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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 3 months

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PERIOD COMFORT FIC

Law x f!crewmember

Can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Y’all it’s that time again and I would ask him to do this for me. I’m dying.

TW’s: period talk, organ removal, medicine, pain, talk of gore(?), no use of Y/N.

Unedited drabble. Enjoy my fellow freaks.

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“Law… can I ask you to do something really weird?”

He scowled up at you, textbook in front of him forgotten. You saw pictures of plants but a wave of pain made you clench your teeth and shut your eyes.

“What is it?” He asked cautiously. You were slightly hunched over, and trying to suppress shivers of pain. He stood, walking around his desk and put his hand on your shoulder to steady you. It took a few moments before you were able to speak confidently again.

“You know I’m female, right?” You said awkwardly. Law rose one brow, guiding you to sit in the chair behind you.

“…yes?” He said, wondering where on earth you were going with this.

“And you know females have periods?”

He tilted his head at your question.

“Yeah? Are you in pain?” He asked tentatively. He leaned against his desk and didn’t try to keep you from balling up as another cramp seared through your abdomen and lower back. You blinked back tears.

A shaky hand reached out and gripped the hem of his shirt. His hand hovered over your wrist, pausing when you spoke.

“Law. Get this fucking uterus out of me and put it in a bath of lidocaine before I fucking do it myself” you gritted out. Both his eyebrows rose and he swallowed harshly. He didn’t respond, only raising a hand to spawn a blue dome.

“Room” his voice shook a little, but transported the two of you to the infirmary. You were sitting on an exam table, and Law was in front of you. He looked a little pale, but another wave of pain rocketing though your lower half had you curling up on the table as Law clattered around at the counter, opening packages and pouring certain liquids in a huge beaker. He flicked on the Bunsen burner to warm the liquid, and put the beaker on a tripod he put above the blue flame.

“You’re on birth control, right?” He asked over his shoulder. You wanted to snap at him, but didn’t have the energy.

“Yeah” you replied shortly. He flipped open a file, and he hummed.

“That kind should help immensely with cramps and pain. Most women even stop their period with it” he muttered.

“Well obviously that’s not the fucking case with me, is it?” You couldn’t help but retort. He only glanced at you as you curled back up with a whimper. You heard some glass tapping against each other as he checked the temperature of the bath he was preparing.

“Okay. Try to lay flat on the table” he instructed. You hissed in pain but managed to put your back flat on the table with your knees bent.

“Straighten your legs. It’ll only hurt for a second” he said clinically. You glared at him but followed instructions. He cast his Room again, and removed your uterus. The jelly-like substance around it was clear, and you looked at your organ. It was only as big as your fist.

“How can something so small cause so much pain?” You huffed out. You saw the muscles twitch and a wave of pain clawed through your abdomen. Your back arched as you gasped before you curled into the fetal position again.

Law said nothing as he gently placed the organ in the bath, adjusting the flame of the Bunsen burner so it wouldn’t get too hot. You felt the warmth cover your uterus, and you groaned in relief. Law turned back to you with a smirk.

“It isn’t a bath of lidocaine, but it’ll work well” he said. He seemed rather proud of himself. You held out a hand, and he walked closer. You gripped his wrist, and looked at him with tears shining in your eyes.

“Thank you” you whispered. He grunted, and looked away with flushed cheeks.

“You’re forbidden from doing that shit by yourself like you said you would” he said sternly. You smiled weakly at him, twitching as a faint pain went through your lower abdomen.

“Okay” you murmured. You yawned, and sat up. You were so tired from fighting the pain all day.

“I’ll go back to my duties now” you said.

“The hell you will” Law said firmly. You looked at him in surprise.

“Go rest. Read, sleep, draw, whatever you do. If we got by without you before, we can do it for the rest of the evening” he said. Your slight smile turned into a frown as you thought about his words.

“Then… you guys don’t really need me” you said sadly.

“What? No that’s not what I said. I meant- fuck. I mean… the crew cares about you and would want you to get some rest after fighting this all day, okay? We can handle it.”

You look up at him, tears building in your eyes.

“Are you sure? I’m not too emotional and worthless?” You asked in a wavering voice.

“What? Where did- no. You’re not too emotional and worthless. Let’s go get you settled in your bunk” he said gently. You nodded, and let your head fall with a slight ‘thunk’ on his chest. You felt the surgeon sigh, then rub his hands up and down your arms.

“C’mon. I’ll carry you” he said quietly. You nodded listlessly. He scooped you up so your legs were hanging over his arm and his other arm was cradling the back of your shoulders.

You closed your eyes, tears falling down your face as you gripped his shirt. He quickly carried you to the room you shared with Ikkaku, and opened the door with the hand under your knees. Ikkaku looked up from flipping through a magazine on her bunk, her duties done for the day. She looked concerned as soon as her eyes landed on you cradled in Law’s arms.

“What happened?!” She sat up quickly and watched as Law placed you on your bunk. She sat down at the foot of your bed.

“Period cramps” you muttered. The other woman winced in sympathy. She looked at Law.

“Did you give her meds?” She asked. Law shook his head.

“Her… organ is in the infirmary in a warm bath with meds in it” he said. His cheeks flushed as he referred to your uterus. Ikakku’s eyes lit up.

“You can do that?!” She said excitedly. Law groaned with a nod. He turned to leave.

“Take care of her” he said, opening the door. The woman nodded, looking at you. You smiled at her tiredly.

“Take a nap. I’ll see if there’s anything I need to help with” she left you in a darkened room, and you drifted off into the world of sleep.

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Note: I actually looked this up and no I didn’t get an answer. I also couldn’t remember or find the name of his move where he removes an organ lol.

#one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law fluff #trafalgardwaterlaw #law fluff #one piece law #law x reader #law x you #law x y/n

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thatboomerkid · 24 days

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Happy Hunting, Mister the Frog! (part one)

[interior: the New York Continental, mid-day; it is full of badass assassins in fancy suits all quietly going about their business]

[the camera pans the lobby to show that the crowd is also inexplicably interspersed with various Muppets: Rolf is playing piano, Scooter is a bellhop, Link Hogthrob is talking on a cellphone while surrounded by beautiful female bodyguards, and Sam Eagle is reading a newspaper with the headline “PROFITS?!?”, all while Uncle Deadly & Sweetums chat casually with a group of heavily-tattooed men]

[the crowd is ALSO full of random celebs not otherwise featured in the John Wick movies: Zendaya, Mark Ruffalo, Weird Al, Jenna Ortega, Snoop Dogg, Jack Black, Margot Robbie, Randall Park, Paul Rudd, Nicholas Cage, Lucy Liu, Christopher Walken, Tommy Chong, and Lady Gaga, among others]

[meanwhile, we see Dr. Bunsen Honeydew exchanging a massive dufflebag full of comically-oversized guns for a small black briefcase (which Beaker then immediately drops several times, allowing the chickens stuffed inside to escape) while the Electric Mayhem arm-wrestle John Cena; we can see Statler & Waldorf heckling a group of angry Yakuza from their theater box in the background ]

Bell: (chimes as the door opens)

Kermit: (trudges in, visibly annoyed and wearing a black suit & tie; he has a large, cartoonish white X-shaped bandage on the left side of his forehead)

Fozzie: (wanders in behind him, loudly eating popcorn out of a little red-&-white-striped box; he is openly ogling both the scenery and the patrons)

Fozzie: Oh wow! Kermit, look! This place is great! They have EVERYTHING! Did you see the luggage carts!? (pause) Ooh, are these people all really … you-know-whats?

Kermit: Everyone has a vocation, Fozzie. These are all just regular people, just like anybody else.

Fozzie: Wow! And I guess your old college roommate John Wick told you about this place, huh? Hey, did anyone ever tell you that the two of you look totally identical? Especially with your new haircut!

