#booletsandblossoms

[classic-toxic-medicine]

"Oooh. Coldfront." He shivered at the mention, having heard just how cold it could get. "I grew up in a subtropical region...so the cold really gets to me. The fur does help a hell of a lot, but I don't have it all the time...But yeah I'm okay. You know....It'd be easier if I went and got dressed and came back here. Hold on." He held up his index finger before turning around and running off on all fours, and he was fast, going at least a good 40 mph due to having long strides and a flexible spine.

It took probably 15 minutes before a tall and rather wiry man in a t-shirt and shorts came sprinting back, long legs covering quite a bit of ground in a short time. He slowed down and then stopped in front of Alexei. Even when he looked fully human, he was still three inches shy of being 7 feet tall. He ran his fingers through fluffy white hair.

"Anyway. Thanks for waitin'."

If you see a large, long 9 foot white-furred hare-like humanoid-ish creature running around. Um...Good luck.

Alan had gone off base, stripped down, folded up his clothes, and then shifted into his werehare form so he could run around. Doing this sort of thing made it less painful when the full moon forced him to shift forms. It kept him lucid.

[dodomedic]

@booletsandblossoms "hallo!" Waves once , runs up real close. "I think we've met before why back, you are the garden Heavy?" Hartmut didn't recall a name er Axel but that was something on a car, he tapped his chin. "Lovely spring may your garden be green!"

[zehypocriticaloath]

"Red rose." Gently, Alexei tucks his arms around Aldous from behind, giving him a kiss on the temple. "Vas vondering... could hearing you play piano? Have not been hearing you play for vay too long and am missing et."

Ah, the piano. It had been a long time since he last played it. He couldn't quite recall his last session gently coaxing out sweet notes from those ivory keys. Quiet as he pondered this revelation, he looked up towards the towering Russian. "It has been a while, yes." He missed it, too, but he wondered how easily he could get back into playing it. "Now? Or later?"

[falkinghannacross]

What's this? A green and pink plastic basket full of chocolates and fragrant spring blossoms. A note tied to the handle reads- 'to H. Been a while, but thinking of you fondly, my friend. Hope you are doing well. Love, A.'

The pleasant aroma is hard to miss, but if he had, the bright plastic basket did a wonderful job of catching Hanna's eye. The note brings a smile to his face. He'd have to visit his friend to thank him in person.

[redgentleengie]

Jonathan was an Engineer, and as such he did a lot of work with his hands, building things to help other people do their jobs better. That spilled over into his personal life, as well: if he could make something that would improve a teammate's life outside of work as well, he frequently found bits of time to make it happen.

"I think so," he replied. "The word 'verdant' means 'this thing is green because of all the green plants.' Full of life, like springtime!"

@green dress: "You know, Alexei, I come from a textiles town. I could probably fix something similar up for you to fit your body type. Could make a dapper suit, if you want something a bit more masculine."

"OH! You can do dis?"

The Heavy's lake blue eyes grew big as saucers, sparkling with delight, his smile wide and bright. His mind flicked through all sorts of possibilities on how this could be done, how it would look, how he would look in it. "Vood like et very much! Soft green, vith many flowers and vines and leaves. So es looking... ah, vhat es word? ... organic. Es making sense?"

[allysdelta]

FINALLY THIS MONSTER IS DONE. (the painting, not the Orc.)

To celebrate the purchase of my new computer (and by extension, the consistent function of my new tablet), I began work on a piece that I’d promised my friend @booletsandblossoms​ over a year ago. Not only did I actually take the trouble to paint a background for once, I learned a few things along the way, one being that apparently I am capable of drawing elaborate armor on-model. Barely.

This is Alex’ei Greensower, “green” in every sense of the word but well on his way to becoming a standout shaman. He’s much sweeter than the stereotype of his people would suggest, and he’s a heck of a healer besides.

I’m thinking of doing some more Warcraft-themed drawings in the future (though probably not as detailed as this). Anyone interested in commissions?

[bonecarvedquiver]

@booletsandblossoms

Well, aren’t you a big fella. RED, huh? Guess that makes us natural enemies. No hard feelings for the next fight we’ve got scheduled, yeah?

[blusollyjd]

Ketchup post!

OK SO I’m slowly re-establishing J.D. here. For those of you who remember me, HI THERE. For those who don’t, HI THERE ALSO LET’S BE FRIENDS, MAGGOTS. Anyway, I’m getting back into the swing of things, starting out with two of my kids and slowly waking more up as I go if I can keep up- my Heavy, Alexei, @booletsandblossoms, and this guy. Now, Alexei, I’m playing like he’s been here the whole time- hiatus? What hiatus? Jane, though, that’s not so simple.

