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hawoo i like your writings soooooo much!!! can i request something like dottore as our father? like we're his child, literally. can be biological or adopted, up to u!!
His Legacy
Dottore doesn't have the time nor energy to find a lover and create a child with them. He doesn't even want to adopt one, there's a lot of processes that needs to be done before he can officially adopt said child.
If he wants a child, he prefers them to have his genes, a child that can follow in his footsteps and have the same knowledge as he does but from a different perspective of theirs.
What better way to make a child than in the laboratory.
After a month of finding the perfect resources and killing countless women to obtain the proper egg cells, he was able to create an infant, you.
He welcomed you into the world with a grin, his eyes staring back at yours, just the same color as his. He noticed your hair was blue as well, with the tips being a different color, possibly from the unknown mother's genes but he doesn't mind.
The segments all stood on one side of the room while staring at you, currently being held by Dottore himself as he held you out to the segments.
"What is that tiny thing?" "It looks like us but the tips of their hair is a different color." "Are they a failed segment?"
"This child you see before you is mine. I created them in the laboratory using a random woman's egg cell and adding my sperm cell to it. I expect the rest of you to take care of them as well. As for the name... let's call it (Y/n)."
You weren't much of a talker through the years of growing up but Dottore did found out your teeth were sharp like his, he was proud of himself to be able to create you that got most of his characteristics.
He personally taught you everything he knows, from the concept of science itself all the way to the medical field. You're already an expert at opening up a corpse at the fine age of nine without even vomiting or even disgusted at the sight and scent of blood.
Sometimes, the other harbingers would forcefully carry you out of the laboratory just to be able to enjoy the outside world and explore more, much to Dottore's annoyance.
Without the others knowing, Dottore would call a segment and order them to follow you and make sure that you're okay without being caught by his fellow harbingers.
You were given the nickname 'Mini Dottore' by Childe.
Whenever the eleventh harbinger called you that nickname, he would end up in your father's laboratory with a large bloody bite wound on either his arms or legs, courtesy of you.
On special experiments that requires a living test subject, Dottore wouldn't allow you to join in on the experiment, you would be taking the job of an assistant if an occasion arises.
Yes he taught you how to hold a scalpel and how to open up a body but he did it with a dead one. He didn't want you to kill a living organism yet, he may be crazy but he's not crazy enough to let his child watch a person screaming to death.
The segments would use you as a secret weapon if they were told to ask Pantalone for more fundings for their projects. They knew how the regrator couldn't say no to you. You may be a mini version of your father but you're way more adorable than him is what Pantalone stated.
We know Dottore's hair is usually around shoulder length but he doesn't know how to style it. With you in the picture, he had to deal with your hair because it would be everywhere and it is a big problem. It's either he cuts it short with scissors or style it.
He doesn't style it. He just grabs the nearest sharp object he could use and cut it short. He did thought of styling your hair like his but the idea was quickly thrown to the trash when you pouted at him. Luckily he knows how to do a ponytail, although quite messy but he makes sure it doesn't get in the way of your tasks.
Dottore would often be puzzled whenever he would see you caring for animals that were supposed to be used for his experiments. He concluded that this kind personality of yours could have belonged to the woman he killed back then, whoever she was. At least he didn't have to tell you who your mother was if you ever asked him, you were made in a pod chamber in his laboratory after all.
It may not seem like it but Dottore is proud to have you as his child. Aside from the new opinion and perspective he benefited from you, you grew on him and made him care for you.
'Father's little helper' is the nickname Dottore would coo at you whenever you assisted him with his experiments.
The segments treated you as their little sibling, making sure you're safe from harm. Doesn't matter if they get injured themselves because they can handle it but you on the other hand, are more fragile than them.
Dottore promised himself that he would never make you experience the things he went through in his past. He would never make you feel like a monster like he had endured back then.
Some would call you the second harbinger's apprentice, others would call you his pet.
The harbingers however, calls you Dottore's legacy.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#dottore#dottore x reader#zandik x reader#il dottore#female reader#gender neutral reader#il dottore x reader#child reader
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Tech/Reader | 5.2k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced reader, sex pollen, oral sex, experienced Tech, Tech with dom tendencies, Tech is a tease, mention of illness, mention of needles
While scavenging a (mostly) abandoned science facility, you are dosed with a mysterious substance. Tech offers assistance.
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You had yet to have a mission with (the former) Clone Force 99 that didn’t end up going sideways, and it was getting to the point you wondered if the galaxy had something out for you.
When you were first introduced to the team of ex-troopers on Ord Mantell you didn’t expect you’d be seeing much of them after that. You did the odd job for Cid now and again - being a war refugee wasn’t the most stable of lifestyles - and every time you showed up at least one of them was parked in the parlor. After a while, you had begun to join them on select jobs and had gotten to know them fairly well - especially since every one of the missions ended up with someone hurt, kidnapped, or, as in this case, dosed with an experimental drug.
“All clear,” a modulated voice confirmed from ahead of you. Rubbing your arm where the crazy scientist had managed to jab you, you joined Tech in the doorway of an empty storeroom. You and he had been separated from the rest of the crew and were currently wandering around the lower levels of the science facility you had been sent to salvage. The power was out from a large overload, trapping you in the dark labyrinth for the time being.
“Let’s rest here,” Tech decided, pulling off his helmet and setting it on a crate. “I’ll try to make contact with the Marauder.”
“All right.” You walked over to a crate opposite the one he was leaning against, hopping up on it with a grunt. Pulling down your sleeve, you tried to get a good look at where you had been jabbed with the syringe.
Cid had promised that the place was abandoned, which turned out to be extremely untrue. Some unhinged scientists had stuck around, and when you had stumbled on one in what was supposed to be an empty laboratory you had ended up in a scuffle. Thankfully Tech was right behind you and quickly neutralized your assailant, but not before a needle was slammed into the flesh of your upper arm.
It seemed to be ok, you decided. You’d probably end up with a bruise, but other than a dull throb there didn’t seem to be much damage.
“How is it?” Tech questioned, not looking up from his datapad. At first, you had freaked out, thinking you had been poisoned, but a calm analysis by your quick-witted companion had been able to confirm that whatever it was in the syringe wasn’t going to kill you. It was still unclear what exactly it was, but you had relaxed a bit knowing that you weren’t going to keel over, foaming at the mouth.
“It’s fine, I think,” you answered. “A little sore.”
“Mmm,” was his simple response. You didn’t mind - in fact, you had become quite fond of Tech’s particularly blunt way of addressing things. He didn’t mince words and got straight to the point, something you appreciated after years of dealing with pirates and scavengers and countless others who survived by deceiving others. It was a refreshing change of pace, working with someone whom you could trust.
“Any luck?” You inquired, tilting your head at the device in Tech’s hands. He sighed and set it off to the side.
“Unfortunately not,” he said. “Whatever EMP pulse it was that shook this place and got us separated from the others also fried my datapad, and I don’t have the necessary tools to repair it.”
You raised a brow. “Really? Nothing in all those pockets of yours?”
“No,” Tech pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not this time. An oversight on my end.”
Looking around, you rummaged through some of the crates and discovered a store of medical linens. Divvying them up, you settled against the crate with an exhausted sigh.
“Might as well bunker down then,” you said. “It’s been a long day.”
“Indeed,” Tech concurred.
—
Several boring hours later, the two of you sat side by side against a crate, finishing off some rations.
“So what do you think these guys were doing here?” You queried, wiping crumbs off your hands.
Tech cleared his throat, launching into a hypothesis. “From what info I was able to collect, it seemed they were working on biological warfare agents. Enhancing illicit substances, things like that. A lucrative business.”
You frowned. “I’m not going to get the plague, am I?”
“No, I don’t believe so,” Tech affirmed. “The work being done here seemed to be more on the subtle side. Designed to impact smaller targets in specific ways.”
“Like what?” You were curious, and thankfully Tech liked to explain things as he expanded on his guesses.
“Mind-altering drugs that impair judgment, or create paranoia,” he listed. “Substances intended to embarrass or cause people to debase and humiliate themselves.”
“Sounds like you have firsthand experience.”
He glanced at you. “There was an interesting situation where were evacuating a senator from a separatist prison. She had been injected with a drug that caused her to exhibit fewer inhibitions when it came to soliciting others. It was quite the struggle to let her down, due to her impaired state of mind.”
“She propositioned you?” You asked incredulously.
“Yes. Rather forcefully,” Tech mused. “I had to restrain her, in the end.” He let out of huff of amusement at the memory. “I have never preferred my sexual partners to be those in positions of power, much to her disappointment. It creates an inherent power imbalance that I am not particularly interested in.”
You gaped, mouth open lamely. That was not the way you had expected that story to end. Tech had always come off as someone who would be uninterested in such frank expectations around sex.
“You look surprised,” Tech observed, and you sputtered.
“No, it’s just - I just thought that-“ you trailed off, realizing you were only digging yourself deeper into a hole of embarrassment.
“You thought that out of my brothers, I was the least likely to have experience with sexual intercourse,” Tech stated matter-of-factly. He had a way of saying things so casually in situations others would be uncomfortable in, and this seemed to be another one of those.
“I - yeah,” you admitted. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed something like that. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Shrugging, Tech looked back down at his dead datapad, fiddling with some wires.
“It is a logical conclusion,” he remarked. “I am aware that my attributes do not lead one to associate me with sexual situations.”
You frowned. Was he calling himself unattractive?
“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” you countered. “I- you’re very handsome, Tech.” You flushed at your admission, wondering if you were overstepping.
He tilted his head towards you again, one brow raising in question. “I am a clone. We vary little in our appearances.”
“I’m serious,” you huffed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “Sure, clones are clones, but you and your brothers look quite a bit different from your average trooper. And not in a bad way.”
He held your gaze for a breath longer than necessary before returning it to the device in his lap. “Thank you,” he acknowledged, after a brief silence.
Thankful that your conversation had relaxed, you leaned against the crate and stared up at the ceiling, lit dimly by a flickering inset light.
A dull throb of discomfort made you wince. Pressure was starting to build behind your eyes, like a headache. “I think I’m going to try to sleep,” you decided, and went to the corner where you had set up a makeshift bed.
Tech just nodded and re-focused back on the datapad. Rolling onto your side, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself asleep.
You woke a while later, what little sleep you had experienced restless and uncomfortable. Sweat made your thin shirt cling to your shoulders and chest, and your mouth was drier than Tatooine.
Looking around for your canteen, you hastily downed what water was left in it. It wasn’t enough, but it helped a bit. Your head hurt, your blood felt like it was on fire, and there was an ache between your legs that hadn’t been there a few hours ago.
“Ah. You’re awake,” Tech’s voice chirped from the doorway. He stepped inside and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “I was expecting you to still be out.”
“Can’t sleep,” you rasped. “I think whatever that scientist injected is starting to kick in.” You rubbed your eyes and glanced up at your companion.
“Hmm.” Stepping forward, Tech took your chin in hand and tilted your head to the side. “What kinds of symptoms are you experiencing?”
“I’m burning up,” you mumbled miserably. “My head hurts, and -“ you trailed off, feeling shy once again. You were not about to admit to Tech that you were starting to feel incredibly aroused.
“And?” Tech prodded.
“Nothing,” you deflected. “That’s all.”
Another brow raise, and you suspected he could tell you were not being honest. Thankfully, he didn’t push the subject, and let go of your chin before wandering back over to his own bedroll.
“I was able to make contact with the others. They had to flee, but will be back here in a few hours,” he said, sitting against the wall. “We can get you medical assistance and investigate the purpose of the drug once it does.”
You nodded, throat too dry to respond. Noticing you shaking your now empty canteen, Tech tossed you his. You downed it in one go, mumbling thanks.
“I’m gonna…try to get some more sleep,” you rasped. Though you doubted it would work, you figured trying to sleep until the rest of the crew arrived might alleviate some of the discomfort coursing through your body.
“Do not hesitate to tell me if your symptoms worsen,” Tech directed, and you sighed and laid back down.
