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A Scientist’s Regret (Trafficsona Adventure)
This oneshot is based within the world of the DnD-inspired oneshot-campaign that I made for a discord group that I’m vibing in. This takes place prior to the events of this campaign.
CW: The oneshot ahead involves themes of dehumanization (how scientists could view lab rats), and also has references kidnapping and lab-based tests
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Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as a lone figure speed-walked down a winding, stone hallway. The man's boots clicked and clacked against the cold metal floor as he moved towards his destination. Sweat beaded against his brow as he scowled.
Why didn't I just take one of those stupid, hidden shortcuts?
The man mentally cursed himself as he regretted the decisions that led him to this point. There were so many hidden passages to this ancient place, and all of them can lead to the same location. But even if he were to change his mind now, he was already close to his destination.
A deep sigh escaped from the man as he turned another corner. The passageway continued for quite a few feet until a large, black metal door appeared in the distance and blocked the way forward. The man fixed his lab coat with a grumble as he stopped in front of the door.
Running his scarred hand through his purple-ish hair, the man checked the door and placed his hand against the metal. The door didn't even budge when he pushed against it.
Locked... Amazing...
Narrowing his eyes, the man looked towards the right side of the door and stared at the device attached to both the door and the stone wall: An electronic lock with a glowing number pad and speaker. Before he could type in the passcode for a quicker entry, a robotic voice buzzed from the speaker.
" Name?" The robotic voice questioned with a buzz afterwards.
" Alfred." The man, Alfred, spoke with a sigh.
Not this again...
Alfred thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. The man was tapping the tip of his boot against the metal floor.
I'm already late on my analysis. I don't need this!
" Full name?" The voice questioned again.
" Alfred Dentrel." The man sighed again with growing agitation.
" Name accepted. Welcome to Lab 2, Dr. Dentrel." The voice beeped with a scratchy tune.
Alfred let out a thankful sigh as the metallic door slid open with a loud clank. Quickly, the scientist entered the room before the door slammed shut behind him. If he were even a hair slower, then, well, he didn't want to think about it.
A brief pain went through his arm as he looked at the scratches on the metal door. Alfred looked down at his hand and stared at it with a wince. Eventually, the pain subsided as he took in a deep breath and released it. Alfred's shoulders raised a bit as he opened his lab coat and brought out his clipboard.
After taking his pencil out of his pocket, he walked to the nearest capsule and tapped the writing utensil against the clipboard. A sigh escaped from him as he rolled his neck and squinted up at the subject.
" Subject Eight: Striped Dogcat..." Alfred spoke as he began to write, " While not the strangest of the captured specimens, they do still have some... oddities to them."
Alfred looked up from his clipboard and grimaced. A shiver went up his spine as he noted down the burns that covered the lower, exposed parts of the creature's legs.
" Prior... ahem...Prior to obtainment, the subject was in an accident that burnt their legs below their knees." Alfred spoke as he shuddered again, " The skin should've healed a long time ago, but, it's still fairly damaged. The specimen's skin is still a milky red with white streaks. It keeps trying to heal as I've observed; however, something is preventing it from doing so."
Alfred continued to stare down at his notes; he didn't want to look up at the hybrid anymore than he had too. The scientist let out a sigh as he doodled small sketches with a slightly shaky hand. Alfred rolled his neck and shuddered.
" Be.... Besides these burns... The hybrid has lost their leg due to a fight with an unknown entity wearing a strange set of robes." Alfred noted with a squint of his eyes. The scientist grimaced as he recalled looking through the memories that the subject had from the origin world:
Each memory seemed worse than the last, each death seemed worse than the last, and each encounter with.... that thing.... seemed worse than the last. Even within this simulation, the encounters haven't seemed to have gotten better nor end.
Alfred's pencil stopped writing as he dug the granite of his pencil deep into the paper.
Crack!
The pencil began to bend causing deep cracks to form along its side. The man's mind was racing with multiple thoughts. Meanwhile, Alfred's wrist was shaking as he ignored what was happening around him unti-
SNAP!
" S-Shoot!" Alfred flinched as he looked at his broken pencil and the deep, hard to erase, indent on the page. He shook his head and let out a sigh,
" W-Why... Why did that.. that thing sound... so familiar?"
