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very loud piggo oinking at incredible hihg speed
#his oinks always speed up as he gets closer to me#he's like a geiger counter and I'm the radiation#kune kune#farm animals#kunekune#pigs
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🪸Splatoon 3 "Side Order" DLC - Bad Guy Concept🪸
Alright, I've promised I had it coming up, so here we are. This is my concept for the potential "Big Baddie" of the upcoming DLC.
Now, since the DLC seems to have been teased to be more horror/existential horror oriented, these concepts fit that mindset. This is a warning. I'm warning you against bodyhorror. Specifically growths/infestation bodyhorror. (And I guess blood, although strictly speaking there isn't any blood, it could easily be confused as such.)
These will be of course accompanied of headcanons. Long post ahead.
Here it comes.
"The Deep Diver"
This entity, that came from seemingly nowhere, evades any attempts of observation. Every video record and picture ends up damaged from exposure.
Appears to be an antique deep diving suit infested in corals. It is unclear whether or not there may be someone inside.
Up to three or four times a regular Octoling's size.
Clouds of smoke of unidentified kind seem to be emanating from its footsteps, and from the torn open pipe that's floating from it. It is unclear what this substance is, but it is suspected those might be coral spores. Breathing too much in provokes violent headaches and hallucinations, and eventually passing out.
This entity, that appears to be on its lonesome, seems to favor large areas.
Its attack span is passive, but overwhelming ; it relies on radiation on a large range, sensory hallucinations, and calcifying whoever stares at it for too long.
There isn't any way to defeat it as of now, so your only option is to run and make your way out of danger when it appears. Despite its dangerosity, it is only willing to make that much effort when it comes to obstacles. But don't lower your guard, because it doesn't give up, and it also walks faster than you.
Do not look back at it or you will start to calcify. You will know it is getting too close by the sound of an increasingly loud heartbeat, combined with in worst cases crystal sounds, and ear ringing.
Other than the slow, booming heartbeat which we can't say for sure is coming from the Diver, the entity also emits a slow, oddly loud, cavernous, difficult breathing noise. And even though it's really not a fun thing to hear, and doesn't prove for certain that it may be sentient, it can occasionally speak/call out.
It's hard to tell if the corals and bleaching are caused by it, but they do grow visibly and exponentially whenever it's chasing, making the matter of escape more difficult.
It has a Geiger counter on its belt and an odd logo shaped as a crab on its chest plate.
No one knows anything about it. No one knows where it came from, no one knows where it's going, no one what it's trying to do. We do not know if it's malevolent. We do not know if it's looking for help. There might even not be anyone in the suit. That guy is a total enigma, and he's not exactly helping making itself clear.
At least it's not as aggressive as the following guys.
"The Hazmat Ghosts"
These entities (underlings ?), way more active, crawl over the most important areas. Just like the Diver, they corrupt any attempts to record them.
Like their name suggests, they seem to be anti-radiations hazmat suits overgrown with corals. They seem to be way more bothered about it though.
They too have radiation measurement devices.
Unlike the lonesome Diver, they are numerous, sometimes even attacking in small groups, and do not mind relatively narrow, twisty areas ; appearing for example in corridors, and other backrooms. It is not rare to have them lunging from around a corner, be warned.
They are perpetually twitching and spasming, and seem to be aimless.
They don't make coral grow, but they are able to produce 'artificial crystals' seemingly at will, which actually help telling which areas they are in. These crystals are rather fragile and can be broken with a few shots.
They're way more aggressive and agile, and actively charge whoever they spot.
Unlike the Diver, it is possible to fight them. (And given how they are, it's actually the only way to get them off your back.) They make for tricky fights though, so be ready.
They attack through dashing, crystal waves, and shockwaves (if you take too much damage you get splatted, if you get all your lives destroyed you get calcified.)
They are stunningly fast, in a disorganized way : during combat, they move by rapidly dashing around their target, in a shaky, nervous way ; punctuated by 'slowness moments' that allows the victim to see in which direction they are going to dash, and after a few dashes, they need a moment to cool down. They will then grow a barrer of artificial crystals to protect themselves while they gather themselves. During this, it is possible to attack them. Just break the crystals before getting to them.
They don't fear regular shots, but they seem to be very afraid of explosions ; so when possible, use bombs, or if you have one, a blaster. Explosions is the only way to get rid of them. (Not sure if it's through damage or if they just get scared out of existence.) You'll have to go through multiple phases, but once vanquished, they will disappear, like a crystal bursting in a corrupted mess.
You can also one-shot them with the right Special. These guys really don't like big explosions. Why are they so afraid...?
Oh and I should mention ; they're extremely noisy from the second they've spotted you, letting out war cries, screams of distress, and just sounding in awful agony the whole time. When they aren't in combat mode, they just let out audible whimpering, and shaky breaths, while stumbling around in that very twitchy, spasmy way. Whatever they're going through, it sounds unfathomably painful. You'll know really that you've won when the silence settles back in.
The strange logo is situated on their backpack. It is inspired by both crabs, cancer -by association-, and a Rorschach test.
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And yeah, that's that about my concept. These guys aren't the most common enemy to fight, and are more caused by something than the cause in themselves, and wouldn't exactly be defined as ''evil'', however they are a very real problem. You'll have to solve 'theirs' in order to solve 'yours'.
Any either way, it's pretty obvious to me that the DLC wave will be themed around latent radioactivity, so that's what I went for for this concept. It's pretty aethereal and ominous-looking so far, so I tried to recreate this feeling while coding those guys. Hope you like 'em ^^
I could have definitely made this shorter and less extrapolated, but I spent too long on it already and just had to be done. So I hope you enjoy nevertheless 😅 (And am open to any questions if something is lacking)
Anyway Splatoon ⭐
#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon 3 dlc#side order dlc#side order#agent 8#horror cw#bodyhorror#overgrowth#octoling#deep diver#hazmat suit#radioactivity#long post#splatoon headcanons#sorry it took me so long. my secret rules are holding me by the throat#hope you like it#cheers ✨
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At long last, Loki finally has a throne. It just probably isn’t the throne he thought he’d be sitting on.
The second season of Marvel Studios’ Loki ends with Loki first breaking the Temporal Loom and setting all the timelines free, only to then immediately grab hold of them to keep them safe. He’s giving everyone a chance. It also, unfortunately, means that he’s got a big task on his hands keeping them like this.
Natalie Holt returns to compose the score for Season 2 of the series, and she knew all along Loki was destined for this greatness. While viewers are hearing a lot of the same tunes and melodies from Season 1, there’s a choir seemingly whispering in the music throughout — and they’re calling Loki to his glorious purpose.
With the final episode of Season 2 now streaming on Disney+, Marvel.com hopped on a video call with Holt to talk through all things Loki, and how she almost wrote a rock song for the finale.
MARVEL: It's been two years with the Loki music just in the zeitgeist. What has it been like watching people respond to the music over the last few years?
NATALIE HOLT: It's just mad. Something that came out of my head is now being played in sports stadiums. To work on a franchise with a character that's so beloved by so many people, it's been just something unbelievable and a moment in my career that I didn't ever expect that I would have the privilege to do.
MARVEL: We're hearing a lot of the same songs and melodies that we heard in Season 1. But how did you work to change the score for Season 2?
NATALIE HOLT: I think I darkened the score quite a lot. I had played around with a bit more atonality and was using a Geiger counter for the Loom disintegration. Adding to the ticking clocks was also this radiation. And then I was using voices a lot more in Season 2.
