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maru-work · 2 days ago
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アイアムミカン(2021) みかんのパッケージ
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geminihurt · 17 hours ago
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Well, I didn't see god coming down that tunnel to help me. Or you - John Constantine
You didn't even ask, John! - Manny
Whumptober 2021 Day 22 - Demon
Constantine 1x09
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ritchieruiz · a day ago
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Clarté. Lettering sketches for a jewelry logo. Which sketch do you like best? . . . . #logo #lettering #brand #jewelry #handlettering #design #logoinspirations #graphicdesign #branding https://www.instagram.com/p/CVTBi4hreL6/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Logo design for green juice 🥑
We offer unique and creative logo design services for your business. PM us for details! 💌
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michaelbogild · 2 days ago
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Do we develop and maintain our personalities because we seek comfort and safety in such creations and want to function according to definite psychological maps of certainty and predictability?
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gaussmultimedia · 2 days ago
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Máster Diseño Gráfico 2019-20. Identidad visual para hotel Yes, please! Proyecto de María Mena. 
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990000 · a year ago
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https://instagram.com/logo_fonts
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thedsgnblog · 4 months ago
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Brand Identity for Omsom by Outline
A fiery, feisty food brand with a lot to say and even more to serve. Asian starters launched by two sisters in partnership with acclaimed chefs.
Outline’s work for Omsom was inspired by the change produced when forces collide, spark and create something new. Whether it’s an idea or your dinner – the whole becomes more (and different) than the sum of its parts. This cultural point of view, and the heat the founders put behind it, served as the concept for their bright brand identity.
The showpiece of the Omsom launch – the Sampler – featured Larb, Lemongrass BBQ and Sisig starters. The Sampler’s large format allowed us to keep telling the story of the visual brand’s fiery potential by letting the wordmark take over the space, replicating and distorting as it did so. The packaging is an oversized matchbox-style drawer with melting motifs framing the starters inside
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whumpers-inc · a month ago
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“Was that your first torture?” Whumper threw the question over their shoulder at Whumpee as they flicked through their implements, examining the knives disinterestedly as if the answer didn’t really matter.
“Oh no. I’ve been tortured lots of times.” The reply was offhanded like this information wasn’t a big deal.
Whumper paused, dagger in hand, and then straightened up, frowning. “You have? But you screamed so much during the interrogation I thought-”
Whumpee laughed awkwardly. “Nope. I’m just weak, I scream every time. Why? Got some sort of newbie kink?” Puzzlement furrowed their brow at Whumper’s darkening expression. “Dude, its just torture. No big deal if it's not my first time.”
“NO! I can’t bear the idea of someone else having stabbed you!” Whumper slammed their hand across the bench, sending restraints and blades crashing to the floor. “Did they brand you too, huh? Use the whip?”
“Whoa, dude, chill out.” Whumpee pushed back in their restraints, concern brewing in their face. “Look, torture me again, use the knife. I’ll pretend it’s my first time, ok?” One look at Whumper showed that had been the wrong choice of words.
Whumper raised their dagger and stalked toward Whumpee. “Oh no, that won’t do. I’m gonna have to make sure you never get tortured again.”
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sharedbythom · a month ago
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Brooklyn Film Festival by Design by Disruption.
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livingforthewhump · 4 months ago
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The team was captured, chained against the cold concrete wall in a way that kept them on their feet. Whumpee was at the very end, almost entirely cast in shadow. Their hope was to go unnoticed, as they often did when around their team. They were smaller than the other four. It was easy for them to disappear.
Suddenly, the door opened and Whumper waltzed in, eyes traveling the row with satisfaction and lingering for just a moment on Whumpee. They shrank into themselves, heart pounding.
“What do you want with us?” Teammate 1 demanded, tugging forward against their restraints.
Whumper paced in front of them, smirking. “In general or at this very moment?” They winked at Whumpee, sending a shiver down their spine.
“Hey! Leave them alone!” Teammate 3 snapped. “You’re scaring them.”