Alfred voiced his thought with a stammer; however, he gained no response from the near silent room. The man shook his head as he looked back down at this clipboard. After taking in a deep breath, he swapped his broken pencil out for a pen and resumed his documenting.
" Currently, we are monitoring the subject's brain waves in order to discover the true identities of the cloaked entities that we've heard about..." Alfred sighed, " We.... We haven't had any luck though. These entities are quite elusive and some can only appear within the subject's dreams...Said dreams that cannot be monitored at this time."
Alfred's shoulders scrunched up, " The head of the office has requested for permission to delve further into the subject's mind... But, there is a theory that...." Alfred's words trailed off as he cleared his throat and coughed.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Alfred flinched as he briefly crossed one leg behind the other. Steadily, the scientist tapped the tip of his boot against the floor as his skin crawled. The man didn't want to finish writing nor speaking the sentence. However, he forced himself to continue; it was his job, after all.
" There is a working theory that the procedure will possible damage the subject's mind and this will be... near impossible to reverse without other kinds of damage." Alfred looked down and shuddered. The man let out a weak sigh as his hand began to shake. Alfred didn't even try to stop it.
" But, if the procedure were to be a 'success', " he avoided adding quotation marks in his actual notes, " then we should be able to uncover the secrets within the minds of the other seven subjects too."
The man lowered his shoulders as he looked back up at the floating body that was in stasis: Pale skin, bruises, burns, sleep deprieved, and a wolf-like tail and ears that were both covered in stripes.
It's strange.
Alfred finally thought after staring for what felt like forever. His pen rolled off his clipboard as he took a small step backwards. Then, his hand gripped against the paper until it started to become a ball.
I've been told to not care about these creatures... I've been told that they are bloodthirsty, aggressive monsters that will kill on site.. But, despite what we've, I've, been told, these subjects... these creatures... they're.... why're....
" Why... Why are they so... human...? "
#Mighty's oneshots#Mighty's DnD campaign#Mighty's Trafficsona Adventure#Trafficsona#Who's this OC? Don't worry about it#You'll meet him soon :)#Yes I realize that the drawing doesn't match Subject Eight's description#I drew this before I made this adventure#I just never found a good time to post it.#This is that good time.
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I'm finally free from exams so uhhhhhhhhhhhh here's another sketch dump
We have fun here
#your regularly scheduled programming will resume shortly#I fear the day I have to sit for licensure#amrev#washington's aides#is that the tag we use for them?#I don't feel like tagging all of them but this is the squad during that brief period when Mac was there but Fitz hadn't left yet#no idea if you can figure out who everyone is without their hair color but I will not be clarifying it#oh that dude in the funky waistcoat is an OC don't worry about him#from the sketchbook#might as well use a tag for that if I'm going to be posting these now
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in which bo learns his skin is the temperature of the sun
#twst#twisted wonderland#gawzdrawz#twst oc#yuusona#ace trappola#twst: bo#how many twst tags can i had#anyway#love these goobers#bo wearing 3 layers and shivering: guys is it cold in here#anyone who has ever been close enough to feel the heat of his skin: no??????????????#he's just Like That don't worry about it
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(good grief it been a while......)
anyway hi im not dead
heard it was a special bee's birthday (@realizinau )
so i opened ms paint and doodled this real fast
he put his knitting skillz to use and made a cute sweater :)
the next challange however is giving it to Bailee
#scrappy possum#digital art#oc art#realizin' au#realizin' au extras#< i think#anyway happy birthday littol bee :)#now the little ball of anxiety has to give this sweater to his cru- FRIEND#WOAH WHO SAID THAT :)))))))#HAHAHAHAHAH#(im so very sorry)#im crazy about ocs#so....#aint no harm in a little thing right#(again im sorry. i hope it isnt rude of me to WANT two ocs to get together. considering one of them isnt even mine)#funfact: scrappy's creator also has anxiety and is worried she will be considered rude or annoying#Please don't indulge my stupid fantasies XD unless you want to#I'm not going to stop you but I'm not going to force you either (do whatever. s'not my OC)#Well scrappy is my oc#I'm sure you know what I mean.....#I'll stop talking now
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Would you classify Machete as neurodivergent at all? Like in an autistic way? Or is it just the overwhelming ambition, trauma, and anxiety?
I think I've projected so many of my own autistic traits on him over the years, chances are he's at least a little bit on the spectrum.
