Hero’s arm reaches out toward Villain, fist clenched. He lands the blow and Villain folds over, arms wrapping around his gut. Hero pulls back and smiles, “Sorry for the low blow. I need you still for this.”
Villain looks up, face twisted with pain as something jabs into his side. He turns quickly to see Sidekick capping a syringe. She smiles at him cruelly.
Pain races through his veins, he doubles over and nearly collapses to the ground in less than a second. “What the hell is that?”
“I’m…not quite sure, to be honest.” Hero says. He squats in front of Villain and tilts his head, “Y’see, Sidekick and I were meeting with Supervillain the other day and she gave us a load of things she’s been cooking up. Some were labeled and some…”
Villain moans in pain and curls into the fetal position. His vision turns white and he cries out.
Hero coos and cups his chin, “Poor thing. How about Sidekick and I take you back to base and wait this out with you?”
“No,” Villain manages, barely above a whisper.
“Not a question.”
Sidekick picks him up, throwing him over her shoulder with a soft grunt. She follows closely behind Hero to the car and throws Villain in the car, not reacting when he shouts in pain.
The drive seems to take forever, Villain can feel every rock in the road, his heart pounds in his chest and it feels like it’s trying to escape the torture. He presses his hand over his heart and feels it pounding, counting the beats.
When the car finally stops, Villain whimpers at the sudden stop of movement. Without being jostled around, the only thing he feels is pain.
The van doors open and Sidekick audibly rolls her eyes before grabbing Villain’s feet and pulling him closer to the end of the cab.
She throws him over her shoulder again and carries him inside before grabbing his wrists and tying them behind his back; as if he could do anything to get away. She drags him to a table and ties him to one of it’s legs.
“Alrighty!” Hero says cheerily. “As soon as that wears off, you let us know and we’ll get started testing out the rest of this stuff.”
The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there
Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation
Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed
Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic
Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals
Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated
Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number
Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath
Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them
Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind
Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.
Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility
Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject
Relistening to the Arkham Knight tapes and tbh if Scarecrow was monologuing to me about how he has his syringe gloves to see his victim's reaction up close and personal, I would kill the mood he's setting up because I'm such a Sloot. Jason wouldn't even need to burst in to get him to back off of me lmao
Scarecrow: How long do you think your mind can last before it shatters from my toxin, especially a direct dose from my hands?
Me: My record on my own is three in a row, but with your voice and my love for Ghouls, I'm gonna say five. As a last request can I choose where you put your fingers in me?
Khare is not an inherently violent person but she will have violent reactions when it comes to certain situations. These involve jumping her from behind (especially trying to get a bag over her head), coming anywhere near her with a needle or jumping out at her while wearing a bear costume. These are guaranteed to get her kicking and biting.
Donnie 2 minutes after Casey's birth about to give him a "healthy dosage" of mutagen cause he doesn't want to "waste resources" (a living being being born and eating)
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Just something from my rendition of the Bad Timeline
This vigil was held outside the UK Houses of Parliament this week.
Each & every person is mourning someone they loved, a son, daughter, mother, father or friend - they were all KILLED by the experimental mRNA injections.
Want to know why people don’t trust you anymore? It’s because you CHOOSE to simply ignore this. You’ve ignored it for 3 years now.
This means you LIE by omission of the truth. On what planet would this not be headline news each day?
We all know why you don’t report this story, it’s because you’re only in employment to serve the interests of the powerful & this is simply an inconvenient truth. These lives lost early & unnecessarily don’t mean anything to them or to you.
People aren’t as stupid as you think they perhaps are, we’ve realised if you don’t cover this headline news, then you almost certainly aren’t reporting the truth on other subjects which align with the objectives of the powerful.
Your viewership & credibility will continue to dwindle to zero, until there’s nothing left of you but a legacy of lies & deceit.
okay so. i had a few lore thoughts about Piccolino and i knew i had to write them down in an ordered manner somewhere. and my mind went "what if you made a fic about it" and i went "okay sure what if I made a fic about it"
and Good Lord Did I Make A Fic About It
in which the staff of Peppino's Pizza is a positively weird found family and a chili pepper goes through Something
TW: unethical experimentation, injection mentions, light existential talk and a first-person POV of a semi-heavy dissociation episode
downside of working in healthcare (aside from all the other obvious downsides, of course) is that sometimes you will see a post on here talking about some fantastical story (usually written to be funny) that happened to someone in a healthcare setting and you're like... "yeah, no, that's not how that works, that's not how any of that works"
Child experimentation TW, Vomiting (minor) TW, Injections/needles TW, Medical TW, Just all around bad stuff :/ You have been warned
- As Judge’s first daughter, Reiju is the first Vinsmoke subjected to the unethical and nonconsensual surgery to remove her emotions and make her into a weapon pliable to his will.
- I don’t doubt Sora attempted to stop this from happening with the event being very traumatic to the young girl, kicking and screaming as she is dragged off to the operation room. (In this way, I can see Reiju having lingering discomfort when being in an operatory theatre even if she can’t remember the night that well as it is blocked from her mind)
- However, after such an invasive surgery, Sora was able to use all the time she could as Reiju recovered to re-teach her emotions, ultimately defeating one purpose of the surgery even after her blonde hair had began streaking pink. Over time, the light would return to Reiju’s blue eyes and seeing that was enough reason for Judge to begin isolating Sora.
- Reiju’s abilities didn’t come in until after even more consecutive tests done on her that while less traumatic and invasive, was still alarming to the little girl. It is under the guise of ‘shots’ that Reiju began developing the powers that’d make her Poison Pink one day. Diluted poison would be injected into her veins, making the girl sick as she hadn’t yet built the immunity to it. Each shot began to grow in intensity as she aged, with the poison increasing in doses and potency. I imagine at some point Reiju became aware of what was happening but could do nothing to disobey in any meaningful way.
- It is after her awareness was made known that Judge threw all pretense out of the way and simply made his daughter consume poisons directly by the cup full, never leaving until every last drop was gone. This constant exposure and awakening of her ability to both absorb and inject the toxins she took in eventually took on a pleasurable sensation like one would when stuffing themselves with food, a full feeling that disgusted her more than anything early on when she noticed the change.
- Eventually she would reach her maximum potential and even then, her sessions wouldn’t be stopped until she was well and truly driven sick from the toxins flooding her senses. Only after she’d begin to vomit would Judge allow her a break and it is after that she’d thankfully be given longer breaks between when she’d need to ‘top up’ before a long mission for Germa’s sake.
a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot
08. strength : how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ?
Answered here!
11. justice : does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ?
Honestly? Yes. Having been through some downright horrible situations, what might have been uncomfortable or frightening in the past doesn't phase her quite so much anymore. A stranger yelling in her face and calling her all the names under the sun rolls off like water off a duck's back, Khare not really taking it to heart. He's just having a bad day and is venting off steam, no big deal. Passive aggressive insults and snide remarks? Whatever. Even if she does catch onto the hidden (or not so hidden) jabs, it's hard to get upset over it when she's got bigger things to worry about. She can look at both sides of an argument and weight them up impartially, though she'll likely be inclined to favour somebody she's closer to or likes more simply because hey, that's what most people do, right?