#BioChem Husband

[rapturemctro]

Oops All Atlas!~

Managed to get an absolutely ADORABLE commission from @buffbele of these two doofuses! She did such an amazing job!! <3 <3 <3

[bi-writes]

ex-tf141!mercenary!fem!reader x ex-husband!simon because there's nothing hotter than being covered in blood and debating whether or not to kill him or fuck him (18+) ⚠️🔞

cw: reader is curvy (deal with it), mature language and content, suggestive language and content, dramatization + graphic depictions of murder + violence, criticizes military service, blood kink, size kink (simon's huge ok), pet names (luv, sweetheart, baby, honey), mw3 spoilers, reader is unhinged and unapologetic about it, dark content ahead, unprotected piv, cumplay, (can this also be considered a throuple fic? maybe...)

this isn't her. he doesn't recognize her. she doesn't fight the way he remembers, she doesn't look like she used to.

she wears all black. the black cargo pants are tight around her perfect thighs, and the way they cinch around her waist makes his mouth water. her vest covers her torso, but he has vivid memories of ripping an identical one off of her, ripping the fabric of her shirt so he could bury his mouth between her tits.

when she used to be his. when she used to be a good girl.

he watches, frozen, as she shows off her newfound ruthlessness. she fires her weapon at one man's knees, bringing him to the ground. he feels sick when she kicks him onto his back, getting on top of him, and uses her tactical knife and shoves it into the softness of his neck. she leans over him, splatters of blood freckled across her face, and she watches the life leave his eyes.

she doesn't get up until he stops twitching.

he doesn't remember this. when she used to watch his six, he remembers having to hold her close at night, quieting her cries. he remembers the conversations they used to have, where she used to tell him that whenever she closes her eyes, she sees every person she ever killed.

the justification of murder behind the patches she wore on her vest had never been enough to quiet her nightmares. she was always so soft-hearted. she was always too good, too considerate, too kind. it was something her superiors always wanted to rip away from her; it was something simon fought hard to keep.

he had lost his humanity, but she had not, and he remembers smoothing his hand over her chest and across her heart, telling himself that he would never let it go, never let her lose it.

it is gone. he knows it--he knows it because she doesn't just kill her opponents, she tortures them. she aims for vulnerable places, and then she kills them angrily. she likes to hear them scream. she watches them cry. she wipes the blood of her enemies on her thigh, and then she gets up and does it all over again, in different ways, in heinous ways. she's terrifying, and she's laughing, and there is nothing behind those fucking eyes.

he holds her in his sight. he adjusts the scope, gripping the rifle tighter, and suddenly it feels too heavy in his hands. he can see her in it, and he watches in horror.

he knows his orders. permission to kill on sight, those are his orders--mercenaries had gotten the same intel as them, but they are not here to destroy the biochemical weapons. they are here to steal them.

he can kill her right now. he has her, right where he wants her, and even from this far away, he knows he won't miss.

when she's finally alone, she stands, and she looks up, turning in a slow circle. his heart squeezes--she knows he's here. she holds up a hand, four fingers held up. he reaches up to his radio and turns the knob to the right channel. it crackles, and then he hears her voice.

"hey, baby," you coo, and he sees you smile, and it's ugly, and he hates it. "you miss me that much that you gotta follow me around at work?"

"'f y'know wot's good for you, you'll pack up your shit and leave."

you tsk, spinning the knife around in your hand before sticking it back into your boot. you wipe the sweat from your forehead, and blood smears along your brow.

"awww, teddy bear, don't be that way," you pout. "how about you come down here?" you grin wide, turning just his way, giggling when you see him perched for overwatch. "hmm? you're just cranky, baby...need me to help you relax..."

"you're right fuckin' mad," he spits, and you reach down at the man beneath you, snatching his rifle off his back and making sure it's loaded. "and i'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

you wink up at him.