#your ocs tend to mirror facets of yourself more often than not#whether you want or intend it to be that way or not#I think#I'm a little hesistant to assign a whole bunch of specific labels on him though#because if I say “this character is ace” there are people who will start to view them as ace representation#or autism representation or gnc representation or italian representation or catholic representation#what have you#and if character x represents thing y#I'm worried eventually someone will show up and say “your character represents autism wrong/badly”#even though we're talking about one person's highly personal oc and not like a commercial product#I don't know I'm just overthinking probably#but yes back to your original question you're probably correct to assume he has some neurodivergency going on#he doesn't know#nobody knows#it's late 1500s#and he has learned to mask well#answered#ephemeralprince#Machete
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i love you OCs who are ridiculously overpowered. i love you OCs who romance every canon character possible. i love you OCs who are related to the main character. i love you OCs who don't have a tragic backstory. i love you OCs who were created for the sole purpose of railing a very specific character. i love you OCs who break the narrative. i love you OCs who have ever been called Mary Sue. i love you OCs who are like you but not you but still you. i love you OCs who make their skill and beauty look effortless. i love you OCs
#original character#in my OC feels tonight#because my girl Renge is almost a year old now and thinking about how she evolved and still does#how she's a ghost of older OCs but also not and like me but also not and#she's a baby she's my meow meow she's the goddess i will never be#all the talks with friends about their OCs#listening to their stories and swooing over arts of them#and i feel many people are still held back by making their own OCs because they fear someone will laugh at them#or call them this Mary Sue bs which i will hold a presentation on why it's the fucking worst#don't worry bby i will fight everyone for you who makes you feel bad about your OCs#pingpong brain going brrrr i could ramble forever#lale.txt
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H-how does a MERMAID even get lost at sea, huh?
Say hello to Wakely! 🐟
#doodles#oc art tag#one piece art tag#one piece nami#one piece zoro#one piece sanji#they make appearances they get to be tagged#tbh this is just an excuse to draw a funny little mermaid#i have no major backstory for her she's just there#she is friendly yknow she will socialize with some pirates they don't seem like they'll hurt her#no they're just weirdos she'll be fine#she'll fit right in (and apologize a lot for not being a proper goldfish)#i think the only thing i really have ambitions to draw is some long joke about a mango#maybe i'll do it#who knows#ok ok I'm already hiding my sad little face in embarrassment ok#i will post my darling mermaid and then pretend i am not worried about being cringe!!!
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GPOSE YEAR IN REVIEW 2023 ~ Blorboverse and General Stuff
i spent so much time cranking up the black point this year
(osi and ancel belong to @hermits-hovel; kitali belongs to @lilbittymonster)
#yloise coneillants#blorboverse shenanigans#soap opera notes#inevitable modern au#osiris aventinus#ancel louvre#kitali moonblade#endwalker spoilers#emet-selch#who is still my oc so don't worry about it#these are *not* per month because that's too much of a fool's task but they are among my favorites for Silly Reasons#vallerin coneillants
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OC INTERVIEW
tagged by @carlosoliveiraa, @aceghosts, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @cassietrn, @g0dspeeed, and @simplegenius042 for a little oc interview! making this kind of a part 2 to this oc interview i did a while ago.
“Jesus Christ,” Sybille hisses, sinking into the folding chair set up on the other side of Wheaty’s desk, haggard and weary from six weeks of nonstop fighting. “Are we really doin’ this shit again?”
He regards her, equally exhausted, and sighs. “It’s for morale, Dep. People gotta remember you’re human too.”
“Why?” she scowls. “Aint’ it more inspirin’ if they think I’m Wonder Woman or some shit?”
“Yeah, well, Wonder Woman has literal super powers,” Wheaty says. The attempt at levity falls flat, as Sybille levels him with a glare. “Look,” he sighs, “I know it seems counterintuitive to you, but reminding the people that you’re a person, just like them, will help inspire them to keep fighting against the Cult. Normal life is almost back in the Valley, you know? We gotta remind them that the fight’s still going.”
She’s silent for a long moment, before ultimately relenting. “Fine. Ask ya damn questions.”
WHEATY: Name?
SYBILLE: Sybille Marie La Roux.
WHEATY: Nickname?
SYBILLE: Was “Sarge” for a while. Mostly just “Dep” or “Syb” these days.
