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A sort of mad scientist AU where Y/N is, of course, a mad scientist. You suffer from chronic illness and you are desperate to make your experiments work but you struggle without help. You refuse to take on a human assistant out of a desire to not be treated as lesser--as if you can't conduct great, horrific experiments like the other crazed scientists. You stubbornly set yourself to work without any such succor in your tower and the days pass, wearing heavily on your soot marked hands and aching, waning body.
A solution appears right at your feet one evening while rummaging around for some material in the grimy streets (dead animals, toxic waste--the usual to carry out unethical tests) and discover two abandon animatronics in the back alley, left to rot and turn to rust. There's close to zilch hope for the two but you're not a mad scientist for no reason. You drag the endoskeletons home before prompting collapsing for a day or two after overextending yourself and paying the price.
Once you get your strength back (and cursing your weakness) you turn all your effort to cleaning and preparing the endoskeletons. The celestial model of the animatronics would be helpful in your work, no? One after the solar ball of gas which beams heat and light onto the world and the other after the gray rock which brightens the night and tugs on the tides. Sun and Moon. You solder wires and revamp the servos. You hold and handle the limbs and heads of the animatronics as if they were sleeping. Soon, they will wake.
There's just one problem. They need a spark. Not a bit of ember from fire or the first crack of electricity from a splitting fork of lightning. A spark of life. And you contain such material within yourself. It's dangerous to lord over life and play god, but you need them.
The night storms when you prepare the animatronics with their chassis open, lying down on tables. You are steady despite the buzz in your veins in the face of the most dangerous experiment you have conducted yet. With these two are your side, there will be many to come. You spill your blood, split away two pieces of your pulsing core, and set two tiny sparks of life from your beating heart into the animatronics. Your head spins with pain and hope. The hum of servos whirling to life touches your eardrums. A great rumble of thunder shakes the tower. Your vision is slowly swallowed by darkness as you start to collapse but before you fall, two glowing pairs of eyes open.
When you wake, you're in your bed, in the dark, and your chest is bandaged. You hardly have the strength to touch the blood-stains soaking into the gauze but a silver and blue hand stops you. Red eyes pierce you at your bedside, a dark personage holding your wrist. Standing on the other end of your bed is a tall figure with ghostly pale optics falling over you. Dread fills your marrow at what exactly you brought back from death. A raspy voice raises a question. Who are you?
The animatronics. They're alive. They want answers, and you are more than willing to supply them. You give a very detailed, breathy response about how this all came to be, and when you propose that they become your assistants in your endeavors, they silently share a glance and nod in unison.
Though you fear you got off to a rough start with them putting you into bed after making sure your heart was still beating, they prove to be everything you want—and more. They have no desire to return to whoever tossed them to the street and left them as scrap metal, and you finally have extra hands to hold together metal contraptions and nimble fingers to set the exact scalpel blade size you need in your hand when cutting into a carcass.
They do not infantilize you in your sickness, much to your aching relief. Sun, however, is poignant in reminding you that pushing yourself past your energy capability, such as walking into town and dragging back a metallic frame for a killing contraption, will result in you needing a day of recovery. Moon sharply remarks that willingly subjecting yourself to an overnight of experimenting with beating hearts and lightning strikes will most likely cause a pain flare, but they never stop you. They never decide for you. They see you—not the unending illness clawing at your edges and leaving its marks on your flesh.
Though you learn to manage yourself better—for science, of course. You request Sun's assistance for lifting heavy plates into place before you bolt and screw them down. He's all too cheerful to lend a hand. When it grows late, you allow Moon to lead you to bed before the fire in your muscles becomes a roaring inferno. He tells you softly that he's been recording the number of good and bad days you have, and that your flare-ups don't appear as often when you have a full night's rest. Your assistants are pleased—with the improvement in your experiments, of course.
It's rare, but sometimes you'll catch an odd sentence or two from Sun about where they were before, and how much nicer it is here. You give them much. You don't shout or throw things at them. He lays a hand over his chassis and smiles. Moon will look at you sometimes, and when you ask why he's staring, he says that you have never raised a hand to them. It's strange. He thought all mad scientists were the same. He's glad to be wrong.
You're glad they're with you too. Your science has never been madder and you don't lay through bad days alone anymore. You don't like talking about your chronic illness. The discussions you've had in the past with peers and professors revolved around how you're handling it and what it's doing to you today. Can you still do your work? It's not mad or experimental or new—it's just sad. Other people think you're sad and pitiful, and you would rather die trying to conduct a hazardous experiment than ever stop to tend to yourself.
Sun and Moon learn to take your mutters and curses in stride when another flare-up hits. They ask questions occasionally, wondering how long you've lived with this and if it would ever be cured but they seem to already suspect the answer. Sure, you've tried several times to manufacture an antidote to whatever poison sits in your veins, but such endeavors have only ended with you waking up, lying in your own vomit. They don't give you pity, not like the others have. No, Sun holds your hand between his large digits and asks if you've eaten anything yet. Moon touches your shoulder when you stare out of the circular window in your tower and asks if he can walk you to your bed.
