Discover Top Posts Tagged with #medic2

Popular Recent

MEDIC #2 IS MY DOCTOR

Me:So yeah I had this doctor who look like medic and scout.

Trixisspy:Really?

Me:Yeah and it was a physical so you know

Trixisspy:He had to touch your body?

Me:...yeah

Trixisspy:OMG YOU KNOW MEDIC#2 RIGHT?

Me:Yeah

Trixisspy:HE'S YOUR DOCTOR.

Me:But the best part was that his name was Doctor Louis

Trixisspy:OMG XD

#tf2 #medic2 #skype #L4D #trixisspy #skype stories

First Day

When everything is new, you have nothing to draw on when you come across it. There is no fear, but only because you do not understand the concept of fear. It is foreign to you the way color and objects and beasts and man are foreign. Your eyes are wide, drinking in information while the strange things draw close and lift your sturdy frame and a sensation travels through your body. you feel where they are touching you but you do not understand. You follow the touch and a shiver runs through your body because the air is not the same as you and you feel the minute hairs raise to ward off cold.

You are dragged without resistance to a place that is unknown and they set you down. Your head lolls because you have not the inclination or knowledge that it can be moved as you stare with wide, wondering eyes. A device is strapped to your head and you are forced to look straight in front of you while they cram as much knowledge as possible into the empty well that is your brain.

You are released hours later, a distressing feeling emanating from the body that you don't know or understand. A mental search through your newfound knowledge pulls up many ailments, some worse than others, and you feel fear for the first time. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest and your breath hitches. You don't know what to do because they taught you so much, but only the field of medicine. You do not even know how to ask for help.

One of the things comes and the pressure returns, tugging your hand to follow. It is different from the others, smaller and a slightly different shape to it. It makes you stop and does something to you; the discomfort that made you shiver is now gone, replaced by a feeling of restriction. You look down at yourself for the first time and realise you look like the things that were lifting you and teaching you.

The small thing that looks different and the same as you and the other things that are not you takes you to a room and sits you down. It takes your arm and a needle and sticks it in the vein of your arm before laying you down and you feel strange. You look up at the ceiling and wait. The feeling gradually fades, but there is a different feeling.

It slowly builds, a pressure deep and low and it gets to be terrible, but you are alone and you do not understand and you lay there waiting for those things that look like you but are not you. You do not understand, so you stay where you are. Eventually the feeling gets too big and then goes away. A different feeling replaces it, dampness, but you don't know what it is so you ignore it.

One comes, different from the small one and the ones that lifted you. It's eyes are in front of its face, shining in the light as it looks at you. Something about it makes the feeling of cold and fear appear again and you shiver. It makes a sound and then makes a strange movement.

It repeats the action, raising its voice, and you try to move away. It makes a different noise, even louder and you go still. It then makes the first noise again, quieter, but it makes you anxious. You swallow reflexively and shift closer. It makes the gesture again and you stand, walking over unsteadily without another thing to support you. It makes several noises at you and you look at it dully. It makes sharp noises and turns away, walking off without you. You follow because you want to know what it is doing.

It turns suddenly and makes noises and you look at it blankly. It growls and grabs you, the pressure painful and making you try to pull away. It stays though and you are pulled too fast as you are taken to a thing that is different from the others, sitting with their hands in front of their face and making your heart clench. You hear the exchange, loud noises from the thing that looks more like you and quiet ones from the things that looks like and unlike you.

You are taken somewhere again and strapped into a device again and more knowledge in pumped into you. You are taught the sounds others make and their meaning and then you are released, dizzy and confused and your head hurting from too much to fast too soon.

But now you understand when the man demands you approach and come to him. He tells you to follow and you do, walking behind him and watching him move as he goes through the hallway and through a door. The sudden bright light blinds you and you recoil, but you follow as you blink the effervescent lights from your eyes. You are told to sit in the car and he buckles you in before settling down himself. He scowls, muttering noises you don't understand, but you don't care. You are looking at all the new things you are seeing for the first time.

Soon enough you are where you need to be and he unbuckles you before stepping out. You step out as well and into a place known as Team Fortress.

#owlymedics #medic2 #medic 2 #short story #fanfic

[/Me derping around with GIMP. I really like how they turned out. The two medics together are Owlymedic's Number 2 Clones. The one alone, is an OC that I and a good friend of mine created. His name is Hans and he's a total nutcase.

