#test tube zedaph au

[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 ^^

[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!

[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)

[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

[raisans-art]

First piece of fanart and it's absolutely stellar!!! God I love this so much!!

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)

[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.

[cosmic-nopedog]

Since you like Zedaph, may I suggest @raisans-art for his test tube Zedaph au? It's very funny and he makes amazing drawings!

oh that! Yeah i've seen it come across my dash every now n then!

I will have to checkkk it out :]

[duckmumbo]

tell us about plant powers mumbo if you have any specific thoughts!! -mnd

I have so many thoughts you don’t even know

- I think Mumbo spent more time in the s8 world than the actual irl break was. There’s the almost 3 months that the actual break took place, but in my au I think Mumbo tried for the first month or so to contact them through his communicator, but he couldn’t reach them (bc void interference) so after a while he gave up and either lost it or broke it in a fit of rage. He spends the next two months trying to figure out a way off of the server, but he can’t leave because a part of him is still so reluctant to leave since as far as he knows, he’s the only hermit still alive, and he doesn’t want to know if that’s true or not, so the plants don’t let him leave.

Meanwhile, on the s9 server, boatem has arrived and they’re frantically trying to convince the hermits with admin powers to let them go back to the s8 world to see if mumbo’s still there, but they don’t let them go for at least another month because plot and safety concerns. Eventually, they get to go, and they bring Mumbo back and they all live mostly happily ever after <3

- When the moon crashed into s8 with Mumbo still on it, he panic grew a giant canopy of trees to protect him (think that scene in guardians of the galaxy when Groot sacrifices himself to save everyone else). It works, but he can’t figure out how to get them to go back, so this means he spends the next 3 months living with no lighting other than the torches and lanterns left behind by the hermits and some giant glowberry vines that he grew

This also means that when he gets to s9, he’s not at all used to the sun anymore, and he ends up taking refuge in Scar’s tree because it’s darker in there and he can’t relax if he’s not surrounded on all sides by the humming of plant life

- His vault. His main regret after s8 is spending so much time on the Mooners that he never thought to prepare for the worst, to have a safe place for his family friends to go if worse came to worst. So he builds a vault. He hides behind jokes of being the richest hermit, behind saying that nobody is allowed to enter the vault and it’s for his eyes only, but really he’s preparing a huge underground bunker for them to ride out anything he can possibly think of. It starts out as just for the members of boatem with his starter base, but then as he settles in more and spends more time with the other hermits he starts to draw up plans for a bigger one, one that all the hermits could fit in comfortably with room to spare

- I’ve been seeing a lot of aus recently where people invade hermitcraft and attack them (shoutout to test tube Zedaph au it’s a major source of brainrot right now), so I think Mumbo would also worry about that alongside the rest of his doomsday preparations. He sets up an elaborate network of modified plant seeds underground, including stuff like buffed wither roses, Venus fly traps, and other dangerous plants (shoutout to the Stepping Stones series on ao3 and how they wrote Tubbo with plant powers for the inspo for this) that are just lying dormant, waiting for him to activate it and let them grow in case of people coming to hermitcraft to hurt them.

- I’ve just realized there’s a bit of a plot hole with Bdubs and some other hermits canonically still being on the s8 world when the moon hit so I’m just gonna say the other hermits weren’t going to let this happen so they forced them to leave with everyone else. No hermit left behind (except mumbo but that’s not his fault) <3

[slimesidian]

I wrote another Candy Man Curse AU drabble, kind of a direct sequel to this ficlet. Thanks to @red-rose-gown​ for giving me this obsession. And @shadeswift99​ too because that’s where this pain started and I’m going to call that out.

[TW: Body horror, candy gore, Zed is slowly going mad]

-Mod Slime

Zed should have noticed something was wrong when his hands started feeling unusually wet. It’s not like he took the gloves off, no, he had no reason to, but somehow some kind of liquid must have gotten into them. Yeah, yeah that was it. He wasn’t feeling weird or anything… he was fine.

He’d spent endless days observing Tango’s strange, caramel covered state. He’d been able to identify the cause, which was actually a mix of confections he found on Tango’s person. The most concerning of these was purple rock candy, as it didn’t seem natural. Where did it even come from? The question lingered in Zed’s mind as he put the candy aside, trying to resist its allure. 

He’d been trying so hard to make a cure for whatever had befallen his friend, trying so hard to come up with something… He had stopped checking his communicator early into the experimenting. He couldn’t handle the panicked messages of the other Hermits about the situation. He ignored all the discussion about whatever was going on, because if he could find a cure, if he could save Tango… then they could save everybody else.

But he couldn’t be distracted.

He wouldn’t be distracted.

                                                          * * *

Something was definitely wrong with Zedaph. He didn’t know what it was, there was no way it could be the infection. He hadn’t eaten any of the candies he’d taken from Tango. He’d put them in a secure seal so he could study them and figure out what they were without consuming them. Maybe that wasn’t enough, though. Maybe… maybe it was enough just to be around the things. Maybe that’s why the air seemed… glittery. Everything seemed brighter than it normally was, mundane experiences had a bit of whimsy to them. It almost felt good…

No. No he couldn’t give into it. He mentally scolded himself, pulling his hair into a ponytail and ignoring how it had gotten much fluffier at the bottom. Usually he made a habit of chewing on his hair, but he’d noticed it getting fluffier and easily dissolving in his mouth… he may have accidentally swallowed some of it while he was working. 

