#albus and sann

[albino-whumpee]

I believe I have already posted this before but recently found it again in my files and I need yall to see this again. 

[milk-carton-whump]

Happy Birthday to our dearest Moya. Lots of love to you & we miss you deeply.

@albino-whumpee

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Hey

Hey you

Your characters deserve to jam out to ABBA.

[albino-whumpee]

There’s something adorable in the ideas that got to me while doing the test and this result.

I’ll be drinking tea with my spy, the one that betrayed the heroes and allowed for me to take them out one by one, who did everything I told them to impeccably, even if it was to watch the heroes twist in the mud when their bodies didn’t respond to them anymore.

I will be placidly spending my time like that when the hero that never gave up, that simply lived and I allowed to, finally comes.

What an adorable face when I ask them if it’s envy or triumph what shines in their eyes.

so… i made a uquiz.

it’s kinda whumpy. it’s dastardly. it’s very gay.

it’s “how would you be defeated as a villain?”

there is:

a lyric question (yes, i know, but it’s short and fairly mainstream, i guarantee you’ll know at least one if you’re on this website)

trigger warnings at the beginning

gay shit ✨

please take it. or don’t.

https://uquiz.com/J4quB0

love you all, see you all next time i crawl out of my chasm xx

ps: a tw that’s too long for the uquiz desc: for romance repulsed folks such as myself, know that one of the possible results is romantic, and some of the questions are also romantic, with one sexual implication. stay safe !

pps: please tell me if you think i missed a tw

[wingedwhump]

Let’s Discuss: BBU

Here I am with one of the most popular tropes in the whump community; the BBU! Many writers have various ways to write about it such as @albino-whumpee with Albus and Sann, @spookyboywhump with Wren and Zander, both of which are amazing writers and you guys should definitely read their stories if you haven’t yet

What is the BBU?

BBU stands for box boy universe, it’s a very popular trope in the whump community that’s sort of like build-a-bear workshop but for human pets

How does it work?

This is vary depending on how you write your story but usually from what I have read, there’s a form the whumper fills out with certain aspects they prefer including:

Whumper 1 prefers a tame box boy to avoid the trouble of training them whereas whumper 2 enjoys breaking their box boys and orders a defiant box boy

Whumper 1 orders a hybrid box boy for those extra opportunities and dehumanization whereas whumper 2 wants a human pet so they know what to expect. See my Hybrid Discussion for examples on that

Whumper 1 wants a pet who can read and write whereas whumper 2 wants them to be as blank as possible

After filling out the form, the owner will get their box boy/boxie/pet shipped to them. The whumpee will be trapped in the box waiting for their owner to let them out. There are also a few different types of boxies:

Guard Dog: pretty self explanatory. These boxies are usually large and are trained to fight and protect their masters. @redwingedwhump has a couple of stories of their ocs (David and Riley) who are both guard dogs.

Romantic: Romantics are pets that are trained to provide pleasure to their masters so a majority of these stories are 18+ and can contain noncon/dubcon. I believe @whumpfigure has an oc named Etienne/Tee that is a romantic as well as Asa by @lonewhumper

Domestic: I think these are also self explanatory. Domestics are pets that don’t usually fight but they also aren’t used for pleasure. Some owners have one simply for the power or to have a lap dog. Of course they still do get punished for behaving badly according to the owner’s standards

I’m going to make a part 2 going over training and rescue/rehabilitation but if I missing anything here, please feel free to add on any information ^-^

[albino-whumpee]

S-s-sann and Albus... s-s-size difference... brrrr

Perfect height for forehead kisses

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Picrews! Um, could you do one with whichever character you want from me? If you want to! -Moya

Hello Hello!

SO I tried like 4 different Picrew makers but it just wasn’t working. They already have such amazing art! 

BUT THEN MY BRAIN WAS LIKE “hey raccoon remember the demon angel au?” 

