#test tube zedaph

[raisans-art]

Recently I've stumbled across the Test Tube AU and I can't quite figure out if it's solely based on drawings or if it also includes some form of longer written text? Hope this is not weird since I read you're not doing it anymore? Thanks in advance, in case you answer this :)

The content I've made for ttzau is all drawings and comics ^^ any written fanfics of it are written by fans of the AU that they showed off through asks! I have not written any long form fanfic for ttzau so if you're wondering if you've found all the content, you've found it ^^

[dmwrites]

Gem wasn’t sure how she’d been roped into this, but she was standing outside, at night, with a flashlight and a hoodie from Pearl over her dress. Grian, Scar, and Impulse were gathered around a map as she approached the bridge between Grian and Mumbo’s bases.

“Ah, there’s our other G!” Grian said, turning when he heard her footsteps and waving Gem over.

“Guys, what on earth are we doing? Old houses and buildings are one thing, but Hermitcraft? Nothing here was built over two years ago! What kind of ghosts could you possibly think exist here?”

“I don’t know, but there is some serious evidence that there is a ghost on this server.” Impulse said seriously. “We have freezing temperatures in some places-”

“What, like on top of mountains? Or in ice biomes?” Gem scoffed.

Impulse gave her a withering look and continued. “Scar swears he’s seen ghost orbs-”

“I saw them with my own two eyes!” Scar said.

“I thought you could only see them through cameras?” Gem asked.

“And, most importantly, we have a witness.” Impulse said proudly.

“A witness?” Gem asked.

“With bottled proof of this ghost’s existence.” Impulse continued proudly.

“If this witness has actual, real proof that ghosts exist, this could be groundbreaking for the world of ghost hunting.” Grian said, zipping up his backpack. “Okay, let’s go! Lead the way to the witness, Impulse!”

——

The second team GIGS landed in the hole in the ground, Grian made his thoughts known.

“Zedaph is our ghost witness? Impulse, please, you’re supposed to be the brains here. It’s not that I don’t like Zed, but he’s kind of…”

“How do we know he hasn’t been sniffing his test tubes as a zedvancement and hallucinated this all up?” Scar finished the sentence for him.

“Just wait and see.” Impulse replied.

Zedaph came out of a side tunnel moments later, holding a lantern in one hand and a small jar of fluorescent green liquid in the other. He was wearing a frankly horrifying dress (or just a really long shirt) that consisted of stitched-together clothing of all the other hermits.

“Hello, hello!” Zed called to them. “If it’s ghosts you’re looking for, I’ve got the spooks!”

“Zed, what on earth are you wearing?” Gem asked.

“Oh, this is my Halloween costume! I’m all the hermits, in a horrible amalgamation of cloth!”

“Well, he’s got the horrible part down pat.” Grian muttered to Scar.

Zed didn’t seem to hear the comment, as he looked at the four ghost hunters, counting them two times over.

“My friends, aren’t you missing someone?” Zed asked. “Where is the ‘S’ in GIGGS?”

“Skizz isn’t whitelisted on this server, duh.” Scar replied.

Zed grinned, and pulled a square-shaped item from his inventory. “Well, lucky for you, I have him right here on this i-pa- hi- hi-pad. A hi-pad, yes, that’s what this is.”

“Hi there, friends! Who’s ready to hunt some Hermitcraft ghost ass!” Skizz exclaimed from the screen, waving at his friends.

“Skizz!” Grian, Gem, and Scar exclaimed.

“Now that you’ve all assembled, I can tell you my spooky tale.” Zedaph said mysteriously, handing the hi-pad to Impulse. He pulled a campfire out of his inventory and set it down on the ground between them. “It was a dark and stormy night. I was up late, finishing up wiring my newest zedvancement trophy display. I came out to stand right in this very spot, on this ledge, looking over my hole, when something flew past my face!”

Gem gasped as Zed leapt forward, wiggling his fingers at his audience. Grian rolled his eyes. Scar was looking at the dangling animals, clearly not paying attention.

“It was glowing green, and this thing fell directly into the water feature around my bed!” Zed continued, pointing down into the hole, where his bed was. Around the bed were small streams of water, clearly so Zed wouldn’t take fall damage getting down. “I, of course, scrambled to get a lead, thinking it must be dangled at once.”

