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[caw4brandon]

- MTCR; The Six Challenge -

About a while ago, I saw this really cool challenge to draw all six of your favourite characters and post them in a collage and I thought; "why not do it for my characters?" So here are all six of my characters.

From top left to bottom right: we have Jamie Ann Robyn, Sadie mac Lir, Hector James Dagger, Professor Timothy Brian Anderson, Anis Rusli and Yazamanyhands/ Yazmin.

The main cast is Jamie, Sadie and Hector while Tim, Anis and Yaz play supporting characters with their own plots. It's a fun challenge to do and I still see it to this day from time to time. Seeing that I've done it. I'll say that it was fun~

[disturbnot]

of course, same as ever, the itch to actually write gets into me on the same day i have social obligations after work. tonight, visiting dad and my sister for pizza night. maybe i won't be out for very long? having energy when i get back, not quite so easily guaranteed. we shall see. currently juggling metas aplenty — how the aura works and how ash is tangled up in it; the thousand-year-long and most fabled history of pallet house; more abstract tirades on ash's personal philosophies and how he copes with burgeoning immortality; how ash wound up in bed with the kalian technocracy; how the whole gang copes being completely fatherless, etc. speaking of which, halfway considering introducing other characters in ash's canon ( e.g., gary, misty, delia, etc. ) as guest muses — until such time as i get some more ... formal takers, anyway. we shall see, we shall see.

[lovelytaez]

𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 (teaser)

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺.”

Genre: romance, smut, a bit of crack, angst

Pairing: biker!heeseung x fem!reader

Synopsis: Dating your boyfriend wasn't easy with such disapproving and strict parents. They took one look at his bike, leather jacket, dyed hair, and piercings and gave you an automatic no. That didn't stop you though. You were in love with him, and he loved you and that was all that mattered. 

est wc: 10k-18k?

release date: tba but im hoping in a week or two😥

a/n - I might change this a bit if I don't like it but this is it for now! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! <3 comment to be added to taglist <:

➡️ snippet!

teaser wc: 1k

teaser undercut!

Dating your boyfriend was one of the best things you’ve ever done. Despite his disheveled and rough appearance, he was a sweetheart.

The day you became his girlfriend was probably the best day of your life if not the best. Not only was he good-looking, treated you well, and loved you, but he had a fun side too. He believed you only live once and you should live it how you want.

You still lived with your parents because it was close to your campus, ten-minute walk tops. One night, when Heeseung walked you home and kissed you on the forehead before running away, your parents went ballistic as they saw the romantic scene unfold through the window.

Your mom and dad took one look at his bike, piercings, and dyed hair and thought he was 'irresponsible' and a ‘heartbreaker’ and a man ‘who wouldn't be able to take care of you.’

You were never allowed to date in middle school or high school, as far as your parents said, ‘Live under our roof, live under our rules.’ You were good. You had good grades, hung out with sweet girls like yourself, and had a good future ahead of you.

Heeseung was your opposite. He wasn’t as keen on attending lessons and rather spent most of his free time at the garage that he and his friends owned, fixing up his bike.

He only went to class for you. To see you, sit beside you, to kiss you in between boring words the prof droned about. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do in life, certainly not become a lawyer or a doctor like his parents. He loved racing. The thrill, the adrenaline, the risk; it made him feel like he could do anything in the world.

Tonight, he was going to pick you up at eleven to take you to his race, after weeks of begging for him to take you. You've never been but he was known for winning every race, or so his friends said.

You were getting ready, wearing black jeans and a white tank top, clipping in some hoops into your earlobes.

While you were getting ready, there was a knock on your window. "Hey, sunshine," he lightly tapped on the window, waiting for you to let him in.

A smile spread across your face when you saw him, his crimson red hair, honey skin, and signature leather jacket. You opened the window, kissing him as soon as you did. “You're here early,” you said against his lips, as he looked up at you.

“I couldn’t wait to see my girl, is that a crime?” Your boyfriend teased, hopping inside your room. “Of course not, I missed you too, Hee,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s good, baby. Are you wearing that? You’ll be cold,” he said softly, taking off his jacket and putting it on your shoulders. ‘I can find a jacket or something- it's fine-” you said, as you stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung off your closet.

Heeseung had his hands on your shoulders, looking at you through the mirror and kissing your temple. “Babe, it's okay. Wear it. Let everyone know you’re mine.” His voice was husky, laced with possessiveness, as he helped you slip your arms into the leather sleeves.

“What about you?” you asked with a frown filled with guilt.

“Don't worry about me. I have like ten more, now let's get out of here before I push you on the bed and fuck your brains out,” he said in a joking tone, though he was serious.

Seeing you in his jacket, your smaller frame making the jacket look oversized, the sleeves longer than your arms, it was the cutest he’d ever seen and he just wanted to protect you from every bad thing in the world.

