#gem testing lab

[deepspacenova]

figured you out

1900 words. pining. possessive behaviour. sexual tension. obsession. light stalking.

{Dedicated to @mythblossoms and @spiderlilypetals aka the enablers of my mental instability}

Note: this entire thing is me basically calling out @rose-tinted-kalopsia, @unluckywisher, and @starmocha for setting off a Caleb-sized inferno in my brain and keeping the fire going for weeks now. All of you on my feed combined with the lyrics of this song are entirely to blame so here’s me getting Caleb out of my system (liar) xoxo

The barrier between focus and obsession was glass-thin and shaped like a trigger. One decision, one small flick of a finger away from shattering. 

Obsession was an itch, fleeting, temporary. But focus? Focus was ambition, determination, winning.

That’s why Caleb had always been a creature of restraint, the very picture of self-control. As a boy, when he set his sights on something, he never burned with want. Wanting was purposeless.

Instead he would set his focus on whatever it was — sweets, trinkets, secrets, toys — until he found a way to make it his. Until he carefully maneuvered the object of his desires right into his little grasp. 

Caleb didn’t wish, he didn’t desire.

He conquered. 

Only this time, his focus wasn’t on a conquest. It wasn’t on a mission, or a lab data report, or a secret he could use to his advantage. It wasn’t power or strategy or survival. 

It was you. 

From the very beginning, you’d been the object of his focus. Your affection, your thoughts, your wit, your emotions. Everything that made you tick, he’d picked up and studied like the rarest gem.

And now? Now your fingerprints were sewn permanently into his heart, holding together the thing that beat in his chest. Now, he was light years apart from the boy he’d been, and yet you still gripped it tightly, your hand too small to keep that shriveled and charred, bloody mess together.

But the taste of your laughter, the sound of your skin, the feeling of your scent? Every moment of disorientation you created within him only served to reinforce his lifelong focus on you.

Military training, tests, experimentation chambers, nothing upended the center of his gravity like you.

From the dim hallway, Caleb watched you. His gaze — deep purple with motes of gold, an iris bloom washed in sunset — mapped the coordinates of your smile, measured the radar of your thumping pulse, calculated the precise trajectory of your movements as you fluttered around the small group of Hunters you were meeting with at the Association for a late night UNICORNS debrief.

You’d never understood entirely how you affected him. No one did, he’d made sure of it. Not your mutual friends growing up, not the woman who’d raised you, not the laughing fool you were talking to right now. Not even your Hunter partner across the table from you.

Caleb knew you better. Treated you better. He always had.

It’s because none of them actually took the time to see you, not really. Not like he did. And no matter how far apart you two got, that would never change. 

You were an enigma to them, a cluster of ridges and buttons in a cockpit, unfulfilled in an amateur's grasp. Dormant without expert handling and care. 

But Caleb had long ago solved you — your wants, your vulnerabilities, your secrets, your fears, your weaknesses. He'd seen you bared before him and had figured you out. Down to the very core in your heart.

Even within the darkest depths of the universe, with no sense or feeling, he would know exactly where to trail each of his fingers. How much pressure to apply to every delicate divot. The precise combination and rhythm to elicit a response.

The way he could guide you, command you, the way he could make you take flight for him? It would be… explosive.

The melody of your sudden laughter extinguished the heat that had started to lick its way down his body as he watched you give them the version of yourself they expected. Amiable, innocent, polished. 

As your meeting came to an end and you and your colleagues stood to leave, the shadows shifted around Caleb as he pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning against. Pulling the DAA clearance card that had kept the door behind him open, he took a step into the corridor that would lead to his quiet exit. 

Only he knew where your smile dented into your cheek. Only he knew the cadence of your breaths when you spoke. Only he knew what you looked like when your guard was truly down. When you sighed, cried, hurt, and slept. Only he was worthy of seeing it.

Only Caleb had forged himself into a man worthy of loving you.

The night was thick with fog when he watched you step out of the Hunter’s Association, your shadow dancing across the concrete under the warm glow of the street lamps.

As you parted ways with your colleagues, Caleb studied the elegant line of your throat, the way it expanded and contracted around the hum of your voice.

He knew the exact shape of it by memory, — all those times you'd looked up at him to smile at him, to talk to him, to argue with him — the softness of the delicate skin there, the way it would feel under his palm, under his mouth. Fluttering, warm, alive.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, not away from Skyhaven, not in a darkened alleyway by your workplace where the lamp light barely even reached.

But as the sound of your footsteps ticked over the hum of the city, as each of your movements brought you closer to the corner of the building, to him, the oxygen funneling into his brain seemed to thin, and the rational part of his mind, his focus, took a backseat. 

The sight of you walking toward him was so right, so inevitable that Caleb barely even realized how far out of the shadows he was leaning, how quickly he’d snapped himself back into your orbit. 

He, the metal, you, the magnet.

The fist of his right arm clenched as he forced himself to stay in place, to stop leaning toward you on the off chance the sweetness of your skin would enter his nose. The connection between you was so physical, pulled so taut, that he almost couldn’t believe you'd never sought to close the distance, that you’d ever accepted his death so easily.

That had always been your biggest mistake, though. Thinking that he’d ever allow something as trivial as mortality to sever what bound you to him. 

He shouldn’t reach for you. He knew that. And yet, as you closed the distance, he stepped closer. Just enough to feel your presence pull against him.

His evol stirred, faint but insistent, brushing against the edges of your space like a ribbon. The pull of you was so familiar, so tangible, he could feel every cell, all the matter that made up your beautiful existence. 

Suddenly, without his permission, his hand shot out, gently enveloping your wrist as you passed.

You spun around, your instincts awakened, and in one fluid motion the barrel of your gun was aimed at his chest. He almost chuckled at the sight, but the intensity on your face kept him quiet.

Your eyes widened, shock and incredulity clicking into place when they finally registered Caleb’s presence. “You…” the sentence withers in your throat.

“Hello, pip,” he said softly, raising a brow at the gun. “Still using that move?”

Your eyes flicked across the contours of his face like a laser, his hair, his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw, no detail escaping your notice before you stuttered, “C-Caleb? Bu— You’re supposed to be…”

He felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as the letters of his name curled around your tongue for the first time in what felt like an eternity. “I still might if you don’t put that away,” he said mildly. 

Your grip on the weapon tightened reflexively, but it didn’t lower. Interesting. 

Moving with military-like precision, too quickly for you to counteract it, Caleb’s hand shot out, hitting the gun and dislodging it from your grasp. 

You froze, hooking your gaze into his as he tested the weight of it in his hand, the barrel pointing at your chest for one second, two seconds, three... before he aimed it at the ground.

“Tsk, tsk. So careless.” The soft click of the safety flicking on pierced the air between them. “Someone could’ve gotten hurt, pipsqueak.”

“How did you… how are you…?” there’s a faint tremor in your tone and your eyes turn glassy. 

“Shh,” Caleb stepped closer, close enough to feel your shaky exhale against his throat like a wave of summer air, close enough to reach around you to place your gun back in the holster on your hip. Close enough that his forehead brushed yours. “I missed you too.”

For half a second, he saw your guard slip, your face caught between disbelief and longing. 

And then, like feeling an engine ignite, he knew exactly which of your buttons he’d just flicked. Before the anger even had a chance to crackle across your irises. Before your palms came up to his chest and shoved at it. “I went to your funeral.”

“My funeral, hm?” His body had barely swayed, but his amused, love-drunk smile never wavered when he decided to press another button. “Did you cry for me, then?” 

Caleb’s evol flared, and he had your hands lowered — eyelashes fluttering in surprise, back and palms pinned to the building behind you — before you’d even finished the thought of shoving him again. 

With your hands out of the way, as you struggled against the bindings of his evol, Caleb finally took the chance to cup your face in his hands, cradling it like it was the very nucleus of his life force. 

“Hey. Hey,” he soothed, re-familiarizing himself with the contour of your jaw beneath his fingers. “I’d never leave you in a world without me, pip, you know me better than that.”

“I thought I did,” you gritted out, the confusion and betrayal in your voice slowing your movements. "Now, I'm not so sure."

He took advantage of your hesitation, brushing the bow of his upper lip against the bump of your lower one.

“You do, though,” he reassured.  “Just like I know you. Better than anyone ever could.” Caleb reached out, his knuckles grazing your cheek. “Your anger, your love” His hand went to the steel-chain tag that hung around his neck. “Wants. Needs.” His nose traced the bridge of yours and he reveled in another one of your shaky breaths. “Outside…” His voice roughened, “Inside.”

Just as you quit struggling, just as your confusion fissured and your body turned languid against his, just as you gave in, Caleb released you, taking a step back to enjoy the sight of you trying to find your footing.

“Now you’ll never doubt that I’ll always find you.” His mouth curved into the charismatic smile he was known to flash at his general when he gestured toward the street. “It’s late, pipsqueak. Get yourself home.”

