#they're scientists!

[stpwrites]

Art by Chris Yarborough.

Sometimes to save the world, you've got to punch a few dragons…

When the planet is being eaten by interdimensional parasites who literally tear holes in reality, what do you do? If you're Charlie Chase, you dive headfirst into an interdimensional adventure. Charlie knows her calling is a weighty one, but she trusts her mentor’s orders: Travel to another dimension, fix the tear, and get home to do it all over again.

But when she gets stuck on an alternate Earth, she has to turn to the most unexpected of allies: a younger, more eccentric, more infamous version of the brilliant mind that sent her on her mission. This version of Vera Baum is as much socialite as scientist, who seems to embrace the notion that curiosity killed the cat, in the way that means she's determined to use up all nine of her lives blasting through a kaleidoscope of genre-bending realities. Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better, especially when they’re pursued by reality-eating parasites and a biomechanical hound hellbent on killing Vera.

Ladyhoppers by Sarah Thérèse Pelletier and Scott James Taylor, a casually queer, genre-hopping, multiverse-spanning, madcap buddy comedy packed full of flaming zeppelins, coffee shop romances, car chases, dragon punching scientists, and more pirates than you can shake a multi-limbed death machine at, is available for order now!

#the main characters are an ace lady and a lesbian! #they're scientists! #it's for adults because the ace lady says fuck a lot! #there's a canon coffee shop au! #there are loving homages to everything from terry pratchett to the fast and the furious! #for fans of pratchett & pirates & dystopia ya & james bond & fast and the furious & musicals & star wars & star trek & marvel & multiverses #more ladies need to be the buddies in buddy comedies! #ladyhoppers #sarah thérèse pelletier #scott james taylor #science fiction #science fantasy #queer scifi #queer science fiction #asexual science fiction #ace representation #authors #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #authors on tumblr #publishing #books

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

#disability #disability advocacy #described images #image description in alt #ableism #ableism tw #my full-time job is my disability and you're lucky that i am still 'productive' as-is #your boss doesn't care that you think you're superior for being hired by them. they're still going to treat you like profit machines #it astounds me how people will capitulate for oppression because they place their intrinsic value in their ability to be at the top... #...or at least 'at the top' compared to others. it's the same impulse that makes people think their cisgender status makes them superior... #...you are placing your worth into systems which not only oppress others but offer you no true sense of worth... #...ESPECIALLY if you're also being exploited (even if just a bit)... #...you have a job sure but... do you actually get treated like a human being? are you actually paid? are you actually safe?... #...if the answer to any of those questions and more is 'no' then why do you place your value in capitalistic production. genuinely. #and why would you DEMAND disabled people to have the same exploitation you experience. why do you DEMAND productivity if you are proletaria #yes being a leftist and anticapitalist are linked but. some people still internalize capitalism without questioning it #being a leftist is about challenging that rather than assuming you're correct i think #also scientists were very silly when describing time that's like. less than a millisecond i think

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A doodle of Carlos and Cecil reenacting the "are ya winnin, son?" meme. Carlos stands at the door, saying "are ya winnin honey-pie?" and Cecil sits at his computer, which displays the tumblr dashboard in the goth rave palette, focused on a poll. Carlos has a beard and is wearing square glasses, a labcoat, and shorts. Cecil has a mustache and is wearing spiral earrings, a peasant top, crocs, and just his underwear. Both of them have visibly hairy legs. end ID]

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#cecilsweep please i am begging. do it for our dear gay uncle cecil. commit to a better bit (cecilsweep)

#fg's art #welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecil palmer #carlos the scientist #also that poll is uneven but as of posting this THEY'RE AT 50/50 #cecilsweep

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 2

Happy WIP Wednesday. Bring Me Home won last week's poll. But it was a close one! If you want a say in what I post next week, be sure to vote in this week's poll. ^.^

Story Summary: Danny's parents find out his secret. It doesn't go well. But he's not alone. His friend Tim Drake, better known as Red Robin, and the Young Justice will not let him suffer.

We switch to Tim's POV for this part.

