Dead Man Walking

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[nichtschaden]

Selective Multiverse/fandom/ship RP blog for a German medic OC, Fritz Finitzer. He has coffee, medical training, sarcasm, the audacity, and these hands. A living disaster at 6'4 tall, with blue eyes, black hair, and aviator glasses. Can get the job done, could work on bedside manners. Face claim is Tom Hiddleston. Main blog for @fallenangelwings and @nichtsehen.

Rules | Memes | IC writing Verses: TF2 | Overwatch | Supernatural Other muses SPN Castiel | SPN OC Bern | MCU Loki Mun is 30+ | Written by Bowie Scene art by @thedovahcat Portrait by @umber-penumbra

[do-re-miracle]

What if you made up a guy who suffered suffered suffered suffered suffered suffered

[nichtschaden]

positivity fairy! 🧚✨ name two mutuals you love, & two mutuals you can't wait to interact with more!

/// oh man, well. Two of my faves from back when this blog was firing on all cylinders were @mxcreed and @chronal-anomaly for sure. They put up with the Lore and let this dumbass OC into the canon space like he belonged there.

For can't wait to interact with more with Fritz specifically, I'm gonna throw out Dixon's kids at @garglemyballsack / @bloodsalted and also throw out @cart4r because Carter and Mark Greene would be so fun. Both phenomenonal writers you should follow if you aren't already.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[nichtschaden]

Supernatural verse starters | accepting

liked for a starter | @gravegotten

It was by chance. By complete chance. Blink, and he would have missed it. It had been weeks ago, but he couldn't get the face out of his head. Out of his mind. It lived there with its own private zipcode, and he hadn't had time to do anything about it. There was a plane to catch, and all Fritz could do was turn his head and watch two people enter a home from the window of a car.

Weeks later, and there he was, at the front door of that house. Mouth dry as he made himself knock. He had to know. He had to put it to bed. If he was wrong, it was a second vacation in a place that threatened to steam his German skin right off. The stranger Lucy opened the door to was taller than her by several inches. Ice blue eyes behind aviator frames. Pale skin and black hair. "Hi. Sorry to bother you," his words carried a light German accent, and it was a genuine fight not to try to look past her into the home, "but I'm looking for someone, and I think she was here last month. About this tall," he held his hand more than a foot below his, "skinny, brown hair mostly shaved, fair-skinned. I think she was in jeans and a red plaid shirt. I-I don't know what her name is, but it's important that I find her."

[nichtschaden]

Random starter | @chronal-anomaly

Lena's room was dark, and the lights clicked on to reveal it wasn't empty. The spare bunk was occupied by the familiar outline of the former Blackwatch medic, and Fritz's eyes snapped open with a closed-mouth groan at the sudden illumination. They squeezed shut just as quick, and he let his head fall back against the pillow, still fully dressed from the night before.

"... Sorry. I was hiding from Morrison. Didn't think he'd look for me here." Fritz's voice was groggy and rough, and he scrubbed both hands down his face before squinting at the pilot. Or rather, the blurred smear that was Lena without his aviator glasses, or tactical visor. "How'd it go, are you in one piece?" Fritz pushed himself up with a wince, "or do I need to get off my ass and do my job?"

[leneemusing]

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS 

❝  i only want you.  ❞

❝  i don’t need anyone else.  i just…you.  you’re all i need.  ❞

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞

❝  i think about anything happening to you and i— i just.  i fucking lose it.  ❞

❝  you don’t understand.  i need you safe.  not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger.  ❞

❝  no one is ever gonna get near you again,  you hear me?  ❞

❝  i won’t let you get hurt.  i promise.  and i don’t make empty promises.  ❞

❝  turn around.  you don’t need to see this part.  ❞

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞

❝  you can’t get all worked up every time something happens to me.  that’s just life.  you’re not always gonna be able to protect me from it.  ❞

