#medical experimentation cw

[lilyoffandoms]

Time & Again (Blades)

A gift for @saibug1022 from @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (art exchange) featuring Salem’s MC, Asterin. Implied or referenced relationships: Asterin x Tyril; Asterin x Mal; Asterin x Aerin; Tyril x Mal. (So yes, that ask was from Thia but on my behalf hehe).

Warnings & A/N: This fic deals with canon compliant kindnapping, torture, and trauma. It also features medical torture and experimentation, compliant with this fic by Salem. ~3200 words

[Huge thanks to my proof-readers. Any mistakes are mine not their’s. There is only so much you can get me to edit haha.]

A bright, unnatural light overhead.

Thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the room.

Gleaming scalpels and saws reflecting that light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have clung to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

They are only snatches of memories, glimpses really, he can’t call them anything else. Nightmares maybe? For those bits of memory, visions, reality - he doesn’t know - what he does know is they are the only things to fill his waking dreams and haunt his sleepless nights.

He wants to close his eyes to escape but she waits for him on the other side. There is no escape and yet he succumbs to sleep where he is met with exactly what he feared he would find. What he always finds.

He’s not sure what is real and what blanks his mind is simply filling in to try and cope with the trauma. But he knows one thing-

She stands over him.

That’s how it always starts. Her over his prone, scared and beaten body.

At first she simply looks him over, taking notes here and there in the eerie quiet of the laboratory. Weeks, days, hours later - he doesn’t know - her examinations turn to poking and prodding. Measurements taken and written down in the margins of a parchment she keeps referring back to.

The feeling of emptiness is all that fills him.

He is alone.

So very alone.

The feeling that comes next - weeks, days, hours later - drowns out that emptiness. That dread is replaced by a deeper, more excruciating one.

The pain is all that fills him.

He is reminded he is not alone.

So very much not alone.

He jerks awake in the warm night of the Deadwood. It’s as dark as his memories. He watches Mal stoke the fire before Tyril throws another branch on.

“Do you think he remembers more than he’s telling us?” Mal whispers as Tyril takes a seat beside him on the cooling ground and wraps his arms around the rogue.

Asterin closes his eyes again and listens.

“You believe he would keep vital information from us?”

“No. No. Not like that sort. He said he was experimented on but doesn’t remember much,” Mal trails off as Tyril nods his head in understanding.

“It is possible.”

“Why won’t he talk to us about it?”

“He will when he is ready. Until then, we wait and offer what support we can.”

“Maybe I should go talk to him?”

She stands over him.

He’s back on that cold, metal table. He watches as she picks up a blunt ended scissors. He feels the cold metal on his skin as she slips it around the hem of his shirt and works her way up.

It is an out of place sound in so quiet a room. The tear of threads and the rhythmic click of the blades meeting as they get closer and closer to his neck.

He holds desperately still, not a single breath taken until she slips his tunic open and sets the scissors aside.

Weeks, days, hours later, who can say, his eyes fall closed and he reminds himself to breathe.

Breathe.

And he does, until that very breath is stolen from his lungs as he opens his eyes and finds her watching him. Her gaze is steady, cold, empty. Her face is the same mask until the smallest of grins tugs at her lips and her gaze turns bright and a unearthly fire lights her eyes in wicked mockery of his fear.

He jolts to the surface and sucks in a deep, cleansing breath of air as he swims through the murky water to the shoreline, crowded thick with all manner of lush, verdant life.

“Asterin!”

The cry greets him before he sees two sets of boots wade into the water to help pull him to shore. He waits, bent over, for his heart to calm down as Imtura stands beside him, on guard and at the ready. Tyril kneels down beside him in the mud and tilts his face up.

“Are you okay, Asterin?”

It’s a soft question.

He shakes his head, and the bad memories from him, and stands up as Mal calls out.

“Where’s Nia?”

She stands over him.

She picks up a needle and plunges it unceremoniously into his arm. He grits his teeth as she digs around until she finds a vein. She works methodically to attach a tube to it and he can only watch in horror as his blood drains from his body.

“It will help,” she says cooly.

“With what? Dying?” he quips.

“With what is to come next for you Realm-Walker.”

Her all-too-pleased grin is the last thing he sees before his body protects him and he passes out.

Weeks, days, hours later, he is awake and wishes he was not. The light is far too bright for his eyes and his mind swims as he struggles to move his head and regain his bearings.

Everything hurts and he is alone.

So very alone.

And yet he knows she’s there.

Not so very alone.

He can hear the quill scrap across the parchment, her gentle breathing, the lower murmur of many voices somewhere in the distance. Even the obsessive silence is loud.

She looks up as he groans at the pain his movements cost him and scowls at him before turning her attention back to her notes.

He starts as his hand falls on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Asterin. Breathe.“

He turns slowly to face the person speaking to him, a part of him fearing the face won’t match the voice. But he finds he can breathe when that unsure smirk greets him.

“Aerin?”

“I’m right here.”

He shakes the already fleeting feelings of dread that cling to him but he can’t shake that all-consuming, bone-numbing fear he seems to carry with him now wherever he goes. He can’t shake the memory of her cold, calculating eyes, or the chill that runs down his spine upon remembering her smile.

mmm

The people of Riverbend draw his attention back and he smiles the same smile he has practiced since returning to this realm. What was it? Weeks, days, hours ago?

He doesn’t remember that much, only happiness. Bliss found them tucked between sheets as smooth, unscathed hands ran up his back. Stars, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him in a few words, hastily scrawled on a piece of paper abandoned. Like him.

