#posioned pen

[sea-owl]

I just know if her daughters needed it Portia Featherington would gladly help/teach them how to kill a man.

Oh your husband is a piece of shit who hurts you? Wait one moment darling I have a tea that will help. That man dishonored you or is trying to leave you in debt? We'll have to fast track it but by the end of the week you'll be a wealthy widow. Got your kids and the husband is useless? Mommy knows how to get the good arsenic. Oh he already takes laudanum? Perfect! I'll show you how much you need to overdose him.

Mama Featherington disguised her daughters lessons on posions as survival lessons so they would never accidentally become ill. If she gave them the knowledge how to do it others in the process that's not her fault.

Posions Portia gave birth to Knife Lady Pen and Felicity with a Shotgun.

#y'all can't convince me that portia didn't kill her husband in the first season #she would've found a way to kill jack too #bridgerton #portia featherington #posions portia #felicity with a shotgun #knife pen #gothic featheringtons #gothic portia wouldn't even try to disguise it

[heartfullofleeches]

College Student Yan + Slasher Neighbor Reader blurb brainrot- [NSFW here]

[Legal age gap - no age mentioned, lightly suggestive]

A student dreads the new year - stuck yet another year with bullies who've tormented them since adoselnce and zero outliet for their pain. They thought college would be different - a fresh new start, but their parents outright refused to let them move away for school or switch counties as the school chosen was most convenient to them. Sometimes they questioned their parents' love as they often forgot the most simplest things - such as falling to give them a new key when the locks were changed the night prior. Exhausted from another of hell, all they wanted was to drag their broken spirit and body into bed so they could sleep the agony away. Against the warnings of everyone in the area, they walked over to their neighbor's house to see if they could hop their fence. A scarred individual a few years their senior - and the kindest eyes they'd ever seen.

"Nah..... My fence is a little too high for that. You'd just end up hurting yourself more. Come in - it's going to rain soon."

Begrudgingly, they take your offer. The streetwide gossip of your home being a slaughter pen was quickly proven falls as you guided them to a comfortable couch and something to drink. There was still a chance it couldve been posioned, but at this rate they couldn't care less. They were almost disappointed to find a regular punch in their glass when you returned. You never really existed to them before then. You kept your words few and eyes on the rain, but as soon as you asked about their days - the floodgates came crashing down. Dumping as much as they did that day on anyone else would've gotten them in hot water, but all you met their rants with was an affirming nod and a pat on the back once they had cooled down.

"Can't say I was in the exact same boat as you, but I know what it's like to be alone. I don't have the right to tell you to cheer up, but I'm sure things will get better."

You don't know at all what it's like....They leave their bag under your coffee table so tomorrow they have to retrieve it - and their phone the next day. Your house became a home away from home, and you their only friend. You attempt to usher them towards people closer to their ages, but relent in giving them a key to your house for when they needed a place to unwind and you weren't there. They began to have trouble sleeping in their own bed when they couldn't tangle themselves in you blankets while you were away- eventually realizing that behind the curtains they pinned shut was the door to your bedroom window. The only time they could rest was when you came back home- mistaking the blots on your clothes for their fading consciousness.

They spent weeks studying your body from your closet and searching through your belongings to find what they could, but they never learned more than what you revealed. It wasn't fair that you knew their story, but they knew so little about you. They wanted to be your support as much as you were theirs. They hated when you called them kid or said they reminded you of yourself when you were younger - when you weren't more than a decade apart. Why wouldn't you just depend them more-

"I killed someone."

"Back in high-school, some guys who used to tease me thought breaking into my house would be a good prank.... they didn't know I kept a knife under my pillow. It was ruled a as self defense... I'm not telling you to forgive your bullies. I won't tell you to tolerate them either. Please, just don't turn out like me. You're a good kid."

Deep down they always knew....how alike you really were. It was the first time you smiled at them. The first time you cried. For you- they would do anything.

It was around this time their bullies turned a new leaf. In another life they would've rejected their tormentors offers of peace, but for you - they agreed. They hated every second of it. Party life was too hectic and they couldn't handle a drop of the alcohol they were forced to consume. You picked them up from the sight of the road more nights than they could regrettably remember; paying no mind to their drunk pleas for you to stay

!They saw many things at these gatherings. Younger lovers locked in heated passion, the beginnings of drunken night stands. They wondered if you had done such things. They couldn't imagine so consider your past - heart strings tied in twisted glee. Would you both each other's first? How much had you given up with your youth stripped away? You always talk about making sure they don't waste their twenties away but what about you? You weren't that much older than them and could still enjoy everything they were experiencing - and they'd be sure that you would.

Their "friends" introduced them to some pastimes they could do with you, but most - weren't. They stole and defaced public property, using their new member as a lookout. They honestly didn't care much about the crimes other than they took away from time they could've spent with you.... but there was something familiar about this building.

"Run!"

The group runs down the hall in a state of panic and fear; screaming, shirts coveted in blood. The leader staggers behind - a gash through one of those eyes that used to glare at them with such hatred and disgusting, twin wide with the adrenaline coursing through its veins. A shadow creeps from behind, stalking past the bully as they trip over their own feet and towards them. It's too dark, they can't see its face, but that knife.... those eyes....

