#but Zhanna is his other half

[listenupcupcakes]

Have some ears!

…

ARE YOU PROPOSING TO ME?

SADLY I AM ALREADY HAPPILY ENGAGED!

#I know i know #it’s hard to resist #an American man of his stature #his perfect physique #truly the epitome of handsome #but Zhanna is his other half #the love of his life #and probably going to murder you now #solly speaks #solly answers #anonymous #anon ask #tf2 ask blog #tf2 askblog #tf2 soldier #tf2 solly

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Back In Your Arms Again {pt. II}

[pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[summary]:Tara sighs and closes her eyes, trying to keep her  tears in as her lips tremble. Why did I even think she’d wanna talk about it?stupid.

[warnings]: my writing, but other than that nothing else

You, Zhanna, Andrei and Bao are sitting in their kitchen, having dinner and talking about random stuff until Andrei speaks up -as he was pretty quiet until now-. “So, Y/N..” He starts and all of you turn to him. You cock your head to the side, awaiting his question. “Are you… or are you not moving in with us? Cause like, you taking your sweet time deciding and it has been a while so you must’ve made a decision by now.” Andrei raises his eyebrows while looking at you as he puts down his fork.

“Well, I mean I already told you guys that I don’t wanna be a burden and I’d rather suffer with……….Tara” You swallow thickly while avoiding Zhanna’s gaze.

“OH come on!” She exclaims. “You  can’t be serious! That bitch doesn't deserve you, not even your presence!” Zhanna huffs angrily while looking at you.

Bao sighs and places a hand on Zhanna’s forearm. “Babe,  calm down. She didn’t say she forgave her, she said she’s willing to share a dorm with her. Not the same thing.” She tries explaining to Zhanna who’s still glaring at you. Zhanna just huffs again and looks away from you, deciding to glare at the table instead.

“Yeah, Z. And if I really can’t tolerate it anymore, I’ll come here. First thing” You try reassuring her to which she responds with only another huff and a turn to the side. You shake your head softly while sighing deeply before getting up. “Speaking of… I need to get back. By this hour she’s probably asleep which gives me enough ‘me’ time in the dorm.” Andrei raises his eyebrows at your statement to which you only react with a roll of your eyes before going around and hugging everyone then saying goodbye before walking out to the streets.

Although it’s only November, the streets of New York City are covered in snow. The snow that's currently crunching underneath your boots as you walk.

After a good 20 minute walk, you found yourself back on campus and walking to the dorms. Once you’re at your door, you stop and stomp a little to get rid of the remaining amount of snow on your boots before hesitantly opening the door. As you step in, you see -to your dismay- Tara by her desk. You suck in a deep breath and that’s when she looks up.

“Y/N. Hi. Where’ve you been?” She asks, turning to you as the orange light of Tara’s desk lamp illuminates on her face.

You blink once. Twice. And three times before answering her while turning to take off your winter coat and boots.

“I don’t see how that’s your concern and business.” You bluntly blurt out, walking over to your wardrobe and taking out your pajamas.

Tara huffs and bites her lip. “Why not?” But, oh, she knows all too well why not. But, nevertheless she still asks, which results in you turning to glare at her before storming into  the bathroom. Tara watches with sad eyes, biting her lip before shaking her head and looking back down at her book.

About half an hour later, you return from the bathroom and sit down on your bed while drying your hair with a towel. You stared at the back of Tara’s chair for a while before speaking up. “ Did ….Chad come around today?” You say his name almost like it’s a disease. One that can not be cured. A virus that can not be killed.  

Tara pauses her reading for a moment before looking up at you. “No. He didn’t”

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but that kind of relieved you. You let out a small ‘hum’ of acknowledgement.  Tara looks at you a minute longer before looking back down at her book. The atmosphere is awkward. The tension can be cut with a knife as silence falls upon the two of you.

The silence only lasts about 3 minutes before Tara speaks up.”So, I know we have a lot to talk abo-” Before she can finish her sentence you cut her off.

“Night, Carpenter.” And with that statement you turn off the lamp on your bedside table and lay down.

Tara sighs and closes her eyes, trying to keep her  tears in as her lips tremble.

Why did I even think she’d wanna talk about it?

stupid.

Tara thinks to herself before swallowing thickly and letting out a shaky sigh. Her head turns to the direction of your -now- sleeping form. You have always been fast to fall asleep. Her eyes scan your body before shaking her head and looking away as she gets a text. She looks down at her phone.

Chad 😊💕

-hey, Tar. You up?

Tara sighs and hesitates before texting back. 

Tara 🤭

-yes. why?

Chad 😊💕

-wanna meet up? 😎😉

Tara feels her jaw clench as she looks at the screen. Ever since you’ve been living in the dorm, she’s seen Chad less and less. She knew why. He knew why. Even you knew why. And Chad is still trying to save what’s worth saving. And..maybe Tara should, too. But she just couldn’t bring herself to. Not when you’re a part of her life again. She’s not gonna let go this time. She’s gonna keep holding you until she physically can’t anymore.

Tara 🤭

-no. sry. Have to study for midterms.

Chad 😊💕

-okay.  that’s fine.

But then again, are you going to try coming back to her again? Do you still think about her when you’re alone? Do you still think about that night?

Cause she does. And even Chad can’t bring her mind to peace about it. How could he? He wasn’t even there, nor does he care enough.

A/N: again, it has been a while which I'M sorry for. also this is really short but since you guys wanted a part 2 (me too), here it is.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #scream fanfic #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #scream vi #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #scream franchise

[bcdrawsandwrites]

(Please reblog if you want to, do not repost! Do not post to Pinterest!)

[ID: A Team Fortress 2 fanfic cover featuring a render of Pyro and Spy standing back-to-back in profile, with Pyro facing left and Spy facing right, standing against a dark purple background. Spy is smoking. Both characters have a yellow/orange rim lighting. Above them is the title of the fic, Flickering, glowing the same glowing yellow/orange. /end ID]

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: K+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship

Characters: Spy, Pyro, all the other mercs, and Miss Pauling (primarily Spy and Pyro, but everyone else has important moments too)

Warnings: TF2-typical violence, PTSD, panic attacks, trauma in general (none of these guys are okay)

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 (Teeth (mechmolar) also did the render for the cover!)

Notes: This fic is legit like around 80% complete already because it takes me forever to actually post anything these days. I'll be posting new chapters as I feel like it. It'll be around 10 chapters in total. Also, Pyro is nonhuman and uses it/its pronouns in this fic. Okay? Okay.

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Prologue

They were pretty sure they knew what awaited them when they got to Gray Mann's base. Or, Spy was sure, anyway. Mann was after the same Australium they were, and they'd be interrogated for what little they knew. And he wasn’t going to get that information out of them easily.

Spy’s tongue nudged one of his fake teeth. The time would come for that eventually.

His suspicions were confirmed when Demo, still distraught from the loss of Sniper, was dragged out by a couple of the enemy mercs, who snickered over the ways they could "make him talk."

That left him, Miss Pauling, Soldier, Zhanna, and Pyro, all of them chained up in a tiny room, waiting out their fate.

Well, until that thing entered.

It was the other team's pyro. Their Pyro perked up with an interested hum when it saw the other, only to jump—as much as it could with its feet chained to the floor—when the enemy pyro removed its face.

Spy had, admittedly, been caught off-guard, but rolled his eyes immediately after. This was not like their Pyro. This one was a human—a woman, her face scarred with old burns and one eye missing, her hair pepper gray with half her scalp scarred over. The fact that she was human had startled him more than any disfigurement could have.