“Okay, let me just grab my bag,” you said, scurrying over to your closet to retrieve your little Bambi backpack. You turned back to see his face, his lips pursed as he tried not to laugh. “Don’t laugh,” you pouted, as you put your phone, a small bag of chips you stole from the pantry, your AirPods, and your keys into the small bag.

“No, no, it’s cute. It suits you, babe.” He chuckled, jutting his chin for you to put it on. “Shall we, princess?” The red-haired boy asked, extending his hand to you.

Taking your smaller hand into his, he swung his legs out your window, leading you out with him. Luckily for him, your room had a roof below and a tree beside it, which was his signature pathway for sneaking into the house to see you.

He stood on the roof, helping you out of your room and onto the shingles, holding your hand comfortingly as if it were to tell you he wouldn't let go.

He guided you to the tree, making a jump onto the thick branch of the tree beside the roof, whispering, “Slow, slow, I've got you, sweetheart,” softly before you made the jump. You’ve escaped countless times without worry, but his words comforted your heart in a way no one else ever has.

He jumped down the tree, his boots stomping against the concrete of your driveway. “Jump,” he smiled, holding out his arms to catch you. You slowly slipped onto a lower branch, letting go of the trunk and jumping into his embrace.

Heeseung caught you, your arms clinging around his shoulders. “Told you I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, tucking in his chin and pressing a kiss to your temple.

He set you down on the ground, leading you over to his bike parked on the curb. “Safety first,” Heeseung chuckled, handing you his helmet as you snugly put it on your head. It was a bit big on you, your pout covered by the chin strap.

He helped you adjust the tightness, ensuring it wasn't loose on your head. “There. All set, gorgeous?” Heeseung asked, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. You smiled with your eyes and nodded. ‘That’s my girl,” he whispered, lifting your hips to help you onto his bike.

“Spread your legs for me. In a nonsexual way,” he grinned, showing off pearly whites as you giggled, sitting on the leather seat of his bike. He nestled in front of you, his large frame shadowing over you as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Ready?” Heeseung asked, glancing over his shoulder to look at your approval. He flashed another pretty smile as he revved up the engine, pulling out of the curb and on the road.

[dustysalmon]

Eye of the Storm - Chapter 5

Pairing: Silco x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: graphic depiction of violence; slow burn; enemies to lovers, enforcer!reader Story summary: After a chain of unexpected events, Jinx is arrested, and you find yourself in possession of the gemstone. On top of it all, you are forced into a reluctant alliance with Silco. What else could possibly go wrong?

Chapter summary: With the help of a friend, you attempt to steal the documents requested by Silco, and make disturbing discoveries along the way.

Word count: 3.4k

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The week flies by, though it’s largely uneventful. Lots of patrols in the city, mountains of paperwork, and a handful of arrests for petty crimes. Whenever possible, you request assignments beyond the bridges.

Not only is it more hectic there, but it allows you to personally meddle with the disproportionate amount of arrests at the border—most of which are children. Wealthy topsiders who indulge in Shimmer don’t bother crossing into the undercity to get their fix. Instead, they have it delivered to their doorstep. To facilitate this, the chem-barons rely mainly on child couriers. Less conspicuous, quick on their feet, and very good at hiding in plain sight, they’re the most logical choice for this kind of work. 

As an enforcer, your orders are simple: arrest the couriers, confiscate the cargo, and deliver a harsh lecture about the consequences of breaking Piltover’s laws. Whatever that means. You satisfy yourself with the lecturing part. The prisons are already overpopulated with Zaunites who have no business being there, and kids represent an overwhelming portion of it. Granted, sending them back to their boss empty-handed is not ideal, but the most chem-barons can do is rough them up a little. They’re well aware that the workforce is not infinite, it would be bad for business. It’s not ideal, and it doesn’t fix the problem, but you’d rather have that than send them all to Stillwater. Needless to say your Piltovian colleagues tend to be less lenient. 

Hopefully you will have more freedom over your affectations once you officially take you position as Major. As you think about it, you realise that controls at the border loosened abruptly when Marcus Sheriff. Everybody knows why now. You hate to admit it, but you might actually miss the bastard. Warren will have a very different approach then his predecessor, that’s for sure. The ceremony is tomorrow and the mere thought of him parading through the streets with that kind of power at his fingertips sickens you. He has always been the confrontational type, and given the current tensions, if he has his way, things will only get worse.

You shove your helmet and gloves in your locker with a sigh. Six days have passed and you have yet to learn much about Jinx’s condition. Luckily, you just happen to have your monthly physical today. You have no doubt that Dr. Hansen is involved in her recovery and will have a lot to say about the girl. He always talks too much for his own good, but that’s not what worries you. Coaxing the information out of him is one thing, but figuring out how to steal the personal files without anyone noticing is another challenge entirely. It’s not a problem if he realises the documents are gone later—so long as you’re careful, no one will trace it back to you. The key is finding a way to be alone in the room for just a few minutes. Your mind races as you weigh your options, frustration bubbling inside. Maybe there’s someone who could help you with a little distraction. Of course—why hadn’t you thought of it before? There’s someone you need to talk to urgently. You snap your locker shut, and after a quick goodbye to your partner of the day, you head straight to the medical facility. 

