#tf2 hcs

Well, I'm kind of back. Аnd, as I said, restored this file by redrawing it. Must say, I wanted to make it fully colored, but simply have not enough time, and just touched this by the color a little bit, and it's still kind of unfinished. But at least, you may watch it like this now. It seems that this is not the only page of this small episode again...

P. S. Excuse me, but Miss Pauling is in her late puberty :Р

Next part is here:

SCOUT

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Is it cool if we just stay friends...?"

That'd be his initial response, but he'd scramble to come up with a better one if you start crying.

It was hard to accept his decision, but you had to if you wanted to maintain a friendship (it'll be hella awkward for a while).

Time passed and you began to move on. However, you still kept him at arm's length, as you were afraid to fall again.

Spy happened to notice that your work had suffered since the rejection. And he was more than willing to try and find out why (the team had lost quite a few battles).

"Sweetheart, what's happened with you? Your performance has been lacking for a few weeks now."

"Oh...it's nothing. I tried asking Scout out, but he wasn't interested."

Spy scoffed. "That boy...I'm sure he doesn't mean it. He'll come to know that you're a wonderful person, and he's a fool for not recognizing that."

Spy pulls you in for a hug, not minding your tears staining his suit. Your cries softened, and laying your head against his chest made you feel calm again.

"Yo what the hell is going on here?!" Scout shouted, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

"Scout, do you not know how to knock?" Spy scolded, holding you protectively.

"Get away from them, you rat!" Scout reached out to grab your arm. He yanked you out of the smoking room, while you mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Spy.

"Dude, what's your fucking problem?!" You snapped as he dragged you down the hall.

"Why were you with him? I thought you wanted me!"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Didn't this guy reject you? Why is he changing his mind so suddenly?

"Scout, you said you wanted to stay friends, so why are you acting all bent out of shape now?" You questioned.

Scout paused. "I was wrong, short stuff. I thought I wasn't ready to accept your confession, until I saw you with Spy. The last thing I want is to lose you to that fucker!"

SOLDIER

"Listen, cupcake. We've got too much going on to have that kind of relationship. We can talk about this some other time, okay?"

Ouch.

His words will be blunt and to the point. And yes, it's not technically a rejection, but you'd have to treat it as such.

You two used to be so close, but ever since then the atmosphere has been so thick. And you didn't want to be in that kind of environment, so that meant going out of your way to avoid him whenever you could.

While out on a supply run, you happened to come across a stranger who resembled Solly quite a bit. After a bit of talking, you discovered he and Solly were so alike, but maybe this guy was actually worth pursuing.

But just when you two were about to exchange numbers, you felt a firm hand grip onto your shoulder.

"You'd best get out of here, maggot! They're MINE!!" He shouts at the stranger, making him speedwalk away in haste.

"Uh, Jane? What was that for?" You say with a baffled expression.

"Cupcake, forgive me for earlier...it...wasn't right of me to not accept your proposal. Give me a second chance? Please?

Women are subconsciously drawn to him—but only at the wrong times:  → Mid-battle? A civilian runs up asking for directions. → Trying to sneak? Someone loudly recognizes him.

Any attempt to flirt gets “divinely enhanced” into something way too intense:  → He tries a cheesy pickup line, and suddenly it sounds like a life-altering confession.  → The other person either falls way too hard or gets overwhelmed and leaves 

Scout’s “gift” also causes weird reality warps tied to attraction: 

People accidentally confess secrets around him

Romantic tension literally causes environmental effects → Lights flicker, wind picks up, dramatic slow-mo happens

If two people are already into each other near Scout, the universe forces them into cliché situations (tripping into each other, getting locked in rooms, etc.)

Scout hates it because everyone assumes he’s doing it on purpose. 😂😂😂

And then there’s the subject with Merasmus, where it’s the only time it’s ever useful. Like: 

The battlefield is already a mess.

Purple smoke curls through the air, the ground is scorched in weird geometric patterns, and something with too many legs is still twitching in the corner. In the middle of it all stands Scout—completely unharmed, bat slung over his shoulder, looking more annoyed than anything else.

Across from him, Merasmus is shaking.

“THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE,” he screeches, staff crackling with unstable magic. “No mortal can resist the arcane will of Merasmus the Magnificent!”

Scout cups his hands around his mouth. “Yeah well, you might wanna get a refund, wizard!”

From behind a rock, Engineer peeks out, eyes wide.

“Uh—hey, hoss? Maybe don’t antagonize the reality-bendin’ sorcerer—”

Too late.

“CURSE OF ETERNAL AGONY!” Merasmus bellows, hurling a bolt of swirling violet energy straight at Scout.

The second it hits him—fwip—it ricochets.

“—OH COME ON—!”

The curse slams directly into Heavy.

Heavy freezes.

“…I feel… uncomfortable.”

