☄I'm Rowin or Plex go by He/Him
☄Mainly Tf2 rn (semi multifandom), Ship and headcanons!
☄Send an asks! can't say I'll do it well (theres so many fucking good writers here) but I'll take a swing at it. won't do anything weird (proshippers get the fuck outta here)
☄Master list of my writings so far (will update as I go and remember) I also put it under #PlexWrites for simplicity sake
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Uhmm
ok, enough for now
Reblog to make it die faster
Like to charge, reblog to cast.
reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai
i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.
don't talk to robots. full stop.
if you're seeing this it means you're on tumblr. there are like 600 gay people on here who will rp with you, you don't need c.ai for anything
to me sniper and pyro is a very special relationship. pyro breaks into sniper's van once a month and uses his entire water tank to take his monthly shower. sniper needs to be compressed (autism) and pyro loves to flop on top of him on the couch and squeeze him like a stuffed animal. sniper has absolutely 0 interest in seeing pyro's face and doesn't understand why the rest of the team thinks he should want to. etc
Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.
hear me out on this speeding bullet dynamic. scout constantly trying to rizz sniper up or weird him out with outlandish hypotheticals and sniper responds totally deadpan seriously to scout's bullshit each time, instantly stopping scout in his tracks and uno reverse carding him by making him the one flustered instead
"hey hey snipes what if we kissed before the match tomorrow in front of the whole team"
"Ok"
"Wait -"
or "snipes would you still love me if I was a worm"
"Yeah I'd probably keep you in my pocket and love and cherish you forever"
"man.."
or "what if we walked into breakfast tomorrow holding hands"
"I'd really like that actually"
"Your son calls me "daddy" too" sniper x scout
Or "your father calls me "daddy" too" sniper x spy
Spydad makes me feral in a way I can not truly describe. Spy, an absent father, an asshole who deep down really wants to get to know the son he never stayed for. Scout's mother still loves him. Her other children don't care if he's around or not. But the opinion of the mercenary that is his own flesh and blood is what he cares most for.
The fact that the other mercs probably know. The fact Sniper and Heavy DO know. How Heavy brings up Scout's father. How Sniper urges Spy to do something during his son's 'final' moments.
The fact that Spy granted Scout a petty mercy by being someone who Scout sees a father in, and not himself. By telling him what he's yearned to through another's mouth. Does it kill him inside? I think it does.
And Scout, if he ever found out, would he kick and scream at the revelation? What if he knows already? What if the dreams are fueled by denial. What if Scout sees how similar him and Spy really are?
And when Spy tells him, how would Scout react? Surely, he'd be angry. He'd punch and Spy would take it.
But Scout is his mother's son.
Scout, after yelling and telling Spy just how much he hates him... Scout goes in for a hug that takes Spy by surprise.
Scout says he still hates him.
Scout says he doesn't forgive him.
But he could learn to, if Spy learns to be a father.
And Spy hugs back because, yes, he wants to learn. He's been wanting to learn for twenty or so years.
haha lol stupid ford thought it would be aweso😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
(the song is The square root of two - The Two Man Gentlemen Band)
hello stan
Can be read as stand alone but is a second part to This Cross posted on ao3
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"Bill, Could you be human?"
Ford blustered out, his face growing hot at what he said. Him and Bill were having there usual discussions in his mind scape while his body rested somewhere in his house. Their conversation had veered to Bills existence as a demon. His ability to be physical but also here, whatever the astral projection ghost even were. But there was his question, somewhat self indulgent in a way. Obvious if he wanted to he could. This was Bill we're talking about. Bill chuckled, not in a cruel way, amused.
"Oh Fordsy I could, but not in a way you'd think"
He pondered for a moment, "Do you have a set form or do you get to choose how you look. I do apologize if this is too, personal? I just can't help my curiosities."
"Not at all sixer, its well- how bout I show you. Easier and you get a show."
