#outofthiisworld || doc

[peacehunted]

@outofthiisworld || “Sorry, but I’m allergic to strawberries.” <-No 🧪Doc is not! The not-so-mad scientist also hypothesized that those precious little fruits aren’t actually meant for HIM— but what old coot could resist an ol’ yank of the proverbial chain? Valentine's Day Prompts

Unfortunately, the joke was missed at first, with an instinctive step back away from the old man--as if the three feet of distance between them already wasn't enough to prevent the implied medical disaster. Then, a small chuckle. "Well, guess I gotta press forward their intended recipient, then...!" An awkward smile remained with that response, but it didn't last long, especially after realizing he may have overshared a bit... Now he was silently hoping the other didn't read too much into it, turning a nervous gaze down to the container with the treats inside. Staring... Thinking...

When did asking someone out become so hard...?

[countlessrealities]

“Dare I ask what counts as a good time for you?”

(//Mutually vibes based! Doc can be a bit prickly at first (and can sometimes be far too stubborn) BUT … i can see the similarities between them either being a nightmare for everyone else or for everyone else and them <3)

BINGO || Accepting !

Heterochromatic eyes. Cybernetics. A fucking vibe that screams "science". Oh, the man definitely has Rick's attention, even if the question he asked is such an easy opening that just cannot be missed.

A smirk stretches over his face, ice blue eyes glinting mischievously. The guy probably has a bit of a stick up his ass, but that has never stopped Rick from trying and turning someone's world upside down.

"Oh, w-wouldn't you like to know, pal?" He asks, in a tone that it's half teasing and half defiant.

Their ideas of a "good time" are probably different, at least in some ways, but that doesn't mean that they can't find some common ground, judging from the boxes that have been checked.

"H-How about you buy me a drink an-and maybe find out?"

[welcometoriddle]

The walk had started out so normal, same path as always. But this time, strangely, something had changed. Once a single archway had been passed through, the air grew bitter cold and moist with fog, and there would come a strange vertigo feeling. But other than that, there had been next to no indication of anything changing. Suddenly where he had been was now somewhere else.

Lucky for the lost doctor, there were usual patrols around these archways since their discovery in more recent years. And at that particular moment, they were being watched by the one who decided those patrols. Perched high above in the trees, pale fur blending into the fog, was a huge, multi-eyed creature.

For the moment though, it just watched the newcomer curiously.

@outofthiisworld

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- ⭐️⭐️!!! two each for both ophelia and doc pwease! 🥺👉👈💕 for each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses (accepting!)

Ophelia

-It's not too uncommon for these two to bump into each other at night! Or at least, it happens enough for them to just be excited to bump into each other and goof off by going around town during the night. (It's perfect wind down time for Lambda coming back from one of his usual sprees and it's fun for Ophelia when she sneaks out of the house!)

-It's also not too uncommon to fill the farmhouse with shopping bags from one of their many, many trips to the mall. It's kind of impressive, borderline ridiculous with how many bags can be brought home. They're mall rats, it can't be helped. (It could. It could very much be helped.)

Doc

-He knows Doc is well... a doctor. Or well, he thinks he's a doctor. But it would take a very long time for him to open up (quite literally) and allow him to take a look at/work on repairs or upgrades when he needs them. There would probably be a few conversations Lambda's tried to have with him while Doc is just like "Please. Please stop talking while your intestines are out. It's weird."

-Need someone to hold heavy junk? Lambda's the guy for the job! The downside of bringing him to a junkyard though, is that he'll get distracted by something he saw and go running off. There's been a few times where Doc needed him for something and instead of being there, he was poking around somewhere else. He only meant to be away for a minute, he swears!

[playedbetter]

@outofthiisworld got stuck.

In a town this size, he had noticed there were not a lot of elevators. To be fair the tallest building was about six stories and was an office space as far as he could tell. He was glad this place did though given the armful of family reunion supplies he had picked up for his mom. Entering it there was an older man with several packages of unknown contents already in there. Nathan tried to give him as much space as possible in such a small space and hit the first floor button with his elbow if it wasn't already pressed.

"You a local?" He begun chatting in a chipper tone. "I'm just here with my mom for a bit but this place has been so nice. Such a cool vibe. Hey, anywhere you think-"

Before he could finish his question the elevator let out a sudden crunching sound and grinded to a halt. It had broken.

"Oh no," Nathan looked at the doors with a frown. "...So do you think you're up to helping me try to pry these open? I think I can manage if you aren't,"

[natterghast]

wakefulness is difficult at first. time never patient, days blend into months of quietly recuperating. whenever the house floorboards creek it reminds geid of the forest; of boughs in the wind. he occasionally listens, mimics their once familiar sway. the smell of earthen sediment still clings to the unfinished basement and brings geid some solace.

it takes focus to reform after so long; to give shape to oneself after a time of forgetfulness and sleep. their eyes and ears don't perceive until they're met with the beams of the basement's roof, which was suddenly more cramped than they remember. geid braces the wall to the left of them awkwardly. dust falls at their slightest shift.

