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Angels

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Don't BE Afraid

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Doctor Geoff Ernstmann WIP

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doctor

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Uriel

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Quick art

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the wrath of the lamb

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When I draw Delenn, I always remember that initially she was the top queer character.

Did you know that according to the idea, Delenn was supposed to be a man before the chrysalis?

And then change not only her appearance, but her gender, and then give birth to a son?

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I am Grey. I stand between the candle and the star. We are Grey. We stand between the darkness and the light.

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I thinking about remake those costumes

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New chibi acryl

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— BLEACH girls: The High School Warfare 👊💥

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Haloween!

Dark gothic redhair witch for Halloween! Witch is me Photo by  key_to_emerald_city (inst)

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KurotsuchiWeek2025 Day 1: Gadgets and body modifications/ Medicine for the brain

The Captain needs some help. Or does he?

It wasn't often you were called into the lab after hours, usually mostly for clean up duty and preparation for the following day. You were sure you left the lab spotless before clocking out, making the prospect of a sudden summons even more daunting for you.

It could have been something as simple as Akon had extra paperwork but on the other hand this could have been a summons from Captain Kurotsuchi himself, a thought that shook you more then the growing uncertainty plaguing your soul.

The halls were still and empty, steps echoing. The only light from the oil lamps on the walls, probably lit when work let out. Captain Kurotsuchi didn't really like the lights on in the evenings, preffering to have all electrical supplies at his command for his more private and sometimes outrageous experiments.

A faint smell of iron filled the air, coming from a nearby slightly more lighter room accompanied by slight noises of discomfort and frustration.

You thought it best to knock in case the matter beyond the sterile metal door was a private affair, giving three taps before waiting for any kind of signal.

There was but a silence more deafening then before, knocking another three times to further alert the person inside.

"Dont just stand there knocking! I asked Akon to call you so get in here!"

You knew that voice, very well in fact but this time there was an edge of urgency. Captain Kurotsuchi wasn't someone who liked things rushed. He could be impatient yes but he would rather a job took hours and well done then a shoddy one finished in mere moments.

This was unlike him, the chill down your spine akin to someone throwing dry ice onto your bare skin. Unpleasant and made you want to run.

Regardless of your feelings a summon was a summon, fearing what the Captain may do to you if you didn't comply you step inside to a truly fascinating and rather shocking sight.

Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi sat in his plush work chair, now covered in small patches of blood. It was almost like the blood had formed a patten below him, swirling by his feet.

The source was his extendo arm, laid in pieces possibly from a malfunction across half of the room. A truly morbidly beautiful sight.

From the near darkness you see two strikingly golden eyes, shining ever so slightly. They never once broke from the direction in which you stood, body shaking from uncertainty and fear.

Your heart was pounding, almost strong enough to break through it's bony cage. What rattled you more wasn't the blood, nor the sight ahead. No. It was that those eyes were so normal, no signs of pain and no worry. Your Captain was calm, even as he was bleeding out.

"Well? Come closer"

You take a few cautious steps, landing right beside the twitching white painted hand on the floor, it wrapped up tightly in wires like a snake capturing it's pray within it's coils.

"As you can see I'm in a rather let's say...unpleasant situation. I need assistance to reconnect the circuitry and reassemble my arm into a more acceptable state"

You take a breath so deep one would think you were storing air for an emergency.

"Yes sir..."

No sooner had those words left your lips you feel a tight grasp on your ankle, causing your voice to bellow around the room and echoing down the halls.

A sinister chuckle soon accompanied the screams, sounding like some sort of insane symphony, two sounds that were dancing in a delightful harmony despite being so fundamentally different.

"My goodness. It would appear all my nerves still work. What a delightful discovery"

You grasp your chest, trying to get your breath back and feeling a little faint as you did so. Your head felt light, taking a couple stumbling steps away from the hand which now tapped it's fingers on the prestinely clean marble floors.

There was a faint smell in the room. You couldn't make it out.

Through the ever so slight blur of your vision you could see Captain Kurotsuchi write something with his intact hand. He wasn't looking at his notebook, still staring directly at you as his hand worked freely seemingly disconnected from his mind and you didn't doubt it giving the nature of Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

The scribbling comes to a halt, Mayuri beckoning you with his fingers.

"If you can come closer. As I said before I require assistance"

Continuing onward with slightly clearer vision you assess the situation at hand.

"It looks like one of the wires connected to the nerves between your arm and elbow has been damaged sir"

Looking up you find yourself met with a golden smile, large and unnatural with corners curled into a very slight smirk.

"Excellent work"

You nod in thanks to acknowledge his compliment, heart pounding as you waited for further instructions.

"Listen very carefully to my instructions and follow them to the letter..Or else"

You quickly comply , crouching to your knees onto the freezing floor, following every order that came your way.

Pulling wires.

Fixing up vains.

Muscle testing and circuit replacement.

You did all these things and more, covering your once spotless uniform a deep crimson. You wondered if this is what it would look like to bathe in the reaper's river, the one they say connects life and death. If such a thing existed. Would your clothes stain the same?

Your mind was wandering and your thoughts felt disconnected and distracted, a dangerous thing to do given your tasks and who was inches from you. You could feel his hot breath as he breathed deeply, still writing all the while.

In a moment of clarity you had noticed one of the damaged wires looked purposely cut but you didn't dare to question as to why, figuring your body would be found strapped to the cold metal table come morning if you did.

You are snapped from every single thought by a small sickle falling down next to you and looking mostly made of muscle.

"Oh do carry on. I sometimes need to air this out"

It was coming from his ear guard, meaning that it was inside his...

The idea was almost enough to invoke a sickness upon you from thin air, much like an invisible parasite or toxin yet still you focused on your task, ignoring when you were taunted by the grotesque blade.

It kept being kicked in your direction, forcing you to look at it, a gleaming cheshire smile beaming down upon you like the goddess of the sun.

The longer the job went on the more you felt like your mind was wandering, empty of all thoughts and by the time you soldered the last bolt into place you felt much an empty shell, unable to think clearly.

The room had a purple hue now, faint and smelling of flora. You swear it wasn't like that when you came in but in your delirious state your mind was deceptive and unreliable at best. You watch your Captain finish his note taking through tired eyes.

"Good work. You may now leave"

You try to bow but end up stumbling, the arm once laid in pieces retracting back to its master as you walked in an almost drunk fashion to the door.

"Oh my I almost forgot!"

You feel a sharp sudden stinging in your arm, the sickle grabbing your flesh. You pull it out in instinct, air sharply passing your teeth. Suddenly you felt more awake then you ever had, almost euphoric and calm but before you could utter a word of question or a simple thanks you were quickly dismissed, a flick of the wrist signalling you had served your purpose. With a now more proper and dignified bow you leave the lab's and indeed whatever just happened behind. You wouldn't dwell, not wanting to be curious enough to ask the Captain what had indeed transpired. Sleep seemed appropriate.

When asked about your evening in the lab you couldn't recall a single detail of it, coming up with blank thoughts every single time. You assumed it was probably another cleaning job, sitting down to read the new issue of the bulletin.

The headline piqued your interest, turning immediately to the page listed under.

Effects of excessive stimulus and altered states.

By Mayuri Kurotsuchi