#civillians

[smallcures]

[sparksinthenight]

Help #SouthAfrica become the next country to sign the #declaration to not use explosives in civilian areas.

Stop Bombing Civilians

[snowshowerwriting]

Привет!! it's ya boi dmitri here to humbly request some villain x civilian content, just anything where the Big Bad is rlly soft for their partner, maybe civilian comes in to bring them something during a meeting/interrogation and the villain just stops being terrifying for a sec to greet them fjjhdhjdf is that too specific-

Hero gulped, taking a step away from the control panel. Villain stood at the opposite end of the room, glaring at him with death written all over them. "How did you get in?" Villain took a step forwards, and Hero took one back. He had almost bumped into the control panel if it weren't for the hostile expression of Villain growing even more aggressive. Hero glanced back, and moved off to the side, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"Hey now, I- no one wants a fight in here out of all places, alright, Villain?" Hero spoke carefully as if treading on hot coals. The battery powering the entire machine was fragile and extremely reactive. If either Villain or Hero decided to spar out here, Hero was terrified to think how much damage would come upon the city. Villain didn't seem to back down though, instead. summoning the iconic electric blue lightning they were known for. Hero gulped, glancing back past the window at the reactor. Shit, he was in trouble, he needed to get out of here and get out of here quickly. His team waited above the building, already evacuating people away from the area. That wouldn't work- they needed to go--

"Hey, hun, there you are!" A third voice caught both Hero and Villain off guard. Temporarily, both of them halted their powers and looked at the doorway. It had opened up to a sweet-looking person, quite a few inches shorter than Villain. They glanced at Villain with a smile of an angel, before catching sight of Hero, seemingly surprised to see him. "Oh, you didn't tell me that you had guests over?" They walked towards Villain, carrying a tupperware.

The change in Villain's behaviour had made Hero fumble even more. Villain's stance dropped, and they turned their full attention onto their lover, giving Hero a side-glare. "Ah, he's not a guest, darling. Sorry, I didn't think you'd stop by today?" They spoke in a soft tone that Hero thought their nemisis could never carry. "I was just seeing them out, Lover," they gave a small smile, as the other had came and wrapped an arm lovingly around Villain.

Ohhh, the hero understood now...sort of.. but Villain?? Really? No way they could grow soft enough for a lover. Hero got completely sidetracked for a minute, before he realized that Villain and Lover was staring at them expectantly. "Right, Hero?" Villain's eyebrow shot up.

"What?"

"You were just about to leave?"

"Oh, uhhh right. Uh huh, I was just um...going.. Gotta y'know... protect the city and stuff." Hero muttered, slowly walking to the door, taking the long way around to avoid getting closer to the couple.

Lover's eyes lit up, recalling something. "Oh! Would you like cookies? I was just dropping them off, but there's more than enough for you!" They offered. Villain pouted, poking their shoulder.

"Do we have to share? I mean, those were for me and my co-workers, right? And Hero isn't- well, not technically my co-worker."

Lover rolled their eyes playfully, flicking Villain's shoulder. "I am always baking you things at home," they chuckled, before turning to Hero and gesturing to the tupperware filled with cookies.

Hero shook his head, giving a nervous smile. "Ah, haha, no I've gotta get going. But um, thanks for the offer?"

Both Lover and Villain shrugged in response, helping themselves to the delicious treats as Hero made a dash for their nearest escape route, thinking What the hell did I just witness?

[thecanadiancomedian]

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[waterfallwritings]

WorldBuilding! Pt.4 - What Do Civilians Know About Monsters & Magic?

This is the fourth part of my worldbuilding series about A Selkies Home! (< link to wip intro!) Links to previous parts are below! Also, I’ve decided to include a fifth part to this, even though this was supposed to be the last. So stay tuned for Part 5 - Magic & Witches!

Part 1 - Selkies & Their Pods

Part 2 - Myrddin & Tritons (aka basically all about Adrian’s homeland)

Part 3 - Monster Hunters (and allllll about Nico & Lorelai’s complicated relationship)

In this part, however, we will be learning all about what the average person knows about the existence of the “monsters”, magic, and creatures that abound throughout the story!

In A Selkie’s Home, out of the 4 official main characters, only one of them is a normal human. We’ve also got a selkie, a triton, and a sea witch!

Morgan, our selkie, and Adrian, the triton, are both in human forms and try to keep their true identities a secret from everyone. Lorelai the sea witch, however, occassionally shows off her magic.

So with these creatures and more all gallivanting about, throughout normal human villages and towns, what on earth do people usually think of them? How much do they even know?

The answer? It varies. 

Some humans know about the existence of some magical creatures, and learned about them through their line of work, a family member, a coveted ancient book, or perhaps they even met one!

Most people know of the “myth” of selkies coming to land on their own as humans, and quite a number of people believe it to be true. Some of these people consider them monsters, some fear them, others welcome their presence as one might welcome the presence of a deer on a forest path. Most don’t know how to tell a selkie from a human, though. 

