#ansyn jreg

[eztk]

[seven9s10s]

ok but consider: street medic ancom. the others dont know this.

its inherently the most anarchistic communistic thing innit? helping your fellow revolutionairies when they need it through medicine. raising them up when they fall.

qui convinces anpac to train quem, and she agrees fairly easily. eventually, some of the other anarchists join them in lessons, to the point where theyve all got at least a smattering of medical knowledge, but anpac and ancom are the most proficient.

commie comes with quem to a protest for the first time, and is surprised to see quem gearing up with medical gear.

“what are you doing, anarkitty?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed as ancom straps a bright pink “MEDIC” badge onto quis arm, a gift from anqueer, the coloring so it’d stand out from the rest of quis color scheme. anqueer has a matching green one.

“im a street medic, yknow? helping my fellow person, n all that? fucking pigs and their weapons.” ancom says, ignoring commie’s quizzical stare.

“hm. i did not know you had formal combat training of any sort.”

ancom just snorts and shakes quis head. “theres a lot you dont know about me, red.”

“then i hope to learn more as our partnership grows.”

and ancom smiles, sharp teeth glinting. “lets go bash some fash, yeah, red?”

during the centricide, ancap found out when he’d gotten a nasty burn attempting some toast. hes curled into himself swearing, staring at the absolutely horrific burn forming on his hand. itd heal within a few weeks, with how strong his ideology was becoming, but it still bothered him. it was unbecoming.

“oi, stonks, whats on fi-oh. you.”

“im on fire!?” ancap squawks, desperately tapping his suit with his non-singed hand.

“holy shit dude, i meant your hand is fucked up, calm down. hold on, ill go get some shit to help with the healing process. and get that ice off of it or so help me marx.”

and ancom retreats, and ancap initially assumes thatll be it, but minutes later qui comes back with a first aid kit, hops onto the countertop, and later offers him a lollipop while qui wraps the burn.

its lemon.

his favorite.

anyways this was my brain on street medic ancom, no im not adding a blueman addition, and i wrote this on my phone, so it might have weird formatting lol. got some doodles of this au i might post later!

[lettucefather]

shitpost status: a picture? In motion?? Less likely than you think.

[lambbrains]

“And later, I'll grow flowers in your absence, then go shower in more absinth”

[seven9s10s]

post post-left

has nobody considered how being post-left affected ancom/ansyn? like imagine you get fucked up, become someone new, leave someone you love, meet new people who love this new you, but you feel like you barely love them, and while you felt that belonging you yearned for with them you know the one that truly belongs isn't truly you, it's a wraith of a tired person.

but now, all you are is that tired person again. its not that you wanted that. it's that this is all you know. so the blood will thrum in your ears, but scars adorning your face now mark that you are a new person. that you will never be the same again.

you don't know who you miss more. the living or the ghost.

[seven9s10s]

commie having some realizations during combat training

alt title: ancom watched black widow

this was originally gonna have ancoms full body in frame but i didnt like the way that it looked so i CROPPED IT OUT! normal and thigh high version bc i thought that was a good addition

[eztk]

more of commie's tits <3

[eztk]

dancing