Kermit: Uh, Fozzie, can you keep it down? I think people here can be a little … touchy.

Fozzie: (fondling a confused Idris Elba’s tie while looking over his shoulder to read his cellphone) Sure thing, Kermit!

Kermit: (audible sigh)

Everyone: (begins whispering as Kermit trudges across the lobby; he arrives at the empty front desk and rings the bell)

Kermit: Fozzie, will you stop that?

Fozzie: (snapping pictures of an annoyed Rihanna on his disposable camera) Sorry, Kermit! (snaps another picture)

Kermit: (grumbles, rings the bell several more times) Hello?

Gonzo & Rizzo: (pop up from behind the desk in perfect unison) Checking in, Mister the Frog?

Kermit: (even more visibly annoyed) Guys, what are you doing here?

Rizzo: We work here now!

Gonzo: Yeah! The High Table said we’re their new most-dependable employees!

Winston: (leaning out of his office) I said most disposable.

Rizzo: That’s right! And no funny-business on Continental grounds, buddy! Or I get to spray you with the fire extinguisher! The boss said so!

Winston: (leaning out of his office again) I most certainly did not.

Statler: What’s that? No funny-business!?

Waldorf: Well, that certainly won’t be difficult!

Statler & Waldorf: OHOHOHOHO!

Kermit: Look, guys, I just need a room. My house got blown up. Again.

Fozzie: Yeah, guys! Also? Kermit here is gonna avenge my death!

Kermit: Fozzie, stop telling everyone that I’m going to avenge your death. I think you really scared that poor Uber driver.

Rizzo: Right! ‘Cuz everyone knows he’s gonna avenge Piggy’s death first!

Kermit: What? Who? No, no I am not.

Gonzo: (putting on 3D glasses) Ooh, a flashback!

[flashback begins]

Miss Piggy: (dramatically flinging herself onto a bed) Oh, Kermie! I’m dying!

Kermit: Uh … well, no. I mean, I’m sure lots of people get banned for life from Shoes 4 Less, honey. It’s probably … fine?

Miss Piggy: (wailing, kicking) NO! SHOES! NOOO!

Kermit: If it bothers you so much, maybe … uh, just try not punching all the security guards in the face so much next time?

Miss Piggy: No! NO! My life is OVER! I’m buying you the cheapest dog they have and then I’m DYING!

Kermit: uhh

Miss Piggy: (wailing)

Kermit: (slowly backing out the door) … Okay well I’m gonna go fold some socks and I’ll leave you to it.

Miss Piggy: (suddenly sitting up) And you better not kiss any other beautiful women after I’m dead, frog.

Kermit:

Miss Piggy: (dramatically slams herself back on the bed; wailing resumes)

[flashback ends]

Fozzie: And I’m the dog!

Rizzo: Cool!

Kermit: No you are not.

Gonzo: Ooh, that was a great flashback! Can we see the part where you learned karate and high-speed stunt-driving?

Kermit: No! And I’m not avenging anyone’s death!

Rizzo: Ohhh, right, right, right! Sure, sure, I gotcha! You’re “not” avenging “anyone’s” “death”! Of course, why didn’t you say so!? I got just the guy!

Gonzo: (pulls out a megaphone) Attention, all Continental guests! Attention, all scary Continental guests! Sommelier to the front desk, please! Sommelier to the front desk! The world’s most dangerous frog is now purchasing several very large guns!

Kermit: (visible anger)

Swedish Chef: (crashes though a door behind the front desk, stirring a giant pot full of bullets that fly everywhere) Hurdy yurdy, Meester dee Frog! Needin’ der guns fer de pewty-pew, shooty-boom-boom?

Rizzo: He wants to know who the target is.

Gonzo: Tell him it’s me! I wanna see what he would recommend!

Swedish Chef: (begins rummaging under the desk; pulls out a bazooka, a katana, a spike-covered accordion, and a big black cartoon bomb — already lit — with the word ‘BOöMBb’ written on it in giant white letters) Hokey-hinkey Mistier dee Froög! Skirben der moo frinkie shootie all der baddies, ya?

Rizzo: He says it comes with a bayonet and three laser-sights, but it’ll cost you extra.

Fozzie: (playing with nunchucks) Oh wow, Kermit! You could probably “not avenge” the whole city with all this stuff!

Gonzo: (brandishing flamethrower) Or the entire nation of Portugal! Twice!

Kermit: (exasperated groan) Look, I’m not “not avenging” anyone! And especially not the nation of Portugal!

Gonzo: Not even once?

Kermit: NO.

Rizzo: (tossing several ninja stars over his shoulder) Pfft. Not with that attitude, you’re not!

Kermit: Now are you gonna rent me a hotel room, or is that the one thing this place doesn’t have?

Daniel Craig: (standing behind Kermit) Ah, I beg your pardon? I am ALSO checking in? I was told that there were several, ah … dozen murders in need of investigation?

Kenneth Branagh: Ah! Oui, and I was told zee same thing?

Benedict Cumberbatch & Robert Downey Jr: (simultaneously) As was I. (scowl at one another)

Scooter: (arriving from nowhere) If you’ll follow me, gentleman? I’m afraid you’re in our “committing” section; the “solving” section is right over here.

(crowd of detectives departs)

Fozzie: (takes several photos of them)

Keanu Reeves: (walks up wearing a cheap fake mustache and glasses) Um, excuse me? I would ALSO like to check in; my name is, uh … Chlon. Uh … Chlon Ww… Glick. Chlon Glick. I’ve never been here before.

Rizzo: You again? Get out of here, buddy! This place is only for real cool guys with tattoos and tragic pathos! Go be a nobody loser some place else!

Keanu: (leaves)

Rizzo: Jeez, what is with that guy?

Gonzo: I like him! He taught me a cool pen trick! Watch! (jams pens in his “ears”)

Scooter: Ahem! Your room is ready, Mister the Frog. You’re in our “tortured path of self-destructive revenge” suite!

Gonzo: (now with like thirty pens jammed into his face) Ooh, that’s the best one!

Scooter: No, you’re thinking of the “self-destructive path of torturous revenge” suite. This one’s a dump.

Fozzie: Does it have a minibar?

Scooter: It does … not. And it’s next to two different ice machines. (checks clipboard) Make that three.

Fozzie: That’s okay. Is the bed comfy?

Scooter: Not particularly. And you’re definitely going to get attacked in the middle of the night by this guy. (gestures at Crazy Harry)

Crazy Harry: (waves axe around with low, ominous chuckle)

Fozzie: Ooooh, fancy! (snaps a picture)

Kermit: Look, do you have any rooms that aren’t weird horrible death-traps?

Scooter: Uh … probably not, but I guess I can check? You’re welcome to hang out in the lobby while you wait.

Fozzie: (picking up a bar menu) Kermit? Can we order some onion rings?

Rizzo: Yep! And there’s a running gun-battle every hour, on the hour!

Gonzo: (strapping on a helmet, picking up a chicken) Be sure to stay for the evening show; it’s completely different than the afternoon matinee! No spoilers, but I’ll probably die!

Kermit: (grumbles, walks to the bar)

#the muppets #john wick #not gaming related #feed me to the ai daddy #mickey mouse gave elon gonorrhea

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rowlfthedog · 11 months

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There are more in there. I know I missed people, but I stopped once I noticed I got past a hundred (Zoot makes 102). I stuck these in an alphebatizer real quick, but I could not think of a Muppet for X...