Whumper’s smile widened and they stopped in front of Whumpee, studying them. “I am, aren’t I?” They pinched Whumpee’s cheek, ignoring the team’s protests. “In response to your earlier question, Teammate 1, I currently am deciding which of you I want to spend a bit of quality time with.”
Whumper’s hand went to trace Whumpee’s jaw as they said this, and everyone started yelling.
Teammate 2 yelled the loudest. “Leave them alone, Whumper! We all know it’s my fault we’re here. Stop playing games with them.”
Whumper grinned at Teammate 2, unlatching Whumpee’s shackles and catching them as they fell forward.
“You’re not in a place to be making demands,” they said, pulling Whumpee’s fear-frozen body to the door amid the team’s yells.
It didn’t occur to Whumpee that they should fight back until they were halfway down the hall, but even then it didn’t matter. Whumper was much stronger than them, and their fighting only seemed to egg them on. Whumpee was dropped to the floor in a living room area. They scampered backwards until they were pressed against a chair, watching Whumper with wide, scared eyes.
Whumper closed the door, not bothering to lock it as they crouched in front of Whumpee. “Your eyes are stunning, darling. So expressive. Your every thought written out right there.” They tapped them playfully between the eyes. Whumpee stiffened, making Whumper chuckle.
“You’re not used to this much attention, poor thing,” Whumper said, running their fingers over Whumpee’s cheeks. “I could tell when first saw you, how much you’re used to being overlooked.”
“Screw you too,” Whumpee muttered, eyeing Whumper’s hand and considering how mad it would make them if they knocked it away.
Whumper huffed a laugh. “I’m merely giving you the attention you deserve, darling. You’re far too precious to be ignored like that.”
“I’m not ignored.”
“But that’s not true, is it?” Whumper tilted their head. “You know it’s not. Not to worry, though. I have something for you that will make you the center of attention for the rest of your life.”
Whumpee’s blood ran cold. “What- what do you mean?”
Whumper laughed delightedly. “Aw, you’re so cute when you’re terrified. Here, see for yourself.”
At this they hoisted Whumpee to their feet with one hand under their arm and dragged them across the room to a crackling fireplace, where a metal rod was laid in the fire, red-hot.
Whumpee jerked back in realization and horror. “No.”
“No? No what?” Whumper laughed, genuinely curious.
“No, no no no, you can’t- you can’t do that, you-“ Whumpee cut off when they felt a tender hand brush their hair away from their face, a thumb wiping a tear off their cheek. They flinched back. “Don’t touch me.”
“Calm down, little one, there’s no stopping it. Best to just give in, hm?” Whumper settled them down on the chair, cupping their face in their hands as they looked down at them fondly. “You always were my favorite, you know.”
Whumpee sniffled piteously.
“Now, where do you think the brand should go? I considered the center of your forehead, but that’s hardly tasteful. Maybe where your collarbone meets your neck?”
“Please, just-“ Whumpee sobbed. “Just not where they can see it. Please.”
Whumper hummed, pleased. “You want it to be more personal? It could serve as a reminder to you that however much they overlook you, I am always waiting here to give you all the attention in the world.”
“Your kind of attention isn’t good.”
“Ah, but it’s attention. I think you’d learn to appreciate it. So, where, then?”
“My- my back.” Whumpee clenched and unclenched their hands awkwardly. What did their team think was happening? Had their team already forgotten they’d been taken? No, they’d tried to stop Whumper. “They don’t ignore me, you know.”
“Of course. It’s going to be fun watching you try to hide this from them, little one.” Whumper grabbed the rod from the fireplace and walked over to Whumpee, who was tense and excruciatingly aware that the door wasn’t locked.
“You won’t be able to see it, where I’m putting it, so make sure you get a good look now.”
Whumpee stared at the metal so hot it swayed the air around it. ‘Property Of Whumper’ glowed up at them, written in fancy calligraphy that made Whumpee dizzy. Or maybe it was the fear. Oh, when was the last time they had taken a breath?
