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[gtwscratch]

I love how the image has slowly been losing quality as I make new versions of it. :)

Anyways, uh.. yeah! Yay!

[uhohbestie]

I just want to let you guys know that as soon as Scar mentioned that the zombie enclosure was going to be post apocalyptic, I thought of TAMN.

I also want to let you guys know that as soon as I realized he was building a gas station, all I could think about was that chapter (I don’t remember the number, but you two know what I’m talking about).

A gas station. A gas station......! He did this for us. He did this for all the googlies......

Seriously though, Key and I watched the episode with SO much delight. Scar and zombies at an abandoned gas station........ just like in TAMN - 🔒

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@gtwscratch

Super cool person, amazing art and an incredible Project X life series au!!! The designs are really cool and they are a pleasure when they show up on my dash <3

@gtwscratch !!!

[syneester]

Commission of AU Grian for @gtwscratch :3

[ you can commission me on Vgen! ]

[toasted-banana]

FREEDOMMMMM

for @gtwscratch project x au :3 

emulated your style a bit so hope it wasn’t too bad!!!

love your au to death, hope you like the desert duo

(p.s. writing this as I’m starting the first episode to diamond is unbreakable)

[tasty-arsenic]

Super Anomalies

a wildlife Super Powers au loosely inspired by @gtwscratch 's own lab au

this has,,, some similarities to that.

starting off with Gem, because why not!

Next is Anomaly 02, sometime

master post

[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!

[dragon625]

I’ve been obsessed with @gtwscratch Project X au, so here’s the specific tests that i think the scientists would run on the subjects:

Grian: how long he can copy powers, any limitations he has, and how it effects the other subject

Scar: pretty much just how strong he is

Scott: the limitations on what he can turn into, and why he can’t do aquatic creatures

Cleo: how the dead people thing works and the effects on the zombies

Gem: they can’t really test how far she can go in astral form, but they probably read brain waves or whatever for science-y stuff

Tango: how speedy can the speedy boy go

Ren: why he’s started turning to martyn, and how long he can be a person

Joel: how jumpy can the jumpy boy go

Lizzie: the length of her blindness mostly. I have a headcanon that they actually used some of the other subjects to test this.

Jimmy: how long he can be invisible

BigB: how well he can control the creakings

Impulse: how far he can teleport

Martyn: how far he can hear

Pearl: I figure that the scientists mostly study anatomy and how similar her wings are to an actual moth’s, but occasionally she flies around in a small room.

I didn’t put etho or bdubs on here because I…didn’t feel like it.

These are just some headcanons, I might do art or a fic for this depending on if I have time.

[the-solar-eclipsed]

@gtwscratch asked me after i asked her to draw x!desertduo so i drew them meeting :D

happy early early early early bday scratch :3

honestly the rendering could be better but im happy with it

[iamchaos1234]

A little Lizzie and Joel from @gtwscratch 's Project X AU, they are so silly and sad >-<

A bit brighter of a version than without the darkness too :P

[lukarnado]

Project X Grian catified

AU belongs to @gtwscratch

[gtwscratch]

I seriously can’t get @lavendernlilac’s bodyguard AU out of my head. I love them so much.

Idk when I’ll get around to it (hopefully sooner rather than later), but I want to trace this and make it a digital piece. I think it looks too good not to color it and add lighting and all that fun stuff that I don’t have the skills to do traditionally, haha. :)

[uhohbestie]

I may or may not have already had it fully edited and ready to post and was waiting for your answer(s) so I could tag you if you had accounts haha

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP888VgM8/

LMAO WE LOVE THIS. That ol' chapter 30 pivot, it'll get ya!!

(Seriously though, if we had known how beloved Pops was going to be when we planned the fic, maybe things would've gone differently-- .... hm, actually........... Let's be honest: things would've still stayed exactly the same, Key and I just would have enjoyed the ramp up to the twist even more before seeing everyone's reactions >:3 )

(Here's the tiktok link, if you don't want to copy/paste it) - 🔒

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@gtwscratch is really cool and their project X au is awesome! I love their artstyle and writing style so much

@gtwscratch !!!

[sculkfeathers]

I know not everything needs a comment, but this is like my first time posting on Tumblr, so bear with me

I have been partially helping @gtwscratch with her Wonderful Wildlife Project X AU and made this low quality video this morning for fun since I see so many people [ including me ] excited about it

I have seen a lot of creative work from fans surrounding the AU [ and made some fanart myself in private ] and it's honestly just amazing

[cutthroatcarnival]

Shadows Settle On The Place You Left

A story of how two becomes one.

Read it on AO3!

