Tf2 Heavy - Blog Posts
I found this on Pinterest, and I think it's very funny, so I decided to post it on here. I couldn't find it on YouTube, but I know it's there
And sorry if it looks bad. That's how I found the video
Hello there, this totally isn't the mod of heavyweponguy. But if it's not too much trouble, could you do a heavymedic?
Also, I love your writing
[Thank you for this request stranger that can be @heavyweponguy Hope you enjoy this story!💀✨️]]
Red duo
â—‡ TF2 Heavy [x]and Medic [Come on. You know what]
â—‡ some blood and slight gore description
◇ includs Archimedes❗️
"And zhis is how I lost my medical licence!" Medic laughed after ending his repetitive story he was always proud to say.
Heavy laughed as always. Even if he heard Medic's story of how he stole a patients skeleton. He heard it many times, and yet every time, it was entertaining and fun to listen to. Today, Heavy was helping Medic in his workshop, bringing boxes with new animal organs, like zebras lungs or horses hearts. Finally, he picked up a long package, ready to put it into the freezer, but Medic stopped him.
"Ah! Not zhis one. Can you put it on my operation table?"
Without a word, Heavy put a light, wierd, shaped bag on the table, noticing excitement on the doctor's face. When he was opening a package, he looked like a small boy opening his present from Santa on Christmas. But when Medoc revealed what was inside, Heavy's face was in a state of small shock. Inside the bad was the whole body, but it was missing a head.
"Doctor, what is this?" Heavy asked.
"Vell, do you remember zhat team ve vere fightin' with? Vhat was zheir name? Classic, I think. I don't remember really" Medic answered while looking back at his reflection in bonesaw.
"I see. And who body is this?"
"It's Greg's! I couldn't just leave it like zhat! I put my most valuable organs in him after all. It would be a shame to let them go to vaste. Besides, I vas lucky. His body vas parciatly burned to crips!"
Heavy didn't answer to that. Meanwhile, Medic stabbed his bonesaw in TFC Scout's chest, ready to find his missing parts.
"So why is Heavy here?" Heavy asked. On those words, Medic turned around to him as if he had just asked the obvious question.
"To entertain me, of course. I got used to operating on patients who are vel, awake, and vorking in complete silence is boring for me. I vanted to ask Engineer to assist me but he said he didn't have time so that's why I asked you. Here, hold this"
Medic gave Heavy his bonesaw.
"So....what exactly doctor wants to 'regain' back from him?"
"I thought you'll never ask!" Medic's face brightened visibly when he heard the question, as if he was waiting for it to be asked.
"Beside my three baboon uteruses, one kidney, twelve centimetres of cow's intestine. I also put small brain in his left leg. Unfortunately, it was burned, so I can't really bring it back to life again"
"And why is he missing his head? Was there no brain inside too? I wouldn't be surprised"
Medic giggled at Heavy's joke before continuing his work.
"Oh no. His brain simply melted like butter while Pyro was burning him. I tried to make something out of it, but unfortunately, nothing vorked. What a shame- Archimedes no! Give it back!" Medic scouted at his dove, who took peace of liver and flew on lamp, holding it in its beak. Heavy manage to get it back, reaching Archimedes and snatching organ back with his strength.
"Danke! Birds, am I right?" chukle escaped his lips before continuing the operation.
Some time passed, five hours to be precise. Medic was determined to get every last organ he saw in his victims chest, as Heavy was by his side, helping slightly from time to time. Finally, Medic sat down on chair exhausted. Seeing this, Heavy sat down next to him.
"Doctor needs to lay down in his bed"
Medic ignored these words, laying his head over Heavy's shoulder, smirking.
"Nein. I want to stay like zhis" he said, slowly closing his eyes.
"Doctor..."
But it was too late. Medic fell asleep (or probably just acted like he was) in seconds. He was in his comfortable position, laying his head over Heavy's shoulder, refusing to move even an inch. Heavy sighed before closing his eyes, too, knowing that waking his doctor was pointless, so he decided to rest too.