I found this poem — this old Edda, the Lokasenna — which is in very old Norse not spoken today. The closest language is Icelandic. I found this Icelandic specialist who helped us use the text in the choir and recorded with these singers in Iceland and then also a giant 40-piece choir in Vienna. I felt like these constant voices were whispering to Loki and calling him to his destiny, which we finally see in Episode 6. And it feels like this big symphonic choral work, which I'm just excited for people to hear.
MARVEL: Do you have a favorite piece or song from Season 2?
NATALIE HOLT: I think it's that ascension moment in Episode 6. It just felt like a culmination of two and a half years. It was a duet with a cello, and the theremin, and this explosion of voices. It's glorious purpose because it's what Loki's always wanted. But a tinge of sadness, because now he's removed from his life and his friends.
I feel like the music, I got to tell that story over the whole journey of working on these two seasons. The piece of music comes like the calm after the storm, when everyone's back in the TVA right at the very end.
Then we see Ravonna Renslayer in the Void with this strange purple thing happening above her. That piece felt very good to record as well. Just those two pieces together, I think those are my two favorite pieces.
MARVEL: I feel like there are a lot of moments of complete silence in Season 2. How did you work to balance that, going from these intense emotional moments right into a score?
NATALIE HOLT: The whole thing of this show is a very collaborative team of people. The three editors were all on Season 1, and these conversations that we're all having about the story and the emotions, even with Tom when I was on set, he was sharing with me this book of poetry that had inspired him for Season 2. He gave me this book, and he was telling me what he discovered in playing the role and wanted to share that with me to inform the music.
The editors have these ideas of what emotions they want in the scene and where they want silence. It feels like such a collaborative process. All the moments of score and silence are carved and created by everyone. Every Wednesday — I miss it, actually. For six months, we were meeting every Wednesday reviewing everything and watching it together. So, it just feels very crafted and thoughtful.
MARVEL: For Season 1, He Who Remains theme was hidden throughout the season as part of the TVA's overall theme. Were you doing any of that for Season 2- hiding music, hinting at what was going to happen?
NATALIE HOLT: Yeah, the Icelandic voices come together. They're calling him to his destiny. And then at the end of episode six, he's ascending to his throne. So, I was teasing that ascension all the way through, and teasing these whispering and voices for this big explosion of the crowning in episode six.
MARVEL: Was it like creating a score for a God?
NATALIE HOLT: It did feel quite something regal about it and something divine. I think we connect those choral works with a sort of religion. All those elements fed into that score, as well as the Icelandic Norse traditions that I've been trying to put those hardanger fiddle and nyckelharpa fiddles and give Loki a sense of heritage. So, it's all there.
MARVEL: I'd like to ask about my favorite music moment in Episode 6, which is going into the end credits. Suddenly there's a guitar riff we’ve never heard before, and it goes so hard. Can you talk about creating that Episode 6 moment?
NATALIE HOLT: I wanted to write a song [for Loki]. I'd been working in the studio with a songwriter, trying to come up with a song using the Loki theme. Kevin Feige just said, “I don't like having lyrics here. It feels too leading.”
But what is left is this sort of underneath of a song. It seemed to work better without lyric's help, because when you add lyrics into a song it does make it very specific. So yeah, it has the feel of a sort of rockier version of the theme though.
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decided to start the fallout tv series despite being a No Good Bitter Angry New Vegas Stan (tm), so making this post of my assorted thoughts as i go
(spoilers below)
episode 1:
watched this last night so i'm probably gonna miss stuff/it will all be out of order
oh shit kyle maclachlan is here! bless
the signing your name in the lining of the hand-me-down wedding dress bit cracked me up
why did her geiger counter only start going haywire after they'd fucked??? why are they giving off *that* much radiation??? LOL
was it unclear to anyone else why maximus was getting bullied. is he just supposed to be a loser or is it because he's an outsider not born into it or whatever
diversity win! the BoS respects pronouns!
never mind why are we branding people
specifically, why are we branding a black guy? was this important to add to the brotherhood lore??? ??????
(points at power armor) LOOK GUYS IT'S JOHN FALLOUT!!!!
the BoS being just like, in a rando military base outdoors felt weird too, but idk! i guess they didn't want all of their main characters to live underground
speaking of, why was the ghoul just... buried lol
spent most of last night randomly saying A FERAL GHOUL CAN'T ABIDE NO CHICKEN...... googled it, that's not even the exact quote. i fully do not care. feral ghoul can't abide no chicken
while i'm sure walton ghoulgins will be my fav character (ghouls almost always are), god he is BARELY a ghoul!!! no voice changes and he's... so smooth. a literal smoothskin. they dewalted my white.
okie dokie!
#fallout#fallout prime#fallout tv#idk what else ppl are tagging it as lol#fallout spoilers#didnt hate it will watch more
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TELL ME MORE ABOUT TOXICOLOGY
Please.
If it needs to be related to FF7, maybe we could do "what's the best way to kill Hojo?"
Toxicology is, well, the study of poisons, toxins, and venoms and their effects...for our purposes, I'll just say that all three mean the same thing because it can get confusing. Well, there are many things poisonous to the human body; snake venom, heavy metals (like lead, not Metallica), natural poisons....so many. Well, there's a LOT of stuff that is dangerous to the human body. It can depend on quantity; the amount of, say, batrachotoxin (found on the skin of poison dart frogs) needed to kill a person is far less than the amount of lead--and far quicker.
I mean, I could go on and on about tetrodotoxins and amatoxins and anthrax and arsenic and more, but...that'd take a while. (I'm happy to answer any more questions you may have, though!)
And now, onto the question we've all been waiting for...what should we use to kill Hojo?
I have a couple possibilities.
Polonium 210-- It is highly, highly radioactive. Breathe in one speck of it, and the next day, bye-bye. Now, we don't want to wait years for enough lead to build up in him to kill him. Polonium 210 is nearly impossible to detect (despite the high radiation levels, it cannot be detected with a Geiger counter or more traditional ways of poison detection) and is incredibly lethal--in 2006, Soviet spy Alexander Litvinenko was killed after a speck of it was put in his tea. It causes what we call "extremely acute radiation poisoning," except the problem isn't external radiation. It's internal, because the Polonium 210 is inside. Yikes. This death would be painful but swift. (Thankfully, we don't have to worry about a little contamination in the water supply anywhere--while it does exist in extremely small concentrations in the soil, only 100 grams are made every year, worldwide, with the power to be lethal.
Amatoxins (specifically the destroying angel)--Amatoxins are found in mushrooms of the genus Amanita; this genus is responsible for the most annual lethal mushroom poisonings world wide. You may have heard of the death cap--that's an amanita mushroom. These mushrooms contain amatoxins. I'd say that Hojo should ingest the Destroying Angel. A couple hours after his meal, he would start feeling cholera-like symptoms. They would be gone after a few days; by then it is too late. He would then (if he still is alive) be in "the walking ghost" phase, where his internal organs (kidney, liver) had accumulated irreparable damage; the cholera symptoms would reappear, leading to death. Don't worry though--here are some of the ways to identify mushrooms in this genus to stay clear of them! They tend to have white spores and a veil--called a volva--that gets torn as the cap grows. There is also often a ring on the stem and they grow out of a cup. The Destroying Angel is white; the death cap is a brownish color. And remember--always, ALWAYS double check when foraging for mushrooms, and if you ate a mushroom that you think was poisonous, drink plenty of water, swallow some activated charcoal, and head to the hospital ASAP.
