#aida the medkit

[raindrop-righteous]

these things !!!

[dhmisocsquad]

Post-Hunger Games Shawarma🍽~

{{from top left to right: TeVi belongs to @creative-time, Confetti Joe belongs to @sonia-aquamarineson, Molly the mailbox belongs to @syazam-whazam, Aida Medhart the medkit belongs to @raindrop-righteous, Ross belongs to @donttouchmeillkillyou, Alice the painting belongs to @abstractstitches, Tina belongs to @brazzilianbuddy, Shade the sunglasses belongs to @ridiculous-concepts}}

[mimicmew]

Suprise! Some cute pixelart models of some of my favourite dhmis ocs, including a new character of my own!

The characters are: Peri the radioactive barrel - Belongs to @stabberghost Aida the medkit - Belongs to @raindrop-righteous Beatrice the Beetroot - Belongs to @justherefor000 Majesty the Dragon - a new oc by me ^_^ expect to see more of her soon

[sukablatnahui]

Au: Dhmis Yandere simulator sketches!

or how to call it?

These moments in the sketch do not want to offend or offend anyone, everything is directed only for entertainment purposes. Character authors:

Alice the Painting — @eriiisc

Clara — @spinachkody228

Aida Medhart the MedKit —@raindrop-righteous

[shineyma]

fallout

So I wrote a thing and it’s....fitzsimmons. Which is obviously not my normal thing but the aftermath of tonight’s ep was begging to be written, and so....*shrug*

Warning: serious angst ahead. Also SP0ILERS for 4x20: Farewell, Cruel World!

The day is saved.

Aida and Ivanov are dead, the team (save Mace) is alive—even Mack changed his mind and fled the Framework at the last minute—and Fitz has been returned to his right mind. Talbot has taken control of the cleanup, leaving the rest of them to lick their wounds. The moment of reunion is at hand.

The day is saved. Fitz remembers her.

Surely, then, Jemma should be running to him. She should throw her arms around him, hug him close, tell him she loves him and that he must never leave her again. There should be joyful weeping and apologies on both sides.

But there aren’t.

Fitz stands frozen in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall. Jemma is on the ground, arrested in the process of rebandaging her thigh.

Neither one of them makes a move towards the other. The silence draws out.

“You—” Fitz starts, only to immediately stop. She can’t quite make him out, not with such harsh backlighting, but she knows him well enough to visualize the way his throat must be working silently, the furrow to his brow as he searches for words. “You’re hurt? But the gunshot, it shouldn’t have—”

“Oh!” Her voice is too loud in the quiet of the closet; Fitz jumps. “No, no, this is—I was, um. Stabbed. Before going into the Framework.”

She winces even as she speaks. Besides too loud, her voice is also far too bright for such a stammering mess of a sentence. It’s certain to arouse Fitz’s suspicions.

Sure enough…

“By whom?” he asks at once.

Oh, dear. How can she answer that? She can’t lie—or, she can, actually (she’s much better at it these days), but it won’t last. Too many people—Daisy, Piper, Davis, Prince, Elena—know the truth. It’s certain to come out.

And part of her—an awful, horrible, unspeakable part of her—wants it to. She doesn’t know why. It will only hurt him to know, but still, the words are in her throat, waiting to be shared. Waiting to wound him as surely as his LMD double’s knife wounded her.

In the end, all she says is, “An LMD.”

It’s true. But it’s a kind truth.

For a long moment, Fitz is quiet. At a loss for words herself, Jemma returns to bandaging her thigh. It could be worse—certainly spending ten days lying on a table instead of walking on this wound did her some good—but it also could be better. Her abrupt awakening, to say nothing of their scrambling as they fought to survive the myriad threats they’ve faced since, caused some new damage.

“It was me, wasn’t it,” Fitz says. It isn’t a question.

“No,” Jemma says firmly. “It was an LMD.”

“An LMD with my brain, my personality, my—”

“It wasn’t you!” she snaps over him. “You didn’t stab me.”

(Or tie her up or hit her with a bucket or kiss her forehead or talk about marriage or strangle her—)

“But I shot you,” he whispers, and it feels as though all the air gets sucked out of the room at once. “I made you get on your knees and—and held a gun to your head and said—”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she interrupts. Has to interrupt, because if he says it again… “Ai—you were brainwashed. Programmed.” She swallows down the lump in her throat, fighting against tears. “And I killed your father.”

