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This is a new fanfic I'm writing, and with the help and motivation my sister is giving me, hopefully I could finish it.
This was inspired by her and the "Russian Mythology" tag from AO3. I don't know how I ended up here, but yeah, here we are.
Hope you all enjoy reading this, because I think I was trying too hard to sound cool and professional.
Just Like Cupid and Psyche
(Ships included: Heavy/Medic, Spy/Scout's Ma, Demo/Soldier/Zhanna, Scout/Ms. Pauling)
[Or course, these ships will be featured in later chapters]
"If you saw me, perhaps you would fear me, perhaps adore me, but all I ask of you is to love me. I would rather you would love me as an equal than adore me as a god."
Chapter 1:
This famous quote is known by many, and even if one doesn't know it, they could also guess. This famous quote came from Cupid, the god of love. Despite this, however, he himself is not immune to the powers of love and his own arrows. Many know how this story goes: A goddess who was jealous of a mortal woman's beauty sent out her son to embarrass her. Stricken by the woman's beauty, he succumbed to his own love arrows. Their love was so strong that it carried them through impossible challenges and denial. They came together in the end, forever in love.
Now, we're going to focus on the quote shown. To Cupid and Psyche, they were a god and a human, respectively. But what about mythological creatures and humans instead of gods and humans? Not common, but not uncommon either.
Some would love to have a romantic partner who is not of the same species. It's sort of a way of flaunting; showing off your unique partner to provoke envy, admiration, or fear, perhaps. Of course, not everyone would do the same thing. Some like to keep the relationship a secret. We don't blame them; everyone has their preferences.
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It was like any other normal day. Obviously, one doesn't need to list out the activities they do in a day throughout their life. All the days in everyone's life start out with them getting up, brushing their teeth then their hair, and then accidentally slipping down the stairs because they slipped on a discarded paper on the ground. Wait, not many people get into that problem. Not for Jeremy, he gets into that a lot because of his untidiness.
He landed near the foot of the staircase. His back pressed painfully against the stair steps, arms propped on both sides and head titled back. The attempt to stop himself from falling any further down the stairs backfired on him. Ouch, he'll probably get more bruises now.
It is not uncommon for the youngest brother of the family to get into such troubles. While he hasn't yet gotten to his job, all his other brothers have probably already left at an early hour. He goes to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast. Toast and eggs with a side of bacon surely will do. He sits down at the table and munches on his food.
"Good morning, sweetheart," said a woman's voice coming into the kitchen. She had on light makeup and her hair in an 80s style. She smiled brightly at Jeremy as she walked over to the counter to prepare her own breakfast. A small stack of pancakes with syrup and blueberries was then placed beside him, and the woman sat next to him.
"Hey ma, how did you sleep?" Jeremy asked fondly, watching as his mother gracefully ate her breakfast. His mother nodded, not wanting to talk while food was in her mouth. Really, that would be gross.
"I slept alright, darling. Better hurry with that plate of yours, you don't want to be late for work now." His mother said, pinching her son's cheek in a teasing, motherly way. Jeremy chuckled, but did as he was advised. He finished his breakfast and said goodbye to his mother before heading to work.
His chosen transportation is a red bike that sat proudly in the garage. Unlike his other brothers, Jeremy prefers riding on a motorbike, perhaps because it gives him a sense of freedom and independence. He puts on his helmet - safety first - and climbs on, inserting and twisting the key. The engine begins purring as it comes to life and Jeremy speeds out onto the open streets.
The place he worked at was a diner a few minutes away from his house. Because of his almost inexperienced life, he had no other choice than to choose the one job that would at least provide enough money to keep one person alive. Upon arriving at the diner, he parked his bike and casually entered the diner. The bell above the door chimed as he did so. He never really liked the damn thing.
Inside the diner wasn't so busy, but it wasn't devoid of customers either. He started working almost immediately, taking orders and bringing out drinks and food to the customers. The diner wasn't big, fancy, or anything special, but it still got regulars daily. In fact, Jeremy was good friends with one or two of the regulars there, and he knew that they were coming.
