#i need another civilian

[ppenguinpperson]

tempalate by caninewhistles on devianart!! nothing in february:( little penguino so sad the ward take him away.. oh well! teehee.. thank you all for the good year!!! Mwah!!!

[age-of-moonknight]

“Deliverance,” Marvel Zombies: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2023), #1.

Writer: Ashley Allen; Artist: Justin Mason; Letterer: Clayton Cowles

[introspectivememories]

excerpts from my months old wip "think i'll miss you forever (like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky)"

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Ghost eats a lot. He has to if he wants to keep his huge physique and the demand of being able to carry almost a hundred pounds of gear at minimum and have the strength to fight his foes with the precise speed he canonically has in hand to hand as well as running as fast as fcking Captain America??

We have seen this man run through that forest in that one video??? Iykyk.

Yeah, I’m sorry to say but that man is PACKING away food like a damn horse. There’s no way that man starves himself. That’s a motherfucker who has the appetite to compete with a fucking Hobbit. He’s got a special diet of five meals per day💀

[silver-ink-iron-words]

Thank you all so much for these kind requests. And for being patient as I worked on this next part

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

A Bird in the Hand, Part 7

The first time the villain heard the voice, it was laughing.

They were on a university campus, having just met with a professor for the purposes of their latest project. Even amongst the bustling sea of students, the laugh rang clear as a bell. It was light, and genuine, and on its own made for a lovely sound.

But that’s not why the villain stopped dead in their tracks.

The laugh flowed through the villain – a warm buoyant energy under their skin. Their shadows rushed to their fingertips, and they had to halt in the middle of the walkway just to reign in their power. They were suddenly filled with a burst of confidence, like they could do anything.

Euphoric. Yes, that was the best word for it.

They spun around, tried to find the owner of the voice. But a large class had just let out, and the quad was teaming with students. By the time the crowd dissipated, the villain was still empty-handed.

Research revealed that the class had been a second-year botany course. But the class list contained hundreds of names, and very little information beyond that.

In the end, that breathtaking voice slipped through the villain’s fingertips.

The second time, the voice was crying.

“You could’ve at least had the good graces to dump me in person.” Just like before, it chimed as though it were the only sound in the world.

The villain didn’t hesitate this time. They forced their way through the metro station crowds, back towards the train car they’d just exited. They ignored the cries of protest as they ruthlessly shoved people aside.

And for their efforts, they were rewarded with the glimpse of a face.

Splotchy, and bright pink, spreading tears on the cellphone pressed up against its side, it was the most endearing face the villain had ever seen.

This person who was rejected. Openly in pain in the middle of the evening rush. Who had no idea the levels of pleasure they could bring.

The villain could ensure that they were never so neglected again.

They sprinted forward. Reached their arm out.

And the train doors closed right in front of them.

The villain watched as the train slowly pulled the person away, still too engrossed in their heartbreak to even notice what had just happened.

But the villain was overjoyed.

Each aspect of the person – face and voice both – were now etched into the villain’s memory.

In the end, when they heard the voice a third time, it was completely on accident.

The gala was held in honour of their nemesis, a celebration of the fact that the hero had trampled their most recent venture. The villain came in disguise, watching in disdain as people toasted to their defeat.

When they learned  that the hero wouldn’t even be in attendance, that their partner would be accepting the award in their place, the villain was livid. The hero ruined their plans again and again without fail, and now couldn’t even spare the time to acknowledge it? The villain stood up to leave.

Then, they heard it.

“Thank you all for coming,” the person said from the podium. “It’s an incredible honour to be here, on behalf of the bravest hero I know.”

Triumphs and setbacks always had to come in pairs, didn’t they?

When the villain sat back down, it was, yes, to bask in the wonders of that voice. But it was also to observe. The villain had never gotten such a long, clear look at their person, and they were excited to finally get the chance.

The acceptance speech was good, and their person delivered it fairly well. But the villain’s practiced eye caught their stiff shoulders, the slight tremble of their hands. Clear signs of stage fright. The villain tilted their head, studying it closely.

Fear was an incredibly attractive look on their person.

Of course, it singed the villain, to know that the hero had stolen them. They tried not to think about the hero kissing their person, enjoying their voice, holding them tightly in the long sleepy nights.