His ghost floated away from the usual mental coffee table they sat at. His body folding out like paper origami to make a human shape. Rapidly becoming more life like. The yellow hue paling to a humanish tone. Sharp features, if Ford had to put a face to him. The eyes and nose were reminiscent of that of Nikola Tesla. Though picking up on facial features were tough. It was like his face were blurred despite being so close. Wiping his glasses to make sure a finger print wasn't block view. But the blur follow Bill's face as he moved.
"Pretty nice model don't ya think Fordsy?"
He leaned on his shoulder about an inch or so taller. His voice too had a less echoy and ethereal sound. Much more human. It had a slight twang to it almost. His mind was stuttering a response.
"Oh don't get all flustered, I know I look great and all. But this is what we're working toward. That portal is the only thing keeping this from becoming real boney flesh!"
"Boney flesh?" He half laughed, out of all the words he'd describe skin, boney would not be his top pick.
"Been a while since I've been in a body, you can't blame me!" He put his hands up in mock defense, sauntering to sit across Ford again.
"You've had a body before?" He asked rather intrigued.
"Operated might be a better word. A deal or two of knowledge in exchange for a vessel goes a long way. Speaking of," He threw his astral tea cup to the side it disappearing. He leaned on the table.
"I've been thinking, you been working hard, you understand the plan. How would a deal, partnership even, to help this portal go faster? You work and I help you in you head here and there, and then while your mortal self takes a rest I man the ship and write some calculations. And so on."
Ford thought for a second, why would he ever turn down such an offer.
"Bill I see that as an excellent idea, just think of how much more we could get done!" The prospect of not only being able to help him faster but that he thought ford was worthy enough to do *This* was boggling.
"Sounds like a deal," he out reached a hand sealing it.
He burst awake, in his body abruptly. Usually his after his meetings he woke slowly. But he felt different, more fluid. Then he heard him.
"How bout a test run?" His voice was sitting next to him.
"Sounds great-" he felt his mouth go numb partially or rather the lack of feeling it. Similar to when his wisdom teeth were taken out. He could feel just faintly, and some parts felt overly sensitive.
"Are you? Are you also here?" He still *felt* like himself mentally, he prayed he didn't do something to mess it up.
"Think of me as a co-pilot right now," his left arm waved at himself. It was beyond describing having a sensation so familiar disappear. To see your own body move without it being you.
"Incredible," he murmured reaching out to his own hand. Bill slapped his hand away and shook his finger.
"Nuh uh," he scolded "you take a rest and I'll show you how much I can get done in a body."
Ford took the figurative step back and felt his body become detached. His mind slipped into a deep sleep. His body working hard as his muse wrote calculations he could only dream of making in that time.
I need a Bill pov fic of the exact moment he realized Ford turned on him. I wanna see him slowly go nuts and the denial give way to rage and him start trying to beat down the door. I wanna see a smidgen of regret as he looks down at those six fingered hands he loves so dearly bloody and bruised and his hesitance to leave and let Ford wake up as he realizes this is the last time he'll ever get to slip into Ford's body still thinking they have something good.
My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
id go to like, an olive garden
I like to think heavy and medic write letters to each other at the base vía medics doves. Very much those,
My husband is off to war (doing medical exams) and I wait in worry for his safety (how well soldier will make it take) I write to you and hope to see you soon (I’ll see you in 30 at dinner)
dear USAmericans,
VOTING WORKS!!!
French people showed up, French people voted, turnout was higher today than it has been since 1997, and we kicked the far right to 3rd place
a week ago, the far right was the biggest party in France, we were slated for a far right parliament, prime minister, and government
this week, we voted against them en masse and we won!
VOTING WORKS!
you're up next in November! it's very rare we get to say this, but this one time, take example on the French! show up and vote!
because VOTING WORKS!
Headcanon that scout is the spitting image of spy so one day when someone catches him with out his mask they just don’t notice.
“oh hey scout” then walk away while he’s having a million mental break downs and they barely blinked an eye at him
