#drugged civilian

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Putting Out Fires

“I got this, I got this,” Hero whispered to themselves, wiping the blood from their mouth.

Villain grinned, readying another flaming, throwing knife. The fire around the pair burned ever hotter.

“I love your confidence,” Villain said.

Hero was already unsteady on their feet, the fight had been going on for too long. But Villain, Villain seemed to just be getting more energized. The first knife, Hero dodged, the second only grazed their shoulder. The ice shards Hero threw back were poorly aimed and didn’t go very far.

The third flaming knife got them in the leg. Hero couldn’t stop the cry that escaped them. Their flesh bubbled up around the wound with a terrible hissing noise.

“Poor little icicle, you didn’t want to melt today, did you?” Villain taunted.

Hero glared, gritting their teeth. Villain stalked closer. Then, without warning, they charged. They gripped Hero by the throat with a white-hot hand and jammed the fourth knife into their side. Hero wheezed, the scream strangled in their throat.

Villain dropped them unceremoniously to the ground. They kicked them twice in the ribs, eliciting weak cries from them. Villain crouched down; they yanked the other knife out of Hero’s leg, relishing in their scream. They then trailed the blade down their jawline.

“I could kill you now,” Villain said, “but I think it’s more fun to draw this out. Let you go slowly.”

Hero stared up with glassy, wide eyes, their breathing hard.

Villain summoned a ball of fire in their hand.

“Are you afraid, Hero?” they asked, “tell the truth now.”

White spray engulfed Villain out of nowhere, dousing out their flames. In the sudden chaos, Hero looked up to see someone clang a fire extinguisher over Villain’s head. Villain dropped to the ground, out cold. Civilian stood over them, panting. They threw the bloodied fire extinguisher to the side, then rushed over to Hero, whose vision was starting to blur.

“Hey, hey,” Civilian said, “Hero, eyes on me, eyes on me.”

“What’re you doing here…” Hero mumbled, “you could’ve been hurt…”

“Not any worse than you I’d expect,” Civilian said, “we have to go, they won’t be out for long.”

Hero nodded. In their efforts to stand they ended up collapsing back to the ground. Their wounds leaked deep crimson through their suit.

“S-sorry,” Hero said.

Civilian didn’t hesitate. They hoisted Hero up into a bridal carry and ran from the site.

“You gotta stay awake, you hear me?” Civilian asked.

Hero didn’t hear them. They drifted off to the sound of Cvilian’s panicked shouts and the fires blazing around them.

…

Hero woke up to a searing pain in their side. They yelped, but they couldn’t will their eyes to open.

“Sorry, sorry!” a familiar voice echoed.

Despite the apology, the pain didn’t stop. Their side and their leg burned white-hot, and Hero’s own heavy, labored breathing brought them further into wakefulness. They wished it hadn’t.

Hero finally managed to force their eyes open; they stared up at a warm, yellow light fixed to a popcorn ceiling. They turned their head to the side, seeing dining chairs pushed in under the bloodied table. On the other side, Hero saw Civilian pulling stitches closed.

“Hey…” Hero mumbled, wincing as Civilian worked.

Civilian looked up at them for a moment, and Hero caught a faint glimmer of fear in their eyes.

“Hello,” Civilian said.

“Where…?”

It was difficult for Hero to get any words out. Their throat had nasty burns that made their voice rasp.

“My house,” Civilian said.

“Oh.”

Civilian put in the last stitch in Hero’s side, then moved down to their leg.

“I panicked,” Civilian admitted, “I should’ve called an ambulance, but my house is much closer than the hospital, and with all the destruction on the roads, there’s no way they would’ve gotten you there in time, and I was scared, I wasn’t really thinking- before I knew it we were here.”

Civilian rambled on, and though Hero tried to listen, they were only catching every other word. They blinked, and before they knew it, they were being tucked into Civilian’s bed.

“What the…”

“Rest,” Civilian said, “they won’t find you here.”

“I have to… stop…”

“Not like this, not in your condition,” Civilian said firmly.

Hero was fighting to keep their eyes open.

“They’ll destroy-”

“I don’t care, Hero!” Civilian snapped, “I don’t! I’d rather you survive than have you die trying to save everyone!”

Civilian produced something Hero couldn’t see. Without warning, a glass was being held to their lips. Without thinking, they drank, letting the strangely sweet water run down their throat.

“Rest. It’s not a suggestion.”

Hero wanted to argue, they wanted to get up and make a run for it, but the medicine was sucking them under fast. They blinked once, twice, and then they were out.