They took one now, shuddering and labored, clogged by tears rising in their throat.
Whumper waited a long moment, allowing the fear and anticipation to build before circling behind Whumpee and lifting their shirt out of the way.
“I’m going to do it right between your shoulderblades.” They traced their finger over the spot, earning a fearful shiver and a gasping whine. “If you don’t want to be able to see it, I’m going to make sure you never stop feeling it.”
Whumpee sobbed, wordless pleas falling from their lips that they knew wouldn’t help.
Then the iron landed on their skin, and the world erupted in fire. They screamed, back arching and wrenching and arms scrabbling to make it stop, but they were held in place by Whumper’s cruel grip. It lasted for an eternity.
At some point they collapsed forward onto the floor, Whumper retreating to place the iron to the side, but the burning didn’t stop.
Whumpee’s throat was grated and raw, their sobs catching on it as the vast, overwhelming agony flooded over them.
Their tears had dried up by the time Whumper dragged them back to their team, but they still felt wholly unready to face them.
Everyone had their attention fixed on Whumpee as Whumper all but carried them back to the empty set of shackles and locked their pliable wrists back in.
“What did you do, Whumper?” Teammate 2 growled. “I swear if you hurt them-“
“They didn’t,” Whumpee interrupted softly, but it was enough to make everyone turn to them.
Teammate 4 studied Whumpee closely. They kept their voice soft. “Are you sure? You look like hell.”
“Yeah.” Whumpee glared at Whumper, daring them to contradict them.
Whumper just smirked. “I’ll leave you all to catch up.”
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I’ve been researching medieval torture for the past four hours.
So here’s a list of possible Medieval Torture Things! (categorized for your convenience!)
Warnings: torture (that’s literally all this is), one mention of nudity, a lot of burning, a few mentions of hand/foot/mouth whump, etc.
Piper’s List Of Medieval Torture Methods
Things That Will Definitely Kill Your Character
(Not sure why you would want to do this, since I’ve never seen anyone actually kill their whumpee, but hey, if your character’s immortal, go nuts. Also, while a lot of these could be survivable if stopped soon enough, they were used for execution, not torture, so I’m putting them here.)
• Beheading (widely regarded as relatively painless, but only if done well. If done by an inexperienced person, this could be incredibly painful.)
• Breaking wheel (this one was usually public. The victim was tied to a large horizontal wheel (usually held off the ground a bit) and just hit indiscriminately- historically a hammer was used, but try some more creative options! After that the victim was left there to die from either their wounds or exposure.
• Boiling (yeah, no surviving this one. The victim was either cooked alive, or put in the water/oil headfirst when it’s already boiling, for a more merciful end. For a less merciful fate, they could be lowered in feet-first.)
• Burning (specifically a summer thing- the victim was covered in a mix of boiling water and oil, and simply left in the sun to die.)
• Burning at the stake (do I need to explain this one? Oh, fun detail- if the victim recanted or confessed, they were strangled before lighting the fire, as a last act of mercy. Or not.)
• Crushing (This one can be used as a torture method, but was used for execution, so it’s in this category. It basically consisted of laying a piece of wood over the victim and adding weight on top of it until their body couldn’t take it anymore.)
• Disembowelment (this was the drawing part of the famous “hanging, drawing, and quartering”, and it’s very hard to survive. Red-hot knife optional.)
• Ducking (usually used to make someone confess to witchcraft. If they confessed, they were usually killed anyway; if they didn’t confess, they drowned. One kinda…weird part of this was that in order to prevent the victim from getting a good breath before they were submerged, their nose and mouth were often plugged with fruit? Not sure why fruit, specifically.)
• Freezing (specifically a winter thing- the victim was stripped, taken outside, and then had water poured over them until it froze. After that, they were left to die.)
• Hanging (possible either privately or in public! And a lot more painful than you’d think.)
• Hanging, drawing, and quartering (a famous medieval execution method, and regarded as the most painful! The victim was hung until they were almost but not quite dead, then disemboweled, and finally horses were used to pull them apart. Messy and very agonizing, and historically reserved for as punishment for high treason.)