Your chest heaved with what were no doubt a dozen of your favorite insults, but you didn’t voice any of them. Instead, you clenched your jaw, straightened your shoulders, and bit out, “I’m going to— I can’t believe— No, I can’t do this right now. This isn’t over, Caleb.”

You turned sharply on your heel, your footsteps echoing in the silence as you walked away, steps stiff and uneven. And Caleb watched as the shadows swallowed your figure and you disappeared from view. 

He’d wait, he decided. he could play the long game. He already spent all these months away from you, what were a few more if it helped you realize the raw, unfiltered truth — that he belonged to you. 

And that was the moment the glass barrier shattered, a pulled trigger that splintered his focus into shards of obsession. 

[gtwscratch]

I JUST HAD A REALLY COOL IDEA FOR AN AU BASED ON THE NEW WILD LIFE EPISODE. HEAVY(?) ANGST UP AHEAD AND ALSO SPOILERS TO SESSION 7 SO BE WARNED!

LIFE SERIES MEMBERS BUT THEY GOT THEIR POWERS FROM LAB EXPERIMENTATION!!!!!

Okay I'm switching to lowercase so I'm not just screaming at you guys haha

[EDIT] Guess who’s fully elaborating on this AU with Subject files and a fic? :3

Project X Master Post

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Imagine Martyn curled up in the corner of his cell, covering his ears bc he doesn't know how to block things out and everything is so loud.

Imagine Scott transforming from an aquatic creature back to his regular form, but he still has gills, and he panics when he can't breathe.

Imagine Jimmy turning in invisible for the first time and not knowing how to turn back, and he thinks he's stuck that way forever.

Imagine Ren transforming the first few times, but there's always something off about him. He looks eerie, like something from uncanny valley.

Imagine Scar not knowing his own strength and jokingly punching Mumbo, only to send him flying into the wall and causing his death.

Imagine Cleo trying so hard to get Mumbo and Skizz to act the way that they used to when she summons them, but it's never truly them. Something is always wrong.

Imagine BigB being terrified when he summons the creaking for the first time, not realizing they're on his side and thinking they'll attack him.

Imagine Gem astral projecting as an escapism, talking to Mumbo and Skizz and "leaving" the facility, but she can't truly leave.

Imagine Impulse and Tango nearly getting to escape with their powers, their friends cheering them on from inside their cells, and just when they're in the clear, Impulse gets tranquilized and falls unconscious. Tango can't bare to leave his buddy behind. They both get collars that block their abilities and heavy monitoring after that stunt.

Lizzie feels bad about her power. She's tried to escape as well, but when she realized the blindness affected her friends, it freaked her out so much that security was able to catch up to her and take her back to her cell.

Imagine Bdubs sleeping diligently through every night and dealing with nightmares of the hell they've all been put through so his friends don't.

Imagine Pearl wishing she could fly out in the open air, desperate for that kind of freedom that she knows she will never have.

Imagine Etho trying to bring down his mace to pretend to hit Bdubs, and when he move to the side to dodge, it actually puts him in the way of Etho's strike. The absolute terror that fills Etho is so bad that he never jokes like that again, even if it barely hurt him.

Imagine Joel looking around and analyzing the rooms, thinking of how he could scale the walls with his ability to escape through an air vent, but he can never bring himself to do it because he refuses to leave Lizzie.

Imagine Grian being physically and emotionally strained trying to learn everyone's powers and how to properly use them, wishing he just had one of his own instead.

Imagine Skizz and Mumbo both dying (Skizz due to the intense tests and Mumbo due to the effects the testing had on Scar) before they had a chance to gain powers of their own. Don't imagine those powers being just what the group needs to escape.

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I think I might write each of these as a one shot. That would certainly be a LOT of fun :) lmk what you guys think please!

[my-my-my]

I love your work so much and the way you write characters especially aizen 💖 , I was wondering if you could please write a hollow aizen x y/n , like hollow aizen manhandles y/n and he has a kink for pulling her hair and a breeding kink (if you don't mind can it be public sex) thank you so much 💗

I'm so sorry for this delay! But thank you for sending in this request and your lovely comment!! I won’t be able to fit all of the kinks you listed in this request, but I tried my best! This is a bit of a continuation from my Kinktober prompt.

CW: monster fucking, sleep sex/somnophilia, rimming, anal sex, double penetration, reader still thinks she’s dreaming

The hogyoku shone brilliantly in the dark room of Aizen’s lab with Las Noches. It glittered and shimmered as he flickered his spiritual pressure against it. For something so small, as Aizen held it in his palm, it contained boundless power and creation.

It would be one of the many tests he set upon himself regarding the workings of the hogyoku. Aizen recorded his transformation into a chrysalis-esque creature, and recently a being with wings, but the transformations never lasted particularly long, he noticed. The more spiritual pressure he poured into the hogyoku, a more intense transformation would begin, and some test days, the transformation would last for hours, while others, a few minutes.

Aizen pondered at the thought of sustaining the hogyoku’s power inside him without the need to hold it in his hand. He wanted the hogyoku to have a constant stream of his power, to see where else the hogyoku would lead him to.

He poured over textbooks and forbidden texts he stole from the Soul Society. It was becoming more evident, as he studied the hogyoku more closely, that he would have to embed it way in his being. At the same time, the tests he had run were still inconclusive. It was not something he would take lightly until further experiments would show more stable evidence for him.

Today would be his first round of tests where he poured a large portion of his spiritual pressure into the shining gem. It glimmered in his hands as made a small implant for it in the palm of his left hand. He flexed his powers more intensely into it. Aizen continued to focus his spiritual pressure on the hogyoku, as the familiar sensation of the gem’s power engulfed his entire being.

Already, Aizen noticed his body felt different, he could feel the skin of his face move aggressively, his back lurched as he began to feel a strange sensation of something sprouting from his shoulder blades. Yet he continued to push on, focusing on the hogyoku.

When the hogyoku’s power felt stable and steady, Aizen let himself relax a bit and noticed his arms and legs had changed. His arms and legs went from stark white, to pitch black. His entire being felt different than before.

He stalked his way to the mirror in his lab and inspected his new transformation. His face had been split apart, with a completely black visage appearing before him. His teeth were sharp and the foreign sensation he felt in his shoulders were wings.

Trying to reign in his thoughts, Aizen realized he had stepped into something hollow-esque. Not like a Vizard, not like an arrancar, but something more. The hogyoku remained in his palm as he sauntered over his lab notes. It was dawning on him that this must be near the end of the transformations.

He struggled to grip his pen without breaking it, as he tried to document the changes in his being, but an undeniable hunger surged inside of him. But, as he stopped, writing, it wasn’t a hunger for food, it wasn’t a thirst that needed to be quenched, or an appetite for more learning…

His mind raced and wandered to thoughts of you. He clutched his head as he tried to push away those thoughts of you moaning his name, the way you would cry for him in your slumber. He hated this part of himself, the part that still craved you constantly – even though his plans to invade Karakura Town were well in motion.

But the hunger for you grew stronger. It was all consuming and yet, the hogyoku shone brilliantly.

And before he knew it, he was in your bedroom. You were sleeping soundly – a relaxed look on your face as stared at your slumbering form. His spiritual pressure wouldn’t have been felt with this transformation, he realized, as there was no distortion or destruction in his presence, only you, and the blanket “protecting” you.

Aizen took in a deep breath, his hunger for you grew stronger as he lurched over your form. He tried to reign in his strength, as his clawlike finger gently stroked your cheek. Your skin was just as soft as he remembered, your lips as plush as before. His tongue, he realized, grew longer, as he licked your lips. You frowned in your sleep, your mouth immediately opening to lick your lips as to what happened, to which Aizen took his chance to lick you again.

Your eyebrows continued to crease as you began to wake. Aizen stared at you, wanting to know your reaction. Would you see him? Would you scream in horror?

Was this a mistake? Aizen wasn’t sure, but his hunger wasn’t satiated.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. You felt a weight on top of you as you tried to register what was going on. It was then you could see some kind of hazy figure.

���Who’s there?” You whispered, still unsure of whether you were awake, or if this was a dream.

The figure had a menacing grin, but the weight, this presence, felt oddly familiar. The being caressed your face and your eyes widened immediately.

“Sosuke?” You whimpered.

Hearing you say his name had Sosuke’s already frantic mind, race faster. You weren’t horrified, as you tried to place your arm on his chest.

It was strange, you thought, he was barely visible, yet oddly solid, but he was in a form you didn’t recognize.

“It is you, isn’t it Sosuke?” You asked, unconsciously spreading your legs.

“It is.” He murmured.

“I can barely see you.” You said softly, “what’s happening?”

You flinched as the cold air hit your body, your blanket thrown on to the ground. Aizen found himself in between your spread legs as he ran a sharp claw down your nightwear. Your tattered clothing fell apart as your laid nude before him.

You were a feast before him as his hunger grew. It was a strange sensation to you though. You could barely see him, yet could feel him. He wasn’t quite solid, but a presence was there.

