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catscidr · 2 months

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i was thinking about dottore when i woke up again (shocker) nd then thought about what his shaving habits would be like. dont ask how my brain works cw: crack if you rly think about it. also mentions of dead ppl and some blood but it’s nothing major i promise this is just silly

dottore’s facial hair doesn’t grow back that fast because of how often he’s had chemical substances explode in his face. not that his entire face has chemical burns on it (he does have scars, they’re just more in the upper area of his face), but with how long he’s been working with chemicals, accidentally creating explosives was bound to happen.

it all worked out well for him though, because he did not want to rock any kind of facial hair and look like a messy, mad scientist (even if that’s… technically what he was)– he prefers to be clean shaven (i mean have you seen those crisp sideburns on his in-game model?)

and of course, because he’s a doctor, he has steady hands.

…which leads to him occasionally shaving his face with a medical-grade scalpel. his logic, the first time he attempted it, was that scalpels are just straight razors meant for cutting people open– and if he used it to shave his face, it would just become a fancier (and bloodier) straight razor.

(he could probably cut a man open with a straight razor too, anyways. so really– what’s the difference?)

since this man is always so busy he doesn’t have time to leave the lab to go shave and take care of that kind of stuff– and he didn’t really want to, either. his time is precious and deadlines can’t wait.

and since he’s so familiar with the dips and curves of his face (he’s made countless clones of himself, after all) he can simply sit at his desk, toss his mask off of his face, grab the scalpel he’d use for non lethal purposes this time, and look off in the distance to focus on the space between the tips of his fingers prodding at his face, the blade, and his skin to shave off his stubble without nicking himself.

it’s probably the only time you would be able to catch him off guard (if you’re even able to step into his office in the first place), but you would, most likely, be the one caught off guard instead.

what are you even supposed to do when you step into his office and see The Doctor himself with a straight, dead expression, head tilted up with a rusty scalpel to the underside of his jaw? scream, probably.

and the scream you scrumpt was enough to make him jolt from surprise. fortunately for him he didn’t cut his head off, but unfortunately for you, you had made him nick his face.

just a smidge.

a tiny dot of blood trickled down the lower part of his left cheek, curving down his jaw. you’re both staring at each other- while you had a multitude of questions begging to be spoken out to get answers (because what the fuck was he doing), his own mind is eerily quiet. all he does is… stare at you.

funnily enough, you felt miles more intimidated being stared down by a considerably more casual dottore; his face unmasked, expressionless red eyes boring holes into your face, patchy stubble on his face (from him not having finished shaving), and gloveless hands frozen in the air- one holding the scalpel, the other in the same position as before but now stunted below his jaw.

(one particular observation that bubbled up to the forefront of your mind was, stupidly enough, “so minty blue really is his natural hair color?”)

he kicks you out of his office with a flat glare and a wave of his free hand so he can finish his job.

#୧ ‧₊˚rambling!#wrote this on my phone before i got ready because Of Course i would #also disclaimer i love dottore with facial hair too i just thought this would be. funny #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin x you #dottore x you #genshin impact drabbles #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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Just thinking about reader getting hurt while out doing commissions or something and Dottore absolutely seething silently... Reader is just out gathering materials, nothing unusual. Until some random fatuus come along. Now I like to imagine Dottore tries to keep their relationship somewhat secret? For they're safety and simply for privacy, so most people don't know that they're Dottore's lover. Now, they didn't exactly expect some random agents to come up to them, and especially ones that don't seem so friendly... (I mean, maybe standing around in the cold all day doing nothing gets you rather bored and tempermental...) They probably try to talk it out politely, but the agents simply don't give up, either out of boredom to annoy someone or they accuse you for sneaking around (Since they look like a normal citizen.) Of course, being Dottore's lover, they're by no means weak. But one of the agent's still manages to land a good hit on them with an electro delusion, and they're on the ground before they know it (I doubt being struck by lightning is very nice...) Thankfully the other agent's saw the commotion by the camp and came over, fatui agent's don't typically beat up their own citizens without good reason... Fastforward and they're being held in a medical ward. One of Dottore's subordinates recognizes them and immediately informs him. (To which he is seething. The scalpel that was in his hand was bent backwards from how hard he was gripping it.) Everyone can only clear the path for the harbinger as his footsteps echo through the halls. He insists on taking care of they're wounds, and despite all the atrocities he's ever committed with his hands, those hands are so gentle on them... He will find out who hurt them, no matter if they want to tell him or not. And this doesn't apply to just being physically harmed. Someone made them cry? He'll strangle whoever did that and make it hurt. (All while the clones comfort you of course! <3) And I also think in the akademiya he was the same, but his anger wasn't really as quiet... He would chastise you whenever you got clumsy in a fight and end up injured, scolding you and insulting you while patching you up (He is horribly worried about you getting fatally injured, he just has no idea how to express it without being mean) Some so called scholar won't leave you alone about extorting you to do their work? He'll dig up dirt on them and ruin their lives. (He will deny having anything to do with it.) (This is so long... I really didn't mean to, but I'm really bad at getting my thoughts out in a short manner. I hope at least some of it is coherent, your Dottore works always makes me bounce off the walls <3)

ADWUIDEUD OEEDN ITNDDD WHTAT THI IS MAKING ME BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS TOO??? I don't even know what to add, it's already so good 😫

Unlike Dottore, you can't stay cooped up in a lab all day, you like to get some fresh air (even if you're getting hit by some angry snowflakes) while running some errands for him so the clones don't have to bother doing them. Most people just thought of you as his average assistant, which was good considering Dottore doesn't have the time or patience to deal with the gossiping or rumors regarding him and especially not you (also definitely not the other Harbingers...)

Unfortunately, that has a drawback, which is the fact that some Fatui liked to mess with you since they thought you were a mere easily replaceable assistant. You've dealt with some in the past and sent them on their way, not telling Dottore because you wouldn't want to waste his time with unimportant things like this. This time, however, you weren't so lucky... fighting in such a snowy and slippery landscape was not your expertise... and you ended up with a rather nasty wound. You've gone through worst, but it still hurt, you know?

When Dottore is interrupted from his research, he's initially upset but as soon as the words fly out of the agent's mouth in a hurried and terrified manner (because everyone is scared to even be in his presence much less report to him) it appears like all of that annoyed energy is gone as he asks the agent to repeat himself. And it feels like the room has dropped in temperature, the Doctor's face expressionless as he easily snaps the scalpel, the clanging of it to the floor making the agent's face pale. Dottore doesn't even waste time killing the agent as he simply leaves to go to you. (That subordinate is crying himself to sleep later 😭)

Literally all noise in the camp stops as soon as the 2nd Harbinger comes, he takes one look at you and just takes you out of there (his lab is far more equipped than this pitiful place) It's been a long time since Zandik tended to your wounds, you usually never get hurt since you're quite careful or you always have a clone, so it's a bit nostalgic and heartwarming to feel his hands being so tender... cleaning and applying a salve... wrapping it carefully himself, etc 🥺 He won't press you for answers, because he'll find out he did it really quickly anyway and kill them with no remorse or emotion (he's such a silly!)

