#so that if one experiment failed he could get more blood and run more tests

[alizardjae]

Oh now there's an AU for someone to work on: Harvey comes to know (possibly through Oboro?) that Hikari is also a descendant of the Lineage of Light (and the cursed stuff, too). Another backup in case Elena didn't work out, plus he's Osvald's companion, so there's another thing to take from him!

#octopath 2 spoilers #octopath 2 #hikari ku #hikari octopath #maybe he does one of the blood experiment things that he did with rita #and the result is actually based on Hikari's cursed personality instead of his regular one #so now you've got both hikaris running around in separate bodies finally #assuming harvey managed to not kill his subject from blood loss this time #that's harvey's problem as a scientist- no efficiency #if all he needed was blood then he should've slowly taken blood over a period of weeks #so that if one experiment failed he could get more blood and run more tests #yeah yeah and the lack of ethics but that wasn't on the table to begin with

[the-modern-typewriter]

So I was wandering if you could please do a writing prompt based off of “ she is a failed experiment and he is the success of the same experiment.” I know that might not be enough to flog off of and a am sorry if you can’t. I also want to thank you in advance.

"Come with me."

An alarm rang shrilly throughout the labs; no doubt for him, of course for him. He stood in front of her, devastatingly perfect, and held out a hand for her to take.

She stared up at him, eyes wide and heart in her throat.

"We don't have much time," he said. "Come with me, Katie."

KT-068 pushed carefully to her feet. The thick, one way window of her cell had been shattered. Glass dug at her bare feet, oozing blood onto the floor. He flinched. She didn't.

"You're running," she said, softly. "Leaving."

"Yes." He waved his hand impatiently. He took a step closer, his shoes crunching over the debris. He looked ready to pick her up and carry her. Away from the broken glass, away from all of it. "Katie, please."

"I'll slow you down."

"You will if we keep debating this!"

They wouldn't have expected him to come for her. Then again, they likely wouldn't have expected him to try and escape either, which made her smile. As for leaving....oh the wanting ached in her, fierce enough to be frightening.

"I'm not like you," she said. "You'd get further on your own. I don't - you should go. Run. Leave."

"Do you want to come?" he demanded, searching her face.

She looked down. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Katie." It was a growl of pure frustration, pure...something.

She glanced up. His eyes were watery; begging. For her. It seemed impossible. She swallowed hard.

The experiment looked at enhancing blood properties to make it more regenerative. A medicine. A youth serum. Her blood healed her, but at the crucial stage of giving it to other people it always killed them. Poisoned them horribly from the inside out.

He had succeeded at even that final stage. He was their victory march. His blood, his essence, was not some inherently selfish thing. Even now...

He took her hand, drawing her up into his arms. He seemed unconcerned by the blood that would hurt all others - not that anyone had ever tested if she could hurt even him. Why take the risk?

"Careful," she said, anyway, clutching his shoulders. "I don't - you have to be careful. Stay back. Don't let me contaminate you."

He made a rude noise at that and they both pressed a little closer to each other, despite her words.

"I'm not leaving you here to rot with them," he said. "I know I phrased it as a question, but...bloody hell. They treat you worse than me."

"Well, I did kill quite a lot of them."

"That wasn't your fault."

It had felt like her fault. It always felt like her fault.

He cupped her cheek, gaze blazing. "Do you want to come?" he asked again.

The alarm continued wailing; the sounds of movement and panic closer than it had been before. They were running out of time.

"What if they don't like me out there?" KT-068 whispered. "In the world? What if they think I'm a freak? Or a monster? What if - what if something happens and people get hurt again?"

"Then I'll help them. And I like you."

"Oh."

"I wouldn't have survived this place without you," he said. "I don't care if you slow me down. Whenever I dreamed of freedom it was for both of us. Don't you see?"

There were a thousand things to see in his eyes.

She exhaled a trembling breath. "Can we go to the pier? I've always wanted to see the ocean."

A smile lit up his face. "Yes. We'll have chips and candy floss and go on all the rides. We'll travel to so many places."

"I'd like that. I want that. I - I want to come with you."

He carried her across the glass.

Her feet had already healed by the time he set her down again, outside the remnants of her cell. "Can you walk?" he still asked. "Can you run?"

She could have run even if every step was agony, if it meant getting out of there.

It was her turn to take his hand, to pull him forward. "Just watch me."

In the end, she left a trail of blood and bodies across the facility.

But they were free.

#writing #story #ficlet #creative writing #writeblr #experiment #idk

[creepling]

hii idk if you’re comfortable but could i request just any headcanons of stockholm syndrome johnny slaughter x fem!reader? would he ever come around to being “gentle” after corrupting the reader of a relationship? would he ever let the reader see her family? just give me any details you brainstorm 🫣

this became more of a drabble but it encapsulates everything i'd except from johnny with a captive with stockholm syndrome. he'll be overthinking, he'll be insecure, and he'll take it out on you. then act all boyfriend material so you don't question it. he's such a joy to be around lmaooo

tags: can be read as gn. stockholm syndrome, knife as threat, near death experience, abusive relationship

Johnny’s tactics proved to be worthwhile the more you eased yourself into the role of a captive, viewing your surroundings as a home since you had no escape to go to your own. It surprises him how quickly you succumbed to it, offering to take up chores. He was suspicious of you at first until he let you out in the junkyard to gather scraps. The cattle grid off, the gate open, you had every chance of escape. Your footing stayed planted on the soil, bare feet in the dry dirt, humming a tune as the sun beat down on you. You acted as if you were at home, taking your time, comfortable in your surroundings. You were the first of its kind in Johnny’s eyes.

Sometimes he caught you gazing at the pressure gate. Looking beyond the road to the horizon, deep in thought. Johnny would keep his eye on you, his hands busy with the car he was fixing up. Then you would sigh and look away, getting back to work. Johnny needed answers, he had to know what you were thinking. A dream, an opportunity? Are you kidding him?

“You ever thought about running away?” He would ask. You never gave a direct answer, your words were always like “I like it here”, “I have everything I need”

It did not calm his nerves. You can’t leave, you can’t defeat him. You cannot be convinced of anything except your devotion to him, otherwise all his work has gone to waste. He had to test you again, break any thought that crossed your mind.

He ambushed you in the quiet of the night, snuffling your screams with his hand, and pressing his knife to your neck. You only screamed once, resting when you saw Johnny, calm under his knife as you gazed into his eyes.

“If you ever think about leaving,” Johnny warned, “Goddammit- I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” His words were insecure, his vowels broken. Masking his frustration with fury.

He shifted his hand to grip your hair, giving you a chance to speak. Your docile face gazing up at him, forcing a smile to appeal to him.

“I love you, Johnny… I do, I really do,” your calm words failed as he tensed his shoulders, pressing the knife closer to you. “But… I have a family. They’ll be worried sick about me. At least let me write to them, I’ll tell them that I found you, and I’m happy here. Please…” You weren’t necessarily lying, but there was still an inkling of what life was like before. Your whole life was ahead of you, letting you navigate the paths of life. You went down this one, longing for the possibilities there were before. You refused to admit defeat, mustering a fond smile.

It seemed like Johnny was thinking about it, but he was only steadying his knife, debating on slitting your throat. The spill of your blood flashed before his eyes before he made the split decision to replace the knife with his hand, closing your airflow.

“You have a family,” Johnny spat, “We’re your goddamn family. Got it?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, gripping his wrists, calling surrender. He lets go, scoffing at your pathetic coughs for air.

