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@bittersweetmedicine
Marlon Sweet [bio]
Joshua Sweet, Jr. [bio]
"So, I know a Spy already has a mask he wears everyday, but I'm thinking about a Halloween costume. I'm thinking... Phantom of the Opera maybe? Or the Invisible Man, perhaps?" He rubbed his chin pensively as his foot tapped out a staccato beat on the floor. "Anybody have any ideas?"
"You could go as someone tall enough to see the top shelf of the fridge," the young Medic said with a slight smirk. "Or a leprechaun?"
Marlon Sweet, meanwhile, was standing outside RED base. "Listen, if you wanna fuck yourselves up on whiskey and rockets, be my guests. But! If you do it, all you're getting is duct tape and a trip through Respawn."
"With St. Patrick's Day on the horizon, I would like to remind BLU team not to get super drunk. Again. I'm not going to be sewing on blown off body parts until Easter again this year." Dr. Sweet pinched the bridge of his nose, already tired by the paperwork he could see looming on the horizon.
"The infirmary is open for year end physicals. Please come at your earliest convenience," Joshua announced to the BLU team before leaving breakfast. Hopefully he wouldn't have to chase them down again this year.
Has anyone seen mein hat? My head is cold and my helmet is hard.
How about you do a better job hanging on to your shit, dork?
OH, well, maybe you should do better hanging onto your head? *takes out shovel and gives chase*
Good thing I'm not just better looking, but faster too. *bolts away, tossing Max's hat onto a shed roof as he runs the other direction*
Has anyone seen mein hat? My head is cold and my helmet is hard.
How about you do a better job hanging on to your shit, dork?
@redgentleengie
BLU's Medic was racing across the field, chasing a rather angry looking RED Medic. Instead of attacking, he seemed to be reaching out desperately to grab him. When his fingers made contact, the younger man turned and sliced at his arm his bonesaw. There was a brief scuffle before the RED shook him off and kept running, the older BLU watching him from where he fell on the ground, a pool of red spreading up his arm. "Goddammit! Why can't you ever just listen?!"
Before he could continue his pursuit, a grenade exploded at his feet. He seemed to finally remember where he was. He was cut off from his team and the quickest way back was through or around the RED Engineer currently at his 4 o'clock. "...Goddammit!" he swore again, turning towards the Engineer, cradling his injured arm. He would either get through or get sent back to Respawn...
[[like for a starter]]
Meet Cute starters
"Well, that's one way to make an entrance." "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to spill coffee all over your shirt!" "Hey, watch where you're going!" "Is this yours? I think you dropped it." "Oh, I thought you were someone else. My bad!" "Excuse me, do you have the time?" "Are you always this clumsy, or did I just get lucky?" "You're not going to believe what just happened to me!" "I'm lost. Can you point me in the right direction?" "Did you just see that? I can't stop laughing!" "Great, just what I needed today." "You're the one who ordered the pizza with pineapple, right?" "Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken." "I was hoping to avoid this elevator small talk, but here we are." "I think you dropped this. It fell out of your bag." "Wow, your dog really likes my sandwich, doesn't he?"
[COLLISION] - The sender accidentally bumps into the receiver, causing both of them to drop their belongings. [HELPING] - The sender helps the receiver pick up the scattered papers after a collision. [CLUMSY] - The sender accidentally spills coffee on the receiver, prompting an apology. [BOOK] - The sender and receiver reach for the same book, sparking a conversation. [DIRECTION] - The sender asks the receiver for directions, initiating a conversation. [SHARED] - The sender and receiver witness a funny incident together. [SEAT] - The sender asks to sit with the receiver due to limited seating.