Abby Cadabby

Animal

Apollo Pajanimals

Baby Bear

Baby Natasha

Baskerville the Dog

Beaker

Beauregard

Bert

Big Mean Carl

Bobo the Bear

Boober Fraggle

Bunsen

Cantus Fraggle

Clifford

Constantine

Convincing John

Cookie Monster

Count Von Count

Cowbella Pajanimals

Denise the Pig

Digit

Dodos from Follow that Bird (all 4 of them)

Dr. Teeth

Dr. Van Neuter

Edwin Pajanimals

Elmo

Ernie

Floyd Pepper

Fozzie Bear

Frank Oz Muppet

Gobo Fraggle

Gonzo the Great

Gramps

Grover Monster

Grundgetta

Guy Smiley

Happy Yellow Creature

Henrietta (The Chicken)

Hugga Wugga

Iggy Wiggy

Irvine

J.P. Grosse

Janice

Java

Java Again (baby)

Jim Henson Muppet

Joe the Janitor

Johnny Fiama

Julia Autism

Junior Gorg

Kermit the Frog of course

King of the Universe

Lenny the Lizard

Lew Zealand

Lips

Ma Bear

Mahna Mahna

Mean Mama

Miss Piggy

Mokey Fraggle

Muppet Newsman (That is his name)

Nephew (Rowlf’s Nephew)

Nigel

Oscar the Grouch

Pepe

Prairie Dawn

Queen of the Universe

Red Fraggle

Rizzo the Rat

Robin the Frog

Roosevelt Franklin

Rosita Monster

Rowlf the Dog

Sal Minella

Sam Eagle

Sclrapp Flyapp

Scooter the Gofer

Skeeter the. Twin Sister

Snowth 1 from Mahna Mahna

Snowth 2 from Mahna Mahna

Snuffy

Sprocket the Dog

Squacky Pajanimals

Statler

Summer the Penguin

Swedish Chef

Sweetpea Sue Pajanimals

Telly Monster

Uncle Deadly

Uncle Traveling Matt

Waldorf

Walter

Wanda

Wayne

Wembley Fraggle

Wilkins

Wontkins

Yolanda the Rat

Yorick (the All-Consuming Skull)

Zoe Monster

Zoot

#barks

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palettepainter · 11 months

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Weirdos in love

I’ve got Lew Zealand x Crazy Harry brainrot so have some small headcannons while I’m cutting stencils at work:

-Harry sleeps unnaturally still…to the point sometimes people panic and assume he might be dead. It doesn’t help that Harry naturally has a very pale completion which often has people mistaking him for being unwell when they first meet him. Harry is also not apposed to collapsing asleep at a desk or table. When Lew catches Harry asleep and unmoving he’ll place a written note by his head saying “Not dead, sleeping”

-Lew Zealand is trans I don’t make the rules guys

-Harry loves taking apart random appliances to tinker with them and see how they work. More then once Lew has returned him to find Harry taking apart the toaster

-They live in a small house together near a lake where Lew likes to go fishing. The house has an old basement Harry hides in to do all his explosive related work, while Lew practises his boomerang skills in the garden

-Lew likes to go fishing, it’s a hobby he picked up in his teens but his family have always had a knack for fishing. He’s always been a more catch and release type of person though, he’s fine with eating fish based dishes but he doesn’t have the guts to kill a fish himself

-Lew loves swimming and he used to compete in competitions at his school. He is very aerodynamic in the water and basically considers it a second home with how comfortable he is in the water. Harry on the other hand cannot swim to save his life, he never learnt, ontop of hating how cold water feels on his skin and the feeling of weightless ness Harry avoids large bodies of water at all times

-Harry and Lew aren’t as smart as Bunsen and Beaker, but they’re not as oblivious as most people think. Lew has always loved and been passionate about sea life, he has a fondness for tropical fish and other species that often look peculiar or silly, like puffer fish.

Harry is also smart. He was the smartest kid in his science class and left with high grades…But he also knows a lot of bizarre weird facts no normal person would think about: like how to make a pipe bomb out of an air fryer, or how quickly acid can burn through metal, or how to pick locks without leaving evidence, how to hot wire a car, how to escape a country in a day (I’m not saying Harry has a past of criminal offences and may have gotten in trouble with police and has a past wrapped in mystery but I am saying it’s a possibility)

-Harry loves knitted cardigans and sweaters, though he leans more towards cardigans. Maybe he could have grown up somewhere cold and far away from any big city? Hence why he can sometimes be a bit out of the loop with social ques and norms. All of his cardigans are well kept, but they all stink of smoke

-Lew can’t cook to save his life and Harry only knows how to use a microwave and air fryer, so they often don’t eat the most healthy foods. Mac and Cheese is Harry’s favourite while Lew isn’t fussy and tends to eat whatever Harry does. Chef - as a culinary master - is personally offended at their poor diets and on more then one occasion has cooked meals for them (Lew and Harry are very enthusiastic about Chef’s meals, but his irritation about their poor eating habits fly right over their heads)

-They adopted, aka Harry found and brought home, sphynx cat named Newton. They thought they where a boy but it was only after they’d had the cat for a month did they realise it was a girl. Newton is Lew’s and Harry’s adopted hairless baby and they love love LOVE her. Harry in particular is very fond of their little wrinkly four legged child. If it wasn’t for Lew Harry would have adopted a whole army of hairless cats (he knits Newton sweaters in his free time)

-Harry has a bizarre ability of just…appearing out of no where. You’ll walk round a corner and Harry will unexpectedly be there, unblinking, staring at you

-Lew and Harry are close with the band, and Harry in particular is good friends with Animal - mostly because the two balance out each other’s craziness. Newton also loves Animal and likes to curl up on his drum stool or lick at his mess of hair. The other band members are sometimes caught off guard by Harry and his ability to appear out of no where, except for Floyd

-Lew is a big summer guy, while Harry hates the heat. Lew is all about summer fun! Swimming in the sea, sandcastles, ice cream, volley ball on the beach, fishing, kayaking, the whole show! Meanwhile, Harry is huddled under an umbrella at the far end of the beach the furthest away from the sea

-Harry is the best person for scary stories because he doesn’t hold back, something which Lew learnt the hard way and paid the price for by not sleeping well for the next five days.

-Lew and Camilla are surprisingly very close, they bond over the fact of them both having crazy, bizarre husbands who they adore dearly. Camilla sometimes asks Lew to “eggsit” for her when she and Gonzo go out for the evening. Harry doesn’t understand why they need to babysit…eggs of all things, but he knits Lew egg cozies for them

-For some reason I can picture Lew as being Italian, or at least he has strong family ties in Italy

#Fools in love #theyll either blow something up or have a romantic take out dinner of Mac and cheese #Whose to know for sure what will happen #Muppets #the muppets #Lew Zealand #Crazy Harry #Ships #headdcanons

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eminsunnytoons123 · 3 days

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Heres my ship names for the muppets:

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Kermit x miss piggy x fozzie - rainbows, fashion And comedy

Gonzo x Camilla - greatest chickens

Pepe x Rizzo x yolanda - spain, And two sarcasms

Dr bunsen And beaker - nervous science

Scooter x Walter - Ginger haired and Brunette-blond

Skeeter x summer - the tomboy and an artist

Leon x Lindbergh - lizard in kiwi Bird's feathers

Digit x Maya - robotic bass

Dr teeth x sam eagle - groovy liberty

Lew Zealand x Crazy Harry - fishes and explosions

Zoot x Lips - saxophone and trumpet

Janice x Floyd - blonde and red

Animal x Tammy - drums and red hair

Flash x beard - the blond haired And a beard

Solid foam drummer (Kimberly) x chip - the red haired And the nerd

Zondra x Isabella - a goth and a softie

I'll make a part two later ^////^

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musingsinmountains · 1 year

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Masquerade

Synopsis: Your name is Keisuke Baji and it's your second year of studying veterinary medicine in college. Now that the semester is almost over, you’re in danger of losing your scholarship because of your chemistry lab. You may be a pretty smart guy, but that’s not gonna save you. Maybe your lab partner can (even if she’s a bitchy nerd)? Maybe the extra credit you’re gonna get for going to the fine arts festival to support one of your mysterious colleagues? Who knows what happens when the house lights go down and the curtain opens.