She stands over him.

It was as if he was no longer in his body but floating above it as he watches her hesitate but a moment before making the first incision starting near the left shoulder and working down to the end of the breastbone. He watches as she methodically repeats that same incision from his right shoulder before continuing down from the sternum, around his navel, until she pulls the scalpel from him and sets it aside.

He watches in horrified fascination as she moves aside tubes and casts another spell over him lulling him deeper into the strange inbetween world he’s found himself in.

The inbetween?

No, that can’t be right. The Watcher would be here then. No, this is some other-worldly space that is meant just for him. A trap just for his mind. Another trick she has played on him to confuse his already rapidly fraying sense of reality.

He turns back to the scene before him. It is a deeper cut than it feels, he thinks to himself.

She peels his skin back, as nonchalantly as if she were peeling an orange, and takes notes before reaching for a bone saw.

He reaches for her, desperate to stop what he knows will happen, but his hands reach blindly and fall through her as if she were not there.

She smiles knowingly and looks up to meet his eyes, seemingly knowing his consciousness is still there even as his body lays trapped, asleep.

Asleep. I’m only asleep, he reasons. But he knows that’s not true. That was a conversation from another time. Not now.

“It won’t hurt,” she says, bringing him back to the now, or then, or will be. Hells, he’s not even sure anymore.

He looks at her through tear-stained eyes.

“Why?” she asks as if reading his mind. “Because I’m curious.”

The widening grin is maddening and chills him to his core as he closes his eyes and listens to the sound of metal sawing through bone in the vast emptiness of the Shadow realm.

He is thrust back into another world as a dull humming sounds from copper pipes above them.

“We need to find a way out of here.”

He looks around wildly. Desperately trying to gain a hint as to where they are. He feels like he’s reeling, falling into some endless abyss until warm brown eyes meet his.

“Asterin?” Mal asks.

The dwarvish dungeons well beneath the subterranean city of Zaradun. He breathes. He’s here, not there. That is something at least.

“I got an idea. You with me, kit?”

He doesn’t remember that much, a tight swallow and a slight nod is all he is capable of until chapped lips meet his and he melts into the kiss. Bliss found them wrapped in each others arms. Nimble fingers teasing the fabric of his shirt. Warmth, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

Beating heart cupped in one hand as she moves the left lobe of his lung further to the side with the heart, to look deeper into the gapping cavity that is - was - his chest.

Huh, there is not as much blood as he would have expected.

“I stemmed the flow,” she says not looking up from her examination and probing deeper.

“What?”

“There is not much blood because I stemmed the flow. Makes it easier for me.”

He looks at her, she is almost giddy with excitement. It’s such a stark contrast to his own emotion. He looks back to his prone body, strapped to the table. Deathly still.

This isn’t real.

“If you say so,” she chuckles and tucks his heart back in place before turning to a scribe sitting in the corner.

“Chest contains the usual. The heart is within normal size for his species and in typical condition for an elf of his age. Lungs are supple and a healthy pink. Nothing of note in the upper cavity.”

She pauses and glances back at him.

“Moving on to the lower abdominal cavity.”

His wide eyes watch her every move.

“What are you looking f-“

“Whatever I please,” she says and looks down on his body as she brushes a stray hair back from his face with a bloody hand. He feels his blood on his scars as she traces one and then another near his eye. It’s warm still, slick. He can smell iron in the air.

He shouldn’t feel it but he does. He knows it’s real and he flinches as she caresses his cheek.

“No!”

His scream draws all their attention to him as they sit at a tiny, scared table. They all look up from their meager dinner plates to him.

“Asterin?”

He’s pale and shaking. He can feel it.

“I’m fine. There is nothing wrong with me,” he mumbles as he brushes Tyril’s hand from his arm and stares daggers into the violet eyes across the table from him.

“Dinvalir,” Tyril leans in and whispers, “that is not true.”

The creature of his nightmares stares back at him with a playful smile on her face.

“I can assure you there is nothing wrong with him. I checked. Thoroughly,,” she says in Tyril’s direction but her gaze remains fixed on Asterin.

“And just what does that mean?” Mal’s hard voice asks.

He narrows his eyes at Valax as he jumps up. Chair legs scrapping harshly against the floor and making Asterin flinch.

“Let’s just eat,” Asterin cuts off any further conversation.

He doesn’t remember that much, only Tyril’s firm, yet gentle, voice in his ear. Bliss found them in their own world of whispered comforts for a moment. Calmness, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

He’s sputtering on the bank of a river, coughing up water. The rain a deluge around them, watering long dead trees and parched ground. The sky, darker than is natural, adds to the oppressive nature of the realm.

“You saved me?”

It’s half statement, half question, and he is utterly and entirely confused.

“Your light-realm witch made sure I could do no other,” Valax crosses her arms.

“Of course.”

He would thank her but the pain that radiates from his chest stops him from such foolish behavior. After all, the water he is coughing up is from lungs she held, while the bones she cut from his body shield the heart she could have crushed in her hands.

She deserves no such kindness from him for she has shown him none.

“If you are quite through, we should find shelter,” she states and is walking away from him before he can respond.

He stands reluctantly and thinks over his nonexistent options. He does not want to follow her but neither of them have a choice right now. His body screams at him to run but she will find him. She is bound to him.

His worst nightmare, ever present, made hauntingly real. If he thought he could escape it - escape her - before, well he sure as hells can’t escape it now. Nia saw to that.

