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[multiheadcanons]

MERCS, LAUGHING!

scout: the man most similar to his counterpart, scout is shrill. the difference is that this scout talks through his laughter. so while the rest of the scout pack will be laughing and cackling and tee-heeing, you can guarantee that at least one scout will tell you exactly why they're laughing. and more likely than not, that scout will be a red scout! he cackles a get the fuck outta here! and snickers into his hands. and the way his eyes twinkle. it's worth every stupid joke you could make to him.

soldier: though he does take after his counterpart in being an evil chuckler, it is not often that there are noises coming out of the man that aren't coherent. it is more likely that he will stare at you and, without emoting, respond with "that's pretty funny. you think you're funny?" and then you get called joker for the rest of your life because you thought you were george carlin and soldier happened to agree. and it doesn't help that the red soldier is the objectively funnier soldier. he's just got such a way with words.

pyro: it is so hard to actually make a distinction between the pyros when all you have to go off of is their laughter. they sound the same. soldier would say "like girls", but! the rhythm is different. the blu pyro is a continuous giggler, while the red pyro stops every seven to ten giggles to heave. and they tend to buckle forward, as their counterpart throws themselves back in their fits of laughter. if you time your joke right in front of them both, you can watch them alternate positions as they rock back and forth.

demo: it is ridiculously easy to get tavish to laugh. the man is eternally good humored, and the best part is every instance is a breath of fresh air. the team is willing to admit they are... somewhat wretched people. whether they choose to be that way or were born that way. tavish is a break from the mold. the team usually looks to tavish to see how pleased they should be about a situation, and then they half it. and god, do they just adore that man's laugh. full-bodied, and full of vigor. clutches his stomach like his father. does a lot of whooping.

heavy: keeping the trend of the defense men going, do not let misha's natural intimidation, well, intimidate you! the man is prone to a good joke. to some of the team, it is already hard enough to fight with the man, but as they got to know him, the team has learned that he needs a good joke to continue throughout the day. thing is, you gotta treat him like an old car. you gotta get him started, and then wait for him to heat up. misha would love a stand up comedy set. and he rings like a bell. you absolutely cannot ignore the way his laughter sounds like a choir. which is why people get worried when he starts to sound like he's barking. trust, regardless of what he's laughing at, he's thoroughly enjoying himself.

engineer: oh, god, don't let this man laugh. that's nefarious. know if he's laughing he's planning some shit. even the quietest snort, the most subtle flare of the nostrils, that's a sign he's up to no good. most of the team thinks he has a dark humor, and that is true, in a sense. which is why you have to listen to what he's laughing at. dell's not a man known for gallows humor. that requires being the one with your neck in the noose. dell derives his humor in mockery. dell gets his kicks for being the one to load the gun and put it on the table. he slaps his thighs and stomps the ground on the technicality of innocence. the man throws stones and his glass house is just a very good plastic. and it's the nuances of it all which makes him chortle.

medic: oooooh, hoohoohoohoohoooo! it is a bird song to those who are searching for it. and it's delicious to drink in. and anything else is false. it is artificial. they are learned calls of domesticity, and this is a showcase of joy. this is him holding serenity and peace in his hands and throwing it in the air to soar. this is what the sheep hear across hundreds of acres of meadow. this is what they heel to. o's, and the variety of the noises they make, feel soft on the doctor's tongue. they slide through his throat and open him up. it eases well into other sounds, and ends sweetly from his timbre. then he gets a little mischievous.

sniper: he starts coughing. he starts quite literally hacking up a lung. which is hilarious, because he's not really the smoker of the two snipers! granted, they're both pretty frequent smokers, but only mick sounds like it. it's almost odd how much clearer his counterpart is. it makes him sound like he's speaking through a muffler. and it almost makes it even funnier. he can keep the team laughter going for a solid seven minutes due to him choking on his own spit. and while he's writing on the floor, everyone is too busy laughing to actually try to help him. someone get him a glass of water.

spy: while spy's counterpart sounds like a dainty little dog lapping water from a bowl, he himself sounds like ten cows blowing through a tuba. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. foghorn headass. it's actually very annoying to listen to spy laugh from the immediate disorienting beginning. it's just so alarming to hear from the man, especially when you're not supposed to hear the man at all. his snickers and chuckles are subtle signs of superiority, and less about the actual showcasing of good will and kind intentions. also a man who chortles. if you see him (at all, frankly) with dell, you need to go the other way. seriously, they're up to no good.

[crimson-sun]

thegravityfox asked you: Ever thought about drawing Medic’s wife?

When I first got into TF2 fandom, someone showed me this awesome picture by Makani and said it was Medic’s wife. Looking back at it, I think that’s supposed to be Makani’s female Medic (correct me if I’m wrong), but she’ll always be Mrs. Medic in my head.