Located just a few blocks away from the Police Department headquarters, it is a large building that welcomes patients, but also classes, conferences and summits for those in the medical profession. It’s also where every enlisted enforcer goes to take their annual physical. You, however, get to visit about twice a month thanks to the abominations you call lungs. But first, there’s a certain Vastaya you need to find. 

As you walk in the main lobby, you pray that he is indeed working today. A quick glance at your pocket watch reads 9:45p.m. The dining hall it is then. Unsurprisingly, the place is packed, and incredibly noisy. You weave through the tables, your eyes shifting in the sea of identical uniforms and blouses. Fortunately, your target stands out from the human crowd with his very distinctive features. You up your pace.

"Dren!" You wave at him and notice the way his expression shifts as his vivid green eyes set on you. As soon as you reach him, he excuses himself from his comrades and rises fluidly from his seat. Before you can even get a word out, he grabs you by the elbow with his large clawed hand and pulls you to a quiet corner, away from the noise and prying eyes. 

"What’s wrong with y—"

"A couple days ago," he interrupts, "I get a memo from my friend that reads like a damn suicide note. Not one word since, and you expect me to be normal about it?" He hisses, his protruding fangs showing much more than usual.

"A suicide note?" You repeat, caught off guard.

"There’s this one thing I gotta do," he quotes you verbatim, his voice heavy with accusation. "If you don’t hear from me soon…what was I supposed to make of that?" The raw emotion in his tone—equal parts anger, fear, and shaky relief—hits you harder than expected. You recall scribbling the note in a rush, but it hadn’t sounded nearly as dramatic at the time. You apologise profusely and reassure him how you can, although your words don’t sound very convincing even to you. In truth, your safety is hanging by a thread, and if you have nothing to show for the next time you meet with Silco, you seriously doubt that he’ll simply grant you a second chance.

"Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?" Dren asks, leaning back slightly, as though bracing himself for whatever revelations you are about to drop on him, should you choose to. You owe him that much, and so you lay it out for him. Your first meeting with Silco, which you confess didn’t exactly go smoothly, but all things considered it could have gone much worse. You skirt around the edges of the most important details, carefully omitting the Gemstone. Instead, you imply that both of you are in a precarious arrangement—each holding something the other wants. For now, that tenuous balance is all that’s keeping you alive. You feel a bit guilty withholding information from Dren, but you meant what you said about the stone: its whereabouts need to stay secret. Not just for your sake, but for Dren’s as well. It’s safer if he doesn’t know. 

When you finish, silence sets between the two of you. The longer he stares at you, the clearer it becomes: he must think you finally lost your mind. He pinches the tip of his snoot, a habit of his when he’s thinking something over—and, more importantly, trying not to say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Do you think you can trust him?" Even he knows the answer to that question. To the average Piltovian, Silco is an industrialist—a business man whose dealings are above board by undercity standards. But for enforcers stationed at the border, and more recently for the Council, the façade is paper-thin. Once you know about the chem-barons, it doesn’t take much to figure out who’s truly pulling the strings. Silco is a dangerous man, but you wouldn’t have come to him if you had a better option. That’s exactly what you tell Dren, and you’re grateful when he listens without interrupting. He is well aware that wearing that uniform is a burden more than anything. On your end, you’ve never hidden your priorities from him. Piltover might sign your paychecks, but your home will always come first, even if that implies making dubious choices and people.

"Well that’s…a lot," Dren says with a nervous snort. "At least I’m glad you’re okay. I hope you know what you’re doing." He rubs your shoulder comfortingly, and you nod in thanks, placing your hand over his as you blink the wetness of your eyes away. Finally, some of the weight and tension from the past week lifts off your shoulders. It’s not unusual for you to keep everything bottled up, but admittedly this is a lot more than you’re used to. It’s a true relief to be able to share this with someone. 

"So," he then says hesitantly, with an air of forced casualness, trying to lighten the mood. "Any other secret plans you wanna share?" The smile vanishes from his features as there is clearly something else. 

"Actually yes." Without beating around the bush, you ask if there’s any way he could distract Dr. Hansen during your check-up—something subtle, effective, and that would keep him away long enough for you to poke around the office. As before, you leave the most important details out.

"I don’t want to get you in trouble, Dren. If it’s too much, I’ll find a way," you say, meaning every word. You’ve already leaned on him more than you should today. His green eyes narrow slightly, before an exaggerated pout spreads across his features.

"Are you calling me incompetent?" He asks, feigning deep offence, as though you’ve wounded his pride.

"Dren, I’m serious," you retort. It shouldn’t surprise you that he’s joking about it—ever the competitive sort. Frankly, there was little chance he would turn down the challenge, and unconsciously or not, a part of you knew that. You’re afraid to ask yourself what that says about you.