“You’re smart, so I suggest you start thinking smart thoughts,” Johnny’s remark was worse than his knife. You turned on your side, burying your face into the pillow to get back to sleep. Your eyes are wide open, tense under Johnny’s arms wrapped around you. He kisses your temple, soothing your head, as if nothing happened.

#johnny slaughter x reader #tcm game #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #drabble #request #anon #cw abuse #cw knife #cw stockholm syndrome

[floral-moon-light]

Major Phil/egg lore has happened! If you have not watched the streams /vods and don't want to be potentially spoiled go watch Monday and wensdays vods!

Ok, so Monday Phil gets on and Forever yells for help saying something about a freezer, so Phil takes tubbo and heads to the facility where Tubbo was frozen in ice. Upon getting there they were confronted with a federation guard (WB017) who basically tried to force the two off the property. Phil eventually tried to the distract the guard (which he achieved) while Tubbo snuck in (which failed due to Admins tping him out). During this Phil learned some new lore, but nothing of major ramification. Mostly conformation of things that had been in a partial state of confusion.

After that Phil went to check on Forever, who was back at his base safe, but acting "sad but determined".

Some time later though a message pops up in chat saying Forever died to a neither mob so Phil and a group of others run to the order's portal and find a strange device on it that has the same blue coloration as BadBoyHalo. During this the group decided to try the Freezer place again to try and figure out what is going on. They get in and get down to the lowest level which had surprisingly been completely fixed up but had a black concrete wall that the group broke through to find a hall that soon filled with mobs. After clearing out the mobs the group found a strange chamber with biomes in test tubes and some experiment logs from the federation, before being chased out by the guard using a gun.

I don't remember anything else important happening that day.

Wednesday is when sh** hit the fan.

First things first Fit came and told Phil about a new location found near Walter Bob's home as well as some more lore he missed. (nothing major I believe.) After which Phil and Fit decide to go mess with Tubbo and Fred (WA02)'s movie "date".

After That, Phil goes off exploring, which turns into Capibara time.

Once Phil decides to go home he sees Cellbit is on and goes off to info dump on the man all the stuff Phill has been saving up for the man. Afterword Cellbit takes Phil to to his castle to have the man chose one of the 4 gods he has in his magic room. Of course Phil chooses Death (Kristen you are loved and the best lady death ever! Though I kinda wish he had chosen blood if only as a tribute to Techno. (side note, I want someone to sneak into the blood room and add Techno in just as a nod to the blood god.)).

After that, when Phil went to head off to bed for the night, he decided to check his base's black concrete to find that a potato had replaced Chayanne's gapple and that the book in the chest now had coordinated in it for Chayanne's pumpkin patch. Which now had a black concrete patch and a chest with a glitchy picture of Chayanne (and yes, it was Chayanne; we could see his egg.) as well as coordinates to Tallulah's flower field that had a new black patch of concrete with a chest holding a Glitchy picture of Tallulah.

Phil's Eggs Are Alive! 100% surviving and telling that to their Dad!

And oh, did this rile Phil and Chat up (you could see the anger in the Voices screaming "blood for the blood god," and as a fellow voice, I would have joined the choir if I had watched this live (my schedule does not link to me being able to watch this live usually)).

Phil them went and showed this to Cellbit and Bad, leading to a long chat about what could be going on.

After this, a chat about the tickets occurred, especially about why Phil's ticket was unique. When Slime got online, they decided to check with him about the man's ticket because he was one of the few people the group had no ticket info on. In the process of checking Slime's ticket, which was unique having slime on it (which is typical for Slimecicle), they met JuanaFlippa (who is a code or at least code infected if their speech pattern is any indication) and they seem to be Infecting Slime as well!

After spending time with Smile and his ?Egg? Phil IRL got distracted by his neighborhood Cat for a bit before ending stream after leaving a new note to Chayanne and Tallulah, basically asking them to tell him anything they can about what is going on.

And gods if all that isn't Insanity then I don't know what is!

But this proves the eggs should be okay and leaves only one Egg unaccounted for in a photo. This being Leo.

So now there are potentially 3 mysteries! What is the federation up to with those experiments? How do we save the eggs? And, What happened to Forever?

Let's hope there is some news Friday.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp eggs #qsmp lore #qsmp cellbit #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp tubbo #qsmp forever #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 1 | Dumbification - Dottore

Kinktober masterlist

AFAB reader

Word count: 2,147

Warnings: 18+, minimal editing, degradation, oral (Dottore receiving), orgasm denial, begging, vaginal sex, overstimuation, dumbification, implied being experimented on at the end

A/n: I feel proud of this one. I had the sudden urge to write it early September. I just hope he isn’t out of character because I haven’t gotten to that part of the archon quest yet.

The mind of a guard tends to wander. Maybe it shouldn't. Your parents told you to give your mind, body, and soul to the Fatui. But even someone as lowly as you had needs.

You stayed on guard in your Harbinger's lab nearly all day. Standing by the entrance in case anything went wrong or he needed something. Only taking breaks for meals and sleeping. Not enough time to take care of your needs. At least unless you were willing to go without enough food or sleep.

Today was worse than usual. The throbbing between your legs made it hard to hold still. You wanted so badly to touch yourself or at least rub your legs together. It was unbearable. You looked around. He seemed to be agonizing where to get his next test subject now that even his current one was a fail. Surely, he was too engrossed to notice.

You rubbed your legs together. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. You looked down. Surely you could rub a little more, shift your hips and get the most friction. You bit your lip. If only you could just sneak your fingers in. If you could just…

"Guard?"

 Your head shot up and ceased all movement. Your brain had become so clouded you almost forgot he was there.

"Tell me what you were doing." His eyes looked you up and down.

"Guarding?"

"No, no, no." He shook his head and laughed manically. "You mean to tell me you weren't just trying to pleasure yourself." He stepped closer. "Rubbing your legs together like I wasn't even there."

Your face was burning up. You avoided his gaze.

"No, look at me." A hand roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "How did someone so slutty manage to become a guard? Someone could have broke in and you would have been busy fucking yourself."

You pouted. "If you're so concerned, why don't you get me off so I can pay attention?"

It suddenly occurred to you that you would probably pay for that temporary burst of confidence and stupidity. Your blood turned to ice as your mind raced over the millions of ways he could punish you.

He paused before bursting out into laughter. "You're the boldest guard I met. But why not? I'm bored anyway. I'll oblige."

What?

Before you could even comprehend your luck he picked you up and set you on the table. It took you a moment to even realize he was standing between your knees. And to notice him take something out of his pants.

You stared at it, completely dumbfounded and mouth watering.

"What are you waiting for?" He leaned closer to you. His scent flooding your nose. "Stroke the cock of your master. You have to give me something before I give you what you want."

Sucking in a shaky breath, you grabbed it and gave an experimental pump. Swiping your thumb over the head, you tried to pick up some wetness to help your hands run along it.

He tsked and spoke against your ear. "You'll have to do better than that."

A shiver ran down your spine. You wrapped both hands around his cock and squeezed harder.

You cursed that you weren't at the right angle for putting it in your mouth. Unknowingly, you licked your lips and they stayed parted as you panted ever so slightly.

"Here."

He put a hand on your forehead and pushed you down onto the table. He ducked for a moment and you felt the table lower. It was when he came back up that you realized you were in the perfect position.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head to tilt back off the table. So that your head was upside down. Blood rushed to the top of your head. He slapped his partially hard cock against your cheek and precum smeared across your lip.