Of course, he had to remind himself that his team was the exception, as always. They'd become so accustomed to the incredibly strange nature of their comrade that it felt eerie to actually see a human behind a similar mask.

Pyro must have felt the same, with the way it tilted its head with a hum of consternation.

The woman stared at it in turn. "Hm. This one seems promising."

Miss Pauling's head shot up, but Spy nudged her and subtly shook his head.

Unfortunately, Soldier was not on their wavelength. "That one? HAH! If you need a building burned to the ground, maybe! But Pyro doesn't talk!"

One of the woman's eyebrows raised in interest. "Really."

Spy shut his eyes, imagining himself flipping open his butterfly knife and driving it through Soldier's throat.

"Nope! It's completely incomprehensible! It can’t tell you anything! The rest of us won’t, either—we will not yield under torture, especially not me. Though I'd love to see you try!"

"Soldier, no!" Zhanna cried. "I must be tortured first!"

But the enemy pyro did not respond to them—likely still staring at their Pyro. "It doesn't, eh?" she said, putting a heavy emphasis on the pronoun. "Good. I like a challenge."

Seconds later, several robots filed into the room, immediately heading for Pyro and unlocking its shackles from the floor. Pyro mumbled something at them.

"Wait, no!" Soldier cried. "Pick me, pick me! I'm a good challenge!"

But the robots paid them no mind as they escorted Pyro out, and Spy cracked an eye open to see it showed no signs of worrying about what was about to happen. The door slammed shut, and he let out a sigh, tipping his head back. "Soldier, you are going to get us all killed."

"We're gonna die anyway!" Soldier protested. "We can at least go down fighting!"

"We are not going to go down fighting, you imbecile. We are—" He stopped himself there, deciding he didn't particularly want to reflect on their fates with someone who wasn't going to care anyway.

"Poor Pyro," Miss Pauling murmured. "What are they going to do to it?"

Spy shrugged. "Better it than us." He lowered his voice. "With luck, they'll waste several hours trying to get information out of it before they realize Soldier, idiot that he is, was more-or-less telling the truth. That may buy us some time."

"You think we can still get out of this?" she whispered, hope edging into her voice.

"Not likely. We're probably delaying the inevitable." His tongue nudged one of his molars.

"We'll have to hope.” Miss Pauling sighed, staring at the door. "I guess Demo or Pyro could break out."

Spy barely resisted the urge to snort. "The drunkard? Not likely. Pyro? Who knows."

"I still can't imagine what they would do to it."

Spy tipped his head back to regard the ceiling for a moment. "Who can say? Waterboarding, perhaps?” A random guess, and he snorted at the absurdity of it. “Though I struggle to imagine what could break that creature."

"Neither could the Administrator. That's one of the reasons she recruited it." Miss Pauling shook her head. "If that's the case, maybe it'll find a way to break out. And break us out of here."

"Unless it decides to burn down the whole base with us inside. Regardless, resisting torture and breaking free are two different things. But we shall see."

Soldier groaned. "But when's it gonna be my turn to get tortured for information?"

"Will be our turn soon," Zhanna reassured him.

Spy heaved a sigh, and Miss Pauling shut her eyes.

They sat in uncomfortable silence (save for Soldier and Zhanna's chatter) for some time, Spy keeping an eye on the door while Miss Pauling stared at the floor, lost in her own thoughts.

The minutes ticked on. For how long, Spy was uncertain—he couldn't reach his watch to read it, and the feeling of dread in the air was not helping with their perception of time. Next to him, Miss Pauling occasionally muttered to herself, and every so often he could pick up phrases.

"...and we could go back to Australia, and..."

"...if Scout or Heavy are still out there..."

"...and Sniper could... wait, no..."

Sighing, he almost considered tuning her out, but it was a good distraction from his nicotine cravings, at least.

At some point, she raised her head. "Where is it?"

Spy raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"Pyro. They've been keeping it for a long time."

"Yes. Demo has been gone for some time, too."

"Yeah, but... they can get information out of him." She turned to face him again, and an unspoken question hung in the air.

Spy returned her gaze. "Miss Pauling, if you are under the impression that we are in the hands of anyone other than violent sadists, I do not know what to tell you."

Before she could react, the door burst open.

“I VOLUNTEER!” Soldier cried, straining against his manacles.

But instead of their captors, Pyro stumbled into the room.

Spy would have hoped that it had indeed broken loose and come to rescue them had it not been for the fact that its hands were shackled behind its back.

The robots escorted Pyro to the end of the bench, where they shackled its feet to the floor. Meanwhile, the enemy pyro stepped into the room.

"Finally!" Soldier exclaimed. "You've had your turn, Pyro. Now it's mine!"

"Our turn," Zhanna corrected.

With an unfriendly smile, the woman turned to face them. "If you insist."

While the robots got to work escorting the two least intelligent people out of the room, Spy and Miss Pauling looked over their recently-returned companion. "Pyro?" Miss Pauling whispered. "You okay, buddy?"

Pyro said nothing, sitting still on the bench and facing forward.

"...Well, it looks okay, anyway." Miss Pauling shrugged. "Guess the Administrator was right."

"Hm." Spy's eyes narrowed as he continued to look Pyro over. While it was true that it looked more-or-less uninjured—the suit was a little roughed up, but that was it—he couldn't be too sure that it was unharmed. The enemy wouldn't have just done nothing with it, and the way Pyro did not answer them, nor even respond to its surroundings, was not encouraging.

Nor was the fact that it was trembling.

But before he could analyze Pyro's behavior any further, the doors burst open again, and this time a barely-coherent Demo was practically dragged into the room.

In the whirlwind of events that followed, the torture that their fellow mercs had endured was nearly all but forgotten.

But it would not stay that way.

#tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #miss pauling #tf2 soldier #team fortress 2 #my art #my writing #fanfic #art collab #FINALLY I AM STARTING TO POST THIS #also yes I am still planning on posting the 20-some-odd complete Psychonauts fics I have on my computer #maybe I'll post one of them tomorrow or something #flickering fanfic

[asexual-cat-furry]

TF2 nationality headcanons

(I think of RED and BLU as separate characters, who might just happen to look/act alike)

RED Scout - american (Boston, MA) (his ma has irish ancestry, from Galway - I saw this headcanon somewhere and I love it)

BLU Scout - filipino-american (NYC)

RED Soldier - american obv (Atkins, AR) (I know that he's supposed to be from the midwest but I don't care. I headcanon that his dad is from Idaho and his mom is from Ohio. Also I think he's like 25% native or something because I think it'd be funny/interesting if he's not 100% White American™)

BLU Soldier - american obv (somewhere in Virginia) (he was raised by eagles in the Appalachian wilderness, so he barely speaks coherent english)

RED Pyro - chinese (somewhere in the south, but spent most of their childhood homeless in Shanghai) (they never told anyone and it's unlikely they ever will. The only people who know are Pauling and the Spies, but none of them will tell) (I know it's a popular headcanon but I never really saw them as mexican, sorry)

BLU Pyro - irish (Dublin) (their muffled voice is made harder to decipher due to their hardcore irish accent. BLU Demo can understand it best)

RED Demoman - scottish (Ullapool) (literally canon)

BLU Demoman - scottish (Glasgow)

RED Heavy - russian (somewhere in far eastern Siberia) (his family doesn't look white, especially Zhanna, so I think they're probably some kind of siberian people)

