#appy polly loggies everyone

[graciehatesgracie]

damnatorum.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of drugs (antidepressants), death in the family, psychological torture, rape, horrible fucking writing (I'm supposed to be sleeping, appy polly loggies if shit doesn't make sense), and more

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Pete Mochaliwei James.

The most taciturn droog out of all of them.

He was a strange boy. Quiet. Reserved. In his own world. He avoided eye contact, rarely got attached to humans (though he did find everyday objects like toasters, mirrors, and doors entertaining), and never really had anything going on. If you looked him deep and straight into the eyes, you'd figure there was absolutely void behind it. He was hard to read. His expression was always inscrutable. His parents were killed in a vehicular accident. He never had any family to love or to care for. He was outcasted and harassed for his "weird" nature. He was hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt. It never stopped. Till he found Alex. He was beaten up in an alleyway. Scarred. He was pathetic. Like a sad, lost, and abandoned puppy. There was a cut on his lip, and he had a black eye. Alex took him in, not cause he felt any ounce of sympathy for the poor boy, but he knew it would be easy to twist and use Pete. Someone in such a vulnerable mental state would be perfect to warp.

Pete turned out to be just the perfect good boy Alex expected and more. He followed all of Alex's commands, never got out of line, and didn't really complain about Alex's tyranny. Pete wasn't exactly a sucker for rape and violence like the others were, but he did his fair share. Although Pete was a bit too shy for Alex's liking (he would prefer if Pete were more blunt with his words), Alex still liked him. To most, being liked by a pretty blond blue-eyed boy your age would be a blessing. To Pete, it was inferno. Alex treated Pete like a fucking dog, and even if Pete never complained or talked about it, he hated it. Alex was like the owner and Pete the pet. Alex near to always babied Pete (not in a gentle way), and acted as if Pete were some sort of fascinating sculpture, crafted by the finest artist of all. When Alex looked at Pete, it wasn't the gaze of a friend. it was an inspection. Pete was an object in Alex's eyes, which made it easier to boss him around without feeling guilty about it. Not that Alex could in the first place.

"Pete, dear brother! lovely seeing you here."

".....Why did you call me?"

"Aha, for the old in-out-in-out, ofcourse."

Did I mention they were fucking too?

"......"

"Alrighty, I suppose you remember the drill, Petey-boy?"

Pete closed his eyes and shakily exhaled through his nose.

"in the litso this time. Come on. You've done it before."

Alex said in a way a loving and caring owner would speak to their dog. Pete didn't complain, as per usual, and got on his knees. He closed his eyes, expecting the sound of a zipper and something getting shoved into his mouth, but he was met with silence for a bit. After a good second or two, he felt Alex put something on his head. He opened his eyes and noticed Alex put a bunny headband on him.

"....?"

"Cute, innit? Wanted my little puppy to look extra horrorshow for today. Y'know, with it being Easter n' all."

Pete didn't exactly abide by the laws of Christianity, but he did know there was Bog somewhere out there. It completely slipped his mind that it was Easter, since on the days he wasn't being actively forced to participate in some delinquency Alex planned for the droogs, he spent all his time in his room either reading or contemplating things. He was massively introverted and preferred silence and peace. Nobody was there to greet him a happy Easter, and on the way to Alex's apartment, his vision was fucked from taking a concerning amount of antidepressants and didn't notice the Easter decor in the stores. Pete said nothing and went along with it. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in preparation for the violent horrors he was about to face next.

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might make a smut on this idk if this gets a positive reaction I'll do it

[seasons-beatings]

I had someone apologize to me because their gift was going to be late and they couldn’t get it in by December 20. And since today is the former deadline, I’m taking the opportunity to announce:

Gifts are now due DECEMBER 25 instead, and will be delivered on DECEMBER 30!

And I’m going to tag everyone participating, so if you’ve already sent in your gift, just ignore this post!

