#Scientist character

[sshonuu]

How much did my art improve?

(The one in the green was drawn in February, the scientist was drawn a week ago)

(btw, me and @feburra are the same person! It's just for my art, while this one is for my thoughts)

[feburra]

Finally drew my OC/fan character in SCP Foundation! Still don't know, if he should be called dr. stone or dr. high....

[dinosus]

"Metal-heart: Genesis" ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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Meet "Riven," a product of a cybernetic experiment that blurred the line between humanity and machine. He wasn't born like this—he was rebuilt. Once a decorated soldier, Riven’s body was salvaged after a catastrophic battlefield incident, his remaining flesh fused with bleeding-edge tech. The world calls him an unstoppable weapon; to him, he's a man chasing the shreds of his own soul. Android x Scientist! Reader

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Riven wasn’t rebuilt just to survive. You had a singular mission in mind—a near-impossible goal that required a being more machine than man.. 🔧When you first rebuilt Riven, he was a shell—his voice was monotone, his eyes hollow. He followed your instructions like a machine, rarely speaking unless prompted. There were no pleasantries, no “thank yous,” only blunt, mechanical efficiency.

"Where do you need me? Give the order."

You weren’t sure if he resented you for saving him or if he was simply beyond caring.

🔧The first time you saw Riven react with emotion was over something small. Maybe you handed him a repaired piece of gear without saying anything, and he muttered under his breath:

"This fits better. Guess you’re learning." It was so unexpected, you almost dropped your tools. He had just teased you. Slowly but surely, his wit started creeping through the cracks.

🔧Riven watches you work constantly. At first, it’s unnerving—those cold, calculating eyes fixed on your every movement. But you realize it’s not mistrust; he’s studying you, learning how you work, because he doesn’t understand why you’d care so much about him.

"You don’t need to fix me perfectly every time, Doc. I’m built to break."

"I don’t leave work unfinished, Riven. Sit still."

🔧One night, while fine-tuning his neural systems, you stumbled on a corrupted memory file. For a split second, his guard dropped—you heard snippets of his past, his voice raw and human. He didn’t lash out or shut down; instead, he stared ahead and said quietly:

"....Don’t look at me like that, you can’t fix this part of me."

You didn’t push him, but that night, you left a blanket over his chair when you finished your work. He noticed.

🔧Riven isn’t good with words when it comes to care, but his actions speak volumes. If you’ve been up too long working, he’ll stand behind you and lean down to mutter:

"Go to sleep, Doc. This thing will still be here when you wake up." And if you protest, you’ll find your tools taken out of your hands as he shuts the lab lights off himself.

🔧Riven takes your safety personally. If you’re ever in danger—whether from mercenaries, drones, or even a collapsing building—his instinct is to shield you first and fight second. He does it silently, but there’s an edge of urgency in his voice:

"You don’t get to die, Doc. Not after all this."

🔧When he returns damaged—gashes through metal plating, his synthetic skin frayed—you scold him like a concerned parent.

"You think you’re invincible, don’t you? Sit down, Riven." He doesn’t argue. He just stares at you with that unreadable expression and lets you work, the tension in his shoulders easing as your hands mend him.

Sometimes he mutters under his breath when you’re too focused: "Your hands don’t shake anymore. You’ve gotten good at this."

🔧Riven can be sarcastic, sometimes even darkly humorous. He throws comments your way that only someone who trusts you would dare say.

"So what’s the verdict today, Doc? Am I still pretty, or did you make me uglier?"

"You’ve always been pretty, Riven. Just sit still before I lose my grip."

🔧You’ve learned to give it back to him. He actually smirks when you push back because it reminds him he’s not just a weapon to you.

"Riven, I swear if you tear that neural wire again—"

"Relax, Doc. I’ll give you something to fix tomorrow. Wouldn’t want you to get bored."

🔧Some nights, when you’re both too exhausted to pretend otherwise, you sit in the dim light of the lab. Riven leans back against a wall or your workbench, his voice softer than usual.

"Do you ever wonder what’s next, after all this?"

"After defeating the [enemy]? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll open a coffee shop."

"…I don’t drink coffee, Doc."

"Then you’re not invited." Moments like these remind him he’s still allowed to dream, even if he doesn’t believe he’ll live long enough to see it.

🔧One day, you started playing music while working, and to your shock, Riven quietly remarked:

"I remember this song." He didn’t elaborate, but from then on, music became a constant in your lab. It’s your way of reminding him there’s still beauty in the world.

🔧If you’re ever injured, Riven loses his composure. He doesn’t rage or panic—he focuses, taking you somewhere safe and patching you up with an efficiency that mirrors your own care for him. He doesn’t yell, but his voice is strained.