Editor’s note: Also “Sweetheart/Honey/Jackrabbit” if your name is Jacob Seed.
WHEATY: Gender?
SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she shrugs] Female
WHEATY: Star sign?
SYBILLE: Taurus
WHEATY: Moon and rising?
SYBILLE: What now?
Editor’s note: She’s a Scorpio Moon and Capricorn Rising.
WHEATY: Personality type?
SYBILLE: The fuck does that mean?
WHEATY: Y'know. Like. Uh. Your Myers-Briggs or Enneagram type.
SYBILLE: I dunno what any of those words mean.
WHEATY: Y'know what, here. Let me call Xander up and see if he has the quizzes handy.
SYBILLE: The what now?
[A painful half-hour of listening to Sybille take various personality quizzes live on the air]
SYBILLE: [Very slowly] “Lawful Neutral,” “ISTJ,” “Type 8w9,” and “choleric.” [Long pause] Wheaty, all these words are nonsense.
WHEATY: Height?
SYBILLE: 5'9"
WHEATY: Orientation?
SYBILLE: [Muttering] Jesus Christ. [Louder] I’m bisexual and I ain’t lookin’.
Editor's note: The rest of the county doesn't know she's taken by this point.
WHEATY: Nationality/Ethnicity?
SYBILLE: American. Cajun French.
WHEATY: Favorite Fruit?
SYBILLE: [Sighs wistfully] I’d kill for a mango or nectarine.
WHEATY: Favorite Season?
SYBILLE: Spring. But since movin’ to Montana, I understand the appeal of autumn.
WHEATY: Favorite Flower?
SYBILLE: Hibiscus.
WHEATY: Favorite Scent?
SYBILLE: Fresh coffee. Pine. Frankincense. Shit, I dunno, it’s hard to pick just one.
WHEATY: Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:
SYBILLE: Coffee. Black.
WHEATY: Average Hours of Sleep:
SYBILLE: [Long silence] Not nearly enough.
Editor’s Note: Between 4-5 on a good day; closer to 2-3 on bad ones.
WHEATY: Dog or Cat Person?
SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she leans over to pet Boomer] I like both, but overall ‘m more of a dog person.
WHEATY: Dream Trip?
SYBILLE: Shit, it really is a dream trip now, ain’t it? Woulda liked to’ve roadtripped ‘round Australia, but I doubt that’ll ever happen, now.
WHEATY: Favorite Fictional/Real Character?
SYBILLE: Jesus, I dunno. Trinity from the Matrix, I guess.
WHEATY: Yeah, I can see that.
WHEATY: Number of Blankets You Sleep With?
SYBILLE: Depends on where I end up sleepin’. ‘F I can find a cabin or bunker, then one or two. Otherwise it’s just my leather jacket.
WHEATY: Random Fact?
SYBILLE: Was on the track team my freshman and sophomore years of high school, before I had to drop out.
this one has been going around so sorry for any double tags, but, tagging: @marivenah, @corvosattano, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @adelaidedrubman, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @inafieldofdaisies, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to do this for their ocs!
#oc: deputy sybille la roux#who's the editor? don't worry about it#(it's me. i'm the editor)#also i will get to everyone's tags eventually i promise#i'm just having a severe case of brain sludge so it may take me a moment
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Noir, about you and Adeleine's old friend, Raquelle...
...!!
[We're sorry. Your call has been disconnected.]
