#🧪venoms lab

[overlordofpoison]

\\ough i cant think of anything really to say but i had an idea that builds off of what happened yesterday in discord so heres angst or smth\\ He stumbled into her lab, appearing drunken. He looked like total shit. His antennae were tangled up in his hair and his wings drooped miserably behind him. Last night was nowhere near the best experience he's had. "...Venom...?" - @kandy-hearts-candy-store

[ she stared in shock for a minute ]

"What the fuck happened? Are you alright??"

[overlordofpoison]

"I was hoping you did, considering it's.. tiny you? Miniature you? Fuckin.. bite sized? I dunno, I just hoped you would."

Alastor.. why did a small version of you come to my lab and buy two bottles of POISON.

- @overlordofpoison

🎙“I have no idea what you're talking about!”📻

//Mod: the big bad radio demon doesn’t want to admit he goes into little space.//

[outofthiisworld]

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @alabonshay

[🧪] It was easy to lose track of time upon the space colony. Minutes bled into hours and days turned into weeks. Holidays would pass by in a blink of an eye, too— if it weren’t for the occasional reminders of attempted normalcy that both calendars and crew alike would provide. 

The sectors of the colony often had stimulated day and night cycles; an attempt to help keep that cicada rhythm in check for most of the crew aboard. That is, the sectors not hidden in its confidential bowls, past the heavily reinforced security checks and the cold, bolted plates of metal.

All that was offered down here were the occasional viewports, which showed a grand display of the never-ending abyss they floated in, of nebulae and cosmos alike.

Some containment cells were lucky, but very few had such viewports (not since the last integrity incident). TUSK-100’s new cell was not one of the lucky ones. Doc’s communicator beeped earlier that day (was it day? he couldn’t recall); a status update that the colossal beast had been relocated right back into a solitary containment cell.

He hissed a sharp ‘tsk’ at the sight of the notification. What happened now? Doc swallowed the bile twisted and turned in his gut, all while he made his way through the winding corridors and fortified security checks.

TUSK-100 was a … relatively newer ‘experiment.’ One, like many aboard ATLAS, who he oversaw. He’d call it for what it was: a victim— but it’d do one good to keep your mouth shut about all that, lest you find yourself on the other side of those cells.

As Doc approached the matriarch’s containment, he caught sight of another scientist already there, alongside two guards stationed. He recognized the other research (unfortunately), and though their name escaped him, the old doctor had recalled their bestowed nickname from far too many break room spats: Snively.

“UNBELIEVABLE! YOU— YOU WRETCHED GORILLA!” Snively sniveled. Doc rolled his eyes. One could only imagine that behind those helmets: the stationed security did as well. In Snively’s hands were a tattered lab coat, one that they no longer wore as droplets of a familiar venom rendered it to nothing more than a few rags of salvaged cloth.

“What the hell did you do?” Doc barked out and Snively nearly jumped out of their skin! That is, not before the ragged scientist redirected their spitfire at the medical chief.

“I beg your pardon— What I did?! That, that—THING nearly melted the skin right off my bones with its spit!!! And you’re asking what I did!?”

“Yeah, well … with a voice like yours? I would, too.” Doc spat out his own venom, but before Snively could utter out another whine; Doc held out his hand to silence the other. “Now, scram. I’m working.”

Red-faced and mouth agape, any further ranting and raving had died on their tongue, before Snively stormed off (and of course, they ‘accidentally’ bumped into his shoulder on the way out). Doc sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose and collected himself, before he finally looked over at the green giant on the other side of the containment cell.

“On record … I don’t recommend doing that too often. You’ll piss off the wrong idiot sooner or later and that’ll land you a one-way ticket to an operating table. Off record? That’s fucking hilarious.”

One of the guards side-eyed the doctor, but he said nothing. After a few punches to a keypad on the cell, a hologram of the dendies’ vitals are displayed for Doc to view over.

“So … you wanna tell me what happened?”

