realize that it did look like the one you had equipped to Scout in your game.

You dropped it out of surprise and the noise summoned the two from the Kitchen, which you discovered to be Engineer and Pyro.

“h..How...are you..? You guys aren’t supposed to be real!?” You rightly questioned and Engineer chuckles. 

“Well we are as real as ever, Sugar. We could see you every time you loaded up the game there.”

“Engineer here is correct! We could see you and hear you too!”

“Mhoph hmph!”

You tilt your head before turning a bright red, This means that they have seen you walk in to play the game in just your bra and panties, and then proceed to say the most atrocious things about them for the amount of time you happen to game.

“W-well..where is the others..?” 

“Oh they’re in the livin’ room darl’ tryin’ to figure out how your television works.”

You decide to go look, with Pyro following behind you and low and behold, There was Scout, Demoman, Soldier and Sniper all on your couches watching what seemed to be some sports game.

Scout was the first to notice you and he jolted up with a smirk before coming over, “hey there toots~! Nice to finally see ya in person, I see you like me a lot!” He walks up to you and wraps his arms around you.

"I think me and you are gonna become good friends?~ Specially since im your favorite~"

You freak out a bit, and before you could push him away, Spy does that for you, by pulling him off of you.

He and Heavy walk in with bags in his hands..and your car keys. 

“Where did you?”

“To the store, We were going to cook you breakfast to explain things but it seems you woke up a bit earlier than we expected.” Spy explained as he pulled Scout to the side, ignoring the pout that the 27 year old had.

“You are a special one. We felt connected to you and your friends through game. But we chose you.” Heavy explains and you nod slowly as they guide you to the kitchen and sit you down at the table infront of a well made breakfast.

That was probably what you were smelling when you woke up. You looked down at the food, before giving them a sheepish grin. “a..ah..thank you..I guess..this is still all..jarring you know..” you began.

“All my favorite characters are real now and staying with me..I feel like i am dreaming.”

Medic leans over with that wide grin of his, “Do you need someone to pinch you?”

“No thanks..just give me a moment alone to process this..you guys feel free to roam and set up how you would like..” you say and the 9 males nod all together before all going in different places of the house.

You looked down to see the pancake had a cute smiling face, probably drawn with syrup by Pyro, you gave a small smile before you sighed. 

Maybe this is all a dream that you could wake up from, that they aren’t really real, and that you have to explain to your parents why the hell do you have 9 grown ass adults dressed as mercenaries living with you…

Yea. lets hope it’s one.

AHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

as I stated earlier, I saw this while i was scrolling trying to find motivated to finish this fic, and seeing that people wanted more reverse isekai tf2 stuff, I hope I could deliver with the fun first part to this series!!

- [Next]

[karuuhnia]

TF2 Chapter 7 - Karuuhnia's analysis

Christmas came early for the TF2 fandom this year, didn't it? (Well, it really came 7 years LATE if we're completely honest lol)

It was an emotional rollercoaster and had a happy, wholesome ending and conclusion for both the mercs and for us. Several mysteries from the past comics were resolved.

And you know me: I love to overthink and overanalyze every bit of lore and story that I can get my fingers on lmao

So here's my essay:

A) Solved mysteries

1. What the Administrator was planning

It turns out: There WAS no evil plan of world domination or whatever. Just pure hatred for a man who ruined her life - apparently. It's been so long she doesn't even remember the reason. But the thought of revenge was enough to fuel her every life choice.

And to think, it all could have ended in the 1850s already - if it weren't for smart-ass Gray Mann and his narcissistic tendencies to brag about his knowledge and plans. (How he himself figured this out is never explained.)

He was the one who introduced the Administrator to Australium in the first place, around 1850ish. If he hadn't told her that it could bring people back from the dead and prolong life, the senseless Gravel War would have ended with Blutarch's and Redmond's natural deaths.

Well, on the other hand we must be glad that the conflict didn't go on even longer.

Since Dell stated that none of his family members ever went into the room where Zepheniah was kept, the Administrator must have build all of that herself, right? That would certainly explain why it looks so crude and consumes so much Australium. I mean, look at this construction and then compare it to the one Dell built:

The Mark 5 machine gave her ~6 months of life for just a tiny flask of Australium. Imagine what would have happened if one of the Conaghers had improved Zeph's machine as well! She could have kept the zombiefied corpse in a living nightmare for many centuries more instead of burning through tons and tons of Australium so quickly. Good thing it didn't come to that.

2. Who helped the Administrator

Well, we didn't get a clear answer, but I think it's safe to conclude now that it was the Administrator's elite merc teams A-E that obtained all the Australium during the 6 months Miss Pauling and the TF2 team went off the grid. Which only further proves that the Administrator did not really care for Pauling at all and only came to her and her "team of rejects" as a last resort, after everything else had failed.

It's really heartbreaking how much Pauling admired her and wanted to be her trusted second-in-command while the Admin apparently never even invited her to the secret HQ. Nobody there even KNEW of Team Fortress after all. It was such a relief to see Pauling let go in the end and choose a free life instead.

3. Scout's second chance

Well, not really a mystery here, but I really like how Scout had an epiphany that there were other girls out there that would like him as he was and moved on from Miss Pauling. There was no heartbreak, no animosity, no rejection. They are still friends and support each other! I love it!

And then Scout even saved all of humanity by having sex with several women so that God wouldn't have to destroy the world! What a great, selfless guy he is!

I really love Spy and Scout after the time skip. No more bickering, no more annoyance, no more mean comments, just kindness. Spy is also so sweet to his grandchildren! ADSGFSDAF

I hope they all remain in contact and on good terms. Because let's not forget: Scout's health isn't good and he even has a confirmed death date. Which is only 8 years into the future of 1979.

All of his orphaned children would still be minors at that point. When it comes to that I hope Spy and Scout's Ma can take care of their grandchildren.

4. What Charles Darling and Maggie were planning

Darling stated he wanted to obtain Australium in order to make his rare animals immortal and in return he would get Saxton's company back.

The way Maggie always reacted to Saxton led me to believe she knew Darling was planning something ELSE and she felt bad for not telling Saxton and having to betray him in the end:

But turns out, I probably just misinterpreted Maggie's facial expressions. She looked so sad because she loved going on adventures with Saxton again and just hated the thought that he'd go back to Mann Co. afterwards.

I'm very happy that in the end Saxton let go of the company and spent the rest of his days punching wild animals with his true love! (Although he might have started a war again, now between Reddy and Bidwell lol)

B) Unsolved and new mysteries

However, as much as I loved the last chapter, I feel there are still a lot of things that were never cleared up or adequately explained.

So after re-reading every single comic and update page these are some other things I still find inconclusive:

1. Olivia Mann's mother

Not really that important to be fair, but still: Is she really the biological daughter of the 150 old mummy Gray Mann? If so, who is the poor woman who… mated with him and where is she now?

Or was Olivia adopted, abducted or grown in a lab? Well, at least she gets to live a happy and free life now and is provided for by the dad who stepped up. Good on you, Saxton!

2. Darling's knowledge

Back to Darling real quick: Why DID Maggie start working for her nemesis?

HOW did Charles Darling learn about Australium's properties and the Administrator's history?

There is also the fact that the Mann triplets' mother was a Darling!

These things were never brought up again! Whyyyyyyyy?????

3. What was all the set-up with the TFC mercs about?

The TFC mercs made several ominous remarks that made us believe there was more to them:

Both Virgil and Greg were trying to say something interesting, but then got cut off before the revelation. And especially TFC Heavy talked about dying as if it was an immediate danger to all of them. Sure, they were old, but they were still going strong, being able to kill all of the Admin's elite teams after all.

4. Fred's destiny (and identity?)

In Chapter 6 Spy disguised as Fred, trying to trick Virgil. After being found out, the two had this conversation:

Spy managed to impersonate Fred really well apparently. That means he must have studied Fred's personality, mannerisms and way of speaking before he went to Virgil. That also means he must have spent quite a while talking to and studying Fred. Did he and Sniper capture and interrogate him? But more importantly: What happened afterwards? Tbh, they probably just killed him off-screen after learning what they needed.

Because I no longer believe that Fred was Dell's father, as much as that sucks. It would have made for a great plot point and possible conflict within the team.

But Fred obviously had no idea about anything related to Australium or the immortality machines.

Since later on in Chapter 7 Dell says that neither his grandfather, his father nor he himself ever set foot in that basement, we can conclude that they all knew that the Administrator was hiding something nefarious down there. Which also means they WORKED for her and thus must have also worked on her immortality machine. So it makes no sense that Fred would not know anything about that if he really were Dell's father.

That still leaves us with the question: Why was young Fred in the photo with child Dell? Or WAS this guy even Fred?

I mean, a lot can happen in 40ish years between those two pictures:

But my new headcanon now is: These two are not the same person. TFC Medic had to replaced by our beloved Dr. Herbert Ludwig (still not over that name btw lmao), so who says the original TFC Engie wasn't replaced too at one point? TFC Heavy was very obviously worried about his friends dying one after the other.

Virgil said he knew Fred since before the war. So maybe after Dell's father died/left the team, Virgil told TFC Heavy about his old comrade Fred who also happened to be an Engineer. And only then Fred became part of TFC.

But as I said, that's just my headcanon. In reality it's probably just an inconsistency over the many years of convoluted lore. lol

5. Soldier's cave, covered in Australium

In A Cold Day in Hell Soldier and Zhanna have the following conversation:

First it's a stink-barn, then he claims to be homeless. But in Chapter 7 Heavy suddenly says that Soldier lives in a cave.

And it turns out there is tons of Australium in that cave! Now of course I wonder: When did Soldier move into that cave and where is it located? We were always told that Australium only exists in Australia. But I highly doubt this American patriot owns a cave in Australia. Also, how is it possible that the Admin and the elite mercs never managed to find this cave? Did they just not bother to look in America because all known Australium is in Australia?

So in return, does that mean that Australium is NOT exclusive to Australia after all? If so, there could still be hidden caches of the stuff anywhere on Earth. At least the Admin and Gray Mann are no longer around to collect it and Miss Pauling does not look for it anymore either. The only one who still has an interest in it is Charles Darling. Him again...

6. Soldier with the photo of the Mann family

Quick reminder: This is the only version of the family photo we'd seen up until this point:

But when Soldier and Merasmus are held by the mafia and the wizard asks him why he needed so much money, Soldier pulls out an intact, unteared photograph of the Mann family!!!

His thumb conveniently covers up the still unknown person standing in the middle. How did Soldier obtain this photo? How does he even know who everyone is, considering he's, well, Soldier?

