Aye, you there! Don’t just stand 'round gawkin'—grab a bottle and get ready to blow some bloody heads off!
Name’s Tavish DeGroot, but ye can call me Demo, y'know, the Demoman!
Explosives expert, black Scottish cyclops, and the only sane (not sober) one on this godforsaken team—though that’s not sayin' much!
You ever seen a sentry do a backflip? 'Cause I have, and I made it happen! Now step back unless ye want your eyebrows singed, 'cause I’ve got a whole mess of stickies just beggin’ to go—
BOOM!
RULES!
None!
Be wild.
Be suggestive (or worse.. oh, how freaky of you.)
Be chaotic.
Either way you're getting a response from a man who is canonically never sober.
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4. If you make fan art, my soul is yours like one of Medic's too many souls are the devil's. /pos
(As an... usual.. Demo main, we chill fr. You could say the most outrageous, downbad, horrendouly jaw-dropping statement and I would either match your freak or eh.)
5. My #1 blog is @preportal-fiddleford (follows, likes, etc.) but expect social interactions on @multifandom-bonanza.
6. FEEL FREE TO MENTION ME IN POSTS, I LOVE SEEING WHAT Y'ALL SEND TO ME AND DEMO!
(You can also interact with Soldier here, he speaks in all CAPS + RED and also likely more in character than Tavish.)
(If you're talking to both of the exploding silliest at the same time, Demoman is normal capitalisation + ORANGE!)
"What makes me a good demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here discussin' it with you, now would I?!"
A flashback for sure... Him charging into battle with way too many explosions.
"LET'S DO ITTTTT!!! Not one of ya's gonna survive this."
"One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch, and KA-BLOOIE!"
Suddenly, he had a bottle of scrumpy. Yup, you looked away for just a moment and he had one right in his hands. It's just Team Fortress Logic.
"And I got a manky eye. I'm a black Scottish cyclops. They got more fecking sea monsters in the great Lochett Ness than they got the likes of me."
Well, he tried to drink from his empty bottle... and sobered back up to continue yapping about whatever... We lost the point of the question.
"So! T'all you fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' about with your heads full of eyeballs... come and get me, I say! I'll be waitin' on you with a whiff of the old brimstone! I'm a Grimm bloody fable with an unhappy bloody end!"
Suddenly... he was out on the battlefield. He was also screaming, so...
"Oh, they're going to have to glue you back together...IN HELL!"
Magic Anons, or M! As, are users who send annonymous questions to ask blog that have some kind of magical effect on the blog for a certain duration of time.
I'VE MISSED YOU, MAGGOT! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? HUH? HUH?! TELL ME!
"Och, simmer down ye daft wee pipsqueak! Were ye checkin' under yer bed for a wee Scottish cyclops? I've been busy, ye see. Busy wi' me dear ol' mum. Aye, that's it..."
Tavish paused, wondering if he should go into more detail.
"A lot of work that'd definitely be a heavy load for an ol' lady. A mother's work is never done, lad! She was, er, so appreciative for me help. So don't be yellin' at me! I was doin' me familial duty...."
"Well, lad, I don't think it's be a good idea to ask me to bite ya! I mean.. I'm a Demolition man, after all, not some vampire, hahahah."
Tavish paused, thinking deeply about his answer though.
"Look, I blow things up! Massive explosions, KABOOM, great big craters! I don't go 'round nibblin' on people like some kinda wee mousie! That's just... nae professional?"
You'e right. It is from Emesis Blue, but not this edit. The subtitle of this blog is a reference as well, though it's taken... a whole lot in a satirical manner.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT... I LIKE THE DEMOMAN IN A VERY AMERICAN WAY!"
Was he denying it or accepting it... neither, apparently? Oh well, interpret that how you'd like~. <3