"shhhhh"

A sharp blade runs the length of their cheek, flesh split on its jagged curve. The cut is deep, bleeding profusely - but the figure lowers its blade once the deed is done. It returns to their bully's side, dragging the whimpering shell away never to be seen alive again. They cup their cheek as the light of dawn bleeds through the windows. It likely needed stitches, but it wasn't enough. Bracing for impact - they face the wall and aim their skull for the solid concrete.

-

Their first night out of the hospital and they already have to prepare for school the next day. It isn't all bad, considering you were there to pick them up with their parents out of town. With the investigation still going on at your office, you swore to spend your remaining days with them to celebrate their speedy recovery. Their eyes drift off you momentarily to glance down at your cupholder.

"Hey, Y/n? Mind if I use your knife to cut off my wristband?"

"....Nah...."

They grab your pocket knife - heart hammering in their chest at the flare of pain in their chest from its recognizable edge.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #tw yandere

[theresattrpgforthat]

do you know of any solo-player crafting / designing games? like a witch making posions or someone building a cottage? the dream is a pen and paper solo-player architecture design game. or exploration/scavenging??

THEME: Crafting and Exploration

Hello friend, I selected some games that try to fit as many of the different prompts you are looking for here. Nothing fits everything, but everything fits something.

Dust and Void, by Robin Gibson.

The last remnants of humanity reside on Cathedral, a space-faring city, on its centuries-long mission to find a new home. Cathedral relies on spacecraft designed for deep space scavenging for vital resources.

In Dust and Void, players take on the role of these pilots. Players will explore the depths of space, look for resources, avoid dangers, and balance work, well-being and worship to make a name for themselves and build a legacy. Can you bring in enough to see humanity to a brighter tomorrow, and also to stay in the relative comfort of deep space?

This looks like a game that balances multiple characters, but is still designed for one person. It also appears to be a balancing game, so I’d expect being required to fulfill multiple objectives without depleting energy reserves or resources. If you want a game with high stakes and strategic options, you might want to check out Dust and Void.

Courier, by Sleepy Sasquatch Games.

Courier is a solo-RPG where you take control of a Courier—someone who travels the Wasteland delivering and trading cargo in exchange for REP, the currency of this post-apocalyptic future. As you explore the world around you, locations and factions are revealed and recorded on your map.

Choose to take jobs for factions and build reputation to access new benefits all while becoming better at your job and earning new character perks.

Courier is a highly structured game that focuses on exploration and salvage, leading your character through locations and various encounters, including Combat, Trade, and salvaging cargo. You work towards completing quests, earning money, and upgrading your reputation. Courier is probably the most like a traditional ttrpg in this list, and is great if you want to play a game but don’t want to be responsible for creating the world around you.

Guillotine Earrings, by Ella Watts.

You are a magical jeweller in a city on the brink of revolution. A solo RPG.

Guillotine Earrings is a magical journalling game on two pages. Your character is a jeweller living in a city on the brink of revolution, held in the grip of a cruel and despotic tyrant.  Over the course of the game, you describe and draw the jewellery they make as they attempt to fan the flames of protest in the city with their art. You also describe the parties they attend, the allies they find, and the communities they enlist as they start a revolution behind the unlikely barricade of their storefront. It's up to you to decide which you prefer - or to play the game more than once, creating different people in different cities as they try to rise up against their oppressors.

This game is intriguing to me because while your character is responsible for making items, you’re also crafting a revolution. Your decisions throughout the game will determine whether you’ll have a better chance to improve your art or improve your revolution’s odds through persuasive checks - recruiting for the cause, making powerful allies, and improving your network. There’s also optional rules for a jenga tower or a pool of jewelry, if you want to heighten the tension and increase the randomness of your results. If you want a game where your character occupies a niche in society that gives them the ability to cause great changes in the world around them, I’d recommend Guillotine Earrings.

Botanicals, by Ben K Rosenbloom.

A game for making potions to solve peoples' problems.  For one or more players. You will need some flowers, spices, maybe some bottles or cups, and anything else you want to throw in a potion.

This game can be played solo, although it also has instructions for higher player counts. This game might even work as a single-person larp, as it recommends creating your potions and determining their effects based on their colour and scent. The crafting of this game is more literal than it is theoretical, and it is likely to require some cleanup afterwards, so if what you are looking for is something immersive, this might be a good option. If you’re looking for mechanical crunch, you might want to look somewhere else.

Salvager, by TEU Games.

Collect salvage from wrecked space ships. You will gain in power and equipment. If you live long enough, retire to a life of luxury. 

This is another exploration game that brings you across a hexmap as you look for salvage. The game fits on 2 pages, but is full of descriptions of what you find inside the ships, as well as roll-tables determining what your retirement looks like depending on how many credits you save. Just be warned - if you duck out of a job before it’s done, you risk losing money and also retiring in disgrace!

Bad Bad Brew, by CABBAGEHEAD.

BAD BAD BREW features a colourful trifold spread with all the rules and inspiration you need to brew your next potion. It includes all the instructions, several tables for ingredients and side effects, and your Alchemist's Tools to easily change its properties.