• Gibbet (okay, technically, this one was usually used after an execution- a gibbet was a suspended metal cage, sometimes person-shaped, sometimes with holes for the head, legs, or arms. Historically it was used to display a body as a warning, but hey, nobody said you can’t put your character in one anyway. As an added bonus, the metal would get hot in the sun, and the open framework would provide no protection and allow other creatures to take a bite out of the victim.)
• Immurement (a simple, but effective, execution- the victim was just walled up and left to starve. If the torturer wanted to draw this out, they could leave a hole and give the victim water, but no food. This was also used as a form of imprisonment, and the victim in those cases was given both food and water.)
• Live burial (this was a public punishment- the victim was buried up to their neck, and simply left to exposure and wild animals. Unless someone came along and put them out of their misery.)
• Quartering (definitely not possible to survive this. The victim’s legs and arms were tied to opposite horses (two is an option, but typically four were used, one limb tied to each horse, hence the name) and the horses were sent running, tearing the victim’s legs and arms from their body. It was like the rack, but a lot faster and more painful.)
• Rat torture (this is a nasty one, and almost always fatal. The victim was tied down, and the torturer would place a container with at least one rat in it upside down on the victim’s stomach or chest (sometimes they would speed things up by cutting slits in the victim beforehand.) Once a heat source was applied to the container, the rat would have no choice but to chew through the victim’s insides to escape. This could take hours, and it was pretty fatal.)
• Sawing (yeah, your whumpee is dead if you do this. The quickest and most merciful way was to start at the head and go vertically down, or to saw through the middle. The slower, more painful way was to start between the legs with the victim hung upside down, and cut through to the head. You can live through this a lot longer than you’d expect.)
• Stoning (this was also usually public, and took a long time. Typically the whole village/shire/hamlet/what-have-you was allowed to participate.)
Things That Might Not Kill Your Character But Will Hurt Like A Big Dog
(These are the most severe methods of medieval torture I could find. While a lot of them often did end in death, that wasn’t the intention of them, so they’re in this category.)
• Chair of torture (extremely painful and often ended in a slow death. This was an iron chair covered in spikes, which the victim was forced to sit on. The spikes didn’t penetrate any vital organs and closed off most of the blood loss, so death was very slow. Some variations included holes in the chair seat for hot coals, or weights to be set on the victim’s thighs and feet, pushing them further onto the spikes.)
• Flogging (there are a ton of possible variations on this. It was used as both punishment and torture, and could do little damage all the way up to fatal damage, depending on the skill of the person wielding the whip, the whip itself, and the overall condition of the victim.)
• Rack (a very well-known torture method and the favorite of the Spanish Inquisition, consisting of stretching the victim’s limbs on a special table, usually used to extract a confession. This could end in dislocation, and in extreme cases paralysis or dismemberment. There were variations, though- one involving setting hot coals beneath the victim, and another in which the rack had spikes positioned along the victim’s spine to rack up the pain even more.)
• Strappado (another favorite of the Spanish Inquisition. This was a simple one, but effective- the victim’s hands were tied behind their back, and they were suspended from their wrists. This dislocated their shoulders. Variations include adding weights to their feet, or jerking them up and down while they were suspended. Keep in mind, however, that the Inquisition limited this to no more than an hour for a reason- any longer and it could cause death.)
Things That Won’t Kill Your Character But Will Make Them Have A Very Bad Day
(These torture methods have little or no risk of death, but they’re still painful and can cause permanent damage. Enjoy.)
• Boot (basically a bigger, stronger version of the thumbscrew, and used to squeeze the victim’s foot and leg, sometimes crushing the bones to powder. Usually made of wood, but some versions were made of metal- heat it up for some extra fun. One very painful version from Venice included a spike which could be drilled through the victim’s instep.)
• Foot roasting (in a word? Ouch. The victim’s feet would be smeared with lard or fat, and then held over hot coals. The Inquisition liked this one, too.)
