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[its-my-whump]

Whumpcember2023 Day 15 - Hallucination

@whumpcember

His right hand brushed gently through her brown hair. His fingertips trailed down the side of her face. Her sparkling eyes were smiling at him, narrowing a tiny bit, as the smile washed over her whole face.

Her lips wrinkled, when her head slowly moved towards him. His left hand held her shoulder and slightly pulled her body in. It slipped over her shoulder blade and went down her warm back.

The palm of his right hand circled around her neck and his fingers burried themselves in the curtain of her hair.

Their lips were ment for each other. He could feel the warmth of her body against his. Her warm breath touched his lips just before hers...vanished.

All warmth was gone all of a sudden. The softness of a bed under him/them was displaced with moist, thick and cold air, that starting biting at his exposted skin.

He was strung up by his hands. Stripped down to his boxes and dirty, worn out jeans. His arms were stretched out above his head, chained to a hook in the ceiling. His bloody wrists were restrained with metalrings, that had already penetrated the skin and left red leaking bracelets.

His naked feet hardly touched the cool concrete under his toes. His chest was covered in cuts, welts and burns.

And reality had him back again. A single tear trailed down his sticky cheek, he wasn't even able to wipe away.

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[irrfahrer]

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning? (does she arrange/trim/braid her fur!)

OC Asks: Character Design Edition !

In the first concepts when this Blog was set up, one of Zivs details was that she would use artifical braided strains of blue and yellow theards to pin with metalrings to her fur on her head to have long hair. With that she would resamble her namessake Sif, who long golden hair is a symbol to growing wheat and a coming harvest, which makes the fact that Loki cut off the hair (comdeming humans to misharvest and eventual starvation) really devasting past the fact that long hair is a symbol of freedom and Sifs high standing (taking her high standing or even state of a Aesir and nobility from her by cutting her hair and making her resamble a Unfree). However that idea was scrapped because it did not looked good on Ziv and the only thing Ziv kept from her namesake was the colour Yellow | Golden colour of wheat, her connection to the Rowan tree ( Ziv beeing the word for a Rowanlike tree on Tynna as a headcanon, and Zivs treehoroscope beeing the Eberesche), her connection to growing crops as a botanist and as said, her name, the Name of Thore (as the danish version of Thor) and the names of her (and obviously Thores) daughters being Thrud and Ullr.

However, outside of earlier concepts, Ziv usually only shaves the Symbol for Healer in the outer Layer of her fur on her chest so when she is working in areas with low literacy, people will still see that she is a Healer and that they can come to her for help and support in medical matters. Usually that symbol grows out in the time of eight weeks and Ziv uses that as a signal to leave the place for another. Hiding from the empire means after all, staying on the move.

[blueberriibby]

i wish metalre was a thing

[robotshowtunes]

HI-METALR

🎶 Where are you going? When are you coming home? 🎶

[werspinna]

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?” (👋)

Bruises and Bruising ! The disadvantage of having a inhumanly enhanced selfhealing was that injuries tended to close around foreign matter inside the injury, which meant that cleaning the injuries was not only a race against time and the resulting blood poisoning, but also ended up beeing a very uncomfortable process or Wolf needed more than often cut the injury open again to clean it properly. Accordingly she was sitting with one leg propped up and the other swinging freely in the spidersocietys sickbay on one of the gurneys, plucking pieces of her own hauberk out of her flesh where the rings had been pushed so hard against her own body that the steelrings had cut like a dozen little blades past Gembeson, past chemise and past her own skin into her own flesh. The rests of her hauberk and ripped Gambeson lay beside her on the gurney, the blood had long dried on the steelrings and polstered linen and in the uncomfortable bright light of the sickbay it looked like black dye. Wolf looked up to Miguel chirping like a happy bird and winking without a single ounce of shame up to him with four of her eight eyes.