Warnings: Aftermath of torture

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: First, Last

Previous

Word Count: 1.7k

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The instant Kon got the door to the lab open, Tim sprinted down the stairs. The first thing he saw was Jack and Maddie standing over a table, green ectoplasm, blood covering everything.

Then his eyes fixed on Danny. Danny, cut open and bleeding with a muzzle on while his parents looked at his insides.

He rushed forward, tackling Maddie and tearing her away from Danny. She screamed and fought back, landing one punch before Tim kicked her back a step. Then he pulled out his staff and landed a hard blow across her chest, forcing her further back.

Next to him, Cassie was taking care of Jack. He exchanged a quick glance with her and the two began herding the pair towards the wall. Away from Danny.

Behind him, Tim could hear Sam call out for Kon then a cry of pain.

“He’s still alive!” called out Kon. “I can hear both his core and heart.”

Tim couldn’t relax. Alive didn’t mean much. He put more force on his next swing of his staff, aiming for Maddie’s shoulder. But she ducked and twisted just right to get under the swing and move closer.

She slashed back with a scalpel, one still covered in Danny’s blood. Tim growled as he blocked it with his arm, the armor of his suit preventing it from reaching skin. He swung his staff again, getting her in the side hard then jerking up to hit her in the armpit.

He smiled in satisfaction when he dislocated her shoulder, causing her to drop the scalpel.

“You’ve got this all wrong!” she protested as she held her shoulder. “Jack and I are the good guys here. The ghosts, they’re all evil!”

Tim snarled. “The only evil I see here are the two so-called scientists who were torturing their own son!”

Maddie tensed at his words. “Don’t you dare say that. I’m trying to save my son from the monster that took his body.”

Tim swung again, aiming for her feet. Already distracted by the pain in her shoulder, the hit landed and she fell. He hit again and he felt her ankle break. Good, she wouldn’t be getting away.

“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up,” growled Tim.

Jack landed on the ground next to his wife, taken out by a punch from Cassie. Tim took the time to swing at him, too.

Again and again and again, he brought his staff down on them. Not stopping as they cried out in pain or as he felt more bones break under his blows. Until the time when he tried to swing down, but his staff refused to move.

He spun around, scowling, to come face to face with Cassie who had his staff firmly in her own grip.

“That’s enough, Rob. They’re down and they won’t be moving. Impulse and I will make sure of it. You need to go with the others.”

Behind her, Tim could see Sam fussing over Danny, still on the table. Bart and Tucker were at the computers trying to download as much information as they could. And Kon was staring right at him.

“Transport?” asked Tim.

Kon pulled out his phone to check. “Just arrived. Let’s go, Rob.”

Tim nodded. “Fine.” To Cassie, he said, “I want them in custody.”

She nodded. “Obviously. We all do. Impulse, Tucker, and I will take care of things here.”

“Then let’s go.” Tim stalked away from Jack and Maddie, refusing to look back. He wasn’t sure he could stop a second time.

Someone must have found a blanket and gotten it under Danny. All Kon had to do was touch the blanket, and it lifted up. Danny was held completely straight in the make-shift stretcher as Kon single-handedly used his TTK to carry him, Sam leading the way out of the lab.

The doors opened for them on the way out, Kon’s TTK again. And sure enough there by the curb was a nondescript van, engine still running.

Jazz got out the driver’s seat the instant Kon appeared in the doorway to open the back of the van.

“Bring him in here! I’ve got a bed set up,” she said.

Kon, of course, went first. But Tim and Sam were only steps behind him. Inside the van, the bench on one side had been fitted with a futon mattress to form a makeshift bed. Overhead, lights had been fitted to make sure the area was bright enough to see. Kon carefully laid Danny down then backed up so Sam and Jazz could move in.

“Keys are in the ignition,” said Jazz. “Get us away from the house, then let Sam and I patch him up.”

“You’ve got it,” said Kon who took his spot behind the wheel.

Tim shut the doors to the van and stood against the opposite side of the van. This was his first good look at Danny.

