One o’ me bottles o’ scrumpy’s missin’.

Who the fuck is responsible


Oh Ah see, if some other bastard gets drunk ye all baby ‘im, but if Ah get fall down drunk ye all jest ignore me?

Ah mean, granted all o’ ye are RED, but still.


[[Aaaand nevermind Livestream isn’t working for me any more.]]


tavishdegroot:

scottishafro:

((Think about naked Demomen))

[[‘Tis potentially not such a pretty sight]]

((>n> -coughs- It’s Demo we’re talking about.))

[[True >_>]]


[[If I see if Livestream is working for me again would anybody want to watch me doodle? I dunno what yet but I need something to do]]


blackcatkin:

Hey you.. yes you luv..
May is the month of Demoman.
Show your blog some love by spreading this highland beauty on your screens.
Go on. Let’s show the Scot how much we appreciate him.
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blackcatkin:

Hey you.. yes you luv..

May is the month of Demoman.

Show your blog some love by spreading this highland beauty on your screens.

Go on. Let’s show the Scot how much we appreciate him.

TF2Calendar distributed for public use by the good community that made it.

(via tavishdegroot)


((Think about naked Demomen))

[[‘Tis potentially not such a pretty sight]]


thatsnotapplejuice:

HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA ‘S a fate worse’n death, lad

Probably, but maybe I can at least teach some rookies to kick your bloody ass.

Ah’m too unpredictable fer that, lad. ‘Sides, they’d have tae go through a literal minefield tae get me.


Q
↑ - for the easiest part about playing my character
A

His sarcasm (if it could be called that) and idiocy


Q
Blight nodded, spotting the Demoman from a distance. She had been wandering around from base to base, trying to find Snickers. She thought maybe he had seen her dog run by. The medic trotted over to him, looking harmless as usual. She smiled, "Hello! Sir! I have a question! Have you seen a small dappled dachshund?" She asked him cocking her head to the side. Once she reached him she stood there, trying to catch her breath.
A

maniacmedic:

scottishafro:

scottishafro:

Demo blinked at the blonde, female doctor, a bottle half-raised to his lips as he gave her a quick once-over. Cute, but what was she asking, exactly?

"A dappled dachshund?" He squinted, lowering his bottle and rubbing at his chin for a second as he tried to remember why that sounded a little familiar. His eye narrowed as he racked his brain, both for the meaning of the word "dachshund" and if he’d seen one. After a few quiet moments of concentration, an expression of clarity spread across his face and he snapped his fingers. "Oh! A weiner dog! Tha’s right." He looked back towards the woman, shaking his head apologetically. "Sorry, Ah haven’t. If ye need help lookin’, though, me schedule’s open."

Raising an eyebrow, Demo scratched at his whiskers again. “Uh. Lass, look, ye’re RED. If ye go ontae the BLU base ye might get shot or…somethin’. Ye really wanna risk that fer yer wee dog?

"Why of course! She would go through the trouble of finding me!"

His eyebrow kept climbing up his forehead as Demo replied, “Then ye’d think she wouldn’ta gotten lost— uh, ne’ermind.” He lets out a frustrated sigh before reaching for one of his flasks, uncapping it and taking a swig before looking the RED woman up and down again. “Fine. Jest real quick.”