…

Civilian sighed, running their thumb across Hero’s knuckles. They couldn’t lose them, not for anything. The blaze outside continued to spread, as though searching for someone to devour. Villain wouldn’t stop until Hero was dead. Well, two could play at that game. Civilian opened a drawer, pulling out a gun and loading it. They stood, taking one last look at Hero before heading out to face the fire.

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[beepartcollection]

bonus weed soldier

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1318

CW: drugs.

The villain staggered on their feet, unsteady and disoriented from the drug forced into their system. The small hero team kept a careful eye on them, watching out for any misfires of Villain's dangerous power.

The group held out until the arrival of Superhero, one of the half-human, half-animal hybrids of the guild; incredibly strong and better suited for this job than them.

Superhero laughed boisterously as they approached, their long ears bouncing with every step. "Ah, Villain! You look like you're struggling a little, buddy!"

The villain whipped around to face them, and their face twisted in shock. "Ohhww, shit! I'S THE BNUY!"

[arl-the-beloved]

Kaito having red eyes after he "broke" Pandora cause it needed a physical item to latch on to but now every time Kaito cries, his tears are the elixer of immortality

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

every time i try to explain drug prohibition to my mom it goes like this:

me: they made these class of drugs illegal because of racism and fear of abnormality first and foremost- mom: and because a lot of people were getting addicted and dying from overdoses me: no, actually- mom: but that's what happened!

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sat politely ankles crossed hands folded please say you have more thoughts about the DC deweys. Lazarus pit cold-eyed stare pristine and bloodthirsty anyway I would love to hear any further thoughts if you have the time + energy + motivation

how i imagine you waiting for me to re-read the resurrection of ra’s al-ghul and hush vol. 1+2:

ALRIGHT. in no particular order, thoughts about the dc deweys

connor fits very well into the mold of a talia al-ghul for me; chip on his shoulder, femme fatale, deadly and precise. he’s not the loudest but he’s got a dry wit that’ll cut you!

“why is connor an al-ghul at all and not batman” well first of all he’s already got the water connection, i’m gonna go dip him into the lake a couple hours north of the pas to make him incredibly long-lived, rejuvenated and beautiful

second of all i want him to be a questionable villain/antihero because he looks evil in those pictures but like beautiful evil. you see him at a multi-million dollar soirée and he’s bored of being there wearing his “heritage” beads and jewels he originally had from a thousand years ago. he and his assassins are only here to murder the head of state who’s planning to lay a pipeline through ancestral grounds

rip brandon duhaime i simply cannot imagine you as any kind of batman. lacks the gravitas, too much of a yapper, loves his wife too much. i curse thee to be green arrow if you’re in this narrative at all

assuming connor stays with toronto, would LOVE to think about toronto as one of the sites of the lazarus pit for many reasons

(a brief aside here to say that for me personally this is interesting if connor goes to winnipeg because i think they suit him better, he’s a manitoba boy, but re: the chip on his shoulder, he’s NOT a manitoba boy. he’s from the pas and very proud of it)

a) the amount of ‘toronto is the center of the universe’ hockey creation myths i can play with & birth/rebirth/reincarnation. if you WANT to feel unhinged trying to blend hockey and comics is an ice rink not just a pool of water?

b) mr. cathal kelly i love your works!!! toronto eats its young!!! thinking about this very literally in the sense of the resurrection arc where players come to toronto and are sacrificed, give up their body, their skill, in service of the demon’s head, and lose themselves.

c) we see echos of the same narratives and styles over and over again—if i can hop over to the flyers for a second, there is of course the curse of the *8s (18 richards, 28 claude, 48 danny b, 68 nolan, 88 lindros) but ALSO the danny brière -> tk -> morgan frost celly chain. every generation a resurrection, emerging clean and new from the pit

can you just briefly hold my hand and imagine wayne gretzky as an evil ra’s al-ghul wanting to possess a new body. gretzky i’m sorry to malign you and i know you never played in toronto but you are the best player in my head to fit the idea, i’m open to other suggestions

coming BACK to green arrow dewey (i did not re-watch arrow or re-read those comics sorry) connor could also be black canary, who takes a brief dip into the lazarus pit (toronto) before getting married to oliver. i do like that narrative but because we were talking about pristine and cold-blooded i figured connor dewar head of the league of assassins was more what you were after

now that i’ve gotten through world building… choose your own adventure narratives?

