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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
SURPRISE! Chapter 6 is up!
Seven won’t take long. Finally Medic meets Heavy…or, well, Misha
These are just my theories, I have no one to tell them to, so I'll write them for you, please forgive me.
And forgive me if I allow myself too much.
After seeing your art with the wounded Medic, I started thinking about this. I think, no, I'm sure the Medic is the one who will say he's fine even with five bullets in his chest and Spy's knife in his back. Plus, many (I'm guilty of this too) headcanon that this man lives on his love of science and caffeine, working day and night + he doesn't take care of himself if he's sick. (I'm still sure that in the original comic he fainted after his resurrection, because, BRO, you have two bullets in your chest. TWO.) He also argues with Heavy when the latter tries to pick him up (at least he did at first), and the gentle giant only manages to do it when Herbert can no longer move from weakness or fatigue (or both). And considering how often the Medic is the victim and target of everyone on the battlefield, he often gets hit hard. So he suffers a lot, but there are FEW fanfics and art about it.
P.S Your style is simply amazing🙏 When I saw your hurt Medic, my eyes were blessed🥹😭 Just as always
You are not bothering or anything! My ask box is always open for ya!
I admit, I enjoy the "Medic does not take care of himself enough" trope too! I think its because Medic is extremely competent, hard working and tbh, dominant character. So, have him being taken care of/in trouble/in pain is like a treat. Ah. A delight!!! MORE! Ahem
Also, as a Medic player, I admit my gameplay supports this. I will keep healing people with low health because Medic can self heal (slowly but still). More often than not I will end up dead because of this lol. I always forget to bother Heavies for sandvich so when one throws one at me, I usually go "oh! Oh look at that, I'm low on hp LOL"
I also headcanon that Medic's self healing is a thing in the uhh story? Not just in game. He's been exposed to his medibeam and experiments so much that he can recover. But it's slow so the situations in the battle field end up being like this:
ALSO you reminded me that I drew this a little while ago when I asked for Heavymedic prompts:
Thank you for sharing your thoughts <3 I love talking about Medic
WE SHOULD ALL HURT MEDIC MORE.
In another universe?
More for the AU…
Imagine a world where everybody from a very young age is taught the basics of phonology and syntax and encouraged to make their own personal conlang for their private thoughts,
and by the time they're teenagers it's so impenetrable and convoluted that trying to read someone else's personal notes is in the same position as the Japanese cryptographers trying to follow Navajo code-talkers,
and the most intimate thing you can possibly do with anyone is teach them your secret language
(and then people are scrambling to rewrite their conjugation tables so their exes can't read their stuff anymore)
Public Domain Conlangs
The concept of copyright and conlangs can be tricky but many, especially more modern ones do fall into copyrighted territory. Like im sure you can get away with your characters speaking klingon idk as a joke or in a throwaway line but if its an integral part of your story "oh heres aliens who speak klingon" id imagine Paramount wouldnt be too happy.
Klingon and Dothraki are also trademarks so thats a no go.
So what can you use? if you were so inclined?
Well older conlangs like Esperanto or Ido were made in the 1800s and are therefore fair game in fact one of the reasons Esperanto is among the most successful conlangs is because it could be freely adapted and changed over time.
Balaibalan, one of the earliest conlangs ever recorded which was made sometime between the 14th and 16th century. It was meant to be the word of god. If you wanna know more I recommend this video.
Enochian, created by John Dee in 1583. This one was made to be like angelic speech. Here's another video if you wanna learn about that one.
While not a conlang, I'd be remiss if I didnt mention Hildegard of Bingen, the german nun who lived from 1098 to 1179. She made an alternative alphabet which is called Lingua ignota. She's kind of the patron saint of conlangers, I love her.
Those things could fit right in your works and def can be used freely.
Conlanging is a fairly new thing in the grand scheme of things, historically it was often in connection to religion as you can see by the examples but from the 1800s onwards things like Esperanto came onto the scene then the works of Tolkien which inspired more and more and of course like many things exploded with the internet.
Today conlangs are quite common especially in tv shows and movies, often studios hire linguists to make a language for them like the aforementioned Klingon or Dothraki.
The "Sam held Frodo's hand but didn't kiss it" specification becomes way more funnier when you remember it's Frodo writing the book. It's Frodo Baggins wasting his paper and time and ink to mention that Sam didn't kiss his hand for some reason. He can't understand if he is vaguely mad, sad or confused about it, but he had to mention it. He had to specify. Why didn't Sam kiss his hand, really?
OH MY GOD. OHH MY GOD. IM WATCHING A CONLANG VIDEO AND THIS GUY JUST PULLS UP WITH /THIS/
NONLINEAR GRAMMAR ?!?!? !!!!!!!!!! ?!?!?!! iii ii i i. i need. to make a poem with this.
Trying to bring a little motion to some of Shirahama's beautiful pages.
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Equiping an armor tutorial
i'll prob make more bc i love talking ab armors
bring your ugly to work day
If you were going to mysteriously disappear and presumably die in the wilderness in a way that would baffle the media and netizens for decades to come, where would you choose to vanish from? Are you like an Appalachian mountains person or a southeastern swamp person or a southwestern desert person or a vast prairie sort of guy? Personally, I think I’d go Pacific Northwest but not like Oregon or Washington, I’d go Alaska or British Columbia because these are rugged and sparsely populated areas I have zero experience with or connections too, I feel like they’re both certified classic disappearance spots for depressed white guys in their 20s and the RCMP and Alaska State Troopers are both so fucking inept and bad at their jobs that I could walk 5 feet off a trail in any direction and it would be a mystery forever.
Finnish folk poetry is fun in the way where making alliterations is more important than making things rhyme, or keeping details consistent. As a matter of fact, describing the same thing in two different or even contradicting details is occasionally just a way of stating that the exact detail of how and what it was doesn't matter, the mutual overlap between the two statements is the main point. Like if a poem describes the same event twice
A swan of golden feathers rose from a lake A silver-backed wigeon waded from the river Ate trees, ate stone, ate beasts of the woods Drank dry the wells and swamps, drank the sap from trees
It's not specifically about a swan or wigeon, nor one of each, and neither is the colour of the feathers specifically important. It doesn't matter whether it burst out of the water like a jumping fish, or waded out like a person - nor whether it was a lake or a river. And the list of things that it ate or would drink isn't specific or exclusive. All that this segment is saying is
"A waterfowl (of some kind) with splendid, supernaturally brilliant plumage, emerged from a natural body of water (of some kind), and devoured the entire goddamn physical world. The whole thing."
I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.
you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.