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dresden-syndrome · 8 months

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25/II-1964. Class 4 detention unit, State Security department No. 419, Berlin region, German Democratic Union Republic, EESU

"I told you to answer the f**king question!"

The officers' screams kept ringing in Axel's head, echoing through the dirty dimly-lit basement room. He was dragged to the interrogation room about five hours ago - not a long time - yet it felt like an eternity. Every movement, every breath penetrated his body with sharp jolts of pain. His arms, twitched behind the back by a rusty chain, were getting unbearably exhausted - Axel felt himself almost wishing not even for a release, but for another torture, just to get his aching muscles a long-awaited relief.

Back then, listening to the plans of a mission he was assigned on, Axel never thought he would end up like this - let alone be exposed so fast. "How foolish", he wondered of himself, "expecting anything nice from this shithole of a country". Given a chance to wind the time back, he would've refused the task without a second thought. Now, it's far too late.

"Still silent, huh? You're getting yourself into a really bad position, boy."

A punch in the face.

In a shot of blinding pain Axel felt a warm stream of blood running down his mouth, giving an unpleasant metallic taste.

"Say it! Now! You're not getting any mercy from us, you disgusting bourgeoise West German spy!"

Another punch. Even harder.

"I'm... Not a..."

As Axel tried to raise his voice through the agony, the blood filling his mouth dripped on the floor. The pain was turning into anger.

"You're a liar!" the officer yelled right in the prisoner's face, "Don't try to fool us around!"

"I'm not... from the West..." Axel gathered his remaining bits of strength to finish the sentence, spitting the blood into, as he hoped, officer's jacket.

Next thing he felt was an excruciating sharp punch in the stomach - so hard it caused him to cough up.

"We'll kick out all these disgusting lies out of you."

Day 9 of Whumptober

Prompt: "You're a liar"

Art taglist: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #you're a liar #oc #art #blood tw #chained #collar #blindfolded #historical whump #military whump #interrogation whump #whump community #whump art #whumpblr #whump oc #captive whumpee #whumpee #whump ideas

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spinspoon · 7 months

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woahg ...... objec ...... now in color !

#spinspoon draws #lineless art #(technically its lined but thats my finished art tag SHH /lh)#osc #osc oc #object oc #speech bubble (oc)#name tag (oc)#lucky (oc)#blindfold (oc)#sticky notes (oc)#plastic spoon (oc)#toast (oc)#traffic cone (oc)

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latenightsleeper · 19 days

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I think my favorite thing about Tank, as a character that I’ve made, is how many contradictory characters traits they have. Anyone who has gotten me into DMs to talk about Tank knows it’s one of my favorite things to talk about with Tank.

How Tank, even at the core of their being, is NEVER truly honest with himself. Is almost constantly passively lying but so desperately wants the truth.

Tank hates fighting but is so damn good at it, good enough for a while they had a profitable business with it.

Tank reacts to affection and attention like he’d break out in a rash from even a touch but we all know how much Tank craves it like a starving dog.

Tank bites, makes other people bleed and fall to the floor, no easy fight. Sharp tongue and even sharper teeth, violence a well cared for and crafted blade in Tanks hands but still..

Still Tank is so afraid, all the time. Of everything, of everyone truly.

Tank is a hunter, a predator, a dog tugging at his leash but they have prey fear AND prey rage. That abstract mix of horror and desperation of a cornered animal about to be skinned. The desperation of not wanting to be the next lump of cooking flesh on the floor, even if they had to be the one skinning someone else to make sure of it.

It’s almost funny, how much blood Tank has on their hands to make people forget the sound of their scared heart.

They can never stop hearing the quickening beating in their ears, even if their heart feels stone still.