Could he have any relations to the unknown person in the middle? And why DOES he need so much money (granted, it was only like 20 $ in the end, but still lol)?

Am I just overthinking this? Has anyone an explanation??? Is he and if yes, HOW is Soldier connected to the frigging Mann family??????

*cough* Anyway. This concludes my analysis of the TF2 lore. For now. If I come up with more things or if Valve ever decides to continue the story (That was a joke, haha, fat chance), I will come back to this. In the meantime, thank you for reading this and please feel free to share your own ideas and opinions! I'd love to read all of it! ❤️

[healpimp]

#FixTF2 Masterpost: Important Information Regarding the Movement

As promised, here is a comprehensive post about the #FixTF2 movement, the issues it tries to bring up and where to find more information and follow developments.

It is now day 7 of the protest with no response form Valve. Either this is them trying to wait for this to blow over or waiting for the signatures of the petition to be printed out and brought to their office, or they are still preparing a proper response to the movement. Regardless, this protest is still ongoing.

❓What's going on with TF2?❓

I'm sure everyone and their grandma knows by now, but TF2's most popular game mode, Casual, has been plagued by bots for several years by now. This is in fact not the first attempted protest and you may have heard of the one conducted two years ago named #SaveTF2. The movement wrested a response from Valve, which since the first protest has earned infamy and a status as a blatant lie among the game's players.

However, this task has seemingly been abandoned entirely. The last time in recent memory with no bots was when the game upgraded from 32-bit to 64-bit, which seemed to break the bots for a while. This was something the bothosters remedied a few days later, and no steps to remove them from the game has been made ever since.

It is worth mentioning that TF2 has had updates to battle the bot issue many times after #SaveTF2. They did indeed move to make TF2 a bot-free game for a while.

❓Why is this even bad?❓

Now, this might seem like a non-problem; TF2 is a video game and no more than that. People could simply move on and play similar games, like Overwatch, Paladins, Splatoon, etc. This would certainly be an easy solution but this has roots much deeper than simply playing a game.

For one, this game has been around for about 17 years by now. Ancient by FPS standards, but that the game is still played and talked about to this day stands as a testament to the love and passion the playerbase and general fandom has for it. The playerbase is loyal, the potential for content is seemingly endless and many are willing to pay money for the game. And therein lies some issues.

TF2 has millions of dollars invested in it by the playerbase. Loot boxes, MvM tickets and any sale made in the community market all gives Valve a steady and reliable revenue stream. This is significant, because you will have to make the assumption that this money will come back to sustain the game from imploding in on itself and remain functional. In the case with MvM, the PvE mode (that has not been updated in QUITE a while), the chances of receiving valuable loot from the missions is actually so small that there is no way to feasibly make any of your money back.

Additionally, any content updates added to the game every event (Summer Update, Scream Fortress and Smissmass) is community made. This means Valve picks and chooses cosmetics, emotes, unusual effects, warpaints and maps made by fans in the workshop.

While the creators of these items are compensated for their work, Valve naturally profits from these content updates.

In shorter terms: Valve profits off a game that has been in a near-unplayable state for more than 5 years by doing next to nothing.

And that isn't even the end of it. This is just the general negligence of Valve. It gets a lot uglier when delving into the punishable crimes conducted by the bothosters.

This video by TheWhat Show talks about this in depth, focusing on a particularly important case that involves MegaScatterBomb, who was harassed, doxxed, impersonated and swatted for trying to develop a working anti-cheat for casual.

This video is also in a document form for those who would rather read.

A more recent development with the bots has been their blatant advertising and promotion of CSAM, which you may better know as CP.

After #FixTF2 started, bots have been found spamming links in text chat that they claim is CSAM, while micspamming disturbing audio into the voice chat that is either edited to sound like or is legitimately CSAM. Valve has yet to respond to these reports, but good amount of players on Twitter/X have already started notifying FBI about this situation.

Another thing worth noting is that the bothosters have actively attempted to take down the petition website by DDoSing it and by filing a fake DMCA claim, both which are punishable crimes.

So to summarize:

It is wholly unsafe to play the game due to the bothosters and their willingness to commit crimes in the name of ruining the game experience.

Valve is profiting from keeping this broken product running, yet refuses to put any meaningful effort into fixing the bot problem.

The community actively contributes to the game by designing cosmetics and maps, and while they are compensated for their work, Valve are the ones who profit the most from their contributions.

Real people have been and are being harmed by the bot problem, and as far as we are aware, no one has been held accountable.

This is wholly unacceptable, both from a professional and unprofessional standpoint. If Valve fancies themselves a corporation worth using money on, their choice to simply ignore the problem speaks volumes of their priorities.

As Valve is releasing their new game Deadlock, there are serious concerns about the security of this game. TF2 is far from the only game that has bot/cheater problems. CS2 has had a similar problem for a long while as well and there is a clip of a Chinese bot farm that has been going around and which has even breached into the #FixTF2 movement.

❓What should we do?❓

Sign the petition while it is still up. At the time of this post, the petition has reached 270k+ signatures. The website has more general information as well.

Add to the #FixTF2 tag on mainly Twitter/X. Tag your posts with it, retweet and like posts in the tag and put the focus on the bots and ONLY the bots. One of the issues of the last movement, #SaveTF2, was that it wasn't focused enough on any particular problem and Valve could get away with making no promises. So, post clips, fanart and rants to your heart's content, so long it is specifically about the bots.

Watch youtube videos with #FixTF2 as the subject. Here are some good places to start:

4. Boycott any transactions in TF2. While Weezy was against this method in his video above, he has since changed his opinion. It has been established that Valve is very unlikely to shut down TF2, since the TF2 community market has millions of dollars invested in it and shutting down TF2 would render all items useless, thereby fully taking away any and all investments any players have put into the game. This would not just be devastating to the general economy of Valve's marketplaces, but a huge blow to their reputation if they want to remain reliable in the eyes of consumers.

5. Don't interact directly with bothosters. This includes harassment and any attempts at doxxing/swatting. These individuals are bigoted and some are even criminals. They have no remorse for their actions and talking to them would be a fruitless endeavor. Refrain from mentioning their names/aliases, as they are fond of attention and are getting just about enough of it since #FixTF2 started.

6. Don't give up.

❓Where can I keep up with any news?❓

Here are accounts to start with if you want to follow any important proceedings regarding #FixTF2:

Weezy (One of the biggest voices for #FixTF2 and spearhead of the protest):

Weezy's Youtube Channel

Weezy's Twitter

TheWhat Show (Similar to Weezy, outspoken supporter and spearhead):

TheWhat's Youtube Channel

TheWhat's Twitter

Shork (Outspoken supporter and generally active in the fandom)

Shork's Twitter

MegaScatterBomb (Creator of the TF2 cheater database and attempting to make a working anti-cheat for casual)

Mega's Youtube

If you discover new information, inconsistencies, broken/repeated/wrong links, etc., please speak up! Use the comments section, reblog with a comment or DM me!

[jinxedjay]

tf2 fandom do we like AU designs?? halloween pyro be upon ye (more info under the cut!)

hi first of all thank you for continuing to read. anyways!

this is um. halloween pyro! they're roughly based around the concept of halloween bosses. most so monoculus for the concept of "team member is cursed during the holiday"

i don't know why they were cursed (yet) but the gist is more or less "this is what most of your team sees you as, lol" so yes there is absolutely emotional weight to this guy other than "heehoo big monster go brrr"

they're not evil so much as just extremely agitated from the physical, mental, and emotional stress. i too would throttle the nearest person to me at any given moment if there was suddenly fire burning under my skin and also Cracked Open Skull Mouth.

design notes! for funsies!

the suspenders in the back are meant to imitate a stereotypical devil tail!

overall their design is meant to invoke a demon. i was going to add horns but decided against it last minute

i wanted to keep their design as ambiguous as base! no mask removal no suit removal. just some creature features poking through.

another thing i almost added - that back flame was gonna have wings! i thought the design ended up a bit too crowded with them though :[

the gradients on the claws/tongue/mask lens are meant to invoke the literal burning fire within them!

this one is maybe a bit more goofy but the shoulder decals being replaced with the flames is intended to be a reference to like. hot rods. you know that cosmetic set pyro has themed around hot rods? yeah it's that. i'm not immune to flame decals.

anyways this was highly experimental but i had a lot of fun with the design! will i put them on artfight? maybe! either way, thanks for sticking around on this post because i had a lot of thoughts HJKJHKFSHFD,,,,

[zarla-s]

Please don't take this as me being angry or trying to be rude or anything, but this ask is... baffling to me?? For a variety of reasons, haha.

Like, I don't set out to create a "fandom" around my stuff when I do things, I just do them cause I feel like it and sometimes I get lucky enough that people enjoy it and feel inspired to create or talk about it! I'm not really trying to fill a void left by one of these "fandoms" by making a new "fandom" around things I make, I'm just doing stuff.

The idea of a stockpile of interests getting too big is also bizarre to me? Like... for an example of both things, you can watch Stamp on the Ground, it's chock full of all kinds of weird obscure interests of mine I just put in there because I liked them, and I since have many many more. There isn't really a limit to how many interests you can have!

Mentioning abandoning TF2 is also very funny to me because I kind of already did that once?? When I started drawing it again in 2023 I was coming back to it, the last time I drew anything for it was 2009. Twelve years where I didn't even touch it! Starting up again was the last thing I expected and yet here I am!

Which relates to the greater point I guess which is that my interests and inspiration don't just die and disappear, they just go dormant. They're always waiting there for the right cue to wake them up, and I can never predict when it happens. TF2 is the most recent example! But Vargas is a long-running one, I take huge hiatuses from it where I don't write or draw or think about it for a long time, but it's always there in the back of my mind. I went absolutely nuts for it around 2020 and then it went back to sleep for the most part, but I still get ideas every now and then. It's not gone. It's just taking a break.

All the things I like and make stuff for are like that. There are a few I don't see myself coming back to any time soon, but then again I thought that about TF2 and now I've made the most elaborate site I've ever made for it. I can't predict these things. What'll be next? I have no idea. MGS again? StarCon2? Ace Attorney? Or maybe it'll be something new? Who knows!

And I think describing one of those "fandoms" as crumbling and dying is a bit unfair... I don't think of it like that. I mean, I started Vargas in 2003 and I last updated it in 2021 and I'm still hearing from new people that just got into it! All the stuff I've made is still "alive" in that way. I do feel guilty in that transition period between one interest and another because I feel like I'm disappointing people who followed me for that one thing though, haha. But what can you do? Gotta do my thing! Follow where my heart leads me! Not everyone's going to be along for the ride, and that's fine.