❝  no one else understands me.  but you do.  you always do.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i’m the best person for you,  i don’t.  but i do know i’m the one that can keep you safe  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  it’s over.  it’s done.  we’re okay.  ❞

❝  who the fuck made you cry i’ll fucking rip their head off.  ❞ 

❝  i know you’ve always got my back.  ❞

❝  please,  let me take care of you this time.  you’re always protecting me but it tears me up inside every time you get hurt because of it.  ❞

❝  can you make everyone else just go away?  i know they mean well but i just want to be alone—  alone with you i mean.  ❞

❝  i know when you’re here,  the real monsters can’t touch me.  ❞

❝   oh,  i am one of the monsters.  but that just means i can keep all the other monsters from ever hurting you again. ❞ 

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞

❝  we keep each other safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  ❞

❝  i killed them for you.  i know you could’ve done it yourself,  but you shouldn’t have to.  ❞

❝   i love you because i know how capable you are.  and i show that love by making sure you don’t have to be the one to always do the hard things.  ❞

❝   i’m gonna make them regret ever even thinking about laying a hand on you.  ❞

❝  tell me what you want me to do.  i’ll do it.  whatever you want.  ❞

❝  i love you just like this.  i love you when you touch me gently like no one else ever has.  and i love you when your hands are bloody and your knuckles are bruised. ❞

❝  please,  just let me protect you.  ❞

❝  are you hurt?  did they hurt you?  ❞

❝  wait,  stop you’re bleeding.  ❞

❝  did you just wince?  where are you hurt?  ❞

❝  i need you in my life.  i’m not used to that—  needing people.  but i do need you.  ❞

❝  you make me feel things i’m not used to feeling.  ❞

❝  why do you let me close when you’re always driving everyone else away?  ❞

❝   you’re mine.  and i protect what’s mine.  ❞

❝  thank you for always being here for me.  ❞

❝  you see things in me that i didn’t even know where there.  ❞

❝  that’s enough.  let’s go home.  ❞

❝  i’m okay now.  i’m safe.  you don’t have to be angry anymore.  ❞

❝  please stop—  this is scaring me. ❞

❝  you don’t have to do this for me.  ❞

❝   hey stop— stop!  look at me.  they’re dead now.  you can stop.  ❞

❝  i have to make an example outta them so no one else tries to hurt you again.  ❞

❝  killing for you is easy.  it’s right.  it feels natural.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver. 

[ TWO ]  for receiver to take a bullet for sender. 

[ THREE ]  for sender to protect receiver and then carry them to safety. 

[ FOUR ]  for receiver to protect sender and then carry them to safety. 

[ FIVE ]  for sender to witness receiver get hurt which sends them into a violent rage.

[ SIX ]  for receiver to witness sender get hurt which sends them into a violent rage. 

[ SEVEN ]  for sender to be hurt trying to protect receiver which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ EIGHT ]   for receiver to be hurt trying to protect sender which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ NINE ]  for sender to have violently protected receiver,  so receiver kisses them to calm them down. 

[ TEN ]  for receiver to have violently protected sender,  so sender kisses them to calm them down. 

[ ELEVEN ]  for sender to carefully approach receiver in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ TWELVE ]  for receiver to carefully approach sender in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ THIRTEEN ]  sender was kidnapped,  receiver shows up to save them.  

[ FOURTEEN ]  receiver was kidnapped,  sender shows up to save them.  

[ FIFTEEN ]  sender executes a third party in front of receiver because that person hurt them. 

[ SIXTEEN ]  receiver executes a third party in front of sender because that person hurt them. 

[ SEVENTEEN ]  sender thinks they’re alone but receiver comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ EIGHTEEN ]   receiver thinks they’re alone but sender comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ NINETEEN ]  sender has been devastated by something.  receiver holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY ]  receiver has been devastated by something.  sender holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY-ONE ]  sender thought receiver died so they set out to get revenge.  receiver shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far.  

