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sometipsygnostalgic · 5 months

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Video game console and case design

Today's hyperfixation is on the PLAYSTATION 5. Because I want one, but I really shouldn't buy one, so I am just looking up everything to do with games consoles and burning my brain out.

I used to be a proper xbox player, until I got my PC, then I never really touched by xbox again. I got a PS4 to play Persona 5 and since then it's been a blu ray player for my Adventure Time boxset, not much else. But the current gen - PS5, Series X - is arguably more powerful than my gaming PC, and I still have a lot of friends stuck on PS5, so I am considering investing in a unit.

Anyway is it me or did they really shit the bed with design in this generation?

Look at these chunky fuckers! They do not fit smoothly under your television at all. There is no detail or decoration breaking up their unnecessarily large faces, which makes them look bland and ugly. They look like they're made of cheap plastic, with the two controllers being the highest quality thing about them. I can attest the xbox controller is unbeatable, but playstation really made their shot this generation. A shame I can never get used to the dualshock joystick positioning.

The Series S and the PS5 Slim are almost NO improvement on the base designs.

For some reason they made the Series S look like a speaker???

The new PS5 slim FINALLY has a line across that massive faceplate, but the half matte half glossed finish is not doing it any favours. I think it would've looked much better if, for example, the matte and gloss plates were different colours. Like black and white! It also has an even MORE out of place disc drive, which I think is part of Sony's agenda to go digital only, and the two tiny "feet" for its horizontal positioning are pathetic! Personally I like this more than the original but not significantly, disappointing since I was really looking forward to it.

I want you to compare these nasties to the previous generation - the PS4 and the XBOX One.

....Now, what's hilarious about this image is the consoles look ALMOST IDENTICAL from this angle. And, I guess, that would be why Sony and Microsoft decided to make such a departure with the space heater PS5 and the fridge Series X.

But they both look very premium and advanced, and they fit very nicely in your living room.

The companies tried to look a bit more distinguished in their followup versions in the previous gen too. The white PS4 Pro looks a lot closer to PS5 with its quirkiness, but without the atrocious shiny plastic. Sony tended to add or remove a layer whenever they altered the PS4, I wonder what they would look like all stacked on top of each other.

It's not just the games console designs that suffer - Look at the game cases! I know that the companies want to incentivise you to go digital, but Xbox Series X cases are just awful.

So if you're confused - You should be!!! Microsoft have two kinds of case for the Series X. One of them is the EXACT SAME CASE as Xbox One, but with Series X printed on the front. The second newer version foregoes the sexy Xbox logo entirely and just has Xbox Series X printed in some default font. Awful awful awful.

Playstation is doing better, but barely.

They are reusing PS4 cases with a different print on them. It doesn't look as horrible as Xbox's, and it at least has a different colour on the logo, but damn, the jump between PS3/360 and PS4/One was really impressive, and now they've stopped bothering because they want everyone to go digital. If your game cases look like shit, why bother with physical?

I want to contrast with physical media kings Nintendo, who did an outstanding job in 2017 with designing the case for the Nintendo Switch.

These bad boys are mine. They're super thin, easy to stack, decent quality, and F U N. The red colour pallette makes them pop out. You can see one from across the store and go, "damn, that's a Nintendo Switch game".

I just want a thousand of them.

I would say a disadvantage, especially compared to the Gamecube games next to them, and even compared to 3ds, is that you can't tell what game you're looking at without going right up to them. These cases are TOO uniform, and really tiny, so i have to triple check I am picking up Xenoblade Chronicles 3 and not Tony Hawk Pro Skater. Meanwhile you can tell exactly what Gamecube games I have by colour pallette alone. Like, you can instantly tell that's Windwaker.

The switch in general is a very fun looking games console, much nicer looking than its predecessor the Wii U, though I'm not sure how I feel about the white of the OLED. But every time I see a Switch Lite in stores, even though I know it's worse than my Switch, I want to buy one. It just looks so FUUUUUN.

And finally a special mention to the 3DS and its games case. The console itself was pretty stylish, if... rudimentary for its release period, but the games cases are high quality and almost make me want to have 3ds games just so I can have the cases.

#nintendo #xbox #playstation #ps5 #series x #ps4 #xbone #nintendo switch #3ds #gaming

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s3ka042 · 7 months

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[the red, the blu and the ugly] Re-draw! :] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(hey, sorry for being that inactive here, tumblr isn't exactly my place to post stuff but y' know, i am tryin' to get more active sometimes, anyways new drawing!)

