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I've decided that I need to put my thoughts into the mix about the DDVAU mimic theory:

StrangledBabyDuck made a very interesting post introducing a theory that Hotguy in chapter 15 was actually the mimic. I really liked this theory, but with the new chapter having just came out, I think there are a few things that don't really line up with the theory.

First of all, we know from this bit that the same Hotguy has been visiting Grian each day, since he doesn't seem confused about Gem's comment, and references previous conversations that he's had at the hospital.

He also interacts with Grian in ways that show he's been there and done the same thing a few times, which I'd say is enough proof that the same person has been visiting him each day.

So now, we need the proof that the Hotguy in chapter 18 is the real Hotguy, which I think comes most abundantly from his notebook.

We can tell from his notebook that Scar truly doesn't know what's happened to Grian in Mother Spore. We know this isn't a performance or him just pretending, since the only other person in the room isn't awake.

The page on the bottom right where he speaks about the governor also suggests that he's met and spoken to him many times before, which wouldn't make much sense for the mimic.

From the way he's contemplating what happened in chapter 15, it seems he genuinely cares about the case, which is of course is supported very blatantly in the later scene with the fake Martyn.

This section also shows exclusively depictions of Grian that took place in the comic with Scar/HG present.

The last bit I'd like to cover from chapter 18 is in the final two pages. The first thing I noticed about this was that he was in the lab, without Cub, or anyone for that matter, present, when he stated he was tired. If this was the mimic, we might expect them to instead go to some other, more familiar area, but since we don't know much about the mimic, I can't say anything for certain.

The most important part in these final panels is HGs reaction to the mushroom. He is genuinely confused about what is having such a strong affect on the mushrooms, until he remembers the feather in the pocket.

Now, I just want to cover one more thing. StrangledBabyDuck makes a point in their post about how out of character HG acted in chapter 15, but I'd like to make an argument that is wasn't as out of character as it may have appeared at first.

This section from Mother Spore 3 shows how people inside the comic interpret HG and his actions. Tango is genuinely afraid that Hotguy is going to kill him, which he deems worse than him being killed by the spores. This shows that Hotguy acting rashly and poorly isn't uncommon. When someone who doesn't know HG apart from what he likely sees in the media deems him as an immoral person, we may be able to guess that he doesn't always take the best course of action.

I'm probably going to leave it there for now, but there are a few more things I've left out, but I've never done one of these theory posts before, and I think I'd rather keep is relatively short. If anyone has any questions or anything to add, feel free to do so! I also actually do have a few ideas from the new chapter that may actually support the mimic theory, so if anyone is interested, let me know and I may make a counter-counter post.

(since this is my first time doing a post like this, sorry if there's any issues or mistakes, please let me know lol)

DDVAU by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11

I'm currently writing a fanfiction about a fanfiction about silly minecraft guys I might be a little too invested

I figured it out its fine but that scared me

I ACCIDENTLY UNFOLLOWED SOMEONE I WAS FOLLWING BUT I DIDNT SEE WHO AND IM SO SORRY TO WHOEVER THAT WAS BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHO IT WAS

I ACCIDENTLY UNFOLLOWED SOMEONE I WAS FOLLWING BUT I DIDNT SEE WHO AND IM SO SORRY TO WHOEVER THAT WAS BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHO IT WAS

Reblog this if your posts don't have expiration dates.

So that your followers know it’s okay to dig through your blog and send in memes, starters, or responses to opens days, weeks, or months after they’ve been first posted.

you’re very nice :DDD

AWW THXXX :]]]] You're really cool too!!! Your OCs are awesome!!!!!

Part of the reason I've been so inactive recently is because I've been taking part in the Will Wood hair wars as @woofwillwood, so if anyone wants to see whatever shenanigans I'm up to, I might be doing some stuff over there

In case anyone needed a reminder: MAKE BAD ART!!!!