They need you, and they know what great work you're doing here, crafting weapons of mass destruction, simmering glowing liquids, and putting together new creations—not like them, no. Nothing compares to your assistants.
#mad scientist au#i just don't know what this is exactly but it's here so take it#mad scientist!reader#assistant!sun#assistant!moon#be a shame if y/n did try to make a third lovely assistant animatronic but used a thread of their mind instead of a spark from their heart#haha just kidding#unless...#this mad work
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Absolutely nobody can tell me Jayvik isn’t canon after the finale, is there anything gayer than your partner being doomed by the narrative and all you’ve wanted for a while now is to have him back and in his final moments you embrace him and rest your foreheads together and refuse to leave him alone and he is doomed already but you choose to doom yourself out of love and loyalty to him because you’d rather be doomed with him than go on without him, like isn’t that the entire point, we are doomed because we love, you guys, they are so in love with each other, they are so canon, you guys, you guys-
#I feel like an annoying little cousin at a family gather surrounded by all the ‘big kids’ trying to get their attention#and tell them all about this cool show I’m watching or smth idk#bro bro what if we were doomed by the narrative together#and we were both boys#haha just kidding#unless…#doom doesn’t look like a real word anymore#I should go to bed#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane act 3#arcane finale#Arcane spoilers#jayce talis#viktor#jayvik
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all three together! 💚💙🧡
(sorry for the repost, I just like seeing finished series all together)
#somebody talk to me about what art movements and artists i relate to the dream team or ill cry#haha just kidding#unless...#dteamblr#dream team#dreamwastaken#dreamblr#georgenotfound#gnf#404blr#sapnap#pandasblr#my art#???? kind of ????#i do irl collage too so ill count it el oh el#collage
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I have become such a negative person
#GRRRD..#WHEATLEYS BETRAYED US AND POISONED OUR CROPS#haha just kidding#kidding around guys!#i am heartbroken btw.. just a little bit#😛#portal 2#wheatley#art#wheatley portal fanart#android wheatley
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Sup babe, guess what I finally did
#yep it’s the fic yall have been waiting for#finally posted the first chapter#now yall can wait another year for the second one!#haha just kidding#imma try to update frequently and shit#but yeah here it is#the Simon fic#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#same coin theory#simon pines#son of stan#son of stan au
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you're rubbing off on me
#stressmonster101#iskall85#hermitblr#hermitcraft 10#stresskall#haha just kidding#unless..?#look i can take only so much flirting before i start to ship a motherfucker
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Me: I honestly don’t get parasocial relationships. That singer is not your friend. Don’t call that author by their first name. Your favorite YouTuber doesn’t know you and probably wouldn’t care to. Just consume their media and move on. Their work can be important to you, but you won’t be important to them. Just be normal.
Dropout and Dimension20: *exists*
Me: The only thing stopping me and Brennan Lee Mulligan from being the very best of friends is that we’ve never actually met.
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he kill
#why do i keep drawing ordan#i guess i just don't have much stuff that i wanna draw recently#if the pose looks weird that's probably because i seriously don't have anything in mind#so um#i guess im just gonna let him do whatever#also should look at more posing reference#if i don't wanna look up reference when i pose something at least i should have some reference already in mind#haha just kidding#i know im not gonna do that in the next 3 months#(sigh)#warframe#warframe ordan karris#my art
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hey tim… just saying… there were a lot of shots of buck and eddie on that car…. would be a shame if something happened
#haha just kidding#unless 👀#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#911 8x08#911 abc#911 show
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Selphie, whenever she makes a suggestion to the group:
#we should skin him and wear his fur as a coat!#haha just kidding#unless...#Selphie#Selphie Tilmitt#FFVIII#Final Fantasy VIII#Final Fantasy
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what if we held hands.....
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this's some weird shit but whatever, since cringe culture is dead...
(a little bit of)
BILL CIPHER x READER
Bill Cipher: the name whispered in hushed terror, synonymous with an otherworldly fixation. He is a powerful demon, he could have any dimensions that he wanted, could have ANYTHING but really.. all that he wants and craves is you.
He hates humans, he thinks they're like ants, but you? oh, you.. you're just the most perfect thing he've ever laid eyes on.. All he wanna do is to love you forever (because he can't die yk)
But u just won't fall for him! he had literally done EVERYTHING, cleaned ur house, maked u (the best) company, he even covered himself in deer tooths only for YOU!! but u just won't fall for his tries.. Well, he'll keep trying anyways, he has the whole eternity, and after all, he's the only one in this universe that can truly (love) appreciate u very dearly... You just need to learn to love him too~
#bill cipher × reader#bill cipher#the book of bill#bill cipher headcanons#gravity falls#fanfic#he watches you sleep#billford#haha just kidding#submit to him#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#soos ramirez
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PLEASE where is the full image where Achilles is behind Patroclus and grabbing his chin and smiling PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BEGGING SCREAMING CRYING PLEASE
I don't think I'm allowed to post that here
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#rick and morty#rick sanchez#i want him to do unspeakable things to me#haha just kidding#(not kidding)
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If Insomniac's Spider-Man 2 doesn't inspire the most egregious and devastating Parksborn angst, then I'm waging war on the fandom.
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