(Edit: Demo’s patch is on the wrong eye whoooops)

[anoia]

oh gosh! awesome haha yeah it was my female medic- who was also medic’s wife (all my fem classes were like related to the male classes in some way or another)

[snippy-snappy]

croc-o-style kit...

[multiheadcanons]

THE MERCS DODGING BULLETS.

scout: you know, sometimes, he did wish he knew his dad. okay, no he doesn't, but he wished he had the certainty of knowing who his dad was. he just wanted to know what he's like. what he wasn't like. how much he took after him. his mom always insisted he looked nothing like him. his brothers said he looked like them, but a little different. it's become something he doesn't think about a lot, but when he does, it kinda boils him over. that guy just— got to live his life. he hopes it fucking sucks. scout hopes he's doing better than him. and he supposes he's lucky he'll just never know.

soldier: look this man in his melanin-deprived eyes and ask him seriously if he's ever dodged a bullet. he'll tell you he used to. let him be honest, being shot is no fun. but his body aged, and he stopped being able to anticipate someone's aim as well as he once could. and learning how to take a bullet is one of the smartest things someone could do for themselves in this country, because getting shot feels very bad. it's as though you become a faucet, and the liquid you're spewing is hot, and it's not coming back. fighting through the mental strain of pain manifesting as panic is a skill that takes years to learn. better to get the jump on that now.

pyro: can you imagine if pyro actually faced legal repercussions for a single thing they've done a day in their life? it's almost a joke to the team. they just laugh at it. they think it's hilarious, they don't even think that's an actual thing. they've called the police on pyro themselves, somehow they never end up gong to prison. nobody knows the strings being pulled to keep them out of the penal system's hands, but where the fuck do they get some of that, too? pyro doesn't even think about it anymore. they see it as keeping the fire department in business.

demo: oh, you're asking the wrong idiot. tavish has never been able to actually avoid the worst outcome of a situation since he was born. if something good is happening, it will go very bad at any minute. tavish has learned to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. tavish has learned it is simply in his nature to suffer. so he celebrates despite it. he will take an impossible task head on, because he knows the only way out is through. and he has too much pride. there's no fun in the act of avoiding a terrible outcome. the funniest stories come from the worst plans. that's why jane's his friend.

heavy: asking misha about a bullet he dodged somehow made his silence quieter. his face begins to turn in its contemplation. scowl and gape as he struggles to form a sincere reply. his face doesn't truly change as he finally answers. does— does the experience of surviving the gulag— is that dodging the bullet or surviving the gunshot after? he can't call that a dodged bullet. he took that shot, but he lived. many people died there. but was that the better outcome. he falls silent again. he gets no say in that. his father had never seen the sights he has. maybe his father dodged the bullet by using him as the shield.

engineer: dell doesn't dodge bullets, dell makes sure the gun's not pointed at him in the first place. dell is an intelligent man, and dell has never in his entire life taken a risk he has not triple calculated. not since he was young, okay, he was stupid when he was young. he had enough run-ins with the law as a teenager that he learned quickly he never wanted that smoke. he's willing to do a lot of things, but one of the first things he learned as a conagher is to know whose hands are greased by whom; and whose are yet to receive. it's easier to know when to shoot at dell when you watch his smaller actions.

medic: medic thanks the lord every day for taking genevieve off this earth before divorce was truly an option. firstly, being a widower is great. lots of pity to be had in that club. you can get away with a lot. he was burning bodies and arguing his grief in the courts. that was his best friend, he's allowed to lie on her name. and the truth is, there was no real legal basis for them to leave each other. he simply never knew she was having an affair. and while he does now, his vows are already fulfilled. until death. and he was a good man until the day she died. and now he's this. it is said with a grin. also, when she died, he got her family's estate. marriage was truly nothing but a net positive for him, he'd recommend it to anyone.

sniper: mick's sixth sense has been well honed over his years of living, and he likes it that way, thank you very much, because a dodged bullet in his life meant death. when he was younger, the kids used to say he was easy to spook off, and to this day mick gets the hardcore creeps. this has consistently kept him safe, too. he spent a lot of time in the outback, and had fewer and fewer injuries as he returned. but he fucked up a lot as a kid to get there. but he tried to never put himself in a position to get killed... until he was older. but now he's on the respawn machine. newsflash, though, dying still isn't fun.

spy: spy busts out laughing when you ask him. you know, spy has two thought processes about this. he's either never been caught slipping, ever, a day in his life; or everything he's ever thought he outran has actually bit him in his ass tenfold. but here he is. whole, and in an infinitely better place than he was born into. he wipes the tears from his eyes. there is no such thing as dodging a bullet. every event is an assault. every person you meet is an enemy. it just depends on when they turn on you.

