A Hockey Bro’s Introduction (x2)
I sorta’ just wandered aimlessly after meeting Caleb, before bumping into a whole different set of guys. They were fit, and in sport’s attire.
“Ey Rajie look, another one of Caleb’s fans.” The blonde member of the duo commented.
His partner laughed in turn. “Right?”
I blushed in response. “Oh, you two saw, whoa.”
Once again, I was stunned once I looked at someone’s face, but this time it was because of something else entirely.
“What happened to...?” I began to ask.
"Haha! Looks bad don' it? You shoulda' seen the otha' guys, right Rajie? Nice to meetcha' name's Wayne, and I'm the All Star Hockey Captain Eh. But I couldn't have gotten this good without my best bud Raj here! Hoot Hoot!"
“Totally.” Raj, Wayne’s equally beat up partner, said. "Wayne Brah, you're totally freakin' her out, ha! Don'tcha worry, he doesn't bite - his chompers are hanging by a thread as is! Hahaha! Name's Raj, and my Buddy Wayne here may be the captain, but I save his butt all the time, that's why I'm the All Star Goalie! Hoot Hoot! And not just in Hockey, but in Soccer and Lacrosse too. Heck, I'm just good at catching all kinds of balls! Erm, but not in that way - Not that there's anything wrong with that!"
Those two got into another laughing fit from a joke Wayne told that I didn’t understand, but might’ve had something to do with hockey? They hooted in unison and chest bumped each other, throwing me out of the conversation like a wayward puck.
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unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy
"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.
I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.
I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.
I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.
I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.
I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.
I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.
I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.
I want it to be nasty!!!!!!
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As a kid, Eddie had fucked up teeth. Like, fucked up fucked up. Had to have braces for 4 years, fucked up. And he had this tooth, this little sharp one that stuck out oddly in the back of his gums, always cutting into his tongue and making it hard for anything to properly fit in his mouth. The dentists would all surround his mouth in a sort of awe whenever he was able to get an appointment, but yet he proudly showed of that sharp little tooth, telling everyone he had an extra canine.
Come time for his braces, he quickly realizes two things. One, ow. And two, that tooth wasn’t extra, meaning extra pain to get the other teeth separated and that one in its rightful place. Even when he got older, he still sometimes lamented to Steve about how nobody ever actually told him he was just a little stupid when it came to his teeth.
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imagine being cellmates with barton while you're both in arkham, and so you're kind of anticipating something kind of spooky happening at least once. but then you witness orderlies try to force this mass hiding underneath the blanket of the bed opposite you (that turns out to be barton) out of bed, and it honestly completely breaks that illusion. because apparently, he's done this before and only when he's severely depressed. so it's just kind of more hard to watch than anything because this essentially emphasizes that he is, in fact, a human being... not an animal despite most of the staff treating him like it. and the doctors at arkham either don't care about him having dysthymia (chronic depression) or aren't treating it enough because it can literally get so bad that he can't get out of bed
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And the time zone will be... I want to say 5/6 hours ahead and it'll be for school .. so .. not forever :(
WHAT. FIVE TO SIX HOURS. falls to my knees
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