#blindfold please

[brbarou]

lengthy medical storytime! if you follow me on twitter, you've already heard about this !! i've been having a blast!!

sometime in september i woke up to a strange pain in my right toenail? i freaked out right away tried to figure out the source and noticed that my nail was slightly shorter than the one on the other foot - which is weird, because i always trim them at the same time, and they always grow at the same pace. so i deduced that my nail had stopped growing for some reason and it would hopefully start again soon

by the time october rolled around i started suspecting this might be an ingrown nail situation but i couldn't bring myself to google anything about how ingrown toenails work because every single article is full of nasty ass images of fucked up nails that i don't want to look at! but i gathered that nails usually become ingrown by being cut too short and colliding with the skin in the front. that wasn't the case with me! nothing was stopping the guy from growing. i also don't remember stubbing my toe or anything. at this point i was freaking out. i started sleeping barefoot (wearing socks 24/7 might've had something to do with this) i started wearing different pairs of shoes thinking maybe my sneakers were straining my foot etc

november rolls around my nail is getting shorter - it's going backwards instead of growing forward. whenever i get to this part of the story people tell me that i'm delusional but i see what's going on baby. he is SINKING. i finally go see a doctor (mind you, all of this is happening, but i'm not in pain per se, i barely feel a thing) the doctor, instead of paying attention to the reason i came, starts rambling about how my toes are pointed inwards. i tell her that yes, they've been that way since i was born, but she goes on a long tangent about how that's not normal and i should go get myself toe separators to get that adjusted. for the nail she just gives me some anti fungal spray and cream (apparently fungal infections can cause this! but she doesn't comment much on it) i do extensive research and buy myself the correct kind of toe separators and start wearing them while also treating my nail with the stuff she prescribed me

nothing changes

in december i go on a day long trip to budapest wearing to toe separators all day long. by the time i came back home my toe was a little bit swollen. around this time i notice that long walks of any kind leave my toe (primarily, the area underneath the nail) all red and swollen, but not too painful. i stop wearing the separators because they're enhancing the swollen area by pressing down on it

january 3rd i am woken up by excrutiating pain in my toe. the whole area underneath the nail (which has, by the way, continued sinking further and further down) has developed into an ugly red bump. i put ice on it and go to the doctor again. she shrugs and gives me antibiotics and some other cream, saying it's just an ingrown nail. both me and my mom try explaining to her that the nail is migrating south but she doesn't really seem to care

for a whole week i treat the guy with literally everything. i take my antibiotics, i take painkillers, i let it simmer in warm salted water, i apply the creams, when the pain is unbearable i put ice on it. literally nothing changes. at this point i can't even put a normal sock on because it's too painful on the lump. the only thing that even remotely helped was this plant that my mom picked in the garden and let sit on my nail overnight (it's some old folktale recipe that her grandmother used to treat her wounds with) like the bump goes down a bit after 8 hours of the herb setting in, only to get inflamed again after.

i went to see my doctor again today after the bump turned a purpleish color and got even bigger and she just did a :o face and redirected to some hospital 3 cities away for them to figure it out tomorrow. they're probably going to give me local aneshetic and just rip the nail out? i literally have no idea what else could work at this point. even if it wanted to start growing again i don't think it could from how sunken it is now. i feel like the sole reason the bump is even there is because the nail has sunk back to where it's not supposed to be!! what could creams and sprays even do about that!!! i'm horrified because i'm sensitive about anything nail related but whatever. i need this to be over soon january is a midterm month i have such an ungodly amount of work to do which is hard enough even when i'm not worrying about having an alien lifeform forming on my toe. i've been limping for a week and am losing strength in my right foot. if i miss a single college class i won't be able to pass the semester. i have ten exams to study for and two seminars to write. the toe has turned a deep dark purple as i finish writing this. happy new year everyone

self portrait, this past week

[notyourmusebby]

it's always puma whoring them out 😭😭😭 wdym this is a company promoting video WDYM

source: (x)

[no-psi-nan]

The Psychickers being affectionate....

imagine....

[thegreatyin]

the stealthiest and most mysterious thief the neath has ever seen. who could she be? what could she want?? they're just so deeply mysterious and unknowable. all that's known for certain is that she sure does go squeak squeak chirrup wheek meow

[charles-leclerc-official]

I need Ferrari to confirm that Lewis will be doing the single lap videos and the other video nonsense they make c2 do. I need to see Charles scream "BRAKE!" at Lewis Hamilton

[raylasrightbraid]

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

out of all the things i was expecting in season 6, i was definitely NOT expecting callum going absolutely KAREN on the celestial elves 😭 asked for the manager and everything

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

Astrid. Baby girl. Don't look directly into the sun???????