[multiheadcanons]

scout: it was a rare time he was willing to match pace with you. you offered to tag along with him on a trip home. he didn't want to go alone, and you understood that. sometimes family can be a lot. as you walk the streets of boston, packing light as you walked from the bus, you both remained silent. you didn't know what to say, and you didn't know what he wanted to hear. you supposed it didn't matter. he asked for the company, and you had to give him something. hey, scout? he grunted in the quiet morning hours. we got this. that's all i wanted to say. his silence was deafening for a moment. then he laughed.

soldier: allowing soldier to touch you was always filled with hesitance. something about the idea struck fear into you. deeper than you've ever felt it. yet you stood before him, and saw that fear reflected back to you. it never occurred to you that he would be as scared as you are. you both stand, blocking the other's way, and unsure of how to proceed. as soldier advanced, you retreated, he paused. you attempt to advance, he primes for a flank, you begin your retreat. eventually, he tires of the game. he just needs you out of the way of the hall. he can do this.

pyro: it's a silly game to flirt with the pyro, but damn is it not one of the most fulfilling games you love to play with them. the team warns you against this, but you have always thought they coddled the mercenary. and it almost felt confirmed with every compliment you crooned their way. at this point, itwas something you did to watch the team's stomachs churn, and less about pyro. regardless, the target of your affections paid no mind to this. they were fighting the butterflies in their stomach more often than they actually thought about you. is this what love feels like? they had to know.

demo: tavish was your guy. he told you this when you had first met, and he had never proven that wrong a day he had known you. you know, you don't think you'd ever been so positively affected by the buddy system. it was perfect. tavish was perfect. he was confident, he was knowledgeable, and he was so much softer than you thought he was capable of. you almost felt ashamed you underestimated the man as much as you did. you felt silly, and in the same thought, you let it go, opting to slip your hand in his. almost inquisitively, he threw a glance over his shoulder, lighting up at your action as he registered it.

heavy: in his dreams, this is all he ever wanted. in the deepest parts of his psyche, he could tell himself: this was it. this was always it. and he fought the smile creeping across his face. this was all he ever wanted. your silence was soft. you were soft. you were deflated. you were littered in marks too big to be anyone else's. and each motion he forced your body through was a prayer, answered only by the softest gurgles. thick, lazy, and oh so good to him. he stared down at you, pupils blown.

engineer: it's really funny how things can go so wrong for you. that's all you can think as the words on the papers begin to blur together. and even as you look around, and nothing else registered inside your mind than how could you fuck up so horribly? how could you end up here? and what exactly did you give away to be here. the breath you exhaled squeaked on its way out. it made your head hurt, almost. and it made dell look so sympathetic to your cause. you could almost believe his piteous smile. you could believe he wanted nothing but the best for you. and who were you to go against what he had known well before you?

medic: you can only think, what a fun man to get under the influence. of what? doesn't matter, you weren't really thinking about that more than you thought about how red his face got. how much louder he can get. how unprofessional he is. you both share goofy grins amongst each other. brows furrowed at this inherent feeling of wrongness. and little did you both know your thoughts were echoed amongst each other. what is that flush from? where does the touch come from if it is not needed? as you both fall into the shared delusion, this ignored wish of something more, you felt it. under the table. you both stare at each other, almost shocked, before the grins grew crazed.

sniper: as we tick onto hour five of this precarious situation, mick had a funny thought. if he had the opportunity to do this all over again, he would make sure he got here. no, he wouldn't stay in high school, like his parents wanted. he wouldn't come home the first time they asked. he wouldn't say no to the first hit he was ever paid for. he wouldn't turn it down for the job on the boat his father had toiled to find him. he wouldn't get on the wrong flight, leading him to new mexico. he'd sign that contract happily. he'd wait quietly until you begin to show your face. he wouldn't let a single contract pass him by. he'd take every single one, to make sure he was here, with you, dangling over this cliff. clutching desperately to roots, giving way to your weight by the minute. he'd do it all again to make sure it was him, right here, right now. as he thought this, his breaths deepened.

spy: perhaps you wouldn't have even registered what he had done. fear at what was before you both overcame your every sense. it was overwhelming. you were frightened. and as your mind begged for your body to do something, anything than stand shock still. but warfare was still new to you. espionage was a unique experience. and these things from the losing side will kill people. and he didn't know why, he wouldn't know why he would waste the seconds on you, but he had to. he had to do something. he needed you to move.

TIGHTLY, THE MERCENARY CLUTCHED YOUR HAND.

[nerdygaymormon]

[dunkthebiscuit]

This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.

