#lab experiment

[gtwscratch]

Subject 003: Pearl Moonshine

I’m surprised I’ve got this done as quickly as I have, haha! I’m enjoying mutating some of the Lifers with these designs. Not all of them will have drastic changes like this, but boy am I having fun when they do :)

Who do you guys want to see next?

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Unhinged “trust me, I’m a doctor” scientist & their partner whom they perform questionable experiments on is my favorite dynamic

[lalaooopsie]

Don't see enough abt Verlaine in the lab so

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

FLESH TITAN

by Carpet-Crawler

[soukokumychildren]

A NEW C U T S C E N E YOU SAY

[static-electric-dreams]

I did decide to post the original art of these guys in the end; these are all from 2022, so definitely a little old. I have posted these to my Artfight account in case anyone is particularly interested in them!

Their extensive lore below (tw for discussion of mental health issues, abuse, trauma, drugs/alcohol, and self harm)

Button Bunny, Poppy Puppy, and Dreamy Deer are escaped lab experiments made from giving plushies real meat and blood inside. After enduring countless painful experiments, Button and his fellow test subjects killed all of the scientists and escaped into the real world, where they're free to do as they please.

Each of the plushies embodies a different "coping" style or set of trauma responses; this isn't supposed to be extremely deep or anything, just an idea, but to explain each one a bit further:

Button represents the "fight" response to danger, as well as cutting, self harm, and vengeful or violent thoughts/actions against one's abuser. He's fixated on blood and gore, both as a means of expressing his internal pain, and as a means of inflicting it on those who hurt him and his friends. He has the biggest thirst for blood and revenge out of the three, and is the most likely to pick a fight with a stranger. He carries a box cutter full of fresh, sharp razor blades right over his heart, signifying damage both taken and dealt. As a result, Button is "angrier" than the other two, but also more protective.

Poppy represents the "fawn" response to danger, as well as self-medication through drugs, alcohol, sex, and food. Poppy never denies herself the finer pleasures and in fact indulges in them more when she's upset. She's always likely to try to win someone over or "people please" her way out of situations and can become very upset if she genuinely thinks someone is mad at her. She smokes weed out of a heart-shaped bong, calls everyone "bestie," and sobs her eyes out into a bottle of cotton candy vodka if anything goes wrong. While she is the most outwardly emotional, she's also emotionally intelligent and glues the group together with her sharp eye for social cues.

Dreamy represents the "freeze" and "flight" responses to danger, as well as dissociation, nightmares, and severe phobias. While Button and Poppy may go on the offensive with someone they deem "bad," Dreamy will always behave passively and will never stir conflict if they can help it. Indeed, Dreamy will freeze like a deer in headlights if they're put in a stressful enough situation, and if they manage to unfreeze themselves, will run away from it as quickly as possible. Because of their fearful nature, Dreamy can only protect themselves through their experimental psychic ability to transfer their own nightmares to another person, which isn't even fully voluntary for them. Most of the time, Dreamy will defer to one of the others in a pinch.

All three of them have had their eyes swapped with one another, symbolizing the unity of the three very different trauma responses under the same trauma.

There are also two more Cursed Plushies, two wolves (one black and one white) named Yin and Yang, created by the sole surviving scientist to track down and kill Button, Poppy, and Dreamy, but I've yet to draw them even once, so they're much less fleshed out and generally less symbolic than the other three. I'll return to them someday, though.

Thanks for reading all that!

[monsterrous-arts]

Lil eepy since it's late for me but I'm posting it anyways. Revived a really old oc! This is the one that I mentioned is really scared of people due to trauma >:3

[just-whump-and-suffering]

@whumpgifathon Day 1 | Experiment | Alt prompt : Scar Reveal

Hokubo no Chronicles, Ep 05, Yukimura Kai

[gtwscratch]

Oh, uh, btw

I made a playlist for Project X on Spotify

Have fun with that :)

[experiment-48]

you can call me 48 or eighter for short. i prefer he/it pronouns. i am 25 in human years. reanimated wolfdog corpse. radioactive mutant lab experiment.

