I Would Like To Hug Both Of Them- Husbsbsbnbsds...

I would like to hug both of them- husbsbsbnbsds...

Late, but here's Day 3 // domestic! Just some husbands having BBQ uwu

IMPORTANT

Hey, so I’ll be updating my rules soon to clarify what I am and am not comfortable with writing. For most asks, it’s alright because I didn’t specify and therefore ya’ll had no way of knowing! Since I’m not obligated to respond to all of my asks, it just won’t be filled out.

However.

I’d like to be firm with boundaries.

Sending kink asks in my inbox, is under no circumstances allowed.

Thinly veiled, seeing-what-i-can-get-away-with, closeted, testing the waters, borderline, it does. not. matter.

Anon is on because I choose for it to be. I am writing for my own personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of others in the fandom.

I do not enjoy it when people don't adhere to my boundaries and instead try and push them further.

To be clear, this was one anon, but I would like it to be zero from here on out. Thank you all for sending such amazing asks, and I do hope one person doesn't sour the experience for the rest of ya'll.

Anon will be left on, but should more people try and pull the same thing, it will be turned off, potentially permanently.

It's very late right now, so I can't update the rules yet, but I will be either reformatting or just specifying pieces to better fit what I have learned I would like to write, and what I would not.

Those who have sent asks before the rule change, it's not your fault! I didn't necessarily know what I was and wasn't comfortable with, but know that if you sent an ask that does not adhere to the new rules, it likely won't be finished.

On the bright side, there's a fair few asks I've yet to get to that I'm very eager to write!

How would Spy react to not being able to find his knife, only to see some little kid messing with it?

LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE,

A KNIFE!

NO!

SMALL CHILD WIELDS SHARP OBJECT, LOCAL SPY CONFOUNDED!

His first feelings would likely be of confusion, anger, followed by seething rage when he noticed his knife was missing. After all, he was the Spy, no filthy pickpocket could simply take it. There was no way he had forgotten it either, as he triple checked his belongings and kept them on his person at all times. Being in public, there was no way for Spy to necessarily do much about it. He couldn’t just shout “WHERE IS MY KNIFE?!” To the world, and so he forces a deep breath and begins to search, splitting off from the team and looking about without garnering attention, as if he were merely a tourist.

At first, he had expected to be looking for any suspicious individuals, not anyone barely up to his middle in height. Yet, after a minute or two of scanning the room, there had been no other options, and right there. A lone child, holding a knife.

They were practically begging to be yelled at, dragged by the ear and taken to their guardians for such a bold defiance of all things he held dear, yet… It seemed the child had no parents in their midst. They were enthralled by the blade, flicking it between their fingers and trying to get the butterfly knife to do a trick or two, the light metal clattering far less satisfyingly in their smaller hands. Yet, while not masterful, the little kid treated the weapon with respectful caution, lacking precision but aware that their plaything was dangerous and sharp.

Spy found himself staring, rather than doing anything about it. Nothing about their appearance resembled his son, it wasn’t as if he had reason to not snatch it away and be done with it, yet here he was. Perhaps he saw a bit of his younger self in their eyes, or in the way they had healthy caution for the unknown, yet played with it anyway. 

Eventually, he exhaled and wandered over to the child, unsure what angle with which to approach the situation. Putting out his cigarette and kneeling down to get to eye level, he left a hand outstretched for them to return the knife, frowning.

“This is mine, mon petit, may I have it back…?

The child seems afraid, immediately shocked that they were caught. They shake their head, mumbling a “noo…”

“And why is that?” He has to force himself to be patient. Interacting with children is not his forte, but perhaps it feels like a second chance.

 Reminding himself this is a stranger, but unwilling to walk away without at least getting his knife back, and giving the child reason not to do such a thing again.

They blink, looking down at the butterfly knife. “Cause it’s pretty and feels good to use… Whus your accent from? S’all sounds pretty...”

Spy, shocked by the answer, goes silent, before sighing.

“Well, it is unwise to play with dangerous objects, mon ami. And… It is French. Do you know French?”

“My momma was from France! I knew I recognized th’ talking…”

“And where is she now..?”

The child’s expression immediately falls, and Spy needs no verbal answer to know what may have happened.

“Have you any other guardians?”

They shake their head, pointing down the road towards the old orphanage, shrugging sadly.

“Don’ matter, s'alright…”

There was the anger again, but now tenfold. Not at this child, but at himself. Of course he had to converse with the child, feel protective, now look at him. He had a job to do, he should have just grabbed the knife and went on with his day. 

When they finished talking, and Spy had left, there was a hollow feeling in his chest. Guilt, was it? Insecurity? Knowing the effect of not being present, it felt as if perhaps he was being given a second chance, yet he wasn’t sure how willing he was to throw it away.

Returning to the base, there were quite a few phone calls made to Miss Pauling, then the Administrator herself. Paperwork, negotiations, how in gods name would he work this out- Convincing Miss Pauling to allow a child into the base-- so long as battles were separate and hidden from their view, had been a breeze, but it was the Administrator, a cold, cruel hag of a woman whom he knew would take issue with the idea. It was to the point that he had been conversing through the night, even just in his white button up and suit pants, but he continued to talk.

What would his teammates think? He dreaded to find out, he merely hoped none of them would question it or tease him, but he knew he would come under fire, if only because he was the Spy, an uncaring, cold, emotionless figure.

At the very least, he knew he had time to pass, since the time in which it would take to get the paperwork in order, a new room built, etcetera, would give him ample time to learn more about who it is he was about to bring to the base.

That next day, a child wakes up to a gift by an unknown donator, all they know is it was a man with a vest and tie, with salt and pepper hair, inside of which is the materials to make the popsicle stick butterfly knife, a soft rabbit plushie, and a note written in a very simple cipher for them to solve.

“Pack your things in two weeks, If you see a woman in purple, she is your friend.”

stop that! stop reading my mind! >:(

hi! basically, i made a color coded characters uquiz 

that’s all :)

hi hello good morning

Good morning all I did not sleep and also I ate mold on accident, by the way I had an idea for a sickfic with heavymedic in it and accidentally came up with a universe around it based on “I’m gonna like the way you fight” (vaguely, just the way the mercs r sorta sorted ykno? like its cool af how oc mercs are introduced)

anyways I still need a name for BLU Heavy. BLU Medic is named Kaspar! The REDs are referred to by their base class names or their first names, the BLU’s are on a first name basis for now to help distinguish between characters.

If anyone has name ideas for Heavy i’d love to hear em!

Not me seeing Merasmus headcanon content in my feed and flipping out because I was literally JUST looking for merasmus content and. Couldn’t find much so I was sad.

I need to step up and do some Merasmus headcanons too, yknow. Before that though, I see someone talking about the lack of gifs? I gotchu!!!

Coming soon: Custom made Merasmus animated gifs! Not screen grabs, the real deal!

Send ideas through any means possible, the more I have the more likely I am to finish them

Of course, all blog rules still apply! No nsfw, suggestive, exclusionist etc etc etc you get the point. I wouldn’t expect it since there’s not a lot you can do in sfm in that regard, but I’ll say it anyway.

Some requests are too complicated to animate or put in gif format! So here’s some things you can send.

Specifications: bust, halfbody, fullbody

Details/animation: turn, blink, expressions, magic, fx, custom textures, background maps or scene builds, interactions with characters, alongside characters, against characters, etc.

Maybe can look like they’re part of a larger animation? Well see. Otherwise will try to make it a crisp image (as crisp as tumblr will allow anyway)