@whumperofworlds @randowhump @dresden-syndrome @toyybox @thecareandkeepingofwhumpees @shshshquietnow @thegirlintherainbowbuckethat @whumpinthepot @i-eat-worlds @what-if-i-just-did @cyberwhumper @roxenworks @forestbeansisdyslexic @panic-whump @whumpthefifth @mommymarichatfurever @whump-space @spicywhumper @mournille @whumpy-wyrms @pigeonwhumps @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @the-whumpee-tapes @tictac-murder-spaghetti @appy-polly-loggies @gallegher @ash-and-bone-whump @newbornwhumperfly @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @painsandconfusion @shywhumpauthor @tiaswritingsideblog @whumble-beeee @whump-it-like-its-hot @someonecommittingcrimes @cupcakes-and-pain

Boy, there are a lot of y’all!

And if you haven’t sent in your gift to saintwhumpolas@gmail.com yet, this is just a reminder that if circumstances happen and you can’t complete your gift in time, please let me know as soon as possible so I can get a standby person working to make sure your gifter still has a gift!

[whumpasaurus101]

i cant think of a title but the google docs name for it was The Drunk Bastards BDHGDHJ. uhmm im pretty sure I only have two pieces that acc are a storyline in this story and all of this stuff is side drabbles- but we're just going to ignore that GHBDHJHDJ

CW: alcohol / drunk whumpers / beating / alcohol poured on whumpee / cursing / lmk if i missed anything!!

Asher squirmed uncomfortably on the chair in which he sat on. The one right beside Rodger of course who was stupidly swaying side to side as the alcohol kicked in. Well… being honest, the alcohol kicked in the minute Rodger’s lips touched the liquid.

Asher refused to look at Jack who knelt at Alicia's side while she combed her fingers through his hair. Bruises littered his skin and blood ran from his nose. He gave Asher puppy dog eyes as he whimpered from the pain. Asher just clenched his jaw and gulped.

And then there was a new prick to dd to the oh so long list. Romeo.

Rodger, I must admit, from what Alicia was saying about your mutt. This little cutie looks like a little dote!” Romeo laughed, making Asher growl.. “Oh trus’ me, he eez a fu-uckin’ diszcrace…. I tell youuuu, he got worse anger issues than meeeeeeee!” Asher bit hard on his lip, trying his hardest not to lash out. He felt Romeo’s eyes on him. Staring at him. They didn't move. Oh God, would you just fuck off!

“Well, tell me, Asher, is Rodger right?” Asher rolled his jaw and continued glaring at the floor as he felt the anger burst inside of him, “What really revs your engines, hm?” Oh, he was ready to murder that guy. A sudden fist slamming hard onto the table made Asher jump with a yelp. “Answer when I speak to you, mutt!!!”

“Fuck you!”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Fuck. You.”

Romeo suddenly stood up, making jack flinch violently, breaking Asher’s heart lightly. Asher went to stand up too, but Rodger’s heavy, floppy have pushed him down, “Ashzer, sss’stop- romeo, he didn’ mean ih like tha.”

“Rodger shut the fuck up! Your mutt needs to be thaught a fucking lesson so he doesn't do it again!!!!”

Rodger tried to respond but his brain was complete mush at this point, “We-ell, alrigh’, juss- juss, ah- wdo whateverrr ya want with himm.”

“No!!” Jack yelled. Everyone’s head snapped over to Jack in shock. “No, Please-se! Do whatever you want to me! Bit Asher!! Please!!”

“Wow, the princess is a brave one!” Asher growled at Romeo’s comment. “Well, as tempting as that sounds, I’ll have to pass. I wanna see a proper way for your mutt of a boyfriend to learn his lesson.”

Asher’s teeth felt as if they were about to shatter under the immense pressure. “Get up,” Romeo ordered. Asher stayed sitting. Romeo quickly grabbed him by the hair and flung him across the room. Asher let out a wheeze as all the air from his body left. He wasn't given a lot of time before Romeo straddled him with one knee on each side of Asher.

He landed punch after punch to Asher’s face. The brutal attacks were slightly slower than the other ones Asher had experienced which … which was a lot- but he guessed that that was because of the alcohol.

