Psychologist

Spy will genuinely be the death of me.

yes, sure he is kind and gentlemanly, but when it comes to actually tell me about himself professionally, he will simply sit there in his stupid cushioned chair and stare at me!

i understand he wants to keep his identity a secret - he is a spy after all. But could he not speak? speak the same way Pyro let's the Medic see them without the uniform?

men are insufferable.

he doesn't say anything?

Usually when he's with me he's an open book, weird.

He might be doing it out of pure spite..

I can try to talk him into opening up.

No promises it will work tho.

Awh, that's very kind of you, just hope it wouldn't bother you too much!

and dont worry, i dont have high hopes for that man, stubborn frenchie

trust me, he's a big sweetheart when you get to know him.

He actually talks about wanting to talk to someone about he won't talk about his true feelings with me either, says he doesn't wanna inconvenience me or something.

The man needs your help trust me, he'll open up one day.

Hm.. I suppose I'll be a bit more patient with him then.

Thank you again, Dear 🫶

Diva do you think you could diagnose me with something?-bea @ur-fave-sawyer

"Diagnose you? Well.. That ah.. Could take some time, sweetie. Maybe i can make a theoretical assumption based on some of your characteristics?"

[her pen and notebook ready to jot down notes.]

ur-fave-sawyer

Yea that’s what I’m going with

"alrighty! if you don't mind, i will ask a few questions" [the back of her pen tapped lightly against her chin as she thought of what to ask] "number one: what would be your reaction to someone's rejection? and number 2: how much does it take for you to be disappointed in someone?"

ur-fave-sawyer

Uhmmmm ok I’d be pretty damm sad but I think I could get up on my feet and as for 2 I try to see the good in people so you would’ve had to do some pretty fucked up shit for me to be disappointed

#tf2 psychologist #PRAYING THAT THIS IS ACCURATE OMLL #starzy's made up psychology

"I'd say, that you have a sensitive soul, yet have a tendency to mask it with strength, not with faux strength, but more like a reflex, like a defense mechanism. you might say that you've moved on, yet the thoughts still linger." "and maybe even a diplomat, good at seeing both sides. does 'conflict-solver' seem like a fitting description?"

[she paused, tilting her head]

"i believe we might have some aspects in common."

Spy will genuinely be the death of me.

yes, sure he is kind and gentlemanly, but when it comes to actually tell me about himself professionally, he will simply sit there in his stupid cushioned chair and stare at me!

i understand he wants to keep his identity a secret - he is a spy after all. But could he not speak? speak the same way Pyro let's the Medic see them without the uniform?

men are insufferable.

he doesn't say anything?

Usually when he's with me he's an open book, weird.

He might be doing it out of pure spite..

I can try to talk him into opening up.

No promises it will work tho.

#tf2 psychologist #she doesnt actually hate the guy #gets frustrated and lets her mouth run

Awh, that's very kind of you, just hope it wouldn't bother you too much!

and dont worry, i dont have high hopes for that man, stubborn frenchie

Remember your appointment with me, Doctor! you've already skipped two of them, and i need to fill your files with.. *something* atleast

. . - @tf2-psychologist

[ So this is how it feels to be prodded about doctor’s appointments and his attendance of them … or lack thereof. Not since the beginning of his employment at RED has Herbert Ludwig seen a medical professional separate to himself with the matter of attending to his own health. The Medic was his own doctor, the state of his mind personally declared hardly worth the concern. Until Mann Co. actually began taking its mercenaries’ wellbeing into some suggestion of a consideration, he had been able to avoid being subject to any outside intervention. ]

[ Now the responsibility of mentally dissecting him fell to this poor woman, and suddenly he was subject to mandatory therapy appointments enforced by both their employers. ]

[ He wasn’t looking forward to the prospect. His lack of attendance so far could easily be explained by a lack of desire to participate and a prioritization of his other occupations. ]

[ As a practitioner of medicine himself, who also shared the burden of tending to the same chaotic bunch of killers with varying degrees of cooperativeness, he could understand her obligation to the duties she’d been handed. Still, he didn’t particularly care to comply with all she’d ask of him in earnest. After all, he has far more important and, frankly, interesting things to do than talk about his feelings like some sort of Gefühlsmensch. ]

Oh, yes. That almost slipped my mind. Silly me!

