#might do medic next

[almost-good-at-cosplay]

"That ain't a toy, son..."

You guys seemed to like the last one I did so I said fuck it, ANOTHER impromptu Emesis Blue costume!

[parisoonic]

last ones i swear

[fallenwhumpee]

"An Hour."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Hospital settings, aftermath of captivity, mentioned death.

Medic, despite what their job would suggest, wasn't a caregiver. They were just a mechanic working on circuits, not who carefully kept the whole mechanism running. They could fix people, but it was that. Someone would have to take over the aftermath.

Much to Medic's relief, Leader was a caregiver. A good one, even.

Too good, they lately noticed. Too good that it was starting to make Medic worried. But just like every other day, Medic knocked the infirmary door in exactly same time, before opening it fully. Youngest was asleep in the hospital bed - Medic had said Leader that it was unnecessary, but Leader  brought one anyway - and at last drops of their IV.

"An hour," Leader muttered. At this point it felt like a ritual. So, without a word, Medic moved and changed Youngest's IV to antibiotics as Leader deserted the room silently. Probably to sleep.

Good, Medic thought. Leader needed it.

Medic made their way to the armchair, only to see Leader's office keys on it. For a moment, they considered giving it back. They respected privacy, but they were also curious. For the last one month and a half, all Leader did was looking for Youngest, caring for Youngest or staying in their office. The first two was understandable, but the third...

Now Medic could learn whatever Leader was doing in their office.

Medic hesitated. They shouldn’t invade Leader’s privacy—Leader had done nothing to earn suspicion, at all. And Leader never broke anyone's boundries, so Medic doing it to them was just wrong. But something had been gnawing at the back of Medic’s mind for weeks now, something beyond the usual worry for Youngest. Leader’s behavior, so single-minded, so intense, felt wrong. So wrong for someone almost obsessed with making the future better. And if there was something in that office that could explain it...

Steeling themselves, Medic turned and walked down the hall to Leader’s office. The key slid into the lock with an ease that almost felt too simple. "Where's Leader?" Medic shouted. Leader's room was wide open and Leader wasn't there.

"Went for a quick walk," Right Hand shouted back.

Medic took a deep breath. "Okay," they muttered. With a simple twist, the door creaked open. Medic slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind them slowly. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked like any other office—neat, organized, professional. Just like how Leader liked to keep everything. Medic opened the lights.

Notes. Dozens of them, pinned to a board on the wall, scattered across the desk, and even taped to the edges of the bookshelves, almost creating a wallpaper. Most were in Leader’s precise handwriting, detailing locations, names, dates, and other pieces of information that, together, painted a picture out of a detective's office. Medic’s gaze was drawn to a map on the wall, marked with pins and red string connecting various points. They moved closer, recognizing the locations as places where incidents had occurred—break-ins, disappearances, attacks. All related to Youngest.

Their heart pounded as they picked up a file from the desk. It had a picture, the person's face partially obscured, but there was no mistaking who it was. Medic had seen that face around Whumper—one of the underlings of them. The person had been found dead two weeks ago, the cause still under investigation. There were detailed reports about them, autopsies, locations, biographies... informations that Medic doubted Leader had the authority to kno let alone storing.

They set the file down, their hands trembling slightly. Leader had been gathering evidence, but it wasn’t just about finding Youngest. It was about something more.

Another photo on the desk caught their eye. Medic took it, revealing more photos, more notes underneath. Some were crossed out, others highlighted. A list of names—people connected to the kidnapping—each one with a note beside it: confirmed dead, under surveillance, possible lead.

Some of these people were no longer a threat because they were dead. Was it coincidence, or had Leader...?

The sound of footsteps in the hallway snapped Medic out of their thoughts. They hurriedly closed the folder and placed thr picture back on the desk, glancing around to make sure everything was as they’d found it. The door clicked shut just as the office door opened.

Leader stepped inside, looking tired but alert. They froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as they stared in the sight of Medic standing in their office.

“What are you doing here?” Leader’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

Medic tried to keep their expression neutral, forcing a casual shrug qs if they weren’t digging through the room for the last ten minutes. “You left your keys on the chair. Thought I’d drop them off.”

Leader’s gaze flicked to the keys in Medic’s hand, then back to their face. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Leader crossed the room, taking the keys with a nod.

“Thank you,” they said, their tone polite but distant. “Please wait for my return next time.”

Medic nodded, feeling the tension in the air like a physical weight. They turned to leave, but couldn’t help one last glance at the desk, at the folder now lying innocently on the surface.

Leader didn’t miss the look. “Is there something else?”

“No,” Medic replied quickly, shaking their head. “Just... take care of yourself, okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Leader’s expression relaxed, a smile so soft and tender taking over. “Don't worry. Byt you should get some rest too.”