#team fortress fanart #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #digital art #fanart #team fortress two #team fortress #soldier #tf2 soldier #team fortress soldier #sfm #sfm art

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fixatedonfandom · 1 year

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Aw, Hell

this is a pre-EngieScout fic :3 idea shamelessly stolen from @hanktalkin in this gorgeous post about ol' Engie's legendary temper, and the one thing proven to cool it off

This is the lightest and brightest thing I've ever written it made me feel like skipping through a field of daisies

I don't claim this to be the pinnacle of my writing but I do claim it to be darn cute and self-indulgent. If it reads strangely that's because I wrote this as a message from the divine. Thank you <3

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After four long hours of battle, and round after round of humiliating RED Team losses, the klaxon wailed and hailed the end of the work day for the poor fellows down in Teufort, New Mexico. The BLUs marched out with high heads and gloating smiles, and retreated to their locker rooms to count out bet money and crack open some beers. The REDs trudged through blood-clotted sand puddles to their lockers and scraped their heels in the door frame, with uniforms lousy, torn, and sweat-soaked beyond the good of washing. No blistering smiles, or cheerful banter, and not really much noise at all save for the slamming-open of the locker doors and the clatter of guns, hats, and accoutrements to the benches and the floors.

It was an ugly series of rounds, and an uglier loss overall, made worse with some faulty equipment (Scout’s headset had been acting up the whole day, Sniper’s best scope had a scratch), bad calls, and plum poor luck. Not a man in that room was happy, but none more pure and pissed than the good Engineer Dell Conagher.

He stomped his path to his standing locker and ripped the door near off of its hinges, and hurled his favored pipe wrench into the wall with a cantankerous CLANG.

“Dammit!” The man bellowed, tearing the canary-yellow hardhat from his head and throwing that to the concrete as he bitched. “God-dammit! We had them bastards on the goddamned ropes!”

It was true. Their losing rounds had been consecutive, frustrating, and downright embarrassing at times, but they hadn’t all been hopeless. The midpoint of round 10 had given RED a crucial break in the BLU’s push for the second point. RED Heavy begot a dead BLU Heavy, RED Sniper begot a dead BLU Soldier, and a pissy RED Medic begot a dead (and grossly dismembered) BLU Demoman. With that much space to breathe, and that much time for the Engineer to rush-upgrade his ballistic turret, they could’ve held that point much, much longer.

But that damn BLU Spy, and his damn BLU sapper. That solid hold they'd had fell apart about as hard and as fast as Engie’s turret had when he turned his back at the wrong time.

“Damn Spies…” Engie muttered through his clenched jaw. He was grinding his teeth together so tightly one could imagine he was trying to make corn flour in his molars. “I’m so damn mad I could spit.”

It wasn’t an often sight for the other 8 men to see the Engineer so hot. He was American, a people who could be known for their flaming tempers, and he was a Texan to boot, but Engie was cool-headed at the worst of times and could even be downright tranquil at the best. Never one to holler, shout, or scream at his fellow teammates in anger even in the thick of a losing battle, even if any one of them was being an obvious flaming idiot. He was a quick-witted, level-headed, stoic sentry of a man. That’s likely why his anger wasn’t much like a firecracker, but more of a pressure cooker left to stew for too-little too-long.

He radiated anger like heat, and one could hear his developing migraine beating a pissed-off rhythm in his skull from down a long hallway. It was the kind of slow, rough, abrasive anger that killed people for breathing too loud too close.

The last time he'd gotten all up-in-arms like he looked right then, the team had elected to ignore the bellows and crashes coming under the base from his workshop, only realizing the extent of the damage when they'd found a mangled experiment tossed out by the dumpster, scorched and twisted beyond recognition or repair.

So, lest he be compelled to show the rest of the boys what his old pipe wrench was good for beyond sentries and dispensers, it was silently agreed among the rest of the RED men that the best course of action would be to stay out of the Engineer’s way when he was stewing.

The sticking point of a silent agreement, however, was that it wasn’t much good for a man who was as tone-deaf and emotionally unobservant as a fart in a funeral. The good RED Scout happened to be one of those sorts of men.

When Engie’s tight-lipped curses became mutters and huffs, Scout, who had been undoing his hand wraps, looked up and said, “Hey, Eng."

