the truth is a weapon

Another character that kind of has a fucked up premise



is Wonder Woman.

Imagine you’re raised in this utopian, women only warrior society (this part isn’t fucked up) and you’re taught all about how outside of your society which is magically shielded by super-science/magic

there lies “man’s world.”

Man’s world is just horrible and fucked and violent place you hear stories about and the people who inhabit it and you reach a point growing up where you probably think “okay mom, it’s probably not that bad. Shit I bet men don’t even really exist you’re just fucking with me.”

And then a fucking man shows up on your island. He’s not at all like the ones that you’ve heard about. He’s not some violent monster who wants to ruin everything he touches. He’s a good dude. You decide you want to go see man’s world, you fight for the right to become your peoples champion and ambassador. It’s your job to share with man’s world the wonders of Amazonian society.

You get to man’s world and it’s fucking astounding. There are crazy tall buildings and cars and ice cream and all these different cultures and music and it’s just fucking mind blowing.

And there are lots of men. They’re walking down the street side by side with women. They aren’t murdering them, they aren’t reducing things to cinders. Obviously all the stories your mother told you were horse shit.

But then you start to pull back the curtain. You hear and see men disrespect women on the street. You go to the mall and wonder why all the mannequins are the same size if all the women clearly aren’t. You see all these magazines telling women what’s wrong with them, what they have to do to please men. That’s when you start wondering what’s up with this world.

You find out women are paid less then men, that no woman has ever been the leader of the United States, you see crime statistics, and you find out that this Steve Trevor, who you really thought was a good person, is an agent of a government that has declared the assaults on female soldiers “occupational hazards.”

Then you realize it’s not just the United States, it’s all over “man’s world.”

It hits you that this place is even worse than all the stories you heard.

And the worst part about it is: the gods that you’ve been raised to worship and fear, the gods that you know fucking exist, don’t want to do shit about it.

Imagine what that would do to you?

I wanna read about that Wonder Woman, the Year One Wonder Woman who’s like jesus in the temple flipping shit over. I wanna read about the Wonder Woman who’s so appalled by the conditions of man’s world she marches into the UN and tells everyone off. The Wonder Woman who meets a crying girl on a street corner, finds out that her boyfriend just laid hands on her and then goes and cuts off his hands.

Writers too often fall back on all that mythology shit as if Medusa and hydras and gorgons are the worst monsters that Diana can fight.

The monsters Wonder Woman should be fighting are the ones her mother told her about as a kid

#no wonder Hollywood is so afraid to make a WW movie #she would call out all their shit with her lasso of truth and truth is a sharper weapon than a sword (dealanexmachina)

Prompt List: One-liners 2!

A second list of one sentence prompts of various types.

  • “We have to be prepared to make the tough decisions.”
  • “I don’t want God’s job.”
  • “I only feel calm when I’m bleeding.”
  • “I am the law here.”
  • “Technology is only as foolproof as the people who make it.”
  • “Why is there blood on my hand?”
  • “There is nothing they can say to me that’s worse than what I’ve told myself.”
  • “No, not you too.”
  • “Can’t miss what I never knew.”
  • It’s easier to accept than to refuse.
  • “I will be the common enemy which unites them.”
  • “The world would be far less interesting without the pain.”
  • “Honestly, I’m afraid of you.”
  • “How was I supposed to know there was a bomb!?”
  • “It’s going to be okay because brother is here.”
  • “It’s funny, in that dark terrible way I mean.”
  • “I’m not the first you’ve done this with, am I?”
  • “I’ll never say that everything’s alright.”
  • “If I told you the truth, you would regret asking.”
  • “The closest thing to being happy that I have ever felt is numbness.”
Critique, the oily beast

Hi, it’s me again.

Below is a text of personal opinions that I’ve decided to share, concerning a downside of constructive criticism, and it might read as an angry rant. I apologize for that. Before I begin, I also want to point out that I’m not targeting anyone specifically. What I am doing is sharing my views on a behaviour that I’m not fond of. Parts of it is tongue-in-cheek, but the subject might be touchy. Wall of words after the cut, if you want to read it:

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Do not attempt to intimidate me.
My teeth are sharp. Divinity burns in my veins and holy scripture echoes in my throat.
I watched your creation.
I saw the beginning.

I am gentle by nature.
I am full of love, and it is freely given.

