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Blue Eyes Part III

Blue finds himself at the hands of the guard and they are willing to do a lot to get information out of him.

CW: Inprisonment, law enforcment, chest wound, blood, gore, restraints, starvation, dehydration, stress possition, stabing, arm wound, leg wound, torture, interogation, stomach wound, religious themes.

Part I | Part II | Master List

When he found himself coming back to consciousness pain was still coursing through his chest. He takes in a deep breath, memories of being stabbed by Cahir come flooding back to him. He clutches onto his chest before he sits up looking around. He was laying on nothing more than a thin blanket. Even that was generous given the thin piece of fabric under him. He groans looking around him. It was a shabby, dingy, dirty, prison cell. Then down at his bare chest to see the poorly bandaged wound confirming that his memories and pain were real. The area was covered with grime and dirt. It was asking for an infection. He sighs, pressing his head into the brickwork behind him.

He looks up quickly at the sound of footsteps. He grimaces when he sees a familiar guard. Artri, someone that Blue had only had a handful of run-ins with but who absolutely despised Remy. He gives a dark chuckle causing Blue to recoil away from him. “Remy’s prodige.” Blue glares at him. “Now I have been paid a pretty penny for a very good offer.”

Blue laughed still snarking even with his arms curled around himself trying to ward off the pain, “Yeah? I thought you didn’t take bribes?”

“Oh I don’t normally but I was given the perfect opportunity not only to try and hunt down Remy because I have you. Not only that,” He smirks. “You’re the guild's little pet. You know all the secrets in and out.”

Blue scoffed, “Like I would tell you anything.”

The guard laughed, “You might not now. Don’t worry, I have a plan for you.” Blue sneered at him. “I’d be careful with that face boy from what I hear your leader ain’t around to get you out of this one.” After the taunt though he waves off and walks out of the cell block

Blue relaxes when Atri walks out of sight. He sits up and goes about the usual pat down checking to see if all of his hidden away lock picks had been taken. No shoes so that was out. The couple he had sown into the seams of his pants, gone. He sighs it means either the guard has gotten smarter or they were told where they could be found. He quickly checks the cell. If he was lucky there would be a gift left from another thief. He frowns when he touches the ground and finds that instead of the layer of dirt, grime, and blood that normally covered the floor of these cells he found it clean. Along with the straw mat he was laying on. They really did prep this just for him. He groans laying back down on the mat. His chest feels like it’s on fire after so much movement. He can’t think properly. His head swimming with thoughts of betrayal. Cahir didn’t like him and a hostile takeover of the guild wasn’t unexpected but to stoop so low as to try and kill him or end him in this hell hole was a new low. He puts his arm over his eyes. The only thing there was to do was wait. Wait for whatever Atri had for him or be rescued by someone. Some sleep would do him good. Letting him pass the time and work on healing the wound.

He was woken by the sound of the main door opening, Blue rolled over and sat up knowing that whatever was coming that it was better to be at attention. Having just rested his mind was a little clearer now and it's at this point that Blue realizes he’s alone. No other prisoners was a bad sign for him because it meant there would be no one who could assist in contacting the outside world or to complain about treatment. It was Atri along with a couple of lacky guards. Blue grimaces as he sees the extra restraints in Atri’s hands. He slowly stands covering his chest with his arm trying to ward off the throbbing pain from his wound. He looks down at his bandage, finding that it’s soaked with blood. “You don’t have to stand on my account,” Atri says as he moves up to the door of the cell. Blue glowers at him, he’s frustrated. He doesn’t have a plan out of this and he can see the writing on the wall of where this was going to go. Arti shrugs and he unlocks the cell, the two guards making a formation to block the doorway making running nearly impossible. Blue knew with the state of his wound he wasn’t going to stand a chance. He backs up into the wall lifting one arm to at least try and defend himself. “We can make this easy Blue. You just need to tell me where the entrances into the guild are.”

Blue glares, “Get the bastard who gave me up to be your snitch.”

Atri smirks as he sets the restraints on the ground, “You and I both know what Cahir is up to.” The man lunges forward and knocks Blue into the back wall. He cries out as the jostling makes the wound in his chest rip open. He doesn’t have enough strength to fend off his hands being pinned above him. His wings give a frantic fluttering but they’re partly pinned between him and the wall. “If you kick this is gonna be worse for you.” Blue glared at the warning and completely disregarded it, kicking his bare heel into the side of Atri’s knee. Arti grunted but his pin didn’t falter. “You two,” He orders the guards as he presses his body weight into the smaller man. Blue struggles, hisses, and kicks as each guard places a manacel on each wrist. They then attach each one above his head by a short chain to the wall.

When he’s released it leaves him in a position where if he’s standing up straight there isn’t much strain on his arms now but he knows after sometime his arms being above his head was going to be a problem. Panting, looking down at his chest which now has blood dripping, seeping from the bandage. He closes his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts and think of a way out of this. A way to make this easier. Nothing comes to him in the few seconds he has before he’s socked right in the stomach. “Fuck!” he lets out doubling over straining his shoulders and lifting himself off the ground so his knees could try and offer some protection. The trio of guards are laughing as he struggles, forced to put his legs down after a few seconds of his body weight on his wrist and shoulder. The metal manicels are already pressing hard into the soft skin around his wrists. He coughs and sputters his body too freaked out to take in air properly.

“Awe look at the pride of the thieves guild.” Atri taunts getting his face up close to Blue’s. Blue debates retaliating but he thinks better of it. Intentionally antagonizing Arti was not going to get him out of here. So, he just glares. “Learned your lesson about fighting back, huh?” Atri smirks before pulling back away from him. “Good, now that we’re all calmed down, let's think about this for a moment.” He condescendingly taps Blue’s forehead twice causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. “Cahir left you for dead. Worse in fact if he intended for you to live. He’s using you as bait either to have me catch Remy or him catch Remy. Any guild members that follow his lead and don’t leave or come looking for the one of ya are probably not on your side. So why protect them?”

