#mediiiic

[thekingpumpking]

I have no favorites........ahem

[eudico-my-beloved]

i have played nothing but medic for three days

[niki-nv]

MEDIIIIC!

[hostile--elf]

obligatory "MEDIIIIC" caption

my interest shifted back to tf2 and i have more sketches, but i'm probably not going to upload them all publicly, so if you want to see them go check out my patreon!

[circushaven]

MEDIIIIC!!!!!

Scram, run for it!!

@scrunckled-idiot and @bluespace-skull OC fanart..... again.🍊🌺🦺

[self-ships-ahoy]

catch me pressing e because MEDIIIIC!!

also sigma and ram are my other favorite ships of yours ofc!!!

Hannah you posted this at the exact right time tysm for including all those. I'm so happy everyone loves my ship with medic as much as i love him, but also that you remembered sigma even though I don't talk about him as much, and Ramattra even though he's so new (especially Ram cuz i'm lowkey obsessed with him)!

The FPS men really are winning this decade 😌✊

[unlessitsafarm]

@notmedizin

😬 trying to hide a wound (reverse, what injury? who knows. he's working.)

"MEDIIIIC!"

No matter how many times he's told off, Soldire will continue to kick the emergency room's door down whenever he has to get in fast. After all, it's the middle of the night and there's an emergency to deal with! The doctor will understand!

"THE SEAL THREW UP!"

Exactly.

"I'm starting to think that giving her a whole frozen fish was a mistake, we need to--"

--aaand finally he pauses. Not because the Medic is clearly in the middle of... something ( he still isn't sure what, exactly, that man is doing with those corpses, lately. Something about trying to awaken the deads, he guesses? ) or for the look the other shares with him - one that seems to try and kill him on the spot -... but rather for the state of that man. A little disheveled, a little hurt. Clearly with a gash in one of his shoulder, a hole surrounded by a dangerously big stain on his coat way too noticeable not to comment on.

Maybe those corpses were way more fresh than he first thoguht.

"Uhh... Doc? Are you alright?"

[unlessitsafarm]

The BLUs were surprisingly aggressive, today. Either someone actually had the wisdom to actually sit down and read the RED's intelligence for once, or his Team has been taking it way too easy.

Too many already died in the battle, too many had to visit the respawn room - himself included, much to his annoyance - and waste precious time as the enemy's team gained control point after control point, getting dangerously close to their base.

The RED Soldier, accompanied by a handful of companions who had enough of playing defensive, rushed in before their Medic could tell them otherwise, or put some sense in at least one of their skulls -- and it ended up turning into a complete bloodfest. Or, as the american told himself, a shitshow.

They barely reached one of the BLU's points before the massacre began, and to be quite fair they fought teeth and nails until the bitter end. A rogue bullet grazed him, kneeing their Demoman but still making them feel a sense of superiority, a hubris that was promptly silenced by a following explosion. Soldier fell, lost his helmet in the chaos. Shot, almost blindly, from the floor, managing to gain some more seconds as he turned to check the situation, and find it... pretty grim.

From an entire battallion ready to take down the whole world, they were reduced to two. ...one and a half. The Pyro didn't seem like he was going to survive for much longer.

"Not on my goddamn watch!"

It's more a growl directed to himself than anyone else, one that leads him to stand - oh, man! His legs are wobbly, alright - reach for his companion, help him up. A flurry of bullets fly past them, and he makes sure to protect the other, now holding onto him for dear life, and clumsly aim with his bazooka towards the Heavy approaching them. No Ubercharge. No doctor on sight. He could take it.

"MEDIC!" he calls, a few bullets leaving scratches on his face, find his legs, his arms. Aiming with one hand is hard "For crying ou-- MEDIIIIC!!"

--shoots, managing to blow the guts out of the Heavy's stomach, before discarding the bazooka and lifting the Pyro in both arms, running away just in time to notice a Spy taking his form, rushing in. Retreat. God damnit, RETREAT!

