#ask the mad doctors

[themaddoctorappreciationclub]

I noticed that you like both Danny AOD and Alfrd Mad Father. I'd like to propose that they are besties in this universe, trading stolen eyeballs like marbles or something. They got compatible vibes yknow

Dr. Danny looks up from his papers, which he seems to have doodled a few drawings on, smiling. "Yes, you could say we are friends! We did have our little... odd encounter, when we first met. Don't you remember that, Dr. Drevis?"

The mad father nods, brushing the hair of his latest doll as he explains "I find Dr. Danny's false eye to be marvelous. It looks like a beautiful doll eye, but with the extra bonus of it's own form of liveliness. It's something that will never have to change, if he doesn't want it to... Preserving it's perfection. Of course, he does have other glass eyes to switch it out with, each equally as marvelous. I am afraid, when we first met, I might've come off a bit... strongly... about my thoughts on his eye."

Danny nods, looking down at the paper in his hands. Drawings of various eyes, doll designs, and other related topics cover it. "You did, but after some thought, I am not sure I mind. At least you only have praises for it, unlike others who have mentioned my glass eye. Plus, we both have the love of beautiful peepers in common. I am glad you are letting me help you on your next project, by the way." Dr. Drevis chuckles, finishing with the doll's hair, before placing her on the shelf. "It is not a problem, Dr. Danny. You truly have an eye for beautiful designs. In fact, if I can find the right subject, I would like to make a gift for you. I know how much you like a very particular pair of eyes..."

[tardis-technician]

this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] punch through an azbantium wall

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[layton-heritage-posts]

How have you, of all people, only NOW learned about the confirmation of nwos???

For the last few days I've been trying to spend less time online and CLEARLY that's not an option I have anymore.

[redrumrose]

Bliss

[cherry-pop-elf]

Eyes For You

Dr. Jack Griffin x Reader

Authors Note: No one asked for this. No one wanted this. But I wanted it. It’s my emotional support film and god dammit I love this insane Twink.

Sum: You were waiting for your husband to return home from a trip out with some friends. But something went bump in the night. You were no coward, and investigated. Maybe you should have been a coward

Warnings: 18+/Violence, attempted kidnapping, Unhinged madness (you signed up for exactly that anyway), Jack being EXTREMELY protective of you, unethical science, blood, babygirling horror

“Jacky? That you?” You spoke into the darkness. You had to ask. You heard a noise, and well he’s Jack. He likes to pull pranks, and is also a little bit hard to….see….So it’s easier to call than poke around.

There wasn’t a response, however. Even he couldn’t help it but giggle, whenever he tried to pull something sneaky on you. That’s how much he adored you. Unable to keep himself wrapped up enough to follow through. Just to excited to see your laughing face.

Many would have probably stayed in their room. Maybe even call some kind of authorities. You? Well for one calling the cops doesn’t work when you are married to a man like Jack. Also, what’s scarier than Griffin?

So, here you are. You climbed out of bed, stole your husband’s robe, and snuck yourself outside of your shared bedroom. Through the familiar halls of the manor, with a candleholder in hand.

“I swear if someone broke in here, again, I’ll butcher them myself.” You would huff, as you would walk down the stairs. Had a bit of a history of people not knowing when to mind their own business. You came from a well off family, and that was how you and Jack even met. Your father had a medical issue, and Jack was able to solve it. Was hired to be the family doctor, and was able to be given funding for his experiments.

You couldn’t stop your dreamy smile. The memories of how excited he was to share what he discovered to you. How someone was willing to listen his endless rambles. He didn’t love you for the financial prosperities. He loved you because you wanted him to succeed. Was like a fairy tale.

“Whoever’s in my house better get out. I’m not afraid to get violent!” You shouted, as you kicked the door open. Certainly startled the man in your kitchen. Not every day someone actually confronts the one who breaks in.

“I don’t care who you are. Get out of my house. My husband will be home any minute now, and I rather not clean up blood stains at this hour.” The intruder sure was confused at how causal your violent mannerisms were. You kinda picked up a thing or two from a mad scientist.

