Hi, I write things.

Dead blog, I don't write for tf2 anymore. Steam: Cheese_Slap

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Thank you for answering my question! Another question: when you mention in your bio you do NSFW on special occasions, do you mean actual special occasions like birthdays, Christmas, etc as treats and gifts for readers or just when you feel like writing them?

Dude, no problem :D I'm always up for asks.It's more of when I feel like writing them. They usually take more energy than usual so I write them when I'm able to lol

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Quick question and I'm sorry if it's been asked before, but do you have any triggers? I don't think any of us would want to trigger you sending in things! (•ᴗ•)❤

Omg, that’s so nice of you to ask! Thank you!

I don’t really have any triggers, per say, but I don’t feel very comfortable writing suicide/self-harm things, sexual abuse, and you know of course r*pe, pedophilia, nazi things etc. If it is requested I will tread lightly on the topic and not go into detail like I usually do, excluding the pedophilia and Nazism. But if anyone has any triggers of their own, don’t hesitate to message me or ask through anon so I can tag them and/ or avoid the topic as much as possible. :]

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Hello! Nice to see you here! May I please ask how the mercs would feel if their s/o was a changeling (In other words they could shape-shift into one mythical creature)? Sorry to bother you, you seem amazing!

You’re not bothering me! I love writing for you guys, the prompts are always so creative. :D

Scout- A very curious boi. He will constantly ask questions all the time, whether it’s about how you change into your creature form or your abilities and what you can do in said form. It can also get obnoxious since he’s a big talker. But that’s just because he totally adores you and how cool you are to him.  

“So, you can, like, probably rip a guy’s head off if ya wanted to?”

“Only if I wanted to.”

“Ok. Cool, cool.”

“…”

“…”

“So, can yo-”

“Scout, it’s been like half an hour and you just keep asking me about different ways I can kill people.”

Soldier- Soldier has had his deal of magic and mythical creatures in the past, with Merasmus being a past roommate of his. He doesn’t quite understand how it works, expect concluding that magic is involved. He insists that you two train and workout together, he just wants to see all the cool things you can do. And when getting the chance, he may play along, pretending to be a wild raccoon, bear or maybe mimic the creature you are and spar with you.  

Pyro- Continuous cuddling and rambling from Pyro, you’re just so lovable! When in your creature form, they’ll hug you non-stop, refusing to let you go no matter the conditions. In the middle of a round? Welp, the team will just have to do without a Pyro until you’re able to pry them off.  

Demo- Demo is a man of rich history, growing up on fables and stories of myths. So, when you announced to him you were a changeling, he was a little alarmed at first. But, after some explaining, he realized you weren’t here to drag him into the fae world, but rather here to receive pets now and then.  

Heavy- Heavy wasn’t a fan of magic ever since Demo’s eyeball came alive and tried to attack the base, but this seemed to be an exception. Sometimes he’ll forget you can easily protect yourself and tries to stand in the way of danger for you. Sometimes you let him do this, knowing he might feel a little powerless if he won’t do anything to try to help.  

Engie- Being the gentleman he is, he’ll totally make sure you’re comfortable and happy both in human form and creature form. Need a really big dog bed? No problem. Fireproof walls? Done. The favorite pastime of his is sitting by the fire on a cold evening, playing his guitar and glancing over at your sleeping form now and then, knowing he could do everything to make sure that you’re happy and comfortable

Medic- Like Scout, he would totally ask so many questions, but for all the wrong reasons. Unlike Scout and his curiosity, Medic sees this as a scientific opportunity. He might even take some harmless samples, such as nails, hair, horns, scales, feathers, whichever you may have, to study your DNA (and possibly find a way to make himself into a changeling. He wouldn’t dare confess this, though). While he’s working late, you get an occasional pat on the head.

Sniper- Sniper’s originated from Australia, so he’s somewhat used to seeing things out of the ordinary. When you confessed to him, he seemed off but nothing too out of the ordinary. But he eventually came back around when he realized you were harmless, to him at least. You two get plenty of time to yourselves up in the nest, so he could learn more about you. Turns out, he knows a lot about changelings and has actually met one before, but it didn’t go too well, which is why he seemed a little backward at first.