Does Nia even realize what she has done? Does she understand the re-lived pain she is inflicting on him by binding him to his kidnapper, his torturer. Logically he knows Nia was only trying to protect him, protect them all, but he can barely breathe with the thought of Valax, much less the reality of what he is subjected to now.

The cave is cold but dry and higher than any flash flooding could reach. He follows her in and stands warily off to the side, near enough the entrance to escape if she should turn on him.

“We should build a fire.”

“I suppose you should,” he states, aiming for her nonchalant coolness.

She glares at him and time stretches into eternity. He won’t give her the pleasure of looking away from her no matter what nightmares he sees fresh in the depths of her dangerous eyes. She relents before his resolve crumples and soon enough a fire is lit before them. Small but enough to keep them warm.

She sits down beside it and watches him over the flames.

“You should rest. I’ll keep first watch.”

His laugh is a bitter thing echoing off the high walls.

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be a fool. I require little sleep. You do.”

“Did my vivisection tell you that?”

He could almost fool himself into believing there is a flash of regret in her eyes but then again, fire plays dangerous tricks with those that believe it’s warmth will not burn.

“Your mortality does,” she murmurs into the flames.

He watches her a moment longer before settling down on the opposite side of the fire. Leary but exhausted enough to not care.

They watch each other for weeks, days, hours, he’s not sure. But they simply sit there for what could be eternity or mere seconds.

“Don’t look at me like that!” he finally snaps.

He doesn’t like what he sees with her eyes lit by and within from fire. There is something primordial, predatory, primal in the dark emptiness there.

“Like what?” she demands in turn.

“Like there is more you haven’t cut from me, more you haven’t discovered.”

“You think I’ve not exhausted all my options with you, day-walker?” she spits.

He feeezes a moment at her words, her tone, the shifting of her shoulders as if she is only barely holding herself back from ripping into him anew.

“I don’t care. Just don’t look at me like that.”

“What would you have me look at? There is not much here beside you and me.”

“Look at the fire then.”

“Fine,” she says and does as she was told.

Weeks, days, hours later he finds his eyes drooping with the weight of too many sleepless nights. Running from a demon that he can’t fight. A demon that now lies in wait, biding its precious time, before him.

“Talk to me,” he says.

“What.”

“You heard me.”

“What would you have me talk about?”

“I don’t care.”

He listens to her voice, asking occasional questions to keep her talking. She asks questions of her own which he answers cautiously.

He just needs to stay awake or at the very least know where she is by the sound of her voice. He cannot risk sleep with her here.

Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t….

She stands over him.

“Seems there was more to discover about you after all,” she smirks.

He’s on his feet before she can move and he’s backed away from her, realizing too late that he is trapped between her standing in the mouth of the cave and the wall behind his back.

She watches him look around wildly for a moment before he has his sword in hand. She rolls her eyes at him and turns away.

“I hear your friends.”

“You do?”

The tip of his sword drops slightly until she takes a step towards him and he levels it at her in warning as he strains to listen.

Sure enough, he hears the telltale sounds of Mal and Tyril bickering and Imtura egging them on while Nia yells at them to shut up.

He smiles and gestures for Valax to continue on out of their shelter.

The earth is just as parched as it was the day before. Smooth dried mud cakes the ground and is already splitting, cracking, peeling away from the ground. There is no smell of fresh rain, only decay. It is nearly enough to break him until hope springs in his heart at the sight of them.

Soon he is wrapped in Mal and Tyril’s arms and he can’t help the choked sob that escapes him as he sinks into their embrace. He takes a deep breath. He is warm and safe.

“You came,” he whispers.

Joy leaps in his heart as they cling to him tighter in answer.

“You came for me.”

She stands over him.

“There is nothing here!” she fumes.

It’s a shout of disappointment. Anger. Frustration.

“Princess?” the scribe asks.

“Lower cavity shows nothing unusual. All organs are accounted for, healthy and normal. Nothing to explain,” she glances down, “him.”

He blinks a few times until she is in focus. He’s on his back on the same hard metal table. A bright, unnatural light hangs overhead.

The same thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the surrounding room.

She continues to look down at him, into his glazed over eyes, as she closes him back up.

The needle she uses to sew him up reflects the light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have been clinging to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

“I will learn your secrets. You will beg to tell me them before the end.”

How long has it been? Weeks, days, hours - he doesn’t know any more. Doesn’t know if he ever did.

But he’s alone.

So very alone.

And no one came for him.

#playchoices #choices blades #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow #content warnings #blood cw #medical experimentation cw #kidnapping cw #torture cw #trauma cw #art exchange #my drabble

[skateironicallycantskate]

me when anything medical related

#me when human experimentation. me when medical malpractice #okay well I guess flowers for algernon wasn’t malpractice but it was still experimentation so #text post #ghost and pals #flowers for algernon #danganronpa #hajime hinata #my hero academia #oboro shirakumo #danganronpa spoilers #mha spoilers #cw: blood #<- a little

[redd956]

More (More) Medical Whump

CW: More graphic or upsetting discription then usual, munschasen, medical nitty-gritty stuff, violence, non-con touching, dehumanization, creepy whumper

A whumper who knows what they’re doing, or is familiar with the medical equipment/process. Either they’re a doctor themselves, or gained the know-how one way or another in the past. (I use this whumper so often in my stories)

Whumpee being strapped down on a table, bed, or chair so whumper could do their work easier

Measuring whumpee. Whumper pulling as tightly as they want, even around whumpee’s neck. Why are they measuring? Whumpee could only fear or anticipate what is in store

Tracing sharp medical equipment along whumpee’s skin, or threatening whumpee with it

Forcing whumpee to pick an injection, refusing to tell them the side effects. Is it a sedative, paralyzer, pain inducing?