"Oh, I would totally recommand you to take a look at Scorpion in his cell before the go-home-machine sends him -well- home. He might has a black eye, but his face is all pretty and oh so nice under that mask.", Using pincers Wolf pulled another piece of the hauberk out of the bloody flesh of her shoulder as casually as one would pull a annoying hair growing on a place it really should not grow:" Just as pretty as min-" The rest of the sentences drowned in Wof pulling in the air sharply through her teeth when with the piece of hauberk a part of her skin that had already weaved over it was ripped off too:

"You know, on closer expection, I think he looks a lot of nice rthan I do at the moment, I know its hard to believe considering my splending looks and awestrucking beauty, but I think for one, I have to give the price of the most beautiful face to Scorpion. Or you for that matter your oh totally not bruised up handsomness. Until I am healed up though. Then I want that price back, please for I am the rightful owner. You in the mood to pass me the syringe with the oh so very nice painkillers because I am really feeling a lot more than I want to, and its definitive not the joy of seeing your handsome face. Like I am always happy to see your handsome face, Miguel, makes my heart sing like a little bird, really- but I think in this moment what I am feeling is definitive more pain. Over the injury, not over seeing your face, that is." Already busy to pull the next metalrings out of her flesh with the pincers in one hand, Wolf reached out with the other, waiting for spiderman to pass her the syringe.

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[zaydaliciousdesigns]

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[iigdhyderabad]

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[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 14

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

Hummingbird 14

(Story starts here, if you like) previous

A sizzling shock ran throught his whole body. A forceful intake against the sudden pain and discomfort. He inhaled water, instantly realising, that he had to get rid of it, if he really wanted to breath. He started coughing violently. Sam was gasping for air, shaking and shivering from the icecold water, that was dumbed on him. His heart was jumping in panic, every fibre of his being was on high alert, after being woken so forcefully. Coughing up that water he just sucked in was preoccupying all his senses. He was in shock.

"Seems my little hummingbird, is caged inside a pig-headed stubborn bitching goose." There was no gentleness in that all so familiar voice. Just a plain statement and a stirn face, when Sam lifted his eyes after getting his breathing under control again a few moments later. He was laying on a concrete floor, in the dim basement again. "DON'T call me that, you sick fuck." He growled, while trying to get up awkwardly.

The nice room, where he had woken up before, was gone, every comfort of a soft bed, just gone.

But he didn't want any comfort, he just wanted to leave. Sam was still wearing the cloths he was put into, but they were soaked with frizzing cold water. He was shivering, his teeth chattering, but he managed to get to his feet. There was no way, he would surrender himself to the mercy of this psycho, not as long, as he could think and act for himself. It was that room with the arrow slit and it was much cooler, than the bedroom, independently of him being soaking wet. The blanket on the floor wasn't there either. The mere thought of it, let him realise, how cold he was and how desperate he would tucked himself into it, if he could.

Sam realised, that there were bandages around his wrists, thick bandages. A dull pounding underneath. And his wrists were still bound. Not with slim metalrings this time, but thick padded leathercuffs, which were connected with a metalring. He had much less space to move his wrists against each other. The cuffs looked like equipment from the psychward.

In disbelieve Sam looked back at his captor, after he got to his feet.

"I already though, YOU would be a challenge. But I hoped, after our enchounter last night, where you poured out your little heart, you would be much more compliant. Tststs." Disappointed Grey was shaking his head. A cold shiver was making its way down Sam's back, he was sure wasn't from the cold alone.

"NOW, KNEEL!"

Sam only looked at him, challenging. "NEVER!" The shame from breaking down in this man's arms was fueling his rage. He had sworn to himself, that he would never kneel again to someone else. The past had taught him, that he would rather die fighting, than to ever surrender again.

Grey approached him, very slowly. It was ment to be intimidating, but Sam knew these kind of overacted plays from years of experience. He wouldn't buckle. 'Never again!'

But there was no force, not a fist in his guts, not a hand above his hurting wrists or around his throat, no force at all. The man, about two heads higher than Sam, did something much more cruel. He bowed down to Sam's height, looking him straight in his eyes and he hurt him like no punch was ever able to.

"Because after Nathanial, you swore yourself, you'd never do it again, right Andy?"

Every brickwall Sam had build up, every defenceline he had been holding on to, just crumbled. He felt his legs getting unsteady all of a sudden. 'How could Grey know that about him? Sam didn't know, what he had told this man, but he was 100% sure, he would have never ever used the given name of his stepfather! And he would have never ever mentioned his own, long forgotten name!'*

Sam was swaying slightly, every fight drained from him.