i post abt my life as a mutant undead wolfdog. i am schizophrenic + psychotic + very anti-social. i am timid, so i do not respond to messages or replies quickly. i promise that im a nice guy, my bark is worse than my bite.

hopefully looking to find other lab experiments or similar creatures and make some friends :3 the scientists want me to practice socializing with others more.

no dni. i block freely. i will be posting nsfw posts occasionally so minors dni. please only message me if you are over 18, thank you.

more info abt my me below...

i am a lab experiment created by humans. i do not know for what reasons, but i know that i was a failed experiment. i have been allowed to wander off on my own, but i am still monitored by scientists.

i am a wolfdog who was reanimated and brought back to life by the scientists. my base dna has been modified heavily so my form tends to be very unstable and changes with my emotions. the more threatened or emotional i am, the more mutated my form becomes.

I am physically an undead wolfdog, whose DNA has been modified and mutated through experimentation. this has caused the side effect of me being very radioactive and my form can change depending on my emotions. (example: my body can grow extra legs and eyes and jaws.)

i am heavily radioactive and my base coat glows a soft blue. my bodily fluids contain very concentrated amounts of radioactive materials (blood, saliva, sweat). i tend to avoid humans and most creatures for this reason, as to not cause harm.

i am part of the snare trap system. I'll probably discuss fellow headmates sometimes but this is my own personal blog so its my space only. uhh the main system host is @an0nsleuth

this is not a roleplay blog btw...i am actually a radioactive mutant experiment and i will be discussing my life experiences. reality checking is not welcome unless requested. piss me off and you will be blocked.

tagging system:

tba

will make this look better in the future.

[hollyhowl]

My Doom

[huntthemouse]

Lab Rat Mickey

100/365 #hunt the mouse

The big 1-00! This dude was one of the first ones I had thought up for this project, with the idea being that he's being experimented on to create hundreds of new variants based off his DNA and powers. Hence the cameos from the rest of the Mickeys.

I am making 365 new versions of Mickey Mouse for the public domain and releasing them under public domain all year long.

You can join the initiative to #hunt the mouse or suggest a theme yourself via my ask box.

[koinotame]

For the event! Could I send the Lab Experiment a box of treats? Like, one of those with cookies and candies and all sorts of stuff. I wanna let them know that all the coddling and gentle treatment towards them is something I do because I enjoy it. <3

when i saw this request i was like ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ i'm gonna write something super sweet for them. ehem. this did not happen, but i did try to keep the spirit of the request in mind so i hope you enjoy anyway <3 cw for semi-graphically described crying and a... not quite panic attack

your face twists when they start crying.

the box of treats in your hands remains outstretched, their shaking too wild for them to be able to accept the gift without dropping and spilling its contents all over the floor.

they’re know they’re an ugly crier. snot drips down their nose, their eyes are wet and sting, their face is sticky and hot, and their chest hurts and wracks with each sob. the uncertain grimace on your face makes them wail even louder.

a couple maids passing by look at the two of you in alarm and scurry away quickly.

uncomfortably aware of this, they crouch down and try to cover their face. "I’m never going to—" a sharp inhale while they nearly choke on saliva, "I’m sorry."

they feel you crouch down beside them, not too close in an attempt to avoid agitating them even further, but close enough they can sense your presence even without being able to see you.

"hey, it’s okay." your soft tone doesn’t match your earlier facial expression, but they refuse to look up to check. another sob wrecks through their body. "what’s wrong? do you not like sweets? there’s some cookies in here too, if you prefer those."

they shake their head furiously, still refusing to even glance at you. when they speak, their voice comes out so small and shaky even they can’t tell what they meant to say.

some shuffling follows. tentatively, you reach out your hand. their whole body flinches when you make contact with your pinky, but they don’t resist when you cup your hand over theirs and inch a bit closer.

a small pause passes before you hesitantly open your mouth again, your fingers tightening their grip on their own hand but not moving otherwise. "don’t apologise, okay?"

the shaking gets worse.

terrible. they feel terrible.