hockey-ish au: connor chosen as a host for the Next One. i think the lineage of the great one -> next one -> next next one -> next one up of gretzky -> crosby -> mcdavid -> bedard is taken, BUT i can imagine that the league of old boys all have the same intentions. connor gets sent to toronto unknowingly being prepped to get body-snatched by ???? and brandon duhaime of course accidentally stumbles on the plot and they have to fight to stop it

connor assassinating people :) snapshot of the head of the league of assassins delegating which major world events they’re going to change today. would love his shark face from the gifset to have blood spattered across it, ideally.

version 1 as head of the league of assassins: brandon is one of his assassins, big strong bodyguard type. devoted to him, would lay down his life, perfectly designed for connor (lady shiva/cassandra cain-ish). connor orders for something to be done and brandon does it there for him then gently wipes the blood off his face and apologizes for being careless and getting him messy.

version 2 as head of the league of assassins: an actual plot where connor aims to assassinate SOMEONE but brandon gets in the way. they meet at odds as their respective roles (hero, leader of a crime syndicate) but are magnetically drawn together as their alter egos. eventually brandon puts together the pieces of the Big Evil and manages to (legally!-ish as much as vigilante-ism can be legal) take it down and the ending panels show a tentative friendship and recognition of potential shared goals

also, jaromir jágr is immortal. don’t know if this is relevant OR related but he is. personal hot spring lazarus pit?

um. thanks for coming to my 1.5k ted talk (including tags). what a way to moritz seider lore drop that i DID grow up a comic book nerd, lmao. thank you so much for enabling me <3 i'll be here all week thinking about which teams would get what rings in a blackest night au

[mournfulminds]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: So-hee / 「 @cigvrettedvet 」

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Spring / 2024

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Bus station

Planted in front of the law office was a bus station that people rarely utilised considering the public transportation was unspeakable in this town, not only because of the crime that ran rampant at night but also the certain smell that persisted on the bus following the yellow route. Theresa had seen it day in and day out, always three stops a day, usually an elderly person in tow, and always from what little safety the front desk and a sheet of glass provided.

Seeing it up close and personal for the first time made her stomach churn, a reaction caused, also in part by her car dying right after she got off her shift, leaving her stranded. It was getting darker now, and she could not call for a taxi, or ask a coworker, so instead, she went with the next best thing. This led to the internal words about whether someone she had met in the bathroom of a club and later took home was the best thing? Perhaps not, but as a car rolled down the street, Téa stood up from the bench and ducked her head out of the bus shelter as she waved for it to come to a stop. "Thank you for not having me rely on the kindness of strangers, I did not feel like ending up on Dateline tonight, though I'm hoping it would be a semi-curious episode. If you don't have plans, do you want to grab a a drink, or something to eat? On me, as a thank you? Or... I have this," Grabbing the bag from her shoulder, the older woman beamed as she pulled out a joint.

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

[slyandthefamilybook]

People who jumped to share that propaganda "thank you letter" are now refusing to share articles with actual testimonies from the hostages 🤔🤔🤔

[coochiequeens]

De Lima was arrested in 2017, months after she had launched a senate inquiry into Duterte’s brutal anti-drugs crackdown, which is the subject of an investigation by the international criminal court.

The most prominent critic of the former Philippine president Rodrigo Duterte’s so-called “war on drugs” has been granted bail, after more than six years in jail on what rights groups condemned as trumped-up charges.

Leila de Lima, 64, a former senator and human rights commissioner, emerged from court on Monday to cheers from supporters, who chanted “Justice” and “Leila will soon be free”.

Surrounded by crowds of media and police escorts, she said: “For years, my whole being has been crying out for justice and freedom … For more than six long years I’ve been praying, praying so hard for this day to come.”

De Lima was arrested in 2017, months after she had launched a senate inquiry into Duterte’s brutal anti-drugs crackdown, which is the subject of an investigation by the international criminal court.

Duterte had accused her of receiving payoffs from drugs gangs while she was justice minister, and she faced three drug-related charges, two of which have been dismissed. She has always denied any wrongdoing.

On Monday, she was granted bail in the final pending case, which she had sought on health grounds.

UN human rights experts, as well the European parliament, have long called for her release, and witnesses who testified against her have recanted their statements.

De Lima has said the charges were an act of revenge by Duterte, who she described at the time of her arrest as “a murderer and a sociopathic serial killer”.

She had long criticised his governance. In her former role as chair of the national Commission on Human Rights, De Lima had sought to expose killings by so-called “death squads” in Davao City, where Duterte was mayor for more than two decades.