Both of them stayed like that for a while, but later, Heavy woke up again. He looked at the clock, realising how late it is, yet he couldn't just let himself and Medic sleep on chairs. So, Heavy stood up and picked up Medic, and walked to their shared room.
Finally, he arrived at the big room, laying Medic on bed, and Heavy himself layed down next to him. Why? Medic is known to sleepwalk, so Heavy to prevent this sleeps with him, holding him down. Last time he wasn't, Scout screamed because he was standing above his bed with the ĂĽbersaw and wide crazy smile. Heavy glanced at the doctor's face before closing his eyes, this time falling asleep quickly. Both of them hold each other close, enjoying this comfortable time together...
[The end! Hope you like it! Tell me in comments what do you think!💀🌌]
Hello again,
I feel bad for asking for multiple things, but... could you do like a heavy story?
Take care,
-Tavern/Stary
[Don't be! I love taking requests! Besides not many people text to me anyway so don't feel bad! Thank you for texting to me!💀🌌]
Ropes and Dingos
â—‡ TF2 Heavy (non canon)story
â—‡ warning: some blood and violence
"Hello"
The day started pretty chaotic. Scout was hiding from Medic, Spy found Demo asleep in his wardrobe, Soldier was mad at Merasmus for not celebrating 4th of July with him, and Medic was looking for Scout to sew him extra limbs. Heavy meanwhile was alone in the kitchen, making himself a nice coffee to start the day. He sat down on the chair, ready to take a sip when suddenly the phone in the living room started ringing. Since no one was around, he put the cup of coffee on the table and picked up the phone.
"Oh good! It's you, Heavy. Pauling here. We have a job for you. It's from the Administrator herself"
"What does the old woman want now." he asked.
"Well, she- huh? You want to- sure. Of course. Heavy Administrator wants to talk to you"
For a moment, things went quiet, and then finally he heard a deep breath and a sharp voice answered him.
"I have a proposition for you. And believe me, it is worth your time"
She stopped and lit another cigarette.
"Do you remember the last time we spoke? It was when you fought against your fire loving friend. I remember giving them new weapons and leaving you with nothing. But today, it might change. I can deliver new weapons to you by the end of the week. Does that sound good for you?"
"Heavy wants to know the prize for it. I know that offers like this don't come without doing something in return"
"Going straight to the point, I see? Verry well, the administrator placed her hand on the folder that was lying down on her table.
"Last week, I was looking through files Saxton Haled had sent us. Mostly useless garbage that is not even worth mentioning. But one of them caught my eye. It was about Charles Darlings' zoo. Or more like a piece of newspaper from that day. A famous Australian philosopher made a bet that he would enter a dingo cage with his hands and feet tied and escape alive. Of course, I failed because the ropes with which he tied his hands were made of australium. After this 'accident,' no one went inside that cage again. I'm starting to think you know what I want you to do"
"Yes. Heavy also wants to know why you are sending Heavy and not someone else."
"Huh. For a man that doesn't speak much, you do have a lot of questions"
She sighed.
"It's because my last messenger fell into the Tuforts river with nuclear toxins. The hallucinations were so strong that now she thinks she is a mermaid and lives in a well. And because I want to see if you succeed. Is this a sufficient answer for you?"
"Yes. " Heavy answered.
"Good. Miss Pauling will send you more details later and remember. Succed, and you'll be rewarded, fail, and you'll get nothing. That is all"
After those words, she hung up. Heavy sighed and went to his room, waiting for more information about his mission.
A couple of hours later, Heavy stepped into the zoo. He was wearing more civilian clothes and had a small bag, full of necessary equipment. He walked up to the map to find where the Dingo paddock was. Soon, he was walking down the path until he stopped, noticing tape straped around, with a big sign next to it saying : DINGO PADDOCK CLOSED.