Blue lunges forward like a rabid dog on a leash, “You don’t know anything about the guild!” While what Atri was saying was true it was a question of how long the people he cared about took to clear out. They might wait it out sometime before realizing no one was going to come back to stop Cahir. Even if that wasn’t the case Blue wasn’t a snitch.

“I think I know plenty.”

“Well then Atri let's not mention what kind of man you are. If I gave you that information the entire city would be under siege and your men tend to have a hard time telling the difference between an innocent and a criminal. If I gave you that information you would use it to declare anyone you didn’t like a friend of the guild and slaughter half the town. You know since so many of them distrust you.” Then end of Blue’s sentence was punctuated by a slap from Atri. He takes it on the cheek, lowering his head in preparation for another attack. One doesn’t come through, Atri grabs him by the chin digging his fingers in the tender stinging flesh he just caused.

“I think it would be best to remember the position that you’re in Blue.”

Blue huffs, “You think I’m going to break over a couple of hits? Merchant women worried about breaking a nail hit harder than you.”

“I don’t have to rely on just physical pain, Blue.” Atri smirks. “I know you grew up on the streets but how long did you really go without a meal? Without water?” Blue turned his head away sickened by the idea of being starved. “From where I’m standing you are at my mercy to get you those things.” He then presses his hand over the bleeding bandage causing blood to seep out between his fingers and under his hand. Blue grits his teeth letting out a small groan trying to hold in a scream. He moves his legs to try and kick Atri away but he’s simply dodged. “You’re going to need treatment for this as well along with whatever else I decide to do with you,” He forces Blue to look at him, pressing their bodies together. “But it can all end. Hell, I’ll even let you out of here after the raid. You would be a hero after all. All you have to do is give me the entrances.”

“Go. To. Hell.” Blue gets out through gritted teeth, anger seeping out of his mouth mirroring the blood through Atri’s fingers.

“Fine.” Blue lets in a breath as Atri pulls his hand away from his chest. “I have some work to do but I can assure you that I will have no problems playing with you during my off time.” Atri frowns flicking blood off of his hand. Blue stands up straight to glare at Atri and the guards as they leave.

When they're gone a panic of being lost comes over Blue. He tries to fight it taking in deep breaths but his mind is spiraling down with panic. He doesn’t know what to do. From his perspective he was going to wither away for however many days it took for him to starve or dehydrate or get sick with infection. At the end of it he was going to die. If Cahir meant to kill him Blue wished that he had. For now he had enough resolve to tell Atri to go to hell. To think of his family, think of the town. He wasn’t sure what it was going to look like in two, three days time. He couldn’t imagine turning but what if…

That one what if scrambled his head for long enough that time seemed to pass. No windows, no natural lighting ment he had no idea how long it was since Atri had shown his ugly head. Cold stone had chilled Blue to the core and he was starting to lose feeling in his hands if he didn’t constantly try to rotate his wrists in his cuffs. Now though he was starting to get crushingly bored. Standing around arms tied to nothing to do. No one here to talk to. That was maddening. He tried to pass the time. Counting the bricks, reciting the rules of the guild in his head, reciting types of locks and how to pick them, reciting the few poems and songs he knew. Eventually, he was just left with his own thoughts, and unfortunately the thing his mind was focused on most was the things he least wanted to think about. Pain. The pain in his chest which had at least stopped bleeding leaving his chest a dried bloody mess. The pain in his shoulders and arms from having to be suspended for hours. The slow creeping pain in his stomach as hunger slowly descended. The pain every time he tried to lick his lips to create some saliva for his dry mouth which never came. The pain in his legs and feet for standing for so long. Every part of him wanted out of this predicament.

Hearing the door to the cell block open though wasn’t much of a saving grace. He stands at attention ready for Arti. The man walks up leaning against the bars. “Having fun?”

“Oh you bet,” Blue smirks, still trying to act like he has a fight in him. He really just wants to be left alone. It’s foreboding that the guard has his pike with him. Blue closes his eyes pressing the back of his head into the stone wall when Atri opens the door to his cell.

“You must really be having a fun time if you’re still not willing to tell me what I want to know.” Blue keeps his mouth shut. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to stick you a couple of times like the rat you are.” The boy braces himself against the wall for what he knows is coming as the sharp metal tip of the man’s pike presses up against his lower leg right under the kneecap. “Last chance.”

“No! Aghhhh…” As he shouts out it is turned into a gargled scream as the pike pushes through his leg straight into the bone. He cries out and wriths trying to get the Pike out of his leg but Arti keeps his grip firm. Blue’s writhing causes the Pike to slice and cut up his legs all around the puncture wound as he tries to fight it off.

“You’re doing more harm to yourself! Then I am!” Atri shouts over Blue’s screams of pain before a yank pulls out the spear. Blue goes limp trying his best to support himself with one leg. His long black hair has fallen into his face covering it but there is no hiding the sob that racks his body. More weight forced onto his shoulders and wrists.

Blue huffs out in anger after another sob, “Remy’s going to kill you.”

Arti laughs, “In case you hadn't heard or noticed your little guild master has gone and abandoned you. Left with no tabs on you or else he would have come already. You’re his favorite guild pet but I guess even that’s not enough.” Blue breathes out heavily in anger trying to think of a comeback but his mind is drawing a blank. “Okay, next chance.” The spear is put up against his forearm. He tries to twist away from the end of the pike trying to make sure it at least wouldn’t go through his arm but a quick shove on the end of the Pike sends it through delicate muscle and flesh. Blue lets out a gargling scream as he tries to kick and struggle in his bonds. Soon enough the pike is pulled out and Blue collapses placing all his weight on his shoulders. He tries to catch his breath but he doesn’t get a moment before the point of the pike is positioned right under his navel. Blue swallows in air, trembling for the next stab. “Really you haven’t had enough?”

Blue shakes his head sniffing, “I can’t. I can’t give you that information.”