Shadows began to form around the edges of the villain’s hands.

They forced their eyes closed, and opened them again. Made themself count to ten.

This was a win, they reminded themself. They now knew their person’s identity, and could thus find any information about them they wanted.

The speech ended, and everyone, including the villain, clapped.

It was only a matter of time before their person was put precisely where they belonged.

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The civilian awoke to arguing.

“You’re being deliberately difficult with me, doctor.” 

The civilian tensed at the villain’s voice, which brimmed with a barely contained fury.

“I’m not being difficult. I’m giving you answers you don’t like. There’s a difference.”

“I refuse to believe that a medical professional of your standing can’t handle a simple poisoning.”

“Simple? What’s simple about it? It’s a minor miracle that the poor bastard isn’t dead already.”

“If they die, you’ll follow soon after.”

“You think I haven’t heard that one before, scumbag? I work for villains, for chrissakes.”

The civilian closed their eyes, and curled their fingers around the bedsheets. They should get this over with sooner rather than later.

“[Villain]!” they called.

The arguing ceased.

The civilian tried to sit up, but dizziness hit them like a barreling train. The villain was the one to catch them.

“What happened?” the civilian asked. Spots danced in their vision.

“[Hero] tried to kill you, darling.” The villain’s voice was somber. “And I’m the one who saved your life.”

The civilian swallowed. “That can’t be true.”

But they remembered holding that blue dart in their hand. They knew of only one person in the entire world who could make it.

The civilian’s vision cleared a little, and the villain’s face came into focus. Dark, heavy storm clouds rumbled in their expression, and it took conscious effort to not flinch away.

The civilian had learned by now that the villain’s anger was a dangerous thing, even when not directed at them. Fortunately, they’d also learned what to say in the face of that rage. They tried to imagine, for a second, that they weren't afraid.

“Can we please go home?”

The villain took in a breath, and their eyebrows rose.

And then they smiled.

“Why, of course, love. Anything your heart desires.”

Part 8

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Taglist:

@d-cs

[umhuhwellthen]

Fucking finally

Spidersona/OC for tmnt 2k3

Inspired by the Peacock Tarantula(Poecilotheria metallica)

v0.1, v0.2, v1(?) Click For Better Quality

This spidersuit was hell, I hate clothes design

I'm a stubborn bitch though and I was gonna make sure this bitch had tarantula fluff somewhere

I think ver3 might be his final suit design but I included the others I liked to a degree because I'm open to constructive criticism about the design and may pull some stuff from old designs

Disclaimer: For the pose and to make it look a little like tmnt 2k3 art style to my brain I traced over art from a scrapped stealth suit concept for Mikey

He's missing a head because I didn't draw it lol I was too focused on the suit also I'm undecided on how his hair should look like in spidey mode

I originally concept arted him with a crop top jacket with rolled up sleeves and a fur collar but idk if that would make him look too busy...

Also his mask looks like that cuz it's a mouth guard-domino mask combo like DC's Red Hood has sometimes, cuz he has a scary spider mouth to scare criminals with and it helps protect his identity

[things-methinks]

Talking to [leftist/socialist/progressive/whatever] white people as a brown girl is always an experience

[in-tua-deep]

man i have really been thinking about worldbuilding and exposition in books recently

when i was like, i don’t know, twelve-ish, I picked up this book about a teenage girl in a spy school. and i absolutely fell in love with it - I thought it was incredibly neat how the book just seemed to drop me into the middle of the story, even starting in the girl’s second year. in fact, the main character frequently referenced events from her first year (falling in love with a civilian, things ending badly, finding secret passageways, losing her mother’s trust etc.) 

and I actually really enjoyed the fact that the character had a rich and vibrant life outside of what i had read and that the book didn’t go out of its way to explain her past in flashbacks or anything. i understood the main takeaways and why she was reacting to things based on what i gleaned, and more than that i understood the growth of the character, why she was cautious in certain places but reckless in others, etc and i felt smarter for not being handed the answer on a silver platter

anyway it wasn’t until i finished the book and realized there was a sequel that i looked it up and found out that. in fact. i had started with the second book in the series.

oops.

