So Much To Love

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local judges talking about their brothers

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The Batter when Muted

(Batter x Player headcanons/ideas)

xXx

In battle:

Everything seems mostly normal to him, since he doesn’t speak in battle anyway (aside from with Enoch, who doesn’t inflict Muted).

However, he’s somewhat disappointed that he can’t use his competences, since that makes the battle take longer than it might have done otherwise.

He’s trying his best to shake off the effect, but if you use Omega’s curative ability on him, he’ll be both silently grateful and secretly a bit apologetic for the inconvenience, especially if you seem frustrated.

If you express specifically that you’re frustrated that he had to experience that, though, he might feel a little flustered. Your concern for his well-being is always meaningful to him, since it’s superfluous when it comes to the mission but feels good nonetheless.

xXx

Outside of battle (if he gets inflicted right as the enemy is defeated):

He still doesn’t speak very often, so it shouldn’t be a huge impediment, but somehow being unable to do so bothers him more than he expected.

He’ll probably try to wait it out, but if you’re embodied and not just a voice in his head, he might linger a bit closer to you.

However, if you try to have him examine something or if there’s someone he needs to talk to, he’ll feel a little embarrassed at his lack of speech. Again, it’s an extra inconvenience for both him and you when your only conduit in the world can’t even communicate your intent!

If you’re embodied, he might catch the sleeve of your shirt and signal to you that he can’t speak (possibly by drawing an X in the air over his mouth or throat), all while working very hard to keep his face flat and not display his awkwardness at having to ask for help.

If you’re not embodied, he’ll try to think very hard at you and see if that makes anything pop up on your screen. If not, he’ll cover his mouth to try and show you what’s going on.

Either way, once you give him some Belial’s Meat, he feels the block in his throat dissipate and can’t help a brief sigh of relief.

He’ll say something like “That’s much better.” followed, perhaps, by a quieter “Thank you.”

If you tell him you’re glad to hear his voice again, his mouth will close tightly and he’ll pull the brim of his baseball cap down to hide the slight flush on his face.

Bonus: if you happen to have the Friday and put it on him after this, he’ll fight even harder in the next battle because he has a little bit more confidence.

xXx

Disclaimer: this is not intended to be a commentary on actual nonverbal people or their experiences!

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[voidshrub]

Piece I made for my silkscreen class :)

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It’s my birthday today and I don’t have time for a bday doodle so have this no context yumeship au art I made a bit ago :)

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It’s my birthday today and I don’t have time for a bday doodle so have this no context yumeship au art I made a bit ago :)

[voidshrub]

It’s my birthday today and I don’t have time for a bday doodle so have this no context yumeship au art I made a bit ago :)

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Scout x Reader // Sweet Affection

I love him. He deserves the world.

notes: established relationship, wholly sfw

He’s deceptively strong despite his seemingly slender stature. This means that no matter what you might look like, you can sit on his lap or lie down on top of him with very little trouble (and it’s one of the very few things that will actually get him to stay still)

But for this, you’re straddling him slightly and sitting on his lap, facing him while he sits on a couch and leans back, smiling at you.

He seems to think he has some sort of plan, but that won’t last long. Scout absolutely does not get as much physical affection as he craves, so when you begin to skim your fingertips along his jaw, he sighs and leans into it, his expression relaxing slightly.

This only continues as you trace his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his brow, the shape of his eyes…and it’s only once his smile has turned distinctly dreamy and soft at the edges that the slightly bewildered thought crosses his mind: what exactly are you doing?

So he asks, and you look fondly down at him, and reply that you’re simply admiring him. How good-looking he is, how nice his face looks, how handsome all of him really is, to tell the truth.

Red quickly begins to stain his cheeks, and he looks away, hand half-rising to rub the back of his neck but then jolting away when he accidentally brushes your side.

“I mean, I, yeah, I kinda figured that you liked me, what with, uh, this and all…” he manages to say, fighting and failing to sound cool and nonchalant as he gestures in your general direction.

You press the softest, lightest kiss right between his eyebrows, and he makes a tiny noise like you’ve knocked the wind out of him.