"yeah? so take the shot, honey," you challenge. the smirk that blooms on your face infuriates him. he hates you. but then you turn around and keep walking, knowing that he won't shoot, and his gaze follows the sway of your hips. instead of thinking about your brains splattered against gravel, he thinks about when he used to bend you over his bed in the barracks and eat your pussy from behind you--when he used to get on his knees and fuck you with his tongue and make you cum into his mouth.

when you disappear from his view, you laugh over comms. "you're pathetic, simon," your murmur. "could never trust you to get the fucking job done."

he remembers when you left. johnny had left a scar on you--an angry one, one that refused to heal. and while simon was equally as buried in his grief, he always felt just a little better when he was kissing you, holding you, feeling the warmth of you, knowing you were alive.

"you didn't love him. not like i did--" you snap, continuing to pack.

"are you fuckin' mad?! do y'hear yourself talk?! wot the fuck do you know about me and johnny?!"

"then how are you not angry?!" you scream. "how are still standing there, so fucking normal, how are you so fucking calm?!"

"sweetheart--"

"don't fucking touch me," you bite. "you don't get it--" angry tears flow easily down your face. "--you didn't love him the same."

"i did--" he grips your face, making you look at him. "i loved him like i love you, don't say that. don't fucking say that, don't you dare pretend you're the only one that feels anything--"

you rip his hands off of you, narrowing your eyes, and he does not recognize you. this is not you.

"y-you're a liar," you whisper. "you're a fucking liar. and you make me sick."

ghost steps over the bodies that you left behind. it is a massacre of men that you leave at your feet. slit throats, bullets in knees, in stomachs, little finishers you leave between their legs. you are not a fan of men--he knows this because of how hard it had been to get close to you. how difficult it had been to even so much as touch your arm, your face--to get you into his bed, to marry you in secret and fuck you spineless. the only easy thing that had ever happened to you was the way johnny fell right into step with you.

and the hardest thing that he had ever done was fucking die.

when he finds the trunk of biochemical vials, you are not there. he has found it first, and he bends down to inspect them, closing the lid and securing them inside before moving his hand up to press on the button of his comms to alert his team.

"uh uh uh," a low voice warns. "take your hand off the radio, sweetheart."

he moves, but the bloodied tip of a tactical knife is sharp against his throat, and he swallows hard. he calls your name, and you just giggle. this is a game to you. he lowers his hand, and you reach down, grabbing his rifle and tossing it. you also unholstered his handgun and the throwing knives from his boot, throwing them behind you.

"mmm..." you smooth a hand down his back. "you're as hot as the day i met you, baby..."

ghost grunts as you grip one side of his ass, and you grip his shoulder tight, kicking him just right so he was kneeling on both knees now. you lean over him and plant a warm, wet kiss to the jaw of his mask, moving so you were standing in front of him now. you kick the trunk of vials to the side, looking down at him, digging the sharp edge of the blade harder against his neck.

"look at you..." you hum, licking your bottom lip. "you're still so big, teddy bear..." he hisses when you lean over, cupping him through his pants. your warm hand squeeze the length of him, and you whine when you feel how hard he is, how much he still feels for you. he glares at you under that plastic, terrifying mask, but your panties are soaking. "so fucking hard for me, too...you miss me, baby?"

he leans over, into the blade, growling.

"'f you leave now, you can still take your life with ya."

you pucker your lips, and he snarls. your face is not one he knows--you have drying blood along your cheeks, smears of it along the softness of your neck. you have blood and dirt under your fingernails, and there is fire in your eyes, and you are not the good girl he fell in love with, but you look like her, and it scares him.

"awww, baby, if i thought you would kill me, you would be dead--" you lean forward and lick along his hard jaw, tasting the salt and sweat of his mask. "...right along your other boys. don't lie to me. it's not a good look for you."

he bites, and you laugh, and then you nod your head.

"sit down," you demand, and he sits. he is big, and his gear is heavy, and he sits with a grunt, and you climb over him, into his lap. you reach down, your eyes on his, and you unzip his cargo pants, your hand slipping under and pulling his cock out, and you smile when it stands hard and heavy. "oh, baby...you want this, don't you?"

you lean in, kissing him through the mask, sucking along the fabric and whining.

"you want this, don't you? you still want me? you still love me?"

