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brutal-nemesis · 2 years

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Silence Day 2022: Hitting the Nail on the Head

Many people over the centuries have tried their own unique ways of Shut The Fuck Up, Castys. Here is one of the many such instances, set in an AU for Personal Reasons ❤

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Ingredients: hammering nails into a guy, mouth whump (not teeth, but tooth whump mentioned), some tongue whump, choking (on a liquid), burns

Everything about this was, in Castys’s opinion, incredibly generic. Cold metal table, check. Tight ropes around his wrists and ankles, check. A handful of dudes smirking down at him, one brandishing a hammer, check. The rope over his forehead was new, he supposed. Ooh, another twist, they were taking the fucking gag off.

“Afternoon, everyone. What fun game are we gonna play today, huh?”

The one holding the hammer waved it in the air a little. “We’re gonna finally shut you up for good, Black.”

“Aw, you gonna knock all my teeth out instead of pulling them to use as your stupid gambling chips? You know people don’t need teeth to talk, right?” Castys was sure that wasn’t it, but, what, were they gonna break his jaw or something? They said for good, but that shit would heal so he didn’t-wait was that a fucking-

“You’ll see, so just hold still, you fucking cockroach. Wouldn’t want to mess it up and make us start over, would you? You can’t be that stupid.” Hands descended on his face, pulling his upper lip back, holding his mouth closed, pressing the point of a fucking nail to his gums. Castys couldn’t make remarks at them anymore, just stuck breathing heavily through his nose as the person holding the hammer got it lined up, shifting their grip on the nail, raising the hammer, smirking, saying something he couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in his ears, and then, finally, dreadfully, swinging the hammer down.

Castys jerked against the restraints as the bright little point of pain in his upper jaw tore open into a scorching sun, blinding and so intense and definitely nowhere near done getting worse. He barely had time to take a breath before the hammer fell again, and now he was definitely screaming, and he couldn’t even feel the hands on his face anymore because all that existed was pain, that and the sound of the slightly rusted metal scraping its way through his jawbone. A third swing and the nail punched through completely, the sharp point digging into his tongue where it had been resting on the roof of his mouth, just his fucking luck. Each successive hit of the hammer drove the nail further in, scraping against the roof of his mouth, more and more blood gushing out, pooling in his throat, choking him, each pointless cough making him jerk uselessly against the hands holding his head still, driving the pain gripping his face further and further beyond the plateau he’d thought it reached.

And then it stopped. The pain didn’t stop, no, not in the slightest, but the hammer stopped coming down, the nail stopped digging further in, the hands stopped holding his jaw shut. He tried to turn to the side and cough out some of the damn blood, but the rope across his forehead made that very super difficult so he gave up and just coughed it up into the air, which went about as well as he expected, which was not well at all. Before he could say anything cool and funny, which would have taken a while because he could not think of anything cool and funny to say at the moment, his jaw got slammed shut again, momentarily pinching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, because he needed more blood in his fucking mouth. On the bright side, he didn’t really feel it because Wow The Nail In His Face Hurt A Whole Lot. And judging by that prick on the gums of his lower jaw, he was about to get another one!

He kind of had a guess as to where this was going. Like, the whole thing in general, since he was very certain where the next nail was going to go, because it was-fuck yup yup there it was making its merry little way through his mandible bit by large bit and he was so smart this time and kept his tongue well away from the bottom of his mouth which was about the only conscious movement he could make at the moment because the rest of him was far to squirm-around-in-pain but it paid off it did the nail didn’t poke his tongue until it did because now it was burrowing into the base of his tongue which he couldn’t really help wasn’t that delightful this was all so delightful and fun and didn’t hurt like he was being injected with acid that was also on fire they were just nails why did they hurt so much maybe it was the fact that they were around his tooth-nerves it sort of felt like tooth pain now that he thought about it but it was hard to think about anything well not hard to think exactly just hard to focus he kept jumping around from one thing to the next in his head trying to think about something that wasn’t the nails or the pain or the screams trapped in his throat or the ropes tying him down or the hands holding his jaw closed or the fact that he was alone here now and might never see-