But make no mistake,
angels are weaponized light, given dangerous form.
And there is much of me that remembers.

Persona protagonists being cool in their final boss fights (Spoilers, obviously)

Minato (P3): Subdues Death itself by pointing at it.

Yu (P4): Throws off his glasses, showing he no longer needs them to see through Izanami’s fog of lies and summons Izanagi-no-Okami to blast her with weaponized truth.

Akira (P5): Uses the public’s belief and support of him and his friends to SUMMON A 100 STORY DEMON LORD TO SHOOT THE BIG BAD IN HIS FACE WITH A GIANT GUN THAT SHOOTS A BULLET MADE OF PURE SIN.

its au time you sons of hecks

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anonymous asked:

Is it possible to get into how would someone train if they were to choose a staff as a weapon? In my story, I have a young girl that wants to learn basic self defense and staff training sounds plausible enough, I don't want her to be an absolute badass and she's just learning in case of an emergency. I hope this makes sense ):

You can gain sufficient skill with the staff to use it as a self-defense weapon within a few weeks. You won’t master it in a month, but it’s conceivable to fight with it. It is one of the fastest, simplest, and easiest weapons to learn. The most important thing she’ll need to remember to do is maintain her body’s conditioning (exercise) and keep her basic skills sharp (practice). Self-defense doesn’t work as a one off training and forget, it’s a situation where you either use it or lose it.

The holistic martial arts discipline where you progress through hand to hand to weapons combat is a mostly Eastern tradition in martial arts, this includes India. European tradition isn’t anywhere near as structured, you can start with the staff. Unlike other weapon types, staff training often begins with a real wooden staff, and if we’re going with European tradition then the weapon will most likely be made out of oak. Oak is heavy, heavy staves hurt when they hit you… a lot. You will get hit in training… a lot. In weapon’s training with a partner, we pay for our mistakes with bruises. Getting past the fear of being hit is one of the major components of this training type. Your partner’s weapon can easily slip, slide down the shaft, and hit your unprotected fingers. Learning how to stop that from happening is part of the training.

This is the truth of every weapon type in training: the weapon will punish you when you make mistakes with it. The more dangerous the weapon, the more detrimental the initial injuries.

The staff starts with deep bruises and, if you’re truly unlucky, broken bones (especially broken fingers). Broken collarbones are not outside the range of unusual. This is nothing compared to a weapon like the three sectioned staff where even beginner’s training can net you a concussion.

Unironically, the post I made recently about Nine Steps for Training Techniques applies to how we go about training on weapons. The staff has a straightforward basic move set, the strikes form a cross-shaped pattern across the body high (head) low (thigh) to low (thigh) high (head), then thrust to stomach, bring down on top of head or low the other way into the groin. When partnered with another human being, you practice these strikes together with one person performing the strikes and the other the blocks. The blocks for the staff are matching to the cross-shaped pattern, high low to low high, then bring the staff up horizontal to catch the strike to the top of the head, and a half step back from the thrust to knock it away with the tip of the staff. You can also bring the staff across the body to strike either side of the rib cage. A practiced staff user can shift between all these strikes without the pattern.

The staff is sized to the wielder, usually coming up to around their forehead rather than the top of the head. Your hands on the staff act like a fulcrum, redirecting as you go. You want your hands set wide enough to keep a solid, balanced, and controlled grip on the weapon while also providing you with the freedom to go at speed. This is difficult because your hands are going to want to naturally come together as you practice

The most important thing to remember about the staff is that both ends are weapons. Unless you’re gripping it by it’s bottom, one end is always going to be moving behind you. Most common staff injury when training is bruised knuckles. You can also break your fingers. When sparring with a heavy staff, you will be wearing pads and you will still get bruises. Those bruises may be deep, and sometimes go all the way down to the bone.

Never forget, your weapon senses your weakness. Soft defense leads to debilitating injury, even just in practice. You must be firm, fierce, focused, and unafraid of the pain you will inevitably receive. Learn to be stalwart. (Yes, this is a learned attitude and not one we start with.)

A weapon is never safe.

After practice, your arms will be tired due not just to moving but being on the receiving end of impact when the staves clash. There is no way to avoid this, you simply build resistance via experience. Learning how to keep hold of your staff in the middle of conflict that is trying to knock the weapon from them with each hit made by you or your enemy is necessary. Vibration will travel down the length of the staff to your hands, and that’s what you need to worry about wearing your arms out rather than weight.