Spy- Spy would be the last person you’d think would be…accepting of this discovery. But, alas, he kept his composure and then proceeded to ask about the different ways you could kill people. You two ended up being even closer after that if it was even possible. An unstoppable duo. You two seemed to always be with each other, in and out of base. Most of your relaxing time was spent in his smoking room, talking about anything and everything about your changeling.

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Oh, hey! Not dead, yet.

Hello, mercenaries. I’m actually not dead, surprised yet? 

In honesty, I lost some motivation for tf2 in general (I even didn’t play the game for a few months until the Halloween update). But now, hopefully, I’ve found my way back. And, yes, I have seen your asks and should be answering them shortly. 

Sorry for the wait, love you guys <3

{Also, I would add a picture but I’ve been waiting 5 minutes for it to confirm or whatever Tumblr does now.}

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Scout's ma was actually a spy for Mann co. before "the incident".

She'll never repeat what happened in the incident, except it changed her life forever.

Her seven sons were immediately on the case as soon as they heard the sliver of information.

Questions were asked, people were threatened, and backgrounds were checked.

It wasn't until Jeremy searched through the oldest brothers room and found some dog tags.

The others were bewildered, including Ma.

The tags read the name of the oldest, blood type, and the company of manufacturer.

Mann co.

Ma hasn't heard the name in years and was immediately overwhelmed with kept memories, letting them spill over.

She told them about how the oldest followed in her footsteps after telling him of her time at Mann co when he was still young.

She told him about an Australian by the name of Saxton Hale who she met via mid bear fight.

On a road trip to New Mexico, Ma stumbled upon the small town of Tuefort where a small crowd had caught her attention.

For some reason, there was a bear and an overly buff man in the hanging podium, below them a banner attached to the deck read "Saxton Hale bear killer v. Beary Benson, yeti assault."

She watched in awe as the man fought for his life with a noose around his neck, ripping the towering beam above him out of the podium by the rope.

This was new.

Very new.

The man, supposedly Hale, tossed the bear on the ground repeatedly punching teeth and other various sources of calcium out of the poor creature's body.

As soon as she knew it, the crowd had dispersed and a few armed vehicles made their way to the scene.

9 men each stood their own ground, showing great pride and charisma.

Nah,

They all looked like well-dressed idiots, trying their best to separate Mr. Hale and the grizzly.

Out of instinct, she ran over to grab a flamethrower with adrenaline pumping throughout her veins.

Her breath caught up with her as she raised it up, pulled out a packet of cigs, and took a deep inhale of her will to live followed by a puff of smoke.

Everything went silent, and all eyes were on her.

She would be the second spy class of the RED team.

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Jeremy absolutely loved the idea of bear fighting, flamethrowers, running until you couldn't breathe and the scorching heat of New Mexico for 17 hours straight.

As soon as he could, he found connections and recruited for Mann Co.

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Scout: Hey, doc, what's that thing you like again?

Medic: It's caaaAAAALLLLED...

online banking.

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I also do NPC stuff!

NPCs don't get enough love

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Do you really like my TF2 blog??? AAAAA!! I really love yours too!! 😺😺😺

Omg yes! I’ve been following you ever since I made a tumblr for tf2! You really gave me that push into the fandom with your textposts. And thank you! I try my best 😅

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You’re doing amazing!!!

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Aaaa thank you!!

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Dem bones creature feature

The mansion was dark without all the extra spotlights for advanced sight during battle. It almost had a calm aura, Demo thought to himself with a bottle in his hand, walking beside Medic who seemed genuinely interested in the surrounding environment.

Demo was about to point out an oddly shaped statue when the sound of Medics yelp of curiosity echoed off the old wooden walls of the room. 

“What’d you find n-” Demo turned around before shouting in reflex, watching as Medic held a pulsating heart in his hands. 

“Oh! And look! A brain above, quite an unusual find, ja?” Medics eyes widen with crazed excitement, nodding in agreement to his friend. 

“Aye…” Demo wasn’t too sure how to respond to the doctor without hurting the man’s feelings. He turned once more to examine the statue, letting his heart leap out of his chest shortly after. Backing up, Demo dropped the booze and let it roll to the ground.

