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[thestayathomedragon]

What motivates you to write?

Honesty it's emotions. I write a lot off of what I'm feeling since I'm not all that great at expressing myself in ways I feel are understood. If I'm feeling lonely I tend to write a lot of fluffy cuddly stuff. If I'm feeling angry I write more violent things. I don't get angry that often though. And well if I'm feeling smutty I write smut. I just feel like I have to get them out some kind of way. 

[thestayathomedragon]

The latest chapter in your tumblr prompts was amazing! It gave insight to just how messed up Juni was. I never really assumed she was that bad off, but I never really had a reason not too. Once again, nice job. Thats all I wanna say :)

Oh gosh thank you. I honestly hadn't wrote it about it before because I guess I just hadn't felt it like that. I write a lot off of what I'm feeling at the moment and it never felt right. It's one of the reason the camping fic is on hold because it deals with just how bad off or not Juni is mentally a lot and how she and Mick work through it together. Plus, I was never really concrete on how I wanted to handle it. I wanted to do it justice of course and I definitely don't want to start talking about stuff I have no clue about and offend anyone. So you don't have any idea how please I am to hear that you liked it. Thank you. :3

[thestayathomedragon]

472 words - A TF2 DemoPyro Fan Ficlet

jumpjudgmental requested some DemoFem!Pyro

“Ooouch,” Pyro squirmed again, shrinking away from the evil torture device that was being used on her only to have that very device used to strike her on the shoulder for her trouble. “H-hey!”

“Nonna that!” Tavish barked but there was more laughter behind it than anything. It rumbled deeply within his chest and against his lover’s back as she relaxed against him again.

“Aye, hold still,” he grinned as he continued his work. “What did yeh expect, girl?” The warm body in front of him squirmed even more, her head ducking down further between her shoulder blades. “When’s the last time ye tried ta tame this mane o’ yers?”

Pyro frowned and thought about it, “I dunno… couple a weeks? Last month? Maybe?”

“Last month? Maybe?” Tavish sighed and shook his head muttering under his breath. He merely continued pulling the wide toothed comb through the tangled mass of curls on Pyro’s head. It was an oily, sooty mess and honestly it had smelled kind of awful. Not surprising since it spent most of the time tightly concealed beneath a gas mask.

He was going to need a stiff drink after all this. He certainly didn’t like hurting her but this was the only way. Every time he worked out one set of kinks there was just another one waiting for him. With every pass Pyro acted as if he was trying to kill her, hissing and spiting like an angry cat as she tried to get away again sloshing water out of the side of the bath. Clearly, it wasn’t all bad however.

“Oh love, ya gotta be more careful with a mess a hair like this. I should know.” Though, he would never complain about getting to share a nice warm bath with his lovely girlfriend.

“I know, I know…” The firebug whined but soon gave up resigned to her fate. “Y’know it was easier when I just shaved it all off.”

“It was lazy as all hell is what is was,” Tavish said wrinkling his nose. “Damn shame too. You’ve got such lovely hair, lassie. You should be proud of it,” he remarked admiring his work as he ran his fingers though a newly detangled patch of the dark curls. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against her damp shoulder, right where he’d gotten her with the comb a moment ago.

“Well, I didn’t have you to help me take care of it back then did I?” Pyro said with a hopeful look as she passed the bottle of detangling conditioner over her shoulder.

“Ye got a point there,” he chuckled again and accepted the bottle applying a bit more of the creamy substance to the dark tangles. “But ya do now.”  

“Mmmm, yeah…” Pyro sighed relaxing into the fingers that slowly massaged her scalp. “Lucky me.”

[thestayathomedragon]

For the "i wanted a new ship meme so i made one~" post, could you tell me about Pyro/Demo?

who takes longer showers?

Pyro. They can't resist the opportunity to soak up a nice warm shower when they get the chance. With the suit and the heavy equipment they have to lug around on the field it's a welcome reprieve. Demo is still a little hesitant about wasting water after growing up with a mom that stressed the importance of penny pinching. He gets the job done of course but he's not one to linger. Well that is unless Pyro's is there to join him. 

how do they make up after a fight?

Pyro tends to be a bit more hot headed and stubborn than Demo. Demo is usually the one to initiate the make up. He's usually drunk when he does but Pyro doesn't see it as him being any less sincere. In fact, it is when he's been drinking that Demo is the most sincere. He bares it all when he'd had a few. However because he's usually drunk when they make up it's usually done with copious amount of cuddles and kisses. Pyro really likes that part best. 

who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

Pyro prefers the rain. It's fun to play around in it when it's not so harsh and there usually a rainbow afterwards. When it's too bad for them to play around outdoors they like to stay indoor and watch it throw a window. It's very calming. Growing up in Scotland Demo is pretty much sick of rain. It's why he made his home in the desert after all. Needless to say Demo prefers the sun

what’s their favorite place to go together?

