#Izaak Silvera (not my oc)

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What are your OCs' uhhhhh...*checks notes* favorite colors?

AHA! I found this post from way back when! I knew I had them written down somewhere!

Also just now realising I never included Lucas...boo hiss boo me. Lucas' favourite colour is purple too 🌂💜🌌 !!!

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PIRATE AU?!?! :o

YESSUMM!! AND AND IT'S SO MUCH FUN AND HENLEY IS A PIRATE SLAVE ON CAPTAIN SILVERA'S (IZAAK'S) SHIP! AND THEY'VE STOLEN CARGO FROM RONAN AND RONAN IS AFTER THEM AND ATTACKS THEIR SHIP AND KILLS MOST THE CREW ON BOARD BUT THEY TAKE IZAAK AND HENLEY PRISONER! I THINK I MAY POST IT ONE DAY, IDK!

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Okay so I did this out of nowhere. I was on a drawing high for a minute and I was practicing with this. This is Izaak Silvera. He is @oddsconvert OC. The plushie is my favorite. (I’m too lazy to color)

Date: August 15, 2023

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Surely Izaak can help the anon

Izaak would point and laugh and tell them to cope, let's be real here 🤣

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Izaak, what will it take for you to truly break?

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Izaak is going to answer this first (and absolutely bullshit his way through it ;) ) and then I'll answer for him because he's too self-preservational to dare admit fault.

[Izaak]:

"You want the truth? I can't think of a single thing that could break me. Nothing comes to mind. Honestly.

People choose to be broken. They let themselves be torn apart. It's when they finally give in and decide enough is enough, that's when they break. Like Henley, he had a bit more fight in him, I could sense it. But he chose to lay down his sword and that was his fatal fault. I just have to choose to keep fighting - and I'll come out on top."

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I think Izaak will break when there's no end in sight. There's no light at the end of the tunnel. It's just day after day of pain, degradation - fear. Ronan just needs to keep it up for a good while, no slacking for even a second. Make Izaak scared that this could be his eternity.

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The AMAZING @emmettnet has created this gorgeous piece of art of my two boys from 'A Taste of Your Own Medicine'!!!!!

Izaak, my angry lil defiant whumperee (left) and Ronan my ever so creepy whumper (right) ♥️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this so damn much and I'm so forever grateful, I mean... LOOK AT IT - LOOK HOW GOOD IT IS?!!! The squeal I let out when I clocked the shock collar, aswell 😭🤩 It's already my header hehee

Thank you so so much, I figured I'd share this and bless other people's eyes ahaha

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For the oc ask game: I tell Ronan that he should get better hobbies than torturing people. I tell Henley he deserves all the good things in life and to be treated like an independent, autonomous person <2

At your comment, Ronan hurls Izaak's battered and bruised body dismissively to the floor, and the pet erupts into a violent, wheezing coughing fit from the impact. Scrambling on all fours to crawl away, and slumping into his corner, exhausted from the pain.

Ronan wipes his bloody hands on his trousers, scoffing a cheap laugh.

"Nah," he chuckles, biting his lip and shaking his head, "I think I'm good. Maybe you should get a better hobby like minding your own fucking business.

My pet's are fine. Better than fine - they're happy! Fed and watered... aren't you, my boy?" Ronan turns and smirks at Henley, and the pet sheepishly nods their head in forced agreement, unable to take their eyes off the crazed look on Ronan's face.

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It takes a second for Henley to register what he's just heard. When he does, the tears instantly brim at his eyes before he can make any effort to hide it. His lip wobbles and he has to bite his teeth down onto it to stop the trembling.

"I...I haven't - no-one's said that to me...in forever" Henley wells up, his voice is shaking and it's like the breath has been whisked from his lungs.

"That means everything to me. Thank you. I'll try to remember you said that...I'll keep telling myself that."

Someone out there thinks he deserves to be human.

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OC ask taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername

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For the record, this if fully how I envisioned Izaak eating his food after he won the stress position competition 🤣 Unbothered and ignoring every word as Ronan does his lil speech telling him how good pets get rewarded and he's like:

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for the ask game:

19 for Henley!

From this ask game!

19. Force them to walk on glass.

I went for another captivity with Izaak flashback for this!

