#human experimentation tw

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

c!dream, in the middle of horrific experiments on random people: they say if you do the job you love you’ll never work a day in your life 🥰

#my continued ocification of c!dream #he should have been funnier ok #Dream smp #torture tw #human experimentation tw

[swallowtail-ageha]

Fun fact, the spike thing in the skull of the Accursed Brew

Is an orbitoclast, aka a tool for lobotomies

With the full implication of what happened to the villagers being that

1) they slid the orbitoclast under the villagers' eyelids (which is how lobotomies were actually made) and used it to scramble their brains in search of eyes

2) such procedure was so brutal that the brains were basically turned into a brew

So yeah. That's fun.

#bloodborne #hope that this time the post shows up in the tags #human experimentation tw

[sunhated-a]

One liberty I take from the canon is Muzan's killing of the doctor. With my interpretation of Muzan, the killing happens later, after Muzan had begun his transformation.

The doctor took great interest in observing how Muzan's blood affected animals and even plants, as they seemed to echo whatever condition his patient had found himself in, indicating that as a result of his treatment, Muzan's blood had developed special properties that warranted observation

He was fascinated with the way that his body would heal almost immediately from any injury. I can imagine that when Muzan transformed and freed himself from his bindings, shortly before he was killed and devoured, the doctor sincerely believed he created some sort of god.

#or. a demon. #headcanon. #human experimentation tw #He probably believed that the blue spider lily had special properties and wanted to make an elixir for immortality. and.... #well....

[tsarnvoiny]

ENDLESS CHARACTER STUDIES OF ANYA BARNES.

partners may like / comment / reblog.

#✡ / 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 . . . musing / vibes. #human experimentation tw #guns tw #violence tw

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A runs tests on children born within a prison that runs human experimentation on their adult prisoners and then uses their DNA for test tube babies. Person B is one of the children born who doesn’t speak but Person A realizes their colleagues who handle Person B end up losing their abilities to do basic tasks and complex skills. Person A tries to figure out if Person B has gained these lost abilities but while testing, the lab is attacked and Person A tries to flee with Person B, and when they get trapped while trying to escape, Person B displays the stolen abilities to get them both out.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #human experimentation tw #science fiction au #children au #scientist au #researcher au #super human au #prison au #lab au

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

Uryuu had frozen when the hollows arrived and had hid while grandfather fought, he had still been hiding when the Soul reapers arrived too late, and when one soul reaper had noticed him and pulled out his sword he hadn’t thought to run, so he had then woken up confused in a glass tube. 

He wasn’t frozen when he noticed Grandfather laying on the table in the room outside the tube, he had thrown himself at the glass, and then screamed when the monster came, slamming his fist on the glass and ignoring the pain as they started leaving blooded prints behind.

The screams soon died down as his voice cracked and broke.

Stop it.

His blood is long dried on the glass in front of him when the monster leaves, his voice truly lost after the unlistened to pleas.

Grandfather is little more than a pile of flesh that Uryuu can’t bear to look at anymore, still hearing it over and over, Grandfather’s voice begging and the monster’s cold words ignoring them both to instead make notes and comments as he took him apart.

Uryuu threads his fingers in his hair and pulls, talking to himself in an attempt cover the memoires 

“Make it stop.” the room is silent other than the tiny voice crying, repeating those words. “Make it stop.”

He’s alone for days apart from the visits of the monster but he shuts down during those times, if the monster wanted to take him apart like he had grandfather, Uryuu didn’t want to be there for it.

(Years later he would realise  it was Nemu giving him an out when she gave him too much of the drugs, he would never thank her, never thank any from twelve, but he hates her less. He tells himself it’s the sole reason he lets the monster keep living.)

He’s alone in his glass tube until the pink haired girl with the bright grin finds him and shatters it. 

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #“make it stop.” #bleach #fic #human experimentation tw #ishida uryuu #AU-Shared custody #bleach au #fanfiction

[ziptiesnfries]

Subject B-1232

Content warnings: character death, human experimentation, blood, electrocution, whump of a minor.

A wide shot of a white room comes into focus. At one end, a pale girl with a shaved head is strapped to a chair, her head lolling, unconscious. She’s barefoot, only wearing a flimsy white gown. Wires snake out from the electrodes attached to her arms and legs, trailing back to a machine positioned just behind her. A white-coated lab technician fiddles with the dials. Directly across from the girl stands a tall, featureless metal box, about the size of a refrigerator.

A soft groan cuts through the quiet, and the girl’s head turns, but her eyes don’t open. The lab tech glances over at her, and then looks at some unseen point past the camera. “She’s waking up,” he says.

The girl groans again, her eyelids fluttering. “What’s—” Her voice is croaky, and she stops to clear her throat. “What’s going on?”

A tinny, disembodied voice fills the room. “Commencing experiment number three-six-seven-five, with Subject B-1232—”

“I am not doing any more experiments,” the girl snaps, her voice louder than the one over the speakers.

Nevertheless, the voice continues. “The object of this test is to—”

The girl’s fists clench, her wrists pulling against the metal restraints on the chair. “I told you,” she shouts, “I’m not—”

Behind her, the lab tech flips a switch on the machine.