 When we last left this loud, obnoxious, painfully loyal doofus, he was filling in at Ravine, meant to come back to his main base of Coldfront in a couple weeks. Which became months. In the meantime, his beloved Abelard (@zecuddlyblumedic) wasn’t answering his mail. Jane practically begged the Ravine administrator to go back, was refused, and then did the most logical thing he could think to do. He decided to walk. From Ravine to Coldfront. This fucking guy. Well, he made it to 2Fort at least, where his old friend William and WIlliam’s companion Elwood came up with a plan, as teleport and train travel would be blocked for him (being AWOL)- put him in a huge crate with some food and water and mail him back to Coldfront, a plan that Jane eagerly agreed to. It would have worked just fine if the mail hadn’t gotten lost. Extremely lost. In transit, Jane has been bounced to practically every *other* TFI base but the one he’s been trying to get back to, sometimes twice- a journey of over two years. A normal person would have thrown in the towel long ago. But anybody who knows Jane knows he’s far from normal. He has finally arrived home to Abel and is currently getting his bearings and recovering from, well, two years being stuck in a box for the most part. He will be available for play with everyone else after his re-introductory thread. In the meantime, expect some short drabbles involving Jane’s thoughts while on his journey. I’m glad to be back. Feels like coming home, in a way. :) -Jess

[zecuddlyblumedic]

Vibes: Warm, inviting, trustworthy. You just seem so friendly and kind, invested in everyone's safety and happiness. Strange as it sounds, you seem like you'd be a great mom. Even though you're a guy. :P

[LOL. No, you’re completely right. He would make a great mom. Even though he’s a guy. He’s got that kind of vibe, doesn’t he? This guy is going to continue worrying over everyone, making sure everyone eats good, takes care of themselves, gets plenty of sleep, and water… ]

[pushspacetocontinue]

Rabbits and REDs (closed for booletsandblossoms)

@booletsandblossoms He couldn't help but head back towards the RED base. Maybe it was the hare traits he now possessed telling him to seek out plant life. Maybe it was just because he needed to know if it was still even after being gone for too years. His eyes widened when he saw the green house. It really was still here. A smile crept across his face and he couldn't help but start to hurry towards it. He needed to take a closer look.

[brimestonedreams]

@booletsandblossoms​ COME ON, Alexei throw it back!

[booletsandblossoms]

^previous -------- "Oh... does not matter. If are busy I can vait." Not that he minded. Aldous never had a problem with his Heavy watching him work, for the most part- unlike far too many people, Alexei was quiet enough not to be a distraction. He also didn't touch anything he clearly shouldn't. He just liked to watch, sometimes playing with the sleek unkindness of ravens that Aldous kept. Alexei wondered if Aldous knew how graceful and brilliant he looked while he was working. He always seemed to know exactly what he was doing, expression so intense, eyes brightening (even the blinded one) whenever he found a solution to some problem he'd been working at. In the Russian's mind, completely gorgeous. But he also knew that Aldous' real passion was the piano. Always the perfectionist, he hated making the slightest mistake, his finger touching a single incorrect key. And yet, he also looked so peaceful, even while wearing that same expression of intense concentration, his beautiful fingers dancing across black and white with, yes, surgical precision. Alexei always did what he could, from time to time, to nurture that gift. "Es just sad to tink of dat beautiful piano gathering dust. Do not know if anyvun es going into arthaus anymore." The person who'd established it, first as a dance studio and then branching out to create spaces for literature, music, and visual arts, had left some time ago with his beloved. The proud and poisonous Oleander had taken off with the bitter Kowhai to the latter's homeland. He wrote often- it wasn't an unusual sight to find his Medic poring over the latest piece of correspondence from New Zealand.

[zehypocriticaloath]

Hello, what's this? A black and red wicker basket filled with fine German chocolate eggs and a matryoshka painted like rabbits of all colors. The tag on the handle is signed with several red hearts and the letter 'A'.

He had just arrived to the infirmary with a few traditional treats he made for Pesach. He was caught off guard by the basket, and he quietly sifted through its contents with a sense of intrigue. It wasn't until he found the hand painted matryoshka did he give a small smile.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Cognitive Assessment

alcoholism. amnesia. anxiety. appetite loss. binge eating. codependence. cynicism. defensiveness. denial. depersonalisation. depression. derealisation. devaluation. displacement. dissociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealisation. insomnia. intellectualisation. introjection. isolation. low self-esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overeating. panic attacks. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection. psychosis. rationalisation. regression. repression. restrictive eating. risky sex. self-harm/self-destruction. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking. suppression. thousand-yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash temper.