“He wasn’t real,” Fitz says, but his voice is weak.

He’s still in the doorway. Jemma is still on the floor.

They should be hugging, shouldn’t they? Isn’t that precisely what she dreamed of in the Framework? Ten horrible days of misery and despair, and she pushed through on spite and hope, waiting for the moment she could hold him again, could know that he was alive and hers and Fitz, not the monster Aida made of Leopold.

But she can’t move.

Perhaps it’s because she’s on the floor—though not on her knees—and in pain. It’s too reminiscent of the Framework. It was so horribly lifelike. The warm barrel of his gun against her scalp, the fury and the disdain in his voice, the burning pain where he’d shot her…

And the surety, the complete certainty, that she was about to die, and that his voice speaking hateful words would be the last thing she ever heard.

Fitz hasn’t moved either. Maybe he’s remembering the same thing she is—or maybe he’s remembering his Framework father’s last words, words of love and affirmation. Fake words from a fake man, but more than he ever got from the real thing.

The silence draws on. It’s cold in the closet, the kind of cold that reaches right to her bones.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

Fitz swallows audibly. “Me too.”

Jemma breathes in deeply, steeling herself. There’s only one path forward, and it falls to her to push them down it. Of course it does.

He never has been any good at letting go of her, no matter how insurmountable the odds.

“I think,” she says—and then stops, fighting for composure. Her tears have spilled over, and only once she swipes at her cheeks does she remember that she’s still wearing gloves stained with her own blood. She strips them off at once, ripping one in her haste. “I think we need time.”

“Yeah,” Fitz says. “Yeah, th—that’s probably for the best.”

The stutter tears at her heart.

“Yes,” she says, softly. “It’s for the best.”

Fitz nods. He taps his fist against the doorframe by way of goodbye, and then he’s gone.

And Jemma is alone in a storage closet with her medkit and her tears and his voice in her head, a strange overlap of You mean nothing to me and So we can get married, grow old together.

[raindrop-righteous]

Can you draw Aida the Medkit more, please?

gah sorry for the late reply it was school hell week

bless you anon, anything for herr <33

[raindrop-righteous]

why don't you try to draw humanized aida with your fav main teacher but they are humanized too?

@solchle this request means so much,, blorbos

[raindrop-righteous]

*slams desk*

give oc headcanons, any will do :] /pos

🥺 man tysm for this, cus rambling about them means a lot

Aida

surname would be Medhart

she/her, lesbian

runs a liminal space hospital (the show teachers are there somewhere shhh)

google said italian british accents dont exist :[ , but thats how she’d sound 

secretly collects organs 

Can organize crime but not any bitches 

lowkey highkey a capitalist 

Blanc

Surname would be Chattabble

they/them

leads a group of punctuation marks (who belong to @/justherefor000)

speaks in idioms

eyes can turn into punctuation marks or symbols

epitome of the pronoun song

Maddox

surname would be Magni

they/he and likes men

had some old lore with the key but 

knows a lot of answers but not the mysteries they solve

other teachers probably find them annoying :(

face is very fragile, so no loud noises

has a special interest in bugs :]

[raindrop-righteous]

Can I use Blanc the Speech Bubble, Maddox the Magnifying Glass and Aida the Medkit in my fanfic?

Ofc ^^

If you need more info on them as characters or teachers, just lmk!! (Through asks or dms)

Can't wait to see em and this fic!!

[raindrop-righteous]

doodles of objects ocs for the upcoming oc hunger games held by @/dhmisocsquad 

lowkey highkey hyped

[dhmisocsquad]

🎶They are getting ready for their BIG DAY! BIG DAY! 🎈

Today’s the day! Expect the megapost in a couple of hours, edits and more goodies are underway as we speak. Who will win? Who will fall? Who will succumb to their own insanity and who will go night fishing??? All that and more in a few hours!

[dhmisocsquad]

DHMIS OC HUNGER GAMES!

Today is the big day! The squad is set, and tensions are high. Who will win the epic head pats from Tony? All that, and more, NOW!

Our Cast for this Hunger Games! From top to left-

-Alice the Painting @eriiisc​

-Molly the Mailbox @syazam-whazam​

-Confetti Joe @sonia-aquamarineson​

-Aida Medhart the Medkit @raindrop-righteous​

-Ross @redmodc

-Shade the Sunglasses @ridiculous-concepts​

-TeVi @creative-time​

-Tina @brazzilianbuddy​

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

The simple health shape grabs a sword and the literal cigarette is surprisingly not bright, this game already unhinged. 

