TestSubject99807
Los hadn't seen Nadja in quite a long time... He was used to her wandering off, and to them not holding regular interactions, but he usually saw her here and there throughout the day, nonetheless. Concerned, he set out in search. And soon, he was granted relief by a flash of red as he wandered into their bedroom-- but this-- ah-- this was-- Startled, he reeled back; a MAN stood before him, hunched over one of Nadja's projects. His eyes grew wide, squeaking quietly as he grasped onto his pistol.

los-daemon:

testsubject99807:

Damn it. It happened again, one moment she was fine, walking away from a long session of testing. Then BAM. Suddenly she was taller and her shout of surprise came out more deeper toned than anticipated. It took no time to figure out she had some how turned male again, and now was holding out on being seen like this till it wore off- because it WAS going to wear off eventually. Funnily she… HE thought the best place to hide was his home, where it was most comfortable, where he had a lengthy code to enter his one door. Only one person knew the code and he figured he was going to be off exploring for awhile. This WAS his home as well, though, so there was more than a large chance for his return.

What startled him from his focus was a small squeak in the quiet and he swerved at the wide eyed man that was her lover. There was a little bit of surprise in his deep toned voice as he spoke, brown eyes focusing on the taller mans shocked expression. “Los?”

Wait, what was he reaching for? Nadja put down his work and turned to face Los, not exactly knowing what to do or how to start.

Taking heavy, thick breaths, he forced his eyes to narrow and assessed his target quickly. He’d never realized how close Nadja’s coloring was to the red-haired doctor’s until just then— the same red hair, similarly dark eyes… The male before him was tan, as Nadja was, whereas the doctor was pale; that could be chalked up to time in the sunlight up above, couldn’t it?  No glasses— but he’d taken them. Even now, they rested in his backpack’s uppermost pocket.

As the man spoke him name, the possibility of him being a stranger was quickly dashed away. Something of a wordless screech tipped from his mouth as he flinched back— and then quickly raising his pistol, switching to target mode. The man, of current, posed no real threat; there were no weapons in hand, and his stance wasn’t yet speaking of offense or defense. Stance rigid, spine locked and joints clicked in place, his dried tongue brushed across his lips. “How did you get in here?" He spat, snarling rabidly. "Get away from— Hmh. S… Step away… From the project… And get up against the wall." His voice took a breathless, slow, almost exasperated. Shadows filled his eyes. "I dare you…. I dare you to try and give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your f— fucking head off!

As Los raised the gun and spoke Nadja’s eyes widened in panic and worry, recognizing the weapon immediately, somehow gaining every small piece of knowledge about in a rushing vague memory. Raising and waving his hands in reassurance, he tried to convey harmlessness and fond familiarity. Why was Los behaving like this? Why did he look so pale and frightened- like he saw something that should have been long gone? Did it have to do with the doctors he was so terrified of? He hoped not.

"Los- its me!" Nadja spoke quickly, gesturing at himself. "Its Nadja! Calm down its just me!" To further prove what he said the man turned away and yanked his tank top down slightly while pulling the short strands of hair up to reveal her Test Subject ID number and code on his neck. 99807. "See! Its fine." Yes, he had a different body but his marks and scars were still there.

"Its okay." Nadja invited Los with a wave of the hand to come over and check himself, hoping that the evidence would calm and reassure the terrified man. "My body just changed, that’s all, just calm down hun." Ah, pet names. He didn’t know where they came from but they came just as easy when speaking to Los as vulgar cuss words came when he was angry. It sounded out in a different voice, though.

fappuclno:

when you and ya bestfriend say something at the exact same time
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intosnarkness:

if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that one time i had to fly with my cello so we bought it a seat

and it got upgraded to first class

without me

frosty-butt:

mhyin:

Imagine the glorious moment when we get to Marathon all the Hobbit movies  

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and then LOTR right after

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elegantly-tasteless:

school board when they talking about whether to cancel school or not

elegantly-tasteless:

school board when they talking about whether to cancel school or not

imagineaperture:

Imagine the companion cube trying to stab you.

avalonnightwick:

  1. Every year on your birthday, you are visited by yourself from one year in the future. This year, no one shows up.
  2. Describe each day of the week as if it were a person.
  3. Write a story that begins with a word randomly picked from the dictionary.
  4. You wake up in the middle…

shytoaster:

what-the-fuckasaurus-rex:

dicketysplit:

trying to write essays

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what does this mean

have u ever written an essay

otpprompts:

Imagine Person A of your OTP seeing Person B with bed hair for the first time, and being totally blown away by how cute/hot/etc. they look with their hair being a huge mess. Bonus: if Person A gets flustered when Person B pokes fun at them for liking it.

sayheyagentcarter:

TWO HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS CREATED A VIDEO GAME WHERE YOU SHOOT TAMPONS INSTEAD OF GUNS

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SPREAD THIS LIKE WILD FIRE!!!!!!!!!!! 

SISTERS DOIN’ IT FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!