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makin’ my way downtown (the trilogy)

it’s friday, post the dancing demoman

I love the idea that friendly fire is enabled and mercs of the same team can hurt eachother so to spy check they're just really tactile with eachother.

Like big pats on the back when passing, hugs as greetings, gripping eachothers shoulders alot y'know?

Another Medic headcanon

Medic is a surprisingly good singer! He whistles and murmurs lyrics to himself a lot, so it’s no surprise he’s a fan of tunes, not just those of his birds.

When you’re someone who has to go to drastic measures to get the organs, bodies, and medical equipment you need, (including grave robbing, mind you), coming up with ways of convincing your peers becomes essential to the job.

Spy may be a master of disguise, but Medic is more of a deception and manipulation kind of guy. Of course, normally he would never be careful, caring little for the well-being of others, but at times he has to sacrifice that to act more like a ‘professional’ and a ‘doctor’, not to mention ‘not a hired killer’.

So he used his vocal range to his advantage! Medic can easily switch from a smooth baritone to pipsqueak within seconds— from softer than feathers to a harsh yell. He uses it to sell a character that isn’t his own.

Speaking of yelling, Medic is DEFINITELY into releasing his stress by screaming death metal. Without a guitar, he learned how to shred. With a bonesaw. With the amount he has to deal with on a daily basis, can you really blame him? Besides, he enjoys it.

But away from that, what about his voice is really so special? Surely being so distinct in appearance would detract from the show he puts on and the shock factor of switching to a much more agreeable and polite character.

Well, that’s when confidence comes in. As somebody who outplayed the devil himself, it’s safe to say Medic knows how to get what he wants. Outsmarting is one thing, but that requires planning that truly isn’t possible all of the time. So he improvises. That’s how he keeps the mercs alive away from respawn and brings people back from the dead.

Naturally, this gives him an air of authority. He learned exactly how to demand what he wants, be it exotic animal organs, tools, or anesthetic, he knows it all. Sometimes all it requires is the threat of being on the receiving end of the vitasaw, others it requires charm and beguiling charisma to have his way.

Well, either way. Not even spy can figure out exactly how he does it.

Maybe you should ask the birds. They’re always watching.

This is admittedly a very selfish post, as I’ve made various teams of various different colors

?! Glad, but what happened?! o-O

Does anyone know what happened, to @talk-to-the-mercs? The blog is gone for for some reason. And the creator’s prersonal tumblr (@aggressive-positivity-network) is gone too?? They didn’t do anything against the rules, as far as I know.

If you’re reading this, I’m not mad or anything. But it’s a bit weird to just suddenly disappear…

The mercs going on a road trip? 👀

Arguing over who gets the front seat: Heavy and scout. Heavy needs his space, Scout is childish and wants to be in the front, and Sniper is just standing there like “I’d also like the front seat please my legs dont fit” but nobody listens because he’s Sniper. Eventually the two compromise and Scout ends up in Heavy’s lap. 

Keep Scout occupied, otherwise he’ll start screaming wheels on the bus to annoy the others for the entire. ride. (Or at least until someone tapes his mouth shut, a common occurrence.)

Alternates include: Beer on the wall, tongue twisters, what’s new pussycat...

Crammed into the middle: Demoman, Pyro, Soldier. Pyro is in the very middle and is restless, eventually they fill up the other’s laps with toys and crayon drawings. Soldier is just happy his hand isn’t being cut off at the moment, and Demoman doesn’t mind as long as he has a bottle of scrumpy for the long ride ahead. 

Designated driver: Also Sniper, or Engineer (and on rare occasions miss Pauling herself). Engie can stand being in the back seat for long enough to brave the ride, but he’s still backseat driving from there, calling out directions and making sure nobody does anything dumb to get them pulled over.

Crammed into the back: Medic and Spy. Spy would rather not disclose what he saw during the road trip, but it’s safe to say there was a lot of suspicious, muffled yelling from the body bags he just had to bring along.

50+ Followers?!

W??! Where did you all come from??? I love you all!

Hopefully I can get more headcanons out soon, I haven’t gotten any asks that have personally piqued my interest as of late! Feel free to send in any, even if it’s been done a lot. I’m happy to give my own takes!

Seriously though, thank you all a ton! It’s been a really fun ride so far, I hope to bring a smile to all of your faces!

*presses E*

Crusader crossbow medic with 10k hours from across the entire map:

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The day I saw RED.

I mean.

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