Gently, you lean in close, so close that your nose brushes his and your breath skims across his lips (which part slightly, almost instinctively, like he’s subconsciously reacting to your closeness and opening up in response)

You assure him that you like him very much, and that you mean all of him when you say that. His artistic skills, his habit of talking nonstop, his accent, his body and face and athleticism, but also the little things, like how he goes out of his way to make you smile or the way he himself lights up whenever he sees something he remembers you mentioning to him (and promptly drags you over to see it yourself)

And of course, you like the little things about his appearance, too. The way he develops freckles in the summer after spending time outside, the way his front teeth ever so slightly dig into his lip when he smiles (yes, you find that very cute, you assure him), and so much more.

You like him just as he is, you say, and no amount of muscles or bravado could ever entice you, because you don’t want those things. You want Scout.

When you look up at his eyes again, they’re a little glassy, but bright as ever as he smiles, takes a shaky breath, and blinks away the beginnings of tears.

“How’s a guy supposed to follow up something like that, huh? You’ve got me d-dead in the water here, toots,” he protests light-heartedly.

You kiss him in response, giving him a chance to show his love in his own way (he was always better with actions anyhow), and he more than reciprocates, sliding his hands up your back and pulling you in close like he never, ever wants to let go.

This post’s divider was made by cafekitsune, who has a lot of lovely work!

[jermer10]

hiiii I love love love ur writing sm !! do u think u would mind like. doing the trope where reader and merc get stuck in like a reaaaally teeny locker/closet/box etc and like basically have to be cuddling the whole time?? any mercs u want but I'd esp love scout, Sniper, and soldier :3 <3<3

TF2 forced confinement

gn reader, suggestive | wait i love this ask

includes: scout, soldier, sniper

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - The second the door closes, trapping the two of you inside, Scout freaks out - “Oh man, oh man, we’re stuck in here! What’re we supposed to do?” - "We'll just have to wait for them to come and get us." You grimace - He can’t stop blushing the moment he realizes just how close you are, he’s trying to act cool, but his face is beet red, and he can’t seem to meet your eyes - He keeps shifting, trying to get comfortable without, you know, touching you too much, but it’s a tiny closet, so he’s got no choice but to be practically on top of you - Every time he accidentally bumps into you, he mutters, “Sorry, sorry,” like it’s the end of the world - To cover up how flustered he is, Scout starts talking. A lot. “This closet’s so freakin’ small, huh? Like, who even makes closets this tiny? I mean, what’re people even supposed to keep in here? Brooms? Ha! Weird, right?” - You ease up at the realization that he's just as awkward about this as you are - After a few minutes, he tries to act like he’s totally cool with the situation - He’ll awkwardly drape an arm around you, trying to make it seem casual, but his heartbeat is way too fast, and he can’t stop glancing at you to see if you’re uncomfortable. “We’re cool, right? Yeah, totally cool.” - He is obviously, not cool - Eventually, the awkwardness turns into something a little more comfortable - He’ll laugh at how ridiculous the situation is, maybe even teasing, “Bet ya didn’t expect to spend the day stuck in a closet with me, huh?”

Soldier: - When the door slams shut, Soldier isn’t fazed at first - He just stands there, arms crossed, as if being stuck in a tiny closet with you is totally normal - “This is nothing. I’ve been in tighter spaces during training!” he declares with full confidence - But once you’re both standing way too close for comfort, even Soldier starts to feel the awkwardness - You’re practically chest-to-chest, and he can’t ignore it anymore. “Ah… this is… strategically inconvenient,” he mutters, his bravado slipping a little - Soldier tries to stay as still as possible, his body rigid as he avoids making too much contact - He won’t admit it, but he’s extremely uncomfortable being in such close quarters with you—not because he doesn’t like it, but because he likes it too much - After a while, Soldier starts to relax (as much as he can). If the two of you are sitting or huddling together, he’ll instinctively wrap an arm around you in a protective way, as if guarding you from the cramped space itself - He won’t acknowledge it, though - just gives a gruff, “Stay still, it’s more efficient.” - Soldier keeps trying to frame the situation like a tactical operation. “We must conserve space. Stay close. No sudden movements,” he’ll say, his voice serious, but inside, he’s silently praying you don’t notice how his heart is pounding from being so close to you - As time passes, Soldier’s stiff demeanor softens, and he might even say something like, “You are… not a bad person to be stuck with in combat—or a closet.” It’s the closest thing to a compliment he’ll give, but it’s sincere

