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Quicksilver And Scout TF2 are the same to me

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Tag me in time travel fics regardless of fandom. Don’t even ask just tag me. Time loops count. Medic main.

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Name: Fairy/Sammy. Age 21+. He/they. Blog’s markiplier ego stuff, TF2, FNAF, and Star Wars.

I love asks, hoard them like gold. Requests are good too. You’re also welcome to tag me in tag games! basically interacting with me is good but not necessary :) also if you want to do like. fanart of an AU or a fic. or write a fic inspired by something I write. PLEASE. dont even ask for permission you can just do it but tag me because i wanna see. literally my only rule is that if you get inspired to make something tag me. Because what usually happens is. I think "wow I wish someone else would write a fic where xyz happens" and then I look it up and it doesnt exist. So then i write it to share the idea. Like genuinely tagging me even isnt about the credit I just want to consume the media

i really will write ANYTHING that enters my mind onto my google docs. what is this????? this is not 1200 words for chapter 11 this is a shitpost

researching my blood type like. no wonder red cross doesnt harass me like my other family members. who tf is going to use my blood.

scout getting upset over something small (team mates not listening to him probably) and spy does that thing french dads do where they try to show their love by forcing you to eat a fruit so he goes and gets an orange and peels it for scout but scouts like "i hate fruit, i dont eat fruit" and it hurts spy's feelings so he just starts yelling at scout over petty shit because he cant tell scout the real reason hes upset. and then the two of them start arguing and it gets worse. because scout doesnt know why spys trying to force him to eat a gross orange and spy's perceiving it as his son rejecting the show of affection spy mentally struggled to even do in the first place, just eat the damn fruit scout, no i dont wanna, they're yelling so much someone else (probably engineer) has to step in to separate them

every day i have to write Scouts name as Jeremy when my secret true desire is to call him either Jer-bear or Jermy, like jerma. hes my little germ <3

had a moment where i was googling the 1968 red sox team to figure out who Scouts favorite guy would be only to be completely baffled because apparently like. the best guy on the team in 1968 has the SAME last name as the best guy on the team today. turns out current day dude is other guys grandson. so it doesnt matter i guess scout loves Yastrzemski in a modern setting au too

I keep hanging out with this girl and she keeps suggesting that we have sex which on a good day I would politely decline (ace) even HOWEVER she will always misgender me ONLY WHEN she’s about to ask to sleep together. So on a good day I would politely decline but so far I’ve been shutting her down hard which for some reason is not working because it has happened THREE TIMES

my own drawing is driving me insane but i didnt wanna open my fic to find the exact quotes they were saying. empty speech bubble

Anonymous asked:

Chapter 8? More like chapter ATE oh my gosh I love reading this fic so much

chapter 8 was definitely up there in drama >:3 had to draw a scene from that chapter

Spy tenses. “Where eez everyone else?” He asks, and a gloved hand wraps itself around Scout’s wrist. Jeremy looks down, confused.

“You’ll see.” Ms. Pauling whips out the gun, and even as it goes off Spy yanks Scout behind him. But the bullet wasn’t meant for him, and Spy crumples to the ground. Ms. Pauling wastes not a moment longer before shooting Scout in the head as well.

Scout being the least afraid of Respawn (besides Engineer) and being offense puts him at the head of the battle so he will be dying first in the first battle against the BLUs in my fic. there's nothing he can do to prevent this.

one of my amazing commenters said "what if Spy finds his body before it disappears through Respawn."

I can picture in my head so vividly. He is going to stand there over Scout's body, staring at the blood splatters. And as Spy pulls out his next cigarette he catches a glimpse of the photo of his family in his disguise kit and when he goes to light his next cigarette his hand won't stop shaking, he can't cry though, what kind of spy would he be if he cries? What kind of father is he if he doesn't?

and then the body fades away.

AUUUGHHHHH im a genius in angst.

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au of my own time travel fic, where Scout's kids are also in the past with him EXCEPT:

A) the kids are in Boston.

B) they have no idea what's going on

C) Jeremy doesn't know they time traveled with him because he's in New Mexico

so Jeremy is just doing his thing as according to my fic but meanwhile his four kids are just wandering around Boston like "Where am I :( where is dad :(" and eventually bump into Scout's Ma. Tanya looks so much like Spy and Tristan looks so much like Jeremy at that age that Scout's Ma double-takes, and even though she's younger they recognize her and are like "grandma!! grandma where is dad. where is uncle spy. grandma im lost :(" she gets their names and when she hears the oldest's name is Tom after Tom Jones she's like "I don't know how it would be possible. but I know exactly which one of my sons these kids belong to. They are so obviously Willises." and now Scout's Ma is on a cross-country roadtrip to New Mexico with four kids. meanwhile Jeremy is still doing this drinking and crying and medigun fluid thing

Spy calls the Willis home phone after Scout gets drunk but no one answers. This does not help him feel any better.

They're arguing about whether Scout is lying or not when a car shows up in the distance.

Engineer frowns. "No one's supposed to know where we are-"

Scout's Ma parks and steps out.

Spy: Ma Cherie?

Scout: MA?

the rest of the team: .... -_- what is wrong with this family

Scout's Ma: JEREMY WILLIS, SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE KIDS

Spy: WHAT ITS REAL?

Scout: how does she know how does she know. how does she-

The kids exit from the back of the car

Kids: DADDY!!!!!

SCOUT: OH MY GOD MY BABIES

rest of the team: i thought he said they were dead

Scout, grabbing his kids and sobbing loudly: i thought i lost you forever !!!!!!!

Kids, also crying: we missed you

the team: aww hell

Mick Daddy issues Mundy, sniffing: we're professionals but we ain't heartless. Ma'am, would you and the kids like to come inside?

YES OR NO SHOULD I MAKE A ONESHOT OF THIS JUST AS A FUN LITTLE WHAT IF NOT CANON TO THE FIC

I couldn't resist. DAMN.

Tabitha is pretty sure that she fell asleep last night tucked into bed, having been hugged and kissed by her strangely overemotional father who had yanked his kids out of bed just to tuck them in again, even though Uncle Spy had already sent them to bed.

That being said, when she wakes up this morning, she's in a grass field by a playground with all her siblings.

Tanya still has her eyes closed, but she's whining and rubbing at her eyes. Tristan seems to be making a heroic effort to roll over and go back to sleep, blankets-turned-grass be damned. But her and Tommy are the eldest, and as she sits up and turns to her older brother she finds Tommy looking back at her, eyes round in fear.

"What's going on," He manages to say it quietly as to not disturb the younger two, but he can't hide the tremor in his voice.

"How would I know," Tabby hisses back, getting to her feet and ignoring the grass stains on her clothes.

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