“Can’t hmmm cause you can speak you know where it is. So it sounds more like won’t” With that the pike is shoved into the soft flesh under the man’s navel. He cries out but this time presses his back to the wall and braces himself. If he moves too much this time he is really going to hurt himself. He breathes heavily glaring at Atri. “It is still a can’t?” He taunts.

“Fuck off.”

Atri shuggs, “If you say so.” He sets the end of the spear down on the ground, the tip still in Blue, the movement causing him to throw his head back and grit his teeth so as not to scream. “I’ll see you in the morning. Probably should thank me, keeping it in will probably stop you from bleeding out.”

Blue quickly looks back at him in horror, “No! you can’t do this!”

“Oh I can.” Atri smirks, turning away and shutting the door to the cell.

“Please,” Blue beggs sobbing.

“No no you don’t want to tell me so I’m wasting my time here. I think I need to let you sleep on my offer.” The chained man hangs his head sobs racking his body. Atri smirked before turning away and heading back out of the cell block

Blue’s world was nothing but pain and shock. He couldn’t think clearly about what was going on just flinching away when the heavy iron door closed. His vision was blurred and spotty. He was drenched now in blood and sweet. He tries to lift himself off of the weight of his shoulders but he’s too weak and collapses back down again. This time into unconsciousness.

Blue drifts in and out of consciousness for… he doesn’t know how long. When he finally comes back too it is from an intense pain in his lower abdomen. He whimpers out before he curls up and screams out as the pike is pulled out of him. Causing dried blood and other stuff stuck to the blade to be pulled with it. “Stop!” He cries writhing under his bonds.

“Oh shut up,” His captor complains at him. Blue whimpers and squirms that being all he had the energy to do. He was coming on day two of no food or water. Along with hanging from his arms all night his shoulders had long separated from their socket. He sobbed as Atri approaches him and he shakes his head.

Atri chuckles, “Just a reminder that you can make all of this end at any time, Blue. Give me the guild entrance and I will be back with a hot meal, water, and a potion to close your wounds.” Blue shakes his head, still willing to suffer and probably die for the safety of the guild and town. Arti rolls his eyes at the defiance before he reaches down to his belt. “Well, don’t want you bleeding out quite yet.” He pulls off a cloth from his belt and a flask. He takes a swift drink from the flask, making blue realize how thirsty he was. His mouth was completely dry with no saliva in sight. His lips were cracked to the point of bleeding. He watches Arti with apprehension as he soaks the cloth with what was in the flask. Blue can smell the sharp burn of alcohol and he closes his eyes and grits his teeth in anticipation. Atri presses the cloth into the wound under his navel. Blue lets out a string of curses but he doesn’t fight it outside of tensing what he could. Atri takes his time slowly cleaning out the wound; it leaves the boy panting and crying though at this point tears were light. Soon enough Atri moves, pulling a roll of clean bandage cotton from his pocket and slowly wraps it around Blue’s lower abdomen. He then moves back inspecting his handiwork and the mess that he’s really made of the young man. Blue hangs his head wanting to slip back into the world of unconsciousness. He is desperately aware of the eyes on him though and shutters when Atri steps closer again. He screws his eyes shut just hoping that there wasn’t going to be any more pain today. He would rather just be left to wither away.

To his surprise he suddenly drops under his own weight as Arti releases his binds from the connection to the wall. He whimpers as he folds over on himself, collapsing in a heep on the stone floor at Atri’s feet. Atri just huffs looking down at him. Blue struggles to get himself into a less painful position but all of the strength has been taken out of him. A feeling of relief comes over him as footsteps walk away and as soon as the presence of Atri is gone he’s back to the land of unconsciousness.

He didn’t wake much in whatever time Atri was gone. A few minutes here and there nothing really long enough to process what had just happened to him. It isn’t until a long time has passed that he wakes slowly to the dark dungeon; there was no light; the only reason he’s able to see is his angelic heritage. He slowly moves trying to take count of the state of him. His arm was torn with sharp jagged scabbing on both sides of it. He is extremely lucky that he can still move all of his fingers with an injury that deep. His shoulders dislocated no doubt. The bandage on his chest was crusted with dried and smeared blood. Moving a hand over the spot though it felt burning hot likely meaning that it was infected. He put his hand down next to the wound on his stomach, surprised to find the cloth was mostly clear of blood seeping through it or at least from what he could feel. He hisses and moves his leg not really able to see it. It hurts but it feels like most of the damage was stopped by bone. His stomach was nothing but sharp pains of hunger and he wasn’t even sure he could open his mouth from how dry it was.

He readjusts himself to try and get some more natural sleep but that idea is quickly ruined by the sound of an iron door scraping stone. He moves, turning his head towards the cell door as Atri comes into view. He’s holding a tray in his hands. On it was a tall mug, a bowl with a half of a loaf of bread next to it, and a red liquid trapped in a potion bottle. Blue’s heart skips a beat at the idea of water and food. He whimpers moving closer to the door when Atri enters with the tray. The bowl likely held soup as Blue could smell meat and onion’]. Atri smirks looking down at him, “You want some of this?” He makes a move dragging in one of the wooden watch chairs from outside of the cell to the inside of it. Blue doesn’t move his pleading look of want turning to a glare of hatred. He knew what Atri was trying to do.

“Fuck… you.” Atri clicked his tongue as he sat down placing the tray into his lap.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to-” He’s cut off by the doors down to the cell block opening again.

“Captain Atri!”

“I am busy!” He shouts at the lackey.

“I understand sir but there are a couple of people who are here demanding to see you.”

Atri scowled, “Fine.” He gets up, placing the tray in the chair before he leaves the cell open.