Of course, that didn't stop him because he just passed under the tape and started walking along the path, finally reaching his destination. He looked around and noticed a small building with an open door. He quickly went inside and looked around. It was a small control room, with cameras placed around the paddock, and next to it was a huge door. Heavy opened them, walking inside and quickly he noticed that there were leaves surrounding him, but they weren't real, just made of plastic. He looked around, but there were no Dingos in sight. Maybe they took them? That would explain why their paddock was closed today to the public. He started to walk, soon noticing something behind small rocks. As he got closer, he recognized it was the ropes made out of australium he was tasked to get. He reached his hand out but stopped after hearing a growl on his left. He immediately stood up, ready to fight. He started to hear more barking and growls from left and right, when suddenly from the front, Dingo jumped at him, biting his hand. Heavy backed away and threw him away into a small pool. This is when the other one showed up, growling at Heavy. He quickly was ready for the attack from the front when Dingo he threw into the pool and jumped at him from behind. Soon, both of the Dingos were biting him wildly. Heavy didn't have a choice and started to punch both of them, throwing them away, soon backing up to the all. This is when he looked at both of them, skinny, dirty dogs. Both of the growled at Heavy, looking really hungry.
This is when Heavy reached into his bagpack. For a weapon? A knife? No. He took out his sandwich. Soon, both Dingo stopped and started to sniff, Heavy raised his eyebrow and threw his sandwich on the side. Surprisingly....it worked. Two Dingo run after the sandwich, when one of them barked. Soon from behind the rocks where the rope was, small puppy walked out. Little pup ran to his parents and started to eat. Heavy slowly walked to the rocks and took the ropes, then quickly he ran out of there, closing the doors behind him. He sighed, putting the roped into his bag. He was ready to leave when he heard multiple footsteps. Quickly, he hid himself in the storage room. At that same moment, three men walked in.
"You got the weapons?" one of them asked.
"Yea. Are you sure we have to do this?"
"Of course I'm Darling payed us to kill those two adults."
"Why?" the worker asked again.
"Because those are the last dingos in the world, you idiot. After we get the big ones, the small one will be transported to Darlings mansion. Probably to be put there as his new trophy or somethin' "
"Alright guys, less talkin' more workin' " the third worker spoke, loading his weapon, and all of them walked inside the paddock.
Heavy left the storage room, arguing in his mind. He started to think as everything started to make sense. That's why paddock was closed to the public today, so they could kill the adults without any problem. No wonder they looked so thin and hungry. They probably hadn't been fed for a few days to make them weaker and easier to kill. Heavy now stood, wondering what to do. He could just leave at that moment. He completed his mission, after all. What could possibly make him stay.
"Steady..." the worker said while he was aiming.
"Take a quick shoot, and we will get the bigger one.
"Alright." he aimed at the female dingo, smiling, ready to take a shoot ready to-
Then, someone grabbed his rifle and took it out of his hands.
"What the hell?!" But they didn't finish their sentence because Heavy punched them right in the face.
Others were allergic to this.
"Hey! Who the fuck is that?!"
"No matter! Get him!"
Soon, they both started shooting at Heavy, who quickly dodged the bullets and ran, hiding behind the trees. As two of them approached, one of them was picked up by him and thrown away.
"You bastard!" Other guy shouted. He loaded his rifle and shot Heavy in his leg.
Heavy riped and fell as he tried to stand back up, when he felt a cold metal gun being pressed against his head.
"I don't know who you are, or what are you doin' here but just so you know you are going to jail -" this is when they heard a scream. It was one of the workers that Heavy threw away. Then, everything went quiet.
Soon, they both started to hear growling in front of them. The worker quickly pointed his gun at moving leaves. Then something jumped up from them.
"Woof!" barked small puppy dino. It stood between Heavy and worked, barking.
"Ha. Is this all? Wow, oh well" he pointed his gun at puppy, when Heavy pulled it closed to his chest.
"You won't hurt them." on those words worked smirked.
"Really? And who's gonna stop me?"
"You might have a weapon, but even this isn't enough to stand a chance against the worst type of animal to fight against... furious parents."
This is when the worker heard growl really close to his left side.
"Clever girl..." he said before Dino jumped biting into his face, then the other one joined biting their neck.
Both parents were biting and soon leaving the man motionless on the floor, this is when both of them turned their attention on Heavy. They started to growl at him when a small puppy jumped from his hands and ran to his parents. Both of them happily washed their tails, staying close together.
