#blood infusions

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 5 - The Box and the Jar

Booiiiiiii, this one was fun to write. Shout out to Ivan who is living his worst life.

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Part 4

Content: Weapon whumpee in training, isolation, sleep deprivation, non-sexual nudity hinted at, blood infusions, shock collar, sensory deprivation, sound whump, dehumanization, reprogramming

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Ivan stared at the empty wall opposite him. It might as well have been a gnat, or a piece of lint under a table for all he paid attention to it. 

His fingers were so cold, the blood having a harder and harder time reaching them by the hour. He didn’t wiggle against the wall he was sitting against, knowing all he would get for his trouble was his goosebump ridden flesh meeting with cold stone where he hadn’t warmed it up. 

His eyes burned, but he tried to keep them open, taking a deep breath to try and increase his heartbeat. He tried to focus on the cold numbness creeping down his hands, the pain in his empty stomach, the pain in his veins that still coursed through him even though it had to have been days since the last infusion of that blood substance. 

He flexed his hands in the metal cuffs bolted directly into the wall sending pins and needles through all his fingers. He welcomed the feeling. Anything to keep from falling asleep. 

He dared to blink and was somewhat relieved to find his eyelids opened again when he called to them. He took another deep breath, sighing it out and shivering as the air came back out of his nose fast enough to spin cold air past his exposed chest. A chest where you could easily count his ribs and see where every single one of his blood vessels were, spreading from his heart. The veins in his arm where he got his transfusions every time were just as clear as well. 

Ivan didn’t notice his eyes closing. It wasn’t like he was using them to see anyway. 

He didn’t notice himself slipping, didn’t notice the pain and the cold slipping away. Sleep reached for him, offering soft arms for him to rest in. 

And then the pain seared through his body and he woke with a hoarse scream, twitching and convulsing until the collar around his neck had released its full charge into him. 

He hung his head, the collar digging into his jaw as he gasped for air, new goosebumps forming on the ones he already had as his back met cold stone behind him and the sweat induced by the adrenaline immediately started to cool, only barely fought back by the speed at which his heart was beating. 

He leaned back against the wall, staring blankly at his bruise mottled legs, ignoring the tremors that picked up as his shivering reached a fever pitch. 

Ivan didn’t know how long he’d been in this freezing room, his vein conversely on fire while he wasn’t allowed to sleep. He didn’t know what it was for. He didn’t know what that stupid scientist wanted from him. 

And he was beginning to not care. 

He had sworn up and down for the first portion of his stay down here, cursing everything and everyone and coming up with insults so creative they would have been pillars of literature for ages if they had been written down. 

That was, until the exhaustion really hit. Then all Ivan could do was glower at the door, as if someone could see him through the solid metal. That period lasted for a long time, but not forever. 

Then came the crying. Ivan hated crying, especially now. When the tears dried it left his eyes even more heavy and itchy, his headache even worse than before, but he couldn’t help it. Everytime he was shocked, everytime his body calmed down from thinking he was being killed in his sleep, there was nothing he could do but cry, trying to loosen the fear that was still wrapping itself tighter in his chest. 

After a while, he was too exhausted to cry, staring at the plain walls, tracking the way each shiver made his muscles twitch, and wait for the next inevitable moment where he would fall asleep and wake up in pain. 

His eyes were so heavy. He hurt so much everywhere. But he wouldn’t give in. There was a small seed of hope in his mind that the scientists would do this for so long that he would be on the verge of insanity and then they would be forced to treat him well for at least a couple of days. He didn’t care if he was strapped down into the bed again if he could be warm. If he could sleep. If he wasn’t covered in his own filth. 

And in those few days he could build himself back up again mentally and he would be fine. He would be alright and he could handle whatever they threw at him next. He wasn’t going to break. He wasn’t going to be their weapon. Eventually, whatever they were doing to him would make him strong enough to escape and he’d make it out of here with a few of their heads, a superpower, and a dark backstory to tell in bars to guys he wanted to scare. 

He just needed a couple of days. That was a-

Ivan screamed as the collar went off, sending lighting through his body that seemed to aggravate whatever was causing so much burning inside of him. 

He gasped for air, trying to understand. 

“Nno,” he rasped, his throat hurting with the word, but he needed to get it out. “No.. I din’t sleep. I din’t-” The collar went off again, and Ivan released a guttural scream, pain besides lighting tearing through his throat. 

There were tears on his cheeks, but he didn’t care, his breath hitching with fear and anticipation as he waited for the next one. The next one that would come out of nowhere for no good reason. 

It didn’t come. 

Well. It didn’t come until he fell asleep again. 

……………………………..

Ivan only got one day to recover, and he spent all of it asleep, pumped full of nutrients and water as the scientists milled about, deep red liquid steadily trickling down the line and into his arm, his skin reddening as a new burning lit into his flesh. 

