#lab gothic

[gaynaturalistghost]

If scientists have ghosts their unfinished business would be soooo interesting. Tied to this mortal coil until I can get that dang paleo-climate model to work. Gotta finish a six month long geological survey.

(BG 11 is a media for growing algae and stuff, notoriously complicated to make)

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

lab gothic

I remembered the old gothic trend and I was in the lab on Halloween night and I'm just channelling that unsettling vibe tonight:

The postdoc who never seems to leave the building. Morning or night. You blink, and he's there. You blink again, and he's gone. You wonder when he was out in the sunlight last.

The bacteria misbehave on purpose. Just ignore them, they despise being genetically modified. Kill them with industrial strength detergent when they offend you too badly

There's beeping coming from the lab. An alarm? You follow the noise but it stops. You find a centrifuge on. You open it. It's empty

The washed-up glassware pile stacks up higher and higher, you barely blow a gust of air in its direction as you walk past it and it tumbles and smashes, glass scattered on the lab floor. You find the broken glassware box with a sigh as you tidy it up

Someone seems to be playing a prank. Your lab book keeps moving from wherever you set it down. You put it on one bench, it appears on another. You should get to the bottom of it but you're already so busy

You put on your lab coat but it's at least 4 sizes too big. You check the collar and it's not yours. Yours is gone.

[h4ise-art]

GUYS IM SO ALIVE AND I FR REDESIGNED A BIT OF MY FRANKENSTEIN CHARA DESIGN RAAAAAA

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 135

Write something using this line of dialogue:

"What...what have you done to me?"

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

^2 kids redesigns + mary-su

[mr-slutterson]

how the story at the door actually went down

[hazellvsq]

hazel in son of neptune is everything to me…the grief the shame the alienation the moments of beauty and yearning and her joy and her anger she really had it all…character of all time

[themanwhomadeamonster]

how excited i would be if the upcoming warframe is a jacked super tall frankenstein's monster amalgamation of stony murmur body parts

[aftout]

Redesign of Dr. Halcombe because she is the one character in JD who has faced the LEAST amount of edits. It was time to CHANGE THAT!!!

[maximalismdaybyday]

Source

[prettybuggie]

my week in a few pictures

[dykegeology]

To be clear as an ex debate kid and taxonomy enthusiast I LOVE hanging around in arguing about dark alternative music spaces but sometimes it does get so annoying

[proxythe]

pats jin on the head. i love how you draw him!!

thank u !!! <3 love to draw a guy who is drowning in his clothes

[alteredsilicone]

I just love the anatomical aspects of Albrecht's labs, the Netracell welcoming you with open hands...

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

This or That Gothic Snippet 17- Insanity

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!    

Whumpee strained against the straps that held them in place. They were currently lying on a table in a dark room, with one bright light shining right on top of them. They were just walking down the street when they had felt a pinch in their neck, and then they had woken up here… wherever here was.

“Stop squirming so, love,” a voice said, striding into the room, “you’ll only make things worse.”

Whumpee looked up and saw the person who must have taken them. They were wearing a lab coat and were currently putting on latex gloves.

“Where am I?” Whumpee asked, “who are you?”

“You’re in my lab, dear,” the stranger said, “and my name is Whumper. I’m here to… analyze you.”

Whumper crossed the room until they were standing right over Whumpee. They tucked a strand of hair behind their ear.

“Such a beautiful specimen,” Whumper whispered.

Whumpee began to thrash on the table again, trying desperately to get free.

“Now now,” Whumper said, petting Whumpee’s hair, “none of that, or I’ll have to tighten the straps, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, love.”

“We are way past uncomfortable, you creep! You’re insane!”

“Tsk.” Whumper shook their head, “such a temper. You’re going to work yourself up into a tizzy at this rate. Maybe I should give you something to help calm you down while I work.”

Whumper opened a drawer and produced a syringe filled with a strange liquid. Whumpee froze on the table.

“What is that?” Whumpee asked.

“It’s just a little sedative, darling,” Whumper said, “it’ll help you relax and stop thrashing about so much.”

Whumpee shook their head.

“No, I don’t want it,” Whumpee said desperately, “please, don’t do this, I don’t need that, I’ll be still, I’ll-”

“Shhh,” Whumper soothed, “don’t worry, love, it’ll only be a small little pinch, and then I can get to work.”

Whumper quickly took Whumpee’s arm and injected the contents of the syringe into their system. Whumpee cried out at the pinch they felt.

“There now, all done,” Whumper said sweetly.

Whumpee wanted to protest, they wanted to break free from the straps, but their limbs weren’t cooperating. No matter how much they wanted to thrash, it was like they were moving through molasses.

“P-please,” Whumpee muttered.

“There there.” Whumper ran a hand up and down Whumpee’s arm, “just calm down. Let the medicine do its work. Wonderful…”

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered shut despite their attempts to keep them open. Before they knew it, they were sucked down into a forced sleep.

part 2

[boybasher]