Blue whimpers as he tries to get his body to cooperate. He needs to move, he needs to get out of here with the one chance. Or even with the chance to get something off that tray. He’s just too weak; he can't get up with one good leg. He drops his head back down on the stone resigned to his fate. He counts as time passes of how long Atri was gone. How long he could have been out of here if he had any strength left. He loses count long before Atri comes back following behind him are a man and woman. The man is dressed in Clerical vestments, white accented with red and gold. The women had this polished gold platemail with white and red fabric draped along it. Both of them had the symbol of a sword with a sun halo for the hilt. Blue recognized the symbol as that of the church of Iomedae. The goddess of justice. He trembled, not sure if they were friend or foe. He didn’t want to find out which. The woman stops just short of the cell entrance after Atri enters. “He’s not exactly what we expected.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Atri was clearly frustrated and annoyed no longer having that malicious glee underlining his voice. The priest brushes past both of them.

“There is only one way to be sure.” Blue shuffles his feet against the ground trying to get away as the man approaches.

He kneels, “I’m not going to hurt you son.” Blue doesn’t trust that for a minute as the man reaches out a hand towards his forehead but he can not get away in his current state. “My name is Father Armatus.” Blue closes his eyes tight as the man presses the palm of his hand into his forehead. His hand is simultaneously hot and cold to the touch as a bright light radiates from it.

After a moment the hand is pulled back and he glances back towards the woman and nods. “He’s ours.” Blue looks at him with tired but still confused and scared eyes. The Father moves his hands and soothes over his knee the feeling of warm water rushing over his leg gives relief to the pain. He knows the feeling of healing magic and he sucks in a breath of relief. “I’m from the church of Iomedae. We had heard of an unclaimed aasimar here and had to be sure that you did not belong to us. Which for your luck you do.” Blue wasn’t sure what to say, his head swimming with thoughts. He had never known his angelic origin but that seemed to pale in comparison to the idea that this might be his way out. But he was exhausted, his face just giving away to confusion. The Father frowns. “Did you not know, son?” Blue shakes his head certain that if moisture had not been kept from his body he would probably be crying. Armatus nods calmly in response to that as he moves to his shoulders. “Sister, will you help me?” The woman moves over and follows the Father’s motions to get to the other side of him. The Father carefully runs his fingers through the boy’s matted hair. “I’m sorry this is going to hurt but before we take you out of here I would like to deal with the wounds that will make it hard to move.” Blue nods, relaxing into the hand, disappointed when it’s removed. The sister holds him down, careful of his bandages as the Father takes Blue’s arm and pulls it straight, rotating it out then up while pushing down. The boy squirms and cries as it’s done, finally giving a scream as his shoulder is replaced with a pop. “You’re doing great,” The Father reassures as this time he places his weight into holding down Blue and the Sister grabs his arm on the other side. She performs the same action though a lot swifter than the Father. Blue writhes even after he’s let go as pain throbs and radiates from his two shoulders. He lets out a dry sob turning onto his side and trying to cover his face with his arms. The Father softly rubs his back, shushing him but letting him get it out of his system.

When he’s finally calm, his arm is touched and he moves it away slightly to look up at the Father who is holding a water skin in his hands. Blue desperately moves to get up, glad to find the Sister supporting him up. He leans forward and with the two’s help he manages to drink down nearly all of the water skin. He’s never felt so refreshed as cool water wets his lips, mouth, and throat. “Thank you,” he breathes out when done and he’s given a nod.

“Alright let’s get you up,” The Father moves to stand and the Sister does as well she picks up the thin man with her. Blue stumbles under his weight even without the pain in his leg but he’s caught and finds pretty much all of his weight being supported by the sister. His head lulls as the sudden motion up causes his head to spin. He shakes his head trying to come back to attention. He finds himself unsuccessful in keeping awake and passes out.

#Inprisonment #law enforcment #chest wound #blood #gore #restraints #starvation #dehydration #stress possition #stabing #arm wound #leg wound #torture #interogation #stomach wound #religious themes.#whump #oc whump #OC: cirelc

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gallowswhump · 1 year

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So a run down I am someone who smokes a lot of things and a bunch of products feel different. So here is my quick check of my personal experiences.

Smoking styles

So there are two ways that people commonly use Direct to Lung (DL) where you are typically breathing straight in (think inhaler) an and Mouth to Lung smokers where you briefly keep the smoke in your mouth before inhaling (MtL). I will mention it if relent but if I don't it means both smoking styles are used.

Puff VS Draw

Puffing is taking quick hits bringing only a little bit of smoke into your mouth at a time typically multiple times in a row.

Draws are the longer breaths that smokers will use to get more smoke in.

Nicotine Products

Nicotine itself makes a lot of people fell relaxed but the actual drug itself can increase stress levels. A lot of people who smoke though started as the only way to take a break at work. A lot of people use it as a self soothing tool. One really cool thing is if you have to much nicotine you can develop a head ache (I did my first time trying it).

-Cigarettes'

They fall into 5 different categories of how they feel and taste.

Tar Forward: These are really bitter really heavy on tar taste, the kind of taste you get from artificial charcoal brick smoke. The smoke feels like the temperature of walking past a fully on space heater. The smoke is very heavy and coats everything in it the taste will stay in your mouth for hours and often times people who smell really heavily of cigarette smoke will smoke one of these. These are going to be anything black labeled. Marlboros and Camels all do this except their lights and slims. Most people who smoke these are DL smokers.

Leaf Forward: These are ones where you get a lot more Tabaco flavor which tastes like eating green tea leaves. The smoke is at a lower temp and tends to not cling to you as much. These are going to be American Spirits and Newports.

Lights: Meant to taste like nothing but have just a light smoke taste to them like the kind of smoke you get right after you blow out a candle. Cold smoke and doesn't leave much behind. These are labeled lights and every brand has one.

Menthol: They taste like hot minty tooth paste. The smoke chills your lungs if you have ever used something like a vics rub it's that kind of sensation. Lots of brands have these always in a green package. People who smoke these are MtL smokers.

Flavored: Artificial flavoring always fruit the most common being grape taste like burnt lightly flavored candy. A lot of the fruit flavors also have Menthol so they will also have a slight minty taste and have the same smoke feel.