………………………………

Ivan woke up, heart racing and veins burning. He struggled, an overwhelming sense of dread taking him, but he found himself unable to feel anything as he did. He opened his eyes, struggling and was startled by the greenish glow that lit the room around him. 

No, not a room. A huge test tube. He was suspended in a thick liquid, a mask over his face and his arms restrained to the sides by bindings made out of materials that were see-through and nearly impossible to feel. 

He saw the scientists outside the tube as a mechanical arm with a needle disappeared completely above him, taking a needle with it. 

Dr. LeAnn stood there, smiling to herself and giving instructions that Ivan couldn’t hear. Two mechanical arms came down, and despite his struggling, one grabbed him by the throat to hold him still while the other locked a visor around his head. The arms left again and Ivan tried to shake it off, but the visor wouldn’t come off, especially not with the way the liquid around him was starting to set and gel, making it hard to move at all. 

He looked out through the visor at the room, saw Dr. LeAnn nod, and then his visor blacked out, obscuring his vision completely. 

Ivan froze, staring wide eyed at the complete nothingness. He just wished he knew what to expect. He wished he knew what was happening. 

A soft sound broke through the quiet as the gel solidified fully around him, letting him wiggle and breath, but not much else. 

He strained to hear the sound coming from the part of the visor that covered his ears and flinched as a loud sound of static took its place instead. He squirmed as the volume rose, his ears beginning to ache with it and hurt with the pulses of sound that started next. 

Just as the loud chatter, the radio noises, the sounds of voices that were just too muffled to hear, the static, and the loud chirps began to make Ivan want to beg for it to stop, it changed, slowly quieting down until a voice that had been buried behind everything else came forward. 

“Hello, Project 5901.”

Ivan growled into his mask, and even if he couldn’t hear it, he knew that the sound came out wrong with the way his voice box shuddered. 

“Did you enjoy your time in the box?”

Ivan made no reply, but Dr. LeAnn didn’t seem to mind, her voice continuing to needle his brain. 

“Be aware, if you ever disobey me to the point of needing discipline, you will spend three days in the box. If correction is all you need, you will either take other punishments, or spend time here, in the jar. This depends on the severity of the correction being taken. You might even enjoy it here.”

Ivan swore, ignoring the pain that it caused. 

“Hmm,” Dr. LeAnn said, amused. “Well, back to your regularly scheduled program.”

Ivan winced and swore louder as the horrible layering of terrible noises came back, this time including loud cracks of gunfire and what sounded like people scratching nails down chalkboards. 

He was suspended in the jar with nothing to focus on but the sound in the blackness, shuddering and flinching at unexpected noises. His exhaustion came back, and with it the burning in his veins ramped up. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t block out the sounds. They were so unpredictable and changed enough that anytime he started to even slightly get used to it he would be sent violently back to square one again. 

He clenched his teeth, closing his eyes so he could pretend the darkness was his own choosing. He’d just have to endure. He’d be fine. It would be terrible, but he could endure. It was just torture. He’d make it out of here, no matter the consequences. He’d go eat terrible chocolate pickles with Kolt and everything would be fine. He’d be powerful enough that neither him nor Kolt would ever be kidnapped again. They could find a different city and live there for the rest of their lives and lay low. 

A man’s sobbing broke through the deafening sounds, and Ivan cried out, trying to escape the gel when he recognized the tone. 

The other voices faded back and the sobbing rose to the front. 

“No, please, please, please. I’ll be good. Please. Don’t put me in the box, p-please.”

“Good weapons don’t beg when they know they need to be disciplined.”

The man wailed and Ivan sobbed along with him as Kolt begged for mercy, soon drowned out by condescending laughter, cat calling, and the sound of a jackhammer, the last Ivan hearing of Kolt being a drawn out scream that faded like he was falling. 

Ivan sobbed outright now, dizzy as he started to breathe harder and faster into the small mask. Kolt had been through all of this. All of this! And more! He’d been tested on to make that blood substance and then thrown in a cage to be beaten every day. He’d been damaged beyond reasoning, beyond repair and there had been no one there for them. Ivan hadn’t found him. Ivan at least had the knowledge that when he got out of here he and Kolt would be able to share this and work it out together. There was a sick sort of comfort in knowing someone had gone through all this before. 

Kolt had none of that. All he had was a friend who had dragged his feet about making sure that Kolt was really dead for certain who got there too late. A friend that would take his place. 

And Kolt wasn’t even safe. Deal or no deal, Dr. LeAnn could have Kolt back here at any point. 

Ivan trembled as the sounds of screams pierced his eardrums, dogs barking and the sounds of tearing flesh ricocheting off of the inside of his scrambled mind. 

The sounds softened again and a robotic voice began speaking. 