He spat out the blood which had dripped from his nose into his mouth. He didn't mean to… but he spat on Romeo… oh no, he was dead. His stomach dropped at the murderous look on Romeo’s face. “I-I didn't mean to!”

More punches were landed… a lot more. “I'm sorry!” Asher finally yelled in defeat causing an end to the brutal attack. Alicia stood up and walked over, wine glass in hand. She studied Asher’s face and grinned, “Aw, look how pretty he looks!” She giggled, “But there’s one thing missing.” She took one last sip from her wine glass and then slowly poured the rest of the wine over Asher. Both Romo and Alicia laughed while Alicia took a picture and they both sat back down again.

Asher’s breath stuttered in an attempt to hold in his sobs. He felt gross. He slowly wiped the alcohol from his eyes and face, biting his lip as it wobbled. He stiffly turned over and silently sobbed. What made him sob more was when Jack rushed over to him and cradled his head in his lap, softly brushing his hands over his face and letting Asher cry while keeping his face hidden.

Asher was embarrassed. Embarrassed and felt disgusting… what better combo is there…

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[whump-me-all-night-long]

The Scoop of a Lifetime - 31

Whumptober Day 31 - TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE

Tagging  @mnmlover2002, @cupcakes-and-pain, @lave-e, @appy-polly-loggies, @lovely-little-whump, @just-another-whumper, let me know if you want to be added/removed!

Okay, y’all, wow, I can’t believe this is the end of October! I genuinely thought I would get through only three or four days of Whumptober and there were times where I felt like I wouldn’t finish, but all y’all really helped to motivate me! This is kind of the first time I’ve ever actually finished something, so big thanks to everyone who supported me along the way! I hope y’all enjoy!

CW: threatened death, thoughts of death, you get the gist, referenced torture, referenced injuries, Wildre is a mean, mean man, let me know if I missed anything!

Masterlist // Previous

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Devin gazed out the window of the car, their mind spinning and their body aching as they went over bump after bump. Next to them, in the driver’s seat, Duncan stared straight ahead, his jaw tense and his hands clenched on the steering wheel. Devin wished there was something they could say to him - Hey, I know you don’t want to murder me, so no offense taken! - but their throat still refused to work. The most they’d been able to manage was some raspy gasps, and even those caused them to double over as fire ripped through them. 

Instead, they stared out the window, replaying those last moments.

“You want me to do what?” Duncan stared at Wildre, wide eyed. “But- but you just got them! And Doc said they’d heal!”

Wildre shrugged, still gently petting them. “It’s too much work. Not enough of a pay out.” Seeing the look on Devin’s face, he mockingly gave them a sympathetic smile. “Oh don’t take it personally, love. You’re just.. too broken, now. This is just what needs to be done. I’m putting you out of your misery, that’s all.”

Devin had shuddered and pulled away, glaring angrily away from the two of them, unshed tears shining in their eyes, and Wildre had, surprisingly, let them. No use trying to get me to behave, if you’re about to murder me, they thought, slightly hysterical.

Standing up, Wildre motioned to them. “Well, better not drag this out for too much longer.” He dug something out of his pocket before tossing a set of keys at Duncan, who deftly snatched them out of the air. “Take the car, take them, and go. I expect you to be back by this evening.” This evening? Devin thought, confused. But it’s barely morning. Duncan seemed to be thinking the same thing, so Wildre gave a nonchalant shrug. “You can have some fun with them first, if you want. They’re too broken for me now, so as long as they end up gone, I don’t really care what happens to them anymore.”

Devin recoiled from his words, but Duncan gave him a tight nod. Wildre gave one last appraising look to Devin, before scoffing, muttering “Such a shame, you were coming along so nicely,” and leaving.

Duncan looked down at the keys in his hands for a moment before pocketing them, and bending over to grab Devin. They flinched back from him, but it was in vain; he quickly pulled them to him, slinging them up, bridal style.

They wrapped their arms around his neck to keep themself steady and couldn’t help but be reminded of when they’d been shot, how he’d carried them the same way. He brought them down several hallways until they reached a large garage. 