The game is designed to be accessible, easy to play and highly replayable. All you need is one six-sided die, writing tools and some creativity to start playing.  The average session can be last from 10 minutes to as long as you want.

This is another game that has some tactile components to it, asking you to literally brew some of your concoctions. The game also expects your character to not always get the recipe right - and when that happens, expect a number of interesting side-effects. The game also suggests porting your creations into group sessions - perhaps something that your character made gets sold to an adventuring party! If you want something that can be played quickly, with many possible uses, check out this game.

Renovation, by kay w.

Renovation is a solo journaling game about a house. Whether or not the house is haunted depends on your definition of a haunting. In this game, you play as the house, old and worn, full of many memories and perhaps even ghosts. A new owner has come to renovate.

You do not wish for the renovation, but it comes regardless. 

This is a story in which the architecture of a house is a form of resistance - and the new creation that you turn into at the end of the game is a horror, not an accomplishment. This is the closest I could find to an architecture game, using a deck of cards to determine what element of your house is changed. If your foundation crumbles, you are no longer the house you once were. This game certainly isn’t for everyone, but if you’re interested in a horror take on a game, this might be worth taking a peek at.

Masterpiece, by LordPaido.

It was on my walk home from the store when I saw it. A bird floating through the air, barely flapping its wings. At once, ideas began clamoring for attention; moving without movement as the theme for a new poem! But my masterpiece could also use such an allegory, although it might take more editing to make work….I'm so close, and yet, I feel so much further than when I started….just a few days more, and it should be complete.

Masterpiece is a solo GM-less journaling game about the creative process and what goes into making a truly unique work of art. Maintain your inspiration as you draw on the influences of the world around you, past, present, and future. Strive to remain focused and not grow distracted by lesser works. Weather whatever storms the outside world and your inner landscape throw at you – and see if you have what it takes to reach your full potential.

This game lists architecture as one of the forms of art you could use in your creative process. The game depends on a deck of cards, which you draw from to navigate your ideas, as well as tokens, which you use to track your character’s inspiration. Every “day”, you draw and place a card, and then interpret your progress into a journal entry. Sometimes you might draw an idea for a lesser work, which is mean to replicate how artists often have more ideas than time to complete them. The game might end with a finished Masterwork, but it might not! Out of all of the games I looked at, this is probably the most suited to the architecture prompt you listed. I hope you find it interesting!

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Grimoire, by Anna Landin.

Exclusion Zone Botanist, by William Rose.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #solo games #crafting #exploration

[rxttenslutcemeterysys]

Things we've consumed but probably shouldn't have, but it rapidly gets worse the longer you go down the list;

cardboard

dirt

leaves

tree bark

flowers

wild mushrooms

rocks

crystals

shells

drywall

concrete

pillow stuffing

fabric

buttons

string

raw foods like onions

straight up just pure seasoning

bracelet beads and string

bracelet/jewelry charms

lollipop sticks

candy wrapping

paper

crayons

whole and pieces of pencils

pencil lead

pen ink

metal

staples

sharp metals

sharp plastic

animal bones

plastic in general

blood

flesh and scabs

teeth

rat posion

tide pods

chemicals

soap

hand sanitizer

raw meat

#decays rambles #this will probably concern a lot of you guys #this is just the sugarcoated version

[roadtogracelandx45]

Burning Love: the rewrite|1| Austin Butler!Elvis

So I decided that I was going to redo all the chapters I have written and change quite a few things with Sylvie and her storyline. I should have chapters every couple of days hopefully. As long as I feel well enough and school and work isn't stressing me out too much.

@ohnoitsthebat @prettyinpayne @thatbanditqueen

masterlist

1952

Mentions of abuse and SA

“I know it’s been rough, baby. '' Elvis Presley’s handwriting was smudged on a piece of lined paper that Sylvie had gotten in the mail the day before. She was thankful that she had checked the mail and seen the series of letters from Elvis and his family in it and was able to hide them in her school bag before taking the rest of the mail into the house.

 “One day, I will come up there with Scotty and Bill and break you free.”

 In one of her past letters, she had mentioned what had been going on with her stepfather  at home and how she had to miss a full school year due to health issues.  “Sylvie?” Dickie Robert Jr.’s voice came from behind her and she quickly moved her textbook over the letter so he wouldn’t see it. She had been forbidden to talk to anyone from Tupelo, especially the Presleys. Elanie wanted to forget everything about that period of her life. 

“What’s up?” She returned twisting to look up at him. “Dad wants you home.” He answered. ‘Why? Mama is home with the two kiddos.” She returned. “He wants you out of school completely.’ The pen slipped from her fingers and onto her lap, “What? Why?” “He wants you to take care of the kids.” The unfamiliar feeling of anger rushed up, “What about Mama, isn’t that her job?” 

“Your Mama is in the hospital.” 

“For what?” 

“Don’t question it Sylvia.” 

The younger sibling crossed her arms under her chest and glared at him, she was sick and tired of being told that she couldn’t feel things and she couldn’t be herself and the rights. Hadn’t there been a woman’s movement for this exact reason?  

“Tell me why my mother is in the hospital and then I will go.” She returned. 