“I don’t like that your first thought when seeing anything is ‘can I wrap it up in rope and dangle it’, Zed. I would hate to psychoanalyze you.” Grian said.

“But when I got down there,” Zed continued, still acting like he didn’t hear Grian’s comments, “the lead went right through it! It was translucent, clearly a ghost! A green ghost of a man covered in chains! He gave me such a fright, speaking to me with a frankly grating American accent about pinball machines and other odd things. And then he left, floating up into the air and away! And all that was left behind was… this mysterious ghost substance.” Zed finished his story, holding out the bottle of glowing green liquid.

“Mysterious ghost substance?” Impulse asked.

Skizz gasped. “Dude, maybe that’s like the ghost’s sweat, or his p-”

Impulse muted him before he could finish.

“Scar, I dare you to drink that.” Grian said, pointing at the glass.

“Okay.” Scar said, and took the glass from Zed’s hand, popped the cork, and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

“SCAR!” Grian, Impulse, Gem, and Zed cried.

“Grian, why did you dare him to drink it?” Gem asked, smacking Grian’s arm.

“I didn’t think he actually would do it!” Grian cried.

“Don’t lie, you knew he would.” Impulse said, shaking his head. “Oh, sorry Skizz, did you want to say something?” He unmuted Skizz again.

“Is Scar okay?” Skizz cried. “And also, what does it taste like?”

They all looked to Scar, who was smacking his lips thoughtfully. He looked up at all of them. “Why is everyone looking at me?” He asked.

“You just drank ghost bath water, dude.” Skizz said.

“Ohh…” Scar said, looking at the empty glass. “I zoned out, sorry. So this was the ghost evidence?”

“And you drank it, yeah.” Gem said.

“This tastes familiar. I know where the ghost is.” Scar said. “Follow me.”

He took off, leaving Gem and Grian to stare at each other in disbelief, then follow, followed by Impulse thanking Zed for his help before taking off too, holding Skizz on the hi-pad. The ghost-hunting group followed Scar all the way to the middle of the ocean, to a huge pinball machine that lit up the night sky. They landed on the top, looking around.

“Why are we at Joe Hills’ place?” Grian whispered.

“Because that’s where the ghost is.” Scar said, pointing down at a glowing green ghost on the pinball playfield, moving around, placing blocks, trailed by chains. “It’s the Beetlejoest, it’s what Joe Hills turns into sometimes. Bit of an odd guy, but he still bleeds if you use the right arrows.”

“Wow, a real ghost! On Hermitcraft!” Impulse exclaimed. “Let’s set up our ghost hunting equipment, get as much information as we can! Quick, someone grab the parabolic mic!”

“So are we just going to ignore the part where Scar knew what Joe Hills’ ghost tastes like?” Grian asked. “Was I the only one that heard that?”

[solidwater-arts]

[Day 50]

[ID: A digital drawing of Zedaph resting his arms and head on the edge of the illustration, holding up a test tube filled with a sparkling purple liquid and shaking it in front of his face, looking at the viewer through it. The background is a black-purple gradient with glowy pink particles that become more sparse as the background color gets darker. /End ID]

I wasn't able to finish the drawing I wanted to make for today, so I'm posting this WIP I've had for ages. I was never gonna finish it so I just touched it up a bit to make it pretty

[tibbycaps]

wondering what chau grian and mumbo would talk about. mumbo's a good guy and i assume he'll wanna make grian feel comfortable and human and treated with respect, even if they don't know eachother that well at that point. would they end up talking about architecture? if i remember correctly, chau grian is an architecture student. also, i wonder what zedaph-mumbo-doc conversations would be like. mumbo's on the most normal and ethical end of the spectrum, i think. i'm not confident in zedaph's ethical code (dangling animals upside down indefinitely, keeping villagers in test tubes, u get the idea). and doc seems to be even worse. with his evil scientist machines and his thirst for revange and whatever.

it would be funny if grian being drawn to mumbo in hermitcraft also applied here and for some reason chau grian was just like woah.. this guy rules.. and mumbos literally just some dude.

them nerding out about architecture would be so cool.. i once had a friend whos an architect student tell me the difference between an architect and an engineer is that “an architect designs things, the engineer makes it work”, if thats true i think that could be very grian and mumbo.

i think mumbo is definitely a little concerned/intimidated by grian and his whole situation, but theyd probably become friends very quickly :D

[context-what-context-hm]

Typical scientists...

