#medic team fortress 2

[oblique-lane]

Cemetery of Doves

[xortakesbrush]

it’s my bday 2day, so I drew myself a crush I’ve had sinse 13 y/o.

Also, it’s the 1st fanart sinse last year ig… omg. Tf2 nation, how we feelin’?

[pestomoment]

his doves are all girls and he calls them "the ladies" and "the girls" i do not gaf i dont wanna hear otherwise

[scutscut]

In highlight of recent Sandvich Saga instalment bc we are so back (check Robin's twitter)

Low tier Medic is not in my bingo this year 💀

[vertrauensieihremarztm]

You remind me of Butter Roll Cookie.....

@notthebutteronbread

Butter Roll cookie? How do I remind you of cookies? I can’t say I’m exactly offended but that’s quite an odd comparison…

[sammitopl]

heavymedic but they are messenger bags i saw on pinterest

[dummekrahe]

:DDDDD

[valkenopsia]

[kirieshkavpope]

A good company

[neonghozt]

HIS NAME IS HERBERT LMAOOOOOOOOÓOOOOO😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[dunybuh]

Save me medic from tf2 pls be real medic

Animation I did from a panel of the comic!

[stern-n]

pain, soul burning like dark fire.

[99pm-e]

I need what these mf have.

[oblique-lane]

Wannabe

[scutscut]

Day 1 : Battlefield / Each other's weapons

Real ones know fr RAHHHHHH LET THE WEEK START AND GOING SMOOTH!!!!!!

[vertrauensieihremarztm]

No promises! Kidding of course.

Medic smiled wide, this time from excitement. He gently pushed Snipers head back down and finished administering the proper drugs to the breathing mask as well as grabbed a breathing tube.

Ready?

Minutes have passed since Sniper last said he would arrive. It doesn't help that he fell silent for a little while, too- the clock ticking idly in the background as the seconds blend together, until, and rather abruptly, the doors to the infirmary swing open.

Finally, he's arrived, although somehow a little more disheveled than normal, a scowl on his face as he glares at Medic from behind his aviators, panting like he's just run a marathon.

[ @gunners-and-feathers ]

// SORRY THIS TOOK ME AWHILE anyway hes been grumped

Medic turned from the notes he’d been writing, a broad smile on his face— not necessarily a fond smile, but rather his naturally wide toothed grin. Taking a moment to observe your disheveled state, his eyes trailed up and down quickly before settling back on your own pair, not paying much care to how you looked but rather your untimely manner.

Ah! Sniper, finally here. Where were you? I’ve been waiting a good… hmm… He put his finger to his chin as he kind of bobbed his head in a thoughtful manner, looking up to the clock. 20 minutes? A half hour? Something of those sorts.

Medic was setting a few things away, a notepad and pen, some sort of sample in a Petri dish you probably are better off not knowing about, and a small microscope. As he moved around the room, reaching up to put the microscope in a top cabinet he turned towards you, tilting his head curiously.

Where’s Misha?