“Sure he is. I’ve never seen a man come in or out of your house. But I’ve certainly seen plenty of fancy equipment. You’ve got money-“ And he was soon raising a gun at you. “And I have a feeling your daddy will pay plenty to get you back.” He warned.

Not the first time someone did this. But it was the first time someone actually go into your house. Luckily, your husband doesn’t marry himself anyone dumb. You blew out your candle, and the world was casted in darkness.

He fired, in a attempt to hit you, but you were already running. You ran, and tried to think of where would be the best place to go. Should you lock yourself in your husbands lab? What about running outside? Should you risk going upstairs, and getting a better weapon? You tried to think fast, but a bullet finally landed its mark.

You have a yelp of pain, as you were soon falling to the ground. A bullet right in your leg, and your only means of any defense was clattering out of reach. Just left to bleed in the hallway. The portraits of your friends, and family, left to just watch as your attacker found you. The moonlight casting a terrifying glow over his masked features.

“Well that was easy. Husband still coming to save you?” He mocked, as you were left to try and crawl away. Just taunting you, as he knew you couldn’t stand. You suppose this was poetic justice. You were now the victim, and you now had a mad man above you.

There was also something else above you. The rise of the candle holder you had lost in the fall. The darkness made it impossible for the attacker to see, but your angle had the moonlight sparkling on it. The gold a beacon of hope, as it was raised above his head.

“Maybe I should enjoy myself. Damaged goods are still goods, aren’t they?” He cackled at you. Just saw you as nothing more than a damsel of meat to enjoy, and oh did that made your husband growl.

“HANDS OFF MY DARLING!” And down it came. The attacker was down on the ground, wondering how he was hit. Was just left to watch, in horror, as the candle holder was held up by nothing at all. To just watch it come down and hit him over and over.

And over.

And over.

And over.

The blood was pooling. So much splatter, that you could make out your husbands shape. To see the defined features he held. Like his nose, the scars in his flesh, and how his face was in a scowl. He was not one to cross. His own partner, in his own home? Needles to say you’ll need to buy a candle holder.

“Jacky-!” Despite the pain in your leg you were raising your hands up. Eager to be held by your savior. No care for the blood, as you saw it in a cruel justification. Your husband saved you, and you needed to be held.

“My darling-“ He swooned, as you were scooped into his arms. Held close to his chest, and safe in his hidden embrace. With whispers of comfort, as you were quickly taken to his private lab. Safe, and to be treated.

“Oh darling, I should have hurried home sooner.” He was quick to blame himself. The only time he ever seemed to accept blame, really. If you were in harms way he takes guilt with out a second thought. Anything else? Never his fault. He really put you above himself. Above science. Above world dominate. Everything was beneath you.

“Jacky, hush. I’m ok now. You are here now.” You tried to calm him, as he would tend to your leg. Careful calculations. You didn’t even need to see his face to know those once white eyebrows were knitted close together. That he would be sticking his tongue out the corner of rosey lips. To have his violet eyes narrowed to make sure he pulled out the bullet just right.

He made sure you were as pampered as possible, while soothing your wound. Made sure it was cleaned, and patched, what have you. Muttering away at himself about the the annoyance of mankind. The normal.

“I’ll deal with him in the morning. Along with the mess I left behind. Greymatter is all over the walls.” He laughed, as he would proceed to use a wet cloth to clean up the blood off his body. To once again vanish into nothingness.

Call yourself insane, but you swore you could always tell where he was. Maybe being exposed to him for so long has caused you to develop some kind of second hand effects. Maybe you just held a bond with him like no other. You didn’t know. You just knew that you didn’t need to see him to see him, as cheesey as it was.

“You better. My word, you bent that holder into a spiral. I swear-“ You teased, as you were scooped into his arms again. Just a floating bundle of warmth and love. Certainly would cause the strangest of sight to those who were unaware. Which is most of the population. As far as anyone knew you were a widow. That typically keeps people from wanting your hand, but not always.