The girl’s protest cuts off with a strangled scream. Her body convulses against the restraints for several long seconds before the lab tech finally flips the switch again. She goes limp, gasping for breath.

“As I was saying,” the voice continues, “the object of this test is for you to crush this titanium box from the top down, as flat as you can. It’s hollow on the inside, but each wall is four centimeters—”

“I don’t care,” the girl interjects, still sounding breathless. She glares past the camera. “I’m not—I’m not doing it.”

There’s a long pause. “Shock her again,” the voice says.

The shock goes on longer this time. Even after the lab tech flips the switch off again, the girl is still shaking and whimpering. “Your cooperation in this experiment would be greatly appreciated, B-1232,” the voice says. “This should be quite easy for you.”

“I don’t—” The girl’s voice is choked with tears. She swallows, sniffling. “I don’t care if it’s easy. I’m not doing any more experiments.” Her voice cracks.

For the first time, there’s a twinge of irritation as the voice says, “You’ll stay in this room until you do as you’re told.”

Her shoulders lift as she takes a deep breath, straightening up, tears dripping from her face. She gazes at the same spot, just past the camera. “I’ll stay here forever, then.”

A scream tears from her throat as the machine switches on once again. The lab tech cranks a dial, and the girl hunches over as far as she can in her restraints, sobbing and convulsing.

After a few moments, just as the lab tech is reaching to turn it off, the machine flies backwards. The lab tech cries out as its corner slams into his shoulder before the whole machine crumples against the wall. Dials and buttons pop off and roll across the floor. The wires hang limply from the machine, with the electrodes trailing from the end, having ripped off the girl’s skin.

The girl is still hunched over in her chair, trembling, seemingly oblivious to the chaos behind her. But when the lab tech reorients himself, rubbing his shoulder, he’s glaring right at her. “You—” he begins.

Suddenly, he stops, his eyes widening, his mouth agape. He begins clawing at his throat.

Ever so slightly, the girl lifts her head, her eyes unfocused. “Shut up,” she murmurs.

The voice over the speakers crackles to life. “Release him at once.”

The lab tech, still desperately trying to gasp for breath, reaches for the girl. Suddenly, he flies backwards through the air. His eyes bulge as he hits the machine, before collapsing facedown on the ground. The jagged edge of the machine is stained with blood.

“B-1232,” the voice barks.

“Shut up,” she says, her voice stronger, though she still won’t look up.

The voice speaks again, fainter, as if someone forgot to turn off the mic while speaking to someone else. “Hit the tranquilizer gas, now.”

A different, even fainter voice replies, “I did, sir, is it—is it not working?”

The voice returns at regular volume, urgent. “B-1232, stay exactly where you are, and don’t do anything else, or there will be consequences.”

Finally, the girl lifts her head, wiping her eyes on the shoulder of her gown. She sniffles again before she turns towards the camera with a calm expression. “Yeah,” she says softly. “There’ll be consequences.”

There’s a sudden cacophony of crumpling metal as the box on the other end of the room folds in on itself, like an aluminum can crushed under a palm. It flies towards the camera.

The image blurs as the camera falls over, and the crash intermingles with the sound of shattering glass and newly-audible screams as the unseen observation room window breaks. The camera is now on its side, aimed at the girl’s chair. The shot only shows the lower portion of it, and behind it, part of the lab tech’s limp hand and blood-stained torso.

Frantic voices babble in the background as the restraints on the chair begin to snap, bending out of the way. The girl rises to her feet, unsteady, only the lower half of her body visible.

“B-1232,” a voice snaps—the same voice from the speaker.

“What?” the girl asks, her voice gruff, her body turned toward the ruined observation room. “Didn’t you want to see what I’m capable of?”

“B-1232, stop this at once,” the voice commands.

The other noises in the background have died down, and a heavy silence hangs in the air before the girl speaks. “All these years,” she says, her voice trembling, “you’ve been testing my limits, and I’ve been warning you, and you don’t listen. You never listen.” She pauses, and someone else begins to speak, but she cuts them off in that same quiet yet deadly tone. “This ends today.”

The girl’s legs leave the frame as she strides towards the broken observation room. There are crashes and snapping sounds, like bones breaking. Debris flies across the ground, disturbing the glimmers of broken glass. Shouts and screams echo from the observation room. The camera remains on its side, focused on the chair and the body sprawled behind it. 

The pool of blood beneath the body slowly grows bigger.

One by one, each distant scream is silenced.

A heavy quiet hangs in the air. For a few long moments, nothing moves. Then, finally, bare feet shuffle across the tile, toeing aside broken glass and debris. The girl enters the frame again. Her feet, legs, and the hem of her gown are smattered with blood.

She comes to a stop in the center of the frame, her toes pointed right at the lens. She stands there, unmoving. Contemplating.

Then she turns, lifts her feet from the ground, and walks away, leaving red footprints in her wake.

~

The clip keeps rolling for another ten, twenty seconds before a black-suited official finally reaches over and presses pause on the keyboard. Dazed, a woman in a white lab coat, who had been watching with rapt attention, finally looks up from the screen. “Is that all?” she asks.

The official beside her nods. “That’s all. It keeps going, but nothing new happens. The camera eventually ran out of battery.”

