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bcdrawsandwrites · 26 days

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[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

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kinos-fortress-2 · 7 months

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OMG WHAT? POST UR ENTRY I WANNA SEE

oh dear... sorry for answering very late... but is not really finish ;( i still can show the idea even tho i dont like showing wips buak...

#i dont like it because it doesnt even look like a tf2 fanart aaaa #and also because i had no idea what to put in background and i was out of ideas and also i wanted to render it BUT augh #monkey mind was dry #i dont know if i even want to tag this...#oh well maybe i can but to let yall know that this is a wip...#i still enjoyed drawing this for your dtiys even though i didnt participate bu #tf2 #scoutpauling #kino art #also the poses looks whack #i might delete this later...#scout tf2 #miss pauling tf2

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tricobicoart · 2 months

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Tf2 Rothena!! Original & redesign!! She became my tf2 si after(under the cut):

I made a whole au where she was on a warp pad & some enemy activated it or destroyed it when she was trying to activate it to help, and she got transported to the tf2 universe (more game and non-story-comics-based one) and gradually gave less shits until she gave up(once she realized there was no way back home) on way more morals than dan vs or tf2 mae, and after busting out of jail one too many times, she accepts a job from the Administrator's corporation for protection of her & some one-sided(on her side)friends, and her fate is cemented there. Also she has the same default scars as tf2 & danvs Mae but i didn't draw them in bc i was focused on getting the new damn 'render' done. Less scars in general tho bc of her unique half-gem-full-human nature, it was easier to incorporate her into the respawn system.

Their team role is officially The Understudy, but she calls herself Cannon Fodder, Expendable, other self-deprecating terms that the team members she didn't gel with went along with(Soldier, Spy, Scout occasionally, Medic bc he thinks it's as funny as she does, same for Sniper) at the beginning. She usually picks or is assigned to(read: the rest of the team draw straws or fight w rock-paper-scissors to determine) one team member throughout the match, assisting them in their job as backup or cannon fodder/actual scouting (its okay bc she respawns & is gets good at not dying eventually). okay discord copy pasting abt her under th ecut

Rothena joins red team starting out being completely herself: adhd, gen z suicide jokes, talking abt how much she loves women, etc, unlike how she usually acts when meeting new people. She figures "it's the 1960s, if i'm gonna get like hate crimed i better do it before i get attached, put all my quirks out in the open" & being so open abt herself actually endears some of the mercs to her (& makes others think she's nuts/has to self-preservation which. true lol) However this makes soldier her worst enemy bc she keeps talking abt how much she hates america. Despite being american rothena: i want free healthcare soldier: you want handouts!? rothena: no, i just don't want to pay 10,000 dollars bc some rando got me sick & i needed to be hospitalized

eventually they settle the fighting with "america could be improved but it's our home & we should stand for it & support it to improvement" but before then, HOO boy they're like in the "can i PLEASE get a waffle" vine: rothena & soldier: *fighting abt america* engineer: can you stand on the point?? rothena & soldier: *get more violent* engineer: can you PLEASE stand on the point?!?

Rothena does godawful at her first day on the field--she's only worked with sitting-duck or inexperienced targets w miss pauling, & the team dismisses her as a liability, so she does her best to stay out of the way bc she thinks so too (and tbh she kind of is, it's like if a casual/beginner jumped into a competitive match in tf2). But heavy takes pity on her and takes her under his wing, having her practice when he has free time he's willing to sacrifice, and having her shadow him during battles!! And the team sees her become more useful and eventually more of them start asking her to shadow them, earning her first positive class-based nickname, (Little) Shadow! Maybe medic sees her potential to learn and observe when she picks up a stray medigun and uses it on him without ever being taught how to!! And from there the trust builds!!

how tf2 rothena started: "blue hair" by tv girl (sad/melancholy) how tf2 rothena is going(canon): "using you" by margo (bittersweet but mostly happy) how tf2 rothena will end up(post-canon): "lifetime achievement award" by lemon demon or smth w similar resurrection themes (driven mad from love and care, unwilling to let go of mortal friends, medic is in on this)