-Cigars

This tastes like bitter black tea. The smoke is about the warmth of a hot lamp (bread they would bring to you at a restaurant). The smoke lingers but is a little more fragrant. Cigar smokers tend not to bring the smoke into their lungs and keep it in their mouths.

-Hookah

A lot of people puff on the hoses on the corners of their mouths.

Tabaco: A lot of flavor the smoke is very sweet and the Tabaco is typically dried with fruit that lend the flavor. The smoke has no heat and is cooled by water on the way to your mouth. The smell of this though will cling to you for days.

eHookah: See vape bellow the only difference is that the vapor is water cooled.

Hash: Tastes a lot like burnt green tea and is super intense. The smoke is cold but feels almost sticky.

-Vape

For all of these the smoke is a water vaper saturated with glycerin so it feels heavy. Flavors are typically what they say on the tin. Anything with menthol the vapor will have a cooling effect.

Mods: These are the big devices that you would see people making sick clouds on. The temp is around that of warm milk but will get hotter with multiple pulls in a row.

Pods: These are your Juuls. There is a lot less vapor created by these and the temp stays consistent otherwise they are a lot a like.

-Weed

Disclaimer: I live in a state where it is legal. I also don't tend to smoke because I dislike the lingering smell but I will give you knowledge from the type of smoking I have done

Weed is super complex in flavor but typically has a green tea, bitter herb (like thyme or tarragon), and fresh grass kind of flavor. All of the ways of smoking it will have that same kind of flavor.

Joint: It's rolled in paper or hemp. You are getting a pretty raw weed flavor. Smoke temps comparable to a cigarette. They can have a paper filter at one end for a cleaner smoke otherwise they get a little ashy.

Filter Flavor: So these are joints that have a paper filter with a little flavor bead that you break to activate. They kind of work for smoke how like those water bottles that add flavor as your drinking them work. It adds a really concentrated flavor to the smoke.

Dab Pens: These are the eCigarettes of the weed world. They are filled with a semi liquid distilled weed product typically referred to as wax. They usually are flavored but the weed flavor is always there and is usually over powering. The vaper from these are typically sticky.

Smoker mannerisms

Typically cigarettes are held with one hand between the index and pointer.

Joints and Cigars are held between index and thumb.

Most eProducts except hookah are all full handed. Each device design is very different for how you hold it though.

The took to much in cough is a deep burning in your lungs that you can't get out. Usually causes coughing to the point of pain and a lot easier to induce when smoking weed.

Lots of smokers who smoke for flavor will hold smoke in their mouths for a while before letting it out.

People will blow smoke out their nose it stings a little bit.

Blowing smoke out your teeth when your angry is common.

Smoking causes flehm build up so you will see smokers spitting a lot.

The circle™

I know this blog is for prompts but I honestly always struggle with this in writing and I’m not sure who to ask so I hope it isn’t too much of a bother- I always struggle finding words or phrases for smoking.

How do you write someone inhaling the smoke and letting it go? Is that even what they do?

How do they feel after actually doing it?

Thank you!

I have never smoked, so I would give up this question to people who know more about it.

#smoking #drugs #my DMs are open if anyone has any continuing questions about smoking

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gallowswhump · 1 year

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Healing Magic

So I know there is plenty of people in this community who don't like healing magic. Not knocking it I get it but for you consideration:

A whumper with healing magic who heals the whumpee just to torture them again and again so the whumpee doesn't die or pass out. It also being a huge power move for whumpee to know that whumper really does get to choose if they live or die.

#whump #whump senario #torture #healing magic

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gallowswhump · 1 year

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Blue Eyes Part III

Blue finds himself at the hands of the guard and they are willing to do a lot to get information out of him.

Part I | Part II | Master List

Blue laughed still snarking even with his arms curled around himself trying to ward off the pain, “Yeah? I thought you didn’t take bribes?”

Blue scoffed, “Like I would tell you anything.”

Blue glares, “Get the bastard who gave me up to be your snitch.”

“I think I know plenty.”

“I think it would be best to remember the position that you’re in Blue.”

Blue huffs, “You think I’m going to break over a couple of hits? Merchant women worried about breaking a nail hit harder than you.”

“Go. To. Hell.” Blue gets out through gritted teeth, anger seeping out of his mouth mirroring the blood through Atri’s fingers.

Hearing the door to the cell block open though wasn’t much of a saving grace. He stands at attention ready for Arti. The man walks up leaning against the bars. “Having fun?”

Blue huffs out in anger after another sob, “Remy’s going to kill you.”

Blue shakes his head sniffing, “I can’t. I can’t give you that information.”

“Fuck off.”

Blue quickly looks back at him in horror, “No! you can’t do this!”

“Oh I can.” Atri smirks, turning away and shutting the door to the cell.

“Please,” Blue beggs sobbing.

“Fuck… you.” Atri clicked his tongue as he sat down placing the tray into his lap.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to-” He’s cut off by the doors down to the cell block opening again.

“Captain Atri!”

“I am busy!” He shouts at the lackey.

“I understand sir but there are a couple of people who are here demanding to see you.”

Atri scowled, “Fine.” He gets up, placing the tray in the chair before he leaves the cell open.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Atri was clearly frustrated and annoyed no longer having that malicious glee underlining his voice. The priest brushes past both of them.

“There is only one way to be sure.” Blue shuffles his feet against the ground trying to get away as the man approaches.