"fuckin' hell--"

"you wanna fuck me, teddy bear?" you spit into the palm of your hand, reaching down and smoothing your wet hand over the red tip of him. "you're so big...as big as i remember..." you whimper. "say you wanna fuck me, simon--" fuck, you're using his name, "--say you want me."

against your lips, you feel him whisper yes--fuck--yes, luv--and you can't help it. you can't help yourself.

he's so warm and big. you hold onto his shoulders, still gripping the bloody knife, and you sink down on him. it's easy though, because you're soaking, and even though you're so fucking tight, you suck him in, right until your clit is grinding against the little hairs at the base of his cock and you're bouncing in his lap.

simon is weak. he's weak, and he knows it, because he loves you, and your pussy is so tight, and your moans are music, and fucking you is the only thing he truly understands, the only thing that still makes sense.

you smooth your hands along the back of his neck, and when you whimper and moan, simon thinks he sees you. his good girl, his pretty little wife, the soft girl that he loves, the one crying as she rides his cock because he's hitting all the gooey, pretty places inside of her that make her so fucking wet. he grips your ass tight, guiding you up and down, fucking up into you as he feels his stomach turn and his balls tighten.

"simon--" you cry, and he nods his head, cradling you to his chest, his head tilted back as he looks up at you. there is blood on your skin and a knife digging into his back, but you're saying his name, and his heart aches, and your pussy is so good-- "gonna come--gonna come--"

"yeah--" he growls, and you push up his mask, lick into his mouth, kiss him sloppy and hard and desperate. "fuck--fuck, yeah--"

he takes off his glove to touch you, two big fingers on your clit as you fuck him desperately. when you come, you soak his cock, and when you tighten, he comes, too, rolling his hips as he spills out of your tight hole and onto your thighs, onto his.

it feels so good. it feels so good to be full of him, to feel him deep, and you smooth your hands down your stomach, feeling him there, stretching you so wide with his come on your thighs, and when he pulls out, you giggle when he gathers the slick onto his fingers and feeds it to you.

you suck his fingers, tasting him, and you whine, looking right into his dark eyes. your heart hurts for a moment--but only a moment. when he pulls his fingers from your mouth, your eyes flicker.

because he still wears his fucking wedding ring.

at the sight of it, you grip your knife tight, and you sink it right into his stomach.

he is laying there in a pool of blood when you're dressed, when the trunk of vials is secure for you to take. you lean over him, pressing on the button of his radio, and you call for medevac to his team, and then you rip the radio in two.

you cup his cheeks, kissing him softly over the mask, and you smooth a finger down his cheek.

"don't pull the knife out, baby, or you'll bleed out," you coo. you tilt your head to the side, knowing you only have a few second window to leave, and you smile down at him.

"until next time, simon."

when you go, you take a piece of him with you.

and fuck--fuck you. because he wants it back.

[kyber-crystal]

Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

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biochem major!reader x literature major!anakin

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[amypihcs]

POST EXAM SKETCHDUMP! Part 4? 5? Boh

Hello! Finally passed my biochemical implants exam and so here are the sketches that i made instead of following the lessons properly!

All cells, all living beings need nutrients! And apparently also consulting detectives!

Consultive detectives who forget to eat are also usually very very cold! Yes, i totally ignored the measure units so yes, there's the joke with the absolute temperature scale. I love Kelvin degrees!

And you can bloody bet that Mrs Hudson knows of the following physical principle.

The system known as 221b baker street is CERTAINLY a system with high entropy.

But this will not stop Watson from bugging his partner until he remembers to eat.

If you're asking it to yourself, yes. You know my attention is OUT when i start sketching.

OR i start thinking to Granada Holmes as we are actually talking of filter fouling. Yep. Focus is down, hunger is up, not my fault, damnit, it was lunchtime!

But i suppose Holmes CAN try to get the sparkles away from sparkling water ( @tyrannosaurusnacks, @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end this sketch is for you <3).

Also yes, i'm ace, but YES, i have a dirty mind

I MEAN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP SERIOUS??!

Well, back to the boys.

Batch reactors stop working when the nutrients we inoculated end. Consultive detectives do too.

And they also tend to make their husband laugh with dad jokes.

