I’ve been really into Texas Toast stuff lately and it’s made me want to make headcanons and fanfics again so send in any requests you guys might have!!! :D
- note that I mostly write my stuff with fem pyro in mind, but i’ll also do male or gender neutral pyro too if asked!!
- i do not feel comfortable making any nsfw related thing, that includes stuff relating to specific fetishes/kinks
- whenever i do angst it always ends up fluffy/turns out ok in the end so just be aware of that if requesting anything angsty
- i incorporate a lot of my headcanons into my writing so be aware of that too
Headcanon that Engineer absolutely despises it when the other mercs talk about Pyro as if they’re a monster or insulting them for their mental illnesses but he has to bite his tongue because he wants to keep their marital status a secret
(Mainly out of fear of the administrator using Pyro against him)
Am I the only one that’s kind of “meh” about the “pyrovision is actually just the goggles!” Idea
Like to me personally it seems very underwhelming and kind of boring and takes away from the eerie factor of Pyro
Like the entire intrigue of Pyro is the fact that they THINK they’re spreading joy and whimsy but in reality they’re a pyromaniac burning and murdering people, the whole “pyrovision is only in the goggles” thing kind of just nerfs Pyro’s character(more than it already is ngl…) Also in the comics its shown that they can be aware to some degree, like they know what fire is and they DO show murderous intent without imagining it as magic or rainbows
Like i think this idea can be fun if someone wanted to do something different with Pyro but in general within the context of canon it’s rlly underwhelming to me
Also the whole “it actually isn’t in their head they’re fine” trope is a thing I kind of dislike I feel the same way with Fran Bow and Alice Otherlands (as much as I love fran bow and AMA/AMR)
I think it’s clear that Engineer is “old money” country, with his family probably being super rich from working with Mann co. But i don’t think they’re the snobby types just judging by the way both Dell and Fred act
Tho i do like playing with the idea that some family members would be disturbed about Dell choosing to marry someone who not only has no “status” but who also is a crazed pyromaniac who wears a creepy mask 90% of the time(i imagine Pyro would also wear a mask even at their wedding) not to mention she doesn’t have any form of documentation other than a burnt asylum record with vague information
(Warning, this story contains reference to bodily harm/mutilation, tho nothing graphic happens. I don’t condone or support bodily harm towards one’s self, I just think this gunslinger theory is interesting and fits in with Engineer’s character. I do NOT condone the glorification/romanticization of bodily harm)
This takes place before the events of TF2
(I use she/her pronouns for Pyro!)
It started off as a small idea, then a rough draft, then a prototype. He got this far, the only thing he needed to do now was commit to it. Three bottles of whisky were set off to the side, two empty, one half empty, he knew how much to consume in order to numb the pain, but still be conscious enough to saw his own arm off.
The belt was wrapped tightly around the flesh of his right forearm, feeling the numbness in his fingers as his left hand shakily picked up the bone saw. Shaking not from fear, but from inebriation, he wasn’t scared of what he was about to do; this would be a huge step in science and engineering. His father had replaced his legs with robotics himself, however at that point he had lost all feeling in them and had been wheelchair bound for a few years.
Dell held the saw over his forearm, squinting, making sure the cut would be just right, until the door to his workshop creaked open. He paused and turned to look over his shoulder, giving a wary smile to the figure poking her head in behind the door.
“Hey darlin’.” The greeting was so casual, as if he was currently tinkering with another sentry instead of being in the process of cutting his arm off for science.
She was wearing that gas mask again, paired with a white lace nightgown. To others she might’ve looked eerie and unsettling, but to Dell, she was perfect.
After stepping forward, standing beside him where he sat, her head tilted to the side, like a curious animal. Dell let out a soft huff of a chuckle, “Ah, don’t you worry none ‘bout what I’m doing.” He said, “Just something I’ve been working on.”
She stood there in silence, observing the scene in front of her. Her silence wasn’t uncommon, sometimes she’d be lively and talkative, and sometimes she’d be quiet and alert. Dell had stopped trying to tie logic into the way his wife was, even after their years of marriage, she was unpredictable, the most complex machine he had ever come across.
Then, she reached out, placing her hand atop of his, right where he was holding the bone saw. Her thumb lightly grazed his calloused skin, he wasn’t quite sure if this was a silent plea against whatever he was about to do, or a silent show of support. Whatever it was, Dell welcomed it.
“I’ll be ok, hon.” He said, his voice soft and gravelly, “You go and sit by the fire, I’ll just finish up here and I’ll join you. I hope…” The last part of his sentence wasn’t intended for her ears, a silent mutter to himself, pleading with whatever force was out there(that was greater than him) that this “procedure” wouldn’t go wrong.
There was a moment of silence again, before her hand slowly retreated, she gave him one last look behind the glass of the mask, before turning and walking out. The soft padding of her footsteps against the concrete floor grew softer as she left.
Dell’s set down the saw for a moment, taking a swig from the half empty bottle before roughly setting it down. His grip clenched around the handle of the saw. He got this far, it would be stupid to turn back now.
Despite being married for years before being recruited, Dell still has no idea what Pyro’s history is.
He’s the one who recommended her as a pyrotechnic, but he basically had to beg to have her hired with the only legal document tied to her: a half burnt asylum admission forum with only her name and diagnoses(he’s not quite sure if this paper is actually hers, but the first name matched)