Very, very, few people even know of the existence of tritons. They have been excellent at hiding their city from humans for centuries, and usually a triton never leaves Myrddin. The only ones who know of their existence are some monster hunters-- though others consider them mere legend--and some high-ranking officials, and some researchers believe them to exist.

As for witches? .... Well, most people believe that although magic exists, humans cannot obtain, harness, or use it. It exists solely in some creatures. Almost everyone, out of the average people (monster hunters not included), agrees that if witches do exist, they should be killed on sight. They’re a threat, an enemy. Witches-- and monster hunters-- know better. :)

In general, people know that some creatures are out there, but most let them be and choose to forget about them. However, many would attempt to catch and sell a creature to monster hunters if they found and identified one, as a live one, depending on the species, could easily catch a high price. Most others, out of fear, may try to kill one on sight if they knew it wasn’t a human or normal animal. But some people, of course, not many, believe that unknown creatures exist somewhere out there, and that some are peaceful.

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[shemakesmusic-uk]

deux furieuses drop second single ‘Civillians’

‘Civilians’ is the second track to be taken from deux furieuses forthcoming second album My War is Your War (out 18 October 2019 on Xtra Miles Recordings).

‘Civilians’ is inspired, as the band explain, by a "robot politician on TV denying what was clearly true", the brutalised riff tackling the demise of empathy for our shared humanity in a post-truth world.

Musically and lyrically, ‘Civilians’ is indicative of the long-player My War is Your War. The forthcoming album expands on the punk duo’s debut album Tracks of Wire by taking the predecessor’s post-punk and Riot Grrrl influences and injecting it with a darker, angrier rock sound.  It is an impassioned sonic energy that represents the alarming rise of social injustices and right-wing power since the debut’s release.

Photo credit: Dan Donovan

[officialleehadan]

Barroom Brawl

Callen Tor was a tall man, but not a big one. His frame was more wiry than bulky, although Cora would bet he punched well above his weight and would probably cheat given the slightest opportunity. Tattoos crawled down his forearms, an abstract collection of elemental fractals and tunes, with the marks of supernatural beings mixed in here and there.

It wa possibly the beat combination of magic and ink that Cora had seen since she first learned about tattoo magic from a wizened old yakuza lady in Japan. At a thought, any of those tattoos would wake, and Callen could unleash the devastating magic they channeled.

Far faster than actual spell-casting, although there was a good chance he could do that too.

“You’re a hard man to find,” Cora told him, as she slid into his favorite booth, cunningly chosen for its’ magnificent view of the whole bar. Months of tracking him, and she had finally pieced it together.

After a heist, he disappeared for six months to a year. After he came back to the city, he began putting together a crew fo his next big heist. It was clever. Made it hard to pin anything on him, since he wasn’t around for questioning.

Not that it mattered. His heists were always shiny clean. Professional. Everything they had on him was questionable at the very best, and completely unfounded except that he was the only one who could have pulled it off, so it had to be him.

Frankly, Cora was surprised he was still in town, considering his father’s murder.

Oddly, that made her wonder if he had actually done it. It broke his pattern, and generally the best of the best kept to their patterns religiously.

“You’re a brave cop, to walk into this bar,” Tor noted. He had a heavy slums accent going, but something about it sounded like an affectation. If she had to guess, it was to make people think he was stupid. “There are men from all three Families having a poker game in the back. Jackknife is three tables over, and pretty much no one here likes anyone with a badge.”

“Except firefighters. We like them.”

Cora bit off a curse.

Rao Byrn. Callen Tor’s best friend, half demon, and probable demon-pactmate. Even without the demonic aspect, he was a huge man with immense bulging muscles and a fondness for fighting that wouldn’t be out of place in the MMA ring.

Cora didn’t think she could take them both on in a fight. One or the other maybe, but together they were a serious problem, and that was assuming she was quick enough to kill Tor’s magic before he leveled the building.

Fortunately, neither of them seemed to be inclined to fight. At least not yet.

Byrn had two fresh beers and passed his partner one before he sat down, a wary eye on the rest of the bar.

“We do like the firefighters,” Tor agreed, and slid his nachos over so Byrn could get at them. “But they barely count as badges. You, on the other hand...”

“Technically I’m not a cop either,” Cora said, and saw a flicker of interest cross Tor’s eyes. “I’m here about the murder of Breton Tor.”

Callen Tor immediately, and rudely, spat on the floor, which summed up his feelings on his father rather well.

“Wasn’t me, but I wish it was,” he said with a venomous smile. “And before you get any bright ideas, Lisette has been in France all month, and it wasn’t her ether.”

That part Cora knew already. Lisette Tor was much easier to pin down than her brother. Born a natural beauty, she spent a great deal of her time modeling. Presently she was the favorite muse of a particularly renowned painter who kept her in high style.

Cora wondered what her painter friend though of Lisette’s criminal brother. Probably not much, since Tor was pretty much in a class of his own as a thief, and the only thing on his record was aggravated assault from years earlier.

“I’m looking for the person who did it,” Cora told him casually, and took an easy swing of her own beer. “You might not mind that Breton was murdered-“

“Properly pleased, really,” Byrn corrected her. He had an accent, but for the life of her, Cora couldn’t place it. Somewhere between Irish and Russian, but distinctly neither. “Wouldn’t mind buying them a drink if we found out who it was.”