“He dare lay a hand on you. To harm you. To think he could….Oh his organs would be useless for science. I’m certain they are as dead as his brain is mush. Even his body is no use!” He ranted on, as he would bring you back upstairs.

You both knew his body would be used for some experiment, but the emotions are what matter. Had you nuzzling your face in his neck, with whispers of kisses. The only thing to sooth his raging heart.

“Jacky, let’s get some sleep. I know you had a busy weekend with your friends.” That had him finally stop his muttering. For you, he would defy the laws of nature. Suppose getting some sleep will be what he could offer, tonight anyway.

You would be laid down, as if a maiden by her knight, as he went to get into some sleep clothes. Such as some boxers, and a old shirt he had back when he wasn’t the madman he was today.

It always was so funny to watch, no matter how many times it’s been witnessed. To just see a floating set of clothes. It always had you smiling. To have his mannerism so memorized that you can still imagine them. The way he would sassily rest a hand on his hip, as he paced in thought. To how he would run his fingers through his white hair.

“Jacky….Bed.” You gentler cooed. Was followed by a sigh, from him, as that invisible hand would lift up the blankets. Now a indentation on the bed. All you need to find him. To find him, and snuggle into his chest.

“Welcome home.” You yawned. Safe in his arms again. To feel his scared fingers rub your back, as he would treasure you close. With literal invisible kisses to your face. As if it would be a cure to all your worries. Suppose he was right, they were.

“So good to be home again, darling.” He returned, as you could feel his breathing relax. To have his burning heart cooled. You were the very thing that kept him away from the world. The draw bridge of civilization and a apocalypse.

Maybe if you get bored enough, one day, you’ll lower that bridge.

[charmac]

I don’t have Twitter - is there drama in the Rob employee circle 😳

It's so convoluted at this point but in short, Rob hired this woman Brittani to handle his social media/general PR as part of his company, More Better, back in November of 2023, and in September she revealed she was no longer with him. Since then, she's been tweeting (and then deleting) a lot of stuff shading him.

Honestly a lot of her anger seemed in good faith: he's a rich cishet white guy and this isn't a TV set (which afaik people have only ever had good things to say about Rob's sets), it's an "actual" business, and given Rob's general PR (and the fact that no one likes Adim or cares about More Better), it was definitely a contentious job where I'm sure Rob felt like he could just shut down anything she said or did that he didn't 100% agree with.

The thing is, after 2 months, she is continuing to tweet (and delete) random vagues about Rob's character and morals, but has not actually said anything about what happened to her/with him (despite continually saying she is going to talk about it). Instead, she's just engaging with shitposts from actual children on Sunnytwit

So now Bryan, the VP of More Better (and RCG's former assistant, turned creative executive, on Sunny (and my oomf)) is posting gifs kind of mocking her tweets about Rob and moving on from him...

It's all very high school drama, honestly, and both of these people graduated college in the 00s so it's just lowkey funny... (And Rob still follows Brittani ,but I'm gonna say he's hopefully too busy making us good Mac content to give a fuck about all this)

[crabussy]

several months ago, I went to a checkup appointment with a specialist doctor for a condition I have and told her that my joints and leg muscles hurt a lot. IMMEDIATELY she was like "yeah you have low bone density, we're switching your meds" and within 10 minutes I was given new meds. I asked to do a scan for bone density and she just. refused???

anyway um! several months later! my new meds have done almost nothing to help, my previous symptoms which are not supposed to happen with meds are back, my joints still hurt a lot, and I'm constantly miserable due to pain. my dad did some research out of curiosity and it turns out that LOW BONE DENSITY DOES NOT CAUSE JOINT PAIN OR MUSCLE PAIN. SHE CHANGED MY MEDS FOR NO FUCKING REASON. I HAVE BEEN IN PAIN FOR MONTHS BECAUSE SHE KEPT SAYING "just wait it out" BUT NOTHING EVER GOT BETTER.

so I'm back on my old meds now and just. man. moral of the story ALWAYS push for tests. make sure your doctors know what they're talking about. you know your body best. I told my parents the entire time that the meds weren't working and they didn't believe me. please please listen to yourself and double check everything you can!!!!!!!