"You’re the one who’s supposed to keep me in one piece, not the other way around." He's a worrywart.

🔧When faced with an impossible situation—when enemy’s forces close in and the odds are bleak—you and Riven have a way of grounding each other.

"You don’t have to stay with me for this, Riven."

"And leave you to screw it all up? Not happening, Doc. We’re finishing this together."

🔧Riven may be a weapon, but to you, he’s so much more. You remind him of his humanity, even when he feels like there’s nothing left. In return, he’s your shield—the one constant in your dangerous life.

He calls you “Doc” or “the genius.” On rare, quiet occasions, he says your name.

You see him not as a machine, but as a man trying to piece himself back together—much like you’ve rebuilt his body.

At the heart of it all, you’re each other’s anchor. Riven fights because you gave him purpose. You fight because he gave you someone worth believing in.

🔧Riven would never admit it out loud, but you are the first person who’s ever seen him as something other than a weapon. And for that, he’ll burn the entire world down if it means keeping you safe.

"You fixed me once, Doc. But you’re the only reason I haven’t fallen apart again." In this fallen world, you made him- your anchor.

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A/n : new prompt :D yay i tried :') part 2 ? also credits go to original artist who created that kick-ass design of Riven !

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ignore these yay :D

[valentine-cafe]

Im back again to show love to my wife 🥰🥰🥰 even though she has another man’s name attached to hers …

Asking Rishi…. No, DEMANDING Rishima to make-out with m!reader who’s really selfish (not to mention an ass) and has an oral fixation and just starts kissing and biting at her neck and LEGIT ANYWHERE HE COULD LATCH HIS MOUTH ONTO (his little fangies can draw little bit of blood if you’d like!) then it turning into smthg else 👀

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima / university student male reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x male!reader, ⊹ ۪

“you’re so fucking impatient.”

“well pardon my depravity, professor singhania.”

she lets out a low groan at your mock of her title. fingers coiling into your hair as she tilts her head back. fluttering her magenta eyes at the way your lips pepper along her skin and your fangs graze her neck strewn in bite marks.

if someone stepped through the doorways of her classroom and saw this. saw her squirming on her student’s lap while he steered his hips up into her. dark panties hanging around her ankle and shirt rolled up over her tits - surely she’d cause a scandal.

the mere idea of the risk shoots a shiver through her and her walls flutter around your cock once more. tightening when you have the nerve to mock her again.

“so fucking tight. what’s your age again?”

“shut up or I’ll fail you for your next exam.”

she hisses against your ear. her own teeth clamping down on your ear as she rolls her hips down roughly. rumbling a groan from the base of your throat.

in retaliation your nails dig crescents into the pale skin of her hips and force her down further. bucking your hips up roughly and accentuating the wetness of her quivering cunt. the number of times your professor as creamed herself all over your lap.

rishima mewls. her head limping into your shoulder and giving you access to kiss around the side of her neck once more. sinking your fangs into her skin and listening to the way she gasps.

“sure you will - you really gonna fail me huh? really gonna fail this dick?”

a sharp smack fills the room as your hand claps against her ass. gripping it tightly and forcing her thighs open so that she takes your rough thrusts. the way you make her bounce on your cock like a ragdoll.

“f-fuck - ah - nghh doll -”

“yeah that’s what I thought.”

your harsh pants coupled with her mewls and moans leave a tightness in your abdomen. you seek to bite down on her shoulder again in an attempt to control yourself. wishing to make her cum again before you even dreamed of it.

“c-come on professor. just one more. you can do that for me yeah? just one more.” you encourage. shivering at the way she pants and kisses the crook of your neck. probably drooling all over your collar.

you force her hips down so that you bottom out. grunting at way she squeezes you - as though trying to milk you first. but you grip at her supple flesh and ram your thrusts shallowly. aiming for that one spot that you know makes her eyes roll back.

you wish you could see it.

it doesn’t take too long for rishima to clench around you. stimming one of your underside veins before she’s cumming once more. grasping and whining into you as she attempts to needily stutter her hips.

“desperate whore,” you pant. fingers coiling around her dark hair to yank her face closer to yours. press your lips to hers and stick your tongue down her mouth.

all so that she can swallow your moans just like her greedy cunt takes your loads of cum that fill her up for the umpteenth times.

and she kisses you so needily. so messily. whining and whimpering into your lips as you both hump and grind into one another haphazardly.

something told you she wouldn’t fail you after all.

[ask-world-shift]

Intro Post

....

Oh..?

Oh! FINALLY!

After all of these attempts at making a machine to do this, I've finally done it!

Hello everyone! (I think I'll name you the Sky People, it just feels right.) I'm Sabre, and I'll be logging my adventures in this strange realm that I've stumbled across. Who knew that portals could take you to such strange places?