Hey, pay attention, they were saying something, holding up a thin metal wire, bringing it towards his mouth, wrapping it around the nails, pulling tight, tight, so tight that his teeth were pressed together uncomfortably hard, and then there was some device he didn’t recognize, sort of like a gun, pressed against the wire, against his teeth, and it was hot, burning, scorching, he couldn’t breathe in and out fast enough, eyes squeezed shut as tears leaked out, fists clenched, stomach twisting, he was stuck, trapped here in this awful, agonizing moment, fire piercing his every nerve, and maybe the hands left his face, or maybe they just weren’t gripping him as tightly, and the fire might be calming down, quieting, growing more dull, more tolerable, his breathing slowing…

Castys pried open his eyes and glared up at the people surrounding him, who all looked way too fucking pleased with themselves. One of them patted his cheek. “Well, Black, how’s it feel? Got anything to say?” Castys tried to open his mouth, but even attempting to move his jaw shot infinitely more awful pain needles into his entire face, so he just ended up wincing as they all laughed at him.

“Now you’ll be all quiet and well-behaved like your late buddy Red, won’t you?” another one jeered.

“Best of both worlds, even if he’s not as pretty.”

“Hey, he’s a lot prettier with his stupid annoying mouth shut!”

Castys wanted nothing more in the world than to bite all of these fuckers like a rabid bat but instead he got to lie there and be quiet as they made all their dumb comments and pulled on his stupid long hair and poked at his face, which definitely did not hurt like hell. Eventually they got bored, thank fuck, and Castys didn’t resist much as they dragged him back to the cell and shoved him inside, hard enough that he fell to his knees. Sighing, he forced himself to his feet and walked a few steps, plopping down on the edge of the bed. He was glad that shit was over, but now he was…

Reluctantly, Castys reached up to tug at the wire tying the nails together. He knew it wasn’t gonna come off, but he still had to try. Yup, stuck, all melted together by a dot of metal that was still pretty warm to the touch and tangled around the nails stuck in his fucking skull. Maybe he could-ouch no no nope, not gonna be able to pull those out. At least, not without some pliers or something, if he would even be able to do it to himself. Giving up for now, he sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, curling up against the wall on the corner of their…his bed.

The sounds of the jungle outside were the same as ever, but the cell was so…quiet. It had been ever since…and now he couldn’t even talk to himself or sing badly or say weird things to the guards outside he just had to be…silent. He supposed he could bang on the walls or something, but he wasn’t really in the mood. All he really felt like doing right now was being quiet, just like his fucking captors wanted, so hooray for them, they fucking won, whatever, but it wasn’t because of the nails, he just…

There was only one person he wanted to fill this silence, and he wasn’t here anymore. Might never come back.

So, for now, and maybe forever, it was quiet.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch @suspicious-whumping-egg @pumpkin-spice-whump @painsandconfusion @i-can-even-burn-salad @befuddled-calico-whump @whumpinggrounds @whump-queen

#i wrote something #castys #silence day #silence day 2022 #mouth whump #jaw wired shut #tongue whump #there is a 247 word sentence and i am sorry #misuse of a soldering gun #if you dont know what that is it's like a hot glue gun but full of molten metal it's used in circuits and shit #this isnt how they wire people's jaws shut for like live people but #on dead people they sometimes use this thing called a needle injector to stick needles into the upper and lower jaws #and tie them together with a wire!#and i thought that would be fun to do to castys and yup it was :)#they call castys ''black'' because of his eyes #they're technically brown but it's a dark enough brown #and his buddy has blue eyes so they were black and blue in the beginning <3 #but then blue's nickname got changed to red for fun malicious reasons 🤧#anyway yes they made castys grow his hair out and he *hates* it #it annoys him so much he wants to cut it all off #long-haired castys is very cursed though 😔#so i dont inflict it on him too often cuz short hair just suits him a lot better #but if anyone wants to see a picrew of it lmk i have a couple lying around