C/W: AFAB!Reader, making out, cursing, nicknames, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, College AU, rivals to lovers,

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x AFAB!Reader

Chapter 1: Baji’s lifeline

It was the last regular week of class before midterms and you were stuck in this never ending lab. Wouldn’t be too bad if you were good with lab procedures. Or maybe if you had a less bitchy lab partner. You are staring intently at your lab book.

“Hello? Earth to Baji-kun,” she spoke softly, giving you the side eye. “Are you ready to start the experiment?” God, you HATE how quiet she is. It's always a strain to hear her and it pisses you off.

“What?” you shake your focus off the book in front of you, “ Y-yeah. Let’s go”. You pull your goggles down from the top of your head. You start pulling materials out of your drawer.

“Do you even know what lab we are doing?” she chides you.

“Yeah, the soap one,” you reply.

“Wow,” she turns to you, mocking a gasp, “you’re right this time. So tell me why you are setting up the bunsen burner?” Her arms are crossed at her waist, hip popped.

“Don’t we need it?”

“No,” she sighs, “We are literally making soap with sodium hydroxide, potassium hydroxide, and a variety of fats. We don’t need a bunsen burner.” She slaps the match box out of your hand.

“Fuck off bitch,” you growl, “It was simple mistake, fuckin’ let it go.”

“Then read your damned lab procedure!” She whipped off her goggles. Now she was shouting at you. The whole lab went silent.

“Oh, Mouse can squeak loudly! I actually heard yah this time,” You give her a sarcastic smile, flashing your canines. The lab was still, save for the authoritative click of heeled shoes.

“For fucks sake,” your partner massages her temples, “Here comes Professor Sato”

Having the professor approach your table was never a good sign. “Baji-san, is there a problem?” Her tone was cool and collected. Professor Sato rarely showed emotion, very robotic like.

“We just had a misunderstanding ma’am,” you sigh, “I set up some equipment I shouldn’t have.”

“You two seem to have a lot of those. You’re my brightest VetMeds, you are gonna be working together a lot.” Sato said, “After the lab today, both of you need to come to my office”.

“Yes’m,” the two of you say in unison, looking at each other sheepishly.

“I know you two can do this,” Professor Sato smiled politely as she walked away to continue observing the lab.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” your partner said, back to her quiet self. A soft click came from the highlighter in her hand as she took your lab book.

“I shouldn’t have cussed at yah,” you said. She was busy with your book. “Whatcha doing in my book?” God she was annoying.

“Highlighting and numbering what I want you to do,” she exhaled hard, “I am not doing all the work and having you get a decent grade off me.”

“Oh, thanks Mouse,” you also let out a long breath. Maybe this would be helpful? Maybe she wasn’t such a bitch.

“I’ll let that stupid nickname slide if it means we can get this over and done with,” she looks at you, over her cat eye glasses. To you, her eyes were dark pools of onyx, calculated with focus.”Look,” she pointed at the book, “I’m going to label three beakers with how much of the oils we need. Please go get our oils.” She quickly labels three beakers with Olive, Coconut, and Mystery. All three beakers had 15 oz written by the oil label.

“Simple enough,” you reply, “be back in a bit.” You go to retrieve the warmed oils from the crock pot bar at the lab assistant’s desk. The return to your bench was slow, the beakers of oil were quite warm and you didn't want to drop them. “Oil, check.”

“Great, thanks” her tone was much more cheery now. She showed you her book, “I’m doing the steps in blue, if you can multitask, read while I do the steps.”

“That’s a little condescending, donchya think Mouse?” you retort to her direction.

“Huh?”

“What you just told me to do.”

“Sorry, I figured you didn't actually read the lab. I have shit to do today and I want to get done. I don't get paid to babysit,” There was a vein of ice in her whisper. She was kneeling by the lab bench, measuring out sodium hydroxide. Though she did have a point, you didn’t read anything you were supposed to this week.

“I’m not the best with this shit,” you gesture to the book, “Would you mind, like, giving me a breakdown of what you’re doing?”

“Sure,” she sighed, “I’m currently trying to measure our reagents by looking at the meniscus”. This continued for the duration of the lab. She’d ask you to complete the next pink number, then she’d tell you what she was doing. Occasionally, you’d write down numbers she’d call out or things you and she observed. Eventually, the two of you completed the saponification lab. All too soon, the two of you were standing in front of Professor Sato’s office.

“Here goes nothin’” you said as the professor approached her door.

“Welcome, come on in.” Was it possible for her to be human? Professor Sato’s office was bland. No pictures, no color, not even a periodic table. Just her desk, two chairs, a succulent, a wax melter, and several book cases full of texts, journals, and materials. Very minimalistic. “Please,” she ushered at the chairs, “Have a seat.”

You remain silent, with a twinge of guilt. Guilt. That's all that was in your mind. You knew better than to yell at a woman. Your mom raised you to be respectful to everyone, but especially women. Then you turned around and cussed out your lab partner. In front of the entire lab. And now you were in the professor's office. You felt bad, but she did technically start the whole ordeal. You just fought back.

“You wanted to see us Professor Sato?” Mouse asked. You could tell she was also not excited to be here. She fidgeted with the wrist banding of her sweater.

“Yes,” your professor began, “Today’s outburst seems like it has been the worst of them this semester. I’ve been keeping the data.” She swivels her desk top monitor, showing a graph, “Your lab scores are encroaching on dismal. The two of you have to get your ducks in a row. As I mentioned, you two are my brightest VetMeds. I don’t want to see either of you struggle.” She shoots Mouse a soft look, “I know you struggle with teamwork in the lab. Besides that, your performance on tests is superb.” Mouse nods in acknowledgement. “However, as lab partners, both of your lab grades are suffering. And the lab is half your grade. I will permit you to resubmit all your reports from the first half of the semester for reconsideration and regrade. You must have all of them edited and turned in by the end of midterms next week.”

“I can agree to that,” Mouse replied. “We could set up a time to meet to do work this week,” she sounded rushed. “I do apologize but I have an appointment I have to get to. Baji-kun, here’s my number. Text me and we can set up a study block.” You take the note with her number. Her penmanship was so crisp.

“Very well, thank you for your cooperation. I’ll see you in lecture tomorrow,” Professor Sato breathed as Mouse closed the door. “As for you Baji-san,” her tone was a little more serious as she gave you the librarian stare, “You sir, are in danger of losing your scholarship. This class is paramount for veterinary medicine.”

“Yes’m,” your brows furrow, “I don’t know why the lab portion is so hard for me. I feel like I get everything else fairly well”. You are choking back tears. But you are Keisuke Baji, and there was no way in hell that you would cry in front of your professor.

“Take a deep breath Baji-san,” Professor Sato sighed, “I have a proposition for you”. Your ears prick as your gaze meets hers. “The spring Fine Arts festival is starting tonight and one of the members of the VetMed cohort is involved.” She slid a flier towards you,”So if you go to each of these events and write about the performances, you can earn enough extra credit to bring up your lab grade, along with your edited lab reports.”

“You didn’t mention who I am supposed to support,” you mention, “How will I know if it's the right person?”

“That's the fun part, the theme this semester is Masquerade. Staff know who is who. But the student body won’t know until the festival is over,” your professor smirked, “If you accept, I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”

“I don’t really have a fu-choice, do I?” you ask, taking the flier off her desk.

“If you want to keep your scholarship.”

“Which I do,” you snort.

“Then you’ll be at the first event tonight. Might be helpful to have a friend go with you, you might want the data for your reviews,” When Professor Sato smiled, it kinda creeped you out.

“Thank you for the opportunity Professor,” You bow to her and head out of her office with the flier. Your eyes fixated on a girl with long split dyed silver and black hair, gauzy black dress adorned with strappy navy blue harnesses, and a sparkling sapphire blue mask. She was beautiful and had gorgeous curves that were accented by those harness straps.