Yet, you were certain this was another dream of yours.

You yelped and winced as he pulled your hair, forcing your head to look between your legs. You still couldn’t discern what was happening, but saw that your mattress had an impression on it, a weighted body along with yours.

And he let go of your head just as quickly, as you bounced from the shock. Everything was happening so fast, and you were so tired, still recovering from your sleep. You felt, what you thought, were kisses, or something of the sort, trail from the side of your face, down along your neck, to long swipes against your stiff nipples. Moans and sighs fell from your lips as Sosuke continued to lap and taste your body.

You hazily felt your pussy growing wetter with each of Sosuke’s deliberately slow ministrations. He was savouring you, every gasp, sigh and moan.

When he reached down to your wet pussy, you arched your back as he flicked his tongue against your clit. He somehow managed to hold your body down as he greedily lapped at your juices. You tried to focus your eyes but still couldn’t see him – you couldn’t see anything.

“Sosuke – “ You gasped, “I’m so close!” And he indulged you, eating your pussy happily as your orgasm washed over you. But he wasn’t stopping. His pace and touch changed but he wanted to hear more of your screams.

Sosuke eagerly drank your juices as they dripped down his hollowfied face. He quickly glanced down and saw his cock had changed as well. It wasn’t just one – but two cocks he had that were ready for you. Not that it mattered to him, and he knew it didn’t matter to you. But he had to prepare you for it.

He propped your legs over his shoulders and spread your ass apart. His long tongue circled the puckered entrance as he muttered kaido spells to help you relax.

Your eyes fluttered at the sensation – anal play wasn’t foreign to you. It was something that interested you and Sosuke – at least in your dreams – indulged you in. He was concentrated and with every flick and stretch of his tongue, your body relaxed even further.

Your eyes were starting to prick with sleep, you were so tired, your body sore from all the orgasms that Sosuke had put you through.

Sosuke pulled away from you, you wondered if he was stopping for the night. But before you could ponder further, you felt a larger stretch than usual in your pussy… followed by another cock pushing through your other hole.

“Sosuke what –” before you could finish your sentence, he pushed through both your holes, stretching and filling you completely. Your eyes rolled from the sensation as he stilled himself for a moment.

“So full” you began to babble. Sosuke, or whoever the menacing-looking figure was, you could see a faint hint of a satisfied grin. You felt the familiar burn of your hair being pulled as you vaguely thought you saw two cocks pushing in and out of your ass.

Sosuke pulled you up as you sat in his lap, his cocks stuffed inside you. You groaned again at the feeling, as Sosuke had only used toys on you before. His gripped your hair tightly as he pounded away at your holes. You clawed at him, crying and sobbing as he quickened his already unrelenting pace.

In your haze of confusion, pleasure and pain, you felt the familiar twitch, the familiar shudder that Sosuke was close. Out of instinct, you squeezed your pussy, and subsequently your ass, around him.

“Naughty girl, you always know what pleases me.” He groaned, as his pace began to slow. His thrusts began to falter before he stopped fully inside you. You squeezed around him again, earning a hiss from him.

The two of you sat embraced, as you felt his cocks grow soft inside you. The surreal feeling of all of this left you in a daze, you wondered if his cum was dripping from you.

Sosuke laid you back on to your bed, pulling himself out of you. You whined at the loss, to which he could only stroke your cheek tenderly. You still couldn’t really see anything, or process what was happening, only that sleep was calling you again. Sosuke, or whoever this being was, was comforting though, as he draped your blanket over you, tucking you back to bed.

Once Sosuke was sure you had fallen asleep, he transformed back – the hollow-esque form gone. The hogyoku was still implanted in the palm of his hand. He pulled it out and used healing spells to suture his palm again.

But before he left, he stroked your face once more, before brushing his lips against yours. You were fast asleep, as he began to leave your room.

As soon as the gate appeared, Sosuke heard you sigh. He turned his head slightly before departing, knowing he couldn’t trust himself around you anymore.

“Sosuke, I miss you.” Echoed in his mind as he traversed back to his lab.

As he stood there, placing the hogyoku back into its confines, Sosuke sighed. He noted all the physical transformation and effects that had occurred, but, as he stared back at the hogyoku, he realized that no matter how many tests he ran on the hogyoku, the hunger for you would never fade.

Thanks for your request! I also apologize for any errors since I'm still sick.

This poem by Pablo Neruda (Love Sonnet XI) was an influence when writing it:

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hope you liked it!

[jettboat]

*Throws Lab AU at your head* Thank you so much @gtwscratch for helping me with some of the powers!

Powers and lore under the cut!

Powers

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Ren: Manipulate sound waves with his guitar

Martyn: Sonic scream

Etho: Can breath a toxic gas that makes people sick

Big B: Can make people forget random things

Skizz: Can transfer other's wounds to himself

Impulse: Gravity manipulation

Bdubs: Can drain people's energy and copy powers with touch

Grian: Can see into other rooms

Jimmy: Skin turns into metal to prevent getting hurt

Pearl: Can speak to canines

Gem: Can create illusions

Tango: Can enter tech

Mumbo: Can store anything in his pockets, doesn't matter how big

Scar: Can travel to different universes temporarily

Lizzie: Can eat nightmares

Cleo: Mind control

Joel: Perfectly use technology

Scott: Plant manipulation (chooses flowers)

Lore

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With crime rates spiking, a science lab called Watchers Co. decided to start an experiment to create superheroes. With subjects picked, they closed their doors and started testing. Then they got a bit corrupt and started seeing the subjects less like people and more like liquid in a test tube. Now, they're searching for a way out.

If you guys have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them!

[inkie-does-whump]

Body horror part two: Amnesia colds

Trigger warning for mild body horror. Duh.

After the successful transfer of Jimmy into his plastic toy body, the Watchers turn their attention to organic vessels. Plastic and plush was fine, but it had one major downfall. Inorganic materials aren't affected by the tranquilizers, or any other drugs the Watchers use. They are beginning to have serious trouble getting Jimmy to his rentals again, since they can't trang him during transportation.

So organic vessels it is!

The Watchers start by trying to swap subjects bodies, instead of synthetically growing a new body (cuz that's hella expensive). They're unsure how this will psychologically affect the subjects, so they test on subjects that are less wanted for rental than Jimmy (Their toy stays nice and controlled <3)

The studies begin on Cleo, Pearl and Gem in the HC9 lab. This lab is also where Lizzie and Mumbo are being held for their recovery from their burn injuries.

They work with Cleo and Gem first, bringing them into the medical center and hooking them to machines. Testing their vitals, their internal systems, and running all the same tests they did on Jimmy. It doesn't take long before the magic is successful and Cleo and Gem swap. The test is temporary, and they're changed right back, but it's proof that a mind can move into an organic vessel.

Their hope is to use this magic on Lizzie or Mumbo, since their current bodies are pretty destroyed. Having done this twice now, the Watchers easily move Lizzie into Pearl's body.

Lizzie wakes up disoriented. She's surrounded by Watchers staring at her, taking notes and checking the medical devices she's connected to.

"Pearl?" One of the Watchers says.

Lizzie glaces around the room, trying to get her bearings. She's in a medical center, but not the one from the LL SMP lab, which is weird. She's not in rotation for any other labs right now. This medical center is bigger than the other one, and confusingly, Pearl isn't here.

When no one answers the Watchers, they clear their throat and try, "Lizzie? Are you awake?"

Lizzie blinks at them, "Y- yeah. Did I get moved?"

Half a dozen pens begin to write on their clipboards. One of the Watchers types something in a laptop. Lizzie takes a second bewildered look around the room, still confused about Pearl.

She brushes her hair out of her eyes, and that's the first thing she notices. Her hair isn't pink. That's not weird by itself, she hasn't been able to dye it as often since her capture. But this isn't her natural hair color either. She frowns, glancing down.

Her uniform is the same. White and white. Plastic collar. That's new. She looks just fine, but she feels... Big. Taller, maybe.

"What happened?" She asks, but she doesn't expect an answer. When have the Watchers ever given them answers?

A second Watcher, the one at the computer, comments, "Unusual neural patterns in Lizzie. Uh. Pearl. She might be dreaming? Probably a nightmare."

"That's new. Lizzie didn't dream." Another says, leaning over their shoulder to look at the laptop, "Neutral patterns from Mumbo... Okay. Give her another dose of prazosin and keep monitoring. We'll switch them back if it causes problems."

The Water nods in response. Someone else approaches Lizzie, "We're going to run some standard tests, okay? Can you stand up?"

Lizzie nods and pushes herself to her feet. Vertigo makes her gag. She's definitely taller than normal.

The Watcher walks her through some tests, and she feels foreign to herself the entire time. She's not used to seeing the tops of people's heads.

Eventually she catches a glimpse of her reflection in a black screen, and she flinches. That's not her face.

That's. That's not her face. That's not her.

The Watchers have to drug Lizzie to stop her from clawing Pearl's face off.