[ddarker-dreams]

[blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies]

OH NO GUYS!! TOO MUCH BOOPING!!!

[sithzuko]

speaking the angel pulling a “call an ambulance! call an ambulance! but not for me 🔫” in the next chapter into existence

[hakusins]

cw // mentions of bestiality

yeah i'm quite sure eri is fed up with my shenanigans by now...

[volivolition]

guy who's unaware he's gonna spend the next 3-5 hours reworking the lyrics of dream sweet in sea major: haha maybe i'll write a silly little narrative for my hmself, wouldn't that be fun? :)

[uu-tella]

Full panel under the cut

[lesbianliutana]

kept seeing kenshi genderbends so i thought i'd quickly draw my design whats everybodys opinions 👍

(its literally just mk1 kenshi thats the joke)

[serickswrites]

Please

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, stress position, blindfold

Whumpee heard Whumper enter the room. But they couldn’t do anything about it. They had been blindfolded, their arms bound behind them so tightly they couldn’t move. They had been forced to kneel for hours. Their legs screamed with pain. As did their back and shoulders. 

“Please, I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Please!” Whumpee was not above begging. They wouldn’t tell anyone if Whumper freed them. 

Whumper didn’t respond. Whumpee could hear them stalk closer and closer. Suddenly, Whumper was grabbing them by their hair, bending their neck back to the point of pain. “Such a disgusting creature. We’ll talk after you’ve been purified.”

“Please,” Whumpee whispered as Whumper attached something to their bound wrists. Hot tears clung to the corners of their eyes. “Please,” they begged. 

But Whumper didn’t reply. And suddenly Whumpee was hoisted in the air by their wrists. Their shoulders felt as though they were being ripped out. “PLEASE!” Whumpee screamed in agony as they struggled to take the pressure off their shoulders, their toes just scraping the floor. “PLEASE!”

But Whumper didn’t reply. Their foot steps retreated, leaving Whumpee alone in the dark. Alone in their pain. 

[galaxywhump]

if wren started begging for something during a torture session (a small break bc he feels like he's gonna be sick, or some water) would daniel grant that to him? or would it be situationally dependent?

I know you were probably expecting a straightforward answer, but your ask made a WIP happen, so here it is.