His entire body locks up as ghostly chains wrap around him, yanking him dramatically to the ground.

Scout blinks. Looks down at himself. Pats his chest.

“…Huh.”

From the ground, Heavy groans, “Why is it always me…”

“STOP DEFLECTING IT!” Demoman shouts, already halfway up a piece of cover.

“I AIN’T DOIN’ NOTHIN’!” Scout snaps back. “It just does that!”

Merasmus snarls, more furious now. “Then let us see how you fare against THIS!”

He slams his staff into the ground. “TRANSMOGRIFICATION HEX!”

A wave of green magic bursts outward, engulfing Scout—and immediately rebounds.

“NONONONO—”

POOF.

There’s a loud, echoing baa.

Everyone slowly turns.

Demoman is now a sheep.

A very angry, very Scottish sheep.

“…ye’ve got tae be kiddin’ me.”

At this point, the team is in full panic.

“JUST LET IT HIT YOU!” Engineer yells.

“WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!” Scout fires back, ducking as another spell zips past him.

“Because it keeps hittin’ US!”

“THAT AIN’T MY FAULT!”

Another blast—this one sparkling gold—shoots toward Scout.

He flinches.

It bounces.

“NO—”

It hits Soldier square in the chest.

Soldier goes rigid.

Then, suddenly, he salutes.

“GOD HAS CHOSEN ME!”

A choir noise echoes out of nowhere as beams of holy light shine down on him.

Scout stares.

“…Okay that one’s kinda cool.”

“DO NOT ENCOURAGE IT!” Engineer shouts.

Merasmus is beyond reason now.

His staff is crackling, robes smoking, voice echoing like three people arguing at once.

“IF I CANNOT CURSE YOU—THEN I SHALL CURSE REALITY ITSELF!”

“PLEASE DON’T!” several mercs yell at once.

Scout points at him. “Yeah, what they said!”

Merasmus fires anyway.

A spiraling blue sigil launches toward Scout— fwip.

Engineer doesn’t even get time to duck.

The magic slams into him and—suddenly there are three Engineers.

All identical.

All blinking.

All regretting everything. 

“…huh,” says one.

“…well I’ll be,” says another.

“…this complicates payroll,” says the third.

They all look at each other.

Then, in perfect sync: “Which one of us is the real one?”

Scout leans over to Sniper.

“Okay that one’s actually kinda useful.”

“Don’t jinx it, mate.”

One of the Engineers’ hard hats slowly turns into a chicken.

“…never mind.”

Merasmus roars, casting a writhing crimson curse.

It rebounds instantly.

Medic doesn’t even flinch when it hits him.

Instead—he’s thrilled. He should not be.

Then his grin stretches way too wide.

“Ah.”

There’s a faint, eerie heartbeat sound.

His Medigun powers on by itself.

“…I can see everything.”

The others slowly back away.

“Medic?” Engineer (one of them) tries.

Medic tilts his head unnaturally.

“My organs… are singing.”

Scout grimaces.

“Okay, nope, that one’s worse than the sheep.”

Medic suddenly laughs.

“Do not worry! I vill write this down later!”

Merasmus, now visibly unraveling, hurls a thin, precise bolt.

“LET US SEE YOU HIDE FROM THIS!”

It hits Spy.

There’s a flash.

Spy vanishes.

Scout squints. “…uh.”

Then Spy reappears—but now, every time he tries to cloak, he loudly announces it.

“I am going invisible.”

BZZT. He disappears.

“…I am still here.”

BZZT. Reappears.

“…this is humiliating.” 

Scout loses it.

“BRO YOUR WHOLE THING IS RUINED—”

“DO NOT LOOK AT ME.”

This is his worst nightmare. 

“ENOUGH!” Merasmus howls, launching a jagged green curse.

It rebounds.

Sniper takes the hit straight on.

There’s a shimmer.

He blinks. “…what.”

He raises his rifle. A perfect shot lined up.

He fires—but the bullet curves.

A full, ridiculous arc, and hits a rock five feet to the left.

Sniper stares.

“…you’ve got to be kidding.”

He tries again.

Another perfect aim.

Another shot.

The bullet loops midair like it’s sightseeing.

Scout is crying laughing now.

“Your aim got enchanted, dude!”

Sniper lowers the rifle slowly.

“…I am going to kill that wizard.”

Merasmus, now basically feral, slams both hands down.

“BE CRUSHED!”

A massive spell rockets toward Scout— fwip.

Everyone looks up.

There’s a rumble.

A shadow grows.

Pyro tilts their head.

“…mmph?”

A gigantic rock materializes above them.

Scout points. “WAIT—”

CRASH.

Silence.

A small puff of smoke escapes from under the boulder.

Scout winces. Completely untouched.

Again.