Shoulders tensed and hands stilled across the room, though Scout didn’t seem to catch any of that. Engie inhaled and bit out, “What, Scout?”

“Whaddayou call a mix between an elephant and a rhino?”

Immediately, the other REDs shuffled away from the scene, doing what they could to get cleaned up and get out of there before the pot boiled over. Scout was annoying; everyone knew this. He could try the patience of a saint. He seemed to know intrinsically the buttons of everyone he met and exactly how to push them. They’d seen him send people from zero to pissed in a few short sentences. None of them thought he’d be stupid enough to try and antagonize the Engineer, though. Not even Pyro played with that much fire.

Engie shook his head, then dragged his hands real slow down his face. “What?”

Scout chuffed, snorted back at him, “‘El-if-I-know!”, then hunkered over in choked off giggles that turned into the loudest sound in the room.

Engie didn’t chuckle, didn’t hardly smile, just pushed his lips together and started shucking his toolbelt to put it away.

When Scout collected himself he started on his left hand wrap, glanced mischievously over his shoulder, and said again, ”I got another one”

“Lad.”

That was Demo on the bench across from Scout a little ways away. He fought to catch Scout’s eye and, when he did, shook his head very slowly to warn him off.

Scout shrugged, like he was saying, ‘What?’.

Demo shook his head again and nudged it in the direction of the Engineer, trying to draw attention to his drawn-up shoulders and the steam practically coming out of his ears.

Scout just looked between him and Engie, he did it a few times, then shrugged again. ‘What?’

While Demo tried to come up with the most intelligent way to go about getting Scout to see what was right in front of his damn eyes, Scout went back to Engie.

“Whaddayou call a cop that’s asleep in a bed?” Scout got the last of his wraps off, and he turned a little further in his seat on the bench. “Huh?”

Everyone in the room had their eyes on Engie- Scout in mischief, the others anxiously. Engie worked his goggles off his face and rubbed his real hand over the indents they left under his eyes. He sniffed, then said, “What?”

The stupid smile on Scout’s face grew ten sizes. He managed to hiccup, “an undercover officer,” before losing himself in laughter once more and hunching over, just short of collapsing in his giggles.

He didn’t hear Engie sigh, didn’t see him shake his head tightly, or flex his jaw, but the others did. They glanced amongst themselves with obvious trepidation, obvious to all but two.

“Scout, lad.” Demo scooted further down his bench. “Read the room.”

“What?” Scout responded when his laughter calmed down. “Fuck you, that was a good one. Not my fault he don’t have a sense’a humor.”

Demo shook his head, then turned back to unlacing his boots. “Your funeral, laddie.”

Scout just scoffed at that. He fixed his hat on his head, and took his headset off and tossed it in his open locker, seeming not to care if it broke. He was getting a new one before the next match.

“Wait.” He suddenly perked up and turned his head back over his shoulder. “Hey, Eng.”

Engie pinched the ridge of his nose.

“Engie! Hey!” said Scout.

Demo leaned back over, about to hiss at him to shut his trap, but Engie grumbled before he could. “What, Scout?”

“This is the last one, I swear.”

“Damnit, Scout-” Engie mumbled.

“C’mon, last one.”

When Engie said not a word, Scout persisted.

“Whaddayou call a solider whose survived mustard gas and pepper spray?”

Soldier’s head popped up, but Pyro was quick to wrap a hand over Soldier’s mouth and pull him back down before he started shouting in the tense atmosphere.

Scout scooched back and nudged Engie with his elbow. “Huh? Whaddayou call ‘em?”

Engie’s gloved hand tightened on the door of his locker. A creak was heard coming from it, and Engie was slowly and surely forcing five finger-sized divots into the metal where he gripped it.

A painful silence came and went before he responded, “What, Scout?”

Scout muffled a snort, and took just a second to compose himself, then answered.

“A seasoned veteran.”

Scout’s giggling started up again. Engie breathed in deeply. His eyes closed, and the Gunslinger tightened its grip like a pneumatic clamp. Then he exhaled.

As he did, though, his shoulders started shaking, and his door-grip faltered. The tight lines of his face loosened like uncoiled wires, and his breath…

He was laughing.

The rest of the REDs watched in shock when Engie threw his head back and released a bark of laughter that shattered the tension in the air like glass.