YES I DO

I am very happy with these and I just adore this AU. Huge shout-out to Baydew picrew maker again because this thing is just *chef’s kiss* you can do so much with it ugh 100% must have

I love these character SO MUCH sann i’m obsessed with sann in everything that they’re in. OOF

[General AU tag here] [Art I used for reference here] [and I literally just can’t stop looking at this one lmao ITS SO CUTE]

Thanks @albino-whumpee for letting me play around with your characters! I hope you like them! 

[albino-whumpee]

Vamp!Albus would absolutely mlem at one injured urban explorer who visits sometimes

emergency medical care but it’s a bunch of captive vampires being brought in to clean up the blood and heal the skin of the wounded with their tongues.

[albino-whumpee]

I need you all to look at this the amazing @sideblogformindtrash made of my boys!!! 

Crying so much, I´m so happy!! look at them!!! The bruises, how thin he is, the wings, the symbolism, and then, Sann in his handsomeness, his body still showing the scars of his past and THE SONG ;V;

Im on the floor. No need to pick me up. 

[milk-carton-whump]

@albino-whumpee I was thinking about Them yesterday and so I had to doodle them again lol. Enjoy♡

[saintwhumpolas]

Merry Christmas, @albino-whumpee!

From your Secret Santa:

Dear Moya! Merry Christmas! I hope you like your gift, it has been so fun reading up about your boys. Love from your whumpy secret santa!!

“I’ll cook tonight,” Albus told Sann, smiling shyly in the doorway. Sann, peacefully dozing by the small fire, nodded and smiled back. His body was curved just right; beautiful and enticing, but casual enough that only another box boy could tell it had been trained into him. It was so deeply ingrained Albus was sure not even Sann noticed he was doing it. The uncomfortable position wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, not when the other option was pain.

Safe in the knowledge that Sann could stay where he was, and rest, Albus made his way to the kitchen. He was making great progress, and picking up the vegetable knife didn’t make him freeze in fear anymore. He told himself: it’s just for the carrots, and onions, and whatever else. It’s not for skin or flesh. It’s not for me.

He started to slowly dice an onion, taking his time. He wasn’t with a Master that would beat him for being slow. Sometimes even small tasks like this made him feel adrift. The evening stretched out in front of him, and he didn’t have any orders, no owner to please, no threat hanging over him to speed his hands. But tonight, he felt okay. He was cooking for Sann, and he let that obligation fuel him.

But it couldn’t last.

It took less than half a second for the knife to slip and run over Albus’s finger joints, leaving a long slice through his skin. The cut was only shallow, but enough for blood to start filling the cleave almost immediately. Albus stared at it in mute shock, the events happening too fast to process properly. The sight of an open wound quickly filling with blood until it beaded and dripped down his pale skin- he blinked and he wasn’t in the kitchen any more. His hand was bleeding, the knife had gone all the way through, oh god. He was somewhere else, somewhere that made his head spin, until everything was caught up in the whir and he dropped to the ground.

. . .

A thud woke Sann immediately. He opened his mouth to call out, then shook his head and pulled himself up.

His heart stopped when he saw Albus lying on the ground in a heap, like he’d been discarded. There was a knife with a thin streak of blood spinning next to him, and Sann could see his hand was bleeding.

The blood didn’t scare him, not anymore, but the sight of Albus like this made his vision go white. He rushed over on autopilot, scooping him up and quickly checking him for any other injuries. When he found none- not new ones, anyway- he cleaned Albus’s cut and smoothed a plaster over it. His realised his hands were shaking as he was applying the plaster. It struck him that, as scary as it was for Albus to have a flashback to his past, it was just as scary for Sann himself. The more he thought about it, the harder his hands shook, until he had to stop completely and let himself take some deep breaths. Guilt poured into him- Albus needed him right now, and here he was having to soothe himself first. He leant closer to Albus’s neck, and kissed it gently, trying to ground himself in the present. The boy’s skin was soft, and dipped under the pressure of Sann’s lips.

The huge scar in the centre of his palm caught his eye, and he brushed his lips against it, kissing it for no reason other than he could. Albus’s dove-white hair had fallen over his face like a veil and Sann reached to brush it out of the way. He wanted to see his face, and he still never took it for granted.