(Those of you have stuck around through all my different interests, I appreciate you deeply <3)

[marksbear2]

HELLO MALE READERS

I’m back from my break, my old account was @marksbear/ so it’s a redo of my intro. So I can change things.

I’m officially gonna start writing here! So imma just gonna make a quick run down of who am I and how this is gonna work! 

My name is Mark! I’m 23 he/him and Pansexaul! Half Scottish and Brazilian ���🇷 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿!  English is not my first language!

 My favorite animal are Bears so don’t be surprised if you see alot of Bear related things on the blog. 

I’m going to write for a male/ gn/ Ftm(trans) readers, so anyone that goes by She/her She/they can go ahead and get out of here. So it won’t have any issues in the future.

I’m in a lot of fandoms like fox 9-1-1, interview with the vampire, Hannibal, Top gun, ANY SLASHER, The boys, Marvel, DC, Supernatural, Euphoria, What we do in the shadows and Our flag means Death. The walking dead, the last of us. And all of those are from shows and TV.  

BUT Thats not all I do write for video games like Overwatch, Tf2, Genshin impact, Call of duty, DBD,.

I can basically write for almost any fandom. DON’T BE AFRAID TO REQUEST SMUT 

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[tf2redshot]

Hey so what do you think Zhanna, Ms. Pauling, and Bidwell Would react to having a S/O that just can’t sleep one night and just stared at them while they were sleeping next to them in the same bed, how would they react waking up just to see there S/O staring at them In there sleep.

(Weird as hell I know)

Miss Pauling, Zhanna, and Bidwell waking up to their S/O staring hard.

A rare pair, or trio, rather.

Pauling would be asleep for 13 hours straight (she had a horrible, busy week) before finally waking up. Only to see your big, bleary eyes staring right back at her. Is.. is she dreaming?

She reaches over the nightstand for her glasses, and sure enough, it's you, staring right at her, in the same position you last were 13 hours ago.

She blinks, "How long were you awake?"

You don't even move an inch, "Long enough."

Pauling exhales quietly through her nose. You know what? Fair. You don't know it, but this is what she does too, every night. It's creepy as hell, but she can't afford a wink of sleep in her job, so she spends half her attention doing paperwork, and the other half watching you sleep.

"You're weird." She says. The hypocrite.

You've been staring at Zhanna for well over 40 minutes now, your eyes tracing over the scars on her face. Her snores were loud, but you didn't notice how they've stopped about ten minutes ago.

She doesn't even open her eyes, "You are staring."

You just chuckle, "I can't help it. You're so pretty, Zhanna."

She finally opens her eyes, just enough to see your absolutely tired, sleep-ridden eyes. You need sleep.

She wordlessly wraps her strong arms around you and pulls you in. You struggle to remove yourself from her grip.

"Zhanna-"

"You stare too much. You also talk too much."

"But-"

"You need sleep. No more."

After a while of struggling against her, you realize, nope, you're not going anywhere. Might as well surrender.

Bidwell's eyes blinked open slowly, a soft groan escaping him as he woke up. He turns on his side, and there you were, nose to nose and in front of him, staring hard.

He blinked, "... well hello."

"Hello, Bid." You say, still staring, "Do you know you snore in your sleep?"

Bidwell coughs loudly, looking away, "Really now-? Sorry, did I wake you?"

You grin, "No, I've just been awake."

"What, staring?"

"Mhm."

Oh. Well that's.. something. Bidwell raises a brow, like, elaborate please. But you say nothing.

He just sighs in resignation and begs you to go back to sleep with him. When you don't and STILL stare, he tosses a pillow over your head.

I'm back! I love these characters. I MISS TF2 SO MUCH. Especially after the last comic finally dropped. I've missed the fandom so much. I've just been lurking, reading all the fanfics and works these past few years.

@tf2redshot 2025

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: A Team Fortress 2 fic banner in the style of the game's achievement icons--specifically, the "Wetwork" achievement. Spy, shown in a red-orange silhouette, is standing in the rain and glaring up at it, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He is holding his disguise kit, which has an indiscernible figure displayed on its screen. On the bottom right of the banner is the chapter's title in yellow-white text, reading, "CHAPTER TEN: WETWORK" /end ID]

Flickering

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: K+ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship Characters: Spy, Pyro, Scout, and all the other mercs. Warnings: General references to trauma, PTSD, panic attacks, TF2-typical violence Fic Description: After the events of the comics, the mercs try to go back to how things were, but it’s never that easy.

Spy can see his teammates going through their own struggles… but something seems to be very, very wrong with Pyro in particular.

And since no one else seems to be doing anything about this, Spy makes it his mission to get to the bottom of what is troubling Pyro. For no particular reason.

Beta Readers: @mechmolar, @gonturan0, @junuve

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Chapter 10: Wetwork Summary: In which Spy makes a drastic change of plan mid-match.

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Wind screamed against the walls of the base.

The tinge of light through the windows told Spy it was dawn, though the sun was unsuccessful in piercing through the cloud cover. Steam from his coffee mug fogged the bottom of the window. After rubbing his eyes, he took another deep swig from his mug, willing the caffeine to jolt him further awake. Creaks from the floor above informed him that he hadn't been alone in his struggle to sleep. He shifted where he stood by the window.

Staying overnight had not been the plan, but the wind storm had forced him to stay, as it had everyone else at the base. (Soldier had initially insisted on leaving, but changed his tune when the wind knocked his helmet clean off, and he, Demo, and Sniper spent an hour tracking down the stupid hat.)

Spy found himself rooted by the window until a warm, savory smell drew him away and into the kitchen.

"Mornin'," Engineer said, not looking up from his cooking. On the large stove were multiple skillets frying bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and hashbrowns, and he worked them as mechanically as one of his machines.

"Omitting the 'good' from it, are we?" Spy quipped.

Engineer did give him a look, then. Even with the goggles hiding his eyes, the thin line of his mouth told Spy enough. Engineer turned back to his cooking.

Spy shrugged, downed the rest of his coffee, and went to light a cigarette using a new lighter he'd grabbed at home a few days ago.

The second he clicked the lighter, Engineer whirled around, holding out a spatula in the Gunslinger. "Not in the kitchen!"

Normally a spatula would not feel like a threat, but it was currently covered in grease, and Spy was wearing his suit. So he backed off, leaving the kitchen with a grumble.

The smell of food gradually drew more people down to the mess hall, starting with Scout, then Heavy, and then a loud, off-tune reveille preceding the arrival of Soldier. Soon the mess hall was filled with the rest of the team, who milled about, most of them eagerly awaiting breakfast. A few stepped into the kitchen to grab coffee, but otherwise kept to the mess hall.

But Spy did not overlook the doorway, where he spotted Pyro lingering in the relatively dark hallway.

A shrill whistle from the kitchen announced that breakfast was ready, and Soldier, Demo, and Scout practically bowled each other over rushing through the doorway. Medic and Heavy followed, chatting quietly to each other, leaving Spy and Sniper to stare at each other from a distance.

Spy held up a hand toward the kitchen in an exaggerated gesture—an offer for Sniper to enter the kitchen next, but not with any intent of kindness. Sniper's look informed him that it was not taken as such, and he passed into the kitchen.

With the mess hall now empty, Spy approached the hallway. "Would you like me to obtain a plate for you?" he asked quietly.

Pyro shook its head, its stance rigid.

Nodding, Spy strode back into the kitchen, moving out of the way of the mercs who carried their plates out into the mess hall. He returned with a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast for himself, and another plate piled with pancakes, sausage, and syrup, as well as napkins and utensils. The atmosphere of the room was warm and the idle chatter friendly, but Spy didn't take a seat just yet. Making certain his steps didn't catch on an uneven floorboard or the foot of a passing coworker, he stepped into the hallway again.

The Pyro had not moved, but it gave a mild start at the sight of the pancakes.

"You'll need the energy, even if you're not hungry." Spy held out the plate.

Pyro looked up at him, and accepted the food, though it made no motion to eat it.

"'Ey, wha'd'you mean, it'll need the energy?" came Scout's voice, partially muffled from a mouthful of food. Spy turned to see the Scout leaning back with his feet on the table and his chair on two legs. "Is it plannin' to set our crap on fire again?" He swallowed, then laughed. "I'd love to see it try, with this wind."

"I doubt it will have time," Spy retorted, "given our match is still on today."

Eyes bugging, Scout jumped up in his seat. "What?! Woah—!" The chair tipped backwards, dumping him out onto the floor, and he scrambled back to his feet to give Spy a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?!"

"Yeah," Engineer said, stepping out of the kitchen with his own plate of food. "No word that it was canceled."

While Soldier gave a hearty laugh at this news, the once-warm mood of the mess hall plummeted considerably.

"This sucks," Scout grumbled, setting up his chair and plopping down onto it again. His fork picked at the hashbrowns on his plate.

Spy tucked a napkin into his shirt and took a seat at the far side of the table next to Demo, who was staring down at his food sadly. No one was speaking, and most of them ate their food with considerably less amounts of energy.

At some point, a syrup-smeared plate and clean fork slid into the mess hall from the hallway, and Sniper, finished with his own meal, rose to retrieve them. He paused at the doorway, peering out around the corner, and grunted. "Well, the wind's stopped, anyway."

Begrudgingly Spy rose from his seat to take a look for himself. He passed Sniper and approached the window again; the wind had indeed stopped, but it was no lighter than it was before. If anything, the clouds had darkened. Frowning, he pulled the window open, and winced at the unusually humid air.

Footsteps creaked beside him, and Spy glanced over, only to jump back as Pyro practically leaped at the window, slamming it shut. Its hands still gripping the window, it drew in a deep breath, which was then released shakily through its filter. Slowly it brought its arms back down to its side, and it looked at Spy.

Spy stared back into Pyro's lenses, an uneasiness creeping up his spine. There was nothing to read in the darkened glass, but somehow Spy knew there was no rage or malice directed toward him. Instead, the air around the two crackled with anxiety.

With no small amount of uncertainty, Spy reached up to pat Pyro's shoulder.

"Let's get to work."

—-

They were not alone in their anxiety.

A quiet had settled over the base, other than the occasional muttering, and the usual rowdy process of traveling to the day's battleground was eerily quiet, particularly when they stepped outside. Where once had been a violent windstorm was now an empty desert landscape, the air still as death.

And humid.

Scout made a noise of disgust the second they stepped outside, but the others mostly grimaced. Pyro was the last to step out, hesitating in the garage before Engineer ushered it into his truck, letting it sit shotgun. Sniper took his van, others took the RED Bread truck, and Spy of course opted to take his own car, deaf to any conversations happening in the other vehicles. But if the team's silence upon exiting their vehicles at their usual hidden parking location was anything to go by, he hadn't missed anything positive.

