#experimental au

[fairytalesociology]

[Emily doesnt understand why Rachel is missing a hand] [the wilds/tower]

Emily stared. Her eyes focused as completly as they could be. Sometimes they darted away from her central focus. She needed to be aware of her surroundings. Her eyes had never stayed exactly where she wanted them.

Not now. Could they just stay for once? She continued staring. She had come up with so many possible explanations for the seemingly missing arm. All of them only made a fraction of sense. She liked fractions. Liked math. The answers could never be subjective. As long as she tried hard enough. Paid enough attention it was proof she was going to be good enough at some point.

But now wasn't the time to long to sit alone in her dorm with a math textbook.

The girl she kept staring at seemed annoyed at her.

"Can we help you?" One of the other people in the mysterious group that had stumbled into tower. Emily knew how worried headmaster was about that one.

Did she have anything to do with it? Had she caused this specific malfunction of tower's perfect facade? Why was she always the one they blamed? What had she ever done? She thought about it, plenty. She hadn't been as hard to manage as Ray but she hadnt exactly been easy either. Another part of her brain argued with her that she was scared. And in a lot of pain. And just wanted someone to care about her. It was cast out of her thoughts as soon as it had attacked. If she was just good enough her parents would have wanted her. And none of anything at tower ever would have happened. How could she believe anything else when it was all they had ever said to her?

Emily had a question. But what if it was an obvious answer? Maybe one in seven people outside of tower only had one hand. Maybe tower was the one that was out of place. No one else had asked her.

Emily refused to admit that she wasnt sure.

"No," but she needed control.

She walked away. Staring again she wanted answers.

"lost it to a shark, if thats what youre wondering " eventually an answer. Except not really an answer.

What was a shark? She flipped through her biology textbook. Nothing. Maybe a different book?

Emily was alone. So she shoved the book in frustration. She looked around no one saw her lose control. Thankfully.

She knew how to act. How to pretend like she had never been in that lab. But it was exhausting. Every day she was pretending that nothing was wrong. That she didnt have to throw up in the nearest place hidden away. Too many people. Too much noise.

"whats a shark?" She decide to ask Ray when they had a moment's fragile peace. "And how would one lose something to it?"

He shrugged. Was it a riddle? A joke? A real question? "I dont know, whats the answer?"

"Not a riddle," she told him. "Couldnt find an answer in a book. I..."

Ray stopped her before she could insult herself. "You're doing the best you can."

"I dont think the tile floor agrees with you there."

"Is there anything that makes your stomach feel better?" He asked her.

Emily shook her head. "I dont know what else to try."

"Hey, its okay."

She was tired of pretending. Tired of acting like nothing was wrong. But everyone would think less of her if they knew. She couldnt let them know.

"Do you think..." she paused. Did she want to ask that question?

"Its just me. Ask." Ray was right. She could ask him her question.

"Do you think our parents knew how terrafying it would be?" Maybe she wanted him to say nom to say they thiught it would be only gentle experiments. Thiught it would only be experiments and not the rest of their days in the cells. Maybe they hadnt known everything.

"Probably, they hated us. Remember?"

"Do you think theyd accept an apology?" Emily didnt apologize. For anything. It was an admission of a mistake. "Take us back."

"Why would they be any better?" Ray countered.

Emily nodded. Ray had a point.

Emily sat surrounded by people who were trying their best to make her comfortable in a world she didnt understand. She didnt know how to make herself accept their help.

[mossy-doodles85]

Slowly sneaks up inside this askbox

Can.. Can you draw Experimental LB :3

The knower...

You do not realize how annoying her design is to draw :(

[facilityofsickdreams]

Look at them having such quality sister time!!!

Mutated Wave and Goshe - @dontvap0rdawave

Mutated Blossom - me

[bandkidcentral]

The Experiment AU / Facility of Sick Dreams

Also known as: Wave can’t catch a fucking break

@dontvap0rdawave

[razzerfish]

I had a vision

okay, so, in book 9, what if there was a tlkoe au where Jack was forced to become a experiment to Wracksaw to live his friends life and let them escape, and let’s just say his friends escaped but Jack got a lot of pain and trauma, like dissections(while he was still conscious but he had a breathing tube so he was slightly okay) pain testing, basically seeing how much his body can handle and what he’s made of or something, but don’t worry, Dirk, Quint and June come to the rescue, and rescue Jack and blow up the fortress, but Jack is heavily traumatized(not in he’s crazy way just in PTSD way) let’s just say he has a lot of stitches and scars from the dissection and experiments :)

I call it the experimental au

[leafish-gamers]

DBH au brainrot but specifically Jaiden

she's an Android ,,, she was programmed to not know so. She thinks she's an organic. she wonders why she can't fly, and thinks it's cuz the federation clipping all the bird hybrids wings at night. it partly is. but it's also because the metal that makes her up is too non aerodynamic. she sinks.

if anyone has any questions just ask me ,,, I'm so silly

[peppermintreese]

“YOU DID IT. WHERE IS SHE?”

Overtime/Shadow Wave - @dontvap0rdawave

Silver & Ronan - me

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Maybe some packaged lavender tea bags with cardomom and maple syrup? It seems like a nice fluffy scenario.

Link to the tea blends list

Some lavender tea with sweetness and spice? What could be better than that!

Let's see what this wish entails...