Scout whooped and hollered when he heard it, and leapt up from the bench and threw his arm over Engies shoulder with his other fist raised in victory. They were both laughing harder than that stupid joke called for, but they cackled and chortled like it was easier than breathing. Engie’s face was turning redder and redder, and soon he was bending over to lean on his knees while Scout leaned right on him.

“I knew it! I fuckin’ knew I’d get you!” Scout howled. “I fuckin’ told you!”

Engie shook his head and rubbed his hands down his face for the last time, but they came away to reveal a shameful, resigned, yet bright smile on his face. He leaned right back up against Scout when he straightened out and jabbed him in the ribs to get him to lay off.

“Aw, hell, boy,” He said through light chuckles. “Those were damn awful. Damn awful. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Hey, look who's talkin’, chuckles,” Scout said right back. “That one wasn’t even a good one!”

“You’re damn right about that.” The laughter had begun to calm, but the vestiges of it remained on both of their faces.

Engie slammed the door of his locker shut (not minding the handprint-shaped divot that kept it from closing properly) and Scout kicked the door of his to do the same. They made identical clangs. Engie sauntered towards the door of the locker room with both hands in his back pockets, and Scout sidled up next to him and started to go on about how he ‘couldn’t believe that stupid soldier joke was the one that made him crack’.

Engie chuckled and nodded along, but stopped them both when he sniffed and Scrunched his face up.

“What?” Scout asked.

“Christ alive, boy.” Engie huffed hard through his nostrils like he was trying to blow to smell out. “You need a shower worse than I do. That’s sayin’ somethin’.”

Scout shoved his shoulder. “Hey, fuck you. I’m starving, dude. Food first.”

“Not a snowball’s chance in Teufort I'm lettin’ you be near me smellin’ like that, roadrunner.” Engie shook his head, and nudged him back with his own shoulder. “I’ll tell you what: You shower, I’ll cook. That way you won’t kill everyone in this base and we won’t have to put up with your bitchin’.

“Fine. Whatever.” Then Scout nudged him right back, and they found themselves in a tiny shoving match where they kept pushing back and forth with their shoulders. “Breakfast for dinner?”

The remaining six REDs watched in silence as they left the room, joyful and tame. It was only when they were gone, hearing Engie’s voice echo down the hall saying something about sausage gravy, that any of them spoke up.

"The hell was that?" Sniper muttered.

“‘m I jus’ drunk off my ass…” Demo ventured, and dropped his foot off the bench to lean on his knees and stare down the empty doorway like everyone else. “Or did any of you lads see what I just seen?”

“If you mean the fact that Scout had attempted to annoy our Engineer, yet we’re not currently picking his remains off the floor,” Spy responded, his smoldering cigarette hanging from his lips. “Then yes. We all did.”

Medic and Heavy, who had been standing near each other through the whole exchange, glanced at each other, at the empty doorway, and back again.

“I see…” Medic murmured, mostly to himself. “Very interesting.”

No one asked him what he was thinking. Most every man in that room was thinking the same thing.

“They will tell us when ready,” Heavy said, sagely, and turned to close his locker door.

That was a good enough answer for the rest of them, too.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I didn't really edit this so if you notice any glaring issues feel free to point them out. Still debating whether or not I wanna publish this on ao3 but I probably will so don't panic if you see it there too

The engiescout in this was not intended to be overt. I wanted to stay close to the spirit of the og textpost and make it seem like maybe Scout and Engie themselves don't really realize their own connection and everyone else sees it before they do, but I also didn't wanna make it too subtle.

This is also partially for just_mebs for dragging me into this hell ship so thanks to him

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mediocreshake08 · 4 months

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An edit i made after whatching The Red, The Blu and The Ugly for the god knows how many-eth time

#i love pyro #so much #team fortress 2 #tf2 #pyro #tf2 pyro #the pretty boy #pyro is love #pyro is life

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pocketsniper · 1 year

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I feel like spy is involved as a main character in a lot of sfms.

ranking sfm spies (morality) from best (Requiem for a Pizza Spy) to worst (Emesis Blue Spy). The RED The BLU and the Ugly ‘s Spy is somewhere in between those.

#text #i think spy's disguise spy is on the lower end probably. lost his humanity seeking power or somethign right? i dont remember #probably closer to emesis blue spy on that scale

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kellanved-ammanas · 6 months

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Ugly Bunny

Summary: Merasmus has cursed the teams again. Scout thinks his transformation is the worst. He's proven wrong though.