@unlessitsafarm sent : get up! on your feet! i'm not leaving without you! ↳ prompted : go on without me!

it is so rare for anyone to hear the pyro emit any sound different from a loud, joyful laughter, or the gentle hum of a happy song. the one he's making now must be shocking for the soldier beside him, as it confuses him first. he's not used to the instinctual whine that comes from his throat, long, prolonged, like a badly contained scream of pain. like the sound of a kid experiencing it for the first time. it's interrupted suddenly by a hiccup that serves more to force air into the lungs, and then it starts again. the floor feels cold and hard under his form, the boards of it rapidly rotting under a force he can't understand, their wonderful bright colours losing in the blackness. trembling hands reach for the side - of... what remains of it, anyway. they lay on the deep cut caused by the window, when it blew up and shards of glass flew everywhere. he took that piece out of his body instinctually, unaware of the consequences, and when he did he could feel immediately the blood start dripping underneath the clothes. his hands press feverishly, trying to stop it, as new hiccups join the first one. he's not used to this. it... hurts. so much...

the hand on his shoulder pushes his gaze up, the haze in his mind not letting him understand who is talking, what is he saying. he recognizes the soldier, eventually - why is he so tall? has he always been so tall? -, the only colourful thing in the entire black, rotting room, his clothes shining bright and red in the darkness. he keeps repeating something. what is he saying? he's talking the rainbow tongue. he can understand it. what is he saying? up. up. up? get up. get up. but he doesn't want to, he realizes with another hiccup, the sounds from the gas mask getting broken, closer and closer to a muffled crying. he wants to stay there, it hurts less. even if the rotting is scary, and closer, and... what if it takes him too? what if he starts to rot too...?

get up! on your feet! he whines, his face pressing on the floor, his breath fast, broken, scared. i'm not leaving without you!

one hand shakily leaves the side, looking almost blindly for the soldier, so much taller than he remembers him. he grasps his hand, or maybe his clothes, and pulls himself on whatever it is for a support as he forces himself up. sitting - oh, his rainblower... it flew against the wall. it lies all broken in a corner, now -, then on his knees - where are all the bubbles? they were here a moment ago. where are all the colours? where is the rot coming from? he looks down. a rainbow is spilling from his wound, but it just gets lost as soon as it touches the ground. it becomes black like everything else -, then, with difficulty, on his feet.

his hand clenches at the soldier, finding himself unable to let him go. his legs tremble as he tries to look around, to find... the flowers, the rainbows, the lollipops he had with him, anything... where is it? where is everything...?

[revel80r]

After prayer room last week, some boys in the youth group absolutely crushed four virulent diseases in Pandemic: The Cure, much to my amazement and enjoyment. "We are the Cure!" At our church, we pray together, play together, and stay together. Come join us for faith, family, fellowship, and fun on Friday evenings, Sunday mornings and more! #prayerroom #youthgroup #boardgame #dicegame #pandemic #thecure #pandemicthecure #wearethecure #futuredoctors #mediiiic (at Faith Hope Love House of Prayer) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2nkbmphqUD/?igshid=1l3sw8x2bniow

[the-chook]

Been wanting to put together a Medic cosplay for a while, so am very happy I finally got around to it for this years Tracon.  Shout-out to all the random people yelling “Mediiiic!” at me...

For next time, Im hoping to take the time to craft some props to this as well.

[ask-the-redmedic]

Mediiiic do you have any arm meat

Soldier said to ask you cuz he doesnt have any

Im hungry

Ja! How much do you need? :}

[madharemuses]

☭ (Garnath and Shards)

“You look familiar... hey, weren’t you like, on our side? What’re you doing here?”

