Entire team is Demos?
LOL I LOVE SPY’S POSE… AS IF HE’S GOING WTF LOOK AT ALL THE DEMOS
My reaction exactly. Considering we only had myself, a lone sniper, and two other pyros playing classes other than demoman on a team of 16…there sure were a lot of demos.
Guess I’m coming back to this one with an encore…
Entire team is Spy?
there were 6 spies if I am correct. On a team of 9.
A really speed painting for Des.
The reason? I was in class of Photography when the teacher showed to us this poster and when I read the title I laughed because it reminded to me Solly/Spy from Des and her funneh sexeh drawings. And well, I couldnt resist, Im so sorry lol
OH MY JESUS. I had no idea this was coming…
Lol thank you so very much ladyabsurd!! I love it! Especially spy’s pale man legs mmmm.
Just something quick and yeah, more au ww2 spoo. This guy’s fast becoming an oc? maybe. I don’t mind tho. Too tired to write anything meaningful/make much sense so ty for coming to the livestream and good night. XC
Here’s a tidbit of the WWII AU Des and I have been cooking up. Sort’ve attached to this scene.
Soldier leaned over the Willys’ windshield. “What’s the hold up, Owens?”
“Tire, sir.” Owens stood up and wiped sweat off his forehead. “We’ve got a flat tire, sir.”
“Shit.” Soldier sat back down. “Well, the hell are you waiting for, private? Fix it.”
Owens nodded so hard his helmet nearly fell off. “Yes, sir.”
Spy sat inert in the backseat, but his eyes tracked Owens around the vehicle. Open space yawned all around them. The road was small and lined on either side by beechwood. Dew glistened in the morning sun. No birds sang. Distant gunfire rattled northwest of their position.
“I’ll take a walk,” Spy said, and stepped out of the Willys.
Owens set the spare tire on the ground and glanced at Soldier, who merely watched the Frenchman slip into the forest. “He’s going unarmed?”
“Son, that man’s been killing Nazis long before we found him.” Soldier flicked his cigar onto the ground. “He doesn’t need a gun.”
Owens lowered his head. “Did he always wear that mask?”
“Get to work.”
Spy stepped carefully across the hill’s sharp slope. He could see patches of farmland in the valley below, but the view was spoiled by smoke churning over a burning house. Gunfire rattled on and off for the better part of ten minutes, then went quiet. He waited for the first notes of birdsong before continuing his route. The forest remained largely undisturbed, despite the recent push from Sainte-Mère-Église.
He continued along the hillside until a smell stuck in the back of his throat.
Sickly sweet and rotten, with a tinge of body odor.
Spy knew that smell.
He glanced towards the road, which was a grey smudge between tree trunks, and headed towards a dip in the forest floor. The corpse of a man lay facedown among the ferns, but the black SS uniform was unmistakable. He shoved his hands into his pockets and whistled like a Calandra Lark.
Soldier whistled a few notes back. It wasn’t long before the American approached from the road. He was noisy, but negotiated the steep hillside with an eager grin.
“Found something, Crouton?”
Spy jerked his chin towards the corpse.
“Gestapo?” Soldier paused in mid-step. “Far from home, isn’t he?”
Spy bent down and rolled the corpse over. A maggot bounced off of his knuckles before he could react. He inhaled sharply and stood up. Soldier scowled at the renewed smell of decomposition.
The man’s face was as slick and pale as a mushroom cap. Maggots feasted in quiet ecstasy on his remaining soft tissue, and had been for some time. The left side of his collar bore three diagonal pips and two silver stripes; the right the distinctive SS runes.
“Jesus.” Soldier tipped his helmet back. “He’s as young as Owens.”
Spy watched the maggots eat their fill without expression. “I told ‘im to run.” He shoved his hand in his pockets. “Stupid boy.”
Soldier glanced at Spy. “He the one who gave you the….” He gestured to his face.
“Non,” Spy’s said, “‘e did nothing wrong.”