Because yes, i can't focus when i'm bored or tired AND i constantly think to them. This is of course from granada blue carbuncle!

AND I'M SO HAPPY I PASSED THIS GODDAMNED EXAM! Another one overmorrow and then in july! YES!

[eyeofelysia]

MY FIRST SHORT COMIC STRIP

What else could say "I love you" better than handing your idiot-husband an eye-shield to check on him every now and then to make sure he's still alive and not rotting somewhere in the middle of nowhere~

"Idiot-Husband" is something I've been having ideas for for years now - to be precise since the release of Heart of Thorns - but never dared to nail down any of them 'cause I thought I wasn't good enough.

And I'm still not good at it - but I don't care so much about my skill anymore.

Lukka (my holosmith) and Lairen (@gonrhyn 's ranger and owner of Wastebin - a reef dragon brood mother) are the perfect couple - they argue about everything, insult each others inventions and hate sharing a laboratory. Yet you better not dare to cast aspersions on any of them or you'll feel the wrath of the inquest's new leader or his wife and head researcher for biochemical weapons.

Should I ever be in the mood for it I might screentone everything or even color the whole thing.

[thelogicalghost]

okay someone needs to fucking explain Fallout worldbuilding to me

OKAY SO

I'm a writer and my friends and I get maybe a little obsessed with worldbuilding. Like, famously had a three hour heated argument over theoretical Chinese empirical expansion, obsessed. So I tend to think a lot about worldbuilding when I interact with fiction.

I never played the Fallout games as a kid, I know, sue me, but there was cultural osmosis cause I'm still a video game nerd who hangs out with other video game nerds. So I understood that Fallout takes place in a post-nuclear-MAD world with a 50's aesthetic. You get some scifi elements but it's all that old "classic" scifi stuff like robot butlers.

I assumed, therefore, that the Fallout series takes place in an alternate universe where the Cold War went hot. At the most, maybe it was, like 1975? And the people who designed the Vault stuff were just Old and liked The Good Old Days.

So I was watching the new TV show with my husband when he says, casually, that in Fallout, the nuclear apocalypse happened in 2070.

2070!?!?!?!?!?!?????????

According to the Fallout universe, technology just ... went in a different direction after the Space Race, with little to no improvement in communications (so no cable TV or fax machines or internet) but had other big developments, like putting a colony on the Moon, and a lot of biomedical research, and robots with varying levels of AI.

This is absolutely bonkers.

But imo what's worse is the idea that culture either completely stagnated for over a century, or we hit a period of regression/nostalgia so hard it was virtually indistinguishable from that earlier time.

I'm sorry, but Fallout writers, what the actual fuck?!?

Let me list some of the immediately problems I see with this:

If you're saying all the scientists on earth focused entirely on robotics and medical technology, that STILL. DOES NOT. COVER. 120 YEARS. OF DEVELOPMENT. Especially in a modern fictional context!!!

Technological advancements drive cultural change, which drives technology. Even if we didn't get smartphones, there were changes, and even the most heavily nostalgic conservatives are not going to be the same now as they were 120 years ago. They might be worse, but still, they're going to be different.

Not to mention the culture that built the Vaults is one that's been living in a state of perpetual Cold War for multiple generations. They may be nostalgic for post-WWII picket fences, but that wistfulness is going to feel incredibly different than the relentless optimism that's at the core of the 1950's aesthetic.

This is also absolutely the wrong time period to pick if you're arbitrarily going to decide modern communication methods were never invented. The Cold War was a critical factor in the need for improved security of classified communication, as well as the quality and accessibility of propaganda. IMO a USA that never left the Cold War would have building-sized TV screen billboard ads before the personal home computer.

(funny enough the boom for chemical and biochemical science was already over at this point. There's a saying that WWI was the Chemists' War, and WWII was the Physicists' War, and that's very reflective of where innovators were looking, where funding was going, and thus, what technologies were being developed.)