[toxinsup]

         THERE'S  stark  hurt  sparking  up  in  sage's chest  at  the  other  words  :  sabine  was  supposed  to  be  CRUEL  ,  knows  that  she's  no ��exception  to  it  , but  it  stings  .  eyebrows  knit  TOGETHER  as  the  words  process  on  her  features  ,  and  the  hurt  that  had  been  ANGER  melts  into  something  unrecognizable  ---  like  she's  still  a  scared  kid  learning  the  evils  of  the  monestary  .  "  oh  ,  "  can't  look  viper  in  the  eyes  ,  second  in  command  reduced  into  nothingness  ,  ears  still  rushing  at  the  vicious  words  that  her  controller  had  said  ---  voice  to  break  ,  "  my  ---  my  apologies  vip   ---  sabine  ,  "  but  breaks  ,  and  cracks  ,  shattering  on  marble  floor  of  the  laboratory  .  "  forget  i  asked  .  "

*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:  ───🧪        It  bubbles  and  boils  inside  of  her  body  like  a  cauldron  of  acid.  Fueled  by  her  own  hate  and  frustrations  she  can  not  help  the  spits  of  venom  with  each  word.  A  simple  inquiry  thrown  back  into  the  other  woman's  face.  Bitter  about  a  demotion  and  on  top  of  that  to  someone  who  had  a  track  record  like  Sage.  Then  again  Brimstone  had  favorites,  the  good  ones,  the  people  who  had  hearts  of  gold  and  were  the  typical  Golden  Children.  Sova,  Sage,  at  times  even  Killjoy,  if  he  could  she  knew  that  he  would  make  the  whole  team  just  like  that.  It  hurts,  it  festers,  it  burns  inside  of  her  chest  like  gasoline  on  a  fire  and  it  comes  out  in  an  explosion  of  knife  like  words.

Before  she  can  stop  herself,  before  it  is  something  that  is  not  said  it  bubbles  out,  spills  over  her  lips  into  the  world  without  thought  or  care.  More  venom,  a  correction,  usually  reserved  to  tease  Cypher  who,  at  times  seemed  to  be  the  only  other  person  to  understand  her,  to  understand  loss  the  way  she  did.

❝Doctor  Callas  or  Doctor  Sabine  Callas  if  you  use  our  real  names.  It  does  not  suit  you  to  be  incorrect.  ❞

Stand  offish  as  her  fingers  delicately  tap  out  a  milimeter  more  coffee  into  the  tablespoon  she  held  in  her  hand.  Dark  ltresses  fall  to  the  side  as  she  tilts  her  head,  a  challenge  as  she  stares  at  the  other  woman  and  narrows  her  eyes  for  only  a  moment.

❝Brimstone  has  me  babysitting  Chamber,  the  rest  of  that  stuff  is  not  my  duty  anymore.  I  may  be  the  third  on  this  team  but  I  am  not  going  out  of  my  way  for  you.  For  anyone  anymore.  We  all  see  what  that  means  for  me,  but  it  is  not  my  fault  you  don't  want  to  get  those  clean  hands  of  yours  a  little  dirty.❞

That  should  be  more  than  enough,  the  pain,  the  hurt  for  her.  The  snake  inside  of  her,  the  monster  is  content  but  it  isn't.  She  can't  help  but,  why  is  she  allowing  herself  to  do  this.  She  can't  it's  there  it  plays  in  her  head,  over  and  over.  It  wasn't  just  her  fault  she  should  not  be  the  only  one  ridden  with  this  guilt,  with  this  immense  pressure  on  her  chest.  

SHE  WAS  PART  OF  IT  TOO  WHY  DOES  SHE  GET  TO  BE  THE  HERO  WHY  CAN'T  SHE  SUFFER  TOO.

Her  head,  her  heart,  her  stomach  it  all  screams  at  once.  She  is  not  Sabine,  Sabine  died  with  Omen,  Sabine  died  with  the  accident  at  her  lab,  over  and  over  and  over  again.  And  one  more  time  when  the  events  of  Fracture  happened.  And  suddenly  it  comes  out  of  her  mouth,  just  like  the  toxins  in  her  screen,  or  in  that  orb  she  carries  around.

❝God  forbid,  you  or  Sova  ever  have  to  do  something  to  tarnish  those  hands  of  yours,  or  get  the  blood  of  the  enemy  on  them  like  Reyna,  Cypher  or  I.  Remember,  you  failed  to  help  me  before,  I  owe  you  nothing  now. ❞

[papillon82fluttersby]

Famous Five Art Nostalgia #LC15

Introductory post

Introduction to ‘Les Cinq’

‘Les Cinq’ Masterpost

🧪🐍🔥 Les Cinq aux rendez-vous du diable – The Famous Five in Deadly Danger

Original publication date: 1978 (France), 1984 (UK)

(Original cover by Claude Pascal, 1978)

In this book, the Five visit Martinique in the West Indies! The title translates to “Five Rendezvous with the Devil”, in reference to their holiday spot in Pointe du Diable, and their many encounters with the story’s villain.

