I Was Suddenly Overcome With The Urge To Search Up “heavy Image Tf2″ On Google Dot Com And Caption

So apparently I forgot to make a DNI on here?

Dream fans, HP fans, sysmeds, transphobes/exclusionists, queerphobes/exclusionists, NSFW blogs, etc. DNI

Etc means don’t be a prick and you’re good unless I see something morally wrong and block you.

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I personally prefer casual, though I’ve been in one competitive game and played some less casual matches before. I don’t really have many people to play competitive tf2 with and since I don’t use voice chat, it’s harder to communicate in the moment, so I tend to prefer matches where I can quickly communicate with my team via. chat!

I also prefer to be able to switch out my class more often since I get bored of some more easily than others, or want to take care of something that the rest of my team is unable to, take on a challenge, or cool off with if I’m getting frustrated to distract myself.

Thanks for the ask! :]

SHRIEKS OVER HOW GREAT THE RED THE BLU AND THE UGLY IS????

The animation is superb. I cannot WAIT to use some of these for headcanon posts ya’ll- my lil animation loving heart melted at all of it- every single frame is just. amazing.

Feel free to send asks relating to the characters i make gifs of, or others, either way I love seeing new ones even though I might not ever get around to em- its really a matter of time because it just relies on motivation and what I’m inspired by mostly.

Quick Medic HCS

Inspired by a string of doveposts from medicsmenageries;

Ludwig names all of his doves.

The mercs have tried, and failed, to count how many he owns. 

Not even Heavy knows, and he’s the only one allowed to pet the birds.

As mentioned in a previous post, this man can disney-princess style call his babies to his very whim, it’s not unusual to think they bring him his coat in the mornings while he makes coffee.

He just really loves his doves okay? 

How would Spy react to not being able to find his knife, only to see some little kid messing with it?

LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE,

A KNIFE!

NO!

SMALL CHILD WIELDS SHARP OBJECT, LOCAL SPY CONFOUNDED!

His first feelings would likely be of confusion, anger, followed by seething rage when he noticed his knife was missing. After all, he was the Spy, no filthy pickpocket could simply take it. There was no way he had forgotten it either, as he triple checked his belongings and kept them on his person at all times. Being in public, there was no way for Spy to necessarily do much about it. He couldn’t just shout “WHERE IS MY KNIFE?!” To the world, and so he forces a deep breath and begins to search, splitting off from the team and looking about without garnering attention, as if he were merely a tourist.

At first, he had expected to be looking for any suspicious individuals, not anyone barely up to his middle in height. Yet, after a minute or two of scanning the room, there had been no other options, and right there. A lone child, holding a knife.

They were practically begging to be yelled at, dragged by the ear and taken to their guardians for such a bold defiance of all things he held dear, yet… It seemed the child had no parents in their midst. They were enthralled by the blade, flicking it between their fingers and trying to get the butterfly knife to do a trick or two, the light metal clattering far less satisfyingly in their smaller hands. Yet, while not masterful, the little kid treated the weapon with respectful caution, lacking precision but aware that their plaything was dangerous and sharp.

Spy found himself staring, rather than doing anything about it. Nothing about their appearance resembled his son, it wasn’t as if he had reason to not snatch it away and be done with it, yet here he was. Perhaps he saw a bit of his younger self in their eyes, or in the way they had healthy caution for the unknown, yet played with it anyway. 

Eventually, he exhaled and wandered over to the child, unsure what angle with which to approach the situation. Putting out his cigarette and kneeling down to get to eye level, he left a hand outstretched for them to return the knife, frowning.

“This is mine, mon petit, may I have it back…?

The child seems afraid, immediately shocked that they were caught. They shake their head, mumbling a “noo…”

“And why is that?” He has to force himself to be patient. Interacting with children is not his forte, but perhaps it feels like a second chance.

 Reminding himself this is a stranger, but unwilling to walk away without at least getting his knife back, and giving the child reason not to do such a thing again.

They blink, looking down at the butterfly knife. “Cause it’s pretty and feels good to use… Whus your accent from? S’all sounds pretty...”

Spy, shocked by the answer, goes silent, before sighing.