The weirdest thing about all of this to me is that this is so atypical of all the genres Fallout is leaning on. The 1940's scifi aesthetic at the core of this concept is optimistic exactly because it came before the existential dread of the Cold War; it was that dread, in part, that punctured the post-war dream. Steampunk settings sometimes leap forward a century or two without technological advancement, but the cultural setting of Victorian England is very different and it's plausible that if ideas of the era like "aether" had been proven true, technology would have developed very differently. Then newer genres like Cyberpunk, the ones that came during and after the Cold War, almost always demonstrate how cultures have influenced each other, because the authors of the developing scifi genre had started to realize the future would be shaped by more than just ray guns and spaceships.

So yeah, it absolutely boggles my mind that this is a choice the Fallout writers made and have stuck to faithfully.

[clicheantagonist]

WiP Wednesday

(extremely late, like at least half a year lmao oops)

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From Feel Good Drag ('The Boys' AU)

It feels like filler but I promise its not. I needed to post this before the bits I really wanna delve into for plot reasons.

"Can't bribe me with money, can't shower me with shame. Another killer from a broken home, until you come on me with manic fame. You wanna know about it? Well I'ma be fucking with you every time. Story broken, you're behind. Yeah, when you ask about it? You can rest assured I'll give you my best side. Seems we all have friends to find.” - Avenged Sevenfold, “Natural Born Killer”

“So, I’m sensing you’re havin’ some doubts. About me.” Alex decides to just say it, if she lets him sit and stew in his own thoughts that might lead to paranoia, and that may not be good for her. She’s noticed Butcher’s gotten quieter, and she’s caught him looking at her like she’s a puzzle to be solved, like she’s not what she seems.

‘Fair play to him, really. His instincts are very good.’

“That right?” Butcher asks, looking up and tipping his head against the wall, watching her from the opposite side of the room. Alex snorts an amused note and rolls her eyes.

“What’s on your mind? Think I’m workin for the other team?” Alex asks, unfolding her legs from underneath her and stretching, leaning back on her hands in the second bed. Alex was not about to live like someone on the run, so she didn’t really mind putting them up somewhere hospitable.

“D’you trust easy?” He asks her bluntly, and her lips twist up in a lopsided smirk.

“Oh God, no. But my inquiring mind wants to know. Maybe I can dispel some of your fears?” Alex offers, knowing if they have any chance at all of dethroning Homelander and Vought, they need to be on the same page and able to trust each other enough to not be preoccupied thinking about a betrayal. Alex is keenly aware of the dangers that come with seeds of distrust.

Butcher scoffs.

“Yer a ghost, love.” He tells her empathetically, as if trying to drive the point home with that single vague sentence. Alex tips her chin and raises her brows, inviting him to elaborate.

‘Humor me.’

“All yer official documents say Alex Shepherd died a U.S. Marshall, back in ‘99. But tha legend of ‘er haunts tha biochemical unda’ground. And Alice Sterling’s too borin’ ta be tha real you. ‘ow on Earth can I trust ya?” Butcher asks her, tone well controlled as he casts her a look that says he knows she’s too smart not to understand where he’s coming from.

“You did your homework. Very thoroughly. I’m impressed.” Alex praises, genuinely taken aback that Butcher had managed to find enough about her to reach the correct conclusion so quickly. She and Wesker had crafted her alias(es) (and death) very well, but Alex is attached to her identity – it was just paperwork to her, erasing her trail.

“But all of that’s just proof of how good I am at what I do. And we know that’s why you reached out. You needed a proven professional.” Alex replies, expression relaxing into an easier little smile, resting her head on her right shoulder.

Butcher makes a grumbling noise that sounds annoyed – perhaps he’d say ‘chuffed’, in the negative sense – but he doesn’t seem angry. Alex finds his moods and their sudden shifts fascinating. He’s such a stark contrast to Wesker’s eerie controlled calm she’s so used to.

“However, if you’re as thorough as I think you are, you already know I’m very reliable – its hard to keep clients in my business if you fuck them over. I didn’t only do my husband’s dirty work.” Alex reminds knowingly; she is well aware of her reputation in her professional circles – she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t proud of her ability to juggle Wesker’s daunting/dangerous requests and her own independent clients during their busiest years.

Butcher watches her thoughtfully, his expression largely remaining the same, save for a few twitching muscles in his neck and jaw.