#Medic2 #Owlymedics #blupoltergeist

For now it's only a closet cosplay ^^ #2 belongs to Owlymedics

#2 #number2 #Tf2 #Team Fortress 2 #Medic2

Owly's medic2 and pyro OCs :) Is it creepy that I drew her OCs? I hope she doesn't equate it to sending a love note that says 'I've been watching you'... >__<

#OCs #TF2 #Team Fortress 2 #fanart #medic2 #pyro #owlymedics

Half Life: Full Life Consequences

Note: Yes, it's a play on that fanfiction that might have been a troll. I don't know it wouldn't go away. This is the first bit of the 'sequel' to Hansel meeting Medic 2. I don't know where it's going and this is sort of a test of the waters.

I dare not post it on the chan because they're allergic to classes with names and backgrounds. They burst all out in hate hives. This team has been developed over several RPs, but this is their first introduction without my RP partner in a ficlike setting. So if you meet the team and think the team could be useful, we'll continue with this trainwreck of a fic.

I apologize for the lack of reader cut, but it never works properly for me.

"She wanted to WHAT?!" "You heard me." Hansel turned another page of the paper. He looked up over the edge of the page he was on to raise an eyebrow at the Scout, who was rythmically beating his bat against the doorjam. "But- wha- NO. Nooo no no Doc I am the one and the only, ain't NOBODY gonna be crossin' me wit' some crazy german faggot- no offense." "None taken." Hansel sighed and dropped his paper. Nothing of interest- at least not to him. Soldier would indubitably find the newspaper ads for Mann Co. Exploding Toothpaste And Gun Lubricant to his liking. "You realize, of course, sat iffen Helen decides to create clones for all of us, there is very little ve can do to stop her." "Hey man FUCK that bitch! She ain't the one getting' shot at!" "I am in agreement." Spy, seated on a threadbare chair in the corner, blew a long string of clove-scented smoke. "Two of you are enough, Docteur. I would not like to see ze integration of both." "Afraid, Fontaine?" "Disgusted, ees more like eet." The spy gestured with his cigarette. "You are a bloodzirsty maniac. Connor is a petulant child-" "Frog you call me that one more time-" "I will tell you to look eet up, ze same as I always do." Spy rolled his eyes. "To continue- ze two of you crossed would only result in an absolute mess." "I do not need backup to do my job." Hansel said. "I made zat clear." "Did you?" Fontaine asked. "You know ze Announcer, she will not back down short of being shot, and killing 'er will only make 'er stronger." "I am vell avare, Fontaine." and that was that. Their other teammates viewed the possibility of a clone with varying degrees of disbelief. The Sniper just snorted. "Tell you wot, Doc- if he walks through the door, I'll just shoot him." The Demoman was against this plan. "But what if he's fun?" "You jus' want someone you can terrorize, Paisley." The Engineer replied. "Well Connor ain't no fun." "HEY MAN FUCK YOU-" The Scout jumped on the Demoman, who just laughed and swung his ever present bottle of alcohol around by the neck. Eventually he hit something. Unfortunately, that something was the leg of Soldier, who had just come in from his afternoon bugle war with the BLU across the way. "IS THAT A DECLARATION OF WAR, MAGGET?" Paisley just laughed. Taking this as an affirmative, the Soldier let out his best war whoop and threw himself into the dog pile on the floor of the rec room, elbows flying. The Engineer sighed. "Damn it, Doc.." "You can't blame zis on me, Atticus." Hansel pushed up his glasses and returned his attention to the sofa, only glancing over when the couch groaned under the weight of Heavy. He smiled. "Everyzing all set?" "Will kill many cowards tomorrow." the large Russian confirmed. Of all of them he had been mute on the subject of a potential 'mutant demon baby'. Even Pyro had let out a 'mmrrph!' of disagreement at the proposal, which had been put forth by Spy over dinner, that someone somewhere thought crossing Hansel Braun and Connor Murphy was even remotely in the realm of a good idea. "Good." "Medigun is charging?" "As always." Hansel leaned on the Russian as though he were a body pillow and observed the fight with growing interest. "Who do you zink vill bleed out first?" "Should not be fighting." "It's like telling ze birds in ze sky to stop flying, Andrei." "Gun is charging. Could get hurt." The Russian snorted and turned on the TV. It worked now- it hadn't when they'd moved to the fort and Connor had spent a couple of weeks as official rabbit ear checker before Atticus finally concocted a dish powerful enough to pull in a signal in the middle of nowhere. Hansel closed his eyes and, with the ongoing fighting of his teammates as background, prepared for a nap.

#writing #OC #TF2 #HeavyxMedic #Medic2 #wtfOwly #Istillblamethisonyou