I’ve just had so little time for myself, it’s been difficult to find room for our meetings. I’m a very busy man, you know.

[ An excuse that held quite a bit of truth, but a nonchalant one nonetheless. ]

You’ll have to jog my memory. When is the appointment, exactly?

(Luckily out of all the mercinaries that she has to deal with, Spy somehow manages to be worse than Medic when it comes to therapy. Did she wish it was easier? Yes, but also understands that prying into a bunch of middle aged mens private life would be challenging.)

(especially if they wouldn't cooperate.) "Busy? They might've been two appointments, but you are aware that i only have one appointment each month to get through all of you, right?"

"what could possibly be holding you back so much..?"

"But either way.. it was going to be today but i guess i'll have to move it again, maybe tuesday next week?" (Although she saw her position as just a job, her feelings took it otherwise, taking each problem of the other mercenaries to heart due to her empathetic nature. it's not a bad thing to be worried about everyone around herself that much, right?)

[ Again, a waste of his precious time. Why would he spend even an hour or so entertaining conversation that he knows will be inane and entirely unproductive when he could be experimenting with ways to give his teammates fully-functional eagle lungs to better combat lead pollution or work on ways to improve his Mediguns with his closer allies there for good company? ]

[ Most likely, she would be perceptive enough to understand that any attempts to dig into Medic’s psyche early into their acquaintanceship would be futile, but he knew when someone just naturally felt the urge to pry — and why would psychology be her field of choice if she didn’t? Did she think that Medic didn’t catch the whispered pondering left between her professional talk? If she allowed that bit of theorizing to slip out then who knows what intrusive thoughts occupied her mind? It made him wish that the mental was a tangible enough to access and manipulate with tools and dexterity alone. ]

[ He knew the type of answers she’d try for sooner or later; he didn’t plan to give her any of them. Heavy had a far better chance at achieving a similar goal, but even with their stable friendship, established through years of mutual camaraderie, the Russian mercenary still had so little insight in regards to what laid beneath the surface of Medic’s maddened front that he may as well know nothing at all. And Herbert, in many ways, wholeheartedly entrusted Misha with his life. ]

[ Perhaps he’d been more uncooperative than necessary with the Psychologist before to maintain that distance, but what’s done is done. He could handle her annoyance just fine, and with little regret for having been the one to perpetrate it. ]

[ Between the duties he possessed as the primary healthcare provider to eight reckless and unhinged killers, his missions, the constant battles, these newly implemented sessions and the experiments he wanted to conduct he didn’t want to spend his hours carelessly. Something had to be cut in the midst of that to make room for activities that he deemed more of a priority, and he knew which of those duties he was fine with neglecting. ]

[ Still, he supposed he dodged their appointments a little too much. He might as well start cooperating with her more lest he be inconvenienced by her irritation, or an unwanted check-in from upper management. ]

[ Medic finally turned to face the Psychologist standing at the entryway to his dimly-lit laboratory. The corpse lying facedown on the table, distinctly that of the BLU Engineer, paid little mind to how its custodian was about to temporarily neglect it. With its back cut open the network of muscles and tissue was left exposed and clearly subject to the Medic’s handiwork. An adjacent table carried a collection of chemicals and vials that were clearly relevant to his task, and a cool ( and occupied ) container whose contents were imperceptible to the visiting therapist. It was a scene befitting of his reputation. ]

Next Tuesday will do. I should be able to make it somewhere in the afternoon provided that I’m not busy otherwise. There’s no telling whether or not the Administrator will have a mission set for that day, or if BLU will try something then.

[ The Administrator wasn’t known for the consideration she gave to those under her employ. At most a day or two was all the mercenaries would have to change location and ready themselves for the coming battle against BLU, maybe a bit longer if their move was farther away from their current base. Sometimes, though, the notice was sudden and required a swift preparation that tested their ability to improvise and adapt. ]

(she could sense the disinterest in his tone of voice, but she rather not push and risk the fact that he could just back out entirely. Taking a glance at the body sprawled across the examination table, she felt a sense of unease, but not because of the gruesome nature, but at the fact that this man was wiling to neglect his own health for the sake of his own morbid curiosity.)