[kegareki]

"rei," you might ask, "why the fuck are you making genin teams for the parents in naruto? why are you giving them jounin-senseis and intended specialties?"

my answer is "i cannot fucking tell you. to torture myself i guess"

[gayspock]

for the reverse unpopular opinion meme: what do you like abt bsg

its actually surprisingly soooo hard for me to find one thing i like abt bsg, or think of one single episode tht i like for bsg, not hard to think of a fave character though im a sharon fan to the grave. and i KNOW this is meant tobe posi- but its genuinely hard, bc i feel like...

the thing is, i dont think theres any single "element" of bsg that's unanimously GOOD. stay with me... i think like- theres some insanelygood characters. for all my clowning on gaius, i do think hes like- incredibly well done, incredibly well acted, and incredibly well written. his self-entitlement is so- so fucking realistic. it aches to watch him bc its verging on fucking ridiculous but no, no i KNOW guys would do that and most especially guys like him whove convinced themselves theyre special... and its like- good for the show for striking that balance, bc they do temper it so FUCKING WELL with him being laughably pathetic, but not holding back the punches with the heinous shit he does. i feel like lesser shows would either villify him completely or make him some sort of tragic figure- but no, hes just well done.

but ironically theres also so many OTHER characters ive found lacking like... tom zarek is the obvious one that comes to mind where hes the polar opposite of like "god i think this character could be done so well if you just- got it down better!!!" and THE SAME HAPPENS ELSEWHERE. i think they can do insane political drama- so fucking good- the pegasus arc in s2, for example, and tbh anything within the actual military side is really well done. BUT then there's so many shortcomings elsewhere within the show- like within the civilian side, ive found a lot of THOSE political-adjacent plots severely lacklustre AND LIKE-

MY POINT IS I KNOW IM BEING #POSITIVE HERE I SERIOUSLY LIKE THISSHOW OMG its like... i just think its like got so much solid, well done work running all the way through it that no matter how much OTHER stuff is a bit undercooked there's always something so good too offer. i havent ereally experienced a major lull in the show. the pacing is always fucking brilliant imo and its like my attention is always held and im always wanting to see what happens. so even when there is shit like, i.e right ow theres the love square bs that i dont care about, theres so much other good well done shit going on that im actuallyyyy crazzyyy forrrrrrrrrrrr i dont even CARE

[weareuniqueandimportant]

Abuser Bigot Say Animals Can't Cnsent And Then Justify Killing Them Or Stealing Their Wool.

EVIL... THAT IS OKAY TO FUNNY ANIMALS... THEY LIKE THAT...

BTW THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN FOOD... YOU KNOW... LIKE WHEN YOU GO TO THE STORE... AND STUFF... CNSENT IS A BEATIFULL SAUCE FOR ALL LESBIANS... AND I BELIEVE ALL SHOULD TAKE A TASTE.

[billowyy]

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[antiwhores]

You accidentally had sex with Bakugou.

You two had fallen asleep in his room after a hang out. You were bestfriends but you had some underlining feelings for him. So when you woke up in the middle of the night to him cuddling you, you almost choked.

You needed to pee really bad so sadly you had to pry yourself out of his arms. When you came back his eyes were cracked open just barely. He mumbled something before opening his arms for you to join him again.

It was out of character, maybe tired Bakugou was just a touchy guy. It couldn’t be more than that.

So you joined him on the bed. You buried your face into his neck. You had to savor this cause most likely this’ll be the last time this happens. Also, you were too tired to freak out. You just wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

You can barely explain what happened after that. He hiked your leg onto him, still with his half open eyes, and thrusted right against your clothed pussy.

The next thing you know, he’s dry humping you. And then he’s fingering you. And finally he’s fucking you.

It felt good, too good.

But the morning after? You felt embarrassed. No way you just fucked him without even a first date. He’s gonna think you’re easy. He might even tell everyone that you are.

Of course, that would never happen but you were panicked. You couldn’t possibly comprehend that the great Dynamight chose you. You weren’t famous. Not a vogue model, a hero, or even wealthy. You had nothing to give him.

He had to be messing with you.

So you slipped out of his hold at 5am sharp and went home.

You fell back to sleep in tears and woke up to several texts and calls. Good thing you had your ringer off.