Masterpost:

Hi! I'm Nettle, and I'm a writer and beginner artist. I use this blog as my writing/whump blog. @nettleramblesandresposts is my blog for reposts, and @justaweebitunhinged is my art blog.

I use She/Her and I'm Aroace I'm a minor so please don't be weird

My main interests are: -Portal 2 -Will Wood -Wolf 359 -Traffic life SMP -Crochet -Writing -General crafting stuff Some of my more minor interests are: The bright sessions, Welcome to Nightvale, Helluva boss, Bugs (ants mainly), Corvids, SCP, Cheekface, Rare americans, Poor man's poison

MY MAIN STORY!!!!! I'm currently calling it subject #1, but that might change

I'm probably going to start posting about my OCs on this blog too, so I'll make a tag for that and add it to this post once I do that

DNI: Bigots, Blogs that have a lot of NSFW (I'm a minor and it makes me feel uncomfortable), Pedophiles, Zoophiles

Subject #1 :

Chapter one

Contents: Lab whump, kidnapping, defiant whumpee, clueless whumper, role reversal (sorta), knockout gas, swearing, caged whumpee

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Max’s head throbbed. He tiredly reached his arm up to rub his eye, groggily opening the other. He stopped, dumbstruck. This wasn’t his room… 

The sight of bars greeted him, no further than 20cm away from his sitting figure. Past the bars, a large, sterile looking facility greeted him. The walls were all bare white, but a labyrinth of tables stretched the rest of the room, almost every surface covered with brightly coloured vials, scratchily written notes and mindlessly discarded needles. 

Fear began to weigh down his stomach. Where was he? What had happened? He backed up to the end of the cage he was in, only managing to shuffle back about a step before he felt his back hit the cold metal bars on the other side.

“Oh you’re awake!” Max turned around and sprung to the other end of the cage, back now facing the lab. The man now stood, looking down on the cage. He was unable to make out a lot of details from the angle he was sitting, only able to distinguish the vague silhouette of a lab coat. 

His face was slightly more clear, an innocent looking curious expression in his wide brown eyes. He had scruffy mid length black hair that looked poorly looked after and greasy. He’d tried to tie it into a low ponytail, but large chunks of his too short hair had fallen out and over his face messily, and there was an excitable, childish grin on his round face. 

Max stared at him in disbelief. 

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, his voice hoarse 

“Please, language. I don’t tolerate that kind of language in my lab.” He paused for a second, making uncomfortable eye contact with Max. “My name is Doug Gillen. I’m a scientist. Do you have any questions?” Max, who was trying and failing to properly collect himself, snapped back into speech, ignoring the strangely matter of fact way his captor spoke.

“Yes, actually, I do. First of all, What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is-” Doug cut him off.

“Please, please, mind your language. I really don’t appreciate swearing. To answer your question, you’re in my lab. I needed a test subject, and you fit the bill perfectly. No longer close to family, drifting away from friends, no one will think much of you disappearing.” He adjusted his glasses “Anyways, we should probably get to -”

“No. No no no. You can’t- no. No. You kidnapped me? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fu-”

“What did I just tell you about language?” Doug paused for a second, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Anyways, I’d like to ask you a few questions now, if that’s okay.” He looked at Max for a second, not waiting for a reply before continuing. “What’s your full name? Even in all the time I was scoping you out as a potential test subject, you never brought up your full name. I’m curious, Max. What is it?” 

The sound of his name coming from the mouth of his kidnapper sent a chill down his spine. 

“You-stalked me!? You-you.” Max paused for a second to compose himself. “No, I’m not telling you. I’m never telling you anything. His voice was laced with venom. Doug tilted his head, seeming genuinely confused.

“Why not? I’m not asking for much here.” 