(Psych nodded, shifting her gaze back to him.)

"Right. You're not getting out of it even if we have another match coming up. I'll drag you in personally if i need to."

(mentally mulling over whether or not she should get Heavy to force him into the office by force, knowing he also cared about the doctor.)

(on one hand, Psych was trying to get him to open up, but on the other - with her growing exhaust, simply needing him to atleast take a seat in front of her, for she knew that the admin didn't need a useless mercenary who cannot even complete the one task she's given.)

"I'll let you get back to it, unless there's anything else you need me to know?"

{i doubt there is..}

[ Morbid curiosity? Well, yes, that was quite a bit of the incentive for most of his experiments, but this one served a function that wasn’t entirely self-serving. He’d actually taken up the project for Engineer’s sake; an effort to alleviate the Texan of a chronic issue developed through his years of working with heavy machinery. ]

[ The mental image of Svetlana tying to drag him into her office was amusing enough to earn a hum from him; one surprisingly absent of condescension. So insistent, wasn’t she? ]

[ Now whether she could successfully convince Heavy to force the doctor on her couch was, frankly, questionable. His practically familial relationship with the psychologist could possibly leave him inclined to perform a favor or two on her behalf, and perhaps he did see need for his close companion to seek psychiatric help, but he had enough respect for Medic to not drag him anywhere against his will. ]

[ Besides, Misha knew from experience how sensitive certain matters could be for men like them. Their walls were ironclad and for good reason, only to be swayed under the rarest of circumstances where their trust and comfort were earned. He took Herbert’s boundaries into consideration in much of the same way Herbert acknowledged his. Over the course of their friendship what lay protected behind those barriers were slowly revealed in confidence, but each man took it at their own pace. Even with the little Medic allowed to slip, Misha stood uncontested as the one who knew the truths of Herbert Ludwig the best. Herbert doubted that he’d experience that level of intimacy again, especially not with someone who was paid to imitate it. ]

[ A moment was spent to take in the sight of her, the doctor duly noting the exhaustion that currently plagued her expression. Another second of contemplation … ]

One moment.

[ Medic finally said — a request for her to stay put — before he removed his gloves and took himself across the room to the door that connected his lab to his office. He went inside, soon returning with a small pack of colorful hard candies in hand, which he then took to the Psychologist and held out for her to accept. ]

Dextrose candy. In Germany, we call it Traubenzucker!

[ He wore a slight smile as he spoke, a genuine and casual cheer returning to his expression. ]

The dextrose will give you an immediate energy boost upon consumption so it should temporarily relieve you of your fatigue! Bear in mind that it raises blood sugar levels too. There’s about 500 mgs in each candy, so feel free to take more than one at a time if you think it necessary. Well, unless you experience a spike in your blood pressure. Then I’d advise against it.

[ Despite all his questionable qualities, he was truly offering the confection in earnest. Dextrose tablets were quite a common sight back in Germany, kept by doctors and pharmacists alike to provide a little treat for their patients. The children loved them for their sweetness, the adults reaped their benefits with satisfaction. During his youth he’d often see a jar of them on the desks of his inspirations, and now the tradition continued with him; far from his hometown, but alive nonetheless. ]

[ The rest of the team seemed to appreciate it, Pyro and Engineer especially, and if they didn’t then they weren’t inclined to refuse the medicine when it was presented to them. ]

[ Svetlana was just as much his patient as he was her client, and for all his eccentricities he still intended to care for her physical health as such. And so long as she was here, he might as well give her a bit of a boon for her troubles. ]

(Sveta blinked, taking a look at the candies offered to her, hesitantly reaching forward to accept them.)

"Oh, that's.. Thoughtful. I didn't realize that my exhaust was that evident.."

(looking over at the reflective surface of a metal panel on the wall, she realized that it was indeed more than evident, with a grimace, she brought a hand up to touch her under-eyes as if that would hide anything.)

"Thank you for this."

(a pause. Taking a moment to think over my words at the same time as i appreciated the gesture, being reminded that i was his patient.)

"And i apologize for nagging you so much. Im just paranoid of loosing my position"

(she bit her tongue before revealing too much. Hating the sudden slips of her own mouth, hypocritical to beg for others to open up when she despised doing it herself.)