Noir's Field Trip Masterpost]
#Noir Fontaine#Noir's Field Trip#Congrats on being the first to make him drop the phone!!#Don't worry about him hanging up. You can call back.#(Thank you and other anon who sent a Raquelle ask for picking up on the hints!)#cw: A Cold Hell#Kirby OC Tournament#Apologies AU#Tagging the main AU because relevant
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Some sketcheys of this AU because I needed to get some of it out of my system
#hm i should make an original art tag#darth maul#maul#asajj ventress#senator maul au#the other two nightsisters are just random designs not ocs or canon characters i just wanted to add more dathomirians#because making maul the shortest in a group is one of my favorite visual gags#and i think it's fun that he'd be the most 'colorful' of the group#all clothes are reds n grays because i got lazy . i am not great at designing outfits. and even worse at picking colors for the designs#i gave him (all of them really) silver-ish jewelry because 1. i like the color more and 2. more fitting imo. silver is more magic propertie#i think in this au ventress is in the age range wookieepedia lists as her legends age. so she's like. younger than padmé#an apprentice senator. still learning about the senate and senatorial life so she can take maul's place when he quits#i think the other half of the delegation (or at least the other senator) would be significantly older than them. they're both so young#they need an older person who can be the voice of reason and experience#ventress gets big clotheys because 1. she's a teen here she deserves the proper coverage and 2. it's fun to go the opposite route of usual#fantasy designs where the guy gets a lot of layers and the girl gets clothes that show too much skin#but don't worry he IS wearing space underwear. a bad (or good) camera angle will not catch sight of his peanus in that second sketch
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hi. like this post/rb with a reference and i'll try n draw your character at some point :-)
#i haven't really bothered to recover my old list of characters to draw so i'm doing this instead#and this way i don't have to worry about annoying people who dont care lol#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny oc#unrelated posting
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Caught in a storm
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if you like it, PLEASE REBLOG IT
#my kobold ass was NOT built for the cold#we ended up putting everyone in the bag of holding while our barbarian carried us#since he rolled well on the con saves and went into a rage to take less damage#not pictured is our monk who ended up on his own. fell into a frozen lake. flew out. passed out in the snow. and then died from getting#kciked by our barbarian#who then dumped his half-frozen body into the bag of holding for us to deal with#he got better tho dont worry about it#dnd#dnd art#dnd party#dnd campaign#dnd characters#dnd character art#dnd character#dnd kobold#dnd furbolg#d&d character#d&d art#d&d character art#art#my art#fanart#digital art#original character#oc#character design#also don't come for me for veirn's cape that thing is a crime against the gods but at least it fits his personality (fucking annoying)
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For the word of the week: team, friend, Dad and/or Mum
Thank you!
Team (and also Dad) from Through the Desert Repenting
He shook his head. “I can’t just fuck off, the team needs me.” Only they didn’t, really. He might be spending less time on the bench than he had before Richmond, but he wasn’t a regular starter, still had the 51 plastered on his back. Probably get traded keeping on the way he was, dad had taken to saying; Richmond had made him lazy, wanted to be on top somewhere it was easy instead of working for it, was that it?
Friend from Wrong Answers Only
“Yes, sir indeed,” Ted said. “Hey, maybe I should text him. Good food makes everyone feel better.”
He picked up his phone, idly — he hadn’t seen Travis since university and was relatively certain he didn’t have a current number — and did a double-take, blinking down at the screen in surprise like the letters would transmute themselves into a different shape. But nope, there it was plain as day: a message from Jamie Tartt. Short and sweet: can we meet up? Ted had made a point, back when he started coaching, never to delete any of his players’ numbers, no matter the havoc it wreaked on his address book. Had more than a few take him up on it over the years, whether for a friendly drink or a minor emergency, and he’d never regretted making the offer — but if he were a gambling man he wouldn’t’ve put any money on this one, no sir.
Mum/Dad from Through the Desert Repenting
Mummy’d never had much taste for dating shows after all the shit she went through with dad, but he and Keeley had watched three seasons back-to-back not long after they started dating, when one of ‘em had caught the flu off the other and they spent a week in bed all fucking gross and drippy and sweaty. It was one of his favourite memories, just sitting there with her feeling fucking miserable, debating over who’d win between sips of tea.
#fic: wrong answers only#fic: through the desert repenting#you don't need to worry about who travis is btw#he's from one of ted's “person i knew back in kansas” stories#i can't believe i answered all the asks for an ask game the day i got them for once#kvetch oc
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do people know about my evil dragonborn woman I feel like people would appreciate her
#risk.png#dnd#ocs#decent into avernus#artists on tumblr#dragonborn#warlock#she's super traumatized in a ton of ways and has never been helped at all what-so-ever#and now she's a 32 year old woman with a lot of problems who doesn't think kind people exist <3#she's being asked to work with other assholes to save a city from hell and is just trying to get out of this somehow#(don't worry she's gonna get better. maybe. she might get worse we'll see)#(ALSO. the other characters in the first doodle are the other pcs (minus arkan) and-#the ones in the second doodle are my own other ttrpg characters (who I love so so much))#(this is a free excuse to send me asks about my ocs btw)
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