Bakugou - 6:34am

Where’d you go?

I was gonna make you breakfast dumbass

Bakugou - 6:52

Y/n?

Missed call - 7:00am

Bakugou - 7:30

Is this about last night?

I’ll wait for that call back so we can talk about it.

Missed call - 10:03am

Bakugou - 10:05

Call me and we can talk about it. This ignoring me isn’t gonna make it go away.

Missed call - 11:12

Missed call - 11:26

Missed call - 11-31

Bakugou - 11:40

Fucking call me back, this shit isn’t funny.

You’re so lucky I don’t know where you live yet. I’d be there in 15 minutes if I knew.

You debated calling him back. But your embarrassment and anger stopped you from letting him explain himself. How could he use your feelings against you like that! He probably knew that you liked him and wanted a quick fuck.

You started to cry all over again.

A week passed by with no contact. He sent you the occasional text telling you to talk to him but after the 6th day he seemed to give up. At least you thought that until he showed up at your door.

You opened the door wide without checking who it was since you were expecting a package. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blonde leaning against the doorframe, still in his hero costume. He must’ve just gotten off work, saving civilians and climbing the charts. It was another reminder of how he could never want you.

“You gonna let me in or am I-“

You tried to slam the door in his face but he shoved it back open easily. He let himself in, scanning the place.

“Nice place, ‘don’t see why you hadn’t invited me over.”

Maybe it’s because your small, cosy apartment didn’t compare to his high rise penthouse at the top floor.

You grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out. But he wasn’t having it and didn’t let you move him an inch.

“You need to leave, Bakugou.”

“Wow. Last name basis and I was inside you a week ago.”

“Yeah well that shouldn’t have happened.”

“Okay but it did so let’s fuckin’ talk about it.”

You just wanted him to leave before you bursted out in tears. You shook your head, trying to pull him harder but to no avail. Your lip quivered in frustration as tears welled up in your eyes.

Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder and set you on the couch.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You broke down in tears.

You told him everything, every assumption you made and every insecurity. You told him how you liked him but you knew he didn’t like you back. He sat there patiently, not speaking a word until you were done.

He got up with a blank face. You thought he was gonna leave at first but he kneeled down to be eye to eye with you.

“Wanna go on a date?”

It surprised you. It was the last thing he expected you to say.

“I’ll take you on a date and prove to you how much I want you. And for the record, I’ve probably liked you longer than you have me. When we met in that coffee shop I immediately knew you were the one I wanted. ‘S rude of you of you to make assumptions but I’ll let it pass if you go on a date with me.”

You agreed as he wiped off your tears. Who were you to say no?

[frecklenog]

i want you all to understand this.

insulin pens are very often used by diabetic children (or their parents, but they were very easy to use during the short time i was prescribed them when i was a child myself). they’re less cumbersome, produce less waste, and are far easier than pulling insulin from a vial with a single use syringe, as syringes are much more susceptible to air bubbles, which result in the diabetic not getting enough medication. i’m explaining this part because i know that some diabetic adults do also use them, and i’m sure that that’s true of diabetic adults in palestine with such scarce resources. when it’s life or death, you can’t really be picky.

the israeli occupation is now banning insulin pens from entering gaza.

lack of insulin results in diabetic ketoacidosis — essentially a very, very dangerous version of the effects of the keto diet. insulin is a key for the sugar from one’s food (both slow and fast acting, since all food has some carbohydrates, from nuts to potatoes to table sugar) to get from their bloodstream into their cells. without insulin, the body resorts to eating through its own fat stores rather than the sugar it cannot access and tries to flush the excess glucose that is in the blood through the urine. this results in weight loss, headaches, nausea, dehydration, blurred vision, abdominal pain, impaired mental faculties, and, if left untreated, will result in a coma, and eventually death within a matter of weeks. not “can.” it will kill you if not treated, and was largely considered a lethal diagnosis until insulin was discovered in the early 1900s and made readily available in 1922.

i’ve been in dka. admittedly, i was very young and have blocked much of it out. but i do remember that it fucking sucked. i couldn’t focus on anything, i was ravenous no matter how much i ate, and the room spinning to the point i felt like i was going to throw up became an increasingly regular occurrence. i was seven years old and wasting away like i was starved. i was dying. a few more days, and i likely would’ve gone into a coma and might not be here now.