"Don't keep me waitin-" he cut off with a hiss.

You already took him into your mouth before he could finish. Sliding your tongue along the top. You did your best to bob up and down along him from your position. He made a shallow thrust that nearly hit the back of your throat. Saliva leaked. Running down the sides of your mouth. 

A small moan vibrated in your mouth. He thrust again. The tip colliding with the back of your throat. You shoved away your gag reflex. His head tilted back. An airy laugh left his mouth.

"You really are a cock slut, aren't you?"

You nodded as best you could. Your eyes were half lidded. Your brain was hazy. No thoughts except to keep sucking. As though it were your only purpose. It was intoxicating. And you loved it.

His thrust became deeper and more aggressive. Pulling your hair tight on your scalp. His balls slapping your face. The more you choked, the faster he went. You squirmed in pleasure. Trying to get some friction to stop the growing need as he facefucked you into stupidity.

His pace became even more brutal until he pulled out. You whined at the loss just before his load squirted all over your face. You did your best to lick up what you could. If only he let you swallow it all. You pouted slightly. You had to be careful how much you breathed through your nose to not accidentally breathe it in.

He stalked around the table. One hand grabbed your ankle and forced your legs open. Once on the other side, he grabbed the other and pulled you towards him. The fabric of your clothes slid easily against the metal table. You flinched in surprise and sat up. His face was right in front of yours when you did so.

For a moment, you both just stared. At least until you remembered the throbbing between your legs. And when you noticed his gloved finger tapping the waistband of your clothes. A small smirk appeared on his face. You suddenly realized what he wanted.

Your clothes were hastily taken off. Just enough to give access to your holes. You didn’t want to give him any reason to change his mind. He ran his hands gently over you, but not in a way that was soft. In a way that was teasing, in a way that promised more. And as though he were examining you.

He thumbed your sensitive bits. You bit your lip. The air was cold on your soaked pussy. He rubbed with more pressure. Your head and eyes rolled back.

"Beg."

In your stupor, you stared at him trying to understand.

"Beg for me to fuck you like the needy slut you are."

"P-please," you slurred.

"Please what?"

"Please…" Words refused to form.

He grabbed hold of your jaw. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Too stupid to even form a sentence?"

"Please," you struggled to find the word that meant him pistoning in and out of you and his hips colliding with your and filling you up. "Fuck. Please, fuck me. Please, fill-"

Your mouth opened in a silent scream when he suddenly shoved himself inside of you. Your hands flew onto his shoulders. Grasping at the fabric. Deep thrusts into your core. But not fast, yet. You rolled your hips. Urging him in desperation. It felt so good, but not enough.

Each time his hips met yours a jolt went through you. It was coming. You panted. You had to orgasm. Nothing else existed. All that mattered was chasing your high.

Your cloudy eyes met his. Your fingers began to brush his hair.

He shoved you down on your back. You fought for a moment to be close. But his strong arm held you down as he climbed on top of you. He pushed you back so he could properly get on. His legs and arms caged you in. Staring down at you. 

You shrunk into the table. He was so much bigger than you. He could do anything he wanted to you.

Without notice, he ripped off the rest of your clothes. Leaving you naked and cold. The coolness of the metal sunk to your skin. Goosebumps formed. It was then you realized how vulnerable you were. But the heat and yearning burning you from the inside quickly compensated.

And then he stopped.

Your eyebrows creased together. Your mouth opened in a protest that had let to leave. Tears nearly left your eyes as you felt yourself coming down from the high. Still horny and with nothing.

You looked up pleadingly and confused at him.

He smirked at your pathetic form.

"I forgot to mention, but there's a price before we go further."

You pout. Your eyebrows still knitted together. Filled with frustration and not afraid to let it show.

"I can't do anything more. Unless," his smile grew, "you do me a favor." 

You nodded insistently and tried to hump him. However he held your hips down.

He laughed loudly.  "I haven't even told you what it is yet.” He made slow, shallow thrusts. His hand guided you. “You'd let me just do anything to you? You have to let me do whatever I want with your body after we're done." 

You nodded. “You can do anything. Just, please.”

His lips were on yours. Briefly, then pulled away. Before you could tell what was going on and kiss back. He was back to pounding into you. You gasped for air. His fingers grasped your breasts. Squeezing the flesh. You bit your lip.

His weight was on that one hand. The one thumbing at your nipple. It was holding him up. The pressure felt like it would crack your ribs.It was hard to breathe.

He dove in for your neck. His teeth sunk into your skin. You hissed. Your nails dug into his back. It was so much. His deep thrusts, his teeth and lips on your neck. A moan escaped your throat. You rolled your hips against him.

He pulled back another hand and started digging in his pocket. It barely registered in your brain. Being right up against him was so nice.

He pulled out something. You didn’t recognize it. He pressed something on it and it vibrated in his hand. He looked you directly in the eyes. It was tucked between your legs. A shock went through you. Your body rigid as your mouth hung open. Your clit throbbed against its tiny tremors. Without input your body bucked. The stimulus too much. But also trying to press it closer, in the perfect spot.

The pressure in you snapped. Pleasure crashed through you in waves. Finally you came down from your high. But then you realized he wasn’t stopping. You were still sensitive. You opened your mouth. To say it was too much. But your heat pulsed. Building up all over again. Torn between no more or more. You grabbed on tight to him and squirmed.

Incoherent babbling left your mouth. Your brain was too clogged to even tell. Your words combined with moans, making them nearly impossible to understand.

You were too out of it to notice his thrilled smile at your stupified state.

There was so much going on. Vibrations. Getting pounded into oblivion. Playing with your tits. He was everywhere. Your body. Inside you. In your brain.

You needed to orgasm. It was the only thing that mattered. Somewhere in your clouded mind, you thought how you’d love to do this forever. Fucking for the rest of eternity. Only having to worry about how long it would take you to orgasm.

"That's right. You don't need to think. You just need more dick."

A smack. Your backside stung. But it somehow only felt good. You felt yourself crashing all over again. So powerful you might just overload into nothing.

He let out a string of curses. Slamming into you more feverishly until he suddenly stopped. His hips jerked. Warmth pooled into you.

You laid motionless like you were dead. While breathing heavily, he pushed a piece of hair out of your face. His fingers traced along your figure. Prodding in places. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out. Warm liquids leaked out of you onto the table.

You could hear his steps around the table to the counter. The sound of him picking up tools.

You were exhausted. Deflated and braindead. No energy to even lift your eyes to watch him.

He stepped up to you. You felt something around your wrist. It was rough. You flinch. Something was holding it in place.

He shushed you and walked to the other side. You felt the same thing on your other wrist.

"Don't worry your dumb little mind on anything," his voice said. "By the time I'm done, you'll be more beautiful than ever."

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dottore x reader #tw: dumbification #smut #genshin smut

[twinsunstars]

Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 2 - Paths Unknown - A Discussion Post

I wasn't ready for this episode either, and there was a lot to take in. Let's dive into it again!

(SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE PREMIERE EPISODES YET!)

I was surprised to see Roland again, and I really like Isa Durand's design. I found out she is voiced by Angelica Huston, the same actress who had played Queen Clarion in the Tinker Bell film series, which I found amazing. This series is getting good actors.

Hunter and Wrecker appear with a Pyke as their captive, and their armor is so scratched, and some of Hunter's armor is missing, including his scarf. They have been through a lot in the span of time Omega has been missing.