The two are hurriedly swapped back.

Sometime later, during the LimL SMP, the testing is continued. This time they study the long term effects of it. It's just one week, but Lizzie and Gem are disoriented the entire time.

Pearl and Cleo are kept in the other lab as a control sample. Pearl sleeps away in Lizzie's body, while Cleo paces until Gem's corset bruises her ribs.

Lizzie and Gem are instructed to act like Pearl and Cleo while they're in the new lab, and for the most part they do. They force a poor accent, and hang out with Bigb or Scar and Bdubs.

But Lizzie hasn't seen Joel in so long.

And Joel could recognize his love anywhere.

They hope the Watchers don't notice the evenings that "Pearl" and Joel are spending together. The lengthy conversations as they catch up with each other. The overwhelming love that they never stopped feeling.

(The Watchers can tell their meal has been soured. They have a punishment waiting for Lizzie once she's healed, but that's a story for another time.)

Body horror part one link :3

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

There’s a lot of weird things about Etho — it’s something everyone knows, most of them just don’t know the reasons.

Only a few people have ever seen Etho without his mask, one of which was Bdubs, who had given up on asking about it long before Etho showed him. He doesn’t have a mouth, just a gaping hole with a single speck of light inside. If you were to look too closely you might notice it watching you.

Then there’s Etho’s scar, which sometimes doesn’t even seem attached to his face. If he were to cover it with his hand you’d still be able to see it, as if there’s nothing obstructing it. It doesn’t work like that if someone else were to try covering it.

There are also a few who have wandered a bit too far into Etho’s builds and found themselves in a world they didn’t recognize, standing in front of a piston door built into the side of a hill. The door opens into long, twisting hallways full of strange sounds and objects. It’s easy to get lost in there, and the only unique room is lined with doors, each leading to something new.

One has a pink Wither that has only ever been seen in dreams; one is filled with lava, diamonds dropping down into it from the ceiling; and one door leads into more halls, but they’re smaller, and they’re the home to Etho. Many Ethos, all with blank, white-eyed stares. Some hold pages ripped from their books, the text garbled and corrupted.

If you’re unlucky enough, one might follow you home. These Ethos were not meant to exist, especially not outside their mazes. They can only speak in a handful of set phrases, only being able to follow the script they have corrupted beyond recognition.

That’s where Gem got the creature inside her secret lab. She managed to trap it after it followed her out of the labyrinth, and put it into a test tube to be studied. Etho knows, there’s not a way he can’t, but he ignores it. The scripts are long in his past, and the ERROR 404: Description not found — they were meant to be forgotten.

.... the pink wither from an April Fools update. How many of those updates does he have in there? If you venture deep enough can you find the Etho Slab? I'm not sure if you'd want to....

-Mod Mleem

[poisoned-fruit-prose]

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

synop: viktor chases after a beloved memory with you.

wc: 614.

includes: nothing but love and fluff.

author's note: season 2 destroyed me enough to make a fic blog, so that tells you just about all you need to know. i'd like to think of this as a memory viktor looks back on while he's up in astral la-la-land, in a world where you are his "only you."

this is the 2nd person POV version of this fic. if you'd prefer 3rd person POV, you can find that here.

“This should do it,” you murmured. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Viktor replied warmly, stepping beside his beloved and wrapping his arm around your waist. The newest development in Hextech sprawled over the table before you, ready for its final test. It was an attempt to recapture a memory you held close to their hearts: the night you first tested Hextech, where you were left floating among stars. You were chasing after something personal, so this was little more than a side-project; but funding after the Hexgates’ success was vast, and what was life without a little fun?

You turned the dial and watched as the gemstone spun into the air, capturing sparks from the arcs surrounding its divot. Slowly, you turned it up to its full capacity, until the gem whirred with great intensity and it grew difficult to look at the bright sparks of light. There was always the fear this would kill you—but the thrill of discovery always overcame it.

The noise and light peaked with an innocuous explosion. The pair opened their eyes.

A sea of stars floated alongside you within your high-ceilinged lab; a globe of runes rotated around your cores. You laughed when you caught Viktor’s gaze, his own joy apparent. You quickly became accustomed to your weightlessness and floated towards each other, guided only by your wants and the arcane’s willingness to give it to you. You met above the spinning crystal and embraced. Viktor kissed you softly, and you returned it in kind.

It was only a few minutes before you donned the harnesses that would allow you to stray from the crystal’s initial field; it captured the magic and generated a sort of fuel to continue flying wherever you pleased. A single gemstone over the heart radiated light.

You're first to test it. You opened the window and jumped off the balcony; the force of your plummet gave you incredible lift, and you whooped as you shot into the air. It was golden hour, and the sky was filled with the biggest, fluffiest clouds. It was the perfect day to go flying.

Viktor followed, linking hands with you when he met you in the air. Without weight on his leg, Viktor was giddy to lead. He pulled you along, giving you the momentum to zip through the air as fast as you pleased.

You watched over the beauty of Piltover, of its gardens and brass glinting in the setting sun. The sheer height of the glass allowed you to peer into the biodome at the heart of the university. Ships flew above you, people walked below you; you carved a new path into this life of yours.

You both slowed down to walk on air. A head on Viktor’s shoulder, his head atop yours. You glided through gardens, pink petals floating on wind, golden light sparkling off fountains, a breeze following your movements.

You hardly spoke, but neither of you had to. What was there to say that wasn’t already known?

A ding on your harnesses warned your fuel was halfway gone, yet you only smiled on your way back to their lab. What little time you spent in the air was enough to last you a lifetime. You would keep this memory even closer. Hands tightly woven, you floated gracefully down to the alabaster balcony, where Viktor landed and kissed you before you were even out of the air. Your hair wove in the breeze of your landing, haloing you as you came to rest in Viktor’s arms.

“I think we can call that a success,” he said through a laugh laced with adoration. You merely kissed him again in response.

dividers used: sparkles • star

[starrydragoness]

I WANT SOME NSFW HEADCANONS WITH HIM. HE'S SO HOT. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THAT ABOUT A DRAGON. I KEEP SAYING THAT ABOUT DOTTORE. BUT DOTTORE IN THE FORM OF A DRAGON IS SO HOT

A/n: Honestly, I never thought something I drew would cause such a reaction in someone but I'll consider it like a big goal, which honestly it is. Also - Guys is this a safe space..

Contents: Dragon! Dottore x GN reader, MDNI, 18+, monster-fucking, headcanons, grammar mistakes

-Truthfully, Dottore doesn’t often feel aroused, or when he does feel like that he doesn’t feel the need to “let it out” - he has become rather dismissive and numb to the feeling

-There are things he does love though - success of his experiments, a clean lab, you

-He is rather obsessive with it and protective, hoarding you to himself like a precious gem that you represent in his eyes.

-Dottore, human form or not, does have a taste for fear, it can get him going. And one way he can get to smell the fear from you is by using his dragon characteristics or even his full dragon form is he’s really feeling playful

-His sense of smell in human form was significantly dwindled and weakened due to him being around chemicals so much, but his dragon form does provide him with a second chance of sorts for smells. He can smell you in particular from far away

-And he can also smell the changes in you, be it your arousal or fear or joy, it’s like a palette of tastes he loves to savor

-With that being said he does love to give a bit of a chase to you before indulging in baser needs

-Dottore is definitely the one to bite you and leave his mark all over you, his hands holding you still by clawing into your skin and clothes alike while his teeth leave indents across your flushed form

-One would think you were half-way to getting mauled by something

-Loves to test your limits by transforming half way and letting you take him like that, testing just how eager you can be for him, and don’t think he’ll give it easy to you either, he can be quite mean

-Now for a little something more 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 , monsterfucker core - Dottore loves to have you ride his tongue in his dragon form. He is huge, might I remind you, and his tongue does have some small ridges that do their magic at stimulating you. You know he won’t hurt you, but this is Dottore we’re talking about, and being surrounded by his teeth while he coaxes you to take your pleasure on its own is nothing to scoff or laugh at

-It gets your heartbeat racing, and he finds a way to make you come time and time again

-He is quite feathery, so sometimes he may pluck a feather or two after he’s done with your coupling and would tease you with it as you’re still dizzy and trying to get yourself together, he’s hovering over you, human form now, and tracing your skin with the tip of the feather

-Heavy into overstimulation, and he’s more of a giver - more so for the reason already mentioned but even when he’s aroused he isn’t selfish with his desires, he doesn’t care much about his arousal

-Would indulge you if you beg him prettily as you usually know how to though, he’s not immune to those pleading eyes and pretty lips

-If he enters a rut or a stronger wave of arousal, he’d bend you over the table in his office whenever you visit, making you come on his tongue or fingers first before he takes you from behind

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[arminthada]

Sneak Peak of the Cutting-Edge Futuristic Netflix Thai Original ‘Tomorrow and I’

What happens when hyper-advanced technology collides with traditional Thai beliefs and customs? Discover the answers in Tomorrow and I, a four episode anthology series that takes viewers on a journey through a futuristic Thailand where technology has become an inescapable part of daily life.