“I bid you welcome, my guests. I have something to get off my chest, I am a fan of some degree of curiosities as you may have noticed!” The ghost sounded like it has a thousand voices all overlapping at once. 

The sheet cloaking it was a rich blue color, making some tears at the bottom of the sheet more visible against the contract of the dark wallpaper than others. 

“But, if you like my knickknacks, I’d appreciate it if you kept them in containment. Contamination is nothing to play with, my friend.”

Medic glanced quietly between Demo and the ghost before quickly placing the heart back in the glass container, muttering a quick but sincere apology.

“I’d hope you would like to…add to my collection?” The ghost swooped forward, presenting large eyes.

“Eh, no thanks, mate. I especially like me organs in me body.” Demo grinned nervously, steadily walking backward toward Medic as the ghost egged him on.

One by one the books flew off the shelves, nearly pelting the two with 600+ page hardbacks. 

“Just think about it! You would never age, always being on display! A celebrity at best!” The voice chimed throughout the halls.

As a Medic, Medic believes he should ensure the safety of his fellow teammate and geT THE HELL OUT OF THERE

With a swift motion, Medic grabs Demo by the arm, yanking him out of harm’s way. Just in time too, a book zooms through the path Demo was just on, shattering the glass case the heart is in. The piece fly out, cutting into the heart and letting it slide off the shelf and into the ground, ceasing a beat.

“I’ll find you!” The ghost cried out tto the fleeing mercenaries rounding the corner to the main hall of the mansion. “You’ll be on display, just you wait!”

The doors burst open and Medic and Demo were free. 

They vowed to never speak of this again.

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Do you really like my TF2 blog??? AAAAA!! I really love yours too!! 😺😺😺

Omg yes! I’ve been following you ever since I made a tumblr for tf2! You really gave me that push into the fandom with your textposts. And thank you! I try my best 😅

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"Did I Say That Out Loud?" by Barenaked Ladies for Texas Toast please? xoxo

 “Damn spies.” 

The opposing spy was beginning to be a pain in the back, especially to someone who usually has his exposed to the elements of battle. Engie had frequent visits to the respawn today, along with declining his metal stash. Multiple buildings had perished shortly after he did.

He needed backup, badly.

“Firebug!” He shouted, adjusting the metal toolbox under his arm. Shortly after, a muffled cheer found it’s way towards him. “Where the heck have you been, son. There’s spies creepin’ all about.” He looked up at the masked arsonist.

A muffled, quiet, incomprehensible reply answered the Texan with a finger jabbing towards the gigantic pile of burning (opposing team) supply crates on a capture point.

“Alrighty then, fair enough.” Engie chuckled to himself, walking out into the open field. 

Pyro has always been loyal to Engie, maybe a bit too loyal. 

Whenever he called, Pyro was immediately by his side, not caring what he left unfinished or half-burnt. He didn’t care if it was to just open a pickle jar, anything that’s important to Engie is important to him.

With that said, Pyro usually has Engie’s back when an infamous lurker sneaks around.

As Pyro followed the sound of the heavy steel-toed boots of Engie. To his dismay, his thoughts decided to trail somewhere else. All he could think of was the way he would be next to Engie in a blink of an eye whenever requested. In some way he enjoyed it.

Anywhere you are, that’s where I wanna be, Pyro thought to himself, watching the toolbox fall to the ground and grinding gears to set up the sentry properly. 

Engie straightened up, raising an eyebrow to the oblivious merc.

“Well, why do you think I call you around so often?” He chuckles, taking a step forward, stuffing a hand into his front pocket.

“Dim I sey tat aloub?” Even through the mask, Engie could hear the nervousness in his voice, making a smile spread across his face. “When you get close, my heart goes, Boom-boom-pow. Like those fireworks in the sky.” His voice lowered to a whisper realizing he may be falling into a new habit.

Engie looked away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly while the tips of his ears turned a shade of red.

Pyro yelped, quickly placing his hands on the mask to hide his blushing and embarrassed face underneath.

Engie chuckled once more, hooking his arm through the arm of the Firebug’s. In a quick motion, he reached up and pecked him on the cheek.  

“I don’t think it’s such a mystery on how we fell together, huh?”