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for want of a sagittarius
In the Forest of Hope, Captain Olimar attempts to retrieve the remaining ship parts without any Blue Pikmin.
a/n: Based (loosely) on a couple of advanced gameplay strategies; some of them I'm more proficient at than others.
Yesterday, he'd curated a swarm of twenty five reds into seventy and one yellow into fifteen. A single well-thrown pikmin could crush a dwarf bulborb. Ignoring the smaller grub-dogs in favor of their larger counterparts presented a new risk; the dwarf might call for help. The pikmin, newly sprouted or budding or bearing torn petals, did not pass judgement, did not rebel, despite his patterns of failure and vigilant correction. He'd brought down the stone barrier directly south of camp.
Today, the captain spent gathering ship parts. A volley of bomb-rocks took care of the remaining barriers in reach. Yet, the radar showed three parts left; one past a light barrier to the north surrounded by water, one on a plateau accessible past the stone wall near the original site of the yellow Onion, and one across the lake.
With two yellows armed, he took to the clearing where he'd found the Nova Rocket. Given the distance from the tip of the shore to the top of the gate, it should be possible to break down the gate with only two bombs. The first dropped its bomb and scampered across the lip of the chasm and the barrier crumbled halfway. The second yellow bounced off the side of the wall and dropped its bomb-rock, extinguished. It thrashed about in the water, towards the sound of the whistle. It clambered to shore and raised itself on spindly arms before collapsing again. Its leaf weighed down, beady eyes glazed and fixed on him, skin damp to the touch. It did not rise.
He got another bomb-rock and threw the first yellow over again. It shuffled over towards the gate from the side and dropped its bomb too far to make a difference.
The captain whistled sharply. Another bomb-rock. Then another.
By the time the gate crumbled he'd run out of bomb-rocks and the posies were blooming. He threw the yellow at one of the aptly-colored targets. He dismissed it and followed course back to the ship. He took out a posse of reds and yellows and tossed them over the precipice to cross himself, at the other end. Confronted with another gate, stronger than the last but at the very least, not made of stone. Bringing it down would've been easier with bomb-rocks, but he threw his squadron against the barrier and double checked the radar. There should be a part on the other side of this gate.
Then, just a matter of luring the beast inside with a small squadron and directing the larger share toward the Radiation Canopy. He'd escorted it through the gate. He rushed the small squadron towards it. The beetle lost interest. Thankfully, the radar detected no further ship oarts.
Next morning, he took the southern path. Two bulborbs and a dwarf. After dispatching them with a swarm of reds, ten yellows thrown over the edifice, one by one, cleared a path forward. The ground burst open. A bird-like monster with a serpentine body. It moved too quickly for the yellows to reach in time and quickly dove below the ground with half-a-dozen reds in its beak. Reds were more efficient, heavier than the yellows and hit harder.
Mid-afternoon, he had a dozen pellets to make up for his losses, the Geiger Counter, a few droplets of nectar. The radar detected one last part. Across the lake. At the shore there was only a bundle of sticks and sheargrubs beneath the dirt.
The pikmin, swarming, overtook the sheargrubs with ease. The rest began to beat on the wood with fists and heads and stems. The captain explored the length of the pond and found nothing but wogpoles. The bridge was finished and the posse stood idle. Nothing but a couple posies and a dead end. On the cliff adjacent, another bundle of sticks, too far to be reached by conventional means. Just a small patch of shore on the island, but no means of climbing further.
The ache in his muscles had been there since morning. The captain sagged slightly where he stood. The Dolphin's capabilities should allow him to explore new territory. If only there was a suitable way to deal with large bodies of water...
He was walking back across the bridge, looking for a different angle. A gleam caught the sun's dying rays.
The captain doubled back and took a red and threw it across the watery expanse, wading in, whistling it to follow. It thrashed along, wailing, until it couldn't stay above the surface any longer.
The captain waded back to shore, back across the bridge to the Onions. He bumped a single yellow from the throng and ran towards the bridge and to the water's edge, throwing it with all his strength. A few more reds rushed to follow and submerged before they were even halfway across.
Careless and exhausted. Making stupid mistakes. Should call it a night.
No. Every day was critical. He had to be sure this plan was even feasible, accounting for the difference between red and yellow's airtime. He picked another yellow and threw it as far as possible. Waded across the river, to the small embankment, whistling the pikmin to shore. It shook itself dry and looked around, pale, at ease. He whistled and tossed it to higher ground, where it naturally pathed towards the unrolled bridge. He repeated this process with painstaking care until he had ten pikmin safely across.
The captain took a yellow and threw it at the partially-constructed bridge. The yellow bounced off the side of the bundle and crashed into the water below, thrashing above the surface. He whistled it quickly to safety. He ought to have been more conservative with culling bulborbs and fauna alike. He had nothing left over to replace the pikmin he'd lost.
As the sun kissed the horizon, the captain crossed the newly-made bridge and came back with the Sagittarius. His son, safe back home, would be eager to hear of his adventures.
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Chapter 199 Trivia (Part 1)
Are we reaching a second Age of Exploration?
The cover page may be a reference to Berserk, as it's been exactly a month since the writer for it, Kentaro Miura, died.
Why Suika is only half-armored I'm not sure.
The first device Xeno makes is for cryogenic fractional distillation. As he says, it cools air to separate the elements within.
Think of it as the reverse of alcohol distillation: rather than boiling it to separate the gases, you cool it to separate the liquids!
I don't really understand why Kohaku is so confused by argon specifically, as she knows someone who was named after it. Ginro even fought Argo(n) in the Grand Bout!
Geiger counters work as Xeno says: an inert gas becoming conductive when a particle of radiation ionizes the gas, allowing a current to pass. This is either connected to a display to show the readout or something that makes the iconic clicks.
Chrome loves his rock-detecting devices!
Also the sound effects here are literally "gaigā". Very Pokémon.
This boat is definitely made by the villagers, likely by Kaseki himself, due to the design. He was the one to make all the boats for them, after all.
Ilmenite is the most important ore of titanium, formula FeTiO3.
Molybdenite is a common ore of molybdenum, formula MoS2.
Chrome ore (probably chromite) is self-explanatory, but can be found in oxide form with several other metals such as iron or manganese.
Pyrochlore ore is actually a mineral group, but in Araxá, it's all about getting niobium.
Nickel comes in many ores due to how common it is, and can be found in laterite (laterite is a soil/rock type, not an ore).
Alloyed together, these metals make the strong, lightweight materials needed for aircraft and spacecraft.
Most of them are also either radioactive (pyrochlore) or have radioactive inclusions (rhenium-187 in molybdenite) which is why the Geiger counter works!
Also, Gen is wearing shoes!
This isn't the first time Monster Hunter has been referenced! The first one is way back in chapter 19, which helped Senku realise that something fishy was going with in the village...
A compilation of Senku getting excited about large collections of rocks:
(Next part)
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I couldn’t think of anything for Ectober Week day 5’s prompts, so since I’m only doing the week and not the month, I stole a prompt from earlier in the month: Cause of death.
Coroner’s Report
[Warnings for autopsies and death and gratuitous swearing]
[Recording Begins]
"Subject is Daniel J. Fenton, age fourteen. Rushed to the hospital after a supposed accident in his parents' home laboratory. Pronounced dead on arrival at 4:18 PM, September 20th, 2004."
The voice of Amity Park Medical Examiner Dr. Osiris Blanch speaks into his recorder. He does this so he doesn't forget anything when he writes his official reports. He will transcribe the recording into his written report later, as he always does, for the police and insurance company and whoever else to use in their investigation of the boy's parents.