Come on, pick up. You were impatiently walking to your bike when you heard Chifuyu’s voice.

“Hey, What’s up Baji-kun?”

“I have to go to the fine art festival events this week for class. I might need help with paying attention since it's probably gonna be boring as hell. Wanna go?’ you finish tying down your school bag to your bike.

“Yeah, sure. Gonna head home and then go back?” Chifuyu asks.

“Yup, see you in thirty,” you click off the call, fix your helmet to your head, and motor back to your apartment where your roommate was waiting. When you got home, you quickly ate some yakisoba, changed into your more relaxed street clothes and grabbed a notebook and pencil.

“Woah, she yelled at you?” Chifuyu asks as you guys head towards your bike.

You nod, “Yeah, and I cussed her out. So Professor Sato had us come to office hours to talk about how bad we acted. I’m in danger of losing my scholarship if we don’t turn it around.”

“No shit,” Chifuyu was surprised. He knew how much you didn’t like her. You wouldn't say you loathed her, but you weren’t gonna be best friends anytime soon. She was intimidating in a way, you were in all the same classes and the same major. With her being one of the top students, you had a rival for the first time in ages. This time, at least, you weren’t fighting with your fists.

Chifuyu texts Kazutora to let him know you’d both be out late on campus. He shot back that he didn't really care but for you guys to be safe. It's hard to be unsafe at a fine arts show.

“What’s the show you have to go to?” Chifuyu asked on the way back to campus.

“It's a Masquerade vocal showcase,” you shrug, “Apparently, one of the participants is in my cohort. Professor Sato said she’d give me extra credit if I write some reviews.” Luckily the ride to and from campus isn't too long. You were able to find a good place to park and flashed your student IDs at the door person as they handed you each a program.

“I’ve heard about these masquerade events,” Chifuyu mused as you walked into the recital space, “Sounds like it could be fun.” He picked the direct center of the hall for the two of you to sit. They were the best seats, you had a great view and could easily observe anything that happened.

You flipped through the pamphlet. There were bios and descriptions of each number that was being performed tonight. The girl from the flier stuck in your mind, so you quickly found her section, she was going by the moniker “Siren”. She was in your year, but there was no mention of her major. They gave a few of her interests; cats, video games and vibing to classic rock. She’s hot and a cat lover too, you smiled. One of her selections tonight was dedicated to her late grandfather; Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of The Opera. The other was from Hairspray, I Can Hear the Bells.

Soon the house lights flickered, then they dimmed off. A first year stepped out of the wings to the stage, introducing herself as the master of ceremonies for the evening and asking everyone to turn their phones off. “Welcome everyone to our first ever Masquerade showcase. As you see in our program, all of our talented performers will not be showing their faces to you tonight while they are on stage.” A chorus of “ooh” and “aah” came from the audience, and she continued, “To find out who these amazing artists are, you will have to come back for all performances you can and then the reveal will be Friday night”. A short round of thundering applause followed her statement. “Alright, without further ado, I present to you Solo Broadway Night and our first performer, Siren.”

As the MC left the stage, all but one spot light went out on the center of the stage. Her entrance was so quiet, you would have thought it was your lab partner. Soft piano, a recording of woodwinds, and standing chimes started to play and as she stepped into the light, that picture on the flier did not do her justice. Softly at first standing in the spotlight, she sings, “I can hear the bells, Well don’t yah hear ‘em chime? Can’t you feel my heartbeat keeping perfect time, and all because he…” the long notes swelling with what you perceived was the characters love for someone.

Then Siren became suddenly animated as the tempo picked up, lights warmed the stage, and she flitted about, the gauzy dress flowing like smoke while she moved. Then bumping hips with the chime player as she hit the lyric about being knocked off her feet. Her song continues, like she's conversing with her best friends about the boy she likes and how she’s gonna marry him. “I can hear the bells, I can hear the bells,” she locks eyes with the person operating her spotlight, like she’s looking into the clouds. Even though she wasn't looking at you, your heart damn near stops as that last note ends with a sigh.

She accepts her applause. Her chest is heaving, maybe from the thrill of performing or maybe she was super nervous about the song resonating with the audience. She bows and takes her leave of the stage. The MC girl comes back and introduces the next singer. As she speaks, you furiously jot down notes. Ignoring the other performances, you fill three pages. Chifuyu looks over at you, bewildered. “Dude, what are you doing?” he whispers

“I know who i’m writing about for my reviews,” you return the whisper. The MC girl came back again, announcing a 10 minute intermission. You take the moment to get up, grab a drink of water, and crack your back. While in the break, you see Emma and Hinata coming out of the art gallery with Draken and Stuipdmitchy. You make eye contact and wave. They return the wave and head out of the building. Then you hear that click of authoritative heels.

“Baji-san,” Profession Sato greeted you.

“Professor,” you respond. It felt wrong to see her outside of class. It always feels weird to see your professors in public.

“Enjoying the showcase?” She asks so coolly.

“Much more than I thought I would so far,” you scratch your head, trying to be nonchalant.

“That’s what I thought. These students put in the same amount of work our academic students do,” She beamed, “Its beautiful to see what people are capable of.”

“Yeah,” you smirk, “To think one of these people is in my cohort. They must not sleep or eat.”

“You never know,” she smiles at you, “Enjoy the rest of the show. Don’t forget to contact your lab partner Baji-san.” She pats your shoulder and takes her leave, back to her seat. You follow suit and Chifuyu talks your ear off about the other performers until the house lights dim again.

The MC comes back, reminding everyone to silence their phones and announcing that the second half of the show will be in reverse order, meaning that Siren would be closing out the evening. To be honest, you’re kinda annoyed that she's last now. You really wanted to see her and then leave, but you now have to sit through the other five performers. Maybe you’ll space out a bit, maybe you’ll doodle in your notebook.

Spoiler alert: you didn’t space out. While the other singers weren’t who you wanted to hear, these performances in the second half were something to behold. Each singer had picked a scene to fully act out. Shit, you think as these brilliant scenes play out before you.

“All right, Thank you so much for coming tonight,” the MC begins, “Our last scene performed by Siren will begin here shortly.” There was a quiet shuffle in the darkness behind the MC. As she exited the stage, all the lights went dark save for a tiny little light illuminating the piano in the pit.

“You were once,” there’s that voice, but it's not on the stage. Siren is slowly processing through the audience, “My lone companion. You were all that mattered.” You turn in your seat to watch her cross behind the back most row. “You were once a friend and father,” she was passing your seat, her cape brushed against your leg.

The softest whiff of roses caught in your nose, “Then my world was shattered.” She's ascending the steps to the stage with her hood down. She has a bouquet of flowers and the lights come up on an altar for, who you can safely assume is, her grandfather.

She started into the chorus and chills went down your spine. In the next verse, she sits next to the altar only briefly, coming to the end of the verse, “Too many years, fighting back tears.” Then she stands, violently tossing the flowers down, “Why can’t the past just die.” You could hear her choking back grief, and pain. She literally was putting her ache into this.

She glides to the side of the altar, singing the final chorus. “Help me say,” she slowly pulled the hood up, “goodbye.” Her hand lightly caressed the picture and the lights went black. When the lights came back up, you shot out of your seat to applaud. You were followed by Chifuyu and soon the rest of the theater. The one standing ovation of the night went to her. She’s taking her bows and you can see tears streaming down her face from behind the mask she wears.

“Holy shit,” Chifuyu says, his eyes wide.

“Tell me about it,” you reply. Slowly but surely, the theater empties. You and Chifuyu decide to wait a bit so the traffic dies down. You sit there filing out your notebook and asking your best friend if there was anything he thought you needed to add. You’d type it up in one big paper later. While you waited, you turned your phone back on and sent a text to your lab partner.

