#blumxdic

[gunshowsandsurveillance]

@blumxdic

“Hello, Medic. Did you also want some new weapons? Pyro and Heavy have both asked and I figure, ‘why not get it out of the way and see if anyone else wanted something new?’”

She had a small clipboard, faintly tapping her pen on it. “If you did, it’s no guarantee because the Administrator determines that, but it’s good to know for the future.”

[rapidrecovery-a]

Some Other You!

{AU-Stuck} || Open

Dragon Age {Inquisition}

The tavern was warm that night.

The low drumming of boots against the wooden floor mingling with the plucky voice of the lute and her player. Jaunty shouts echoing for each battle one that day; for each live or town saved in a split second act of heroism that each believed deserved to be written in the tomes of history. Each patron of the bar too deep into celebrations or their drink to pick a fight.

It was as if the Golden City had opened its doors to the weary and worn if even just for the night. The people here had won the fight of the day. They had survived another day with the sky being torn open.

They deserved this, and the woman couldn’t have agreed more.

“Nice to see us little people able to enjoy ourselves for once,” The half-elf beamed, leaning back in her seat with a grin pressed against her lips. Her mace ever at her side; leaning against the same chair. A blue gaze shifted towards her table-mate for the night. “Guessin’ by the numbers here, you managed to patch up most’a ‘em up okay.”

Everything had gone weird ever since the hole in the sky had opened up. There was more demand for her and her friends’ services which in itself wasn’t a bad thing. (Andraste knew that this woman in particular loved putting the rich tits ‘above them’ in their place.) But, there was just too many of her people (the little people; civilians, soldiers fighting for scraps, those on the streets fighting to see the next day) getting hurt with all of this nonsense. Making everything more complicated than needed; creating grey areas that she didn’t need, but that’s why she was here.

She was going to do what she could to help set the world straight again.

But it was good to take the little victories where they could be afforded, and tonight was one of those nights as evidenced by the half filled glass on her side of the table. A little victory for the little people; that’s what made the tavern warm that night.

[zhat-medic]

@blumxdic

“Are you here to volunteer your body to cool science?”

“Hooh! If you’re not zhen I have to kill you. Vell, I don’t have to but you’re in RED territory during cease-fire. If I don’t kill you it vill seem like ve are comrades. Zhat vould lead to us having to kill each ahzher anyvay!”

[sharpsuitsandknives-blog]

"No, no, no. Ve are going back to plan A.”

  “Medic, there is a reason why we went off of plan A! Plan A was merde!”

[askblupatriot]

Some tf2 positivity I drew for a friend, posting here in case they are on the tumblr late at night.

[ncvabcrn-archive]

@blumxdic (Because their asks arent sending)

“GhHHHHFFFFFF--”

And now she’s struggling to get away from this fuck. Ew, no. “--FUCK OFFA ME, SHITCHEESE!”

[psycoustiic-blog]

"Your labcoat is tacky." [ blumxdic ]

     he looks him, up and down. there’s a note of laughter, and ‘matter-of-fact’ in his reply.

     “um — this is a business casual labcoat, and modacrylic is very in this season, actually. you might wanna look into that sometime”

[mathematicalscars-archive]

🍺 [ blumxdic ]

[ » ]—RP starters: My muse is drunk,send me a ‘🍺 ‘ to see what my muse has to say about yours..

     “Heilige Scheiße! Schauen Sie sich diese Ficker.”     He lets out a small cackle, snorting slightly as he moves to cover his hand with his mouth; only amplifying the snorting laughter as he fails to cover, but rather cup a hand around his face. His lisp starts to become more obvious, and his words slur as he speaks.

     “No name, no age... he’s so lost--haha! Und a pathetic bonesaw. I could kick his ass. Where’s this loth-ser stationed? I want to slam his score on the Bestenliste.”