I decided to practice dogs and what better way to do that then Tumbleweed, Peach, and Fluff from @ludwigplayingthetrombone . I love this artist and McHanzo! Hopefully I get it colored and maybe fixed.

I will fix his hair cuz it’s bugging me lol. Tried learning how to draw Reyes from one of @scaryspookycoin ‘s posts. This person is a blessing for their Reaper76 and McHanzo. Send love ❤️

When you can’t stop watching this animation from @byun-slug . I love these three and I regret nothing :3

Us meds stick together

from left to right:

@marco-binbin7

me as Claud

@red-voices

@byun-slug

After a victorious battle

@marco-binbin7 @konniwa

Another Mediber Silent artwork for @byun-slug

Awwww. This is amazing! Danke ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Meems in the wild are often spotted in packs, be wary as the length of the coat indicate it’s lust for blood.

From left to right:

The ever wonderful @dr-ludwig107

The thirstiest meem of them all @marco-binbin7

The sfm legend @byun-slug

And me: The derp coward medic.

@konniwa I’m gettin better with drawing Heavy. cousin dared me to draw me x Big Joey XD

Day 2: Tranquil

@konniwa and @marco-binbin7 , why you two give me fun insparation? XD

Day 1: Poisonous

@konniwa @marco-binbin7

the Devilmeem Joseph is adorable! @konniwa Happy Oktoberfest my friend! (even though it’s still Sept.)

@konniwa and @marco-binbin7

“Fallin in Love With You”

For my fav peeps @konniwa and @marco-binbin7

Keep You Safe

CHAPTER: 2    He was exhausted. Claud's head was pounding hard against his skull, so he went to the bathroom to grab an aspirin. He looked up in the mirror and did a double take, leaning against the wall in fear. His face was deathly pale, blood red iris engulfed one of his natural blue eyes, and what looks like blood all over his face and clothes. His breath was short and quick, having a small panic attack, he turned the shower on and wiped all the blood off him. After taking slow breaths, he looks at his pajamas noting that they are now ruined do to the blood seeping into them.    "Vat iz happening to me. Vat happened vile I vaz asleep?" He later went out to the family in the country to check on the little girl while dropping off the medicine she needed. The mother saw him park and went up to him smiling. "Morning doctor, how are y..." she paused. She dropped her basket and held him by his arm. "Are you okay? You look terrible. Let me get you inside Dr. Ludwig." He didn't have time to respond as she pulled him inside. The father was in the living room as he saw his wife and Claud rush in. "Al, can you get water for him, he looks like a ghost."    Five minutes pass and Claud was in the living room with the parents who looked awfully worried about him. "Are you well doctor," Al asked. They had given him a little bit of food and water, assuming that he was dehydrated.    "I am fine. I vas just exhausted and have a headache." He kept his head low and cleared his throat. "I should give Ze young von her medicine. Don't vant it to be vorse zan before." As soon as he was gonna stand, the father held him down.    "You should take it easy. at least until you seem like your normal skin color."    He stayed and chatted with the father as the mother went to give the little girl had her medicine. Al had just noticed the discoloration in one of his eyes when Claud recieved a radio call from the hospital. "I need to go, zer iz an emergency. I vill see you soon." He rode the motorcycle to the hospital. The parents watched him leave outside while the little girl looked out the window. "be careful Doctor," she said with a horse throat. There was three nurses and a younger doctor taking care of a man who looked to be a drug addict who suffered a few injuries. Claud put on his lab coat and went to aid him.    The patient was later stabilized and he went to clean up and check on him. The man roused from his sleep and looked at Claud with blurred vision. When his eyes cleared, he reconized the Doctor. "I know you. I saw you last night."    Claud nearly dropped his clipboard. He had blood on his pajamas still laying on his bathroom floor and was starting to worry. The guy sat up and glared at him. "You're that faggot from the night club! The one who brainwashed my friend into going to fuckin sleep with him at his house." He was taken back, and a little ticked. Sure, Claud is gay, but it doesn't give him the right to just call him such a name and assume that he "brainwashed" his friend. "What did you do with him!? Haven't seen him all day. Did you brainwash him into sleepin with other guys you fag?"    "You can not brainwash somevon into being viz similar gender," he spoke lowly.    "Holy shit! you're a Nazi too!? fuckin nazi faggot. Last time I saw my friend, you were sittin on his lap and whisperin at him to go bang."    Memories of last night hit him like a train, the light red discoloration in his right eye went back to it's blood color as he relived it:    He gets out of bed, mind a little hazy and was starving. Claud gazed into the fridge for the meal, but his body didn't want it, so he walked outside with no coat and still in his silk pajamas. Walking to a nightclub, his body went crazy. Hearing heartbeats from the people there, he sees the blood veins in the necks of the civilians. He sees a man sitting at a table and Claud licks his freshly sharpened canines as he walked up to the man, sitting on his lap.        The man looks at Claud, smirking. "Late night stroll gorgeous?" He makes a low purr and leans forwards to whisper in his ear. "I feel in ze mood for a little fun," Claud smirks. They had went to the man's home where they were getting into the heat of the lust. The man was having the love lust, but Claud's was different. His body was starving, wanting the blood in his neck. He licks the man's throat, and as he bit, blood flowed and his body went crazy, craving more until climax struck. The first thing on his clouded mind was to dispose of the empty corpse. He had effortlessly sent it to a field, made a pit, and burned the body before burring the remains.    His body trembled as the flashback ended. The man was just throwing insults, which is actually pissing Claud off, the man has a operation, but he did not want to do it. He grabs a nurse. "Iz zere anozer surgeon to deal viz him. I can't do it right now."    "I'm sorry doctor, but we called you in for a reason: none of our other surgeon's are in yet and he is in dire need of it."    He growls under his breath. "Prep him zen." he goes back in the room to look at the clipboard again to see what is in need to be fixed. "Don't be near me ya fag!"    "I'm being your surgeon. Careful viz zat tone now," he glares at the patient. Claud grabs the needle in his IV to put the man to sleep.    "No! no way am I letting a fucking Nazi Fag to touch me."    Both his eyes went black and red as he looked at the man, canines out and his voice was inhumane. "You are going to regret ever meeting me."    That was the last thing the man saw before he was put asleep. In the operation room, Claud was operating by himself with no nurses. As he worked on the man, he looks at him. "Like I said," as he removes muscle from the bones. "You. Will. Regret. Meeting...." He finished his work, cleaned up, and left, smiling like a maniac, blood eyes and fangs out as he left the hospital for the last time. "Me."    A nurse went to the operation room and screamed. the man's skeleton was completely removed while the man was still living. A women was in the theater room with a camera in one hand, phone on the ear. "What do you think."    "He is an excellent doctor in need of a new job. He's perfect. Bring him in Miss Pauling."    She packs up and fixes her glasses. "Of course."

Left side: My Meem and Hoovy. Right side: @marco-binbin7 and @konniwa

Happy birthday @byun-slug keep on being epic Fam! 💕💕💕