Hunter continues to search for any information they can find on Omega's whereabouts and where Hemlock keeps his experiments. He appears exhausted, and to me he looks somewhat thinner. Tech's goggles are in view, which is heartbreaking. Hunter's the one using all the technology, and from Season 2, we know he's not that good at it, but he doesn't have any other choice. Hunter looked up at Lula, who sits in Omega's room with one of her ears flopped down. He said he won't stop until he finds Omega, and nothing can stop him.

Wrecker continues to comfort Hunter, being the only member here to make sure Hunter is kept intact. Echo is with Rex, so he isn't here to talk to Hunter. It's just the two right now, and times are getting harder.

Reaching the planet to find one of Hemlock's (now destroyed) laboratories, Hunter and Wrecker discover two young regular clones and later three in total-Mox, Deke, and Stak-who are trying to survive in the jungle. It's so cool that Daniel Logan came to voice a young clone. They're just little kids, and they're forced to a life like this. Luckily their skills they learned are helping them survive, but they can't live like this. The kids said they were taking samples of their blood too, though likely they failed the blood tests as well.

Wrecker said "Defective and effective!" This is a new quote I'm going to use in my life.

I'm sorry, why did Hunter run like this here 😭

Hunter and Wrecker talk to the three young clones, trying to get their help in finding Omega. Deke offers to help them, while Mox and Stak resist.

I burst out laughing at the way Wrecker had Gonky strapped to his back. Hopefully Gonky is just glad he can help out.

Seriously, what were those green things running about and attacking them??

Mox and Stak discover Hunter and Wrecker's ship, making a choice to escape with their ship. Mox sees Lula and thinks about this decision, making the choice to take the ship and go help them.

Hunter takes the kids, planning to drop them off at Pabu. Considering the trailer and how Pabu is likely going to be attacked, Hunter could take them to Rex instead. I do want to see the kids' reactions to Pabu and watch them have fun while it lasts.

This episode was a bit away from the pain, and Hunter is really struggling. Let's hope they find more important intel soon, and Omega returns to them safely with Crosshair.

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch omega #the bad batch mox #the bad batch stak #the bad batch zeke #the bad batch series #tbb #the bad batch echo #pabu

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Dead Lovers Lane: Peter Ballard

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 641

Request:  So this one is for Peter Ballard, and I was hoping this could be like something from Season 4! Y/N or what name you decide to pick, is a test subject at Hawkins lab. Peter is one of the staff there just like season 4. Lets say she's just as powerful as Eleven and beats her in the circle experiment. Lets say Y/N is around.. 17/18 and Peter is not 67-. They begin to fall in love, sharing side glances in the Rainbow room or during training. When it comes time for Y/N to run away, Peter end up killing her along with the other numbers, and realizes his mistake to late, crying and holding her in his arms as she dies.

A/N: I aged Peter down to about 22 years old and made the reader 18 years old

Some said that you were just as powerful as Eleven if not more powerful than her and it was proven during circle time when you and El squared off during each other and you knocked her off her feet which not only impressed Dr. Breener but Peter as well who had his eye on you for a while now. You were roughly about 18 years old meaning you were one of the first children that Dr. Breener had brought in to be tested on, and god were you the most beautiful thing Peter had ever seen.

You didn't plan on falling for Peter but the first time you met him, you couldn't deny how attractive he was and you could stare into those beautiful blue eyes of his all day long if given the chance. It started out real innocent between you and Peter while you were in the rainbow room he would come and talk to you about your days and basic stuff but as time went on it was hard for the both of you not to stare well more so give each other loving glances at each other while in the rainbow room or during training.

"What if I told you I could get out of here?" Peter said to you one day while he escorted you back to his room.

"You would come with me right?" You asked him confused because you didn't want to leave without him.

"Of course sweetheart. We would leave togther so that we can finally be together without any rules and you can finally start living for yourself instead of being a test subject." He said lacing his hands with yours as you two stepped into your room.

"I would love that Peter!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck making him smile as he hugged you back.

From that day forward when Peter would walk you to your room, he would tell you about the escape plan so that you knew everything you were supposed to do when the day came for you to escape while Peter did his part which he failed to tell you that he was gonna kill everyone in the lab so that no one would come after you guys.

"I'll see you on the otherside princess." Peter said placing a kiss on your lips.

You were making your way to the escape door when you saw Dr. Breener and the group of kids coming down the hall making you panic so you slipped into line with them, not wanting to get caught. You followed them into the rainbow room and acted along waiting for your prefect moment to reescape and join Peter.

Peter walked into the rainbow room with one thing on his mind and that was having a future with you without any of this life coming back to haunt him. You started off with killing the guards which made the children scream and if only he had been paying attention to who he was killing he would've realized that you were in there.

Peter finished killing El and the last of the guards when he saw the familiar head of your hair laying next to one of kids while choking on your blood making him panic as he rushed over you.

"Princess no what are you doing here?" He asked lifting you into his arms as the tears streamed down his face.

"Almost got caught trying to escape." You said coughing up more blood as Peter reached for your hand.

"You weren't supposed to be here princess....we were supposed to start our lives together." He said through tears as he cradled your body.

"I...I love you Peter." You said before shutting your eyes and taking your final breathe making Peter cry even harder and hate himself more for not realizing his mistake sooner.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard angst #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[sylvaridreams]

can i get a #9 for both canach/alba and auru/alba

of course.... 👁️👁️

commander love interest asks

9. How did they/how would they have reacted to the commander's death at Balthazar's hands?

For Canach is was a lot like canon. Rytlock, Meisi, and Kas were there, he couldn't very well melt down on the spot. Even with Alba dead (dead. really dead.) Canach was trying to respect his wishes of nobody *knowing* -- so he played it as cool as he could, checked for a pulse. Kept checking. Kept waiting for something to change.

And of course it did, Alba came back, bloody and brutalized and lightheaded from blood loss, but he was alive at least. The experience was a drain on them both, the first major strain on their relationship. Canach asked for that to never happen again; he didn't want to experience it a second time, and Alba promised, which is why it's so especially hurtful that he continues to run headlong into danger at every available opportunity. It isn't even that he wants to get hurt or that he's trying to die, and Canach knows that's not the case; it's more like he's ruled himself out somehow, in the name of the greater good. Sometimes Canach closes his eyes and still sees Alba dead on the plateau, his hand on his throat waiting for a pulse.

No one ever told Auruim what happened to Alba. He would have still been deep in the jungle at the time; this was easily... a year and a half? before the krewe pulled him out to test reformation on live subjects. Auruim wasn't privy to a lot of what he missed until he started going through Alba's memories with the memory seeds. Killing Trahearne with his own hands was rough, but the worst was the last seed he did, which was the battle in which Alba died. Having to experience death in Alba's place and watch through his eyes as he failed and the final blow was delivered, and then losing all sense of anything and being enveloped in pitch black until Deidre woke him up in a panic-- it was not easy on him, and he came out of the dream sick and hurting and scared, not believing that Alba was across the world alive and well. How could he be if Auruim had just experienced his death?

