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AislingicheThe summer wind off the ocean was salty and cool, gently caressing the faces of the two men who sat on the beach in lawn chairs, curling their toes in the sand and passing a bottle between them.

One of them, short blonde hair and vivid blue eyes, built strongly, a pair of silver tags resting against the blue fabric of his t-shirt, turns to his fellow, equally strong, one eye (or lack thereof) hidden behind a black patch, the other cocoa brown and bright, smile impish, skin dark and handsome. He smiles back, crooked.

"Today was a good day."

"Aye, t'was, m'lad. How'd ye like everything?"

"Jesus, it was great. Just like you said it'd be."

H

ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling ficIt had been a very long, tiring, and frustrating day. The RED Medic's long white coat and trademark red rubber gloves had long since been removed and deposited in the biohazard hamper for cleaning later, and his red tie hung loose and slightly askew.

Having finally restored the Medbay to order and completing his report to be turned in to the Administrator, Stecker absently pushed the small lensed, wire frame glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and asked of his companion perched primly on the chair behind the German's desk, "Vell zen... vat do you say, Archimedes?"

The white dove cocked its head as if actually waiting to hear what he h

TF2-Reunion The truce between the REDs and the BLUs was uneasy at best. Despite the official dissolve of either team, the former mercenaries seemed unwilling to work with each other. They understood it was for their own good that they worked together, but no one was willing to act on it. There were some examples of cooperation between the former RED team and the former BLU team, but nothing occurred that wasn't dealt in a businesslike manner that the others were aware of. The Snipers were getting alone fine, discussing their plans to help take down the storm of robots that was supposed to hit them in a few hours, but their body language spoke a d

TF2: Quick story about Little Mike

On Mike's 10th birthday, his mom gives him an old looking plush with a human body and eight octopus legs. She said it was named Mr. Tenta and belonged to his uncle who disappeared a few years ago.

Mike loved the present so much. He promised he will treasure it forever in memory of his dear uncle.

In school, Mike was really happy about the present. He had no friends and often sat alone, but thought he could make some pals by showing them Mr. Tenta to them, but sadly they all laughed at him. Soon most of his classmates were calling him 'baby' and jeering at his 'silly' stuffed toy.

However, for every kid that bullied Mike, Mr. Tenta came ali

Brief IntroductionsChapter One

Leonora picked up the telephone with her perfectly manicured hand and dialed the ten-digit phone number on the piece of crumpled lined paper she was given so many months ago. It was only until now that she could muster up the courage to save her life and protect her sons.

Oh, how she wished she could go back to a simpler time, like when they were first married and loved each other unconditionally. Now, the buxom woman in her form-fitting signature blue dress wished she never uttered the words I do. Mascara is now staining her face and tears black as she waits to the sound of a monotone hum indicating that the other line is ringi

His Silent SanctuarySpy walked around his room, sighing lightly as he trailed his gloved fingers over a wooden counter he held his papers on.
Everything was in order.
Shoes beneath the wardrobe, shining like they would of been bought just a few days ago.
On Spy's bed laid a folded shirt with a pair of pants. The jacket was hanging on the wall.

The sun was shining inside through the bluish curtains, making the Frenchman cover his sore eyes.
He was in a need of a shower, as he had been swimming in the sewers.

"Hmh... Zat will do..." Spy mumbled as he opened the curtains a little more. He preferred it sunny. He prefered to see where he was going, even if t

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'Coo' - A Short TF2 Fanficby *The-Zig

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A little emotional story I came up with after watching these 3 seconds from the Mann vs Machine update video. Took me about an hour to get everything written and organized, so I apologize for the low quality.

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~Irkmissis Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

This was wunderbar. ʸᵉˢ,ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶜʳʸᶦᶰᵍ⋅

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~NotaSpoot Feb 14, 2013

SCREAMS AND CRIES

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME DARM YOU AAAAAUG
SO BEAUTIFUL BUT WWWWWHHHHYUUUYUUU

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*The-Zig Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Uhhh, thanks, mm, sorry...? *gives a cookie*

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~NotaSpoot Feb 14, 2013

*sobs* ilusomuch wow you are perf bby

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~Evertide-Song Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

;A;

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~dsajk Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. very good, and emotional.
I could imagine this happening, if TF2 was real

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~justfireheart13 Oct 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Dem feels.

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*Tokiuru Sep 26, 2012

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This is a wunderbar masterpiece, mate. It filled my heart with feels.

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*The-Zig Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Danke!

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~DarkLordZil Sep 19, 2012

Damnit. Can't see. All i see is water.

Not alot of stories people write on here get me like that. You nailed it, Man. Great job.

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