BLU Heavy - ??? (swedish? belarusian? idk man)

RED Engie - american (Bee Cave, TX) (I hc the Conaghers as a whole to be a mix of white & latino, so the Engies speak spanish as a second language and often just switch to it to exchange praise/insults/advice without others noticing)

BLU Engie - american (Bee Cave, TX) (RED Engie's cousin although doesn't have the Conagher surname actually)

RED Medic - german obv (Stuttgart) (jewish, although his family probably converted to christianity many years ago and either way they're not particularly religious, Medic is actually the "most religious" of his immediate family but that's just because he knows Satan exists)

BLU Medic - british-greek

RED Sniper - new zealander, half-māori (born in Auckland, raised near-ish to Perth)

BLU Sniper - australian, half-aboriginal (somewhere in the outback in Queensland) (the half-aboriginal thing is also a headcanon I saw somewhere and happily adopted)

RED Spy & BLU Spy - french (Paris) (they're twins)

Edit: Dang it I forgot the tags

#constructive criticism very appreciated! #also if I said something offensive I am terribly sorry #if I did pls tell me so I can fix it #tf2 #tf2 red team #tf2 blu team #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #also both pyros go by any pronouns! #tf2 headcanons

[singularsoldier]

Been re-reading the comics and one thing that’s been lingering in my mind is when Medic says the team won bc everyone else doesn’t have a soul

Probably a throw away line, but its got me thinking. We don’t know exactly what Medic’s contract w the devil was. All we know is that Medic sold his soul and upon his death he would go straight to hell. One might think “oh he sold it for his medical abilities” which is good in theory, but then we have the Two Cities update. There, it describes Medic’s hometown of Rottenburg.

Most important line here is “chasing the next in resident lineage of mad doctors out of town…whenever they swapped out too many super-charged baboon hearts”. Medic comes from a family of doctors/medical personnel. Its likely that he grew up with dissections, scalpels, and everything else that makes him the man he is.

So! What could possibly be the deal with the devil? My theory is that rather gaining medical abilities, he enhanced his own. I can very easily see a frazzled Ludwig on the brink of a miracle only to fall short due to costs/capability/fragility of the human body. Medic is definitely a smart man, but it wasn’t enough.

See how the Devil says “you would have ended up here anyways”? Medic has always been a mad man. He just got the chance of a lifetime to make his wildest dreams a reality.

Now, why the extra souls? Again, Medic is a smart man, and he knows that under normal circumstances, the rest of the team would die from his experiments. Think of the Meet the Medic video. Heavy is fully conscious with his entire torso open. You can chalk it up to being silly game logic, but for the sake of my post, lets pretend he’d be dead any other way.

By removing his soul (and everyone else’s) Medic likely preformed a similar deal. He’s not the type of scientist to denounce the supernatural. The mercs can clearly use magic as seen in the Halloween gameplay, so how different can magic be from a devil’s powers? (Dont answer that). By taking their souls, Medic was able to enhance everyone else in a similar fashion. Whether it be durability, intelligence, or just a vague “they’re all stronger now lol” the mercs outlasted their predecessors. Despite being called jokes/loser mercenaries, they beat the tfc crew into the dust (with the help of Pauling and Zhanna ofc).

All in all, this is just a half baked thought i put together. Probably lots of holes in it if I take a deep dive, but its fun to think about!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 devil #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs #miss pauling #tf2 zhanna

[averageludwig]

TF2 VAMP AU LORE ???? WHERE CAN I FIND IT ?? I NEED IT NOW .

hi I’m very normal about the au and your work I promise (lore drop pretty please??)

Hiii.... Thats me (I got this super late last night and got really nervous and happy and didnt reply sorry woops).... Its not a huge thing, at least not yet, Its a work in progress But I can tell you what I have currently :3

Basically, The Vampire Mercs (RED) (Demo, Medic, Sniper and Spy) aren't mercs but are working different Night jobs. So Demo owns a Tavern (still a demoman, just on the side), Medic is a nurse, Spy is, well, a Spy and Snipers a hitman. They all use their jobs in different ways to get blood !

Medics been a vampire for the longest, He somewhat turned himself by experimenting with vampire dna and he is a few hundred years old.

Spy is the second oldest, naturally Half a vampire, he is still immortal, can turn into a bat and suck blood for strength but physically ages a little faster. Made him a very good spy throughout the years.

Sniper is the third oldest. He was a Monster hunter who travelled around trying to get Medic but ended up dying in the chase, which made Medic bring him back and subsequently turning him into a vampire (He thinks they are friends :]) Snipers fine with it (new powers and such plus loving the taste of blood) but not too keen on the immortal part.

Demos the youngest one, He's been turned recently aftering being offered to get his eye curse reversed by Medic. But the only way to reverse, WITHOUT turning his eye into a monster every Halloween, was to turn him completely into one, a vampire. He still doesn't have his eye but he doesnt have to worry about the curse or going completely blind by his 40s.

This is already alot but I am gonna keep the rest of the guys brief. The rest of the mercs (BLU) (Heavy, Pyro, Engineer, Scout and Soldier) are all workers at a church which suspects vampire activity around the town (RED fucking with them for funsies lol) but it slowly spirals into them practically being friends and more. Engineer, Heavy and Soldier are all Priests whilst Pyro is a Youth pastor and Scout is just a volunteer (his mom dragged him there). The other mercs from from red team are also human but are minor characters (Like Red Soldier and Zhanna are a married couple next door lol) There is alot of pairs which WILL change over time, depending on what I like currently, But the current ones are DemoSolly, Spoovy, Science party and Flash fire + sniper (no idea what ship name for them is !!). And Also Yes, Blu Scout is a quarter vampire. He only gets some powers like speed and living a little longer, but doesn't need blood. OKAY THATS ALL IF YOU WANT ANY MORE YOU CAN ASK ANYTIME !!!

#averitext #so much yapping damn #vamp au is literally my playground bye #lots of things are solid but I do like to change it up a bit #miss Pauling is also a vamp but I haven't had the time to get into her more #the blu mercs still need writing too

[cultofmalcolm]

so i've decided to put like the mercs in a british secondary school

Here's some facts abt each of them!

@muttering-folklore helped a lot with this, so danke mein vater

Soldier: Trans Solly propergander (ftm), instead of touring people around famous people, he was either helping out on open evening or showing governers around. Merasmus' only friend (M swears they're not friends) GCSESs: Food tech, Pe, history, spanish, trilogy

scout: He and sPy are half brotehrs in this, bc its a bit weird if ur dad goes to the same school as you. Wears headphones around bc most teachers dont care (at our school at least) Gcses: Art, Pe, French, Geography, Trilogy

Pyro: i have no fucking clue what to do with them, other than them being a head prefect :( GCSEs: Art, busniess, doesn't do a language does extra maths and english lessions instead, geography, trilogy

Demo: Not much abt him again, i don't even have his gcses down, and he's sctually britsh. gets drunk in fields most of the time

Heavy: Moved schools over the summer, to be with his sisters but moved back along with Zhanna. Used to date Medic, then stopped, then started again <3 GCSEs German, Geography, food, PE, Triple

Engie: Head boy. Buzz cuz. Wears glasses in this bc its very similar to goggles GCSEs: DT, computing, History, german, triple

Medic: fellow trans man, joined the abserloute cunts that are the classics over the summer. neek. GCSEs: Triple, PE, geography, History, German

