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Redraw of an old quick doodle n som other stuff ^_^
I took time to draw these and I don't know why...
Snipers teeth 😳👍
I whould let sniper bite me ngl. FR fr.
y’all liked my mercs eyes post so have some teeth
Demo has been made.
Solly has been made.
Enjoy them.
Enjoy everything I make on character.ai
Crossover. I was inspired by the audio of this wonderful gal – @camthesolemnone
Hoovy aka BF n' MeeM aka GF. AAAND Demo aka Daddy Dearest
based on vine from that vid
the best thing about being an artist is when you want somewhat phone wallpapers you can just draw them
Explosive boyfriends 💣
2 types of friends 🤝
Demo goes on the internet for the day
(Reupload) Me and my bestie shenanigans but in demo and solly form
PS: Raccoons are alternative cats in this because i do not pick up any stray raccoons (we dont even have them here where i live 😂)
I didn't plan on making Edith for the song, but I liked the idea that there would be a video. I think it should be published as an edit separately.
link to the video :
video :
idk if youve done it yet but i would actually lose my mind if you did an analysis for demo
Aye aye captain 🫡 Time to overdramatize again!
Let's address Demo's wounds
(Demo's backstory was changed through the years but I'm sticking to the older version because I find it more grounded)
Demoman's story is easily one of the most tragic of all the mercs. Imagine you have been abandoned from birth, your parents simply rejected you for what you are. But luckily you have been adopted by some good people who replaced your parents and made you a relatively happy child.
And then you accidentally kill them. You're 6 years old. How does that feel?
I can't even imagine how a child's brain can't comprehend the idea of being a murderer. It was an accident, of course, they were blown up by a big explosion he created (genius kid found out how to do that, huh?) but still. His parents were dead and he knew it was his own fault. He learned he was dangerous as he is.
How was it like pondering about it in the orphanage?.. "I didn't want this! I want to go back and fix it, I'm so sorry", something like that. But he couldn't go back in time, so being covered in such an avalanche of guilt, he learned he needs to repress himself.
Demo have always had an explosive temper (no pun intended), it was his true nature, pure emotion: if he's happy, it's 100%; if he's angry, it's a full blown storm. If he loves, he loves with all of his heart, and he has a big one.
Living on the impulse, all or nothing, that crucial accident revealed that letting his true nature go will only end up as destruction in the end. Irreparable damage.
We don't know what exactly was happening to him during his orphanage years, but if I'm to guess, repressing everything about him: his interests, his character, his whole nature, was a thing to choose. He thought that he had to become still and quiet as to not to repeat that kind of tragedy ever again. He probably didn't have people to be friends with either, either because people rejected him for his past, or he avoided them himself due to his internalized shame, at least that's a guess.
But everything repressed returns to the surface sooner or later. As a child, living for so long under overwhelming guilt, grief, hate, pain and sadness, under the skies that are almost never sunny in a all-year-long damp and coldness of the Ullapool. Incomprehensibly grey. It was depriving.
He was always fascinated with explosions. He didn't touch it for a long time, but maybe something like seeing fireworks again one day made something inside him tremble... And to remember.
Explosions. Launch... Acceleration... Release. And every time the release happens, his soul fills with excitement, the body feels lighter and shivers go up the spine. Release happens inside his head too, for the explosions make his worries and pain go away for a moment.
He couldn't find another way to release his bottled up emotions, so gradually he returned to make explosives again.
It was something like an addiction. Similar to pyromania, except no one bothered to research this one. At the moment of explosion he could let his anger out, he could scream, he could run around freely, he could sense heat in his chest; he could be himself. As he once was.
Everything was cold. But the explosions were hot.
He thought it was under control, just a little bit of KABOOM after school, but he craved more and more every time, more vivid, more violent...
That's how he lost his eye. (...Was it a subconscious act of selfharm?)
The missing eye was a forever reminder of how deviated he actually was. He learned that he couldn't repress or change what he truly is - a monster. A Black Scottish Cyclops, wether it were his peers who called him like that or he himself, out of misery. There was indeed something seriously wrong with him.
It seemed like the only thing he was capable of is destruction. Destruction is the only environment he's comfortable with. Peace was always so anxious and depriving, and breaking things felt calming, so he figured it must be right.
And then his birth mother came and took him back, "now that's he's a worthy DeGroot". It was unexpected but... Pleasant. So he wasn't THAT worthless after all, huh? Turns out, it was really familial, the destruction thing. At least he found out that there was a reason behind all of this.