How could Medic be suspicious of them when all Leader did was worrying and caring for the team? Shoving the guilt down, they forced a smile and left the office.

-•-

Later that day, Medic was in the break room when the news broke. The television mounted on the wall buzzed with static before the anchor’s voice cut in, somber and urgent.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news. Henchman, a key figure in the recent string of criminal activities linked to the late terrorist Whumper, was found dead earlier this evening. Authorities are investigating, but details remain scarce at this time.”

Medic’s blood ran cold. Henchman—another name on Leader’s list. Dead. Just like the others.

They stood frozen, the room spinning around them. The timeline didn’t add up. Leader couldn’t have done it—they had only left the office for ten minutes, not enough time to cross the city and back. But the coincidences were too many, too pointed.

When Medic next saw Leader, they couldn’t help but study their face, searching for anything. But Leader looked even more drained than the last time, still trying to hold it together desperately. When Medic mentioned the news, Leader’s response was calm, almost indifferent.

“Tragic, but not unexpected,” Leader muttered, shrugging slightly. They weren’t even focused— they looked like they could just collapse and take a twenty four hour nap. “Agency was after them. It was only a matter of time.”

Medic nodded slowly, but the uneasy feeling in their gut only grew. There was something, something that was beyond their understanding. But as Leader walked away, Medic knew one thing for certain— Leader was doing something wrong. It was either their sleeping habits or the team had a huge problem.

-•-

Soo, have another random one. This is standalone, but I wrote this with "A Score to Settle" in my mind. Not quite part two, but I began writing with that intention.

[bengallemon]

Fallen God

[ko-fi in bio]

[goldkirk]

Hiatus?

We’ve got an intense family medical crisis going on so I may be on a bit more or a LOT less for several days.

It’s going to take me a while to come down from the emotional upheaval and stress, so if you’re waiting on a reply from me, please keep being patient a while longer.

Hope you’re all doing well today and treating yourself with as much compassion and gentleness as you can rn!

[randomized-sims23]

Have some drawings of a TF2 Medic, now that I've finally figured out how to draw his face! Ig this one is more of an "au" Medic or smth, I just know it isn't the regular Medic. A little inspired by Emesis Medic and O.W.N Medic (from YouTube) and this one is named Johannes "Hanz" Weiss, and his gear basically works like Moira's kit, one hand to suck the life away and one to heal...I might work out some more details cause I kinda wanna do something with that knowledge...we'll see. But for now have my Johannes doodles!

[bigothteddies]

whenever I have a particularly bad time online with all the bullshit that gets passed around I try to remember that post that I can’t remember the exact elegant wording they used but whose point was effectively “No one who has tried to care as much as possible about every single thing wrong in the world has ever succeeded and the ones that I found have made the most difference in the world are those who picked one thing and cared really really hard about trying to fix it”. And I really try to focus on how the internet’s morals shift by popular stance and trend every 3 years and how algorithms are pushing for constant conflict and how people are falling under the controlled systematic internet narrative that the world is out to get absolutely everyone and everything and everyone other than you is evil and wrong and….and I try really hard to focus on my memories and experiences of real life. I remember the older lgbt couples shopping my store where I worked as a teen. I remember the little tween girls in religious headwear buying hair dye from my register and giggling to each other in excitement as they went home. I think about the veteran trans woman in my local scene and community whom was offered respect and validity by my peers, whom I traveled with as a kid to an event out of state. I think about the fundraisers my local scene put on for members of the community who got injured. I think of the local shops who make every effort to give back to the community and ask for nothing in return. I try to remember how much that matters, how much doing something or respecting someone you meet irl will always matter more than agreeing or disagreeing with someone over a vague concept online ever will. I don’t have any pretty words or conclusive sentiments to add to this I just wanted to push some of the stress of seeing the constant rage and conflict and bullshit on the internet off my chest and put something else into it’s place instead

[rhyzzzzzz]

More Mumbo soul stuff for the Soul!

OK this might be lengthy so buckle down (saying this to myself mostly)

So I'll go chronologically, in season 8, Mumbo took that pacifist pact, and then over the season he has this weird "You are what you eat" thing happen, then when he eats the pork he turns into a pig. That's when he decides that's enough and seeks out a soul 'donor' to get him back to normal. So that tells us that the changes in his appearance are linked to an imbalance in his soul, so first point, why? Is there any point in previous hermitcraft Canon that might've been a cause of his soul becoming that thin and fragile? Could it be a result of his pacifism in some way?

So Grian completely willingly with no hesitation or reservation, gives part of his soul (of his own volition) to Mumbo to consume, and this doesn't just bring him back to normal, not quite, as we can see Mumbo now has Grians waffle on the back of his head. What this tells me is that the player souls aren't completely interchangeable.