• Scavenger’s daughter (this one is very hard to describe. It’s basically the opposite of the rack. It consists of an A-shaped metal frame with holes for the head and hands. Once the victim’s head and hands were secured, the frame was folded and locked in place, forcing the victim into a compressed position. Apparently this caused bleeding from the nose and ears, but the source is dodgy.)
• Spanish donkey (another Inquisition method! This was a triangular block of wood mounted on supports, with the sharp edge of the triangle turned up. The victim would be forced to “ride” the device, which often crippled them- especially if their feet were weighted down while on the donkey. This was a medieval method, but it was used all the way up through the Civil War.)
• Thumbscrew (despite the name, this could also be used on the big toe, and some versions were usable on all ten fingers or toes. It was a simple vice used to squeeze and crush the victim’s appendages, although some were spiced up with studs or spikes.)
Things That Are Painful But Probably Won’t Cause Permanent Damage
(These are methods that are meant to be painful, but not damaging- when used correctly. They can be damaging in the right situation, of course. Some of them aren’t specifically torture methods, but rather punishments- although they can certainly be used as torture.)
• Branding (in medieval times, this was more of a punishment or a way to mark a criminal, not a torture method. But it has torturous potential for sure.)
• Cramped cell (most dungeons have one of these. It’s a very small cell, which wouldn’t let a prisoner stand up, sit up, or in some cases, lie down. Bonus points for the few that would get flooded in rainy weather- since the prisoner couldn’t get away from the water.)
• Denailing (this was used as a torture method, and special tools existed to tear out a victim’s fingernails and toenails. By itself, not very damaging. But it was often used in tandem with other methods, such as the boot- some boot devices actually left the toes free just for this purpose.)
• Pillory (another punishment, this was similar to the stocks, but only held the victim’s fingers. The pain didn’t come from the pillory itself, but rather the exposure that came with it- often including villagers throwing things at the helpless prisoner.)
• Scold’s bridle (this was an iron mask or muzzle, with a (sometimes spiked) bit for the tongue, which forced the victim to stay silent. Often used on “nagging” wives, usually at the request of their husbands.)
• Stocks (not stonks. Very similar to the pillory, but held the victim’s arms, legs, head, or a combination of the three. Pretty much every village had one of these.)
Things That Are Debatable
(These are methods that sound or look horrifying, but it’s not really known that they were ever actually used. But whump doesn’t have to be true to life- use these debatable methods to your heart’s content!)
• Choke Pear (this kinda nasty device had a pear-shaped metal body with four spiked petal-shaped segments that could split apart when a screw was turned. It was allegedly used to painfully force a prisoner’s mouth open, but there’s only dubious evidence of it actually being used.)
• Iron maiden (we all know what this looks like. The Inquisition did have these, but it’s likely they were used only as a scare tactic, and not for actual torture.)
• Oubliette (this one is tricky. An oubliette was a bottle-shaped cell or dry cistern, which a prisoner was lowered into for extra-secure imprisonment (or just left to starve, since there was no way to escape.) Oubliettes could be real. But a lot of supposed oubliettes seem more like storage chambers. That’s not to say no one was ever thrown down one, however.)
That’s all I’ve got so far! Feel free to let me know if I missed one, and I’ll add it to the list!
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"a + p" logo design
Need a logo or entire branding? Work with us and get your business to another level! 💌 PM for details!
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worldhistoryfacts · 3 months ago
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A Byzantine stamp, reading “DRINK GOOD WINE,” 6th-8th century CE. Stamps like this could be worn as rings and were used to mark goods made by a certain manufacturer or to seal containers -- in this case, casks of wine.
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appear--offline · 10 months ago
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Distorting Letters from A to Z
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thedsgnblog · a month ago
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Brand Identity & Packaging for AOKKA by Low Key
The founder of AOKKA Robin is a doer who loves coffee, feels passionately about outdoors and record. Advocating freedom and romance, willing to share his coffee world. About 10 years ago, he was back to Melbourne, Australia to recording coffee tour with photographer, to let coffee lovers know more about specialty coffee story.