Walking over to one of the cars, he settled them in the passenger’s seat before crossing around and sitting down next to them, silently starting the engine.

Devin was pulled out of their thoughts when the car suddenly stopped, turning off. They blinked, refocusing, and looked around.

They were parked at the dead end of a narrow dirt road. Nothing was around for as far as they could see, just open fields and the vague outline of some trees miles away. They swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of just how alone they were and how inevitable their quickly approaching death was.

They heard a sigh and glanced over to see Duncan looking down at his lap, frowning deeply. Finally he moved, slowly getting out of the car. He easily lifted them out, setting them a few feet away on their knees, grass swaying around them.

They stared up at him with wide eyes swimming in tears, panting shallowly as waves of i don’t want to die please don’t kill me i didn’t want it to be you who killed me pain swept through them. They watched as he took a couple stumbling steps back, his eyes unable to leave their face.

Guiltily, he reached back towards his waistband, slowly pulling out a pistol. He dropped their gaze, checking the gun to make sure it was loaded before he glanced back up at them.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I really am. I- I don’t want to have to do this. You- you know how Wildre is though, right?” He stared at them as if they were going to offer him any sort of comfort or understanding. Instead, they stared at him remorsefully, and he dragged a hand over his face with a groan. “Do you have to look at me like that?” he snapped. “I already feel guilty enough! I don’t want to do this! You don’t want to do this! But-” His voice cracked and he had to clear his throat before continuing. “But this is just how the world works.”

He raised the gun, slight tremors running through their arm, his expression going steely, and Devin’s heart began racing. They stared up at him, trying to convey i don’t want to die i don’t want to die i don’t want you to be the one to kill me their thoughts. 

His finger twitched over the finger, and Devin took a deep breath and shouted with all their might, “Duncan!” It came out raspy and broken and much quieter than they had hoped. For a moment, they thought he didn’t hear them, but then his arm was falling down and he was turning away from them.

“Dammit,” he said, his voice muffled as his free hand came up to his mouth. “Dammit!” he screamed. “Why can’t I just do this?!” Devin was doubled over, their hands curled around their neck as pain raced up and down their throat.

He turned back around and tried lifting the gun towards them again, but it ended up coming back down almost immediately. He dropped it on the hood of the car before squatting down in front of Devin. 

He took their face in his hands, wiping lightly over the tear tracks on their cheeks. “Devin, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, staring into their eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop this earlier. I’m sorry I let it get this far. I- I just can’t get out now, it’s too late for me.” He stood, dropping something on the ground next to them as they stared up at him, their eyes glazed over in pain. “I’m sorry I let him break you,” he murmured, so quiet Devin didn’t know if he had really said it or not for a moment. 

Then he was grabbing the gun, climbing back into the car, and driving away. And Devin was left all alone, kneeling in the grass.

It took them much too long to remember what he had left behind, and their hands started scrabbling in the grass for it. Finally, their fingers curled around something small and made of hard plastic. They lifted it up and were surprised to see that it was a throw away flip phone. 

They sank down, off their knees, every imaginable part of the body trembling with pain as they flipped it open. The screen lit up and they stared at it uncomprehendingly. In the contacts, only a single number was saved, called “D.” Without needing to think, they knew what Duncan had done. And they resolved to never call that number. Instead, they clicked over to the keypad, their hand shaking. 

As a sudden burst of pain overtook them, they fell into the grass, curling up on themself. Come on, they silently yelled. You can do this. You need to do this. Then you’ll be safe.

Dredging up every last bit of energy they had, they pressed the three numbers and brought the ringing phone up to their ear. They heard the dial tone, then a monotone voice answer, “911, what’s your emergency?”

They gasped out in as loud a whisper as they could manage, “My name is Devin Connally. I- Something h-happened to me. I- I need help. I’m in a f-field, I don’t know where.” Their voice broke as they whined, “It- it hurts. I’m in so much p-pain.”

The voice replied, “One moment while we track your phone..” They continued speaking but by then Devin was already slipping into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

Part Two

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Anton Finds Out!

