#more like medical torture

[handsoffthefuckinshield]

okay fuck Bucky Barnes there are other people in the world of superheroes who have medical horror trauma why am I not getting any fuckin representation here

[quixoticprince]

This took me forever but finally I can get a lil ref lineup of all of them haha I had a fun time trying to pin down their body shapes! I took sooome liberties but I tried to stay on model (their models are... surprisingly way more lean than in memory) And we can't forget administration:

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 331

Demon twins? Demon twins. 

Damian? Good at the assassin side of things, at least for a four year old, but Danyal? He’s okay, but he’s far better at things like poisons and bookkeeping. Which is honestly? Okay. They’re the League of Shadows, and sure a majority of the members are assassins, but it’s definitely not all there are. So? Danyal starts getting medical training. 

Not to say that either of the boys don’t know their fair share of violence and healing- it’s just better to let them play to their strengths. One doesn’t keep a league over centuries if they just have one type of warrior, or even just warriors. A variety is needed. 

So one gets trained more towards the business side of things. Damian may be better at wielding the weapons and killing- even if neither have had their first kill quite yet- but Danyal shows far more proficiency at acting, at masking who he is and gathering information. 

Damian, when he’s first sent to their Father, doesn’t mention his twin. Not because he’s jealous or hates him or anything like that. You just don’t talk about someone in an undercover mission in the League, and it’s not something he realizes isn’t a rule everywhere. 

Needless to say, the Bats have more than a mild freakout the first time Damian mentions a twin who will be coming to the manor now that his mission is over. 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cruel and Unusual Punishments (the PSA episode).

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[incessantlark]

two brains are better than one

or: collectkin murder husbands AU

[hollys-fairy-hell]

Lord imagine Irep taunting Peri in the early stages of him being captured. As much as I love this ship I also love the bitter enemies.

I got carried away with this one. Angst below my friends. Angst below.

Irep doing and saying anything to make Peri as miserable as possible in his final moments. Dev in tow.

Just to stop coming all together when he realises Peri is too far gone for it to even hurt him anymore. Dev suggesting they go back to rub it in Peris face somemore only to be met with a bored look and a “no point his mind is to far gone for it to really hurt him now.” Or something

Irep just bored of it. While Peris only time seeing anyone else was when Irep and Dev came by. He is just alone now. Nothing to distract him from the fact hes going to die alone in a cage. Maybe he was trying to keep it together cause Dev was present. But now fully alone, knowing himself that hes probably not even worth it to Irep. Knowing that must mean hes close to dying. Maybe he wished the pain was more blinding. More mind numbing so he couldn’t think like Irep probably thought. Maybe he doesn’t want to think about how hes never gonna see his family again.

Maybe Dev can sneak a peak at this state of complete misery? Maybe Peri having a little sob begging for it to be over. Just a nice quite little moment of loosing all hope? Curled up in on himself in the middle of the floor where Irep last tossed him about. Quietly begging for someone to come back. To not be all alone. Even if he gets hurt some more. Even if they taunt him. To just not be alone.

I wonder how a 10 year old would react to that. Probably trying to be bitter. Sneaking away again. Finding his dad. Telling himself that it’s the only way to get his dad to love him. Constantly repeating in his mind that it’s Peris fault for failing him. For his rules. Knowing deep down. In is heart that isnt true but theres nothing he can do.

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[themyscirah]

Vanessa didn't even die and yet her story is still sadder and more fucked up than jtodd's. He wishes he was on her level

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Kix: “It sounds miserable to be a natborn actually.”