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hqmillioncorn · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite Day fourteen: Clear

Babycorn set Cherrypit down on the floor of their home-for-now. As Babycorn liked to call it. It had been a weird day. There had been a lot of people looking at her when they walked back into the city and there were even some that walked away from them. They were people she already talked to and gave her food once. Speaking of food… Cherrypit had been chewing on a rock almost all day. Babycorn was curious about what it tasted like. She turned the rock to the side and bit down. “...Tasty…” It really wasn’t.

It had been about a week since Babycorn and Cherrypit had wandered into Ul’dah.

In that time they had managed to get lost six times, eat copious amounts of garbage, scrape their knees twice and meet lots of new people!!! Outside of the house was way bigger than Babycorn had ever thought it would be! And there were a lot more people too!

It was absolutely incredible!!

Today was the seventh time that they had gotten lost, but it hardly mattered to them. The more places they saw in Ul’dah-the more chances Babycorn had to find where her mama and papa were hiding.

Today Babycorn decided to do something different and run around the outskirts of the city.

A stark difference to yesterday when she and Cherrypit almost got caught being somewhere they were not supposed to be in after Babycorn wanted to try and climb to the highest point in Ul’dah for a better view.

While Babycorn hadn’t completely given up on that idea. She just wasn’t in the mood to walk a bunch of flights of stairs again. Her legs got kinda tired. Instead, she had just decided to sit down near one of the entrances to Ul’dah.

It was a different entrance than the one Babycorn and Cherrypit had come through a week ago, but they couldn’t really tell. Babycorn was convinced this was the same way she came through. If that was the case then her parents would come through here too!

Babycorn hummed a familiar song to herself and drew in the dirt using her feet. The only thing she could really draw was a big circle or a butterfly but it was funner than just staring off into nothing while she waited.

Waiting for their parents was kind of not that fun but it was only gonna be for a little itty bit. Babycorn just knew!

“Then when we mama and papa come back they can see all the fun stuff we see!” She told Cherrypit. He was sitting on her lap, chewing on a rock he had picked off the ground. It was a little bigger than his hands and tan in color, it might have really just been a bunch of dried up dirt but it's not like either sibling could tell. Or care.

Babycorn continued to talk about everything they could do when reunited with their parents.

“Mama and papa can get us tasty snacks again!” Babycorn began to drool just thinking about them. Elelote and Cocorn often brought back candy and sweets for their children whenever they came back from their trips. Babycorn was shocked to discover those same snacks lived in Ul’dah too!

That discovery only added more to the fire of Babycorn’s idea that her parents would to Ul’dah to look for them.

Any day now!

“Do you see anything Cherry?” Babycorn asked.

Cherrypit blew a few tiny spit bubbles with his mouth and babbled, “Nahnah!” Which probably meant something along the lines of, “No.” He then continued to chew on his rock and continued to periodically swivel his head to the side.

Babycorn had noticed he’d been doing that a lot lately.

“Hmm…” Babycorn looked down and turned her brother so he was facing her. He swiveled his head again and his bangs followed. She could see the corner of one of his eyes for just a second before his bangs fell back into their usual place, completely covering his eyes.

Cherrypit let out a whine and shook his head back and forth. Babycorn understood what was happening.

Back home Cherrypit used to do the same thing. He hated having his hair in front of his eyes and would cry until someone pushed the hair out of the way. Babycorn knew that her mama always used these special pins to keep Cherrypit’s hair in place. So he would be happy and stop crying.

But now both mama and the pins weren’t here. And Babycorn couldn’t keep his hair up for too long, her hands always got tired.

