irritablereddemo sent: I require a large band aide

irritablereddemo:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

How large do you need it to be?

"Because I was not on base grounds when this happened… Out of respawn and out of sight and mind of anyone. No medigun and nothing other than my captors and a pitch black basement" Friedrich replied in a low voice. No, he was dragged out of respawn influence and used as a human pin cushion. Trapped in the middle of nowhere for a month and left there to die. "Frankly speaking, I should have been in my grave by now. But thank you for asking" he sneered lightly and walked to the nearest chair, sitting on it.

This demoman seemed to have no tact or any manners. And frankly speaking, Friedrich was hardly in the mood for rude folk these days. He was patient once, but with what happened, everything seemed to have been tipped off balance for him.

But he would tolerate him fora little longer. At least until he’s done.

"what about now, respawn restores you to the age of input, that’s why no one seems to age, medi gun? did they contaminate your leg with australium?"

He itched at the base of his horn nub, mood changing to mild interest now that the other was displaying signs of fatigue with the sugar sweetness. of course it also had to do with the morbid fascination of the respawn.

"only a month?"
didn’t sound that bad to him anyways, he itched harder. then inspected his nails for possible skin bits, blood and anything else that might be on his head. He tilted his head at the death comment, if only.

he dropped down to hands on knees and did his creepy crawl towards the medic, in well practiced movements that were fluid and strange from a biped on all fours. uninhibited by his undone pants, he let out a satisfied sigh. A terse medic was something he could read.

Coming over to the weak side of the medic, hand on his ouchie he reared back up on his knees.
"maybe you should see a doctor."
being completely serious in that advice, he thought about offering to take the bad leg away via amputation. SO he could eat it, but he refrained because he could do that on the battle field. 

Friedrich sighed to the questions and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was hardly a secret matter and just about anyone knew what happened to him so he hardly cared about sharing when asked. For this particular medic it was just mere unimportant detail at this point. And who wouldn’t treat a near death experience like that? It was the past and it taught him the real value of his life. A value he worked to keep safe and preserve well right now. “No,  they did not. And yes I respawn with the input data. However when I came back I couldn’t respawn properly due to my extremely weakened state, so they had to rewrite all of it at the point I got better and was able to walk again. As you may guess,  was in bed the whole time, trying not to die due to multiple failures” he sighed and shook his head.

Why all these questions? He wondered. “So to make it simple for you, My respawn data has been completely changed to the most up to date time in which I could function on an average level”.

The display of the man crawling on the floor on his 4 was rather bizarre to say the least and he watched him with a raised brow, even flinching away a little when that one came too close. The offer did make him laugh though. “Please, I’ve been under the watchful eye of my husband ever since he brought me back here. If not for his constant work on me, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have been talking to me right now. However, everything has its limits and there is not much more that can be done for me. Perhaps one day i’ll respawn with a better leg. Or if I don’t respawn long enough maybe it will heal a little more and we can see about rewriting that data again… Who knows” he shrugged.

Yes, Johannes was by his bed day and night for the past few months. And his careful treatment was all that kept Friedrich alive for so long when he simply gave up time and time again and preferred to just die. But he couldn’t leave a mourning husband, now could he? No that would be too selfish.

"Now, are you quite done with your own problem there mister?" he gestured to the man in hopes to shoo him away. Being in such close proximity was making Friedrich nervous.

misscaribousoldier sent: Do you have any splints for fingers?

misscaribousoldier:

khatmedic2:

I’m pretty sure I do have a few… at least I had last time I restocked before leaving. Broken finger or just fractured?

"I’m usually the designated driver, or I make sure they spend all their money at once. In Vegas happens often" relaxing and stretching the injured finger she sighed.

“I’ll make sure of it. I hope you like spice, I start with chili powder and hot sauce, repeating that multiplied times through the process.” Thinking about how people complain about the heat, she just shrugs it off and eats it.

"I’m not a fan of spicy food, but I suppose it’s always nice t try new things. And no I won’t complain for any free food tossed my way" Friedrich laughed "Spicy or not, I think it would be a good challenge."

His taste buds would probably hate him after wards, but there was no harm in a bit of fun.