"I know, but you also said it was important," he says, his teasing demeanour giving way to sincerity. "I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t trust you."

"Thank you." The knot of anxiety in your stomach loosens just enough to let adrenaline creep in. No backing down now. It’s time to get your hands dirty. "I should be going then," you say, stepping away. "Can’t wait to see what you come up with." Dren gives you a sly wink in return, his sharp teeth flashing in a mischievous grin.

You sit on a cold metal chair in the empty waiting room, trying to look casual, but somehow, nothing feels natural. You smile to yourself. Stealing used to be such a trivial activity when you were a kid. You snatched from stalls without a second thought, pocketed mechanical parts as you walked past scrap shops like it was nothing. The years have tamed you for sure, but now would be an ideal time to get back to your roots.

The plan—if you can call it that—plays over in your head like a record. Get through the initial pleasantries with the doctor, wait for Dren’s cue. You can clearly picture the layout of the office from your previous visits. It’s not huge, but it’s always full of paperwork everywhere. It might be a headache. Your chest tightens at the thought of fumbling. There are so many ways that this could go wrong. But you remind yourself that failure is not an option. After a few minutes, Dr. Hansen’s voice breaks through the silence. “Officer, please come in.” He says with a tired smile. 

The check up is very routine: height, weight, blood pressure and heart rate. Then onto the physical examination. As is customary, Hansen spends extra time fidgeting with your chemsurge. He’s clearly fascinated by the technology, but his bias always gets the better of him.

"You should really consider looking into what Hextech does in terms of respiratory devices. I’m not sure how reliable this is." He’s been saying that for years, ever since you had it installed.  

"As expensive as this was, Hextech is…too rich for my blood, I’m afraid." You reply evenly, and he simply shrugs in response.

"This is decent, I suppose." Clearly he doesn’t believe that. "Gutter work, but decent." It gets less aggravating after a while, but it’s still worth noting, the way they can’t help but speak ill of the undercity. That’s fine, as far as you’re concerned, Hextech has never done anything for you, and you’re more than satisfied with the gutter work. 

Suddenly, there’s a big boom coming from the corridor, like a body falling limply and fully to the ground. And then a strangled scream calling for help. Oh, Dren is really going to put on a show then… Hansen looks at you with stupor, excuses himself and rushes through the door. He has barely made it past the threshold that your body goes straight to auto pilot. You run behind the desk, opening the top drawer, and closing it when you find nothing of interest. You repeat the same process with two others before finding something worth going through. A stack of patient files, neatly sorted by name. Your eyes travel frantically back and forth from the ajar door to your hands as they flip through the documentation. At the same time, you keep an ear out in case any footsteps come a little too close. 

No luck with this drawer either, you curse, looking at the shelves around the office. There’s far too much to search through. You look for something isolated, something important enough to be kept separate, and that would pertain to an ongoing intervention. A pile of paper tucked in the bottom of a shelf catches your eye. A variety of bills are stacked at the top, but you’re interested in the black folder beneath it. Skimming through the first pages, you let out an involuntary sound of relief as you stumble upon a picture of Jinx. No need to linger any more than strictly necessary. You get off the ground and shove the large file in your backpack. 

Dren has done his part tremendously well because you get about two minutes to yourself before Dr. Hansen walks back into the room, his face a perfect portrait of exasperation. He drops in the chair beside the examining table with a sigh that practically begs for the day to be over.

"Everything okay?" You ask innocently, and he answers like it's physically painful to recount what just happened.

"Some idiot almost choked himself eating grains," he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose intensely. "Stupid way to die, but it happens more than you think. The healthcare services are saturated, and this is what we have to deal with." You nod empathically, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. 

"I can believe that. And I hear we’re hosting criminals now, too." Not your subtlest attempt at fishing for information, but Hansen takes the bait immediately. 

"Ah, you’re not the first to tell me that this week. And let me tell you, this one’s a real handful. Resilient like you wouldn’t believe, like she refused to die, really."

"You think she’ll make it?"

"Oh, she’s in stable condition, should be released in a couple of days, it’s just a formality. It’s not the body I’m worried about, though, it’s the mind. That girl’s completely insane. She won’t last a month in Stillwater, and that’s being generous." He sneers. By the sound of it, you bet he’s one of the guys who’d rather you have left her for dead on the bridge.

"Good riddance." You say, buttoning up your collar as the check up comes to an end. 

Hansen gives you a prescription for painkillers, which are technically for your mom, but he doesn’t need to know that. As far as you’ve told him, the chemsurge hurts you in ways that are unbearable from time to time, and that explanation works perfectly within his narrative. You shake his hand, thank him, and make your exit. It’s only once you’re in the corridor that you realize your heart has been hammering this entire time. Thankfully, he hasn’t said anything about it, and if he chalked it up on the chemsurge, all the better. By the time you make it to the entrance of the building, you’re practically running. Dren finds you a few minutes later, his grin smug and unapologetic.