BATTLE THEME: Toxic Love - Tim Curry BATTLE INTRO: “Hey, you’re like, turning on us? That sucks, you were like, really cute too!” VICTORY: “Ohh I’m like, so mad! I’m not even gonna treat you after this!” DEFEAT: “Mediiiic! Oh wait, that’s like, me.” ASSIST: “Hey cutie, you can’t like, die here! We’ve got plan for you!” TAUNT: “What’s wrong, aren’t you like, gonna cry for your Mommy?” REACTING TO TAUNT: “Ohh, that’s it! You’re getting like, double the dosage today!” FLEE: “Given the current situation I’d rather face discharge than continue to be a resistor to the shocking power of-- I ran out of puns, toodles~!” REACTING TO FLEE: “Aww, don’t run away! You haven’t even like, bought me dinner yet!” TIE: “You. Me. Restaurant by the pier. We can split the bill. Sound good?” PERFECT VICTORY: “You know, I’m like, an originium fairy. I control originium. How about I... yannow, double your infection. You won’t be able to like, run away again if I do that, yeah?” PERFECT DEFEAT: “Okay, I give. I’m like, all yours. Take me to your leader.” FINISH MOVE: “Don’t forget, I can control Originium! Go ahead! Try to use your electricity! One spark and all of this dust in the air will, like explode and stuff! Well actually, I got a lighter here and--”

[celestialseclusion-blog]

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         The frowny face mocks us all 

[jinjeriffic]

GoT: Hey, guess who is going to do a complete personality 180, become the very thing she was fighting against, turn into a monster because a dude turned her down and in general will have her character completely assassinated!? :)

Me:   ...

Me: Medic! I need an emergency fix-it fic infusion!! MEDIIIIC!

[missmeela]

Prompt #22: Carteneau

Meela's new patch didn't leave much doubt as to what she was there for. A cannon with two zig-zags of lightning. She was there to blow stuff up.

Her insignia now added a fourth strip, along with a little triangle at the bottom. The joke was that the triangle was to stop all the little lines falling over and was dubbed, 'the foot'. It was the thing to do after spending all day looking at patches and designs, thinking up silly meanings as to what they meant.

Like the red moon Dalamud that hung overhead. It had been brought closer by a diabolical weapon created by the Empire. Their intent had been to crush Eorzea beneath the moon, wiping them all out in a single strike. With that weapon now destroyed, Eorzea was pushing back. There was a plan to return the moon to its normal position but first, they had to take the land below. But there it hung, ominously.

From the very start, Meela had fitted in well with the Fourth Artillery. Some had come from the Thaumaturges guild like her. And many of the others she'd already run into from her work with the Twenty-Second. It was pretty fair to say she was well liked.

Today was the last day that she would see many of them alive.

Shards from the moon fell in long streams of fire and rock. So far, they had been lucky. But, ahead of them stood the lines of the Imperial Army, waiting to tip the scales back in the other direction.

Meela planted her staff on the ground and looked up and down the line of soldiers that formed the artillery section. The air around her buzzed with energy. Some of the most powerful warriors had come to stand against the might of the Imperial Army. For now, everything was quiet save for the occasional fragment falling from the moon above. It was getting close to time.

Then the order came the over the Linkpearl, “Attack”

Meela summoned up a ball of fire and catapulted it towards the enemy lines. The fire impacted into a group of troops and washed over the ground around them. The front line of the Eorzean force started running towards the Imperial lines after the first volley landed but Meela wasn’t stopping yet.

The Imperial army seeing the advance broke into a charge too. Meela launched another ball of fire and sent it crashing into the Imperial lines. Dozens were taken down in each strike. Garlean lives meant less than nothing today. To fail meant an ending to their entire way of life, and for many their entire existence.

Meela launched another strike at the Imperial troops and it was then she had a taste of the Magitek cannon’s reprisal. A blast hit the ground a dozen yalms away from her and flames licked over the protective barrier she’d created around her, but it was still enough force to knock her off her feet.

She got up out of the dirt and pulled herself up with her staff. Some of the soldiers around her weren’t so lucky and remained motionless on the ground. Meela frowned and lit up the sky above the Garlean artillery, showering them with red-hot death. But still they fired.

