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cringefortress2 · 8 months

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"Aw, come on, Doc, I know you just need a good company to get that frown off your face|."

Scout OC belongs to @redheadpumpkin

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 oc #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scout oc #tf2 medic oc #team fortress 2 medic oc #team fortress 2 medic #team fortress 2 scout oc #team fortress 2 scout #quickfix #medic x scout #scout x medic #mediscout

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avi-arts · 1 year

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Day 2188:

4.8.23

Tf2 doodle requests :3

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#tf2 #mediscout #engiescout #pyroscout #quickfix #scatterbrains #flashfire #team fortress 2 #scout tf2 #engie tf2 #medic tf2 #doodles

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redheadpumpkin · 3 months

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double-sided keychain with my and @cringefortress2 ocs medic and scout <З

my med is werewolf and he turns into a snow leopard

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 oc #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #quickfix #scout x medic

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smuby · 10 months

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wasnt gonna show these but i like them! even if they are a bit wonky

#i was gonna cut the scoutmedic doodle but it has my favorite medic on the page #smub art #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #scoutmedic #quickfix #blunt trauma

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klshk7 · 4 months

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xmas gift for my dear friends @redheadpumpkin and @cringefortress2 with their medic and scout!

#tf2 #tf2 oc #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #quickfix #klshkart

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s0mnolentcat · 1 year

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[Old art] You are not immune to MediScout propaganda

#quickfix #tf2 blunt trauma #medic x scout #scoutmedic #mediscout #scout x medic

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nebulousmedic · 4 months

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Aghhhh they live rent free in my head,,,,

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 scout #scout #tf2 medic #medic #tag however you want #emesis blue #my art #quickfix #mediscout #tf2 blunt trauma

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kageokami35 · 1 year

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I love that the post that pushed me to 500 total likes was one where I express my joy at a psychological horror sfm causing an uptick of my Autistic Interest ship

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #emesis blue #scout x medic #mediscout #medicscout #blunt trauma #quickfix #medic x scout

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cringefortress2 · 9 months

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I wanted to write a whole essay about this OC of mine (since he's my favourite one), but realised that there's no use for it so I'll just post some primary information. This guy is my medic OC Alaricus Weber.

A 41 year old surgeon that has a passion for science and wants to find a way to bring people back to life without using the respawn machine (since it's a property of MannCo and they don't want to share it with common people). However he doesn't want it for the good of mankind, but to just prove to himself and the world that he's really clever, since his entourage never took him seriously due to his arrogant personality. The only reason he became a mercenary was because he thought it would be easier to experiment on his collegues that are war criminals (so it's not so sad if he'll actually harm them). But it didn't go well since he unluckily decided to experiment on Finley, not knowing that the whole team is taking care of that poor pyro and that they'll make him pay.

It took Alaricus a whole Year of hard work to bring his team's respect back. And he also had to stop his experiments, even on the BLU team since... he accidentally became friends with enemy scout and didn't want him to be affected by his plans on the BLU team.

The BLU team's scout name is Stephan and he's @redheadpumpkin 's OC|.

They started off as friends, but sooner or later will have a more personal relationship, even though they're in different teams and have to hide if from everyone (Scout doesn't mind others to know, but Alaricus's scared of being kicked out of the team RED for spending free time with an enemie mercenary).

That's all for now, going to post more stuff with him in the future hopefully|.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 oc #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 medic #medic x scout #mediscout #quick fix #quickfix #scout x medic #tf2 medic oc #tf2 scout oc #team fortress 2 medic oc #team fortress 2 scout oc

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fanfictionalratt · 1 month

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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Medic/Scout (Team Fortress 2), BLU Medic/BLU Scout (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Spy (Team Fortress 2) Characters: BLU Medic (Team Fortress 2), BLU Scout (Team Fortress 2), BLU Sniper (Team Fortress 2), RED Scout (Team Fortress 2), RED Medic (Team Fortress 2), RED Spy (Team Fortress 2) Additional Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Intimacy, Trust Issues, Team as Family, Team Bonding, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Therapy, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Suicide, Not Really Character Death, Non-Explicit, Masturbation, Self-Hatred, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychosis, Heavy Angst, Medic has a Dissociative Disorder, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (OSDD), Spy is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), The Second Opinion (Team Fortress 2), Scout Knows Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2) Series: Part 3 of Still Human Summary:

If you cut a man, he will bleed. If you inflict pain on someone else - it will leave an ugly mark. As daily duties and mercenary work trudge on - the BLU Medic found himself disintegrating - trying, but failing not to re-open old wounds. Drowning himself in paperwork and responsibilities to get away from the thought of treating himself and acknowledging how he truly feels, an old “friend” from the other side rings him up. He has a patient in desperate need of his help.

Third part of the four part series, "Still Human".

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Aaand that’s a wrap for this story, folks. Next bit should be coming up soon.

Read more for some author notes if you want ig

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yeah so I’ve been hinting that the BLU Medic is p much a self-insert character right? Well... yeah. You might understand better what I mean by now - after reading this chapter.