Max stared at the figure in front of him with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

“Why not!? You’re asking me why I don’t want to give information to my kidnapper!? If you think for a single fucking-”

“-Language-”

“‘Second that I’m going to comply with you, you must be insane. Hell, you probably are! I mean, no one sane would just fucking kidnap someone and-”

“Max.” Doug kneeled down to meet him at eye level. Quieten down for a second. Let me speak.” Max stared daggers at him, but stayed quiet. “Good. Now, I’ve got a proper cell for you. You’re the first human guest that-” Max quickly began to say something but was quickly drowned out by Doug, who just continued to speak. “So if it's a little different to what you expect I apologize. Anyways, I’m just gonna let you out of your cage and lead you there.”

 Max looked up at the last sentence. He’s just gonna let me go loose? Doug was still speaking, but Max was no longer paying attention. This might be the only chance I get. He blinked, noticing Doug’s expectant stare. “Well?”

“Yeah, okay.” Max had no idea what he’d just agreed to, but Doug seemed satisfied. He reached into one of his lab coat pockets, pulling out a small key and beginning to fiddle with the lock. 

Max took another look around the lab.There was a door, about 20m to his left. The lock finally clicked open, and Doug opened the hatch in the side, eyes gleaming with excitement. Max quickly scrambled out of the cage, ignoring the aching in both his legs as he stood, handcuffs immediately clicking onto his wrists, Doug taking a firm hold of the metal. 

The first thing Max noticed when he stood was Doug’s height. It had been hard to tell earlier, from where he was sitting, but he was short. Max wasn’t a super tall guy, maybe around 5’10, but he stood almost a foot taller than the scientist. 

Max blinked. 

Doug was just stood there, loosely holding the middle of the handcuffs with one hand, and fiddling with the keys with his other. 

Max yanked his arms quickly away from Doug, who, not expecting it, let go of the handcuffs for a second, quickly snatching them back, using his free hand to pick a small spray bottle out of one of his oversized lab coat pockets and spraying his face with a bit of water. Did… did he really try to use a spray bottle to punish me? Like a cat? Max felt more and more confused the longer this situation continued. Max looked down at Doug, who was now trying to shove the spray bottle back into one of his many bulging pockets, clearly filled to the brim with things he didn’t need. 

Max looked down at his handcuffs again. This scrawny, clearly deficient in some vitamins, scientist seemed to have no sense of self preservation. He claimed to know about Max, but still seemed entirely unfazed being entirely undefended infront of someone whose biggest hobby was boxing. 

He knew he couldn’t fight like he normally would, not with the handcuffs, so he clasped his hands together, slowly bringing them up. He almost felt bad, this Doug person seemed harmless enough, but- 

No. He kidnapped me. He stalked me. He deserves this.

Max clobbered him around the side of the face, the hard metal handcuffs striking his unprepared face painfully. Doug lurched back, a pained squeak coming out of his mouth as he felt his now bloodied cheek. He looked back up at Max, pleadingly, with fear in his wide, innocent eyes. Max had to shake away any sympathy. He kidnapped me! He stalked me! He raised his hands again, swinging again. 

And again

And again

He kidnapped me!

And again

He stalked me!

And again

Doug was on the floor by now, his face a bloodied mess, his hands weakly raised in a pathetic attempt to keep Max away. Small, cracked whimpers escaped his broken lips, but he wasn’t able to speak anymore. Max continued to pummel him, all empathy for this guileless man replaced by pure blind fury. 

He noticed, between strikes, that Doug was trying to reach back towards one of his pockets, trying to pull something out, but being thrown off with every punch. It took him a few tries, but he eventually managed to grab the item firmly enough to pull it out. A gas mask?

 Realisation dawned upon Max, and he sprang up, rushing towards the door. 

Too late.

 A faint hissing sound was audible from somewhere above him.

No no no no no no no

He covered his mouth and nose with his hoodie sleeve. It didn’t help. The walls seemed to sway as he stumbled to the door, falling forwards and catching himself on the locked door handle.