Dickie took a deep steadying breath trying not to unleash his anger at his father and step mother on her, he had talked to his grandfather recently and he had told him to take it easy on Sylvie that she had a rough start and even worse when Elanie decided to marry his father and move them to Atlanta. He knew how he treated her was wrong and that the abuse she had suffered was enough. 

“She has alcohol posioning.” He finally answered. 

The girl blinked her eyes a couple of times quickly, “I didn’t know that mama drank.” 

“She hides it very well.” 

Sylvie shook her head and started gathering up her notebooks, “I guess I really don’t know her at all.” 

 Biting his tongue Dickie nodded his head, he had heard alot more about Elanie then he ever wanted to know. And Sylvie didn’t know about the things her mother did at least not now. 

He heard a sniffle from her as she stood up holding the remaining book close to her chest and it felt like a punch to the heart. 

The last time he had see her cry was when they left Tupelo and she had be dragged away from that boy and shoved into the back of the car. 

‘Have you ever thought of runnin’ away?” He knew that he shouldn’t be putting the idea in her head but there was an unfamiliar guilt and wanting to help her that was overwhelming. 

“What?” She returned, her brown eyes going wide, “No, your father would kill me.” 

“I know but Sylvie listen to me.” She clenched the books tighter to her chest, something he had noticed she had done in the pass when she thought it was going to get dangerous, which alot of the time it did.  “If he finds you.” 

“What are you talking about?”

 ‘I am saying, get your stuff together, take all the money from my sock drawer. And then go into Dad’s office and get your papers. Anything with your name on it, get it.”  “Why are you helpin’ me?” ‘Lets just say that I have change of heart. And hurry home before Dad gets home from the hosptial.’ “What about Davey and Andie?” “I will take care of them.” He returned, they both knew that there was no way in hell she would get away with taking at least Davey with her. 

Sylvie started towards the door and paused before she got through it, “Hey Dick?” “Yeah.’ “Thank you.”  He nodded his head and waved her off. 

**

The house was empty when she got to it and she breathed a sigh of relief. All the way home she wasn’t sure that she was going to make it but it seemed luck was on her side, she took the stairs two at time and went into her bedroom. There wasn’t much in it, Dick Sr, never wanted a step daughter so he gave her less then his sons and younger daughter. The first few holidays in Atlanta was hard. 

Sylvie knew that they didn’t have much and there wouldn’t be presents or anything but her daddy made sure they each at least had one present each. Dick didn’t even do that, the first holidays and birthdays, Sylvie had cried her eyes out. But then she just started staying in her room, staying away from the whole family including Dick Sr’s parents. Glancing back at the door, straining to hear if her step father was back with Davey and Andie, not hearing anything she went to her bed and pulled the ratty suitcase that she had when they moved that had a cover of one of Elvis’s Captain Marvel Jr. comic tapped onto it. It had faded and was torn in some places but still it was there. Within minutes she had her clothes thrown into the suitcase as well as one of the baby blankets that had been left in her bed. She snapped the buckles closed and threw what else she could into her school bag. 

This was like a rush she never had before, she almost liked it. It was something so different for her. She tried to behave as much as she possible could to prevent any more abuse that she had coming.  

***

Half an hour later, she was at the train station getting ready to board a train to Memphis, she had a scarf that she lifted from her mothers collection wrapped around her dark hair and pair of dark sunglasses covering her eyes in attempt to hide herself.

 The last thing she needed was for one of the officers who wandered around the train station to see her and take her back to her step father.  One reared her as the train pulled to a stop in front of them and she released a shaky breath and started saying a silent prayer that this would work and she could be free. “Excuse me miss?” The officer had came to a stop next to her, she turned quickly to him lowering her sunglasses lowered down enough to see over the top. “Can I help you with getting on board.” Sylvie took a shallow breath and nodded her head,  “Yes, thank you.” He offered her a smile in return before picking up the suitcase and carrying it a board the train. “I am right there.” She offered up from where she had climbed up the stairs after him. He nodded his head and put the suitcase in the overhead rack. 

“Safe travels Ms. Adams.” 

#ash writes #series: burning love verison 2 #burning love: the rewrtie #oc: sylvie presley #austin bulter! elvis x sylvie #austin butler! elvis presley oc #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction

[c-h-pictures]

BSD as Exam Season Part 12

Poe, looking at ‘scorpions are associated with venom’ as he proofreads his essay in the English Lit paper: Are they? Poison is ingestion, venom is injection, so scorpions are venomous, but they’re not really associated with venom. But they can’t be associated with posion because they aren’t poisonous. I guess I could say they’re associated with toxins?

Poe: *replaces venom with toxins*

Poe: But if you think toxins you think bacteria.

Poe: *replaces toxins with venom*

Poe: The examiner’s not going to know.

Poe: But what if they do?

Poe: *replaces venom with toxins*

This continues for another 10 minutes.

Poe: *replaces venom with toxins* 

Invidulator: Unless you have extra time, your exam is now over.

Poe, thinking: Guess we’re going with toxins.

-

Chuuya: Those were nice poems. I liked the poems. I didn’t like Macbeth, that was not nice.

Tachihara: Technically, Macbeth is still poetry.

Chuuya: DON’T ‘TECHNICALLY’ ME, POEM BOY!

Tachihara:

Tachihara: What?