"Found everything you were looking for?" He asks nonchalantly.

"You’re one crazy bastard, you know that?" You hiss, your voice low to avoid drawing attention, but your words are pointed.

"I’ll take that as a yes." He relishes in your weak reprimand, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves.

"What if you actually choked?" You snap, though you can’t help the exasperated laugh that slips out.

"Then you would’ve had even more time alone in that room."

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re welcome,” he shoots back, elbowing you gently. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, the corner of my mouth twitching into a smile. “But you’re still crazy.”

“Crazy gets results. Don’t forget it.” You follow him outside, enjoying the last rays provided by the bright sunset. Dren’s grin softens slightly as he meets your eyes. “Get some rest,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice giving way to something gentler. “You’ll need it for tomorrow…I hear someone is getting promoted.” You stop in your tracks, realising you completely forgot to tell one of your closest friends about that super important event in your life.

"Shit…I wanted to tell you, I just—"

"Hey, you’ve got a lot on your plate, it’s okay. Just make sure to acknowledge me during your speech eh." You laugh it off together, and he walks you back to Mid Town. You part ways with a hug, and he keeps an eye out until you’re fully out of sight. 

After tending to your mom and settling her to bed, you sit at the kitchen table and pull the stolen file from your bag. For a long moment you just stare at it, your finger running over the edges of the folder with hesitation. It does feel like you’re intruding a little bit, but you figure that you don’t have the luxury to pass up on any information. Besides, Silco didn’t say anything about not nosing around, and he’s not stupid, you would’ve peeked with or without his approval. 

You open the folder and smooth out the pages of the post-incident report. Hansen was right about one thing, it is a handful. The first image stops you cold. It’s a close-up of Jinx’s arm, where you can see the burns stretch across her skin in jagged, angry lines, deep enough to leave raw tissue exposed. The note reads Severe third-degree burns over 15% of the body. Shrapnel lodged in the left thigh and abdominal region… The list goes on, each word more cutting than the last and your guts twist a little more as you look at the other pictures. One shows a profile shot of her face, swollen and bruised, her long blue hair matted with blood. The burns curve up her neck and onto her jawline, leaving patches of discoloured, warped skin. 

You read through more of the clinical and impersonal language describing wounds that honestly should have been fatal to the girl. Hextech certainly has reached a whole new level in terms of medical research. The next section is full of diagrams, showing the extent of the damage and the subsequent surgeries required to stabilize her. Every note is written with an almost robotic detachment, but you feel every word very strongly. You pause as your eyes linger on the next bit. Explosion caused by an improvised device. Self-triggered. As you suspected, the bomb that put an end to the fight was hers, but the report basically confirms that Jinx was ready to blow herself up. For what? The cause? To prevent herself from being arrested? Your memories from that night are not as clear as they once were, but the Firelight leader was clearly not ready to finish her off. They could have walked away, both of them. You shake your head lightly. The girl doesn’t look a day over seventeen, and yet, there she was, ready to give up everything in one violent, final act. The thought of having nothing left to lose so soon in life, of reaching a point where destruction is the only answer, it makes your stomach churn.

You push the file away, and lean back in your chair. A part of you is relieved to have something solid to show Silco the next time you meet, but you can’t help fearing how he will react to those pages. If he truly cares for the girl—and you genuinely think he does—this will infuriate him beyond measure. And if he chooses to channel that fury into actions, the outcome would be catastrophic, for everyone.

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[satuwn]

i have decided to randomly infodump about my lab rats as a way to motivate myself to: 1) revamp existing characters old refs and 2) DRAW THE GD REFERENCES OF THE REST OF THE BITCHES (this will probably take me ages still. alas), more rambly details abt the story and characters under the cut

the main characters: Dr. Kitty Whisker and her twin sibling Happy(tbd), Dr. Brainworms, Gummi (comic relief character mostly), Prof. Fuzzybottom(tbd) and Prof. Snakebite (previously known as prof. pinky, i need to redesign him more heavily)

the side characters (these guys may have side stories of their own but theyre mostly just an excuse for me to design more weird lab rats): Prof. Smartypants - ref to be finished, ferret with a brain of a human, she is my 'authors blatant self insert' into my own story lol; Fishsticks (drawn, a dissected mouse/frog stitched together), (the rest of these dont have names yet) a rat/chick hybrid with funy lil chicken legs, a rat/gator/shark hybrid she is punk and goth and she Bites, a mouse/cat dna mix with a surprisingly tragic backstory that im still working out, more tba

each lab rat represents usually an amalgamation of different experiments as the lab they are in is 'cheap' with their test subjects and likes to Repurpose old, usually failed experiments and do other stuff to them! honestly even if theyre a success they still end up getting experimented on more lol but they are still unimportant enough and the lab big enough where they can hide themselves away and have their own space w/o being actively searched for. ofc the world of the setting is based on our own reality but way more Hyperreal, i dont aim to represent logical feats of science bc a lot of these guys would defs be revolutionary (and impossible) irl lol. i will briefly run down what each main character is a result of but ideally id like to go into more detail when i actually. make the story more visual in whatever format i decide to do (probably experimental and non linear snippets, i dont think im smart enough for a full comic)