"I'll get going. Hope to see you then."

[ When his possession of the confectionary had been removed, he occupied his empty hands by putting them in a casual parade rest behind his back. ]

[ He didn’t know if she realized it, but she was doing a terrible job at hiding her disheveled state. It was a sad sight, and a blatantly useless effort. ]

[ The futility, however blatant to him, wasn’t something that he was too interested in bringing up. ]

Bitteschön, die Frau.

[ He responded simply, giving her a nod. Then, a raised brow. ]

Psychologin. You’d only need to worry about losing your job if you sought to breach the terms of your contract. The Administrator doesn’t particularly care otherwise. In fact, if I were to take a guess, I’d say that she only expects you to make sure that we stay functional enough to participate in battle! And believe me, it usually doesn’t take very much to accomplish that with us. We’re all very enthusiastic about killing, regardless of the state that find ourselves in!

[ The Medic spoke with and an amicable, practically joyful gleam in his eyes. ]

Actually, the Administrator doesn’t share your concerns for our emotional wellbeing and neither does Redmond so you don’t need to overexert yourself like this to keep your employment here secure.

[ He spoke, as if he’d entirely accepted their bosses’ apathy and had been content with the fact that he wouldn’t see much change in that regard. His voice and expression spoke of a man who thought that he was saying the right things; provided the emotional counsel that she desperately needed, and much of it was said in an earnestness that neither party could deny. ]

[Sveta listened to his words as she stuffed the sweets into her pocket. He was being so logical, yet she somehow couldn't stop caring about the idiots. Obviously she wasn't being asked of complete apathy, but there was no third option between it for her, either care too much or don't feel anything at all. And the second option was definitely something that would never happen.]

"Yes- but.."

[the words died right in her mouth]

"I hate it when you're right."

[Psych frowned. She did not even mind the whole 'killing people is fun' spiel, simply, rubbing her temple to soothe a mild headache] "i just want you all to be functioning mentally the same way you function on the battlefield."

[listening to her own words she understood it might be too pushy for a matter which none of them truly cared about.]

[ What a perplexing woman. Here he was genuinely seeking to dispel the fears she’d earlier admitted to and what did he get in response? An expression of annoyance; perhaps even an admittance of spite. Most people usually hated it when he’s right — it wasn’t anything new for Herbert, certainly — but his truths also tended to be more … unsettling to most. ]

[ Why Svetlana would hate to hear that her job was practically secure, he had no idea even with the reasoning given, but it didn’t seem like his assurances worked as intended if her reaction was any indication. Maybe he should give her a little something for that headache she’d been nursing, too. ]

[ Though it was her supposed wish for the team that earned his curiosity. ]

What do you mean by that?

[ He asked sincerely. ]

[a tinge of guilt nagged at her when being perceived as annoyed, but her annoyance was mostly towards the ever so present headache. she was genuinely grateful for the reassurance, just hated to admit it when she was being corrected.]

[noticing the sudden shift in his tone, from clinal to genuine curiosity caught her by surprise, but she didn't say anything to point it out.]

"Well.. Your performance in fight is driven by dedication, each and every one of you do what you can to maintain that skill, that power. Be it by training, by tinkering with machinery or.. Medical malpractice."

"but what im trying to say is that if you could put some of that motivation and drive into caring about your mental state, it could improve your psyche, but it could also have an effect in-battle!"

[Sveta's passion for her own job shone through as she rambled, but tried to maintain a logical dialog, hoping it wouldn't be too much of a mess of words to understand]

"for example, if the psychological therapy works, it would get rid of excess thoughts and complexes, creating more room for skill and tactics on the field! Is that not something that is desireable? Not only would you be content with yourself, but you would also improve the winning chances of our team!"

[she hummed, clapping her hands together, headache momentarily forgotten as the subject had helped her calm her mood. Hoping to have altered his opinion atleast a bit.]

Spy will genuinely be the death of me.

yes, sure he is kind and gentlemanly, but when it comes to actually tell me about himself professionally, he will simply sit there in his stupid cushioned chair and stare at me!

i understand he wants to keep his identity a secret - he is a spy after all. But could he not speak? speak the same way Pyro let's the Medic see them without the uniform?

men are insufferable.

he doesn't say anything?