— [🧪] someone clears their throat, and geid is met with two sets of eyes looking up at him. 🧪💜 @outofthiisworld !!

with a start, he smacks his head into the wood beam above him. more dust and debris comes down around them. geid braces the roof with their other hand and makes a fruitless try to get even an inch more of room. there's talking. most of their words make no sense. it takes several breaths for geid to untie his own tongue and try a greeting in this new language.

“uh, ha- oo.. ? ah — hi ? hallo, hi.. ? ” unsure of what else to do, geid tries to give a smile; a clumsy, unpracticed smile with many, great teeth that went at a great many angles.

[nursewashing-a]

❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ —From 🧪Doc!

❛ of course. and same to you, as well, doc. ❜ anya manages a tired, albeit appreciative smile in spite of it all; she can't understate how helpful it's been to have even one person on her side throughout this whole situation. there's no denying the horrible circumstances surrounding her, but she's glad to have the offer extended.

after a pause, she speaks up again, her hands wringing together pensively. ❛ actually, i do have a question. what made you come here, of all places? to... to work on this ship, i mean? ❜

prompts. | always accepting!

[mechahero]

"Ooh, cookies!" Free junk food? There's no way Lambda would ever turn that down! Green cookies though? Pretty unusual but he's assuming it's just food coloring even as he reaches into the bag.

He's already taken a big bite out of the thing, chewing away. ...Until that chewing slows down and he's looking down at the cookie in his hand.

"Why does it taste like that?"

ᯓ🧪˖° “Hey. C’mere,” Doc waved. In his other hand was a bag of … green … cookies? How odd. But freshly baked! “Try this.”

[markerexposed]

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[prunedbloom]

🌱 lil short sc ... @outofthiisworld (for doc)

"You're back." Others always like to point out how easily she notices any returning customers. To her, it's… simple, really. It's not like this town is that big. (What might be stranger, though, is the way she has appeared suddenly behind him. Like a ghost-!)

"Aloe again?"

[quartarcade]

outofthiisworld asked: ⭐ ! 👀👀👀 for my two main blorbos?

Send " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations

HIII letsee letsee I can think of a few >:3c

I can see interactions between Rio and Doc, Rio being also a techy nerd would absolutely geek out at whatever contraptions he's made! And also show off the cyborg rat robot with a brain, Ratto!

For both Doc and Ophelia definitely Critter, what with Critter being an abomination against nature interactions are for sure to happen between either of them and this little freak of nature :>

and you know what since she's another experiment muse, Amelia and Ophelia, I think both have common ground what with being experiments connecting to the supernatural. Besides, Amelia needs a friend. Plus, despite the horrors they've both went through, they remain whimsy!!

[schattenmagier]

Adrenaline. Yes, right. It can keep the pain away. At least for some time. She hums a little as she thought about it for a moment, but then gives Doc a little pat on the shoulder before giving him a drunken and crooked smile.

" Vell! At least you've got- you've got a veryyyy cool arm now! And-And even one zhat can purify vater! "

Schatten can somewhat relate here. Her last big recovery was years ago, but it was terrible. Mostly because it was not only physical recovery but mentally as well. She is actually still recovering mentally even though she would never even admit that to herself. She can only imagine how painful his recovery had been.

" Ohhhhh! You-You vanna be my drinking parter, Doc~? I vouldn't mind- mind zhat~! "

While that did sounded nice and all, the vigilante doubted it's going to happen. Not only because he didn't made a promise there but also because it was risky for her. Something could slip her mouth that could expose a bit to much. Even though she doubted he had any use of such information.

" Hm? "

Doc's question ripped her from her thoughts, and the woman blinks a few times behind her goggles to understand it. Ah, yes. Pain.

" Ohhhh pain! Yesssss. Zhough I- I don't know zhe pain of losing a limp! "

There was other pain she knows of though. Even if she isn't going to tell now what it had been that she had experienced. Hell, Schatten doesn't even wants to think about it.

" HAH! I can- I can look after myself juuuuust fine! " No she can't- " But yes, yes. I guess zhere is... someone vho is looking after me... Even if I don't zhink I need it. "

Yeah, Wesley surely is the one she is thinking about here. Always making sure she had eaten something that isn't fastfood and making sure she had gotten enough sleep. He acted so much like a dad sometimes that it annoyed her in a way.

ᯓ🧪˖° “You’re a nosy busybody, aren’t you?” Doc teased, but there’s no bite in his voice. Instead, his smirk softened into a smile. That all too genuine tone in hers hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Without too much thought behind it, Doc touched the shoulder of where robotics met muscle.