“And what happened after this?” the woman asks, with almost childlike curiosity, as she gestures at the screen. “Were there any survivors?”

The corner of the official’s mouth lifts ever so slightly at her interest. “No. Everyone in the facility was killed.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “It was almost two days before anyone found them.”

“And the subject got away?” the woman persists.

“That was almost five years ago. There hasn’t been any trace of her.” He pauses. “Until now.”

The woman’s eyebrows shoot up, and a small smile spreads across her face. “Oh?” she asks, like she’s trying not to act too excited.

He takes a glossy photo out of his jacket and hands it to her. The image is blurry, a candid shot. The girl in the picture has shoulder-length brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She’s wearing a sky-blue spandex suit, smiling over her shoulder. It’s a far cry from the miserable, bloodstained girl in the footage, but she looks similar enough, on the surface.

The woman studies the photo for only a moment before handing it back. “I’m interested,” she says firmly. “Those powers are extraordinary. I can only imagine—” She cuts herself off, collecting herself. “Just get her to me, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

The official grins as he slips the photo back into his jacket. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

#whump #whump writing #lab whump #human experimentation tw #whump of a minor #electrocution tw #character death tw #death tw #blood tw #ask to tag #zipwrites #this was a fun one #very experimental for me (pun intended)

[madeimpact]

Public vs private knowledge ( Pokémon verse )

Note: any worldbuilding details here are open to discussion to better meld with your headcanons!

Public knowledge ( information everyone can know )

Prompto Argentum is a recent member of the Galarian kingsguard.

By way of Noctis sharing his power with his friends, Prompto can also materialize weapons. He cannot warp, however; only Noctis can.

Prompto is trained with and licensed by the kingsguard to wield firearms. Under Galarian gun law, he is only permitted to shoot in life-threatening situations.

Prompto has a shiny Altaria named Sunny, an Armarouge named Ember, an Inteleon named James ( he jokes that his full name is "James Pond" ), and depending on the point in the timeline, an Espeon named Pryna.

Prompto attended the same school as Noctis and is his best friend.

Prompto loves photography and would like to do it professionally in the future.

Prompto works out. He enjoys running and will periodically go on morning runs with his Pokémon.

He has his finger on the pulse of modern technology. Noct considers him a "technophile."

He ADORES Pokémon and gets easily excited around them.

He can't cook to save his life.

He can drive. He's not very good at it though.

He has a barbed wire tattoo wrapping around his left wrist, and a star right above it on the back of his hand.

His Rotomphone is the same royal make and model as Noct's.

Semi-private knowledge ( information select groups know )

Prompto was adopted out of Kalos as an infant by a family from Wyndon.

After helping an injured Eevee as a child, he eventually learned that Eevee belonged to Lunafreya, who sent him a letter as thanks and asked him to befriend the withdrawn Noctis at school.

Ember has been with Prompto for as long as he can remember. His parents say that Ember was with him when they adopted him.

Prompto is not especially close with his parents.

Private knowledge ( information only Prompto and loved ones know )

Amid Prompto's freckles, there are a few dots that stand out more prominently as being...well, not freckles. He's written these off as a weird birthmark.

As a child, Prompto was quite shy and had difficulty making friends. He kept to himself and found solace in taking photos.

Prompto started running after an awkward attempt at befriending Noctis as children went awry. He tripped and fell, and Noctis remarked that he was "heavy" upon helping him up. After this encounter, Prompto resolved to lose weight and work on his shyness in order to become someone the prince would want to be friends with. He eventually grew to enjoy his runs independently of his initial motivation for starting them.

Prompto's love for photography was helped by progress photos he took on his weight loss journey.

Secrets ( information ONLY Prompto knows )

Prompto is deeply insecure about his status relative to his friends. Being of common birth, he feels like a fish out of water with his noble-born friends.

He secretly worries that if his friends were to learn about his hangups, they would leave him.

Occasionally, Prompto hears whispers from Pokémon's hearts and crystals. This is a rare occurrence he doesn't understand. Given that Ignis and Gladio can't hear them, he's concluded that the phenomenon is not a result of Noct's powers. He's too afraid to ask him to confirm.

Depths of the Iceberg ( information not even Prompto knows* )

*He might know these, depending on the point on his timeline a thread takes place at. He may have also told his friends about this information at later timeline points. Generally, though, he doesn't know this information by default.

Prompto is a clone of Verstael Besithia, resulting from Lysandre Labs' duplicative project.

As an infant, an Interpol agent operating on a tip broke into Lysandre Labs' lower levels, absconding with Prompto and Ember. The agent entrusted him to the people that he would eventually call his adoptive parents.

Prompto's classification in Team Flare's database is RP:D:3234.

His "weird birthmark" is actually Team Flare branding.

He has a tracker injected into his right wrist, but given that the technology predates the one in Silva by eight years, it's less refined. Over the years, it eventually broke.

In threads set after Prompto's eventual recapturing by Lysandre, he has this tracker replaced.

Prompto's ability to intermittently hear the hearts of Pokémon and crystals is a result of Team Flare experimentation after he turned out to be a stable and successful clone.