He has a habit of talking to himself while he works anyway, narrating his actions, so recording is the most efficient way to ensure he provides an accurate coroner's report.
"Cause of death appears to be electrocution," he continues.
As he records, he is looking at the state of the corpse, covered in subdermal burns. Even hours after his death, the coroner could still smell ozone in the air, and he could feel the hair on his arms slowly standing on end from the static.
"In addition to electrical burns below the skin, the body appears to have some peculiar burn marks spanning from the left hand to the heart, atypical of electrical burns. Possibly... plasma burns, or some kind of radiation burns? Do I need to get a Geiger counter in here? Christ alive, what kinda lab did this kid get fried in exactly?"
There is a sigh on the recording, the sound of coffee being sipped from a mug, a loud, metallic clack as the recorder is placed on a steel implement stray, and another, quieter clack as Dr. Blanch puts down his coffee cup. The scraping of a scalpel being lifted off the implements tray very near the recorder.
"I will now begin the autopsy by making a Y-incision of the abdomen—AH!" The scalpel clatters against the metal autopsy table. "Ha... static shock."
Dr. Blanch's voice begins to sound uneasy here.
"I'm uh... I'm making the incision now." The quiet squelching of skin being sliced by a sharp blade is almost drowned out by the coroner's shaky breaths. "Shit, keep it steady..." he mutters to himself. "When did it get so goddamn cold in here?"
The scalpel quietly clicks against another tray, away from the sterilized instruments near the recorder.
"I'm opening up the chest now to begin the autopsy."
A sickly squelching of flesh and sinew being pulled apart is heard on the recording, and then a gasp from the coroner.
"The uh... the lights just flickered a little," Dr. Blanch explains. "There's no storm or anything that might cause a blackout, but if some idiot crashes into a telephone pole and knocks out the power, I'm gonna be pissed. This jobs a pain in the ass if the lights go out. Not to mention all the corpses in the drawers'll start to decay if the freezers turn off, and then I'll be up a creek."
An electric buzzing sounds briefly.
"Damn. The lights again," he says. "I can't just leave this kid cut open on my table and check the fuse box. Somebody else had better get it fixed though, or I'll give 'em hell." He sighs and scoffs before resuming the autopsy. "Anyway, I've opened up young Mr. Fenton's chest cavity and christ alive, I've seen a lot of people's entrails but this kid's look like an overcooked stew—"
The electric buzzing returns, louder, but only for a moment before the sound of glass shattering hits the recording, along with the thud caused by Dr. Blanch jumping in surprise and bumping hard against the other autopsy table behind him.
"Ow, fuck!" he shouts. "The fucking bulb just blew, and I hit my hip on... on... uh..."
All that can be heard on the recording for several seconds is an eerie distortion that hadn't been present before, almost melodic in the way it makes one's stomach turn with dread
"The... corpse... it's... shit it's definitely glowing..." the coroner says finally, voice overwritten by the strange distortion. "Fuck. Fuck! Should I be wearing a hazmat suit for this autopsy? There's no way this kid isn't radioa—what that fuck was that?" Dr. Blanch interrupts himself, followed by another thud as he backs desperately into the other table behind him.
"There was just... for a split second there was—there it is again!" he shouts. "Like, a ring of light, around the middle of the kid's body, flickering in the blink of an eye and then vanishing," he describes, voice awed and terrified. "I do not get paid enough for this freaky shit. If this kid sits up, I'm quitting."
His words are drowned out by a scream, the scream of an adolescent boy, quickly joined by the scream of a middle aged man. The screaming continues for a long time, until finally, both run out of breath.
"What... what's happening, where am I?" asks a young voice, alongside the sounds of skin sliding against metal.
"You're... I was... this is..." for once, Mr. Blanch seems to be at a loss for words. He is watching a pale and naked young boy try to hold the Y-incision in his chest cavity closed with his bare hands. "You were dead!" the doctor finally manages to shout.
"I'm not dead!" the boy shouts back.
"I can see that now!"
"Did you cut me open?"
"You were pronounced dead hours ago!" Dr. Blanch defends himself. "I was only doing my job! How the hell was I supposed to know you were still... alive... oh lord am I glad I didn't remove your brain first, christ alive!"
"My brain?!"
"Forget about that now," Dr. Blanch says, and he takes a deep breath. "You're not bleeding. Do you feel pain?"
"I... no... no I don't why doesn't this hurt?" the young voice asks frantically.
"Lay down, I'll stitch you back up," says the coroner, and the quiet metallic sounds indicate that the boy obeys. "I don't know what's happening, but this kinda thing happening sure as shit isn't normal. I'm gonna start with the stitches now, alright?"
"Okay."
"You're Daniel Fenton, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I go by Danny though."
"Well, Danny, the fact of the matter is, you were definitely dead when they put you on my table earlier," Dr. Blanch explains, sounding resigned, if not actually calm. "Fuck if I know what that makes you now, but I do know that I don't get paid enough to make a fuss about it. Lord knows I'm gonna ask for a raise after this, though."
"So... what now, then?" Danny asks.
"Now, I'm gonna finish stitching you up," the coroners tells him. "I'm gonna give you a sheet to cover yourself with, and I'm gonna call up to the hospital and give them absolute hell for sending me a corpse that wasn't actually dead."
"I thought you said I was dead."
"You were, but I'm sure as shit not gonna try to explain that!" he lets out a brief, hysterical bark of laughter. "I'd be sent to a loony bin before I could blink! No way am I telling 'em that. I have a doctor friend who'll give you discharge papers if I ask without actually checking you over if you want, so you won't have to worry about them finding anything... unnatural. We went to med school together, and he trusts my expertise."
"That... would be for the best, probably," Danny agrees. As he says this, he is looking down at the incision on his chest, halfway stitched up and still not bleeding.
"I'd say so," Dr. Blanch concurs. "I definitely don't wanna get in any trouble for cutting open a living kid, even if you weren't when I did it." He sighs heavily again. "Jesus christ what is my life coming to, today? Anyway, after you're discharged, you can go home to your family, and I'll wipe any and all information about your autopsy from our systems and we can both pretend this never happened, and your quote-unquote 'death' was just a horrible misunderstanding. What do you say, Danny? Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah," the boy's voice sounds even more relived than the coroners. "Sounds like a plan."
There's a quiet click of the needle onto an instrument tray.
"Ah, I forgot..." Dr. Blanch mutters.
His footsteps are heard walking to the other tray, the one of sterile instruments. There are loud thumping and fumbling sounds as Dr. Blanch picks up the recorder to turn it off.
[End Recording]
#ectoberweek2022#day five#fic#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#original character#autopsy#morgue#character death#character undeath#things i wrote
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MARMANUKE plot points:
We meet Dakota. She's immune to the radiation
Sam died of acute radiation poisoning after he stood outside in the fallout hoping it'd mutate him
Mary, Max and Duncan bond with Dakota over having dead boyfriends. They form an alliance
The government kills Dakota as a perceived threat
Duncan kills the government official that shot Dakota
Mary starts working on the anti-nuke and a way to bring Dakota back. She creates a drug that enhances dakota's rapid cell growth and in doing so Dakota's dead body regenerates
" can you make Dakota normal?" "No we need you mutated. You're too valuable"
-dakota eats a warhead and runs away-
It's revealed the person behind the nukes was Scarlett. She's trying to kill Mike, Mary and Duncan because she wants to date Max #Scax
Max agrees to go to her and tearfully hugs Mary and Duncan. He tries to stab Scarlett but she dodges and locks him up
Scarlett also injects Prussian Blue into Mary and Duncan's veins because she wants them to suffer in the fallout for as long as possible for taking away Max
However Dakota returns but this time she's massive because she ate a fucking warhead. "She's immune to radiation though?" yeah well too much of anything is bad enough. I'm immune to water but I'd still grow if I drank 10 gallons of it
Scarlett and Mary use their brains and ally up to find a way to maybe heal Dakota and finish the anti nuke. it's taking a while so Max is released to make evil weapons to slow Dakota down.