No matter how many times people point and yell wolf, Tank will always feel like prey

#sleep speaks #latenightsleeper #oc: tank #me poking at my characters #anyone who’s been in DMs with me know how crazy the rabbit hole of tank lore goes #would you call this a tank fact?#idk #i enjoy picking at characters brains #I like knowing what makes them tic #even if I’m the one who has to make it all work in its odd ways #tank really is just my own character at this point #I should really give you guys lore on him #the lore is coming i promise i just suck bc the wips are beating me up in the Dennys parking lot with bats and im drunk and blindfolded

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flowershaveeyes · 2 months

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isn’t he so bbg — from a painter named painter . . . # !

xxx

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst scarabia #twisted wonderland scarabia #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #scarabia oc #I LVOE HIM #HES MY BABY!!#his unique magic is called #“all birds of a feather”..#also #lowkey VERY low-key loosely based off that #parrot from aladdin #like jafar’s parrot i think??#idk it’s real fuzzy #but uh yeah his UM lets him talk to birds #and gives him like this homing thing all birds have so like even if he’s blindfolded #he can still find a way to a certain place as long as he’s been there before #can’t talk to ANYONE in nrc (except ortho & his friends #carol + lux)#because he thinks they’re too pretty #but still says he’s not into guys and only likes “ladies” because liking guys AS a guy would be “RIDICULOUS”#he’s not fooling anyone. his closet is made of glass.#he’s also indian coded #OH and he says he wishes he could be as pretty as vil or like leona but #he’s literally mistaken for a pomefiore student #by HIS OWN DORM MEMBERS???#cause he barely talks to anyone and looks #like he belongs to pomefiore.. canon pretty boy!!

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impossible-rat-babies · 1 month

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thinking. rotating even. eyrie’s way of showing love and how it so quietly bloomed during their time in thavnair w estinien. how it slowly found its way there and so much of how it was both felt. they love each other—as friends and romantically. it’s all there, utterly unspoken, but it’s there.

#and then stuff got all up in the way #yeah love won’t save the possibility of eyrie slowly and painfully dying to aetherspurn #nor their unresolved trauma with the events of endwalker #yes they love each other dearly but the time isn’t right #they love each other tho. it’s all there #maybe things will go places in 7.0 I dunno #secondary and tangentially related thought connected by patch content #but I dunno if zero ever sees eyrie’s eyes #I dunno the EW patches for me have always felt like it’s go go go #I don’t mind that it just means that zero very quickly arrives and makes an utter mess of eyrie’s head and then leaves #there is downtime I do believe but like. after the trial on the big red block it all goes really quick #but eyrie is still using a blindfold most of the time w their severe vision issues #so zero never really gets a good look at their lifeless looking bleached eyes #oc: eyrie kisne #rotating the patch content in my head as it usually goes

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melt-in-the-sun · 1 year

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samuel showing off his toy :> + blinfold alt

commissions open!

#whump art #oc daniel #tied up whumpee #restrained #oc samuel #blindfold #gagged whumpee

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whumperofworlds · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 3: Just Do It

Now on AO3!

A/N: *insert meme here*. Anyway, nothing to say here! Enjoy!!!

TAGS: @gala1981

Content: stabbed with arrows, blood, forced to hurt another, crying, tied up, blindfolded

ENJOY!

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@whumptober Day 3: | Solitary Confinement | "Make it stop." | ALTERNATIVE: Reluctant Whumper

Hawthorn glanced up, eyes wide, as the door to his cell was opened suddenly. About ten guardsmen—all in gold armor—approached him, smirks on their faces. Hawthorn couldn't see any rope in any of the men's hands; why do they want him now?

Hawthorn scooted away from them until he hit the wall, his eyes growing wider every second. His body shook not from the cold air that bit his skin, but also from the fear.

"Wh-what do you want with me?" He asked, trying to keep his stuttering to no avail.

The men laughed at his fear, as if it was a humorous thing to them, before rough hands grabbed Hawthorn by the tunic. They pulled him to his feet, with one forcing a bow and a few arrows in his hands. He looked at one of them with confusion etched on his face.

"You're going to do some target practice, little archer," one guardsman said with a sneer.

"Wh-what?" Hawthorn questioned, but decided to not ask as he was pushed towards and up the stairs. Up to the top of Brennus' castle.