Dr. Kitty and Happy are twins! they were the result of an experiment where the scientists were testing if one species of rodent could gestate a different species of rodent just thru a little genetic modification. and that was Happy! he is actually a bunny born from a rat mother and with all rat siblings (one of them being Kitty) hes a bit smaller in stature than a usual bunny being more rat sized but other than that just a bnuuy! further experiments on them was how well skin grafting would work between different yet similar species. it worked for Kitty (hence the bunny ear) but not so much for Happy... both of them had separate experiments done on them also, altho Kitty was more rebellious of the two earning her the shock collar. Happy also had experiments on his fur to make it color changing like a chameleon, as well as some experiments to his eye (tbd)

Dr. Brainworms is actually a sapient amoeba/bacteria type thing, attached to a host body(that happens to be a hairless rat), this host body is her most compatible one as she Can overtake and control other bodies but they start to decay pretty quickly. her history is something she herself is trying to find out as her host body is its own mystery.. is she just an amoeba that gainted sentience? is her mind really her own? was this body maybe always hers? who knows!

Gummi is a jelly belly gummy rat candy brought to life, pretty self explanatory... but shes got a few mysteries of her own! like, why was she even created, for what purpose, i mean who could even do such advanced science anyway to bring an inorganic candy to life, and Why does she keep talking abt a scientist with green gloves when there arent any scientists like that around?

Prof. Fuzzybottom is a rabbit! she used to be just used for breeding new test subjects which left her pretty traumatized not being able to keep any of her children, she became infertile from the stress so she was repurposed for other experiments, like trying to turn her fur to naturally be an unnatural color, and to be more synthetic like faux fur (aka a living plush) she was also blind so they replaced her eyes with a plushy sleeping mask that actually has LEDs inside that are hooked up to her brain to see if they could restore vision thru cybernetics. in her original iteration she was even supposed to be half rat half bunny buut i felt it too much, might still reuse the idea tho! tbh i just wanted a bunny with cute rat hands :3

Prof. Snakebite is not even a lab rat originally, he was simply a pinky rat used to feed the lab snakes, but due to freak circumstances he was actually still alive and after being bitten by a venomous snake, the stress hormones in his little body make him develop rapidly especially in brain power. as he was still very tiny and fragile, he wasnt the best subject to experiment on, but he was fitted with a brain chip originally just to read and analyze his brain development as he was much more advanced in mind than in body (of an almost newborn). after escaping he would upgrade his brain chip to help him utilize more brain power but also lessen the burden on his tiny body that could not handle the strain. he and prof. fuzzybottom are always hanging around each other, fuzzy very often babying him or just helping him out by carrying him and helping him reach places or handle objects, while he begrudgingly tolerates her as she is useful to his needs. also cant admit he appreciates her actually awww

the rest of the side characters are pretty self explanatory, theyre mostly just various animal hybrids and crossbreeds and splices! smh only the main characters get cool powers and shit -_- aside from Prof. Smartypants, after having a ferrets body fitted with a human mind(who doesnt remember the human part almost at all. its just the advanced intellect from it) tries to figure out the weird body dysmorphia with Science Potions aka chemisty. but thats mostly just to give another one of my sonas shapeshifting ablities (go figure) so yah if u read this so far Waow o_o Thank U and also Pls Send me asks abt this. if u want <3 can be questions or just ur thoughts ig!! id love feedback pleas please plea

[kayetra-spade-queen]

Little Singham Super Squad AU: Youth Defense Academy Masterpost

A silly little AU out of the very squad that took over my interests of this entire show.

What if the Super Squad attends the same school together? It seems that the chaos that could only be ensues whenever they're on missions together as a team, had became a frequent activity in their daily lives.

Art by: me

One-Shots:

From Under The Shards of Glass

Light Through The Window

Sounds of Silence (TBA)

Outfit Designs:

School uniforms (TBA)

Casual wear (TBA)

Main Characters:

Little Singham

Veer

Chinnu

Shivaji

Support Characters:

Joy

Babli

Lattu

Prof. Avishkar

Black Shadow/Akira

Fire Hawk/VJ

Mantriji

Inspector Kavya

Hawaldar Karate

Faulad Singh

Villain Characters (because of course):

Janvar (previously known as Rocky)

Anggar

Wolf Man

[meandcring]

an  independent,  selective  &  mutually  exclusive  multi-muse  blog,  including  muses  from various  media   ....  est.  01.24. / revamped 06.24. penned  by  soph,  22  +.