[Alt text:

Zedaph: "From egg– villagers aren't in eggs, I should know this. From baby– parents. All the way down." Makes noise that mimics a tumble. "All the way down to being able to extort them for as much money as we like in a lovely little test tube down here."

End alt text.]

[ask-skizzleman]

<Zed> this is an automated message, but please respond! Hello fellow Tumblr using hermit, I’m doing a small survey to gather more information about the anons! If you are interested in contributing to science, please answer the following questions:

1. How do you see your anons?

2. What kind of messages do you receive from them?

3. How sentient do they appear to be?

4. If sentient, do they appear to be a hive mind or individuals?

5. Have they given you anything?

6. And finally, have you noticed any strange things about them!

If you do partake in the survey, I will hand craft a brand new knitted or crocheted item for just for you, as thanks!

Science, thank you for its contribution!

- @ask-zedaph

Well, if this is an automated message, I guess it won't do me any good to tell you I am more than slightly scared of what your plans with the anons are.

I'll still answer your questions, just don't put the anons in test tubes.

I see my anons as kind of little bees that fly around buzzing in my ear! I'm just glad none of them have stung me yet!

So far it's just been general questions! I think they're just curious about Hermitcraft!

I'd definitely say they're sentient. They're like my little buddies! I just wanna wrap them all up in a big ole bear hug!

I don't think they're a hivemind. They're just a bunch of different bees, all with their own personality! And they're all awesome, too! I just love them!

No, I haven't gotten anything. Hey, bees, come give me gifts! I want things!

What do you mean by strange....? Come on, I just got here! You can't be confusing me like this!

Alright, give me my gift now! I want my present!

[grimaussiewitch]

Mcyt test tube baby headcanons:

(This is all for fun and is only the characters that the creators presents. I have zero clue if anyone here is an actual test tube baby and even then, real life ivf is way different then whatever I wrote here)

Jaiden: federation Jaiden headcanon/theory goes hand in hand with test tube creation. Just make a baby to work for you.

Grian: look at him. He was not naturally created.

Scar: something about that face feels like it was plastered onto a baby. Like you have a baby floating in a tube and it just has a smirk and wide, unblinking eyes. Somehow born with scars.

Wilbur: “but what about Kristen and Phil!” Nah, the two did some sort of science or magic to make the baby and the Samsung fridge was the surrogate. He was developing along side vegetables. Embryo Wilbur was probably frozen for six months in the freezer part of the fridge too.

Docm77: a creeper that is also a player and enjoys redstone, aka the closest to science in minecraft. Sounds like an experiment to turn mobs into players.

Zedaph: another case of science esq man. Probably makes clones of himself. If not, a sheep magically transforming into zedaph at random.

Foolish: technically kind of canon?? Only if you really think about it. I mean he had to totems be his kids on the dsmp so someone probably made him. How are totems made…

Tommyinnit: lab innit my beloved. Feral energy that can only be contained in a science tube.

Etho: is Canadian.

Mumbo jumbo: the tube was a Pringles can.

Tubbo: he just has the vibes.

Scott smajor: this man is on nearly every smp, at lest one of him was made in a lab. Which one? I do not know.

Shubble: not through a biology lab but the magical equivalent. Season 1!empires was from a mushroom or flower, season 2 is via witch magic. Stirring some good soup and bam! A baby.

Skeppy: is a test tube baby in the way blocks and objects are made through a crafting table.

Pearlescentmoon: no rhyme or reason. She just is. Just picture stardust slushing around in a tube. That’s Pearl.

Literally any mob player ever, especially slime: they either came conscious or was goop in a lab.

Prince Zam: I don’t know much about life steal or Prince Zam but he just has the vibes you know?

Xisumavoid/Evil X: you know how identical twins are made through eggs splitting? Yeah that’s these two. But once fully split they got extra dna thrown into them, just to spice things up. One became more “evil” and the other “British”

[syn4k]

Zedaph

traaaaaaansgender, baby! which way? yes. sexuality? only on Tuesdays. zed's the typa guy to chew on things while thinking- pens, pencils, chewlery, redstone. very much Everywhere- tango likes to joke that if they could hook him up to a test tube then theyd have enough energy to power the server, redstone blocks be damned. zed has been trying to figure out how to do that for years ever since the first time he heard tango say it. sleeps with at least seventeen plushies. gravity fears him (this man can climb ANYTHING). shit at mario kart but got a perfect score in just dance 2013 on stayin alive

[dragonflavoredcake]

Tango: C'mon Zeddie, you can do it! A, B, C, D, E, F, G!