Alba ended up agreeing to come pick them up from Amnoon, because Auruim was refusing to continue and making demands for Alba to come to the Riverlands-- at this point I think Alba didn't see any reason for Auruim to continue, anyway, but Auruim had stubbornly stuck with it until this point. They met up in Amnoon, and Auruim became emotional and angry and accusatory towards him for letting him go through that without warning, for not telling him, and how could he even know if this was real or not. (Alba had had no idea until this point what memory Auruim had last seen, or if he'd just been wandering around goofing off instead of following the seeds.) Anyway he gets to have his tantrum about it and then Alba gives him a hug and lets him cry it out, and that's that. :)

#aurualba #canalba #asks answered

[marvinthemillennialmouse]

Thoughts on Marvin Lore - part 5

Been thinking more about Marvin's decision to leave Mars behind and come to Earth and I think I've come up with an adjustment to the whole thing compared to the earlier verison.

Marvin's doing his job, abducting people, probing them (kinky, I know), then dropping them back off without a single memory of what happened (though sometimes a few vague images bleed through, or... some dream-like recall, it depends on how intoxicated the subject was at the time) and he happens across a book they were carrying. Ordinarily, protocol is to return the possession as soon as possible in as discrete a manner as possible to avoid detection or suspicion that something is amiss.

It just so happens this book was an older text about political theory--specifically dealing with the drawbacks of one particular economic system that Marvin's society is intimately familiar with. He made a quick digital copy of the text and returned the book so it wouldn't end up "missing", then settled in while he waited between jobs. Home office would send down a new target for him to shadow and 'examine'.

While he waited, Marvin began reading through the text he had scanned from the book and found it compelling, especially since it pointed out so many of the failings of the system he lived under with not much hope of escape. Needless to say--despite the somewhat dry nature of the writing itself, it made a distinct impression on him.

Over the following days, he kept reading and learning and decided he might need to read more on political and economic theory. He tapped into the local information net--what the people of the third planet called 'the internet'--and began researching other authors and works that might give him a better understanding. Much to his frustration, he found that there wasn't really a single, unified voice or school of thought--but many, and all of them had varying degrees to which they agreed and disagreed.

That baffled Marvin terribly. He was so used to his society espousing that those in power--and those who spoke for those in power--knew exactly what they were doing, where they were going, and how to get there. The explicit confidence with which his superiors operated gave him no reason to question them... until now. Sure, humans weren't the most intelligent creatures. Hell, the irradiated their own planet testing nuclear weapons which various nation states intended to keep pointed at one another as a sort of global hostage situation. He had read up on the concept of M.A.D.--mutually assured destruction--and it horrified him. How could any society allow itself to end up in such a state?

At least they hadn't destroyed themselves yet. The 'international poker game' was still going and there had not been a nuclear exchange so far. Maybe they would figure it out after all--Marvin thought.

Work carried on: collecting biological data, experimenting on the steadily expanding genetic library, discovering new and exciting ways to make Terran and Martian genomes compatible. That bit was something Marvin actually enjoyed, though he would have enjoyed it more if he had been given the leeway and resources to conduct the sort of research he wanted to. There were several interesting facets to Terran physiology, some of which might be of benefit to Marvin's people--it just wasn't terribly profitable so his superior ordered him to stop chasing after it.

Having educated himself on how such a society operates, Marvin was able to start picking out certain signs of what was to come, identifying aspects of the repeating patterns. He used that to his advantage to sell what little he owned, buy a ship of his own outright, and leave. As he was pulling away, news broke that made his blood run cold. The planetary economy was about to undergo a 'correction' as it was always called. Those happened at infrequent intervals, and the last one had left him without a job for months. He didn't want to think about what was to come, so he pointed his ship at Earth and didn't look back.

Life on the blue marble would be a challenge. It was a completely different society. Marvin would need to learn and adapt fast. He adjusted his appearance to make the fact he wasn't local less obvious, and began working on how to integrate with Terran culture. There were a lot of elements from Marvin's old life back on Mars that were very much present on Earth, but from what he could discern, there were enough people pushing back against them, and enough different cultures, that no singular influence had dominated the others the way it had on Mars. Perhaps there was hope yet.

Maybe Marvin could help spread the good word of the new political theories he had been learning about, and maybe he could learn from others who knew the material better. He just had to keep a low profile. He had been pulled over by the Alien Affairs Agency before and they did NOT like him very much. Now, he would have to deal with them on a regular basis. Joy of joys... interplanetary immigration... made doubly complicated by the fact that the majority of the public still thought they were the only sentient life forms in the universe.

At least it was a different kind of complicated, one that wasn't drenched top to bottom in the bitter, sour, biting stink of his homeworld's trappings.

#Marvin The Millennial Mouse Lore #Mouse #Furry #oc lore #alien #martian #political awakening #anti-capitalist #No it's not like Men In Black #Probing #Someone's into butt stuff that's for sure

[borchdunlap77]

Fertility & Family Planning

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🪶 Sven Baldwin (Original Character) 🪶

“I will be the wall for those in need.”

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name/Alas: Sven Baldwin - Father

Faceclaim: Nyx Ulric - Santiago Cabrera - Nihongou Kiwame, Ryotaro Dojima

Species: Nephilim  

Birthday/Age: November 29 {44}

Gender/Sexuality: Male - Bisexual  

Occupation: Former Priest - Mercenary  

BIOGRAPHY

Sven was born and raised in the Order Hands of God. A secret group of the Church that has to protect God, the Church, and humanity. His parents were the best agents in the area. At first, they were rivals, yet they fell in love and had their beloved son. Unfortunately, Sven’s mother died in childbirth. Then he was raised by his father until he was 8 years old. But his father was killed in battle.

To honor his father’s memory, he resolved to devote himself completely to become a priest. At age 17 he made his vows and became officially an agent of order. He served to the order much of his life. Until he discovered the Hands of God, was not what he imagined. He ran away and became a mercenary. Despite being retired, he still practices his old duties if other people needs.

A little while later he discovers his true origins. He is a Nephilim, a direct descendant of an angel. Divine blood flowed through his veins. His former order was directly involved in this and he found himself once again trapped in his past, looking for answers about who he really is.

VERSES

🐺 WOLF SHIFTER AU: A private verse in partnership with @pyramultimuse Sven is a shapeshifter wolf who has been banished from his old pack and finds shelter with a snow leopard.

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✝️ STILL A CHILD OF GOD: Sven still belongs to the Order Hands of God. He has not yet to discover the corruption of his beloved home. He continues to blindly obey the orders of his superiors without question.

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💀 SPIRIT OF DEATH (DRAGON AGE AU): Sven became the spirit of death, after which the spirit itself emerged with him in an attempt to save his life. He almost sacrificed his own life trying to destroy one of the crow's guilds. As a little boy he and his sister Alice had been adopted by crows, branded with iron and fire as if they were pigs. For them to always remember their true origins. But by the time they reached adulthood, Sven was getting tired of guild life. He proposed to his sister that they run away together. She accepted, but in the end was somehow controlled by the guild and forced to kill her own brother. Failing to deliver the final blow, she committed suicide. So he could have a chance to run away and live the life of freedom he craved. However, upon seeing his sister's sacrifice he was filled with rage. And tried to destroy one of their bases. In the process he ended up seriously hurting himself. Yet instead of dying, the spirit of death had compassion on him and emerged with his body. Now he shares his soul with that being giving him powers that only death could bestow. He wanders around aimlessly. Following the events of Thedas looking for purpose for his new life.

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☠︎︎ DEVIL MAY CRY: Sven Baldwin was sent by a religious order Hands of God to guard and protect the Sparda bloodline. It is likely that the order wants much more by sending Sven on this mission. But for him his only job is to protect his masters, even though they may be against it.