Albus’s thin eyelids were peacefully closed. His eyelashes looked like they’d been dusted with new snow. Sann watched carefully as his love took slow breaths. His body was completely limp. Some days it scared him to see Albus like that. Sann knew how vulnerable he was, and the thought of him sinking into a helpless sleep, his body free to be taken and hurt and broken… it made him physically recoil as the violent thoughts descended onto him.

He was getting better at shutting those thoughts down, though. He was strong, and hardy. He wasn’t going to let anything happen.

Sann’s gentle hand ghosted over Albus’s forehead, testing his temperature and thankfully finding it normal. That was one less thing to worry about, at least. The idea that he had accidentally cut himself and fainted at the realisation of it wasn’t absurd, by any stretch of the imagination. Sann knew that there were countless ways the mind protected itself when its old wounds threatened to reopen.

Still, he had to get Albus into bed. His thoughts were taken over completely by the need to look after the deathly pale boy. It was no effort at all to lift him, and carry him into the bedroom. The half-chopped vegetables and the row of spices neatly laid out in preparation would have to wait.

As Sann laid him down, he remembered how Albus had done the same for him, back when they had first met. Or- no, it was their second meeting. Their first outside of the training facility. Albus had helped him lie down when his fever had robbed him of the ability to even move his limbs. His memory of that time was generally hazy, between the sickness and his crushing pain, but Albus’s sweet, selfless, awkward nature had stuck in his mind. Even now, it made Sann’s heart fill up to think about. He felt as if he’d never be able to truly repay him for it.

If he went back in time, and told that version of himself about all the other countless ways Albus would put him first, he wouldn’t have believed it. He couldn’t- he was so broken back then. So empty, and undeserving. He had been moved even when Albus asked permission to kiss him. He couldn’t fathom being treated like something that was allowed the luxury of a choice. Remembering that mindset scared him.

How could they do that to me?

But they had, and the fear that one day someone might do it again was always lurking in the back of his mind.

Beneath him, Albus rustled in his sleep. His fingers were curled and twitching gently. His thin lips were parted slightly as he took deep, healing breaths. Sann loved him. He loved him so much.

He reached down with cigarette-burned hands and removed Albus’s glasses, so that he could roll over. Softly, as always. Folding them and placing them on the dressing table next to the bed. Their bed, where nothing ever hurt. Certain signs of freedom would always impress and delight Sann as long as he lived, he was sure.

For a few seconds, he just watched. With Albus, alone together, it would never be voyeuristic, or invasive. They trusted each other like no one else in the world.

And then, when he was sure that Albus had made the jump from unconscious to asleep, he rose and turned the lights off.

. . .

Albus could smell it before he woke. It had seeped into his dream, a benign oil spill across his aimless thoughts. Eggs, and tomatoes. Sann was cooking.

Stretching him limbs out confirmed it. His arm dragged across the empty bed and he finally opened his eyes. His glasses looked back at him, and he smiled.

His hand was fine, of course it was. It was silly, really. Sann didn’t need to do all that, Albus had just been pathetic, he was- ugh. He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to shut out the old box boy training that was whispering in his ear.

He had been hurt, and he deserved to be looked after. It was okay.

The bare light of the morning sun kissed his cheeks as he stood up, and went to join his love once more.

[sideblogformindtrash]

So I like your whump, especially Blue, but I’m wondering do you have any blog recommendations for like more emotional/psychological whump. I can enjoy some physical whump as much as the next person but I’m a sucker for Stockholm syndrome and unreliable whumpee narrators. 😊

Alright, I ended up asking for help with this! Beautiful spouse milk and racoon helped, so not all reccomendations are from me. Although it seems like we read nearly the same stuff so... 

@milk-carton-whump​ - Brody & Nathan, abusive relationship type dynamic and rlly creepy/stalker whumper. Niner for dehumanization and pet whump (and my tears :/ )

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ Tool for heavy physical mental/conditioning. Nik for 🌟feelings🌟, homesick, loneliness, touch starvation. The Whumper there is quite literally feeding off/stealing the negative emotions. Brody for pet whump/dehumanization. Training drabbles have lots of conditioning. 