Later, Heavy manages to get all three dingos out. Both parents ran into the forest, but the puppy stayed behind. They grabbed Heavy's by his finger, gently licking it before then ran to their parents. Heavy smiled as he waved at them and soon left himself, returning from his mission.
"Good job" said Miss Pauling, when she took ropes from Heavy.
"Heavy always completes his mission." he answered.
"That's good. Now, maybe you should see Medic. You are covered in blood and bite marks"
Heavy nodded as he was going to Medic's laboratory, happy that this all was woth saving that family as he himself cared about his, and it was more rewarding than any weapon he could get.
[Am I putting a Jurassic Park reference in there?Hell yea I do. Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for requesting this one💀💙]
Okay, so me and my friend enjoy your writing, and on behalf of my friend I was suppose to ask if it was possible to do like a sniper x spy or heavy x medic. But we understand if you can't so you can just pick one of the mercs and do it x gender fluid reader.
Also, from both of us, don't overwork yourself to burn out.
[Yoo! Thank you so much for this request! I'm glad you and your friend like my writing and my art! And thank you I will take breaks! Again thank you for liking what I'm doing! It means a lot! Have a nice reading!💀💙]
Birds, Bears and blood
â—‡ TF2 Heavy x Medic
â—‡ unexpected additional merc appearance
â—‡ gore and blood. Like- a lot.
RING RING
The day started surprisingly calm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and as usual, Pyro was trying to set their room on fire. Heavy and Medic were sitting together in the common room. Heavy was reading his book while the Medic calmly rested his head on his lap. Ah. What a peaceful day it is. And nothing will-
...nevermind. Medic stood up, Heavy put his book away, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?-"
"Heavy! Thank god! Finally someone picked up! I was calling Spy, Pyro, Sniper- heck even Scout!None of them answered the phone. Listen, I have important job for you"
"A job huh. Continue, Heavy is listening"
"Alright. Phew- so. Tonight there is a ball organized in tribute to the death of Tom Jones by his fans. One of those fans is Blutarch's new investors. All you need to know about them is that they want to use Tom Jones' death as an advantage to manipulate their fans and believe me when I say his fans are capable of taking over the word for him, that's why the Administrator wants them gone. So? What are you saying?"
"Hm. Heavy is not sure if he can do it alone..."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Medic moved closer to the phone, with his hand on the Heavy's shoulder.
"I might have overhead the conversation anddd I'll gladly volunteer to go with the Heavy. This will be a great opportunity for me to gain new limbs on the way back!”
"Well...if Heavy has nothing against it-"
"Doctor can go."
"Alright! I will send you details soon. See you soon guys"
Heavy looked at Medic as he put the phone away.
"Getting a new limbs? Doctor could make a better excuse just to go out with me"
Medic smirked.
"Oh come on Misha, It was a good professional excuse. Besides you know I need extra set of limbs after Socut drove van with my supplies into the river"
Heavy chukled as he shook his head.
"Fine fine. Prepare yourself Doc. From what I hear this mission will be hard and ridiculous"
Two hours later, Heavy and Medic arrived at the ball. Everyone were wearing Tom Jones clothes, and so were they.
"This makes our work difficult. Miss Pauling didn't give us much of a description of BLU's investors, only thing that we know is that they will wear blue hats"
"We will find zhem, don't you worry. We know they plan to convince everyone during their big speech. We still have some time for ourselves"
"We need to remember this is still a mission..."
"Alright alright. But later you owe me a dance"
After a while, everyone gathered around the large stage. Heavy and Medic remained to the side. Four people approach him and put on blue bowler hats. This is when Medic and Heavy were ready to get behindthe stange, but someone unexpected aproched them.
"Hey there fellas! Whatcha doin' here?"
"Scout? What are you doing here?" Medic asked.
"It's a Tom Jones memorial party, how I could I not go? But you still didn't answer my question"
"We are here to shoot those four little baby man but we need to-"
"I got it!" Scout took his pistol out and with two quick shoots, he manage to shoot one of the BLU investors.
" ...-quietly." Heavy sighed as people began to panic and scream, running away.
"GUARDS!" One of the investors shouted. Soon guards in blue uniforms started to surround them.