Sniper: gamer kid. moved from aussie over the summer, the gang saw him in a window looking all sad and was like, "yo you wanna be friends?" "sure" called sniper bc he's very good at shooter games, especially one called Band Bastille 2 GCSEs: no fucking clue mate

spy: as said before, scouts half brother. No one actually knows what he looks like due to the fact that he always has his hood up, despite the teachers constant nagging. steals cigs from shops (would never even touch a vape ewww) GCSEs: French, idk ehat else

merasmus: enby, goth though everyone calls them a wizard or magician, fucking hates it, went by max for the best part of year 7 then a substitute came along and everyone knew their real name, embarrassed as fuck abt it GCSEs: Spanish, idk what else

Miss. Pauling: college student, hangs out with the gang while they all skive off school, idk what she took for college bc I'm still in secondary school, probably a levels though. somehow top of her classes??

rights that it, i have ideas for admin, and the manns and that lot, but that shall have to wait

please reblog this, i would like others to know the glory that is a British secondary school au

hehe sideways merasmus design

#tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 engie #tf2 heavy #tf2 heavymedic #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 merasmus #tf2 solly #tf2 miss pauling #british school #tf2 au

[imagination-overreaction]

I've been really into Team Fortress Two lately, and seeing as I cannot get the Actual Fic Writing to go, I wanted to do a little character analysis thing as a silly, so here's my favorite tf2 pairings and how i think they'd act:

Soldier x Spy / Freedom Fries

This ship is utter chaos and honestly I love it. There's a lot of light, passive-aggressive bullying (from Spy) and a lot more heavy, just plain aggressive bullying (from Soldier) and they may seem like they want to kill each other at points. However, neither one of the two will hesistate to mow down anyone who threatens the other.

Spy is stuffy with how he shows affection, especially when there's witnesses. Maybe he moves past him a little too closely and brushes his hand on Soldier's arm as he does. Maybe he hides a small smile as he rolls his eyes at what idiotic thing his partner says. Maybe he doesn't immediately call Soldier stupid to his face when he really really wants to, because he's trying so hard. These quiet attempts at passive affection are ruined by Soldier being the antithesis of subtle, in every way imaginable.

Going off of how Soldier is with Zhanna in the comics, I wouldn't say Soldier is the most verbally affectionate person, but his constant antics and comments and death-defying combat skills would certainly help to pry Spy out of his shell just a little bit. I also think that Spy would teach him how to do a few openings on his butterfly knife. Soldier would get the quickdraw down, and possibly the basic opening. Jury's out on anything more complex than that.

Engineer x Medic / Science Party

Evil mad scientist x Morally questionable tech genius. There is no universe where this ship is bad. Well... it can end badly for other people if their forces combine, but that's how it is.

Long, coffee-filled nights in the lab, each one taking turns to listen to their partner's incomprehensible speeches full of science jargon. They nod, half understanding as the other points to different blueprints or medical diagrams, explaining concepts far beyond their own paygrade, and only mostly hold themselves back from interjecting about their own project that would go wonderfully with this one.

The night Engineer finally starts crashing from exhaustion he goes down to where Medic is in the lab and asks when he's coming to bed. Medic, being Medic, says some shit like "Oh no I don't sleep, I removed that part of my hypothalimus years ago."

Engineer says "Alright darlin', see you tomorrow," before kissing him on the head, going to bed, and not worrying about what a hypothalimus is nor how Medic is even still alive at this point.

Does Engineer somehow dodge Medic's request to be some sor tof test subject? Maybe, but there's the even higher possibility that Medic was requested to assist with Engineer's mechanical hand.

Heavy x Medic / Red Oktoberfest

What is there to say that hasn't been said already, by authors far better than i?

Evil mad scientist x All-too-willing test subject that could also crush this scientist like a bug if he chose (but he doesn't. He doesn't, because he loves this doctor). No notes, 10/10, moving on.

Sniper x Spy / Bloody Suit

Also called Spyper, which is the best ship name ever made imo.

Same Spy characterization as before, but instead of the extreme of Soldier it's the general curmudgeony attitude of Sniper. There's also a lot of bullying in this one, probably more than there is with Freedom Fries because Sniper is also not passive aggresive, he just likes to pick on Spy to get a rise out of him, and Spy likes to pick on Sniper to get a rise out of him, and so on and so forth until something is broken and they're either aggresively arguing or aggresively making out. Who's to say.

There's so many possible ships and honestly? I haven't seen a single one I could automatically dismiss (other than Scout/Spy, but Scout & Spy as a familial relationship is good). I wanna do more of these as I find more ships I like, obviously I didn't even mention anything with Demo, Pyro, or Scout, and I barely mentioned Heavy, but what can I say I'm biased <3

Part 2

#character analysis #headcanons #team fortress 2 #tf2 #sniperspy #engimedic #soldierspy #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #long post #feel free to suggest a tf2 ship i want more things to avoid homework with

[nikoofdeath]

So! Well I'm working on my tfw comic here's some info on the characters! Mostly red unless marked otherwise.

Spy: is tough love, he keeps others at a distance. But truly cares for the younger ones on the team (scout, runt, demo, sniper. [He isn't sure of pyro])

he will train them but push them to their limit. Rarely swears, but when he does it is in French.

Scout's mom is the only person to ever see through every disguise he has. She knows his body language and calling cards or quirks. When he would disguise himself to see Scout against his contract. She knew it was him every time and always found a way to kiss him.

Sniper: social to learn what the others quirks are. Would in theory betray them for half a peach.

Will steal items of the her mercs and hoard them. Can become obsessive sometimes.

Isn't interested in romance or sex, he'd rather observe others than get his hands dirty. But has strong friendships he refuses to admit are friendships.

Reads alot of books.

Climbs trees to get away from others will sleep anywhere. Has a habit of passing out in the middle of the day due to a poor sleep schedule.

Forgets to hydrate and eat, drives medic nuts.

Soldier: the only man to ever scare this brave American is heavy, has a respect for that man and will not cross him.

Made his wedding ring out of shrapnel from battles he and Zhanna have been in.

Speaking of Zhanna he loves her more then anything. If anyone slanders her they are dead. Very. Very. Dead.

His raccoons are his children. He thinks Pauling doesn't know about them, but Pauling is the oen that feeds them food that keeps them from getting ill form the poor diebt soldier gives.

Soldier can speak at least one other language, but no one knows what it is. He rather use it to easedrop on others then use it.

Collects things that remind him of his childhood and his wife for the possible prospect of children. "They will grow up as I did!"

Engie: when higher had a beard, pyro makes him shave it though as the comic gose.

Met Pyro before Pyro was given thr job. Was the one to tell Pauline about them.

Grew up with Leo in bee cave. Got him the job when Leo ran out of money for med school.

When is mad gets loud and stomps. Will drown self in work jf stressed.

Uses ductape for too much. Atheist 40% of his tech is reliant on duck tape somewhere on its body.

Pyro: is female.

Was daughter of someone who gave her skills to run a company.

Is very smart along the lines of Dell, tarvis, medic and Leo. But dosenr flaunt it. Sees it as nothing.

Has panic attacks. The mask helps with them liking being held tight and in smaller spaces.

Can read people well. Has those who are therapist of the crew check on those who are not ok. Knowing they are scary.

Collects taxidermy, runt gives them the failures if hers. Decorates the taxidermy in hats and doll clothing.

Can set anything on fire.

Demo: has made his own alcohol it sadly if touches the air will explode so uses it in bombs.