Duncan rides a bike around Dakota and it's fucking epic and max is on the back holding on and throwing weird devices onto dakota that slow her down
Scarlett and Mary make a big tranquilizer. When fired into Dakota's neck it'll create such a pressure difference that all the radiation in Canada will be sucked into her body and be used to mutate Dakota back to normal. Then all the isotopes and radiation will concentrate in the tranquilizer needle
They fire and it works. Dakota is human again and the Geiger counters readings return to normal
"guys, I'm sorry for what I did. I still want Max" but then Mary straight up punches Scarlett and takes her to the top of a Canada building
When she wakes up she's tied to a chair on the edge of the roof
"a fall won't stop me... Mwahahah." She says
"you're right, but he will"
The sound of two stout legs walking approaches and points a bazooka at her. It's Duncan and he's got that tranquilizer loaded
"This one's for Mike, you nerd."
He fires and Scarlett evaporates
After that happens it's sunset and they watch in the horizons on top of the Canada building. There's a bright light and they see Mike's face in the clouds
"It's beautiful. It's like a goodbye from Mike. An end to our journey" Max cries
"no. It's the start of a new one. That's a Mime bomb. 4.9 gigatons based on the height and light. There's people in danger out there"
"well, what are we waiting for?" Duncan says, on his motorbike.
Mary and Max look at each other scared, and then at Duncan. They all remember the pain of losing Mike and want to make sure no one else has to go through what they do, or what Dakota did when she lost Sam
Mary and Max pull their gas masks onto their faces and hop on. They speed off and skid across buildings into the sunset, where certain death awaits. Mike cloud watches over them as flames grow beneath
Credits
Post credits scene:
We see someone approach the ashes of Scarlett and the leftover tranquilizer. A hand reaches down and picks it up
The camera rises and it's revealed to be Dakota.
"I'm gonna prove my worth, mutated or not." and she handglides after our heroes
i am actually sha-speechless
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Hi! I'm "Season 3 redeemed The Boys" anon. I'm back.
They keep emphasizing how highly radioactive Soldier Boy is via the geiger counter. What do you think they're building up to with that?
Hello again!
I don't know if it's anything more than giving them a) a way to track him and b) a way to see when he's about to go into an episode.
Like maybe after he has his first smoke session they'll wave the Geiger around him to see he's down at like 22% radiation?
We already know his powers are tied to his trauma and represent his toxic masculinity. The only other thing I could see is them going "well his power strips supes of their powers. What if we figure out a way to develop a cure for Vought's drug?" Maybe like a sort of radiation therapy. It gives X3 potential.
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Clark is basically only able to live because of the radiation from our yellow sun therefore it stands to reason that he himself would probably set off a Geiger counter ergo yes his cum (and blood and spit) is probably filled with radiation, maybe not enough to poison someone like Peter tho?
Man I love when we talk about weird stuff on this house
That's what I'm saying! Radiation runs on Clark's body and, unless his body process it all and leaves no trace of it, the more act of touching superman could be dangerous, I mean, the guy could give you skin cancer or another type of cancer.
I feel like Peter just became immune to radiation since his body adapted to it while Clark was born to feed of it (sun radiation at least).
Also Clark is from a different world, he's an alien so we need to learn about kryptonian anatomy to see if they're a threat to humans when it comes to this
And maybe he doesn't give huge doses of radiation, but in the long run it'll still be harmful and possibly deadly
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'The Oppenheimer movie has inevitably ignited interest in one of the most contentious episodes of modern history - the birth of a nuclear weapon which unleashed unprecedented destruction.
While the film focuses on the eponymous American physicist spearheading Allied efforts to make the atomic bomb, the team also involved British Nobel Prize winner James Chadwick.
Yet little is known about Chadwick when compared to his peers, whose names read like a who's who of school science lessons.
The shy but steely scientist is credited with discovering the neutron, before going on to lead the British contingent in the Manhattan Project, that was set up to build the atomic bomb.
As World War Two drew to a close, American bombers would drop the devices over the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, instantaneously killing more than 100,000 people.
During their development, Chadwick was the only non-American with access to all of the group's research and production plants, according to experts.
He famously admitted his "only remedy" on realising the inevitability of the nuclear bomb was to take sleeping pills, which he ended up doing every night for more than 28 years.
Before his tenure at Los Alamos, Chadwick's career had developed in Manchester, often described as the birthplace of nuclear physics.
The city had become a hub of science and engineering from the onset of the Industrial Revolution in the mid-18th Century.
But Chadwick's origins 20 miles away never indicated what he would later achieve.
"He was not from any kind of wealthy background," says Dr James Sumner, a historian of technology at the University of Manchester.
"He was certainly not from a traditional academic background."
Born in the Cheshire village of Bollington in 1891, Chadwick himself described his family as poor, with his father failing to set up a business in Manchester.
During an interview later in life, he admitted losing contact with a younger brother, adding: "I'm afraid I don't have a great family feeling."
He "didn't take school very seriously" and recalled playing truant one day with his friend - the headmaster's son - "to go bird-nesting".
"I have quite a vivid memory of being caned very severely for it."
Despite this less than promising start, he later moved to a school in Manchester where he benefited from "extremely good" teaching and gained a university scholarship.
"Manchester then, as now, is a very progressive city indeed," Chadwick recalled, saying he wanted to study mathematics with "no intention whatever of reading physics".
But a mix-up, which involved sitting on the wrong interview bench and being "too shy" to ask for a subject change, inadvertently led to a successful career in physics.
He studied under Prof Ernest Rutherford, the Nobel Prize-winning New Zealander whose model of the atom is still used in schools worldwide.
"You don't let undergraduate students near the monumental, partly because the professors want all the relevant glory for themselves," says Dr Sumner.
"At that time, there were just far fewer physicists and there was more glory to go around, so people like Chadwick could make a difference very early on."
Manchester had been steadily attracting scientific prestige after John Dalton pioneered studies in atomic theory and colour blindness, while fellow student James Joule became a household name after his work in energy conservation.
"Once you've got a big name there, everyone else goes in and makes more discoveries," says Dr William Bodel, who researches nuclear technology at the university in Manchester.
Others to pass through the university included J.J. Thomson - who is credited with discovering the electron - quantum physicist Neils Bohr and Hans Geiger, co-inventor of the radiation counter.
"Chadwick was one of several who did forefront cutting edge research," says Dr Sumner.
"He is publishing forefront discoveries in the hot new science of atomic physics and that's really when his career took off."
He met Albert Einstein on occasions at a Berlin laboratory, where Chadwick was undertaking research with Geiger.
But after World War One broke out, he was imprisoned at a camp when all Englishmen were interned. He still managed to pursue his scientific interests, making a magnet as the German officers - whom he described as "extremely lenient" - turned a blind eye.
On returning to Manchester much weakened and poorer after the war, he was offered work by Rutherford and the pair soon took up opportunities at the University of Cambridge.
His life underwent another change in 1925, when he married Aileen Stewart-Brown in Liverpool and two years later, the couple had twin daughters.