Warning for: Major Character Death

This fic will include many things that go hand-in-hand with being a lab/experimentation AU, such as: mentions of blood and needles, experimentation (unethical), cruelty (in form of tests, limiting food intake, sleep deprivation, beatings, electrocution, etc.), hallucinations.

Inspired by: Take My Wallet by Jack Stauber

Title from: Youth by Daughter

The Project X AU belongs to @gtwscratch! Go check her out to learn more about this super cool AU- I’ve got a few more fics lined up for this idea… [rubs hands together like a scheming villain]. Also this was written really early on in the AU, so any new things Scratch has posted will not be reflected here (in later ones, yes).

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Everyday was the same. The walls never changed, remaining devoid of anything but violent, ghastly white. Following the same routine over and over, listening to the same horrific screaming and wailing echoing from deeper in the facility. The definition of insanity is doing something over and over again, in hopes of a different result, and by that definition, Impulse could call himself insane. Doing the same routine over and over, hoping for change, hoping for an escape, hoping for this clinical hell to be over. Trapped here in this room, chillingly empty without the presence of his cellmate- but hey, at least the beds had mattresses. Maybe if he focused on that, he could block out the pained screams of his cellmate coming from one of the labs.

Impulse stared at his hands, mesmerized and sickened by the swirling purple that traveled down his arms to his legs, twisting into and around scars. He could call himself lucky just as easily as he could call himself insane, but it felt horrifically unfair- yes, he was lucky, his new attributes could be easily hidden (they weren’t getting out of here. They’re trapped). If only he could stop hearing the sounds of his own wailing echoing and the sounds of the file roughly shaping his horns into sharp points, stop feeling phantom pains from restraints digging into him as he struggled and the panic felt as ghost needles stabbed into his arms. If only.

There were seventeen others trapped here with him, Impulse never quite learned what happened to one of them- Mumbo, a pale, lanky male with dark eyes and black hair, and a frankly glorious mustache- Mumbo and Scar had been dragged away one day for more testing, and only the latter had returned, trembling with haunted eyes, spattered with blood. Impulse wasn’t stupid, he knew what that meant. It had been months- or what Impulse thought was months, time was pointless when you didn’t have a clock- since Scar had talked again, but when he did, it lacked the cheerfulness they were all so used to. Their hope dwindled more after that.

One steady remainder of hope for Impulse was his cellmate, Skizz. The two of them were inseparable, fighting to keep some semblance of their identities and previous life. While it helped, it also became their weakness; if a scientist wanted something from Impulse or Skizz, all they had to do was threaten the other. When they couldn’t sleep, whether from the horrors of the day or fear of the other disappearing, Skizz would tell stories- weird, wacky stories that were a welcome distraction. One of Impulse’s favorites was the story of a giraffe lifting weights, it was so outlandish it had made Impulse forget the agony he was in from that particular test, laughing so hard his stomach hurt instead.

Impulse noticed early on that the scientists didn’t like Skizz. They were rougher with him- not that they were gentle Impulse or the others- dragging him behind, laughing as Skizz struggled to stand and follow- a failure, that’s what they called him. All Impulse could do was watch as his best friend returned each day with more and more injuries- deep bruises and lacerations and scars that added to the collection already decorating his body. They even started to lessen the amount of food Skizz was allowed, even when the amount they had regularly was too little, but Impulse happily shared his own with him. And even while suffering through all these extra tests, Skizz never showed signs of his powers manifesting- so in retaliation to their own failure, the scientists got crueler. Void, Impulse hated the sleep experiments the most, where Skizz would become so sleep-deprived he began to hallucinate and stare through Impulse, mumbling about how the Boogeyman was after him, a haunting purple in his peripheral, always just out of sight, refusing to leave Skizz alone until his blood was spilled.

Days had passed, from what Impulse could gather, and there was still no return of Skizz. An uneasy feeling was eating at him, usually people returned after a while, but his best friend was still missing. He could feel his mind drift to Mumbo, how it was unknown what had happened to the man. Impulse could piece things together easily- Scar’s haunted look, the blood, oh void, the blood- and the picture was not pretty. With no way of getting information, he would rather not be shocked for speaking out of turn to a scientist, Impulse went through his routine. Day after day, hour after hour, rinsing and repeating over and over. There was one small hiccup in his routine; none of them had been taken away for more tests. While not unusual, having a quiet period so soon after the previous one made his skin crawl. And the screams. No longer did they echo down the halls. All that filled them was an eerie quiet, interrupted only by the murmuring of the other patients as they were allowed to move about their designated common room.