Whumper looming over whumpee before they lose consciousness, mumbling to them whatever they’re planning

Whumper’s identity hidden from whumpee via masks and more

Whumpee being munschasened

Whumper disguising themselves as Whumpee’s caretaker

Researching whumpee, checking their vitals constantly, watching their every move, and monitoring their behavior

Drawing whumpee’s blood to analyze it

Dehumanizing whumpee as a marvel, an experiment, something to research

Telling whumpee about all their medical imperfections, ingraining dysphoria into their minds

Obessing over whumpee’s behaviors. Whumper is writing everything down. Whumpee can’t help it, they want to know what whumper’s pen is constantly etching about. It’s driving them insane. Every action prompts another line. Whumpee is growing anxious about doing anything.

Whumper cautiously lifting a lethargic whumpee (Bridal Carry?!), moving their arms for them carefully, meeting their necessities medical or not. Whumpee can’t tell if they can trust them or not.

#whump #whump prompts #cw dehumization #dehumanization #medical whump #cw violence #creepy whumper #whumper #medic whumper #doctor whumper #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompt list #cw medical #cw noncon touching #cw noncon #graphic description #whump experiment #whump experimentation #experimentation whump #experiment whump #experiment whumpee #dehumanization whump #cw dehumanization #captivity whump #cw captivity

[fictionkinfessions]

yknow what, i dont feel bad for all the scientists and security guards that died during the rescas that were active in bio, xenobio and biochem. thats what you get for flying too close to the sun with all your “experiments”.

what was the scientific value behind torturing a poor child that has just lost their entire homeworld, huh? what was the point of separating that child from their companion, the ONLY other thing left from their homeworld, within hours of discovering them? what was the point of stuffing that child in a cell in the darkest pit of black mesa, with barely enough space to even fit one person, and chain them to the floor? of repeatedly cutting off limbs just to see if they come back, to repeatedly take blood, flesh and bone to see what composition they had, to electrocute them, and then to kill them during experiments when you figured out they’d come back? what was the scientific value behind all that?

sometimes ill fall asleep and dream of that dark cell. sometimes i dream of the comparatively blinding lights of the test chamber in xenobio. sometimes i see the faces of the same scientists that put me through hell in my dreams. sometimes i hear them call me by the test subject ID black mesa gave me in my dreams. sometimes i get phantom pain where the ID tag used to be, where i ripped it out of my ear within a week of being outside of black mesa. its been several lifetimes and it still sticks.

the worst part is knowing im not the only one. they put bubby through a similar kind of hell, i know that. they put hundreds of creature with varying degrees of sentience through similar shit to what bubby and i had to deal with.

so yeah, i dont feel bad for all those people that died during the rescas that worked in those departments. i dont feel bad for any single scientist or security guard or soldier that the science team shot on the way out when we passed through that sector.

-benrey

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #benreykin #hlvraikin #prevabuse #child abuse cw #torture cw #experimentation cw #gore cw #medical abuse cw #amputation cw #electrocution cw #blood cw #mod party cat #death cw

[pikakarp89]

quazies blu medic design cured my art block hes so freaky looking/pos

#tf2 #lil pootis #blu medic #art tag #tf2 medic #this was highly experimental and my first time using blending brushes so if it looks weird thats why #cw needles #cw eye contact

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Spotting your coworker at a bar on the rare nights that you have free can be…something-

Aka Shinya notices the head researcher having a drink at the hq's resident nightclub and bar and has several feelings and thoughts (rather drunk ones at that /lh)

As the result of the poll suggested neon souls! Here is neon souls!

#cw alcohol #bnha #best jeanist #edgeshot #edgejeanist #kamihara shinya #hakamada tsunagu #neon souls au #eclair's art #eclair's aus #they havent gotten to know each other yet in this #all shinya knows is that tsunagu is his superior in the experimental research department #and vice versa for tsunagu and shinya being the head of the medical research department #yes i used this as an excuse to draw their glowy beverages #holographic jewellery too

[cyberneticasset]

A vivisection of ME

Done by GOD for all to see

(Don't remember it, don't return to it)

Another warmup 🥰

Lyrics / Inspo from “Honey, I’m Home” by Ghost + Pals

I need new paints— All acrylic!

#definitely gonna do this digitally #after I finish Rumlow #anarchy’s art #winter soldier #medical #tw #cw #medical torture #medical horror #medical experimentation #medical trauma #vivisection #hydra trash party #htp #<- blocking #whump #whump art #scars #scarring #painting #body horror #horror #bruise #bruising #fanart #gore #blood #whump tropes #med whump

[morebedsidebooks]

Poison Ivy #19-21

Checking in with the Poison Ivy comic series again, we’ve reached a set of trio issues #19-21 forming “Origin of Species”. This writer G. Willow Wilson’s efforts in marrying together the contributions by many creatives over decades who have taken on the matter of Poison Ivy’s origins. Which if that sounds ambitious, you’d be right.

In media Ivy’s origins have often been recounted either by others or herself. However, because of the developments that led here in previous issues, this secret origin is too for all ones knows a last testament. With that frame dare readers hope for a more sapient, innermost version?

To begin issue #19 sees Pamela Isley off to a Seattle university as an undergraduate in a plant biochemistry program fatefully headed by Dr. Jason Woodrue. Wanting to best her peers (leading botanists Alec and Linda Holland plus Philip Sylvain), entranced both by the work and Woodrue, falling for a sexual relationship with him among other manipulations. When the next round of funding for the experiments runs out, Pam makes her first foray into crime.