As the team marched the rest of the way to the abandoned sawmill on foot, Spy shrugged in his suit; it was clinging to him in the humid air. Heavy was already wiping at his brow, Archimedes was ruffling and obsessively preening his feathers, and Scout had a hand under his hat, feeling his frizzing hair with a frown. But even beyond the discomfort, there was a strange, electric tension in the air, one that pulled against everything and nothing at the same time, having no particular direction, but felt by everyone.

The sawmill was quiet when they arrived, as expected, and they were equally as quiet as they made their way up to spawn.

Demo was the first to mount the stairs, and he finally broke the silence with a cry of dismay, followed by a curse.

"What's the problem, private?" Soldier asked, hurrying up the stairs, only to stop. "Oh."

Brow furrowed, Spy followed the others as they all crammed around the top of the stairs, and quickly identified the problem: large portions of the roof had been blown completely away, leaving parts of their base exposed to the elements. "Of course," Spy muttered. "Perhaps our spawn has fared better, at least?"

But when he neared the room, he let out a growl of disgust; the door rattled open at a significantly slower rate than normal, and stayed open—something must have happened to the mechanism. Even the more fortified spawn room had sustained roof damage, with a few of the ceiling tiles also missing and some having crashed to the floor. Wonderful.

Behind him, Heavy stepped into the room. "Hmm. Will have to keep enemies from sneaking in through roof."

"I don't believe so," Spy replied. "They've never sneaked into spawn before, nor have we entered theirs."

"Maybe not," Sniper said, stepping in behind the other two, "but they've fired into spawn before." He let that sink in before stepping over to his locker. "Keep an eye out."

There was a quiet chorus of displeased grunts and groans in response—there wasn't much else to be said, after all, and no one was happy about the situation. Though something else occurred to Spy: "At the very least," he said, "BLU can't be faring much better."

"Nope." The Engineer set down his toolbox with a weighty clunk. "I reckon their roof's blasted off too."

"Hey, sweet!" Scout perked up. "Then we can shoot into their spawn, too!"

Soldier grinned down at his rocket launcher, but Sniper sighed. "Let's just stick to capturin' the bloody point so we can get outta this place before it falls apart."

No one but Soldier could really argue with that, and the mercs went about their business setting up. Though as Spy turned to his locker, he looked back at the others, and frowned at the sight of Pyro staring up at the hole in the ceiling. When he finished readying his tools and saw Pyro still in the same position as before, he approached it calmly. "I wouldn't worry about it," he said, and Pyro glanced back. "I have my doubts the enemy will try to get in through the roof."

Pyro looked back up at the ceiling, gave a barely-audible hum, and shook its head.

"With luck," Spy went on, "we'll finish this match before they even notice."

—-

They had no such luck—at least, not of finishing the match quickly. It seemed the BLU team had the same goal and was just as aggressive in their pursuit of capturing the point. Making the first capture at all seemed to take ages. Every time a team came close, the other was quick to overtake them. Excellent when it was the BLU team losing the capture, infuriating when it was their own.

All the while, Spy was unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, or was about to go wrong. It wasn't difficult to figure out what; every time he was killed—and it was more often than he wished to admit—Spy found himself glancing at the hole in the ceiling, tensing as he prepared for the BLU team to start spawn-camping. Several minutes into the match, however, it had yet to happen, though his fellow mercs cast an anxious glance at it every time.

Throughout the simultaneously frantic-yet-snail-paced match, a crackling tension built between the two teams, neither willing to give in. The tension finally broke when Spy failed to take down the BLU engineer's sentry, instead getting checked by the pyro. He let out a cry of rage as he bolted for safety, only for the sentry to gun him down.

Once he stumbled into spawn, he shook his head and glared up at the ceiling, only to have his view abruptly blocked by an outraged Soldier, followed by a very frustrated Heavy. "What happened?" Spy sputtered.

Soldier charged off with a wild battle cry, but Heavy glanced at Spy. "Enemy medic and heavy came in, fully charged. Took us down. Think they took point."

"Wonderful," Spy growled. Though surprising they did not manage to take advantage of our weakness. He kept the thought to himself for fear of jinxing their already bad situation.

As it turned out, he didn't need to. BLU was aggressive, and maintained their hold on the point, quickly causing RED to lose the first round.

The atmosphere of the spawn room was once again thick with tension as the team prepared for the next round. No one spoke as they patched up their wounds and reloaded their ammo, and a few switched out their weapons. Spy debated on switching to his Dead Ringer, but decided against it—too predictable. His standard watch would do for now.

"Pyro," Engineer said suddenly, and Spy glanced over as the Pyro gave a start. "I'm gonna need some doggone help this time."

"Nein," Medic cut in, looking up from cleaning blood out of Archimedes' feathers. "I have a plan to use it."

"Well, doc, I got a plan for it to use its homewrecker and protect my sentry so we can maintain the blasted point!"

"And how do you propose we capture the point in the first place, hm?" Medic released Archimedes, who fluttered up to perch on an exposed pipe. Pyro's gaze followed the bird. "I can Uber the Pyro and it can clear the point when BLU tries to capture."

Heavy sniffed, crossing his arms. "Heavy can do this."

"Ja, but they will be expecting that, like last time."

Frowning, Heavy nodded. "Is good point."

"You may be useful in providing a distraction," Spy said, taking a step closer to Heavy to join the impromptu strategy meeting. "If the Medic can send us a signal, you can move in on one side, drawing their fire, while I move in on the enemy sentry. Then the Medic and Pyro can move in on the other side." Noting the Engineer about to speak up again, he cut him off. "Afterward, Pyro can help defend the machines."

Medic hummed in thought. "That could work. But as for the signal—"

Scout strolled into the center of the group. "Yo, I'm right here! You're lookin' at the fastest one on the team, yeah? I can send the OK signal, no problem, then join in on some of the action." His final word was punctuated with a swing of his bat.

With a grunt, Demo waved a dismissive hand at the others. "Bah! You lot can do your fancy scheming. Soldier and I have other plans." He nodded at Soldier, who only grinned, laughing.

Everyone's gaze fell on Sniper, who had yet to give his input. He only shrugged. "Well, I saw part of the roof's blown off the main sawmill, so if I can get up there, I can try to keep an eye on things like Soldier does at the Harvest shed."

In spite of himself, Spy smiled. "Well, gentlemen, it seems we may have a solid strategy to win us this round. Engineer will set up his machines, Medic and Pyro will step back until ready, and give the signal to Scout, who will move in with Heavy and me. Once we have successfully drawn their fire, Pyro and Medic will come in the opposite way to clear the point for capture, and Sniper will cover us from above." He cast a sideways glance at Demo and Soldier. "Those two will hopefully not ruin things for us."

"Nope. We'll improve on your silly little plan!" Soldier insisted.

Spy stared at him, deadpan. "Are you planning on rocket jumping ahead of us to take out as many of the BLU team as possible?"

"That is classified information, private!" Soldier exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger.

"Very well, so long as it does not interfere with—"

"Mission begins in ten seconds!"

Everyone scrambled to ready their weapons, while Spy called out over them: "Stick to the plan, men, and we might be back in time for supper." Pausing, he looked over at Pyro, who was still staring at Archimedes. When Medic gave a whistle, the bird fluttered to its owner's shoulders, but Pyro was still staring at where it had been. "Are you all right, mon ami?"

Pyro gave a start and turned to face Spy, but neither confirmed nor denied his question.

"You heard the plan, non?"

After a moment, Pyro nodded.

"Good. Then—"

"Start fighting!"

Spy nodded. "See you at the point, then."

Everyone rushed out of spawn in much higher spirits than they'd started with. Demo and Soldier did indeed wind up literally blasting themselves forward, while Sniper went to see about climbing atop the sawmill. Medic, Scout, and Pyro hung back, looking for a hiding spot while they prepared, and Heavy, Spy and Engineer headed for the mill. Engineer took the high road to position his sentry up above, while Heavy and Spy hurried down the stairs to take the lower road.

Even as Spy hung back, waiting for Scout's signal, he couldn't help smiling to himself; if all went well, this would be a quick victory. Granted, they would need to win yet another immediately afterward, but... one thing at a time.

Yet in spite of their strategy, in spite of the team's enthusiasm, in spite of the fact that they were sure to win this round... something felt off. Spy checked his watch, his knife, his sapper, his gun, his disguise kit—no, they were all there. There was nothing he was forgetting, and yet...

He squinted at his disguise kit, suddenly realizing it was harder to see the buttons than it should have been, and looked up.

When had it gotten so—

The darkened sky was abruptly lit by jagged forks, which were quickly followed by a threatening roar of thunder.

And the clouds burst.

There was a unanimous cry—of surprise, of disgust, of horror—from both teams as the wall of rain collapsed upon them. Spy found himself immediately drenched, his suit clinging to his skin even worse than it had in the humid air. He snapped his disguise kit shut—groaning at the realization that his cigarettes were already thoroughly ruined—and shoved it into his pocket, exchanging a miserable glance with Heavy.

Over all the roaring, hollering, and overall cries of displeasure, there was no announcement postponing the match.

But there was an odd shriek in the distance that sent a chill up Spy's spine, and Heavy gave a shudder. The latter hefted Sasha up, grimacing. "Should we still wait?"

An explosion wracked the sawmill, but this was not unexpected, especially when followed by a whooping cheer from Demo.

"It seems the plan is still on the table," Spy confirmed. "Scout should be here any moment. Admittedly, I thought he would be here sooner, but—"

He broke off when he realized Heavy was no longer listening, but was instead staring, wide eyed, at something in the sky. Brow furrowed, Spy followed his gaze; a streak of lightning illuminated a small white bird, its feathers partially stained red.

Without another word, Heavy bolted back in the direction of the bird, which immediately looped back the way it came, away from the sawmill.

"Mikhail!" Spy cried, furious when Heavy made no acknowledgment, if he'd heard at all. He grit his teeth, preparing to ditch the plan and head into the sawmill alone, when a memory struck him—waking up in the middle of the night, and overhearing a very specific arrangement...

Sucking in a breath, Spy charged after the bird as well, easily outpacing Heavy. Up ahead, they heard a gun fire, followed by the wet thunk of a body hitting mud. Spy's head snapped in the direction of the gun fire, only to see Soldier blasting toward the enemy sniper with a wild cry. It didn't take long for them to pass Scout's corpse, which Spy looked well away from.

Archimedes swooped downward and around a corner, landing awkwardly on Medic's shoulder. The man was panting, his hair hanging over his glasses. His saw was held limply in one hand, his eyes wide and staring blankly at a spot on the ground.