The fire burning under your skin only increased as time went on. You curled up on your side, trying not to whimper or give in to the urge to stick your hands down your pants. Tech wandered in and out of the room, no doubt looking for something to keep his busy mind occupied. Part of you longed to call out to him, beg him to help you alleviate the ache of emptiness in your cunt, but you stilled your tongue and tried to tough it out.
Finally, after a particularly harsh pulse of need, you sat up and leaned against the crate. You pulled up the back of your shirt, pressing it against the cool metal in an attempt to find some comfort from your burning flesh, but it did little to help.
“You have gotten worse,” Tech chimed from across from you. He peered at you intensely, and you wondered how long he had been watching you. You noticed he had stripped out of his armor and was just in his underlayers. “I suspect you are in significant discomfort.”
“Yeah,” you conceded. “It’s making me feel-“ you trailed off, wondering how to explain it to him.
“Your body has increased in temperature and levels of sexual hormones,” Tech stated bluntly. You gaped at him, surprised he had figured it out. Had you been that obvious?
“How did you know?” You asked.
“When I ran a diagnostic when you were injected I got several hits related to amatory agents. It did not seem pertinent to mention at the time,” he explained. “I did not want to make you uncomfortable. Topics of a sexual nature are usually quite private for most.”
“I think we’re past that,” you croaked.
“Agreed.” With a low grunt, he hopped off the crate he was sitting on.
“Perhaps I may assist,” Tech offered. He stood straighter, hands once again clasped behind his back.
You choked out a laugh. “What, put me out of my misery?”
You caught a glimpse of the faintest movement of his lips into a smirk at your jest before it disappeared. “In a way,” he mused.
“I do have limited knowledge of aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing stimulants. I suspect that is what you were injected with, based on your symptoms.” He pushed up his goggles, listing them off. “Increased rate of respiration, dilated pupils, sensitivity in erogenous zones-“
“Ok,” you cut him off, feeling even more flushed at his frank descriptions of your current predicament. “Aphrodisiac, I got it. How are you going to help?”
“I could stimulate you in an attempt to relieve the symptoms,” he continued. “In many cases, these kinds of toxins can be flushed out of the system more rapidly by engaging in amatory expression.”
You blinked up at him - on a good day Tech’s scholarly explanations sometimes flew over your head, but this was a whole new kind of confusion.
“I must be losing my mind,” you rambled. “Because it sounds like you’re offering to fuck this out of my system.“
“That is precisely what I am offering,” Tech confirmed. “In less technical phrasing.”
You chewed over your options. None of them were particularly favorable. You could either lay there in continued misery until the rest of the crew arrived, or sleep with Tech.
In a normal situation, the second option wouldn’t seem so daunting, but you had never slept with anyone before. You had fled your planet at a young age and since then had never been in a place where that kind of experience was feasible. Did you really want this to be your first time - in a dusty storeroom, with someone who was only doing it out of medical need?
A particularly painful pulse to your groin answered for you. Standing with a groan, you looked up at Tech who was patiently waiting for your answer. “I-we can try,” you decided.
Nodding, Tech stepped towards you. Your heart, already thrumming, increased in its tempo as his much taller form closed in. Your breath came out in rapid pulses as he leaned his head down towards yours, his eyes focused intently on your face.
You started to feel overwhelmed. “W-wait,” you pushed on his shoulders, stepping backward away from him. “Hold on, I-“ You wrapped your arms around your chest, creating a barrier.
Tech immediately drew away, tilting his head. “You are nervous,” he observed “Understandable. I will leave if you have changed your mind-“
“No,” you shook your head. “No, I’ve just…I’ve never done anything like this before,” you confessed, staring intently at the ground.
A beat of silence. “Ah. You are a virgin,” Tech replied simply. “Surprising.”
You frowned, looking back up at him. “What?”
“You are a young woman with features many people consider attractive,” he elaborated. “It stands to reason that you would have had those who would have desired you sexually.”
Mind racing - did he just call you attractive? - you shook your head. “No. It just…never felt right. Comfortable,” you faltered.
Tech nodded, rubbing his chin in thought. “That is not unusual,” he affirmed. "Or unwise. Many people experience dissatisfaction stemming from unsuitable sexual partners.”
“I’m a little out of my element,” you muttered. “I don’t know what to do.”
There was a gleam of something unreadable in Tech’s gaze, and he leaned forward. You breathed out, eyes wide and body frozen. He hovered over you again, your back pressed up against the crate and neck craning to look up at him.
“That is quite all right,” he assured, taking your chin in his hand again. “I do.”
With that, he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and exploratory, sending shivers up your spine. You shuddered against him, and he took that as an affirmation to press against you more firmly.
Relaxing your body, you allowed Tech to move closer, legs spreading to allow him to slot himself against your trembling form. Your hands came up to grasp at his firm biceps as he pulled away from your mouth. You panted, eyes fixed on his slightly swollen lips.
“I want you to tell me if you are uncomfortable at any point,” he instructed lowly. “Due to your enhanced state you may not feel the usual discomfort, but seeing as you have never done this before, there is still the chance you may-“
“Tech,” you pleaded, interrupting him. His touch had ignited something inside of you, and you pressed up against him. You knew that when this was over you would be grateful for his concern, but right now you just wanted him to kiss you again.
“Please,” you whispered, and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed roughly. You wondered how you looked in his eyes - flushed, aroused, body fervently pleading for his. Did he like it? Or was this just clinical for him? Your lust-addled mind wanted him to like it. You wanted him to like you.
Clearing his throat, Tech leaned back down. This time you met his mouth with your own, sighing at the way he licked your lips before his tongue slid over yours. He pulled back, and your whine at the loss turned into another sigh as he kissed from your jaw, down your arched neck to your collarbone. Grasping the hem of your shirt, he pulled it off your damp skin and let out the smallest of exhales at the sight of your bare chest.
“Brilliant,” he mumbled. With impressive strength, he grasped your hips and sat you up on the crate so that your chest was level with his head. Dipping his head down again, he placed more soft, open kisses on your skin. One of your hands went from his arm to his head as his clever tongue lathed over the peak of one breast - the sensation made you gasp, shocks of pleasure cascading down to your slick cunt.
“Sensitive,” Tech noted, voice husked as he moved from one peaked nipple to the other. “A result of the drug, perhaps?” His teeth pulled on your nipple, gentle yet firm, and you arched into it. “Or maybe you’re always like this.”
“D-don’t know,” you stuttered. “You’re the first one to d-do this…”
A pleased hum, and Tech looks up at you. “Fascinating,” he husked. You wondered if he liked that - being the first man to touch you, kiss you, see you bare in this way. It would certainly fit with his curious nature.
He trails his mouth down your body, lips ghosting over your soft flesh. He comes to the top of your leggings and leans back. Taking them in his hands, he begins to pull them down your thighs, your hips lifting to assist.
“Have you never experienced any kind of sexual contact, or just not penetrative sex?” He inquired, slipping your drenched panties down your legs as well.
“Nothing,” you mumbled. “Just…just myself.” You had explored your own body a few times, but a lack of experience and motivation had never brought you any kind of significant relief.
“Nothing,” he repeats, and pushes your shoulders gently so that you are laying back on top of the crate, your hips pulled to the edge. Tech kneels, and you prop yourself up nervously, realizing what he was intending to do.
“I- I think I’m pretty ready,” you squeak. “You don’t have to do that-“ You trail off as he flicks his eyes from the apex of your thighs to your face. He lifts his goggles off, placing them down neatly at your side.
“This is your first time,” Tech’s gaze is firm, determined. “I would be remiss if I did not give you the experience you deserve.” His hands come to spread your thighs, and even through the fog of your lust, you burn at the thought of him staring at your glistening folds. One of his hands moves from your thigh, and he runs two fingers over your cunt, pressing at the swollen, sensitive flesh. You let out a moan as he repeats the motion, applying pressure on your clit with his knuckles.
He settles his face between your legs comfortably, pulling one of your legs to the side and lifting the other to rest on his shoulder. With one last glance at your smoldering expression, he dips down and lathes his tongue from your leaking hole up over your clit.
You gasp, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. Every new sensation up to this point had been more pleasurable than the last, but this? The feeling of Tech’s tongue licking your cunt purposefully was nearly indescribable. It was more than just the physical sensation; it was also the visual of this man kneeling before you with his head between your thighs. Something about Tech had always seemed so untouchable, unattainable, yet here he was, mouthing against your cunt on a dusty floor.
“No need to silence yourself,” Tech chides, a frown on his brow. “There is no one around to overhear, and I would like verbal confirmation of your pleasure.”
“O-okay,” you breathe shakily, moving your hand from your mouth. Satisfied, Tech returns to his work dutifully.
You oblige his request with soft panting and gasps, and let your fingers run tentatively over his scalp. He hums in affirmation against you, making you twitch from the subtle vibration.
He focuses on your clit as something bright begins to spark inside of you. You know what an orgasm is - theoretically - and lay your head back down as Tech draws you closer. He alternates between kitten licks and sucking, and a tremble starts in your lower body. As it builds so does your anticipation. It’s almost overwhelming, and Tech notices you fighting it.
“Let it happen,” he soothes. “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better once you come.” More attention to your pulsing clit, and your leg begins to shake as your orgasm crests.
Your back arches stiffly, your mouth opening into a silent gasp. Tech holds you firm, licking and kissing your cunt all the way through it. Warmth, like liquid lightning, explodes from where his mouth meets your body, and for a moment you think you’ll never come down from it.
Eventually, you come to, leaning up back on your elbows as Tech stands. He wipes his chin with a thumb absently, and you stare at how his lips glisten with you.
“Was that your first orgasm?” Tech queries. You nod, still in a haze. He smirks ever so slightly, clearly pleased with himself.
“How do you feel?”
You frown, trying to think. Much of the burning sensation is gone, but there’s still an ache deep inside of you that has yet to be satisfied.
“Empty,” you decide, and Tech lets out another terse breath. You look down at his waist - he is stripped to just his blacks, and there is a prominent bulge pressing against the dark fabric. Your mouth suddenly waters, and you lurch forward, startling Tech.
He stabilizes you with his hands on your shoulders. “Careful,” he warns.
“I want to make you feel good,” you insist. “Teach me how to touch you.”
His throat bobs again as he swallows roughly. “Another time,” he placates. “This time is about you.”
He slides his blacks down, revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your cunt pulses in anticipation. You’d never seen a man's penis outside of images on the ‘net, so you didn’t have a lot of references, but you were pretty sure he was more endowed than the average male. So much so that even through the insistence of the drug you were concerned if he would fit inside you.
Tech comes forward to kiss you again, pulling you towards him. Sliding his arms under your bare thighs, he pulls you off the crate and walks you over to where his bed linens are spread out. Breaking from your mouth, he lays you down, hovering over your body and slotting himself between your legs. He shuffles forward, groin meeting yours, and rubs the head of himself through your slick.
“Remember what I said,” he directs lowly, and you nod. Satisfied, he grasps your hips and positions his cock at your entrance.
You wince at the pressure and the push; not from pain, but from the experience of a new sensation. Even through the enhancement the drug has placed on your body, he stretches you, splits you. Your mind races, trying to find the words to describe how it feels to have his cock inside of you - full, big, deep - finally deciding that it just feels right.
A groan from above you snaps your focus back externally, and you look up at Tech’s face. His brow is furrowed, not unlike when he is focusing on a problem.
“Are you ok?” You whisper, and he nods, head dipping to see where he is feeding himself into you. He pushes forward, thrusting more of his cock into your body.
“Yes,” he breathes out. “You are very tight, even with the effects of the drug.”
Clocking your concerned expression, he dips his head down to capture your mouth in another kiss. “It is - you feel incredible,” he assures. “I’m going to move now.”
Tech starts out slow, the drag of his cock up and then down intended to get you acclimated. Your legs come up to hook over his hips, and you bite your lip at the way your body is dragged against his.
You sigh in pleasured satisfaction, eyes closing and body relaxing into the rough medical blankets. Above you, Tech watches the way your mouth opens and brings a hand up to caress your swollen bottom lip.
“How does it feel?” Tell me,” he requests. Your brow furrows as you try to find the words, and he urges you on with another purposeful thrust.
