#nadeem

[scarlet48]

AGENT NADEEM MENTIONED

[camillathe6th]

OKAY. Thank you so much @euelios for thinking of me ♡ had to dig into my pookie's woefully neglected board for this--oh yes right this is Nadeem's. I can't believe I can't elaborate as per the rules my only skill is to elaborate........... ANYWAY now to the interesting part:

OC VIBE GAME:

Rules: post your OC and then 4 (or more) random pictures with no explanation to convey your characters vibe.

I think I saw this make the rounds quite a bit already BUT I'll tag @whalesfall of course, and @punkranger, @the-rebel-archivist, @lexcanium, and @thenightdayblogger 👁️👄👁️

[itsaboutbee]

Bee drawing Ninjago Characters till she relearns how to draw

Pt. 3: Wu and Nadeem

[salmankhanholics]

★ January 10, 2023

[yet-another-heathen]

I drew Nadeem! His captors love poking, prodding, and holding him—and who can blame them, when his chin fits so perfectly in the palm of their hands?

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Human hands. Dirt, sweat, food clinging to their fingers, rubbing off on his back.

He loves humans. They’re kind, earnest… usually. He knows that it’s not true that most humans are grubby and brutally greedy, but… every hand that touches his skin, at least, must belong to someone like that.

He’s chained to the ground, folded in on himself, chest pressed to his knees. He can’t move. He can’t feel his feet at all, but his knees ache, and along the length of leg between the two, there is terrible, fierce tingling.

A human is braiding his hair. It’s a soothing gesture in their eyes, he thinks, because they’re cooing and rubbing his shoulder. He does not want to be touched at all, so no touch can possibly comfort him. The braid is completed and left to fall and gently slap his cheek as the young adult’s friends drag them away.

The sun beats down on Nadeem’s bare back. Sweat drips down his neck, into silvery hair buzzed on the sides. He itches, but he cannot wipe the sweat away, cannot stretch and return feeling to his extremities.

Water is poured over his back at some point, and though he feels like a caged animal, he gasps in surprise and asks for more. The human that poured it on him only had one water skin, they say with regret in their voice.

Nadeem lets his head hang again, already tired from lifting it to gasp at the cool rush over his back. The sun is already warming him back to overheated. The human who had water leaves.

Some of the humans get rough, grab onto his braid to try to drag him out into the center of the shopping square. Don’t they know that he’s chained tight? Yes, they seem to know. Dirt streaks across his skin and pebbles stick into his legs, but he can only cry out in pain as they haul him along. Finally, when they’ve got him where they want him, the beating comes. Humans and their violence. He’ll never understand why the scared and the angry like to throw their own bodies at each other until they collide and cause damage to both. Nadeem weeps into his knees as he’s struck again and again, mocked for being something other than human. Like right now, he should be convinced that there’s nothing better to be than what his tormentors are.

Night eventually falls, but no one else moves him, after the public beating. People have stopped petting him - now, they step over him. They avoid looking. He’s been shown his place, and it’s uncomfortable to the others to have to continue to see him now. No one has bothered to move him back to his original position because he doesn’t belong to any one person - he belongs to the town, currently, so if he is at least somewhere in the center of it, on this open road for walking, then he’s where he belongs. Nadeem wonders how long he will be left in this place, owned by several hundred humans at once, not one of them brave enough to make a wish of the djinn who’s been reduced to a pebble on the ground. The djinni are vengeful, they have heard - a djinn can trick you, give you the worst possible twist on what you wish for. This is justice in their eyes. This is crushing a dangerous being before it can turn your town to dust.

Nadeem only wishes they would have asked him to leave them alone, instead of shattering him by hand. He would have been saddened, but stayed away for their comfort. He would have passed by the town and gone to another, hoping for some kindness, some food to be shared, a place to rest. For now, he can only wet the ground with his tears, and hope that tomorrow, someone will come by with lots of water to share, to pour on him and tip against his lips. Maybe tomorrow, he will be dragged to someplace bathed in shade to be beaten. Maybe he will get to rest at someone’s feet and lean against them for support as they greedily pet his hair. Just… anything other than this, anything better.

[teashay]

prayer

[whumpsical]

hmm but what if the lovely Nadeem was here, from the mind of @yet-another-heathen