Usually when he's with me he's an open book, weird.

He might be doing it out of pure spite..

#tf2 psychologist #glasses and prescription🍎🍀#medipsych #ask the psychologist #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #asks open #doubles dni #ask blog #open rp #open roleplay

Spy will genuinely be the death of me.

yes, sure he is kind and gentlemanly, but when it comes to actually tell me about himself professionally, he will simply sit there in his stupid cushioned chair and stare at me!

i understand he wants to keep his identity a secret - he is a spy after all. But could he not speak? speak the same way Pyro let's the Medic see them without the uniform?

men are insufferable.

Diva do you think you could diagnose me with something?-bea @ur-fave-sawyer

"Diagnose you? Well.. That ah.. Could take some time, sweetie. Maybe i can make a theoretical assumption based on some of your characteristics?"

[her pen and notebook ready to jot down notes.]

ur-fave-sawyer

Yea that’s what I’m going with

#tf2 rp blog #girl i am making things up #lets hope that my knowledge of psychology is enough for this...

I have been a bum lately…

I have a been a bum.

I just want to sleep… and I don’t want to cook. But its my job…

Bhh

Take a minute to rest, sweetie! I can take care of it for today<3

#tf2 psychologist #glasses and prescription🍎🍀#medipsych #ask the psychologist #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #ask blog #asks open #doubles dni #Medic tf2 #Tf2 Medic #Medic #Herbert ludwig #Svetlana Volkova

Maybe you can gift Medic a painting of Matt Adrian. There's birds. Or a copy of Saturn Devouring his Son

"Thank you for the tip, anon!! He loved the owl painting!! <33"

I picked this beautiful white owl for him, probably should've expected the hour long lecture about the species once he recieved it - haha (- v -``)...

OOC: yo, sorry if i somehow ignore / don't answer reblogs or even asks, my dumb ass has shitty memory and the motivation of a sloth

Does anybody know what Lutzi Ludwig would like as a gift?

i'm thinking about getting him something soon, but getting him a scalpel or anything work related feels impersonal..

Get him some kind of exotic animal carcass.

Dear lord, where would i get my hands on that..?

…Somewhere.

You speak as if you have a cellar of those..

Well... I can help you retrieve some.

Hm.. i'm not opposed to that! thank you, dear!

#tf2 psychologist #ask the psychologist #glasses and prescription🍎🍀#medipsych #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #ask blog #asks open #doubles dni

Diva do you think you could diagnose me with something?-bea @ur-fave-sawyer

"Diagnose you? Well.. That ah.. Could take some time, sweetie. Maybe i can make a theoretical assumption based on some of your characteristics?"

[her pen and notebook ready to jot down notes.]

Does anybody know what Lutzi Ludwig would like as a gift?

i'm thinking about getting him something soon, but getting him a scalpel or anything work related feels impersonal..

Get him some kind of exotic animal carcass.

Dear lord, where would i get my hands on that..?

…Somewhere.

You speak as if you have a cellar of those..

I remember that time Ludwig scolded me for smoking and pulled out a cigar a minute later... hypocrite.

zackthedasher

Oh well, the same thingy happened to me, I was drinkin' a good col' beer until medic said "no don't drink alcohol" yada yada yada, but then I saw him drinkin' beer with pops.....your mann is strange

Ooc: hi I'm exuxe and this is my oc's rp blog

My.. mann.. [Clears throat]

either way!! Germans and their beer am i right?

[Nervous laughter...]

maroon-medictf2

just because the medic says it's bad for you doesn't mean he can't do it. Me and him drink all the time,

Expect a grown German man on your doorstep by the way Min venn.

He had way too many drinks.

Oh gosh, How much did you let that fool drink??

I remember that time Ludwig scolded me for smoking and pulled out a cigar a minute later... hypocrite.

zackthedasher

Oh well, the same thingy happened to me, I was drinkin' a good col' beer until medic said "no don't drink alcohol" yada yada yada, but then I saw him drinkin' beer with pops.....your mann is strange

Ooc: hi I'm exuxe and this is my oc's rp blog