to inflict that, willingly and knowingly, on innocent people, is nothing short of a crime against humanity, and violates the geneva conventions (item 2.a.ii. torture or inhumane treatment, including biological experiments and item 2.a.iii. willfully causing great suffering or serious injury to body or health). not that the israeli occupation cares, of course, as south african prosecutors have already extensively detailed their crimes in the icj, and this one in particular has already been committed near-countless times.

this entire occupation is a genocide, and this is only one more nail in that coffin. but, as a diabetic — as a human being who has been in that state and was lucky enough to have the resources to live almost another fifteen years (with the anniversary of my own diagnosis about halfway through next month), i can’t find the words to express my disgust and rage anymore. maybe it’s selfish to be so deeply impacted by this particular blow. i don’t know. but these people have done nothing wrong but be disabled in gaza, and as someone with the same disability, i know that no one deserves this, even if they have committed a crime (which, again, these civilians, largely children, have not). i will not fucking stand for it.

we need a ceasefire. we need an end to the occupation. we need a free palestine. now.

here’s a masterpost of how you can help.

EDIT: here’s a post on how to help diabetics in gaza specifically

[oldmannapping]

HC: The Batfam’s secret identities keep nearly being exposed through dumb mistakes, and citizens all over Gotham are constantly signing NDAs printed on ridiculously formal Bat insignia letterhead.

Tim: Used his Coffee Club rewards card for a free espresso as Red Robin, forgetting it was linked to his civilian identity because it was 3am and he was running on 42 hours without sleep.

Steph: Used her personal phone to tap-and-pay at Batburger with Cass. Bruce got pissy but she’s like, “Who accepts cash in a post-pandemic world, Mr Out Of Touch?” Used the experience to bargain a work phone out of Bruce.

Dick: Poses the exact same way in selfies with fans as both Nightwing and Dick Grayson. “What? Is it a crime to know my angles? I’m not apologising for having a good side!”

Damian: Constantly threatening people in League dialect as Robin and at school. It’s like a super niche language. People notice.

Jason: Grabbed one of his Red Hood jackets because it was cold and accidentally pulled out two grenades and a gun when asked for ID at the bar.

Duke: Straight up used his Signal powers to find something at the back of his locker at school. Like just lit up the hallway. “I thought I was alone!”

Cass: Took out cash from the ATM as a civilian for Batburgers with Steph, and paid as Black Bat. Someone at the bank traced the serial number of the bill and ATM surveillance footage. Batman declared that this wasn’t Cass’s fault and gave her another $50.

Alfred: Outsourced some of the superhero suit laundering to a professional company because he’s ONLY ONE MAN for god’s sake, and sometimes he needs an afternoon off.

Bruce: Literally just keeps adopting kids who look exactly like all the new crimefighters who help Batman. Has a massive public profile and just. Keeps syncing up families with Batman? People are like uhhh is he expecting us not to notice, or?

And all of them have accidentally posted to the wrong social media account at some point.

[ohlooh]

Dp x DC prompt

There has been multiple prompts where freshly adopted Danny keeps casualy dropping trauma bombs on Batfam and them getting increasingly worried and protective and that's great. It's a fun trope that I love dearly, but I would like to propose a bit of a spin on it.

Danny still casualy mentions horrifying tidbits about his life, but the bats are all like this so it's no big deal for them. After all they only found out about Tim's spleen situation when he offhandedly mentioned needing a refill on his antibiotics, they only know about All blades because Jason whipped them out in the middle of a fight, they only know about Dick's everything because of the one time he got dosed with experimental strand of fear toxin.

Danny mentions his house shooting him and the only reaction he gets from Tim is about how he fixed it and whether or not it would be usable for training. He rants about Vlad's creepiness and Dick in turn shares his stories about Slade. Dick also offers to help him deal with the Frootloop if he ever comes back. He talks about Ellie being his clone and all Damian asks is how he got through the brainwashing and if those methods could be used again on someone else.

Basically the bats forget that their lives are absolutely not normal and are frankly horrifying for most people.

No the panic and worries only comes when someone (probably another hero friend) reminds them that Danny is not a cape, but a civilian.