De Lima was considered the most prominent political prisoner under his administration. In prison she continued her work as a senator, issuing handwritten statements from detention, often condemning Duterte’s governance. She was unable to campaign in the 2022 election, however, and lost an attempt to run again for a senate position.

On Monday, De Lima thanked her legal team, as well as the administration of President Ferdinand Marcos Jr, Duterte’s successor. His administration had, she said, respected “the independence of the judiciary and the rule of law”.

Marcos has previously said he would not cooperate with an ICC investigation into the drugs war killings.

Between 12,000 and 30,000 civilians are estimated to have been killed in connection with anti-drugs operations from July 2016 to March 2019, according to data cited by the ICC.

Government data estimates are lower, and say at least 6,252 people were killed in police operations between July 2016, and May 2022. Police have said any killings were only in self-defence.

[catspittle]

So who exactly has Jon slept with? I'm confused with your mentions of AUs.

Honestly the main AU/the server I roleplay this version of Scarecrow in just....isn't really a big deal anymore? It lost a lot of people after COVID, and we [myself and the other mods] have had very little luck getting new people to stick around as they don't seem to comprehend that in order for a place to be active, you need to not rely on one person only to post. Because it is usually one person [me] posting both OOC and IC, and sometimes our Superboy RPer. Anyways I'll try to break it down in summary, this is far from comprehensive but think of it as more standout examples. Iceberg | Charles Murray. For all extents and purposes, considers himself as having lost his virginity to Charles as truthfully that's as far back as he remembers and/or willingly wants to remember. Coworkers at Gotham U, Charles was brought in to analyze the freak weather conditions of Gotham.

Thinker | Gaius Grieves. Prison fling for a few years while they happened to be interned at Belle Reve, called it off pretty much right after they broke out. Notably, Crane was the only person Gaius liked besides Enchantress. Who...did not even remotely share any of his sentiments. Effectively the sole force other than Waller keeping Gaius alive. Kite-Man | Charles Brown. If he had a nickel for every man he's fucked named "Charles" he'd have a fair amount of nickels. Which isn't a lot, but, again, weird that it's happened so many times. Bonded when Kite-Man was sent to Arkham instead of Blackgate mistakenly, also bonded over their dead children. Hugo Strange | Wong Honghui. His life partner in my main AU, and in all offshoots penned by me where they have met. Diversity hires at Arkham Asylum, bonded over being terrible people and one thing led to a 30 year relationship. Eerily in sync, though not always. Voltaic | no canon name given, but I have helpfully dubbed him Nikolai Marconi after inventor Nikola Tesla and electrical engineer and inventor of radio Guglielmo Marconi. Notably, his only lasting fling with another trans person thus far. Nikolai hates his guts for being more "successful". Doctor Polaris | Neal Emerson. While Neal's proclivities lended themselves to harder substances, it wasn't uncommon to see them bumming whatever off each other. Met in a heroin den, and, in the end Neal sold him out for opiates a couple months into their relationship.

Bookworm | Honestly there's two of them and I could have seen it going either way. One night stand where there could have possibly been something there, but ultimately nothing came of it. Savant | Brian Durlin. Was it a moment of desperation? Who knows, but "I gave Savant a handjob and we rubbed our dicks together for a bit" is certainly going down in Crane's mind as a thing that happened. Neither of them speak of this. Bloodwork | Ramsey Rosso. Was mostly intrigued by Ramsay being able to find a cure for hemophilia [as a hemophiliac], stuck around because the guy had a great sense of humor and being able to generate your own heat is pretty useful when your partner is skin and bone. The whole "being a translucent sack of blood" thing was a little weird, though.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Good Chemistry

This is my Valentine's Day 2025 Special! I hope you like it!

Scientist took Hero’s chin and tilted it up to look at them.

“This is all for us, you know, someday you will love me as much as I love you.”

Hero wanted to retort, to wrench their face from Scientist’s grip and create an indoor blizzard that rivaled an arctic storm. But all they could do was sit there limply as the drug coursed through their system.

It had been three days since Hero had woken up in Scientist’s home lab, strapped down to a bed and pumped full of sedatives that made it nearly impossible to think, much less escape.

Scientist smiled, then without warning slammed their lips against Hero’s.

“Mmph!”

Hero struggled weakly to break the awful kiss, but Scientist held fast, only pulling away when they had had their fill.

“There now, was that so bad?” they smirked.

Tears sprung into Hero’s eyes as they gasped weakly for air. Scientist ruffled their hair but stopped as a strange, muffled noise came in through the ceiling vents.