“Yer good at that.” Butcher tells her with a knowing little smile, pointing in her direction.

“And I wasn’t even trying.” Alex replies, taking a little joy in the situation – while counterproductive, a little naughty part of her always enjoys when she makes people nervous/wary/uncomfortable.

“You know more about me than I know about you; surely that’s somewhat comforting?” Alex adds, filling in Butcher’s silence.

“Ya ‘avent asked.” Butcher shrugs her off, leaning back against the wall.

“Would you be honest if I did?”

“Depends.” He shrugs.

Alex smiles – that answer, at least, was honest.

“I’m not gonna put you on the spot, don’t worry. People tend to get comfortable tellin’ me weird shit. You’ll let me know eventually.” Alex tells him, amused by the quick confused expression on Butcher’s face.

‘Occasionally, dear heart, all you can do is be patient. So you must be patient.’ Wesker’s voice reminds Alex, from some distant, private corner of her mind.

[br0-please]

Sorry I haven’t posted in ages. School has been keeping me busy.

I came on here just to share a thought.

Cause speaking of school Miguel really has a way of motivating my delulu ass to study.

“Oh Miguel look i’m so smart~ Mm science~ Ooo look i’m taking a genetics class please be my husband 💅🏻🤭🎀”

“If I get an A in biochem will you let me sit on it? 🤭✨💖”

Literally me so- Girl bye 💀

[celestie0]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

blog established: 1.15.24 ❤︎

general.

hello! i’m ellie, she/her, 24 yrs old (yes i have back pain), live in united states (west-coast represent). i studied bio/biochem in college n am a 1st year med student! cancer sun, scorpio rising & gemini moon (been told these placements are a massive red flag lol). i’m infp!

note on writing.

this is my first writing blog. i have wanted to create works after many years of reading them, and finally decided to try. i read a lot of contemporary romance in my free time. i’m more of a series/long fic writer, but i do enjoy writing concepts & one-shots as well!

note on jjk.

i started watching jjk with s2 as it was coming out because i saw an edit on tiktok and was intrigued. the animation is stunning & the characters are adorable. my fav characters are gojo, yuuji, and yuta (gojo, choso & toji are my husbands tho). i’m anime only! for now lol

things i like.

anime but i’ve only seen a select few (my favs are aot, vinland saga & jjk), taylor swift (evermore/folklore girlie til i die), baking & cooking, scrolling thru tiktok, avatar the last airbender (fav show ever), picnics w my friends, sweet treats, color pink, interacting w my readers

things i dislike.

deadlines, mean people, walking through malls, conflict, having a messy room, raw tomatoes, that feeling you get when you really need to sneeze but you can’t, meal prepping, really crowded places, period cramps, driving when it’s dark outside, ppl who hate cats

[rapturemctro]

Got some absolutely FANTASTIC commissions from @rose-trap-cafe that I have to show off because they're so stunning!!!

[atlas-likes-writing]

It's WIP Wednesday again!

Steadily getting back into my creativity so thought I would show a quick little fluffy snip-it.

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inosculate [ in-os-kyuh-leyt ]

(Verb)

1. To unite by openings.

2. To connect or join so as to become or make continuous, as fibers; blend.

3. To unite intimately.

"This biological oddity is actually possible, though somewhat rare, through inosculation which allows trees to self-graft and grow together."

"Inosculation is a natural phenomenon in which trunks, branches or roots of two trees grow together in a manner biologically similar to the artificial process of grafting."

"Such trees are often colloquially referred to as "husband and wife" trees, or "marriage trees". The straightforward application of the term comes from the obvious unification of two separate individual trees."

PhD number nine is in the works; this time concerning Biochemical Engineering. Ruan Mei, member #81 of the Genius Society, is the one who initially talked him into it, and who is Ratio to reject the suggestion of a genius as renowned as her? Besides, he already has degrees in both Biology and Engineering, so combining the two together is far from above his capabilities.

His students are currently silent in his classroom, hastily scribbling answers to questions or tapping pens nervously on desks for a test Ratio announced a week prior. He takes a break from reading Natural Phenomena in the Universe: the Encyclopedia every now again to scan over the focused faces of the pupils in front of him, before going back to his own revision.