[ TWENTY-TWO ]  receiver thought sender died so they set out to get revenge.  sender shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far. 

[ TWENTY-THREE ]  sender is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to receiver.  receiver gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FOUR ]  receiver is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to sender.  sender gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FIVE ]  for sender to have receiver stand by somewhere safe where they can watch sender kill on their behalf. 

[ TWENTY-SIX ]  for receiver to have sender stand by somewhere safe where they can watch receiver kill on their behalf. 

[fallenangelwings]

AND MY EYES DON’T RECOGNIZE YOU NO MORE. FOR  REASONS UNKNOWN

Castiel | Ind. Canon-divergent | @fallenangelwings

Bernadette | Supernatural OC | @nichtsehen

Fritz | Multifandom medic OC | @nichtschaden

Loki | MCU Canon-divergent | @theprisonerofasgard

Multimuse | SPN, MCU, more | @fracturedlayers

Blog banners by @bloodsalted Mun is 30+ | Hellsite RP veteran since 2011 written by Bowie

[garglemyballsack]

@nichtschaden || random starter || for youuuu!

two days after soldier boy dropped off some poor son of a bitch that got caught in the crossfire of a fight he never should've walked in on--and miraculously wasn't torn to shreds by either supe, soldier boy's waiting for fritz to walk out the door rather than meet him inside.

there might be more to 'poor son of a bitch' than his projected lack of giving a shit might be trying to broadcast. mixed in with a follow up? that person might've been someone who meant more than some dumb ass who should've kept himself out of the line of fire. not his responsibility. only he made it his, and thus, fritz's. with a very strictly implied, don't fuck this up before they parted ways.

hmmm..

two and two are not equaling four for anyone who would judge him at face value. eh. if that's the good doctor's choice, he can chalk it off too. gives him no other reason not to.

"doc. owe you a beer for digging that guy out of the grave he was headin' towards the other night." voice is whiskey and gravel and hiding a tension that plays out upon broad shoulders encased in green. hidden out of view by layers. don't read too much into it. might go cross-eyed.

[nichtschaden]

That had been one of the longest unexpected nights of his life. How and why the man had known about his off the books clinic, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. All Fritz had known was his door had been kicked in, and in had stormed that man with a bloodied bastard in his arms. If he'd wanted to leave him and bail? That was too damn bad, because Fritz needed the extra set of hands, and he'd barked orders like he had the authority. Do you want him to die!? Then squeeze this fucking bag until I tell you to stop! More of the same while Fritz worked like a madman to get the victim stable enough to survive a ride to the hospital. The moment he seemed in the clear, Fritz told Soldier Boy to get back in his vehicle, they were going to the ER. Do you want this to be for nothing? Then DRIVE!

The German had stayed in the backseat with the patient, and he made it to the ambulance bay. Fritz didn't know if his savior stayed or left, he followed his patient to the trauma room and remained until he made it up to surgery. The ER residents had questions, like how the hell did you find this guy? Saw him get jumped in an alley. Just lucky I guess.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his green trench coat, Fritz had already turned the corner by the time a familiar voice ground his strides to a halt. The hematologist was exhausted, and for a moment, he just let a heavy sigh deflate his shoulders. "You owe me a door." Fritz turned at last, and the bags under his eyes were evident beneath aviator frames. Even bent by fatigue, he still stood taller than Soldier Boy. "... And something stronger than beer, if that's on the table." Despite the dryness to his tone, he glanced left and right to see that no one was watching before joining the man in his off the path spot. "You are lucky I used to be a paramedic. To tell you the truth, I forgot how much I missed it... You friend is still in ICU, but they're confident he'll be alright."

[nichtschaden]

/// I miss this dumbass disaster of a doctor, does anyone want him

[nichtschaden]

/// watching ER and the Pitt like got damn am I unqualified to write a doctor

[rpdepartment]

                                ᴜsᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ

                 (  and if that don’t work, ᴜsᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴜɴ   )

[which-ocs]

Which OC has this hat?