“Well, it is unwise to play with dangerous objects, mon ami. And… It is French. Do you know French?”

“My momma was from France! I knew I recognized th’ talking…”

“And where is she now..?”

The child’s expression immediately falls, and Spy needs no verbal answer to know what may have happened.

“Have you any other guardians?”

They shake their head, pointing down the road towards the old orphanage, shrugging sadly.

“Don’ matter, s'alright…”

There was the anger again, but now tenfold. Not at this child, but at himself. Of course he had to converse with the child, feel protective, now look at him. He had a job to do, he should have just grabbed the knife and went on with his day. 

When they finished talking, and Spy had left, there was a hollow feeling in his chest. Guilt, was it? Insecurity? Knowing the effect of not being present, it felt as if perhaps he was being given a second chance, yet he wasn’t sure how willing he was to throw it away.

Returning to the base, there were quite a few phone calls made to Miss Pauling, then the Administrator herself. Paperwork, negotiations, how in gods name would he work this out- Convincing Miss Pauling to allow a child into the base-- so long as battles were separate and hidden from their view, had been a breeze, but it was the Administrator, a cold, cruel hag of a woman whom he knew would take issue with the idea. It was to the point that he had been conversing through the night, even just in his white button up and suit pants, but he continued to talk.

What would his teammates think? He dreaded to find out, he merely hoped none of them would question it or tease him, but he knew he would come under fire, if only because he was the Spy, an uncaring, cold, emotionless figure.

At the very least, he knew he had time to pass, since the time in which it would take to get the paperwork in order, a new room built, etcetera, would give him ample time to learn more about who it is he was about to bring to the base.

That next day, a child wakes up to a gift by an unknown donator, all they know is it was a man with a vest and tie, with salt and pepper hair, inside of which is the materials to make the popsicle stick butterfly knife, a soft rabbit plushie, and a note written in a very simple cipher for them to solve.

“Pack your things in two weeks, If you see a woman in purple, she is your friend.”

Dear goodness I hope I don’t come across as any of these. Same here that I won’t cancel your headcanons but I 100% agree.

For Sniper, I like to see it as he’s not the best with words, but he’s patient and while he may come across as nervous in a situation it’s out of surprise or out of being flustered. I don’t think he’s like that normally, since you can definitely see that he isn’t through his voice lines ingame.

He’s a professional after all!

Such in a shitty fucking mood today. Tell me about your LEAST favorite thing the TF2 fandom does. The worst widely accepted headcanon. Hatred rage violence. I'll probably bite someone.

Not a request, but I just wanted to know: In your interpretation of the universe, is there an in-universe equivalent to the achievements we, as players, can get?

That’s a great question! I’ve been eager to write about this one, but I just wasn’t sure what to write,  especially since I feel like there’s a lot I can do with this idea.

For a lot of achievements, I assume that in universe, they’re something of a challenge to keep things fresh during battle. Like contracts, it keeps the Administrator entertained, and also gives the mercs something worth fighting for. 

I would imagine achievement items are sort of like “level up” items, a reward for doing well on the field to test out and use on your own instead of having to make your own hodge-podge weapons. Maybe they’re even designed by the class itself! 

Other achievements likely are just money rewards, little trophies, medals, and the like to encourage rivalry on the field. I mean, look! Red Heavy has a shiny badge on him! Why don’t you have it Blu Heavy? That’s right, fight for it!

I would think some of them are also newer based off of events that go on- like heavy medic achievements that weren’t there prior until medic invented the ubercharge or something. In fact, maybe it was Miss Pauling’s idea to do so, and the Administrator humored her. In reality, though, she just wanted to show support for the couple.

Anyways, I might come up with more to this idea later, there’s a lot more that you could delve into- like joke trophies, Halloween or event awards, etc. etc. 

Thanks for the ask!

happy sniper sunday

Yo! This isn’t related to anything tf2 or headcanon, just artwork but i was really proud of how these came out... Trying to practice more dynamic poses because while helping a friend I realized how samey mine are asdlkasjd... Might help me with catching up on the engiespy week tho!!! hopefully...

Anyways just wanted to post it ‘cause I was proud. I don’t expect it to get much attention haha, feel free to ignore this~

Merasmus is that you???

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