“So no idea who would want him dead badly enough to beat him, torture him, and cut his throat to the bone?”

Cora kept her voice light, but they all knew the question for the trap it was.

Byrn roared with laughter as Tor chuckled into his beer.

“Genuinely no idea,” he told her when he managed to stop laughing. And had elbowed his huge friend to quiet the games of laughter to some decidedly undignified snickering. “The shorter list would be people who didn’t want him dead. It’s not like my asshole sire made himself well-liked.”

“Anyone besides you at the top of that list?”

“Lisette,” Tor grinned and took a sip of his beer, flashing more deep tattoos spiraling up under his sleeves, “Rao, here. Any of the Family Men he screwed over in the last lifetime or so. He was popular. Take your pick.”

“Name names for me, Tor,” Cora said, although she really wasn’t surprised it was going this way. No one ever took Tor for an idiot. At least, not more than once. “The faster we do this, the sooner I go away.”

“But we were just starting to like you,” Byrn said cheerfully, still chuckling. “Askin’ Cal would want Breton Tor dead. Funny, you are.”

“I don’t see the joke,” Cora said. She was fishing for information and they knew it, but it might pay off. A sorcerer and a demon were always worth watching, and like it or not, blood called to blood. “And I could use a name or three.”

“Last time I saw him, he was blackmailing me into a heist,” Tor finally coughed up some real information and Cora hurried to write it down. “We had words, and I didn’t see him again after that. About a week later he turned up dead.”

“By words...?” Cora was still hoping for just a little more, and something told her this would be important. “WhT do you mean by that?”

“He beat the shit out of me,” Tor said bitterly, and hiked up his shirt to show more tattoos and a set of deep, half-heeled bruises. “I put him through a wall, pretty polite no considering, and left.”

“Sounds like motive.”

“If you had grounds, I would already be in cuffs.”

Before Cora could reply, the door blasted open and sent shards of wood across the dirty floor.

A dozen men rushed in, clad in unmarked body armor. Each carried a heavy semiautomatic rifle, and they moved like trained professionals.

Byrn and Tor shot to their feet even as Cora kicked over the metal table and took a knee behind it, scant but vital cover.

The new arrivals raised their rifles even as the bar dissolved into chaos. Bullets went everywhere, and Cora was deeply grateful for the thick metal blocking the worst of the fire.

“Friends of yours?” Tor ducked into her cover, closely followed by Byrn. With a snap of his fingers, a shield appeared around them, blocking the rain of bullets. “Lot of firepower for a conversation!”

“They’re not with me!” Cora snapped and pulled her gun. Body armor or no, a good shot would drop a man just fine, and did when she methodically began targeting kneecaps. “You think the cops would storm a place with one of their own inside?”

“Thought you weren’t a cop,” Byrn rumbled and began flinging hands of almost-black fire at the men across the room. Screams announced his aim was good. “Are they badges?”

Cora stole a quick glance and spotted another man, with expensive-looking bodyguards beside him, behind the strike team.

“Callen Tor!” The man yelled when the gunfire slowed, and was only punctuated by groans of pain from the injured. “Come out now or we burn you out!”

“They really don’t know us,” Tor said to Byrn, a sardonic smile on his face. “Thinking fire will bother us one bit. Just sloppy, really.”

“Want me to-“

“Probably best if you don’t.”

“Right-o. Tell me if you change your mind.”

Cora really wished they would use human words, and not the language of two old friends who mostly communicated in shrugs and incomprehensible jokes. “Go live me a minute. I’ll get backup on the way, if hey aren’t already from the gunfire.”

“Don’t bother,” Tor said tightly, and jerked a thumb upwards. “This is the slums. Gunfire is as common as rain here and cops aren’t welcome. Rao, the sprinklers.”

“On it,” Byrn agreed, and blasted the piles above the strike team. Water poured down and soaked the men thoroughly. “Enough?”

“More than enough.” Tor yanked up his sleeves to display cat paw-prints shaped from lightning bolts. They blazed to life and sent electricity crackling over his hands. “Get down Badge. Don’t want to cook you in those cute boots of yours.”

With that he sent a cat made of lightning prowling out around their shelter.

“Try not to kill them,” Cora said, even as the gunfire slowed, and then ceased as men went down, twitching as the cat stalked them, electric paws deep in the growing puddle beneath them. “Irma hard to convince cops to protect a guy who killed twelve guys by himself.”

“They’re not dead,” Tor drawled, and peered over the table and through his shield. “Hey mister! You coming in to talk? I’m not dead!”

There was no answer. When Cora peeked out herself, the man was gone.

His lackeys were already being zip tied, no doubt by Family soldiers, called when the gunfire started.

“Congratulations, Callen Tor,” she said as got to her feet and tucked her gun back under her coat. “Someone has an axe to grind against you.”

“They aren’t the first, and they won’t be the last,” Tor said, but all trace of joking drawl was gone, and only icy seriousness remained in its place. “And they’re going to have to be much, much better than this to take me alive.”

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