Loved Hawaiian shirts. Has always wanted to go but never had the time.

Is the one that tends to thr guardens of the base. Won't let pyro touch them after thr incident.

Is the therapist's friend but also the trouble maker will give you good life advice but also tell you to do something stupid. Thare is no invtween.

If it wasn't for heavy he would be the glue. Will talk to anyone. And helps cook most nights.

Has tattoos and feckless.

Scout: keeps a plush bear his dad gave him. Him. The others tease him but spy struggles not to tear up when he sees it.

Has a baseball his mom gave him when he got the job. Dosent know spy is the reason he got thr job. His mom begged him as their wasn't any Jobs for him.

Is forced to mentor runt. Iant a big fan of this but dose it for pauling.

Is more respectful than he acts. He acts loud and rude to seem cool. But his mother put a strict respectful streak in him.

Gave his dad a feather when he was 4 he doesn't remember. But Spy keeps it in his hat.

Heavy: is quiet gentle gient.

He is very smart and rather watch then talk.

Is very loyal and has had a..talk with soldier that if he ever hurts Zhanna he is a dead man. Soldier now refers to him as Sargent. He won't tell the others what he said.

Cooks well, but rather not do it. Not something he enjoys.

Is a artist. Paints in his free time.

Sings alot as well and plays five instruments.

Medic: is of Jewish descent. Doesn't..talk about his family or what happened in the war.

Has a gold ring he wears at all times on a necklace.

Dosenr talk much. Unless you get him talking about science. He loves to learn.

Is older than everyone. Rumor has it he knew the original mee teams. Uber has some interesting effects on life expectancy.

Guilty pleasure is anything chocolate.

Has money insecurities due to past. Will do anything for a bigger paycheck....anything

Leo: is medics apprentice. Has been working for 3 years.

Is quiet but loyal.

Has a gf back home. Sees runt as a little sister.

Runt and he have been pen pals for over ten years. A school project is how they ended up sending letters.

He knows what happened to Runt. He is the one who convinced Pauling to interview her.

Is shocked runt got the job was fully ready to tey to blackmail Pauling.

Runt: the youngest of the group. Only having a year of work under her belt.

Was trialed for six months before first battle.

Has alot to learn. But wants to do everything perfectly. Is rough on herself for this reason.

Can't lose this job. If she does she is sent back home or die. Has hallucinations so fears will be put into a loony bin if family finds out.

Is eldest of six. Loves her family.

Spy teaches her how to torture people. She enjoys it perhaps too much. For her she likes to know how people tick.

Blu engie (G): is quiet bur social.

Has a sadistic side. Will gutt you if given chance.

Second in command of Blu.

Was born without left hand, when engie lost his right he'd make jokes to his short cousin about it.

Is Dell's cousin. He is younger but taller.

Is patient and if mad gose silent. He dosent emote much unless he's with someone he likes or trusts..oddly enough..runt of red is one of those people

Pauling: finds scout cute but puts job first.

Is nerdy type. Has played dnd at least five or seven times.

Loves to collect rocks. Has a few scout and the mercs gave her.

Loves to read.

Has coffee more than anything else. Her hands shake because of this. Still is one of the best shots of the whole crew.

Teaches scout to read when they have days off.

Runt and her go out to get coffee and Runt gives her info she already knows but likes having a female friend.

Well that's it suffer I guess idk I got a comic to make!

#tf2 ocs #tf2 #tf2 demoman #demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 comic #tf2 headcannons #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 comics #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 headcanons #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 soldier #tf2 oc medic

[bugslaststraw]

TF2 literally won over TFC in the comic because "power of friendship." I am not kidding. The TFC team did not actually save each other or try to help each other even like, once. The TF2 team are literally constantly saving each other's lives. Soldier getting tortured to death? No he's not, Zhanna saves him. Half the team about to be executed by TFC Demo and Spy? Nope, Soldier and Zhanna save them. Whole team dies because blood sucking robots? No they didn't, Medic saves them. Spy's down? Sniper saved him, going way out of his way to do so. Demo down? Medic saves him too. Medic down? Boom. Heavy saves him. This is the only reason they lived.

#tf2 #tfc #team fortress 2

[hellofa-ride]

I think more people should appreciate demo and soldier, it doesn't even have to be romantically

Demoman x Soldier headcanons:

-Honestly, everyone on the team could tell that they were something more than friends.

-Even before they realized it.

-The moment that they realized that they were something more than friends is when they started slipping each other kisses on the field.

-Also, none of them have pretty much ANY experience with romance so they were both completely clueless when it came to that.

-They tried to do romantic things for each other but about 30 minutes into it turns into a chaotic mess.

-Eventually, they gave up on doing the romantic stuff and now all their "dates" are just going out drinking with each other or doing stupid shit together.

-Also, they cancel out any braincells the other one has. Two wrongs don't make a right after all.

-Their romance is SUPER casual.

-In fact if they didn't constantly make comments about how hot the other is or kiss each other like every other second you might just think that they just had a really intense bromance.

-Demo's relationship with Zhanna is... complicated.

-Soldier is still dating Zhanna, but Demo is also dating Soldier.

-But surprisingly, Zhanna and Demo do get along pretty well!

-Demoman will just be having a normal day until Soldier runs up to him and will whisper something into his ear and then they will both run off and be gone for the next 8 hours.

-When they do get back it's usually accompanied by problems that they caused.

-Both need parental supervision, are not to be left alone.

- Specifically, cannot be left alone together on the Fourth of July.

-Last time that happened they blew up half the base (and the Intel) and everyone had to stay in a shitty motel for the next two weeks.

-Spy still holds a grudge against them for the incident.

-Honestly, are head over heels for each other.

-Can and will watch with heart eyes as the other brutally beats a Heavy to death.

-On the battlefield it is quite annoying since they will run off together and although they will get a lot of kills, they will cause SO much chaos and will ignore anyone who tells them to stop.

-Also will completely ignore the objective when together.

-They are very open to the other team about their relationship and will casually kiss each other on top of BLU Medics dead body.

(Sorry for being dead, I was on vacation.)

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #headcanons #tf2 heavy #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #t2f Soldier #tf2 Scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 demo #tf2 boots and bombs #boots n bombs #demosolly #tf2 demosolly #tf2 ships #tf2 GAY

[vixi-bix]

Zhanna Yurasova, simply known as Zana, is an odd individual. She doesn't like talking to others much. Other than the occasional word or two, she's almost nonverbal. There's not anything physically wrong with her. The root of her speech predicament can be traced back to her time in Pijha's realm during the Seven Day War.

The Seven Day War took place over three thousand years ago. Vernin, one of Pijha's children and the god of knowledge and mischief, was angry that his half-sister was receiving more attention and praise from Pijha. Vernin believed himself to be better than her and that he deserved more. He tried to have her killed and sparked a war between the gods. Some were on Vernin's side, and some were on his sister's.

Pijha, upset that his children were fighting, sent away all creatures in the godly realm. Except one. A human hybrid known for her strategic approach to things and a no-nonsense attitude. Zana.

Zana was placed as the general of Pijha's army of sent to quell the infighting. She did this very well. So well, in fact, that Vernin had to resort to his fail-safe. He consumed the gods on his side and used their powers to banish the gods that opposed him. He, in turn, was stripped of his powers and sent to the human world. Pijha has used a large potion of his energy doing this and fell into a deep slumber.