Baby Zedaph: A, D, E, C, G, F, B!

Impulse: Yes Zed, remix!

[galaxygermdraws]

Absolutely fixated on the Test Tube Baby Zedaph AU made by @raisans-art so I decided to do some fanart of the designs because man. I love them. I’m incredibly normal about this AU. It has actually made me cry but like in the best way. This was super fun to draw, go check out the original AU if you don’t know about it I am b e g g i n g you.

(Reblogs w tags/comments are appreciated, as well as going n reblogging the original posts for the AU. Plz Raisans has made such a good AU and it deserves so much love <3)

[roboticsnailslime]

Hello! First post on here and I’m telling you to go read/look at the cool pictures of @raisans-art lovely test tube zedaph au! I don’t have the right goggles but i really wanted to cosplay his impulse design and here it is! (My pronouns are he/it/zip)

[raisans-art]

I know you’re not doing test tube zed anymore, but in his latest vid when he was showing off his stats screen, he pointed at the mobs list with an “I’m on here, I’m a mob too” and I was immediately catapulted back to that au <3

heheh I'm glad you still think of my au from time to time =w= it feels nice knowing that people liked ttz enough for it to have an impact ^^ It's kind of pick me up I think I needed

[skittzdaskittle]

I've lost all motivation to complete the big au drawing, so I did something better

It has (almost) all the characters I was gonna use

[redwinterroses]

Statues of past lives

i think this was for a "give me a random fic title and I'll describe it" ask game.

And I have no idea how old it is, but I'm pretty sure it predates both Landscaping Your Mind and Cleo's s9 base BUT--

This would be an abstract, semi-dreamy fic from Cleo's POV. She's been listening to Landscaping Your Mind while working on the statues of her fellow hermits. She doesn't realize until she steps back to look at them that they don't look... exactly like she currently knows them.

Ren has a mechanical arm and leg, and though the stone is grey for all her figures it's not only the color that makes his cheeks look a bit gaunt and hungry.

Grian holds a mask in one hand and a flint in the other, and he's looking over his shoulder as if he's waiting for someone or something to catch up to him.

Zed stands a bit more hunched than usual, and she squints, wondering why she sculpted him with blunting tips on the ends of his curled horns. And why he seems to be clutching a medical gown in one hand.

She looks down, contemplative, at the grass beneath her feet. Every blade being a past life... she's not sure about that. But past lives in general... Well. She's not superstitious.

She's just undead.

[sleepyyghostt]

hoooly shit how have i never watched zedaph until now. every time i see funny little minecraft guys i think woww you are my little lab rat and i am wearing a cool lab coat and i have you in my test tube and i am shaking the test tube. THATS ZEDAPH. REAL

[sparxwrites]

Boys Night (Science Edition)

(a very silly thing based off of my "tango of the tek variety" headcanon post. i keep thinking about all the fun options, so i decided i was simply going to refuse to choose, and let tango torment the other hermits with his frustrating ambiguity.)

[ao3]

“So,” says Zedaph, several beers down and a little bleary-eyed with it. It’s two in the afternoon, but science waits for no man – science, in this case, being an experiment to answer the vitally important question of which of these many extremely cheap beers taste the worst. Anything counts as science if you write it down, and Zedaph’s got a book and everything. His handwriting had deteriorated significantly between beer two and beer five, admittedly, but it’s fine. “Tango. If you don’t mind me asking– what are you?”

Tango, who was only too happy to volunteer to help with this particular experiment, squints at him. “I’m Tango,” he says. “What’re you talking about, dude?”

“Yes, you’re Tango, but–” Zedaph grasps for his words. “You know how Doc’s a creeper, mostly a creeper, and Ren’s a werewolf, and Grian’s–” The word human dies on his lips. “Scar and Cub are vexes, kind of, and… I don’t know, Gem’s a deer, and–”

“She’s not a deer,” objects Tango. “She’s got people hands.”

“Part deer, then, fine. What are you, some kind of bloody peer reviewer?”