Staves can and do break or fracture bones on impact when moving at speed, arms, legs, ribs, heads, feet, etc. They are bludgeoning weapons. When moving at speed in a practice bout, this can happen to you especially if you’re not wearing protection. (Wear protection.) This is not a gentle weapon or a soft one. It is useful too because of its range advantage over shorter weapons, but keep in mind that range means range. The closer the enemy comes, the less useful the staff gets. Your character is responsible for maintaining the fight range at which her weapon is useful. She’s going to need to get creative if the fight starts right next to her.

She’s gonna get her staff knocked out of her hands by whoever is instructing her the first few times because holding onto it does hurt a lot more than we anticipate when we start practicing defense. They’re going to teach her how to defend first though. You learn techniques then ratchet up at a steady pace to ferret out holes in defense.

It is natural for her to be nervous or even afraid of the weapon in the beginning, though she’ll overcome that. No one likes pain, and pain is an unavoidable side effect of weapon’s training. Hand to hand works it’s way up to basic injuries, but weapon’s will nail you coming and going. We’ll hit ourselves, our partner will hit us, we’ll make mistakes, and we pay for them. Usually, it’s just bruises.

There are, of course, stances and footwork associated with staff training but that’s ironically more complex than it needs to get right now.

For endurance training with the staff, outdoors on a variety of terrain is helpful. This includes beaches, on uneven terrain, in forests, in fields, in rivers, etc. All these will help the student learn to navigate different terrain and learn the detriments of fighting in various environments. They also build strength. Sand and water will both sap away strength due to the focus required to maintain balance on soft surfaces and water’s resistance/drag when it comes to movement. They may also teach her how to fight on stairs.

Staff training will provide her with the base necessary to move on to polearms like spears or even some swords if she wants to in the future. Staves with their heads and butts shod in iron as a defense against blades (and extra damage) were also common.

Due to this being self-defense, the focus of her training is going to be on using her staff to create escape opportunities rather than engaging in prolonged conflict.

For more on this topic, you can check out our staff training tag.


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“Let’s face it. We live in a command-based system, where we have been programmed since our earliest school years to become followers, not individuals. We have been conditioned to embrace teams, the herd, the masses, popular opinion – and to reject what is different, eccentric or stands alone. We are so programmed that all it takes for any business or authority to condition our minds to follow or buy something is to simply repeat a statement more than three or four times until we repeat it ourselves and follow it as truth or the best trendiest thing. This is called “programming” – the frequent repetition of words to condition us how to think, what to like or dislike, and who to follow.”  ~ Suzy Kassem


“Heirs: The Scent of Revenge” - [ Tom Hiddleston / Jeremy Irons - One shot].

Based on: Imagine: Tom’s reaction when you get home late one night, and after falling asleep on the couch waiting for you, he opens the door and as you walk past him, he catches a whiff of another man’s cologne.

Imagine: Tom cheated on you with one of your best friends before getting married. So your revenge is hooking up with his father, Jeremy. Tom feels guilty, apologizes and begs you to get back with him. Jeremy walks in and looks at Tom saying, “My son, what a huge mistake you made.”

Written by: A.Wölf.


Not even the high levels of caffeine in his bloodstream could keep Thomas awake.

One, two, three. One, two, three strong cups of coffee later and he still felt his eyelids heavy, his blue eyes not maintaining focus anymore until they finally defeated what was left of his willingness around 3:15 am, and closed as he fell asleep on the couch. Not having slept the previous night made it easier for his body to give in, not to mention the emotional pain he had felt which now resided in his back in the form of multiple knots, thus turning into physical discomfort as well.

He had been waiting for her to return home, but after the recent events, it’d be a miracle if she did. After a terrible indiscretion was committed by a friend, she found out that her husband had cheated on her before their wedding, which had taken place no longer than five months prior to the unfortunate discovery. The sleepless night was spent arguing until she locked herself in their bedroom and left Tom in the living room.

“You bastard!” the wife had cried against the door as she sank to the floor with a broken heart.

On the other side, Tom did the same thing but remained silent, accepting the consequences while running his fingers through his hair, looking hopeless.