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I was inspired by a tiktok sideshow explaining what inosculation was (as you do, of course) and loved the poetics of it. Whether this goes anywhere is entirely up to my energy levels lol

(Please do not repost. Reblogs etc. are much appreciated <3)

[vet-student]

Owner: here, we have this dog. Do some blood tests cause he's losing hair.

Me: okay, but did you have anything done to him before? Any blood tests, medicine, scrapings, anything? What are his symptoms, do you want a consult, too, or do you just want to have the tests done?

O: he got a flee tablet a while ago, nothing else. But let's check his thyroid.

M: *does CBC, biochem and UCCR, cort/crea is through the roof* so, it looks like his thyroid gland works just fine, but he might have Cushing's. we need to do this one more blood test and an ultrasound just to be sure

O: oh but we don't want any more tests can't we just treat him instead?

M: well that would be inadvisable, also just in case, if it's Cushing's, treatment would be xyz per month.

O:

Me:

O:

Me:

O: I'll talk to my husband and we'll let you know.

Fucking... I just can't sometimes. We're 🤏 this close to a proper diagnosis...

[shortansweet]

Biochem just went from toxic husband to ex husband biotech is my arranged marriage fiance rn

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 767

McCoy

“Lounge?” Keenser asked as they finished dinner. He turned to look at McCoy and Scotty after all the others had nodded or said no.

Scotty turned to look at McCoy questioningly.

“You go darlin’, I should probably finally get started on my application too.”

“You haven’t started?” Chekov asked in surprise.

McCoy shook his head. “I’ve had so much biochem lately…”

“I could—”

“No, no,” McCoy cut Scotty off. “Go spend time with everyone for a bit. I’m sure my application is going to be the worst in the bunch.” He smiled self-deprecatingly at his words.

“Yeah, doubtful,” Sulu said with an eyeroll.

“You all have had actual plans longer than me,” McCoy protested. “I only sorted out what I wanted to do this last summer. Pavel, how long have you wanted to join Starfleet?”

“Oh! Umm, since I was three,” Chekov answered in surprise.

“See?” McCoy said smugly.

“You’re a prince,” Jim argued. “They’ve probably never had one apply before.”

“They’ll snap you up before you can change your mind,” Sulu added.

“We’ll see,” McCoy said, trying to keep doubt and fear from entering his voice.

“Are you really sure?” Scotty asked again as they stopped by the boy’s dorm stairs.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I think I can fill in an application and write a short essay.”

“Ok,” Scotty said slowly. “I’ll be up soon though.”

“Ok leannan,” McCoy said and leaned in for a kiss, “I’ll see you soon.” He watched Scotty walk towards the lounge for a moment, then jogged up the stairs.

McCoy pushed back from his desk and sighed. He had filled in all the easy parts, the basic information about himself and now was staring at the essay question. Why did he want to join Starfleet?

His head tipped back and he looked at the ceiling, picturing the stars up above. Why did he want to join? He couldn't very well write ‘all my friends are doing it.’ He let out a snort. ‘My fiancé, soon to be husband, is joining too and I can’t bear to be apart from him’ wouldn’t cut it either.

McCoy gave a long sigh. He hated flying. He’d only slowly been becoming more used to it because Scotty was usually at his side. All the terrible things that could happen to a ship in space suddenly played in his mind and he shivered at the thoughts.

He couldn’t actually do it could he? Could he go through with applying and joining and spending his life flying through the stars? His stomach turned at the thought. McCoy breathed slowly and deeply until the feeling passed.

Scotty’s face, when they had parted at the airport in Aberdeen the past summer, floated up in his memories. The sadness his boyfriend had held in his eyes at that moment. McCoy remembered the awful lonely feeling of that flight home. If Scotty got into Starfleet and McCoy didn’t… he didn’t want to imagine the pain and loneliness.

The door opened then and Scotty walked in smiling.

“Mo ghràdh! How’s it coming?” Scotty closed the door behind himself, then moved to join McCoy.

“I’m stuck.”

“On what love?”

“Why I want to join,” McCoy admitted.

