#purple-compromise

[angelica-cj]

For @purple-compromise

Thank you again for creating this story, I know some see it differently, but to me, it's the best. I am not joking when I say your story is one of the reasons I smile. I've had miserable days, but this keeps me going.

So thank you so very much!

[greaserink]

still working on my cinematography skills, so I wanted try to depict how one of my favorite fight scenes in @purple-compromise‘s fic.

Might make a compilation of them. guess we’ll see.

[tf2humbug]

If Driver had to team up with another OC, which one would you pick?

Probably @purple-compromise‘s Specialist, from this fanfic I’m a beta for. I think they’d get along great and have some Thelma-and-Louise-style adventures, but with more tea-drinking and book-reading.

[bitchysouljellyfish]

@purple-compromise and I have fun Pt:1

[tf2humbug]

@purple-compromise reblogged your post “So what does everyone like to listen to on the road?” and tagged:

*slams hands on table* A GOOD POST headcanon accepted legit tho i have a headcanon that medic really loves 'bei mir bist du shoen' and was very upset when it was banned in Germany

I’m stealing this.

[tf2humbug]

@purple-compromise reblogged your photoset “I thought I’d touch on the subject of Driver’s dual gender.” and tagged:

i love everything about this

Ahhh, thanks! I’m always spinning stories in my head that I don’t know what to do with, so I end up typing out these info dump posts to take the pressure off. Comics take a lot of time and effort, and I just don’t have the gumption to try writing actual prose.

@longliveteufort reblogged your photoset and tagged:

SO SMALL adorable I love it the kids 'stealing' the family car is a great idea TBH lmao

It certainly seemed like a good idea at the time!

@medicalblankets reblogged your photoset and tagged:

wow this is really cool you're got nearly everything sorted out holy shit double broken legs sounds awful

The deal with the way the twins weathered the car crash is this: they had to work together to actually drive the thing. This was a big-ass post-war station wagon, so a single 11-year-old kid wouldn’t be able to see over the dash and work the pedals at the same time. Flannery (Driver) was at the wheel, buckled in, but Quinn (not-Driver) was hunched on the floor so they could reach the gas and brake.

When they rolled into the ditch, Flannery was shaken up but held in place while Quinn was tossed around the cabin, their legs taking the most damage because of their awkward position. They were honestly lucky nothing worse happened that night.

[bitchysouljellyfish]

Specialized Medicine for @purple-compromise

Here you go @purple-compromise as promised!!! Medic liked routine. It gave him a sense of peace that he craved. Every weekday at precisely 6:00 A.M. his alarm went off, and every time he had the urge to throw it against the wall. Medic could hear the chirping of birds outside his window announcing the arrival of the new week. He paid no mind to it as he reached for his glasses and rolled onto his back. A soft snore came from the left side of the bed that brought a smile to his face. The sleeping face of the Specialist came into his field of vision. Since the fall of Mann Co. and their unfortunate unemployment, they had decided to take their relationship to the next level by purchasing an apartment together. They lived in a small town that desperately needed a new doctor. Three weeks and a few hundred dollars later, Medic was able to acquire a forged medical license and get the job as the town’s doctor stationed at the clinic not far from the apartment. The Specialist got a job at the local library stacking books. She loved it and frequently borrowed books just for her to read to him. They had the same routine every week. Medic’s alarm clock would go off and he would rouse her from her slumber with a kiss on the cheek and a slight shake. Specialist would make breakfast as he showered and dressed then they would switch as Medic made coffee (his was better in her opinion) and she prepared for her day. On Mondays Specialist would walk him to the front steps of the clinic, give him a kiss on the cheek and say, “Have a good day Dr. Ludwig.” and be on her way. The nurses would always giggle behind their hands at the sweet display (some were bold enough to outright laugh at him. Let’s just say Medic found new experiments.) On Tuesdays, they would bike to each other’s work. They both had baskets on the front. Medic had his briefcase in his, while Specialist’s was filled to the brim with books. Once they arrived Specialist gave him a kiss and would say, “Have a good day Dr. Ludwig.” Sometimes Specialist would feel cheeky and wear lipstick, just so she could watch him walk in with lipstick on his mouth. Wednesdays were the days where Medic would drive his car to work. This was also the day where he would drop Specialist off at her work. He would drop her off at the front of the library give her a kiss and say, “Have a good day Schatzi.” More often than not he would yell out the window and request more books. Thursdays were Medic’s favorite. It meant that Specialist would drive her car. Medic had a pretty decent car with good gas mileage and wasn’t anything fancy. Specialist’s car, however, was a masterpiece. A beautiful 1969 Chevrolet Impala an engine that roared down the streets. It made Specialist feel like a badass. Despite this, Specialist always gave him a kiss and always said, “Have a good day Dr. Ludwig.” Neither of them worked Fridays, so they used then to get the housework done. Sweeping, mopping, dishes, and laundry were all done that day. If repairs were needed, then they would wait until Friday to do them. This was their routine and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bitchysouljellyfish]

Pt:2 with @purple-compromise