UGHHHH AKADEMIYA DOTTORE MY FAV <3 100% correct nonnie 🤭 His lecturing and scolding you hurt you MORE than the wound 😭probably 😭 He would go on and on about wtf were you thinking, you shouldn't have done that, you need to be more careful. Only this is how he expresses his worry since he doesn't know how to cope with caring about someone this much so he just resorts to mean words in hopes you can somehow translate "do you want to die, fool? how can you jump in there like an idiot?" to "you scared me and i don't want you to do that again, i don't like seeing you hurt"

Zandik is a good liar... until the topic of ruining someone's life comes up! You just know he had something to do with it. But... the idea of him sacrificing sleep to make the life of your harasser miserable, instead of using the time to do research, that's how you know you've got him 🤭💖

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #i am absolutely so in love w the idea of dottore going even more batshit crazy when his partner is hurt #bro would literally not let ANYTHING slide #even if someone merely looked at you in the wrong way or distastefully ur done. wiped from existence.

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gummiworm-writes · 9 months

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haerysays hospital records

pt. 2 of eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: sumeru archon quest spoilers, chronic illness (eleazar), violence, implied human experimentation, various other dottore things :P

a/n: i was excited to write this, i love love love dottore so much

word count: 1,596

"your talents are too valuable to be wasted in a place like this," a strange voice echoed throughout the now empty hospital. zandik didn't hear him approach, but he could tell that the man was right behind him

zandik's head snapped up as he grabbed the nearest scalpel, pointing it at the man's throat. anyone who would've seen him would've thought he was insane. his messy hair, the bags under his eyes, his bloodied clothing...

not to mention the look in his eyes when the man got too close to you.

it was deranged.

"who the fuck are you?!" zandik spat, pressing the scalpel into the man's neck. a small drop of blood trickled down his neck.

his blood was black.

"...what the fuck are you?" zandik asked, a little more quietly this time, studying the man's clothes, his face, his eyes...

he had khaenri'ahn eyes.

"i am the solution to all of your problems."

the trip to snezhnaya was long and boring, most of it spent on a boat. the man, pierro, zandik now knew, was the director of the fatui harbingers. and, apparently, after finding out about zandik's...exploits, he sought him out to recruit him.

but zandik could care less.

all he cared about was you. you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. getting you back was his top priority.

so, when pierro mentioned to him that the fatui had the most advanced research centers and labs in all of teyvat...

well, who was he to decline such an offer?

"so you want me to become an agent for the fatui?" zandik asked, intrigued. he sat at a table by your bedside. "i can become one of your debt collectors if that means that my ___ will be safe."

"agent?" pierro laughed, coming to sit in a nearby chair. "no, no...why would i, the director, come all the way to sumeru from snezhnaya just to recruit a simple agent? no...what you are going to be is something much, much more important."

zandik grabbed your hand out of reflex, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"we have quite the large lab...and it's been vacant for a long, long time. we were hoping that, perhaps...we could put a doctor in there," pierro said with a smile.

zandik couldn't help but laugh at the irony. he, who was performing illegal surgeries, who was expelled from the akademiya and their medical department, a doctor.

it was truly laughable.

"we've seen your work. it's admirable. we could provide you with all of the equipment and specimens that you could ever wish for, not to mention all of the necessary licenses and permits...we can help you save him. all you have to do is say yes."

zandik paused for a moment, pretending to think it through. he grabbed your hand once more, before looking up at pierro with a sharp-toothed grin. he knew the answer as soon as he asked.

"it seems we have a deal, lord pierro," zandik said, extending his hand.

pierro took it, shaking his hand.

"welcome to the fatui, il dottore. i look forward to working with you."

it's astounding how quickly four hundred years pass when you've achieved immortality, zandik found. however, it's also astounding how slowly it passes when the one person you love is gone, stuck in time, comatose in a cryo chamber.

he would keep you here until he had found a definitive cure for your eleazar. he wasn't going to let you go. not ever.

his lab, haerysays, was full of teyvat's best and brightest. and yet, a cure for eleazar was never found, despite their efforts.

zandik didn't understand. he had mastered so much. he'd cheated death, developed the first successful human clones, created a god, but you? your disease? it remained an enigma.

so, he kept you in that cryo chamber, in a secluded room in haerysays. a place where nobody could hurt you while he worked on more...realistic goals. he sent his man-made god to sumeru.

it was destroyed.

in the midst of his frustration at the failure of his project, he almost failed to notice his eleazar patients. more specifically, their full recovery.

"lord dottore, lord dottore!!!" one of his assistants shouted as they ran into his office.

zandik glared at them, making them freeze in their tracks. they dropped to the ground to kneel, and zandik groaned.

"what is it?"

"th-the eleazar patients-- they've recovered!"

the pen that zandik was holding snapped in half, ink covering his table. without a word, he stood up and left his office, leaving the assistant all alone.

your scales were gone. all of your dark eleazar scales were gone.

zandik removed you from the cryo chamber and began checking on you. vitals, physical exam, blood tests...

...your eleazar was gone.

really, truly gone.

you were saved.

he woke you up as soon as he was sure you were safe. he sat by your side, holding your hand, watching carefully.

your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.

"hello, darling," dottore said softly, his hands shaking as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.

"wh...who...are you..?" you asked weakly, a fearful expression on your face. he froze, before realizing that he was still wearing his mask. he took it off, and saw recognition fash in your eyes. "...zandik?"

"yes, yes, ___, it's me, it's zandik...you've been asleep for a long, long time, but it's okay now...it's okay, your eleazar is healed. you're okay..."

the two of you spent hours talking, with zandik catching you up on all you've missed...and how long you were out.

"...four...four hundred years?! zandik, that-- that's impossible!"

"no, no, love, it's not!" zandik's smile was crazed. "we have a cryo chamber here, powered by the excess energy from the tsaritsa herself!! isn't that just fascinating? come on, you're a fellow scholar, you should be amazed, not fearful! we've conquered death!"

"zandik, that's a cardinal sin of the akademiya--"

"the akademiya abandoned me, ___. they abandoned you. when you were sick and dying, they tossed you aside. why should we adhere to their rules if they decided we were subhuman garbage? we're better than them, ___. what they consider 'sins' should mean nothing to us."

"...they...they did throw us out, didn't they," you said quietly.