-

Poe: I really liked the poems, so I wrote the names and poets on my wrists so I didn’t forget them.

Ranpo: Oh, why would you do that?

Poe: This is going exactly where you think it is.

Poe: So, at the end I realise “hey, if they see this written on my wrist, they’ll think I wrote it before and cheated”, so leaving I’m being incredibly cautious to keep my sleeves over my wrists and I think I just made myself look even more suspicious.

-

Dazai: I didn’t want to sign a shirt and didn’t think I’d get all the signatures in one day, so I have a notebook I’m getting people to sign and I have a bunch of pen colours.

Chuuya: Can I take up a whole page?

Dazai: Sure.

Chuuya: *instantly grabs the red pen*

Dazai: What are you going to write?

Chuuya:

Chuuya: Can I take up two and a bit pages?

Dazai: Again, sure.

Chuuya: On my first page I’m writing, in all caps “Fuck [school name] specifically - Chuuya. It nearly burned downed twice and I wish it actually did.” Then, in smaller lettering but still caps, wherever I can find space “This is the colour of the blood of students the school sacrificed to Satan for the money to build the new and shitty building.” Then my second page is going to be a scream that fills the page except for the bottom, where it says “ - The [school name] experience” then my ‘and a bit’ is just going to be our adapted rock paper scissors.

-

Dazai: Remember in Year 6 when you wrote ‘broccoli’ all over my shirt for no reason?

Chuuya:

Chuuya: No.

Chuuya:

Chuuya: *picks up the green pen and starts writing ‘broccoli’ all over the page*

#bsd incorrect quotes #bsd poe #bsd chuuya #bsd tachihara #bsd ranpo #bsd dazai

[r4bbitdragon]

i admire the fine linework people do with microns so much but. i got brush pen posioned early and nothing hits the same for me as using a brush pen... even when i try using microns i end up itching for those chonky lines...

#words typed

[robingurlscorner]

TABS - After "House and Garden" - Robin Whump

Some Robin Whump for TABS. It's After the episode "House and Garden".

The clean up of the green house was beyond gross, Robin kept having to turn away from the stench as he helped the cleaning crew suck up the plant goo that was left behind. There was a twinge on the back of his neck from the fight earlier but he was ignoring it, the faster they got this cleaned up the faster he could get back to fresh air.

One of the forensic techs looked up at the teen worried, "Boy Wonder? Are you alright?" He stood up and walked over, clip board in hand.

Robin startled out of his thoughts and glanced up, "Huh? Oh yeh, sorry! This stuff just reaks."

"Are you feeling sick at all from the smell?" The man asked reaching out to feel Robin's pulse and hold a pen light into the masked eyes. "Your pulse is very fast, young man, I want you to vacate this greenhouse immediately. I don't know what is in this toxic mixture but I've cleaned up her messes before, as you know, she's not one to mess with."

"Sir, I'll be alright. I just haven't gotten any sleep." Robin cocked a grin trying to get the other guy to smile. When it wasn't returned he sighed. "Ok ok..I'll head upstairs. If you need anything call."

As he started up the stairs, his stomach started to turn even more queasy, he staggered leaning on the railing.

He felt like he was going to be sick…

*~*

Batman looked up as he finished giving his report to Bullock. "Robin? I thought I gave you orders to stay down there and clean up?" He watched concerned as his partner staggered out of the green house, his face pale and one of his green gloved hands over his mouth. Concerned, the Dark Knight handed Bullock back his notebook and hurried over. "Robin?"

Robin wanted to respond to explain what was going on, but he was afraid if he removed his hand that he'd throw up. Actually, scratch that….he was going to throw up anyway. He turned away from Batman and choked vomiting up whatever was in his stomach. He fell to his knees vomiting two more times, he could hear Batman calling for him and asking if he was alright, he felt someone's hand on his back and then heard someone call for a doctor.

Batman could only watch in horror as his partner threw up numerous times in succession, he took note that first was normal bile and whatever he had been fed in captivity but the last three were turning greener each time. Something was very wrong. "I need a doctor over here! HURRY! Robin, it's going to be ok."

His mind was racing as Robin didn't stop after the fourth time, he hadn't seen Robin get hurt by Ivy during their battle but he knew that meant nothing. Batman knelt down and placed a hand to the boy's forehead. "Burning up…?" Robin pulled away from him to throw up one more time, the count now 7. After he was finished he fell back against Batman, eyes watering.

A doctor ran over at the same time, a facemask over her mouth. She knelt down and began to check the teen over. Her eyes were narrowed with worry.  "Batman, do you know if he was scratched at all by the Plant Creatures?"

Batman blinked holding his partner up with an arm around his shoulder. He found himself rubbing the boy's arm comfortingly as Robin curled into him away from the doctor. "I do not know for sure. Not when I was with him no. We did have a brief kidnapping during the course of the fight, it could have happened during the altercation? However, not once had he complained to me about it…why Doctor?"

She sat back and removed her mask, "Good news and Bad news, Batman. Good News, the boy isn't suffering from breathing in the toxin's downstairs in Ivy's lair. That was my original thought and I was scared because we've lost one health worker to the clean up already. However, bad news, he's been posioned like the others. His body is rejecting the toxins that have been forced into his system. The fever and vomiting are the first two signs. Prepare yourself, Batman. This is going to be a long ride."