By introducing the aim of the wild club, Aokka relies on the sensual world of coffee to express the pursuit of independence and freedom, the determination and expectation of being adventurous, and face up to the unknown with an outlandish attitude.
COFFEE FOR RAWMANCE, this design concepts to support the entire brand’s visual language. Coffee crops grow up in the wilderness around the world, after cultivating, harvesting, processing into green coffee beans. Each sack of green coffee bean though transportation arrives at their destination, and has AOKKA shipping labels and unique sealing rope. We design and use them into exclusive AOKKA’s visual language, also for brand packaging system.
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hurting-fictional-people · 4 months ago
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This one is for the anon who asked me about a part three to the Whumpee betrayed Caretaker pieces. So sorry it took me so long to post this, but inspiration refused to come sooner... I hope you're still around Anon! And that you like it <3
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Cold air tickles Whumpee’s bare torso, blows on still aching wounds exposed to the world, but they don’t dare say a thing. They know better than to talk without being talked to.
Whumper walks around them, arms crossed in front of their chest and face disturbingly blank.
“Did you tell Caretaker?”
Everything trembles at the words, from Whumpee’s hands to their lips to their heart, they tremble. “What?”
“You know what,” Whumper hisses, narrowing their eyes. “Why are they calling your name and asking my guards what I did to you, Whumpee?”
No. No, no, no. “I d– I didn’t say anything!” But both of them can hear the crack beneath the words, the terror. Would someone innocent be this terrified? “I don’t know why they want to see me, please Whumper.”
“And you dare lie to me above everything else? I thought we’d come to an understanding, dear. Guess I was wrong.”
“Please, please, p-please,” they mumble, wishing their hands weren’t bound above their head so they could kneel, show their submission. Twin waves of shame and horror at the thought break against them, but dread is quick to subdue both at the glint in Whumper’s eyes. “I didn’t say anything, please.”
“We made a deal, Whumpee. You don’t tell Caretaker how I got you talking and I don’t hurt you again. But a deal only stands if both sides hold on to it. And whatever you did, Caretaker didn’t fall for our game and that makes me upset. Do you know what happens when I get upset?”
“Please, please, please–“
“When I get upset, love, you suffer.”
“Whumper, please, just, p-p–“
“Please what, Whumpee?” It’s said in such a calm voice, so distant from the raw desperation enveloping Whumpee’s every breath, it brings tears to their eyes.
“Please, not the whip,” they whisper.
Their back is still healing, still pounding and aching each time they move and the sheer thought of having it open again– 
“Fine.” All the whines and pleads die in their mouth, swallowed by shock. Whumpee hangs in silence, sobs muffled at the answer, relief fighting fear inside their chest. Whumper smirks and tips their head to the side. “I’ll oblige you with this, just this once.”
And then they turn their back, and Whumpee uses the moments without that penetrating gaze boring into them to gulp down deep breaths, hoping that fresh air is enough to calm their racing heart. 
“If you don’t want the whip, we’ll have to mark you another way,” Whumper says, crouching down in front of the fireplace across the room and playing with the fire poker. “You know, Whumpee, I always knew you’d fail. Not strong enough to hold on under torture, not strong enough to protect your friend… I just knew you wouldn’t be strong enough to keep a secret. I’m glad I’ve prepared.”
The tears burn their eyes as they roll down their cheek, marking not their fear but their guilt.
Whumper turns around, wolfish smile splitting their face, holding the scorching fireplace poker that isn’t a poker at all. 
“Had it made especially for you, love,” Whumper croons, delighting in the choked yelp that leaves Whumpee’s lips, their eyes locked on the bright red tip of the branding iron, on the letters carved there. 
Whumpee thrashes. They haven’t fought in so long they barely remember how to, but their body is quicker to respond than their mind, and they can’t help but pull against chains that barely move, whining like an animal, all air stolen from their lungs by the sight of each of Whumper’s slow steps toward them. 