I hate cliffhangers as much as the next person, so here’s the sequel to the super fluffy thing I wrote here!

CW: Anton being terrible and Tim not stop him

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“Hmm, what do we have here?” Anton Sørensen whispered to himself as he watch the ungrateful bastard who he worked with, Dyri MacQuoid, as ve laughed and ate with a suspected criminal. Honestly, Anton thought that he’d be more surprised by this, but he wasn’t. Dyri was always a weird one. Why couldn’t that kid just be normal?

But that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the fact that this kid had the nerve to whine and complain until Timothy and Anton gave him a day off. And how does ve choose to use this day off? Spend it with someone who was almost definitely an enemy. What was ve playing at? Did ve not know that Anton knew everything? Did ve honestly think that ve could get away with this? Anton had be wanting a reason to punish Dyri for awhile now, but Tim’s stupid “moral code” had kept him from doing anything besides just empty threats.

But now, at long last, Anton had a reason for hurting the kid, and there was nothing that Tim could do. Oh, this would be fun.

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Tim had just finished up his paperwork and was about to go home when he got a call from Anton.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tim, you’ll never guess who I just saw Dyri kiss.” Anton said with glee. Even through the phone, Tim could hear the cruelty in Anton’s voice that he knew and loved.

“Uh, I don’t know. Kim from down the hall? Look, Annie-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever. Do you really think it’s any of our business who that kid kisses?”

Anton laughed. “It is our business when ve is smooching a suspected enemy of the company.”

That threw Tim off guard. Dyri? Associating with the enemy? Impossible. Tim remembered how upset Dyri was even seeing that one captive, what was his name, Kad? But anyway, Dyri hated anyone and everyone who stood against the company’s vision. So why would ve do this?

Anton took Tim’s silence as a chance to continue talking.

“Yeah, I just saw ver with that red head, the one who we suspect to be coding for our enemies. Remember her? Man, she was quite the looker, sure, but she’s an enemy none the less!”

“At least, we think she is.” Tim interjected, But Anton clearly wasn’t in the mood to discuss this.

“Whatever,” he snapped, “The point is that she could be plotting against us and the kid is going on a date with her! I know you hate when our co workers get punished, but it’s our job. And Dyri needs to be taught a lesson.”

Tim hated it, but Anton was right. They couldn’t just let this slide. He sighed.

“Okay, fine. When will we do it and what tools do we need?”

“We’ll call ver first thing tomorrow. And don’t ever worry, I’ll handle materials.”

“Tomorrow? But it’s the weekend!”

“I. Don’t. Care. Dyri messed up and ve needs to be taught a lesson. Have I made myself clear?”

Then Anton hung up without waiting for an assignment and Tim sighed again. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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[professional-idiocy]

Happy new year everyone! I'm a bit late with this new year thing but yeah.

Also a huge thanks to the friends I've made here @lovablepiece-of-toast, @learningtowhump and @appy-polly-loggies. You guys are amazing.

I'd also like to thank the 3 people I can always see in my notes. You're amazing and I don't know if you want to be mentioned but I'm grateful for you guys bothering to like the things I post ^^

All of you have made 2020 bearable for me. So thank you very much ^^ You all are amazing.

[midnight-mismanagement]

@loxxxlay tagged everyone and was very...sweetly persuasive about it so...

Rules: List ten of your favourite female characters in different fandoms and then tag ten people.

Not in any particular order and just the ones I can think of right now off the top of my head:

Hermione Granger - HP, first female character I ever really liked I think as a kid

Natasha Romanoff - MCU, she was the only female avenger in Avengers (2012) and she has a special place in my heart and I’m just realizing I was eleven when that movie came out wtfffff

Catra - She Ra, she’s a disaster and I love her and she makes me sad, also Scorpia and all of them

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Alya Césaire - Miraculous Ladybug, don’t make me choose they are both the best. Marinette is so cute, expressive, wicked smart, creative, and a really fun character, and Alya is just such a supportive friend, and she’s best girl. I also like Kagami Tsurugi, and you know, just, all of them... 