Waiting around when he had nothing to do, he glances at the clock ever so often to time his greeting perfectly. Then, at the perfect moment, Jeremy went to open the door as soon as two customers approached. One was a tall, slim lady with black hair and mint green eyes. She wore black glasses that hung on her nose bridge, along with a matching purple dress and heels. Walking beside her was a stout man. On his head he wore a hardhat, a pair of black-tinted goggles so his eyes are almost invisible, with black overalls and a red shirt.
"Hey Ms. Pauling, hey Dell!" Jeremy greeted his friends with joy and energy. They sat in the furthest corner booth of the diner and, without looking at the menu, ordered their usual meal. Jeremy didn't need to listen to half of the ramblings of theirs to note down their meals. He sped off to the kitchen to give the note, then back to the front to make them both steaming hot cups of coffee.
These two workaholics come here only on Thursdays, and when they first came, Jeremy had already taken an interest in the young lady. He wouldn't say it, but as soon as he saw her, he changed his mind completely about nerdy-looking girls. He had tried to flirt with her on multiple occasions, almost all of his attempts fell on deaf ears. Dell noticed though, but he couldn't help, or didn't want to.
"So, what's new?" Jeremy sat down beside Dell, putting his face into his hand as it propped itself on the white, plastic table. His break doesn't last long; he could be doing anything during those short minutes, but he'd rather hang around his friends.
Dell swallowed a large gulp of coffee and set the cup down with a 'thunk' sound. "Ah, nothing much, just the usual," Dell replied neutrally, a small smile plastered on his face.
Ms. Pauling didn't look exactly into the conversation, considering how she looked up with confusion. Jeremy hated when they told him "the usual" when it came to the topic of work. Nothing new ever came up, and even if there was, it was always kept secret.
Jeremy got tired of pestering Dell to tell him something else about his work, and even attempted to ask Ms. Pauling, which obviously did not work out. Looking for a change of topic, Jeremy played with the notepad that sat in his breast pocket, occasionally clicking the ballpoint pen a few times. He knew some of Dell and Ms. Pauling's friends, but never met them or even knew their names. He knows them through their occupation.
"So, how's the doc then? He still crazy like how you told me?" Jeremy asked in a joking manner, poking at Dell's bicep to get his attention. Of course, the engineer responded with a breathy laugh, almost like an exhale.
"He's doing alright, son. You don't have to worry about him," Dell said, ruffling Jeremy's hair. He chuckled and slapped at Dell's hand; the scene displayed was almost that of a father and son moment. He had always seen Dell as a father figure, more so than his own biological father. He was always away for work, had never been there for almost half of Jeremy's life. It was a sad thought, knowing you see a potential father in a friend but acknowledging the fact that your own father was still there.
Jeremy pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He could always vent about that later. Right now, he needs to focus on getting information from Dell. He poked him again, using it as an excuse so the engineer would ask him about his intentions. Surely enough, it worked, and Dell looked a little bit more irritated.
"You never told me the guy's name," Jeremy started, his face in a pout. Soon, Dell's own expression calmed down as he leaned back and relaxed.
"His name's Ludwig, Jeremy. If you'd like, I could always introduce you two on the weekends," Del said finally after a pause, probably taken aback by Jeremy's question. The boy doesn't often care for people outside of his social circle unless he takes a liking to them, like Ms. Pauling and him.
Jeremy beamed at him, hitting his friend's shoulder lightly and playfully before getting back to work. He practically jumped out of his seat and sped to the counter, where three friends were hanging out and chatting. Ms. Pauling, after the conversation, finally looked up to meet Dell's eyes.
"Why did you have to tell him that? You know that guy is a little too unhinged for Jeremy to handle. Even he acknowledges that fact." Ms. Pauling said in a calm manner, almost scolding Dell for giving in to Jeremy's request.
Dell shrugged with a huff. Ms. Pauling did not ask any further.
End of chapter one, people! Anyways, I'm sure I'll be posting and updating more on this fanfic.
Chapter 2 of "Just Like Cupid and Psyche" is here! Finally, I can't believe I took so long to write this. Anyways, please enjoy!