"L-Long ride? But we can make an antidote correct? We have the main ingredients." His grip on Robin's shoulder tightened as fear was starting to take over his mind. Batman took a deep breath to calm himself down for Robin's sake but it did little to help.

"Easy, Batman. Please, if you don't mind.." She stands writing on her clip board quickly pointing to the ambulance. "Carry him over to the EMTs at the ambulance waiting. We need to get him to the hospital and hooked up as soon as possible."

Batman nodded silently as she walked away, he glanced down at his partner, the young man he'd raised since he was a child. They had both been through a lot but he could count on one hand the number of times that Robin was this ill and required hospitlization.

It never got easier to do this. He stood up, Robin moaning in his arms as he was lifted. He held his partner cradled in his arms easily. "Hang in there Robin, we're going to get you help." As he walked past Bullock he heard a snort, he turned briefly and set a heavy glare at the over weight detctive before turning back.

Bolluck lowered his coffee as if getting ready for a fight then backed off as Gordan exited the house. "Batman! I was just informed of what happened!"

"Sir, I'd like to take Robin back to the Bat Cave but I'd like to use the medicines they have to keep the other victims alive and comfortable. It's not that I don't trust their medical knowledge its just -"

"His identity. I know." Gordan's eyes lowered as he seemed to survey just how bad Robin was. "I don't have to tell you it would be better if he were in a hospital."

Batman returned his worried glare with his own. "Please, help me ask them."

"I'll do what I can." With that he walked past Batman, hands in his overcoat pockets as he stalked over to the EMTs.

Robin shivered in his mentor's arms as his fever rose, sweat beading down his face. He buried his face into Batman's shoulder going in and out of consciousness, he wasn't even sure what was going on anymore. All he knew was tht his body ached from all of the throwing up and he felt weak …so weak it was hard to stay awake.

*~*

Robin awakened when he felt Batman sit him down in something cool. It must have been the passenger seat of the car. He lifted his head and forced his eyes open, his vision was blurred as he heard slightly raised voices.

"He needs medical care, Batman, in a real hospital." The doctor protested, her voice turning high pitched. "Not in a dark dingy cave!"

"The Batcave has all of the medical devices that a hospital has in terms of his care. Please, if he gets to the point where I need help, I will bring him in."

The doctor crossed her arms looking to Gorden who seemed to agree with Batman. She sighed then stomped over to the back of the ambulance, "…..give me a box of the Ivs."

"But Doctor-"

"Just do it. Even I'm not going to fight Batman." She hissed clearly angry. "And that boys life means more to me than winning a verbal fight."

The EMTs handed her the box full of the IV, bags, and a few needles. She walked over pushing them into Batman's arms. "I trust that you know how to administer an IV, Batman? Don't feed him any solids for 18 hours. He can drink as much water and juice as he can stomach. But be careful, once this posion gets in full swing, he's not going to be able to do much, muchless be conscious."

"Thank you, Doctor." Was all he said as he hurried to the batmobile putting the box into the back seat.

Gordon and the Doctor watched as he pulled out as fast as he could. The doctor sighed looking over, "Can we trust him?"

"He will kill himself before he allows that boy to die, doctor. I trust him."

"Strange seeing the Batman concerned about the young man.."

"Aren't all fathers concerned about their sons?" He asked as he turned to walk back to the house. She just followed speechless and wide eyed.

#robin whump #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #robin #TABS #the animated Batman series

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Beljune shares his second single ‘Poster Boy’, a dreamy haze of sound with a yearning for more queer representation

Named after his iconic nans Bel and June, the upcoming star Beljune prides himself on feeling artistically limitless, delving into essences of sound and creation only a pure artist could form. After debuting with his ballad ‘Posion’, Beljune now shares his second ever offering ‘Poster Boy’, a further demonstration of his lyrical and artistic capabilities that have no boundaries.

Not a second from pressing play, ‘Poster Boy’ transcends you to the most heavenly of places, engulfing you within its warm and intricately ladened soundscape. From crackling vinyl-esque ambient sounds to a looping bright guitar riff, there’s a sense of intimacy and familiarity set within the easy-going palette of sound, slowly building with a light but groovy bassline. Things simmer back down to a delicate beginning, seeing Beljune’s smooth, dreamy vocals entwining around subtle thudding beats and intermittent guitar strums left to ring out into the vast sound, a simplistic but poignant atmosphere of instruments. Adding a haunting element to his words, Beljune is complemented by soaring backing vocals around every line, a parallel that together feels so incredibly personal and touching. Mesmerisingly building up, the track falls into a hazy layering of muffled backing hums and ahhs, the re-introduction of his vibrant riff, more prominent beats and more. There’s an almost surrealist edge that seeps throughout ‘Poster Boy’ and its many pieces as Beljune reminds us of a modern day Dalí in the music world, creating a vibe that you can’t help but be fascinated by every single moving part of, offering an experience with a multitude of differing coatings. At three and a half minutes in length, this soothing piece is one that’ll entangle you within its comforting arms and leave you lingering on every carefully crafted detail for weeks to come.