The cast includes Pakorn Chatborrirak, Violette Wautier, Waruntorn Paonil, Treechada Hongsyok, Ray Macdonald, Timethai, Thongchai Thongkuntom, Aelm Thavornsiri, Pongsatorn Jongwilas, Chananticha Chaipa, and Wanichaya Pornpanarittichai.

This groundbreaking series is directed by Paween Purijitpanya a trailblazing filmmaker known for his genre-defying works such as Body, 4bia, and Phobia 2. Paween has also showcased his talents with the feel-good series Seven Something, the boundary-pushing film Ghost Lab, and his exceptional direction in the episode “Liberation” of Girl from Nowhere Season 2. In Tomorrow and I, Paween reimagines four everyday scenarios in intriguing ways, starting with…

Episode 1: Bringing your loved ones back from the dead. Imagine a future where innovation has reached its peak, testing the boundaries of life and death. In this world, the cycle of birth, death, and being reborn may become an everyday reality through the technology of cloning.

Episode 2: Welcome to a place where technology meets intimacy. Have you ever felt that your partner couldn't quite meet your desires, or felt uncertain because you're still new to relationships? What if there's a city where technology might provide the solution? Enter a world where intelligent sex robots are designed to cater to every emotional and physical need.

Episode 3: What if a Techno-Monk joined the Buddha and the Dharma in the Triple Gem, replacing the Sangha? Imagine AI continuing ancient teachings preserved and upheld for over 2,500 years, revolutionizing Buddhism. Could this challenge traditional faith, or signal the end of the monastic order?

Episode 4: And if an entire city were submerged underwater after years of relentless rainfall, how would humanity survive? Would people fall into despair as the waters rose, or would they have to rely on "octopuses," potentially the last hope for survival? When this moment arrives, everyone will face a crisis beyond our species' abilities.

Unveil the future in Tomorrow and I, the year-end series that will spark your imagination and challenge your perceptions of a world where technology seamlessly integrates into every facet of our lives. Coming soon, exclusively on Netflix.

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Here are my collected thoughts on why I ship Fenro and not Fendra

@shychick-52 @rommaru

First, if the DT crew wanted to make Fendra canon, they should’ve actually had more episodes building up their relationship, instead of shoehorning all that development in just Beaks in the Shell. Just like georgiarose answered in their respective post.

It wouldn’t have been hard to have Gandra genuinely apologize to Fenton for being in cahoots with Mark Beaks and lying to him in the process, but the show never does that due to the Duck family’s main character syndrome and the show’s cast bloat. Then there are the episodes in Season 3 where Gandra doesn’t interact with Fenton until the final episodes of Season 3, and her redemption arc doesn’t get developed throughout the same season, only in Beaks in the Shell. Heck throughout their “date” in Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee, Gandra did criticize two of Fenton’s experiments for not being risky “What if you don’t like glazed doughnuts?” -Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee” and for conforming with Mcduck’s corporate checklist “So, Rich boss McDuck gets to gobble up all of the Earth’s precious gems for himself? What’s next, some kind of Gold magnet?” - Same episode, although I do agree with her anticapitalist belief, which is the one trait I’m tolerable of. During that whole lab session she also demonstrated her own tech, her Eyebuds and Nanites, WITHOUT Fenton’s permission, to show how good her free lance tech is (which honestly felt like a red flag to me)

Exhibit A, Gandra testing her nanites on Fenton, without his permission

In the whole series, Fenton is a lawful good duck and Gandra’s obviously morally grey, and as you watch Gandra’s cover get blown during the climax of Dangerous chemistry of Gandra Dee you begin to become disappointed with her when she doesn’t apologize to Fenton for double crossing him, that very episode made me completely disappointed in the character herself.

Dialogue is also from The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee:

Fenton: So I’m the suit? You’re the one working for Beaks!

Gandra: I work for myself. I just …used him for funding and resources.

Fenton: For what? Was any of this real? What are you?

Gandra: A scientist, free of responsibility, and look …for what it’s worth, you’re a good scientist.

Fenton: And you’re a crook.

If you focus on Gandra’s lines, there is an underlying hypocrisy to her character, she is also responsible for creating the nanites to cause Mark Beaks to go berserk. The dialogue reaffirms that Gandra did not formally apologize to Fenton and took accountability for her actions at the end of her debut episode.

Reminder, I rage quit watching the Ducktales reboot after seeing spoilers for Beaks in the Shell. There was not a lot of compatibility and build up to Fenton and Gandra falling in love together near the end of the series. The reason they started their relationship is because of Huey and Webby forcing them to get together on a date, while completely disregarding Fenton’s boundaries in the process, and this is something you should never do IRL. Due to Gandra being a hypocrite claiming she’s a rebel scientist only to reveal she was forced to work for F.O.W.L. Through her sob inducing backstory (Playing the guilt card are we?) does sum up how her redemption arc or lack thereof, didn’t make it feel compelling to us at all. Since Gandra and Fenton only interacted in 3 episodes total, through Beaks in the Shell we learn that they’re in a secret relationship and run science experiments together in a virtual reality which also had so many plotholes. Beaks in the Shell made Fenton and Gandra’s relationship feel rushed and forced with no substance to it at all, they just made them canon to constantly enforce heteronormativity like Disney and pander to the Shippers.

And then you have Fenton’s relationship with Gyro who surprisingly interacted more with him than with Gandra in the entire series. Fenton may be lawfully good and friendly while Gyro is antisocial and focused on his inventions they actually have a solid dynamic and were able to play off of each other. Throughout season 1 and Astroboyd they had a gradual build up of care and respect and especially in Astroboyd Gyro ends up promoting Fenton to a doctor to show the respect he now has for him.

Dialogue is from near the end of AstroB.OY.D.

Yes, intern. I was once like you. Of course, I was a naive idiot back then. But if I had someone to actually listen to me, I might not have been so hopeless. So... you're hired full-time, Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera.

Fenro: That's not technically how doctorates work,and I don't care!

Gyro: Okay, everybody, the hugging is a "just for today" thing.

Exhibit B, Fenton happily embracing Gyro after being promoted to a full time job as a Doctor. Also this hug was before Gyro protected Fenton before Boyd could attack him and managed to apologize and embrace Boyd for the mistake he made in the past. Guess which scientist is more committed to their responsibilities in the whole reboot? Also Gyro reconciling with Boyd and promoting Fenton was the best way to have his character arc go off on a high note and helped improve his relationship with Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera.

Fenton and Gyro helped fight off the main antagonists in all 3 season finales of the Ducktales reboot, they had great chemistry together whenever they’re on screen, they’re opposites attract, they’re both brilliant scientists, heck, that’s why I enjoyed watching scenes of them together, and why I ended up shipping them even thought they didn’t end up together. Fenton and Gyro were awesome characters that had the best designs in the reboot. You’ll also know it’s a problem in the episodes featuring Gandra, the writers had to completely change Fenton and Gyro’s dynamic in order to have Gandra and Fenton be more “compatible”. Due to realizing that they ended up realizing they gave Fenton and Gyro way more chemistry than they did with Gandra. Look these two whole posts aren’t hot takes these are just my opinions I’m sharing with you. Also I wasn’t trying to antagonize the Fendra shippers at all in this critical post. Tl;dr, Fenton and Gyro’s relationship got no homo’d out of existence near the end of the series, and Fendra ended up feeling very forced and obviously rushed with Gandra’s character feeling poorly handled by the DT17’s writers. Fun fact, Beaks in the Shell was one of the least watched episodes out of the series.

[gtwscratch]

Project X Master Post

Project X is a Wild Life/Life Series AU where the Lifers were kidnapped and tested on like lab experiments, and through this testing, they gained superhuman abilities.

I'll eventually start writing for this, but at the moment, I just want to focus on designing all of the characters that will make appearances. As much as I want to drop everything and just work on this, I'm a college student, so please be patient with me, thank you! <3

Official Playlist

Project X: A Life Series Lab Experiment AU

Official Works

Project X on Ao3

Initial Headcanons (Original post about the AU)

Fan Works

Project X Fan Works

Subject Files

Subject 001: Grian Xelqua

Subject 002: Scott Major

Subject 003: Pearl Moonshine

Subject 004: Martyn Woods

Subject 005: Scar Goodtimes

Subject 006: Cleo Nekyia

Subject 007: Joel Smallishbeans

Subject 008: Bdouble “Bdubs” Hundred

Subject 009: Ren Diggity

Subject 010: Tango Tek

Subject 011: Etho Slabs

Subject 012: Impulse Vee

Subject 013: Skizz Hoffmann

Subject 014: Gem Taylor

Subject 015: B. “BigB” Statz

Subject 016: Mumbo K. Jumbo

Subject 017: Lizzie Shade

Subject 018: James “Jimmy” Solidarity

Scientist IDs

Xavier Void—Head of Project X

“Doc”—Head of Experimentation

Xisuma Void—Head of Data Collection

Zedaph Shepherd—Data Collection

Extra Characters

The Conspiracy Theorists

Important Information

Cell and Facility Layout

Q&A

Part 1

[heygreyyart]

Hello!! It's been ages I wrote something this long in my second language and holy. shit. This was hard you guys, i think i'll stick to drawing lmao. This only fuels my admiration to you, writers!! also, enjoy this art wip in the meantime (●'◡'●)

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For Janna’s sake -- if she could shut up for only five seconds.