[worstloki]

HYDRA kidnaps Loki but all the goons look up to him and think he’s the coolest guy and keep kissing up to him because they really really want him to join their ranks

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 309

Danny huddled beneath the mass of warm scales, trying to avoid the rain that sputtered and hissed into steam whenever it touched the resting form of the older halfa. He choked on broken chirps, burying his head against his tail. Everything hurt, one of his paws and wings gone- what had the wanted them for- 

He sniffled, not wanting to cry. At least- at least Jordan had managed to get them out, it could have been worse. Ancients, it could have been so much worse. Mom and Dad were… Ancients he didn’t want to even think about it- 

A huff of smoke wafted over him, and he looked up into Dan’s crimson eye- the other gone to do who knows what with. It was time to go- they couldn’t stay in one place, they had to keep moving lest the GIW catch up. They didn’t have a choice, not now, not if they didn’t want to die- if they ever could now. It didn’t matter. 

He stayed limp as he was picked up by the scruff, the rain soaking into his fur and scales (and still-healing injuries) as the larger dragon launched into the sky. They just had to keep moving, avoid any people, heroes included, and keep moving. Just keep moving.

[bucket-barnes]

As you wish Homie

(Suggestion from @tiredflowercrown)

Anthony Tremaine- curl up and dye

Heads up: I did very minimal research before writing this fic and embellished a bit for dramatics, I cannot guarantee that any of this information is medically accurate so you may need to suspend your disbelief a bit if you know more than I do

The Isle of the lost wasn’t a safe place, that wasn’t new, but in the case of Anthony Tremaine…danger came in a different form, the salon

The Tremaine family business may not have been dangerous in a traditional sense, the most threatening thing that happened to them was when Harriet Hook came in after a day of dealing with her father’s drunkenness and brother’s hallucinations, but even then she never did any harm, what really did the harm was when Anthony went to dye the stress-grays out of her hair

The hair dye in curl up and dye wasn’t of the highest quality, after all, it was Auradon’s leftovers, Anthony had been working with these chemicals since he was tall enough to reach the sinks, his earliest childhood memories linked to the smells of old bleach and dyes, touching up his grandmother’s roots, covering his mother’s horrid gray strands, and even helping Dizzy with her colored streaks whenever he was in a good mood. The process was therapeutic in a way, giving life to the dull and dead, the moments of peace he would get when more or less frying people’s hair…along with unknowingly frying years off his lifespan with internal burns and respiratory damage

Anthony had a few trademarks that made him stand out, his always perfect hair, the way he made rags look expensive…and his cough. Anthony had been basically inhaling poison since birth (especially when they would have to substitute the bleach with actual poison if they ran out) his lungs were thoroughly ravaged, though it wouldn’t stop him from keeping up his image. He always carried a cornflower blue handkerchief with him in the event of one of his coughing fits, people didn’t tend to pay it mind, the sound of someone hacking their lungs out in the street was the isle’s equivalent to chirping birds. Anthony always handled these fits with grace, coughing into his handkerchief and then tucking it away into his shirt pocket with one hand while the other slyly clutched his ribs. The only part Anthony couldn’t control was the rasp in his voice that would come and go, but hey…some people are into that, no harm no foul

At the incessant begging of his cousin, Anthony came to Auradon, it was wonderful, clean air, fresh food, the most fashionable clothes Anthony’s ever seen…but he kept getting weird looks from people when he coughed, it wasn’t that bad, was it? They were small, quiet, a little uncomfortable sure but…not terrible…right?? Well, they were that bad, the isle and Auradon just had very different definitions of the word, it was while working with Evie that Anthony learned this difference

It was a few days before the royal wedding and Evie wanted to get her hair touched up before her best friend’s big day so she had gone to Anthony to get the job done. Sure, Auradon had amazing hair stylists, but Dizzy had suggested letting Anthony do Evie’s hair since he knew how to get the perfect shade of blue every time. Evie sat in the chair and made small talk with Anthony, though it was interrupted by a handful of coughing fits. She must have been in Auradon a long time because, Evie didn’t remember Anthony’s coughs sounding that bad. His breath sounded labored and painful, his coughs were strained and seemed to cause him physical pain, Anthony practically doubling over at one point while he groaned and clutched his ribs. Evie would ask if he was ok and needed a break, Anthony would always insist he was fine, the cough was normal and not that bad, though the more he insisted the more Evie would protest to him continuing, but he kept on with the job at hand, the fumes making his eyes slightly water…then again, could’ve been tears from all the coughing…