Despite its tranquil setting of sound, ‘Poster Boy’ finds itself drawing on much more significant and hard-hitting lyricism in a way that makes it easy to digest while casually listening along. Penned from his own experience growing up queer, Beljune found himself yearning for more LGBTQ+ representation in the media, only ever seeing people painted with negative connotations if shown at all. Opening with the hard-hitting lyric ‘poster boy, those eyes could drive me crazy’, there’s an immediate acknowledgement of this missing portrayal, an unashamed embracing of his identity that’s heart-wrenchingly swept under the rug by the world. Later singing ‘I’m asking why’, Beljune seemingly aches for these answers, not a hint of anger but pure disappointment and heartbreak to have been kept from an experience every straight person doesn’t have to fight for. Eager to make a difference, lines like ‘raise your voices’ seek to rally the masses, emphasising the importance of this representation and the continual drive to allow people to simply love and be seen for who they are. Perhaps the most striking line of the entire release rings out in the chorus though, almost embodying a child-like naivety as Beljune sings ‘I don’t understand why they can’t be my poster boy’ , a nod towards the youth who simply want to exist and cannot fathom why they cannot see people like themselves in the world around them. To be limited for simply being your true self is a position no one should be forced into, and Beljune writes incredibly candidly of this reality he lives within, determined to not just share his own story but make a difference in the world for those who need the representation he was robbed of.

Check out ‘Poster Boy’ here to soothingly whir along to Beljune’s feathery sound with an important message laced within.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

#tatiana

[briefnacholady]

Thoughts to myself this morning

Why does Kevin only come out of jungle when Patterson ruins my black red numbers

I feel less dumb about our first day in narrowing down how I am ruining life to

A man that posion my plants like girl

But shows up with fancy pens

To say he sorry

When he gonna show up with plants kill

3 to 6 weeks plans lolz

I already had lunch with our children to themselves

#aesthetic

[trashimoto]

Random nikei headcanon post because i have time to kill before work

Probably the thing hes most interested in thats closest to another “hobby” outside of his journalism is his special sodas. Id say 80% of his diet is soda and i think he collects rare bottles and stuff… you saw how excited he god about that discontinued soda in chapter 1!!!! I think its one of the only real things outside of journalism hes like super interested in lmfao.

Similarly this man functions off of soda and coffee primairly. He has bad insomnia pretty often combined with an insane caffeine intake + i think he doesnt rhe process behind going to bed becausenof the whole Lying in bed alone with your thoughts part as well as i think he has nightmares pretty often. I think more nights than most he ends up falling asleep at his desk writing than actually like going to bed.

^ I think back in void Hajime always lectured him about this and how its not good for him and Nikei NEVER wants to hear it. And then again in the killing game i think probably around chapter 3 eventually Setsuka started gently doing the same thing except he listened more LMFAO. And then chapter 4 on i think he got even less sleep on a regular basis because Jesus christ with the bruality of ch 3 bda i wouldny be able to sleep either

This is a rarity with my headcanons for most of my favoreire charaxters hinestly but i think hes compeltely straightedge. Mostly vecause of the party scene seeing as he didnt drink at all and i just cannot realistically see him even smoking weed LMFAO i think if he did hed get really paranoid. I think this is definetly the best option for him too.

I think hed be bad at driving honestly. I dont think he was able to get his license because he kept getting too overwhelmed with all the things to keep track of and like idk you dont have much of a control on what other people do when you drive so i think hed get super stressed. Also i think hed have awful road rage. I think he makes up excuses though instwad of just saying he cant drive and is liek UMMMM WELL I CAN INTERVIEW PEOPLE ON PUBLIC TRANSIT SOOO

I generally dont think he would trust doctors as well. Hes not very good at trusting people in general and i think he just avoids goijg to rhe doctors as much as he can because he thinks theyre out to get him or theyre going to lie to him or soemthing. I think also if a doctor prescribed him something ever hed be like yeah nice try eith your POSION PILLS asshole im too smart to take these(they are antibiotics and he juet gets more sick)

If you borrow a pen from him he will hunt you down and make you return it no matter what. Even if you already gave it back and he jist forgot

[poison-in-my-pen]

Zirconium (part 1 of 3)

A/N: I wrote this April 2020, I'm unsure of how this story came about, I think it was part dream mixed with a stream of consciousness. I hope you enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing it.

***

April-ish

It’s two months before Chris’ fortieth birthday and I’ve been planning a massive secret surprise party that involves stealth on my part. I feel as if he knows something is going on, I see the way he silently observes, but doesn’t say anything. I wonder if he knows? I hope he doesn’t know. Unbeknownst to me some info was leaked to the press and my life was about to abruptly change in ways I couldn’t imagine.

It was a gentle Saturday night in Boston and as I’ve learned about Chris, anytime he’s in his hometown family get-togethers are a way of life and after a few weeks in LA we definitely needed family time or he needed family time because my mother and sister were in my hometown of NYC.

The group that gathered were small, maybe ten people at most that included his parents, siblings and close friends. There was a range of meats on the grill, drinks, music and laughter. I was furthest away from the group leaning against the railing that overlooked the pool below listening to the chatter and gazing out at the setting sun.