‘You are project 5901, Alpha-2. You have no other name. You have no agency. You are a weapon. You are project 5901, Alpha-2. You have no other name. You have no agency. You are a weapon.’

The message repeated over and over again, occasionally changing tone, inflection, or accent, but the same thing over and over again until Ivan fell asleep, cradled by the gel with the nightmarish lullaby of his future ringing in his ears. 

Part 6

Fallen taglist: @looptheloup @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

[galoogamelady]

How is Arefu doing? I really can't remember if those noisy punks that harass the residents have already been dealt with, or do they still skulk around, causing problems

[dontvap0rdawave]

You though I literally redesigned a random ass character just to be completely normal about it!?!?!?

WRONG!!! Kammera time!!! (haha get it, because her name is Kam and she's a chimera- ok)

[cmentary-drive]

[fvrtvne]

the kirkwall crew on their way to ask meredith the stupidest fucking question they possibly can before giving her more grey hairs and gaining 9 additional felony charges

[tj-crochets]

I'm not iron deficient anymore!!! :D I just got the blood test results back and for once I had a fixable problem and it is fixed*!!!! *well okay my total iron saturation % is still a little low but the rest of my numbers are in the normal range! Even ferritin!! My ferritin levels have almost quadrupled and are now in the normal range!!! :D

[deathtodickens]

I do still draw. It’s the energy and ideas I lack. I’ll comic something eventually.

[thatcatbites]

Time to shove an incendiary device in the heart and attach it to Scout’s liver.

[queer-lovebot]

I agree kandrew is alwyas famous I’m obsessed with them and love when they are codependent. On that note I do think in the very bad upsetting Kevin Riko murder suicide thing you floated Andrew (and Neil, honestly) would be so fucking devastated and pissed off that he couldn’t protect Kevin and that the person who did it is already dead and he can’t make them wish they were that he’d transcend genres and force a switch to fantasy for the sake of doing super justified Kevin necromancy. He’s fine he just needs like blood or life energy or something from them in infusions. They’d happily do it. It’d be sexy.

I am absolutely OBSESSED with this idea of…what, isekai Andreil? In which their grief and anger over losing Kevin wills them into a new genre/universe?? Like yes they will get Kevin back and now it’s all an excuse to write some sexy bloodplay-esque shenanigans.

There are totally gonna be terrible horrible consequences of this. For one, how the hell did Kevin survive that when they buried his body. He’d have to go into hiding forever and ever and he could never play Exy again. But also??? How is his body gonna work now?? No eating? No sleeping? Does he move stranger now? Stuttering steps, or is he too perfect? Too still? How does Kevin feel about being brought back to life?

But yeah Kandreil infusions is always so so so good. “Oooh Kevin you need our live essence to stay….Whatever shall we do???”and Kevin is already half naked over it.

[rosekasa]

why did NO ONE tell me how fucking fun d&d is OH MY GOD

[tricoufamily]

character/story influences tag

Rules: Write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe.

i misremembered this tag completely it was all about characters the whole time and i hallucinated the story part? so i guess everyone who did the character version like 2 years ago has to do the story version now sry

tagging @literalite idk who else hasn't done it do it!!!!!! it's fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(media/characters in order) this is the fall: succession, maurice, romeo and juliet, saturn devouring his son, that random dark academia bridge i saw that one time on tv that birthed the entire idea amen blood sports: the batman, the sopranos, macbeth, joker, jesus of suburbia music video, preacher's daughter hugo: fiona from shameless, yuuri from yuri on ice, belle, michael corleone, haruhi from ouran, sophie from howl's moving castle, wirt, elizabeth from pride and prejudice, mycroft holmes, saturn's son beckett: macbeth, arkham riddler, jack dawson, john marston rdr2, gotham riddler, billy loomis, jack skellington, stu scream, dano riddler, timothee chalamet's guy in lady bird, pretty odd era ryan ross, lead singer of midland specifically in the burn out video (it's where the mustache was birthed), kurt cobain, river phoenix connor: dutch rdr2, tony soprano, lady macbeth, arkham penguin, jd heathers, arkham origins joker, lestat, gotham penguin, robbie gravity falls, robert pattinson in the lighthouse, jade from victorious, amy lee, revenge era gerard way

[redrum-alice]

ANOTHER GODDAMN TIMEBOMB TANGLED AU HCs BEcause why not...

Idk if ive wrote this in one of my Tangled AU HCs tho but regardless...

Look look, listen-- this is just a headcanon for this AU. I know that Vi and Powder's parents fought at the bridge, and it wasn't explicitly said they were close to Vander (muchless Silco). So with all that said, if you're gonna be mad that I used their mother as a love interest for Vander and Silco and that this is inaccurate, then do not read lmao.