[multiheadcanons]

dell. dell. dell. dell.

dell! dell! dell!

the man's eyes shot open at the consistent chirping of his name and he sat up in a panic, engulfed in darkness and the twinkling of artificial red stars.

the workshop was empty. nothing but he and the quiet beeping and ticking of the machines he lovingly crafted, faithfully trained at the door. in the split second of panic, his surroundings began to register to him.

the sentries clicked, chirped quietly. no sounds or signs of intruders.

the teleporter quietly whirred in the corner.

all seemed well.

his face twisted further into the scowl, and his body fell back onto the bed. he paid no mind to the blueprints and various allen wrenches shifting around him, though he did reach for the water bottle on its final gulps of usefulness. this is what made him feel as though something wasn't right. dell never sacrificed sleep. it's the one thing war has taught him to do.

so why couldn't he continue his rest?

he sat back up as quickly as he had laid down. he felt for his shirt, and quickly pulled it on. he sacrificed his balance exiting the bed to rub the sleep from his eyes, stumbling. though he caught himself with a grumble, it was another recognition that fell to the wayside.

something isn't right. there's a reason he can't sleep.

his eyes flicked upwards, to the loft he was lucky enough to not have to build himself.

the team has been told this, though how often they actually remember this is unknown to him. there are cameras littering every inch of this base. and he's the one with the quickest access to see them. so it's an immediate problem that not a single one of those screens were on.

this would seem almost humorous if dell didn't have every inch of this room memorized. reaching under the bed, he found a small flashlight and flicked it on, following the beam up the stairs to a hat he didn't realize he wore of IT technician.

and he paused.

wouldn't it be faster to just... scan the base? he can make that run.

he thought further. it'd be better to get the doc involved, that way more people can cover more area. though he doubted the doctor would care.

his jaw set, and he continued up the stairs, crouching and beginning to assess the damage.

wires intact.

sockets look undamaged.

between checking the displays themselves and rechecking the wires, he began to go for the overhead lights. and when nothing happened, he cursed. he knew he should've just made the walk around the base.

he started to hustle. the thudding of his boots made him pause. they were kicked off before his exit continued, much quieter than it had been.

on the bottom floor, the noise echoes up. it'd be easy to give away any form of surprise he had.

his eyes flicked to the corner of the ceiling, where a camera patrolled and reported to nothing. he noted that he could even see. the infirmary was still lit, and he had no idea what time it was. doc's probably still up, and none the wiser.

he prefers it that way. he continues upstairs, counting the steps as he turns the landing, watching the blinks of the cameras hint to his next steps.

he paused on the second landing, looking up into the common areas.

this was bad positioning. but he could hear something. the quiet movement of chairs. he crouched down, and took the stairs on all fours.

he remembered which stair creaked, and crept past it.

as he reached the top, he flattened. the passing thought of how he must look made his face set. this better be something good, and administration better be off, asleep, or dead.

his head poked over, and he was indeed rewarded as a silhouette paused in the slow fades of the lights.

as the figure continued, so did he. and they fell in crouched synchronous steps. and as the figure disappeared into the only unlit hall, he paused. this was tentative, now, whoever this was is cornered. people do things they regret when they're cornered.

he's pretty sure he hadn't been noticed, either, because he could hear the quick beeps of the keypad. and one thought overpowered all others.

that better not be who he thinks it is.

and whoever gave the code up is in hot water.

he waited for the door to open.

advanced as it slipped shut.

allowed you to fall into the security of thinking you got away with this.

the crack you created with a shoestring flooded the hallway with enough light to blind him. his hand tightened around the handle, and he pushed it open further.

just enough to watch you leave.

you being so tense still.

and the further you got away from the door, the wider he opened it, until he stood, fully exposed.

and he couldn't help the grin as you turned around, and he watched your jaw drop.

he didn't wait for your reaction. he simply closed the door.

and he stared at the keypad, and the grin turned smug.

this isn't something that has to be made public.

but someone helped you.

and he can make sure everyone gets the message.

[oleji-sg8]

BONK!

[evangelina830]

Happy pride month, I decided to draw my Blu Sniper headcanon because he is intersex 💛💜

Maybe yaoi next idk pride month is every month if u gay enough

[masdane]

She should be running the Enterprise

[homkamiro]

Backrooms x TF2

[honeysparklesmash]

I got a good mark on the exam and decided to relax in the evening, so I painted my favorites but.. flowers❤️. I like to think and look for information and associations...

[casserpillarr]

Wips!

The results of the poll wanted me to show my unfinished art! so here they are!

wow some of these are OLDDDD!! this isnt everyhting.. i might make a part two or i might not we'll see :) I will finish some of these that i like, revisiting these wips made me inspired again.. Thank you everyone for contributing to the poll! :D

[titotastic]

Sup tf2 tumblr!! Got a work in progress of a lip sync animation with Scout- just gotta clean it up n all that >:3

[tobiosty]

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[tagetesxd]

felt like drawing an espeon for rendering practice :P

[sugarsylvie]

Happy Espy