"How does that feel?" he changed the subject, pointing to the damaged finger. Of course he could use his medigun for this and make it heal quickly, however the extensive usage always emptied the battery, which gave him trouble on the field afterwards. Plus Friedrich always preferred the traditional healing on top of the scientific one… for obvious reasons. The medigun had its effects on him. There’s no telling when it will have the same effects on everyone else.

irritablereddemo sent: I require a large band aide

irritablereddemo:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

How large do you need it to be?

Friedrich smiled at the reminder and nodded “Yes, I suppose that is a good example”. His leg of all things seemed to be recovering the slowest. But that was to be expected… after the amount of breaking and fracturing it went through thanks to a certain RED medic… and then being handed to the devil himself, it did take its toll. And he had to wonder if he’ll ever be completely healed to begin with. Sad thought that one, but he made up with any possibility of an outcome.

He did watch the demoman though, wanting to help but deciding that the best course of action would be to stay put. He did crawl out from under that table, so that’s already a plus. “You may do whatever makes it easier and more comfortable to you. As far as I’m concerned you can tie the bandage with everything still on, if it’s more comfortable for you. Bu, I can put the heating on if the chill bothers you” he offered. Though keeping the room cool was the best choice due to the numerous samples sitting on their shelves and in far corners. “The only real important part is to apply it tightly enough after you’ve put it in the right position. We don’t want it healing in any other way than how it should”.

"why haven’t you used the medi gun?"
That would have fixed it quickly usually, or at least commit suicide and respawn with a new better leg. unless the medic thought limping brought about character, stupid.

"no, temperature is fine." he had two layers, making it too hot would not help either. His hand rested on his tummy looking around for the bandage. under the shirts meant he could at least change his cloths. 

"how it should? it shouldn’t have happened."
He was physically fit and used his abdominal muscles all the time on field and off. this weakness was perplexing to him. Maybe he ought to get the surgery but not from this medic. He probably didn’t even hold a license.

"Because I was not on base grounds when this happened… Out of respawn and out of sight and mind of anyone. No medigun and nothing other than my captors and a pitch black basement" Friedrich replied in a low voice. No, he was dragged out of respawn influence and used as a human pin cushion. Trapped in the middle of nowhere for a month and left there to die. "Frankly speaking, I should have been in my grave by now. But thank you for asking" he sneered lightly and walked to the nearest chair, sitting on it.

This demoman seemed to have no tact or any manners. And frankly speaking, Friedrich was hardly in the mood for rude folk these days. He was patient once, but with what happened, everything seemed to have been tipped off balance for him.

But he would tolerate him fora little longer. At least until he’s done.

sane-soldier said: AWWW I WANT ONNNNNE (a hat, not another roommate XD)

// they so soft toooo eee <3 

// So my soon to be room mate gifted Foxy and Me these 2 lovely winter hats x3. The black cat for me, and the fox for my beloved foxy &lt;3. I&#8217;m excited x3.

// So my soon to be room mate gifted Foxy and Me these 2 lovely winter hats x3. The black cat for me, and the fox for my beloved foxy <3. I’m excited x3.

misscaribousoldier sent: Do you have any splints for fingers?

misscaribousoldier:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

I’m pretty sure I do have a few… at least I had last time I restocked before leaving. Broken finger or just fractured?

 

Friedrich cackled and nodded “I do not like vodka all that much, I’ll admit. However a glass of whiskey or brandy are always appreciated. Or beer really, though that’s among the weaker things I drink” he scratched at his chin and beard for a moment as he spoke and thought about it. Johannes liked wine more than anything. But it was always fun to get drunk in general, no matter what they used. “Sadly, however, I don’t exactly get drunk. I get sick after consuming too much, but never really drunk. All these chemicals from the medi-gun have made me rather immune, and granted me these-” he pointed at his eyes that seemed to return light whenever light hit them. Much like road signs did. Except his were cyan and not blue. “So i’m not very good drinking company, i’m afraid” he smiled at the soldier and finished his own coffee, taking the woman’s mug and his own tot he counter before returning to his sit and relaxing.