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Healing Magic

So I know there is plenty of people in this community who don't like healing magic. Not knocking it I get it but for you consideration:

#whump #whump senario #torture #healing magic

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gallowswhump · 1 year

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Reblog if I can put some lines from my WIP in your inbox

#ask games #ask tag #writer #writerblr #writerscorner #women writers #writers #new writers corner #new writers on tumblr #new writing blog #new poets society #writing community #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetryblr #poetry community

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Reblog this if you're a writeblr and you wouldnt mind:

Random asks about your wips

Being tagged in tag games by people you don't know yet

Strangers complimenting your work

Fellow writeblrs striking up conversations

Interaction with new writeblrs in general

I see so many folks afraid to jump in to the community, so hopefully this post will lay out like a welcome mat for new folks to come say hi :)

#anyone who is 18+ can interact with me always

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gallowswhump · 1 year

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what are your CHILDHOOD nostalgia songs. like shit ur parents played in the car when u were super young that became an integral part of ur existence

#phantom #cats #Les mis #Motown #queen

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A Bar Named Haven Part II

Continued From Here

Riesling saves a kid and gets a proper and rude introduction to the new captian of the guard.

CW: Alcohol, implied depression, drug use, under age drug use, police, police brutality, prison, racism, forced non sexual nudity

Riesling knew he needed to worry about being fired. He didn’t have much money stocked away anymore. Maybe enough for a few months. If he kept pulling stunts like that he would be unhirable in this town. He walks with righteous indignation towards his home and former business though. He would rather lose everything than sit idly by while people acted evil. He reaches the doors and grimises that the light is on. He has an idea of who it was but he still needed to be careful. He entered the door which was unlocked as well and sitting behind the bar was a redhead confirming his belief. “You’re home early.” The woman muses.

“You’re drinking my stock.”

“Stuff is gonna go bad if nothing’s done with it.” She leans over the bar. “What can I make ya?”

“Old Fashioned.” She nods and pulls a good whisky out from under the bar along with a glass. She plops a cube of sugar into the bottom and then a couple dashes of bitters. Then a pour of the whisky.

She passes it for a moment but as Riesling goes to grab at it she pulls it back away, “You’re home early.”

“Colye was at the event, Myrun” She sympathetically passes the drink to him.

“Did you at least punch him?”

“I wish.” Riesling downs half the drink in one gulp looking down into the drink.

“What’s next?”

“I dunno. Maybe it’s time to get out.” She frowns but doesn’t know how to respond. Anything she could say would be insensitive. She looks around at the empty seats mirroring the empty owner. This place used to be full of life and lives. People lived their community here. The cornerstone of night and gossip, but it was all gone. She knew Riesling thrived on life. A hectic bar where he was keeping up four or five conversations and double the amount of drink orders. The town came together here one mom without enough food for her kid. She gets a hand out from a farmer or someone lucky enough to have a garden or smart enough to figure out what can be grown inside. In exchange she would offer to come clean their home or watch their kids for a time. A man back with a huge fishing haul comes together with a man who has come back with a huge lumber haul and agrees to throw a bonfire. Of course with the condition that Riesling could bring drinks for all and the community could come together. The community like the bar had gone dark and dingy in the wake of its closing. Resiling’s willingness to stay and fight is the only reason that people haven’t also gotten out and moved. He brought out the good in people by being kind on his own. “How is Lucy?”

“She’s overworked. The Hospital is having to start turning people away. They've been overflowing with the sick since the ban…” Riesling just gives a grim nod. “She’s also talked about leaving.”

“Yeah…”

“She will if you do.”

“And then the hospital is down one more good doctor.”

“Yeah well it’s getting hard to live here.”

“I know.” Riesling grimises, finishing his drink.

Looking up in shock when the door bursts open and a woman comes running in. Riesling recognizes her immediately though as the mousefolk seamstress in town. “Riesling I need your help. Please, it's my son, Kon. He was fine this morning and then he fell really sick right before he got home. His siblings said that he collapsed and maybe that he ate something.” Riesling moves to standing and puts his hands on her shoulders.

“Calm down Toh breath.” He leads her over to sit down grabbing a cloth for her to dry her face with. “Kon is sick and maybe ate something?”

She nods, blotting her nose with the cloth, “I’m not sure. I suspected he had been doing something… but I don’t know. It was so sudden.”

“Did his siblings say what they thought they saw him eat?” She shakes her head weepily.

“No, Riesling I know that you aren’t supposed to but I won’t tell and I can pay.” Riesling calmly puts up his hands.

“Don’t worry about it.” He grabs his coat off the rack before heading for the door. He looks back at the redhead, “Make sure to lock up.”

The mousefolk woman quickly scuttled to the front of him leading him through town even though Riesling knew where he was going. They were making good progress through town. Then the two were brought to a halt in the middle of the street just a couple of blocks from Toh’s home. “You two!” Riesling grits his teeth, turning to face the officer. “What are you doing out this late?” Toh was trying to keep her trembling to a minimum but Riesling didn't hesitate to step up. He wasn’t sure who the officer was but just from his uniform he looked to be one of the recruits from uptown.

“What are you doing out this time of night?”

Riesling smiles and tilts his head trying to come off as friendly, he knew that cops typically distrusted his kind with devil blood and natural magic, “Sorry officer, this woman’s child is very sick and I am one of the few people she knows who know the right herbs to try and get him better.” The officer looks him up and down.

“No magic?”

Riesling gives a fake laugh, “Officer, I’m a Tiefling. It’s so rare for us to be granted with any holy magic.” The officer eyes him up and down before he turns away.

“Don’t let me catch you out here again.”

“You got it.” Riesling knew that his golden skin made him easier to trust unlike many of his red skinned brethren. He moves backing away from the officer before he doubles his efforts with Toh to get back to her home as quickly as possible.

Soon they are entering through the small wooden entrance of a dusty building with a sagging ceiling and a door that Riesling has to duck a couple of feet to pass through. Once inside he looked around the dingy but it was clean considering three boys lived there. He follows Toh through the house Riesling just barely catching two faces from a room off the small hallway peering at him. He keeps his eyes forward pretending not to see them as he’s led to the end of the hall.