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, illness, non-graphic emeto, torture, knives, stress position, blindfold, creepy comfort.

~~~

Wren woke up feeling terrible.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him, but that morning he felt terrible in a different way. He felt ill; weak and slightly dizzy, shivering despite it not being cold in the house. He didn’t tell Daniel, even though he wanted nothing more than to be given medication, hot tea, and some peace and quiet. No, telling Daniel would also mean him being overly caring and doting, which was the last thing Wren wanted to deal with.

So he didn’t say anything, and then he learned that Daniel was in the mood for some handiwork with his favorite knife.

Shit.

He still didn’t say a word when Daniel closed handcuffs on his wrists and attached them to a chain connected to a hook in the ceiling, forcing him to keep his arms outstretched and stand on his tiptoes. He didn’t say a word when Daniel put a blindfold on his eyes and earplugs in his ears. He just shuddered and gritted his teeth when the knife pierced his arm and was dragged downwards.

Just get through this, he thinks to himself while Daniel makes small, precise cuts around his shoulder blades in a pattern that only makes sense to him and his artistic vision. It’s not the first time.

But it’s the first time when he feels this awful during torture, and the position he’s in doesn’t help. His body is under so much strain, stretched out uncomfortably, he can barely stay upright, his arms hurt, his head hurts, everything hurts, and Daniel’s only adding more pain. He still feels dizzy despite the darkness - or maybe because of it - his face is covered in cold sweat, he starts feeling slightly nauseous. The blindfold is soaked with tears of frustration, he can hear his heartbeat way too clearly, it’s the only sound he hears, he feels horrible, he wants out, he wants this to end, he can’t handle this after all, but that means…

“Stop,” he mumbles weakly, shaking his head and whining when the pain from the cuts seems to intensify now that he’s not fully preoccupied with his illness. Talking with the earplugs in is an unpleasant, almost surreal experience, and he can only hope he’s actually saying something, that his voice isn't too weak. "Please stop."

But this is Daniel, so Wren can imagine him laughing at his begging, making a stupid comment promising that this will be over soon, sweetheart, but this isn't about that. He whimpers when the knife cuts into his back again.

"I'm serious, stop, I-I think I'm gonna be sick, I just need a break."

The knife disappears, and Wren swallows desperately, struggling to take a deep breath.

He flinches when he feels Daniel grip his arm - thankfully an undamaged part of it - and a moment later his wrists are released. Daniel catches him before he can collapse, unable to stay upright after the punishing position.

The earplugs are removed, and the blindfold follows. Wren winces and blinks, and when his eyes get used to something other than darkness, he sees Daniel's face, with worry written all over it.

"Are you still feeling sick?" he asks, and Wren nods.

Daniel wraps Wren's arm around himself to support him and leads him to the bathroom, where the nausea gets overwhelming. Daniel holds his hair back for him, not saying a word for now.

Wren closes his eyes, exhausted, and fuck does everything hurt, but mostly his arms and back now that he's moving again. He's trembling, getting up feels like an impossible task, and he's still crying, from pain and from his awful state, and he's not even mad at himself for it.

"Better now?"

"I think so," he mutters. Daniel lets go of his hair.

"I'll get you some water."

Wren nods, keeping his eyes closed, not daring to move an inch for fear of his body igniting with pain again and the room spinning.

Anxiety creeps up on him; nothing like this has ever happened before, and he doesn’t know what to expect from Daniel.

He comes back and hands Wren a glass of water, then sits down next to him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I think I'm sick." Wren stares down at the water, every breath causing his fresh wounds to shift and hurt even more. "I feel like shit, and… you just saw for yourself, I guess." He sighs. “So just get the session over with before it gets worse.”

Daniel firmly shakes his head, frowning.

“No. You need to rest. I’ll take care of your wounds and then you can lie down.” He pets Wren’s hair. “We can continue some other time.”

Wren huffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You do realize how fucked up that sounds, right?”

Daniel just chuckles in response. He does know. It changes nothing.

The knife will return in a few days, and yet Wren can’t help but be relieved as Daniel cleans and dresses his wounds, then gives him a shirt and carries him to the living room.

“I can carry you to the bedroom, if you’d like. Unless you prefer the couch.”

“Couch,” Wren mutters. The bed is more comfortable and the bedroom would offer more peace and quiet, provided Daniel leaves him alone, but he wants to stay out of there as much as he can, and the couch is too small for Daniel to lie down next to him.

As much as he hates the couch, he can’t deny that it’s comfortable, and in his exhaustion he practically melts into it. Daniel even brings him a blanket, which Wren curls up under, pulling it up to his neck.

“I’ll bring you some pills,” Daniel says, pressing his palm to Wren’s forehead; he clicks his tongue when he confirms that it’s unnaturally warm, and brushes Wren’s hair away from his face, making him wince. “Do you need anything else, sweetheart?”

“Rest,” Wren sighs, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now that he’s stopped ignoring it, his illness has decided to hit him with everything it’s got.

“Okay. I’ll fetch the pills and you can sleep after you’ve taken them, alright? Try to stay awake.”

“Mhm.”

Daniel leaves, and Wren wraps the blanket tighter around himself, blinking slowly, trying to fight his exhaustion off for a bit longer. Daniel is just as doting as he’d feared he would be, but… aside from his usual sweethearting it feels good to be taken care of, and to be listened to. The wounds still sting, a reminder of the torture he’d gone through and will go through again soon, but he can’t bring himself to care. He waits for his captor and torturer to come back with the medicine, and he has to remind himself not to thank him for this bare minimum of kindness, more than most of what he’s gotten throughout his life.

He wishes it wasn’t like this, moments of kindness and loving care juxtaposed with pain and tears and coercion; he knows how much Daniel enjoys doing this, being the sole source of both suffering and comfort.

He’s aware of so many mechanisms of his captivity, yet he’s powerless to fight them, forced to accept them, and all he can hope for is that all these processes won’t shape him into something else, whatever Daniel, whose smile is unnervingly genuine and fond when he enters the living room, wants him to be.

“Sleep well, sweetheart," Daniel says softly once Wren's washed the pills down with water. "I hope you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“So you can torture me more?” Wren mutters, closing his eyes. 

Daniel’s lighthearted laughter keeps ringing in his ears long after he's fallen asleep.

~~~

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