His friend was still in his Phantom form, but his jumpsuit had been torn and peeled away from his body. His chest was covered in so much blood he could barely see the wound, but the tell-tale y-incision was unmistakable.

Jazz and Sam were carefully wiping away the blood as best they could, using towels that had been neatly stacked in a box next to the cot.

Tim looked around until he saw an empty bucket. He pushed it towards the two girls. “Put the dirty ones in here.”

Kon pulled away from the Fenton house, aiming for their local out-of-town-limits rendezvous spot. “I can keep Danny from being jostled by the road. Don’t know if I can do the same for the rest of you if you’re moving, though.”

“Let’s not test it right now,” said Tim. “But we will be practicing that later. Never know when we might need it again.”

Jazz dropped her first towel and grabbed another. Her hands were shaking.

Tim knelt by her side and placed a hand on her wrist. “Let me. Right now we’re just trying to hold him together and I can do that as well as you can. He’s going to be just fine, I’ll make sure of it.”

“But I’m the one who trained with Frostbite.” Her voice cracked on a sob.

Tim grabbed the towel from her hands and used it to put pressure on Danny’s wound. “And I don’t need specialized training for this part of it.”

Jazz hesitated a moment longer, but with a last look at her brother, she spun and ran to the other side of the van. Tim listened to her muffled cries as he held the towel to Danny’s chest.

Sam shifted until their shoulders were pressed together and he leaned slightly into the touch. Neither said anything.

Soon enough, Kon was pulling off the road and the van came to a stop. The instant it did, Jazz was pushing her way into his place, two boxes in her hand. She opened one to reveal a large first aid kit, as well stocked as anything he had in his most-used safe house.

Tim took up a position at the foot of the bench and pulled out a small camera he had in his belt. He took careful pictures of all the visible wounds. Kon came up besides him and put an arm around his shoulder.

Jazz opened the second case, letting out a hiss of cold air and frost. Without hesitating, she put on two heavy duty gloves and lifted out what looked to be an ice cube.

Sam, meanwhile, was measuring out enough glowing green thread to cover Danny’s wound. Tim took another picture.

Jazz placed four ice cubes into the injury—one at the end of each cut and one where the lines intersected. Then Sam laid the thread over the wound. She muttered something and it phased into Danny’s skin without the use of a needle and pulled the injury together.

The glow faded slightly and if he didn’t know better, Tim would’ve thought they were regular stitches.

From there, they focused on cleaning off the remaining blood. The van was mostly silent—Sam and Jazz only communicating the bare minimum necessary to care for Danny. Even Tim’s camera was entirely silent, designed as it was for stealth.

As Danny was wiped clean, more and more injuries were revealed. Only years of bat training kept Tim standing and taking pictures. But his grip on the camera was much tighter than it needed to be. Kon’s fingers were digging into his shoulder almost painfully, but Tim didn’t say anything. Sam and Jazz were forcibly holding themselves together, but the odd hitch in their breath or tremble in their fingers gave them away, too.

A nasty burn spanning Danny’s left side was revealed. Tim clicked the camera, and Sam applied an ectoplasm-based ointment to it. Then Jazz covered the injury with a bandage.

The process was repeated time and again for each injury they discovered. But eventually, all the wounds were tended to. Once Jazz did a final look, she nodded with grim satisfaction.

“Superboy, could you use your powers to wrap his chest?”

“Of course!” Kon left Tim’s side to grab a roll of gauze and took up his own place at Danny’s side. All he had to do, though, was place the roll on the bed and his powers took care of everything else.

Tim wished he could do something half so useful. Next time Danny managed to get to the Realms, he was so joining him and getting his own lessons directly from Frostbite.

“Just one more thing to do,” said Jazz. She reached into the first aid kit and pulled out a small box. Inside sat a syringe filled with ectoplasm. She jammed it into Danny’s thigh and pressed the plunger.

Danny’s eyes flew opened and he let out a yell as his back arched off the bed.

Sam was already hovering over him. “Danny? How are you feeling?”