A couple hours after the sun came out, he could hear her moving things inside their bedroom, he wasted no time and made himself useful in the kitchen. He washed and diced some fruit, cooked eggs and waffles, even made freshly squeezed orange juice before setting the table. And just as he finished, in perfect timing, his wife came out of the bedroom, already dressed and with her purse hanging over her shoulder as she wrapped a purple silk hair scarf around her head.

They locked eyes in utter silence, and Tom tried to show her a friendly smile but she broke eye contact to glance at the perfectly set table. Tom cleared his throat and shifted in his spot. And just like everything had abruptly changed between them, so had the weather; gray clouds had covered the sun and a heavy summer rain had started to fall.

“Uhm, I thought we could have breakfast together”, he said timidly.

The wife let out a breathy chuckle and walked towards the door. But before she even reached for the knob, Tom had already taken three long strides to block the exit.

“Where are you going?” he gently asked, trying to remain collected.

“You have no right to ask me anything”, she said in a quiet yet firm tone.

Tom looked away and sighed, looking upset for a split second but trying to come up with any reason to make her stay.

“It’s raining”.

“Get out of the way, Thomas”.

“Please don’t do this. Let’s talk”.

She ignored him and brushed past him to finally open the door. If the situation hadn’t been as serious, perhaps he would’ve touched her, grabbed her gently by the arm to stop her but he knew it wasn’t a wise thing to do. He wasn’t giving up anyway.

“I made breakfast”, he insisted.

She turned around to face him again and frowned while blinking several times before showing him a sarcastic smile.

“I do wonder, my love. If things had been the other way around… if I had slept with another man and made you an apology breakfast, would you have forgiven me?”

Tom’s lips parted, he was hurt but by nothing but the truth, so at last he let her go.

He spent the whole day waiting for her. The sun had set and she was nowhere to be seen. He tried calling her twice but there was no answer. By 11pm, the lack of sleep caught up with him, and he decided to make some coffee.

The sound of her keys woke Tom.

He sat up on the couch, looking confused, and glanced at his watch. He got up in a rush but his drowsiness made his movements clumsy, and yet he managed to beat her at opening the door. She looked up at him as soon as he did and seemed startled.

“It’s almost 5 in the morning”, Tom said sounding utterly displeased.

“Yeah, so?” She challenged.

Tom pushed his hair back trying to feel awake.

“I was worried, I-” but he stopped talking when she walked past him.

He frowned when he caught her scent, an unnerving mixture of the perfume she used and he loved, notoriously eclipsed by a man’s cologne; Her notes of pink pepper, lilac, peach, amber, and patchouli, stained with strong bergamot, nutmeg, clove, sandalwood and lemon.

A man had marked his territory.

Tom’s first instinct was to reach out and grip her arm.

“Where were you?”

“Don’t touch me!” She said trying to break free in vain.

“Where were you!?” Tom repeated between gritted teeth, “Who were you with!?”

His wife let out an amused giggle, somehow, it scared him and he absentmindedly loosened his grip around her arm for a split second but didn’t really let go.

“Jeez, Tom, your true colors are showing”, she said.

Tom pulled her closer to him in a rough manner.

“Quit fucking around”, he warned.

“Do you honestly believe you have the right to ask me that?”

“I know you were with someone. Just tell me the truth”.

Of all the weapons she fought with, her silence was the most violent. It was torturing him, and the more he stared at her the more details he picked on about the change in her appearance from the time she had left the house until then; her hair and clothes looked different, even her expression of anger seemed to have softened and turned into pride or something else.

She showed a demure and empty smile.

“You’re projecting, darling”, she whispered, and Tom let go with a clenched jaw.

She walked towards the bedroom but stopped and stared at her husband one last time.

“But then again”, she added, “There are some things in the world better off not knowing”.

Tom was beyond confused, he knew that his wife was mad but this was something else. Something had changed and she was acting out of spite, deliberately trying to hurt him back.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“Goodnight, darling”, she said sweetly while blowing a kiss in his direction before locking herself in the bedroom again.

Tom made tight fists, and felt like punching a wall, like trashing their place and even thought about going after her, kicking the door down and forcing her to tell him the truth. But this was his punishment, he knew. He didn’t really know whether she had been with someone or not. She was playing mind games. The uncertainty would eat him alive until she decided to speak, that is, if she ever did. But how could he demand answers after what he had done? And what could he do about it anyway?