MEANDER /mɪˈandə/ : follow a  winding  course ; wander at random ; an indirect or  aimless  journey ; an  ornamental  pattern of winding or  interlocking  lines.

stuyding: tba

carrd, board

rules & muses :

( other blogs: oc twenty-third doctor, fifteenth doctor, rose tyler )

rules !

none of the characters / franchises belong to me etc etc

this blog will be mutually exclusive - meaning i will interact with people who follow me and who i follow back !

this blog will most likely contain themes that could potentially be triggering to some people, i.e. loss, death, grief, trauma etc. however, i will tag all of them accordingly ( tw trigger)

i’m quite selective with who i write, which is why i prefer to write with mutuals only

this blog will be low activity - when i find some time to write i’ll gladly dedicate to any of my muses! there’s nothing sadder than forced writing - it’s usually also not very good - so i’ll pop on here when i have muse and motivation.

( however, if you’ve been waiting ages for a reply, don’t hesitate to message me! i probably just forgot. )

i’m open to shipping if the chemistry’s there, as long as you pop into my IM’s or my discord (mutuals only, upon request) we can figure something out! generally, i just love to explore dynamics of all kinds !

i like to use small text and tend to double space, too, but if you need me to change any of my formatting please don't hesitate to shoot me a message and i'll gladly adjust!

while i make my own resources, i'll be using the following icons etc. : tba

muses !

primary muses are in bold, secondary muses in italics, muses with an * are test muses !

dr. who

SALLY SPARROW. carey mulligan teresa palmer. canon. -> intuitive, brave, a real knack for problem-solving LETITIA 'TISH' JONES. gugu mbatha-raw. canon. -> eldest daughter syndrome, fiercely loyal, more than just a pretty face LUCY SAXON. victoria pedretti. canon. * -> 'essentially harmless and not very bright', a bit of a vicious vein, haunted JOANNE 'JOANIE' HALIMA SCOTT. may calamawy. oc -> pro at 'wrong place, wrong time', 80's girl in a year 3000+ world, a question mark wrapped up in one person PROF. WILLIAM 'WILL' HARTIGAN. matthew goode. oc. -> temporal sensivity, unconventional academic, cosmic connection

the htichhikers guide to the galaxy

ARTHUR DENT. joseph quinn. canon. * -> forever categorising things according to 'the earth, and everything else'

the vampire chronicles / interview with the vampire

LESTAT DE LIONCOURT. sam reid. canon. -> brat prince, only the impossible can do the impossible, the damndest creature THE VAMPIRE ARMAND. assad zaman. canon. * -> of machiavellian nature and botticellian beauty, ancient evil trying to adapt to the 21st century DANIEL MOLLOY. eric bogosian/luke brandon field. canon (temporarily: alex fitzalan). -> " what are you, an immortal idiot ? "

stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON. joseph quinn. canon. -> local hometown freak, no hero, heart of false gold

[waddleosddee]

call us kirby when addressing all of us. bodily 18. we might not post here often, this is just to put system-related thoughts and art 🌼

osdd, not prof dx but weve known since around 2021.

mutuals or people who know us from our main, feel free to ask for our simply plural. alter info and boundaries under the cut

🦑: 19-20ish. he/it. host and introject of anemoneno1 (splat), agent8 (splat), and a few others. most active fronter. taken. if you know me from another platform no you dont :D

🌊: 18. she/xe. host and introject of kitsunami (sth) and a few others. aroace and rom/sex repulsed, jokes are fine. silly and loves ducks

🧃: 19-22. he/they. co-host, emotional protector, and introject of agent3 (splat) and bandee (kby). enjoys game emulation

🫧: 19. she/he. internal self help and trauma holder. introject of metalsonic (sth) and a few others. do not connect him to any of her other sources.

🌀: 16. she/any. not entirely sure of her role (probably caretaker and symptom holder), introject of whisper (sth). the napperrr

🪩: 19. it/its. soother. objectum selfshipper that likes to draw.

🥕: adult. she/her. gatekeeper and introject of louie (pik). not super active

💬: someone not listed here or who doesnt want to reveal themself for whatever reason. dont try to figure out who it is.

(theres more of us, but these ^^ are the most active members) (just use the emojis or a nickname when referring to us)

same dni from our main applies here (no proshippers no terfs no zionists etc etc)

DO NOT PSYCHOANALYZE US

ask us all of the questions youd like, we love questions! anything super personal will be ignored. i promise none of us bite, unless we can tell an ask is actively malicious we will not call you out.

our tag system is 🦑.txt, 🦑.rb, 🦑.art, etc. but with each members corresponding emoji

all drawings will be tagged under "town gallery ⛲" and all asks will be tagged under "wanya! wanya! 💬"

we do not prioritize finding relationships (especially because the host is taken), especially with sourcemates. do not attempt to befriend an alter just because of their source. we do not know you, and you do not know us.

we are not a medical professional! we cannot diagnose you!!

we dont care about syscourse, were traumagenic but lifes too short for that shit. dont bring that here. please.

tba

(last updated july 6 2024)

[beomanamilk]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ chalk n’ cheese!

you meet a random dude on roblox voice chat. turns out he’s your twin brothers loser best friend and he knows just how to humiliate the shit out of you.