"when you came down with eleazar, they made you stop attending classes. they didn't call it expulsion, but that's what it was and you know it. but here...these people won't throw us out. they'll give us the respect we deserve."

you paused, thinking about it. zandik saw the apprehension in your eyes, and knew what he could say to push you over the edge.

"they'll treat us like gods."

your eyes lit up with excitement. the two of you had always been treated like outsiders. zandik for his... unusual experiments, and you for your eleazar. so being worshipped...it was a dream come true.

"this is my lab, haerysays. it's the largest, most advanced research center in all of teyvat. but we won't be spending much time here... we'll be headed to my estate, where you and i will be staying."

your eyes lit up.

"you mean you have a mansion?" you asked, amazed.

"of course, love," zandik chuckled. "i'm a harbinger."

zandik led you to a carriage, which carried the two of you across snezhnaya to his estate. the entire time, the two of you spoke. you would ask questions, and he would answer them. when you ran out of questions, you'd tell him stories from when you were a child (whether he'd already known them or not).

his home was a gothic, castle-like mansion. it was large, made of dark bricks that contrasted against the snowy landscape. the lights coming from inside were warm and yellow, though you could make out a few rooms with blue or even red light. one of the walls was covered in beautiful ivy, and he somehow managed to make the flowers in the garden grow even in the harshness of winter. you even saw a few bird-like gargoyles on the walls.

zandik noticed you admiring the flowers, and he chuckled.

"do you like the gardens? they're some of phi's best work," he said proudly.

"phi?"

"one of my segments," he said softly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i'm sure you'll get acquainted with him and the others soon enough."

"how many segments do you have?"

"twenty four, but only twelve of them have full personalities. the others are just husks. i'll develop them further later."

"twenty four," you said softly, a light blush blooming on your cheeks. you paused for a moment, deep in thought. "hm...seems that i'll have to make enough room in my heart for twenty five zandiks then, hm?"

you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and saw his face turn bright red.

"oh, no, no, no...that won't do," he chuckled, pulling you into his lap. "there's only one zandik...don't forget that, okay?"

he kissed you softly, running his fingers through your hair. once he pulled away, he sighed quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"...i missed you," he mumbles. "and...i...i'm glad you're here."

you smile. and, though he can't see it, the feeling of it makes his heart flutter. you always knew what he meant, even if he didn't actually say it.

"i love you, too, zandik."

a/n: i don't know if this was good but i had fun so that's all that matters!!!!!

#dottore x male reader #dottore x reader #dottore #il dottore #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Interested to know what Dottore would fuck instead of his darling

tw - dead dove do not eat, disturbing themes, medical malpractice, dehumanization, and unethical treatment of organs.

dottore would fuck your heart.

and your lungs, and your liver, and softened ridges of your large intestine. you aren't harmed in the process, obviously. all his materials are gathered from clones, brought into the world as little more than cold bodies (because, as much as he'd love to see your doppelgangers writhing under his scalpel, the screaming tends to attract attention he'd rather not have on his little passion projects) and swiftly diced up for parts. his collection is broad, but he's particularly fond of the way your disembodied eyes feel as he rolls them over his tongue, how soft the tissues of your heart feel as he pumps the deflated organ against his shaft. occasionally, he'll indulge his scientific curiosity, see how many rounds it takes to leave your preserved stomach overflowing with his cum, compare the texture of your kidney against his cock to the pad of your tongue, but he usually tries to be more sentimental, to think of this as a gift, albeit one you didn't know you were giving him.

he knows he'll never be able to feel your heart beating against your teeth, to breathe in the scent of fresh, warm blood as your digestive system pulsates around him. this is his way of keeping you safe, of making sure he doesn't grow so pent-up and so frustrated that he ends up strapping you to a vivisection table and attempting to leave a gift of his own in the gaps of your rib cage.

he only wishes he could know what it would be like to be so close to a genuine piece of you, one day.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere dottore #dottore x reader

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sunshinies · 8 months

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maybe dottore (genshin) inspired names/titles? :0

Hi, sure!

💉 Dottore name suggestions:

dexter , draven , caine , ezekiel , luciano , lucius , luther , magnus , malachi , malice , narcissus , nihilus , nocturne , soren , stygian , victorio , vindictus , vittorino , zephyrus

🩻 Dottore title suggestions:

the harbinger of enmity , the malevolent medic , his twisted trials , the scholar in exile , his vicious valor , he who wields the scalpel , his ominous experimentation , his calculated cruelty , his banished brilliance , the sinister surgeon , he who hides behind the mask , clone [#number] , he who has split his being , he who is many

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justgrey · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG!! Okay so, I had this idea. Imagine Medic with a daughter (or child if you'd like to keep in gender neutral) except this kid is a clone of him! I think she'd be in her mid to late teens during their time in Mann Co, so how do you think Medic would be with a cloned version of himself as a kid? TYSM!!!

I'm gonna keep this gender neutral, I like keeping things as inclusive as possible when it comes to things like the gender of the reader because I know what it feels like to find a good fic and then get a little down because the description of the reader isn't you, it's somebody else lol.

Also I'm playing around with formatting so if things look different it's cause I'm experimenting 😋

Medic & Teen Reader that is his little clone - Headcannons (Platonic)

Warning : Mentions of human experimentation

At first, he has no damn clue what to do with this kid he created by cloning himself.

To be honest, he had no idea that his kooky experiment would actually work that well. He didn't think you'd make it to 3-years-old, let alone your mid teenage years.

Whatever, either way you'd have a scalpel in your hands by age 6. He's not mentally sound enough to raise a child but he's going to try his best and you love him for it.

During yours and Medic's time at Mann Co, everything got like, a lot weirder. I mean, hanging around a group of crazy dudes all trying to make a living isn't normal, and that's without even looking Merasmus' way 💀

Medic would encourage you to watch him experiment on his teammates and would point things out like organs or other specific parts of the body, and he'd quiz you about it later, wanting to see if you'll be able to keep up with him when you inevitably become a medic yourself (He hopes)

Yeah, unlike most of the mercs, Medic would want you to go down his path, the path of, "Medicinal study," whether it's more on the illegal side or the legal one. He'd keep teaching you even if you told him you weren't interested.

I don't know, he just strikes me as the kind of dad that wants his kid to follow loosely in his footsteps.

Heavy would most likely refer to you as, "Little doctor," or something along those lines because he sees you the most out of all of the mercs as he probably visits Medic more than the others.

Being Medic's kid at this time would also mean that you are required to attend Pyro's tea parties. I don't care what anybody says, you are obligated to attend and be their buddy.

Medic tries to keep you out of Pyro's sight but it's too late, Pyro has already declared you as their new best friend and will menacingly glare at Medic until he let's you play hide and seek with them.