So season 9. Mumbo disappears. Now, I'm not sure what everyone else has in their heads about the series canon, but in mine, Mumbo has a sort of final death, like in the life series, but with significantly more than 3 lives before that (not saying that all the players have a limited amount of lives, I believe it's infinite, but for Mumbo, it just suddenly wasn't anymore)

And now to the summoning / resurrection of Mumbo, and here's my opinion of how that went.

With Mumbo having a part of Grians soul mixed into what remained of his own, there is a sort of teather. It's similar to a soul bound but not really. Grian figures that if he gives up more of his own soul, it could bring mumbo back, but he doesn't know if he has enough left. That's where Scar comes in, Grian's soul bound, which, rather than inherently being a relationship thing, is actually an almost medical-esc 100% match of the souls, like a blood type. So grian ropes scar in, to be an unknowing soul donor, channelling through grian and to mumbo in whatever beyond he's in.

And it works, Mumbo is back and even less like himself than before..

[addictsitter]

chambers (2019) | episode two: "right to know"

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[toastsnaffler]

I slept rly deeply last night even tho it took me a while to get to sleep but I think that was bc I had acid reflux and I'd been playing videogames too late not anything else.... still only got 6 hrs but doing pretty okay all things considered 😚

[somecunttookmyurl]

So it’s not the same thing at all but I am also currently dealing with a ridiculous medicine-and-bureaucracy problem and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about it, so I feel your pain.

I got laid off in May and I just started a new job, but the benefits haven’t kicked in yet and won’t for a few weeks. I’m not clear on the exact date because I technically didn’t work full-time hours for the first two weeks during training and the offer letter has kind of vague wording about that. Meanwhile, my prescription for birth control needs to be renewed and I can’t go to my doctor because I’m currently on Medicaid, the awful government insurance that covers nothing, and fsr my doctor’s office doesn’t take it even though just last year their website specifically said they DO and I picked them out specifically because it said that (my bf has had Medicaid for years and I wanted us to have the option to go to the same place, that’s why I know this even though I had better insurance at the time). But I couldn’t find that page and I messaged her office to confirm and they basically admitted it had been a lie.

Anyway I really really like my new doctor and I don’t want to make my appt anywhere else. I spent so long picking out a doctor last year and it was the first time I was actually able to do that myself instead of one being assigned to me in one way or another.

But I only have enough pills for the next three weeks and I just KNOW even if I do get onto the new insurance before I run out, there’s no way it will be processed in time for me to actually make an appt and then pick up the prescription. (I can’t even BOOK the appt without proof of insurance.)

(I think I recently heard something or other about a new OTC birth control pill, and I haven’t looked into it yet but I’m not sure if it’s even available yet or sold near me if so. But even if it is, idk how to tell if it’s similar enough to mine that I can just switch over to it for a month with no problems. I would just ASK MY DOCTOR, but this is America and I can’t even do THAT without the right insurance.)

In THEORY I could go a month without and just be super careful, but I have no idea if that’s safe or what effects it could have or if I’d need to time it a certain way when I started up again.

Universal health care NOW.

girl i have universal healthcare and bureaucracy still finds a way to fuck with me none of us are safe

but if you're wondering it's perfectly fine to start and stop the birth control pill whenever you like. you just won't be protected from pregnancy until you take it for 7 consecutive days again

if you start it right at the beginning of your cycle it's 5 days but any other time it's 7 so really it doesn't matter just start it whenever and give it a week

(if you just happen to randomly miss a day then you should equally be careful for the next 2-3 days just like in general. psa for anyone who didn't know)

[box-dwelling]

Welp the person on the suicide hotline just told me to stop attention seeking by trying to kill myself. How's your night going?

[lightbulb-warning]

i like keeping all my wips open because otherwise they go straight into "i forgor"-ville (population? everything im not currently staring at.)

my laptop fucking HATES it though. very unsupportive of you, bestie. wdym you can't handle the weight of 12 different overly ambitious projects at once?? massive you problem, you inanimate object.

[tj-crochets]

I’ll share pictures tomorrow, but I’m done with the cat I was making! Now what should I make? (I still don’t have polls lol) - Winter Soldier Bear (for one of my auction winners) - a bug of some kind - pride bee (partially for an auction winner, partially as an example for the fundraiser raffle I’m doing right now)  - a small monster, chicken, or bunny (I want a replacement plushie to keep in my purse so I can give it to strangers) - another cat - that kitten pattern I talked about making - something else?

[fairymint]

yo, I think I'm starting to gain energy momentum finally- I rested in bed for a good half a day so my arm wouldn't get mcfuckin destroyed, and it does feel better. Same w/ the headache I've been having, it's about gone.

Still got work tonight tho so might be slow-ish, really wanna do some digital cleaning.