#the last lab rat

[tiny-wyrms]

soooo this post inspired me… 🧪

Borrower Basil spotted with a green glowing lab substance!!! what will she do!!!

…sometimes being a mad scientist’s lab assistant is hard when you’re 5 inches tall (but Anton makes up for it by giving them lots of pizza and cookies)

anyway these were honestly soooo fun to draw and i love how colorful they turned out :3 Basil’s so silly 🐹🧪🐹🧪🐹🧪

(Basil uses any pronouns! [xe leveled up])

alts + inspiration:

[whumpy-wyrms]

some silly Dew and Anton doodles :3

[toyybox]

hey don’t steal her whumpee :(

i drew @whumpy-wyrms’s character Anton (from The Last Lab Rat) with my characters Jackie and Heather (from Spiderwebs) That’s right another TLLR crossover!!!!! Unfortunately for Heather, having an immortal test subject attracts a lot of scientific attention…

also:

go read The Last Lab Rat >:3

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Ruaridh couldn't ignore it, even if they tried.

An incessant thumping lulled them out from slumber, a repetitive, painful hang against their head like a hammer. The source came from right above them, as usual. Having two heartbeats around them got annoying with time, but they were able to repress their instincts, and from then they had thought that it wouldn't bother them anymore. But, alas, they were wrong.

Being in the dark made it all the more worse. Able to focus on nothing but the heartbeat of their new friend — or, at least, that's what Ruaridh assumed; they couldn't be certain whether he or their saviour were friends or foes just yet — made it all the more difficult to repress the thought of shutting it up themself. And they couldn't hold it back for long.

On one hand, they knew it'd be a bad decision to even move a muscle; they begged their body to remain still, pressing their pillow firmly against their ear in the hopes the noise will subdue. But on the other, Derwyn's words echoed in their mind: "If you hear something you don't like, you get rid of it. Understood?"

And Ruaridh did understand, they really did. They knew for a fact that this noise irritated them, and they didn't like it — fuck, they hated it. It was like a constant headache, and Ruaridh would do anything to relieve the pain.

So they made up their mind. Their body felt like it was on autopilot; they couldn't exactly control their movements, only able to observe what little they could see in the dark. Snaking out of bed, perching up on the railing of the top bunk and lowering their head so their horns don't bang into the ceiling.

There he was; they didn't remember his name, but from what little conversation they could recall their saviour introducing them to him, his name began with a "D". He looked so oblivious peaceful, pristine wings sprawled out over the railing of the bed, hanging down the ladder as he slept. Tired eyes closed and relaxed, loosely clutching some sort of creature in his arms. It looked to be some sort of duck? It was unnaturally big, and fluffy, and it wasn't moving or breathing, and had no heartbeat. Why would he sleep with a big, dead duck in his arms?

They cleared the thought from their mind, a clawed hand reaching out to turn him over onto his back as carefully as possible. There were no signs of him waking up, so Ruaridh proceeded.

They couldn't help but feel bad at the prospect of ruining the lovely jumper he wore; it looked extremely comfortable. But they couldn't stop themself from snaking one hand around his neck to hold him down, the other pressing right over his heart and digging and digging and sinking their claws into—

A scream knocked them out of whatever state they were in, and they drew back and slipped from the railing, landing on their back with a loud thump. Beads of blood coated their claws, and his new friend — and what would've been their meal if he were to stay asleep, no doubt — shot up in bed.

"What the fuck?!"

Ruaridh stammered for words, but none would come out; they wanted to apologize, to plead that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't control themself and that they were so, so fucking sorry. But it seemed as though he wasn't keen on listening, as when they tried to come closer, he shielded his wounded body with his wings, a frightened yelp sounding in the darkness.

"Don't— Don't fucking touch me—"

And sure, this was probably said in the heat of the moment — their friend was, most likely, distressed and in pain, and he had every right to not want them close to him — but Ruaridh suppressed a flinch, lowering themself from the ladder again.

They tried to explain themself. "I'm sorry, I really am, I just didn't— I forgot that you weren't—"

But Ruaridh paused, hearing the faint sound of footsteps thumping down the winding staircase they'd been led down with the promise of a warm meal and a bath not even a day ago.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Ruaridh knew hiding in the bathroom would just be stalling the inevitable, but they couldn't stop themself from dashing into that small, sterile room.

(TLLR and any other character mentioned belongs to @whumpy-wyrms!! only Ruaridh is mine ;3)

[creppersfunpalooza]

happy birthday dew!!

boy oh boy i sure do wonder what’s in that box! hopefully it’s not trauma beyond comprehension! (it’s probably just his old mp3 player)

i felt like making a silly little something since i’ve wanted to draw art for this series for a while anyways.

the hands look normal ish when you squint!! probably!

@whumpy-wyrms

i can’t wait to see what horrors this man endures in the coming chapters.

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

[palioom]

Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller The Last of Us | S01E01 “When You’re Lost in the Darkness”

[bee-in-a-box]

I was never going to post this, but I'm feeling it right now so here you go

[broh3m3]

Mutualism (and the benefit of being a pain in the ass) (part 2)

[fruitybashir]

fresh off the grill ch12 snippets, come and get your ch12 snippets while theyre still hot 🔥

[whumpy-wyrms]

Anton is a sopping wet cat of a man

[disastersteps]

being sick while getting caught red-handed...!!

[lab-trash]

Here's a reminder that Kaz tricked a grown ass man into calling the vehicle he drove for a living "the boo-boo car," under the false pretense that he can't pronounce Ambulance— which we know he can do because he literally did it episode 1 or 2, and then he did it again in Lab Rats vs Mighty Med— And he got away with it.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Pitching a fanfic idea that I've been thinking of for Skibidi Toilet the past few hours. Wonder what you all think about it. It's a story in which the skibidi war was won and it's set many years into the future in which the alliance and units are now the dominant race on the planet. Humans are extinct…until a pair of drillmen archeologists find a fossil of a human in some unearthed part of their expedition site. They study the fossil and remembered that Skibidis were the fabled enemy of the alliance in the war some hundreds of years ago…but this "skibidi" had a full body of calcium and no mechanical parts. So they take it to their lab for analysis.

They research it and find that--no--it's NOT a skibidi and they're curious as to what it actually is. If it's some other variant of biped that existed alongside the alliance once upon a time, they would make the discovery of their generation. But they need more than just bones to prove that their theory is correct. In fact, they just happened to be working with some prototype "reanimation" technology that was greenlit for use on their expedition, as it's part of the historical society that these drillmen were hired to work for. So they go to try and "reanimate" the fossil into a living being again. However, the reanimation process is taxing and difficult, as it requires the base of elements that make up a human. Carbon, Phosphate, ect. So it takes a few tries without ruining or damaging the specimen they managed to unearthed and they manage to finally effectively "clone" the fossil, revealing the first human that has been revived using this new technology. As a result of their reanimation, the human has a "clean slate", in which they approach the world as if it was brand new (in a sense that it literally is) and they imprint on the units that revived them, mostly the scientists. They have no memories of their past life or history, so they are primarily a subject that the research team experiments with and studies. The human is in their care for most of the time and due to their curious nature, they will get into a few misadventures of their own.

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

Happy 12 years of Lab Rats ❤️🐀🎂

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[corvid-ghost]

Guys i need stop hyperfixating on things with dead Fandom, like I run out of content so I just 🧍

Question is will I actually make edits in the time I'm hyperfixated on them so there's more content or just say I'll do it later then never do it