“Perhaps, not knowing is better…” he thought.

“You look good”, Tom said as soon as he walked into his father’s bedroom, and leaned against the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

He hadn’t seen him in a couple months. Father and son never had the best relationship. Daddy had been absent most of the time, working, and the few moments he shared with his son, had always been characterized by a peculiar coldness. The more Tom grew up the more he tried to impress his father which wasn’t an easy thing to do, especially when he already had it all; prestige, money, a family.

The family was incomplete and had been for a while now.    

“I feel like a million bucks”, Jeremy said with raised eyebrows and in a playful tone.

He was standing before his mirror, fixing his bow tie and getting ready to attend an awards ceremony. He glanced at his son’s reflection.

“Surprisingly though”, he added, “I didn’t really get much sleep last night”.

“That makes two of us”, Tom murmured.

Jeremy walked towards the bathroom.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to”, he said.

Tom walked towards the unmade bed and sat down before grabbing a picture frame from the nightstand. It was a photograph of Jeremy and his late wife, Tom’s mother, on their wedding day.

“Mother would have never allowed it”.

Jeremy smiled to himself as he applied cologne on his neck. Then he grabbed his watch and put it on.

“She’d also go bonkers if she saw this mess”, Tom said while his eyes traveled around his father’s bedroom, “Whatever happened here?”

“Ah… yes. The maid will take care of it when we leave”.

A familiar scent suddenly invaded Tom’s nostrils, and he stared at his father who was standing before the mirror again, putting on his jacket. It had to be just his mind playing tricks on him, the sleep deprivation. He rested his elbows on his knees and shut his eyes briefly while running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath to shake away the malicious thought but the smell wouldn’t fade. And then he saw it; right there on the floor, next to his left foot.

“Ready to leave?” his father had asked but Tom had gone deaf, and his fingers trembled as he reached for the purple silk fabric.

“You son of a bitch”, Tom whispered.

Jeremy’s lips parted when he noticed what his son had found. His mind flashed back to the previous day.

He had put on his trench coat, ready to leave the house to attend a work meeting when he opened the door and found his son’s wife standing on his porch, soaking wet from the rain, about to knock. Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows, looking worried and confused.

“What are you doing here, child?” He asked looking over her shoulder to find no companion.

She was trembling, so he took his coat off and put it over her shoulders as he let her into his home.

“What happened?” he asked, “Is Tom with you?”

“Y-your son…” she stammered, “He cheated on me”.

Jeremy froze, and surprise and disappointment were evident in his expression. He dragged a hand down his face and looked around, expecting to find the maid standing there.

“Carol? Carol!”, he yelled.

“Yes, sir?” the old woman asked joining them in the foyer.

“Change of plans. I’ll be eating here”.

Tom’s wife stared at her father-in-law as he told the maid to prepare them a special soup or any warm meal. She had always liked Jeremy, and he had always been nice to her, but she was there for other reasons, and the nervousness made her stomach clench. When the woman left, he gave her his whole attention again.

“Good God, I don’t know what to tell you”, he said looking genuinely concerned.

Jeremy placed his hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

“You’ll tell me all about it later, alright? First, we need to get you out of these clothes or you’re going to get s-”

She suddenly pressed her lips against his, interrupting him with a long and slow kiss. And when they pulled away, Jeremy was speechless, just swallowing hard and staring at her lips while the taste of her urgency traveled down his throat. She hadn’t come to find solace, or to tell on his son as if they were children. She had come for revenge. And for the first time in years, Jeremy, hard-working, routine-driven, widower Jeremy… was thrilled.

Tom carefully rose up from the bed, his eyes still glued to the hair scarf in his hands. He was speechless, outraged by his wife’s actions, by his father’s. Jeremy tightened his jaw, put his hands inside his pockets and took three slow steps closer to him. If he had never been warm towards his son before, this certainly wasn’t the moment to change that but to shamelessly emphasize it instead.

“My son, what a huge mistake you made”.

Tom had gotten his answer, and confirmed what he had wondered in the midst of chaos with his wife at home the previous night; it would have been better for him not to have known a thing.

Everything I Meant to Say - Part 2

Rating: E

Summary: Cassian sends the wrong message at the wrong time.

(Modern AU)

A/N:  You’re all such complete Nessian garbage, it makes me so proud. Thank you for all your lovely notes and comments; they mean the world.