Need a Hand, or a Handjob? starters
"Hey, I'm really in a bind. Do you think you could lend me a hand?" "I've been so stressed lately. I could use someone to help me relax." "I lost my job and my apartment. I just need a place to crash for a while." "I'm feeling lonely and could use some company tonight." "I need someone to talk to. It's been a rough day." "I'm new in town and don't know anyone. Can you show me around?" "I'm feeling a bit down. Mind cheering me up a bit?" "I'm terrible at cooking. Could you give me a hand in the kitchen?" "I'm going through a tough breakup. Can you be there for me?" "I need a date for this event I have to attend. Are you free?" "I have a leaky faucet. Can you fix it or know someone who can?" "I'm terrible with fashion. Can you help me pick out an outfit for this party?"
It Meant Something to Me starters
"It was just supposed to be fun, [name]. No strings attached." "You can't honestly tell me that meant nothing to you." "I didn't sign up for this emotional rollercoaster, [name]." "Why did you have to complicate everything? We had an agreement." "I thought we were on the same page, [name]. This wasn't part of the deal." "Feelings? That's not what we agreed upon when we started this." "You can't go around pretending everything we did didn't matter, [name]." "I never expected you to fall for me. This was just a game, remember?" "I don't need this drama. Let's just go back to how things were." "You're overreacting, [name]. We agreed this was casual." "Why are you making this so complicated? We were having fun." "I don't want a relationship. Can't we just go back to how it was?" "You're acting like this was some grand love story. It wasn't, [name]." "Feelings weren't part of the plan. This was just supposed to be physical." "I'm not ready for something serious, [name]. Can't you understand that?" "Don't act like I broke your heart. We were just messing around, right?" "I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this." "Let's not complicate things. We both knew what we were getting into."
[CONFESSION] The sender confronts the receiver about their feelings. [RESISTANCE] The sender avoids eye contact and tries to change the subject when feelings are brought up. [RETREAT] The sender emotionally retreats, unwilling to engage in a conversation about the relationship. [APOLOGIZE] The sender apologizes for catching feelings, feeling like they broke the rules. [REASSURANCE] The sender seeks reassurance, wanting to know if the receiver cares beyond the physical. [BREAKUP] The sender suggests ending the arrangement, realizing it has become too complicated. [EXPLANATION] The sender tries to explain that they're not ready for a committed relationship. [CLARITY] The sender seeks clarity, asking if there was any chance for them to be more than casual. [CONFRONTATION] The sender confronts the receiver about seeing them with someone else, triggering unexpected jealousy. [REFUSAL] The sender refuses to acknowledge the emotional side of the relationship. [CLOSURE] The sender seeks closure, asking for a clear answer about what the relationship meant.
Hey artists, C. Spike Trotman, founder of Iron Circus Comics, just posted an invaluable thread on depicting different types of black hair. I’d do the thing where you screencap the whole thread and post it but it’s just too long (which is great because it’s a whole lot of useful information!) Give her a follow while you’re there.
Anyway, go check it out. I just wanted to save it and share it because I didn’t know how much I didn’t know!
This is an amazing resource, not only for artists, but for writers too! I love this!
{ID - tweet from @/Iron_Spike that reads, “Black Hair for Non-Black Artists: a Cheat Sheet Thread. Hi, folks! Just spur-of-the-moment decided to put together some reference for folks who want to draw/model black characters in their work, but arent confident they won’t make simple, obvious mistakes w/r/t black hair. END ID}
I noticed in the comments that some people can’t see the thread, so I took screenshots for y'all!
More will come in reblogs, since tumblr has an image limit
"Anyone need to get there yearly physical before the New Year? Better get in now. I'm off the rest of the year," the BLU Medic said, opening his office door.
"Old enough for the old prostate check, eh? Not that we've built nearly that level of trust yet. Just, uh, promise me you'll come back if you have any signs of painful urination, frequent urination or, uh, difficulty emptying the tank, okay? We'll just call it good to go for now." He smiled and set his folder aside. "Nice and painless, right? Now, do you need a lollipop? Or can I save those for Pyro?"