His eyes came to rest on the side of the bed. A barely eaten dinner and a half drank glass of water was there. Then the boy himself was curled up deep into his blankets shivering. He kneels down carefully pressing his hand into the forehead. The small mouse boy was cold. Far too cold. He looks back, “Toh, can I get a very hot rag?” She nods disappearing from the doorway. Riesling sighs and carefully moves the boy so he’s on his back. “Kon?” He tries to pry but the boy is just feebly pulling at the blankets trying to get warm. He sighs he has some suspicions of what the kid took. He moves to forcibly open the boy’s eye. His pupils dilate rapidly. Kon shakes his head away, screwing his eyes shut.

“Reisling?”

“Yeah it’s me kid.” Tears pool at the corners of Kon’s eyes.

“Tell my mom I’m sorry.”

“Did you take Scale?” Riesling needs to know before he puts magic into this scale with magic being a dangerous mix.

“Yeah the silver one, I just- I just wanted an escape.”

“Silver? You’re sure?” Riesling needed to make sure that was the right color. Kon gives a small nod.

“T-the bag is hiding between the bed and the wall.” He looks over at Riesling then the water. The Tiefling stands and moves Kon to sit up a bit before helping him drink from the glass. His mother comes back as he finishes off the water.

“Is he?”

“He’s in bad shape but he’ll be fine. Get him some more water please,” He takes the warm rag from her and presses it to Kon’s forehead.

Kon bites his lip as he watches his mother leave, “You’re not going to tell her?”

“You’re going to tell her.” Kon looks away for a moment before nodding. “And I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” Riesling says as he moves, running his hand along the bed and the wall. Sure enough he finds a bag and he closely examines it. It’s hard to tell in the dark of the room and turns his hand over letting a ball of light come to rest in hand as he lets the bag up to the light. Luckily the kid was right, trace amounts of silver powder was what was left in the bag. He carefully places it back in its hiding spot. “Okay let’s get you back into shape but I wanna know where you got this from.” Riesling carefully pulls out a small leather pouch and unfurls it. Kon grimaces a bit before he nods.

“Some tiefling kid selling on the corner where Ms. Lucke’s shop is. One of my friends told me about him.” Risling nods as he finds a piece of charcoal in the pouch pulling it out. He lifts it and rubs it along Kon’s bottom lip while whispering, “Venenum corrumpebant.” Instantly the kid regains some color to his nose and eyes. Under his hands Riesling can feel his warmth coming back and he nods looking to Toh as she walks in with the water he asked for. “That’s it.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” He nods. “I’m going to head back to the bar let me know if anything else happens okay?�� She nods and Riesling throws a look to Kon to remind him he needs to tell his mother.

“Thank you so much Riesling.” Toh moves and hands out to him a beautiful silver bracelet set with perl and ruby. “It’s not much but it’s all I have to give you.”

Riesling frowns carefully, closing her hand around the bracelet, “I don’t need to be paid, okay?”

“No, no I insist please.”

The Tiefling tilts his head before sighing, “Just, I have some work clothes that need to be patched up. I’ll bring them in okay?”

“Are you sure? I know what you’re risking.”

“I’m sure Toh,” He gives a soft smile before pulling her into a hug. “I know times are rough. It’s okay.” She nods and returns the hug.

“I wish the bar was still open.”

“I know. It’s just a couple more months before I can try again.” Not that he had faith that he would be successful.

“Good luck,” She whispers, pulling away from him.

“Now, Toh your kids need you.” He moves for the door.

The walk home to the bar shouldn’t have been a hard one. He kept to the back way avoiding the main road and avoiding the way he had come just so he wouldn’t run into the same guard again. He was sure it wasn’t just pure chance that had him meeting face to face with the same guard again. “What did I tell you foulblood?”

Riesling lets out a calm huff at the slur, “I am just going back home.”

“That was pretty quick for a sick kid.”

“He ate something bad, he needed something to help him throw it up. Easy fix with the right herbs.”

“Uh huh,” The guard huffed. “You know I can’t let you go. Caught you breaking curfew twice.” Riesling is suddenly very aware that there were more guards around then just the one he met earlier. He very calmly lifts his hands over his head, very glad that he decided to not bring a weapon with him tonight. The guard snorts, “God Riesling you are trying so hard to keep that peacekeeper persona.” The tiefling stares him down as two other guards come from the shadows, each one grabbing one of his arms and locking him in cuffs. “No response?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Riesling is shoved forward causing him to glare back at the guard who pushed him. After he looks forward he finds himself chest to chest with the leader of this little band. Riesling towers over him by a good head of height, “Getting mad or angry would just be exactly what you want.”

The guard scoffs, “I don’t need you to get mad to do what I want to you foulblood.”

Riesling isn’t taken off guard by the punch that comes to his stomach. He only barely hunches forward a bit when it happens. He stares down the guard though trying to show he would not be intimidated by him. The guard then followed up by kicking Riesling in the side of his shin. Certainly trying to knock him down but the half-devil stays standing not making a sound. It hurt like hell but he would not give these men the satisfaction. The guard huffs in anger before he snaps his fingers and motions the two guards to take the tiefling off.

Riesling was half pushed half dragged to the local holding cells. A frustrating walk considering that he would have been more than happy to match pace if they had let him. Getting to the cells wasn’t much better as he’s nearly pushed over by the three guards as he’s taken into the inspection room. He knows the door in front of him doesn’t lead anywhere but the cells and behind him ends up getting locked. “No funny business,” Is the only warning he’s given before his restraints are taken off.

Riesling calmly rubs his wrist for a moment, sneering when unwanted hands go up to his shirt button, “I am more than capable of undressing myself thank you.” He calmly states. The guard looks at him with a scowl. Riesling calmly takes off his belt and coat first, calmly turning out his wallet and pockets for the guard.

“You go to some fancy party tonight?”

Riesling huffs, “No I worked one. I would like to keep these intact if you don’t mind.” He says it as he starts taking off the nice vest and shirt. “They aren’t cheap and I know you won’t pay for damages.” The three guards scowl at him before he calmly moves on to his pants and under clothes. He is unashamedly calm in the face of the three being on the guard's bad side was never a good idea in this town especially if he wanted to pass inspection and reopen in the next couple of months.