[doctorcranes-ask]

Edward and I have a visitor..Say hello, Jervis.

Hello, Jonathan's friends!

They aren't my- oh whatever. send him asks, I suppose.

[genderkoolaid]

I'm an AFAB transfem and I feel so strongly that transfem and transmasc aren't tied to AGAB but gosh it's like the whole world disagrees. I can't be with cis people because they just see me as cis, I can't be with trans people because they see me as either a horrible person appropriating trans womanhood or a poor sad transmasc in denial. I can't be with nonbinary people half the time, as they say, "why can't you just be trans AND fem?" no, I'm transfem. I hope more ppl realise I fucking exist

!! yeah!!

it's hard explaining it like no im not detransitioning and i am a femboy but it's not the same as just being a feminine trans guy. i think people hear AFAB transfem and think like. generic cis woman who wants to feel special instead of a trans person with a complex relationship to womanhood and femininity that is inherently trans and can't be understood any other way. & same goes for AMAB transmascs ofc! these are not experiences that can be reduced down to whatever explanation is easier for other people to understand. for me it puts me in the weird position of feeling like I don't really fit into either transmasc or transfem community even though both terms fit me and I have experiences that make me relate to both groups. But once again the multigender angst of "being both means i can't be either" returns lol

[teka-chat]

This is for me, but I thought it might be useful to others so here it is : basically an over-20-page-long catalogue of some major Disney toons that are in the Public Domain, their associated copyright-free media, and lists of associated Disney trademarks, when applicable. List of characters under the cut !

Toons included :

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Pete

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Fanny Cottontail

Ortensia the Cat

Clarabelle Cow

Horace Horsecollar

Julius the Cat

and as a bonus :

Mad Doctor

Alice ( from the Alice Comedies )

If you noticed i went missing on January 1st, this is why ! I've been hard at work day and night on this beast of a 27-page document ( with an additional 7 sub-documents for the trademark information, if you care about that ).

This is mostly just to have everything in one place. You decide what you do with it ! ( I know what I'm doing with it hehe. )

[themaddoctorappreciationclub]

Does Asa Emory count as a mad doctor? His “surgeries” are more.. recreational? But he’s an entomologist.

Why, yes! He does count as a mad doctor. A mad doctor's surgeries or experiments do not necessarily have to be for an experiment or furthering science/medicine. Take Dr. Danny, for instance! His surgeries to remove eyes are simply to further his collection of eyeballs.

I think Asa Emory would feel at home here. First, we must send in the request to the higher-ups! It may take some time to process, so be patient!

[geeky-politics-46]

Will you finish the You Belong To Me Story franchise? I love it soooooooo much! I NEEEEEDDDD to see how it ends!

Have no fear, I will ABSOLUTELY be finishing You Belong To Me. I actually pulled out what I had written for Part 5 so far & started overhauling it. It is at the top of my list to get done by the years end.

Even if I've been a little distracted by Bucky, Captain Ed Mercer, & The Shelby brothers Stephen Strange is 100% still my top obsession.

[clarionglass]

for those of you keeping up with the sam reich!master/game master cinematic universe currently being masterminded by the delightful @northernfireart and my good self: oh BOY there's a part 3 coming, and she's a doozy, currently clocking in at 9600+ words with a decent chunk still to go. the end is in sight, though, and while i might split the final post into two or maybe three parts, depending on how i'm feeling, hopefully i'll be able to get the first of those parts out on sunday/monday (time zones...) to fill the hole left by the game changer episode that should be released at that time...

however! delayed gratification is for chumps! so to whet your collective appetite, i've put together a "trailer" of scene fragments >:3 feel free to read on its own, or while listening to this particular track for added ambience!

trailer starts under the cut for those who want to launch into part 3 when it comes out without spoilers :)

The Doctor ran his hands over the TARDIS console, marvelling at her clean lines and metallic flourishes, the way that even now she felt brand new but familiar, and paused. He’d just pop off for a quick adventure, nothing too dangerous, but—where to go?