No matter how early Impulse’s powers had appeared, he still couldn’t quite grasp them in full- teleportation was simple, so was the swapping, but that was all done when he could see. They wanted him to teleport to a place he couldn’t. When the test was demanded of him, Impulse was blindfolded with a thick wrapping of gauze, leaving him unaware and jumpy. Then there was the cold, sharp prod of something, something very clearly meant to hurt, coupled with a faint buzzing- every muscle in his body failed to keep him upright, he had collapsed in a panicked heap, tearing at the gauze and yelping when electricity coursed through him. What did they want from them? Was this entertainment?

The clank of a dish being set in front of him brought him back to the present, the grim memories leaving a sour taste in the back of his mouth. Humming in thanks at Scott, who gave Impulse a wobbly smile in return, like he had forgotten how to do so. Impulse dug into the bland oatmeal- if it could even be called that, lip lifting in a light sneer at the slop. A reaction that would normally be met with a snicker, yet the seat next to him was painfully cold, devoid of its occupant who had been unseen for probably what had been days, if not weeks.

An angry shout from a scientist sent Impulse into a panic, forcing him to drop his spoon with a clatter as he slipped under the table, watching as the others made themselves similarly sparse. Another voice joined, and no matter how hard Impulse strained he couldn’t hear the conversation. A sharp intake of breath snapped his attention to the table next to him, where one of the blondes- Martyn, he reminded himself- was hiding under, hands clenched over his ears. Martyn. Martyn could hear them. Impulse felt an unsettling chill creep up his spine as he watched horror slowly creep over the blonde’s face, and when his tears started to flow over, Impulse’s own nearly did too. Time seemed to freeze as haunted blue eyes locked with frightened brown, lips forming two simple words; I’m sorry, before Martyn curled in tighter on himself. Impulse was left to stare at the other’s shaking form, mind frozen as he processed the words. I’m sorry. He looked back at Martyn. The blonde’s lips were moving, repeating a phrase that Impulse couldn’t quite place. Martyn looked ill, as he rocked there under that table, hands that were once muffling his hearing now grabbing at his hair.

As the voices disappeared, Impulse shifted, starting to maneuver himself out from under the table- he only had so much time to eat- until a weight crashed into him. Taken by surprise, he tipped sideways out from under the table, narrowly missing one of the chairs with his head. On top of him was Martyn, and Impulse raised an inquisitive eyebrow, only to be met with a sob. There were words falling from the other’s lips, but even this close, Impulse couldn’t hear them. Martyn shuddered, fisting the fabric of Impulse’s gown tighter, before inhaling and exhaling, bringing himself from the brink of hyperventilating. Pained blue stared into brown, eyes telling a melancholy tale.

“Skizz is dead.” Martyn declared, in the smallest, most defeated voice Impulse had ever heard from the other.

What.

“What?” Impulse could hear how his own voice was so small, breathy with disbelief. Skizz was dead? His best friend was dead?

“They said he was a failure, too weak to handle the tests,” the grip on his gown loosened, “they wanted to give him wings, but his body couldn’t handle it.”

Murmuring rose from the other patients that had gathered, all in various stages of grief and disbelief. Impulse was frozen on the floor, eyes wide as he stared at Martyn. Skizz is dead. The words kept repeating in his mind, a mantra that infected his brain. His best friend couldn’t be dead. He wasn’t. He wasn’t. Impulse felt all sorts of conflicted, experiencing every emotion in the book and then some, all because of three simple words; Skizz is dead. The following information that Martyn poured out finally made its way into his brain- his body couldn’t handle it. Skizz is dead.

The world around him shattered.

“Is he… he’s gone?” The tile beneath Impulse felt colder than it ever had. Colder than the metal of the examination table. Colder than the scientists. Even his heart felt cold, frozen, even, as Impulse felt his heart shatter.

“He’s really gone?” Above him, Martyn nodded, and Impulse broke. The world around him disappeared as static and ringing sounded in his ears, drowning out the noise of his own sobs. Never again would he see Skizz, because Skizz was gone. His best friend was gone, and Impulse never got to say goodbye. And didn’t that sting? Didn’t that just twist the knife that had already cut his heart into ribbons? Impulse would never hear that infectious positivity and optimism, even in the face of horrific experimentation, because the scientists had taken it- had taken him away from Impulse. They called Skizz a failure, telling him he was too weak, and those were probably the last things Skizz heard, alone on a cold operating table- nothing but biting, burning remarks. So lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Martyn roll off of him, or being helped up and guided to his cell. His empty, empty cell. One that would never be full again. And you know what they say about one; it’s the loneliest number you’ll ever know.