"But if you do find yourself hungry for something sweet, you’re welcome to drop by any time. Or if its the spicy food, then you may want to see my husband Johannes. He’s quite the chef." Friedrich cackled lightly.

"Alright, I stocked up on the good stuff from my last visit. I usually give them to people who enjoy vodka or I sell it twice markup. I know I will never drink it." Listening to him talk about the chemicals and how he drinks. "I never had alcohol before, I don’t wanna drink it though. I know how it destroys lives too well"

She looked him in his eyes “They’re really pretty though, such a nice color” Her’s were dark brown, kinda like a puppy. Having thick lashes she can give a look to get what she needs in desperate times. Then food was brought up. “I will take that offer, later.” She wasn’t very hungry now but later maybe.  ”I can smoke some pretty good ribs. They’re just really hot. I don’t have very good taste so I load my food with a lot of spice.” 

"That is mighty kind of you" he admitted "And I’m sure the receivers are rather happy with such gifts" Friedrich cackled and nodded. Alcohol had its way with everyone who cared to give it a shot. Some got addicted, others did not. And a select few would take it to extreme levels. Like himself when he hit a hard time.

Yes, the memories were quite unpleasant, but they were the past. And with his little curse now, he could never hit that same bottom again. And then what reason is there for him? His health? Hardly a bother in comparison to everything he gained in the past year and a little. “It’s good to have a drink in good company or to celebrate something, but I prefer to be the watch dog in such occasions, and try to make sure no one overdoes it all that much”.

"Ah. Ribs seem to be an all times favorite for quite a few soldiers. I’ll admit though, I do love a good piece of meat myself" he was a sort of a chef as well, but with different tastes. But with his recently acquired condition, cooking, or any mundane activity was difficult. "Perhaps you’ll invite me to a few pieces next time you’re cooking?" Friedrich offered with a grin.

irritablereddemo sent: I require a large band aide

irritablereddemo:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

How large do you need it to be?

Friedrich rolled his eyes and turned to the stove, heating up some water already in the pot and preparing a cup of coffee as he spoke. It was still very hard for him to move around properly… and the noticeable limping more than gave it away to any observer. But he didn’t mind, his walking cane was near by should he need it.

Finally done preparing the cup, he turned around again and leaned against the corner, a single hand resting on his side while the other helped sip the brew “Well, the issue is a weak muscle that seemed to be falling out of place due to either too much work out or other reasons of applying too much tension to the surrounding system of muscles. As a result, you have this ” he ushered to the area in question “So, there are two ways of getting rid of this; one and the more ADVISED method is by applying very tight bandaging to the area so that the piece can be pushed back onto its place until it heals and dissolves and returns to its previous functionality. OR the other method which is surgery to remove and restitch. Which, and I say it again, is NOT advised” he sighed lightly and sipped from his mug again. “So what I was going to do - or what you can do on your own if you please to, is simply move your clothes out of the way and wrap the bandages as tightly as you can around the area AFTER you’ve placed it just right.”

The medic shook his head again and sighed. What was it with this man and his baseless fear of this particular medic. If his memory served right, it was Friedrich who was more afraid of the demoman than the other way around.

"weak like your leg?"
He’d moved in much closer still at an arm length away though. He frowned at the thought of his guts dissolving. the medic was a cripple and most of his distrust vanished, suspicion was still there. Most people weren’t nice if they had nothing to gain by it.

"it is too cold here,"
Muttering, it had been nice to go swimming when the air didn’t have the nip in it. now it was starting to cool down. He fumbled with the flack jacked clasps before pulling it off. 

Placing it on the tabled he crouched down till his knees were on the ground and started to roll up his sleeve, pausing.
"can I just roll up the shirt?"
He wore an undershirt under the red uniform, and held no interest in removing them.

Friedrich smiled at the reminder and nodded “Yes, I suppose that is a good example”. His leg of all things seemed to be recovering the slowest. But that was to be expected… after the amount of breaking and fracturing it went through thanks to a certain RED medic… and then being handed to the devil himself, it did take its toll. And he had to wonder if he’ll ever be completely healed to begin with. Sad thought that one, but he made up with any possibility of an outcome.