Calloused fingers run through the curly back of his chestnut hair, as Viktor shut his eyes attempting to pace himself down.

An exasperated sigh escaped from his pursed lips, the slender scientist had been unknowingly trapped against the desk from his own laboratory as the small, freckled frame against him defied the towering height between their bodies, thin arms positioned around him menacingly.

In a way, he found this endearing - Viktor knew she was trying to compensate for the lack of physical height between them by cornering him...little did she know, the scientist enjoyed it behind his unamused facade.

On the other hand, he hated the loud and dramatic antics Ella constantly played whenever they didn’t agree on anything – an unfortunate daily occurrence. 

“You’re making a scene, again. “ He muttered, his hoarse, tired voice lacking patience. He spent the past thirteen hours tinkering and testing some new calculations for the Hextech crystals. Just like his co-worker, the blue gems frantically reacted out of proportion. Dark eyes locked into his golden gaze, demanding him to continue speaking. Plump lips huffing as her arms slowly backed away, crossing around her chest in a swift motion. He noticed the red swelling in her eyes. Viktor assumed Ella spent the afternoon crying – a habit he once witnessed only because he found her wrecking her own sketches and cursing in a language he didn’t quite understand a night after sharing a meeting with council Medarda and the rest of that godforsaken rounded table. The little firecracker hated it when someone else had so much control over her… so of course, the most obvious route of action was to crawl back to him for a rematch. 

“You interpreted everything I said earlier in the worst possible way. As usual.” The red haired woman took a deep breath, puncturing eyes silently stared at his now perplexed features. If looks could kill, he knew for sure he’d end up laying cold dead for being too blunt for his own good. The grasp in his cane strengthened as he embraced Ella's impact.

Hot or cold and no way in between, that’s how it had always been. Ella would either ignore him for a couple of hours (or maybe a day or two if he was lucky enough), then she’d return to the lab in the middle of the night, angrily slam the door while making everyone around aware she was pissed as hell and curse him in every colourful and possible way.

Viktor didn’t care too much, he’d gotten far too used to her explosive attitude after spending six tortuous months working together. “Now it’s a good time for you to say whatever you actually meant to say today during our meeting.” She spat. 

What Ella lacked in height she manifested with her threatening attitude. For once she decided not to call him by his name. “Viktor” had a nicer ring in her ears but he didn’t deserve her sugar coated purrs.  

“You do realize what you did today will basically, fuck me and my team all over. Right? We need the funding. Jayce was this close to close the d–” “I am aware.” Viktor snapped quickly, dark eyebrows furrowing with frustration. 

“What you were not aware of, is the fact we do not need these businesses to use –exploit! – what we are doing here. We have enough resources to allow them to turn this revolutionary step for all humanity into a pathetic sponsor deal." 

The slender man got up and backed away from the bomb exploding right in front of him. He noticed the redhead clamped her hands furiously and impulsively slapped the hard and cold surface of the desk. 

“So fuck the rest, right? As long as you and Jayce have enough toys to play in your lab. Is that all you care about, Viktor? This funding would have allowed us to display this project everywhere in Piltover, all of Runeterra even! Alas, improving our chances to continue what we’re doing for at least two more years.” The artist let out a frustrated, resigned sigh. Manicured hands covered her face in a fruitless attempt of self soothing. White spotted fingers quickly moved to the immense hair bun to remove one thick brush that kept the hairdo from falling down only to re-do her characteristic hairstyle. Viktor had noticed that this was another habit of hers, a routine to avoid descending into madness. Nothing this woman did went unnoticed by anyone– especially to his attentive eyes. “I understand you never actually had to go through cutting expenses, the academy has a tendency to only reject the art department’s projects and practically fire everyone... “

She started, eyes wandering around the laboratory looking for anything to distract the angry and loud pounding of her heart. “Excuse me? You don’t have the faintest idea what I had to endure to get where I – “ 

Viktor raised his voice, his accent thick and rabid. His slender figure drew near to her, and for a moment he fantasized of whacking the brat’s head with his cane. “--But we’re required to explain every little spending we do.” Ella cut him off defiantly. 

“And unfortunately…I can’t say “science happened” like Jayce and you love to tell Heimerdinger whenever you spent last three month’s expenses for just one test.” “Science happened?” Viktor repeatedly exasperated. Speechless.

[jettboat]

Lab AU character facts under the cut!

Ren: 99% of the time, he has his guitar with him. He's also hit a scientist in the face with it once.

Martyn: Accidentally gave Cleo ringing ears after they got into an argument, he feels horrible about it.

Etho: He wears his mask to make sure he doesn't accidentally get people sick, he's only taken it off when he needs a breather.

Big B: Loves making the scientists forget things like names, colors, faces, ect. The scientists are slightly scared of him now, often daring each other to interact with him.

Skizz: He often takes Mumbo's wounds without the other noticing, he doesn't like seeing his friends hurt.

Impulse: If he's too sore from tests, he'll float all his needs towards him. The plate of cold food? Floating. The glass of vitamin water? Floating. Bdubs one time found himself floating, Impulse needed a hug.

Bdubs: Afraid to touch anyone, even the powerless scientists. After he accidentally drained Impulse's energy, he never wants to use his hands again.

Grian: Watches the scientists for fun, he often puts his eyes in subtle places where they won't find them. His eyes disappear from his face while he does this.

Jimmy: There's several dents in the cell bars from him just full on punching it, he's stopped after denting a few of his metal fingers but has since resorted to kicking it.

Pearl: Gossips with one of the scientist's dog, her name is Tilly, they'll have conversations for hours.

Gem: Makes illusions of life outside the facility for her and Lizzie to look at, they once had a feast at a fancy restaurant.

Tango: He once hid in a computer for a few hours until the scientists threatened Jimmy, he did a number on that computer's system though.

Mumbo: The scientists have to check his pockets before letting him back into the cell. They once forgot and he brought trading cards for him and Skizz.

Scar: Often spends time in a dimension covered in sunflowers and he lives in a little cabin until he has to return.

Lizzie: Wants to taste test everyone's nightmares, she calls herself a nightmare connoisseur. She says Gem's taste like wasabi.

Cleo: Sometimes they'll mind control Martyn to say or do things for them, nothing extreme, but they believe he deserves it after messing up their ears.

Joel: Favorite thing in the facility is the race track. They let him drive a race car for an hour. Only thing he likes about the place.

Scott: Even though he's mad at Pearl after their argument, he still grows her favorite flowers for her and put them all around their cramped cell.

Will I draw these guys? Yes. Will it take an insanely long time. Also yes. Please be patient haha

[inkie-does-whump]

gem's most recent ep is giving lab au with her having jimmy and martyn in test tubes

SHE SHOULD SCIENCE ON THEM YEAH

Maybe Jimmy and Martyn are kept sedated in the Hermitcraft lab while they're waiting for their next lab to start up. Like between Life Series or Pow Creations seasons.

The Watchers could have Gem help care for and monitor them. She specialized in biology after all

[tokyo-1842]

LIVE FOREVER <3

Zoro x GN!Scientist!Reader

GN!READER, ZORO X GN!!READER, READER IS GENIUS 😥

TW: Uhh reader not sleeping for days (Possibly weeks), READER PURRS😭 (I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE), Pet rat, Zoro taking care of reader, fluffy fluuff that’s all folks, little suggestive in one sentence.

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“Day…I’ve lost count…” You muttered to yourself as you wrote on the medium sized white board in your lab. The bags under your eyes becoming more visible day by day. The crew worries about you and both your mental and physical health. God…weeks it’s been since your last rest. But it’s not your fault! Science!

Yes science…all you need…you don’t even need sleep!

Ok well maybe a few screws in your head were a little lose during these past months. But it’s nothing to worry about! All the progress and research you’ve made was worth it!

*Squeak, Squeak*

Ah right that’s what this was all about.

So you see, you’ve loved animals your entire life! And one day you decided it’s not fair they don’t get to live as long as humans! The Sunny wasn’t going to be at another island for a long time too. So why not figure out a way too give longer life expectancy to animals.

And so you did but at what cost.

So this brings us here.

“(Name) Open up!” A gruff voice shouted on the other side of the door. “Yeah…give me a second..”