“Good,” you cry. “Stars, Tech- it’s so good.” You roll your hips up to meet his, body purring with gratification at the strained breath it draws from him.
“What feels good?” He prods. His hips circle, and you choke at how he seems to know exactly where you need him inside of you.
“Your cock. S’big. Filling me up,” you mewl. “I l-like it, Tech.”
“Good girl,” he breathes out, and you clench at the praise. His pace quickens, and you know that you’ll feel the ache of him inside you for days after this.
You feel an orgasm building once more, though this time it is sparking from deeper inside of you. There’s a particular spot inside of your cunt that his cock rams against over and over, precise and intentional. One of his hands comes down to press softly against your swollen clit, and you let out a squeak at the sensation. You try to fight down your release, wanting to drag this out as long as you can.
“I…am not going to last much longer,” Tech professes, voice tense. You let out a low wail. “Where do you want me to come?”
“Inside me,” you beg instantly. “Come in me Tech, please. I need it.” It isn’t an exaggeration - your nerves scream for him to spill his seed inside of you, to satisfy the fire under your skin. It’s what you need to relieve the ache that has been building for hours.
“P-persuasive,” he chokes, gripping your hips and fucking himself into you harder. “If you insist-“
Your legs, hooked over his thin waist, tighten their grip around him. You cease fighting your impending release, enjoying the way your cunt flutters around Tech’s iron-hard cock. He is enjoying it as well if the way his mouth opens in a low gasp is any indication.
“T-tech,” you rasp, and his gaze snaps to your face. A firm hand grasps your chin, and he leans forward, his chest pressing against your own heaving form.
“Look at me when you come,” he demands, and you do your best to do what he says, Your orgasm rolls over you, and you blink away tears of pleasure as he rocks you through it.
His own finish comes during yours, the way your cunt clenches around him wringing from him the orgasm you need him to have. It’s a sight - the normally so put-together man burying his face into the side of your neck to muffle the sound of his pleasure into your sweat-slicked skin. His hips slow their pace as he pulses his release inside of you, giving in to your request for him to finish inside of your desperate cunt.
It takes a moment for both of you to steady your breathing. You throw an arm over your eyes, relief pouring through your body. It feels like dipping into a cold pool of water on a hot day, body returning to a state of equilibrium.
Lifting himself off you slowly, Tech pulls himself out of you at the same time. Your tongue darts out with a gasp at the sensation of something thick leaking out of your still-fluttering cunt. You hear him let out a satisfied noise at the sight, tucking himself back into his underlayers.
“Are you all right?” He questions softly, and you peek out from under your arm to nod.
“Yes,” you shiver. “T-thanks. I feel much better.”
Nodding, Tech leans against the crate, letting out a sigh. “I am…glad to hear it.”
Now that the drug has been placated, your senses returning to normal, you start to feel awkward. Following his lead, you gather your clothes and slip them on quietly, leaning up against the crate next to him. You pull your knees up to your chest and lay your chin on top, wondering if you should say something.
“You are thinking very loudly,” Tech comments, and you flick your eyes at him. His head leans against the crate, turned slightly to pierce you knowingly.
“Is mind reading another one of your enhancements?” You mumble, and he gives you a soft smile.
“No, though that would come in handy at times,” he reckons. “I just mean that you should not feel embarrassed at what has just transpired between us, though it is natural for one to experience those kinds of feeling after their first sexual encounter-“
“Easier said than done,” you challenged half-heartedly. “But thanks. I’m…grateful that you were here.”
“Was it satisfactory?” Tech inquired, and you let out a short laugh.
“Well it’s not like I have a wide frame of reference - but yes,” you admit. “It was…very good.” You clear your throat, embarrassed. “Was it…ok…for you?”
Tech raises a brow at your timid question. “Are you asking if I enjoyed having sex with you?”
You groan and bury your face in your knees, and feel him shuffle closer to you.
“While it may have been born out of medical necessity, it was not a chore,” Tech assures you. He knocks a shoulder against you, and you tilt your head up to pout at him. That’s probably the most direct affirmation you’re going to get from him, you decide. Little wins.
“And I meant what I said,” he continues. “About…another time. If you are not opposed.” Your brows raise in interest, and you clear your throat nervously before asking;
“How long did you say it would take the rest of the crew to get here?"
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Dev Gun
Elliott opened his eyes and immediately winced; slamming them both shut again.
It was too late though, pain lanced through his skull, like two lightning bolts that entered through his eyeballs before ricocheting around his head. He did the only thing he could in this kind of situation and groaned in pain. The sound added to the bombardment and bounced around his skull, taking time to stop and kick the various creases and lumps of his brain as it did.
The human winced again and instinctively curled in on himself, defending himself from the onslaught, only to find that the attack was from within. As time passed, the human found that if he didn't move, didn't speak, didn't open his eyes, and took very shallow breaths, he didn't hurt. He could happily live the rest of his life like this. He'd had his adventures; he'd survived Earth and made it all the way out to a blackhole where he had personally helped advanced the march of science.
He could rest now. He may only be in his twenties, but he'd lived a good life...
The squeak and hiss of the door to the room that the miserable body was laying in caused the curled-up lump to flinch.
"Oh no..." Spoke a soft lyrical voice. "Is he dead or just dying?" It asked, more curious, rather than concern.
Elliott couldn't acknowledge or even understand the voice and merely lay there. The man hoped that if it was a scavenger or predator, they'd either think he was rotting and leave him alone or perhaps, if he was lucky; the beast would finish him off.
Maruu refrained from shaking his head or rolling his eyes. As a male taurian, it was his duty to be upstanding and always maintain his dignity and honour, even if the only person to perceive him appeared to be incapable of opening his eyes. The taurian's hooves barely made a noise on the cool metal of the laboratory floor as he strode over to the human.
These kinds of event weren't what the taurian was expecting when he had answered the summons for a personal assistant at the end of a galaxy spiral. The scientist who owned the hidden science and research station was a different human, one by the name of Doctor Nough. The human Maruu was current crouched over was the long-time suffering assistant; 'Elliott'. The taurian merely glanced at the strange, jerry-rigged weapon that was mere inches from the human's hands.
Maruu had trained himself on many different subjects, as per expectations of a taurian of his breeding and standing, so he knew first aid and how to triage a patient. A clawed thumb pressed into the soft, flesh cheek below the human's eyes causing the eyelid to reveal eyeball. The veins there were coloured purple. Otherwise, Maruu would have described it as 'bloodshot'.
The taurian sighed in disapproval.
"Drugs now Master Elliott?" Maruu asked with a disapproving tone. Allowing himself a click of the tongue, the taurian flowed upright once more and strutted across the room towards a medical cabinet.
"P-please... have mercy...." Mumbled the human.
The taurian allowed a smile to grace his cheeks as he pulled a container, checked its contents and dosage rates. He plucked the canister that contained all the 'Refresher' doses from the cabinet and began to saunter over to the prone human.
"Mercy? My dear Master Elliott... You will find that a male such as myself as been at the mercy of others many times." Maruu explained slowly, relishing the sudden change of power. Maruu wasn't cruel, but when one is born into a society of brutish women and are sidelined and ignored by society as a whole as it believed the best you were was 'eye candy', one enjoyed the moments that the horns changed heads.
Still, as the male folded himself down next to the human, careful not to crease or pinch the silken dress that hung off him, he took a moment to run a caring hand through the young alien male's hair. It was soft hair, unlike the fur that dominated the galaxy.
Maruu raised the human's sleeve and wiped a spot with a disinfectant before touching the pen-like 'Refresher' to the human's arm. There was a quite 'hiss' and the minute judder from the device as it dispensed a dose. Maruu retreated from the human with haste and stood far enough away that he, or more importantly; the taurian's clothes would not be affected by what came next. Maruu plucked the sidearm that was left next to the human from the ground. It was in what could only be described as a 'splash zone' and it appeared like effort had been put into it.
A 'Refresher' was of taurian design. It would flush a patient's system of anything and everything harmful or potentially dangerous. Poisons, drugs, alcohol? All were rapidly removed and filtered from the patient's bloodstream and into their stomach. After which, the fastest and easiest way to get rid of the unwanted matter?
The curled human made a quick noise as his whole body convulsed once, then twice before he tensed across his whole body as his stomach was released onto the laboratory floor. Maruu merely closed his eyes and suffered both the noise and the smell.
Opening his eyes once more, the tuarian turned the weapon in his hands over. He had never fired a weapon himself but knew not to touch the trigger or point the barrel at anything important like a bulkhead or person. Aside from the grip, trigger, and barrel however, the gun was very much strange. It appeared mechanical at first, like an ancient slug thrower, but the exposed circuit board and wires that connected a screen to the gun where the hammer should have been confused the taurian.
The screen was blinking, waiting for a command prompt. The text above the flashing line was; 'Program Loaded, Execute? Y/N'
"What's this Elliott? Why were you taking esquinine tranquilisers?" Asked Maruu, holding the weapon in one hand, ensuring he didn't touch the trigger.
"Because-Because science waits for no man!" Called a slurred voice from deeper within the lab. From behind a desk, Doctor Nough appeared. Unlike Elliott, the human seemed to be fighting the desire to collapse despite his eyes also showing the extremely bloodshot/purple viens.
Maruu sighed through his muzzle and retrieved another Refresher from the canister and swayed over to the good doctor.
"We... *had to* expand... our... minds... no... Why can I not think?" Demanded the human, holding a hand to his head as the taurian approached.
"Because the drugs are wearing off. For one of the smartest creatures, I've ever met, you are quite... challenged at times." Explain Maruu as Doctor Nough presented his own arm. The poor human looked as if he was on the very edge of crumpling to the floor. Maruu merely reached down and plucked a bin from beneath the desk and handed it to the doctor whilst the taurian slipped away.
Maruu had cared for many female taurians in the past. It was a thankless task, but that was the unspoken duty of taurian males. If not for them, the women would merely be without a guiding hand.
The recovery rate once Refreshers were given was quite a marvel. Within a scant few minutes, both Elliott and Nough were finished wiping their mouths and mobile once more. Once they seemed stable and could answer questions without slurring their words, Maruu presented the strange gun once more.
"What is this and do I need to be worried?" Asked the taurian firmly, crossing his arms and staring disapprovingly at the pair of humans. To their credit they both seemed appropriately chastised. However, both of them seemed to know what the device was, both with equal fear and respect for it.
"So, I do need to be worried." Finished Maruu, briefly touching a set of fingers to his forehead where his own headache was beginning.
"How did... Does it work?" Asked Elliott.
"The drugs... it worked... We did it... But... if it does work... Not only could we easily kill ourselves, one misfire and we could tear a whole world from its orbit..." Doctor Nough immediately responded, quickly assessing the dangers that this apparent doomsday weapon had.
"Doctor Nough... I will not be part of-"
"My dear Maruu, my science is often a question of if I can. Once I have the answer to that question, then comes the moral ones. I have no intention of this existing for longer than today."
Elliott and Maruu both stared at the human doctor who merely sighed and blinked, looking down forlornly at the weapon.
"It must be disposed of into the blackhole. It cannot exist in this galaxy and I sleep with a clean conscious..." Declared the good doctor.
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#conservationverse#cuddleverse#human#hfy#haso#humans are space orcs#furry#human x furry#taurian#bull
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Fun facts about Pollo Miller
He was born in Brazil in the state of Sao Paulo
He is 30 years old
He is autistic level 1
He joined the Toppats in his late teens to build weapons and things for the clan, he worked for a famous scientist who unfortunately betrayed him and tried to kill Pollo.
Pollo's favorite food is stroganoff and cheese bread, and his favorite fruit is oranges.
Pollo gets uncomfortable when someone touches him without permission, or a stranger he doesn't know touches him. He is sensitive to touch sometimes, so ask before you touch him!
The antennas on his hat are connected to his gloves, and also to his goggles… If you change the antenna settings, Pollo turns into a TV or a kind of radio because of these antennas, turning his goggles into a screen XD
He has a pet rat "Test subject 73"
Pollo is a fan of the Brazilian soccer team "Corinthians"
Pollo is very good at physics and astronomy. He's also very good at engineering. But he has a secret hyperfixation about aliens
Even though he often looks angry or annoyed, he may not be angry! He has a hard time showing emotions or facial expressions, so if you're in doubt as to whether he's okay or not, ask!