Zana refused to leave Pijha's side for quite some time after this. She spent three thousand years protecting Pijha while he slept. In his sleep, Pijha accidentally sent Zana to the human world.

Now, she lives in SummerFolk Hills as their quiet but well-mannered librarian.

#art #oc #creepy cute aesthetic #aesthetic #zana #zhanna #Zhanna Yurasova

[fruit-teeth]

Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 26)

Engineer suddenly felt angry, but he felt as though he shouldn’t be. As he gazed at Spy from across the meeting table, he realized it was pointless to harbor any ill will toward him. After all – Spy and Fred had been foes with one another. Come to think of it, Fred had even been foes with Dell himself, in a strange sort of way. His mind flipped back to their conversation earlier, and he asked himself: was it always like this? Was war alway so complicated?

Spy could feel Engineer’s eyes on him, but he said nothing. Perhaps after the meeting, he would ask how Fred was. Or maybe, he would just figure out which room the old man was in and just snoop around there.

But there was no time for that now: Bea, along with some other unidentified opponents, had learned the location of the base.

“What do we know about that lad Bea had with her?” Demoman spoke up from where he was seated towards the front of the meeting room. “Anyone know who he is?”

Spy quickly composed himself, clearing his throat. “Based on what Helen said, I'm not sure. However, based on his description, I believe he is a member of some government facility."

Scout groaned. “Oh, great, a fed!”

“A fed?” Engineer repeated, brows furrowed. “That can’t be, she’d never team up with a fed!”

“Well, we cannot be too sure of anything,” Spy sighed. "We have two options: either find them before they get to us, or strengthen the base's security against any incoming danger.”

“How about we do both?” Sniper suggested. “I mean– that seems like the right option, right?”

“Yes, true,” Spy mused, pausing in thought. “But we must consider something: we have civilians on this base. No matter what happens, we need to keep them out of harm’s way. My thought was to put them up in a hotel for a while — under protection, of course.”

“I dunno if Ma would like that,” Scout muttered.

Yana suddenly raised her hand. “Maybe we split up! Half us go look, half of us stay!”

Heavy considered that prospect for a moment. “Maybe that is best…”

“Yes!” Soldier barked in agreement. “I would like to stay with Zhanna!”

“All right, let’s see…” Spy got a sheet of loose-leaf paper and began scribbling on it. “Here — let’s take a vote of who wants to stay behind and who wants to go on a search party…” he cleared his throat. “If you would rather stay behind and defend the base, raise your hand!”

Soldier instantly stuck up his hand, and so did Medic.

Spy blinked in surprise when he noticed Medic’s hand raised. “You’d really rather stay behind?”

“I have some research I need to finish,” Medic explained. “Not to mention, Zhanna…”

“Zhanna?” Heavy glanced up, concerned. “Is something wrong with her?”

“Well…” Medic’s voice faltered. “Maybe. After I got back, I only got to check on her briefly, but it seems she’s showing mild signs of early labor. It might be nothing, but I’d rather stay behind just in case.”

Heavy frowned upon hearing this. “Oh, dear…I will stay behind, too. Make sure it is all okay…”

“I will, too!” Yana piped up, and she turned to look at Bronislava. “What about you?”

Bronislava thought about it. “I…I would like to go searching. Mama will be there for Zhanna, if anything happens…”

Spy made a note of all this on the paper. “I see…keep in mind, we may be moving our civilians to a hotel for safety reasons. Anyone else who plans on staying behind?”

Demoman raised his hand. “Aye! I plan to plant some bombs ‘round the area just in case any bastards come snooping!”

“Same here,” Engineer agreed. “I actually might put up sentries around, too, and I might even hook up the hydro pump I made.”

"Good idea," Spy said, before adding, "Medic, Heavy, Soldier, Demoman, Engineer, and Yana will stay behind. Does that make sense?"

When murmurs of agreement rose up around the room, Spy gave a nod. “Good. Now, that means that Scout, Pyro, Lar-Nah, Bronislava, Sniper and I will be going out in a search party. Correct?”

When everyone had agreed, the meeting was adjourned for mission preparation. However, Spy approached Engineer shortly after the others had dispersed.

“How’s your father?” Spy wanted to know.

“Oh— um…” Engineer scratched the back of his head. “He’s settling in. He won’t call my ma, though…”

“I see,” Spy sighed, looking away. “Well…give him some time. I’m sure this must have been quite an unnerving experience for him.”

Engineer just watched Spy for a moment, before glancing away. “…yeah. You’re gonna go off on that search party, then?”

“Oui,” Spy confirmed. “But I need to let Angelica know, and perhaps I can talk her into going to a safer location.”

“Yeah…maybe I’ll get my pa to do the same,” Engineer looked back up at Spy. “Wouldn't want another incident.”

“I understand,” Spy gave a curt nod. There was a slight pause, before Spy turned and left the room without another word.

At the same time, Bea had managed to drag Lazarus to a phone booth that was deep within town. Bea helped an unnerved Lazarus into the phone booth so he could call for help for his broken arm, going unnoticed by the frantic Teufort citizens who couldn't find their mayor.

“You sure you don’t want to just go to the hospital?” Bea watched as Lazarus meticulously entered the numbers with one hand while the other hung limp by his side.

“No!” Lazarus barked through gritted teeth. “I have to call my team…they’ll patch me up, I trust them way more than I trust any hospital in this godforsaken town!”

Lazarus held the receiver between his good shoulder and his ear, waiting for one of his teammates to answer. When they finally did, he said, “It’s me! I need you to send someone to come get me, I had a fight with a demon and it broke my arm!”

Bea raised an eyebrow, but she said nothing as Lazarus made arrangements for his team to pick him up. He ended the call by saying, “Thank you, and afterwards we’ll put those bastards in their place!”

As Bea helped him hang up the phone, Lazarus grunted, “They’re on their way.”

“How long will it take for them to get here?” Bea wanted to know, opening up the door to the phone booth and beginning to step out.

“An hour, roughly.” Lazarus walked over to a park bench nearby and sat down, grimacing when the movement jostled his arm. “Ugh— our base is quite a ways away from here…”

“An hour?” Bea repeated, alarmed. “Are you sure we can’t just stop in the hospital?”

“No! It’s too risky!” Lazarus snapped. There was a pause, before he sighed. "We already have doctors on my team. I'm sure someone will look at me once we get there," he said, looking up at Bea. “I assume you’re going with me?”

“Oh— all right, sure,” Bea nodded. She thought for a moment, and then asked, “What is it your team…does, exactly? I assume you deal with the paranormal, but…”

“Yes, that is what we do,” Lazarus affirmed. “We investigate supernatural happenings and put a stop to them. We maintain the natural order of the world by keeping magic of all types in its place.”

Bea took this in for a moment. “This includes demons?”

Lazarus nodded again. “Of course it does — demons possess a form of dark magic! It has no place in this world…or at least, it shouldn’t. Magic and science need to be kept from each other, they cannot share a space. My team works to ensure this.”

“I see…” Bea thought this over. She vaguely remembered her late mother's stories about demons and magic, as well as the facts she learnt about magic from Zelda. After a moment, she remarked, “Sometimes I think my sister’s magic was what ruined her.”

Lazarus glanced up upon hearing this. “What?”