Being his kid and clone would also probably mean that Archimedes and the other doves probably go to you for comfort and love because you remind them so much of Medic.

Medic would treat you almost like an experiment for the first few years until he develops an attachment and fatherly love for you, his dearest creation.

He's never really felt an attachment like that so he'd definitely study that too. You're one big experiment that he grows to love spending time with and adore. He is so proud of how far you've come, he might even start showing you off to the other mercs, bragging about how cool his kid is.

#tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader #team fortress two x reader #tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #medic

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glimmeringtwilight · 2 years

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Imagine Dottore breaking his s/o to the point they see his demented shit as genuine acts of love

YES. This is the IDEAL for Dottore. If you're not looking forward to waking up on the exam table; if you don't want to do the same to him, then he's doing something wrong.

Ok I'm gonna put this below a cut because this turned nsfw fjfjfkskdk

CW: knifeplay, drugging, addiction mentions, body horror, referenced torture/conditioning, yandere themes, abusive relationship, NSFW (no explicit sex but it's Discussed), mindbreak.

It is a bit of a double-edged sword. You come to associate his more... unsavory actions, with love. So, while him treating you gently is nice and all, it's not the same. If he's not carving himself into you, if he's not cutting you open to watch your heart beat for him, you feel... neglected.

But once you stop giving him reasons to bring you to his operating table, he does it much less. Dottore might enjoy pulling you apart, unwrapping you like an exquisite gift, but he knows where to draw the line.

He can't do it every day, no matter how you might complain. Your incisions have to heal, your stitches have to be removed, your dressing has to be changed, etc. He'll indulge you, sometimes. Give you a sedative that he's sure you've developed a... dependency to, if you beg prettily enough.

Or, he'll tie you up, leave shallow cuts along your back with a scalpel so you're reminded of who owns you. Knifeplay and aphrodisiacs make a frequent appearance during intimacy with him once you're broken-in enough to enjoy it... Once it stops seeming like so much of a punishment to you.

Dottore seems like the type to be really bored with vanilla sex too, so admittedly, if you develop some weird kinks as a result of his conditioning, it's all the better. Honestly, nothing is off the table. You want to be on top? Sure, as long as you behave. You like biting? Sure. Branding? Absolutely. Medical play? Marry him.

He's definitely the type to put yours and his combined cum in a vial to study later. Some nights, it's just yours he wants to study. Some nights, he'll keep going until you've given him a complete sample.

But my absolute unhinged thirst for Dottore aside, he just wants you to want the things he does to you; to see things the way he sees them. Mutual obsession. It's not enough for you to love him, you have to obsess over him just as he does you.

Of course, he wants you to still be mostly the same as you were when you caught his eye. If you're completely broken, left as a hollow shell of your former self, then he'll try to fix you, instead.

Maybe he'll even feel guilty. He doesn't just want a corpse to fuck, he wants you. And if he just wanted to be on the receiving end of obsession, he'd fuck one of his clones. No. He wants it from you, and it's not the same when your eyes are so lightless, so hollow.

But it's okay. Just take this, swallow it all, good pet... It's a shame you'll forget all of the bonding time you spent together, but he needs to do this. He needs a clean slate, so that he can break you down and build you back up the right way. Maybe you just need a gentler hand... He can do gentle. Really, he can.

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starkkawajiri · 4 months

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FATUI MAGIC USERS AU TIME got some doodles done, guess whooo

in loving memory of supreme strange's good writing, i am starting with fatui harbinger strange (totally didnt sketch wanda and mordo before i found out about the catastrophe) ((they're next))

- The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Il Dottore / The Doctor

(og dottore for reference)

i love crazyasses!!! alr so clearly not colored but imagine it is, + un-altered outfit (since the one harbinger strange has is a bit different)

super! okay class question nr 1 was the artist attracted to men

alright now to talk about this freak of nature, things i kept from Il Dottore's backstory

(will refer to him as Stephen to differentiate between this AU and the regular Marvel Impact AU where his name is Sufian)

zoinks warning for some crazy shit, mentions of malpractice and totally legal ways of treating patients

☆ this dude wants to create a god and to elevate humans to the level of gods, and the people around him have given him constructive criticism on his ways and research, such as "thats not normal", "please cut it out", and "get that scalpel away from me"

☆ if there are clear lines that cannot be crossed as a researcher and doctor, Stephen does not see them! He has used gods' remains as treatment and he would do it again ((take his medical license away))

☆ harbinger strange is at least 400 years old; he IS human but he created segments or "clones" of himself like any normal person would to surpass the limits of his lifespan (which he later killed for two cool magical rocks, might've as well not made them🙄)

despite everything, he's far more tame and sane than Zandik/OG Dottore in this AU, just a little bit more of a jerk that, instead of starting off with negotiating with Lesser Lord Kusanali, went straight to throwing heretic hands with the traveler

small side note

- Loki takes the place of The Balladeer/Scaramouche, he's a puppet which means -> very bad if there's someone out there that wants to create a god. i dont need to say more, you can imagine how thats going

the more normal people are next, if u have any questions about this weirdo pls hand them over, i love questions

#strange and dottore had a few things in common from the start #like rich boyfriends #i need to start using pose references when i draw im barely surviving #dr strange #marvel #marvel au #fatui au

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thestarwarslesbian · 10 months

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The Guard aren’t alright (1)

Fox, Bursts into Medbay: what the kriff happened to you?!

Scar, with new bandages on his arms: I got bitten by something in the lower levels.

Fox: Scalpel, Report.

Scalpel: The scars would be easily treatable. If we had baca. So, Scar is adding to his collection.

Fox: How many Vod lost?

Scar: Out of the 3 of that went 2 dead, 1 survivor. That’s Scar.

Fox, siting at Scars bedside: I wish you would be more careful, Vod’ika. Scar, taking Fox’s hand: I’ll try, Ori’vod. I’ll try.

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Inspired by @vodika-vibes and their (in)correct quotes of Coruscant is actually Hell.

#star wars incorrect quotes #inncorrect quotes #commander fox #oc: scar #oc: scalpel #sergeant scar #clone medic scalpel #the coruscant guard #the coruscant guard are not alright #scar incorrect quotes #scalpel incorrect quotes

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Madness in two parts

This is a two part idea, feel free to take one or both. As always please let me know if this has sparked your creative juices. Some of this may be a touch sad, a touch bleak. It is Star Wars after all, and this serves as both a fix-it and not. It does ignore both the Bad Batch and the rumors of Cody on Tatooine. Also, though it can be read as Gen, I do see it as light CodyWan

Part the first starts on the Death Star, in the moment that Darth Vader strikes Obi Wan Kenobi down. At the moment Obi Wan vanishes, a few dozen storm troopers abruptly change targets. Without so much as a twitch to indicate the change in priority, these troopers begin to take out the rest of the storm troopers with an impressive speed and accuracy. They even hit Darth Vader, knocking him to the floor. All this to the astonished gazes of Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Chewbacca. Soon the troopers were the only imperials standing.