➳ - beomgyu x fem!reader · fluff · crack · non-idol au · college au · social media au · friends to enemies to lovers

warnings! - profanity, cursing, kys/kms jokes, dirty jokes, some written chapters, mc is heeseungs twin sister, specific warnings added in each chapter

status - DISCONTINUED, started 21/04/24, updates sundays @ 20:00 cst

featuring - rest of txt, enha heeseung, p1h keeho, lsrfm chaewon

profiles : cuteness overload! · gang.😎🤘

one - shindongs boar baby

two - loser perv gamer friend

three - fight fight fight!

four - furry role-player who??

five - epic prank GONE WRONG.😳

six - BEOMGYU DIE

seven - don’t be a hater stephy

eight - lilac scented car seats and weirdo allegations

nine - oh ahaaaa

ten - prof hwang??

eleven - i literally cant go im going

twelve - bullshit

thirteen - chalk n cheese

fourteen - *sigh*

fifteen - how hee gets

sixteen - poor guy

seventeen - WHY

more tba…

[caw4brandon]

- Master of The Crows: Timothy Brian Anderson -

Every trio needs a supervisor to watch over them in case they do anything stupid to get themselves killed or worst, expelled. Meet;

Professor Timothy Brian Anderson - a teacher who acts as the supervisor to the main trio; Sadie, Hector, and Jamie. Professor Anderson is a passionate history teacher at Kingshaven Academy.

Upon first impressions, Professor Anderson stands out with his unique flame-like hair that moves under its own laws of psychics with sentient eyes. Nicknamed as; The Crows. When these eyes are extracted from his head, they will take the form of a star that moves akin to a bird.

These Crows function as Timothy's extra set of eyes and ears to gather intel and observe. The Crows can be seen coming and going as the please. Occasionally, they also act as combat assistance but mostly for emergency getaways. The Crows also have two different eye colors with different signs.

Cyan/ light blue - is their neutral color. When in this state, the Crows are mostly calm and mind heir own business. They would be seen hunting food; small rodents, baby birds or eggs, insects, carrion, seeds, nuts, berries and corn. Additionally, they eat small fish.

Orange - is their color of aggression and hostility. When in state, the Crows will actively hunt for their assigned enemies and attack in groups. (Some would say; "in a Murder")

The Origins of The Crows are still Unknown

As an individual, Professor Anderson is described as eccentric. He loves sharing history and he's a good oracle of information on anything and everything his Crows can find due to his unique skills.

He is also feared for his strictness and his infamous; Thousand Eyes Glare. As the Supervisor of The Lightstone Club; the club that Sadie, Hector and Jamie joined. Timothy served as; their driver, negotiator and on occasion. As backup. He's a respected teacher that helped make History fun and you might even get to pet his Crows.

Disclaimer: This character is a work of fiction, any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[linguistlist-blog]

FYI: CUNY Graduate Center to host NACLO Competition

The CUNY Graduate Center is hosting the North American Computational Linguistics Open Competition for high school students Thurs. January 25, 2024, 10am-1pm (arrive 9:15am) The CUNY Graduate Center 365 5th Avenue, NY, NY 10016, Room C201 More Information NACLO website- http://www.nacloweb.org/; practice problems https://naclo.org/practice.php; and NACLO registration details - https://naclo.org/registration_page.php Practice session Dec. 9, 10am-1pm, Room TBA. Have questions? Contact: Prof. E http://dlvr.it/Syz6NT

[spxcemuses]

Anonymous asked: Paul picks up Professor Marmalade and holds him tightly the way a child makes sure a hamster wont escape their grip. "You're well dressed for a guinea pig. I like that."

[ Random Ask ] | Always Accepting

ft. @paul-ite​ !

“ Wai- Woah, hey! ”

Marmalade gave out an undignified squeak, realizing that he found himself in a rogue child’s grip. He was used to having people swarm around him due to his fame and all the “good” he’s done, but he preferred not to be picked up unless he explicitly said so. He started to groan in irritation towards Paul, only to stop himself and wriggle around in order to escape instead.

“ Yes, I am very well-dressed, but I would like you to put me down, please. I am not a pet. ”

The guinea pig ordered, his tone calm yet stern towards the boy. They didn’t appear to be malicious in intention, but he needed to let them know it was not welcomed. 

[profmadscientist]

This is Matheui!! Manic pixie dream boy!

His mum's a fairy and his dad is a French wizard. He got himself expelled from milkweed on purpose because he wasnt committed. Kyle hates him because of that, but Matt thinks Kyle was expelled on purpose 😳😳

[msbyblackjackals]

oh to be miya atsumu..... not going to uni and just playing volleyball instead........

[obciidian-archived]

# Yujin, Hwa, Ko , pwease ♥ :3

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