Lab Reports

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Alt account of doctorwednesday. Artwork and minutiae. Ideally NSFW. 18 and up only, please.

goth fox chick in fishnets and tripp pants... from outer space!
wool wireframe of the ship's contours, with a couple of measuring bars floating above
Control chair on the main deck of a spaceship, which as you'd naturally expect is surrounded by dangling chains and black candles. also a skull painting because skulls are COOL
a huge black white and orange striped spaceship shaped like some kind of shark or predatory fish rests in a field at the end of a long scrape of exposed earth. in minecraft
some kind of gingerbread man, I guess? exhorting me to post him so that he can then, by means arcane, allow people to be unhinged about my characters (not sure what 'unhinged' means here but it's probably abourt sex. SEX.)
An unbaked pizza of thoroughly risen dough, pesto, chicken breast and mozzarella cheese.
An insufferably perky voice addressed her from within, seeming to rise from her abdomen. Before it uttered more than two words, she knew what it would tell her. "Hello! Thank you for using *your* nanoliver. Your brain is very important to us. That's why we've restricted your maximum blood alcohol level to zero point zero one percent. If you would like to change this default setting, please contact your manufacturer to request transfer of permissions. Good bye!" Steam hissed from between Broadmoore's lips, the sound of an impatient dragon. "I have to jailbreak my own fucking liver," she muttered. "Ridiculous."
a curvaceous vulpine gynoid towers in a dimly lit chamber lit red like blood. there is no visible exit
that photo. with the corn. you know the one
The completed ham and bean and potato and etc soup, once again made in two pots because I still don't have the giant spaghetti pot
cooked-down onions and celery, with (mostly fresh) seasonings added
ham bone broth with the bits removed
A plate of ham; a plate of raw onion and celery.
the remains of a ham being taken apart into bits; in the background, navy beans soak
a crosshatched black and white sketch of a very tall rubenesque vulpine woman wearing boots and a tight plastic lab uniform which doesn't come down very far on her hips, trodding through some kind of mysterious liquid and exclaiming "ugh, are you kidding me? I told you to keep the drains clear!" name: Dr. Cynthia Broadmoore
Evelyn Harsh, gothic antichrist, giving the stare of doom and flipping the bird (leucistic vulpine goth girl w/big raven hair, piercings, jewelry, wearing a t-shirt reading 'chaos reigns)
tall curvaceous ruddily lit vulpine figure in a full-body lab coat in a mist-filled setting which may or may not be the lab
a very large vulpine woman of overwhelmingly nonbinary equipment wearing a 'bunny suit' which is unable to contain it. she looks just *thrilled*
Holly Wednesday overflows her little black dress as she stands in front of the very first portrait drawn of her, in which she is considerably less well-endowed. "My thighs keep getting bigger and you keep liking it!"
a nightmare of drugs and leprechauns... but there's cake
Cynthia Broadmoore's high-necked lab jacket and severe updo are belied by her beatific smile... a glimpse into her thoughts resolves the conflict: 'that was a really nice climax'
low-angle view of a very stern-looking vulpine in a severely elaborate hairdo and a tight lab jacket... you may have displeased her
A hypervoluptuous unnaturally-colored vixen wearing a black dress with an extremely low neckline, cutouts over the thighs and draperies of gold chain
A shadowy figure with glowing red eyes emerges from the mist, firing an enormous plasma rifle. Cynthia Broadmoore.
A whimsical cottage with a four-eaved roof which looks inexplicably like a slice of watermelon
"two thousand people in a SEETHING, ROARING, SHOUTING MASS" said Dr. Broadmoore ominously (Inspired by a conversation with @PhormTheGenie <3)
jackalope man wearing disco threads dancing with a massive cyborg vixen in a metallic tube dress!
big-haired vulpine utterly beside herself with glee, proclaiming "I'm ALARMINGLY PERFECT!"