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⚔️ SCHOOL OF THE CAT (THE WITCHER AU): When Sven was just an orphan surviving on the streets, his luck changed when he was taken in by the School of Cats. Or at least the few survivors. Who managed to escape of the countless attacks they suffered throughout their history.With the promise that he would be stronger and could have a better chance of making money as a witcher. He accepted to be the test subject of the possible mutations that some of them still had. Very few adults survive such experiences, let alone a child. But Sven proved to be special. Especially since apparently his blood had a great unknown magic power. Which was enough to supply what was lacking in the poorly finished mutations.The boy who survived became an adult and one of the strongest witchers within his school. Thus becoming the hope of the School of the Cat perhaps to be rebuilt again.

CANONS AND HEADCANONS

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Karamat Baldwin

Mother: Meredith Baldwin  

Siblings: Alice Baldwin

Other Family: Nero Sparda

S/O: Vergil Sparda [@lostsonofsparda] Sephiroth [ @pyramultimuse ]

Pets: None

#xsvenbaldwinx

[bugbyte]

Medical nonsense! Spent my evening crying about it. That’s becoming my new hobby.

Some of this discusses needles and medical trauma, and even though I’m tagging those I also want to be up front because it’s pretty heavy.

Got a letter from an office I haven’t been to yet that’s doing yet more genetic testing for something that’s for sure confirmed to run on one side of my family and will also Mess You Up, and instead of being informed by a person it’s just. Like 3 sentences that vaguely explain this other test they want to do.

It’s a nerve conduction test, plus an electromyogram, both of which involve sticking a bunch of needles into muscles and then either putting electricity in to see what happens or measuring electrical output on an oscilloscope. Which, because I love electronics sounds fascinating on the surface except for the needles part and realizing that those suckers are going to have to go deep to actually touch muscle (which I learned from trigger point injections) and so yeah no I am filled with a copious level of nope and dread. The nah cup runneth over. I’m going to try and speak to a human and see if this is actually necessary because I don’t have symptoms of the genetic thing presently, but I was advised to test for the gene now because it appears later in life. And if I can do anything or science improves before then, I want to know.

Then I thought about it too much and had a panic attack, which took a while to put 2 and 2 together, but it’s trauma, it’s always trauma if you keep peeling back layers. I had surgery in mid-2020, sort of unexpectedly, and at the height of the pandemic. I had never had surgery before, so I was in the hospital, alone, cut off from family and support people because they took my belongings to a locker, so my phone was out of my hands. At the time I was much worse about dealing with needles than I am now and got a bunch of surprise blood draws and injections and several failed IVs in pre op when I had mentally prepared for…one IV.

Anyway, I was having a panic attack because I had been told not to take my meds beforehand and they threw my spouse out of the waiting area even though I had been told he could stay with me because of my anxiety. I tried to communicate all of this to the nurses setting me up but, man, these two just had some kind of good cop/bad cop routine going on and Bad Cop was trying to get blood from my hand and slapping my veins viciously. The other nurse was in my other arm placing the IV but the tube size was incorrect and instead it started leaking everywhere, so Bad Cop came over to help and just applied an excessive amount of pressure to keep the IV in place while a new tube was put in but man, it did not need to be nearly that rough. I was not bleeding and it wasn’t meds going in, just saline. All of this did not help my panic attack. She was just clearly pissed about having to deal with me and got away with just enough physical violence that could be written off as necessary for the blood draw and me exaggerating because of the panic attack. I wasn’t exaggerating though. I had bruises for over a month. I bruise easily, but this was something else.

The first person there to show me any kindness was the anesthesiologist who spoke kindly to me and talked about the procedure and then dosed me with versed to help with the panic. Here’s the thing: versed is supposed to calm you down and make you forget what’s happening. My anxiety was so high that she had to come back for another dose. I clearly remember everything up to being put under. My brain was fighting that hard, under the impression it was going to die, because panic attacks do that. I felt like a wilted plant but I had total awareness in a limp body, which was also a mildly terrifying experience.

Anyway, dropping a weird new test on me this week with very little information or justification, that’s apparently needle based and described as “mildly uncomfortable” (one of the greatest lies in medicine) just slapped every button on my console like a kid in an elevator.

I’m just, not willing to put myself in a room alone with people I do not know who are going to stick me and tell me “it doesn’t hurt that bad.” Baby, I have a connective tissue disorder, everything hurts that bad. Trigger points leave me bruised for a week. I sublux my shoulder on the regular and have to straighten my fingers because the joints have popped out and my free floating fingers are point more sideways. Tightly-focused, sharp, drawn-out pains are my kryptonite, but at least I’m self aware.

So. You know. Crying it out and trying to parse where all this defense mode came from, and what do you know, it’s hospital trauma. Chalk that up as a new one. Or an old one. Brains are awful. I’ll get through, I always do, but I feel like I keep re-emerging as a new person every time which is a confusing feeling.

#blog #healthposting #cw medical #medical #needles #cw blood #hEDS #hypermobility #genetic engineering #electromyogram #nerve conduction test #hospital #bad nurses #surgery #medical trauma

[bucketofbugz]

Explainingggggg: MUTAGEN!!!!

Yippee the mutagen. Been wanting to explain this for GPR for some time.

I have No Idea how mutagen works in most iterations, so essentially I got to make stuff up!! Yippee!! My favorite thing to do!!

As mentioned in my GPR explanation post, the mutagen that initially mutated the Turtles was worked on in order to get a mutagen strong enough to revive the dead. The Foot Clan was in charge of this operation with the help of the O'Neil company, a company run by April's father that specializes in the handling of chemicals.

Mutagen started as something to amplify human genes. Strengthening bones, muscle, organs, pretty much just an attempt at replicating the healing process but Really Fast and it can only build off of what's already there. It also does a little Silly Thing with the brain that increases activity.

ALL of the turtles were mutated with this original form of the mutagen. With each turtle (save for Michael and Raphael who had the same type), the mutagen was crafted to work more accurately.

Now, things start to get weird when Yoshi came into play. The mutagen wasn't made to turn humans into animals or to turn animals into humans. It just happened to have that effect on the turtles because it was supposed to be able to replicate human form. However, it was very Not Ideal for Yoshi, who knew about the experiments, to be kinda just wandering around. So a new form of the mutagen was crafted for a one-time use that could modify human DNA into that of an animal. The goal for this was to make Yoshi more rat than human, however not of the mutagen managed to get into his blood and so he stayed more human than rat.

Years down the line, an employee at the company who may or may not be story-relevant decided "no, I don't like that we only got to test that once, let's do it again" and sent a modified version of that mutagen into the local water system. This version of the mutagen took outside un-human DNA already present on a person in order to mutate them, instead of mutating them into a specific animal on purpose like with Yoshi. This meant that anyone in the local area could be mutated simply by taking a shower, washing their hands, brushing their teeth, or anything else you'd be doing with water in your house.

This type of mutagen worked best when inside the body. Outside of the body, it only works on skin it comes in contact with. If it's just gotten on one part of someone's body, only that part of the person would be mutated. However, it works faster if gotten into the blood stream, and has a stronger effect the more a person comes into contact with it.

Once put into someone's body, mutagen is impossible to get rid of. Some time after mutating Donatello, the company developed retro-mutagen as a fail-safe. This was tested on Leonardo, but they couldn't go past a certain point because he already had mutagen in his blood. A person who is retro-mutated will still have faint mutant attributes, which are more prominent the longer they were mutated. If the turtles were retro-mutated like Leo, they would gain more turtle-like forms instead of human, since they were born as turtles. Retro-mutagen only dulls the effects of mutagen, it can't get rid of it completely.