Danny panted for breath, but looked at her with a wry smile. “Pretty much the worse I’ve ever felt.” He looked from Sam to Jazz to Kon before meeting Tim’s eyes. “You came.”

“I always will,” said Tim.

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I'm not an expert on emergency medicine, so I figured why not go the magical route?

Tim wishes he could help in a more hands-on way, but documenting injuries is important if you want to bring them up in court. No one knows yet if Danny will want that, but this way they have them in case they're necessary.

Tucker, Bart, and Cassie are remaining behind to bring the Fentons to JL holding cells. Tucker is the one who knows the Fenton computers best after Danny, after all.

All ready we can see some major changes from my original version. What else will change? And, more importantly, what will stay the same?

#dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #kon el #jazz fenton #sam manson #these poor kids #should not have to deal with situations like this #whatever adult heroes are on duty #when impulse and wonder girl come up #with some trussed up mad scientists #with a bunch of broken bones #crying about illegal experimentation on sapient creatures #are going to regret being on shift #they're not gonna be getting much sleep for the next #... #long while

[shrimp-milf]

yeah i can feel shrimp emotions. thats why im on mood stabilizers

#as shrimple as that #shrimpblr #shrimp #shrimp posting #aquablr #marine biology memes #also the biological and physical mechanisms through which mantis shrimps actually *see* shrimp colors are fascinating #scientists are studying it in the context of using the same polarization mechanisms to find cancer cells #their existing body language is enhanced and made different by parts on their body that show up as shiny to them alone #and those dynamics are not fully understood at all #they're too cunty for us to comprehend

[sefirots]

crescents

#ffvii #lucrecia crescent #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sefirot art #GUYS CAN I BE INSANE FOR A SEC. headcanon brainblast. #i think sephiroth shares lots of small personality traits lucrecia had like. #he could yap for hours about the things that interest him. tends to over explain himself. people tune out exactly 5 minutes into his speech #both very self assured and determined to prove everyone's preconceived notions wrong #also! hyperfocus leading to the decline of their mental and physical health! they're so self destructive its scary!!! #some shinra guy offhandedly mentions sephiroth having the mind of a scientist and hojo is there in the corner like..hah. you don't say. #anyway im crazy shinra manor gang makes me crazy i miss you lucrecia #first soldier #ever crisis #dirge of cerberus

[ezu-ez]

concept for a shattered glass Nightshade... They're a mix of their normal design and their concept design (same with colors) and they transform into a bat

they dub themselves as a supervillain and their siblings are their 'evil henchmen' 💀

#they're also a mad scientist #transformers #nightshade #nightshade malto #transformers earthspark #maccadam #shattered glass

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Autistic Headcanon (21/???): Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

"Who am I? WHO AM I?! I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor, architect of dessstruction, villain extraordinaire!"”

#Vivziepop #Hazbin Hotel #Sir Pentious #Fave Character #Autism #Autistic Headcanon #Autistic Headcanons #Icons #Gotta love dudes who SAY they're evil when really they're insecure dorky theatre kids who just want to form connections #How is the mad scientist snake the 2nd most wholesome character right after the sweet princess? The world may never know #Personal Rambles

[sparkleresthold]

More SG foolishness 💙💛

#lineless art?? from me?? it's more likely than you think #soundwave #shockwave #starscream #shattered glass #transformers g1 #maccadam #Soundwave is the leader of the decepticons at the beginning of the story #while shockwave is his loyal second in command/CMO/main scientist #they're both under a lot of pressure but they try their best #Soundwave became determined to save as many strays as he could #he's the faction's cool dad #starscream can't tolerate not being the center of attention #my art

[lepusrufus]

Ever wondered how Angela keeps up with Moira around the lab? Wheelies... the answer is wheelies.