“I never got magic, but she did,” Bea went on to explain. “When we were homeless kids struggling to survive on the streets, having magic was useful. But after we were adopted…I don’t know. She didn’t use it for a very long time, until I started working for Mann Co. as a mercenary. Then she became incredibly possessive of me, which makes sense given that it was the first time we were separated. She used her magic to go after my team members a few times, threatening to turn them into frogs or seal their mouths shut if she felt they were putting me in danger during missions. I had to stop her and calm her down each and every time. It made me start to distance myself from her.”

“How disturbing!” Lazarus remarked, though he leaned toward, eager to learn more.

Bea sighed. “You could call it that. We had limited contact after that, but she just…she wanted me to come live with her so badly. She always sent me gifts and talked about how much she couldn’t wait to see me again. But recently, everything changed; one of those new mercenaries—specifically, a woman who was with them—killed me. I didn’t know it at the time, but Zelda had been actively spying on me, and she collected my remains. She paid Merasmus, the wizard, to help her reanimate me..." For a brief moment, she glanced down at herself, contemplating everything. “Now we’re back together like before, just like when we were children. This time, it’s all about revenge. It’s all about payback…ironic, considering that was the thing that got me arrested when I was younger. The Administrator would never have learned about me, and Mann Co. would not have hired me as a mercenary if I hadn't been arrested back then.”

Lazarus blinked in curiosity. “You were arrested? For what?”

Bea got very quiet for a moment, before muttering, “That’s not important. But I took the job so I wouldn’t get a heavy prison sentence. That’s all you need to know.”

Lazarus just nodded, and much to Bea’s relief, he did not ask anymore prying questions about her arrest. Instead, he changed the subject. “You have the base’s address with you, right?”

Bea gave a nod. “I do.”

“When my team arrives,” Lazarus went on. “Will you show it to them as well? Then you can join them in rescuing your sister and getting your revenge.”

Bea considered the prospect. Outside of what she had just learned from Lazarus, she had no idea who these people were, but...having a team again felt too ideal to pass up. She inhaled deeply, and then gave a nod. “I will. Thank you.”

“No…thank you,” Lazarus managed to smile, his arm still laying limp on his lap.

At that same moment, Medic was busy looking over Zhanna. As he did so, Sonya hovered nearby, watching anxiously.

“Well?” Sonya asked after a moment. “What is wrong with her?”

“There’s a very good chance it might just be a false alarm,” Medic concluded after a moment. “But just to make sure, she should be kept on bed rest!”

“I am fine,” Zhanna insisted, not enjoying being treated as though she were fragile.

Heavy placed his palm on his sister’s shoulder. “You must relax, sister. We tell you this so much,”

Just then, Bronislava stepped in, her supply bag slung over her shoulder. “How is Zhanna?”

Zhanna waved her prosthetic hand, beckoning her sister. “I am fine! Are you leaving?”

Bronislava stepped over, putting her arms around Zhanna and hugging her. “Soon, I must wait for everyone, first…”

Sonya pulled her two daughters into her arms, holding them tightly. “You must both stay safe…”

“We will!” Zhanna insisted. “It will all be fine, Mama.”

As he stood by his mother and sisters, comforting them as best he could, Heavy noticed Medic leaning over something on the nearby desk. Curious, he made his way over there to see what it was.

“Doktor?” Heavy asked, getting Medic’s attention. “What is it?”

“Oh,” Medic cleared his throat, gesturing to a stack of papers. “These are copies that Merasmus made for me, from his books about The Corrupt. I’ve been skimming through the text to see what I can learn!”

Heavy grunted. “I see. Does not matter. We will not let these creatures attack us,”

“Yes, yes, but…” Medic leaned against the desk, folding his arms. “I’ve learned something incredibly fascinating — The Corrupt is actually not an ancient entity, as I suspected it was!”

Heavy raised an eyebrow. “And what this mean?”

“It’s a fairly recent creature, by demon standards,” Medic went on to clarify. “See, according to these texts, there weren’t sightings of this particular entity until after the year 1800! After this, The Corrupt was apparently discovered by hypnotherapists who said their clients would have visions of it! It’s all very curious, isn’t it?”

“Hm…let me see,” Heavy reached for one of the papers, looking it over. As he did so, Medic continued talking.

“At some point, I’d like to get over there and study this creature! Or…creatures. They seem to be multiple beings that share one mind! Merasmus claims that these beings were previously people who were taken over by this singular consciousness. Wouldn't it be fascinating to research something like this?”

Heavy lowered the paper and shook his head. “Doktor, you must not. It is too dangerous!”

“Oh, I only would poke around for a bit!” Medic waved him off. “Besides, I do not mean doing it now! After we've sorted everything, I want to look at the beast and see what kind of control it has. There is no risk there, in my opinion!”

“I do not know…” Heavy confessed, turning to look back at his family.

Further down the hallway, Angelica stood by the sink and rinsed out a mug she’d been using. As she did so, Scout came up behind her and placed his hand on her back.

“Ma,” he announced, getting her attention. “We’re gonna go soon.”

Angelica set the mug on the counter, concerned. “Oh? Go where?”

Spy entered the kitchen, explaining, "Jeremy and I are going on a mission to find out where the enemy is. We don’t know when we will be back,”

“Another mission?” Angelica tilted her head. “But you guys just came back from one!”

“I know,” Scout tried to reassure her. “There’s just so much happenin’! You get that, right?”

“I know, but…” Angelica faltered a little, sweeping a lock of hair out of her face.

Spy took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb over it. “I understand we haven’t gotten to spend too much time together, but we just need to sort this out, all right? On top of that, we’re considering sending you and the other civilians here off to a hotel for safety reasons.”

Angelica glanced back up. “A hotel? Why?”

“There’s a chance of this place being attacked,” Spy explained. “We cannot risk any of you being hurt in the process. You understand, don’t you?”

Angelica looked at her lover, and then she looked at her son, saying nothing. Finally, she took a long breath. “No. I…I wanna come with you.”

Scout and Spy exchanged glances for a brief moment, before Scout spoke. “Ma, no, you can’t!”

“Look, Jer,” Angelica reached out, tucking her finger beneath Scout’s chin. “This whole time, I’ve been here worried sick about you two, watching everything happen, and…god, I’m sick of it! I wanna be with you guys — I don’t care if we’re hunting bad guys, I just wanna be with both of you!”

Spy shook his head, taking her hands back into his own again. “You’re a civilian, we cannot allow that!”

“What about Sonya’s daughters?” Angelica pointed out. “They ain’t part of the company, and they were just on a mission with all of you!”

“That’s different,” Spy tried to explain. “They’re filling in for Zhanna. On top of that, they have fighting experience,”

“So do I!” Angelica insisted. “What, you don’t think living in Boston all those years and having to fight my way out of those streets doesn’t count?”

“Good point,” Scout pointed out.

Spy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Angelica…I don’t think its a good idea…”

“Why?” Angelica asked again, arms folded as she stepped closer to Spy. “Hon, I ain’t gonna be any trouble. I promise!”

“I’m not worried about you being the trouble!” Spy snapped suddenly. He paused, and then sighed. “I’m…more concerned about the trouble targeting you…”

Angelica watched Spy’s expression for a long moment, before she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. “We’ve been apart for too long, baby. I know you’re worried, but I’m tougher than you think. Please, just…let me be part of this too.”

Scout nudged Spy, grunting, “C’mon, let her come with us if she promises to never call you ‘baby’ in front of me again,”

Spy couldn’t stop the little snort that left him, and he looked back up at Angelica, his face softened somewhat. “All right…” he sighed. “But don’t blame me if the Administrator loses her temper with me for this!”

