Makin My Way Downtown

I AVENGED MEDIC

IT WAS A BLOODBATH AND MY CHARACTER NEARLY DIED, THANK GOODNESS I REMEMBERED THAT I CAN SWAP OUT SALVE FOR BETTER HEALING ITEMS...

AFTER HE RESPAWNED, THIS IS ALL HE HAD TO SAY ON THE MATTER:

“I’m alive again! That’s good.”

I don’t know, it’s just canned npc dialogue but the nonchalant way he said it is just. thats him! he’d do that.  I’m thinking of making fanart of my little starbound world crossover thingy, or making a headcanon or two. I’ll try not to clutter the blog though, I just figure you’d like to hear the ending of the story :)

96!! whats edith's humour like???

( Sorry for the late reply, I was working on another one and accidentally closed the tab, not even heeding the warning that "unsaved changes might be lost..." 😔)

Edith's humor really depends on the day. Normally she'll find any sort of physical comedy or good word play hilarious-, but if she's having a bad day, pretty much any sort of irony will get her. Her humor gets much darker when she's tired/exhausted, but it's also a lot less coherent.

!!!

Oogh the second vaccine is hitting I think...

Hey heads up

Y’know how I said I’d be messing with my theme and then didn’t do anything? Well I’m doing that now, expect eye burning colors and layouts changing and breaking things for the next little while. Sorry guys! I’ll try to be quick.

IMPORTANT

Hey, so I’ll be updating my rules soon to clarify what I am and am not comfortable with writing. For most asks, it’s alright because I didn’t specify and therefore ya’ll had no way of knowing! Since I’m not obligated to respond to all of my asks, it just won’t be filled out.

However.

I’d like to be firm with boundaries.

Sending kink asks in my inbox, is under no circumstances allowed.

Thinly veiled, seeing-what-i-can-get-away-with, closeted, testing the waters, borderline, it does. not. matter.

Anon is on because I choose for it to be. I am writing for my own personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of others in the fandom.

I do not enjoy it when people don't adhere to my boundaries and instead try and push them further.

To be clear, this was one anon, but I would like it to be zero from here on out. Thank you all for sending such amazing asks, and I do hope one person doesn't sour the experience for the rest of ya'll.

Anon will be left on, but should more people try and pull the same thing, it will be turned off, potentially permanently.

It's very late right now, so I can't update the rules yet, but I will be either reformatting or just specifying pieces to better fit what I have learned I would like to write, and what I would not.

Those who have sent asks before the rule change, it's not your fault! I didn't necessarily know what I was and wasn't comfortable with, but know that if you sent an ask that does not adhere to the new rules, it likely won't be finished.

On the bright side, there's a fair few asks I've yet to get to that I'm very eager to write!

Brooo thank you for the positive kitty... I don’t think I can tag everyone I’m friends with so imma just post this in our server... positive kitty....

@outforawalkb1tch @enemy-to-the-state @blueisagreatcolorforawitch @aggressive-positivity-network

So, self insert ocs.

As someone who’s blog revolves around this one, I have some thoughts on the post.

Edith was originally a self insert oc. However, since I wanted the fic I was writing to be a sort of love letter to the community, I decided to expand her personality and try to make it so that she could be projected on by anybody. Or at least, as many people as possible. Speaking a second language, feeling out of place, having anxiety about going places, making impressions, the things in her past and mistakes she’s made, all of these things are a mixture of what I feel and what I’ve heard others feel a lot, and so I added them.

But she is, in fact, her own character and 10th class, whom I love a lot. Whether or not she is so wholly unique that she stands out, I don’t care.

But what I did care about, ironically enough, was making an impression. And that came with the mechanics of her class. 

Just because you have a self insert or 10th class OC, you are not obligated in any way to explain what their purpose is, what their reasons are, so long as YOU are happy.

For me, I wanted to come up with a unique 10th class that had her own mechanics, but that’s because I saw untapped potential. If she were to be in the game, it would be near impossible for those mechanics to actually work due to map limitations. 

And that’s the thing, because she’s a work of fiction, it doesn’t matter.

That means I can get as creative as I want with her, because she’s not part of the game. 

As for shipping, my personal rule is not to ship her with any of the mercs! Not in the main fic, anyway. Might make some spinoffs if I ever finish the main one, but I felt that many had a bias towards certain characters they liked, (which is absolutely fair and I love those kinds of fics either way), and I wanted to keep it so that she could have varying relationships with everyone and not just romance! It’s for personal reasons, not influenced by anybody else.