Next for issue #20, as things with Pam and Woodrue continue to escalate, Wilson once more does not forget a relatively recent character in the schemes of things… Bella Garten.

Her last appearance to this in a flashback in #2, it’s been several issues. So, let’s take a minute to discuss Bella.

As a fellow student and love interest, specializing in botany and genetics going on to earn a doctorate, Bella Garten or the The Gardener as she would become first appeared in Batman #107 in 2021 creation of writer James Tynion IV. Plus, part of the thread of story involving Poison Ivy during the Fear State event and into the past. The one-shot Batman Secret Files: The Gardener (written by Tynion and art by Christian Ward) was also included in the first collected edition of Poison Ivy. However, the file, another secret origin comic is less about Bella Garten and more an attempt to appeal to Batman to help Ivy (around the Tom King Everyone Loves Ivy period) running through decades of Ivy’s character (with adjustments). Part of the history there exposed, particularly certain actions of Gardener, is uncomfortably weird.

Yet again an example of major violation done to Ivy by someone she trusted. The revelation resulting in a short confrontation between the two in Fear State Omega. (The issue also marking the end of Tynion’s Batman run with Art: Riccardo Federici, Christian Duce, Ryan Benjamin, Guillem March & Trevor Hairsine, Colorist: Chris Sotomayor and Letterer: Clayton Cowles). Where Ivy is having none of the presented defense.

In sum a character that functions more as a plot point, another retcon while trying to put it all (back) together. Yet, coherency that has been needed. Despite the American superhero genre (in)famously being one where seemingly everything and nothing is canon, something still important. So too, the first ongoing series for Poison Ivy not just ought to but, does endeavor to plumb over 50 years of a character’s existence. While bringing what each creative uniquely can. It’s worth asking then if Bella is made more too under Willow’s writing.

Wrapping up casting Ivy’s mind back, issue #21 arrives at the full Poison Ivy. Once again, becoming a human experiment (volunteering!) and transformation. An old life lost, the new leading to Gotham— yet for a unique green reason.

As a woman with growing abilities, confidence in using them, the law is just an obstacle to justice. But of course, conflict and differences plus mistrust with Batman result with Ivy in and out of the terrible Arkham Asylum. This would be the early pre-Harley days too, even though the Ivy costume calls back to the influential BTAS.

Then what can I say about the art I’ve haven’t already in other reviews. Jessica Fong continues to deliver pretty and pretty gross (body) horror main covers. (On the latter it took a while to prepare myself to read the previous issue #18. Though it’s not shocking that bodily autonomy, something Ivy’s origins raise too, makes the list of also current matters the series depicts.)

Marcio Takara definitely has set a bar as the main artist for the series. I wish he was drawing every issue. Though nothing against the other artists who have so far done so. It’s just that I generally wish for a creative team to be able to remain consistent through a run. I’ve praised colorist Arif Prianto consistently too. On the other hand, since these installments are Ivy believing she’s dying and mired in her distant past, I’m surprised there isn’t more of a difference exhibited of that. Why not really experiment with the paneling, designs, and color palette. Just as key the letterer Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou can switch things up to good effect. Actually, if part of the team working on Poison Ivy had to change briefly maybe here was where to do that instead.

In the end these issues of the comic series offer an origin stressing the choices and chances. A Poison Ivy that refutes being pathologized, focuses less on victimization, and more of her own creation and missteps along the way. It’s interesting too, if not still poignant, to look back to the first few issues of Poison Ivy. In soon coming up on two years, the series has issue by issue after issue grown and been recognized as an Outstanding Comic Book by GLAAD. After reflecting on a new(ish) past it continues forward.

#poison ivy #dc comics #G Willow Wilson #Marcio Takara #Arif Prianto #Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou #Jessica Fong #long post #cw: toxic relationship verbal abuse medical experimentation forced institutionalization

[aceparagoned]

In reference to this post I made about a couple of weeks ago, I'd like to go further into depth of how Hikaru's Crux was studied. In this headcanon, please be mindful of the following content warnings: child abuse, torture in a medical setting, and the ethics surrounding human experimentation in the name of "science."

When Hikaru was born and her Crux was discovered, scientists were intrigued on how this particular human could have developed another organ in the womb when her own mother, Katsumi, didn't have one. During Katsumi's entire pregnancy, the additional organ was discovered during routine ultrasounds, but there were discussions into the ethics of testing on an unborn fetus that could lead to Katsumi possibly miscarrying. Not just that, but Tamotsu, Hikaru's father, objected to the point of practically almost getting arrested for threatening to hurt the scientists that wanted to experiment on his wife and unborn daughter.

So, they held off until Hikaru was born so as to carry out their experiments when the Crux was fully developed.

This wasn't met without a great deal of resistance from not just Katsumi, but Hikaru's father, Tamotsu. The both of them vehemently argued to not test their daughter at all, thinking that she deserved so much more than being nothing more than something to gawk at because of being born with something else that no one else, at the time, possessed. For at least five years, Hikaru was able to grow up in a happy family until she was voluntarily given up to participate in the PIPE's training program in an attempt to turn the tides of war. They only gave her up on the promise that no experiments would be carried out on her because of her Crux.

The PIPE, desperate to continue living instead of losing the war against the Gnocem, promised they did. However, promises can be broken and it's one of the PIPE's horrible secrets that they've kept under lock and key this entire time.