Tagged by: I stole it from a certain RED Russian. (aka @redheav )

Tagging: @blue-haired-tales @brawla @viktor-the-medic @by-a-longshot @f-reedomfighter @booletsandblossoms @boostbonkbam @bloodiedforest @lil-lady-lily @lcbrat @zehypocriticaloath @closeknithearts (any muse you like) @mixedfcclings (any muse you like) and anyone else who you like to do this. 

[nichtschaden]

***DISCLAIMER UNTIL SUPER RECENTLY I WAS BLUTEAMMEDIC***

Rules            Overwatch            TF2            Resident Evil

Hey guys! I don’t know how it happened, but here we are. Time to gush about people you should follow.

THE BAES

@mxcreed The cowman of my nerd’s dreams tbh. Mimi makes McCree feel like a living, breathing person who’s loved and lost and has so much left to give. 13/10 would firmly hug

@chronal-anomaly The little sister he fucking needs. Will kick his ass with love. Grace brings so much life to Tracer, it’s amazing. 13/10 sassy af

@soldiier / @ofbsaa Cake is my favorite shy snail. He’s an absolute sweetheart, and his writing is so good. Highly recommend his Soldier 76 and his Chris Redfield. 13/10 would send him actual cake

@repentiing / @ofraccooncity Basically introduced myself by sending angsty ship songs. For some reason, he stayed. His Reaper and Leon Kennedy are So Good fam. 13/10 will make you sob

@zehypocriticaloath / @zecuddlyblumedic Where??? Do I start??? These two Medics were who I aspired to be back when I made this blog in 2011. Cuddly is the nicest person on the fucking planet. These characters have YEARS of material behind them. 14/10 has put up with me forever and I love

@captain-outoftime It’s not even the right blog but I don’t care, Abby is one of my best friends. If you like Steve Rogers at ALL, fucking follow her. Her Steve is so real, and I’m happy to call him one of my sons. 15/10 can write angst that will make you bawl in public

PEOPLE I LOVE/STALK/OR ADMIRE FROM AFAR

@manofmedicine @themostpeculiarman @gamblingwithlove @memoiresdouloureux @warcommanded @warcommanded @warcorrupted @hucklexberry @sigrunvalkyrie @purehardt @iironhardt @shiizukesaa @stcrmforged @sane-soldier @askblupatriot @meithebae @red-boston-batter @gildedgoldwords @ttaube @dancing-death @booletsandblossoms @shootingsharp

there’s more but I can’t think of any at the moment ahhhhh thank you so much for giving my nerd a chance!!!

[zehypocriticaloath]

"Merry Christmas, my dear red rose!" Beaming, Alexei presents his beloved Medic with a brightly wrapped gift with a red rosebud tucked in the ribbon. Inside is a leather case containing a set of scalpels, brightly shining as silver starlight and sharp enough to cleanly slice paper with a single flick of the wrist. True, the company provided Medics with equipment, but shouldn't a doctor such as Aldous have his own set? (There is also a box of round, tan cookies that smell of spice and honey.)

The old man simply lit up upon seeing him. Something could be said about the Russian’s presence in the doctor’s life. He really had softened his heart, brightening his life. Aldous smiled a lot more because of him. Began to enjoy the holidays at long last, something he had loved to do in his youth.

“Sonnenblume,” he said, taking the offered present. “You shouldn’t have.” 

Excitedly he opens it, and he’s taken away by what he sees. Of course he gave Alexei a practical gift, because he, like his twin, favored practicality among all things. But then, he wasn’t sure if Alexei liked the same train of thought. Seeing the present that he was given, though, washed away all his fears. Seems like the Heavy thought the same way.

It didn’t take long for him to have the case open. He was inspecting each tool with the kind of maniacal glee he was well known for. Like a kid in a candy shop. Except the candy had been replaced with tweezers and scalpels, and other horrifying tools for those terrified of doctors in general. A personal set. One that he could keep well after his years in MannCo.

Perhaps… when he retired with Alexei, he could get a job somewhere as a small town doctor in a tiny clinic. Or maybe a small town surgeon in general. He could live life out how he had wanted it, before the war and before his life went downhill. Just the two of them.

But he’d think about that later. Right now… he smelled cookies. And he knew that Alexei must have made these.

“Vhat are zhese?” Too excited to keep a hold of his accent, he opened up the tin, inhaling the delicious scent of honey and spices. “Did you– Sonnenblume, did you make zhese?”