 However, I immensely enjoy seeing people shipping their ocs and self inserts with the team! Why the heck do you think I post x reader headcanons sometimes?

In the end, your characters are not more or less valid, and you don’t love your characters more or less depending on how developed they are.

As long as a character makes you happy, as long as the relationships they share make you happy, as long as you are content, then nobody, and I mean NOBODY can tell you how YOU should write YOUR characters.

You can take overdone concepts and expand upon them in your own way, because your character is unique to YOU.

You can give them modern day clothes and use tropes because your character is unique to YOU.

and YOU,

can do whatever you DAMN want.

You are valid, loved, and your characters, your self inserts, your tenth classes are yours and yours only. I support you all the way!

Do not send hate/harassment towards the author of the post being mentioned here, you goofs. 

I was suddenly overcome with the urge to search up “heavy image tf2″ on google dot com and caption an image “huggable”

this transitioned to me almost crying over how amazing this guy is. plea-se- pleas..e...i am... goigmbng to yell

hes...perfect..................

Medic coming to terms with feelings like butterflies and bursts of excitement when fem reader is around? He doesn't really know what love is or if he does hes stubborn and dismissive of it as a concept.

(Hope this sort of ask is okay, also started reading your fic recently and I love it)

Thank you very much, your compliment means a ton! I’m really glad people are liking the fic so far! B,)

And heck yeah these sorts of asks are okay! I’m pumped to do this one!

MEDIC & FEM READER

Oh, Medic was aware of the concept of “love” alright. Not once had he ever thought it more than a series of chemical reactions, that only brought trouble along with them. (Edgelord)

Technically, he briefly had a license. Having gone through training and watching beside “real” doctors, the number of times he had seen the wrong side of relationships was astounding. Partners abused, unfairly treated, spiteful, arguing, more venomous than snakes. Truly, it gave him the idea that love was merely a reason to stick with somebody for far longer than one should, and to give up on your work.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in love as a concept, no, but the amount of fantasy brought into such a cut and dry idea left him impassive to it at best.

So when he and you first met, Ludwig found himself baffled at your lack of fear for the doctor, and the confidence you put into your stride, invading his life and the other’s without a care in the world.

He found himself urging you to stay away. After all, these men were dangerous- yet it puzzled him. Why would he? You were a free source of experiment material, not to mention he cared little for others wellbeing, why yours?

It only dawned upon him that he… Rather enjoyed your presence when Archimedes made a display of landing on your wrist, and instead of freaking out or attempting to crush the bird, you merely… Pet it. Stroked it’s feathers with care and… love, that it hit him like a truck.

This man was furious. How dare you come into his life, interfere with his experiments, and drag him into this, this pitfall-

But when he gripped the ubersaw, the look of genuine, pure curiosity and unfiltered exuberance upon seeing it, going so far as to approach the weapon and try and take it in your own hands, that he realized he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He supposed it was because this woman had never been like one he had ever met prior. Miss Pauling understood his excitement but it was unlikely she shared it, and undoubtedly all the other civilians he had met had been put off by his stories…

Passing in the hallways, he recalled the moments in which it felt like a fluttering dove in his chest, he almost checked if Archimedes had somehow gotten in there- But das war nicht der Fall, no. Had it truly been the affection he had ignored out of spite for god this entire time?

Or instances in which the room went electric with thrilled elation at the discovery that a recent experiment was a success, to have somebody who shared their maniacal laughter or smiled despite their clear discomfort, only served to amplify the charge of exhilaration he felt, to share it.

That you were there when he dropped his guard, showed affection towards his doves, or was vulnerable and weak, sickly even, you had stood by his side like a doctor’s assistant. How had he been so blind?

When he discovered you with his coat draped over your shoulders, far too long with the swath of white fabric touching the floor, he had been stunned. You donned it despite it being spattered with red blood as if it were your own, he could only chuckle and gently pry it away when he saw your look of shock at being found out.

When he found you had taken care of the other mercenaries after watching his methods and practicing it on your own so they would not disturb Medic’s intense focus, had the feeling been pride?

The mad doctor decides to allow you to stay, arranging with Miss Pauling for you to be an assistant so that you would not be gunned down upon leaving with company secrets. As much as he loathed the idea of company of the other mercenaries outside of his experiments on heavy and the others, he can’t help but allow the cheerful bounce in his step when you sign your name on the paperwork, and are accepted into your new home at RED.