He has already caused 55 explosions in the Toppats' laboratory, and all of them were chemical experiments that went wrong
He's a workaholic and is always building something for the clan, he builds everything Reginald asks him to and has built some cyborg parts of RHM
He has already had a medical license but lost it due to lack of proper care during surgeries (he slept during the surgery…. WAIT HE DID THE RHM SURGERY?!)
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He may sometimes act like a mad scientist and want to play god with science, this led to him losing his medical license XD
His gloves are gravity gloves that allow him to control and lift whatever he wants into the air
#thsc#henry stickmim collection#henry stickman fanart#henry stickmin oc#thsc pollo miller#toppat clan#henry stickmin collection#lol#the henry stickmin collection#fun facts
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y’know, I somewhat recall you saying you had your own J&H adaptation, Any fun facts about it itself or J&H? (You give me asks I’ll give you one right back)
Hello, although I only have the 0,1% completed which is like, a summary of eight/nine months of work, I am still very excited to share my little alternative universe; it takes inspiration from many other adaptations, mainly the musical and The Glass Scientists. A lot of things are placeholders for something bigger and completely original, and it's supposed to blend with actual history, meaning that in some way it is historically accurate at some extent, considering I am making extensive researches about the Victorian Era and how it works, with the help of books and articles online. It's quite hard to make it 100% accurate of course, but most Jekyll and Hyde adaptations tend to ignore the fact that this is set in a very specific period of time, and they also tend to focus more on which character sucks the most dicks rather than the original message(s) of the novella. I don't like stories which solely focus on the characters being queer and that's clear, and while LGBTQ+ is included in Apotheosis, that doesn't mean that its the main focus; sure, it is talked about, but it's a part of the story and not the main story. I'm not saying that there should be a correct way of writing adaptations, but rather, that the world should feel alive and dynamic. It is important to establish worldbuilding, and make it a present part of the story, because it SHAPES the characters. I think that whilst you do not need a degree in history to write about J&H or the victorian era, it's important to know at least the basics of how the society worked, the advancements and how they affected society, etc.
Now, the victorian era is quite interesting when it comes to progress. In 1879 the first psychology laboratory was established in Germany, and many other advances in medicine were made, there were the first feminist movements, the two industrial revolutions (second in 1870-1914), what I'm trying to say is that the 19th century is a very important period of our time, at least for eurocentric history, and it's so curious to think how some of these inventions are just two centuries old. Not to mention that by 1888, the Bloody Code (which was how the severe law system of England was called, which focused on social punishment rather than rehabilitation, and the death penalty was very common even for lesser crimes by public execution) had been largely replaced and the death penalty wasn't in use anymore. The world was changing and advancing, and what does that mean for the most conservative classes, especially those who were in high favor to such horrible practices, especially when towards the lower and most despised classes? What does it mean for the poor and ostracized, especially considering the precarious conditions of orphanages, poorhouses and such? Fun fact: this was one of the battles the Crown itself, or rather, Queen Victoria, as a woman and mother, advocated for this, especially when most of its components were children, which were there for various reasons. And what about the emerging middle classes, the so despised noveau nobillty?
Medicine was both revered and feared, because while advancements were made in medical science, many treatments were still primitive and often painful. Additionally, the lack of understanding about germs and proper sanitation led to high mortality rates in hospitals, contributing to a general fear and distrust of medical practices among the public; not to mention that writers were starting to talk about the dangers of medicine (ex. Frankenstein), not to mention that there was the Royal Society that, while it promoted scientific inquiry, knowledge and collaboration, it certainly would've found itself debating about the inclusion of rogue science as effectively, a science.
It is important to know the rest of the hystorical context in which Apotheosis finds itself in, which is that of a very important migration of citizens from Ireland to London (including jews who were fleeing from the pogroms, popular riots against religious minorities which were happening in the Russian Empire), and all of them gathered in the East End of London, where Whitechapel was. It didn't take long for overpopulation (which was already a recurring issue in London) to happen, and for Whitechapel to be redeemed a generally unsafe place like all the other slums, not to mention all the popular disorders and the increase of violent repression from the London Metropolitan Police (ex. Bloody Sunday, which caused at least two deaths, it was basically a manifestation in which the Social Democratic Federation advocated for the end of unemployment, better working conditions and a right to vote for all adult men, other than supporting the Irish National League against the oppression the british were putting them through); it's in this context, that from august-november of 1888, Jack the Ripper terrifies London; 16 are the suspected victims, 5 the ones which had been confirmed, but what if I told you that there is actually more to this tale, when people thought that the Ripper was still amongst them due to how ineffective the police system was at the time, and that some murders associated with him weren't actually the Ripper's doing?
General Lord Glossop, a member of the council which oversees the Royal Society, was found dead after attending the funeral of His Grace, the Bishop of Basingstoke. The body was found the next morning, January 1889; the method of killing appeared to be strangulation as confirmed by trained medical professionals. This was the second governor who happened to die under mysterious circumstances which, were associated with the Ripper itself, as the methods were basically the same. On December 1888, the body of an unidentified underage prostitute and the terribly mutilated corpse of His Grace, the Bishop of Basingstoke, were found in the streets of a London slum, following the same criteria of that which seemed to reflect that of Jack the Ripper.
A member of the Marchetti family, Miss. Maia Marchetti, requested an immediate revision of the autopsies to prove that the killer wasn't Jack The Ripper, but rather another unnamed man who yet had to be caught; she founded her thesis on the two, crucial facts that the murderer had only ever killed members of the aristocracy and one single prostitute for the sole fact that she could've potentially acted as a witness for the case, and there wasn't any fury exhibited towards her corpse, and Thomas Bond (profilier of Jack The Ripper) stated that the Ripper didn't have any anatomical knowledge, and the body appeared to have been mutilated with such a precision which could only belong to those with a great anatomical knowledge, possibly a doctor.
On another note, she had managed to gather ten prostitutes together, who worked in the same zones where the homicides happened, to declare in a written letter to Scotland Yard, that an unknown, violent and unpleasant man with an odd fascination with sadomasochism, had been with them. However, this request was denied, and the letter archieved, until the inspector on the case Scott Newcomen presented the same thesis, thus obtaining a revised autopsy report, this time conducted by Dr. Hastie Lanyon, who brought some interesting discoveries to the table. It is important to note to the case that, the two men had died because of a basilar skull fracture, while the prostitute seemed to truly have died because of strangulation, like it had already been ascertained.
Due to the sheer brutality of the murders and the fact that they involved members of the aristocracy, the media was following this case with great attention, and reporting on it extensively (and of course great pressure was put on the authorities to solve the crimes quickly). Considering that this man happened to principally target members of the upper classes who had a significant role in society, save if there were any eye-witnesses, speculations that these might be murders made for socio-politic reasons committed by a member of the lower classes, seeing the location and circumstances, caused heightened tensions between social classes.
Other members of the council, such as Lady Beaconsfield and Sir Archibald Proops, perished under the same circumstances. An interesting parallelism is that many unreliable letters were sent to Scotland Yard and to Central News Agency; some were written by well-intentioned citizens, providing information towards the capture of the killer; however, the majority of them were deemed useless and consequently ignored. Hundreds of letters were written by people claiming to be the killer, and although this letter wasn't redeemed important and considered a fake, and consequently scrapped, a letter had been signed with the name Edward Hyde. And that's how people started to identify the man. Another letter described the man as someone who had a rancid aura around him, with an area of deformity which couldn't be quite explained by any actual malformations; he had long, golden locks. And unfortunately, these were the only small details which also happened to have been confirmed in the first letters those ten prostitutes wrote. A first rough identi-kit and criminal profile was made by Dr. Hastie Lanyon.
The slayings were the handiwork of a solitary individual, a robust young man aged between eighteen and twenty-three, possessed of a brazen yet unflappable demeanor, bearing obscure physical anomalies difficult to discern. Though yet too youthful to grace the circles of high society, Edward Hyde presented himself in attire befitting a gentleman of esteem, maintaining habitual visits to dens of iniquity, whilst displaying a remarkable acumen in matters anatomical, suggestive of a scholarly pursuit, perhaps that of the medical sciences.
The fact that it was clearly a member of the aristocracy seemingly fell deaf to the ears of the media, which constantly sidetracked the police investigations, misleading them and accusing innocents of being Edward Hyde and fabricating evidence with the excuse of pursuing justice, when in reality this just caused more social disadvantages and disorders which ended with popular uprisings; an interesting phenomenon to note, is that of many women sent romantic letters to those who were suspected to be Edward Hyde, and many visited the locations in which the murders happened in hopes of meeting the Prince of Disaster.
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On March 11th 1955 Sir Alexander Fleming died.
Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin, whose use has saved untold millions of lives. Less well-known is that before making this world-changing discovery, he had already made significant contributions to medical science.
In 1914 World War 1 broke out and Fleming, aged 33, joined the army, becoming a captain in the Royal Army Medical Corps, working in field hospitals in France.
There, in a series of brilliant experiments, he established that antiseptic agents used to treat wounds and prevent infection were actually killing more soldiers than the infections were!
The antiseptics, such as carbolic acid, boric acid and hydrogen peroxide, were failing to kill bacteria deep in wounds; worse, they were in fact lowering the soldier’s natural resistance to infection because they were killing white blood cells.
Fleming demonstrated that antiseptic agents were only useful in treating superficial wounds, but were harmful when applied to deep wounds.
Almroth Wright, Flemings mentor, believed that a saline solution – salt water – should be used to clean deep wounds, because this did not interfere with the body’s own defenses and in fact attracted white cells. Fleming proved this result in the field. They published their results, but most army doctors refused to change their ways, resulting in many preventable deaths.
Today Penicillin is not as robust at fighting antibodies as it once was, Fleming warned of this in his Nobel Prize winning speech in 1945 when he said "“It is not difficult to make microbes resistant to penicillin in the laboratory by exposing them to concentrations not sufficient to kill them, and the same thing has occasionally happened in the body. The time may come when penicillin can be bought by anyone in the shops. Then there is the danger that the ignorant man may easily underdose himself and by exposing his microbes to non-lethal quantities of the drug make them resistant.”
Alexander Fleming died aged 73 of a heart attack in London on this day in955. His ashes were placed in St Paul’s Cathedral.
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Dottore x GN! reader: Medical ordeals
A/N: Hello! it's been a hot minute since my last post apologies for that, I've been quite held up with all my courses but I have some time off now so hopefully I'll be writing up all the idea I have saved up but for now I do hope you enjoy this fan fiction . This one is in fact based around an experience I've actually been through .
cw: description of a bad medical experience , mentions of blood.
You and Dottore had only become an item a short while ago , although feelings had blossomed much further back it had only become an official thing as of late.
Dottore being a man of science and arguably medicine (albeit the medicine and ‘cures’ he provides are not orthodox to what a morally sound doctor would prescribe) over the time that he has known you he has done his best to collect medical records of yours so that he was aware what either ails you or what you would be prone too. However, try as he might he could never manage to find or secure your dental records and so he had to turn to his last option, asking you himself. Of course, he had asked you to bring anything concerning the matter to him under the premises that he needed more data for a statistic table that he was drawing up , although this was not the case.
You enter his lab the lights just as blindingly bright as always as you walk further into the sterile environment making sure to not touch anything as you wouldn't want to compromise your boyfriends work because of something so trivial. Tightly clutching you proceeded further into the laboratory. As you make your way to the back which is where your lover is most likely is, you notice a few of his clones working some of them were already acquainted with you and in your presence sent you a small wave before continuing their assigned tasks. However, some of the others who were still in the process of warming up to you snarled at you some even hissing , quote the amusing sight yet still very threatening. Doing your best to pay this unusual behaviour no mind , you quicken your pace once his desk come into view with his back facing you. Cautious to not startle the man you walk around the desk so that he is able to see your figure and alert him that you have arrived. Gently setting down the papers you give him a gentle smile. He brings his head up from the paper filled with many equations and diagrams scrawled on with seeming quick haste , he brings his face to look at yours. Somehow he claims he can see perfectly even with his mask on that looks like it covers his eyes , you struggle to comprehend just how he has managed to do this but knowing his genius this was entirely probable. Beneath his mask you watch his features soften and a sharp toothed smile take over the previous frown that was etched onto his face. Yet before you could point anything out or begin to say anything he quickly picks up the papers you had brought him flicking though them reading them at an incredible pace , although this may have been an adaptation in order for him to reduce time wasted on reading so that he can progress even faster with his projects none the less it was still immensely impressive.