The two opposing lines of infantry crashed into each other like colliding waves before being shoved back on themselves. Steel clashed against steel, man against machina.

Meela marched on and launched more fire at the back ranks of the Imperial army. It didn’t matter the target. Every one of them she could take out was one less that could counter-attack.

Up ahead a Magitek Armor charged its cannon at the front line of the Eorzean army. Spotting it, Meela enveloped it with a field of lightning, disrupting its systems and sending it tumbling to the ground. Meela carried on forward, stepping over the body of one of her soldiers. They were holding their own, but at what cost?

Suddenly, above her a shard of the moon broke off and dropped towards her. It burst into flames as it streaked through the atmosphere. If it were to hit them, no amount of magical shielding would be enough.

Meela planted her staff again and held out her arms. As the comet streaked towards her, a swirling vortex opened up in the sky and swallowed it whole. Across the other side of the battlefield, it burst into existence behind the Garlean lines and impacted on the ground.

She pulled her staff out of the ground and strode on. One of the Garleans made it through the lines to charge at Meela, but she mercilessly turned his flesh to flame before he was even in striking distance. Meela was a killer, this was the moment she was trained for, what she was born for.

As the battle raged on, it didn’t seem to matter how hard they fought, how many they killed, the Garlean line still held, constantly reinforced from behind. It was now Meela realised how close she was to the line of the battle, so thin were their ranks now.

A cannon blast blew a hole in the line in front of her. The explosion of the blast shattering her protective shield. She drew on her power and pulled the shield back together just as another blast hit. This time it held.

She wove a great wall of fire along the line of advancing enemy troops, hoping that this would be enough to hold them back.

But it didn't matter. Overhead the moon Dalamud shattered into tiny fragments. Fire rained down all around them filling the air with a toxic mixture of soot and flame. From out of the broken moon crawled the mighty Dreadwyrm Bahamut. It let out a ground shaking roar and took off into flight.

It was then they got the order, “Retreat.” Was it all for nothing? All these lives sacrificed and nothing gained? The soldiers continued to fight but slowly made their way backwards. Getting out of this battle was going to be a lot harder than getting into it.

Meela took another step forward and created a wall of ice between the two lines. It was then a hand grabbed her leg. “Meela, please.”

Meela recognised him instantly, another soldier from her brigade. His legs had been crushed by one of the walking contraptions of the Garlean forces. Meela stooped down and put her arm around him, “I’m sorry. I can’t carry you. I’m not strong enough.”

He shook his head, “No, save the Captain, he’s still alive.”

Meela looked over at one of the bodies next to him, it didn’t look like they were moving. Meela clambered over to the Captain and checked him. Apparently, he was alive.

“Get the Hells out of here! Get yourself back to the rally position, you heard the orders.”

Meela looked down at the Captain, it looked like he had a pretty bad shrapnel wound, she wouldn't be able to get him out either. At least not by walking.

An orb of fire blasted a hole through the ice wall and Imperial soldiers stormed though. A Magitek Armor followed behind and fired its cannon.

The blast fell short and Meela shielded the three of them from the flames that scorched by. It was time they were gone.

Meela put her hand on the Captain and the other soldier and vanished into the Aether. In an instant, the three of them popped out at the rally point.

Meela stood up and looked at the distant battlefield. Was this the end? How many had they lost?

"Mediiiic!", Meela called out. Then she took her staff in hand and vanished again.

Meela popped out back at the battlefield. The Eorzeans were in full retreat, but the Imperial Army had ceased its advance. She looked up at the vast Dreamwyrm flying through the sky. There really was nothing more to be done. We had lost.

She flung herself on the nearest two casualties and took them with her back to the rally point.

She pulled off her helm and kicked it away. All around her the land burned. How could they ever come back from this?

Continue with: Alms

[twitchyy-witchyy-girll]

Mediiiicate yourself😛💚💙