"Uhh. Sorry fellas"
"Keep your cheep apology to yourself"
"Wait. I recognise you three! You work for RED! Lock them up!"
One of the guards approached Medic, but Heavy pushed them away with one powerful blow. Another decided to shoot the Heavy in the head, but Medic took out a bone saw and in the last second he stabbed them in the chest. That's when the radio started playing the biggest and best masterpiece Tom Jones had ever created.
"Misha, remember? You owe me a dance."
Heavy smirked and cracked his knuckles.
"Let's dance then Doc."
Soon Heavy and Medic together started to beat the hell out of people. Blood was everywhere. When someone was trying to attack, they only meet their doom. What a dance! Limbs were thrown around everywhere, as both of them started at each other with wide smiles, holding hands, knowing they have each others back.
Scout was there too I guess.
The investors saw this and started to run away, but Heavy and Medic chased after them. They manage to get one of them, killing him quickly, leaving only two. They ran after them to the roof, Medic was faster than Heavy, so he quickly caught up with them. He started fighting with one of them, but he shooting him in the shoulder, the Medic reacted quickly, cutting off his arm. They both rolled to the edge, almost falling, but Medic kicked him in the chest, causing his target to fall off the roof. The last one was left. At that moment, a helicopter appeared and took the investors away.
"Haha! You won't get me now-"
This when he noticed that his transport isn't moving. He looked down to noticed Heavy holding on helicopter, preventing it from flying away. Medic quickly throw his bonesaw at pilot, cutting his head off. Heavy finally let helicopter go, without a pilot, it started to fly high up, shaking left and right. Investor couldn't hold on long enough, so he jumped out with his parachute. Everything would be great untill helicopter started to fall down and t cut him into pieces with his propeller. Heavy covered Medic when it fall down next to them.
Soon both of them looked at each other, covered in blood.
"Well. This isn't the worst date we been on" Medic joked. Heavy giggled and picked Medic up.
"Are you alright? Your shoulder-"
"I'm fine. How about you?" Medic put his hand on Heavy's cheek.
Both of them smiled and soon kissed, with happiness knowing their partner is alright. Heavy gently hold Ludwigs hand, smiling. Medic put his head on Mishs's chest chuckling.
This is when Scout run up, and stared at them with eyes wide open.
"What the hell happened in here?!"
Medic and Heavy looked at him, rolling their eyes.
"Nothing. We finished the mission" Heavy replied.
"Now Scout, since you are here, help me collect the least damaged limbs and put them into my truck! Just remember you won't drive it this time!"
"Ughhh. Why do I always get the grossest part of work." Scout said while doing down the stairs.
They finally returned to base, Medic and Heavy were rewarded, while Scout had to explain everything to Miss Pauling. Both of the layed down on couch, resting close to each other.
"You know what? It wasn't that bad"
"Yes. But Misha promises the Doctor that next time we will spend the evening in a more peaceful way"
Medic smiled and layed his head back on Heavy's lap.
"I know we will, meain libieling"
They both lay down close to each other, glad they can finally rest in peace. Together...
[Anddd there you go! Hope you liked it! I'm not into shipping mercs too much but I hope you enjoyed this story!💀🌌]
Ok, I'm about to take you up on that offer again: sniper x masculine, slightly stoic reader, once again a crushing on each other scenario.
Hes showing the reader the ropes with sniping, which he doesnt usually do but maybe this is some kind of thing where the reader is a new merc, who's generally trained in martial arts and knows how to use different weapons, but trying to figure out what combat style they like best.
The reader is pretty well aware about how the mercs are, so things like sniper's jarate jars aren't something the reader questions.
I hope you dont mind,this one's a lot more specific ^^
[Yoooo!!! Nah it's great! Get ready for story m8!]
Rookie and a professional
â—‡ TF2 Sniper x Masculine reader [crush,romantic]
You walked through long halway into small office, where Miss Pauling was sitting on a chair. You sat in front of her desk, as she was reading her paper's. It seem like she didn't notice you at all.