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Experimental AU Headcanons, inspired by the words "Domestic" and "Brushing"

Comfort

Experimental AU- An AU where Childe was found and experimented on by the Fatui into being a weapon of war

Warnings for allusions to a battlefield, experimentation, and trauma

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-*Rubs hands together* EXPERIMENTAL AU MY BELOVED- -It’s been a while since you first (tentatively) agreed to take care of Childe -Zhongli had rescued him from the clutches of the Fatui after encountering him on the battlefield, corrupted by the Abyss and experimental tampering from Snezhnayan “doctors”, and brought him back to Liyue in an attempt to rehabilitate him -But in his new form PLUS the ingrained mindset of being a weapon it’s been going… so-so -He’d hiss viciously at anyone who approached him and swipe at them with his claws. The only person he reluctantly let come near him was Zhongli to clean any injuries he had -That was until Zhongli had the brilliant idea of dragging YOU into this -You and Childe had grown close when he was stationed in Liyue as a Harbinger, and Zhongli knew through Childe’s own confession that he had developed feelings for you -And he wondered if, even corrupted and injured, Childe would recognize you, so he asked you to come visit, promising that if anything went wrong he’d be there to get you out immediately -But he didn’t have to worry, because you were able to sit next to Childe without him lashing out at you, and Zhongli asked you to look after him for the time being -You were hesitant- what if he wasn’t actually alright with you? What if something happened and Zhongli wasn’t there to help? -But the old Archon was your friend, and technically so was Childe, so you agreed -And so far, it’s been calm. Nerve wracking, but calm -Childe’s mostly silent and solitary, instead opting to stare and watch you from across the room whenever you do chores or work, and you were fine with that because to be completely honest he still frightened you a bit -Sure, he USED to be your friend, but his current beastial form makes you remember snippets of Millelith conversation about maimed soldiers and missing limbs -But he isn’t attacking you, not even growling or hissing, so you push down the bubbling anxiety and continue on with your duties -You set your towel aside, the table finally clean after being dusty for weeks, and sigh with relief at having completed all your household tasks for the day -Childe is watching you as usual, from one of the couches in your living room, and you wave to him with a small smile -He blinks, tilts his head. Cute -You stretch your arms and plop down onto the other couch, flipping open your latest novel. Before long you’re lost in the storytelling, eyes roaming back and forth across the pages -You’re so focused that you don’t notice the cushions next to you dipping as claws carefully cross from one couch to another -Only when there’s a presence next to you, looking over your shoulder, do you turn around and nearly leap backwards because of how CLOSE Childe suddenly is, having climbed onto the couch you were sitting on -Your sudden movement makes him jump back as well, fur poofed up in fear and talons puncturing small holes into the couch -You gulp, forcing yourself to calm down and sit still, still and stiff as stone, as Childe resumes creeping closer, squinting at you as if to judge your character -He’s so slow, so hesitant, close enough for you to reach out and touch, and your hand twitches, raising slightly from rest -Childe flinches back suddenly, crunching himself into the furthest corner of the couch in a hunched ball, and you can SEE him trembling as he lets out a broken hiss -Oh. Oh -He’s afraid of you, just like you’re afraid of him. He might even be MORE frightened than you are -A wave of sympathy washes over you, and you hold out your hand to him, even closer. He rears back but you simply hold it in place a little bit away from his face -Gingerly he leans close and sniffs it, with you making sure not to move a muscle, and eventually he nudges his cheek into your palm, exhaling when you support and hold him back -You swipe your thumb over the grooves and ridges in his face, feeling him sink into your touch as little coos and trills slip out of his mouth -You right yourself up, sore from leaning across the couch, and take your hand

from his cheek, but Childe whimpers and follows, soon sitting nearly ON you as he rubs his cheek into your hand -Letting out a startled and slightly breathless laugh, you drag your hand down from his plated face to his chin, gently scratching underneath it -Childe’s fur suddenly poofs and his light coos turn into deep rumbles as his eye slides shut in bliss, the feeling of your fingers lightly scratching under his chin eliciting more purrs and croons from the monster -He leans and leans into your touches until he suddenly flops onto your lap, his soothing purrs making your entire body shake ever so slightly -You grin, trailing your hand up and around one of his horns, before burying your fingers in his fluff, the fluff that had been tempting you from day one -Unfortunately you’re met with a snag. Then a tangle. Then a snarl -You frown at the matted fur, carefully pulling your fingers out and patting it instead. You glance at a brush on the table next to you. Maybe… -You lean forward and snatch it, then grimace at Childe’s tangled fluff, knowing that it’ll hurt and warning him as such -He simply buries his face in your stomach and nods, but you can see how his trembles have returned -Taking a deep breath, you start pulling the brush through Childe’s fur, wincing at the crackle-scrape sounds it made -Childe jolts with a pitiful yelp every time you yank the brush through his fluff, arms circling and holding you with a vice grip as you do the same to his snow-speckled hair -But soon the tangles start to thin and lessen, and the brush runs smoothly through his fur and hair. His grasp lessens and relaxes as the pain ebbs away into soothing strokes and his purrs begin anew -He gently kneads at your legs, stretching his neck so the brush runs down his head and to his neck as content smile spreads across his face -Childe tilts his head towards you and coos in delight, and you coo right back at him, so happy to see him brushed and comfortable -He lays back on your lap and blinks at you, hiding his face in your stomach again as if he’s embarrassed, and you chuckle at his antics, threading your fingers through his now-soft fluff and hair -The purrs dancing around the room gradually quiet to hums and rumbles, Childe letting out small mrrps whenever you scritch his armor -You raise his head slightly and are met with grumbles of annoyance, but you smile and simply slip a pillow underneath his head and toss a blanket over the rest of his body, tucking in the sides -Letting out a happy sigh, Childe sinks into warmth and comfort, hums soon turning into soft snores as he dozes off on your lap -You absentmindedly pet his fur, picking up your book and flipping to your last page -It really was a wonderful book