They each remove their helmets to reveal nighon identical faces. One of the troopers, with a prominent scar curling around his eye and a blaster in hand, steps up to Darth Vader who is still flat on his back.

This man looks down at one of the most feared men in the galaxy and says “To paraphrase my General, hello there you miserable bastard” and shoots Darth Vader in the face, killing him (No Anakin redemption for this part, sorry).

Then this man looks up at the other troopers still standing and says, “Take the bridge and the comm center first. Stun any brother that fights us. Kill any nat born that resists.”

And frankly it should have been ridiculous, a few dozen troopers against the hundreds if not thousands on the space station. However these clones were freshly freed and very very angry. The imperials never stood a chance.

Three of the troopers gently corralled the escapees (who are decidedly not resisting, these are not the same stormtroopers that couldn’t hit the ground using gravity) towards the trooper with the curled scar, commenting that they would finish their general’s final mission.

Another picks up the discarded cloak and lightsaber with a reverence bordering on worship. He hands it over to the trooper with the scar.

The scarred trooper introduces himself as Cody, still clutching Obi Wan’s robes and lightsaber close. He says that in his last moments, Obi Wan had struck out wildly with the Force to free the clones around him, the remnants of the 212th (Vader had made sure to keep the 212th close, hoping to use them if he ever found Obi Wan and it was exactly as awful as you are picturing). In that brief touch of mind to mind Cody was able to glean his general’s last mission, to protect Luke Skywalker and rescue Leia Organa.

As soon as they took control of the Death Star, Cody turned that control over to Leia and the Rebel Alliance. Wooley is the one who gets to shoot and kill Tarkin (I don’t actually know why but it felt right). Cody starts the medics on dechipping the other chipped clones. It takes time but he convinces Leia that this is not a trick and she should comm the leaders of the Rebel Alliance.

Just after the comm connects, Boil (also among those freed by Obi Wan) begins to bleed out of his eyes, nose, and ears then drops. Confusion and concern rise from the Rebel Alliance, and the defectors from the Imperials. The freed but chipped clones are not confused. They knew it was coming.

Cody explains, quiet and gentle in a way he had not been allowed to be in almost two decades, that his general’s last attempt to give them freedom was a wild thing. Uncontrolled and imprecise. Akin to hitting the chip with a large hammer instead of cutting it out with a scalpel. It broke it but also did untold damage to their brains. The only freedom he could give them was a few hours of freedom before death.

They arrange for a rendezvous with several of the Rebel Alliance Cells to full take control of the space station, they may have locked up or killed anyone who did not want to defect but the longer they went the more chance that enough of the 212th remnants would die that the DS would be put back under Imperial control. One by one the clones freed by Obi Wan drop, bleeding but going into death with a smile because they died free.

Cody lasted the longest, long enough that Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor arrived. Just long enough to collapse into Rex’s arms. Rex pleads for him to hold on but Cody looks at him with a bloody smile and says ‘I need to follow my general. I want to follow my general. Who knows what trouble he has already gotten into.’

And dies smiling, dies free.

That leads up to part the second.

Cody opens his eyes to see he was back on the bridge of the Negotiator. He is surrounded by clones but no nat borns, they are above Coruscant. He does not yet know it but it is the middle of the Naboo crisis, just as Qui Gon Jinn is telling the High Council that he would take Anakin on a Padawan. Nor do they know yet that the entirety of the 212th was aboard and that none of them were chipped any longer; to a man they physically match Obi Wan’s age in this time and the Force has gone as far as to fix the accelerated aging.

The comm officer reports that Coruscant’s communications office is asking them to identify themselves. The sudden appearance of a futuristic (being from 10 years into the future), and heavily armed, ship makes people very nervous.

Cody is put on the line and when asked to identify himself responds with “Commander Cody of the 212th battalion serving under Jedi High General Obi Wan Kenobi.” He may not know where or when he is, but he wants it clear from the get go that he holds no allegiance to the Empire (in fact he holds little allegiance to the Republic either), he would rather be shot down than be mistaken for an Imperial ever again.

The being on the other end goes, very quietly to themself, ‘that is a lot to unpack’ then clocks the that this Commander Cody said the magic word of ‘Jedi’ and not my circuses the entire thing over to the temple’s comm center (This specific part is based off a story my mom tells, she worked for a while in customer service testing the cords for the product that her company sold if they did not work. She also was unfortunately not the kind of person that would transfer someone if she could help, even if it was not her job so the sales team for her company started transferring anyone who said the word Cord to them, even if it was a question of what kind of cord the product took).

Down in the temple, in front of the High Council, this Obi Wan is decidedly from this time. A senior padawan who is on the verge of being rejected again. Before they can offer even a temporary decision on what to do with Anakin Skywalker, the High council is contacted by their comm center, stating that a battalion has appeared from nowhere claiming to be under the command of High General Obi Wan Kenobi and would like to speak with them. Also that the authorities of Coruscant are very uncomfortable with the heavily armed ship in orbit who is claiming allegiance to a Jedi, could somebody take care of that.

Everyone looks at Obi Wan, who is confused. The last time he was even a general was over a decade before on Melida/Daan. And he doubted that they would call themselves a battalion.

The High Council puts a pin in the Anakin debate, figuring this takes precedence. They formally invite Cody and entourage (Ghost Company) down to meet with them. In the time it takes to arrange things the clones are able to confirm that the ones going to the surface do not have chips.

The clones have not quite realized that they are back in time.

They do realize something is up when Ghost company is escorted into the council chamber and realize that not only are all the high generals there (even ones they know for a fact are dead) but so is their very young looking general, a tall man that Cody had seen in a few of their general’s holo’s, and a small child that is clearly Anakin Skywalker (Waxer may have squealed over their internal comms at how cute the child skywalker was).

Cody rallies quickly (you cannot tell me that this man, who followed Obi Wan Kenobi around for three years, does not have a plan for surprise time travel). He gives a precise report, all military formality, of exactly who he is, who the clones are, an approximation of when he was from (timekeeping was not the chips strong suit), the war, Order 66, every fact he knows about the Empire. Then finishes with the fight between Vade and the General, the General’s death and his last actions to free what clones he could (he was reluctant to discuss the consequences, in that freeing him as Obi Wan did killed them. Cody was quick to assure the younger Obi Wan that it was one of the greatest gifts that the Jedi could have given him).

All the while all the clones are radiating adoration towards Obi Wan (I really want Obi Wan, on the verge of being rejected again, never feeling quite good enough, to be faced with a battalion of men who love him and think he is the best thing ever. As a treat.).