But he was fine.

He was fine. Truly…

                                                          * * *

Every day Tango seemed to get worse, and Zed couldn;t help but fear he wasn’t being fast enough. He hardly recognized the Netherborn when he looked at him now, what with the amount of caramel coating his skin combined with the purple thorn-like protrusions… it hurt to see. He also hadn’t responded to Zed at all. It’s like he wasn’t even aware, just a husk of his former self, being eaten by the inside out… it’d be almost ironic enough to be funny... if it wasn’t so painful.

If Zed wasn’t so worried about Tango, he’d probably think the caramel hair looked a tad delicious… what? No that’s disgusting, yes caramel tastes good but that’s Tango’s hair. And quite possibly his skin. 

Zed shook the thought off, returning to his work, lightly pulling at his hair and plopping a small bit of the fluff into his mouth absentmindlessly.

Zedaph was not okay.

                                                          * * *

It was much worse now. Zed hadn’t taken proper care of himself since this started, so he hadn’t had time to fully look at himself, but staring at his reflection in the glass of one of his test tubes while taking a small break… it terrified him. His once long hair had fluffed up even more, it looked like cotton candy, almost. It tasted like it too. His skin already seemed a tad more sticky than before, like he was sweating constantly, but it wasn’t falling. 

All of that aside, it was his eyes that scared him the most. He usually had purple eyes surrounded by a sea of white just too bright to be natural. Now? It was pink surrounded by a light purple. Vibrant pink, too. Oh void this was bad… he needed to find a cure. He needed to find a cure and fast, he couldn’t be close to doing so and then turn… the Hermits needed that cure… Tango needed that cure…

Soon, he would need that cure too.

                                                          * * *

Zed had accepted that he was slowly turning into a candy abomination whether he wanted to or not. He’d accepted that he couldn’t stop it. He was fine with that. He could handle being infected himself. What he could not and would not accept, is Tango being stuck in a perpetual candy coma.

He was gonna get out of this, even if Zed had to turn into a goopy pile of candy for it to happen. Tango had come to the lab clearly in pain and Zed was not about to let him suffer anymore. If he had to suffer to save his best friend? So be it. Tango needed him more now than ever…

                                                          * * *

It was done… Zed had no idea if it would work, but he’d made a cure. He’d had to turn himself a little more to see if it would work, actively consuming the catalysts of this virus. It had made things so much worse for him, he didn’t care though. He’d manage to revert his hand back to a normal state with a small bit of the cure, meaning Tango would be okay… and that made all of it worth it.

Zed had already taken extensive notes on the cure in case Tango decided to recreate it. He needed someone to cure the other Hermits, and Tango was one of the few people who understood Zed’s weird notes. He just needed to leave Tango a note telling him where to find the cure’s ingredients. So he got to work on that… it was messy, almost illegible given how hard it was to write without properly separated fingers, but it would work.

He placed the note on the bedside table, next to where Tango had been resting, and he popped open the vile with the cure in it. One shot, he had one shot. Carefully, he moved the vile towards what was left of Tango’s lips, and began pouring it into his mouth, noticing Tango’s neck move from swallowing. 

Good, he smiled, Tango would be okay if this went well…

Now that he was sure Tango was safe… well, he had to make sure he couldn’t hurt him.

So, he scooped up what remaining sweets were left, and he made his way down to the basement he created for his testing. The Chamber as he lovingly dubbed it upon its creation. He had planned to use it for something less dangerous… but he had no other option for himself now. 

He stood in the dropshoot for the Chamber, pressing a button and falling inside. It didn’t even hurt upon impact, which was probably a sign to how far gone Zed’s body was. He didn’t even feel it when small purple spikes began growing out of his spine, he just stared at the wall with glazed over eyes, much like Tango’s were, and he let the sweet infectious poison take over whatever was left of his remaining sanity, smiling as it did.

[fictionkinfessions]

the kin gods wanted me to be a zedaph kin so badly that they made me kin three separate versions of him

-a zedaph who just kimfirmed that he’s a test tube au zed along with his other two zedaph kins, sheep!zedaph n canon typical!zedaph [#xb💙]

[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

[dragonflavoredcake]

Impulse: Zed, I think it's time we tell you about the birds and the bees. Zedaph: ? Tango: IMPULSE NO— Impulse, tearing up: They're disappearing at an alarming rate. Tango: Zed, also tearing up:

@raisans-art

[roboticsnailslime]

*Sighs* have some broken impy

[skittzdaskittle]

Boy

I'll occasionally post updates

This isn't gonna be a consistent thing XD

[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)

[raisans-art]

Art summary of 2022! Started off strong with mcyt art, drifting from empires into hermitcraft and settled for a while. May is the month ttzau started (hooray!!) and September saw a rare occurrence of dsmp art. Had a brief fling with rottmnt in the October area and got dumped into submas shortly after

A very interesting year! Thank you for anyone who stopped in at any point this year to see what I made! I’m forever grateful

To 2023, and more to come!

A lot of train men until something else catches my eye

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