"Miss Paul-"
"Ah! Oh. It's just you. I was too focused on reading papers that- nevermind. So, it seems you walked around our base, you get to know your surroundings a bit, now we should talk about your role on the battlefield"
She opened small box with files, as she went through them you felt calm and confident because you knew you had what it takes to do this job, but you didn't know what role you'll take.
"There we go. Hm. Interesting. It seems you have a lot of experience with different weapons. From explosives to rockes and so on"
"Yes. Let's say I'm no stranger to guns" you answered.
"Great! So, I will assign you to your role based on what you want to do. So? Any preferences?"
"Well..." you started "I'm not exactly sure. I'm still trying to figure it out."
"Huh. Well that complicates things..."
Both of you stayed quiet for couple of seconds before Miss Pauling spoke again.
"Ah! I have an idea. Perhaps you can try out different styles of combat, and our mercs can help you with it. You will see prons and cons of different classes and then we can decide what role will you take! That sounds like a good idea, right?"
"I guess it's alright"
"Great!" she wrote something on peace of paper before handing it to you.
"This is a list of classes you will check out today. You will meet Heavy, Solider and Sniper. If they won't convince you, then we can try tomorrow with the rest"
You took note she gave you and shook your head.
"Alright. I will inform you about the results"
"Okey then. Be sure to- ah crap" that was the last words she said to you before she pick up the phone that was ringing constantly and she was too busy now to even say goodbye to you. You walked out and check the list you received from her. First was Heavy.
"So you're Heavy right?"
"Да (Yes)" answer you big man with heavy Russian accent.
"I'd like to know more about your class." You asked.
"Heavy can tell you about the most important things in Heavy's asset. Is his gun that Heavy shoots with." as he was spoke, he put his gun on the table, that almost broke under it's pressure.
"Okey that's a nice gun... but I'd like to know-"
"Tiny man does not want to know about Heavy's gun?" he asked.
"I just want to know what do you do on the battlefield"
"Heavy shots with his gun. Gun is effective. This is all you need to know" he answered.
"I know, but I-"
"Heavy.shots.his.gun. And that is all you need to know."
You were not convinced by Heavy but you continued to speak with him. He mostly wanted to talk about his gun and constantly avoided questions about his strategys he had on the field. You also made himnextra mad when you asked if you can touch his gun.
Next was Solider.
"You see this son!?" he asked you in his loud comanding voice.
"Yes. It's a American flag-"
"That's rrrrrrighttt!! And you will fight on this battlefield for it! And believe me when I say it won't be as easy as drop kicking a toddler!"
"Mhm. Yes, so speaking of battlefield, how do you get behind your enemies" on those words he jumped and for a second you saw his angry eyes from under his helmet.
"Behind? BEHIND?! I'M NO COWARD! I run straight into the battle! I crush my enemies and attack them right away!"
"But you give away your position. You should sometimes stay and wait before you-" yet you couldn't finish your sentence before Solider climb on the table and pointed his finger at you.
"ONLY COWARDS AND COMUNISTS HIDE IN THE SHADOWS BEFORE THEY STRIKE! WE SCREAM OUR GLORY OUT OF THOSE LUNGS AS LONG AS WE HAVE THE ABILITY TO BBBRRRREATH!! So better listen up maggot, because now I will teach you how to fight with nothing but a shovel and piece of raw chicken!"
"Right..." Solider was...not it. He knew how to use many types of weapons sure, but you left after he suggested that he'll show you how to fist-fight with your opponents while completely naked and covered in honey. After another rather disappointing journey you were left with the last option for today.
You walked to the high wooden tower. You felt the smell of cigarette and piss. When you reached the top you noticed a man with hat over his face. You walked up to him, thinking he must be asleep, and as you tried to reach his shoulder to woke him up, he caught your hand and looked at you from behind big orange glasses.
"What aye you doin' rookie?" he asked while shoving your hand away.
"I thought you were asleep that's all. I need training from you."
"Training? For what?"
"I want to find out what place should I take in the team and Miss Pauling wanted me to try out your- combat style"
"Try out? Snipin' isn't somethin' ya try out. You have to put everythin' in it, you need to focus and remember that each shoot matters. And no offense but you look like someone who is workin' in the offense than defence, so ask someone else" he stood up from his chair and looked at you.