“Look at me, Crouton.”
Spy’s eyes flicked to Soldier’s.
“What’s his rank?”
“Then we both know that kid earned his stripes. And how.”
Spy’s gaze slid back to the boy. He ignored renewed gunfire in the valley below. The persistent buzz of aircraft rose from the south. He glanced up to see a familiar silhouette lit against the sky.
“Look like Spitfires.” Soldier hooked his arm around Spy’s waist. “C’mon, Crouton. We need to catch up before my boys are sipping wine in Paris.”
Artillery fire started rumbling in the distance. Soldier stepped between Spy and the boy’s corpse, but the Frenchman didn’t react. His eyes looked like two holes cut out of his face.
Soldier pressed their foreheads together. “He’s dead now. Whatever happened to him, it’s over.”
Spy didn’t react.
“Look at me, Crouton.”
Soldier cupped the back of Spy’s neck and forced their eyes to meet. “We’re in the middle of the fucking woods with God knows how many Germans. Owens is by himself on the road. Do I really have to carry you back?”
Soldier glanced at the trees around them. He squared his shoulders and kissed Spy for all the birds to see.
Spy inhaled deeply like he was waking from a long sleep. When Soldier kissed him again, he responded.
“We need to go,” Soldier muttered, “before Owens shits himself.”
Spy’s eyes slowly regained focus. “Oui.”
They walked together up the steep incline. The smell of decay was quickly swept aside by the rising sea breeze. When they reached the forest’s edge, Soldier stopped. Owens kneeled in front of the wheel well. The flat tire sat on top of the Millys’ hood.
Soldier waited for Owens’ to sit back, then stomped out into the open. “Private!”
Owens hopped like a startled cat. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” He scrambled to his feet and saluted. “Sir.”
“Cut that shit out, Owens. What’s our status?”
“Almost ready, sir.” He turned to grab the flat tire. Spy stood directly behind him, already holding it. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”
Spy inclined his head. “Indeed.”
A fine sheen of sweat covered Owens’ face. He accepted the flat tentatively and secured it to the back of the Millys. Spy slipped into the backseat and watched him.
Soldier hefted himself into the passenger seat. “Don’t have all day, private.”
“Yes, sir.” Owens scrambled around the Millys, hand on his helmet. “Sorry, sir.”
“Good.” Soldier thumped the jeep’s side when it started on the first turn. “Let’s go kill some Nazis.”
Unseen by either of them, Spy smiled.
asldfksdfk so perfect!
Thank you lawl ; v ;
HEY I HOPE ALL YOU GUYS IN RUSSIA ARE OK I HEARD A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE HURT :C
Heavy wouldn’t let tiny baby rock touch his date.
Omg that hat, I-I can’t ajslfk;asdf Also, this is some bootiful Spoovy right here!
o-omg did donc just say MORE SPOOVY
Spy’s face says it all
You really were converted, raaawr :P
jksfhksdf I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF I’M EASILY BOUGHT OVER BY HOT ART AND FICS
Oh lord I’m really sorry about that D’:
I’ll try to help you out though, draw some more spoovy for you teehee
The funniest thing I’ve seen all day. Lol I am starting to doubt that I will ever be able to live down drawing that picture. sob.
I’m so done.
Which turns into a Spies-on-top-of-Heavies race down the sewer tunnel.
I got to ride the fairy princess Hoovy. A Scout decided he needed me on top of him too, not to worry, there’s plenty of me to go around.
Which then ends with 3 mitten-wearing Heavies forming a congo-line behind me and making my Spy laugh as a medic heals me…
I had stepped away to get a drink of water, this is what I came back to.
YES! Thank you. I was being serious about this ship people.
LobsterMedic has to be the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen…I THINK I’M IN LOVE. Adshfaslkdfjsadkf oh lord in heaven I can’t.
Sent in by Tinak,
Just so you know tinak, I would sport this so hard.