You decide to sit down on one of the few chairs by his desk and wait patiently until he finishes. A loud slamming of papers sounds thought the lab , Dottore has quickly set down the papers you had brought to him , the abruptness of the sudden sound making you jump slightly. You tilt your head slightly as you gently ask your lover ‘ Is everything okay ?’ you watch his features change from annoyance to a much softer expression at the mere sound of your voice. After a few moments of silence, he offers you a reply ‘ There seems to be some missing parts to your documents , do you happen to know what happened ?’ at the mention of this your expression changes ,your mouth in resemblances of an ‘o’ as you realise what he was talking about ‘Ah, that….’ you hesitate. Dottore leans in closer so that his face is closer to your own and places his hand on top of yours as if to provide some comfort and as a way of reassurance that what ever you say to him will be safe. With this gesture from him you feel much more comfortable in explaining everything to him.
You take a small breath before conveying what happened in that one undocumented appointment:
You were young and were taken to the dentists in order to get a check up however this ended up with the need of tooth extraction… Unfortunately for you this was not going to be a straight forward as they promised it would be. You were sat in that chair a clear liquid being put onto your gums they were meant to stop any pain form affecting you , yet it wasn't taking effect. Despite knowing this they did not look to find a solution to this and proceeded with the extraction. Metal tools clamping down on your tooth steadying themselves in order to rip it out. Within moments the tooth is pulled out with immense force you could hear your own screams echo through the halls as your mouth began to pool with blood. The throbbing pain echoed thought your mouth and face with tears spilling over and running down your cheeks. This was a moment in your youth you would never forget. The emotionless faces that inflicted such pain on you the lights shining into your face and eyes , the throbbing pain. Everything was etched into your mind. Yet despite this entire ordeal the clinic that you had went to wanted to keep their pristine record of always satisfied patients and so they wiped this appointment and the results clean from any records that would exist. Of course, they are not able to erase someone's memory.
As you finish relating this story to him you noticed how his hand now gripped yours , tight but not tight enough to cause you any harm his face now contorted into a scowl. This was not what he was expecting to hear not in the slightest , although he has witnessed much worse when he conducts his experiments but when it came to you it was … different. You were worthy of being treated like the most precious jewels , so gracefully without bringing you any harm and yet some had the audacity to do such a sloppy job and dare to cover their tracks? Not on his watch. ‘Dottore? I hope this hasn't upset you dear’ You try to bring Dottore back from his thoughts yet as soon as you utter out those few words Dottore quickly proceeds to grab both of your hands with his own. ‘What a bunch of preposterous fools , treating you so poorly have no shame to act in such a way in the name of medicine?!?’ The hypocrisy from him was intense yet you were oblivious to his medical ‘ordeals’ and such his statement seemed comforting. He brings a gloved hand up to touch your cheek staring into your eyes through his mask ‘ My love in my hands you will only be treated with the upmost of care I can assure you with that!’ he vows to you. Being so infatuated with him all you can do it lean into his touch and hum in approval ‘I know my doctor will take good care of me’ you state before kissing his palm.
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How would I write a Paracelsus-like character? I really like her character but don’t know which personality traits to highlight
I can speak only for my perspective, and you may find different approaches depending on the story you want to tell. But to me, what defines Paracelsus is her immense drive. It's what permits her to push aside morals, disgust and even personal safety for the sake of her research.
Think about it: you are a frail student of medicine, untrained in battle. You aren't a medic with army training like the Arbalest or a militant Vestal with magic powers and a mace. You are putting your body on the line every day. Pretty nuts, right? Of course, I'm sure if Paracelsus had her way she'd be safe in a well-equipped laboratory, but even in her backstory she's already pushing boundaries (legal and ethical boundaries included) for the sake of knowledge. She won't be deterred by anything. Science is to Para what the Light is to Damian.
When I think about it, this all suggests that Para's sense of worth comes from what she's able to do, her achievements, how *useful* she can be: to the team, to her discipline, to human history. If you want drama and tragedy, I think this is a great angle to explore.
A thing I find weirdly endearing is how unsqueamish she is. Sure, she's a Plague Doctor, it comes with the territory, but you get the sense she's utterly fascinated with the gross and the gory. She really is a weird little guy (gender neutral).
As a Darkest Dungeon scholar, it is also obligatory that she be full of overconfidence and misplaced pride. It's like. How you get the club card. However, I think there needs to be a balance between her Arrogant Nerd side and the side of her that simply doesn't consider that people could be uncomfortable with her behavior. She's very rough around the edges, socially speaking, but it isn't *all* misanthropy.
Here it is! My short introduction to Doctor Birb :) Hope that helps!
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Truth & Inference - Ulliel Laboratory (+ Belostain & Zinaida) Summary and Thoughts
The Ulliel Laboratory is performing research for the Melodis family. Specifically, the research is said to be "Eternal Beauty" experiments.
Gatto, due to his "outstanding embalming techniques" was able to join the Ulliel "family" and aid in this research. Before then, we know from a young age that he was bullied and pushed away, causing him to be afraid of human interaction, with "Cat" as his only companion, though he yearns "to be acknowledged by the world".
However, while with Ulliel, he gradually discovers all is not as it seems, and eventually decides to seek the truth hidden behind the research's lies. Gatto is working at Ulliel with Paranormal Detective, and Gatto's trailer hints at them discovering all is not right considering Paranormal Detective says "We'll both be accomplices if we continue working for Ulliel".
This relates to how we heard Gatto say he dislikes all the "innocent lives" that have been "desecrated". We hear him say this right after a radio mentions "cases of missing persons still on the rise".
These 2 things are likely connected, as we see Paranormal Detective and Gatto looking shocked as they run into some medical room where we see a number of bodies lying on a number of tables (they seem to all be dead based on what looks like a cloth covering all the bodies).
Therefore, Ulliel is likely behind the missing persons, which they're using for their experiments for their drug, considering Gatto says "All for that damn drug from that insane family".
As we see DM and Salvatore with Rosemary at some event with Gatto, it's possible the "insane family" he's referring to is the Melodis family.
If Gatto saw Salvatore at the facility, so while he was still alive (based on Noir's trailer showing his portrait with a large red X over it), that implies Salvatore was involved with Ulliel and whatever experiments they were performing.
There's a chance the experiments change somewhat after his death but he did know something either way.
Gatto doesn’t leave, as we see Paranormal Detective mad at Gatto and yelling “Why must you stay?!”, but Gatto’s poster did say he was going to “uncover the truth in his own way”.
Later in the trailer, we see he has been investigating everything based on the corkboard we see in front of him which includes Truth and Inference, DM, Bella, what looks like Tuberose, Ulliel, and Rosemary.
He seems to be communicating something to Inference and Truth considering we see Inference picking up a paper with the image of Gatto’s Cat on it.
If he’s been looking for the truth of Ulliel, it’s likely he’s secretly sharing this info he learns with inference.
At the very end of the trailer, we see Gatto wearing a gas mask. I think this may connect to the mention of an "explosion" at the facility based on Gatto's package. From the gas mask, Gatto wanting the truth and to "struggle free", I suspect he might've been the 1 to cause it.
It also says “Theft at Ulliel Research Institute – The Missing Eternal Beauty”. If Gatto caused the explosion, he likely also is behind the theft. It says “Eternal Beauty” was stolen, which should be the drug the facility has been working to develop with their experiments. Maybe he stole it to help expose to the public what the Melodis family and the facility are doing. Maybe he needed it for something, we don’t know for certain yet.
About Paranormal Detective, we know he was a child laborer at a factory, gaining an interest in machinery. After the factory, he took apprenticeships and made inventions. Upon failing to join the Royal Academy of Science, he joined the Ghost Club instead. It’s possible he joined Ulliel after the factory but before he joined the Ghost Club, maybe also after he got some experience during some of his apprenticeships. But he left Ulliel and likely joined the Ghost Club after once he found out the truth of what Ulliel was doing.
Rosemary also joined Ulliel. We first met her at during the Shrouded Belostain. She 1st arrived on Belostain "just a few years" before the events take place and "took control of the island using plants" which she handed out every year to the islands' visitors.
These special plant specimens were created using a "secret formula" of her's, and it was Tuberose/DM's goal to acquire this secret. At the end of the event, we learned she visited Tuberose before disappearing. Tuberose succeeded in earning her trust and she gave him the secret before she escaped Belostain.
Sheriff Jose investigated her. The lighthouse allowed outsiders to sneak onto the island using Rosemary's hidden dock, and these outsider were all hired by DM. Based on Tuberose's comments, it was likely to ensure they were successful in acquiring the secret from her.
The final note about Belostain is regarding Tuberose’s “new paint derived from the plants found on this island, though it is still in the experimental phase of development”. It can cause drowsiness and hallucinations which can make memories hazy.
This is important as it connects to the drugs referenced during Zinaida’s event that likely came from the Ulliel facility, especially as this event even hints to Gatto himself.
Zinaida (as well as her husband) was killed by a drug called Delphi, which is said to be a drug from a failed research project that DM’s laboratory had been working on.
This drug is said to cause hallucinations as well as death.
A 2nd drug is mentioned by Elsa Goodwin (aka Ada) which she used to stop an outbreak at her hospital. She says a “’special’ doctor visited our hospital and introduced us to the experimental drug”. All Ada knows about the doctor is that “he hails from a mysterious family, and it seems that family is closely linked to a type of fern” (the "family" should be the Melodis or the "Ulliel family", if there indeed is an Ulliel family).
One of the drugs side effects involved the children becoming “very quiet”, to which Ada comments “some drugs can cause drowsiness” and aren’t necessarily adverse effects.
Both this drug and Delphi (the failure) used “a special type of fern” (Delphi being made by a “special fern” is confirmed by Succubus). From DM saying the structure of the drug was "unstable" early on, Delphi was likely made before "Eternal Beauty" from the same experiment.
Zinaida killed her husband before Andrew attempted to electrocute him, meaning she was the one to use Delphi on him.
How she acquired is not specified, as DM says he'd never allow a failed experiment on the market. "Ordinary people" wouldn't be able, but he does mention "medical trials". So even if it wasnt on the market, its possible he or the facility could hand it out under the reason of "medical trials". This may have also been how Andrew acquired the drug to use on Zinaida later.
This would tie to how Quivering Flower was banned during the events of Atropos' Ropes/Golden Rose Theater, yet he was still able to hand out the drug to the females he chased.
The drug Ada used for the outbreak at the children's hospital should be "Eternal Beauty". Based on how she mentioned "drowsiness" as a side effect, while Delphi mentions "hallucinations", and both drugs are made from the same ferns, this seems to tie to the paint Tuberose used. Considering both were made from the same ferns, it could make some sense the 2 drugs could share some effects, thus why the paint (which may be Eternal Beauty) might include both drowsiness and hallucinations as a side effect.
Based on Gatto's trailer, it seems like Ulliel and its experiments started with Salvatore. It also seems like Rosemary worked at Ulliel before we met her at Belostain (based on seeing her with Gatto and Salvatore in the trailer). Maybe she came to Belostain after the "explosion" at Ulliel made it impossible to keep working there, but DM sent hired men to the island where she was doing the experiments with her plant specimens to ensure she couldn't escape and would be forced to give her secrets to him. Maybe he needed it to perfect his drugs he's been experimenting with. Maybe he also wanted to make sure no one who knew about the secrets of Ulliel could get away. That could also tie to how Rosemary's end seems to discuss her turning to sea foam/disappearing into the sea.