you’ve given them a gift—something they could never deserve, especially not one so heartfelt from you—and this is how they thank you. they’re already disgusting and sickening enough, for you to be forced to see them like this because you tried to be kind… you deserve better. you must think they’re so repulsive. you must think this is a waste of time.

this must be making you hate them even more than you already do.

maybe this is where you decide you’ve had enough. maybe you’ll finally stop pretending to care about them now. of course you would. it must be nauseating looking at them like this.

when you speak up, your voice still sounds much too soft. they don’t know how much time has passed, for how long you’ve been just watching them be this revolting. "you don’t have to accept the treats if you don’t like them. I want to give you something you like."

you’re so kind. that’s all they can think about. they don’t deserve it at all.

there’s another small pause, like you’re mulling something over.

the tin rings when it’s set on the floor gently. it’s only then they notice your hand has disappeared from on top of theirs. a flash of panic hits their chest, as if they haven’t been ready for you to turn around and leave at any moment the entire time now.

"can you look up at me?"

you still sound way, way too kind. it’s not like they could ever say no to you. it takes them a moment, and they end up scrunching their eyes closed, but they manage to lift their head up.

"thank you."

a whine leaves their throat, but they refuse to open their eyes. even when you’re thanking them even when they’re misbehaving like this, they can’t stomach the disappointed look that has to be plastered all over your face.

immediately, a soft, warm cloth makes contact with their face.

it takes another couple of seconds for them to realise you’re wiping away their tears and snot. they make some sort of pitiful noise. you continue, undeterred, until their whole face is more or less dry. everything feels hot, especially when your other hand comes up to cup their face.

"there. isn’t that better?"

your voice is much too close. they can feel your breath hitting their face. the quivering gets worse. they didn’t realise you’d come that close to them.

but it does feel better, and they realise then they’ve mostly stopped crying.

your thumb gently brushes over their cheek and they whine pathetically again.

"I’m sorry."

the cover of the treat box they’d forgotten is removed rather noisily, then set aside on the stone floor. something soft makes a sound as it’s dropped into the tin. the hand cupping their cheek doesn’t leave, and they can’t help leaning into it a bit more.

in response, you give an approving hum and press further into them.

"shh, it’s okay. do you want some chocolate?"

they sniffle.

"there’s some hard candy, too. or some cookies, if you’d prefer those. or if you really don’t like any of these, I can get you something el—"

"I don’t deserve any of this." they cut in before they can think twice about it.

regret immediately seeps into their bones. now they’ve done it. you somehow weren’t angry before, but you must be now. you’re really going to abandon them this time. you—

but you don’t seem fazed.

"okay." they flinch. "but I want to feed you, so you’re going to have to choose something."

that makes open their eyes abruptly. it’s bright in the hallway and the light makes the biting at their ears and forehead worse, and it takes them a few seconds for their eyes to be able to find and focus on you.

you’re smiling.

patiently and sweetly, you’re smiling at them.

before they can ask, the hand cupping their cheek moves up and stats petting their hair. "it’s 'cause you’re my favourite. that means I like you, and I like taking care of you, and I think you’re worth all the effort in the world. and I don’t like it when you talk like that about someone I care so much about."

despite everything, they can’t find it in themselves to disagree.

"so," you smile wider, pushing their head a bit closer and holding a chocolate treat up to their lips with your free hand, "which do you want? this is your last chance to back out if you really don’t like chocolate."

[whatiswhump]

Character is a new test subject, captured in the last raid. No warm bodies put to waste and all.

The scientists logged them and began their work, unhappy this one is Classed "B", reported chronic illness. They'll probably last only a few weeks at best.

They are shocked and then delighted when they realize it's quite the opposite. Sure, Character is paler than most at the end of each day and they don't gain weight even after increased rations... But, they also don't scream, their heart rate doesn't increase under duress like the others and they've somehow outlasted all of the others that came in their group.

[sunandsstars]

help help helpppp

soooo i have a psych experiment to do for uni, and we have to hand out this questionnaire for people to do! was wondering if some of you guys can do it :))

it’s 100% anonymous, topic is about 1st person gaming, and you need a laptop/ maybe ipad to do it as it won’t work on a phone

if you do it i’ll be in your debt! mwah 💋