“Uuummm…Ummmm…” Babycorn looked around for…anything really. Her mama, some pins, anyone that could help in this situation. All she could see around her was dirt and sun. Nobody had come around here yet, no one that Babycorn had noticed. She looked at Cherrypit again, he was getting close to crying, Babycorn could tell.

“It’s ‘okay Cherry!” She tried to calm him down. “Um…” Babycorn scratched the top of her head to think-

“Oh!” Her hand brushed up against her hair tie. It was the one mama had given her when she was a baby. “Hold on Cherry! I got it! Wait wait…!” Babycorn grabbed Cherrypit and sat him down next to her. He let out an annoyed whine, “Back!” He tried to crawl back on Babycorn’s lap but stopped in place when he saw what his sister was doing.

Babycorn pulled at her hair tie, pulling it up through her ponytail until it finally reached the top of it.

Her hair didn’t go down like one would expect it to. Instead it just sort of poofed out, making Babycorn look like a dandelion had sprouted legs and began to walk.

“Bebe?” Cherrypit asked. He wasn’t sure what she was doing.

Babycorn looked at the hair tie in her hands. She couldn’t really remember when her mama had given it to her. It was back when she was a baby, just like Cherrypit. Her mama said that she had given it to her because her hair would block out her eyes and she couldn’t see. Also just like Cherrypit.

“Mama…” She really missed her, her and papa. What was taking them so long…?

They aren’t coming back! You saw! They’re-!

Babycorn squeezed the hair tie in her hands. “Hurry mama and papa. We miss you.” She hoped they could hear her, wherever they were hiding.

“Bebe!”

“WaaaAH!”

Cherrypit jumped back into his sister’s lap while she had been distracted. His hair tickled the end of her chin and she had to spit out some of his hair from her mouth. “Ptooey! Cherryyy!!!” He always did this, even when the two of them were back home.

Cherrypit giggled, “Bebebebe!!!” He kicked his feet in place and let out a few more unintelligible babbles.

Babycorn decided to let him slide this time. Putting the hair tie in her mouth, she used both her hands to grab a bunch of Cherrypit’s hair and pulled it up. Cherrypit let out a surprised babble but otherwise stayed perfectly still, he knew what was going on.

“Mama?”

Babycorn spat the hair tie out into her free hand while the other held on the Cherrypit’s hair. Then she began trying it around his hair. It was just like tying her own hair! She had done that lots of times so she was an expert by now really. “Almost done Cherry!” She didn’t want to make it too tight. Babycorn had done that more than once by accident and she knew that it really hurt.

“All done!”

Now Cherrypit had a ponytail just like she did!

“Can you see now Cherry?”

Cherrypit looked around. “See!” he said. He could finally see things clearly again! And he didn’t need to move his head around or anything!! He turned around, ready to give his mama a hug. He was sure that’s who must have moved his hair back again. Who else could it have been?

When Cherrypit turned around his eyes meet Babycorn’s.

Babycorn fell back with a scream.

“Bebe?!” Cherrypit moved to stand over his sister, making sure that something didn’t happen to her. He didn’t like to see her lying on the ground. Especially since the last time he had seen something like this it had been when she…

“Bebe! Bebe!!!”

Babycorn sat up with a jolt. “Wah!!”

“Bebe!” Cherrypit jumped up and gave Babycorn a hug, looking up at her with a smile.

“Cherry!! Your eyes are…!!!” How had Babycorn not noticed it before? How long had they been like this? She knew that Cherrypit was the one who saved her life, that Chelinka girl had told her about it.

Evidently, she didn’t tell her everything. And that was true. There were still some things both siblings would find out about this situation in the coming years.

Cherrypit’s eyes were no longer blue. The color that Babycorn had often compared to the color of the sky.

Instead, his eyes were now a blank white.

Babycorn looked straight at him and Cherrypit did the same.

