laboratory tables


Guess I should give Ed his proper green scrubs! Wonder how difficult it could be.
The heart he is holding in his hand came with the “Ice-cream Xander” I recently bought. I need to introduce him to you yet.
The knife is borrowed from Teyla, Stargate Atlantis ;)
The lab table is a model set that I had to put together myself.

Second Chances//Part 15

Series Masterlist

Words: 2362
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader
Warnings: Injury, violence, angst? fluff?
Episode: 2x10 Survival of the Fittest; 2x11Coup de Grace; 2x12 Rubicon; 2x13 Resurrection; 2x14 Bodyguard of Lies; 2x15 Blood Must have Blood Part 1

         You gasped, breathing in a shaky breath as Dr. Tsing drilled into you again. Tears. All you could do was cry and beg, as you laid on the laboratory table, dying.

        “Please stop. She’s too weak,” Monty pleaded from his cage.

        “Don’t. Don’t. Not again,” You begged. 

        “No. No! No!” Monty cried as the drill whirred.

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Silent but deadly⚗️ par Alex THELEGOFAN
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Hey LEGO fans it’s Alex here, and today I did Robin, when he chooses his costume in the first clip from The LEGO Batman Movie🎬 Original picture by me

Horned Serpent Headcanons

So I’ve seen a lot of headcanons for the other houses, and I thought I’d help us Serpents out with a few of my own. True to my house, I of course, researched.

The Horned Serpent is a familiar figure in South Eastern Indigenous mythology. The crystal at its forehead is said to be divinatory, that it’s friendly to humans, but can draw its prey with a sort of magnetism. It’s long been associated with rain, water, and rainbows. Horned Serpents in indigenous mythology are always magical, and possess powerful medicine, bestowing it upon those who help or defeat them. They often have the power of invisibility, or of shapeshifting, in addition to divinatory powers and hypnotic magnetism.

There also seem to be some myths about the negative side of the Horned Serpent - that it’s poisonous, and vengeful - it won’t cause the death of the person that wronged it, but it will cause the death of it’s family….which is rather dark.

There is also Horned Serpent iconography throughout Europe, most notably with the Gundestrup Cauldron, held aloft by Cernnunos, Verile god of the forest, lush growth, and of the wild things. Antlered serpents are wound about his waist like a girding belt, protecting the thing they treasure. In Celtic mythology, horned serpents are associated with the Underworld, and with the Otherworld, and are often guardians for their treasures.

With that in mind, here are my headcanons.

Dormitories and Common Room

Like the guardians from which they have been chosen, the Horned Serpent house dormitories guard the grounds of the Great Library, encircled by a moat with no drawbridge.

The Moat is fed by the Serpent’s river, and the denizens of the house must enchant themselves a means of crossing. Some enchant their feet, so that they may walk across the water. Others a daring vine to swing upon. Some will call a canoe forth, or work with their hands, hollowing out a tree trunk and carving special sigils and runes, ingraining the wood with the medicine of sweat and toil, learning the best sigils to ward off capsizing, to steer through fog, to shake off the untrustworthy.

Many, at their first entrance to their house do not have the refined knowledge yet to do any of those things, and so, they simply swim across. Those that cannot swim are helped across by their fellows, whom are instinctively protective of their own. Much to the surprise and wonderment of the new Snakes, the River Serpent will often slither through the green waters, his scales shining, as he winds through the moat, assisting those having trouble, weaving along the legs and brushing toes in welcome. He is often quite silent, but a special few may hear his voice.

The Dormitories

The dormitories themselves are set into the curtain wall around the Great Library’s tower. The granite is dark and speckled with rainbow flecks that shimmer in the sunlight, and warm with it. The gothic arch of the dorm doors is belied by the warm cypress woods, which are native to Greylock Mountain. Sun slants through the stained-glass windows in a myriad of alternating colours, painting scenes of nature and knowledge and the seeking of it against the deep, comforting darkness that typifies the Horned Serpent dorms.