Sniper: - The moment the door closes, trapping you both inside, Sniper freezes - He’s not someone who’s used to physical closeness, and now you’re practically on top of him in this tiny closet - his first instinct is to go completely silent - Sniper tries to move around in the cramped space without invading your personal bubble, but it’s impossible - Every time your knees or shoulders brush against each other, he stiffens, his face heating up. “Uh, sorry ‘bout that…” he mumbles, barely able to look at you - He’s incredibly polite, despite being obviously flustered - “I’ll, uh, try not to get too close, if I can help it…” but then he realizes how ridiculous that sounds, given the size of the closet, and he just shuts his mouth, embarrassed - Sniper leans back against the wall, trying to stay calm, but his heart is racing, and he’s hyper-aware of every tiny movement you make - Sniper doesn’t say much, but if you get uncomfortable or need to shift around, he’s quick to make sure you’re okay. “Here, move this way—it’ll be more comfortable,” he’ll offer, gently guiding you into a better position, even though it means getting closer to you - After a while, the tension dies down a bit, and he might quietly admit, “I’m, uh, not used to this sorta thing. But… I don’t mind, bein’ close to ya.” His voice is soft, and he’s looking away, but you can tell he means it

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I'm a Spectre & Earth BFFs Truther 🌱

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Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🌈

[voidshrub]

Behold!!!! My wife that loves crabe :)

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GETAWAY!

Dusted off an old wip I shelved for a good few months and finally finished it :)

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Spy x Reader // Self-Care

Contains: overall sappiness, implications of non-sexual nudity and intimacy

A lot of the TF2 fandom seems to be in agreement that Spy enjoys the finer things in life, including various soaps and body products.

I think so too—he buys the costliest things off the shelf and uses them near-religiously every single day.

But it’s not because he actually wants to take care of himself…it’s all about the image. He wants to look (and smell) like someone who has too much money on his hands, and that’s why he uses these things.

When he meets you, though, he makes sure to keep your favorite soap and hair care products on hand just in case you ever need to spend the night. He likes to feel prepared and knowledgeable, after all.

…he wasn’t prepared for you to be so bold as to ask him to join you in the shower one night.

The two of you had been apart for a while, him busy with a mission and you with your own work. He came back just as you were getting ready for bed, both of you exhausted.

“We’re both tired, and I want to cuddle you in bed once I’m clean. It’ll save time, and I think we could both use this anyway.”

As he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, you could see his blush spreading down his neck and along his collarbone.

His mask was the last thing to come off, revealing messy hair and a tired face. He couldn’t meet your eyes at first, just like every other time he took it off in front of you—he wasn’t fully used to baring his face to you yet.

In the shower, you insisted on washing him, and it took all of his willpower not to fall asleep against the tile wall.

The water was warm, and you were massaging the soap into his skin until all the tension in his muscles was worked out. Once or twice, he let out little groans or sighs to let you know that something felt particularly good, wanting more of your touch more than he valued his pride.

Then, it was his turn. He’d always considered himself to be a good lover, and he wasn’t about to be proven wrong now.

His hands might not be as big as the other people on his team, but his slender fingers were more than strong enough to work out any knots in your neck, shoulders, and back as he washed you off. He made sure to show you the same care you showed to him, and more on top of that if he could.

By the end of the shower, you were both tired and leaning on each other as you toweled off and got into your sleep clothes.

He didn’t put his mask back on before bed, too busy enjoying the scent of soap on your skin (even more so because he was the one to put it there—yes, he can be a little possessive at times).

(If anyone sees this and wonders why I’m writing this on a blog that’s otherwise all Scout x Reader, well…go ask @/voidshrubsquared about it. ;])

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how would scout react to having his s/o run their fingers through his hair? (just general hcs!!)- 🌸

Scout Headcanon - Petting

I want someone to do this to me IRL ahahah

The first time his S/O did that, he actually cried

“I-It’s not you, babe!”

He would hug them and bury his head into their chest

Being the youngest of eight brothers, Scout never really got to have a chance to gain any physical affection

So when his S/O just casually drug their hands through his hair, he felt everything he lacked for his entire childhood

“I love you, you know that?”

He’d pepper them with kisses and tell them how much he appreciates them

Whenever he wants his S/O to pet his hair, he’ll tuck his head into their shoulder while they’re cuddling

He’ll sigh as they run their fingertips through his hair

He might even fall asleep in his S/O

Please keep petting him if he does

I LOVE FLUFF! Thank you for this cute submission!

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