#the scientist answers

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[librarydilf]

drift compatibility continues to be one of my favorite ways to analyze a relationship. yes this ship is good but could they pilot a jaeger together LET'S DISCUSS

[friedmagazinebouquet]

Carlos' job is science much in the same way as Ken's job is beach

[thesecondsanctuary]

why is she so bugs

[platypaws]

Honestly, if Perry did get chipped.. realistically the boys wouldn't think about it too much.

They'd just go "oh look, Perry's at the Evil Scientist Convention".

well REALISTICALLY if he got chipped the boys wouldn’t be able to track his location because that’s not how animal chips work

but SUSPENDING MY DISBELIEF FOR YOU DWAMPY even if they could track his location, they straight up…wouldn’t do it. They do trust him, they trust him to get back home, they trust him to get himself out of situations

the only time they WOULD check on his location is if he hadn’t returned home for a long while like that time when he got reassigned

BUT IF THEY DID CHECK HIS LOCATION DAILY they literally would not care. “oh perry’s in the same spot again today! there’s probably a neat sun spot somewhere there!"

[screams-of-the-damned84]

no context chappell roan hyde from the qna that I drew in five minutes. please enjoy

[markscherz]

You are everything I aspire to be

If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.

This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.

Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.

It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.

So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hi there, this is my way of saying thank you for what’s now my favorite comfort fic. A little baby bloodmoon curled up in killcode’s hand. I do apologize for his hand kinda being wonky drawing hands is definitely not my strong suit, hope you like it anyway and once again thank you🖤

AHDAOPJADOFIOHADFIHFAOFAFAFAIOHFA

They look so adorable! I know I said they were that small, but why are they that small! That thing needs some blood immediately so they can grow!

This is absolutely adorable! I love this! They're just babies who never did anything wrong!

(Also the hand being the hardest to draw is so real :') )

Thank you! :D I really appreciate this! And I'm happy I managed to make something that can be a comfort!

[youandthemountains]

"#still losing my mind over the beta canon where bones lives with spock on vulcan when Amanda gets ill and then passes away#and Spock's like yeah my dad liked him so much <3"

where's that from???

It's from The Autobiography of Mr. Spock by Una McCormick!

[shanastoryteller]

Merry bday! A continuation of Enola Holmes marrying the viscount of Basilweather would be really cool 😀

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

She wrinkles her nose when Tewksbury passes over her cup of tea with two sugars, unstirred, and she knows.

She puts down the cup too quickly, blood pounding in her ears, and Tewksbury frowns, reaching for her hand. "Enola?"

"Got to go," she says, pushing herself to standing, almost just leaves him sitting there, hand outstretched, but he's her husband and she loves him, so she darts over to smack a kiss on his lips before she's running for the door.

"Enola!" he calls out again, but now he sounds less worried and more exasperated, which is better, which is good. There's nothing for him to worry about.

She wants her mother, who's banned from London and is causing political unrest in Southern France currently, or Edith, who's doing something clever and illegal in Scotland. She'd take Victoria, but Mycroft will be there, and he's the last person she wants to see right now. Sherlock, while beloved, is useless, but his boy is a doctor.

She drops in at 221B Baker Street, picking the lock like always, and is relieved that Sherlock is still asleep and decides not to have any opinions on the various bones scattered about the kitchen table. She assumes there's a reasonable explanation for them.

"Oh, Enola!" John grins and shoves some femurs to the side to make space at the table. "Here, join me, would you like some oatmeal? Are you looking for your brother? I can wake him-"

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out, then bites her bottom lip.

John blinks once, then twice, then says with a gentleness that had made her like him in the first place - because Sherlock wanted to be gentle, but was quite bad at it, so someone had to teach him - "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Wanted seems like not the correct word, although of course it is, because she and Tewksbury had been, not trying, but not-not trying, which probably amounted to the same thing, considering how often they - well.

"I can fix it," he says, voice low and serious, "if it's something that needs to be fixed."

Enola lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "No. No, it doesn't need to be fixed."

She loves that he offered. She loves John, more her brother than Mycroft will ever be, sometimes even more her brother than Sherlock is. If nothing else, her brothers had picked their partners well. Victoria and John are a delight.

John is the functional one between them, explosions and skeletons notwithstanding. John is the one that coaxed her brother into a proper relationship and John is the one that knew they were like parents to all the Irregulars and John isn't normal but he grew up normal.

"Are you worried something's wrong?" he asks. "I can look you over."