Riza Hawkeye - FMA(B), goddd she is just so cool I love herrr. Also Mei Chang, and countless other girls from that show.

Nebula - Guardians, I don’t care if it’s still mcu I still really like her and she also makes me sad

Colleen Wing - Iron Fist, also mcu but I. Don’t care. Also, Claire Temple, Misty Knight, I - I could go on -

Willow Rosenberg - BTVS, my fave character from that show, just, let her be her crazy smart, awkward, badass witchy self-

Angua von Uberwald - Discworld, I read The Fifth Elephant several times as a kid and I don’t regret it at all. 

Toph Beifong - atla, goddd she’s just - I love her - how is a character that cool -

Okay we’re apparently at 10 (more than? shh) characters already, so. Alas, this is where I must cease my gushing. For now. 

Tagging: Umm, how about @ratsats @appy-polly-loggies @why-fren @buffintruder @laylainalaska @bereft-of-frogs if any of you want, and ummm anyone else who wants to do this! 

[blue-flare10]

For the oc ask thingy if you wanna do this

I'm not good with words so if you want to you can let as many of your bois tell everyone what they think about this gentleman based off his appearance 😂 (personally I'd love to know what Dezeray would think but the more opinions the better 😂)

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@appy-polly-loggies

Dezeray's opinion on him would mostly depend on how he acted towards her, but she would probably be indifferent to him at first. She wouldn't care what he did as long as he stayed out of her way and didn't bother her. If he tried to harm her then she would make it her personal goal to make his life miserable. However, if he showed her that he could be useful and beneficial to her then it's definitely possible she would team up with him (though she'd be suspicious at first and would keep a close eye on him).

[whumpasaurus101]

hiiii can we get a Drabble of Jack staying with Aiden :D

Jack winced as Aiden pressed the end of the cigarette to the nape of his neck. "Still," Aiden ordered. "S-sorry sir," Jack whined. Aiden simply just rolled his eyes and sipped his whiskey.

"You know what, this is getting boring," Aiden sighed dramatically, soaking in how Jack froze, "Johnny, Leo, get in here!" Aiden called.

"No! Please! I-I'll do anything! I'm sorry, I won't be boring!!!" Aiden scoffed, yanking Jack's hair roughly back, "Too late," He grinned.

Johnny and Leo came in, the two most muscular ones from this place. Jack gulped. "Boys, I'm getting quite tired, will you mind the baby for me?" The two looked at each other, smirked and then turned back to Aiden. Leo cracked his knuckles with a menacing grin, "Of course sir."

Johnny quickly grabbed Jack by the shoulders and shoved Jack into the room they currently were staying in. Jack landed just on another mattress. Luckily this one didn't have anyone in it.

He quickly stood up and looked around him. The floor was littered with mattresses. "Get up boys, Danny's boyfriend is here." Everyone sat up. "No way. Danny.. going out with him???" Everyone started laughing and Jack's face burned a deep red.

"Awwww, look, you're getting him all embarrassed!!!" "Lay off, he's a dote isn't he?!" Leo chuckled, slinging his arm around Jack's shoulder before his smile disappeared, "Time to toughen him up, boys, line up. We'll start with punching him once each and go on from there."

Jack gulped. He was not in for a good time.

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[whump-me-all-night-long]

The Scoop of a Lifetime - 19

Whumptober Day 19 - BROKEN HEARTS

Tagging: @mnmlover2002, @cupcakes-and-pain, @lave-e, @appy-polly-loggies, let me know if you want to be added/removed!

Whew, this chapter.. kind of got away from me, both in length and content. It’s almost double my usual length, and it’s pretty rough. Heed the CWs and stay safe guys!

CW: suicidal thoughts (in the “I’d rather be dead than have to go through this, why couldn’t I have died?” vein), violent death, gun violence, blink-and-you-miss-it noncon implication, threats, reference to past torture, previous injuries, Devin has a pretty unhealthy mindset throughout this chapter, please let me know if I missed anything!