Angelica waved him off, following him and Scout out of the kitchen. “Oh, I’ll sweet-talk her, don’t worry!”

#tf2 #OKAY ITS DONEEE #my writing #tf2 fanfic #I don’t feel like tagging everyone sorry LOL

[zmwrites]

Tag: Word Find CCCLIX

I was tagged by @josephinegerardywriter​ and given the words rethink, retro, retract, and random. Thank you!!

I’ll take these from Remnants, to feed @sleepyowlwrites​ some more:

RETHINK RECONSIDER

The cold end of Artem’s baton pressed into her lower stomach, along the narrow strip of skin exposed by her sweater riding up, and he pulled a trigger. Excruciating pain shot through her, electricity bubbling under her skin and lighting every nerve on fire. She wanted to beg him to stop but she was frozen. Every muscle tensed so tight it was about to snap, her teeth buzzed, her mind rattled around—

He removed the baton and she fell against the railing, using her good arm to catch herself. She gasped for breath, blinking tears out of her eyes, but she remained on her feet.

“Do you wish to reconsider?” Artem demanded.

There was a pause. Don’t you dare back down, Bukharin.

RETRO

Radka choked on her sip of wine. Yuliya Korzh was the former queen of Kethyia. Her marriage had been annulled just a few months before the Liberation as a last ditch effort by King Leonid to keep hold of his power. She was from Vrarok, and with people upset about Kethyia providing them aid after being at war with them, King Leonid hadn’t wanted an heir that was half-Vraroki. So the marriage had been annulled, her daughter, Larysa, had been declared illegitimate, and the king had married a local woman named Zhanna to retroactively legitimize their son, Ilias. It had been a scandal in the palace and across the country.

“I see you know her,” Vanya said as Damir reached out to rub her back.

RETRACT

“Excuse me, do we know each other? You seem familiar but I can’t place you,” she said, studying Radka intently.

“I—I don’t know,” Radka stammered.

Larysa rolled her eyes and retracted her hand. “Everyone knows if they’ve met me.”

“Why? Are you someone important?” She bit her tongue. Even her fear of being outed to the entirety of Pyarovsk as the daughter of Rostek Korolenko wasn’t enough to stop her from being purposely irritating to the former princess after years of bending to her every whim.

RANDOM

“So, Radka, tell us about yourself. You were a seamstress for Yuliya Korzh when she was queen, you were in Brenik working with cifer addicts and rescuing random people off of the street, and at some point you’ve been trained as a mage’s assistant,” Vanya asked, resting his head in his hand. “That’s a wide variety of careers for someone so young.”

“Yes, though there are more transferable skills than you’d think.”

Miran looked doubtful. “Really?”

She nodded. “They require different types of stitches, but the precision needed is similar.”

Sorry, Sleepy, I didn’t have any non-spoilery ‘Radkir’ scenes to share for these words.

I tag @aalinaaaaaa​, @aohendo​, @athenswrites​, and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are time, quick, curl, and glow. As always, no pressure!

#tag games #remnants #remnants excerpt

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Hi!Idk if this has been done before, but could I get some head cannons of how the family of the mercs (Heavy’s mother and sisters, Scout’s mom and maybe brothers, Demo’s mom)react to their s/o and having like a niece/nephew/grandchild depending on the relation.I just think it would be cute

A/N: This can honestly tie in with another headcanon ask I did involving children. As a side note, I personally headcanon Scout’s brothers as being half-brothers. Hope you enjoy! :)

Scout:

- Scout honestly didn’t want his brothers to properly get involved with his life at first, mainly because of how they grew up and how they treated him

- Being half-brothers, Scout doesn’t really trust them too well either

- His mom on the other hand, he wanted to tell her E V E R Y T H I N G that happened in his life. He just loves her too much

- When he brings you home, he’s really nervous about what will happen, especially around his brothers

- Things surprisingly don’t go half bad, especially when you prove to his brothers that you can kick ass

- Scout’s mom is just relieved that Scout was able to find someone wonderful and lovely, and she loves joking around with you and telling you embarrassing stories of her son

- When the time came and Scout had his own children, it was around the time his brothers were settling down and moving on from their delinquent demeanour

- They really enjoy having a niece/nephew to spoil on Christmas, and they’re softies around them

- Scout’s mom is the ultimate Grandma

- She’s the one that allows the children to have cookies before bed, lots of cake and lots of TV

- The children love visiting her as often as possible

Demoman:

- Demoman’s mother was a person that Demoman held high respect and love for

- Being blind has not stopped this woman from whooping her son’s ass if he does something wrong

- When he begins to talk to her about you, she catches on the fact that her son is in love and demands he stop being a coward and confess to you already

- When you both meet at last, she is overjoyed and begins embarrassing Demoman on the spot

- She will tell you stories of his father and their line of generational demolition work, and the fact that the family owns a castle

- When the children eventually arrive in the future, she keeps discipline up but she won’t lay a finger on them

- She lets them sit in front of the TV and gives them snacks so long as they behave and do what they have to do

- She will encourage the grandchildren to become demolition experts

- She will be the granny that lives with the main family

Heavy:

- This man was always putting family above all else, even if it came down to a decision between them and his job

- He didn’t hesitate to introduce you to his mother and sisters, but boy were you nervous about meeting them

- It took a while for his sisters to validate you into the family, mainly because the last thing they wanted to see was their big brother hurt

- When they did accept you into the family, they were like the sisters you always wanted (even if they were intimidating like your Heavy)

- Heavy’s mother took to you like a duck to water and always prepared a feast whenever you accompanied Heavy back home

- When you fell pregnant for the first time, Heavy’s sisters started taking bets on the gender of the child long before you were three months pregnant

- Zhanna somehow won that bet

- To the children, Heavy’s sisters were protective and encouraging much like Heavy was, except they were there to help cause harmless mischief

- Heavy’s mother would be such a gentle grandmother to her grandchildren. She would love babysitting them, singing songs to them and telling them stories of the family

- Hope you like Russian stories, because Heavy’s mother has a whole library stored in her head

Sniper:

- Sniper was so nervous introducing you to his mother and father, especially his dad

- You yourself was scared to make a terrible first impression in front of them

- The moment Sniper Introduced you as his lover, his father dropped to his knees and yelled for joy

- This man lost faith in his son ever finding someone nice to date long ago and boy was he RELIEVED

- His mother took a more non-insane bubbly reaction, embracing you and Sniper into a hug and announcing a family feast

- When they passed away, it took a toll on the both of you, especially when Sniper found out that they weren’t his real parents

- Meeting his birth parents was like introducing Soldier to the idea of higher education; it was an absolute nightmare!

- The constant glares you were given by Lar-Nar and the obnoxious questions asked by Bill-Bell got on your nerves faster than it did for the very patient bushman

- You hated to admit that you were relieved they were selfish enough to bail when things got bad

- When you and Sniper had children, you both told stories of their loving grandparents and how much they would have adored and loved them if they ever met them

- He would often tell the children how his father would have given terrible advice and a shot of whiskey on the rocks by the time they were 12, or how his mother would have become the best pie maker in the world because of them

- Biological parents on Sniper’s side of the family were never mentioned once and good riddance to that

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 reader insert #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #scout x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #sniper x reader #Heavy’s Family #Demoman’s mother #scout’s ma #scout’s brothers #Sniper’s adopted parents #Sniper’s biological parents

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*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

.

Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base. 

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

.

Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

.

Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again. 

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

.

In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

.

He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out. 

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

.

“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

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