I am also working on 2 side projects, so chapter 3 will come even later. Just a warning, otherwise everyone will wonder why chapter 3 is not out yet.
Just Like Cupid and Psyche
Chapter 2:
The once pristine white room was now covered in red. Some of the colored spots were darker than the others, indicating that they had been splattered a while ago. The room was like an empty abandoned surgery room, but with an addition of two people.
One of the two people was standing, looming over the other that was laying on the operation table. Their eyes were wild, pupils looking frantically in every direction in search of a way out, any kind of escape, but there was nothing they could do. The straps holding the "patient" down was tight, creating purple bracelets around their wrists. It bruised them and their hands were cold to the touch, as if all of the blood was drained.
The looming figure was stitching up an incision he had made somewhere around the other person's neck, humming a tune to himself as if his actions were ordinary. The heart monitor was beeping almost at a rapid pace due to the panic the "patient" felt.
It took about 2 and a half hours for the person to calm down. Their breathing slowed, and so did their heart rate. The frantic eyes went still, staring at the empty ceiling. Their heart stopped beating, and the other person sighed. Of course, not all "patients" would survive a surgery like this, especially when they didn't ask for it.
The man removes the restraints and drops the lifeless body onto the floor. The sound of wings flapping lands next to the body. A dove coos and cocks its head curiously, looking at the corpse on the dirty floor. It pecks the cheek of the body, unmoving and cold, but it doesn't react. Losing interest almost immediately, the bird flies to find a higher spot to perch. It lands on the shoulder of the standing man, rubbing its head against the man's face.
The mysterious man moves to turn on the lights in the room, needing more than just the operation table's light to see and clean up his mess. The lights came on, and the room didn't look so sinister anymore. Of course, the sight would still disgust and terrify someone if they weren't a friend of the man.
The dove kept cooing, closing its eyes and fluffing up its feathers as the man began to scratch its little head. It was an affectionate action. He started as he suddenly became aware of the flock of doves perched on the ceiling beams, huddled up together and cooing.
He stares at them, then a warm smile comes as he stretches his arms to both sides. The birds come flying down, each perching neatly on his arms and making space for others. Some land themselves onto his head, messing up his hair so it becomes their ideal nest.
"You are all so spoiled." The man cooed back to the birds, rubbing his cheeks against the two birds on his shoulders. He lowered one arm to open the door, then resumed holding it up as the birds that fled came back. He walked out of the room, leaving the body and the messy operation room for later.
The birds finally let him have his arms back, and he begins cleaning and sanitizing the room. He drags the body to a cold storage and leaves it there alongside all the other rotting corpses. He really needs to get rid of those soon; observing the decomposition of the human body can be delayed till next time when he has the correct equipment. And a good amount of funding.
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Dell sat in his workshop, tinkering with some machines he happened to pick up from the side of the road. It's always nice to see a broken machine, then taking it home to see what's wrong with it. At least, that logic applies to the hardworking engineer.
Jeremy was sitting close by on a stool, sipping his BONK! from a straw. He had been sitting there for quite a while now, just watching Dell tinker with whatever it is that he found and occasionally cringe at the small exclamations that Dell blurts out every now and then.
It was just another slow, lazy Saturday. No rushing, no nothing. Jeremy lifts his feet off the ground and sway them as he sat on the stool, staring lazily and sleepily at the engineer at work. "When are we gonna do something fun?" Jeremy spoke, his voice laced with tiredness and annoyance. The engineer didn't reply. He huffs a laugh through his nostrils and continue working on the load of metal.
Feeling like he was being ignored, Jeremy gets up and walks out of the workshop, and into Dell's house. Basically, the workshop is the garage. Jeremy wanders through Dell's living room, looking through various car magazines and books on his shelf. Then, he comes into the kitchen, grabs a slice of cheese wrapped in plastic, and starts munching slowly on it.
There was nothing out of the ordinary in his home, nothing interesting to know about; it was just a standard American house. On the walls were pictures of him and his father, Fred Conagher. There were also pictures of him and the rest of the family. There weren't many pictures of them in the present, only when he was younger. Jeremy knew well that Dell wouldn't mind him wandering the house and peeking into places he wasn't supposed to be, and that's exactly what he was doing. He sat on the floor near the stairs, flipping through a photo album.