"And oi don't give lessons. I'm no teacher" you wanted to talk away but you can't give up so easly.
"Okey. You aren't a teacher, but you are a professional right? I'm a professional myself, so I know how important taking order is, especially from your boss. I'm fine with you not teching me but I bet that Miss Pauling will remember it. Unless of course you want to tell her yourself that you couldn't stood up to the challenge" you looked at him as he sighed and picked up his rifle.
"First things you should know is how to hold your weapon" he started. You smirked, as you started to take notes.
"Put that down and come here."
"Why?"
"Ya won't learn anythin' by standin' still and writin' with a pen. Here." He gave you his weapon and put chair in front of the balcony. You sat down and hold it tight. He pointed at training ground where you noticed moving in left and right target practice dummy.
"You see this? I want you to shoot it."
Without question you did as he asked, you pulled the trigger, shot and- you missed.
"Shit...No matter. I'll try again." you mumbled to yourself while you relodead his weapon. You shot at least three times before you hit something, unfortunately it was just an empty tin.
"Blood hell, you're awful." he said while walking up to you.
"That's why I came to you. Maybe you can tell me what I'm doing wrong then?" you asked while aiming at dumny again.
You heard deep sigh and soon you left his hands over your shoulders and your back. He started fixing your posture, soon he lowered down to your ear and whisper:
"Realx...You're always shakin' your hand before you shoot." your cheeks blushed as you started to aim again. He slowly lowered your elbow down, and wishpered once again.
"You have tense strong mussels, but ya need to know when to use that strength to pull the trigger. Follow the target..." he slowly moved your hand as he stood right behind you.
"Now."
You pulled the trigger and you manage to shot your target right in the head.
"See? All you had to do is to relax"
You looked in his direction while reloading.
"Thanks... See? You aren't a bad teacher after all"
He pulled his hat down to cover his face on these words, he probably didn't expect such complement from you. Then he looked at the ground taking his glasses off.
"Somethings wrong?" You asked. Soon he handed you a jar with...yellow liquid inside it.
"What is-"
"Don't ask."
You had your suspicions of what that was based on it's smell, but you only shruged your shoulders.
You stared at empty land before he finally lowered himself down, you did the same.
"Say rookie, how good at are you at throwing?" he asked with small smirk on his face.
"Good enough"
"On three throw it on the left from the first red box. One....two....three."
You both stood up and throw jarate. You heard sound of shattering glass, and figure runing away, followed by a loud scream.
"aaaAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Spy, that ya fancy bloody wuss! Hahaha!"
You couldn't help but smirk, while looking at Snipers smile. This is when he looked back at you, a bit embarrassed.
"...What?"
"Nothing. I just tought that, maybe, maybe, if you give me couple of lessons like that...I might tell Miss Pauling, that I've finally decided what I want to do"
He put his glasses back on and pat your shoulder, whole standing besides you.
"Tomorrow, at the same time. Don't be late"
He looked at you for the last time before he walked away through the wooden door.
You couldn't help but smile, you felt so comfortable around him. It was a nice feeling, knowing that you two understand each other and will surely make good partners. At work of course!
Unless....
[@zeldot :Hope you enjoyed this part! I'm so glad you gave me another commission! ]
Who are we dancing on?? They look funky..
I HAD to recreate one of my favorite videos ever, with all 9 mercs in view.
Y e s. I needed this in my life lol
rewatched pootis engage and this came to my mind. bye now
My school got so much events and projects i cant event draw a thing- AND I STILL CANT DO COLORING
DAY 1 "FIRE"
I'm sorry if the quality isn't good+looks rushed!! I've been busy all day... Making this quickly was the only option 💔💔
BUT ANYWAY!!! This thing is now started. No one can stop me now.