[cart4r]

Independent 𝐃𝐑. 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 from 𝐄𝐑. Some canon divergence to include present-day settings, primarily focusing on Season 3. Includes AU verses from The Pitt. Happy to set threads in other locations. OC, AU, multi-muse && crossover friendly. Also available to write on Discord. 21+

[rpmemes-galore]

send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation:

feel free to specify which muse is in which role

( fury ) : incredibly angry

( hostage ) : held captive for ransom 

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia 

( tears ) : sobbing openly, unable to stop

( haunted ) : trapped in a haunted house

( fall ) : having fallen off a cliff or tall tower 

( hungry ) : half starved and malnourished

( splash ) : having fallen into a body of water 

( ends ) : having just broken off a relationship

( defend ) : unconscious as the result of a fight

( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep

( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror

( ER ) : in the hospital after an injury of some kind

( tall ) : stuck somewhere too tall for them to get down 

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

( soak ) : shivering and drenched to the bone in a rainstorm 

( shipwreck ) :  unconscious / injured, washed up on a beach

 ( student ) : getting extremely frustrated while learning new skill

( exhausted ) : too tired to stay standing, too stubborn to lie down

( lost ) : wandering in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where they are 

( party pooper ) : alone, surrounded by party decor after no one else showed up

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning 

[stuckinapril]

I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance

[stuckinapril]

wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!

[exussus]

Carter knew what it was like. He'd never claim that Benton was a bad doctor, he was one of the best, one that John had learned a great deal from, maybe more than he would from anyone else, but it also came with a caveat. Being held at arms length, the bluntness, the coldness, the harshness, always being barked at as if he couldn't do anything right even when he did a good job. It was just something he'd had to get used to, but something that not all of the residents had been able to.

In a twisted sense, maybe John had been lucky in that he already knew what it was like. He'd already lived his twenty five years of being ignored, treated distantly by his own mother, it was just another chapter in that book.

But it often came as a shock to others who weren't accustomed to Benton's manner, mostly rubbing them the wrong way. As he saw for himself when the expected shape in the doorway had been his mentor and not him. "Benton giving you a hard time?" Carter asked as he leaned against the doorframe looking in at Fritz, head leaning to the side to rest against the wooden frame. "He means well, it's just..." He wasn't even sure how to finish that sentence, instead standing upright again and stepping inside. "Sure, I can help." He couldn't spare the amount of time that he'd like to, but he was still happy to help. It just meant he'd have to work faster when he headed back downstairs. It wouldn't be the first occurence and likely wouldn't be the last.

[nichtschaden]

"You'd think I'd not only injured everyone downstairs myself—" Fritz barely implemented one test before grabbing a sample for another, "but also divined this would happen..." lightning fast notes on one chart and then the next, "and personally sent home every warm body who could do my job—" a printed sheet was ripped off a machine, "to ensure as many casualties as possible." The printout was typed and sent, and the cycle began anew. Fritz looked up at last, and found Carter looked about as exhausted as he did.

"Nevermind, I forgot you're his student. I'd never hear the end of it if I kept you, you're the only one he likes." Fritz scrubbed the sheen from his forehead with a forearm and went back to work. "What, ah-" He swallowed, and scrunched his eyes shut a moment, like that would hold back the building caffeine headache from being too damn busy to nurse his addiction, "What test, what patient did he send you for, I'll get it done." It wasn't as if he enjoyed delaying patient care, but he was, tragically, still human. The results were handed over as soon as he was able, and enough tests had been started that Fritz felt he could afford the fourteen and a half seconds it'd take to make an absolute fool of himself.

"Hey, Carter, um—" Fritz glanced over his shoulder at the med student's retreating back, half an incredulous smile on his face at his own audacity. "I'm sorry if this is too forward, but. Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a drink? I know right now I look like I crawled out of purgatory, but I swear I clean up nice."