When they finally stop in front of Whumpee’s quivering figure, there’s a kind of sadistic satisfaction on their expression that steals Whumpee’s words as well, not even their desperate pleads left to be stuttered out. Only sheer panic.
“Don’t forget you are the one who asked for this,” Whumper murmurs, placing a deceivingly soft finger under Whumpee’s chin to tilt it up, forcing them to meet their gaze. “You know you deserve this, don’t you Whumpee? It’s why you aren’t even begging me to stop. You know it as well as I do.”
They don’t have time to answer before the blazing iron is pressed against their heart, and Whumpee’s world melts into searing pain.
Whumper’s eyes twinkle as Whumpee writhes and sobs and screams, long and ragged, voice breaking in millions of pieces as their skin is burned, charred, incinerated. They try to form words, but all their lips do is tremble and choke on pleads they can’t force out between their cries.
It spreads throughout their whole body, lava seeping into vein and muscle and bone. 
They can only weep when Whumper pulls the brand away and the pain doesn’t abate.
“You look beautiful like that, love. So consumed by agony you can’t even think. Crying and screaming,” they smile, so horribly delighted. “I think this is what you were born for. To hurt. No one who wasn’t would look this good in pain.”
Whumpee sobs, heaving chest that refuses to breathe, feet scrabbling against the floor, searching for support they didn’t even realize they’d lost. It still burns. Even without the brand, it burns, too much, too big, too painful to think through the tears and the shock.
“Want to see it?” Whumper asks, so cheerful it feels like just another hit Whumpee barely even reacts to anymore. And then there’s a mirror in their hands, held in front of Whumpee, displaying the wrecked skin above their heart. The angry crimson letters crossing their chest, the word forever marked there.
WEAK
It isn’t a lie, and that might be the worst of it all. 
Whumpee grits their teeth and screams the little voice they’ve left, shaking and hoping it can all just stop. 
“P-p-ple-please,” they moan, eyes stuck to the grotesque thing their chest has become. “H-h-hurts, p-please.”
“I know it does,” Whumper says, stroking their cheek, spreading the tears. “Don’t worry, I think I know someone who’d be happy to help you.”
Whumper moves, and Whumpee isn’t strong enough to hold onto consciousness for long after that. Too weak to even stay awake, they faint as they are lowered to the floor.
Awareness returns way too soon. The world is filled with pain once again when Whumpee wakes in the hands of Whumper’s guards, and gasps at their return to the world, to sensation they’d trade anything not to feel, as they are dragged through hallways they don’t bother trying to recognize. 
Whumpee drifts, between peace and hurt, agony and calmness, until a scream cuts through the haze of fire they’re trapped in. A scream that doesn’t belong to them, for once. 
They are dropped on the floor, and a broken howl parts their lips. Old and new wounds burn alike, but they can’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this.
“Whumpee.”
A pitiful sob slips through chapped lips at that voice. They should’ve known. 
Tears roll down Whumpee’s temples when Caretaker’s pale face appears above their broken body, taking in the brand disfiguring their chest, the scars that had been hidden when they’d seen each other before. 
“W-what happened?” Caretaker chokes out, covering their mouth with trembling hands. 
Whumpee can’t find any voice left to answer. It was all wasted with pointless screams and useless pleads. Silence fills the cell, only their ragged breaths cutting through it, and all they do is cry. It’s all they can do, but even that becomes too much as their chest moves and the burn along with it and even the tears hurt.
Suddenly, soft fingers touch Whumpee’s hair, and they freeze, holding still like they were taught to, as their head is lifted just to be lowered a moment later on something softer. They open their eyes to find Caretaker, shirtless, kneeling by their side with a lost expression they’ve never seen before on their face.
“I, I’m sorry,” Whumpee all but whimpers, so low they think for a moment they weren’t heard.
And then Caretaker nods, hands reaching out for their arm and retreating when Whumpee winces and yelps at the pain the movement brings. 
“I am going to kill Whumper,” Caretaker whispers.
Whumpee only cries and hopes to pass out soon. 
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