KB: Hey Mousey, You free tomorrow afternoon? I’m done after chem. Lunch and lab reports?

Mouse: Fucking seriously? It’s 10:30 pm, you ass. But sure, that works. My only class is chem.

KB: Alright. Night bitch.

Mouse: Fuck you.

You smiled while looking at your phone. “What or who are you smiling at?” Chifuyu pokes at you.

“Just getting told off by Mouse again,” you click your screen off.

“What did you do now?” he asks.

“Apparently, texting her at ten thirty,” you smirk.

“That tracks for you and her,” Chifuyu laughs, “Looks like it's thinned out. We should go.”

“I’m fuckin’ tired,” you yawn, walking out of the performance space. The ride home felt like it went real quick like. Maybe it was the thoughts in your head, images of that mystery girl belting her heart out. It was probably because it was ten forty when you headed home and the roads were clear. You get home at eleven, you go right to your room. Laying down, you are pleasantly haunted by Siren’s last performance as you start to drift off into sleep.

Dividers by @benkeibear

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september1st1899 · 2 years

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My muppets’ newsies cast

My main man Kermit the Frog as Jack Kelly of course

Ms Piggy as Katherine Plumber

Crutchie played by Andrew Keenan- Bolger reprising his role

Fozzie Bear as Davey Jacobs, instead of fun facts and fancy words he makes bad jokes

It still fits

Robin the Frog as Les, they look very similar, at least when they’re both wearing their hats (Muppet Caper)

Joseph Pulitzer played by human #2

Medda Larkin played by Camilla

Mr. Wiesel played by Sam Eagle

Oscar and Morris Delancey played by Zoot and Lips, the oft forgotten members of the Electric Mayhem

Uncle Deadly as mr. Snyder

Roosevelt played by Gonzo the Great to maintain the Camilla x Gonzo arc

Hannah played by Sweetums. He wears a dark blonde wig with no attempt to hide his existing hair

Bunsen played by dr. Bunsen Honeydew bc of course

Beaker playing Seitz

Statler and Waldorf as the Bowery Beauties. They don’t actually perform, they just heckle the show in slutty costumes

Nuns played by Janice, dr Teeth and sgt. Floyd Pepper

Now for the ensemble newsies

Pepe the King Prawn as Spot

Rizzo the Rat would embody Racetrack

Albert played by Human #3

Finch played by Lew Zealand, and instead of his slingshot he has his boomerang fish

Romeo played by Link Hogthrob for obvious reasons

The Swedish chef as Mush because of how Mush got his name y’know

Mike and Ike played by the Snowths

Animal as Smalls

Walter as Henry

Rowlf the dog as Jojo

Ps: this

#muppets-musical casts by me #muppets #newsies #livesies

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certified-muppet-enjoyer · 7 months

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Beaker’s “Oh No!“ was so cute and dramatic lol

THIS is the same clip with the Exercise-O-Matic boots too lol

#the muppets #bunsen and beaker #beaker muppets #bunsen honeydew #muppet labs #weird science #why was he on the roof lmao #bunsen x beaker

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dinklebat · 2 years

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Static Screams

Zombie!Creepypasta

(Bitey Bitey AU by @krayolacolor)

Tw: dehumanization, medical malpractice, gore, cannibalism, death, general horror, angst, and whump, also I wrote this in one evening without proofreading.

wc: 2.9k

Summary: A series of severely damaged tapes reveal Cody (X Virus) and Jack (EJ)’s attempts at curing the (zombie) virus that has taken so many of their colleagues.

“Testing, testing.”

Through the static, the image of a dark-haired boy adorned in a gas mask and goggles cuts in. He impatiently taps at the screen, his scowl deepening.

“It’s not a touch screen,” a bored voice calls out from behind him, out of sight. He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“I know, I know. I’m just trying to see if it’s recording or not.”

“The only thing it's recording right now is your stupid face. Just take a few steps back and chill.”

The first boy takes a few steps backwards, the rest of his body coming into frame. He’s visibly scrawny for his age, even covered in layers of protective clothing. He clears his throat and awkwardly waves a hand at the camera. “Um, hi. If you’re watching this, I’m either dead, or I’m about to win a Nobel Prize.”

He steps back, revealing more of his surroundings. The walls are old and weathered at their edges, but every surface seems to be well-maintained, polished and sterilized to perfection. Dark countertops are covered with various instruments and tools: beakers, bunsen burners, microscopes and more. Sitting at one of the various machines is another man, with dark, almost gray skin and large, pointed ears akin to those of a bat.

“Either way, here is the current situation. A viral outbreak has occurred and is quickly evolving into a larger pandemic. The virus behaves most similar to rabies and encephalitis. What starts as nausea, migraines, and a high fever escalates to rapid swelling in the brain, resulting in a loss of cognitive function, aggressive behavior, and a craving for raw meat. Other symptoms include disrupted sleeping patterns, necrosis of appendages, and organ failure. The virus appears to be transmitted through bodily fluids such as blood and saliva. Whether it can be transmitted through other fluids such as tears and sweat requires further testing.”

The boy pulls out a small sign labeled “Experiment 7A: Test 1” and proudly displays it in front of the camera.

“For our first series of tests we will be pre-existing viral medications for similarly behaving pathogens, especially those designed to fight encephalitis in order to reduce swelling of the brain.”

Suddenly a series of shouts ring out as a door slams open. The scientist quickly runs behind the camera, tilting it to better record the commotion.

A large beast, covered in moss-like fur broken up by bone-like armor, carries in a moaning, decaying body. The thing in its jaws clearly used to be human, but is now nothing but a hollow shell with bloodshot eyes and rotting gashes decorated by maggots. A girl with pink-streaked hair runs in after the large monster, muzzling the infected before prying it out of the beast’s jaws, only to immediately plop the writhing mass on the floor.

“Tadaaaaa,” she cheers. “We caught a zombie!”

She hops onto the counter, swinging her legs excitedly. “I totally lost an earring, but otherwise no one was hurt.”

“They’re not zombies. That would imply they’re undead,” the boy in the gas mask quickly corrects, earning an eye roll from both his companion and the girl.

The other researcher, the man with dark skin and pointed ears, turns towards the newcomers, his ears twitching impatiently. “It would probably be safer to tie up and muzzle it first next time,” he reprimanded. “But otherwise well-done.”

He picked up the infected as if it were a rag doll and plopped it into a chair. The thing growled and clawed at him, but it seemed unable to break his skin. From his pocket, he pulled out a syringe, carefully tilting the infected’s body around. His fingers trace the skin deftly , feeling for the vein. He plunges in the syringe and the body begins to still for a moment.

He steps back and sighs, seemingly admiring his handiwork. The infected’s eyes roll as its body begins to spasm and seize, foaming out the mouth.

“Damn it!” someone knocks into the camera, as the tape darkens into static.

The screen tears and crackles as a new image appears. Muffled audio slowly rings in as he pulls out the sign again. The “1” has been erased, replaced by a “7”. Despite this, he remains optimistic in tone as his voice cuts through the static.

“We’ve determined that the antiviral medication was primarily ineffective at fully eradicating the virus, although it may be preventative in earlier stages. We’ve decided to now try introducing pre-existing vaccines into the system instead, namely rabies immune globulin. This is also typically used as a preventative treatment, but I theorize we may be able to at least slow the viruses’ ability to reproduce in the host.”

Another infected has been pinned to a chair, squirming in its chains.

“Cody, can you just take notes afterwards?” his bat-eared colleague complains as he tilts his face towards the camera, revealing dark sockets where his eyes should be. Cody scoffs, but hands him the shot, quickly pulling his hand away from the reach of the infected.

“It’ll be better for documentation in the long run if we have visuals of what occurred.”

