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ozzyeelz · 10 months
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Transmasc blu soldier pretty peas with bacon on top
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As a transtape user who likes to have pretty colors I think he would enjoy america-themed tape :3
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iaminsideyourwalls · 11 months
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Your updates have been getting buried in my dash (sadge) but I remebered to check your page today and OOOH HEADCANONS. I love those. Please share more when possible,,,
Comments on the previous ones real quick--agreed on the Engie take for sure!! He's mastered the polite smile (average southern guy) while planning 10 OSHA violations and 30 ways to kill someone with an electrical cord.
And Soldier! Fuck it up king! That's both a top surgery and a shrapnel scar, you heard him. Love men who can do both 💖
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i know you didn't request this but I drew it anyway because the idea is too funny to me. 6 am is war story time for soldier, while everyone is captive and not fully awake and has to listen to him (he never went to bed).
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here's another headcanon for you. Sniper used to wear big glasses like that (yknow, with the cross bar on the bridge) as a child and teenager (he looked like a serial killer) until he discovered the world of prescription sunglasses. His school photos took a sharp turn after that.
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malwar-e · 4 months
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full. art piece 👍
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bendablefool · 3 months
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My take on the TF2 guys as kids!!
No Spy b/c he’s Jeremy’s dad. He needs to be there to support his boy.
Also Soldier is pre-transition!!
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tf2incorrectquotes · 2 months
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Soldier: FOR THE LAST TIME, MAGGOT, I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, STOP ASKING FOR WHAT'S IN MY PANTS!
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leo-artsssss · 10 months
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some silly doodles i made! scout and soldier are two transmen who give each other advice (and both got top surgery from medic)
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icedhotcocoa · 1 year
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Request: Zhanna giving the Soldier his T injection
he doesn’t like needles…
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ITTY BITTY MERCS RAHHH also trans solly
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oddtheweird · 8 months
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i'm correct
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I.D [Soldier TF2 crouching on his knees with a slightly confused and surprised expression in the snow taken off of the TF comics #3 cover. There is a trans flag stripe along the top right corner, color picked from the original image.] end I.D
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rqpositivity · 20 days
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i love transsoldiers
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maxxie--padd · 5 months
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he's trying his best guys..
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ozzyeelz · 10 months
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I love texting irls art updates @soulbanditodorito *grabs you by the ankles and slams you against a wall repeatedly*
Also bonus:
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the-creative-crow · 6 months
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So I've had a few of my trans friends ask if joining the military to get started on HRT is worth it. And let me tell you, the short answer is hell no.
So no matter what, your command team can just deny you getting hrt. The reason being "believed impact on mission readiness" the main motivation behind thar is when beginning your hormones you are considered undeployable for 3 months. Basically you can't go anywhere where there isn't immediate mental Healthcare available.
I was lucky and went to a unit the is considered mission essential and non-deployable so it only took me about a month to get my hrt.
My friend in another unit is approaching his 3 year mark and still hasn't been allowed to begin transitioning. His is the more standard experience from what I know of.
Once your hrt is approved you can begin treatment immediately. Your expected to immediately socially transition on your off hours but you aren't allowed to socially transition at work.
You can not begin to socially transition at work until all your documents say your new gender. But your can't request the gender change until you have at least one year of "real-life experience"
The way around this is called an etp(exception to policy) there are 3 you can request.
1. Grooming standards.
2. Bathroom/locker room assignment
3. Fitness/weight standards
Regardless of what you request it has to be approved by the deputy chief of staff of the army.
So pretty fucking high up the chain. In fact my etp is the highest ranking signature I've seen on anyone's paperwork.
It took me a year and half to get my grooming standards approved. I've never met a trans person who got the other two approved.
By the time I got it approved I already had my gender marker changed in the state of Texas and on all my stateside paperwork, but not in the military yet. What this meant is, in non-military facilities I was female. But in military facilities I was male. This caused a lot of issues, not to mention my name and gender not matching across military id and drivers license.
By this point I had tits. Nothing crazy but enough to be clearly visible and you knew they were tits. But I still had to change in the male lockerroom. This resulted in a lot of sexual harrasment and assault that will stick with me for a long time.
It was another half a year before the military recognized my gender marker change and only the gender marker not my name. Finally I can use female facilities and not get sexually harrased. But now I can't use the bathroom or lockeroom without getting accusing looks. I've seen females I know well and I thought I was on good terms with just leave the female areas as soon as I enter. I'm not welcome there.
It was another 2 months to get my name change recognized but at this point I couldn't even be happy about it. Everyone I know locally knows me by my last name anyways. I'm a social pariah and not accepted in any group. People at work are scared of me, they think I'm unstable and will hurt them.
And im a lucky one. I'm at a unit that can make it through the Trans awareness training without a screaming match that might turn bloody. I'm at a unit where the leadership doesn't care that I'm transitioning. Trans soldiers stationed in the middle east "fall off buildings" and they have a little help. It's reported as an accident and not a murder.
Please, if your Trans and thinking about joining the military, don't. Do literally anything else because it can't break you the way the military will
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kaz3313 · 7 months
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Hello and welcome to my tf2 Role/Class Swap AU. In which the characters are who you know in love… but they have a different class. This causes changes- mostly in the form of character dynamics— isn’t that the fun part?
CW: Artistic Nudity Underneath~ Dick and Pussy (not together tho)
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*Sorry “Scout” You’ll get a shitty tatoo later- but not now. No Sex Bom for you.
*I didn’t like my first page of “Soldier” doodles Except i kinda went off with that outfit so you get his outfit.
*I have backstories for about all of them now soooo~
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popitdontdropitwrites · 9 months
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His America (Soldier/Medic Oneshot)
“What exactly are you fighting for?” The question, once a passing, trivial thought, had suddenly become real, dissipating into the swirling steam between them.