#i.....feel like prompto's normal divider would be intrusive here LOL #ANYWAY same deal with noct's; i'll update this as i go #❛ headcanon: prompto. #❛ verse: prompto ; pokemon. #human experimentation cw #human experimentation tw #branding tw #branding cw #guns tw #guns cw #ask to tag

[thebnha-auhoard]

Day 3: Body Modification

Tw Human Experimentation

Tic. Tic. Tic.

A silver ting of metal ring in the lab. Accompanied by A groan of frustration. The low green light from the l

vats barely illuminate the Prince of Mad Science.

His gloves fingers tap one in thought. Carefully considering the Naga like Nomu. Tap. Tap. Tap

"What a thought. Hmm? Dabi,what a character. The very existence of him makes me feel itchy"

The prince swipes his bag off the table. He carefully counts his materials as a slow grin spread upon his face. The eye tattoos upon his skin blinking. "It's time to finish him. Heh. Hehehe. I even have the tool for his mutation! Oh and his Quirk!" A low chuckles as he walks under the pitch black night.

As he lets himself into the house -What! He was smart enough to manipulate a way to copy them- he hums a tune. Quirk generated sleeping dust sprinkles onto the Two green haired people in the place.

"There you are." The sweet raspy voice rings out "my Clover. How lucky you are. A Transferable Quirk like yours deserves to be hidden. A diamond you have. Ah how fun it will be to have you wake in the morn without a clue" a snap of cold rubber gloves. And he makes such Quick work. The Quirks already settling oh so nicely into the child's body.

Shigaraki Grins, "my Lucky Rabbits foot. Good luck tomorrow" and the man Disappears long before Izuku and Inko awake in the morning.

@whumptober-archive

#whumptober 2023 #no.3 #body modification #bnha au #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia au #mha au #art #writing #human experimentation tw #mod asphodel #asphodel writes #asphodel art #decay iris au #decay iris #hoards whumptober

[raaorqtpbpdy]

My minibang fic is mutichap so here we go for Invisobang 2022! For the minibang I was partnered with the fabulous and talented @astravis whose art will be posted along with the sixth and final chapter on Friday, so stay tuned!

(Chap two) (Ch 3) (ch. four) (five) (and 6)

BREAKING: NASA Lands Earths First Manned Spacecraft on Mars!

The creepy Fenton kid and the town's resident ghost hero go missing on the same day, and for weeks Amity Park is all abuzz about it. If the timing is suspicious, the doctors Fenton don't think anything of it. But Sam and Tucker think they can find Danny and bring him back. In fact, they're certain of it.

On a cold, steel table, in a certain lab, in a sprawling, labyrinthine, top secret facility, there is a boy named Danny.

[A tragedy following the wake of Danny's disappearance and the strange set of circumstances revealed between five points of view. But how did he get caught in the first place? And where did he go?]

Chapter 1: Space Case (Read it on AO3)

[Warning: dissection/vivisection, dissociation]

On a cold, steel table, in a certain lab, in a sprawling, labyrinthine, top secret facility, there is a boy named Danny. He is strapped down tightly with electrified restraints, his chest and abdomen cut wide open to make his insides easily accessible to the scientists examining him, a large needle lanced through his temple into his brain. Any other boy would be dead in Danny's condition. However, Danny is only half dead, and more importantly, he is half alive.

The situation he is in has lost all of its novelty to him. Though he has no idea how long he's been there, maybe days, maybe months, maybe longer or less—the horrific has become mundane. Where once he felt indescribable pain, he now feels nothing. Where once he screamed, he now is silent. Desensitized to the agony, absent from his senses, his mind wanders—as it often did before being ripped from his ordinary life, and brought here—to space. None of this would be happening to him if he was in space, he thinks.

Space is unfathomably enormous. So big, he's heard it said, that in the time it would take for one to finish describing its vastness, it would already have fucktoupled in size. The thought would once have quirked his lips up in a smile, but now his lips are stone. Space is home to trillions of planets, and trillions of stars, and trillions of other celestial bodies, and based on those numbers, it's statistically impossible that humans are the only intelligent life in the universe.

However due to the gargantuan nature of the universe, it is equally unlikely that humans will ever meet other intelligent life forms from across the many galaxies, light-years upon light-years away. Danny has always taken that as a challenge. He is going to go to space one day. No matter how much the odds are against it, he wants to discover alien life-forms. Even if he doesn't, he thinks, he'll fail among the stars, and that's a whole lot more interesting than failing in the dirt.

Before all this, Danny always kept up with the latest advancements in space travel and astronomy, and he wonders how much he's missed while trapped here. He used to try to escape, but now he's just tired. At least he has plenty of time to think now. Since he was four years old, he's been studying to be an astronaut. If research and development go smoothly, according to his timeline, he thought he'd be an astronaut in time to join the first manned mission to Mars.

That doesn't look as likely now.

No Mars Rover engineer ever cut open a fourteen-year-old. At least, he's pretty sure. And in space there are no ghosts, and no suffering, and no grossly unethical science. He could still do it, he thinks, as though he is not on a table, in a lab, in a top secret facility.