His new mom was, saying honestly, pretty cruel with words. She was not at all gentle, she was very strict, demanding and straight up abusive. It was never enough for her no matter what Demo did. She didn't want results from his work, she's just always wanted to mess with his brain.
And for whatever reason... This setup felt right for him. To be thrown around like that, to be humiliated harshly, it felt fitting, it wasn't causing anxiety or anything. He has to be a scapegoat, he had to forget about being a child and to start working as an adult, at the same time somehow replacing a father he still didn't have, but it felt good enough. Confusing relationships felt good enough.
Destruction was his habitat, and his heart could no longer accept anything else.
Cruelty wasn't warm though, just familiar, just an environment to not to go insane. But he craved warmness so badly... Yet every time he would get close to someone and receive a little gentleness and care, it would feel sickening. It felt unnatural, it reminded him of his lost parents and of everything that's wrong about him.
The only warmness his body could accept was alcohol, making him bubbly and comfortable and relaxed. He almost felt normal, happy even. Alcohol heat made him melt, and he felt so fulfilled as if he was in paradise, back to the womb.
Yet after the effect wears off, he feels lonely as ever. Quickly, existing without alcohol becomes pain. Existing at all. He became an addict.
Not that everyone he met rejected him, rather, he subconsciously reached out to those who would be cruel to him. Again, gentleness hurts wether he knows it or not. He's only good in destruction.
Lonely and clingy, ready to overshare, overall mess yet carrying a big baggage of love that has no one to give it to. Maybe because he can't give it to himself in the first place. There's so many issues unresolved because he can't handle them alone, yet there's no one to help since he was already trapped in a closed circuit of self sabotage.
He will keep acting like a party beast, always crazily emotional and overdone upbeat, a simple drunken man who will not be taken seriously that way. Maybe that's what he wanted, to not be seen as deep by anyone for not be reminded of his misery once again.
Seems like we bought that too.
...
The enemy Soldier might be an exception though. The man he really treasures his friendship with turned out to be an enemy; repeating the rule again: it's only acceptable when dangerous. Soldier deeply cares for Demo, however he's not gentle or pitying, he's as destructive and explosive as Demo is, and these two are a very rare perfect combination of destructing each other in the act of love. Both broken beyond repair, soul on soul, forever to be misunderstood by the outsiders. This is something about this relationship that looks like a golden lining.
They will not fix each other, but they sure are going to have a good time!
Oooh we never get enough Yandere demo
you’re right and you should say it!
Warning:Alcohol
“Tell me what ye did, lass.” The rich baritone voice of the Scottish man that sat above you floated out into the quiet room, it had been silent for so long that you actually started a bit. You sat knelt on the floor in front of him, eyes looking off to the side and unable to look at him as you wrung your hands nervously.
When you didn’t answer, Demo bumped your cheek gently with his knee, forcing you too look at him. His mouth was pulled into a disappointed frown as he waited for you answer. Even though he already knew what it was.
“I-I um…” He just looked at you expectantly, “I…tried to get out.” You winced as he let out a sharp breath and you turned away again.
“That’s right,” From the corner of your eye you saw Tavish reach over to the small end table and pick up a familiar bottle of clear fluid. It wasn’t the strongest he owned, not by a long shot, but to you you might as well have just drank fire. You whimpered as he unscrewed the cap and he shot you a sympathetic expression.
“I know baby, I know. But you gotta learn and hopefully this will be the last time, eh?” His hand went to your chin, tilting your head up while his thumb played with your bottom lip. “Open up lass, no point in dragging it out.” You did as you were instructed and parted your lips, causing Demo to coo words on encouragement as he started to pour the burning liquid down your throat.
You squealed immediately, not able to stop yourself from trying to pull away only for him to grip your jaw tighter and clamp his legs around your squirming body.
“Easy love, just a wee bit more,” you shut your eyes, tearing up from the sting of alcohol and humiliation. You swallowed what you could of the painful substance, only for you to cough and splutter as the torrent of liquid managed to go down the wrong pipe.
He let go of you then and you fall back onto the carpeted floor, hacking up what you could. It felt so much worse when it was in your lungs. You sobbed as you tried to regain your breath and make the pain go away.
Tavish knelt on the floor beside you, pulling you up by your shoulders and bringing you to his chest. “You’re alright, you’re gonna be alright…just gotta learn your lesson is all…”
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