See, after Hikaru had been given up by her parents, things were okay for a time. She was properly cared for, treated with respect, and told that things were going to be okay. That was, until, the same scientists who were intrigued when she was still in her mother's womb arrived and brokered a deal with the PIPE: they can test on her all they wanted if it'd produced the results they were looking for and that was to be humanity's weapon in the fight against the Gnocem. The deal was agreed upon and this is where things had taken a turn for the worst for Hikaru, who still was a child at this point.

At first, the experimentation wasn't that bad. Just a few shots and blood tests, really. But when that didn't reveal anything regarding the capabilities of Hikaru's Crux, they had to get "creative" with their testing and by being "creative", they resorted to procedures where sights like these [CW: needles in image] were unfortunately common practice with Hikaru strapped to a cold, metal surgical table and pleading for them to stop hurting her and that she was sorry for whatever she did to deserve this punishment.

Sadly, her pleas fell on deaf ears because it went so much further than just injecting her with multiple drugs. They wanted to see how she'd be able to heal and how much pain she could withstand. So, they went through with not just stabbing and lacerating her, but full on maiming by shooting her through her hands and feet. Again, her cries for mercy went ignored. However, these extreme methods of testing her endurance and pain tolerance finally paid off during her training regimen that she was still expected to go through. They ultimately made her stronger, and in their eyes fortunately able to withstand much more in terms of increased training.

Yet, no one thought about how she was still just a child. During these experiments and training, they slowly whittled away the bright and happy girl that started on this because she was promised that she was gonna be a hero and save the day! How could a child resist that? The PIPE and the scientists kept on saying that this was all in the name of making her a hero, like they promised she'd be.

Was being a hero worth all this pain and misery, though? That was one of Hikaru's many thoughts while she was in her room, quietly sobbing into her pillow at night until she finally was able to sleep, having passed out from the pain and discomfort she was in. Hikaru also learned that no matter how many times she cried or apologized, they'd still carry out the experiments on her, so eventually she'd just lie there and take it, trying to not make a single noise for fear that it'd only ramp up the experiments' intensity on her.

And the way that she was rewarded for this? They simply gave her treats, which were one of her only comforts. She couldn't contact her parents to tell them what was going on and the reports that they received told them that Hikaru was being well taken care of and was happy. Nothing was wrong in their eyes, even as they kept on forgetting the most important aspect of this whole matter: Hikaru was still a child. Yet, if it produced results such as giving them little victories here and there on the war, so be it — they would continue this extreme training regimen and keep on lying to her parents that she was being treated the way that they had promised. To this day, they still don't know what sort of hell their own daughter has been through and Hikaru doesn't want to upset them by telling them the truth, either, because of how these experiments gave them the stability that they have today.

As Hikaru grew up and became more powerful (along with being broken down and molded back into what the PIPE wanted of her), the experiments eventually ceased altogether, but this gave her a lasting fear of anything medical because of the hell she was put through. As previously mentioned, Hikaru is very critical of others tending to her injuries that she sustains in fights since she'd rather be the one to patch herself up because she doesn't trust anyone else to do it. Those in the medbay only admonish her for getting hurt for the umpteenth time and don't have any sympathy for her, no matter how grievous the injury really is. So, she'll often be by herself, dressing her own wounds while trying to stifle her sounds of discomfort however possible. This behavior of hers is still prevalent to this day because of how deep seated her own fear of anything medical is concerned — all because the PIPE saw her as nothing more than a weapon instead of a human being.

As far as anyone's concerned, the PIPE is heralded as this pillar of strength and hope, but no one publicly knows just what it took to get there. It's still classified information that only those who are higher up the food chain are privy to and have sworn to never reveal to the public the atrocities they committed to attain the semblance of peace that they have today. Anyone who tries to speak up about the human rights abuses they committed is silenced, never to be seen nor heard from again.

To Watanabe and others, the PIPE is nothing more than a shining beacon of peace and prosperity in the world and nothing shall ever taint that pristine image that they've cultivated for themselves all these years.

#☆ HEADCANONS → these are layers to you; to your heart. let others see who you are within; let your walls down for now. #☆ META → classified information on the world and the force that declared war on the Earth. #child abuse cw #human experimentation cw #human rights abuse cw #torture cw #medical cw #( ASK TO TAG. ) #*ooc: please let me know if I missed anything to tag here! I always value your comfort first and foremost #the PIPE isn't as virtuous as they try to appear as and they have PLENTY of skeletons hidden in the closet that they don't want others to #know about #and Hikaru herself is too broken by what they did to her to speak out against them — especially when she knows that people can enjoy life #now at the cost of her own childhood being robbed from her

[th3swarm]

Okay okay but u have to tell me abt the brainwashing Rollercoaster like u can't just throw out that pair of words n not elaborate

YOU DONT KNOW ABOUT THE SMILER OHHHH MY GODDD !!!!! MY FIRST BIG COASTER ?? THE ONE WHOS BACKSTORY GOT ME INTO ROLLERCOASTERS IN THE FIRST PLACE ?? THE RECORD HOLDER FOR INVERSIONS ???? I KNOW YOURE AMERICAN AND NOT SOMEONE WHO SUPER LIKES THEME PARKS BUT OH MY GOD HANG ON I NEED PICTURES

brainwashing and experimentation/medical stuff under the cut

[all my photography, apart from first and last, first is official i think ? i hope and the last one was taken by my irl friend who isnt on tumblr]