Merasmus’ curse last year that had turned everyone on both teams into undead zombies had been fun in a morbid way. Scout had been hoping something similarly interesting would occur this year. Which it sort of had but…

“Man, why do I gotta be a bunny?” He’d been told he’d been turned into such shortly after the curse had come in near the start of that day’s battle and hadn’t been happy about it but hadn’t had much of a chance to dwell on it until now. Cool down post-battle, milling around the base’s locker room, it was impossible to miss just how lame his transformation was compared to everyone’s. No wonder the BLU Scout had burst out laughing upon running into him the first time. Scout had been laughing right back at him too of course because he’d been turned into a goofy looking fish-man. So at least he wasn’t the only one with a bad transformation but, being an enemy, BLU Scout didn’t count for much when everyone else on RED was cool.

“What’s wrong with being a bunny?” Sniper, transformed into a cool as fuck kangaroo-man, stood next to him.

“Bunnies are soft, fluffy, cute and not dangerous. I’m a killer, I shoot people and bonk them over the head with a metal baseball bat until they stop moving so I shouldn’t be a bunny. I should be something fierce like… like a dragon or something like the Pyros are.” Both Pyros had sprouted dragons and tails out of their suits and it was badass. “I’m not even a cute bunny.” He had the ugliest bunny head he’d ever seen.

“You’re good at running and jumping though which is something bunnies are known. So it’s not that out there.” And Sniper was very conveniently not contradicting Scout’s claim about being ugly, meaning he likely agreed. Which was fine, being ugly didn’t matter, but it made the rest of Sniper attempt at being encouraging fall even flatter than I would’ve if he’d tried to lie.

“Yeah, I guess. But they run and jump away from things. And you’re a kangaroo, an animal known for kick boxing people to death. Which isn’t something your good at. The only thing you have in common with it is your both Australian. So I could just as easily be a bald eagle or a Boston Terrier instead of an ugly rabbit.”

“I think you’re a cute rabbit,” Soldier, now a raccoon-man, butted both into conversation as well as the mirror space, nudging Scout aside. While raccoons were cute and fuzzy too they were also known for committing violence, especially the ones Soldier kept as pets and trained to attack intruders.

“Buddy, I heard you call a tarantula cute once so I don’t think your opinion on which animals are cute or not really means anything.”

Whether Soldier was offended or had even heard him was hard to say as he leaned in towards the mirror to make a face. His raccoon snout made it look even more sinister. Lucky him, he got a cool animal and one that happened to be among his favorites.

Demo, his face now transformed into a badass octopus, leaned in next. “At least you didn’t end up like Spy.”

“What did Spy get turned into?” Scout hadn’t seen him since the start of the battle before Merasmus had cursed them. There was no way it was worth than an ugly bunny though.

It was Soldier who answered. “A crab. A very cute, rude crab. He pinched me when I tried to pet him.”

“What’s wrong with a crab? Crabs are cool.” Scout would’ve gladly been a crab even if it was ugly. Heck a lobster would’ve been better than a damn bunny.

Demo chuckled. “Oh laddie, if you ain’t seen yet, you gotta go find him. I think he’s with Engie right now.”

Well, Scout was tired of looking at his ugly bunny face in the mirror anyway. So with a shrug, he left. Sniper fell into step with him.

Upon inviting himself into Engie’s workshop, Engie, turned into a cat-man – specifically an orange tabby – looked to be the only one in. He glanced up as Scout and Sniper entered, perhaps frowning silently, though it was hard to tell for sure with that new cute face of his. Cute as it was though, cats had claws and sharp teeth; unlike rabbits, they were predators.

Scout took a breath to ask where Spy was but… something on Engie’s workbench turned to look at him and Sniper too. A crab. Not a normal crab though, it was about the size of one, but one that eyes resembled Spy’s, up to and including the mask around them. “Is that… Spy?” he asked, pointing at it, barely holding in laughter because if it was, that was hilarious.

“Unfortunately,” Spy said, sounding just about as annoyed as Scout would’ve thought. Which only made it funnier.

Scout burst into laughter and even Sniper, next to him, let out a snort. The Spy Crab glared at them before scuttling off, his little legs skittering. He hid behind Engie’s tool box. Which wasn’t a very good hiding spot because Scout could just walk around to stand at the end of the table to laugh at him from there.

“It’s not funny!” Even Spy’s voice was smaller at that size, making his attempt to yell even less intimidating than it could be.