He did watch the demoman though, wanting to help but deciding that the best course of action would be to stay put. He did crawl out from under that table, so that’s already a plus. “You may do whatever makes it easier and more comfortable to you. As far as I’m concerned you can tie the bandage with everything still on, if it’s more comfortable for you. Bu, I can put the heating on if the chill bothers you” he offered. Though keeping the room cool was the best choice due to the numerous samples sitting on their shelves and in far corners. “The only real important part is to apply it tightly enough after you’ve put it in the right position. We don’t want it healing in any other way than how it should”.

nutmeg-slushin:

cyristal-artist:

evra-tf2:

mediscout:

pencilstab:

I’ve never been so pissed before in my life. 

My best friend online yesterday discovered an art thief on Instagram, this thief being Blu_Scout. After confronting and making a comment on the reposted art work, one of which that was very mature and unaggressive, this absolute asshole comments back with the pictures listed above. 

This instagram user has been reposting several artist’s artwork unsourced, and as you can see, they’re incredibly unapologetic about their behavior, their little band of followers seeming to back them up.

The thing is; as you can see from the first picture, that was post two days ago; August 23, 2014. The original post was posted over a month ago, and is located right here, the picture being a part of an event my friend was doing with another person.

It’s people like these that make artists want to stop drawing for fandoms, or even stop drawing in general. It is so disrespectful to repost unsourced work, and then on TOP of that, go and accuse them of lying, and then having no life.

Please, I know Tumblr can do something about these disgusting instagram users who have no respect for personal property or hardwork. It’s enraging that people think this way, and even more so that they think that they’re the ones who are in the right.

Instagram user’s account

Instagram post

Examples of reposted and stolen art: x x x x x

Original post on Tumblr

Edit: The user blocked mediscout after they called them out, showing how willing this brat was to deal with the consequences of their shit actions.

;;o;;

ITS AMERICA YOU CAN SMOKE WITH 13

damn guys give this kid already his Oscar. Damn we have a fucking badass . HurrDurr so mature. Very cool much wow

Cant believe he used this as an argument. Pretty sad for not bringing up some good ones

I’ve been made aware that a lot of instagram accounts who pretend to be characters do this kinda shit and all of them act this way. How are we to fight against this shit when people act like this? :(

It makes me sad to see some of my favorite artists had their art stolen by this piece of shit. I’ve had to deal with assholes like these when khatmedic2's art got stolen a while back.

// Things like this will always make me sad to be very honest. Hence I think that starting today I will place a giant watermark right int he middle of the most important part of my drawing. That way no one will be able to steal anything unless they are willing to just crop out the whole bloody drawing, lol. People should get proper hobbies or get educated if they want to have something to show off, rather than steal other people’s art.

Sad reality. Though artists that care about their art beign stolen should go to their governing facility, legalize their trade and sue every single idiot who even attempts to steal art. See how they like it when their persons will get a court hearing summon and a nice sum of $$ to pay for the crime.

That’s what i’m doing the 1st of September. While the tax sucks, there are still benefits to being legal. // 

nanda-artes:

An art trade with Pharaonenfuchs. :’)
And she drew my babies dogs. Look how awesome it is! (x)

nanda-artes:

An art trade with Pharaonenfuchs. :’)

And she drew my babies dogs. Look how awesome it is! (x)

tunishai:

and this is what happend when I get ship(y) feels.                                           Yes I ship them. rarepair ftw :3
who needs romantic candlelight?  Guts and blood make every relationship better  C:&lt;

tunishai:

and this is what happend when I get ship(y) feels.                                           Yes I ship them. rarepair ftw :3


who needs romantic candlelight?  Guts and blood make every relationship better  C:<

misscaribousoldier sent: Do you have any splints for fingers?

misscaribousoldier:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

I’m pretty sure I do have a few… at least I had last time I restocked before leaving. Broken finger or just fractured?

 

"Why on earth would anyone hate soldiers?" he raised a brow and cackled. No, not Friedrich. He had his own ‘collection’ of soldiers which he loved to bits. Soldiers were his weakness really. "I mean, I don’t know about you, but all the soldiers I know are big and snuggly, and lord are they adorable" he laughed. IT was true though. Thunder, Murdoc, Emmerich and a few others were all just large pillows for him. Not that smart and too useful as an assistant, but very good friends.