It takes a direct, if hesitant, order from Obi Wan to stop the 212th from storming the Senate outright.

It is decided that the clones would escort Padme, her retinue, and the Jedi back to Naboo where they would assist in breaking the blockade (read: Cody told the High Council that they would be going if they had to hijack the queen’s ship as soon as it left orbit). The clones make it exceedingly clear that they are following, and protecting Obi Wan, first and foremost, The Jedi in general second, Themselves third, and the rest of the sentients in the galaxy a distant fourth.

Little Anakin is more than a bit horrified to realize what he would have become. Various clones, who are not going to blame a 9 year old for the things he did as an adult in another life, talked to him about how he had changed over the war (becoming more reckless and less caring both clone and innocent lives in favor of completing his objectives) and they might not know why he became Vader, they suspected it was not within the 9 year old. They also told, exaggerated as only second or third hand versions of a story can be, stories about their general. In particular telling him stories of Obi Wan in his Padawan years (stories that Obi Wan had told them himself, during the war) that serve to make Anakin believe that Obi Wan is the coolest person ever (slave revolt anyone).

The clones are also really careful to make sure that Obi Wan understands that they are pleased to see him as he is now, not just for the person he could have been in a decade. This was the other reason they focused on stories that would have already happened to this Obi Wan, they did not want to give Obi Wan additional imposter syndrome regarding himself. Most of the clones spent a fair amount of time side-eyeing Qui Gon, not being outright hostile (though some were more than others; Obi Wan could be a little too honest on certain types of painkillers so a few of the medics and some parts of ghost company have heard some less than stellar stories about Master Qui Gon Jinn).

–Look I just want a few days of Obi Wan being pleasantly baffled at this large group of men who adore him and want to be around him and tell stories about how awesome he is (stories that he lived through, not just stories of his older self), particularly on the tail of the implied rejection from Qui Gon–

They reach Naboo and the Trade Federation blockade is almost laughably easy to break. Several companies from the 212th are sent to liberate the camps the Nabooians are in. Nute Gunray just straight up surrenders. Maul shows up but before he can fight anyone or lure the Jedi away, he is shot by a slug thrower carried by Cody. It is all anti-climatic.

At the precise moment that, in the original timeline, Qui Gon Jinn died, Obi Wan suddenly staggered to one side, bumping into Cody.

He peered at the commander as he straightened back up, “Cody, you’re you again”.

The Negotiator had arrived, straight from the Death Star.

The memories settled in quickly, and Obi Wan had only a brief breakdown when he remembered what Cody had said about his method of freeing the clones.

Obi Wan has details that Cody did not, like that Palpatine was the Sith (Cody knew that Palpatine was the Emperor but did not know he was Sidious, because no one actually told the chipped clones anything) but is also very unwilling to go to the Jedi temple, or even Coruscant. He outright tells Qui Gon and the Jedi High Council that if he steps foot on Coruscant he will hunt Palpatine down.

He also decides he will not be rejoining the Jedi (Though from the perspective of the Jedi he was leaving, not refraining from rejoining). They will always be his family, but twenty years virtually alone in the desert had not been enough to wipe the memories of feeling Order 66 go into effect. It could not wipe the memories of the temple in the aftermath. In fact in many ways he was less socialized than he had been and the thought of being around that many different beings was excruciating.

When the 212th, complete with their general, depart from Coruscant (having dropped off Qui Gon Jinn) they leave with Anakin Skywalker (who no longer thinks he should be a Jedi. Qui Gon objects but is reminded that they do not compel or make anyone be a Jedi, it is a choice). Obi Wan looks down at the 9 year old very seriously.

‘I cannot teach you to be a Jedi’ Obi Wan says, ‘we cannot have the bond that I had with your counterpart, because I can’t guarantee that I will always see you instead of him. And you deserve far better than to be compared with my demons. I can teach you control, and we can collect your mother. Then we can see what the future holds.’

They do find Shmi and free her, she decides that she and Anakin will travel with the 212th for a time. This turns into something more permanent as her own maternal instincts kick in immediately upon meeting this battalion of physically 25 year olds with enough trauma for 6 times that amount.

Their next stop, after picking up Shmi, is to head toward Kamino. By the time they reach it the CC’s have just been born, the first to be at double aging. The Alpha's are chronologically 6 months old and physically 18 months and the Null are chronologically 1 year, and physically 3 years old. They are even 2 years before the trainers arrive. The 212th collectively registers their complaint of their treatment in the previous timeline (they steal all the kids, Jango Fett, and genetic material; There may also have been some crude/rude phrases written in Kaminoan now decorating the halls of Tipoca city).

To be entirely honest I am not sure how much this would fix and how much it would make it worse. However I know that from here on out, everything is much much weirder. –Ok Here’s a breakdown of the timeline as I use it: Cody is listed on Wookipedia as being born in 32 BBY, the same year as the Naboo Invasion. Wookipedia also lists Jango’s recruitment in 32 BBY. The Nulls and the Alpha’s were decanted before the CC, as far as I know and I wanted them to be significantly older than the CC. So the Alpha’s and the Null’s have triple aging. The Kaminoans realized their product would age past their prime for the war, we are running with the Kaminoans are fully complicit and know when Palpatine plans to spark off the war, too quickly. So they slowed the aging to double in the CC and CT batches. So early 32 BBY Jango Fett is recruited, The nulls are decanted 4 months later, the Alpha’s 4 months after that, and the CC’s that include Cody 4 months after that (their growth tubes matured at the same rate, though their aging was different ) at the very end of 32 BBY. The Naboo Invasion occurred in mid to late 32 BBY and travel time between Naboo and Kamino, with a stop at Tatooine puts the arrival of the 212th not long after the CC’s were decanted –

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every friend group has

a bimbo: jinx

a mean bisexual: maiana

an even meaner lesbian: rabbit

she/they’s: toothpaste

he/they’s: wink

a token straight that’s on thin ice: scalpel

an astrology bitch who has everybody’s birth chart memorized: smash

and a short king: runt

#i had to do it to em #do this with your oc’s #star wars #commander rabbit #maiana ninome #clone oc #clone trooper runt #clone trooper jinx #clone trooper smash #clone trooper wink #clone medic scalpel #clone medic toothpaste

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Undead Unluck ch.180 thoughts

[You're Back! And Your Front - You're Both Here!]