"Doctor!" Heavy cried, approaching him before looking around. Spy did as well; Medic must have taken care of any attackers, but Spy did note with surprise that Medic's medi-gun was not strapped to the man's back, but rather, lying on the ground in a few pieces.

"Seems BLU caught onto our plan faster than we expected," Spy muttered, but Medic shook his head.

"It... it was not BLU," Medic gasped, pushing his hair away from his glasses.

Spy's brow furrowed, but Heavy suddenly perked up. "...Where is Pyro?"

Medic slowly looked up to meet Heavy's gaze before looking Spy in the eyes.

A second later, Spy straightened, his eyes wide as the gears clicked in his mind, and he cursed himself for not realizing it sooner. The notes, Pyro's anxiety at the weather, the fact that it had gone berserk in a battlefield with a running stream... He lunged forward, grabbing Medic by the front of his coat and ignoring Heavy's cry of fury. "Ludwig, tell me—the Pyro. It's injured by water, isn't it."

"Y-yes," Medic stammered, "but it... it's never—"

"It's never had shellshock until now," Spy snarled, dropping Medic and bolting for spawn.

It all made sense—Beatrice had probably figured out that it was hurt by water, and used that to torture it. And then of course the rainstorm had triggered a violent episode of some sort.

Well, their plan was shot, now. But at the very least, he could try to get Pyro to calm down long enough to finish the match so they could get out of this. He just had to—

Spy reached the stairs, and a familiar scream reached his ears.

All thought of the plan fled his mind as he bolted the rest of the way up the stairs, only to stop dead at the sight beyond the spawn door.

Scout was backed up against a wall, his shotgun on the floor several feet away, his bat in his hands (one of which was bleeding). Before him, standing with its back to the door, was Pyro. Its head was lowered, its axe in its hands. Both mercs were drenched, rainwater dripping off of their uniforms, and Pyro was growling, but the sound felt... wrong, for reasons Spy could not immediately place.

"G-get away from me, you freak!" Scout cried, brandishing the bat. "I'll bash your creepy head in! I'm warning you!"

Right then and there, Spy nearly stepped in to call out to Pyro, to draw its attention away, but another sound stopped him: a wild snarl.

Spy froze, his blood turning to ice, as two realizations hit him simultaneously: that the Pyro was making sounds at all... and that they weren't muffled.

Pyro lunged at Scout, who swung his bat to block Pyro's axe. With a dull thunk, the metal head of the axe embedded itself in the wooden bat, and Pyro yanked its weapon back, ripping Scout's remaining weapon out of his hands and flinging it across the room.

"Oooh that's—that's not good—" Scout stammered, looking between the bat and Pyro, who held its axe up silently. After a tense moment, Scout bolted around Pyro, aiming for the door.

For less than a second, his eyes met those of Spy, who was still rooted to the spot.

And at the end of that second, Pyro swung its axe, cleaving Jeremy through the middle.

Abruptly Spy's body was capable of movement, and in one quick motion he raised his gun and shot Pyro through the back of its head. It dropped on the spot, collapsing forward with a loud CLANG as its axe hit the floor.

Spy still stood, frozen in place, his gun still held aloft as he panted, his mind still seeing that look in Scout's eyes before he was killed, his nose still smelling smoke and blood. An old pain radiated through his left knee.

By the time he willed his legs to take him closer to the spawn room, the corpses had already despawned, leaving the floor sleek and slippery with blood and water, the former being washed out by the latter as rainwater continuously poured down from the hole in the ceiling.

...Wait.

Realization hit him, and he darted off to the side of the door just as Scout, still holding his bat, stumbled into existence just beneath the damaged ceiling. Scout buckled, his free arm clasped around his uninjured stomach and his face twisted in phantom pain. A moment later, Pyro spawned directly next to him, and immediately put its hands over its head, shrinking in on itself and giving a strangled cry.

Hearing that, Scout's head snapped over, and he scrambled back, both hands gripping his bat. "Oh, no, no, no, not again—!"

Spy's mind raced—this was just going to turn into a hellish loop of death and respawn if he didn't do something. Even if he stepped in, at best he would kill Pyro, who would just respawn in the rain that would set it off all over again. At worst, Pyro would kill him, and go directly back after Jeremy. There had to be something—something he could do to stop the Pyro from attacking—

A very, very foolish idea leaped into his mind, and without a second thought, Spy whipped out his disguise kit.

While Pyro was cornering Scout once again, someone else stepped into the room, hovering in the doorway. Neither combatant took notice until the figure spoke:

"I like a challenge."

Pyro froze.

Beatrice stood before the doorway, smirking at Pyro. While Scout met her eyes with a look of bewilderment, her own eyes narrowed and glanced from Scout to the door behind her. Scout's brows shot up in recognition, and he bolted for the door.

Pyro swung around to follow him, only to stop when its lenses fell upon Beatrice. While Scout fled the scene, ducking behind Beatrice and out the door, the woman stared Pyro down.

At first, the two stood perfectly still, looking each other in the eyes. But slowly Beatrice began to realize that Pyro was not still; it was trembling, slightly at first, but then its shaking grew in intensity, its grip on its axe tightening until Beatrice began to wonder if the handle would crack. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, in spite of the chill in the air, but her smile never wavered.

Finally she chose to break the silence: "Are you really scared of a little rain? You're more pathetic than I—"

Pyro's face split in half with a room-shaking roar.

Before Beatrice could fully register what had happened, Pyro was charging at her full-tilt, readying its axe. With more flexibility than would be expected from someone of her age and build, she swerved out of the way, trying to keep her eyes on Pyro all the while.

Its face had indeed split down the center, revealing a vertical maw lined with yellow fangs, aside from the very tip—the filter. Its breathing was loud, ragged, and clear, steaming the air around it.

Merde.

No matter how terrified she was inwardly, Beatrice refused to lose her composure; her brow furrowed, her teeth grit. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, grabbing a weapon of her own—a knife. "Fight me!"

Pyro hardly needed the provocation, snarling as it swung its axe.

Yet Beatrice sidestepped the attack again, countering it with a swipe of her knife that barely missed its target. She grimaced, knowing that it wouldn't work for her to keep dodging. At some point she was going to have to experience pain, as much as her brain was screaming at her to avoid it. Gritting her teeth, she allowed herself to remain an inch too close as Pyro brought down its axe again, this time grazing her left arm.

Sp—Beatrice's cry of pain was strained as she tried to focus her brain on maintaining her appearance. Not yet, not yet, not yet—! Blood trickled down her gloves and dripped down to join the rainwater on the floor, and she swore she saw Pyro's lenses—eyes—whatever on heaven, hell, or earth it saw with—glint at the sight of red.

It swung at her with all the more vigor, and she kept up with the motions out of pure instinct. It was only when her elbow banged against a locker that she realized Pyro had backed her into a wall. Frantically she looked left, then right, before fighting the urge to dodge and clamping her eyes shut. Her body tensed, waiting for the feeling of the axe cleaving her in half.

It never happened.

Just as she opened her eye, a large hand grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her into the air. She gasped as her feet left the ground, and as she stared into the lenses and gaping maw of the Pyro, she realized just how much stronger it had been than she'd realized, and how restrained it had been previously by comparison.

Its jaws closed and opened once, twice, as a shaky breath filled its lungs. "I..." Its voice was shaking, hoarse, and quiet. Beatrice's eye widened. "...will use your blood… to paint a rainbow."

Before Beatrice could fully process this, she was hurled to the ground, cracking her shoulder against the floor. With a gasp, h—she tried to push herself up onto her good arm, straining all the while to not change. Just as she raised her head, Pyro's axe came down on her wrist, and she collapsed again, leaving her hand behind with a shriek.

The axe came down again, the blunt side crashing down into her back and knocking the wind out of her. Before she could hope to regain her breath, Pyro's boot collided with her side, flipping her over. Dazedly she wondered at the fact that Pyro had not turned its flamethrower on her, when the CLANG of the axe hitting the floor broke through her thoughts. The sound was followed by two wet thwaps, and Beatrice turned her head slightly to see Pyro's gloves lying beside her.

"Wait—" she wheezed, struggling and failing to push herself up with her missing hand and busted shoulder.

Instead, something else lifted her, grabbing the front of her shirt and slamming her back into the lockers. Vapors rose from the Pyro's grip, and for a fleeting moment S—Beatrice was terrified that her appearance had faded, only to realize it was not smoke, but steam. Pyro's gloveless hands trembled as it held her, smearing wet soot onto the outfit and exposing the glowing flesh beneath the protective layer—flesh that was turning white-yellow on contact with the water.

"You're... hurt," Beatrice said, forcing herself to smile.

Pyro's eyes flashed, and its grip went from her shirt to her throat, its palms burning hot against her skin, claws digging into her neck. When she gasped for air, nothing entered her lungs, and Pyro's maw angled itself oddly, a dark chuckle emanating from its throat. "What's... the magic... words...?"

Beatrice gagged, kicking out her legs, only for Pyro to kick her in the shin as its grip tightened. Darkness popped into the corners of her vision as blood dripped down both her neck and the Pyro's claws.

"Wrong... answer."

It squeezed tighter, and darkness clouded him. He barely felt himself hitting the ground as Pyro dropped him, and his vision cleared enough in time to see Pyro hovering over him, its flamethrower at the ready... and smoke rising around the both of them.

The murderous gleam in Pyro's eyes flickered, then faded.

"...Spy?" it whimpered.

Managing a weak smile, Spy looked into the Pyro's lenses. "Congratulations," he wheezed. "It seems… you have... killed her."

Pyro dropped its flamethrower, but Spy never heard it hit the ground as the world faded around him.

[coolfireguy73]

Hello everyone, I'm... back ?

For anyone that may interest, it's me AG. You probably forgot about me.

Hi !

First of all I wanted to apologies. I don't didn't have that huge of a following but for the few people that followed my stuff and liked my AUs, I'm sorry I have essentially disappeared.

I have a few things to say about why I did and I will announce something regarding the Child mercs AU at the end of this.

So if you are not interested in anything else you can skip to "It brings us to today" further down.

For everyone else (not many I assume):

When I discover something new, a new game, a new anime or whatever, I may hyperfixate on it. I'll only talk about it, I'll only draw fanarts of it etc... Like TF2, this was one of my hyperfixation.

I say was because , for some reason, I can only hyperfixate on one fandom at a time. I can have a lot of things I like and care a lot for, but when it comes to the things that dictates my life and art (Like TF2 did) I can only have one.

I don't know why, I've always been like this and I kinda hate it at times.