#i love these two so much #just crazy scientists doing shenanigans #but the higher ups cant say shot bc i mean... they're getting results #and anyone else is just too afraid to ask #mortal enemies on two sides of a war you say? #la la la can't hear you they're science gfs sharing several labs and unhinged ideas in my heart #my art #moicy #overwatch #moira #mercy overwatch

[sarielsnowings]

⚡ Deus (h)ex Machina ⚡

#I love one (1) unhinged mad scientist #Actually no that's not true I love multiple mad scientists they're my favourite gender #SarielSnowingsArt #Viktor #Viktor Arcane #Viktor Fanart #Arcane Fanart #Hexcore #Machine Herald #illustration #queer artist

[redrobin-detective]

Something I think is very funny is that Ice King, Marcy and Bubblegum have been in each other's orbit for centuries before the main series. Early Marcy, hurt and isolated, I don't think would talk to or about Ice King all that much. I think she just straight up avoided him as much as she could. But she did date Bubbleum pre-series for a while and probably was at least a little emotionally vulnerable.

So I think she mentioned Simon, off handedly, like he wasn't once the most important person in her life. So imagine you're Bubblegum and your notoriously free wheeling, punk rock gf starts talking about this Simon dude. How he saved her from the wasteland, raised her, loved her as a dad and then left without explanation. This... doesn't sound like a real thing that happened. Bubblegum definitely files all Simon stories under "Things Marcy For Sure Made Up."

Now a couple of centuries pass and you learn, all in quite a rush, that not only was Marcy's "Simon" actually real but he's alive, here right now and has been the annoying Ice Wizard that has been kidnapping you for hundreds of years. I think I might lose my mind a little.

#adventure time #simon petrikov #gonna be real 'strange kind wizard adopts me saves me from monsters then abandons me to go crazy' has mad fanfic feel #I don't think a scientist like bubblegum would believe it? #and then out of nowhere its like 'oh hey simon is real and i didn't mention its bc he turned into that weirdo who's always harrassing you' #and then you have Simon back Proper #and you have to contend that your possible future sorta father in law once cried while reading his fanfic to you #they're all such old characters who have existed together for SO LONG #and yet simon and marcy have this deep bg lore that Bubs just straight up doesnt know #its so funny to me

[tomfrogisblue]

Morning Crew minus Fit really be negative braincells

Tubbo and Pac are both incredibly smart but any iq they have dissappears when they're together unsupervised

#the scientist and the engineer just start yelling when they're together #fantastic dynamic tbh #qsmp #morning crew #qsmp tubbo #qsmp pac #also fit pls come back your cubito needs to have a dramatic reunuion with qpac while qtubbo vomits in the background

[shaythey]

just want to lay on ur chest and listen to ur heart beat

#ya... #they're okay. they'll be okay #newmann #newt x hermann #newton geiszler #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #pacific rim #pacrim #charlie day #my art #yall i am going THRU it #these sstupid scientists r keepin me afloat ngl

[thousand-winters]

One thing I really love about the In Blood/Space War arc is how it let us all know that no, Carlos wasn't a reasonable man slightly wary of this radio host who proclaimed love for him on his very first day in town.

No. He was equally as unhinged, bringing a random trinket he didn't even know the workings of just to have something to do, an excuse to go see Cecil.

This man truly heard Cecil say LIVE, in front of the WHOLE town, that he was in love with him, in the middle of a bunch of weird news and what not, and he thought "oh, I HAVE to go see him" and then panicked in the middle of his visit, made up an excuse and ran.

He's bonkers. I adore him madly.

#i've been here for sooo long #i remember the 'carlos is weirded out by cecil' era. the believed one-sided crush #but no!!! they're both apeshit!!! #they deserve each other (affectionate) #welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecilos #cecil gershwin palmer #carlos the scientist #carlos dave robles #i'm emotional over cecilos this week

[windienine]

still remembering that one scientific paper where a bunch of ornithologists tried to figure out the kind of deleterious effect eating a diet of mostly human-derived food scraps was having on city populations of crows and came away with "sigh... high sodium levels don't appear to have a strong impact on crow health... still, don't feed them if you can help it on principle"

#like it's true don't feed wildlife if you can help it #always asking for trouble #but it's so funny to imagine a bunch of tired looking scientists going #“yeah... we examined the bodies of crows that lived mostly off of burger king dumpsters and they're basically healthy... (beleaguered sigh)