It's hard to be present in his own body now, to feel, to see, to taste, and hear, and smell. It's easier to forget where he is, who he is. He can't tell if he's Fenton or Phantom anymore. He can check, open his eyes, force his blurry vision to focus long enough to see if the hair falling into his face is black or white but... which belongs to which? He looks down and sees a slimy pink organ being roughly jerked upwards, out of his open torso.

Fenton then. Phantom doesn't have any of those, he thinks as he feels himself floating upwards, looking down on himself, and the scientists, watching everything, but at the same time not really paying attention. He hasn't moved, but he's not there anymore, not as far as he can tell.

He can remember some of the discoveries in the first day or two, the feeling of foreign fingers sifting through the ectoplasmic goo in Phantom's chest cavity where Fenton has a heart and lungs, the dreadful, icy feeling when a gloved fingernail brushed against his core, and he froze the whole lab and everyone there in an instant, defending his ghost half's only vital organ. They have the technology to clear the ice quickly, though they decided to put off experimenting with his core to a later date.

As Fenton, however, there is no soft bubbling and fizzing of ectoplasm, instead the sloshing and squishing of flesh and fluids fills the air, along with the smell of antiseptic and raw meat. The sensation of someone else's hand, reaching inside him and pulling out foot after foot of intestine where in his ghost form there is only green fog and ghostly swamp sludge.

"Subject continues to regenerate lost organs," says a male voice which Danny has grown familiar with, though he still has not been able to put a name to it. The man is referred to as Dr. H, and nothing else. "Thus far there does not appear to be an upper limit to the subject's healing factor, even when deprived of oxygen. According to our sensors, the subject has not taken in oxygen in the last six days and nine hours, approximately."

Has he really not breathed in over six days? Danny wonders. He hasn't even thought about it, but in retrospect, that seems right. Breathing hurts—everything hurts—so he stopped doing it. He doesn't try to breathe. He doesn't hurt anymore, doesn't feel anything.

A door opens. The door. There's only one door in the room as far as Danny is aware, and no windows. He remembers checking when he first got there, but it takes him a few seconds to remember why. It was probably the getting nabbed and strong armed into ghost proof bonds that put him off to the idea at first, but the clinical laboratory, suspicious vials of colored goo, and medical equipment that looks like torture devices, didn't ease his worries.

"Ah, Miss Fenton," Dr. H greets. "I was hoping to get a quick evaluation of the subject's psychological state. It hasn't screamed in over a week, and hasn't been breathing lately. It doesn't appear to be in danger of destabilizing or dissolving, which would put a halt to our research, but I am worried that it may be in danger of turning into a full ghost and losing its human attributes if it cannot maintain its humanoid psyche."

"Danny?" It's Jazz. Jazz is here! She's here! Why... why does that matter? "Are you there?"

"Somewhere," he responds, voice floating out of his mouth with no force behind it. To speak without breath always felt strange to him in the past, but he's not thinking about that now. He's excited to see his sister, though he can't remember why. He's angry, or maybe he's afraid. Maybe he feels nothing at all. Should he?

She smiles at him, a sad, pitying smile, but there is horror behind her eyes, and he vaguely wonders why. "Are you in pain? How are you feeling?"

"Dunno... should I be?" he asks. "How can I be?"

"Well?" Dr. H cuts in. "Can I continue or not?"

"I believe his body is fine." She sounds relieved. Her voice is wracked with guilt when she speaks again. "In my opinion, he seems to have entered a severe dissociative state. He is aware of his situation, but his brain has disconnected itself from everything to protect him, so he may feel as though he does not exist, or as though he is watching what's happening like a movie, rather than experiencing it."

"Excellent," says Dr. H, as though that's the best possible answer she could have given. "That means the subject is complacent, and in an excellent state to be moved for the next stage of experiments." A radio crackled with static. "Agent Q, ready the ecto-repulsive vacuum chamber, over."

"Affirmative, Dr. H, over and out," a voice hissed back through the radio.

"I do not believe that's the best—" Jazz tries to say, but she doesn't get to the end of her sentence before Dr. H cuts her off dismissively.

"Thank you Miss Fenton, that will be all. I have to stitch it back up before we can begin experimenting in the vacuum chamber." After a moment, the door opens and closes again. "Activating subject's spectral transformation to increase the speed of its healing factor and thus the likelihood that it will be able to withstand vacuum chamber experiments." Dr. H tweaks the needle in Danny's brain and as the white rings wash over his body, he is hypnotized by them.

They are like the rings of Saturn, thin and white and cold, made of ice and rock and space dust, a hundred and seventy thousand miles across, and only thirty feet thick, circling the gaseous planet like fan blades. He knows it's unlikely, but Danny hopes to see them in person one day, too. Maybe as mankind encroaches further outward into space, they'll send a manned mission to Titan, or Enceladus. Maybe he can be on it.

By the time Dr. H and Agent Q transfer Danny into the vacuum chamber, his mind is long gone again, in a vacuum of its own, marveling at the beauty of Saturn's rings as he looks down from one of its moons. Outer space never ceases to amaze, and Danny is struck dumb by its radiance.