He smiled and nodded however “Yes, that is a major reason for most to being here in a first place. I for one don’t need that much of it, but the TFI offer protection from certain individuals. That’s more than enough of a reason for me to be a dedicated loyal mercenary” he smiled bitterly but smiled all the same. IT was no secret that a select few of the mercs were hiding from this or that and that the TFI offered the kind of protection they needed.

But just about 8months ago Friedrich discovered that even that sort of protection wasn’t enough… and the thought made him pale significantly. But he shook the thought out of his head and focused on his guest. “But if you’ll allow me to state, the hate you speak of for the brutal classes is due to the fact people around here do not know how to treat that which demands the proper respect. Soldiers are the front lines, deadly, quick and mindless in battle. One of the worse classes to face off with. Others are just as deadly, but in different methods. And not everyone has the patience for the child’s curiosity most soldier’s seem to display” he cackled “or their ever growing appetite for booze and sweets” he grinned. “I for one find it endearing”.

"I get a lot of reactions from different people, either I’m a soldier and kick ass or I’m a soldier that’s dumb. The most popular one is I’m a soldier and a woman who doesn’t have the body and should go to the kitchen." she sipped the rest of the tea, leaving the tea powder. This guy was so understanding.

"Protection and holding a pyhiscal paycheck. Are my reasons, the amazing feeling of signing the check and handing it to the teller. Knowing you can have that money later. I’m not money hungry, I just never had money. Every dollar I made had to go straight to my boss.

Listning about soldier made her smile.Felt good to hear and be apprciated. “I don’t like alcohol in any form but sweets and really spicy food are my weakness. Ribs especilly.” thinking about her room and that box.

"Do you like vodka?"

Friedrich cackled and nodded “I do not like vodka all that much, I’ll admit. However a glass of whiskey or brandy are always appreciated. Or beer really, though that’s among the weaker things I drink” he scratched at his chin and beard for a moment as he spoke and thought about it. Johannes liked wine more than anything. But it was always fun to get drunk in general, no matter what they used. “Sadly, however, I don’t exactly get drunk. I get sick after consuming too much, but never really drunk. All these chemicals from the medi-gun have made me rather immune, and granted me these-” he pointed at his eyes that seemed to return light whenever light hit them. Much like road signs did. Except his were cyan and not blue. “So i’m not very good drinking company, i’m afraid” he smiled at the soldier and finished his own coffee, taking the woman’s mug and his own tot he counter before returning to his sit and relaxing.

"But if you do find yourself hungry for something sweet, you’re welcome to drop by any time. Or if its the spicy food, then you may want to see my husband Johannes. He’s quite the chef." Friedrich cackled lightly.


"Good morning, sir. Reporting back from laundry duty, sir. A number of items may no longer fit you, sir.”

"Good morning, sir. Reporting back from laundry duty, sir. A number of items may no longer fit you, sir.”

(Source: stab-everything-now)

// So I did a tumblr search for the tag ‘sfm’ and

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misscaribousoldier sent: Do you have any splints for fingers?

misscaribousoldier:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

I’m pretty sure I do have a few… at least I had last time I restocked before leaving. Broken finger or just fractured?

 

Friedrich smiled and nodded to the reply. It was important to be alright with one’s job, otherwise it would be a misery. “Hmm, well. I’ve been a medic since my early twenties. Seeing as how badly I butchered my rank of a mere soldier back during the war, they decided to reassign me to being a field medic in hopes i’ll go and die” he laughed sarcastically. “That of course didn’t work out for them, seeing as i’m still here. But yes, being a medic somewhere i’m needed always feels good” he smiled and sipped some of his coffee again.

"While I disagree with the TFI methods and these senseless and endless battles, I still consider this place my one and only home" he looked idly around his ward. "It’s nice and cold and reminds me of my homeland. What else can a man ask for?". It was without a doubt better than being out there with a bounty on his head.