"No," she says, although, "I mean, yes, that'd be nice because Tewksbury will go spare, but no, I'm not worried anything's wrong."

He leans back in his chair, looking her over, and after almost ten years of dealing with her and Sherlock and even occasionally Mycroft he can read them almost as well as they can read everyone else.

"It's alright to be scared," he says finally. "Lots of women are when they find out, even when it's wanted, even when the baby's healthy."

"I'm not scared," she says, but for the first time her words feel like a lie. "I shouldn't be scared. What do I have to be scared of?"

She wishes her mother was here.

Will her children miss her like this too?

Sometimes she misses her mother even when she's right in front of her, and if nothing else, she's her mother's daughter.

John gets to his feet, stand in front of her, and opens his arms. She looks away even as she steps forward, like if she doesn't look at him when she does it then it doesn't count as weakness.

His arms close around her. He smells like chai and antiseptic and it's only years of association that make the combination comforting. "I can't wait to be an uncle."

He'll be an uncle. Sherlock will be an uncle. Even Mycroft, and Victoria will be delighted to be an aunt, and to raise her children with Enola's. Of course there's her mother-in-law, and Tewksbury's uncle, who have been angling for her to have a child from the day they married.

There's Tewksbury, who loves her, who isn't going to die on her or leave her if either of them have anything to say about it, who isn't going to leave her to raise their children the way her mother raised her.

Alone.

She's been saying she wasn't going to do this alone from the beginning, but standing here in Sherlock's kitchen, with John holding her steady, she really believes it.

[suranamellblackwood]

okay but why DOES solas have naked statues of ghilan'nain holding hands with andruil

taash has apparently determined that he's not smuggling it to fund the rebellion

[boinky-doinky]

btw the way you draw bright makes me wanna do freaky things

Bright featuring me in the background

[honey-skulls]

Our relationship with Gaster is so interesting

He's obsessed with us, he spent years finding a way to make contact with us, to study us. He observes everything we do. He might have created/modified Deltarune just for us. He actively reacts to our Knight fight attempts, he's fascinated, he's attached. there's a parasocial relationship, he's almost obsessed with us, seeing what we can do, what we will do. noting down every bit of info about us for his research

...

That's we've been doing about him for the last years. Hunting down every single bit of information about him we find in the code, in the text, in the background. Every variable and numbers. What he looks like, what he does, what he did, what he can do. We made so many theories and fanwork about him. Every time he talks directly to us, people freak out, in curiosity or joy or fear. He's some people's favourite character. We're fascinated with him.

There's a mutual obsession there, we're both studying each other, intensely so, in a kind of relationship and interaction I've never seen done quite like that between player and character

[inkyrainstorms]

jekyll and Hyde au with Ford and Stan. drops this and runs away before exploding into a bajillion million pieces

you are a fucking GENIUS and i’m going to explode right there with you, OH MY GOSH yes yes

okay. so the main thing about this sort of au is that it would follow the logic of the relationship between Jekyll and Hyde in The Glass Scientists — where Stan and Ford are essentially two sides of the same coin, two halves of the same soul. they want to pretend they’re not the same person, but at the end of the day, they’re inextricably intertwined with each other. there’s no jekyll without hyde. a jekyll without Hyde is half a man and no more

Ford without Stan is half of a pair and no more.

man, this would make their conflict all the more devastating, wouldn’t it? i feel like Hyde and Jekyll aren’t perfect 1-1 recreations of the twins (obviously), but Hyde would be Stan and Ford would be Jekyll.

Ford was always an outcast, so him starting up the Society of Arcane Sciences (cannot remember the full name atm this is my bad) with the help of Fiddleford would make a lot of sense! the social aspect of running that place…less so.

now i imagine that in this au, Ford and Stan would have a lot more amiable of a relationship than Jekyll and Hyde did — Stan wouldn’t be relegated to the night, he would likely take over for more presentational or social events, and help Ford have fun when they’re goofing off and being “the spirit of london (Jersey?) (lmao) night”

…. (Glass Shard Beach and the Glass Scientists.) (this is taking place on the jersey shoreline now. maybe the institution is in New York, and Ford’s home is still Jersey and he doesn’t visit as often as he should) (it can’t be in gravity falls unless gravity falls is full of rich sponsors now i fear) (… PRESTON)

Ford would handle the responsibilities, the science (he’s be a cryptozoologist, obviously) (which likely means that the split of their soul was a result of an accident with a magical creature and a bad reaction than an attempt to isolate the “bad parts of him”) (public speaking skills are Good actually), and generally upkeeps his reputation while Stan handles a lot of the rest of it.