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I’m crying this is so cute 😭😭 I love this! Thank you, you’re so sweet for writing this!! XOXO

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Omg thank you so much!! ! And you're so welcome my friend! xoxo

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"Did I Say That Out Loud?" by Barenaked Ladies for Texas Toast please? xoxo

 “Damn spies.” 

The opposing spy was beginning to be a pain in the back, especially to someone who usually has his exposed to the elements of battle. Engie had frequent visits to the respawn today, along with declining his metal stash. Multiple buildings had perished shortly after he did.

He needed backup, badly.

“Firebug!” He shouted, adjusting the metal toolbox under his arm. Shortly after, a muffled cheer found it’s way towards him. “Where the heck have you been, son. There’s spies creepin’ all about.” He looked up at the masked arsonist.

A muffled, quiet, incomprehensible reply answered the Texan with a finger jabbing towards the gigantic pile of burning (opposing team) supply crates on a capture point.

“Alrighty then, fair enough.” Engie chuckled to himself, walking out into the open field. 

Pyro has always been loyal to Engie, maybe a bit too loyal. 

Whenever he called, Pyro was immediately by his side, not caring what he left unfinished or half-burnt. He didn’t care if it was to just open a pickle jar, anything that’s important to Engie is important to him.

With that said, Pyro usually has Engie’s back when an infamous lurker sneaks around.

As Pyro followed the sound of the heavy steel-toed boots of Engie. To his dismay, his thoughts decided to trail somewhere else. All he could think of was the way he would be next to Engie in a blink of an eye whenever requested. In some way he enjoyed it.

Anywhere you are, that’s where I wanna be, Pyro thought to himself, watching the toolbox fall to the ground and grinding gears to set up the sentry properly. 

Engie straightened up, raising an eyebrow to the oblivious merc.

“Well, why do you think I call you around so often?” He chuckles, taking a step forward, stuffing a hand into his front pocket.

“Dim I sey tat aloub?” Even through the mask, Engie could hear the nervousness in his voice, making a smile spread across his face. “When you get close, my heart goes, Boom-boom-pow. Like those fireworks in the sky.” His voice lowered to a whisper realizing he may be falling into a new habit.

Engie looked away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly while the tips of his ears turned a shade of red.

Pyro yelped, quickly placing his hands on the mask to hide his blushing and embarrassed face underneath.

Engie chuckled once more, hooking his arm through the arm of the Firebug’s. In a quick motion, he reached up and pecked him on the cheek.  

“I don’t think it’s such a mystery on how we fell together, huh?”

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Born to run American Authors

This is kind of set up like a montage…sort of? That’s just what the song gave vibes off for me. Thanks for the ask!)

“We’re doing what, Ms. Pauling?” 

“Oh, c’mon it’s going to be like a road trip! But, eh, y’know with…death? Just a few targets, nothing much.” She braved a smile towards the two mercs. 

Ironically, being father and son, they couldn’t stand to be near each other for longer than 10 minutes without wanting to either punch each other in the face or knock them out and ship them off to Timbuktu. 

And now they’re being forced to go on a road trip…together.

The idea seemed impossible to spy, there was no way both of them would come out alive by the end of the month. 

“Good luck!” 

___

10 minutes into road trip and chill, the car started to pass amazing monuments of hills and plains of yellow. Spy didn’t particularly agree to Scout driving, being young and new to the scene of it. 

That was until Scout slammed on the gas, creating a cloud of dust and grain behind them. Spy liked to drive fast, it reminded him of how fast he could travel away from all of his previous worries and mistakes.

He felt free.

___

“Y’know, Spy. I kind of want to visit Paris one day. It seems like a pretty nice place.” Scout slowed down to make a turn on the bubbling gravel against the tires and under the car.  “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“I didn’t live in Paris, I lived in the south-east shoreline.” He glanced over at the boy, almost regretting his response. Spy felt almost encaptured by his past lives, he hated bringing them up with people he didn’t know too well.

“Sounds nice.” Scouts glanced back, giving Spy a cheeky grin.

___

A few kills and a plane tickets later they were on their way to Paris as a result of a fight or flight decision. haha I made a pun

As soon as they landed, Spy felt like a teenager again, seeing all of the familiar signs and smelling the fresh but nostalgic air.