Demo's place when they can get away from the bases. He has a pretty decent kitchen where Pyro can try out all the recipes their little heart desires. Demo certainly can't complain about the mess when the meals Pyro comes up with are so good. 

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?

Demo definitely. He's certainly the more charismatic of the two. Pyro can be a bit shy until they're comfortable about you and well they can be a bit odd as well. 

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?

Of course they do. With as much cake and fan fair as possible. Demo is not above spoiling his little Pyro rotten with whatever the little fire bug wants on a regular day it's ten times as bad when there's an anniversary to use as an excuse. 

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

Demo obviously. Though it would take quite a bit of alcohol to convince Pyro do go on stage. 

what’s their nightly routine?

Nothing too strange. Dinner, shower, and hanging out/snuggling up together a bit before bed. Despite what the rest of the team may think they get up to when they lock themselves away, they are surprisingly normal when they're alone together. Though they do occasionally brainstorm new and more burny ways to blow up things. 

who’s more likely to burn dinner?

Demo. He never was very good at transferring his knowledge of chemistry to the dinning room table. Pyro pretty much exclusively handles meal prep when it comes to the two of them. 

[theoldaeroplane]

Who is team mother/father/big brother on BLU team?

hahahahahahaha

red team is significantly more functional than blu team, which started falling apart basically as soon as pyro overdosed on the dispenser

i think engie was originally team dad but in a sort of no-nonsense way. demo was and probably still is team mom. heavy functions as team bro but only when he is particularly moved (pyro lucked out and reminded him of his sisters in cryo)

[voxmyriad]

Little Things

Hello jumpjudgmental I hope you like flufftimes because you got 'em! Pyro and Scout being bros, Pyro being an adorable nerd about nature, this is a headcanon I have, I hope you like, MERRY SMISSMAS! :D

Little Things | On AO3

Pyro loved the bases. From what the team could tell, Pyro loved all the bases equally. While some of the others could be heard to grumble about Coldfront's frigid winds, or the still, stifling heat of Hoodoo, the damp at Sawmill, no matter where they ended up, Pyro's reaction was always the same. The rest of the team would settle into the barracks, unpacking, looking over weapons, discussing strategy or catching up if it had been a while, and Pyro would be outside, everywhere outside, covering the whole terrain of the base, and all the nooks and crannies they could reach. There was something refreshing about their enthusiasm.

As far as Pyro was concerned, they couldn't understand why everyone else didn't go back outside as soon as they possibly could after arriving. Pyro had found the wren nests tucked into the rafters at the very top of Barnblitz. Clusters of snowdrops grew just outside the fence at Viaduct, out of range of rockets or bombs, untouched by fire, just little white flowers blossoming out of snow. Once there had been a family of frogs living under the bridge at 2Fort, but they hadn't lasted long. Pyro checked for them again every time they went back there.

Of course they were excited, there was so much to see on all the bases, why didn't anyone else understand that? But no, that wasn't fair. The rest of the team didn't explore on their own, but sometimes the others did come to see things Pyro had found. Sniper had been delighted about the wild turkeys, though there had been a bit of a misunderstanding about why. But Pyro made sure to let Medic know whenever they found unusual birds, and Soldier needed to know if there were raccoons or opossums or squirrels, and they had a whole list of things to show Scout.

Over the years, Pyro had made a list for everyone. It was an important job, even if no one else thought so.

It wasn't unusual for Pyro to run inside and then head back outside immediately, and so no one took much notice when they burst into the kitchen and collected a bag of flour, and then Scout on their way back out the door.

There wasn't much chance of Scout preventing himself from getting dragged, Pyro's rig weighed only a little less than he did, so he took off running alongside them, trying to get his arm back.

"Whoa, Pyro, what's up, where we going? I'm coming, I'm coming, c'mon, gimme back my arm, huh? That's my batting arm, I need that for tomorrow, you're gonna rip it out!"

Pyro released him and kept going, letting out a torrent of unintelligible sounds. Ostentatiously rubbing his shoulder, Scout followed.

"Y'know, it'd be way easier if you just took off-- Okay, got it, we got somewhere to be, jeez. What's with the flour?"

Pyro came to an abrupt halt and pressed a gloved finger to their mask filter. Quiet. Scout opened his mouth and Pyro let out an annoyed little hiss, so Scout went quiet. He could do quiet, okay, no one thought he could but he could be real quiet if he wanted to be, so there.