Soldier paused, his hand on the door of his locker, the thought to close it still there, but halted for now. The question took precedence. A toothy, crooked smile spread on his face, a front tooth missing, like a spent casing. He pressed a finger to his lip – a surrogate for a cigar. “To keep this country out of the hands of the enemy.” The patriot straightened, standing taller; a habit founded upon a lifetime of salutes and pledges, stances reinforced enough to survive in a deteriorating brain.
“BLU is not at all interested in America, mein Freund. Such a pursuit would be absurd.”
“Not yet, doc.” He corrected, a dire warning in his tone, and an underlying smugness, the belief that he was thinking ahead when he was in fact, sideways. “What do you think will happen if we let them win this war? They’ll kick us while we’re down and come for our freedom!”
“Freedom.” Medic scoffed. What freedom was there for a man like himself in this country? It was only here that he was peculiar, deviant. There were no playful, almost affable euphemisms for his proclivities, no friends or warmer Bruder. “The same freedom that barred you from joining the war?”
Jane cocked his head, the reality failing to strike him. It had long since been swallowed up by daydreams of crushing the skulls of Nazis under his boots. A sentiment Medic shared. “Huh?” He blinked hard, processing what had just been said, unearthing what had been buried. He was quick to call the shovelman back to action with a wave of the hand. “There had been a mistake. I am America’s best soldier, private. They couldn’t deny me.” He cocked a proud thumb towards his broad, powerful chest. Jane was a man of rigid routine, and could be seen exercising even after a hard day of battle. Medic, guiltily, had watched on occasion, pretending to be nose deep in study. The twin scars beneath each pectoral would flex with the man, stretching against the skin. Medic still remembered working each stitch into freshly carved flesh.
“Of course, Jane.”
These illogical responses were not uncommon, and after prodding the American with similar questions, they failed to surprise him anymore. The man was a mystery, and Ludwig’s curiosities went beyond Soldier’s ailments – osteoarthritis, noise-induced hearing loss, shell shock, Kanner’s syndrome, to name a few – and into the crumbling ruins of the man’s head, no doubt having endured one too many explosives. The only pillar holding it up now was decorated with the flag he revered, like a crucifix hanging above the door. How could put his hand to his heart, and utter promise after promise day after day to a symbol that had rejected him?
“Have you been taking care of your scars?”
He looked down, thinking for a moment. “Negatory.”
“You held on to the moisturiser, I hope?” He gestured to Soldier’s locker.
He opened it, eyes scanning the shelves for the bottle of cream. His locker was stuffed full of trinkets; coins, cigars, shoe polish, razors and medals. Taped on the door, was the cover page of a magazine, decorated with an illustration of a soldier with short, dark hair, and soft, rounded features typical of a young man, standing tall in the pews of a church with his cap held to his heart – Willie Gillis, the boy next door, sent off to war.
Medic spotted the moisturiser first, buried beneath a pile of spare rockets. He unscrewed the cap, dipping his bare fingers inside before placing them to the American’s chest. He massaged the ointment into the pink scars, watching it fade into the skin, leaving it glistening. “That’s an old issue,” Ludwig began, nodding his head towards the man’s locker. “Why keep it for so long?”
Soldier’s gaze wandered to the magazine cover, though he likely had no need to remember the composition he had lovingly admired for twenty years. “It’s the picture of everything an American should be. Patriotic, disciplined, respectful.” Jane worked his way into his undershirt, and unfolded his uniform, as he had done a hundred times before. “You ought to be proud too, doc, or I’ll be whipping it into your sorry ass.”
It clicked then. This image was not serving as a decorative poster, but instead, as a mirror. It was but one tenet in an idea, an America constructed from radio programming, rigid schooling and idyllic television. Such a perfect place cast in black and white did not exist outside of this old soldier’s head. He had wished for it so terribly that he had made it real, fought for it, built it on a foundation of severed limbs, broken bones and Rockwellian imagery. His dedication to it would be admirable, if his efforts were not entirely futile.
“Oh, but I am proud.” Ludwig said, placing his hand to his chest, a disingenuous imitation of a pledge. “Your country is beautiful, Jane.”
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artoatsblog · 6 months
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"The only men who have long hair are hippies!"
Jane looked in the mirror, they had the same mug they've always had, the same body too, but Jane themself wasn't the same as they were a month ago.
Jane slowly took off the helmet resting on their head, their brown eyes were visible, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was Janes hair, it was put into a bun because they didn't want anyone to see them growing their hair out, the other mercs would say they were a traitor, a hypocrite, and worst of all a HIPPIE!,
Hippies were the lowest class of human beings; Jane would go as far as to say you couldn't even consider the male hippies me-
Jane stopped, there were many ways to insult hippies (Jane had used most of them), but saying they were not men would not be an insult, it would be the greatest complement she could give.
Jane looked at herself again, her hair wasn't that long, but it was long enough for Jane to comb it with her fingers, her hair was soft. now Jane doe was NOT soft herself, she could kill any of the other mercs with a single move, but her hair... was something she could get used to, more than the rest of her at least.
Yes, Jane had originally grown her hair longer to get more comfortable with herself and it helped, but it also made her body stand out more, Jane was told by her father that "men" should be muscular, big and strong.
Jane loved the strong part, but not the big part, well the muscled arms and large chest were great, it was her torso that was the problem, she couldn't slim down without her father asking questions, so she buried it deep down, she thought everyone would see her as week if she was even a little bit smaller.
Her face was also varyingly square depending on the way you looked at it, but it didn't look square right now with her hair down, she didn't look masculine at all, she was just...herself.
And she would continue to be herself, because she hadn't seen the real Jane for a long time, and she would do anything to be the real Jane.
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