"Ack! No, thank you, I am good." He determined that he would be able to tell if something went south with his body. "Never fancied that sort of treatment." Jack knew it was probably good for him to get checked by a medical professional, and the other wasn't even suggesting he catch up on his missing vaccines, but the doc was right. The sniper didn't trust him at all.
"Nah, don't like the stuff. Bad for my teeth. Thanks though." Jack made quick work of putting himself back together, slipping the dagger back into his boot.
"Don't tell Pyro, but they're sugar free." He smiled and rode his stool over to his filing cabinet, dropping the file into the drawer. "I'll put you down for a six months follow up. It'll give me time to track down your medical records on file. Or, probably more likely, force the other Medics to hand them over at gunpoint. ...I don't think the last one I met even went to medical school. Might have burned one down, but certainly didn't attend one."
Jack huffed. He'd probably end up missing that one as usual. They only said he needed to complete ONE to avoid being fired. Jokes on them, he read the fine print. In this line of work, you really should be doing that ALWAYS. "Pssh, good fuckin' luck getting my records from the other medics. Most of them want me dead." The sniper snickered.
"Dead? Well, that's just silly. ...I thought they were trying to steal organs, judging by the one that keeps trying to kidnap me. He's always threatening to torture me. Him and the other one that keeps trying to add extra parts. I've just been ignoring them, but I think they're getting more creative..." He was also starting to think they were getting more than a curiosity fix out of it, which, honestly, was weirder than the Frankenstein vibes they were giving off on a typical day.
"Yeah well they hate me." He shrugged helplessly. "Not sure why, but they do. One of them is psychotic so it's no surprise. The other... I think he just has something against snipers. Don't blame em, really." Jack sighed.
Joshua just shrugged. "Meh. I don't like most of the people here, but I'm a professional. I don't let my personal feelings get in the way of my duties."
He laughed harshly. "Man, wouldn't that be something."
He just shrugged. "I just came here to get my kid. Since he refuses to leave, I'm kind of stuck here. It's... sort of the principle of the thing. Can't have him out-stubborn me, so, here I stay." With a smile, he reached for another blank folder. "In the meantime, I have a job to do. Can't just take these people's money and sit around with my thumbs in my butt, right?"
"Anyone need to get there yearly physical before the New Year? Better get in now. I'm off the rest of the year," the BLU Medic said, opening his office door.
"Old enough for the old prostate check, eh? Not that we've built nearly that level of trust yet. Just, uh, promise me you'll come back if you have any signs of painful urination, frequent urination or, uh, difficulty emptying the tank, okay? We'll just call it good to go for now." He smiled and set his folder aside. "Nice and painless, right? Now, do you need a lollipop? Or can I save those for Pyro?"
"Ack! No, thank you, I am good." He determined that he would be able to tell if something went south with his body. "Never fancied that sort of treatment." Jack knew it was probably good for him to get checked by a medical professional, and the other wasn't even suggesting he catch up on his missing vaccines, but the doc was right. The sniper didn't trust him at all.
"Nah, don't like the stuff. Bad for my teeth. Thanks though." Jack made quick work of putting himself back together, slipping the dagger back into his boot.
"Don't tell Pyro, but they're sugar free." He smiled and rode his stool over to his filing cabinet, dropping the file into the drawer. "I'll put you down for a six months follow up. It'll give me time to track down your medical records on file. Or, probably more likely, force the other Medics to hand them over at gunpoint. ...I don't think the last one I met even went to medical school. Might have burned one down, but certainly didn't attend one."
Jack huffed. He'd probably end up missing that one as usual. They only said he needed to complete ONE to avoid being fired. Jokes on them, he read the fine print. In this line of work, you really should be doing that ALWAYS. "Pssh, good fuckin' luck getting my records from the other medics. Most of them want me dead." The sniper snickered.
