#medicine pocket r1999

[friendsoup]

Hello! Can I ask for kissing headcannons with MedPoc, Tennant and possibly Getian? 👉👈

Kissing Headcanons!

Recipe: MedPoc x Reader, Tennant x Reader, Getain x Reader, GN! Reader, CW: Skin Picking (On Medicine Pocket's!)

WC: 571

Chef's Note: SORRY ANON THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I totally didn't forget! (i did). Getian is a new muse for me, so I hope you enjoyed how I wrote him!

Medicine Pocket

They haven’t kissed many people. In fact, you may be the first person they’ve ever kissed. They aren’t too experienced when it comes to romantic affection, though they often pretend like they know their shit. However, when it comes down to your first shared kiss, it’s incredibly obvious that they’re inexperienced. I’m talking, eyes squeezed shut, lips incredibly puckered, a quick peck on the lips. 

They often pick at their lips, and so the skin on their lips is often hard or uneven. It’s not too noticeable when you kiss them, unless it’s an especially bad day.

Medi, surprisingly, gets really flustered when kissing. They’re fine when it comes to casual physical affection, but something like a kiss is new to them. They’re still getting used to it. Every time you kiss them, their face gets incredibly red, and their hands get clammy. 

Sorry I cannot see Medi as suave in the slightest. They’re a little gremlin who deeply craves physical contact, but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Tennant

Oh she’s a GOOD kisser. Like, you’ll be seeing sparks good. She’s had a lot of practice!

Tennant is 100% the type for dramatics. Whispering romantic nothings into your ear before pressing a kiss to your lips, or dipping you before leaning over for a kiss. She loves showing affection in grand ways, making you feel like you’re in a movie. The more star struck you are with her, the better.

Tennant is used to leading when it comes to kissing. She’s usually the one to initiate a kiss, or ask for it. If you end up trying to take the lead, she’ll be a bit lost. She’s not used to letting other people take charge. She won’t hate it, quite the contrary, but it’ll end up as a battle for dominance. 

Tennat likes to tease you before a kiss. She’ll get close to your face, her breath hot on your cheek, before whispering something and walking away. When you try to stop her, she’ll turn to you with a smirk. “Expecting something, love? You know, you only have to ask.” She likes making you flustered.

Getian

He’s not the type for physical affection usually. He won’t initiate it, unless you ask for it. Being physical with people is something he hasn’t done for a very, very long time. He’s gotten quite clueless when it comes to it. If you want a kiss from him, you have to be very blunt.

He’s the type to whisper poetry to you before a kiss. He’ll look at you with stars in his eyes, and whisper every beautiful thing he thinks about you. Every kiss with him is incredibly intimate, and he makes sure of that. Casual affection just isn’t something he does.

Even though he won’t ask for a kiss, he does enjoy them. When you pull away, he’s breathless, his face red and his eyes wide. Every kiss sparks something new inside him, he finds himself longing for them, though he’ll never tell you that. He believes you’re the most amazing person in the world, and kissing you is a blessing.

After a kiss he gets incredibly flustered. It might be hard for him to speak for a little bit afterwards. He’ll hide his face in his wings, or look away from you. He doesn’t like being so vulnerable, though he feels safe enough to do so around you.

[akakris10]

med pocky...

[luna-nuko]

YOU JUST GOT MEDICINE POCKETED SHARE THIS WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO TOTALLY MEDICINE POCKET THEM

[thatisayouproblem]

lmao

also love that the game is inconsistent with medpoc’s pronouns /gen

[clicks-b0mb]

I thought it'd work on a plane for some reason But uh, I'm a bit slow sometimes 🙂 [I've been to India before, thrice]

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[wave06s-illusts]

a chaotic being

[stari-hun]

It’s the birthday of that evil twink but funny enough it’s also the bday of the evil dog I’m friends with

WRAHHHH blowing up the medikaal for you @anonymocha

[yegdreon]

Just got Medicine Pocket 20 minutes ago, and I already leveled them up to II 50. I'm totally gonna draw them today, they're my second favourite character.

[mxsugarhoney]

rotating this image in my head

Goodnight, sweet prince (?)....

[cayonaa]

– Mechanical Bird – | Prologue

Back to the Future.

Summer 1999.

On the device serving as a clock, the date 05.07 was illuminated with red light bulbs. Because of a colossal catastrophe that occurred 27 years ago due to critical oversights by scientists, after which the country still had not recovered, it seemed like it had just happened.