#dissection tw #dissociation tw #human experimentation tw #danny phantom #danny fenton #guys in white #angst #dp #space science #space imagery #fic #invisobang 2022 #breaking: NASA lands earth’s first manned spacecraft on mars #why oh why did I give it such a long title T-T #chapter one #things i wrote

[dragonheart2497]

Hermitcraft/Empires False Theory:

The hardest part about human experiments is getting a consensual specimen, right? So the easiest solution is to test yourself, as you can give consent for yourself- but it's hard to be both the tester and the tested. ...Therefore, you use a past/future iteration of yourself.

The smarter choice would seem the past version- as, if things go wrong, your past self simply won't go on to do the experiment and then it would never have happened. However, if that is so, then the past version that then didn't get experimented on wouldn't know not to run the experiment; it would cause a paradox where the experiment both would and wouldn't have happened. The only way to avoid the paradox is to wipe the memory of the one tested, so they still go on to perform the experiment as their future self. (The paradoxically safer other option is to test a future iteration of yourself, which seems naive, as you might just end up killing yourself off or ruining your own life. Which, the future version would probably have plenty of time to come to terms with that, I guess. It's also slightly less angsty so nah)

Anyways, Hermitcraft!False was the one running the experiments on Empires!False, a past version of herself who supposedly was memory wiped but then regained those memories; but she either 1. doesn't remember that Hermitcraft!False is her future self, 2. or knows that preventing the experiments is not an option; both of those result in her opting for revenge instead. 

Or maybe, 3. being experimented on was what made her interested in human experiments in the first space.

#hermitcraft empires crossover #empires x hermitcraft #Falsesymmetry #Hermitcraft #Empires smp #Hermitblr #Empiresblr #I'm not sure what to warning tag human experimentation as??? #Human experimentation tw

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

ohhh I need to share the dream i had bc it was cool. really vauge though.

i think it was c!prime related but c!dream wasn’t in it and c!tommy was only in it dead. basically on the shore of this british seaside town bodies kept washing up except it was always the same person (c!tommy). like they were different ages (youngest an infant, oldest died of old age, most around 13-18) and had different causes of death (some died due to natural causes like disease, some died of neglect like starvation or infection, some died of injuries consistent with severe physical abuse, a lot seem to have died in a ritualistic way or appear to have been experimented on prior to or after death) but they’re the same guy. like it’s been happening for ages and even before dna testing was a thing it was obvious just by examining the corpses and was confirmed by all the bodies having the same dna, fingerprints, ect)

also like the age of the bodies correlated with the death of the prior one exactly. like the age of the c!tommy at death was always the exact amount of time from the previous one dying. so they must have been like coming back immediately after? probably bc of c!dream. also like they weren’t always dead when they washed up but the few surviving c!tommys were always so injured they passed away anyway, sometimes minutes after being found. the longest one lived was about two days in the hospital, and he was able to talk so he was asked a lot of questions but he either wasn’t really coherent or he was but people didn’t believe him bc like obviously something sinister and weird was going on. they were able to figure out some basics like his name being tommy though.

#dsmp au #death tw #child death tw #abuse tw #neglect tw #human experimentation tw

[hundredblooms]

lines that make me scream cry and wail

#c: gregor #c: heathcliff #AUGH!!!!! AUGH!!!!!!!!!! #in the second one he tells sinclair he's joking but. i fully believe he was lying #to cover up his own self-deprecation. aha. ahahaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA #body horror tw #bugs tw #human experimentation tw #neck trauma (implied) cw #limbcomp spoilers

[idiotwhotalkstoomuch]

Ash Amalgamation au

So I wanna do a pokemon au and its an of au of an au lmao cause it’s based off of @anxiousworm ‘s hybrid ash au (Which has been rewritten into the Pokemon: Genesis au which I am very excited to see more of) except I never watched the movies lol and I’ve only actually really seen the Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos anime with the rest of my knowledge on the anime being occasional clips, like the start of the Alola one, that creepy Sabrina episode, etc so I apologize if my info is inaccurate or if I write a character wrong, there are too many episodes of the anime to watch.

This au is called the Ash Amalgamation au to differentiate from the names anxiousworm made for their au. This post covers the backstory I have in mind, how this au affects the story is in a future post

Backstory (TW as I do mention a stillborn child, human experimentation and slight body horror???):

- So Ash was created by Dr Fuji with extra mew DNA and the DNA of a stillborn child that Giovanni provided to Dr Fuji because he was curious of the results on what would happen if a pokemon and a human were to be fused since Dr Fuji proved capable of making a human clone and a pokemon clone

- Ash was called “Test Subject″ because Giovanni never informed them what the baby’s name was so he was simply called Test Subject for convenience. 

- When he was created he was an actual baby and his body didn’t look too dissimilar to Mew except his tail was shorter and his body wasn’t pink like Mew’s but the skintone of the actual Ash. (with the exception of his tail, legs and right arm which are like Mewtwo’s color wise)

- Ambertwo would hold him in the dream world she was in with Mewtwo and the Kanto starters since naturally he couldn’t move around on his own and she handed Ash to Mewtwo as she disappeared and asked it to take care of Ash.