Trying to escape from artblock (i cant do this no more)
Whys tumblr making this pic quality so ugleh
hh I did this piece like 2 years ago at this point, but I still rlly like it
they are just so sweet🥺
100000 IQ WOMAN OUTSMARTS TF2 "Capture The Flag"
no but seriously i don't know i was high or sm i cant explain what happened to me
BABES GIRLIES YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS ITS SO PERFECT IM CRYINNNGGGDHDVDBBV
Merc aux access
(here are some of my headcanons for what the mercs music tastes could be, probably very inaccurate with the time period they live in)
Scout: has no aux access. Is very PROHIBITED TO BLASTING HIS “shitty white boy music” as others call it. It is not. It is art, TOM JONES IS ART. He has an okay music taste it’s just that it’s all about love n shit and that gets the mercs depressed. A bit of pop but surprisingly (or not) mostly hip hop.
Engie: also has no aux access despite being the one to modify and improve the music player in the base. Would play an overbearing amount of country. At first it was fun but then the country blues came and everyone got depressed again. Will still play country by himself with his guitar tho, if given the chance will do a little performance, then it kindda turns intoo it’s own orchestra since a lot of the boys know how to play instruments, it’s a great time for everyone. Johnny Cash is his god and Dolly is his queen.
Soldier: plays anything American per usual. Despite blasting the anthem one too many times is still allowed to choose music because he can pick some good songs from “Huey Lewis and the News” or “Earth, Wind & Fire”
Medic: absolute maniac, the most unpredictable out of all of em (and that says a lot in a team that has Pyro). Will sometimes go the whole evening having peacefully classical music to help everyone “focus” but then will start blasting heavy metal laughing maniacally. Is the true definition of “I like every genre”
(They are too afraid to take the aux away from him)
Demo: self explanatory, likes anything with accordions and bagpipes. But does genuinely enjoy orchestra music or any songs with strong buildups to big climaxes. Sits there on the edge of his seat waiting for the transition between Beethoven's 5th the 3rd and the to the 4th movement even tho he’s listens to it a million times. Still makes him tear up.
Sniper: not much of a music enthusiast since he’s mostly alone in a very quiet place mumbling to himself all the time, but surprising enjoys jazz when given the opportunity. It’s the only time he really looks like he’s enjoying himself, tapping away, so no one dares to disturb him those moments.
Spy: 60’s French jazz, can probably name 10 artists on top of his head. Says it’s for “culture” and “mission reserch”. Is just a huge nerd for that genre but will never admit it. Yes, Sniper comes to listen and they sit there statically, but don’t let that device you on the inside they are overjoyed.
Heavy: will play classical Russian ball music or even songs from old cartoons and sing along with them not messing up a single lyric. Gets very emotional, knows how to slow dance a bit but is too insecure to try. Engie offered to guide him, tho says Spy would be better since he knows how but Heavy refuses knowing how harsh Spy can be, he can’t handle that much. He don’t wanna look like little baby. Hopes to show Medic his skills when he’s confident enough tho.
Pyro: anything that is upbeat (that can come with repercussions since they have trouble understanding speech so mostly don’t care for the lyrics and we all know that happy sounding doesn’t always have the same meaning lyrically). Also tracks that have clear instrument sounds. Likes to pretend play one of them and can match the beat very easily if they want to tap it out on the table.
Which do you prefer?
Guys check out my polls on red vs blue which ever one wins i'll probably draw them all together in one big group Links below:
Red vs Blue
Guys have you seen that taunt
Away in a Mannger
This is my entry for the TF2 72 hour jam! i thought that making a tf2 nativity scene would be funny lmao. this is also my first SFM artwork :}c
TEEN FORTRESS!!
I had the idea of designing what each merc looked like at 18, so heres my take on it! this was such a fun project, im thinking of making a comic based off of it...
I spent 3 hours making this, excluding breaks Merry christmas Tf2 commuity and Heavymedic nation.
edit: please heed trigger warnings! this is quite negative at parts, so don’t read if you’re in a bad headspace or feeling down. sorry!! (disclaimer mostly stolen from tumblr user @llshoefacedll thank u)
aha!! character analysis babey!!!
gmod_ragdoll_sound.mp3
Fanart I drew of all the Team Fortress 2 classes dying in a glue trap
So, um, i did a funny background for my laptop some time ago. Aaaand many people in another social network loved it. Sooooooo, i decided to post it here. Hope ya like it too :D