Chris was in and out of the house being the gracious host, so I didn’t think anything of it when he disappeared inside with a friend, the friend came back out a few minutes later and I thought nothing of the look he gave me. Chris was nowhere to be seen. His friend said something to the group at the table and there was a hush and I felt a slithery sensation creep up my spine.

I’ll never forget this moment, I’ve played it over and over in my head. I remembered that the air smelled like it does before a rainstorm and I thought it was peculiar because rain wasn’t in the forecast, but the smell was palpable and thick. I saw Chris’ silhouette by the doorframe and then he approached, his eyes trained on me. As he walked past, the table that once spoke in hushed tones was now bone deep quiet. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. His beautiful and warm cerulean eyes that once looked at me with affection were now steely blackened orbs that pulled me into its dark tunnels and froze the flow of blood in my veins.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

I looked at him quizzically. “No.”

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and read what was leaked to the press.

“Wait, you're asking if I leaked that?”

“Did you?”

I took a step back unprepared for what was unfolding. “How could you ask such a thing?”

His eyes hardened. “Did you leak it, yes or no?

“No, I would never.”

The look of disgust on his face unbalanced my equilibrium and I felt myself sliding off my bones like a drunk holding onto the grass to keep from slipping off the earth. My heart broke in that moment and his family watching this unfold filled me with shame.

“Can we talk about this privately?” I heard myself say, but I was no longer in my body. I wasn’t this person, this is someone else.

“You’re looking me in the eyes and you're lying to me?”

“Chris, I didn't. I swear it. Please.”

He gave me a cutting look that rooted me to the ground, “I can’t even look at you right now,” and he stalked off.

I felt lightheaded and nauseous, I started shivering from the cold or the shame of having all eyes on me. I mustered up the breath of courage that I had and walked past his family into the house.

I went into the bedroom and gathered some things. I became stock-still when I felt a presence behind me, I exhaled a deep jagged breath when I saw his brother.

“I’ll talk to him. I know you would never do anything like this.”

I feign a smile, “no need. Can you give me a ride to the nearest hotel?

“Talk to him.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear, but my presence disgusts him.”

“He didn’t say that. Please, don’t run.”

I shook my head fighting back the tears. “You didn’t see the way he looked at me.”

Scott pulled me into his chest and gave me a hug. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Can you drive me to the nearest hotel?” I repeated. “Please.” I pleaded.

He nodded and we left.

An hour later after promising Scott that I would reach out to Chris. I was alone and in a dream state in a hotel room.

Did that really happen?

Post Note: Part 2 is queued for Monday and part 3 is queued for Tuesday!

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #posioned pen #poison in my ink #poisoned veins #poisoned pen #poisoned ink #poison in my pen #poison in my veins #fantasy fiction #fan fiction #fanfiction

[unusedghosts]

Day 25: Juliet and 26: Poison

#art #artists on tumblr #Inktober #inktober 2020 #Illustration #illustrators on tumblr #pen art #pen drawing #character design #concept art #visual development #original character #treehouse #juliet #bunny girl #rabbit girl #posion

[sparklypunk]

I didnt realize it but when i got sick that couple weeks ago I still got pay? Which nice I was kinda wondering when i was gonna get a sad paycheck for me sick days

#i need to start doing spreadsheets and keeping data #if i elwant to move out this year i need to start caring #my potential roommate (and cousin) is moving back sooner than expected which is great because #well im not spilling the tea on family to the internet anymore #but she isnt in a good situation and i couldnt imagine being stuck in the position shes in #anywats i will spill tea on myself #got so high yesterday i thought i was gonna die #which has never happened to me when smoking flower #like i couldnt breathe #my lips where white and blue. my face was as pale as could be. and my eyes were bloodshot. i honestly looked like a dead person? #i called my mom and she told me to hop in the shower #so i did with all my clothes ON cuz i was worried i was gonna pass out and that would be awkward if i was naked ya know #i thought my throat was closing up. that it was gonna be my last time outside taking my dog pee #that i would have to find a rational way to tell my coworkers why i wouldnt be coming into work tomorrow #and then my life flashed before my eyes and i really just didnt want to die #then my mom came home and gave me her inhaler and made me a burger #anways... u cant die from too much flower.. u can from too much pen/cartidges tho. and edibles #id youve had too much flower then hop in the cold shower preferably with little to no clothes. then eat. then drink. repeat over and over #if my mom didnt come home o was contemplating calling 911 😂 #its been over 12hrs so im fine... not dead of weed that my brain declared was posioned #im actually feeling mentally more sound.. like i needed the life or death sitatuion... what can i say? im dramatic #personal

[queenroseskull]

INKTOBER- Day 1 Prompt: Posionous Skull I'm doing it again and I hope I actually finish it this time! :)

#inktober #pen #skull #posionous #posion #creepy #ink #traditional art #elentori inktober 2k18 #inktober 2018 #my art

[farandaway123]

First Inktober so I'm testing out my skills!! The first photo with the snake was practice on September 30th, and the mushrooms are my October 1st prompt Posionous! Mushrooms really inspired me for this one so I really explored it.

#Inktober #inktober 2018 #inktober day 1 #inktober day one #Posionous #mushrooms #snake #natural hair #ink #pen #art #drawing #women #black women