The self-imposed guilt, the ‘dissociative condition’ (in my case it’s full-blown DID tho, so it’s a bit different from what the Medic goes through), and the deliberate, cold personality... yeah. It’s all things I’ve basically been through, and have had to deal with, myself.

If you know my music, you probably know what the deal is. I don’t exactly hide it.

That aside - I only really continued this story because I’m finally in a better place in my own life - so you don’t need to worry about me or my mental health, really. It’s something I kinda need to figure out on my own.

Anyways, I hope you stick with me a bit longer - the next (and final) section of The Gays is gonna be a fuckin novel.

#author's note #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #blu medic #blu scout #red scout #tf2 medic/scout #medic/scout #medic x scout #mediscout #quickfix #quick-fix #still human #tf2 still human

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dimorphodon-x · 2 years

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Bonus

A little kinda sweet addition to the last part. I actually had this started before I had started 'Empty' lol. I also already have yet another short story for @cuppajj's LL au (not shattered glass this time and also just a one-shot I hope) in the works💀

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“I TOLD YOU TO REPAIR HIM, YOU BLASTED MEDIC!” Starhawk’s voice glitched as he shrieked at Slingarm, “NOT DISASSEMBLE HIM!”

“Calm your jets, Starhawk,” the medic was unphased by the sparkeater’s shrill screaming, “I had to take him apart, there was almost nothing that could be salvaged.”

Hawk hissed through his teeth and glanced at what remained of his prime. He had been reduced to his last original parts, consisting of his head and spark alone.

“Honestly Starhawk,” Slingarm actually looked disappointed as he shook his head, “using the dead to replace his parts? That’s usually only a temporary fix, especially if not done by experienced professionals like myself.”

“I didn’t replace his parts. It was the Lost Light.”

“Ah, that explains it. He would’ve been long dead if you had tried any of this.”

He couldn’t deny that. The lost light wasn’t a licensed doctor, far from it, but the fact that they managed to replace virtually everything in Rodimus was impressive.

Of course Hawk was still more disgusted than impressed.

“So what will you do?” he looked back at the green mech again, “turn him into a sparkeater too?”

“Hah! No,” Slingarm shook his head, “no I don’t have all the resources to make a sparkeater right now. Plus the procedure is honestly a hit or miss in keeping the subject’s consciousness intact. It’s never a guarantee.”

“Oh,” Starhawk blinked.

“I’ll be honest with you, Starhawk,” Slingarm hummed, for once looking and acting like a proper professional, “this is not going to be an easy fix. It will take a bit of time, and I had to call in small a team to help, because I cannot do this by myself.”

“You… are asking for help?” Hawk again blinked.

“Yes, I’ve contacted some old colleagues of mine. Rodimus is going to need to have a new frame built for him. It must be perfect, functional, and comfortable. He will need to have his brain and spark monitored under the careful eyes of a specialist before, during and after installing him into a new body. It’s a whole process,” Slingarm tapped his chin. Starhawk only nodded quietly, “until they get here, Rodimus will remain in stasis and hooked up to life support. In the meantime that means I can now fix you up.”

“Me?”

“Have you looked at yourself? You’re a mess,” Slingarm grabbed the sparkeater’s arm and pulled him away from the resting remains of Rodimus, “and maybe I can resuscitate you!”

Starhawk stared at him, “is that… possible?”

“Only one way to find out!” Slingarm’s signature mad doctor grin returned, “but given your color and the fact that you’re still fully sentient and in control of your instincts, I have a good feeling about it!”

…

Starhawk had to admit, he missed his good looks.

He had been admiring his freshly repaired form for roughly the last hour, and Slingarm was able to bring his spark back online. It was minuscule, and likely wouldn’t ever return to full size, but it being back at all brought a sense of relief.

He was running his fingers over one of his finials, checking for fissures or creases, when he heard voices. Slingarm’s peers must’ve just arrived.

After one last look over, he went to see who the doctor had invited.

Slingarm was greeting two other mechs. The blue and white one, an Autobot, looked like a skittish individual. He seemed to have a hard time looking directly at his peers, his red eyes constantly flickering down to look at the floor.

Starhawk’s lip curled as he spotted the Decepticon symbol on the second mech. He stood taller than the nervous Autobot, his head held high and wings down. He didn’t look like he was happy to be here either.

“What is a Decepticon doing here?” Hawk made his presence known. Slingarm looked mildly surprised as he turned to face the tall white jet.

“Oh, don’t worry! Quickfix may be a Decepticon, but he is a doctor first and foremost, isn’t that right old friend?”

“Indeed,” Quickfix spoke through his teeth. Starhawk was surprised when the medic returned his glare with twice the aggression, “as much as I despise Rodimus Prime, my job is to save lives. Not end them.”

“Hmm,” one of his secondary wings flicked and he glanced at the second medic, who flinched under his gaze.

Slingarm took that as his cue to introduce him as well, “and that is Kentro. He may not impress you, but he is an expert on the brain module and spark. Rodimus is in very good hands, Starhawk,” he gave the young flier a strong pat on the shoulder.

“I was expecting more,” Hawk admitted. He was not impressed by what he was looking at.