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The moment the bright light hit his eyes, Hawthorn shut his eyes tightly. Once his eyes were adjusted to the light for a few seconds, he blinked to clear his vision. How long was he in that cell? It had been days now since he was captured by Brennus, most likely. He briefly wondered if Alder and the other Fierce Forests were looking for him.

When he looked around and saw what was in front of him, however, his heart stopped, and a gasp escaped him. His eyes widened at the shocking sight.

Alder. He was bound to a wooden post, his hands behind the post and his feet tied to the post with rope. He was also blindfolded, preventing him from seeing anything or anyone.

"Aldy!" Hawthorn gasped. When was Alder captured? Hawthorn hadn't even seen him in the dungeons under the castle! Unless…

Brennus was holding him in his throne room.

The mere idea of his Alder being that close to Brennus made him shiver. Seeing the bruises that mottled his skin and the blood splattered on his beloved didn't help with that idea at all.

Alder jumped upon hearing the familiar voice—despite being blindfolded, he recognized his beloved's voice right then and there.

"Hawy?!" He cried. "Are you unharmed?! Did Brennus—"

"That's enough, now."

Both men froze at the voice from the door where the stairs were, and Hawthorn turned to see Brennus appearing on the top of the stairs. The taller man grinned his famous vicious grin, as he studied the two men he had captured.

Hawthorn aimed the bow and arrow he was given towards Brennus, but stopped when he felt a sword poking his back. He froze, his hand on the arrows back. He knew that one false move meant death for him.

"Xylon, Xylon, Xylon…" Brennus tsked, shaking his head. "You should know better than to aim that at the king himself."

"You're no king!" Hawthorn growled, defiance in his voice. "You're a damn tyrant, and you know that!"

Brennus' smirk turned into an intense frown, and before Hawthorn knew it, a hand met his cheek. The smack echoed in the air that Hawthorn was sure the people of Willowdale heard it. He grunted, falling on his side from the blow. He rubbed his red cheek after a few moments of laying on the ground. The bow and arrow laid by his side, forgotten for a moment.

"Hawy!" Alder gasped. "What are you doing to him?!"

"Settle down, Maverick," Brennus said in a mocking tone. "The fun hasn't even begun!"

He knelt down to Hawthorn's level, before grabbing him by his green hair, pulling him back on his feet. Once Hawthorn was on his feet, Brennus bent down to pick up the bow and arrow and shoved it in Hawthorn's arms.

"What do you plan on doing to Aldy?!" Hawthorn demanded, his glare firmly on his face. "If you harm him in any way—"

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Xylon! I won't be the one to hurt him…" Brennus laughed, and before Hawthorn knew it, Brennus forced him to turn towards the bound Alder. His smirk grew wider as he pointed at the red-haired man. "You will!"

"What?!" Hawthorn gasped, his eyes wide and his mouth gaped open. Him? Hurting Alder? No. Hell no. He was not going to hurt his boyfriend. Especially by Brennus' order.

Hawthorn turned to glare at the king. "Like I would do that!" He shouted in defiance.

"Oh, but do you have a choice?" Brennus pointed out. "Or would you rather me hurt him and potentially kill him?"

Hawthorn froze, weighing his options at this point. If he hurt Alder, especially with his bow and arrow, chances were good that he would hurt his beloved seriously. But it wouldn't be fatal if Hawthorn was careful. But the mere idea of pointing his arrow at his boyfriend still didn't sit right with him. If Brennus did it…

"Hawy."

Hawthorn glanced at Alder upon hearing his voice. The other man smiled, looking in Hawthorn's direction despite the blindfold. "It is okay. Do it; or Brennus would kill both of us."

"B-but I can't, Aldy!" Hawthorn protested, tears filling his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you!"

"Hawy, please," Alder reasoned, "you have to do it. I will be fine, I promise."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks, as Hawthorn sniffled. He didn't want to hurt his beloved like this. Especially in such circumstances. But for Alder?