Tagging these babes: @aelin-and-feyre, @dreamingofazriel, @dreamilyzealousbird, @ofstarsanddreams, @mylifeisafangirl, @manonsbitch, @wolffrising, @mywritingbox, @atya-malik133, @rowanismybae, @escapingtheconstrictingboxes, @cynthiagrae, @blxckbeak, @photofeesh, @helloprinceling, @empress-ofbloodshed; @voiceoftheroses, @poisonbooknerd, @watermelonwiggle17, @cmhmama, @seashade, @celaena-sardothiien, @deathbytitanium, @rekaro12@firelordwinterlegolas221basgard, @pattyb324-blog

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“What should I say?”

“What do you want to say?” asked Elain.

If there was one person in the world who knew Nesta better than Cassian did, it was Elain. A very grumpy Elain who didn’t appreciate being called over to his apartment so early in the morning, especially after spending a late night with his brother. The only way he could convince her not to say anything to Azriel was to promise to make her breakfast.

So here they were—mulling over Nesta’s text message over eggs, toast, and coffee. Or rather, Cassian was mulling it over with all the brutality of a coroner examining a murder victim while Elain was mulling it over with all the interest of a tarot reader divining her cards. Just what future did she see for him?

“Cassian,” Elain prodded gently. “What do you want to say?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I was hoping you could tell me.”

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Perilous Poisons: List of Adventurer’s Afflictions

Link to Perilous Poisons Masterpost

Assassin’s Blood
Ingested, DC 10 Constitution saving throw
The target takes 6 (1d12) poison damage and is Poisoned for 24 hours. On a successful save, the creature takes half damage and isn’t Poisoned.

Assassin’s Poison
Injury, DC 15 Constitution saving throw
The target takes 24 (7d6) poison damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.

Burnt Othur Fumes
Inhaled, DC 13 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or take 10 (3d6) poison damage, and must repeat the saving throw at the start of each of its turns. On each successive failed save, the character takes 3 (1d6) poison damage. After three successful saves, the poison ends.

Carrion Crawler Mucus
Contact, DC 13 Constitution save
The target must succeed a saving throw or be poisoned for 1 minute. Until this poison ends, the target is paralyzed. The target can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the poison on itself on a success.

Drow Poison
 Injury, DC 13 Constitution save
The target must succeed a saving throw or be Poisoned for 1 hour. If the saving throw fails by 5 or more, the creature is also Unconscious while Poisoned in this way. The creature wakes up if it takes damage or if another creature takes an action to shake it awake.

Essence of Ether
Inhaled, DC 15 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or become Poisoned for 8 hours. The Poisoned creature is Unconscious. The creature wakes up if it takes damage or if another creature takes an action to shake it awake.

Inhaled, DC 15 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or become Poisoned for 1 hour. The Poisoned creature is Blinded.

Midnight Tears
Ingested, DC 17 Constitution saving throw
The target suffers no effect until the stroke of midnight. If the poison has not been neutralized before then, the target must succeed a saving throw or take 31 (9d6) poison damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.

Oil of Taggit
Contact, DC 13 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or become Poisoned for 24 hours. The Poisoned creature is Unconscious. The creature wakes up if it takes damage.

Pale Tincture
Ingested, DC 16 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or take 3 (1d6) poison damage and become Poisoned. The Poisoned creature must repeat the saving throw every 24 hours, taking 3 (1d6) poison damage on a failed save. Until this poison ends, the damage the poison deals can’t be healed by any means. After seven successful saving throws, the effect ends and the creature can heal normally.

Ingested, DC 15 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or become Poisoned for 4d6 hours. The Poisoned creature is Incapacitated.

Truth Serum
Ingested, DC 11 Constitution saving throw
The target must succeed a saving throw or become Poisoned for 1 hour. The Poisoned creature can’t knowingly speak a lie, as if under the effect of a Zone of Truth spell.

Vrock Spores (grenade like weapon)
inhaled, DC 14 Constitution save
When thrown, a cloud of toxic spores cover the 5ft area that the weapon is thrown into and lasts one round. Each creature in or traveling through that area must succeed on a DC 14 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned. While poisoned in this way, a target takes 5 (1d10) poison damage at the start of each of its turns. A target can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success. Emptying a vial of holy water on the target also ends the effect on it.