As the science of physics continued to develop, Chadwick proved the existence of the neutron in the early 1930s after some speculative - or "quite silly" as he called it - experiments, following years of believing it was a main constituent of the nucleus.
"When I did the experiments, as I did off and on, they were done at odd moments and sometimes when nobody was about," he said.
Yet Dr Bodel describes the discovery as "fundamental enough to teach to school children".
"Before him, it was known there was an extra particle, but it was difficult to detect."
Chadwick said "it hadn't crossed my mind" that the breakthrough would earn him the 1935 Nobel Prize for Physics but, in his typically succinct way, he said he was "naturally, extremely pleased".
The prize came at a parting of the ways with his mentor Rutherford, as they differed about new equipment to advance their research.
Chadwick took up the offer as chair of physics at the University of Liverpool, saying he also wanted "more contact with other people with different interests".
Following the outbreak of another world war, his expertise saw him join a British working group to study the possibility of developing a nuclear weapon.
A destructive legacy
In 1943, Chadwick travelled as head of the British mission to Los Alamos in the US, where scientists were developing the first atomic bomb.
But he felt "much more needed in Washington to keep in touch with our people there and to see what was happening in different places".
He worked closely with project chief Lt General Leslie Groves, played in the film by Matt Damon, and spoke rarely about laboratory director Oppenheimer or "Oppie" as he called him.
However, there were concerns "other countries would take up the business", according to Chadwick.
"I was quite sure, you see, that the Russians could not be far behind in knowing about the project."
Chadwick believed British participation was "helpful", even though "perhaps we had not many contributions to make".
The explosions over Hiroshima and Nagasaki killed more than 100,000 people, with more dying from the impact by the end of 1945.
"It completely changed the way we operate," says Dr Bodel. "The world was not the same after the Hiroshima bomb. We can't underestimate their contribution."
Despite Chadwick's discomfort at the devastating impact, he went on to lobby for the UK to have its own nuclear arsenal after the war.
"I don't have any doubts that the bomb had to be used. And I don't feel any guilt in having taken part in producing it. Why should I? Far worse things happened than that — perhaps not many," he said.'
#Oppenheimer#James Chadwick#Los Alamos#John Dalton#Prof Ernest Rutherford#James Joule#J.J. Thomson#Niels Bohr#Hans Geiger#Albert Einstein#Leslie Groves#Matt Damon
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@shepherd-tothestars asked:
'Dear Professor Willow,
This is my first time writing out to a human, isn't that exciting? Anyway, have you considered doing something about that ultra radiation problem of yours? I'd love to study it further- oh of course for your health professor. That is very important, you know. I am unsure if ultra radiation is harmful to humans or not... It sure leads to interesting effects, as I'm sure you've noticed!'
-From Rhi
A letter? Wow even he hasn't seen one in quite some time. His rotom phone looked absolutely jaded and Meltan looked over his shoulder curiously. But good on them for trying something new, that IS exciting.
Oh geez .. the radiation, right. He jokes playfully with his three assistants that he glows in the dark and geiger counters just refuse to be in his presence. In reality he didn't feel different nor did he get the tell tale signs of radiation poisoning. He SHOULD be deceased really between tumbling through a wormhole unprotected going how many times the speed of light and who knows how many doses of radiation --
But .. it was foggy ... something was protecting him before he was pulled out. He'll note it in a letter back alongside the statistics. Maybe Rhi can help him figure it out too.
" You know they say FALLERS are people who go through wormholes, end up in a completely different parallel dimension and have no memory of who or what they are. I don't know if I count considering I'm still in my home dimension because of your guy's effort and I still have my memories .. I think. Some did get a little mushed up. Something helped me in there, something like the feeling of the moon and the sun. Weird huh? "
And he forgot how to play the ukulele. Dangit.
" Write back what you think! Letters are fun! -P. Willow 🌳 "
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U know like that radioactive glass post. I think itd be funny if that's the kind of thing they just Have in the wizard tower and marcellus is the only one who goes "hey wtf" bc knowledge of what radiation is went hand in hand with alchemy
#this feeds directly into my hc that a) wizards were Made and b) wizards r all radioactive to some degree#the more powerful they r the worse it is. Like silas isnt very powerful so hes just like. Fairly low level#but someone like marcia or septimus or hotep ra u could hold a geiger counter to and see no difference holding one by the elephants foot#on day 1 of the reaction#jenna: haha yeah every time I go to the wizard tower or come in contact with magyk I feel kinda sick#marcellus (the only one who knows abt this bc it was Banned Info for 500 years): YEAH THAT'S THE RADIATION#the good thing is all the castle ppl must have Some way of dealing with it bc they live past like. 30#septimus heap#sep talks#IDK I'M JUST HAVING FUN HERE#I just think if u to their time you'd instantly die of radiation poisoning#they're doing fine tho <3
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CHAPTER 4
When all seven of the children met in the lobby, they noticed the Baker siblings weren't far ahead. Stella saw them and smirked. She got up from her seat and whispered to them,
"Don't tell anyone else yet, but I'm setting up the biggest party the school has ever seen, y'all are the special guests." And walked away. Four was deeply puzzled.
“Uh, what’s a party?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but it sounds pretty sick!” Seven exclaimed.
“An object can’t get sick.” Flicker rolled her eyes
“I think it’s an expression, genius.” said Six.
“Life is freakishly short, Six.” warned Noodle.
“Whatever it is, I’m siked!” Eleven said.
“Same.” said Ten.
“Hey, you guys!” Six motioned her group. “I hear some really quiet clicking noise over on the table, what is it coming from?”
“Hmmm..” Ten looked intrigued. “I investigated it last night, It’s coming from that thing.” she pointed to an orangish colored rectangular device with a clicking meter on it.
“What do you think it is?” asked Seven.
“I’m sure none of us know shit about anything that wasn’t in the maw.” said Flicker.
“I’m gonna ask them.” Seven pointed to Stella and Avery. He walked over to their table and asked awkwardly,
"Hey, do you know what that clicking sound over there is?" Avery looked up at him.
"Oh, that thing? Yeah. That's a Geiger counter. I personally just call it a Kashi desan because I used to mistake it for a dosimeter and Stella would get mad at me for it." He said casually.
"Um.. I have no idea what any of that means." Said Seven.
"You don't? I'm surprised!" Stella said, stunned.
"What's a Kashi desan?" Seven asked
"It means Geiger counter in Lillycan. A Geiger counter is a small portable device that measures ionizing radiation." The fox explained.
"Oh!" Said Seven. "Why would we need one in school?"
"Do you see those suns up there?" Avery asked, pointing to the window.
"I see one normal sun, is there another one?" Seven looked puzzled for a moment.
"Yes." Avery pushed Seven's head so that he could see a gigantic, red, glowing S-shape in the sky.
"AHH! what is that thing!?" Seven shivered.
"It's our second sun. It radiates our planet and if that Geiger counter ever goes off and starts beeping, then we have to get the frick out of here." Said Avery.
"Oh! So, it's not dangerous?" Seven sounded kind of relieved.
"No, it's dangerous all right. It's a deformed red giant that will never become a white dwarf, which is why it's so big." Said Stella.
"If our Lillycan ancestors and those in Tulip Hamlet didn't know magic, we'd all be dead." Avery continued.
"Tulip wha-?" Seven tried to speak.
"Whatcha talkin' about, nerds?" A girl with white rabbit ears and blonde hair walked over with a group of others like her.
"Oh great.." Stella mumbled.