It happened in a flash. Anthony’s eyes had gone vacant and his breath became more of a labored wheeze than breathing, he started to tip and the next thing he knew he was making his way to the floor as his vision went dark and his hearing became nothing but ringing…

he woke up in…not Evie’s house, the walls were white, everything was blurry…and what was that noise? It was loud and obnoxious like a broken alarm clock that wouldn’t turn off. He turned to his left and saw Dizzy, was she crying? He also felt a weird poking in his arm, he turned to his right and saw a thin tube, no thicker than a sewing needle, going right into his arm carrying some strange, gold liquid…

“Wh…where am…I?”

Anthony tried to ask, though it came out more as incoherent mumbling than actual words. Dizzy looked at her cousin with a mixture of confusion and concern

“Um…somewhere called a hospital? You Passed out doing Evie’s hair and weren’t waking up, I panicked, I’m sorry!”

“…S’kay…ok”

Gods, he must have been tired, he could barely form a sentence, though that noise from earlier wasn’t going away, if anything it was getting louder, good gods someone make it stop!

“Wh…ts that?”

Anthony tried to ask another question, though once again it sounded more like mumbling. Dizzy tapped her chest with her finger and Anthony seemed to get the message…that noise was his heartbeat, and it was getting louder because he was confused and…admittedly a little scared…wow was he screwed

Hope this sufficed! Who knew hair dye was so toxic, huh? (Cue uncomfortable laughter because I bleached and dyed my hair at home for three years straight) got any more descendants characters you want to see me medically screw over? By all means tell me! I’m bored, I’ll do it!

[emrrys]

i don't WANNA be at work i wanna think abt and draw my WARRIOR CAT OC

[themyscirah]

When you're reading older comics and see a modern panel of a character you're reading and they're essentially unrecognizable and look like they've been treated HORRIBLY but you don't know what happened so its like "oh baby I'm so sorry they did that to you... unsure fully what it is but know I will likely throw a tantrum about it in a few months when I get there in your arc"

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

I never dug into what my warframe OCs left behind with their ruined human lives Until Now and. oh boy

At some point there is a multi-step family trip heist to locate and retrieve (steal) whatever is still left kicking around in some orokin derelict or other of Lanius' old research on the medical application of infestation strains bc They Wanna Continue Working On That Shit. Or Other Shit. They never stopped being a scientist. Give them back their data

Alden on the other hand does not wish to touch his old life At All. He gave his life to protect his group of rebels, and maybe to an extent it'd be nice to know that it wasn't all for nothing, but...does it really matter? It has been millenia since then. It doesn't matter if he bought them a day or a year or a decade by doing what he did, they're all long dead and dust and forgotten anyway. He'd rather not dig up details and remember more and find more regrets

Higgins idk if i'll lean into anything with yet but i Did realise that if any records of his human life remained at all then they're likely to be on deimos, so the potential for stuff Is There

[soup-mother]

surely it's not just me who finds those fucking "be nice, I'm in charge of the pills" pins you sometimes see doctors and nurses wearing in pretty bad taste right? like the *point* is a stand against being mistreated by patients but like...yea you are in charge of the pills and can arbitrarily deny care to people, not really sure why that's something to gloat about? like the number of stories especially of black women being totally denied painkillers in hospital and stuff because the nurses were assholes it's like....maybe you can have your snarky pins when you're not in the position to medically torture someone? idk

like you get people rushing to defend it like "you don't know what it's like working in a hospital" but like...i do sure as hell know what it's like being mistreated by medical professionals. I'm not even getting paid to be here. it's kinda fucking evil when you think about it for more than a second.