Hero and Scientist both looked up for the source of the noise. Metal scraping against metal suddenly assaulted their ears as the roof to the lab was torn clean off. Villain dropped into the open room, eyes glowing carmine and burning with anger.

“V-Villain!?” Scientist paled, “what are you doing-”

Hero choked on a relieved sob. Villain turned to look at them, gaze hardening at the sight of them, their red, puffy eyes, and the needle marks in their neck. Red power swirled around them as they turned back to Scientist, who had frozen in place.

“How dare you touch them,” Villain said quietly.

“B-but Villain, why would you even care?” Scientist asked, “they’re your enemy- they-”

Villain lifted Scientist roughly up with their powers and slammed them into the concrete floor. They did this repeatedly until Scientist was a broken, bloody mess.

Villain knelt over them and raised a power-coated fist. They crashed it into their face, again and again, not stopping until they were unrecognizable.

A small keening sound snapped Villain out of their blind rage. They turned to Hero, who was starting to struggle in their restraints.

Villain rushed over to them. They quickly but gently removed the straps pinning them in place. They took off their bloodied gloves and cupped Hero’s face. Hero leaned into the touch, tears falling fast.

“Shh, shh, I found you,” Villain said, wiping the tears with their thumbs, “I won’t let them touch you again.”

Villain picked Hero up and flew from the house, leaving some henchmen behind to take care of the wretched pound of flesh on the floor.

…

Villain deposited Hero in the tub, starting to scrub away Scientist’s advances. Their concern grew as Hero continued not to speak; they just stared off with a dazed look.

“Love?” Villain asked.

“I… I should’ve fought better, been more vigilant…” Hero mumbled.

Villain stopped at once, turning Hero to face them.

“Look at me,” Villain said sternly, “none of this is your fault. Do you understand? None of it.”

Hero didn’t look convinced.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” Villain said, “I’m never going to let them, or anyone else, hurt you ever again.”

Hero sniffled, and hugged Villain despite being soaking wet. Villain didn’t care. They hugged Hero back, running their hand up and down their back with a soothing, gentle touch. Always gentle.

…

Villain helped Hero into pajamas and tucked them into bed. Hero reached out to them.

“Can you… can you hold me?”

“Of course,” Villain said.

They climbed into bed, holding Hero snugly against their chest.

“Please… don’t leave me.” They whispered.

“Never,” Villain promised.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Villain said.

Hero fell asleep within minutes.

…

Villain’s phone started to ring quietly. They reached for it and answered it before it could wake Hero.

“Henchman?”

“We did as you asked. There isn’t a body left to find.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“How is Hero?”

Villain looked down at the Hero snuggled up against them.

“Still shaken, but they’re strong.”

“Should I bring you two anything?”

“Go by Hero’s favorite restaurant and get their usual,” Villain said, “and… instruct everyone to keep an eye on them- discreetly of course. If anyone tries to hurt them, I want it stopped.”

“You got it,” Henchman said.

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“Hm?” Hero mumbled.

“Shh, it’s all right, go back to sleep,” Villain said.

“Hm…”

Hero settled back into sleep, and Villain made sure it was undisturbed.

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[fellhellion]

Would genuinely have not begrudged Miguel if he really had beat the shit out of Stone and threatened to make him drink his own Rapture, and it wasn’t just a daydream.

[weewoow-20706030]

The batfam trauma candy salad would go absolutely insane.

Dick: Hi. I'm Dick Grayson and when I was 8 I watched my parents fall to their death in front of me, then I had to move away from everything I love and spend the rest of my life in some weird American city. And I brought the sour gummy worms.

Jason: This is so stupid- my mother used to kick me out when he drug dealer would come over so I didn't see her spending our very small amount of money on drugs.

Steph *off screen*: what did you bring?

Jason: nerds.

Cass: I was raised to be a weapon, a murderer. I brought peach rings.

Steph: I'm Steph and My dad was an alcoholic who thought he could go head to head with batman and outdo the riddler. And I brought Reese's pieces.

Tim: I'm Timothy Drake Wayne and I had left the house to try and find some guy before he killed my dad, just for him to kill my dad when I was gone. I brought sour rainbow strips.

Duke: My parents are in a mental ward, high on joker toxin. No one knows if they'll ever get better. And I got m&m's.

Damian: I am a highly trained assassin and-

Steph: cut. Cut. Damian. Civilian identities. Ok. Restart.

Damian: My mother randomly dropped me on some weird man's doorstep when I was ten. I brought rock candy.