It’s my friend’s birthday, so I drew her Pyro OC with the Sniper I play. She stitched ears to his hood because he reminded her of a dog- he generally hates them, but he can be sugary sweet for one picture. 

One day, I’ll relearn how to shade things.  And I just now realized I colored a part of his shirt red that should have been the brown of the vest. Whoops!

disfiguredstick:

Pyro’s the bro you go to if you need cheering up.

Cuties! :D

cantsman:

catbountry:

protowilson:

God dammit I’m meant to be working!

Hawt.

This is for you, Vik.

protowilson:

‘A Pyro A Day’ - Day 21

Head Canon: Spaghetti Night is best dinner night for Pyro.

protowilson:

ubersaur:

protowilson:

‘A Pyro A Day’ - Day 19

Head Canon: Pyro is quite envious of Demo’s lovely tartans.

I’m p damn jealous too
but why you say tartan instead of kilt that’s like saying cotton instead of shirt

My understanding of ‘tartan’ is it’s a specific pattern i.e. unrelated to a particular item of clothing or fabric (although it was traditionally wool).  In this image, the kilt  has a tartan pattern on it, but tartan doesn’t mean the kilt itself.  Demo just happened to be wearing a kilt instead of another item of clothing that was tartan.

In our ceremonies at church, the traditional cloth we wear is called a tartan.  Nowadays, ‘tartan’ can mean both the plaid pattern itself, as well as the cloth that bears the pattern, which is usually like a sash or blanket.  I’m pretty sure calling it a tartan is technically correct.

Either way, Pyro looks like he’s ogling Demoman’s rear and Demo is being completely indignant about it, and that is very amusing. :D

fuckyeahtf2:

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Oh god, Meet the Pyro announcement.

The Last “Meet the Team” Short
That title probably deserved an exclamation mark, but we over-estimated how many we had and now we’re out. This year, the lovable, indecipherable Pyro finally gets some time in the spotlight. There will be blood. And not like in the movie There Will Be Blood, either, where there was only blood at the end, and not even very much of it. Ours has lots of blood pretty much all the way through. If the butterscotch mint-sucking old mummies who pick the Academy Awards thought Look Out, There Might Be a Little Blood was great, wait’ll they see how many gallons we managed to cram into our movie. They’re going to have to melt down Fort Knox to make all the Oscars we’re going to win.