Some pages contain old pictures of a man Jeremy has never seen - obviously because he's dead - and pictures containing moments of Dell with his parents and brothers. He seemed happy in those pictures, happier than he is now. Maybe if he had someone living with him, he wouldn't be so alone. But alas, he has nobody. He has no spouse, no mother, no children; his father went missing when he was in his 20s, and his older brothers, who are twins (they're triplets), Zed and Maynard, were still back in Texas.
Jeremy never knew much about his two other brothers, but what he does know is that they are all engineers. He has heard stories about those two; Dell loves to talk about his family and work. Apparently, they are running a company called the "Conagher Express", and it was said to be quite reliable.
"Snooping around as usual, aren't we boy?" Dell said from behind Jeremy, making him jump onto his feet. He laughs, a fatherly sort of laugh; he could be a really good father if he had children. Jeremy starts fuming, closing the book and setting it down in a drawer a little too harshly. Dell's expression softens further, and he grows more concerned by the next second.
"Yo, hey, I'm not mad. I was just being cheeky," Jeremy panicked and raised his hands up like he was surrendering to the cops. Dell's expression changed as soon as he said so, and he let out a long sigh. Dell was always the sentimental guy, caring for people's feelings a little too much, while disregarding his own. Dell chuckled awkwardly after they both stood there and stared at each other, then led Jeremy to the kitchen for lunch.
Jeremy calls his mother while Dell prepares their meal. He usually stays with Dell on weekends after they became friends, and even though his mother knows this, he still calls her to make sure she knows when he's coming home. Dell cooks while he whistles some tune. Jeremy couldn't be sure which song that is, but he really likes "Sex Bomb" by Tom Jones; Dell never wants to listen to it with him.
"So, which other friends of yours am I gonna be meeting? You did say that he was coming over," Jeremy asked while they ate. It was mostly silence, after all, they didn't have much in common to talk about, other than the fact that they met at the diner where Jeremy worked.
Dell nods, placing his fork down on the table and leans back in his chair. Jeremy stares in confusion; what was this man even doing? It always catches him off guard when Dell does something like this. In the midst of confusion, Dell raises his hand and starts counting down from five to one. This raises even greater confusion.
When Dell hand is held tightly in a fist, a sort of aggressive knock was heard at the front door. Dell chuckled again. He stands up from his seat and approaches the front door, and Jeremy followed. On the other side of the door was a man, taller than him and the engineer; he looks about the average height though. Over his head was an ill fitting helmet that covers his eyes. Exactly how does he see under that? And how was he permitted to drive a car with it?
Dell embraced the man and welcomed him into the house. Jeremy would have thought that they were dating if it wasn't for Dell asking about the man's wife. The man's laughter was loud, like a roar, echoing through Dell's home. Jeremy could see them getting along somehow.
"Jeremy, Jane. Jane, Jeremy." Dell said as he sat the man down on the couch. This guy's name is Jane? A girl's name? Jeremy scoffs and laughs to himself. This has to be a joke, it just has to. No way are any parents going to name their son a girl's name, that's just ridiculous!
Unfortunately, Jeremy was proven that this was indeed the case. Jane's full name was Jane Doe; why is his entire name a joke? "Unidentified female corpse"? Seriously? Jeremy kept his composure as they talked, trying his hardest not to laugh at the man's whole identity. The young boy found out that Jane was a former soldier, but not many people have high regards for him. After he fulfilled his duties, he studied to become a lawyer. He was, apparently, a public defender. Another surprising thing is that he was a priest in another state. This left Jeremy speechless. How can a man like him be in those occupations?
Dell was genuinely surprised as well when he first met Jane a while back, but it has become apparent that this was a very normal thing for him. Dell comes out of the kitchen after a while, letting Jeremy sit and converse with Jane. He places down in front of the both of them a can of plutonium berry flavoured BONK! and a BH sandwich. Next to the can of soda was a silly straw, which Jeremy happily accepts. Jane picks up his BH sandwich and carefully take a bite, making sure no honey was oozing out the other side and falling onto Dell's coffee table.