Scout stuck next to Pyro as they crept toward a tall rock. They circled the rock and Pyro pointed down and Scout looked and, "Holy shit," he whispered. "Are those, like...those are bunnies."

He could tell Pyro was beaming through the mask, and he shifted onto his hands and knees to look closer. Not too much closer, he didn't want to scare 'em, although they were probably plenty freaked already. Tiny little balls of fur the soft color of sandy dirt, all huddled together in a little pile. Tiny ears all laid back, little brown eyes. They weren't moving at all. They looked like little statues, but soft. There was one white one, almost buried beneath the rest.

He backed off, grinning from ear to ear. "Man, that's cool. That's freakin' awesome. Did you know they'd be here?"

"Mmhmm." Pyro indicated that they'd gone around the rest of the field and then found them, before ripping open the bag of flour and sprinkling a narrow line of white into the grass around the nest. The babies didn't move.

"What's that for?" Scout whispered. Pyro gestured, made a shape about a foot long, with ears-- "The mom? Oh shit, where is she?"

Pyro shrugged and tapped the line of flour, pantomimed hopping up to the nest and dusting the flour aside.

"Oh, I get it! If she's still around, the flour'll be gone? Hey, that's kinda genius. You think of that yourself?"

Pyro shook their head and closed the bag, then pulled on Scout's shoulder and moved back. Scout took a last look into the nest and the little pile of bunnies--five of them at least--and followed. "I never saw a nest of bunnies before. Thanks."

"Mmmph."

"Hey, uh, you wanna do batting practice? Later, I mean, when you're done an' all, I know you ain't got to everywhere yet."

"Mmmph!" Pyro clapped their hands and nodded.

"Okay, but no airblasting my balls over the fence this time, okay? I ain't got a million of 'em, and we're at freakin' Thunder Mountain, I ain't chasing anything down an' falling off."

"Mph mm-mph." Pyro held up three fingers.

"Is that Scout's honor?" Scout snorted and punched at Pyro's shoulder, and Pyro giggled. "Whatever, asshole, like you're the first one to make that freakin' joke. Want me to take that back in for ya?"

Pyro nodded and put the bag of flour into Scout's outstretched hand. "Okay, see ya." Scout took off at a run, what else, back toward the base. Pyro watched him go, then peeked back over the rock to check on the nest and make sure that the flour line was still there. Then they moved on. If they were right, there should be a little grove of trees farther up the mountain with a carpet of violets, and Heavy would definitely enjoy seeing those.

[thestayathomedragon]

jumpjudgmental replied to your post “Very Important Adult Things - A TF2 SniperPyro Fan Fiction”

Effing adorable. You did an awesome job! The more I read the more I tend to like Juni.

Awesome! Thank you. I was definitely going for adorable and it's always nice to hear good things about Juni especially since they're still a bit in flux when it comes to character development.

[thestayathomedragon]

Very Important Adult Things - A TF2 SniperPyro Fan Fiction

jumpjudgmental asked: You said you were accepting prompts and I couldn't resist- Pyro and Sniper talk about either a break from work where they go home for a while, or the end of the war. They have to decide whether they want to stick together, or meet the other's family, or whatever else you can come up with!

A/N: I hope this is sort of like what you had in mind. Mick and Juni do have a rather odd way of communicating very important adult things like their future together. Still, it seems to work just fine for them.

AO3

Mick Mundy was too busy contemplating more important matters. Such as how adorable his bedmate the Pyro looked with their hair mused just so and how cute they were when they went all pink and glowy like that. He watched as they lay there, lips parted to catch their breath (he’d done that by the way, he thought proudly) and thought that when this was all over this was the person he was going to marry one day. This was going to be the person he spent whatever was left of his life with. And for a moment he'd been a little frightened by just how sudden and clear that thought had been.

At least until they opened their eyes and caught him staring. Juni gave him a crooked little grin then and he thought with renewed confidence that, ‘Yup. This was definitely it. This was definitely the one.’

Now the only problem was how he was going to tell them that. He certainly had never had to consider anything like this before. Having never had a serious relationship before there had never been the need but now suddenly there was and he kind of wished that maybe he’d had a little more practice before getting to this point. He supposed he could just take the easy way out and continue to enjoy thing as they were for the time being but what about after when the war was over and they were all expected to go their own ways?

What then?

Could he just expect the Pyro to pack up their things and be ready to go without him even having to ask? They were weirdly intuitive with it came to most things but this was perhaps a bit more important than what he happened to like on his hamburger.

Shit. He was bloody wasting the after effects of a really good shag laying here stewing like this but he couldn’t help it.

Fine.

He quickly decided that he’d ponder on that later before moving on to much more delicate matters.