After nuclear accidents at power plants, flooded oil rigs, collapses of laboratories, and various epidemics in major cities, people decided to completely abandon and prohibit most technologies so that such horrors would never happen again.

Well, the government made another mistake, and this time it's the last one that will undo all the achievements of science and technology. They shut off electricity across the country, silly, right? Definitely. They gave some speech about "ecology," but really, the higher-ups just left their offices running on backup power, claiming it was necessary to monitor the situation.

But it seems like no one was planning to improve the situation, not at all.

Over time, those who realized the hopelessness of their situation fled to neighboring countries, where there were restrictions, but not as severe. The first few hundred stayed across the border, getting used to different laws and thanking their lucky stars for being saved. But after crossing into foreign territory once too often, it became inconvenient for governments to keep so many refugees and soon special military patrols were sent to the borders, sending everyone back.

The last hope of living a peaceful life in comfort and convenience had now been cut off, so people had no choice but to... accept it.

The city began slowly but irreversibly turning into ruins, giving way to nature. At first, the population tried to "revive" the architecture and technology, but nothing improved. Buildings and some non-essential factories, without maintenance, became overgrown with moss and gradually fell apart. Only residential houses looked more well-kept and suitable for living.

Predictably, after such widespread devastation, looters appeared, roaming the abandoned and sometimes inhabited houses in search of goods, medicine, and food just to survive.

Money no longer made sense, as banks had ceased to function, replaced by weapons, food, valuable items, and psychoactive substances. Even behind a locked door of an apartment building, you could never be sure of your safety.

Many staged rebellions and futile attempts to break through the concrete walls of the main administration, but what good were they when even the phones and televisions didn't work? Even the lowest echelons of society already understood that the government was concerned and would only ever be concerned about its own ministers.

Over several decades, the criminal world, as in the 60s and early 70s, was reaching dangerous levels of activity again. Those heading there were not only escapees from malfunctioning prisons but also regular civilians. No technologies can obscure the animal instinct. In such a situation, the desire to survive only intensifies.

Some formed groups, competing with others for a place in the sun and a chance to prolong their existence for another day. This often led to muffled sounds of gunfire, rifle-butts striking, someone's shouts, and swearing heard at night.

If you listened closely to the nighttime silence, which never brought peace or safety, you could make out faint knocks, the hum of an engine from a suspicious black van with tinted windows driving by, the creaking of window shutters, and the cries of birds.

Eyes had grown used to the darkness of dusk, when the sun sets behind the tall buildings on the horizon, and ears had grown used to the absence of the once familiar sound of the air conditioner and the brief signals from the power meter.

[glidingisindeedfaster]

Bro pulled the medpoc pose 😭

William Afton lost two baddies in FNAF..

[friendsoup]

Did You Forget? | Medicine Pocket x Reader

Recipe: Medi is Bad at Feelings, Tsudere? Medi, Reader has a bad Memory, X is a shit head, But also the best wingman ever?, Jealous! Medicine Pocket, Medi is head over heels for Reader, Small kiss at the end, Easily Flustered Medi

WC: 984

Chef's Note: The second of my Valentine's Day Special! It feels good writing Medi again <3 I've missed my fail enbey

“Hey, dumbass.” 

A familiar voice disturbs your silent concentration. You look up from the paperwork you were slaving over, making a face at the intruder in your office. Medicine Pocket. Your peer here at Laplace, and a general annoyance. You two get along fine enough, though to anyone looking from the outside, it’d seem as though you despised each other. Mutual bullying was how you liked to describe it. 

“Yeah?” You glanced up to them, before your gaze fell back on your sheet. You knew that’d get under their skin. They hated when you didn’t pay attention to them. Even more when you didn’t play into their banter. This act wasn’t entirely to piss them off though, you had important work to do. You couldn’t sit here all day and hurl insults. 

…though you wish you could. It’d be far more interesting.

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” Medi asks. They shove their hands in their pocket, cocking their head to the side.

That’s unusual. What are they trying to goad you into saying? Do they want an apology? But for what? As far as you’re aware, you haven’t done anything too mean. Nothing that they aren’t cool with. Maybe it’s a special event? You rack your brain, trying to come up with today’s date.

“...Happy birthday?” You meekly propose, pulling your shoulders to your ears. 

“Fucking, what?” Medi shoots back. “Come on! Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?! Have you been eating the pens you use to write all your stupid papers?! Has the ink poisoning killed off all your braincells?!” They hiss. 

