#tf2 doves

[asniperaday]

Drawing of Sniper with one or more of Medic's doves would be so cool... <3

Day #8

Little Birdie (craves organs)

Sniper is the only man Medic trusts to look after his doves if he's away, and our boy absolutely LOVES them (even with Archimedes being decidedly bloodthirsty; He can handle it). The easiest way to get a big ol' smile out of this man is to give him animals to play with! <3

Thanks for the ask, anon! It was really cute to draw! :3

[emilythedog661-tf2]

2 Lovely Pictures

First one is sniper being bombarded with medic's doves plus archimedies and medic thinks it's adorable while sniper accepts his fate but likes that medic is enjoying it

and this one is engie sleeping next to soldier by the fire after a long day of fighting while soldier is blushing thinking engie is adorable 😍

[askghostymedic]

Hey, @crocodile-government ! I was your secret santa for the TF2 secret santa 2017! I realized you put “RED Medic” in your request after I had finished the picture, so I wrote you a VERY short fanfic too. 

I used the pallet called “Silent Symphony” by katry on COLOURlovers

Here is the SUPER short fic :D (Also it does not really have an ending, so it could be continued if you want xD)

(Disclaimer: I have not written or read any fanfics in 2 months so I am very out of practice. :T)

The RED Medic was quite an interesting man. Usually people as violent and sadistic as him had an equally evil assistant, or a big guard dog, or hell -- even a dragon! But this crazy ex-doctor went about his daily business with a flock of doves, of all things, following him everywhere. Taking care of doves is quite hard work; they are not the cleanest animals, especially when the birds are flying into and poking around in the RED team’s chest cavities while medic does surgery.

“Shoo! Shoo! You can’t take chunks out of his liver again! I already had to replace it three times because of du Dummköpfe!” The doctor flailed his hands at the doves who were picking at the RED Heavy’s liver, “You are all going to get alcohol poisoning again!” Medic’s doves cooed angrily and flew up into the rafters to pout and poop on some equipment to cause the medic some “harmless” trouble.

“Oh now, do not act like that! You know this will take an eternity to clean,” the annoyed doctor huffed at the birds and grinned when his patient started coming to. “Oh, mein Heavy! How was your sleep? This is my first time using anesthesia, do you remember who you are? I may have used a bit much….” Medic glanced down to his side where an almost-empty five gallon bucket of a blend of liquidized sedation drugs sat.

Heavy blinked and groaned, reaching up to rub his eyes, only to find his arms covered in dove-shaped footprints made with his own blood and Medic grinning evilly (as always) in the hazy background.

Remembering that his experiment patient was still bleeding everywhere and mostly opened up, the Medic quickly began stitching Heavy back up and cleaning up most of the mess around them.

After the Heavy was stitched back up and most of the blood wiped off, the giant sat up and yawned. Seeing a new and exciting perch, the doves glided down from the rafters and sat on Heavy’s shoulders and head, cooing happily. Medic finished disposing of bloody rags and beamed at his handiwork.

“Doctor, why do you keep little birds? Do they not cause you trouble?”

“Ah, indeed they do cause me a great deal of trouble, but they are excellent helpers when you are looking for it.”

“So much the same reason I keep you!” Heavy bellowed in laughter.

[iqrachi]

Stay warm, my friend.

Gretel, (the dove to the left), belongs to tarulimint. The dove to the right belongs to me.