“Oh.” Scotty looked at him then frowned. “But that’s easy; ye want to help save lives across the galaxy.”

McCoy blinked.

“I guess… yeah… but I could be a doctor anywhere. Why Starfleet?”

“Cause ye can’t stand to be away from me?” Scotty grinned and moved closer.

“That’s true,” McCoy said, closing the gap between them for a kiss, “but I don’t think that’s what I’m supposed to write.”

“Curfew’s coming soon, so why don’t ye leave it for now and we can think about it more when we’re comfortable?” Scotty darted his eyes towards the bed then back to McCoy’s face.

“Ok,” McCoy nodded. He turned back to the application and saved his work.

He let Scotty pull him up from his chair into another slow kiss. Thoughts of Starfleet fled his mind as he focused on the warm body of his fiancé in front of him.

Part 768

Scotty

Scotty lay awake for some time, just staring at Leonard's sleeping face. He gently ran his fingers through his fiancé's hair and let out a small sigh.

To write the application for Starfleet had been hard for him, but he didn't even want to imagine how hard it was for Leonard. After all, the lad had never dreamed of joining the fleet. He had always thought that he'd become king of Georgiares. By now he knew that he wanted to be a doctor, but with his fear of flying and space, Starfleet didn't seem to be the right place for him.

Scotty swallowed hardly. Once again he couldn't help but ask himself if he was forcing Leonard into something he didn't want to. It had always been the Scotsman's dream to work up in space, but he couldn't stand the thought of being separated from his love.

A thought crossed his mind and Scotty smiled weakly.

Maybe he should apply to other places too? Universities, shipyards, etc? Just in case. If Leonard's fears overwhelmed him, then Scotty could just stay on solid ground with him. He... would give up his dream just to stay with Leonard.

When Scotty closed his eyes and snuggled closer to his fiancé, he knew that he had to do what was right. For both of them.

After lunch the next day, Scotty immediately left for their room. He knew that Leonard was meeting up with Christine to practice biochem once again, so he had all the time he needed.

His eyes flew across various websites as he searched for the best places he could imagine to apply at. Nothing was as good or perfect or fascinating as Starfleet, but that didn't matter. He only needed to find a place down on Earth or Georgiares. Someplace where both of them, Leonard and him, could study. Someplace where his love could become a doctor and he could become an engineer.

His heart was heavy as he started to write his first application. The words didn't come out quite as fast as he wanted them to and from time to time, he hesitated. No... he had to this. It was the right thing.

The Scotsman was completely lost in his writing when suddenly the door opened and he startled.

His head turned to the door and he stared at the person standing there.

"L-Len! H-hey."

Scotty quickly closed the open tabs and forced a smile onto his lips. Still, Leonard seemed to notice that something was wrong and he frowned.

"Hey. Everything okay?"

Scotty nodded hectically, trying to relax in his chair.

"A-aye, sure."

But Leonard didn't seem to believe him for he slowly walked over to Scotty and stared at the screen.

"What... were you doing?"

Scotty swallowed hardly, then sighed heavily as he opened the tabs again. In disbelief, Leonard's eyes flew across the screen.

"What-"

"I... was writing applications. For various places."

Leonard stared at him and sat down, confusion written all over his face. Scotty could feel his cheeks starting to burn.

"Why?"

His mouth was dry as he searched for the right words. Why did it have to be so hard?

"Scotty..."

"I... I know that ye're scared. I... know that ye don't want to be in space. So I thought it would be best if I apply to other places than Starfleet."

Leonard's eyes widened and his mouth formed a silent 'oh'. Then he placed his hand on his fiancé's cheek.

"Oh, Scotty. I..."

Scotty didn't let Leonard finish.

"I don't want ye to live the rest of yer life in fear. I want ye to be happy. And... if that only happens on solid ground, then I have to accept that."

As hard as it was.

[zhongrin]

aribedo and zhongrin so nice

aribedo and zhongrin going on double dates: meirin staring blankly as ari, albedo, and probably zhongli talking about biochem alchemy stuff and being like "man i am dumb but also wow my husband's voice is so nice mmmmh *dreamy sigh*"