While Babycorn noticed that she could see her own reflection in his eyes, Cherrypit noticed that his sister’s yellow eyes were now a bright green. It was different but it was still his big sister in the end, and Babycorn came up with the same conclusion.

“Cherry?” Babycorn pet the top of his head, much like she had done countless times back home. “Your eyes look really weird.”

“Bebe!” Which meant something along the lines of, Yours too!

“Mine too?” Babycorn poked around her eyes, she hadn’t noticed anything in her reflection earlier. Maybe there was a mirror that she could find? There was one back home that papa had brought home one day but she didn’t want to walk all the way back, not before mama and papa came back.

“What are my eyes like?”

Cherrypit chewed on his rock some more and looked confused. He didn’t know the names of colors yet, he didn’t know how to describe them.

“Shirt!”

“Like my shirt?” Babycorn looked down at her ripped up clothes. There was a large tear on her right side right where the hatchet had hit her. The tear was lined with dirt and mud, it would have probably been better for her to find other clothes to wear but she didn’t want to part ways with the clothes her mama and papa had made just for her.

It took her a minute to remember why she was looking at her shirt in the first place.

“Oh! Green!” Her eyes were green now! According to Cherrypit. He nodded and confirmed Babycorn’s assumption. “Why are they green…” Her eyes had been a yellow color ever since the day she was born. What reason would they have to change color now?

“That’s weird…” It was weird but Babycorn didn’t think too much into it.

Babycorn vaguely recalled looking at a pair of green eyes back when she and Cherry had found themselves sleeping in an unfamiliar room but she had been so tired that she assumed it was another person she was looking at. As it turned out, it was herself she was looking at.

Green eyes and orange mark on her face. The same one that Cherrypit had on his face.

“Weird! Weird! That’s weird!” Babycorn sang aloud to herself.

“Weird!” Cherrypit echoed.

Right at that moment Babycorn noticed something, “Look! Look! Cherry what’s that?!” Babycorn jumped up and down in excitement. Cherrypit, still sitting on her lap, bounced along with her. “Look! Look!” He said along with her, pointing towards the something.

The something turned out to be a traveler walking alongside his chocobo on their way back home to Ul’dah.

“A person!” Maybe they had seen their mama and papa somewhere out there?!

Babycorn wasted no time in picking Cherrypit up and running up to the stranger. “Hello! Hello!” She called out to the traveler. “Have you seen my mama and papa?”

The traveler stopped walking as soon as they heard the voice of a little girl call out to them. What was someone so young doing out here so early in the morning? They turned their head to look in the direction the voice was coming from.

Only to stare into blank white eyes.

“What in the-?!?!” they took a step back, reaching for the sword at the hip.

Babycorn couldn’t recognize what was happening. “Have you seen my mama and papa? I lost them and then I died so I don’t know where they are! Do you know?”

“D-Died?!”

Babycorn nodded, “Yeah! But it’s okay cause Cherry made it better! See?” She lifted Cherrypit up in the air to show him off. This only made the situation much worse.

“What are you?!”

Babycorn was confused. What kind of question was that? “I’m Babycorn! I’m-”

Before Babycorn could say anymore the traveler had jumped onto their chocobo and ridden off, straight into Ul’dah. Off to tell others about their experience with a pair of zombie kids near the city. Surely this wouldn’t spiral into anything bad for Babycorn and Cherrypit or anything.

“Okay! Byebye!” Babycorn waved. Cherrypit waved along with her.

#ffxivwrite2023 #babycorn #cherrypit #cherrypits mark is on the wrong side but whatever #poor babycorn cant keep her mouth shut #i dont think aleria told babycorn that the hair tie was her mom (babycorns grandma) it just made her too sad #babycorn was scared of cherrypits eyes for a full 10 seconds she is still a scaredy cat #everything else about him would scare her but only for a little bit #babycorn lives with cherrypit and is still scared of ghosts #cherrypits eyes are clear in a sense that theyre like glassy

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