It would also tie to the poem Tuberose comments he finds that Rosemary kept, which seems to talk about how she is treated well on this island but they "dig deeper and deeper for the truth... the truth of the secret that makes me wilt like a dying flower". Seems to imply something about her time at Ulliel, as the secret that "makes me wilt like a dying flower" should refer to the secret formula DM wants from her, which should have some connection to her time at Ulliel. It's curious she likens it to "dying".
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How did Jotaro come into Leo and Usagi's lives?
Story time, because I told you how, but not actually HOW. ( Here expanding the first option I told you about in here: 千 - 2nd idea - comic )
A few months away from Usagi and Leo's couple's anniversary, the Baron found himself in quite a predicament... He still didn't have a suitable gift.
Over the decade he had been a part of the turtles' lives. Even though he had already made peace and got along quite well with most of his creatures or.... Sons. He still struggled to find any connection with Leo. He didn't blame him, I mean.... The Yokai literally dropped him off a building when he was 15....
Perhaps most of their estrangement was due to the clash of their personalities, tho. Draxum knew well that of all of them, the one in the blue bandana was the most like Lou. With his particular sense of humor, and a way of processing things that, even if he detested on many occasions because it got them into titanic trouble, he had to admit that it was one of the best qualities that the turtle boy could have inherited from his rat father.
Still, everything seemed to indicate that no matter how much they interacted, Draxum would never be able to do anything remarkable enough to cement the bond between the two. Perhaps if there was an intermediary, something else that could act as a bridge.
That's where the Baron had the most brilliant idea.
"You want to do what!?" The purple clothed turtle almost fell out of his chair as soon as he heard what he thought must be the craziest idea of the century. Leaving the circuit he was working on on the table, Donnie put the googles he always carried back on his head, and took a deep breath before turning in his chair to look at the other straight in the eye. "Barry, my dear father figure by aggregation... HAve YoU lOsT yOUr miND!?!
"Your theatrics won't change my mind, Donatello." With an imperturbable gesture to confront Von Ryan's usual outbursts, Draxum continued to collect some of the materials he would need from the laboratory they sometimes shared. "Are you with me, or against me?"
Resigned to not being able to reason with his fellow scientist, Donnie put a hand to his temple. "... You can't ask me a question like that." He was conflicted. On one hand, he could explore the possibilities that the Imperium had at a genetic level. A subject that had always interested him since he discovered the truth behind his and his brothers birth. On the other hand, Leo was his brother, and he care about him (even if he would never admit it). Also, Usagi had ranked among one of his best friends over the years.
Science or civic/sibling duty? That was the question... Rather simple answer may I say.
"mnnnn----agh!!! You know what!? Ok, I'll do it!!!!" And with a handshake and complicit smiles, they got to work.
Obtaining DNA from the rabbit was simple. The fur abounded in the sewer when they were on hot weather waves.
Leonardo's, however, was more difficult. The tortoise did not sweat unless there was an extreme temperature, and obtaining scales with his exhaustive skin care routine had been an Odyssey.
Soon both scientists realized that the genetic material was not enough, and they needed something more substantial to complete the data. Like... Blood.
However, it was obvious they couldn't go and tell the guys to give them a couple of samples without sounding suspicious. They would have to wait for the situation to play itself out.
It was a disastrous day when it finally happened.
The battle had been tougher than they had thought. The boys came back from it with burns, cuts and pronounced bruises. Leo, for his part, was bleeding from one of his arms. Usagi had a wound on his left side.
While Draxum attended them in the medical bay, he decided to take the opportunity. Using the excuse of running a couple of tests, he placed some of his son's and his partner's blood in a test tube before finish bandaging them. No one questioned him.
That same night he began his actual experiment. Donnie, of course, could not help him with the rest of the research. He was in bed with everyone else. But that would not prevent the great warrior alchemist from achieving his goal.
Those were difficult months for everyone. Gladly, they made it through without too many setbacks. But, one question lingered: Where the hell was Draxum?
No one had seen any sign of the goat Yokai anywhere in weeks. Mikey and Donnie searched for him in their lab and around Hidden City. April went to see him in the cafeteria, but was told that Barry had asked for an early vacation. For a moment they considered the possibility that the Baron had been kidnapped by Big Mama or something. The spider lady made it very clear to them that this had not been the case by kicking them out of her hotel when they burst in demanding Barry's release.
It was a great surprise for everyone when they returned to the sewer just to find Draxum right there, muttering while struggling with something in his arms. Leo was the first to call out to the Baron, not expecting that as soon as he was a few steps away from the goat, he would get something right in his hands.
"Wha-!?"
"Finally! It's all yours. He eats at 8, 2 and 5 o'clock, and takes 2 hour naps every afternoon." Without understanding, Leo looks at what he has in his hands and almost let go of it when he realized he was alive, he has fur and he was looking at him.
"Be careful!" Usagi stepped in when he noticed the turlte almost dropped the little being.
"Draxum, what does this mean?!"
"Calm down rat, you can ask Donatello for the details." Donnie, who was already somewhat prepared for this scenario, put a thumbs up with a stoic expression while he was fulminated by everyone's dumbfounded stares. Drax grabbed Leo's shoulder to get his attention again and spoke slowly, "No guarantees, no refunds." And then patted his green head.
Jotaro lore coming right up!
Not gonna lie, this could have gone better. Alsjsksk also, I published this 3 asks at the same time because they were as a combo.
#I know my writing isn't the best. I ask forgiveness for that.#Finally finished this#Let's gooooooo#saverottmnt#rottmnt#my wriitng#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#katanashipping#leosagi tmnt#leo x usagi#usagi miyamoto#leonardo hamato#Jotaro#Scenario#baron draxum#Splinter#Mad dogz#Mistyc birth??#leosagi
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But the Moment Just Slipped Through My Hands
submitting to the time honored tradition of Expiration Date fics - slightly Science Party flavoured. I just wanted to put it out there, ik maybe I could stand to sprinkle in more funny speech mannerisms for both Engie and Medic - maybe this will be for another day. I also wanted to illustrate more of it but I could save that for the Ao3 version...
2k words - more focused on Medic and Engie but there's a dash of HeavyMedic in there, not exactly shipping focused
(title is from Gone in an Instant - I hope nobody is keeping track of how many times I reference Black Dresses in various work bc I'm sure it's starting to add up)
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The smell of bread had a tendency to float in the air in almost every corner of their current base of operations – fated to be their last, so they assumed – but was even thicker now in the already stuffy laboratory. Slightly more sour than usual too, due to the effects of the teleporter.
After they’d reported their findings to the rest of the team, the resident medic and engineer had hurried back to continue their work, hoping for more answers. It was natural, to both of them, but in the lulls between furiously experimenting, exchanging notes and prompting each other with questions about their respective areas of expertise, Dell found himself staring at the doctor with a pang of guilt.
The medic, as was usual when presented with cataclysmic disaster, confronted it with a mixture of stern determination and delighted morbid curiosity. Regardless, impending doom weighed heavy on the shorter’s shoulders.
“You don’t feel hard-done by, spending your last days cooped up in this here lab?” he scratched his neck, leaning back against the bench’s counter.
“If we had more time, maybe – but this is where I am needed most, ja?” the medic scribbled down several more notes, before he spared the engineer a glance. “What about you?”
“So long as I’m not gettin’ in your way.”
“Oh not at all, not at all.” he shook his head, “Really, it’s unfortunate I could not have gotten to know you better sooner – you have a brilliant mind, Herr Engineer.” the doctor’s lips quirked into a small, earnest smile, which caught Dell off guard.
“Aw shucks, Doc.” he retreated into himself a bit. “Just a shame I weren’t brilliant enough to figure out this whole teleporter mess m’self.”
“Ach, you couldn’t have known” Ludwig waved off, “and besides that, some of the greatest discoveries of our time have come at no small cost. What is it they say…? You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs.”
It was true that medical science had it’s share of horrors, but even so, the doctor felt his optimism slip.
“I must confess, I might have been a touch… sloppy. You would think if something was wrong, the team doctor would be first to pick up on it." he scolded himself. "I am so grateful for the freedom of being out on the field, pushing the boundaries of science and medicine but I’m afraid I have gotten ahead of myself.”
“Heck, I’d say you’d done a dang good job keepin’ us alive so far - ‘spite some of our best efforts.” Dell grinned, which got a laugh out of Ludwig.
“M’ just wonderin’ if you didn’t have nobody special you wanted to see before you, y’know. Bit the dust, so to speak. I can keep things tickin’ over here just fine for a while.”
“Someone ‘special’…? Oh, don’t tell me.” Ludwig snorted. “Those silly rumours about my supposed ‘wife’ are still floating around.”
“I was a tad curious.”
“I might as well give the game up now, she’s not real – never was. I have no time for such things, but ach, some of our comrades are very nosy. It started off as a simple joke to keep them off my back, I didn’t think it would stick, so I never bothered to refute it.”
“I getcha, that makes a hell’ve a lot more sense.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” the man tensed, the amused glint in his eyes exchanged for something sharper and wary.
“Well, when the fellas get gossipin’ about the lady-folk, you never have a whole lot t’ say. Figured if you really did have a spouse waitin’ on ya you’d be more eager to brag.” Dell observed casually.
The doctor released a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “Ah, is that all?”
“Y’know I’m not one to pry, doc. I respect ya too much.”
“Much appreciated.”
Dell paused, picking his next words more carefully. “More surprised you didn’t wanna say your goodbyes to that big fella – two of you seem mighty companionable.”
“Herr Heavy, I assume? We do work closely together, but... it’s hard to say we’re much more than colleagues.”
“You kiddin’? The man’s crazy ‘bout ya – you should see how he lights up the moment he lays eyes on ya. ‘S really somethin’ else.” Dell risked a smile and a sideways glance, the doctor’s face going soft with fondness.
“Well… I suppose I owe it to him to see if I can work this out in time.”
The engineer’s throat seized, his playful smile fading. He’d almost forgotten what the stakes were here.
For the next few minutes, Dell put his head down and worked in solemn silence, the guilt crushing his lungs and forbidding him to talk. He would only will himself to when the doctor had another question, they needed to deliberate their next course of action or sort out notes between each other.
When they’d worked into another lull in their rhythm, the taller of the two eyed up the other.
“...You didn’t have anyone you wanted to see before we expire?” The doctor returned the question.
The engineer shook his head, still half buried in a toolbox. “Nope. Wouldn’t’ve signed up t’ be a mercenary if I did, all part ‘n parcel." he took a breath, considering just biting his tongue again, but somehow leaving Ludwig in the dark felt worse. "Those Mann brothers found me through m’ grandpa, us Conaghers’ve been workin’ with ‘em for decades.”
“Really now?” Doctor Ludwig’s eyebrows twitched up, this was news to him.
Dell knew deep down he wasn’t supposed to talk about this, as mercenaries they were all on a need-to-know basis, but with how the situation was unfolding he found the words spilling out with ease.
“Uh-huh. Lotta his work was kept under lock and key though, up until I joined their employ. Though I can't say I agree with how they got 'em to begin with... it feels like I get ta take part in my heritage, going over his blueprints, studying his notes – like I’m really steppin’ into his shoes ‘n followin’ his footsteps.” the softer, reverent tone he’d taken petered out into a sigh. “I was hopin’ I’d be able t’ finish what he’d started, put an end to this gravel war. Looks like there’ll have to be another generation of recruits after us.”
“It’s still just a job, mein friend, you make of it what you can – and I would say you have gotten more out of it than most would.” the doctor added.
“It ain’t just a job to me.” Dell’s idle tinkering stopped, head hung. “I got all these ideas in my head that I could make it mean somethin', I'd shake things up, I'd make it count - buncha fanciful nonsense." his words took on a harsher edge as he wound himself up.
Doctor Ludwig found himself pausing too, observing the other’s hunched shoulders and arms stiffly gripping the bench.
“What kinda legacy am I leavin’? Maybe I’m just daydreaming, thinkin’ I’m half the man Radigan was. Would he really’ve made a mistake this darn stupid? Doomed all’a his men like this? The hell do I think I’m doin’ out here?” he spat, cursing himself.