The hand went up too fast, he was still dazed by the intimicy that sentence had shown so plainly. "How'd you..." It was only a fearful whisper. The captive couldn't have stopped Grey's hand, even if he wanted to. A prick in Sam's neck and his knees just gave way.

His mind instantly frozen and foggy. His vision blurry and his body was willingly obaying or just breaking down, he wasn't sure. He felt remotely controlled, wasn't convinced that it were only the drugs. It felt more like he had just being robbed of all his might by that simple statement, that had sucked every breath out of him.

"There he is again, my little hummingbird. Broken and vulnerable."

'No, he couldn't let him do this. He had fought too much, to give in this easy!' Sam braced himself and fought to get his bearings back.

"I'M NOT!" He pressed out between clenched teeth. Sam was getting angry again. Anger was good, anger would keep him alive.

Grey smirked and his damn smile was just mocking him.

"But look at you. You promised yourself and I brought you down to your knees in mere seconds."

Bound and drugged he was struggling to get back to his feet. His body wouldn't really obay. Shivers were running through his body and they weren't only from the cold, but his willpower forcing his constricted muscles to move against the foreign chemicals in his system. His heart was beating to his neck painfully.

"I didn't kneel. You just drug-ged me. T..there's a fucking difference, you bastard." Anger in his tone, he pressed the words out, against the struggle his body was in. Sam managed to get one foot on the ground, his cuffed hands on that leg to push himself up further more.

"See! Now, how will you make sure I will stay down, asshole?" Sam smirked now, actually pushing himself up, but the drugs were wearing him down. His muscles were weak, his knees buckled the moment he was vertical. He needed to get his bound hands up to brake his fall. His bodyweight, forcefully stopped by the hard floor, put strain on his hurting wrists. A painful grunt was his respond, when he hit the floor full length.

The man was down on his hunches now, looking at Sam with an arrogant expression. "Oh, I'll make sure just as easy, as I made you kneel."

A strong grip yanked his head back, pulling at his hair. Sam needed to move with the motion, if he didn't want to get scalped. He was cold and his struggle against the chemicals in his bloodstream was getting to him. He was dragged in the middle of the room, but he had nothing left to put up a fight. All he could do, was pulling his feet behind him as fast as he could while his neck was yanked away.

A collar appeared out of nowhere. Thick leather, the same design as his cuffs. His intimidator put it on him effortless and pushed 2 fingers between the leather and his neck like you would do with a pet to make sure it wasn't too tight, or lose. The familiar chain was pulled down from its spot under the ceiling and connected to a ring at the back of that collar, forcing him into a kneeling position. He was too weak to stand up at this point.

During his handling, Grey hardly seperated more than 20 inches from Sam. His long fingers pressed into his jaw and forced it open. "Now, take your medication, so your heart won't stop tonight."

He pushed a pill into his captives' mouth and closed it with his palm, additionally blocking his nose. Sam's head was yanked back. Grey stared into his eyes, while Sam weakly struggled in his grip. But in the end, he was forced to swallow. The intimidating hands retreated. A bitter taste stayed on Sam's tongue and shame burned on his cheeks.

"Fuck you!" Sam spit out and coughted strained. Whatever that bastard was planing, Sam wouldn't comply, if he could still fight it. Even if it only was a pathic little rebellion he was able to deliver. But his heart sank as another chain was connecting his cuffs to a ring in the floor, binding his hands down.

His captor, still invading his personal space so self-evidently, finally got up. He used a devise near the door to straighten the chain, forcing Sam to stretch with his head being pulled up. Casually Grey was just chatting away, as if they were old friends. "Be grateful, I'm not using a muzzle this time. I already know, you're not that big of a fan of suffocation by your stomach contents. Are you?"*

Sam shivered by the memory of almost suffocating on his own vomit. His knees already hurt, especially his right, where he had falling down on his last shift. It seems to have been ages ago. He wanted to get up to his feet, to lose the strain the chain was putting on his neck, but his bound hands connected to the floor prevented him from doing so.

Sam's neck was uncomfortably overstretched. Swallowing was hard, but not impossible.

"You're up for a long night. I'm pretty exited to whom I have the pleasure tomorrow. Is it gonna be my sweet hummingbird or that ugly goose again? So now, just hold on! Would be a shame, if you suffocate yourself tonight." The light was switched off and the door closed with a bang.

TBC

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[bpeek73]

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