“Nah, it’s hilarious.” And it made Scout feel a whole lot better about his own curse. He may be an ugly bunny but at least he was still people shaped and sized.

“All righty,” Engie’s voice was just sharp enough to cut through Scout’s laughter, “you had a good laugh at him, maybe head off now and let me work.”

Struggling to catch his breath after laughing so hard, Scout nodded. It was tempting to stick around and make fun of Spy some more but kicking a guy when he was already so humiliated was a bit mean. Not that Scout minded being mean, but he could cut a bit of slack for his pals. “Come on, Snipes, let’s get outta here, let the kitty-cat get back to work.”

Engie grunted at that but didn’t say anything as Scout hooked his arm through Sniper’s and led the way out. “So Snipes, I know I’m ugly like this, is that a huge issue for you, is it?” he asked as he closed the door behind them.

“Um, no. Why?”

“Well, there’s one other things rabbits are known for so I thought it might be fun to head to the camper to experiment. I mean, we’re covered with fur currently, that’s gotta do something right?” Such had been his first thought upon seeing the form the curse had turned Sniper into.

The kangaroo snout made Sniper’s expression a bit harder to read but he certainly looked interested. “Sure, all right, let’s go.”

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout #sniper #spy #spy crab #speedingbullet #scout & spy

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hankwritten · 1 year

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A Lifelong Flinch

Day 5: “THANK YOU” (French Fry)

Spy is following an enemy Scout and Heavy through the tunnels of Sawmill. Before, he’d been trying to follow the Soldier and Medic pair toward the point, but then a combined rocket jump had sent them out of reach and Spy nearly through respawn. He’d landed flat on his ass, slightly singed, and resigned himself to easier targets.

Not that they’re proving to be easier in the slightest. Usually it’d be child’s play to pick off the slow-moving Heavy and be about his day, but the RED Scout keeps flitting about his teammate, and the interference is annoying Spy just about as much as it seems to be annoying Heavy. Spy half thinks he’s going to swat Scout like a fly if he mentions Sammy White one more time. It’d do Spy a favor, certainly. Every time he thinks he has an opening at the Heavy’s back, Scout’s there clinging to it, and Spy has to retreat back into the tunnel’s shadows.

He’s half prepared to just slap on a disguise and try his luck, when the pair of REDs have their attention diverted from baseball cards to a much more immediate target.

The BLU Pyro is slouched against the wall, bleeding profusely from the shoulder, no doubt waiting for the tunnel’s automatic dispensary to drop a large ammo pack. They scramble to their feet, but they obviously don’t have enough fuel to even puff at the REDs, as no flame belches out the end, and the Heavy’s gun is already spinning. The Scout gives a whoop, and charges.

Spy’s pulse quickens. Enough stalling. Now or never.

The Scout’s rush does one thing at least: it leaves Heavy’s back open and ripe for the picking. He gets a backstab in right as the minigun revs up; a few bullets escape the barrel, plinking against the earthen wall, none hit the exposed Pyro.

Heavy’s strangled scream alerts Scout enough to glance over his shoulder, but his momentum keeps him flying forward though. There may not be enough fuel left in the flamethrower for a light, but there is apparently enough for a compression blast. The distracted Scout walks right into it, and is promptly thrown into the opposite wall with an ugly crack.

This is also, unfortunately, right in front of Spy. When Scout shakes off his disorientation, it’s by mere inches that the scattergun’s buckshot misses Spy’s midsection. Spy finally takes down the RED with a jab to the throat.

Pyro and Spy both breath heavily. A pack of ammo falls from the slot in the wall with a ca-thunk.

“Wow,” Pyro hums through the filter. They give a big thumbs up. “Thanks Spy!”

Spy’s whole body lurches for some reason. Pyro says it with such naked enthusiasm, such earnest sincerity, Spy honestly can’t find anything to say.

“I…”

“Spy?” Pyro tilts their head.

Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the last battle. But Spy turns tail and runs.

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“Spy.”

Spy quickens his pace to get in base faster.

“Spy. Hey Spy wait up!”

It’s no use. The Pyro closes on him, not unlike his usual interactions with their RED counterpart, though this at least is less likely to end in fiery death. Somewhat less likely, as Spy is already beginning to feel hot embarrassment under his collar.

“Ah, Pyro. I hadn’t seen you there.”

“Why’d you run away right after you helped me out?”

He swallows. “I must be honest. I am used to my efforts for the team going…unnoticed. No one has ever thanked me before.”