You opened the door to see a seemingly concerned Zoro. “What’s up? Need anything?” You look at him. Only if you could see how tired you looked. “The hell you mean “WhAtS uP”. What’s up is YOU for too long!” “I’m fine I swear…” You take a seat near a table where the mouse you were testing on was laying. (DONT WORRY THE MOUSE IS BEING TAKEN GPOD CARE OF :p)

“What could be so important that could have caused you to not sleep in WEEKS!?” Zoro grunted. “Oh man I’m glad you asked! I’d really like to drag out the years of my life and live past human expectancy. But I can’t.” You paused. “So I made a little buddy who could! This isss…hm (Mouse Name). I called him subject A I never gave a normal name, But anyways-“

Zoro watched as you babbled on about your experiment, he only payed attention to how you looked like you could fall over any moment now.

You pulled out a brush to groom the little critter, slowly stroking is fur.

“(Name)! Are you not seeing the problem here?” “What problem…? Hm are you talking about how I made (Mouse name) to look like me? oh yeah I forgot to mention! I did give him some of my DNA” “(Name)” “I extracted some of my blood and used the cells to form a similar genetic structure to mines” You slurred out while staring into space. “(NAME)! Can’t you see what this is doing to you! You’re clearly not even mentally stable” (That’s a drag) Zoro practically shouted. “Haha…what makes you say that…?”

…

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOUR BRUSHING AIR RIGHT NOW!” You look down to see a comical dotted outline on where (mouse name) should be. Your brain is so tired out you couldn’t even notice nothing was being brushed.

You let out a chuckle. “Funny I could’ve swore he was there…” You sweat dropped. “That’s it. Your putting that mouse to bed then your going to bed.” “But-“ “Do you understand?” The swordsman commanded.

…

“Ok…”

“Great.”

After wrapping up your lab equipment with the help of Zoro (because you would fall over) you changed out of your lab gear.

Roronoa let you borrow one of his T-Shirts. (Totally not just to watch the way the shirt hugs your curves)

“Alright finally let’s head to bed” He picked you up bridal style and you let out an adorable gasp he chuckles at.

…

Finally your curled up to him getting some well needed rest. You snuggled impossibly closer to his chest. Zoro massaged your scalp as he stared off into the moon lit ocean. Observing the way it glistened like a gem and listened to your soft snoring.

That was until he heard a…PURR?

Purring…you were..

The shock wore off as he found it adorable. There were many things about you he never knew but this one is new. It provoked him to keep on petting you as the cat like noises you made were like music to him.

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BONUS:

- When ever the strawhats have a lil sleepover (idk) when you fall asleep Zoro likes to rub your back until you purr to show it to everyone. You always wonder why your throat is sore in the morning..

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY THAT ONE SCENE FROM ADVENTURE TIME LOL.

THATS ALL GUYS THANK YOU FOR READINF

SOME COOL GIFS:

HAVE A GOOD DAY :p

[arduousflame]

Ok, reworked that previous story to fit a bit better in Gwynn's story.

A bit on her background with Viago, and a bit on how messed up the Crows are.

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Lucanis meticulously inspected and replaced the small vials he carried, each one as vital as a blade to an assassin like him. The glass was opaque, cork stoppers sealed with dark red wax to keep their deadly contents secure. His movements were methodical as he separated recently used vials from those that had expired. Only one or two were good enough to return, unaltered. The rest would need to be disposed of—safely.

Across the table, Davrin cleaned his gear with the steady hands of a seasoned soldier, though his eyes kept darting toward Lucanis.

“Careful with those,” Davrin warned, his tone light but edged with caution. “I wouldn’t want Assan getting into them. And you’d better wash your hands before you start on dinner tonight. Got it?”

Lucanis opened his mouth, a sharp retort ready to fire, but stopped short when he caught Rook’s gaze from the fireplace. Her single raised eyebrow said, Don’t you dare.

“Bellara’s cooking,” Lucanis muttered instead.

The elf snorted. “Thank the gods for small mercies.”

“How do you even keep them straight?” Davrin asked after a few minutes of working in silence, nodding at the vials.

Lucanis held one up, angling it toward the light. The faint, otherworldly glow of the Fade caught on tiny raised bumps on the glass surface. He ran his fingers over them, his touch precise and sure.

“By feel,” he replied. “Each vial is marked differently. Even in the dark, I know exactly which one to take.”

“Oh, oh!” Bellara leaned across the table, her curiosity lighting up her face. “Are the marks unique for each assassin, so no one else can use your poisons? I read a story about that once! Two assassins sent to kill each other fell in love, but the woman got wounded protecting her lover. When he tried to give her the antidote, he accidentally gave her another poison because their labels were different. She died in his arms.”

Davrin chuckled and shook his head.

“The poisoners and glassmakers would riot if that were true,” Lucanis said, laughing. “No, the vials are standardized. It’s the poison makers who set the marks.”

“In this case, Viago,” Rook said, stepping closer. She reached for one of the expired vials, her movements unhurried but deliberate. “Oh, he’s given you the good stuff.” She turned the vial over, examining it like an appraiser judging a rare gem. “This one’s a doozy.”

Lucanis plucked the vial from her hand, his eyes narrowing. “Careful with that.”

Bellara cocked her head. “I didn’t know you used poison. Doesn’t it burn off with spells?”

Rook’s smirk was slow and sly. “Oh, Viago never told you?”

Lucanis frowned. “Told me what?”

“That he used me as a test subject when developing new poisons.” Rook reached for another vial, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather.

Bellara and Davrin froze, staring at her in wide-eyed disbelief.

Lucanis, however, remained still, his grip tightening on the vial he’d reclaimed. “I’d remember if he had.”

Rook glanced up, the corners of her mouth quirking in amusement. “Would you, though?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, it’s a story,” she said, leaning one hip against the table. She pointed at the vial in his hand, her expression almost mischievous. “Want to hear what that one did to me?”

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Viago slid the key into the lock, the faint click echoing in the stillness. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, gesturing silently for Gwynn to enter.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. This room was familiar —but not for happy reasons. The shelves lined with bottles and vials, their contents shimmering in the dim light, bore the telltale marks of her Talon’s trade. The faint, acrid tang of herbs and chemicals hung in the air, sharp enough to catch in her throat.

The lab was sparsely lit. Two sconces on either side of the door cast a flickering glow, their flames shivering in the draft. Across the room, the fireplace smoldered weakly, its embers barely holding on. The light was insufficient, more for warmth than visibility, and the shadows cast by the low fire made the room feel smaller than it was.

Shelves crammed with potions, poisons, and the raw ingredients of both loomed around her. The bottles were meticulously labeled in Viago’s neat, angular handwriting, and though she knew there was an order to it all, the system remained a mystery. Like many fledglings before her, Gwynn had spent long nights pondering the riddle. Her best guess was a cipher, but she had no intention of asking Viago about his favorite book or an old love letter to confirm it. Some things were better left unsaid.

Behind her, Viago stepped into the room, the door shutting with a soft click. The sound seemed louder than it should have been.

He moved purposefully, turning the chair by the desk, the only table in the room, its surface cluttered with vials, burners, alembics, and a neat stack of labeled notebooks. With a faint scrape, he set a small stool in front of the chair, the one he used to reach the higher shelves.

"Sit," he said, his voice left no room for negotiation. He gestured to the chair. "And roll up your sleeve. Left arm. To the elbow."

Gwynn hesitated. She stood motionless in the center of the room, her hands curling into fists at her sides. The silence pressed in on her as she drew a deep breath, steeling herself. There were no pleasant memories here, there never would be. But the sooner they started, the sooner it would be over.

Finally, she moved, sliding into the chair and rolling up her sleeve. The cool air brushed against her skin, raising goosebumps. Viago, unfazed by her reluctance, was already moving about the room.

He crossed to the shelves with precise, practiced motions, selecting a small scalpel from the knife rack. A collection of hourglasses of varying sizes waited on the edge of the table, their glassy surfaces gleaming faintly in the firelight. He placed them carefully within reach before pulling down two vials from a shelf: one filled with a milky white liquid, the other slightly hazy.

The soft clink of glass against the table broke the silence as he set them down. Gwynn’s heart thudded in her chest, but she kept her face still, her breathing even. She knew better than to let her nerves show here.

One of the smaller hourglasses had already been turned, its sand cascading in a lazy spiral. The faint hiss of the grains marked the passage of time. Viago sat down on the stool in front of her, reaching for one of his well-worn notebooks. With a piece of charcoal in hand, he jotted down a few quick notes as the last grains fell, the sound of the charcoal scratching softly in the stillness.

When the sand ran out, he flipped the hourglass without hesitation, watching intently as the process repeated. Another series of marks filled the notebook. His movements were practiced, mechanical. Gwynn’s eyes flitted between the hourglass and his hand, her curiosity quietly bubbling to the surface. The steady rhythm of his work, combined with the solemn quiet of the room, felt both hypnotic and oppressive. Viago really was in his element here and whatever his intents, Gwynn knew a master of his trade when she saw one.