[starryayy]

Oc art I think you guys might like her!! Her name is Vial!!

Doodles under cut!

[kspeciale]

The FINAL character illustration for my book - Dr. Thatch Vandenberg. You’ll find out who he is if you read the book (which is slowly but surely coming along, and will be getting published soon, so stay tuned!)

[pulled-clown-pork]

I think I just accidentally made my new favorite oc, he's so simple but silly

[happ1edt]

Skady 1f1t / Headcanon Character Design on Roblox Spray Paint

[scurvyboy]

au where fiddleford decided to start forgiving and stop forgetting way earlier in his life and is just a cool guy that is bad at hiding the fact that he knows things

[quarkfancam]

its my first day at ds9 high school hope they dont notice im straight

[sshonuu]

I absolutely despise how scientists are represented in the media. Like no bro, I don't wanna read another story of a violent scientist with syringes, who's mad and cruel, THAT'S BORING! At least try to make it interesting, giving them something unique. Because, there's already enough just violent and cruel scientists, to the point where I reject almost all my universes that contain a bad lab. Like hell, I don't want to make another cliche... Plus it's boring to write.

[feburra]

I know, I'm not a professional artist, but I'd like to share my OC. He's literally based on Touch-tone telephone, lol

(I know that fingers are drawn poorly, I'll try to do better next time.)

(I want now to create a character, who's a conspiracy theorist, but I have no idea how they'll look...)

[wardensantoineandevka]

Warden Antoine is so funny for being someone who will make a stirring declaration about how the Wardens have an opportunity to reach for a future in which they are dedicated to protecting and restoring and nurturing the life and landscapes lost to the Blight, that it is their duty and it will give them purpose as they reckon with the end of Archdemons, then immediately provide you with like three hundred pounds of explosives he personally developed from scratch so you can blow something up for him

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a black forest cake and a red bean bun please?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about them being naked in bed with only a thin see-through robe on. And you're laying down between them, your head resting against Meng Yao's thighs and your legs being spread open by Rishima's body. You're their pretty little thing that they'll indulge whenever you want!! But you just want them!!:(((And Meng Yao will pick up one of her special brownies. Her brownies she made herself, with the help of a certain flower in her garden. She'll hold the brownie up to your mouth to let you take a bite from it and then lean over to let Rishima have a bite herself. Give it a few moments before your body starts to feel hotter and the throb between your legs becomes unbearable. And then Rishima has become very earnest about fucking your face with her cunt! Putting her full weight down in your face as she rolls her hips back and forth, only using your neck as a handle and occasionally tugging at your nipples.

Meng Yao doesn't mind switching sides, she took the last bite of the brownie, and she just loves how your wet pussy twitches and flutters against hers, how two throbbing clits rubbing together feels like. She definitely doesn't mind the way yours and Rishima's tits jiggle from her rough grinding. Besides, you both asked for the brownies too, and she would never have a problem making more!

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima & mèng yáo ⊹ ۪ ࣪

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x reader, grim reaper x reader, cw: aphrodisiacs, smut, rough grinding, nipple play, clit play ꒱

mèng yáo would slot her legs amongst yours. firmly grinding her hips against yours just as rishima grinds against your mouth - albeit more messily.

“fuck,”

rishima whines. if only for her noises to be quickly sated by mèng yáo’s lips. who leans over and kisses her so messily. threading a hand into his dark hair. their hips synch, and you’re left spluttering.

“doing so good. so so good. my pretty girls, hmm?”

mèng yáo reaches to cup and squeeze at rishima’s breast, flicking her nipple around her thumb while her other hand reaches to caress your side and then swirl two fingers around your pulsing clit. your whines into rishi’s cut combined with the stimulation from the grim reaper leaves her gasping and cumming all over your face not too long after.

“mèng. . .” the scientist breathes out against her lips so desperately. bucking into your face.

the mere idea of them being all over one another right over you - combined with the pleasure on your cunt leaves you squirting not too long after. if only to whine when mèng yáo swipes it up with her fingers and stuffs your own cum back into it. followed by heated strokes into your sweet spot.

“both so sensitive,” she murmurs, moving her lips down to kiss at your chest while she continues to hold rishima by the hair.

and when you both whimper and nod in agreement, the woman smiles and continues on with her sweet pleasure on both of your quivering bodies.

[zorangezest]

Shockwave somewhere off in the corner with starscream watching this personality swap unfold that he caused somehow

HOLD ON. YOU’RE RIGJT. SHOCKWAVE DEFINITELY CAUSED ALL OF THIS

you inspired me to make this comic why is this becoming an actual au why does this stupid blucking au have lore I’m going to cry