#tf2 #tf2 si #tf2 self insert #tf2 rothena #my drawings #my self inserts #i'll paste more stuff abt her from discord later #and edit this to add timeline stuff bc the gravel war here lasts a bit longer than it does in canon #also in every tf2 universe i write/put characters in the tf2 team/team fortress is FRIENDS whether overtly or subtly there is no #'secretly ACTUALLY hating each others gut' here!!!! no offebse to those who write that btw it's always anywhere from hilariou to gutwrenchi #to watch (/pos both)

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blubushie · 1 year

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May be a bit odd, but since you like talking about TF2 and nature are there any headcanon-type things you have about the regions surrounding the different merc bases?

It's in the actual real-life Badlands of New Mexico. About 20 minutes west of Farmington (real), 10 minutes east of Shiprock (real), ~5 minutes east of Teufort (fictional). Once you reach Mann Canyon (fictional), continue down the road for a few minutes and there's a spot where the road forks. Take the right, it'll lead you to BLU. Take the left, it leads you to RED. Beyond BLU is another road that leads you out of the north end of the canyon and Mundy sometimes drives out of that and walks up the slope of the canyon to the top to stargaze, or he takes the Mann Scenic Drive to the top and parks to watch the stars. If he can't be found at RED, there's an >60% chance he's somewhere along the Mann Scenic Drive. Mann Canyon itself is ~15km/~10mi northwest of Waterflow, NM (real) off of Route 64 (real). Route 64 in this universe has an accompanying rail track alongside the road.

Once you reach Teufort, the layout is identical to the official Badlands map courtesy of Valve.

The Coldfront base is somewhere a little north of Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado, right at the edge of the national park.

The Administrator is located in the White Sands Missile Range (this is canon and is the exact location Miss Pauling gave as to her whereabouts in the comics). No one wants to get sent to White Sands. Everyone's been there at least once during the orientation process, but being called there once you're hired means you're in deep shit and of the people that are requested to come to White Sands, no one's ever come back. It's generally agreed amongst the teams that travel to White Sands is a death sentence.

There's something in BLU's mines. No one knows what it is, but it's so important that when the Admin fired RED team, she kept BLU on the payroll to guard the mines.

Aside from NM and the team's bases, there's small "veins" and pools of Australium throughout the Australian continent. There's a general belief amongst the Aborigines that Australium is not just the lifeblood of the continent but the lifeblood of Ngalmudj herself, and as her children they're called to take responsibility of it. They kept it a secret from the colonists until 1890s. Most Australium deposits were taken by force, but anywhere from 1/6 to even a quarter of Australium deposits were purposefully destroyed by the Aborigines with the intent of preventing the colonists from acquiring it. It didn't render the land uninhabitable like they'd expected and there's evidence to suggest the continent is actually re-pooling its Australium reserves into a singular source again. This is most prevalent at Kakadu.

#blu whos #learnin the blus #i guess?

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ao3feed-tf2ships · 6 months

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Burt Rubber

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526009

by AverageQuliptaEnjoyer

Her anklets clanked noisily against each other as the heel of her foot slammed against the wall mere inches from Scout's face. She smelled of light rose oil, her red toe polish sparkling under the bright overhead lights of the shoddy kitchen. She leaned flexibly into his space, arms folded under her large bosom, her Gwynevere cosplay white robes riding up her thighs. "You have t minus three seconds to leave this kitchen before I drag you into my room, render you immobile on my bed and finger you to an agonizingly slow climax." That was not what he expected her to say at all! Sputtering, he slipped a little down the wall, looking up at his lovely teammate in disbelief. She smirked, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. He gulped, his heart racing as he tried and failed to gather his wits.

[Modern girl with shape shifting magick and a knack for cosplay is dumped into the world of TF2, trolling ensues. Paid for request.]

Words: 333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Administrator (Team Fortress 2), RED Team (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2), Miss Pauling/Scout (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2)/Original Character(s), Engineer/Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Soldier/Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Drama & Romance, Blood and Violence, Sexual Tension, Costumes, Human/Monster Romance

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526009

#TF2 Heavy #TF2 Medic #HeavyMedic #Red Oktoberfest

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