(Contents: Fuuko analysis)

After over a year completely absent from the story, Andy has finally returned!!! Sort of. This one's just a clone, but it's still his consciousness, so we can't go so far as to say he's a fake or anything like that, it just means that he's not back permanently just yet. Sadly, he'll be gone before we know it, probably by the end of next chapter or the following depending on how quickly a "minute" passes

While that is the most exciting part of this week's chapter, though, I have already talked about it in a separate post, and thematically it contributes very little to the chapter as a whole, so it doesn't give me much to chew on right now

But you know who does? Fuuko. Fuuko continues to be one of the best protagonists I've ever read if for no other reason than because she is constantly growing. In fact, this chapter gives us two instances of her immense capacity for growth, one retroactive and one current

First, I want to talk about her surgical skills. Upon seeing Fuuko's proficiency with a scalpel, Rip notes that it took him ten years to get that good, to which Fuuko replies that everyone has their own set of talents - it took her 100 years to get to that level. We know that Fuuko's been kicking around this loop for 200+ years now, but aside from getting in on the ground floor of the fossil fuel economy and flirting with old martial arts masters, we don't really know how Fuuko spent most of her time. This revelation makes it clear that she wasn't just twiddling her thumbs and waiting for everything to fall into place, she was using her time to learn everything she might need to know going forward. She couldn't rely on being lucky enough that someone would know how to perform Leila's surgery aside from Rip, she had to be the one who could do it just in case. It was difficult, obviously, but that didn't matter - she had to do it, and when you have a potentially infinite lifetime, something being a "waste of time" isn't a valid excuse anymore

Compare this to when Fuuko was instructed to write a manga to get close to Anno Un in ch.37 - immediately she tried to get out of it, declaring that there was too big of a gap between reading and writing for her to be able to succeed. It didn't take a ton of convincing to change her mind, obviously, but she still needed to know that Andy was at her back and had the skills necessary to cover for her before she was willing to take even so much as the first step. This time, though, she had nobody. She had to do everything all alone, with no safety nets or guarantees, and she was able to turn those anxieties into the motivation she needed to succeed

It's also interesting that this means that she's taken the same basic path as Andy this time around: when Andy learned he was immortal, he started dabbling in various skills, such as hairdressing and manga authorship. However, whereas Andy was just aimlessly picking up skills to kill the boredom, Fuuko used her time wisely to plan out every eventuality along her 200-year path

I will say it's not exactly fair to say that it took Fuuko ten times as long as Rip to learn how to perform surgery, though - if she took 100 years, she must have started 100+ years ago. How different was medical knowledge and technology between 1800 and 1915? What tools do we have now that they couldn't have had? Society moves as fast as its tech will allow, so obviously someone working with outdated materials is going to learn that much slower, especially if she's trying to learn modern techniques

Not only has Fuuko shown her growth as an individual, though, she's also shown her growth as a leader. In accidentally triggering Unluck on Rip (with the same level of affection as she had for Andy when she first kissed him, I might add!), Fuuko summons a meteor that she knows will destroy the hospital. The last time this sort of accident happened was at the end of the Buroja Conflict in ch.153 when she inadvertently dropped Disc on Nico. At the time, she was paralyzed with guilt and fear, crying from the knowledge that she's not only killed one of her best friends, but possibly everyone who matters to her, and she can't do anything about it. What snapped her out of it was the reassurance from her friends that this was not an inescapable tragedy, but a problem to be solved by everyone working together - all she had to do was give the order

This time, Fuuko still knew that what was coming was terrible and was afraid of the outcome, but instead of wallowing in guilt, she jumped into action, figuring out the best course of action for everyone involved near instantly. Of course, she still didn't have the solution totally figured out, but she was able to create a plan on the fly because she didn't need any reminders that everyone present was strong enough to come together and save the day so long as they have strong enough leadership to unify them

But of course, Tozuka wasn't going to let Fuuko get away with simply minimizing casualities, he was always going to give her a definitive way out that would bolster her courage to the max. With Andy's return, all of Fuuko's anxieties are washed away, and the path to the goal has become clear as day - all she has to do is give the order

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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The Umbaran Pathogen - Day 12: Self-Harm

Summary: With Dogma in the brig and Appo's wounds patched, the medics (sans Kix who's accompanying Rex and Fives) are left to cut out the afflicted troopers out of their cocoons to prevent them from changing in the same way as the sergeant had.

Warning: N/A (only some mild grossness and body horror)

Twitch belongs to @gaeasun Pitch belongs to @lost-on-kamino

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[In which the events on Umbara are worsened by an unknown pathogen taking hold of both the 501st and 212th. These series of drabbles will follow a non-linear timeline based on the AI-less Whumptober prompt list for 2023.]

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"I read somewhere that cutting a caterpillar out of its cocoon kills it." Pitch pointed out as he set down the final bundled-up trooper onto a medical cot. With his brow shiny with sweat and joints beginning to complain from all of the heavy lifting and carrying, he was more than a little happy to be done with the trips to and from the medical wing of the captured Umbaran base. "That they turn into bug soup, so you're not just extracting a little critter..."

"Yes well, those are caterpillars and these are grown men afflicted with some kriffed up alien disease." Coric pointed out as he ran his scanner over one of the bundles, watching the readings with great interest and concentration. "And besides, despite being unable to identify all of the components that make up this material, the scanner shows that they're still intact in there... Not turned into clone soup."

"And we don't want them to transform like Dogma did..." Twitch added. Concern clearly written all over his face as he put a hand on one of the cocoons. Feeling the softer texture rub up against the chrysalis where a vod lay dormant. "Sorry Pitch, but I really don't see any other way around it... We need to cut them out of there before the process starts and they end up aggressive and potentially out of control..."

Pitch sighed but conceded that the two were right. If they just let the troopers remain in this state, they'd just turn into the same kind of monster as Dogma. Or, if his limited knowledge of insects (which was mostly the fault of skimming through the Medic Comm Chat after Canivete went on another infodumping spree while doped out on stims) was anything to go by, they'd end up as some other equally twisted form to fit some kind of cast system.

Eusocial insects tended to be heavily specialized, after all. The most iconic of these creatures being ants, which were widespread across the galaxy with all sorts of adaptations to different kinds of alien environments.

And Dogma's attempt to construct a nest had been indicative of whatever he'd turned into being eusocial in nature. The others would no doubt have become lesser forms of whatever they were becoming, if Dogma was the 'Queen' of sorts.

"I still don't feel comfortable doing anything before the 212th joins up with us... Cani at least is really into bugs and stuff like that. She might know something we don't, like how to extract them safely from the chrysalis..." He grumbled as he went to grab something stronger than a scalpel. The soft outer-shell of the cocoon was easy enough to pierce and remove, but the chrysalis itself was too hard to cut through with one.

"Cani would know, yes." Sponge agreed as they moved over with the electric circular bonesaw, just barely able to contain their glee at being able to use the tool. "With comms down we can't really ask for advice on the matter, however. So we do as the Jedi say..."

"Which is?" Twitch asked, somewhat intrigued.