"Dead? Well, that's just silly. ...I thought they were trying to steal organs, judging by the one that keeps trying to kidnap me. He's always threatening to torture me. Him and the other one that keeps trying to add extra parts. I've just been ignoring them, but I think they're getting more creative..." He was also starting to think they were getting more than a curiosity fix out of it, which, honestly, was weirder than the Frankenstein vibes they were giving off on a typical day.
"Yeah well they hate me." He shrugged helplessly. "Not sure why, but they do. One of them is psychotic so it's no surprise. The other... I think he just has something against snipers. Don't blame em, really." Jack sighed.
Joshua just shrugged. "Meh. I don't like most of the people here, but I'm a professional. I don't let my personal feelings get in the way of my duties."
"Anyone need to get there yearly physical before the New Year? Better get in now. I'm off the rest of the year," the BLU Medic said, opening his office door.
"Old enough for the old prostate check, eh? Not that we've built nearly that level of trust yet. Just, uh, promise me you'll come back if you have any signs of painful urination, frequent urination or, uh, difficulty emptying the tank, okay? We'll just call it good to go for now." He smiled and set his folder aside. "Nice and painless, right? Now, do you need a lollipop? Or can I save those for Pyro?"
"Ack! No, thank you, I am good." He determined that he would be able to tell if something went south with his body. "Never fancied that sort of treatment." Jack knew it was probably good for him to get checked by a medical professional, and the other wasn't even suggesting he catch up on his missing vaccines, but the doc was right. The sniper didn't trust him at all.
"Nah, don't like the stuff. Bad for my teeth. Thanks though." Jack made quick work of putting himself back together, slipping the dagger back into his boot.
"Don't tell Pyro, but they're sugar free." He smiled and rode his stool over to his filing cabinet, dropping the file into the drawer. "I'll put you down for a six months follow up. It'll give me time to track down your medical records on file. Or, probably more likely, force the other Medics to hand them over at gunpoint. ...I don't think the last one I met even went to medical school. Might have burned one down, but certainly didn't attend one."
Jack huffed. He'd probably end up missing that one as usual. They only said he needed to complete ONE to avoid being fired. Jokes on them, he read the fine print. In this line of work, you really should be doing that ALWAYS. "Pssh, good fuckin' luck getting my records from the other medics. Most of them want me dead." The sniper snickered.
"Dead? Well, that's just silly. ...I thought they were trying to steal organs, judging by the one that keeps trying to kidnap me. He's always threatening to torture me. Him and the other one that keeps trying to add extra parts. I've just been ignoring them, but I think they're getting more creative..." He was also starting to think they were getting more than a curiosity fix out of it, which, honestly, was weirder than the Frankenstein vibes they were giving off on a typical day.
"Anyone need to get there yearly physical before the New Year? Better get in now. I'm off the rest of the year," the BLU Medic said, opening his office door.
"Old enough for the old prostate check, eh? Not that we've built nearly that level of trust yet. Just, uh, promise me you'll come back if you have any signs of painful urination, frequent urination or, uh, difficulty emptying the tank, okay? We'll just call it good to go for now." He smiled and set his folder aside. "Nice and painless, right? Now, do you need a lollipop? Or can I save those for Pyro?"
"Ack! No, thank you, I am good." He determined that he would be able to tell if something went south with his body. "Never fancied that sort of treatment." Jack knew it was probably good for him to get checked by a medical professional, and the other wasn't even suggesting he catch up on his missing vaccines, but the doc was right. The sniper didn't trust him at all.
"Nah, don't like the stuff. Bad for my teeth. Thanks though." Jack made quick work of putting himself back together, slipping the dagger back into his boot.
"Don't tell Pyro, but they're sugar free." He smiled and rode his stool over to his filing cabinet, dropping the file into the drawer. "I'll put you down for a six months follow up. It'll give me time to track down your medical records on file. Or, probably more likely, force the other Medics to hand them over at gunpoint. ...I don't think the last one I met even went to medical school. Might have burned one down, but certainly didn't attend one."