“…That’s pretty sad Spy.”

He glances away.

“Come here.”

“What? Whatever for?” he asks as Pyro takes him by both shoulders.

They hold him at arm’s length and say, “Thank you for your help today. You did a good job and the team wouldn’t have won without you.”

Spy purses his lips.

“Spy, are you…crying?”

“Non.” He sniffs, resisting the urge to pull his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and dab at his nose.

Pyro necessitates for a moment, then says, “You’re really too skinny.”

“Sorry?” The subject change startles Spy out of his mood, at least for the moment.

“I have some candy back in my room. We could share if you like. Your arms feel like little toothpicks in my hands.”

He chuckles, and gives a watery smile. “I doubt candy can help up upper arm definition.”

“Still. You could come over and have some. It might make you feel better.”

Cautiously, glad he isn’t tipping into a full blown blubbering mess in sight of the entire base, he says, “It just might. I think I shall take you up on the offer.”

#dnadvalentines2023 #frenchfry #spypyro #tf2 fanfiction

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sir-puppyboy · 2 years

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full disclosure: this post will change as i discover myself. be sure to check back regularly.

pronouns: he/him/his

age: 27

you may call me: blu, moth, baby, honey, angel, pup/puppy, anything with -boy as a suffix (ex. pretty boy, angel boy, puppyboy, etc)

previous usernames: dreamofblu

i am a trans man (on t since 7-7-23) and i'm (pretty sure i'm) a top-leaning switch, i do have subby moments however. whenever i'm subby, please call me puppy!

FOR MY POSTS (this goes for mutuals and non-mutuals)

green lights (perfectly okay!): flirting, teasing, praise, telling me im a good boy, messaging, sending asks (messaging and sending asks are encouraged!!)

orange lights (please ask): sending pictures/videos, engaging in roleplay-type messaging or asks

red lights (will result in a block): crossing any boundary, interacting despite my dni, trying to force me to be sexual with you, unsolicited pictures or videos

DNI: terfs/swerfs, pedophiles/MAPs, minors, racist/sexist/ableist, homophobe/transphobe, truscum/transmed, cishet, fandom (no hate for fandom pages! this just isn't the blog that will cater to you if you're fandom), ageless blogs, ageplay blogs (this includes diaper kink), sissy/detrans/forced fem kink blogs, violence & gore blogs, ED & pro-ana blogs (we love fat people here and i'm also trying to not be in the mindset of thinking my body is ugly, thank you).

YOU MUST HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED IF YOU INTERACT WITH MY POSTS/FOLLOW ME. NO AGE IN BIO OR PINNED = BLOCK.

i have a boyfriend; he has the right to revoke consent if he's uncomfortable with situations i am in. don't cross any lines and we will be just fine.

kinks (that i know of): possession/ownership, collaring, leashes, hands, petplay (i'm a puppysub), dumbification, humiliation, marking/hickeys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding, praise, worship, cockwarming, LIGHT impact play, spitplay, intoxication, monsterfucking, somnophilia, dubcon/CNC, hypnosis/brainwashing, scent/musk

experimenting with: puppyplay

hard nos: zoophilia, bodily functions (scat/piss/puke), dd/lg & dd/lb, daddy/mommy kink, ageplay, diapers, incest, detrans/misgendering, pregnancy

for my genitals, i use the following words: dick, tdick, pussy, boypussy, boycunt, cunt, hole, slit. in terms of my chest i call it my chest, or my tits. i don't like the word "breasts" in reference to my chest. do not call my lower half a vagina. okay that's all

!! i also have material that i am willing to sell. please dm me for information regarding that :) !!

(non-horny about me under the cut)

i've decided to add a non-horny about me to this blog, in case anyone wanted to know more about The Guy Behind The Blog lmao. idk if anyone will read but if you do, thank you!

i prefer to go by blu in this space. any of the above nicknames are okay as well!! i have an SFW blog that i use a LOT more than this one, however i would prefer to be at least acquaintences before i divulge my username there. i dont rly have other social media so... tumblr is rly it LMAO.

here are some of my interests!!