"You’re probably the first that doesn’t hate most soldiers." all her past experience’s was constant hate of her job. Soldiers are dumb, soldiers are careless, soldiers are that… 

Now she felt more at ease and relaxed about him, a kind gentle medic, almost like a father she never had. Her’s would work and drink, either drunk or hungover. “I agree too, but what ever signs my paycheck in the end…” she never had a pyhsical paycheck till this job. It felt good cashing in that check to the bank for a later use.

"Why on earth would anyone hate soldiers?" he raised a brow and cackled. No, not Friedrich. He had his own ‘collection’ of soldiers which he loved to bits. Soldiers were his weakness really. "I mean, I don’t know about you, but all the soldiers I know are big and snuggly, and lord are they adorable" he laughed. IT was true though. Thunder, Murdoc, Emmerich and a few others were all just large pillows for him. Not that smart and too useful as an assistant, but very good friends.

He smiled and nodded however “Yes, that is a major reason for most to being here in a first place. I for one don’t need that much of it, but the TFI offer protection from certain individuals. That’s more than enough of a reason for me to be a dedicated loyal mercenary” he smiled bitterly but smiled all the same. IT was no secret that a select few of the mercs were hiding from this or that and that the TFI offered the kind of protection they needed.

But just about 8months ago Friedrich discovered that even that sort of protection wasn’t enough… and the thought made him pale significantly. But he shook the thought out of his head and focused on his guest. “But if you’ll allow me to state, the hate you speak of for the brutal classes is due to the fact people around here do not know how to treat that which demands the proper respect. Soldiers are the front lines, deadly, quick and mindless in battle. One of the worse classes to face off with. Others are just as deadly, but in different methods. And not everyone has the patience for the child’s curiosity most soldier’s seem to display” he cackled “or their ever growing appetite for booze and sweets” he grinned. “I for one find it endearing”.

irritablereddemo sent: I require a large band aide

irritablereddemo:

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

How large do you need it to be?

Friedrich sighed, confused and frustrated at the man. If he knew this was going to be such a horrible headache, he would sedate him first thing and take care of his issue before letting him run rampage and wreck anyone in his path. But at least the job would have been done by now.

However, seeing as the case is extremely different from what he’d like it to be, he didn’t quite know how to act from that point on. “Well then let me help you fix it” he said in frustration to the other’s complain, still wondering why on earth would he act like this when he came seeking the bit of help. “And what on bloody earth is wrong with offering some snacks to a guest? Dear god” he rolled his eyes and folded his arms, huffing at the man who seemed to be getting quite comfortable where he was.

"I don’t know, why do people bait traps?"
it was rhetorical he baited traps so he could catch food. the medic fed laced treats to people so he could do experiments on them. 

He was touching the area thinking, was it his guts poking through? he shook his head, best not to think about that in public. He wiggled out from the table feet first and peered suspiciously over the table top at the medic. 

"I’ll do it, you tell me and I’ll do it."
no touching with those death gloves, he patted his side just to check and then resumed staring at the other. 

Friedrich rolled his eyes and turned to the stove, heating up some water already in the pot and preparing a cup of coffee as he spoke. It was still very hard for him to move around properly… and the noticeable limping more than gave it away to any observer. But he didn’t mind, his walking cane was near by should he need it.

Finally done preparing the cup, he turned around again and leaned against the corner, a single hand resting on his side while the other helped sip the brew “Well, the issue is a weak muscle that seemed to be falling out of place due to either too much work out or other reasons of applying too much tension to the surrounding system of muscles. As a result, you have this ” he ushered to the area in question “So, there are two ways of getting rid of this; one and the more ADVISED method is by applying very tight bandaging to the area so that the piece can be pushed back onto its place until it heals and dissolves and returns to its previous functionality. OR the other method which is surgery to remove and restitch. Which, and I say it again, is NOT advised” he sighed lightly and sipped from his mug again. “So what I was going to do - or what you can do on your own if you please to, is simply move your clothes out of the way and wrap the bandages as tightly as you can around the area AFTER you’ve placed it just right.”

The medic shook his head again and sighed. What was it with this man and his baseless fear of this particular medic. If his memory served right, it was Friedrich who was more afraid of the demoman than the other way around.