Anyway, like you may have seen from my last posts, before leaving I fell into the JJBA fandom.

This was (and still is) my new hyperfixation.

I could literally feel it replace TF2 in my mind. And I hated it.

I still love TF2 dearly, but it had been... "replaced" in a way.

I had a lot of unfinished projet I knew a would have a harder time finishing because I had moved on to something else.

I tried to continu the comic twice. And both time the file got deleted.

I lost what little will I had to continue it.

An I'm sad about it. I hate it when I get invested in something that's unfinished. And I said multiple times that I would finish it ! That and the Cryptid AU.

But I never did.

It brings us to today:

I wanted to do this for a while and with the final entry of the TF2 comics finally out I figured now was a good time.

Even though I want to, I don't know when or even IF I'm going to finish drawing the comics.

THAT SAID, though the drawings aren't finished, the story, the description of what would have been on every page is !

It's been since before I started drawing it.

And I thought I could do something with it.

I can publish the last pages of the Child mercs comic in written form. Every drawing described and with the dialogue that should have accompanied it.

You'll essentially have the entire story, just, without the little drawings.

But only if you still care about it. And I know some of you did and even if only one of you want it, I'll do it.

It won't be the version I wanted, with my drawings, but if I never make them, at least you can enjoy the end of the story. And I'd hate to keep that from you forever.

Again I'm sorry for leaving, I figured you wouldn't want to see Jojo Fanart when I hadn't even finished my TF2 projects.

I'm still very grateful for all the nice comments I received, and maybe one day I'll come back with a few TF2 drawings to show you :)

P.S.: I never had a written thing for the Cryptid AU, I kinda want to rewrite it entirely but I'm working on another project. Though it's nearing completion so maybe I'll have time.

I mainly wanted to say, though I didn't have any idea where the story was heading, I did have an idea why they all became cryptids so if you want to hear about it too. Let me know.

Anyway, have a good one everyone.

And thanks for everything :)

-AG

[feathernotes]

Hello! My name is Krispy, and I’m the co-creator of the webcomic Ghost Junk Sickness (along with @spacerocketbunny​) It's story time!

GJS is a webcomic published by Hiveworks and features two bounty hunters with an unstable dynamic who are pushed to pursue the deadly bounty dubbed the Ghost The current iteration of GJS is about 9 years old (and wrapping up next year!) It’s been an incredible journey full of ups and downs. We’ve learned SO MUCH creating this comic, and I wanted to share some of it’s origins with you all in hopes of inspiring more folks to take chances, make mistakes, and get messy- and make that comic!

The origin of Ghost Junk Sickness came from our love for Magic Knight Rayearth and Final Fantasy 7. Vahn, the protagonist of GJS, was basically a mash up of Hikaru and Cloud from those two series. The very first version of this story has unfortunately been destroyed, and this map is the only piece I have left of that world. Character art still exists though, and it was pretty funny to see how obvious we were with our inspirations at the time.

The original attempt at the story was called Crew, and my sister Space and I worked on it in 2002-2004. We sort of got lost in our own ideas after that, and weren’t as focus on making the comic (now lost). A few years later, I decided to try my hand at it and it looked like this:

This was all done on low quality paper, whichever I could find at the time and some pencil crayons. This attempt was over 600 pages long and had a pretty random story plot, much like the first version. I could not tell you what it was about haha 😅

My second attempt (then called Divine Ace) I wanted to look more 'traditional manga' and kept with just inks and tried my darndest to tone on the computer (it never worked out). This one lasted over 400 pages, and was more allinged with my liking to edgy action anime and games at the time. It was also Trigger's first appearance!

After experimenting and eventually wanting to change- I started to work with Space again, and we collaborated in full on our first fancomic for TF2 called "Be Efficient, Be Polite." It was a good lesson on how we could coordinate our shared skill sets and plan out who did what as far as the whole process of comics go.

All of these comics (save for the very first lost version) were hosted on DA the day we got our hands on a scanner. It was our first taste on being 'webcomic creators' back in the day, and it was very fun! We didn't much care for readers, only the process of completion at the time, so a page done was always a victory worthy to be celebrated (and back then, we had more time to make pages!)

And so, as the years went by and we decided to move on from our fandom roots, Space and I went back to the Crew/Divine Ace project and redesigned and overhauled the entirety of it. (You can see the full evolution here) We wanted to re-asses what the story, comic, and characters meant to us, and how we could convey some pretty important ideas and concepts to our potential readers. From that, Ghost Junk Sickness was born, and began pre-production in 2013.

Years after, we find ourselves reflecting on how much we've learned from the process of going ahead and diving in head first. There were certainly many iterations and years it took to get where we are today, but realising that it all began that day Space and I decided to scribble some pretty mediocire comics in our homework books and papers. Because that is the beauty of comics- The many skill sets, the hats, and challenges that come along with creating them. And how much we've become better at so many things along the way. So if you read this and feel nervous about diving head first into your first comic, I'm here to re-assure you that things will feel tough, but exciting. Things will feel really hard but amazing when you're getting your story out in front of you with such an incredible medium. Webcomics will always be my favourite because of how accessible it is to any skill set. And know in your heart of hearts that there ARE people out that that LOVE to see growth, they love to see the progression of your journey. So get out there and start creating that comic that's occupied your brain for so long, and start breathing that life into your OCs and your world. The only way is up with webcomics, and the only way to start is just by creating now.

[hurricane-tsunemasu]

“…Hi. My name is Hayami, and i’m a transfer student from Hokkaido. I hope we can all get along.”

✦ Basic Oc info:

Name: Hayami Tsunemasu

Nicknames: Tsune, Ami

Age: 17

Height: 5’10

Birthplace: Hokkaido, Japan

Gender/pronouns: Intersex, He/they/it

Personality: Quiet, closed off, short tempered, blunt, antisocial, abrasive

Year two, class 2 student at PK Academy, transfer from hokkaido

Hayami is suspected to be a psychic who uses atmokinesis(has control over the weather) but that is simply speculation from people from his previous school. These are just rumours.

✦ Tags:

#Hayami Yaps - Hayami post

#Forecast - Hayami reblogs

#Calm before the storm - Answering asks

#Hayami forgot his umbrella - Rp starters

#Socialising - Rp tag

#Tsunemasu lore - lore tag

#Stag posting - mod posts

#Stag found this - mod reblogs

#Stag answers - mod asks

#Stags silly scribbles - Mod art / writings

Any sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly

!!Ooc and character description below the cut!!

✦ Blog info:

Hayami is an oc for The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K :)

You might know Hayami as ⛈️ anon :3 (yay i made the blog after kicking my anxiety in the ass!!)

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with no NSFW. Hayami is a minor!! Silly flirting and jokes are fine, but anything i deem too far will be deleted!

Mod is a self shipper, and is open to (platonic and romantic only) multishipping!

Mod uses he/him pronouns, and you can refer to me as Stag!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Mod has insane social anxiety so i apologise if i come off as awkward or rude (i’m just a little guy)

Mod has the worst memory known to mankind, so if i send multiple asks it is because i forgot that i already sent one(i am sorrgy)

Any photos i use in posts will be found on Pinterest.

My other RP blogs are: @canineriot-fenrir @meet-the-trapper-tf2 @redhead-string-shredder @crutches-n-stitches @ultimate-exorcist-chyrche @darling-idol-hoshiko @dutch-bunny-rabbit @stupid-fishbait-moray @aussie-menace-dingo @kerosene-n-gasoline @lt-morse @psychic-rosewood

✦ Rp info:

Rp will look like this:

[Actions and such go here]

“Talking will be like this”

✦ Physical description of Hayami:

Hayami is 5’10, and has a slim physique, looking quite feminine and androgynous due to his build.

His face is angular and sharp, their eyes are mustard yellow and always look bored or irritated, with some slight eye bags underneath.

Hayami has long dark green hair that reaches its back. He keeps the bangs swept to the side, and the sides of their head shaved.

It’s usual attire consists of a mixture of the PK academy uniform, a white shirt teal gakuran or cardigan(depending on the day), teal skirt with mismatched pattern socks and black loafers. He wears some silver hairclips in their hair, and some bead bracelets.

When it is not in school, their usual clothes consist of baggy jeans or cargo shorts, baggy graphic Tshirtd and hoodies, comfortable boots or trainers, leg warmers or long socks and a sheepskin jacket during cold weather.

✦ Interact list:

Please do interact:

Saiki k Rp blogs

Rp blogs in general

Anons

Saiki k ocs

Other ocs(from any fandom!)

Nice people

Do not interact:

Basic DNI

Pedophiles

Transphobes/homophobes

Racists

Creeps

(Some tags just so I don’t flop. Sorry for the bother!!)

@m33t-m1k0t0 @trainwithhairo @myeyesarebiggerthanmybladder @totallynotapsychic @angelwinkteruhashi @thejetblackwing @motorbikelover101 @goldenboymetori @plzgivefood @anpu-will-steal-the-show @psychicdelicz

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Hey y'all! As promised, since I'm back in the TF2 fandom again, here's some stuff!

I decided to make this my "Welcome to my side of the TF2 Fandom obsession" post with headcanons of characters and THEN the official ships!

Also I don't 100% view the comics as canon, mainly due to my personal headcanons and AUs that I had before certain comics denied or confirmed something. I like the idea of the team being split since back when I played the game and didn't read the comics yet I thought it was weird the gang would basically fight people who look like their friends and themselves, so I always did the split, kind of like this pic on who would be in which team-

Also, it adds fun flavor of rival-friendships/shipping-

So I'll remind those who find this post these are mostly for my AUs as my headcanons. Don't like any of the headcanons, opinions, or ships or are just looking for a Tumblr post with 100% canon events of the comics/game/Youtube video series then kindly move along

With that out of the way, let's get started!

