Markiplier Animated | MEET THE MEDIPLIER
Nobody´s seen scout since the earth day.
Maybe medic knows where he is.
Nope, he knows nothing.
Totally not pushing hogweed in the backyard.
[[ Easter is over by now, but I wanted to draw this all day.
I like the thought of Bruce enjoying hiding little plastic eggs filled with hard candies, trail mix, or nuts in obvious places for his friends to find.
Also bilby ears. Mostly drew this for the bilby costume. ]]
Heavy’s lips are thin and chapped, but to Medic, they feel like velvet. Heavy tastes of musk and gunpowder and home to him. Heavy is his home.
As their limbs intertwine, Medic fancies Heavy’s thick arms as ceiling beams; his wide torso is his bed, and those lips are a pillow to his own. Heavy is safety. Heavy is protection. Heavy is love. Heavy is home.
For a man who spent most of his life running, shuttled from cage to cage and country to country, the peace Heavy provides him is nearly unfathomable.
But Heavy is here. Heavy is stability. Heavy is perfect. Heavy is home.
Probably should have gotten a beta, but fuck if I’m not impatient as fuck. A little winter fic I crapped out in bits over the past couple of weeks. Snow fun! Also tangential mention of HeavyxMedic.
medacris asked: I just want to say it's fascinating reading about your exploits, team. Especially you, Doc, Heavy-- seeing you two interact and bond always warms my heart. Keep up the good work.
Heavy: [nods] Da. Ees good to have support of team, everyone working hard to do job… [he pats Medic on the shoulder] And Doktor, you should know how much team appreciates hard work. Heavy vould not have survived first day if not for sharp eyes and steady hands.
Medic: Ah, heh… [he smiles awkwardly - probably remembering how he very nearly sat on top of Heavy while he was small - but quickly resumes his usual, somewhat more professional demeanor] I do have you also to thank for helping me pull myself together after Engineer modified his Respawn data. I think at that moment I vas ready to give up, but… you perform enough experimental surgeries and, vell, you find you don’t want to see all zhat vork go to vaste…
Heavy: [smiles knowingly] Caring about team is no need for shame, doktor. After all, do not forget - [he taps his chest] - in literal sense, we all have same heart. Vas even your idea, da?
Medic: [smiles a little] Yes… [he wipes his glasses on his sleeve and turns away from the camera, maybe getting a little misty-eyed about his ‘creations’] …Yes, indeed it vas…