#anyhow...

masterpiece, lose yourself

Men who think they're the fucking greatest thing since sliced bread because they tip their fedora and say "You don't need any work, you're perfect just as you are, you can be free, and just be naturally beautiful"

HOUSEWEAR/PAJAMAS

i love this man.

Im gonna kiss him on the lips OMFG.

I <3 chuuya nakahara

Everything from necromancy, thirst for chemicals, a need to escape restrictive capitalistic society to become a studying hermit, dramatic homoerotic situationships that are ruined by one's god-defying hubris for science, and bodily modifications that might be a bit too striking for the oh-so delicate sensibilities of modern society gets covered here (AND MUCH, MUCH MORE)! If it can be improved upon (or worsened) in ways that are considerably taboo using science, then feel free to tag me in posts so I can suggest mad science! We need more dedicated members of the field, after all!

I also suggest asking me things since I do askbox promotion as a side-hustle. A mad scientist has to get funding SOMEHOW.

- Sometimes so busy with very time-consuming experiments that bouts of long-term inactivity are frequent! Just a heads-up.

- It/Its or any neopronouns related to science, chemicals, medicine, et cetera; besides that, you will refer to me as doctor or any variations of it ONLY. More biodiverse nicknames demand approval.

- Esteemed doctor in lawbreaking and in spirit rather than through bourgeoisie-funded "educational institutions" of greed

- Self-taught in each and every field you can imagine (including ones that you cannot imagine as you are sadly not privy to my boundless intellect and tales of the eldritch)

- Firm believer in the revival of protosciences

- Alchemy truther

- Dabbling in galvanism

- Neurodivergent, neurologist, neurotic, and notably neurotoxic (it's a long story)

- Social pariah and soon-to-be martyr

- LOVES hearing passionate scientists rant

- Former burnout gifted kid turned adrenaline-driven gifted adult

- Chemical chugger and connoisseur

- Proud parent/caretaker of multiple creations, all of which I would gladly make social media profiles for if I didn't have to hide them away for their own safety.

- 135 IQ (My only resume point.)

- Post-human enough to be above mankind, just human enough to humiliate gods when I surpass them (which I have done multiple times and I assure you that God has a mana bounty over my head and that is the ONLY reason some of my experiments have been failures as of late)

DNI - SUPPORTERS AND/OR MEMBERS OF ANY ETHICS COMMITTEE WHATSOEVER*, QUOTE UNQUOTE "MAD SCIENTISTS" WHO ARE FUNDED BY FOOLISH GOVERNMENT INSTITUTIONS, THE BOURGEOISIE, COPS, DEADBEAT CREATORS** AS WELL AS THEIR APOLOGISTS, THE RICH***, AND CORRUPT MAD SCIENTISTS WHO GATEKEEP RESOURCES.

*Exceptions for ethics committees that consist of members who have been thoroughly involved in any experiments related to cloning, hypnosis, memetic changing, and mind-alteration under the supervision of a committed mad scientist.

**We learn from the mistakes of our ancestors, such as the (in)famous Victor Frankenstein, and one of the only ethics involved in mad science is NOT ABANDONING YOUR CREATIONS; those are YOUR responsibility to take care of lest you waste valuable scientific opportunities. If you abandon one and they kill your loved ones, that is ON YOU. In fact, I'd encourage them to kill more! If you really can't take care of an experiment, there are numerous resources for fostering them or handing them away that you can fall back on to give your creation a healthy life.

***Unless you would...perhaps be willing to become a mysterious beneficiary for a very talented prodigical doctor fallen on hard times...🥺

Farewell, and remember: DO IT FOR SCIENCE!

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Energy cannot be destroyed, only altered. So what if, just what if, when leylines were shifted oh so long ago, the Titans were not slain but displaced, shunted high and away, through planes and stars, to finally land, shattered and weakened, on a distant moon. Primordial energy that became dormant in its splintered state, but infinitesimally slow, at the pace of colossal creation, began to pulse, pulling close all its pieces, stitching them together with crimson thread. And the clouds began to flare red with steady sonambulistic breath.