Scout - Jeremey :

Baby of the group, obviously :D

As I said earlier I don't do a lot of the canon stuff for my AUSs but I do love the fact Spy is Scout's dad. But in my personal AU BLU Spy is Scout's dad! (Which btw in a separate AU RED Spy and BLU Spy are basically the same dude, kind of? Think of him as a neutral who's main job is to keep people in check and report things)

Scout has not a lot of memories of his dad and was under the impression he died

Scout was bullied in his childhood due to being raised by a single mom and implied his brothers had different dads as well as his struggles in school

With that, I believe in the popular headcanon/theory he has ADHD

Originally joined the team to get away from the Vietnam War drafters, making him a draft dodger

Out of the rest of the mercs, he has a lot more trauma with being respawned/dying and has nightmares sometimes

Obviously doesn't admit it, but he has a cross in his bed side drawer. He hasn't prayed much since he was a kid but was raised Catholic. And on some bad nights he does hold it close

This boy as so many freckles it's insane-

Spy :

Born in the a underworld of sorts, obviously. Was raised to know how to use a knife the same time as walking and talking

With that, he has no idea who his family is. Most likely they died after his birth, more so his mother since she "wasn't needed anymore"

Before the mercs, he was a P.I. / trained assassin who traveled the world and did his jobs quick, easy, unsolved, and no strings or emotions attached

Then one day while out in Boston in 1945 he gets a job to go after a mob boss. And while out in town he stumbles upon a woman about to be mugged. He knew he could ignore it, like any other crime he overhears on the job, but helped once the mugger got too bold. He walked her home afterwards to make sure she was safe and something just... clicked... Then he finds out she was the girlfriend of one of the mob boss's toadies when he dug her past a bit which was not great to learn. Especially when finding out said toady got her pregnant and ditched town the second he found out she was pregnant

He wooed her and the two shared a romantic evening swapping battle scars and dancing under the moonlight. All he told her was he was a solider and a orphan, the closest of truth he ever had with anyone... By a month of this affair, the mob boss is killed and he has to leave. But he wants to stay, especially finding out she's pregnant and he got along with her other boys, whom he find out each were from different fathers who either were dead beats or just plain dead.

So he stayed under a new name and welcomed his son to the world ...But sadly the past caught up to him quick by 1946 and he had to leave his new life to protect them from the life of his sins and crimes...

He knew immidentally seeing Scout's file it was his kid and for the first time in years he visited his ex

It went.... well I guess-

He vowed to never let Scout knows who he is, not because mission oath but because he feels ashamed

Medic - Herbert Ludwig :

First and foremost, dude's fucked up due to trauma and fucked up childhood.

Like at first I was just going to leave it at that but got curious of when he was born if I guessed he was 38 (to match the mid 30's early 40s vague answer we got in canon for his age)

And when doing math I saw it came to be like 1930-

Then I just....remembered he's German... and had to triple check to make sure he wasn't a kid DURING WW2 cause I wasn't thinking it would matter-

...So yeah, he was 9 when WW2 started… was probably 14-15 when it ended and so in my headcanons knowing all this stuff I kind of get why he would be so fucked up.

Obviously he's just fucked up regardless, but now I headcanon in the start of the war he probably witnessed a lot of things he shouldn't have. Maybe his weird humor of death is tied to knowing people who died during the time

So let me just do the angsty headcanons out the way since it's JUST his childhood-

Born by a religious household of a father who failed med school before he got married but a sweet hearted mother

His dad took him hunting at a young age and since then he's always had a fascination with birds and life. His father hated this "sensitive" side of him while his mother encouraged it and even gave him a book of birds as a birthday gift

When the war started he witnessed just how cruel humans can be and how scary death is when his mother died when she was subjected to Aktion T4

Now alone with his dad, he worked hard in these stressful times to be a doctor. But along the way his mental health was taking a deeper and bigger spiral which soon led him to run to America for a clean break

Joined the Mercs surprisingly early on since he had "medical knowledge" a.k.a. dude knew how to stitch and tell the difference of a cold and a blood clot.

Unsurprisingly, he got along with Heavy right away and the two bonded over being the only two learning English and having a weird zone of which they lowkey hide where they're from in a lot of places

He sometimes acts more manic or scary to scare people away

Has abandonment issues (Duh)

Probably has autism

Like peppermint smells. I don't know why, but it makes sense

Baths his birds

Has a little garden of herbs and flowers in honor of his mother, plus some poisonous plants that look pretty but he knows what they're for

Least religious out of all of them, just gave up on God when his mom died

Surprisingly, despite Heavy, he's only close to Scout by a long shot. He just finds the lil' guy neat

Heavy - Misha :

Dad's dead. No questions ask.

Cause this is set in 1968, he does get a bit more racist things said by outsiders due to the whole Cold War thing, but luckily people don't try anything cause they're scared of his height and muscles

Shaves his head for less grabbing when he fights

Had a dog back then named Sacha who passed away being a good guard dog, thus why his favorite gun is named in honor

Was a underground fighter before joining the other Mercs and was purposely scouted out for and hired in person

Him and Medic have dinner together almost every night

Legit the definition of "looks like he'll kill you but is a teddy bear"

Mundy - Sniper :

Spent all his childhood as that kid in the playground more focus on the ants than playing with the other kids

His dad taught him hunting and how to work a gun

Went to a military like camp in his early teens and kind of intimidated everyone with how good he was at the paint ball course and hiding his presence in any hide-n-seek like game. Including hiding his smell.

Was scouted personally by some guy searching for someone willing to go kill a deer for him and won't ask for credit Somewhere along the way he got assignation jobs

Was actually scared the first few times he killed someone. There were even times he literally had to put his gun down and stare off thinking. But over time he knew it was the job, forced himself to not read too much of the file so he won't get attached.

Refuses any job related to kids unless getting rid of some monster who hurts kids

Closest to Miss Pauling since she's who he reports back to most

Claims to not like everyone but has soft spots for everyone

Scout is somehow his closest of a friend you can call for a anti-social assassin

Surprisingly smells good given the fact he rarely baths. He just smells not stinky and it confuses everyone!

Jane Doe - Solider :

FTM Transgender

I know that's a popular yet semi iffy headcanon in the fandom since there's people who say the headcanon is controversial, but I legit thought this was canon before I knew any better

Also, MORE ANGST

One of the sadly very popular things to do for those in the LGBTQ+ community back in the day was "treating them" in conversion camps and asylums. Did you know asylums were legally required to do shock therapy and lobotomies to trans people back them until it "worked"? I found this out for a rp with a friend with a similar time-frame as everyone else and it felt right for our best 'merica boy Mr Doe to have it

He managed to get out of the asylum after they fucked his brain up and went under several name changes while trying to join the army but ultimately failed to stick to one for one reason or another (some he was found out and some he was just "too crazy")

Also check out this video, cause it basically made me feel less alone in certain headcanons of Soldier

Did underground top surgery

His childhood was a lot of yelling and a lot of struggles in school

His whole family was military and wanted to do it too when he got older but was told against it

Though one bar fight he was in is how he got scouted to work for the team, works well since he had so much knowledge of weapons and stuff thanks to his dad and granddaddy.

While everyone is either not religious or religious to some fault, Solider does visit church often for confession or just to find peace and pray

Dell - Engineer :

Favorite guy. I adore him!

Loves his family a lot

Won science fairs back when he was a kid

Learned guitar from his mom

Him and Heavy and Scout lowkey rival of the one who loves their mom most title

Amazing cook. Like if he and Medic cook together the whole base is flooded in excitement

The second least common to think of romance out of the crew but does long to have a family of his own

His idea of paradise is the warm sun, a rocking chair or porch swing, a big glass of iced tea, and just an amazing few

Wants a dog one day

Tavish - Demo :

EEEEEEY WHAT UP FELLOW SCOTTISH BEAN!

His childhood was loud, but not full of yelling like Soldier's childhood, just loud from his family's bomb making legacy

Hasn't fully moved on in the grief when losing his parents

Started drinking when he was 12 and hasn't stopped since

Big softie but thick and high walls

Will lay his life for any of his teammates

Like Engie, he wants a family one day but is insecure about his looks

If someone is racist to him, you bet your ass and Scrumpy his team will kill and hide the bodies

Pyro :

To be honest, Pyro's a little hard for headcanons but AMAZING at deep dives

I can go on for HOURS of what could be up with Pyro, why they're so into fire, but that'd take forever so let me just do what I can do with stuff from AUs over the years

In one AU Pyro is a woman who has a kid to raise alone which is why she works with the Merc

In another AU Pyro was someone who went though Hell and back and was basically saved by the team

Pyro always smells like smoke but like in a good way. Think a roasting marshmallow

Besties with Engie and Miss Pauling most

Now, onto ships!

Starting with HeavyMedic!

Literally if you don't sense something's up with them if you saw them, then what were you looking at??

They literally get each other

I actually loved them before I ever knew shipping was a thing

First said "I love you"s when the gang finished a fight and Medic was patching Heavy up

Next up: Texas Toast

I just think they're neat

Like I feel like Engie would understand Pyro most

Not a lot to say besides that I like them

Except this is their song:

SPEEDINGBULLET!

Okay, I wasn't into it in the start since shipping wasn't my focus originally

And also while watching Emesis Blue I liked Medic x Scout

But GOSH DARN IT DID SPEEDING BULLET TRIGGER MY HEART FASTER THAN SNIPER PULLING THE TRIGGER

Deep talks when both are awake, swapping beers and cigarettes

Sniper thought Scout was hella annoying at first (Which he still is) but grew a soft spot for the pipsqueak after a while

He does feel bad knowing Spy is Scouts dad and can't say anything

Oh speaking of Scout-

Yeah again I blame Emesis Blue for this

Like what doctor would put a random patient above his own life in a sense he would legit go and face a dangerous place to save him???

Thank you @cheemscakecat for making a post talk about this, check out their actual post for more looks into how much our favorite doctor cares for Scout

Though in actual canon I would like to imagine Scout crushed on Medic was lowkey a daddy issues crush

With all that, I do personally ship Sniper, Scout, Medic, and Heavy as a OT4! I even made a playlist!

Moodboard making is up for requests, I know I promised it but I'm tired since I've been working this all night and only now went back and edited things

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

HEYYY love the scenarios you qrite!!! if you do angst, could you do how every merc would react if a teammate they're close with (platonically) died in battle?

How Would the TF2 Mercs React to a Close Teammate Dying In Battle? (Angst!)

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Hi, I'm so glad to hear you like my writing 😭 also thank you so much for your ask! I do write angst, but most of the time, I tend to add a little bit of comfort just to keep things from getting too dark. I hope that isn't too big of an issue! But enough rambling, here we go :)

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ALSO, I don't know how to explain this, but some of the characters I associate with each other are ones I ship together or are well known ships in the fandom but, I think regardless of shipping, these characters have a close bond as friends and that's how I'm going to write them or at least try! (I hope that makes sense :D)

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TW: DEATH, VIOLENCE, LOSS OF A FRIEND(?), GENERAL ANGST BASICALLY!

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The mercs had an off feeling from the start. The battle had only begun but the other team we're fighting it was their last battle. All the mercs had at least one wound that would require stitches after the match. Then as the two mercs (whoever's in the head canon) cross paths, and a shot rings out, wounding them fatally.