Much like how you can't get rid of mutagen, you can't fully mutate someone either. If a person was mutated until they physically couldn't be anymore, they still wouldn't look like the animals they were mutated to. They'd be close, but something would always be off since they were born humans. If the turtles were mutated until they physically couldn't anymore, they wouldn't look like people either. There would always be something off, an uncanny valley sort of situation. They would likely still have rougher skin and a trace of their shells still left over.

Every mutant has mutagen in their blood. It's incredibly diluted and wouldn't work well in actually mutating anything, but it is there. The first time this is learned is through Turtlerantula, who mutated into a half-turtle thing because they bit Donatello. This inspired Donatello to experiment with hers and her brothers' blood, trying to extract the mutagen from it. She didn't get very far, though, as it was always too muted to be of any use.

NOW!! ORIGINS!!!

In a Not Very Original idea, the mutagen originally comes from the Kraang. Essentially, the base of mutagen is the chemical reaction of a Kraang rotting to death. In a short amount of time of contact with Dimension X, one member of the Kraang managed to get through to earth. However, since Dimension X has drastically different conditions and pretty much stops any possibility of death, the alien just. died. It died and dried out, turning into the ooze that bases mutagen.

ANyway that's pretty much all that needs to be known about mutagen in GPR!! :]

#green painted ruins au #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #wiks rants

[badwolfweightloss-blog]

Jan 22 - Still Here

Brushing myself off after a slight dieting fail last night. But it won't stop me.

Overall, January has been very successful. There have been ups and downs and drama, though.

On Friday after I wrote the last entry, hubby and I were supposed to go on a date night. But, my mouth was killing me from all of the problems I was experiencing with this bone spur that was jetting out of my gums. I had it filed down again and was told I needed an oral surgeon to investigate what it was and make sure it wasn't a tumor. Of course, my anxiety was sky high after all of this. Hubby and I went out anyway for a little date. Didn't overeat, but when we came home, there was wine and I think perhaps some checutterie.

The next morning, my blood pressure was extremely high - 180 over 130. I was extremely dizzy. Went ot the ER for the whole day, got a catscan of my head, and lots of other tests. Of course, like every other anxiety attack I've ever had, it turned out to be nothing. A week and a half later, I finally go to an oral surgeon who said it was all resolved. I feel like an idiot now inretrospect, but this was all very real and scary to me while it was happening.

Anyway, the whole month was very on point after that. No overeating, I lost almost 8 pounds. I feel a little sad about this because when I was younger I would have lost faster, and I never had that big week one loss this time. That's ok though, I've been very on program, walking a little every day, and I even started the couch potato to 5k again. My joints feel every step and I feel a lot of hatred about what I've done to myself. I've been reading a lot about people with hanging skin after losing 100 pounds and this makes me apprehensive too. I have been completely alcohol free this month except that Friday and overall, that experience was so scary that most of me doesn't want to resume alcohol at all again. Of course, there are those moments when it becomes something that calls me. Once in a while, I can remember how wonderful that first glass of red wine feels, how it tastes like relaxation and special moments. How I crave both of those things so much, so red wine brings it and brings it hard. But the next day is so terrible that I have to keep that in mind.

Yesterday was the Giants game, and I had a similar situation, but instead of remembering how terrible I'd feel afterwards, I caved in for food. I cannot seem to stop beating myself up about it. I need to move on and I need to get good with myself again but I'm so very angry at my choices. I was 3 points left for the night but there was this inner call to order wings and things that I couldn't ignore. It wasn't even about me initially - it was about making it a special occasion for my kids. I know my daughter was mad for my son and I spending the night with the football game, and I know my son wanted wings. But is that just an excuse? Was it really me that wanted a special night? I wanted that excitement of a lot of people cheering for the game. I wanted my friends to be hosting something so I could go over and be part of something. In the end, one of them was available but she would have come to me and I didn't want to clean. I hate that my house is a mess. I hate that my other friends seem to have forgotten about me. I hate that my husband is always working and that he lied to me when he said he was going to retire this year. He lied to me when we got married when he said he was going to retire at 20 year and we would get a chance to live a normal life. Its all lies. He will never leave his job. I will always be a single. I regret marrying him and I regret this life and I regre this house and the whole thing. I don't get a doover. This is my life I've created and I have to live in it.

This is the background noise that runs in my head. Its run less this month as I've felt more proud of the weight loss and other work I'm doing to better myself. But, it was running last night and I caved. I am so so mad at myself. I ordered a veggie wrap, thinking it would be enough. And it would have put me at just negative 2 points for the 5 point tortilla. But I didn't stop there. I didn't stop. I started with some fries. Just a few. Then a whole lot. Then the wings. Just one. Then all 6 that were left. They were spicy and buttery and saucy and I loved them. And I loved the salty fries. They were salty and flavored and I was watching the football game with it.

But it was not pointed, and it wasn't planned, and it wasn't ok. And this morning I woke up with stomach cramps and had bad bowel movement, and I have literally not stopped thinking about what a failure I am. Was it worth it? Will I not see any loss this week? Why did I do this? What is wrong with me?

[starcats1219]

Surface Changes

Chapter 5

Masterpost - ao3 - previous chapter - next chapter

warnings: torture, human experimentation, animal hybrids, pain, blood, etc

When Logan regained consciousness, he was trapped—tied down to a backboard, straps pinning his body down so that he was immobile, propped up so he could see the entrance to the room. He looked around, dread slowly washing over him as he realized where he was. Bright lights shone above him, and clean, cool counters and sinks were placed around the space. And most notably, the tray of tools that lay next to him, scalpels, knives and needles. The room was prepped like it was ready for surgery.

He pushed against the binds, desperate to escape, but they wouldn’t budge. Panic building, he heard footsteps, stopping just outside the room. The heavy-looking, metal door swung open, the Dragon Witch briskly walking inside. She saw Logan’s terrified expression and smirked, heading closer to him. Logan tried to put on a brave face but knew he was failing.

“W-what are you going to do with me?” he asked, trying to feign confidence, the shake in his voice giving him away.

The Dragon Witch moved to the table next to him, casually examining the tools placed on the tray.

“Why, what I do with all those who…stumble upon this little place,” she began, “and since one of my previous subjects has escaped, I suppose I’ll need a new one.”

She looked Logan directly in the eye, and he felt his heart turn cold. He knew what was coming next. The Dragon Witch picked up a needle, clear liquid moving in the vial. She held down Logan’s thrashing arm and inserted the needle, pushing the liquid into his blood. Almost immediately the drug took effect. Any fight remaining in his limbs disappeared, his head collapsing against the back of the board. His vision turned slightly hazy, enough that he could still see, but details were blurred out. The Dragon Witch looked him over, before nodding approvingly.

"Now, we're all set to begin. You'll be unable to fight, but will be awake for the whole experience. After all, what use is a test subject if I can't gouge any reactions?"

Heart racing but unable to move, Logan watched as the Dragon Witch picked up another vial, a dark blue, nearly black liquid sloshing inside. She caught him looking and laughed madly.

"There are plenty more of these, don't worry. I couldn't get all the features in one dose, now could I?"

And before Logan could process what she meant, the liquid was injected.

-

Blinding, hot pain travelled all throughout his body. Distantly, he could hear screaming, before realizing it was his own voice making the noise. Eyes watering until he was unable to see, back arching with spasms, fists clenched with tension. Vial after vial of the strange serum had been injected into his bloodstream, but the constant stinging in his arm had finally stopped. Slowly, the pain and spasms stopped, letting Logan rest upon the backboard, taking slow, deep breaths.