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The rim of the glass is pressed to Henley’s parched and cracked lips, not graced with refreshment for days now, his breathing shallow and raspy through his scratchy, dried throat. Izaak tips the drink, the water sloshing down towards the pet’s mouth only to trickle around the rim of the glass, spilling down the sides of his chin.

Henley’s lips are sealed shut, denying the water he’s been desperately crying out for, only now faced with the horrific realisation that he can’t trust a thing Izaak gives him. It could be laced with anything, he could risk drinking his own death.

That ice cold water, as tempting and soothing as it appears, is tainted in Izaak’s hands. The pet grunts, pulling away as it continues to spill down his bare chest, dripping onto the concrete floor beneath him. Izaak snatches Henley by his collar, pulling him inches away from his face, the leather chafing and rubbing into the nape of his neck. 

“You truly are a fucking idiot. Drink” Izaak snarls, spinning the collar around his throat so he’s now holding it from behind and wrenching his head back, forcing Henley to stare up at the ceiling. Pouring the water back towards him, taking advantage of his parted lips performing a pained moan.

It’s an impossible task, Henley wildly swings his head about in every direction, clenching his jaw shut and thrashing against Izaak’s hold, pulling against the chains behind his back. 

“STOP!” Henley screeches, his head shoots up, his chin colliding with the bottom of the glass and knocking it out of Izaak’s hand, flying towards the ground and smashing to a billion crystallised shards spread across the ground. They both instantly freeze, the wrestling ceasing as they hear the shattering of the glass. 

He throws Henley towards the ground, propelled onto the broken glass. Screaming when the fragments slice and stab into his skin, drawing blood from the many cuts littering across him.

“You’re cleaning that up, mutt,” Izaak informs, beyond infuriated, unchaining Henley’s wrists from behind him, “That’s what I get for trying to help you out? Pathetic.”

Henley’s arms flop forward against his back as they’re unchained, weakly pushing himself up off the floor and away from the glass. A small trickle of warm blood dripping from a cut across his cheekbone where he'd faceplanted. He sits himself cross-legged beside the mess, waiting patiently for Izaak to come back with the cleaning stuff he’s left to fetch.

Knowing that little mistake isn't going to slide.

Izaak storms back in, dustpan and brush in his arms, a soaked cloth in his hands, he crouches the other side of the broken shards. Outstretching the items towards his pet, who shoots him a concerned glance.

“Well? Come get it then.”

Henley slowly stands, going to step around the mess but hears his owner tut and sigh, shaking his head in disapproval and glaring daggers at his disobedient pet.

“Through it. Walk through the glass” Izaak orders, no patience within his tone.

“It was an accident. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it” The apology is empty, Henley knows he's not at fault with this. If anything, he's relieved he didn't have to drink in the end. That he won this one.

“Damn right you will. But you’re walking through your mess first. Or I’ll drag you through it. Back and forth. Over and over, kicking and screaming."

Henley takes a step backwards, eyes flickering between Izaak and the shards as though he's questioning whether he'd really follow through on the threat. He should know by now that Izaak will, he won't think twice about it.

"If you're going to disobey me, Henley... how about I force you to kneel on the shards then? That sounds good to me. I'll tie you in place, hanging from your wrist and let the glass dig deep into your kneecpas for days on end. So come grab your shit and clean it up. Now."

That gets him moving, reluctantly. Taking slow, snail-pace steps before he finally places the pad of his foot down and immediate stabbing pains sink deep into his skin, the pieces carving into him. Crying out in pain as he applies more firm pressure to move onto the glass. The second his foot is fully down and his whole body weight presses into the shards, hot tears spill down his cheeks feeling the glass cut into him.

He begins to quickly try and scuttle over towards Izaak and get it over and done with.

The soles of his feet torn to shreds, feeling the cuts opening and sealing with each step, bloody prints left behind him as he sludges over towards his master.

“Good boy. Was that so hard?” Izaak elates as Henley grabs the dustpan brush and cloth from his hands, refusing to meet his taunting eyes as he focuses on the stinging pain radiating from his feet.

“Now clean that shit up. I don’t want to see even a speck of blood on that floor when you’re done.”

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Izaak <3

He quickly became my favorite I love him

AHAHA ♥️ - He'll be so glad for the bit o' love, he's got a lot of haters ripping into him right now 😌 (rightfully so!)