Loft style, Beds alternate from the airy attic, with it’s high curtain-wall ceiling and views slanting across the fog along the moat and into the Wild Wood, and deep below, nestled into the alcove under the stairs, lined with portholes into the Moat, watching the fish and the water snakes, and the other, hidden things in the dark water. Most Horned Serpent dorms will have their wall space tacked with emergency shelving, for their ever-growing collection of books, articulated skeletons, specimens in bell jars, scrolls, Divination tools, and implements of their own construction, and forgotten coffee mug. Ladders are often enchanted when the young witch or wizard’s climbing begins to grow calamitous, and might damage their collections (They give much less thought to the state of their bones than the state of their beloved stores of knowledge)

Large diagrams, Tarot card spreads, and sigil designs will often drift up the staircases, and discarded boots and dropped notebooks, scrawled with hasty notes, will endanger even the most eagle-eyed Thunderbird, or dexterous Wampus. The Horned Serpents, however, seem to learn (even if they are clumsy at first) to sense the path around their own scatterbrained leavings, following the course unconsciously, their noses stuck in books or scrolls or peering through fascinating spectacles of their own making.

The Common Room

The Horned Serpent Common Room is better known as the Gatehouse. It sits atop the arched gate of the curtain wall, overlooking the entrance to the Library, and the Wild Wood beyond. Equally at home among the dusty shelves as they are under the shady leaves and swaying branches, the Horned Serpent’s common room marries the seeking nature of the Scholars.

Two giant Cypress trees ground the gate-walls, with roots that sink deep, deep into the ground, and branches that splay along the two retaining walls of the Common Room. They stretch along the ceiling, blanketing the roof with reminders of the season. Gold, saffron, crimson, and cranberry during the fall, drifting ever so slowly to the stone floor. Jade and new green in spring, unfurling in a haze. Deep, shady emerald and vermillion in the height of summer, and bare purple-brown, spiny and stark and beautiful, in the cold clutch of winter. The wide trunks are tattooed with youthful carvings, ‘so and so was a serpent’, ‘KL+ LM =<3′, and other such graffitied life, worn with the dignity of history. Young witches and wizards often take a special fancy to figure out who carved what, and why. As such, there is a long and rambling oral history of the house, and all of the escapades of its members, from the insignificant to the big, for, the Horned Serpents know, like the ouroboros, it all feeds into each other, in the end.

The branches are hung with lanterns, scattered about without thought for size or style or placement - a haphazard coziness that is both gloomy and warm by turns. There are articulated skeletons of all sorts of foraged creatures, and a collection of bell jars and glass greenhouses filled with Baneful herbs - nightshade and redcap mushrooms, hemlock and monkshood, on a high shelf, out of reach of first years. On the floor and catching the light of the windows are the beneficial herbs, bright calendula, spiny rosemary, silvery sage.

The bookcases, like the lanterns, are rambling and disorganized. Some are rough-hewn, just planks on brackets, inset into the tall stone walls. Others are ornate and carved, rubbed with oil and inlaid with sigils and knotwork designs. They are stacked and stuffed to bursting with what cannot fit stacked precariously around or on top, loose papers held by random paperweights.

Tables are round and low and footed with regal, jeweled serpents. Candle plates are layered in ages of melt at different stages, and there are just as much scattered, threadbare cushions along the floor as there are lush, thick, overstuffed chairs, soft and worn from use.

Half-Library, half-laboratory, A long table cuts down the center of the common room, laid about with vials, jars, and cauldrons for potions, long parchment scrolls, inkwells, and special quills for sketching diagrams and observations, and notebooks of all varied sorts and purposes, fit into the left-over spaces.

There are always coffee mugs and kerchiefs, loose tarot cards and pendulums, coffee ring stains on hardwood, and cobwebs in the corners. Dust-motes glitter in the coloured light of the stained-glass windows. Muddy boots and soaked backpacks line the door, and wet socks hang in front of the giant, roaring fireplace. Collected roots, stones, and bones from the Wild Wood are a tumble in woven baskets and stacked jeweled boxes.

It is never quite tidy, never spotless. There is always a bit of clutter, a bit of tarnish, a stain, and a spider lurking about, in the Gatehouse. there is a strange ease to it, amidst the moodiness. It is a velvety intimacy that speaks of the knowledge of dark places, as well as light ones.

anonymous asked:

"Stop Squirming" (I did it XD - Pastadoesrp)

~Send “Stop squirming!” for your muse to tie mine down on a laboratory table.~
((You certainly did. Hooray for angst. Out of curiosity, what’s SG’s actual name? @pastadoesrp))

Kehnali awoke in a lab, tied to a table. Her mind was still a bit fuzzy, but when she saw SG standing nearby, she knew what had happened.