His head was spinning

Spinning

Max couldn’t stay upright. Even while holding onto the door handle, he couldn’t help himself from slipping, falling onto the floor. The walls kept spinning around him, his eyelids struggling to stay open

No no no no no no

I was…

I was so…

So close…

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So this is the first time I'm ever posting my writing anywhere, and while its not my best work, I've decided that I need to try to post it anyways, because if I don't now, who knows when I will.

I wanna keep this blog somewhat clean, so I've started a new blog for my reposting and rambling. It's @nettleramblesandresposts so I'll probably be yapping on there quite a bit for at least a few days probably

Get the engine running. Get out. Get home.

Take as many people as you can.

Save as many people as you can.

Don't let them get to you.

Keep it together.

hera play the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

Motivation go wheeeeee

doug eiffel (born december 25th) (christmas hater) (star wars fan) (celebrates star wars day) vs. renée minkowski (born may 4th) (has never seen star wars) (doesn't care) (christmas enthusiast) (eiffel has never experienced a greater injustice in his life)

I'm literally begging you, please be weird and queer, online and offline if you can, I want you to live life being as fascinating as possible

you'll only be alive for so long, please spend some time being odd

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

*hitting you with my magical beam (sunlight)*

OH NO ITS BLINDING NO THE SUN NOOOOOO

You’re really friendly and nice and your characters sound so cool

Thxxx a lot!! I think you’re also really nice and cool and your characters seem awesome :]

Yeees that would be so much better. No words I ever write could do my characters justice

why must I write things down for them to be written down? It's so unfair I don't wanna write things :(

why must I write things down for them to be written down? It's so unfair I don't wanna write things :(

If I bring an extra kidney, can we share?

Hello can you please return my liver

Turns out I needed it

Uh sorry, I've already eaten it. I've got some spares though if you'd like those instead

Alright, will do. I'll add a couple spare lungs just in case

Hello can you please return my liver

Turns out I needed it

Uh sorry, I've already eaten it. I've got some spares though if you'd like those instead

Any preferences or should I just throw a few randomly into a bag?

Hello can you please return my liver

Turns out I needed it

Uh sorry, I've already eaten it. I've got some spares though if you'd like those instead

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

Hello can you please return my liver

Turns out I needed it

Uh sorry, I've already eaten it. I've got some spares though if you'd like those instead

Thxxx so much :)

I've only recently gotten into whump, so I'm still not too knowledgeable about the popular tropes and stuff. I really like the Mad scientist & lab rat stuff, (that's actually what my original story is going to focus on) I also really like writing that focuses on how the whumpee deals with their trauma, I just think all the different interpretations are so interesting, and it's fun to think about the how the whumpee deals with it, especially when they have to re-enter society again afterwards.

I'm also going to be doing a bit of role reversal in my original story. Without going into too much detail about it, the mad scientist character ends up being on the receiving end of the whump for some time, while the test subject reluctantly helps them deal with it. There's a lot going on that I won't get into now, but hopefully it'll turn out well.

Thanks though, I really appreciate you taking the time to reply to my post and welcome me to the whump community.

This is my introduction post. I've been procrastinating posting anything, and I think this might be a good way for me to build up the courage to post properly.

Name: Nettle Pronouns: She/her (genderfluid so it changes sometimes) Age: Under 18 Sexuality: Aroace Region: England

I'm planning to post my writing on this account. I'm currently planning to write mainly Whump, as well as some of my own original stories that I've procrastinated writing down for too long now.

This is my introduction post. I've been procrastinating posting anything, and I think this might be a good way for me to build up the courage to post properly.

Name: Nettle Pronouns: She/her (genderfluid so it changes sometimes) Age: Under 18 Sexuality: Aroace Region: England

I'm planning to post my writing on this account. I'm currently planning to write mainly Whump, as well as some of my own original stories that I've procrastinated writing down for too long now.

Kidnapped and experimented on by aliens but I was in the control group so nothing happened