When Vander and Silco were young, theyre fighting over a young woman lmao

The woman is close to the two since shes part of the vigilante group that want to fight for Zaun, so they know her very well.

But it turns out she was already engaged to someone else, and few years later, she had a daughter named Vi 🥲

After hearing all this, Silco and Vander tried to forget their little fight and focused on making Zaun independent (that is until they fought again about how to run the city and Vander won over- Silco got the nasty eye)

When the lady's husband died from the war at the bridge, Vander offered to help her out as a stand in uncle for Vi and her soon to be sibling.

So when the woman fell ill all while pregnant with her 2nd child, she asked Vander to take care of her children if she ever passed away.

Silco on the other hand was bitter from his and Vander's fight. Not only that, he despised the fact that Vander gets to be close to his unrequited love all while he has to suffer alone. He soon managed to form a group dedicated to idealistic future for zaun where he gets to rule over it with the use of shimmer, provided by Singed (who agreed bc he is interested in testing humans)

So when Silco heard that the lady he once fell in love with got ill, it was his chance to introduce her to shimmer. He convinced her it was medicine, and overtime she took it regularly. Turns out it did ease the pain but after effects would put her in dire situation.

The Lady didnt know about the quarrel between Vander and Silco, so she didnt shoo away Silco when he approached her with "medicine"

Meanwhile, Vander was oblivious on whats going on at first bc he was busy protecting the citizens from abusive enforcers. It was too late when The Lady was on her last breath while struggling to give birth to Powder

He did what he was told and took in the daughters, but it wasnt long until Silco and his henchmen raided their home and stole Powder.

Funfact: Silco doesn't like Vi because she looks like her later father (terms of hair and eye shape), while Powder/Jinx is his favorite because she resembles a lot like her mother. Thats also the reason why Silco locked her up to keep her safe (and he knows for sure whatever illness her mother has, she might inherit it).

Though ofc he's still ever so distant to Jinx and neglectful of her feelings because she's another man's daughter and that alone tore him. (Look, he really fell for the lady, this was a huge slap to his face 🙃)

Bonus slap was when the lady chose Vander over him to take care of her children bc she trusts him more than anyone else

Another fact: Silco forbid Jinx to wear her hair up in braids because it'll remind him too much of the lady 💀 (her late mother wears her hair in braids, its a signature look for her ✨️)

[ryoukio]

happy Arthur official art day

[whyamiherewhosummonedme]

aight now that wendigoon has gotten through mh season 2 and has established he'll (fucking FINALLY) be making a video abt it. I will get in ahead of the wave of people who watch him (re)discovering. But mostly just bc yknow end of season 2

Marble Hornets is the story of twinks (Alex and Jay. And yes also Oppy) vs anti-twinks (yknow. Masky + Hoodie.) trying to kill one another but failing due to faggotery. "Oh but Bone they all hate each other" well why else would they be failing huh? alex is too gay to not monologue before killing jay and therefore gets got. You know what works? Just fucking shooting him eventually without monologuing. Fruit behavior. I rest my case

[mars-ipan]

the prednisone was mean to me overnight :(

[little-tyrant-gortash]

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.” (From @quaintnecromancer because Dark Urge Jett is a vibe)

high pain tolerance starters

Thrice cursed assassins. They got bolder with every attempt. Gortash was considering sleeping with an eye permanently open; it seemed that he couldn't trust even his own guards or his Steel Watch to stand ground when he needed them. How they got so close was a miracle - or Orin happened again. It wouldn't be the first, nor the last time.

At least Jett intervened after Enver decapitated one of the three bloodthirsty killers. The one who dared to stab a dagger in his flesh, right under his left collarbone. The wretched man aimed for his heart, but he miscalculated just how sharp and quick Enver was, even if he was awakened - from yet another nightmare - rudely.

Groaning at the comment, he half rolled his eyes before he stared up at the Dark Urge. Snarky remarks sneaked on his tongue, but he wasn't in the mood to utter them now. Jett wanted to kill him, too. It seemed the entire city wanted him dead - at least those who had two brain cells.

"I have no idea what you're talking about", he snapped back then, the pain sharp under his collarbone as he moved to sit down. The blade didn't hit anything vital; it was just in a very bad position. And yes. The dagger was still sticking out of him. His blood looked too dark in the dim light of the torches as it started to stain the plain white shirt he had been sleeping in. "I'm fine."

Apart from the dagger and not being able to have proper rest in months, he didn't lie. His lips twisted in disdain - he knew he'd need to remove the damned blade, and before he did that, he'd need healing potions, which were in his study at the moment.

"Don't you entertain me with the idea that you care", he couldn't help it, it just slipped out. It wasn't even snarky; he meant every word. His eyes looked dark, tired; it seemed they've lost their spark. "That'd be hilarious."