i havent drawn these weenies in forever
my own personal swordvan
remember that fic i started 2 months ago? well to recap its called One Wayward Pinch of Potassium Chlorate and is about injured demo and heres part 2. part one is here. warning for alcohol mentions, blood, injuries, and ableist language.
A heavy crash woke Demoman the next day, and though his vision was blurred from a deep sleep, and his body cramped from the very tight space and shoddy mattress, he could still sorta see the cause. Sniper was seated at the little table and booth, rocking back and forth and flapping his hands, accidentally knocking empty bottles from the night before in the process. The noise that had awoken Tavish was his scrumpy bottle falling to the floor and shattering.
Medicest of the century
Meet the pyro
He’s so slim he’s like a Daddy long Legs… mmmm.
When reblog comments plant images in my brain… thanks Queenie. Dx.
I draw portraits way too much.
I have made a mod! Now with 100% less beer and 600% more MOUNTAIN DEW!
Feedback would be really nice btw
warning for haters: ‘sappy, cutesy parent things’