"What do you want, Svetlana?" Avery growled and his ears flopped back.
"I just want you to know that you both are huge role models for people who want to never go anywhere in life and be washed out freaks!" She said, batted her eyes, and sashayed away.
"Hold me back." Avery hissed.
"Who was that?" Asked Seven.
"Svetlana Morozova. She's some popular brat who tries to annoy us all the time." Stella's eye twitched.
"Ooohhh.." said Seven.
"Hey, guys!! What's going on?" Six randomly appeared and leaned on their table.
"Oh! Hi, Six!" Avery waved.
"Heeeyy!!" She said. "Wanna sit at our table because there are two seats open?"
"Actually sure, unless the two seats are you guys' seats." Said Stella.
"Heh, no, there are nine seats." Seven said.
"Ok, thanks." Said Avery
The two sat at the table and chatted a bit until it was time to go back to their rooms.
Flicker didn't share a room with anyone so she could keep her space and secrets without anyone bugging her. When she entered her room, there was a headdress on her lamp that wasn't there before. It was obvious that it wasn't normally supposed to be there.
"Uh.. what is this thing doing here?!" She asked herself. She was lured to it and as soon as she put it on, she felt immense pain and screamed in an ear splitting tone that shattered a nearby wine glass. Immediately after putting it on, she felt like something unpleasant was watching her, but she didn’t wish to remove the headdress, Flicker actually preferred to keep it on despite the pain. She felt really uncomfortable mentally and physically, but she didn't know what caused it.
Later, Four, Six's twin found a strange necklace composed with the same type of chains that Six's necklace had, only the color of the necklace was not black, but rose gold. And instead of a cross, there was a shining star shape. Four looked at the necklace and had a confused look on her face.
"The heck?" She put it on, and someone talked as soon as she hooked it.
"Finally, it took her long enough."
"Hm?" She turned around at the place she heard the voice coming from, and saw a girl levitating six inches off the ground.
She looked similar to Four in shape and hairstyle, but completely different in her form. She had Bob cut hair, red eyes, a glowing red pentagram on her shoulder, two tall horns, the same tails as Gluttony, (you know what I mean, they are twins.) And of course, her horns and tails were black, her skirt and turtleneck sweatshirt were black, and her hair was black. Her skin was pale.
"Who are you?" Asked Four.
"I know who you are, I'm Envy. I'd say it's nice to meet you in person but you'd say it back, so I won't bother." Said the girl.
"Um.. thanks….?" Four said
"I've been here for a while. But, the Nightblade said for me to only show myself once you found the necklace."
"Who's the Nightblade?" Four asked, puzzled.
"None of your goddamn business!!" Envy shouted.
"Okkk jeez." Four backed away
"I'm done showing up and it's really cold in here so I'm just gonna go." Envy said.
"Wait," said Four. "This room is pretty hot."
"I live in the underground realm so I dunno what the fuck you are saying." The demonic figure disappeared into nothingness.
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Hello c: I wondered if you would do a prompt for me, here goes: m!ss goes to the glowing sea alone, but comes back as a ghoul! Would be nice with Hancock, Danse, MacCready and Nick. If that's possible, platonic and romanced. (Also feel free to give Danse some shit if he gets rude :') ) Also, I'd like to tell you that this is the best reactions blog if seen so far, I'm in love xD
*Thank you so much! I loved the hell outta this prompt; I’ve thought about it for days. I ended up leaving Nick out, though, because it was getting long. I hope that’s cool!
He made a mistake.
He had been warned against the levels of radiation when he’d been told that Virgil was hiding within the Glowing Sea. It was dangerous; unprotected humans were known to reach lethal doses of radiation within two minutes. His companions had told him to wait until he found some power armor and better supplies.
The power armor proved more difficult to find than anticipated. Danse could have helped, but at this point, he was becoming frantic. The longer they waited, the more risk came with it. What if something happened to Virgil? What if he changed locations?
Despite the dangers, he went alone; he thought he had enough Rad-X and RadAway to be fine. Hancock and Nick may have been immune to the rads, but they also would have worried too much and stopped him from being reckless.
So, he didn’t tell them. Instead, he affixed a RadAway bag to his shoulder, stuck the IV in his vein, and then popped some Rad-X. For a time, it worked. He could hear the erratic tick of the geiger counter on his Pip Boy, but the RadAway was doing its job.
The biggest problem was the dangers lurking within the Glowing Sea. Fighting by himself slowed him down--not to mention the Rad-X was making him jittery, and on top of the RadAway, his head was swimming--and Virgil’s hideout proved more difficult to find than anticipated. By the time he finally reached the super mutant, he was suffering from severe radiation sickness.
That still wasn’t enough for the ghoulification to take place. With limited supplies, he insisted on trying to make his way back across the Glowing Sea, and ended up getting turned around after a fight with a pack of ferals. He reached the Detonation Site and finally collapsed.
When he awoke, he was different. The radiation wasn’t making him feel sick any longer, but invigorated. His flesh felt different, and when he looked at the back of his hands, he blanched.
Or... he would have if that was still possible.
He was no longer human.
He was a ghoul.
With conflicted feelings, he ended up making his way back to his companions.
Hancock (platonic)
The moment he returned to Goodneighbor, he was treated like a stranger by the Neighborhood Watch. He had to admit, he looked different, but surely, his insulated Vault 111 suit gave his identity away. He supposed it wasn’t every day that someone suddenly became a ghoul -- well other than Hancock, of course.
He made his way to the Old State House, and got hung up by the guards below. They didn’t recognize him anymore than the others outside. “Hancock’s expecting me. Come on, you guys know me,” he insisted, his voice raspier than usual, deeper. He gave them his name, then added, “I wore the Silver Shroud costume over here for almost a month straight.”
“I think we’d recognize another ghoul in a costume around here,” one of them scoffed. “Only guy dressed as the Silver Shroud was that Vaultie.”
“You mean a man that wore a vault suit like this?” he pressed, motioning to his attire. While realization slowly began to dawn on the guards, another voice suddenly came from above, on the stairs.
“Well, those Mentats must’ve been laced ‘cause I could swear you’re a ghoul now.”
Hancock waved the guards aside, and the survivor climbed the stairs, his smile lop-sided at the sight of his friend. “I’m afraid you’re not tripping, Hancock. Well, not that much, at least.”
“No joke? The hell happened?” Hancock motioned for the fresh ghoul to follow him toward the couch, where his second-in-command gave the survivor a startled look.
“The Glowing Sea has more radiation than I expected,” the survivor informed Hancock, which made him lean back as he quietly mulled the situation over.
“The Glowing Sea, huh...? I guess I rubbed off on ya, but you went about it the wrong way. If you wanted to become a ghoul so bad, we could’ve tried to replicate the drug I took. Trust me, it would’ve been way more fun.”
“I don’t doubt it. I wasn’t trying to become a ghoul, though. I was trying...” He trailed off as Hancock waved his hand.
“I know. Did you at least find what you were looking for?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know what I’ve gotta do next.”
Hancock grinned and spread his hands. “Then what’re we doing, sitting around here? Let’s go.”
He never treated the survivor differently, nor did he admonish him for going in the Glowing Sea alone. Hancock knew he had his reasons, and who was he to judge?
Hancock (romanced)
When he made his way to the Old State House in Goodneighbor, he got hung up by the guards below. They didn’t recognize him anymore than the others outside had. “Hancock’s expecting me. Come on, you guys know me,” he insisted, his voice raspier than usual, deeper. He gave them his name, then added, “Dating the mayor.”