“Mm,” the eyeless man hummed, injecting the test subject with ease. “I think it would be better to save memory space for full dissection of the specimens instead of these trials, that’s all. Especially since we can’t exactly go out and buy more right now”

The infected’s movements slowed slightly, its eyes glazing over.

“Alright, Jack, I’ll make sure to save you a tape.”

The voices fade out as the screen tears again. Sentence fragments clip in and out as the tape corrects itself, revealing a new image. Cody stands before the camera once more, though his goggles are now crooked and his hair is far more unkempt.

“Modern science is proving…ineffective, so Jack has suggested that we turn to the dark arts.”

“I said ‘ask around about magical alternatives’.”

“Same difference,” Cody waved away his partner’s protests. “So this week, I will be joined by my colleagues, Ben and Kagekao.”

The scientist gestures to the side, where a short blonde boy with bleeding eyes and a masked man with dark hair sit impatiently. Cody adjusts his goggles and holds up his sign displaying the test number: 16.

“First up, BEN. I would like you to attempt possessing one of our subjects.”

The blonde boy clicks his tongue disapprovingly, but approaches the infected nonetheless. As he moves, the screen appears to glitch and tear around him. Even the parts of him that appear outwardly normal on the screen are translucent, showing reflections of objects nearby where there should be flesh.

“Traditionally, possessions by more powerful spirits like BEN do not adhere to typical physical limitations of mortals. This is how they are able to contort bodies into otherwise impossible forms, such as rotating the head 360 degrees. Thus, I have hypothesized that BEN will be able to manipulate the body independently of the virus's normal restrictions, allowing for easier study and perhaps even isolation of infection,” Cody rambles to the camera excitedly.

“This is gross,” BEN mutters, stepping into the subject’s body. It convulses for a moment before slowly blinking its eyes.

“Yeah…gross…” it repeats, its speech slurred and gravelly. Its eyes stare blankly at the camera, a cloudy and unfocused gaze.

“How so?” Cody tilts his head, clicking his pen against his notebook. The possessed creature flinches at the noise.

“Well it's always…weird but…makes feel…sick…like really…really dirty clothes.”

“Do you still have any of the urges previously exhibited in infected subjects?”

“Not really…just kinda…tired…achy…” the possessed body’s head bobbed up and down, as if it were nodding off to sleep. It strains itself, trying to move beneath its restraints, chest heaving in deep gasps.

“Well, for a first test it could’ve gone worse,” Jack chimed in coolly. “Please try to exit now.”

The body convulsed again, even stronger this time, knocking both itself and the chair to the floor before finally stilling. BEN stepped out, gagging and shivering. “I’m def not doing that again. Don’t even ask.”

Jack leaned in closer to the specimen, his ears tilting towards it. “Strange. Its breathing and heart rate have slowed significantly.”

He nudged it with his foot but the infected remained unresponsive. He kneels down curiously, poking and prodding at the decaying mass of flesh.

“Even asleep they’re never this docile,” Cody agreed, jotting it down in his notebook.

“That’s because its soul dipped,” Kagekao laughed. “Normally when you kick someone’s soul out, they keep trying to take back control. But he was so horrified by what his body had become that he just left instead!”

Ben snorted. “That’s a first for me.”

“Very interesting,” Cody’s eyes widened beneath his goggles. “BEN, are you sure you wouldn’t mind going just one more time?”

The screen crackles, movements of the various individuals blurred under layers of static. By the time it finally clears, Cody looks even worse for wear. His outer layers of clothing have been scratched and torn and the lenses of his goggles are beginning to crack, revealing massive eye bags underneath. He shakily holds up a sign. “Test 30.”

“I’ve decided to move on to magical items. Our peers up in the mansion are trying to quarantine from the lab as much as possible, but they’ve graciously provided us with as much as they could.”

He gestures to a hastily-packaged box of miscellaneous objects on the counter behind him. “For our first trial, we’ll start with Rowan.”

“Hi!” another boy chirps, waving excitedly at the camera. Compared to some of the others, the blonde looks relatively normal, other than the bandages covering his chest. He begins to unravel the bandages, revealing large, rotting cavities in his chest filled with moss and mushrooms. Sitting right where his heart should be is a swirling crystal orb which he yanks out with a sharp tug. He holds it in his hand for a second, glancing nervously at Cody.

“You promise you’ll put it back, right?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“That's not very promising,” Rowan grumbled, but handed the orb nonetheless. As soon as it leaves his grasp, his body collapses to the floor, lifeless. Cody blinks owlishly, visibly stifling the urge to study him instead of the situation at hand.

Jack then drags in an infected with its chest already carved out. As Jack holds back the head of the subject, preventing it from tearing into Cody’s flesh, Cody crams the orb into the cavity. Roots sprout from the edges, latching onto the new vessel.

Cody turns to the camera, briefly explaining, “This orb is a fae artifact that provides immortality to the holder when placed where the heart should be, as long as the creature attached to it is fed on life force. According to records, it has worked on both magical and non magical beings, so we have high hopes for this one.”

“Cody.”

“We already talked about this, you have to keep meticulous records for future research-”

“No. Cody, the necrosis is reversing.”

The dark haired boy whips around, examining the specimen. Slowly but surely, the flesh was beginning to regenerate.

“Any improved cognitive function?”

“Nothing visibly, but intracranial pressure is slowly decreasing, so it’s not impossible-”

A growl erupts from across the room. A moss-furred creature the size of a dire wolf with rotting flesh stalks towards them. Its face is covered in an exoskeletal skull, with a jaw that cracked open ominously.

“I thought Rowan said he fed it beforehand…” Jack raises an eyebrow, the goo dripping from his eyes intensifying ever-so-slightly. He steps forward, blocking Cody from its view.

“Easy…” he whispers. Its hollow sockets gaze down at his own.

Then it pounces, tearing at him. Shouts and screams echo through the room as its tail knocks over the camera, crashing it into darkness. Muffled growls rumble through the audio for a bit, until eventually the camera is picked back up and placed in its proper position by an extremely disheveled and stained Cody.

In his hand is a dark, dripping orb. He pants heavily, adjusting his goggles using the reflection on the screen.

The camera refocuses, revealing an equally rumpled Jack, covered in scratches and bruises. The creature is pinned beneath him, but the action has little meaning. Its body lies utterly limp, a result of the orb’s removal.

Still panting, Cody plops the orb into Rowan’s chest. It pulses in delight and the body begins to move again, as the creature rapidly rots away into nothing but dust. As he regains control over his body, Rowan leaps onto the rotting corpse of the infected, tearing into it.

“Rowan-” Cody backs up in a panic. The blonde looks up, blood dripping down his mouth. Recognition soon fills his gaze.

“Sorry, I- I haven’t felt that hungry in centuries,” he trembles, averting his gaze. “I’ll…I’ll clean this up.”

Jack pats the smaller man on the back and whispers something to him quietly. Cody blinks, then returns his focus to the camera. “Moving onto Test 31-”

The screen returns to static for a few seconds before a new image quickly fades into view. This time, Jack stands in the foreground, holding the sign, as Cody works quietly in the background, peering into his microscope.

“Magic has proved almost entirely ineffective thus far, but I have a working theory on why,” the eyeless doctor explains. “Whereas someone else decided just to give up.”

Cody puts his hands over his ears childishly, tuning out his partner.

Jack chuckles, his hand instinctively raising to hide his pointed smile. “Anyways, the majority of items and individuals that we have available are either demonic or fae in nature. Both of these species share a weakness to iron, a substance which can be either extremely conductive or entirely nullifying towards magic depending on the type of mana channeled.”

Cody leans in closer to his microscope, muttering to himself, but Jack remains unphased. “The diet of the infected, which primarily consists of raw, red meat, is extremely rich in iron. This excess iron build up is likely interfering with otherwise smooth proceedings. It may also account for some of the liver and pancreas failure we’ve seen in several subjects. Thus, if we restrict the iron in a subject’s diet over a period of time, returning to more anemic levels-”

Suddenly, Cody jumps up from his seat, his hands flapping excitedly. “JACK! JACK!”