A word of warning: this book sadly reeks of colonialism, relaying sugarcoating clichés such as benevolent White masters being happily tended to by their loyal Black servants. This obviously does not reflect my own views and actually had my skin crawling a few times. I removed any such instances from my summary below but I thought you should be aware of this if you ever want to read the original book. Now that this is said, let’s go!

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Plot summary:

(Disclaimer: All provided translations are my own.)

The Five, along with Mr and Mrs Kirrin, take a flight to Martinique where Mr Kirrin is invited to a scientific congress. The family is hosted by Paul Arnal, a friend and colleague of Mr Kirrin. Dr Arnal is a renowned scientist who’s developing drugs based on the venom of snakes that are native to the island. Dr Arnal is troubled because someone tried to break into his safe a couple of days ago to get their hands on his formulas. The attempt failed, but Dr Arnal suspects one of his rivals, Dr Ragus, of ill repute, who would like to partner with Dr Arnal or, failing that, steal his work to make big money with a pharmaceutical company.

(Dr Paul Arnal)

The Five delight in visiting the major tourist spots on the island, guided by Arnal’s 19-year-old son, Eric.

(Seeing the sights!)

[TRANSLATION: Annie: Eric! Over there... That ruin overlooking the Baie du Trésor, what's that? Eric: Château Dubuch! We'll visit it later... It has a rather sinister reputation.]

The Five also visit Dr Arnal’s laboratory in Pointe du Diable, where they meet Victor, an aging local who’s looking after the lab.

(Victor)

(Timmy is disturbed by the snakes that are kept in the lab for Dr Arnal’s research)

[TRANSLATION: Narrator: A pungent, penetrating smell assailed the children. Timmy growled... George: Hush, Tim... You have nothing to fear. Stay still... Narrator: In large glass cages, some enormous snakes slumbered...]

Dr Arnal invites the children on a trip to Mount Pelée, which is an active volcano, where he regularly goes to find new snakes.

(An exciting trip to Mount Pelée)

[TRANSLATION: Narrator: George and her cousins were delighted with this discovery of the tropical forest... Eric: Look! Mount Pelée is right in front of us! George: Oh, it's not as imposing as I'd imagined... Narrator: One after the other, the two cars turned down a sunken lane...]

Once back to the lab in the evening, they discover that someone attempted to set fire to the building. Their suspicions that Dr Ragus is the culprit are confirmed the next day when Dr Arnal receives an intimidation letter from the same.

(The Five and Eric make plans while enjoying the scenery)

[TRANSLATION: Narrator: That day, while basking in the sun on the beach, the children and Eric made a thousand plans...]

Dr Arnal sets up an increased surveillance at the lab over the next few nights, but when nothing occurs he has to lift this surveillance due to the lack of manpower, leaving only Victor as a watchguard. The Five suspect that the arsonists will take this opportunity to renew their attempt, and they sneak out to the lab to help Victor stand guard.

(The Five sneak out to the lab)

[TRANSLATION: Narrator: So that evening, just as everyone thought they had retired to their rooms for the night, they slipped quietly out of the villa... Anne was none too happy with this biking trip in the dark of the night.]

This turns out to be a good idea, because Ragus and his henchmen do come back to set fire to the lab. The Five and Victor valiantly defend the building. Some of the snakes escape during the fight and Victor gets bitten while retrieving them. George only has time to hurry back to Dr Arnal, who saves Victor with an anti-venom shot.

Ragus makes another attempt to steal Arnal’s formulas at gunpoint a couple of days later on the road to Saint-Pierre, where the scientific congress is hosted. Fortunately, the Five had anticipated this attack and replaced the real papers with fake ones.

But the next morning, the Five get worried when Eric is missing from his hotel room and they find a note left by Ragus, with instructions to bring the formulas he’s looking for to a certain place on Mount Pelée in exchange for Eric.

(Eric is missing!)

[TRANSLATION: Narrator: The little group hurried up the stairs and knocked on their friend's door... Dick: Eric! Eric! Get up, you sleepyhead! Narrator: Anne unthinkingly turned the door handle, and the door opened...]

The Five go on a reconnaissance to Mount Pelée and they spot Ragus and his henchmen hiding near the crater. The children manage to set Eric free and, after taking this information to the police, Ragus and his henchmen are arrested on the next day.

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Cover art through the ages:

(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)

(Original cover art by Claude Pascal, Hachette, 1978)

(Paul Gillon, Hachette, 1994 – pandemonium at the lab!)

(Frédéric Rébéna, Hachette, 2015 – a tense bike ride!)