a moodily lit office with lots of green marble and brushed brass; monitor screens flank an abstract painting; before it is a desk with a computer and sundry items; this is the domain of the coordinator, a tall, muscular stag of striking blue color, dressed in the garb of a high-powered executive
an eerily lit lab vixen in an updo and high-collared jacket, saying "your breezy public persona is a mendacity masking a fundamental emptiness of character, a tragic paucity of moral substance... ...and I'm going to pull your arms off"
A golden vulpine in a white suit and a punked-out blue hedgehog holding hands, crackin' heads and loving life! The vixen has a Uzi and the hedgie has a ginormous spiked club... hey, they just wanna TALK
a very large, curvaceous synthetic vulpine found in her moodily lit operating theatre; her eyes aglow, she tells the viewer, "I hope you won't become a _problem_ for me."
Fig. 1: One would think Dr. Broadmoore dauntingly tall, but there are still larger figures who can pull her braid with impunity, as shown here.
"You understand that my rivals in the field plot against me constantly. Challenging my patents. Questioning the legality of a non-person practicing medicine. Attempting to have me declared unclaimed property, and potentially seizing my assets and myself on that basis. The less morally self-deluded contemplate killing me outright; such would not be murder, but rather falls under property damage or perhaps some species of animal cruelty and would be resolved with a small fine. There are even thoughts of having me declared legally human, so that I can then be held accountable for my imagined transgressions. "I prepare myself to forestall or respond to these assaults; other than that, I try not to think about them. Emotional turmoil does not serve my purposes. What I want them to perceive in my lack of affect is that I am resolved to my survival, and that each of their affronts only makes me more implacable an adversary."
two chocolate bars from a local chocolatier: a Dubai-style pistachio kataifi bar, and a variation on the theme which they're calling a North American kataifi bar (although the key ingredients are European, go figure)
Curvaceous fox woman in a very tight turtleneck sweater and tiny glasses informing you that she could break you.
two outlines of the profile of a sailing ship, drawn in wool blocks in Minecraft
Arial, synthetic vulpine, wielding more squish than usual in a clinging tube dress, choker and boots.
celery, fennel, many potatoes and onions
"Did you think it'd be some slick politician in a blue suit?" "I thought the Antichrist was a man." "Evelyn's definitely a she, but she's also male. She bears the mark of her leucism. What is the 'cloven hoof,' but a deformity which marks the bearer as touched by Satan? Uncanny charm and influence over others, practically gets away with murder... as for surviving a mortal wound, you've heard the stories. No, she's definitely your Antichrist. Even if she doesn't know it yet. It's only a matter of time." "She's just a girl. What if we just... warned her?" "If you told her what she was, she would be delighted to think of herself in that way, but she wouldn't truly believe it. That is how she will triumph. Being the thing without ever bearing the weight of it... the perfect instrument." "I'm sorry. I just don't believe it." "It's true. The doom of this world is a mall goth from Green Bay, Wisconsin."
hypercurvaceous fox woman in a severe business suit wielding a tablet; she says 'Better than life,' with a distinct hint of attitude
The spotlight shines upon a curvaceous vulpine in a little black dress, standing at a microphone, singing... her arms are gloved in red. "I need to be cleansed it's time to make amends for all of the fun the damage is done"
"What is your favorite character created by this artist?"
"oh GOD, I can't face another turgid academic conference... is that a GRAM you have on you?"
the cover of a pulp paperback called 'The Girl Who Killed Things' featuring a very voluptuous fox woman spilling out of a little black dress and scrutinizing the viewer
Dr. Holiday Wednesday wearing a black long-sleeved short-skirted dress; the plunging neckline is bound by a series of buckled straps and covered in fishnet, as are her legs... she asks, "You were expecting that other character, perhaps?" fun fact: I ran an alternate-universe version of Wednesday in a D&D campaign around this time, and this is what she wore under her armor
Your typical T*D lecture setup: lecturer on stage standing on giant polka dot, video screen behind, audience bathed in dim blue light as though they might shoot heroin to kill the boredom
A feminine fox in a high-collared jacket seated at a table; behind her are books and dusty artifacts and a slightly off-putting anatomical drawing.
Arial, but much larger, more muscular, with increased bulging in all the expected places! "I'm BIG"