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Demo- If Solider Died:

If he had been drunk when he stepped on the battlefield, he was sure as hell sober now. He immediately runs over to Soldier, fucking panicking like you wouldn't believe. He keeps trying to tell Solider that it's not so bad, that he can pull through, that it'll be okay, all well screaming for Medic to come and help. Soldier just takes his hand away from his wound. Demo tries to fight against him, but Soldier only tells him,

"It was an honor to fight by your side. See you in hell, Tavish." as he goes limp on the ground. Medic eventually makes his way to where the two lay, looking rather battered himself, and is immediately cornered by an enraged Demo.

"Can you fix this? Can you bring him back?" He says, trying his hardest not to break. Medic says he can, "Then fucking do it." is the only reply from Demo as he walks onto the field, forgoing his weapons. Fully intent on ripping the other team apart, limb from limb, with only his bare hands.

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Engie- If Pyro died

Engie never thought that you could see the light leave from someone's spirit, he thought you could only see it in their eyes, which was why he was half thankful Pyro wore the gas mask, he didn't want to think about Pyro dying, but it crossed his mind on more than one occasion, and he just kept thinking that maybe, if he didn't see the light leave their eyes, that it wouldn't hurt as much in the event that something tragic happened. He couldn't have been more fucking wrong. Pyro crumpled to the floor, blood staining the ground under them, taking shallow breaths, Engie swears that even though the bullet hit and killed Pyro that day, it also killed him. He immediately ran over, trying to find the wound to see how bad it was, hoping somehow it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He received no such comfort. Pyro just reached for his hand, sqeezing it tightly, before moving a hand to their mask, pulling it off their face slightly, just enough to mutter the words,

"I'll miss you. You were my best friend." Engie would fix their mask out of respect before carrying them to Medic. The ground was coated in blood by the end of the match. You couldn't step in any corner without feeling the ground squish beneath your feet. And yet, still sitting on the battlefield, even after all the blood shed, Engie sat in the spot where Pyro died, trying to look for the light that had been lost.

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Heavy- If Medic died

Instant rage. Like flipping a switch, all hell breaks loose. With no Medic to heal, well, Medic, Heavy makes quick work of killing the enemy team, not worrying about the multiple wounds he was receiving while doing so. He only spares the other teams Medic, spewing every threat imaginable at him if he doesn't heal his teams Medic. The other team's Medic, for his part, is trying his hardest. Knowing full well that Heavy will uphold the threats, he tries and fails. The damage is too severe, the blood is gone, soaked into the ground, and he can't undo what's been done. (He's nowhere near as good of a doctor as Medic) Heavy doesn't kill him. He sees no need anymore. His death won't fix what happened, and he tried, he held up his end of their "deal," so to speak. He sits next to Medic's body, apologies slipping out every now and then, apologies for not doing his job, for not protecting him. It was his fault his friend died, and he has to live with that forever.

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Medic- If Heavy died

He knows, in his mind, that death isn't permanent, so he reasonably shouldn't be worried, but he is. He's worried, devastated, angry, and he's feeling more emotions than he ever thought a person could feel. He runs to Heavy's side, comforting him, knowing already that the wounds are too grave to be healed. He can only just be with him now. He's speaking a mile a minute, assuring Heavy that this isn't the end. He can and will bring him back, apologizing in between reassurance for not being able to heal him, not being able to stop the pain, apologizing for anything and everything. Heavy cuts him off,

"I trust you, Doktor. I believe in you, I will see you again, my friend. Goodbye for now." Medic didn't even realize he was crying until he felt his tears on his pants. Medic could and would have killed the other team, but he ordered his teammates to keep them alive, just make it so they can't escape. Screaming, begging, and cries to God would be heard from the medbay for months.

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Scout- If Sniper died

Sniper wasn't even supposed to be there. He was supposed to be anywhere else. But he was there, and he was dying. Scout ran to his side, trying to find the wound, his basic first aid skills kicking in as he applied pressure wherever the blood was coming from, while yelling for Medic like he's never yelled before. Sniper just chuckled,

"What are you laughing at, I'm trying to help!" Sniper just pulls Scout's hand away and shows him the blood staining his hand and tape, and pointing to the blood pooling around the wound.

"It's no use." Scout just kept murmuring the word no. Sniper pulled out his keys with great struggle and placed them in Scout's hand, "Take care of the van for me, would ya?" Giving him a weary smile before letting out one last breath. His bat looked painted by the end of the day. Washed off his bat and then just sat in the van after picking up Snipers rifle and hat, putting them back in their rightful place. The van had never felt so empty and cold.

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Scout- If Spy died (Scout thinks Spy is his dad but has no proof)

Scout felt a deep pain seeing Spy be shot down in front of his eyes, an unexplainable pain. He'd seen everyone on his team get hurt at least once, but somewhere deep in his gut, he knew that nothing about this was normal. He ran over to Spy, pulling off his coat and trying to find the wound, Spy just tried to shoo him off.

"Just let me die alone, Scout. I don't deserve to die in company, let alone yours." Scout is taken aback, utterly confused, and angry.

"Spy, I ain't letting you die alone. I'm not letting you die, period. I know we don't always get along, but I care about you, so I'm not leaving." He goes back to trying to find the wound, yelling for Medic to come and help. Spy just looks at Scout, flashes of all the things he never got to have or ever will have haunt him in his final moments, but Scout's willingness to get him help, or even just stay with him, heals something inside Spy. He reaches out, grabbing hold of Scout's arm, saying one final goodbye to the boy he wish he would have raised,

"I've always been proud of you, Scout. je t'aime mon fils, au revoir." (I love you, my son, goodbye)

The words hit Scout deeper than Spy could ever know. Assuming he was saying something to Scout, that would make no sense, but Scout understood French well enough to reply to the dead man.

"J'aurais aimé que tu puisses dire ça avant, au revoir papa." (I wish you could have said that before, goodbye dad.) Scout let his pain be known through the slaughter on the battlefield that day.

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Sniper- if Scout died

Instantly concerned at Scout's expression when he's hit. His face goes from his normal smiling and joking (albeit with a concerned look shining through from time to time) to a face of pure shock and terror. He runs over to Scout as quickly as he can, asking him questions to try and figure out how best to help him.

"Snipes, it's no good," He's coughing when he speaks, and his sentences are getting softer, "I think this is it for me." Sniper can't say anything. He just holds Scout's hand. Wishing he could find the words to express his fear of losing the bond he and Scout had built over the years. Expressing anything other than pained silence. Scout seemed to pick up on this, letting out one last quip, "Don't beat yourself up for not having any words, I don't think anyone could describe me. I'll miss you Snipes, make everyone else's lives hell for me, okay?" Sniper went cold, picking up his rifle, storming off to the best point he could find, and littered the battlefield with bits of brains and skull.

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Spy- if Scout died (Scout knows that Spy is his dad)

Guilt riddled the second he saw Scout fall to the ground. Spy had gotten into a natural habit of protecting Scout from most dangers, claiming each time that Scout was just lucky he happened to be around. But to see Scout be struck down because Spy was unable to protect him and made feelings well up in him that he had tried to bury. He ran to Scout's aid, attempting to help in any way he could, taking off his coat to soak up blood as well as using it to partially pact the wound, Scout let out a soft laugh,

"You'd really ruin your fancy coat for me?" Meant in jest, the joke hit Spy harder than it should have. Wondering if Scout really had doubts on if Spy would sacrifice his life for something as trivial as clothes. Scout saw the look cross Spy's face but didn't have the words to answer the questions floating around in Spy's mind. Scout just reached a hand out to Spy,

"It'll be alright, just uh," his voice breaks a little bit as he asks. "Tell Ma, I love her. She'll love to hear from you again and give here these. He says, handing over his dog tags. Spy looks shocked, wanting to ask when he found out, but Scout was gone before the words left his mouth. The battlefield will never be the same again, stained with corpses and blood. His butterfly knife will never be the same again.

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Solider- if Demo died

Soldier never thought he'd see the day where Demoman would fall to the ground. His friend was so strong, so powerful, nothing could stop him. But there he was, on the ground, blood staining the dirt, and Soldier found himself being truly scared for the first time. He runs faster than he's ever ran before, getting to his side in an instant. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know what to do. He calls for Medic. Trying to somehow comfort Demo. He's never been good with words, wants to express. He knows how much this friendship means to both of them, how deeply they care for each other, he wants to explain this all, to make it known, but all he can say is,

"You're a strong man Demo, this little bullet wound won't take you down!" Demo just gives him a small smile.

"I don't think I'm coming back from this one, lad."

"Don't say that. It won't take you down. This can't take you down!" Demo just extends a hand, hugging Soldier before going limp in his arms. The battle wasn't the same after that. Men wept out of fear, seeing the carnage, knowing they were next to be slaughtered. The battlefield was covered in flesh and bone by nightfall, and he still wasn't done inflicting damage on the ones who took his friend from him.

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Pyro- if Engie died

They go numb. All the color drains from the world around them as they find themselves by Engie's side, heartbroken. Their friend, someone they've come to trust, and have a deep bond with, the only person that they believe can truly understand them is ripped away from them. Engie only looks up at Pyro with a sad face,

"I'll miss you partner, you were the best friend a guy coulda asked for. I was lucky to have you in my life." Tears well up in Pyro's mask, dropping out when they pull the mask off, just enough to be able to speak.

"Please don't leave." Engie raises a hand to their face, wiping away some of the tears.

"I don't think I have much of a choice in the matter. Don't worry though, we'll meet again one day, I'll make sure of it."

The body goes limp in Pyro's arms. The battlefield was scorched. Nothing was left by the time Pyro was finished with it. Only the other nine mercs, the ones who killed Pyro's friend, failing to find a place amidst the fire and ash. Finding themselves at the end of Pyro's flame thrower, pleading for anyone else to come kill them. No one listened. Scorched earth and nine piles of ashes were all that was left as night fell.

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Aftermath! (Short Happy Ending)

Medic managed to revive each merc after hours of tinkering with their corpses, trying every imaginable (and unimaginable) way to resurrect them. He won't tell anyone how he did it, but no one really cares too much. Tears and hugs are shed from many grown people that day <3

(Uh, if you're wondering how Medic came back, the Devil probably just didn't feel like dealing with him and sent him back lmao)

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Hell, hath no fury like a man who just lost his best friend.

Oops, I had to give Scout two because I originally had no one who cared that Spy died lmao. Anyways, I hope you like this Anon, sorry it took way too long to write. I uh didn't think it would be this long 😭

Silly little word count just for funsies: 2337 words, and it clocks in at nine pages in times new roman 12pt font double spaced, just incase you were wondering.

I. Am. Exhausted.

This took at least 4 hours. I'm not complaining, but like Goddamn. New post tomorrow, hopefully.