一道 (ichi·dou)


Yo, I'm Larissa. This is mostly a fandom blog.

Ask me things
gifs · graphics · fics (tag) · drabbles (tag) · analyzing rvb · wash the cat lady

queen-of-france:

A gift for Saintnewlin! Wash waits for the miracle of communication to spontaneously happen as Doc attacks him with wave after wave of passive aggression
what a good ship
(this might be the first Wash I’ve drawn that’s actually starting to look like a Wash I might accept.)

klsjfkas WASH AND DOC. i love the way they’re sitting, oh my god.  View Larger

queen-of-france:

A gift for Saintnewlin! Wash waits for the miracle of communication to spontaneously happen as Doc attacks him with wave after wave of passive aggression

what a good ship

(this might be the first Wash I’ve drawn that’s actually starting to look like a Wash I might accept.)

klsjfkas WASH AND DOC. i love the way they’re sitting, oh my god. 


Prompt from that fucking shisno spacezombiesWash/Doc. Trapped in the woods with Actual Cannibal Sigma Labeouf.

Doc’s still yammering in his ear— something about how these woods are haunted, and no it’s not just a story, he heard it from a very reliable source (Vic, of course) and they wouldn’t be the first people to get lost in the woods, and he’s pretty sure he heard something behind them, about thirty feet back and gaining on them, and would Wash just hurry up so they could get out of here, and it’s only when Wash pulls out his knife and threatens to disembowel him first that he manages to get a word in edgewise.

"For the last — fucking — time, I was kidding about the Meta eating people!”

(He never said anything about Sigma, but really, Doc was asking for it.)


malpractice [ fic | red vs. blue | wash/doc, not quite sfw ]

SO I DID SAY I’D WRITE THIS i’m sorry i didn’t get to it sooner, this month’s been a clusterfuck. Man I had an idea for this, what was it… eh, let’s see what I can get out…

oh my god what did i just write. Inspired by that line in the full version of the S10 Tex song about Wash needing ointments and… yeah. I have no words aside from how do I write Doc.

For queen-of-france. I have no idea if this is what you wanted but it’s what you’re getting.

"For the last time, you do not have clearance to view my medical files!”

"But I’m a medic! I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong!”

"I told you what was wrong! Do something about that!

"But what if there’s something else in your medical history? I can’t just give you a treatment without knowing if it’ll adversely affect you— and besides, you won’t even let me see—”

You don’t need to see it!

"It’s your medical files or the affected area, Wash. Pick one, or I’m not helping you."

"Isn’t that against that code of yours? The one that says you have to help people?"

"That doesn’t apply when the patient is a kidnapper.”

"I said I was sorry about that!"

Doc gives him a look, and for a minute he looks like he’s seriously considering saying something, but the possibility of it being construed as rude instead of just passive-aggressive wins out. He settles for giving Wash an expectant look, and the other man groans and folds his arms.

"All I need is— an ointment or something. Don’t you have any aloe vera?"

"You can’t put it on that! Besides, I need to see it before I give you—”

No!

"Then give me your medical file!"

Read More


malpractice [ fic | red vs. blue | wash/doc, not quite sfw ]

ichidou:

SO I DID SAY I’D WRITE THIS i’m sorry i didn’t get to it sooner, this month’s been a clusterfuck. Man I had an idea for this, what was it… eh, let’s see what I can get out…

oh my god what did i just write. Inspired by that line in the full version of the S10 Tex song about Wash needing ointments and… yeah. I have no words aside from how do I write Doc.

For queen-of-france. I have no idea if this is what you wanted but it’s what you’re getting.

“For the last time, you do not have clearance to view my medical files!”

“But I’m a medic! I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong!”

“I told you what was wrong! Do something about that!

“But what if there’s something else in your medical history? I can’t just give you a treatment without knowing if it’ll adversely affect you— and besides, you won’t even let me see—”

You don’t need to see it!

“It’s your medical files or the affected area, Wash. Pick one, or I’m not helping you.”

“Isn’t that against that code of yours? The one that says you have to help people?”

“That doesn’t apply when the patient is a kidnapper.”

“I said I was sorry about that!”

Doc gives him a look, and for a minute he looks like he’s seriously considering saying something, but the possibility of it being construed as rude instead of just passive-aggressive wins out. He settles for giving Wash an expectant look, and the other man groans and folds his arms.

“All I need is— an ointment or something. Don’t you have any aloe vera?”

“You can’t put it on that! Besides, I need to see it before I give you—”

No!

“Then give me your medical file!”

Read More

Reblogging now that tumblr isn’t, uh, eating itself.