#scvttt

「 You are trying my patience! 」

     THE PRESENCE OF ANOTHER in his lab is always a tricky matter. Medic, as the infirmary’s resident  ( read: its only )  doctor, clings naturally to the right to accept and to decline visitors as he pleases. And rightfully so – sensitive information is kept here. Nearly every cabinet and drawer, anything that can and might be opened, is accompanied by a steely and vigilant padlock. The medical bay itself is kept private by way of a multitude of locks, chains, and bolts.

     His team are free to come and go during the day. The locks are undone first thing in the morning and after a battle, and Ludwig has no compunctions about his colleagues taking the more common supplies in moderation and as needed.

     His colleagues, unfortunately, happen to include Scout.

     Who, Ludwig is sure, is much more interested in prying rather than picking up anything remotely related to his health. There is hardly any hesitation when he reaches to bat Scout’s hands away from his things. If the gesture is a bit more violent than necessary, there is no reason to worry. He doesn’t expect any comment beyond the usual whining.

     ❝ Look as you like. But keep your clever hands to yourself, Herr Scout. ❞  As he speaks, Ludwig draws his own hand away from where it lingered above the Scout's.  His tone kept is mild enough... perhaps pleasant to the ears of an unknowing bystander, or perhaps to any who are unaware of the uneasy dynamic between healer and scout. Still, the undertones of mockery and the careful deliberation in the title of  ❛ Herr ❜  is not easily missed.

     ❝ Or it might be assumed that you would like those hands of yours to end up in a jar ❞  – a nod to the grotesque display suspended within the jar in thick greenish-grey fluid –  ❝ just like that one that you like so much. ❞   

10 Headcanons || Accept. Mutuals Only.

ashli plz— 30 hcs???? too many——– p l z  h a v e  m e r c y

So I think that while she’s willing to allow him to fix his mistakes, she also keeps a closer eye on him? Like, to her he seems like the one that would probably cause the most trouble.

But also, he might have something to hold over her in turn? Bc she cannot drink bonk. She tried probably when going through Scout Equipment with him or something, and it was not a Pleasant Experience. Like. A hyper, sick mess. He can 100% use that if he so chooses.

Since hearing about the bread monster-prom incident, she would tease the everloving shit out of him for that for a while, and would back off for the most part eventually, but def wouldn’t let him live it down.

Okay but consider; These two being super excited for whenever they get the chance to catch a Red Sox game. Like. They’re fucking ready man so fucking ready.

Mmm she probably doesn’t like it when he refers to her as ‘boss’ for one reason or another? Because on one hand, it feels like her whole watch could be compromised if they learn to sneak information around her or she becomes too accustomed to even a  few of them acting stiff or shady (which makes her job and life harder), or that something’s wrong.

In that same vein; She probably calls him ‘kid’ each time he calls her ‘boss’ like. She’s 100% aware that she’s only a few years older than him but??? He’s still younger and one of the youngest on Fortress. So. Kid.

I think that they have a bullshit sign language. Like, I posted a mini headcanon a long while back about all scouts from all the teams being taught a vague language and sign system for their work, and I think that they would use it to mostly to make fun of people when they don’t want them/can’t let them hear it. But the thing is that, the sign language is already pretty custom, but is almost completely unreadable since they added in their own signs for things that weren’t covered.

I also feel like they must’ve had some sort of conversation about Home since they’re from the same place like?? Maybe a few in jokes in there???

She’s mean. Probably gave him bad advice for girls once or twice. Like he didn’t even have to ask. Probably overheard him talking about something and was like ‘Heeeey you know what girls like? W e l l (insert 100% bullshit here that might sound kinda believable but please Do Not)’.

The towering beast had lept upon the other suddenly and paws were pressed against his shoulders, its sheer mass holding him down with ease. Ears lay flat, eye wide and his muzzle scrunched up with teeth baring; he remained this way for a long moment before features softened near immediately and slobbering all over the male, tongue lapping roughly against his face. 

It was humiliating to act in such a way whilst fully conscious, but with a constant barrage of jabs at his physical appearance from the man, a good scare— and attempt to gross him out on top of that — would be satisfying in the moment though he knew very well it wouldn’t stop him in the long run. The Scout was a persistent one.

He’d take a small ‘ victory ’ for the time being.

a Good Boy

        “That’s-- Absolutely not!”

feel better gorgeous!!