He could scan for a distress call nearby, and pitch in to help. He could drop in on Donna and Shaun and Rose, beautiful Rose, and see how they were all doing. Or he could just hit the randomiser button, and jump in feet first wherever he ended up.

\\\

This was a game show. And with the Toymaker banished, and Satellite Five not coming into existence for another 198000 years, give or take, the Doctor found himself smiling. Maybe third time would be the charm.

///

“Get ready for a Game Changer!” came the host’s voice from onstage. “Tonight’s guests: he can shoot off a monologue with laser accuracy; it’s Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

Brennan, his back to the camera as the curtains opened, spun on his heel and, with a stone-cold expression, pointed finger guns straight down the barrel, before letting the facade crack open. “Hi!” he exclaimed, and walked over to the leftmost podium.

“It’s his first appearance, but he’s already on fire; it’s the Doctor!”

The Doctor leant against the archway to the stage and flashed a broad smile towards the camera, then in a few skipping steps, had bounded over to the next free podium. 

“And even in the toughest of mazes, you’ll always be able to find him; it’s Grant O’Brien!”

Grant dipped his lanky frame into an approximation of a curtsey, spreading his arms wide, then sauntered over to the closest podium with a grin.

“And your host, me!” Sam Reich announced, a ring of manic white showing around his irises as he beamed down the barrel of the camera. “I’ve been here the whole time!”

\\\

—and then came the crash, the explosive noise of heavy machinery moving relentlessly through a drywall set.

The Doctor was already moving. “Everyone down!”

“Duck!” Brennan yelled at the same time.

The two of them hit the ground within milliseconds of each other, but Grant was still paralysed in the face of the giant, science-fiction type laser cannon that had just ploughed through the wall. 

///

“I’m going to hate this so much,” Brennan muttered.

“So’s he,” Grant smirked, then raised his voice. “Oh, Daddy,” he started in a breathy singsong. “Daddy, do you want to make us play for you, huh? Do you want to degrade us, Daddy? Hurt us?”

\\\

“You’ll never get to them all in time,” came the voice through the speaker, dangerously soft. “You can try, of course, but if you die up here, well. That just leaves your new human friends alone with me while you regenerate, and goodness knows what I can do in that time.”

“You don’t get to do that,” the Doctor growled, even as another detonator deactivated. “You don’t get to hurt them because of me.”

For a moment, only laughter echoed into the room. “Better make your decision now, Doctor. Two detonators down, eleven to go, and they’ll reach spark point in ten… nine…”

///

“But you won't, don't you see? Nobody can win a rigged game—the best you can do is run it through to the end. You're standing at that podium, and we're over here, and that's why you can't win. Because no matter how many points you take away from me, you never had points at all. You want to beat me? Then play.” 

\\\

“Run?” Brennan suggested.

“Run!”

///

“And lastly, Doctor.” Sam’s smile broadened. “Sam says: say my name.”

“You can’t be,” the Doctor breathed. 

Sam smirked, leaning in across his podium. “Oh, but Doctor… I’ve been here the whole time,” he stage-whispered with a wink.

“He said you lost,” the Doctor said, shaking his head, looking wrong-footed for the first time that Brennan and Grant could recall. “You lost, and he trapped you.”

Sam just smiled, drumming his fingers against the podium with an audible beat, fast but distinct. Four taps, four taps, four taps. “I’m waiting.”

The Doctor took a slow, deep breath. Set his jaw. 

“Master.”

[redrumrose]

'I did it! I-I saved them!!'

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REPREMANDED.

[nexus-nebulae]

me as a kid: i have all these problems

every adult around me: you're not old enough to know what's wrong with you, you're fine

me as an adult: i still have all these problems

my doctors after i finally got the opportunity to choose them myself: oh my fucking god why have you never gotten help for all these problems. you should have seen me 10 years ago