Perhaps it was her lingering gaze or the familiarity forged through countless hours in this room, but Viago noticed. When he finally looked up from his notes, his eyes met hers, and he offered an explanation unprompted.

“I need a baseline of your vitals,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “Breathing, heart rate...”

As he spoke, his gloved fingers encircled her wrist with clinical precision, pressing firmly against the pulse point. His touch was cool, the leather a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. The hourglass was turned again, the sand flowing smoothly into the lower chamber. He kept his eyes fixed on the glass, his movements deliberate and measured.

For a moment, Gwynn’s heart seemed louder than the hourglass itself, each beat thudding in her chest as if trying to escape his scrutiny. But Viago remained detached, focused, as though nothing in the world existed beyond the falling sand and the faint rhythm beneath his fingers.

“What’s this one supposed to do?” Gwynn finally asked, her voice breaking the silence just as the last grain of sand slipped through the hourglass.

“Incapacitate. But not kill.” Viago’s tone was calm, almost clinical, as he uncorked the vial of milky liquid. The sharp tang of its contents joined the cocktail of smells in the room. With his left hand, he pressed her arm flat against the table, reaching for the scalpel with his right.

“It’s designed to induce panic,” he continued. “Overwhelm the target. Make them feel like death is creeping closer. That kind of fear loosens lips. Makes them spill secrets.”

The scalpel gleamed as he held it to the soft skin near the crook of her elbow. The blade was steady in his hands, far steadier than her racing heart. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Ready?”

“You have the antidote, right?” Her voice wavered despite her efforts to sound composed.

“Have I ever let you down, Gwynn?”

“Everything has a first time...”

He didn’t reply. The blade pressed down, slicing a clean line through her skin. A sharp sting bloomed as a bead of blood welled up. Viago worked swiftly, turning to the vial. He let a single drop of the milky liquid fall onto the wound.

Gwynn hissed sharply as the poison seeped in. The pain was immediate, sharp, and fiery. “Is it supposed to burn like this?”

Viago didn’t answer. Instead, he turned two hourglasses at once, their sands beginning a synchronized countdown. His left hand returned to her wrist, his fingers firm against her pulse, and his eyes stayed locked on her—not with concern, but with unshakable focus.

The burning in her arm spread quickly, radiating out like wildfire. It seeped into her chest, her limbs, until her entire body ached as if it had been lit from within. Her breathing quickened, ragged and shallow. Instinct took over, and she started to pull her arm away, but his grip was unyielding.

“Fuck, Vi—” she gasped, her words hitching as the pain surged. “My heart... Are you sure this won’t kill me?”

“Your heart’s fast, but steady,” he said, his voice calm despite her panic. “It’s still beating, Gwynn. Take a deep breath.”

Viago’s charcoal scratched across the page in precise strokes, his notes growing longer as he worked. His focus never wavered, moving between her pulse, the hourglasses, and the faint sheen of sweat forming on her brow. Each detail seemed to matter to him, though he said nothing for a long while.

The silence stretched, broken only by the steady hiss of falling sand and Gwynn’s ragged breathing. He adjusted his grip on her wrist, his gloved fingers shifting slightly as though recalibrating. “Pulse is still strong,” he murmured, almost to himself, his tone clinical. “Faster than before, but steady. Good. That’s good.”

The burning in Gwynn’s arm had spread to her chest, and she clenched her jaw to suppress a groan. Her vision blurred at the edges, dark shadows creeping in with each uneven breath. “Viago,” she gasped, “I... I can’t— my heart..”

“You can,” he interrupted. He tilted his head toward the hourglass. “You’re still well within safe limits. Your heart’s working harder, but it’s not failing.”

Her free hand gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. “It doesn’t feel safe,” she ground out.

“I know,” he replied, his voice maddeningly even. He reached for her wrist again, pressing his thumb against the pulse point while his eyes flicked back to the hourglass. The sand was running low. “You’re breathing shallow. Deep breaths, Gwynn.”

She tried, forcing herself to inhale deeply, but it felt like dragging air through fire. “It’s—too much,” she wheezed, her chest rising and falling in uneven jerks.

Viago’s gaze narrowed, his hand moving from her wrist to the base of her throat. His fingers rested there lightly, feeling the rapid thrum of her pulse beneath her skin. “Still consistent,” he muttered, turning the hourglass again. He leaned back, his sharp eyes darting over her face, her trembling limbs, the tension in her jaw. “Adrenaline’s spiking. No arrhythmias. You’re not crashing, Gwynn. Keep breathing.”

His detached tone should have been infuriating, but it was oddly grounding. She focused on the methodical way he turned the hourglasses, the practiced ease with which he made his notes. His presence, though cold and analytical, was unshakable.

“Burning subsiding?” he asked, his gaze flicking back to her.

“No,” she hissed. “It’s—getting worse. Vi, my chest—”

“I’m monitoring it,” he said, his tone sharper now. His hand returned to her wrist, holding her steady as she tried to pull away. “Your heart rate’s up, but it’s still strong. You’re not going to die.”

“How can you be so sure?” she snapped, tears stinging her eyes.

“I’m holding your pulse,” he said simply, his eyes meeting hers. “I’d know.”

The burning began to creep into her throat, and her breathing quickened again. “Viago, I swear—”

“Listen to me.” His tone was suddenly commanding, cutting through the fog of her panic. “You’re feeling the poison’s effects exactly as intended. It’s meant to mimic the symptoms of dying—tight chest, rapid pulse, burning in the veins. But it’s not killing you. Your vitals are telling me that your body is handling it. Focus on my voice. Breathe with me.”

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and she tried to mimic him, though her breath hitched midway. His fingers remained firm on her wrist, anchoring her. “That’s better,” he said quietly.

The minutes dragged on, and she lost track of how many times the hourglass had been turned. Each time it emptied, he recorded something new, his notes growing denser with every pass. He shifted her wrist slightly, checking the veins along her forearm, and pressed his free hand to her clammy forehead.

“You’re peaking now,” he said after a moment. “The burning will start to ease soon. Keep breathing, Gwynn. You’re doing fine.”

Her limbs trembled, but the fire in her veins finally began to flicker and fade, leaving behind a heavy ache. She sagged in the chair, her head tilting back as she gulped in air. Viago’s hand lingered on her wrist, his thumb brushing over her pulse as if confirming its consistency one last time.

“It’s passing,” he said, his voice softer now. “Your vitals are stabilizing.”

She blinked up at him, exhausted. “You were watching me like a damn lab rat,” she muttered, though her voice lacked venom.

“I was keeping you alive,” he countered, his expression unreadable. “If I didn’t track every detail, I wouldn’t know how far I could push the dose. Or you.”

“Push me? I felt like I was dying, Viago.”

“And you didn’t,” he replied, his eyes locking on hers. “That’s what matters.”

Her breath hitched, and she shook her head faintly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re resilient,” he said, turning to his notebook to scrawl one last note, before closing it. “We’re done for today.”

That was her cue to leave. This time, she practically fled the room, slamming the door closed on her way out.

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Davrin’s gaze shifted between Lucanis and Rook as the story concluded. Rook stared into the fire, her face illuminated by its flickering glow. Whatever memories the tale had stirred, she seemed lost in them now.

“I can’t believe you’d call the Crows normal,” Davrin finally said, his voice sharp with incredulity. “You two do realize none of this is normal, right?”

Lucanis set the vials back down, his fingers lingering on the wax seals. He’d need a word with Viago when he returned. The older man had always preached reforming the Crows, making them something more than tools. But now? Learning this—knowing Viago had counted Rook -Gwynn-among his closest confidants, it painted a darker picture. Lucanis had spoken of a cruel childhood to the others, but Rook’s? Rook’s had been worse.

“That’s rich coming from a Grey Warden,” She muttered.

Davrin’s response came swift and sharp. “We drink from the poisoned chalice once, Rook. After that, my sergeant didn’t keep poisoning me to prove I deserved my place.” He tossed his cleaning rag aside and pushed back from the table, rising abruptly. “I need a minute to process this.”

Bellara, who had been unusually quiet, jumped up as if startled. “I’ll… I’ll get started on dinner.” Her voice was bright but forced, and she darted from the room before anyone could reply.

That left only Rook and Lucanis at the table. The silence between them stretched, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire.

“I— I didn’t know,” Lucanis began, his voice low. “If—”

Rook cut him off, her tone sharp. “If what, Lucanis? If you’d known, then what?” She leaned forward, her blue eyes boring into his. “What would you have done? Grandson of the First Talon or not, you’d have had no right to challenge another Talon. No say in how he governed his House, or how he used his Crows.”

Lucanis opened his mouth to argue but found no words.

Rook leaned back, exhaling a long sigh as she raked a hand through her hair. Her voice softened, though the weight of her words remained. “But it’s done now. And… in his way, Viago did it out of care.”

Her gaze drifted back to the fire, her features shadowed by the glow. The faintest trace of a bitter smile crossed her lips. “His way. Always his way.”