Scout was more than surprised when Spy ordered that they both head to the beach.

At the beach, they took the liberty of acting carefree again, losing all signs of professionalism. 

Like father like son, both drank together by the water, and both embraced that feeling of carelessness that they once cherished.

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Bad company Five fingered death punch

Engie was always known to be the “good guy” or “level-headed” one or even the “Team Mother”. But that was just towards his own team. 

The opposing team thought he was a living Hell to make their days an eternal torture. Sentry here, a sentry there. Oh, you thought that point was unguarded? Guess again, son.

Back in Texas, he was practically born with a 12 gauge shotgun in his hand, giving him the higher advantage on the field.

He was a passionate man, indeed. And the rest of the team gave him respect for that, knowing he wasn’t afraid to sacrifice himself just to put a teleporter around the corner.

Engie also knows the boundaries of the whole war, coming to the realization that it’s not going to be fair, but it can be as fair as the other team wants it to be. If they come over with a spy, he’ll put up another one of his little answers to a practical problem.  

Either way, someone’s gonna’ end up dying. 

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Do you do headcanons for mercs with an s/o? If so, headcanons for Sniper with a chubby s/o?

Cuddles 100%

The fluffiness is somewhat of a change to his tall and lanky body

He would definitely use his s/o as a pillow after a hard day of work

Since he’s a somewhat professional man he wouldn’t care if his s/o had a bit of chub on them

Will low-key wear their clothes bc it’s so comfortable

He wears somewhat loose clothing anyways

But he likes his s/o’s because…well it’s theirs

Will target anyone who even makes the slightest comment about their weight

He won’t confront them head on though because he’s a little awkward

But the target will know it’s him who’s making their life harder 

He holds grudges a lot

He won’t forget what you’ve done to his lil’ shelia ya prick

Will wrap himself around his s/o from behind and just stay like that until one has to move

Big spoon

Will also love them no matter what and will always encourage them if they’re feeling down on their self

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I’m going to get all asks tomorrow, guys because I gotta get to bed and stuff.w

Good night and enjoy yourself! :]

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(Good music choice! :] ( I’m going to use male pronouns for Pyro if this offends anyone, please don’t hesitate to speak up. ) )

Well, let’s just say some things were not working out so well between the two love-doves. Medic was acting a bit off. A little too boring for Pyros taste. Being a pyromaniac, one would think setting someone on fire would be a compliment.

But one night Pyro had declared, “You could set yourself on fire and you would never burn.” to his lover.

Now, the crazed doctor wanted to prove him wrong.

If crazy equals genius, then he’s a f*cking rocket scientist. Slowly, he started to create more tweaks to his already mad inventions. That progressed to creating more inventions, each serving a different, maniacal purpose on the field. (One even featured Demo being launched to the New New Mexico. Well, at least now it’s New New Mexico. A whole another state was born in the crash landing. Medic, of course, denied any affiliations with this.)

A certain someone took this as a playful challenge.

If crazy equals genius, then he’s a f*cking arsonist. Pyro wasted no time in lighting up everything in sight, accidentally including Scout and the end of Medics lab coat.

This meant war.

Neither of them were anywhere near boring. In fact, many of their teammates were afraid of them to some degree. (Now Heavy had two teammates to be equally petrified of when provoked enough).

Faster and faster things got out of control. Burn marks were now highly common in the office, Heavy’s going as far as from his wrist to the middle of his bicep. But those who didn’t visit decided to suffer from the pain themselves, fearing the doctor and his new creations. Nothing short of a little competition, but, Dr. Ludwig decided it was time for a truce fearing this could damage the relationship between the two.

From now on, they would be partners in psychopathic crime.

The next day after the truce, the opposing team immediately surrendered after watching an ubered, fearless, pyromaniac top over the hill followed by a devilishly smirking doctor.

They knew they had to work together from then on, on and off the field. Slowly they became more enchanted towards each other, feeling that spark that they once had.

With Medics uber and Pyros op endless supply of flames, the two were unstoppable.

But at the end of the day, they were the perfect couple, the arsonist and the mad doctor.