Ford is still unhinged as hell when it comes to science, and Stan often has to play the voice of reason, despite how much he hates it. they bounce off of each other, play to each other strengths and weaknesses. take turns holding each other back from accidentally killing themselves

… GOD THIS IS SO LONG, THERES SO MUCH TO UNPACK ANON YOUVE GIVEN ME BRAINWORMS I FEAR

@kaykayli @afkphorabit < do you two see my vision

[sillygoofyqueer]

WOOO FUCKED UP XIANXIAN. I humbly ask for how the burial mounds change him (ur au is feeding me and giving me inspiration to draw it is a NEED for more info)

Heheeheheheeee oookay!!! Who am I to deny such a loving worshipper of my shrine? For starters, let's talk about the hair. The iconic, grimy hair. It's covered in really dried blood and dirt from you know, qi deviation supreme plus tearing apart a guy with his bare hands plus getting beat half to death PLUS being thrown into the Burial Mounds. This, is quite an issue, especially with the previous knots n shit always in his hair anyway. At first, Wei Ying is stubborn about keeping it, stubborn about being able to honour his parents while they are dead, but then there's the issue of practicality. Eventually he breaks and saws off the worst parts of his hair with Suibian, meaning that his hair...well, looks like it's been cut with a sword. He can put it up into a ponytail with his mother's ribbon, but there's always different bits slipping free because there's all different lengths.

Now the rest of it! You know how I mentioned that the Burial Mounds sent resentful energy curling through Wei Ying's system as like a mini heal before his golden core could start healing it all up himself? Well, that shows the most in his EYE. REMEMBER??? I said that he has a sort of cloudy eye from a training session with Wen Xu!! SO, his eye has resentful energy just swirling around in there (in the sclera to be specific), and he goes through bouts where he can see out of it really well and he's like holy SHIT this is great, and then sometimes he can't see out of it at ALL. It's either one hundred percent or zero percent. The Burial Mounds is really trying Its best, I promise.

Also also, I mentioned how the resentful energy seemed to 'stain' his fingers and basically leaves his joints impossible to move sometimes without an acupuncture session from Wen Qing to help the resentful energy 'flow'. Well, without these sessions, mixed with much more resentful energy being used each day, this 'stain' is basically not even a stain anymore, dark black and reaching up to mid bicep at least, slowly crawling up to his shoulders. His arms are in constant pain, they hurt to move and use, but Wei Ying can't just not use his arms, so he has to power through them. Some days, when he can find time to meditate a little, it helps, but it's just a temporary fix each time.

The resentful energy is also crawling through his veins to help with any breaks and bursts so there are like patches of his skin that are also a deep black, thin cracks in his skin where it has breached his skin. His legs and hips deal with this the most because they dealt with a lot of the blows and took most of the damage during the fall, so there are splashes of resentful energy and cracks of it where his bone broke skin. He's basically in constant pain and will be until he can get out of the Burial Mounds so his golden core has juice to heal his fucked up body. A different note but he's also just very skinny, very gaunt, just muscle (because he needs to learn how to fight through the never ending pain and Suibian gets restless without the wind on her blade).

The resentful energy constantly within his body is also...having stranger effects. He doesn't notice any of them of course, he doesn't have time to think about why he doesn't need to blink basically at all anymore, why his neck doesn't break with how he moves it, or why his bones just click and shift slightly instead of breaking if they bend inwards instead of outwards. The Burial Mounds doesn't want him to hurt anymore, so It's helping by making him....more flexible? (Changing his body. Twisting it.) His joints can all be just snapped backwards and it doesn't cause that much pain, just a vague soreness or like an itch that can't be stitched. Sometimes, when the resentful energy is at its strongest, he can go almost an hour without breathing before he randomly does one of those big breaths and doesn't notice it's the first one he's done in a while.