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Thanks for reading!

[overlordofpoison]

//heres goes nothin//

The small, scrawny butterfly paced back and forth across the room, his wings fluttering behind him, and his heels clicking against the floor when he walked. Living on a leash under Valentino's rule for so long had taught him a thing or two, but a overlord that didn't suck? That wasn't a piece of shit? That was something else. He couldn't blow this. He turned quickly at the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, my stars.. you're.. early. Uhm.. care for some tea?"

He smiled nervously.

@freak-show-fiascos

"Sure! Also, yeah, sorry about being early. I'm kind of used to doing that."

[overlordofpoison]

\\hhhhhh take ur time answerin dis cause i wont be able to respond til tmrw D:\\ He barged into her lab, swinging the doors open and aggressively typing something on his phone. Just being loud in general, really. "Oh Vennnnn! Got news! Not even a day in and I've already sold that shit off to a good group of people. I told you this would be the next big thing, didn't I? Ooooh, I'm so happy!"

@kandy-hearts-candy-store

"Perfectly executed as usual, I see? Let's hope val doesn't find out about us working together.. he'd probably get reaaalll pissy."

[overlordofpoison]

@damian-morningstar

"hey doc"

"Heya kid! What'cha up to?"

[overlordofpoison]

📻“Two bot-le? Bo-le? Poison! To go!”🎙

@xxsmilingdeerxx

"What?? Two.. two bottles of poison to go? Um- i- alright."

[overlordofpoison]

\\was sitting here thinking hmmmmm what if venom met the OTHER butterflies so here i am (im just gonna reply to this w my main bc im lazy)

Sunkist stumbled through the doors of the lab, squeaking in distress. Everything was so DARK in Hell and his eyes were just not having it. Can't see SHIT

"HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE? FOR FUCKS SAKE-" Crashing into something, probably knocking some stuff over. Whoopsies.

\i bet yk who dis is but uh @owaowarrrrr yeahhh

"Jesus fuck- are you alright?"

[overlordofpoison]

I’ll take a vile of your most fatal poison *it slides a stack of cash onto the table*

@the-darkest-radio

"On it!"

[ she grabs it from the shelf, handing the vile to it ]

"Be careful with it, okay?"

[overlordofpoison]

\\im here because SOMEONE wanted me to say smth oughhhh /silly\\ He paced through the halls that led to her lab, frantically waving his hands by his sides, shaking himself in any way to get the jitters out. Fuck, he really didn't want to have to talk to her, not now, not when he was like this, not after he'd fucked up so fucking badly. He walked up to the door and knocked, snatching his hand away quickly and holding it close to his chest. Stars, how would she react? Would things be okay? She seemed fine earlier.. Now he really regretted coming here. "U-uhm.. Ven?" teehee @kandy-hearts-candy-store

[ the door slowly opened, venom revealing herself ]

"Heart! I'm glad you came. Come on in!"

[overlordofpoison]

Hey Do you buy Chemicals? Cause we got a whole lot of them to get rid of.

"I work with chemicals, actually!"

[overlordofpoison]

introductory post!

"oh hey there! you caught me at a good time, im not really working.. wanna chat?"

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HAZBIN OC ASK BLOG!

Venom, a poison dart frog demon, and overlord of poison! Not a member of the Vees, in fact, she hates them! Actually thinks the idea of redemption is smart.

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THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN HAZBIN HOTEL SPOILERS!! The mod (faker) has over 5 years of roleplay experience, and will try to keep the character as accurate to hazbin hotel lore as possible! NO NSFW ASKS, as I am a minor!

I was inspired to make this blog by @luci-duckking and @vox-multimedia (i dont directly know the people who run those blogs, please keep that in mind!)

Main blog is @lemonthecloverwoman btw

Blog tag will be 🧪 Venoms Lab , so if you make art for it, use that!!

Reference for venom

Horns are optional!! they are a headband. Made in picrew!

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Discord server!

[overlordofpoison]

hey. I’m here for the yearly pickup for the Vees.

… like, 4 gallons I think.

— @the-fourth-vee

"Oh, right.. I forgot I have to do this.. here."

[ she grabbed it and then handed it to you ]

[overlordofpoison]

Let's be gay~

Im going to fuck you with my giant dick

You little prick

When I cum

And it pull it out your ass

the shit will run

You bet-ter not cum

***i can't wait***

"Val definitely sent you after me.. I'm gonna kill that fucker.. and rip his pretty moth wings off and put them in ACID while vox watches."