“It did. Far after, though. I think I was too doped up on adrenaline to tell when I did it. That and blood loss,” he snorted as if that were funny. “The recovery always tends to be the worst.”

Spoken from experience, for himself, and for others he’s treated. The aches, the phantom pains of a limb long gone, the swelling of burns from cauterization— not to mention from the very thing that surely saved his life.

Ectoplasm was always destructive, even when it healed.

“Maybe next time, you let me know when you’re drinking and then we can share a pint— then maybe you’ll get to hear aaaall about it.”

No promises were given. Not about this, but he’d give her the best he could: a maybe.

Now, it was Doc’s turn to speak softly. “You sound like you know a thing or two about pain.” and a much heavier question weighed on his own curiosity.

“You got someone to look after you? Y’know. An Alfred Pennyworth to your Batman, or whatever.”

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- FUSION! —A Lambda & Ophelia fusion if you’re feeling up to it? 👀✨

it's fusion time again y'all

Ah yes. The Plum™️.

A certified menace! Uses she/he pronouns and let me tell you I had the hardest time figuring out a design until this popped onto my dash. Watching the visual for Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land helped a ton too. (Warning for flashing colors/images)

[playedbetter]

@outofthiisworld said: “that guy’s suit cost more than my college tuition and he had the audacity to give me a lecture on how money can’t buy happiness.” —🧪Doc to Teddy!

Teddy cracks a smile and tips his glass of water towards Doc before taking a sip of it. "Law school was the worst for that, a bunch of trust fund babies ill equipped for the world ninety percent of us live in preaching about how money can't buy happiness and the virtues of hard work along bringing success,"

He grabs one of the breadsticks the restaurant provided then offers the basket to Doc. "Glad to know it's not just us suits with our fancy law degrees with this problem though,"

[powderedshards]

@outofthiisworld asked- [Uncharted Planet]: an expedition on an unknown planet, who knows what we’ll discover? (🧪Doc & Bronze Pearl!) sci-fi prompts (accepting!)

There's a noise of exertion as leaves are pushed aside by Bronze Pearl's staff. Shades of yellow and purple tinged plant life color his view, as far as his eyes can see. Outside of his eyesight, he can hear scuttling. Not due to his current companion but rather the small organics that lived there. And yet, he doesn't find himself put off or frightened about what they might find there.

It was pretty rare (or rather, not so much but he'd never seen so many) to come across a planet that hadn't been stripped bare and turned into something else by Gemkind. And that's what made it all the more exciting.

"Hey.", he turns to Doc, who likely wasn't too far behind him. "Come check this out." A bronze tinted finger points at a clearing in front of him, the sun shining down on a large patch of seafoam green grass. "That look interesting to you?"

[hearthtales]

Oh, the kissy sounds. Maude heard the kissy sounds. Her nose wrinkled with another barely-stifled smile, which looked almost like she was about to sneeze.

“Protective ward,” she corrected, without a trace of annoyance or condescension. Truly, she sounded most like a teacher discussing a subject memorized by heart. “Just ‘ward’ is fine, for short. It’s being a bit stubborn, but I’ll manage it.” She always did. Her calloused fingers wrapped the twine in another pattern, knots and strings spiderwebbing over each other. “Gruff’s only got his size to frighten things, he’s much too soft to be a proper guard dog.”

Gruff, lying on his side with his eyes closed in delight at Doc’s pets, didn’t look offended in the slightest. He stretched himself out to his longest length (quite long, indeed) with a pleased whine before melting into a puddle of dog beneath Doc’s hands.

Maude reached from her chair to rummage through a jumble of intricate beads on the table beside her, giving Doc a scrutinizing look as she did so. “How many ‘security systems’ have you installed, hm?”

ᯓ🧪˖° OH, HOW ADORABLE. Doc’s heart nearly goes into cardiac arrest right on the spot! Even as the gentle giant shook the very floorboards itself with that thump— it was at that instant that this not-so-mad scientist knew … he’d lay down his life for Gruffudd.

That was by all means, neither dramatic nor irrational of a self-declaration at all. Not with all the love in those hound’s eyes.

So, of course Doc scritched and even scratched the wolfhound’s belly! Nearly toppled over himself into a tumble when he took a squat for OPTIMAL PETTING POSITION, too. Even if Maude still busied herself with her twine ward, surely she’d still hear all the kissy noises that her lovable best friend was now receiving, right?

There was a brief pause in the onslaught of affection, as Doc called out over his shoulder, “How goes your—eh—whatchamacallit?” <-He meant the ward. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind installing a security system if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Not like that’d be much help against the true dangers that lurked in its nooks and crannies. Besides, why ruin such a nice inn with his junky aesthetics?

“But with a big ol’ hound like this, who needs one!” Yay, more pets!