I almost forgot about the scars!! So many scars. Oh my god. His fingers are very crooked because they probably fractured both from the beatings and also while ripping a guy's chest open, which I can only assume takes a fair bit of force. It's easy to see where the new scars are with his new tone of skin - tanned corpse!! The new scars are a mixture of beating scars, raised skin where bone has broken flesh and then burn scars. "Why are there-" I'M OBVIOUSLY GOING TO TELL YOU. GOD. It's because the few times that Wei Ying is meditating and his natural qi can sort of 'take the wheel a little', it tries to burn out the resentful energy, but it's literally in Wei Ying's skin and body, so it just ends up burning at his skin n shit. I don't know where else to add this so I'm putting this here but this man is literally in ONE robe. He is in his inner robe with gashes rips and blood stains and mud on it. He is TITS out, the resentful energy pulsing through his brand mark (claw marks from where he tried to rip it out during his qi deviation by the way).

BONUS because I'm going to make this the post of the day (I mistimed everything siiiigh) -> The Burial Mounds definitely has a 'physical' form that he takes for Wei Ying's benefit, and It tries to appear in a form that is known to Wei Ying. However, It only has Wei Ying as a reference....and we know that Wei Ying's Not Doing Great right now. Of course, It is made from the collective resentful energy of thousands of deaths upon these grounds, but it's more a feeling, a concept, rather than all of the spirits remembering absolutely everything about themselves. They do not remember what they once were, they don't remember what humans are, these are creatures fuelled only by hatred, or revenge, or loss, or sadness etc. That is what makes up the Burial Mounds.

Anyway, so, using Wei Ying (and generic things) as a frame of reference, what does the Burial Mounds look like? For one, It is like, scary tall, looming over Wei Ying - this is so It can take care of him! It has noticed that the younger creatures are often smaller than the older creatures, and Wei Ying is Its child, so It must be bigger than him! It just is...a lot bigger than him. It's also very skinny, because Wei Ying is skinny, and once again, young creatures are often smaller imitations of the older creatures, so It must be skinnier! This leads to an obviously terrifying effect of Its skin clinging to Its 'bones' because It doesn't doesn't know what muscles are and doesn't think It needs them like Wei Ying.

It also notices that Wei Ying has really long hair and is really determined to keep it long, so of course It has to have long hair as well!!! Thick, black hair that hangs around Its face, revealing a singular red eye, and down Its body, dragging at Its feet with every move it makes. Sometimes, when Wei Ying is stressed and his hands aren't too bad, he practices hairstyles on It. Its actual features are indiscernible. They flicker and change, different features of the spirits fuelling It appearing at any moment. It has a singular grey robe on, and It looks like It's just crawled out of a grave with it on. Its impossibly pale skin is littered with scars, shifting to symbolise different spirits' deaths as well.

[redrumrose]

Now for the actual question:

Pavel, what's the longest and shortest one of your ex-nurses has lasted? Care to share what went wrong?

"Papa's busy at the moment, and even if he wasn't, he seldom talks of his past failures. But I'd be more then happy to answer."

"Number 1 was by far the shortest lived nurse because she was far too curious. You know the old saying about cats and curiosity? Well it happened to her."

"Number 2 was far too confident and hardly heeded warnings, which is foolish in papa's hospital. Never know what could be stored in these old labs."

"Number 3 succumbed to auntie's odd serums. After such an incident, papa banned auntie from experimenting on his assistants."

"Number 4 was too hesitant with things. And while that's good to some extent to keep you safe, too much hesitancy can be just as dangerous. Especially when dealing with the things papa creates."

"5 barely listened to papa's important lessons, and if there's one rule you should always listen to, is to always listen to papa's lessons. He dropped her to the lower levels of the hospital where all patients become useful one way or another."

"Number 6 became too disturbed by something she saw I suppose. She vanished in terror into the night, never to be found again… or maybe she was."

"And 7, poor 7. We cats of Hospital 11 loved her so, but the lab equipment didn't love her as much it seems."

"Finally Number 8… had such promise, but she upset papa and auntie the most. She stole their notes and knowledge, and attempted to flee with it before papa caught her. Why? Well no one will ever know now."

"After 8, papa and auntie swore not to take on anymore assistants, but there's something about number 9 that made them reconsider. I suppose I see it, she gives the best chin scratches and serves the best diner to us cats. But now only time will tell if she becomes another folder in Hospital 11's files."

"And our longest surviving nurse? She was actually never papa's assistant. Katya was originally auntie's assistant, but she was also too frightened of the goes on around here. Her scaredy-cat nature must be what's kept her around... I completely relate! Now she spends most of her days just assisting in simple surgeries and keeping Tchaikovsky, the hospital lobby cat, company."

"From one cat to another, I hope that satisfies your curiosity! Now if you'll pardon me, it's time for a nap."