Like how the conversation with his mum and dad would go when he told them that he was planning on bringing someone home with him the next time they got some time off. He wondered how his mum would react when he told her that he finally had someone of his own and that he wanted them to meet. He was certain that she’d be happy for him. She’d been hinting at wanting him to settle down for quite some time now but he couldn’t help but wonder what she would think of his choice of partner. What would his dad think of Juni’s profession?

He wasn’t foolish enough to have any illusions when it came to that of course. Neither of his parents thought much of his own chosen profession after all and Juni’s wasn’t much different.

Not that it mattered.

Either way, he’d be proud to show Juni off. There weren’t anyone like Juni in Alice Springs that was for bloody sure. In fact, Mick was pretty sure there weren’t anyone like Juni in the whole of Australia.

Lucky for him, he’d taken the job with RED or else he would never have found his little Juni-bug in the first place.

Even so he still hadn’t come up with any answers and eventually his racing thoughts lost steam. He finally he’d begun to doze off a bit after midnight, lulled to sleep by the sound of Juni evened breaths. They stayed in bed late into the next morning. As long as they could manage before their bloody annoying little wanker Scout started pounding on their door squawking for them to get their lazy, deviant asses up in return for them keeping him up the night before.

Although, thankfully for all of them, work had been called off for the day due to the terrible weather.

Despite the rude interruption of their sleep, he and Juni still took their time crawling out of bed and it wasn’t until after they were both full and lazy after having replaced all those calories they’d burned together the night before that last night’s thought crept up in Mick’s mind again.

At least one answer came once they were left with the trouble of finding something to do with themselves.

While Juni was quite the little artist, Mick had never been much of one himself besides some haphazard scribbles in his earlier childhood. His hands had always been a little too big and clumsy for more delicate work but that didn’t stop him from trying when Juni insisted. As was the case, when she’d rather effortlessly coerced him in to coloring with her without even having to utter a word.

So here they were sat at one of the dining hall tables, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Their hands occasionally bumping as the reached for this color and that.

Despite this, the Scout still didn’t seem to be pleased with the fact that they’d chosen a quieter, less sweaty way to pass the time if his annoyed grumbling that they ‘get a freaking room’ was anything to go back as he passed through.

See if the ungrateful little bugger got a nice little drawing to go on his locker tomorrow like everyone else. Mick had to admit that the middle finger Juni threw in the little gremlin’s direction was a might more satisfying than that thought however.

The usual suspects were the first to show up on their little masterpiece. Thanks to Juni’s rather detailed imagination Mick already knew all about the Balloonicorn, the mayor elect and chief financial officer of Pyroland. The citizens of Pyroland didn’t appear to understand the term ‘conflict of interest’ it seemed. Which figured since they’d elected a flying pink horse as the head of their city in the first place. This probably said a lot about the decision making skills of the majority of the population. He was also well familiar with Burny the Dragon, the town’s Sherriff and sworn protector of the Candy Hills. He was in fact busy coloring in the friendly beast's dark red scales when Juni began work on another familiar shape.

Juni’s tongue peaked out of the corner of their mouth as they was set to work on getting the tilted brim of his hat just right. Mick snorted and started to draw Juni there as well close enough for them to hold hands without much editing needed once they’d both gotten to that point.

“Wait.” The sudden sound of Juni’s voice was more what stopped him than the actual command. It was the first he'd heard it all day... Well outside of...

Suddenly, they were busy drawing something else—someone else in the space between their cartoon selves. Someone he hadn’t seen before. Someone much smaller than them both in fact.

“Who's the little one, love?”

“Uh… August… Augie,” she said hesitantly as she reached for a light blue crayon and used it to put two little dots of color on what was now a little round face. She didn't look up from her work but she was smiling shyly. “Augie, eh?” he grunted thoughtfully and passed her a dark brown crayon she’d be going for next that had rolled just out of her reach.

“Yeah. I… I kinda like that name.”

“Well, I reckon if you like it then its fine by me as well.”

When he was finished with his own work—a rather crude representation of Juni in her chem suit but without her gas mask (he could never get it just right anyway)—he moved on to a clear patch of land in the nearby hills just past a slightly lopsided rainbow bridge. This shape was a bit easier than anything he'd done previously. It wasn't anything extravagant but it was to be a cozy little house. Big enough and certainly nice enough for three.

“Got any more names you fancy then?”

“I may have a few,” she admitted as she ducked her head down and smiled bashfully already starting on another little body to match the first.

“Well, that’s good. We may need those ones too,” he smiled too and started work on an addition. You know, just in case the fantastical musings of a crazed gunman and an unstable pyromaniac somehow actually came true one day it’d be nice to have room for a little brood if need be.

Either way, it was just nice to see that they seemed to be on the same page after all.