Only for the pain to go shooting up his spine again, and for him to gasp in shock. He had never felt anything like this before. Cracking noises filled the air, mixed with the hollowed laughter of the Dragon Witch, as Logan felt his shoulder blades being split. More cracks, as something wet, presumably bloody, and slimy moved across his back and settled on his sides. The skin of his knuckles broke, something sharp protruding from them that Logan couldn’t see from his watering eyes. He could feel blood running down his arms, and tears slipping down his cheeks.

Finally, it stopped. His body had gone dumb, and Logan felt relief, knowing the torture was over, before being blinded with terror. What had been done to him? What would happen next? What would the Dragon Witch do to him? There's no way he could escape now.

In his blind panic, he hadn't noticed the Dragon Witch leave the room. She came back in, trailed by a hybrid scientist rolling a large mirror. It was set in front of him, as the Dragon Witch showed her evil grin.

"Like what you see? I must say, I do a very good job."

Logan didn't respond, focusing entirely on the…creature…staring back at him. A part of his brain knew that he was looking at his reflection, but an even bigger part of his brain refused to accept it. There was no way that this, this abomination, could be him. He was a man of science and logic, this simply didn't happen.

At his silence, the Dragon Witch rolled her eyes and left, snapping at two of her earlier creations to keep watch of him. As the door slammed shut, it shook Logan from his staring contest with his reflection. He peered at the mirror again, properly looking at what had been done to him.

The first thing he noticed was his eye. The right one had been changed, instead of his normal, brown, iris, it had changed, his eye becoming rounder and darker. He noticed he could sew far better out of that eye, noticing small details he would normally miss even with his glasses.

Looking down at himself, he saw what the pain in his knuckles had been. Sharp talons stuck out, blood steadily running down his hand. After rotating his wrist and hand a few times, he discovered they were retractable, which was a relief.

His eyes travelled down his reflection, before stopping at the most drastic change. Two large, black, feathered raven wings were attached to his shoulder blades, coated in dried blood and other liquids. They had a considerable wingspan, and Logan figured if they were to be cared for correctly, they could be quite the sight. That didn't make it any more shocking to see. No matter what he did, the wings stayed put, they were not retractable like the talons.

The Dragon Witch had turned him into something like her. Like Virgil. Like those scientists who had once been innocent people like him, taken and used for these experiments, then forced to help her do them to other people. And, since he had heard from Patton what Virgil had told the agency, there was no way to reverse these. They were permanent.

As he tried to wrap his mind around the concept of having wings and talons for the rest of his life, the two scientists left to supervise him stepped forward and undid the straps holding him in place. Logan's legs buckled, numb from being held down for so long. The two caught him, grabbed him by the arms and began dragging him out of the room, the tips of his new wings trailing on the floor. Still sensitive, he winced, trying to regain his footing, but the scientists wouldn't allow him.

They stopped abruptly, Logan all but collapsing on the floor. Before he could have a moment to breathe, he was shoved into a small space that he couldn't quite make out. As he grunted from the floor, he heard the loud slam of the door behind him. Dazed for a moment, he got back on his feet as quickly as possible, eyes darting wildly. He was in a cell, again. Nearly identical to the one he had been stuck in before his transformation, the thick, concrete walls, scratches on the floor and anywhere else the previous prisoner could reach, the same barred door. There was the addition of spider webs occupying the corners, thick, beautiful thread making intricate patterns.

Logan stood in the middle of his cell, utterly lost. What was he supposed to do now? For all he knew, there was no one else around him, and he had been left isolated until he went mad from the solitude, where he would then be disposed of and would never be heard from again. What about Roman, Patton, or all the others at the agency? They would never know what happened to him-

Cutting off his racing mind, a shaky voice called from beyond his cell, presumably from next door.

"Virgil?"

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hey <3 could you do a tony stark x daughter reader and avengers x reader headcanon where reader is slightly more than friends with peter parker?? thanks :)

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Unlike your father, you didn’t use technology as a basis for your superhero-ing

Instead, you had powers!

It happened one day when Bruce and Tony were experimenting on some alien thing the team had found on one of their missions

You had not noticed the sign that told everyone to keep out, and wandered into the lab one day in search of your father

One thing led to another and you came into contact with the alien substance

When Peter, your best friend, found you unconscious, he freaked out

After failing to wake you, he immediately swooped you up and took you to the medbay, nearly knocking a million things over on his journey

He was barley able to get out a coherent sentence to Bruce with his worry

Thankfully, despite also worrying, the super smart Doctor Banner pieced it together

He told Peter to wait outside, alerted the team to come to the medbay, and went inside to assess you

Peter could feel the worry radiating from the team a mile away

They all stomped inside and Tony, upon seeing Peter sitting alone and his daughter no where in sight, exclaimed: “What happened?!”

“I dunno how but Y/N got . . . She got hurt from that alien thing in the lab,” he said

Steve went over to comfort Peter and Tony paled, consumed with worry and anger and blaming himself for what had happened

One by one, each Avenger sat down. No one said anything, each too upset about the girl they considered a little sister

After what felt like eons, Bruce emerged, tired.

Everyone sat up and no one said anything, just waited for Bruce to speak

“I’m still investigating on what exactly the alien substance did to her, but she’s stable. Unconscious, but stable. I’m thinking we call Carol to see if she knows anything about the substance — like we had been planning,” Bruce informed them.

Nat volunteered to call Carol while Tony was the first to visit you. Seeing you unconscious and hooked up to an IV broke his heart. He sat next to you for who knows how long, wishing you’d be okay.

Next, Peter went in. He almost started crying but wanted to be strong for you for with you woke up. He was paratactically glued to the chair and talked about anything and everything. In the midst of that, he realized he had a crush on you.

Then, the team as a whole came in. They each took turns saying something. Steve promised to cook your favorite meal for you when you woke up and Sam attempted a joke.

Meanwhile, Carol had never flew faster than when she did when she heard about you. Literally got there breathless from flying in space.

She was able to identify the alien substance though, and it turned out that it was used to give people powers.

So Bruce’s next mission was figuring out your powers

Tony just about flipped his shit when he learned that you had POWERS

A couple hours later you woke up and everyone was very protective. They did just about everything for you and insisted you stay in bed and let them bring everything to you.

The next day, Bruce had to take a lot of blood from you to run tests, and that left you quite woozy.

Peter was there to take care of you :)

He found the nonsense you said SO ADORABLE

Had a big smile the entire time

And then

AND THENNNN

You told him you liked him

His eyes went wide

And he dismissed it as you being not yourself and saying silly things

But on the inside he was very giddy

When you were back to normal, he asked about it, but in a very kind way. He made sure you knew it would be fine if you didn’t have feelings for him

You were shocked, not remembering saying that, but admitted it was true

He was so excited.

He jumped forward to hug you

Then Tony walked in

Tony: 🧐 Peter: 😳

You played it off as you had just woken up and he was excited

And then it set in to Tony that you were awake

He, too, got very excited

Powers are up to you :)

A couple days later when you got cleared, you asked your dad if you could become an Avenger

After talking with the team he agreed, but you had to train with Natasha first

After a longggggg time, you finally went on your first Avengers mission!

You got so excited when you were able to finish it successfully that you ran up to Peter and kissed him

And that’s how everyone found out that the two of you had been dating for the past couple months

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