Usually, you’d follow the banter, start fighting back. But you honestly don’t know what Medi’s worked up over. The lab has been relatively calm. Nothing important has happened or been planned for weeks now. Your attention turns to them, fully, but all you can do is blankly stare. Something you aren’t used to happens within the silence. Medi’s usual shit-eating grin drops. They tense, a scowl forming on their lips. “You’re serious.” They stare at you, preparing for this to all be a joke. When you don’t respond, they stand upright, turning towards the door. “Whatever. Forget about it. It’s not important anyway.” 

You want to argue, but you’re lost. You simply turn back to your paperwork, picking your pen back up to continue, when a new person enters the office. 

“Oh! Medicine Pocket.” X stands in the doorway, blocking the other scientist’s way. “I thought I heard your voice.” His voice is uncharacteristically cheery, which only ever means trouble.

Medi raised an eyebrow, their scowl only deepening. “What are you here for, nerd?”

“I could ask the same of you! Though I have a hypothesis. Those chocolates in your pocket… they’re for Y/N, yeah?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

Medi jumps. “What the fuck?! Hell no! Like I’d ever give them chocolates. That’s-That’s so stupid! I would never!” “Chocolates? Why?” You pipe up.

X looks quizzically at the two of you, before a smile splits across his face. “Ah, have you forgotten the date? It’s Valentine’s Day. I thought Medicine Pocket was here to celebrate, but I see now I was wrong. How sad. They shouldn’t mind, then, that I have some chocolates of my own to give you.”

“You do?” You ask, eyes lighting up.

“You do?” Medi asks, aggravation flashing on their face.

X makes his way over to you, placing a small bag of chocolates on your desk. You examine them, giving a smile. “Thank you, X. These are lovely.” “Th-They aren’t even your favorite!” Medi argues. 

X simply smiles. “Well, if you don’t get anything better, then that means my chocolates were the favorite, yes?” He asks.

“I suppose it does. In a very literal way.” You respond, narrowing your eyes. What is he getting at?

“Isn’t that deserving of a reward, you think?” He continues.

“Uhm. Maybe?” You’re very confused now, unable to connect the lines.

“In the spirit of the holiday, how about a kiss on the cheek?” X looks to you, his expression unchanging. 

Medi looks like they’re about to throw up.

A kiss on the cheek? That’s nothing. You consider X a little brother, and though you’ve never shown affection to him before, you aren’t against the idea. Maybe he needs the comfort? “Sure.” You give a shrug.

“H-HUH?!” Medi jumps out of their skin. “No! No way! Not happening! Not at all!” They argue.

“But Medicine Pocket, I’ve won. That means I get a prize.” “By default, asshole!” They shriek. “Here, look!” Medi produces a bag from their pocket, slamming it on your desk. It’s a small bag of chocolates, like X’s. Only this time, it’s your favorite. You feel a slight warmth in your face. You didn’t know Medi knew what you liked. You must have only mentioned it once.

“Ah, will you look at that. Seems like you’ve won, Medicine.” X grins. He doesn’t seem too downcast over losing that kiss. “Go on, claim your prize then.” “H-huh?” Medi stutters, glancing over at you.

“You gave the best chocolates, which means you get the kiss. Go on, get it.” X makes a motion towards you.

“Y/N wouldn’t kiss me!” Medi argues.

“I’m not against the idea.” You rub the back of your neck.

Medi’s face turns dangerously red, as they shuffle over to you. With a small peep, they lean forward, squeezing their eyes shut. “Just- Get it over with, alright?!” They bark.

Without any hesitation, you press a quick kiss to their cheek. Instantly, they spring upwards. “Wow, uhm, look at the time! I have to go!” They quickly ramble, before darting out the door.

They were so worked up, over that? You hum to yourself, staring at the door they left from. Half stuck in a daydream.

“Seems my work is done, then.” X states. 

What a dick.

[ywraa]

Rip Blonney you would have loved writing creepypasta

Rip Horropedia you would have loved resident evil

Rip An an lee you would have loved The Magnus Archive

Rip Tooth Fairy you would have loved dark academia outfit

Rip Medicine Pocket you would have loved saying “we are so cooked”

Rip 37 you would have loved wordle

Rip Click you would have loved Nikon D850

Rip Kakania you would have loved using twitter

Rip Isolde you would have loved modern therapy

Rip X you would have loved The Mystery of the Druids

Rip Melania you would have loved Persona

[juthemagicalclown]

Laplace Scientific Computing Center - exploring the unknown with courage, forging the future with technology

[thatisayouproblem]

you haven’t known pain until the x reader tag for your favorite character hasnt had a new post for the past two months

[hatsunemikuplushie]

these are fun to make