@whump-me-all-night-long - Jewerly Box; Stockolm Syndrome for Diamond and a lot of emotional/psychological whump going on with Saphire/Carnelian.

@as-a-matter-of-whump - Jonah & Vincent for abusive relationship/gaslight; Caleb is pet whump and has some pretty neat emotional stuff already on the first drabble;

@jordanstrophe - Good whumper-turned-caretaker material. Going-once-going-twice, more on the recovery side of whump.

@ihaventwritteninsolong - Cathal; a lot of emotional whump/abusive realtionship type dynamic;

@friendlylocalwhumper - Lux; lots of conditioning. stockholm/ptsd vibes. 

@whumpfigure - Very heavy in dehumanization/conditioning. I’m struggling not to make a cat joke.

@secretwhumplair Yves *heart locked my beloved*. I think he does fit like an unreliable narrator at times. Raccoon also says lint and houseguests

@whumpzone - I feel like there is a heavy focus on the emotional side of whump on basically all their writing. Its mostly recovery tho.

@albino-whumpee - Sann and Albus. Dehumanization/pet whump. 

@tenmillionwhumperflies - Cloudwalkers. Raccoon reccomendations, I will read later. They have horses!

@faewhump - Alex. Same as above. They have faes. No horses that I can tell. If you go on their blog don’t say your name. 

@sola-whumping - Nox. Same as above!

@the-wandering-whumper - Spouse reccomendation! Seems to be focused on fandom.

thank you!

Also no pressure to interact with this post even if you were tagged ♡

[as-a-matter-of-whump]

Can I know what would Vincent think of Albus and what would Jonah think of Robert?

Now those are some incredible pairings my dear Moya!

I think at first Vincent wouldn’t like Albus because he’s not his type and he’d also be pretty much disgusted by the whole box boy business - like, why buy a box boy when you can just kidnap someone you like? It’s also way cheaper and you know what you get beforehand ;) But I think if he got to know him better, he would actually like him and get a tiny bit attached to him. It might sound crazy to say something like this about Vincent, but if he’d find out about all those horrible things that happened to poor Albus he’d pity him and would try to help in some way. I can totally see him hiring Albus as his new assistant after finding out how dedicated he was when working for Zarai.

As for Jonah and Robert… oh my. I’m already sorry for my poor baby… He would be so, so scared, because imho Robert is the worst person ever (and you can be so proud of yourself for creating a character like this, he even scares me though I know he isn’t real XD). Imagine him finding out about what Robert did to Sann - he’d probably get a heart attack because he would be so scared… especially since Vincent scolded him so often for swearing or being mouthy in general, having his vocal cords cut would break him completely. Maybe Jonah would just cling to Vincent so he could protect him from that evil man...

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I think you’re my super talented, I can’t believe follows me, with who I can have a few quick good conversations every once in a while mutual.

-Moya

Moya.

-puts my hands on either side of your face and leans in uncomfortably close-

I adore you. Your talent at art knocks me out on the regular. Your story with Sann and Albus breaks my heart so often I have permanent cracks and I love you for it.

Your drawings of Chris are how I see him in my mind now.

I can't believe you follow me.

@albino-whumpee

[whumpfigure]

Bastet´s opinion on Sann and Albus? if you will, -Moya

@albino-whumpee Ohhhhh he'd relate to both of them in ways!!

Him and Al both have had their hands pierced by a knife, both has been on wicked types of shock collars, both encouraged to stay silent, both neglected at some point.

He would kind of be jealous that Albus has his speech back tho. Same thing goes with Sann too.

Also, he can't help but feel a mixture of horror and awe at the sight of Al's scars. Also he thinks Albus is so beautiful too

I think Bastet and Sann would get along really well. Sign language buddies, both with South American ethnicities, and Sann having a warm aura that makes Bastet feel safe.

At last but not least, Bastet would adore Sann and Albus's relationship and daydream about someone like that for himself too.

[albino-whumpee]

CW/ torture, murder, hanging, amputation, fraying, revenge, whumper turned whumpee. Sadistic whumper.