Dell sits down next to Jane and reads a book while he finishes his snack. Jeremy sips sort of nervously on his drink, occasionally darting his eyes around the room to find something to talk about. "So, Jane, you go on business trips a lot? I mean, considering you're a lawyer and stuff." Jeremy popped the question, trying to sound as casual as possible. He was sitting next to two successful people, and he is stuck with a dead-end job and living with his mom; he can't blow this for himself.
"Yes, I travel a lot to help the fine citizens of America! They have done nothing wrong and should not be sentenced to prison!" Jane bellowed proudly. He sure does love America, doesn't he? Half the time Jeremy spent with him was him talking about America.
"Thanks for protecting us, fine citizens," Jane said. "We appreciate it," Dell added, emphasizing "fine citizens" as a joke. The ex-soldier didn't catch that joke and only nodded enthusiastically. Jeremy didn't notice that Jane had finished his sandwich.
"Listen, Jane, I know it's sudden and all, but you never introduced me to your wife before. What's she like?" Dell asked, patting his shoulder.
Jeremy thought for a while, and jumped to the conclusion that his wife must be as loud as him to be able to bear listening to the American anthem and the Pledge of Allegiance every morning. Seriously, Jeremy hated doing that every Monday morning back in high school. Not that he doesn't love his country; it just gets really boring.
Jane shakes his head at the request, his smile disappearing almost immediately. "No can do, Engie, she has asked me to make sure she remains a secret! Don't ask why." Jane replied.
Jeremy and Dell stop questioning the ex-soldier about his life and move on to something else. They end up spending the entire afternoon together, after which Jane and Jeremy set off for home early in the evening. They wave goodbye to each other and part ways. Jeremy had an odd sense of foreboding. For some random reason, he expected that his interaction with Jane's friends would get weird, even weirder than it was supposed to be.
Wow, only a mention of Medic? Yes, I like it that way. Anyways, thank you for reading and to all those who like this. I appreciate you all so much 💝.
(Also, a "BH sandwich" means "banana and honey sandwich" sandwich)
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It SHOULD look like the mercs are attacking sexton while he's being interviwed but oh well 🤷♂️
@another-delta-fucker @another-delta-lover 👍🏼
There it is again....
And we also have a little man
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Hey look buddy
I'm back on track!
The break is nearly over; in october there will be another (german) TF2 cosplay meeting after a long time. Looking forward to it, hope to meet old and new friends again.
Giddy up!
Part three of the Tentaspy river shoot. Our tentaspy discovers BLU’s southern gentleman. <3 (Imagine him as a RED Engie for you Domi / Lance fans)
[Part 1] , [Part 2] , [Part 4], [Gifs]
Engineer: Zenami, Tentaspy: LitheFider, Photos by: Charity
I clearly don't have a favorite merc, i don't know what you're talking about. 🤣 I like them all tho, maybe i'll do demoman next.
OHHHHHHHH YES ITS THEM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEE 💥💥💥💥 BEAUTIFUL
cough cough I heard you like Practical Espionage and Spyma. I'm holding out my hands in request of either of them. Maybe doing some domestic stuff. Spy being down bad for Ma or Engie's foolishness perhaps...
I owe you proper drawings of both, but I really hope these two doodles suffice for now
like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head
Dispenser down and that’s a lotta damage!
Gay science men. Because I can.
Groetjes 🤍
What do you Guys think of my VERY poorly drawn mercs?
tf2 karaoke! 🎤🎶
(here's a list of the referenced+a couple extra songs)
(Left) RED (Right) BLU
Woo Whee!! The Engineer is Engi-Here Yall!!
Gave him some markings cuz it makes him look cute and it reminds me of Bee Stripes (lol Bee Cave and EngiBee Mentions) and made him a yellowish color to reflect bees and honey as well!
His Glove/Gunslinger also is able to wield and use magic!
Enjoy guys!!
(Base I Used/Referenced)
[ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!]