- As Ash grew, he began to develop more human features except it was clear he wasn’t normal cause of the fact he developed horns (I was thinking of keeping them as his ears but its too complex so its horns. His horns are colored like Mewtwo’s), his tail grew larger like Mewtwo’s, his right arm and his legs were also like Metwtwo’s body though his legs were moreso a fusion of a human and a Mewtwo’s legs as regular Mewtwo legs wouldn’t work on his body. Due to how human he began looking, one of the scientists, Albert Ketchum, started to feel horrifically guilty and decided when Ash was 5, to smuggle him out of his tube and run away with him. He got away with it by keeping Ash in a pokeball that Ash didn’t struggle against because he didn’t understand what was even going on.

- Mewtwo was very distressed when Ash went missing and its memories of the first clones resurfaced though his feelings and memories were suppressed by the scientists in time before he destroyed something. They did not wipe its memories of Ash because they believed finding the test subject would be easy

- Albert took the child to his cousin, Delia, and revealed just what he was and begged her to take care of him as he had to go on the run since he knew Team Rocket would come after him and he couldn’t give him over to his romantic partner or siblings since he knew that’s where Team Rocket would first look. Delia agreed and Albert disappeared a week after this.

- Delia gave Test Subject the name “Ash” and moved to Pallet town after she entrusted the help of Professor Oak, an old family friend, to get to the bottom of just Ash was and for the sake of her own protection in case Team Rocket came after her.

- Professor Oak was rather horrified when he met Ash since not only was he some horrific fusion of a mythical pokemon and a person but he hadn’t spoken with his mouth but with telepathy. 

- Ash isn’t anywhere near as proficient as Mewtwo is with his powers and is only actually capable of telepathy, flight and the move confusion but despite his lacking abilities in comparison to his fellow clone, he still caused a fair bit of destruction for Professor Oak and Delia with his powers, primarily when he was distressed from certain tests, situations he was unfamiliar with and with his pokeball that only Delia could coax him into returning to.

- Oak actually pulled some strings to get Delia to legally have Ash as her son because they couldn’t do it normally under the risk of Ash’s true form being exposed to them and to begin with Ash didn’t have any sort of birth records (unless you count the records of his creation in New Island) so he had to use some old connections to get the legal adoption in

- When he was 7 and in much better control, he learned the move transform after watching Ditto from Oak’s lab for an extended period of time and managed to transform to look like a human boy, shocking Delia and Oak when  he achieved this though this was a pleasant surprise to Delia because when it was clear his use of transform was sustainable and he dropped it when he willed it to, Delia could actually let him go outside, something he’d longed to do for so long. Thanks to him looking fully human and being able to speak with his mouth by the time he was 8, he got to fully see the world itself without needing to hide or be sneaky about his existence. 

Notes:

- Tbh I have no clue on what I should do with the stillborn child that Ash’s human part was born from. Right now I’m thinking of Giovanni being the dead child’s father but I’m not sure if that’s just gonna add too many elements to this already insane au especially since if I did that, that means I’d have to decide if Giovanni cares about Ash and had the same goal as Dr Fuji in the experiment or if he’s a terrible father

#pokemon #pokemon ash #pokemon au #idk what else to tag help #ash ketchum #delia ketchum #ash amalgamation au #mewtwo #pokemon mewtwo #pokemon mew #mew #body horror tw #tw body horror #human experimentation tw #tw human experimentation #tw stillborn #stillborn tw #professor oak #pokemon professor oak #pokemon giovanni #giovanni

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is the heir of a company that runs human experimentation under the radar on people society wouldn’t miss, and Person A is one such successful experiment. Person B is their arranged marriage spouse their parent who owns the company picked out for them, but Person B tends to ignore Person A and does their own thing, spending a lot of time around the scientists who run the experiments on the humans. Person A thinks Person B must be a sadist because they always seem to take special interest in the experiments on children, and asks the scientists when a child is unable to be used for further experiments if they can have access to those cells to run further tests of their own. Person A decides to follow Person B when they go to the failure area and is surprised to find Person B isn’t running further experiments, but is bringing toys and games to the dying children, and offering them candy that eases their pain and puts them to sleep and a painless death. Person A confronts Person B when the child in their arms is unconscious, and Person B expects Person A to find their endeavors useless and is shocked by Person A praising them. But Person B is actually someone sent to infiltrate the company and shut it down from the inside, and kill Person A and anyone else if necessary. Person A is unaware of Person B’s plans, but finds themself falling for Person B after seeing them be so gentle and caring for the dying.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #arranged marriage au #human experimentation tw #death tw #child abuse tw #abuse tw #forbidden romance #spy au #assassin au #secret agent au #science fiction au

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

A follow on from Day Three.

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Unohana is not in the best of mood to begin with, let alone when Isane returns from the Twelfth with a silent vacant Uryuu trailing behind. She had argued against it; there was no point in sending the boy back to that place when she and her subordinates could deal with anything that did happen.

But the news of the recent developments with the boy’s Zanpakutō, a thing he should never have developed in the first place, had given Captain Kurotsuchi plenty of reasons to demand the boy be returned to him and the head captain had settled it by allowing Kurotsuchi to run some tests.

So Unohana had been forced to send her charge to the Twelfth, despite the boy being unable to hide the way his hands shook or the glimpses of desperate terror that kept appearing in his eyes. She had sent Isane to retrieve him, who brought her sister to raise enough fuss to get the boy released early.