"Do or do not, there is no try... Or some fancy shmancy philosophical banthacrap like that..." Sponge shrugged as they tore up the nearest silky cocoon and began to saw into the hardened chrysalis.

Being both firm and careful so as to not harm the vod within.

The loud whir of the electric bonesaw was never a comfort when you were in the medbay. And, even if the circumstances behind its use were not the usual grim ones, it still made Pitch's stomach plummet just hearing it in action. Amputations were his least favorite procedure and the sound of the saw was just too ingrained in his brain to not associate it with just that. Unfortunately it was the tool for the job, and Sponge was nothing if not enthusiastic about being able to wield it at any given chance.

Up until the organic casing finally gave way and spat up some kind of unidentified pink juice directly onto their front. Coating half of their face, the protective mask and chest-plate they were wearing, and the bonesaw in it...

"Ough!!!" The surprised medic cried out in a panic and immediately turned off the saw, before the soiled blade could throw the strange sticky substance everywhere. The smell of it however...

Even from a distance it was absolutely overpowering.

"Oh gods! It reeks!" Twitch squeaked in horror, immediately covering his mouth and nose while his eyes watered at the violently repulsive smell. The greenish tint his complexion gained indicative of just how horrific the stench was.

"Karking sithspit!" Coric gagged, recoiling away from both the cot and Sponge, who was in no better condition as they pulled the mask off of their face and shuddered heavily with each of their own gags and retches. "What IS that?!"

"It smells like rotten jogan fruit and trench foot!" Sponge screeched as they clumsily attempted to rip off their gloves so they could wipe at their face in a desperate bid to get what little of the stuff had landed on bare skin. "And shebs! Sweaty gangrenous shebs!!! All in one!!!"

Pitch coughed and spluttered, eyes and nose dribbling helplessly as he tried to get their own throat spasms back in control before they could have a brief reunion with their mid-meal rations. The blue-haired medic managed to just barely compose himself enough to the now-open chrysalis, before noting how its integrity had gone completely out the window and how it was now spewing the vile liquid all over the floor.

Then his eyes traveled from the deflated mess of a cocoon upwards to rest on the clone that had once been contained within all of that goop.

There, right in the middle of the ruined thing, coated in all that grossness, was Lichtenberg. Or at least he assumed so, from the familiar branched scarring that was slowly being uncovered as the pink juices dripped off his prone form and onto the flooring. Something didn't look quite right tho... And, as Pitch squinted at the freed trooper, his blood ran cold as his brain fully registered what was wrong.

"Cut the others open now..." He hissed, shaking away the nausea as he looked around for something to use.

"What?" Twitch glanced over in surprise, still trying to recover himself from the assault on his senses.

"Just do it! We don't have time!" Pitch ordered as he picked up the abandoned bonesaw and practically ran to the next cocoon, being less careful than Sponge in his own turn at hacking and slashing.

Once he made a big enough horizontal gash on the hardened casing to allow the fluid to drain, he moved onto the next cocoon. And then the next one after that. And so on and so forth...

The horrific stench was incredibly overwhelming once he was done, but he didn't have the time to care. Not when he now knew they were on a much shorter deadline to get the vode out of their organic prisons. Something which the others soon noticed, when they finally got a closer look at the stirring Lich.

"Oh no..." Pitch all but heard Twitch whisper.

To put it lightly (as much as physically possible anyway), the lightning-scarred trooper was in quite the state. His non-standard blue eyes had shifted color completely, the iris and pupil becoming the same shade of pitch-black and spreading onto the once-white sclera.

The back of his neck had been completely overtaken by the scales they'd noticed a few days prior. Now appearing to be armored in the same way that Dogma's carapace was, but only just barely since the rest of his body wasn't completely encased by a shell. Only a few key points like the neck, elbows, knees, hands and feet (and a few scales dotted around his cheekbones and forehead).

While he lacked the extra eyes the sergeant had, he did sport a set of antennae that seemed to twitch as they caught a whiff of their scent. At his sides were also a brand new set of arms which were trembling from either low blood sugar, or perhaps from general weakness of being newly-formed and untrained.

In just a few hours he'd changed substantially enough to be a concern. Whatever that gross goop was, it had powerful mutagenic properties and it worked fast.

"Lich..." Sponge's voice was shaky with horror. A sentiment Pitch (and the others) echoed with their own distraught expressions.

The only positive note was that he was the only trooper who's changes had been distinctly prominent. The others were still very early on in their transition into insectoids, with just a few scales and blackened eyes to their names. No extra limbs or appendages.

The trooper in question turned to look at them. Blinking slowly and seeming to be in a post-wake up daze that was hard to shake off. Then, slowly, he began to tremble where he sat as awareness overtook him.

"W-What did you do...?" Lich croaked weakly, sorrowful voice startling them all.

"Lich?" Sponge asked, their own voice tiny as they stared wide eyed at one of the vode they knew so well (out of both affection and necessity) and often teased in good humour.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Lich screeched at them, all four arms moving up to grasp at his own shoulders. Clawed fingers squeezing tightly and causing Pitch to wince and hold out a hand in a useless attempt to placate the altered trooper. "I'M NOT READY YET!"

"Lichtenberg!" Sponge held up their own hands, hoping that by showing that they were unarmed, that maybe he'd let them get close enough to calm him. "It's ok, you're safe now!"

"NO!" Lich snarled, one hand swiping at the air between them in warning, before returning to his shoulder. Squeezing and leaving deep bloodied gashes that had all the medics flinching. "YOU RUINED IT! YOU'VE RUINED ME!"

Sponge backed away, taken aback and very clearly hurt as the heavy gunner despaired at something unknown to them.

"He... Our Leader! Our Leader will be so upset with us!" Lich whimpered as he continued to scratch himself. "He'll reject us! Because we're imperfect!!!"

All around the medbay, the other afflicted troopers began to whimper and wail as they awoke. Seeming to be in the same stupor as Lich. Some nuzzled against each other seeking comfort, while others began to claw or bite at their own skin. Trying to rip it off.

"You did this to us! You destroyed us!!!" Lich gasped between sobs before pointing an accusing and bloodied claw at the pale-faced and quaking medics. "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!"

They had no idea what else to do but to back away and get the last few remaining sedatives they had at hand. As much as Lich's words shook them to their very core, they couldn't allow these vode to self-harm while in their inconsolable states. They'd be damned if any of them died on their watch, while they waited for the 212th to rendezvous with them.

Sometimes Pitch really hated that he'd been the one to pick up the medic role, once Chord had died and been unable to fulfill it. Had a hard time consoling himself after being made to make some pretty tough calls. But, then again, perhaps it was a tiny mercy that his little brother never had to live with the guilt that such a thankless job came with...

Force only knew he could barely manage it himself.

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