PHOTOS DONT DO IT JUSTICE OK ITS OVER A KILOMETER OF TRACK IN A VERY SMALL SPACE ITS SO MUCH BIGGER THAN IT LOOKS IN PICTURES. PICTURE 3 FOR SCALE ITS HUGE I PROMISE. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGOZL0cftQ8] VIDEOS ARE BETTER FOR SCALE AND FOR THE SOUNDTRACK (AGAIN. ITS MUCH LOUDER IRL, YOU CANT HEAR ANYTHING ELSE AS YOU WALK INTO THE AREA) . ITS FAR BETTER WITH THE SOUNDTRACK BECAUSE THERES ONLY SO MUCH THEMING YOU CAN CONVEY WITH JUST THE COASTER ITSELF . AND THE SCREEN ITS SUPER COOL, ESPECIALLY IN THE DARK OHH MY GOD I WENT IN THE DARK AND THE PISSING RAIN LAST HALLOWEEN IT WAS AMAZING, THERES ALMOST NO LIGHTS IN X-SECTOR THEY JUST HAVE THE SCREEN ITS ABSOLUTELY BLINDING

CW APPLIES HERE DOWNWARDS

ANYWAY THE BRAINWASHING PART IS THE BACKSTORY. WHICH IM NOT VERY GOOD AT WRITING OUT AT 2AM BECAUSE ITS VERY VAUGE ON PURPOSE TO BE INTRIGUING OR SOMETHING BUT BASICALLY IT BRAINWASHES PEOPLE ! MIND CONTROL UNDER THE GUISE OF MAKING YOU HAPPY! that subgenre of horror !!! theres also a computer controlling the whole thing which is the giant circle screen in the middle of all this !

there was also a scare maze aligning with the lore side of it when in opened in 2013 ! it was themed around being the hospital/facility where they did experiments to figure out how to best (??) do the brainwashing in the first place ! ive never done a scare maze im so glad they stopped doing that one because id probably go in there going "yay! smiler maze!" and then cry or something .

#TUMBLR MADE THE CUT WEIRD IT SHORTENS LONG POSTS SO I HAD TO DO IT WEIRD IM SORRY #do not google this ride ever btw people are literally evil about it #i love ur asks thank you for enabling my rambling :sob: #i have this infodump locked and loaded at all times to anyone who expresses any interest in it at all to me <3 #also dear any towers mutuals im very sorry for badly summarising the lore . i did not want to go and check everything to make sure i was ri #-right because its 2 in the morning . heart eyes emoji #keters stuff #towers stuff #ask #skullz-online #i dont know why i did most of this in block caps and then changed my mind at the end #block caps doesnt feel appropriate for that . idk #anyway YEAHHH FAV COASTER . #i am abolutely biased because yeah OBJECTIVELY shambhala is better and probably so is nemesis . but no this is my fav one . #im not brave enough to put this in the tags x hope you enjoy my 2am rant #brainwashing cw #medical cw #experimentation cw #hospital cw #??? is that everything #ask to tag #cool mutual tag

[falderaletcetera]

so like. picturing a vampire lore that respects the fact that opening a hole in the neck is a great way for your favourite food not to survive until the next meal, right. so they do careful little bites in carefully chosen places, chaste (or otherwise) fangéd kisses to the insides of elbows, etc etc

and I'm picturing this purely because of how fucking funny it would be to be swept up by a predatory vampire who goes immediately from implied threat and suave charm to "I can't find your veins are you alright?? are you dehydrated? DYING? what do you mean doctors normally take blood through your hand I'm not going to bite your hand, all the bones make that a sensory nightmare, stay here, I'm getting you a fizzy drink, keep making a fist—"

#vampires #medical stuff #don't mind me #it's within the realm of possibility that I'm fitting in some extra hydration that isn't going to help but that's okay #the real tragedy is I'm gonna have to wait until after to have experimental baked french toast #blood cw #cw blood #needle cw #cw needle

[modern-day-kleavor]

Selfie with my latest work!! :333 I can't actually show my work because I'll get flagged, so you just get the legs haha

#don't mind the bruising #<3<3<3 #tw blood #cw slight gore #cw slight blood #cw implied death #cw bruising #tw bruises #tw implied experimentation #tw implied organ harvesting #tw organ harvesting #tw implied abduction #tw implied gore #tw implied torture #tw implied death #tw implied kidnapping #tw implied murder #tw vivisection #tw surgery without anesthetic #tw medical procedure #tw restraints #whump art #hehe<3 #let me know if I missed any tw tags!!!!

[earth-6677]

Sing, Oh Goddess

In this chapter, Michael tells Peggy about the incident that forced him and the Invaders to go rogue. On the other side of Los Angeles, Emily battles the Zero Matter in Dottie with some unlikely allies. In the past we encounter a figure who will haunt Earth-6677 for generations.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40561089/chapters/125524780

#mcu fanfic #agent carter #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #peggy carter #agent carter fanfiction #michael carter #michael carter mcu #brian falsworth #emily gower #roger aubrey #the invaders #dottie underwood #lot of content warnings for this one #body horror cw #imprisonment #kidnapping #medical experimentation #blood #gore #cannibalism #possession #loss of control

[fictionkinfessions]

To Knives and Legato:

What happened to the plants is cruel and unjust, that goes without much argument, but plotting the genocide of the entire human race, kidnapping and forcing Vash to impregnate what plants were in his position as well as attempting to kill him when he wasn’t willing to cooperate, the myriad counts of psychological and physical torture, the genetic modification and experimentation, and, you know, the mass murder of countless humans aren’t really the “right thing to do”. The treatment of plants were horrid, but there were far better ways to go about it. Trying to say that the “right thing” was done is fucked and far from true. — N.D. Wolfwood.