Her lieutenant had adopted the boy shortly after he came to their division, and Kiyone had followed suit with much louder declarations, much to the annoyed glares from 11’s fifth seat Ayasegawa and complaints from Abarai.

That was back when the boy still barely came up to her chest, before he proved his chain was still connected to the human world by growing at the speed a normal living child would. 

Which was another issue they would one day have to deal with, alongside his unstable bond with his Zanpakutō that shouldn’t exist, his still living family who may come for him, his entire state of being a Qunicy, his rightful hatred for soul reapers.

Out of all of it the unofficial custody agreement between the Fourth and Eleventh over him was the easiest dealt with.

First to attempt to fix this latest trauma, thankfully she had been prepared and called in help.

“Oh no,” said help chirps, when she notices Uryuu, “I haven’t seen that look since I found him in the tube.” 

Yes, since the lieutenant of the eleventh while bored broke into squad twelfth most secure lab and left with a similarly small, dark haired child and an artificial Zanpakutō pushed to his chest ‘because it belongs to him.’ then arrived in the middle of a ‘at that point normal-pointless’ captains meeting to introduce her new friend.

“Kenny found a friend my size, can i keep him?” she had asked, it wasn’t a question, ignoring the others as she pulled the boy to her captain, she hadn’t even needed to add “twelve were keeping him in a tube, that’s a waste we’re gonna teach them to fight, they want to.” given the way the boy had flinched and started muttering ‘no’ over and over in increasing terror until he had vanished behind Kenpachi when he spotted Kurostuki.

Every captain that remembered Quincy were all aware of what the boy was without being told and could also feel some of the changes Kurostuki had brought even if the boy himself hadn’t at that point.

The meeting ended and Kenpachi walked away with two small children on his shoulders instead of one while the oldest of their numbers remained to listen to Kurostuki’s explanation.

By the end of that, it was too late to return the boy to the lab, even if it was on the table, as when they went to retrieve him from the 11th, they found Yachuri walking the boy through foot placements and swings while Zaraki watched with an almost peaceful-fond look, the savage grin he gave them made that very clear without words.

“Little Ryuu.” Yachuri called as she skipped toward him, the name hadn’t changed even as Uryuu grew from being her height to almost twice as tall.

The tall female spirit appeared behind Uryuu, draping multiple arms over his shoulder and across his chest him, Yūdokuna doesn’t follow any of the rules that normal Zanpakutōs do but that should be expected since she’s an artificial one created within a soul that should be her opposite. Even so, the strength of her appearance and the fact that she’s started doing it without Uryuu’s intention adds another issue to the list.

What happens when they develop Bankai when they’re barely stable during Shikai.

She shakes the concern away to deal with at another time and Yachiru takes in the appearance of the Jorōgumo without much of a reaction, ignoring the stare from golden-red eyes and grasping Uryuu hand when he doesn’t reply.

“You in there?” she calls a little sharp, she didn’t like being ignored, hand pulling Uryuu to make him stumble.

“Yachiru?” he asked, blinking at her in confusion before he looked around, she can see the moment he realises he is, when his shoulders relax, no doubt still tense from the moment they had told him was being sent to the twelfth.

“Come on,” she bulldozes past any question he might have, and starts pulling him away “we’ll find you someone to beat up. Kenny says that makes him feel better.”

“Yeah that’s-” Uryuu said after a delay “Thanks.” she can barely hear it but she still hears it break.

Kurostuki made a monster because of his curiosity and Genryūsai wanted her to train the boy to become a weapon against his own kind.

She knows that Uryuu could very easily destroy them all, the unstable nature that Kurostuki made, which in turn created Zanpakutō with the Quincies innate abilities while twisting the boy’s soul into something else.

It is very clear when she looks into his eyes, it’s solely due to the boy’s own heart, his empathy, and stubborn refusal to be anything like Mayuri that prevents all their doom, the boy’s Zanpakutō, has made her wants of revenge very clear since she had started appearing and Unohana is expected to turn that against their enemies.

It would be easier if they stopped giving him more reasons to hate and fear, stopped piling trauma onto a boy that likely had some before he watched his grandfather killed twice and became a lab experiment of the man that he had watched take his grandfather apart.

Unohana once again went through all the reasons she should not kill the captain of the twelfth as well as the head captain. That would be the easiest way to gain the boy’s loyalty, she thinks; she does wonder if Genryūsai has forgotten what is behind her mask sometimes.

But that’s why she has Isane as she watches the boy stop and pull away from Kusajishi to allow her lieutenant to pull him into a hug before he leaves.

She doesn’t doubt the boy could kill him, she just wonders if he’ll survive the aftermath and what it will take to push a boy so filled with mercy and genuine good will to kill.

Uryuu will die to protect those he loves, she just needs to make sure he’ll kill for them and do it without destabilising and taking everything around him with him, if she can make it so he survives it, even better.

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #Shock #“You in there?” #bleach #fic #human experimentation tw #ishida uryuu #retsu unohana #isane kotetsu #yachiru kusajishi #AU-Shared custody #bleach au #fanfiction