Becky is not playing around.

A team-up already? Neat!

That concludes the opening blood bath, still a lot of ocs alive! However, the day is not over...

Damn... A visceral kill from Howdy.  😳

Just love how stuff is popping off in this pic, and TeVi is just looking for water.

A wild skirmish ended Alice’s and Ross’ time in the games. And that horse is definitely more bloodthirsty than it seems...

same.

Wholesome partnership, haha. Now for something less wholesome...

A salute to our fallen tributes... Ross and Alice fought well! Now, night falls...

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BACK TO BACK, WHAT IN THE WORLD.

Psychological or physical?

.....what?

A crazy first night, that's for sure. Next day!

DAY 2

A brutal start to day 2!

Tina’s off chasing butteflies, and Aida team-up with a triangle to hunt other ocs. I am really loving this game so far 😂

A Molly and Shade team-up and Confetti Joe offs cigarette... Good! Never liked that guy anyways. And now, we pay our respecs...

R.I.P TeVi, they never got to kill anyone. :’(  Also I still can’t believe they drowned the rain.

same. 

Awww, a nice moment between Molly and Aida amidst the chaos!

Colin doesn’t want to live on this planet anymore, and I can totally imagine Sketchbook fending them off a stick.

DAY 3

WOW.

THAT TINY ASS TRIANGLE KILLED TINA, OH MY GOD

AW MAN. Aida and Tina fought so hard! AND TINA GETS TAKEN OUT BY A GODDAMN TRIANGLE  💀💀

And with those unfortunate causalities, there’s more dead than alive... We’ve officially reached the HALFWAY POINT.

Currently still in the game is Molly the mailbox, Shade the Sunglasses, and Confetti Joe!

Who will prevail? Who will fail? How many times am I gonna ask similar questions? Not for long, because we’re hurdling toward the end game!

These are two totally different people, haha.

An object with no body and limbs helps an object with no body, yea okay.

......................yea okay. Moving on to a special event!

DAY 4 - THE FEAST

raw meat fight. Raw Meat Fight. RAW MEAT FIGHT! RAW MEAT FIGHT!

rip goop guy and horse.

Lmao, thats one way to go, ig 😂

Rest in reeses pieces.

The alliance of a century continue to support each other!

Shade probably started that fire illegally somehow.

At least she died with a smile on her face :’)

DAY 5

Damn they wrecked that guy’s shit!

F.

Colin canonically died from missing Alice.

Mans is humming with no mouth, smh.

DAY 6

ITS HEATING UP NOW!!

Confetti Joe and Money Man are out on the prowl!

And I don’t think Shade could ever convince a man with a soulless face like that...

rip the bois.

MONEY MAN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAY 7 - THE SHOWDOWN!??

What a maneuver! 

And with sound of two cannon shots...

A victor is crowned and reigns supreme!

THE WINNER IS CONFETTI JOE!!!!!!!!

CONFETTI JOE SWEEP. He’s reached the top and obtained access to the fabled Tony headpats!

May the sins from the bodies he left skewered by his hook, be cleansed by the soothing touch of Tony the talking clock.

I appreciate everyone who wanted to join in on the fun. This was really an excuse to have fun with the fandom and expose others to some really cool don’t hug me I’m scared ocs! Hopefully you had a laugh, and this inspires some gnarly fan art. Maybe we can do it again sometime, but until then... always remember that Becky Sloan herself strangled a sentient magnet, and then in turn, got speared by a sentient cigarette in the abdomen!

Buh-bye! 👋 👋

[dhmisocsquad]

SATURDAY! SATURDAY! SATURDAY!

The day that e  p  i  c Original Characters will take the field, and fight to become CHAMPION!

An simulated text and image expericence for the AGES!

A third thing that really drives home how much of a certified banger its gonna be!

EIGHT dhmis ocs will enter, ONE will bring home the u l t i m a t e prize...

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EPIC HEAD PATS FROM TONY THE TALKING CLOCK, OG TUMBLR SEXYMAN!!

Saturday, the 10th. Don’t miss the event that will no doubt, forever go down as one of the games ever...

And may the logs be ever in your bin!