“Okay, Mister Smartass. What’s Bdubs, then?” asks Tango, squinting down the neck of his bottle at the dregs of his beer. “And this one tasted like piss, by the way. Actual piss, not just bad. No joke. Next!”

“That’s Doctor Smartass, thank you very much. And grown in a test tube, probably.” Zedaph obediently writes down tastes like actual piss in the correct row of his neat little table, and tosses Tango a new bottle. “Or bred on some really weird farm.”

“Bullshit you’ve got a doctorate.”

“I’m doing science, aren’t I? That makes me a doctor. But that’s not the point. Come on. What are you?”

“I’m Tango,” says Tango, bewildered. “Tango Tek.”

“Yes, but!” Zedaph throws his hands up in the air, exasperated, despairing. “What does that mean?!”

“It means I’m Tango,” repeats Tango, slowly, as though speed is the issue here. Which, given the growing piles of bottles and cans between them, is a not unreasonable assumption. “And I’m of the Tek variety. What’s not clicking here, Zed?”

Zedaph groans, and taps the small surgical scar beneath his left ear. The faint bump of his universal translator module, implanted beneath the skin, is still there, which means he shouldn’t be mishearing. “Is– is this thing working? Is that the problem? Hello?”

“What’re you hearing me say?” asks Tango, leaning back against the crafting table behind him. “Like. Word for word. Lay it on me.”

“I’m Tango, and I’m of the Tek variety,” repeats Zedaph, in an utterly atrocious imitation of Tango’s voice.

“Yeah, yeah, no, that’s– that’s exactly what I’m saying. Can’t help you with this one, buddy. I’ve got many skills, but I can’t cure stupidity. Sorry.” He dodges the empty beer can Zedaph tosses at his head with ease – mostly because Zedaph is on beer six and his aim is appropriately terrible. “You know what? Okay, I’ll admit, I deserved that.”

“Yes. You did. And– again, what does that mean?”

“Well, it means my name is Tango, and my variety is Tek. Like your name is Zedaph, and your variety is. Uhh. Something.” Tango shrugs, and takes a sip of his beer, before pulling a face. “Okay, that one tastes like cat piss. Weird.”

Zedaph notes that down, and does not ask how Tango knows what cat piss tastes like. Not through a supreme effort of will or anything. He just doesn’t want to know. “Right. So what’s a variety, then?”

“It’s a variety!” Tango, finally, seems to lose his temper. “It’s a– a variety, seriously. I repeat, what’s not clicking?!”

“What does that mean? What does variety mean, is it a, a species, or a subspecies, or some kind of scientific classification, or–”

“It’s like– it’s like–” Tango makes a string of halfhearted and extremely vague gestures, many of which look mildly to moderately obscene, for a solid minute. Then he gives up. “It’s like whatever.” When he takes another sip of his beer, his whole face crumples into an unfathomably disgusted expression. “Give me another one, Zed. I’m drawing the line at cat piss.”

“Right. Draws line at cat piss. But not piss. You’ll drink piss?”

“Yeah, sure,” says Tango, with an air of deep resignation. “I’ll drink piss, but I draw the line at cat piss. You may quote me on that, in your little science paper or whatever. As long as you give me a new beer.”

Zedaph obliges, without much objection. Irritating lack of clarity on the definition of variety aside, he’s not going to make his friend drink cat piss. Even if it is for science.

Tango tips his current bottle out into the roots of a nearby sapling, which is undoubtedly going to do very little for the tree’s overall vitality, and cracks the new can open. He takes a sip with the air of a man expecting the executioner’s axe, and then blinks. “Okay! Okay, this one? Not bad! Not bad at all. I’d give it a solid two out of ten, which, given the last two have tasted like some kind of uhh. Bodily waste. Y’know! Improvement.”

“Two out of ten,” repeats Zedaph, making a dutiful note. “So. Okay. Walk me through this variety thing again. Define it for me. Use short words, if that makes you feel better.”

“I’m gonna shove your short words,” says Tango, “up your ass, if you’re not careful. As for the definition– ‘suck my dick’. How’s that?” He raises his beer in Zedaph’s direction, grinning with too many teeth. His eyes hold a warning, a polite threat of friendly violence. “Cheers, dude.”

Ever sensitive to subtle social cues, Zedaph shuts up, raises his beer, and drinks.