🎮: omori, overwatch, splatoon (2+3), stardew valley, skyrim, danganronpa, earthbound, undertale, super mario sunshine

📺: moral orel, invader zim, aqua teen hunger force, doug, south park, beavis and butt-head, pop team epic, china IL, home movies, superjail, king of the hill, twin peaks, smiling friends, letterkenny

🎥: hereditary, midsommar, donnie darko, labyrinth, coraline, the exorcist, the perks of being a wallflower, we need to talk about kevin, the kill bill series, edward scissorhands, corpse bride, perfect blue, the spiderverse movies

🎵: kpop (i am super into stray kids rn but i like a few groups that i just cant be bothered to list off), patricia taxxon, freddie dredd, sophie, death grips, devin townsend, red vox, tame impala, yung gravy, doja cat, $uicideboy$, rammstein, 100 gecs

and if you wanna know what i look like, i'm not sure i'll ever feel comfortable with anyone to show face ahaha. here's a picrew, use your imagination.

thank you for reading! enjoy... whatever this is!! lmao

#transmasc nsft #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #queer nsft #pls follow me pls #blu.txt #pinned

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nichtschaden · 1 year

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@blusollyjd This would be easier with somebody he didn't really know. If the person knew who he was, it would be easier for them to get all judgemental. Maybe they wouldn't look at him the same way after. That would be worse than anything. Still, he had his reputation. Everyone knew who he was, for better or worse- he'd kicked down a door after all, he and Tavish. As ugly as the whole affair got for a while, you saw more people reaching across enemy lines now. Not afraid to make friends, or more, with people they liked. It'd made Jane famous. Or infamous, depending on who you asked. But fame was different than really knowing, right? And above all, he couldn't go to Abel with this. He gave his poor husband enough to worry about. Sometimes he felt like a burden and it made him want to drive his fist through the wall in frustration. But if not Abel, than who? People had come and gone. And he didn't want to go to some giggling maggot whose suggestion for helping with this would be to saw his skull open or some ridiculous crap like that. And then, Jane thought of the guy he'd briefly met on Halloween. The guy who'd given him coffee. BLU. Seemed to have his head on straight. Didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have an animate head in his refrigerator. So, fine then. That guy. Jane's eyes squinted under his helmet. 'Dr. F. Finitzer'. The nameplate said the same thing that it had the last ten times he read it, and standing here like a slack-jawed recruit wasn't going to do him any good. Man up, Soldier. Breathing in, Jane gave a few hard raps against the office door and immediately began pacing like a caged mountain lion, hands clutched behind his back, steps even and rigid in standard military marching cadence. He was wound like a spring. But even he knew he had to do something about this. The feeling he kept feeling since he got back... it was almost a liability today. He would not allow that of himself.

Whether Jane knew or not, the man he'd settled on had followed in his wake. Fritz had crossed company lines in more ways than one, and the consequence was encased in metal beneath his left boot. He was terrified the worst was yet to come, after an idle visit to Dr. Haswell in the RED medbay had ended in his tampering with their respawn machine to resurrect a Scout it had failed to bring back. A senseless death if there ever was one, he hadn't cared what color the kid wore.

But it made him uneasy. It was a far graver transgression than the one that resulted in his brace. So when there was a knock against the door of his glorified closet of an office, Fritz's head snapped up in half a heartbeat. For a moment, he froze, a porcelain statue, listening. Waiting. The heavy footfalls pacing outside caved his shoulders a fraction, and the hand against the hidden revolver dropped. It wasn't the administrator spy, the bastard would never be so loud. Though it did make him wonder, who would knock on his door when the nicest man alive set up office two doors down. Or why this person wouldn't go to the medbay -- there was nothing in Fritz's office but a file cabinet, a tiny desk and two folding chairs.

He climbed to his feet with a grimace as weight was put on his bad leg, but it left his face quickly. He was used to it after so many years. "Jack, if that's you, you have your own damn coffee."

There was no hiding the mild shock behind aviator glasses when the opened door revealed Jane. His mind shifted quickly into the how and why Jane would knock on his door instead of Abel's, the man was not only his partner but a better doctor in spades, and the conclusion he landed on in that microsecond was the worst.

"What happened? Is it Abel?"

Then again, would the soldier have shown restraint if the veteran medic was in trouble? Fritz doubted he'd still have a door. He shook his head and quickly backtracked.

"Sorry, I just. Rough week, I assumed the worst. Come, ah. Come in. The coffee's fresh. You're not injured, are you, because this broom closet really isn't the place to handle that."

#blusollyjd #submitted files #ic #(how did your debts get paid?) | tf2 #we all about to find out how inadequate this 6'4 nerd really is

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