Imagining I can let Albus get away with it and make him kill the Coronel during recovery arc.

Like, just imagining he goes to his house in the middle of the woods saying he wants to talk and that he will prepare them dinner and then while eating he says he finished his assignment while holding the ears of the guys he was sent to kill and a stash of money, so. He has no debt to pay anymore.

However, the Coronel’s debt to him…

The guy thinks he poisoned the food as he starts feeling dizzy, but Albus is calmly drinking on his wine as he explains that poisoning him is only the first payment.

When the man wakes up he has a plastic bag over his head and is tied up to a chair with legs spread. He notices quickly the chair is inclined, hanging by a neck holding him at the brink of suffocation. He doesn’t know where Albus is until he pushes the chair forward and the rope cut his air.

“It’s an awful feeling, isn’t it?” He tells him. “Could you handle hours of this? No? It’s ok, you learn how in a few hours.”

The man notices he’s also naked, and think is just for humiliation until Al begins to cut his chest with a kitchen knife. He doesn’t just slice but dips the knife and lifts before pulling the skin. It goes like that for an hour.

It is with a wet splat that Albus stops fraying him.

“Good job, only halfway there.”

The Coronel is spatting curses that fall in deaf ears when his body tenses at the sudden bolt of electricity over his bleeding chest, right on the open wounds. Only the sizzle of the taser giving him mere seconds to brace himself. The man’s screams become wetter and wetter as Albus alternates between choking and electrocuting him.

An hour later, the man’s neck is ragged raw when Albus cuts the rope and the man gasps for air with a bloody mouth.

“A-A-ar-e yo-u d-d-one?” The man asks him, heaving, watching the boy inspect the knife in his hands before cleaning it with the man’s clothes.

“I don’t have enough time for this. So I’ll make it short.” Albus goes to grab his hand then, “do you remember how many fingers you cut, Coronel?” He says as he slowly saws the man’s thumb. He screams, or tries to, but his throat is quite damaged now so only gurgling sounds come out. “Refresh my memory, would you? After the drip, I barely remember two,” he says, moving to the index finger. “Or was it three?

“Annie only had a few fingers in her hands when I found her…but I just don’t remember how many…” he said with a sad face that became a little smile as the forth finger fell with a thud. “Oh! I have a reminder of that day, tho! Let’s see,” he said lifting the hem of his pants and counting in a murmur before slamming the knife over the man’s last finger on his right hand. “Yeah, it won’t be enough with only one. You gotta pay the interests for a knee, too.”

The man sobs and his mind shatters just as much when Albus destroys his legs with a hammer.

He’s doesn’t stop until the man screams at him begging to be killed already.

Then, Albus slowly let’s the hammer down and goes to the kitchen. The man can hear the click of the stove before Albus walks back to him and grabs his face.

“Maybe it would’ve been a lot quicker if you had said it earlier,” she shrugged, letting go. “Guess you just wanted it the hard way, Coronel.” Albus takes off, not before taking the man’s cigarettes. Once at the door, he sees him muttering something under his breath. He feels a pang of disgust, but it dies quickly as he watches the cigarette in his hands light up. “Send my regards to my father when you see him in hell.”

Albus walks out and watches from the distance with one of the man’s reds on his mouth.

“They taste disgusting,” he thinks to himself as he ran out of minutes. He drops it and stomps on it before walking away.

The house burns down with the man in it and even if police finds a few digit prints, the system is blank on the profile. “The person doesn’t exist”, it says. He wasn’t old enough to have them on the system on the “people’s” files and nobody cares to check on the pet archives. So, after weeks, the case is dropped as something that happened because of a gang conflict.

Sann watches the news and looks at Albus, barely able to move because of the sudden flare of pain in his limbs and can’t help but remember Robert’s face when he shot. He knows there was anger in his heart when he did it, but he didn’t have a choice. Albus had planned it.

Albus doesn’t need to look at him to see the conflict crossing Sann’s face, but when he sees his own face in the mirror, when he sees the painting, the bursts between his legs and the scar on his cheek…when he thinks he sees Annie on the corner only to find nobody, doubt disappears.