The man sighs, pointed ears swiveling towards him. “What is it now?”

“I think I found a combination of antiviral antibodies and chemicals that kills the virus. It worked on all 3 of my samples!” The boy jumped up and down, eagerly showing off his petri dishes to his partner.

“I’m still blind,” Jack patiently reminds him, tapping his dark sockets. Even so, he is unable to hide the excitement creeping onto face. Cody blushes beneath his gas mask and mutters an apology.

“We should test it on a live subject as soon as possible,” the smaller boy grins.

“But Nina said that they’ve already cleared out most of the local packs.”

“Well, there’s one group we haven’t tried yet,” Cody whispers, running over to the camera and clicking it off.

The screen goes dark for a moment before flashing with color a final time.

Cody carefully preps a syringe in front of the camera, enthusiastically noting each step in his process. In the background, Jack and Rowan pin down a squirming infected. This one in a later stage of decay, his face torn and skin gray. Despite this, he remains strong, struggling against both Jack and Rowan as Nina cheers behind them. He growls and claws at them, bloodshot green eyes narrowed.

But Cody remains calm as he preps the syringe. He nods to Jack, who twists the infected’s arm, revealing a pulsing vein. As the others pin back his dangerous teeth, Cody presses in the syringe, injecting his latest creation. The subject pauses his struggle, falling limp into Jack’s arms.

The others hold their breath, but the infected continues to stare lifelessly.

‘I thought you said this would cure him,” Nina sniffles, tears beginning to creep down her face, leaving dark streaks from her mascara.

“I said it would kill the virus,” Cody repeated, kneeling down and taking the subject’s face in his gloved hand. “I don’t know how reversible the other effects are. With some intensive care, we might be able to restore cognitive function, or he might remain a vegetable.”

He releases his grip, sighing. “At least we’ll have a way to reverse early stage infections. I should also be able to easily adapt these results into a vaccine.”

Nina sobs harder, running in and hugging the infected tightly. “Doby…”

“Nina…?” a hoarse voice whispers. Dobby blinks slowly, the horrors of the lasat months slowly dawning on him. Tears flood down his face as he breaks down. The others pause, aghast.

“OMG YOU’RE OKAY!” she wails into his shoulder.

“Hh…it all hurts…” he murmurs.

Cody removes his goggles, taking a closer look at the scene playing out before him. “Incredible…”

Jack smiles, the goo from his sockets dripping down like tears. “Good job, partner.”

“One down, half the world’s population to go,” Cody replies, leaning towards the camera and clicking it off for a final time, plunging everything into darkness.

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The Hug (Bunsen x Beaker Carrie au)

EXPLANATION BEFORE YOU MAY START READING:

This is a Muppet (namely about Beaker and Bunsen) alternative universe which I imagined long ago on my Deviantart account (sampea.deviantart.com).

Please allow me to explain this alternative universe. It is basically the Carrie White Universe (the one from Stephen King, that is), only with Muppets/Sesame Street characters. In this universe, Beaker is a muppet which has been bullied by others as long as he remembers, not only by Kermit and his gang, but his preacher father as well… After a particularly hard beating in the shower, because of a nosebleed… He discovers a new power hidden to him until now…Telekinesis.

One day, as he is researching some books on it, he comes upon another outcast of his school: a green muppet man with glasses that is passioned by the occult and science. Seeing Beaker’s similar interest in it, he gladly invites him to try some experiments. And thus, Beaker’s secret is revealed for the first time to someone else. Far from being afraid, Bunsen happily continues on his experiments, studying Beaker as a fascinating specimen (while keeping it totally secret). And…Over their secret meetings after school…A new feeling develops inside Beaker…Love…for a man…What would his father do to him if he found out? Certainly, something worse than the dreadful closet…And yet, for the first time in his life, Beaker is not that terrified of his father’s wrath…For Bunsen is the first one in a long, long time to show genuine kindness… And dare he say, he wished he could go to prom with him…

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It all happened so fast...One moment they were there on the podium...Then...a warm and gooey substance splashed both of them...When Bunsen turned to his side...Beaker was there...All covered in...Wait, iron-like smell...Oh,no...BLOOD. He gawked for a moment and turned towards the stunned attendants...Then, it got out...

''YOU MANIACS!''

Then, a metal sound... CLUNK! Something on his head...Then, he passed out...

''Bunsen!''...

When he came to, Beaker was gone...and the gymnasium was aflame...The smaller, pudgier teen quickly got to his feet, despite his headache, seeing a door struggling against panicked students. He quickly calculated (or rather theorised) what had happened and pushed against it, until he could see his love on the other side as Bunsen squeeze through the door.

''Beaker!''

The latter whipped his head back...glowing white and red in the eyes...Bunsen gasped...But he resolved himself:

''Beaker! Wait!''

Suddenly, the door slammed-opened, apace and the struggling teens burst out of the confines of the boiling gymnasium. Bunsen was almost trampled, but he was determined to find the taller, red-haired boy that was his date...

That one was now almost solemnly walking towards the distance...his tuxedo all stained of crimson...

But if Bunsen was freed by him, then surely, he could stop him...

(TIMESKIP)

By the time Bunsen reached the church, the streets were swimming in high voltage...Beaker would not let any part of the town go unpunished...In all that time he had experimented with him back at the school lab...He would have never guessed just how strong Beaker's powers could be...He figured Beaker would be here...And the cracked door was hypothesis enough...

Beaker was here...praying...like a man about to get married...at the altar...Bunsen stood there...Unsure and concerned and afraid...He slowly inched towards the center of the two rows of wooden seats...

''...Beaker?...''

The latter slowly got up on one knee...then fully standing... knuckles white and bleeding...Though most likely not from the downpour of earlier...And then, through gritted teeth..and a sigh...

''...Bunsen...''

The spectacled one recoiled a little. And the small objects and lanterns began to shake...''Cautiously..Cautiously...'', said a mantra in Bunsen's head...

''I...I am sorry...I never knew this would happen...This wasn't supposed to...I wanted to offer you a most...positive experience...This wasn't supposed to happen.''

''You...did this...Didn't you?...'' Beaker hissed, panting...And the lanterns shook and the seats creaked...

''No!'', Bunsen whispered... ''I did not! How can you possibly say-AAH!''

The lanterns flew like a shell past his ears, crashing near the big doors at the front and the seats exploded into shards.

''ADMIT IT!'', snarled the telekinetic redhead.

Bunsen ducked and whimpered, but he still resolved to move forward...Even as he felt himself levitating...But he was not thrown backwards...Enough of a good sign.

''Beaker! Listen to me! I did not know that this prank would happen! I swear! Search your mind! Search my mind! It was never in my hypothesis to hurt you! Please! It must have been Kermit! Beaker-''

WHOOSH! He was suddenly flung over to Beaker. Bunsen instinctively held him...

Beaker was panting...The shards dropped. He then...Found his arms around the meatier teenager...

But a piercing glaze of his slented pupil made Bunsen gasp in primal intrusion of his mind...He felt it being scanned and scrubbed-clean with a cotton bud...Inspected and probbed beyond his ability to bear it...But then, it was swifly done...

Beaker's eyes widened...Then his irises return to their normal browns...Bunsen was not lying...He...wanted him...All of him...Loved him.

Beaker short-circuited in the throat...He almost coughed...And let the tears flows and hid into the crook of Bunsen's shoulders...He whimpered like a wounded animal...A pup even...

Bunsen just held him in the same manner...pushing the thought of a fire away from his thoughts...

His love was hurt...And needed him.

THE END

SECOND PART TO THIS FANFICTION:

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