“Please,” Slingarm scoffed, “two extra sets of hands will be more than enough. Now, how about you go feed Gigus while we get started. He’s napping in my quarters.”

He tossed a small container of green liquid to the flier and led the two medics away. Starhawk sighed and shook his head before he went to find the stupid old cat.

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“So? How do you feel?”

Rodimus looked up from his new hands, “I… better, I think?”

Kentro hummed, “can you elaborate? We need to make sure you are comfortable in this new frame.”

“I don’t… feel any pain,” he frowned and flexed his hands, wiggling his fingers and curling them into fists, “it’s weird being able to move again.”

“Yes, I imagine there will be an adjustment period. From what I’ve heard, you have been through a lot.”

The prime simply nodded. Kentro smiled and gave his shoulder a pat, “I’ll leave you be now. Keep your frame moving, but do not exert yourself.”

He nodded again, and the medic left the room. With a long sigh, Rodimus flopped onto his back and raised his arms, continuing to examine his hands, wrists, forearms and so on. The medics did an excellent job replicating his old frame. He had his signature spoiler again and everything.

It was pretty surreal.

He turned his attention when his door slid open and Starhawk stepped in.

“Figured I’d pay a visit now that the old guys are leaving you alone. You’re looking better,” he commented. Rodimus sat up and pretended to not notice the excited wiggle of his secondaries.

“I could say the same for you,” he snorted, “so you’re a sparkeater?”

“Mhm. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.”

The two sat in odd silence for a minute.

“It’s funny that you had to threaten my life in order to save me.”

Starhawk laughed, “well it worked, a lot better than I expected.”

“Yeah, and now I get to live with nightmares about you trying to kiss me with half a face,” Rodimus thumped his fist against the flier’s chest with a humorous grin.

“Hey, I never did that!”

“No, but you did bite me, so close enough.”

Hawk shrugged, “just wanted to make sure of something is all.”

“Weirdo,” Rodimus stuck his tongue out, “my merciless killer’s got a soft spot for me!”

He raised his wings, at first in embarrassment, but he grinned and lowered his head to look the smaller mech in the eye, “what can I say? I don’t like giving up what belongs to me.”

“Oh? And what says that you don’t belong to me?” Rodimus mirrored his grin and raised a hand under the jet’s chin, scratching along his jaw.

Starhawk’s smile was replaced by a snarl, but he didn’t pull away. Seemed like he still didn’t like to show how much he enjoyed that, despite the many years they hadn’t been able to show much affection to each other.

Rodimus couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“You’ve hardly changed, have you?” he continued to giggle. Starhawk frowned and lifted his head away from his hand.

“After everything that happened? Of course I have. I died. In some ways, I think you did too.”

Now it was Roddy’s turn to frown, “can we not talk about this? I was just enjoying the moment.”

Starhawk sighed and was about to say more when the door opened again. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Slingarm.

“Starhawk, he’s supposed to be resting,” the old mech raised a brow, “I know you missed him, but the last thing he needs is-”

“I know, I know,” he held his hands up, “I just wanted to check on him. I’ll be going now.”

His lip twitched when one of his wings was grabbed and he looked down at Rodimus.

“I… don’t really want to be alone right now.”

Slingarm narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two. He soon shrugged and raised his hands, “fine, I won’t stop you two lovebirds. But I am serious about the-”

“-We understand, Slingarm,” Starhawk pinched the bridge of his nose, “we’re not stupid.”

The medic backed off, not saying more as the door closed. Though he could be heard snickering as he walked away.

“Annoying old man,” Hawk muttered. His attention went back to the prime when he felt his grip tighten on his wing, “you’re gonna leave dents.”

“Right,” he let go and set his hands over his lap, “sorry.”

Starhawk raised a brow. Rodimus wasn’t really the type to just say ‘sorry’, especially over something minor like grabbing his wing too tightly. Of course that was years ago.

After a moment Rodimus spoke again, “is this real?”

“Pardon?”

“Is this real?” He repeated, gesturing to himself and the room, “it feels like I’m dreaming. I… what if I wake up and I’m back on that chair?”

Starhawk didn’t like the way his chest felt tight, “this is very much real, Rodimus. We really did get away.”

“What if they search for us?” Rodimus’ eyes were growing wide, “do you think they’re looking to get us back?”

That was a question he couldn’t answer with certainty. With a sigh, he sat down next to the worrying prime, “I’d rather die than see you back on that seat. It’s not going to happen, I promise.”

“But-”

“It’s not going to happen!” Hawk snapped. Rodimus flinched and looked down. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch.

“I’m sorry, Rodimus,” he internally grimaced, “but I am serious when I say you won’t ever be seeing that ship again.”

Rodimus just nodded and slowly leaned against him. By Primus and Unicron, he really had gotten soft.

“If it helps, you now know that your boyfriend is a super dangerous sparkeater,” Hawk cleared his throat and placed his arm around the prime, who let out a short laugh.

“Yeah.”

#fanfic #transformers #shattered glass #sentient lost light au #rodimus #transformers oc #starhawk #rodihawk #oc x canon #slingarm #quickfix #kentro #im currently in a rare writing spree and whenever that happens I try to get as much out of it as possible 💀

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