📦

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #ndwolfwoodkin #trigunkin #prevabuse #genocide cw #medical abuse cw #chara hate #murder cw #experimentation cw #fertility abuse #pregnancy cw #mod party cat

[nobully]

new week new chapter

more adventures with dr. wang and slime!qin xian incoming (author says he'll get a human form eventually, but he still needs to eat a bit more to grow up first)

ch. 92: slime!

the banging slime gets wang yi's attention again, and he reconsiders not taking the specimen because he thinks it's better to cut up a sample that can infinitely regenerate than kill multiple innocent ones just to uphold his villain persona

sao ling's like: well if you need it you can take it back, since the mermaid's got plot armor keeping it here and you still need to experiment on something

meanwhile the slime is still calling out that it's hungry but humans can't hear what it's say so lolol good luck qin xian

the slime starts following wang yi's hand across the glass and fascinates both man and cat (sao ling is so cute here ahh)

anyways, wang yi continues his story mission which has him meet the female lead of the novel (a really cute, timid type researcher). she tells him his application for the mermaid dissection has been rejected b/c he's too humanlike and still under observation, and wang yi predictably gets "irate" over the fact.

she suggests he get a scale or something to analyze the DNA and wang yi goes "how could THAT be enough i need blood and flesh at LEAST!!" scaring her in the process lol

anyways after he finishes the bullying schtick he asks her for specimen [X], the slime and she blurts out that it's quite aggressive before going "oops im not supposed to say that b/c they want it experimented on asap"

wang yi goes "it's fine, since i chose to do it then i have to do it well, that's a researcher's duty" and...

...inadvertently inspires the FL with his work ethic? lolol

there are too many nice scientist shots in this chapter watch me screenshot each one helppppppp

so wang yi gets Slime X back and sao ling comments how weird it's so aggressive for just a slime, but wang yi says maybe it's just the clingy type who likes to stick to humans (i can see the bias forming already yiyi)

sao ling's like: you think any of these locked up specimens would ever grow to like their researchers?

wang yi says that makes sense, since the only reason the mermaid ending up liking the FL was because she was the only one who treated him well and saw him as a friend

for a lunatic like him who just takes specimens and cut them apart, he'll be lucky if he's not hated.

he cuts off a piece of Slime X, who feels pain but can't be heard

Slime X was expecting to be fed but realizes this human isn't the one he was waiting for either, and decides he has to do something or else his hunger and etc will be too much, so he decides to attack Wang Yi via the section that was cut off

we end with the slime trying to burrow into Wang Yi's ear and him breaking only a part of it off...?

#canon updates; #ooc #out of crimes; #medical tw #experimentation cw #system records;

[monterraverde]

@twindragonsprophecy sent:

When Rika wakes, its in a cold place, her once comfy bed was now a metal plate, her arms strapped down and- if she tried to sit up- she'd find her throat had been bound. Each of the bindings metal. Something not even Ari could get out of.

The whirring of machinery, the smell of sterile lingers in the air. Murmurings of voices outside, neither of which sound like anyone she's familiar with, one getting closer and louder by the moment. Angry.

The door hisses open, and the man who emerges draws in a breath himself. "Hello dear." Ghetsis smirks, walking closer. Two footsteps and a cane that smacks to the ground with every step, leaning over her. "My, you're such a lovely woman..." The cane is brought up so he could move her chin side to side. Clearly he'd learned beforehand to not stick fingers where they didn't belong. Whether it was Ari or N that taught him that lesson would forever remain a mystery.

There's a small hum as he regards her. A fiery personality from what he'd seen, despite being a Ground specialist. What pokemon to fuse her with... hm...

Ah... If only they still had a Reshiram to use.... She would've been a perfect second candidate had Ari's failed further than it had. But alas. The bitch survived, Plasma's scapegoat gone. "He's not coming back for you dear." There were two sharp whistles and Colress turns and leaves the room. "Let the experimentation begin..." He murmurs, placing a mask over her mouth and nose, his hand snaking its way under her chin to get a better, firmer grip. One that would undoubtably crush bones if she fought back. "You're doing great de...r..."

Her head felt like it was pounding when she suddenly came too, groggy and disoriented as she slowly opened her eyes to...

Hot lights, the smell of rubbing alcohol and sterile utensils- a hospital? Cold, dead air hitting her skin as she laid completely exposed to the elements and the sensation of hard metal on her wrist, neck and legs- it jolts her from the stupor, and she immediately tries to sit up, but stops short when the metal restraint collides with her neck, causing her to cough and slam her head back down... And all she can do is scream and cry out until she suddenly heard the door open, and her head immediately snapped to the new noise and presence.

Oh, fuck this.

"Don't fucking talk to me like I'm-" She's silenced when the cane is brought up, and her head pushed to either side, gritting her teeth and shivering from the sensation of the cold metal against her face.

"...What did you do to him?! Where's Ari?!" She barks, struggling against the restraints in the only way she could- and failing at it, and that's when she sees a blonde leave the room, pupils like pinpricks as she quickly descended into panic... and then that adrenaline was immediately lost when the mask was placed on her face, and she felt consciousness slipping again... She struggles to keep herself awake, and it takes considerably longer then Ghetsis probably would have liked for her struggling to finally cease.

Why was this happening...? Why her...?

#twindragonsprophecy #:: you can't take me anywhere (x ari/cheren) #human experimentation cw #hospital cw #medical cw #torture cw #ask for further tags!// #:: fusion fall