Part of him had always known, every force was met with equal resistance, wins and losses balanced themselves out. The RED and BLU mercenaries were nothing but cogs in a much larger machine, to ends he couldn’t fathom.
He kept glaring down at the counter through his goggles, as if raising his head would reveal a great, dark vortex hanging above, deeper than he could possibly see, filled with terrible, grinding machinery. It would use them all up like fuel and spit them out into the ether.
“To hell with legacy.”
Doctor Ludwig broke the tangible silence that had fallen.
“To hell with the Mann brothers, to hell with your grandfather.”
The Conagher bristled and turned on him, mouth twisted into an offended snarl, posture like a coiled spring. “Beg yer pardon?”
“We cannot dictate what the tides of time will choose to spare.” the doctor’s expression was equally grave. “So I say to hell with them all. Your work is worthy, because your life is worthy.” he clamped his hands over either of the engineer’s shoulders, taking the man by surprise.
“I don’t care what kind of man this Radigan Conagher was, I am honoured to have spent this life with his grandson.”
That sent his head spinning.
Dell choked, not sure if he was about to cry or laugh, a shaky grin spread across his features and a wheeze escaped his teeth.
“’P-preciate it, Doc.” he sniffed, flushed with the threat of tears.
Ludwig gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze before he released him, the tension melting out of the room. “Of course, let’s get back to it, shall we?”
The engineer nodded, turning from him again to regain composure. He pried the goggles up from his eyes just enough to rub the haze from them before returning them to position.
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Hours bled into a blur, the self-assurance of being able to power through it to the end was starting to crumble. Dell could hardly see straight, neither man had slept since their initial discovery. He’d been the first to give out, going from using the lab bench to prop himself up to sinking entirely onto the cold, concrete floor in a heap. He peeled back his goggles, feeling the grooves across his nose and cheeks from being stuck to his face for so long – no doubt angry red marks by now, he imagined.
The stink of sour bread was getting to him, suffocating, he wanted nothing more than to lay down and let his senses slip away into unconsciousness.
He vacantly stared up at the doctor, who he wasn’t sure was still engaged in their research or just playing with chunks of bread.
Without thinking, he watched the man bring the piece he was holding to his mouth and bit down. He spluttered and spat it back out at once.
“What was the point o’ that?” the engineer snickered.
Ludwig mumbled incoherently, before shrugging, too bleary to come up with a good excuse.
“Surprised you can even tolerate the stuff at this rate, it reeks in here.”
“Ja, well…” the doctor interrupted himself with a groan as he joined the engineer on the floor, joints protesting his descent. “I have smelt a lot worse – try working with corpses and animals for hours on end. Or animal corpses, for that matter.”
Dell shuddered. “No thanks, partner.”
At least Ludwig found his disgust amusing.
It was strange being able to see the other’s face unobscured, the medic had gotten used to thinking of Dell as something vaguely insectoid with those large dark lenses. There were in fact, some pretty impressive red indents on his skin where the googles had been and a tan line to match.
“I jus… need a moment…” he huffed, letting his lids fall closed.
Doctor Ludwig murmured a faint agreement, tucking his own glasses into the pocket of his coat and slumping back against the bench on his side of the laboratory.
“...Doc?”
“Mm?”
“Y’ain’t… scared of disappearin’? Being forgotten?”
“Terrified. But it’s out of my hands.” his lips stayed parted as he chewed it over, consciousness swaying. “I can’t control what I will be remembered for. I can hope that my work will mean something in the face of humanity… that it will not simply be discarded as madness, but I cannot know. At least I can say I never limited myself, that I always… always sought for answers.”
"'S like y' said... if they can't see what it's worth then maybe humanity don't deserve it."
The doctor only hummed in response.
There was something painfully human in his sprawled out form that Dell had never quite seen before, peering out between heavy eyelids. He traced Doctor Ludwig’s sunken cheekbones in his mind, the dark lashes of closed eyes, brow relaxed – neither forming the serious scowl he was used to nor contorted in manic glee, a view clear of the usual thin frames that adorned his nose. He was used to having to peer up at him, with his line of sight only reaching the doctor’s chest.
He wanted to take that image to the ends of the earth, for what time he had left and what consciousness his exhausted mind would allow him.
Glad that the light in the lab was already dim, the engineer shifted to lie down, hissing when his helmet smacked the concrete – he’d forgotten he’d still been wearing it. He fumbled to get it off, not noticing the doctor too shifting to slide out of his coat.
“Here, support your head with this.”
“Huh? Oh, thank ya kindly.” Dell absently took the folded fabric while propped up on his elbows, shimmying to position himself just right.
He also took the opportunity to unfasten his prosthetic to set aside, along with his belt.
“Hey Doc… lemme return the favour.”
Medic squinted.
“I got a pillow y’ can use.” the engineer patted his belly with his remaining hand. “C’mere.”
He didn’t need any further prompting, the taller crawled over and flopped back against him. “Oof, my back is going to hate me for this.” he grumbled. “If you wake first, wake me up too.”
Comfortable wasn’t the right word. Nothing about how the cold floor seeped through the back of his clothes and the skin of his arms was particularly comfortable, even the way the medic rested his weight on his stomach was a little stifling, but he wouldn’t have dared to move.
He could smell the doctor’s scent in the coat tucked under his head, feel the gentle rhythm of his breath, hear the way it stirred in his chest.
“Let’s just stay like this, until the end. Hold me until it’s all over.” Dell wanted to plead.
“Copy that.”
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He's such a shallow thinker that you can always trust Kendi to blurt out the quiet part.
But what's interesting is the projection. He's correct, but not in the way he thinks. Because he's talking about himself and his own personality flaws and mental disorders. This is a quote from his best-selling screed:
I DID NOT knock on Clarence’s door that day to discuss Welsing’s “color confrontation theory.” Or Diop’s two-cradle theory. He had snickered at those theories many times before. I came to share another theory, the one that finally figured White people out.
“They are aliens,” I told Clarence, confidently resting on the doorframe, arms crossed. “I just saw this documentary that laid out the evidence. That’s why they are so intent on White supremacy. That’s why they seem to not have a conscience. They are aliens.”
-- Ibram X. Kendi, "How to Be an Antiracist"
"White supremacy" in this sense isn't the KKK or the Nazis. It's "the white man's science," and "objectivity is white supremacy," and "merit is white supremacy," and "math is white supremacy," and "the U.S. Constitution is a tool of white supremacy."
David Duke didn't get millions of academic funding and an entire institute created for him by Boston University. David Duke didn't get a $10m donation from a co-founder of one of the most powerful social media platforms. David Duke's didn't publish a bestsellng insane manifesto. David Duke's ideology hasn't permeated K-12 in every state in the country. David Duke's ideology hasn't been the basis for reeducation programs conducted through everything from the medical profession to soft drink manufacturers to government nuclear laboratories.
When people insist that "woke" is "just about being kind" or "just about being aware of racism," they're lying. I don't mean they're mistaken, I mean they're lying. It's been a third of a decade since activists cut the brake-line and pulled out all the stops. The idea that we don't know what this is, what's going on, is dishonest.
Next time you hear it, show the person this video and ask them, do you agree with Kendi? They won't know what to say. It's the same as when you ask a moderate Xian whether they agree with their god that you deserve to be tortured for eternity. They know there's an ideologically correct answer, "yes," and they know there's a morally correct answer, "no." They'll refuse to answer the question: "I don't make the rules, god does," and "you send yourself there" are classic tactics to avoid being honest.
This is the same thing. They have to agree with him ideologically, because they can't claim he's Not a True Scotsman. But if they do agree with him, they've exposed the whole "it's just about being kind" lie.
Of course, this won't work on the fundamentalist True Believers. If you ask someone from Westboro the hell question, they won't even blink, they'll say, "yes, absolutely." Again, same thing applies.
It's one thing for Kendi himself to have these ideas. A much larger problem is the fact that the thunderous applause from the audience shows how far and how normalized the moral corruption has set in.
People who endorse Kendi should be regarded by society in the same way as those who endorse David Duke.
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some info about the various organizations in coe, as seen from the artbook (please let me know if you see any errors, i was a bit careless with romanization as you can tell & this is very rough)
Otowa Detective Agency
They do business as Otowa Search System, LLC (kk otowa search system). A privately-owned detective agency in Nagoya managed by Genshi Otowa. When they expanded and moved their main office to Tokyo, the Nagoya office became their country one. Because they've been trustworthy at handling their jobs, they've gotten more and more customers, and because they listen to the will of their employees, they've managed to recruit and keep a lot of talented people on staff. Despite the fact that they're a small-scale company now, the requests haven't stopped. They have six people at the Nagoya branch, and about 30 at the Tokyo one.
Path to Empireo
It started as the self-improvement group 'People of Akasha', and became a new organization with a new religion based on Catholicism. It wasn't a very large-scale group- around 2015, there were only about 300 registered believers in the country. The incident where the Tokyo and Chuubu branches exploded claimed many of their lives, completely destroying the organization itself. It seemed like the remaining survivors died natural deaths around the same time as well. They said they're researching the path to 'guide humanity to Empireo'.
Ice Cooler
A pharmaceutical company founded by the son of a pharmacist, Rangiri Utsugi. The position of president is inherited, so Rangiri passed it down to his son Keiichi, and he passed it down to his son Uenari. The company grew rapidly after WW2, with their main product being OTC medications. They were very famous for how well their medicines worked, but gradually said medicines started to work less and less. At the same time, there started to be a lot of 'suspicious' things about their medicine, as well as 'incidents' related to it, leading to public loss of trust in them. Before long, they were bought out by a foreign investor, their leadership was completely changed, and in 2016 the Ice Cooler name was no more.
Tranzykid Institute
An integrated sciences institute based in the American state of Kentucky. It's produced many Nobel Prize winners and candidates, and has quite a bit of influence as a research institute. However, all the departments act extremely independently of each other, and there are some laboratories among them that haven't revealed what they're actually working on.
Theosophy University
It was originally founded as a Catholic institution, but currently the management (Theosophy Institute of the Arts and Sciences) runs it as a private university. The curriculum focuses on raising students to be talented and successful in a global environment, with a strong focus on linguistics. It's not limited to Catholic-only students, either. There are people from all over the world attending, and many graduates have become famous in their own right. It's well-known enough as a university that everyone's heard of it. Other than their Tokyo campus, they have a Nagano campus as well.
Fondazione Riddle
Founded by Beniamino Riddle. Based in Italy. The current heir is the president's son, Rodney Riddle. They mainly provide financial support to organizations doing R&D in the field of science. Tranzykid is one of them. Their aim is 'For the world, and for the peace we have now' (but...).
A/Z/MA
Founded by Shirou Azuma. Their base business was Azuma Bookstore, a publishing company, but they're a corporation that handles all sorts of things in the entertainment industry. They've expanded into publishing, animation, movies, and various content services. Currently, no one working at the company besides the president is from the Azuma family themselves, but the current president, Wadachi Azuma, is a direct descendant of Shirou.
Nanamidou Bookstore, LLC
A bookstore chain under the Igarashi group. They used to only sell books, but they've branched out into music, videos, various media sales, and rentals, too.
Gojo Corporation/Igarashi Group
They're a business group that's made a name for themselves by expanding into every area. Despite the Gojo Conglomerate breaking up during WW2, they reorganized afterwards, and succeeded greatly. A major contractor in Tokai, Gojo, is also part of their group. Their most recent large-scale construction work is the commercial building in front of the Nagoya station. They've also done remodelling for A/Z/MA (LLC)'s Chuubu Branch office.
PMSC/GrassRod
A PMSC based in America. It recruits personnel from all sorts of countries, and there's a rumor that they'll send mercenaries who 'aren't afraid of death' anywhere. They're currently active, but the only thing that can be confirmed about them is that there is someone actually managing and controlling them. No other details are known.
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Hello
I know I'm barely here anymore
But unfortunately the Ritalin shortage in Summer caused me to become hyperfixation on Overwatch, Gabriel Reyes/Reaper in particular (AGAIN), against my very will.
But I'm here to make it everyone else's problem again and have been challenged by @wildissylupus to post my Martina Reyes HCs (or basically character summary at this point)!!!