“I thought Hancock was with that Minuteman General now,” one of them scoffed. “We haven’t seen him with a ghoul in months.”
A voice came from above, drawing their attention, “Looks like that’s about to change.” The survivor glanced up to see Hancock staring at him in wide-eyed disbelief.
Suddenly, the fresh ghoul felt self-conscious. He looked rather different now, so what if Hancock no longer felt that sort of attraction toward him anymore? “Hi,” he rasped, slowly beginning to ascend the stairs as the guards moved aside.
“Hi yourself. What happened to you? Get hit by a Fat Man during a rad storm?”
“I decided to check out the Glowing Sea.” His voice was apprehensive, and Hancock’s gaze narrowed in response.
“Didn’t we agree to find you protective gear first? I mean, I would’ve gone with you. Not like the radiation would’ve hurt me.”
“Sorry. I know you wanted to come, but it was... something I had to do.”
Even as a ghoul, Hancock could recognize the resolve in those dark eyes. He shrugged, and then reached out to touch the survivor’s arm. “I get it.”
It was stupid, but the survivor felt like he had to voice the question that was burning in his mind. He wasn’t sure if this was the right time for it or not, but the words came tumbling out regardless. “Do you still...? Uh, I mean, I’d understand if you wanna cool things down or something.”
It took Hancock a moment to realize what he was talking about, and then he shook his head. “You kidding? I’d have to be the biggest hypocrite in the Commonwealth to be mad you’re a ghoul. If anything, I’m honestly excited about it.”
“You are?”
“Yeah.” Hancock grinned, his hands moving to his lover’s hips. “I’m in this for the long haul, Sunshine, and now... that haul just got much longer.”
Danse (platonic)
The moment he approaches Danse as a ghoul, he finds himself looking down the soldier’s gun.
“It’s me,” he rasps, raising his hands as he supplies his name.
“There’s only two options here,” Danse replies with a hardness to his tone that he’s never been on the receiving end of before. “Either a ghoul has taken both my comrade’s supplies and identity, or you’ve turned into a monster and are no longer yourself.”
“What? No, I’m still me,” the survivor insisted, “I just went to the Glowing Sea alone, and I... I underestimated how much radiation was there.”
Seeing Danse again had honestly been something he had dreaded because he knew this scenario was definitely a possibility given the story Danse had told him about killing a comrade that had become a Super Mutant.
“Why would you disobey a direct order? I told you to wait until we found adequate power armor and supplies,” Danse retorted, still keeping his gun trained on the ghoul.
“Because it’s my mission. It’s something I had to do.”
“The Institute is a threat to the entire Commonwealth. It’s the Brotherhood’s mission, and you didn’t have to turn into a monster. You know you can’t be a part of the Brotherhood anymore now.”
“They have my son, which means I’ll do whatever it takes to get to him. If it means becoming a ghoul, I won’t apologize. Finding Shaun means more to me than being a soldier. It’s why I decided to rejoin the civilian workforce after he was born.”
Danse lowered his gun a fraction, his resolve wavering. “The Brotherhood comes before everything. Even your life.”
“Not this. Are you going to shoot me like you shot your Super Mutant friend?”
It was both a low blow and a risky tactic, but it paid off. Danse appeared stricken and slowly shook his head. “I stand by that decision. It’s what he would’ve wanted. But, I won’t shoot you. I can’t say the same for the others though.”
Things with Danse become tense after that. He no longer makes eye contact, and the interactions are curt and even more to-the-point than before. It will take him a long time to get over his preconceived notions, but the more time he spends with him, the more he begins to see the survivor’s mannerisms shine through his new ghoulish face.
Danse (romantic)
The interaction goes exactly as stated above up until --
“Why would you disobey a direct order? I told you to wait until we found adequate power armor and supplies,” Danse retorted, still keeping his gun trained on the ghoul.
“Because it’s my mission. It’s something I had to do. You don’t give me orders, Danse.”
“We’re supposed to be a team,” Danse’s voice is rising. “We do these missions together. If I had been there, this wouldn’t have happened.”
He was right, but the survivor was too stubborn to admit it to his face. Not while his lover was holding a gun to his own face, that is. “I can’t change what happened any more than you can change what you are, Danse.”
“I didn’t choose this,” he immediately spat.
“Yet you never saw me draw a gun on you for it!” The survivor’s anger was rising with the fury he saw on the former soldier’s face. “Are you going to shoot me just because your boyfriend’s a ghoul now?”
Danse grimaced, dropping his aim. “Dammit, of course I’m not. I just... I needed to think. I don’t know if this is something I can get past.”
The ghoul flinched a little; he had been expecting this all along. Even with the revelation of Danse being a synth, it hadn’t changed the soldier’s personality. If anything, he was still struggling to get rid of his own self-loathing over it. It was too much to ask him to accept this while he was still coming to grips with what he was.
“Okay. That’s okay,” the ghoul murmured, even though it wasn’t. “I know it’s a big adjustment. We can take it slow.”
The way Danse looked at him from now on changed, and he couldn’t stand it. They slowly drifted apart until they inevitably broke up.
MacCready (platonic)
“The fuck-- er hell -- heck-- happened to you?”
MacCready fumbled over the words, flustered as he stared at his now-ghoul best friend. The survivor proceeded to explain what had happened out in The Glowing Sea, while the mercenary slowly shook his head.
“We could’ve... hell, I would’ve probably done the same. Does it... does it hurt?” he awkwardly asked, examining the ghoul’s ravaged face.
“Not anymore,” the survivor admitted, and MacCready nodded, though looked grim.
“You’re lucky you didn’t die. But, hey, look at the bright side. Now you can go to the Glowing Sea all you want. No more Rad-X and Rad Away to worry about, plus you’re practically immortal as far as aging goes.”
“That is an impressive list of pros,” the ghoul claimed, a genuine smile crossing his face -- one that MacCready mirrored. The fact that he became a ghoul didn’t change anything with MacCready; he was used to their appearances.
MacCready (romanced)
“The fuck-- er hell -- heck-- happened to you? Are you okay?”
MacCready hesitantly reached out and touched his face, prodding the trenches seared within the flesh to see if they were tender. Concern creased his brow, and it was obvious to see that he was panicking.
“I’m fine. I just underestimated The Glowing Sea,” rasped the ghoul, trying to shrug off the concern. He felt embarrassed of the scrutiny -- and the fact that he had gone there alone, without informing his boyfriend. “I didn’t think this would happen.”
“You could’ve died! You don’t just go into somewhere like that alone,” the merc insisted, his hand falling. “I’m here to watch your back.”
“I know, I just... thought it would be okay.”
MacCready sighed. “I’m still mad.”
“I made it back in one piece, didn’t I?”
He shook his head. “You’re missing your nose.”
The survivor grimaced; that was probably the part of the transformation that bothered him the most. It felt strange, having a nasal cavity there instead. “Oh yeah. I, uh... understand if this changes things.”
“What things? Your ability to wear glasses?” MacCready snorted.
“I --” That caught him by surprise, and he chuckled. “No, I meant between us.”
He looked startled, as if he had never even considered it. “What, you take me for shallow? So you got a bit irradiated and lost your nose.” He shrugged. “It happens.”
MacCready moves closer, reaching out to entwine his fingers with his boyfriend’s. “I’m mad that you didn’t take me with you, but I’m happy you’re okay. That’s all that really matters.”
#fallout 4 imagine#fo4 imagine#fallout imagine#john hancock#paladin danse#maccready#m!ss#ghoulification#this was such an interesting prompt#Anonymous
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