The head guard waves off the other two before he tosses a plain shirt and pants at the golden skinned man. “Was expecting you to have contraband on you.”

Riesling calmly looks at the man, “Despite being out after curfew I tend to only break the law when it's necessary.”

“Yeah sure foulblood. Next time don’t think you’ll be so lucky.” Riesling calmly shrugged before he put on the prisoner's garb. He’s then pushed forward by the back towards the cells. Looking around they are mostly empty. He recognizes a few lost faces of people he knew to be regulars once that have fallen on hard times having lost their homes. How was one to respect a curfew with no home to go to. No longer could the charities that used to exist afford to keep the unhoused and the state no longer provided any. He keeps his head high though as he walks past them. A shining member of the community of vagabonds and the left behind. He was not going to show any fear. He huffs as he’s shoved into a cell. He turns looking back at the guard at the door.

“Sleep tight,” He’s told condescending but they both know that no one sleep well on the thin metal framed cots in these cells.

Riesling just smirks and gives a soft spoken, “I’ll try.” Back to him before his cell is shut.

He in fact did not sleep well. Not that he did most nights these days anyways with the crushing worry of his community falling apart around him. His light dosing was broken by complaining from some of the other prisoners. “Please, I have to be at work! I’ll lose my job.”

“No one gets out without confirmation from the Captain.” Riesling sits up ruffling his hair through undoing knots in it. If the new Captain was going to be the one who was releasing people they were going to be waiting a while if they were at the party last night. No one was going to leave that party sober.

However, he sits at full attention when someone matching the part of Guard Captain walks in not a few minutes later as the guards are trying to get the prisoners under control. Riesling is in shock to see the soft blue-gray eyes of the attractive Captain from the night prior. It’s just a shared glance before the Officer turns to the stack of paperwork. There is a small frown that comes across the Officer’s face as he reads the first page. “Riesling.”

He calmly stands, “Officer if I may request to be processed last. Unlike most of these people I don’t have anywhere to be today.” There isn’t even a hesitation as his paperwork is set to the side. There is a tense quiet in the room between everyone else. Riesling himself is surprised by the Captain, usually his binding name would have been used especially on such paperwork. He wasn’t even sure that his virtue name would be on that paperwork. The idea gave him hope that not only did the Officer have some idea of the traditions that others kept but also he was observant enough to guess a virtue name off of one conversation. It might have been a lucky guess as well. A placeholder that wasn’t meant to be his virtue name but as something recognizable. Which was still preferable then to be called by an infernal name.

So Riesling watches. Being a bartender had let him get very good at reading people. The Officer while giving off an air of professionalism and power to those around him but was an open book to someone looking closely. First off, the man tended to keep his head down as much as possible and positioned away from being in direct light of any of the windows. When he did have to deal with the light one of his eyes scrunched a bit to try and fend it off. He was hung over. Not surprising considering how much Riesling saw him drink in his small interaction with him. Which means that he was probably drinking that heavily all night. Second, he was quick and efficient getting through every single person who had been brought in the night before. He had let every single one of them be pardoned with a warning. Better and less expensive than feeding them for however long they would be in there. Most importantly With every ‘I don’t have a home’ variation he saw the Captain’s shoulders sink a little lower.

“It’s break time boss,” One of the guards commented when the noon bell rang for town. Everyone else had been rotated out except Riesling.

The Captain nods, “You all can take your break, I'll finish off the last one.”

“You sure Captain?”

“I can handle one on my own.”

“Yes sir,” the rest of the guards took their turn to leave. The Captain picks up Riesling’s file before walking over. Riesling calmly stands back up to meet him.

“I could not have been that lucky in guessing your virtue name earlier.”

“I am a predictable man sometimes, Captain.” Riesling gives a charming smile. This Captain would be the make or break of his bar passing inspection in the next few months. He needed to be nice. “Just a shame I never caught your name.”

“Captain Harper Deveraux.” Riesling let out a breath, coming back to him that it was Deveraux’s boy coming into take over the guard here.

“Surprised you aren’t here over what happened last night.”

“What, you think Coyle or Cornwell would be that petty?”

“Yes,” It’s said with such a deadpan and sincerity that Riesling has to hold back a laugh.

“Well, no.”

“Caught after curfew,” Harper sighs, shaking his head as he flips through the record. He pauses before he gives a nod. “Ah, that would make a lot more sense.”

“What would?”

“I think this record of failed inspection explains why that tussle with Coyle happened.”

Riesling shook his head, “If you think I wouldn’t go after anyone harassing someone like that-” He stops when Harper puts up his hand shaking his head.

“I don’t doubt you on that.” Riesling crosses his arms. “Like everyone else you get a warning.” He moves, unlocking the cells and motioning for Riesling to follow, taking him back to the original inspection room.

A quick sweep of the room has Harper bringing Riesling a basket of his things. He sorts through his items making sure everything is there. Everything is fine until he gets to the dress shirt. He frowns as he turns it over, finding several slash marks made with a knife over the left hand chest portion. The motion isn’t unnoticed by Harper. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine.” Riesling shakes his head as he moves to take off his shirt.

“Really cause I’m pretty sure that your shirt wasn’t like that last night.”

“Yeah well…” Riesling shakes his head. He removes the prisoners' clothes glad to be out of the itchy cotton. He is well aware that Harper is watching him and as much as he would love to flirt with the Guard he has to remember that while yes attractive Harper was still in a position of power. A position of power that Riesling still considered to be inherently corrupt. So he quickly throws his pants on and his coat on with no undershirt. He wasn’t going to be going very far.

“Well Captain I guess this is goodbye.”

“For now,” Harper nods.

“Don’t say it like that Captain, it sounds like a threat.” A flash of something very tired and sad comes over Harper’s face before he shakes his head waving the Tiefling off.

#CW: Alcohol #implied depression #drug use #under age drug use #police #police brutality #prison #racism #forced non sexual nudity #OC riesling #fantasy whump

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