So
Here
We
GOOOOOO
(Please note I am Filipina, not Mexican or Latine at all, I'm trying my best to research, but please correct me if I'm wrong)
- 1st of all, for me it is Dr. Martina Nuñez-Reyes, women in STEM, iconic
- Born and raised in San Diego, in particular in or by Barrio Logan!
- She is specifically Nahua Mexican with family in Guerrero, Mexico. She has learned a lot of Precolonial History and mythology, both in school and from her family. She also speaks Nahuatl fluently, as well as Spanish and ASL.
- Sweet, nurturing, professional, good tempered, graceful, makes lots of bad puns (she and Winston got along great), but occasionally slips in some "joking" sadism and morbid curiosity.
- Loves perfume even though she can't wear it often due to her work in laboratories and hospitals, will wear even just a little bit even at home to enjoy it.
- joined a ballet folklorico troupe up until High School, but still remembers the moves well. Specializes in Guerrero style folklorico!
- Excellent cook, amazing baker. Loves to adapt recipes to include lots of spices. (This will come back later)
- Interested in the medical field, specifically medicine itself, after learning about how advanced Mesoamerican civilizations were medically.
- Martina was a regular prodigy, attending an advanced secondary school academy in Mexico City, before continuing on to get PhDs in Medicine, Chemistry, and Pharmaceutical Science by age 24.
- By age 26 she had already made strides by synthesizing and creating medicine that was able to do things like naturally accelerate healing in the body.
- That's also when the Omnic Crisis began. She was inducted by the United States Military among swathes of other skilled doctors to create the Super Soldier Serum for the Soldier Enhancement Program (SEP) at a hidden facility.
- Six months, they managed to get it to an acceptable loss rate of 25%, and test it on 100 Soldiers. She was in charge of overseeing the injections of 20 of the 100 randomly assigned under her, which included Soldier 24, Gabriel Reyes, and Soldier 76, Jack Morrison. It was also done in doses, not all at once.
- She and Gabriel were attracted to each other but didn't act on it for quite a bit, due to the taboo nature of a doctor and a patient. They didn't flirt either, but had moments of "Oh fuck they're hot" before shaking it off.
- After the second round of doses, she lost her first soldier, which made the risk of SEP all the more apparent to her.
- Remember when I mentioned she's good at baking? She stress bakes because it helps make a zen sort of ritual of following steps/regaining a small sense of control. The reason Gabriel loves cookies? It's because he woke up at 2AM catching her stress baking a batch of Chili Chocolate Chip Cookies. It's where they had a heart to heart about Gabriel and the other Enhanced Soldiers trusting Martina and the doctors no matter the risk because they know they're liable to die in the Crisis anyway if they can't make headway.
- As the Crisis gets more dire, the General orders the doctors at the SEP facility to also go through basic military training, which Martina disliked, so she never really went past a machine pistol.
- 33 Soldiers make it out, and she sent with them on missions to retake cities across America. She wouldn't always be an active combatant, but she could hold her own if she had to.
- When Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison were selected to the elite Overwatch core team, she helped lead their medical support team. Also yes during this whole time, Gabriel and Martina still were attracted to each other but still sort of afraid to act because not only is she still his Doctor, he's now her commanding officer.
- Also during this period she helps treat a young Angela Ziegler during the bombing of Zurich.
- After fighting alongside Inti Warriors (Specifically Illari's dad) to help retake part of Central and South America, Gabriel almost died, which caused her to go full BAMF, and save him.
(Jack: "... can someone please tell me why our medic is rushing in alone, guns blazing?")
- They have to repair ships and stuff, so they decide to take R&R in reclaimed Guerrero, where Martina shows Gabriel around, and they end up dancing together. It's where they finally give in and end up in a relationship.
- Get married the last year of the Omnic Crisis, and have a son a few years later named Izel (who is the grown man with a family in my heart and soul in the Reflections Comic)
- Dr. Martina Nuñez-Reyes is the first Head of Medicine in Overwatch's Golden Age because goddamnit someone had to have that position before Angela.
- She's also Angela's mentor and sort of like an adoptive mom, Angela absolutely idolized her
Here's where my Canon deviates hard, because Blizzard's timeline makes no sense
(Fun fact this next part exists because I misread Code of Violence and thought that the ash and burning was from Gabriel's memories of Echo Park and not where he was so I straight up thought Martina was fridged a whole ass year before I heard the voicelines and reread it for clarity, but she's not fridged. Just stay with me.)
- On Izel's 6th birthday in Echo Park, there was an attempted assassination via explosions that caused Izel to lose his left arm and replace it with a prosthetic (the man in the Reflections comic has his left arm in his pocket)
- It also very nearly kills Martina, who is 6 MONTHS PREGNANT WITH THEIR DAUGHTER, Graciela
- The family lives, and Graciela has to be c-section delivered prematurely
- This ofc enrages Martina and Gabriel who, after recovery, hunt the motherfucker down to kill.
- It is not a quick death. Martina synthesizes POISON to make that fucker die screaming. (Basically I wanted to flip the Dead Wife trope where the wife lives and is FUCKING PISSED AND JOINS HER HUSBAND ON A ROARING RAMPAGE OF REVENGE)
- Oh yeah and that triggers the birth of Blackwatch lmao.
- Gabriel brought Cole Cassidy home for Christmas where she immediately enfolds Cole into the family.
- Martina and Gabriel also help Cole get his GED.
- Oh yeah Blackwatch
- So Martina supplies the poisons for coercion, torture, and assassination (and torture) to Blackwatch under the table for super covert missions, basically even people at Blackwatch didn't even know about. Ma'am was committing war crimes to keep the world and her babies safe. All while keeping up the sweet, dedicated, professional facade for like 14 years.
- Gabriel tries to get her to make another super soldier serum so he can be stronger, she refuses, they argue, him calling her a hypocrite, and it looks bad, UNTIL
- Shit happens and she accidentally lets a poison slip that gets reverse engineered and kills a lot of people, causing her to retire and Mercy steps up. Gabriel keeps her secret and they end up staying together
- HOWEVER, once the Venice Incident happens and Izel disowns his father, she chooses to not back up Gabriel's choices, whereas their daughter Graciela does, causing them to be separated but still married.
- Gabriel considers leaking her secret, but loves her too much to/wants the kids to have at least one parent they don't detest
- After the Swiss Explosion, Martina and Graciela mourn very badly, Izel rekindled his relationship with his mother but not Graciela
(Izel needs his own post probably lmao)
- Martina tries to move on, but finds she can't.
- listen once a man is willing to cover up war crimes for you, it's a very hard standard to meet
- She rejects the recall initially but to avoid this post from being even longer REASONS, Graciela goes with/gets kidnapped by (it's complicated) Talon, which is how Cole finds out Gabriel is Reaper
- Joins in to get her daughter back, and to redeem herself because she realizes how much destruction she caused even if people deserved it... lowkey she even doesn't fully regret it depending on the person she killed
- Her abilities are she got a CPR glove that can shock people in one hand that can pull Medicated/poison grenades out of a storage and a Pistol in the other and she can inject peeps with medication close quarters.
- She's like 63 currently also (in my Canon, Gabriel got a significant age bump with a bunch of other characters, he is 67 but is technically frozen at age 58)
- blizzard if you read this and wonder why I turned this nameless, possibly faceless character into someone that's committed war crimes, I don't got a fucking clue either
- wildissylupus I'm so sorry for subjecting you to this, like how I will subject my friends to a PowerPoint presentation about my character lore and alternate overwatch timeline on my birthday
#overwatch#reaper#gabriel reyes#martina reyes#dr martina Nuñez-Reyes#Overwatch OC#Headcanon#what is wrong with me#i should hate Overwatch#stupid sexy reaper#and lifeweaver being 7 feet tall making me reinstall the game
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Hey, @thewillowtree3 thanks for the tag!
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ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My dad, actually.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Umm…end of September, beginning of October last year. I…kind of had a mental breakdown after my sister ended up on a vent in a hospital and finding out my brother's treatments weren't working, and my MIL getting the big C diagnosis. It was a lot.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Only the furry kind.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/ HAVE PLAYED? Does running my mouth count? I used to play roller derby. Sometimes I golf, but it's rare.
DO YOU USE SARCASM? All the time.
WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Whether or not they're dickheads, honestly.
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown, because I'm so full of shit.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Either or, as long as it's good.
ANY TALENTS? I guess that depends on who you ask. Writing, cooking, telling people to go to hell in a way that they look forward to it…
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? The middle of nowhere, Utah.
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing, reading, gaming, cooking. I'd like to learn how to draw.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Two cats. They're assholes.
HOW TALL ARE YOU? Short. But I guess I'm average? 65”
FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? That's been a while ago. Like, high school? Or college? High school was math and science, maybe theater, possibly Shakespeare. College? Definitely Gender and Sexuality.
DREAM JOB? Unless I can get paid to do nothing? I'm a medical laboratory scientist and that's pretty damn cool.
@blackbird-brewster @girl4music @jenny-from-the-bau @pagetprentissishot and anyone that sees this the wants to play (no pressure) TAG! You're it!
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DOMINIK DORIA ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v
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Name: Dominik Doria
Age: 27
Ethnicity: Germanic - American
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Occupation: Pharmacist, scientist and CEO of "Dorian's Laboratories"
Height: 5'8 (1'72 cm)
VC:
English: Chris Patton (Ayato Sakamaki)
Spanish: Ricardo Bautista (Ayato Sakamaki ... also)
Signature color: Green most of the time, sometimes red.
Personality: Dominik, a cold and apathetic man, is a reserved and somewhat mysterious person, but he can show emotional reactions (such as surprise, anger, excitement, shame or fear) in some situations. Dominik is generally serious and apathetic with others, he does not have a real interest in anyone who does not represent some benefit or threat to his personal interests, therefore he does not have such a large (if not zero) friendship circle. This personality causes him to start a verbal argument with another person, and Dominik is not someone who is afraid of being hurtful when speaking. Dominik is a semi-constant enemy of the Kratt team due to his methods for testing medications, so the existence of that group usually irritates him and more than once he has seen himself facing them in his adventures, in which he has constant fights with almost all members of the Kratt team, but always end up losing in these confrontations. Dominik usually remains silent and with a low profile in situations that are not of interest to him, but when they are of interest to him he tends to participate as much as he can.
Dominik is definitely not someone you would want to have as a "friend", much less as an enemy. He has been seen to have manic episodes and be prone to yelling at his employees when they are "useless" (in his own words), it is also known that in addition to using animals Dominik uses other means to test medications or to experiment with new ones, including , for example, using human test subjects, so it is easy to assume (correctly) that Dominik is someone very focused on his work, he has even been found sleeping in his office or even in the laboratories. Anyway, Dominik tends to have a soft side that is only seen with his niece Ivy (Evelyn), Dominik becomes surprisingly kinder and more empathetic, leaving all that gloomy personality aside.
Abilities: Dominik does not have such memorable physical abilities, but he has proven to use bladed and firearms with ease. He has great knowledge in pharmaceuticals and science, in addition to knowing about medicine and, surprisingly, art history. Dominik is quite good at driving different vehicles, such as cars and motorcycles, plus he knows how to get information from other people.
Trivia:
Dominik has the habit of mixing any type of alcohol (usually tequila, whiskey, rum or vodka) with more "mundane" drinks, such as coffee.
Surprisingly, Dominik has a pet, a opossum named "Loki."
Dominik lives in Michigan, but has facilities in Miami, New York, Berlin, Monaco, Tokyo and Madrid.
Dominik has used a prosthetic leg since he was 16 years old.
His favorite food is instant noodles, they are quick to make during work.
Since Dominik first saw Chris in the Tasmanian devil suit, he has had a "small" obsession withthe CPS and especially with the green Kratt.
Churches and religious things in general give him the creeps, he feels kinda uncomfortable.
He is aroace and gay/achillean
His late mother sometimes worked in an antique store and it is thought that his biological father was perhaps just a simple aimless traveler, perhaps a backpacker.
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FINALLY HERE IS DOMINIK'S FILE, the art is old but the design itself remains the same.
Ref Sheet Credits belongs to: @mochirizu
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