“I TOLD YOU I’M NOT DOIN’ THIS!” He gestures helplessly at the disaster around him.

From under a pile of magical consequences, the team collectively groans: “STOP EXISTING LIKE THAT—”

At this point, Merasmus is on the verge of a breakdown.

“You—YOU ARE A COSMIC ERROR!”

Scout throws his hands up.

“THEN FIX IT WITHOUT BLOWIN’ UP MY FRIENDS!”

Merasmus loses it.

His hat is crooked. His staff is sparking wildly.

“WHY. WON’T. YOU. BE. CURSED?!”

Scout throws his hands up again.  “I DON’T KNOW! Why don’t you try NOT aiming at me?!”

“I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY A MAN-CHILD IN SHORTS!”

“THESE ARE ATHLETIC WEAR!”

Merasmus, trembling with rage, begins charging a massive, unstable spell. The air distorts. Reality bends.

Even Scout hesitates this time.

“Uh… okay, that one looks bad.”

From behind him, the team collectively yells:

“DON’T LET IT HIT YOU—!”

“LET IT HIT YOU—!”

“JUST DO SOMETHIN’ DIFFERENT—!”

Scout looks between them, stressed.

“MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!”

The spell fires.

A blinding beam of chaotic magic tears toward him— Scout instinctively braces.

It hits.

And for once…

…it doesn’t bounce.

Everything goes quiet.

Scout slowly opens one eye.

“…Oh.”

Behind him, the team exhales in relief.

Then—Merasmus staggers.

His eyes widen.

“…what have you done.”

Scout frowns. “I didn’t do nothin’—”

The magic surges back, not like a reflection—but like it’s been rewritten.

It slams into Merasmus with ten times the force.

There’s a massive explosion of light.

When it clears— Merasmus is gone.

Just… gone.

Scout looks down at his hands.

“…Okay, what.”

From behind him, Engineer mutters: “…I think you just grounded the spell.”

Demoman (still a sheep) sighs.

“…we are never lettin’ him near magic again.”

Scout turns, already grinning.

“Hey—so that means I’m like, important, right?”

based on my HC that Sniper grew up herding sheep..

First Date Headcanons With the TF2 Mercs - Valentine's Day Special 4/4 ❤︎⁠

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Welcome to the end of the Valentines Day special! Writing this as I feel an evil presence brewing (I’m sick lol) so forgive the ending post being just a LITTLE shorter 😔Thank you for your ask and thank you for being patient with me. It’s always appreciated. I love you guys, and I hope you enjoyed all the February posts. I WILL try and keep this energy going into March :3 Okay, bye for real now, let's get on to the headcanons. (Also uh, yeah I took a bit of inspo from my confessions post, sorry!)

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Word count: 1437

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Here's the continuation I drew at 5am with a migraine

And some extra stuff...

Like, yeah, I fully admit that it raises a few of it's own unanswered questions (For how long did that cloning technology exist? Did Team Fortress Classic went through the same procedure? What happened to the extra 4.5 mercenaries of each team once Mann vs. Machine and the Comics era happen? Did the Administrator just had them disposed while Gray Mann was on the move for the sake of protecting yet another one of her secrets?) but I also feel like it ties very well thematically with the point of the Administrator's scheme in "The Days Have Worn Away". The most vital part of her revenge is making sure RED and BLU are forever evenly-matched, and that's important enough that she will invest in secret cloning technology and however much shenanigans it takes to ensure neither the mercs nor any of their loved ones realize there's two of each of them running around for the sake of the teams being truly identical.

Also, yeah, it does mean that, like, either the Mercenaries had some sort of Dramatic Clone Reveal that happened totally off-screen at some point during the MvM or Comic-Era and we the readers just totally missed it (Even if all of the Comic-Era Mercs are the originals, realizing that you've spent years of your life fighting your own clone and that they've been also living 50% of your time off with your family is pretty fucked-up) .... or that the Mercs just went on living their lives and never put the pieces together there was some Secret Clone Scheme in the first place...

...But honestly, I think both the idea of Team Fortress never figuring out about the clones, and the idea of Team Fortress figuring it out but getting over it so comically quickly it never comes up again in their misadventures feel so very hilariously in-character for me that I count it as a point in favor of the theory in a way.

Y'know, the idea of the Administrator secretly running both teams was also originally framed as a Mind-Blowing Secret That She Must Keep Secret from the Mercs

And by the end of the comics, the Team either straight up never came to the realization that their old 'enemies' were working for the same employer.... or the realized it at some point during the MvM/Comic Era but it mattered so little to them it never came up on-screen.

And also, I think it's kinda hilarious to think about the concept of like, Merasmus being roommates with the RED Solider

Until he probably got of tired of his shit off-screen and moved to a new apartment............. only to end up with the BLU Solider

And then he moved again.............................. only to find himself with the RED Solider again