He had no choice. He had to do it.

Hawthorn gulped, trying to keep his tears in check. He raised his bow and arrow, pulling the string and the arrow back. He had to aim it somewhere that wasn't fatal—as an expert as an archer, he knew where.

Thwip

The arrow pierced Alder's knee, and to his credit, he only gritted his teeth in pain. He sucked in air through his teeth, as blood began to seep down his pant leg.

Hawthorn gritted his teeth too at the sight, as he tried to look away. However, Brennus grabbed his chin and forced him to glance back at his handiwork.

"See this?" Brennus chuckled. "This is what you get for trying to stand up against me! Your boyfriend gets hurt!"

He released Hawthorn's chin, before he took another arrow from a guardsman's hand before lending it to Hawthorn.

"Another," Brennus demanded.

Hawthorn didn't need to be told twice. He took the arrow as he readied his bow, before raising it and aiming it at Alder once more. Seeing Alder in pain broke his heart—if only he was stronger, if only he was—

He felt someone smack him on the back, and Hawthorn lost his focus. He released the arrow by accident, and it hit Alder's stomach. The red-haired man's screams echoed in the sky, and Hawthorn could see the tears falling from behind his blindfold.

"ALDER!" Hawthorn screamed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Oh Goddess Above, I'm so sorry!"

"Another," Brennus demanded again, taking another arrow before shoving it in Hawthorn's hands.

Tears spilled then, as Hawthorn sobbed, his crying mixed with Alder's. He tried to aim the arrow again at Alder, but his shaking hands and his tears prevented him from shooting the arrow.

"Well?" Brennus asked with impatience, "Are you just going to stand there and cry? Or are you going to do what I asked?"

"G-go to the Dark World, you asshole," Hawthorn hiccupped.

Another slap, another fall on his side. Hawthorn curled up into a ball on the stone cold floor, sobbing his eyes out. Before he knew it, his hair was pulled and he was forced back onto his feet. Brennus then wasted no time to shove the bow and arrow in his arms again.

"H-Hawy," Alder gasped, trying to hold in a sob. "D-do it… you have to."

"B-but Aldy," Hawthorn protested. "I hurt you! I can't—"

"Just do it!"

Hawthorn wasted no time aiming his arrow at Alder again, before releasing it. The arrow pierced Alder's shoulder, and the other man cried out in pain. However, his sobbing died down, as the tears slowly stopped flowing.

"One more time," Brennus demanded once again, taking a final arrow and giving it to Hawthorn.

Hawthorn gulped, and with shaky hands, he took the arrow before he aimed it at Alder once more. Just one more. One more and it would be over.

He fought the urge to shut his eyes out of fear. If he did so, he would end up hurting Alder more than necessary. He took a deep breath, and he released the arrow.

Thwip.

The arrow pierced Alder's other knee, and he gulped back a cry of pain. Hawthorn could see the few tears falling from the blindfold, and he got on his knees. He dropped his bow, as tears leaked from his own eyes. Guilt hit him. Hard.

I shouldn't have been caught.

"Enough," Brennus said, holding a hand up. He then approached Alder, pulling out his large sword. Hawthorn gasped, fear gripping his heart, but sighed in relief as Brennus cut Alder loose. Alder fell to the ground on his side, blood pooling around him.

Hawthorn couldn't help himself. He rushed forward and gathered up his Aldy in his arms. Tears fell like small rivers as he held his unconscious boyfriend tightly. This entire thing was his fault, and now Alder was severely hurt because of that.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He could only mutter to Alder.

He didn't hear Brennus ordering his men to take Hawthorn back to his cell, until the guardsmen took him by the arms and dragged him away from Alder. Hawthorn could only hold up one hand as his vision blurred from his tears.

"Aldy… I'm sorry…"

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #reluctant whumper #oc #fic #blindfolded #blood #stabbed with arrows #torture #tied up #hawthorn #alder #brennus #crying #tied to a pole #my whump stories

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