Masterlist // Previous

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Once they were settle back in their room - they’d stopped trying to convince themself it wasn’t theirs - Devin simply laid on the bed, their ankles wrapped tightly and elevated by a few pillows. They stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think. And failing.

Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Being tossed around and hurt, depending on Wildre’s every whim? How long can I actually survive like this? How long will I actually want to survive like this?

Their thoughts restless and dark, they must’ve fallen asleep eventually because at some point Wildre was knock, knock, knocking on their door, his much too cheerful for this early in the morning voice ringing through the door. “Good morning, love! It’s time to get up! I’ve got a fun activity planned for today!”

Devin dragged a hand across their face with a soft groan, before pulling themself out of bed, forgetting about their ankles until they tried to stand. They had to quickly sit back down on the edge, slowly moving their ankles to stretch them out as much as they could. Every morning, they seemed to have to re-remember that i’m crippled i’ll never be the same as i was before he’s hurt me for the rest of my life what had happened.

They shakily stood back up, swaying slightly and grimacing at the pain but gradually making their way to the bathroom, stopping to grab a change of clothes from their wardrobe. 

Once inside, they quickly stripped off the clothes they’d fallen asleep in and the braces, dropping the clothing on the floor and carefully setting the braces on the sink counter before stepping carefully into the shower. They stayed under the steady stream of hot water as long as they dared before shutting it off and drying themself off. They squeezed the water out of their hair, making sure it wasn’t dripping and that it was out of their face before pulling the plain, long sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans on, refastening the ankle braces on before giving themself a cursory look over in the mirror, frowning slightly at the deep shadows beneath their eyes.

They sat down on the bed to loosely lace up a pair of sneakers before running a hand through their hair and pulling open the door, unsurprised to find Duncan waiting for them.

They silently followed him down the hall, until they reached a room they thought was on a lower section of the house but weren’t completely sure, Duncan motioning them through the door.

Cautiously, they stepping through, their eyes quickly taking in a small underground parking garage filled with more cars than any one person could ever need, with multiple tunnels leading out in different directions.

Wildre was standing by one of the cars, perking up immediately and calling out, “Oh, Devin, love, there you are! I was worried you’d gotten lost.”

Devin and Duncan made their way over to him, going at a slow pace due to the former. Once they reached the car, Wildre easily opened the backseat door for Devin and, as they slid in, he tossed something to Duncan before climbing in afterwards.

Duncan sat down in the driver’s seat and started the car. Devin took a deep breath, feeling slightly i can’t breathe they’re trapping me in i have no space surrounded with Duncan in front of them and Wildre next to them.

The car started to move as soon as everyone had done their seat belts, quietly humming beneath them, and although Devin knew nothing about cars, they could tell this one was definitely expensive. It drove through one of the tunnels, lights flashing above them as they passed. The car was deathly silent, so Devin settled for staring out the window, watching the concrete walls fly past. 

After a while, Devin would have to guess around fifteen or twenty minutes, although they’d never been good at estimating time, the car seemed to pull into another similar miniature parking garage, this one with less fancy cars in it. They stopped and Wildre turned to face Devin, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Now, love,” he started and they immediately began tensing up, “I’m about to bring you on a little trip, okay?” They bristled at how he spoke to them as if they were a child but they slowly nodded. “You might see some things, and they might not be pretty, but-” He reached out and grabbed their jaw firmly, but not painfully, forcing them to meet his gaze- “it is crucial that you keep your mouth shut. Am I understood?”

They nodded, licking their lips nervously before saying softly, “Yeah, I-I understand.”

He smiled, and Devin hated how that made them almost relax. “Good.” He opened the door and, once he stood, reached back a hand for Devin and they accepted, leaning on him more heavily than they’d like to admit.

Once they were all out, they fell into a formation, with Wildre in the lead, Devin a step or two behind him and to the side, and Duncan bringing up the rear. They headed for a door along one of the walls, a keypad locking it. Wildre punched in a long code before pulling what looked like an ID badge out and swiping it. The light on it turned green, and the door swung open slightly. 

Walking through it, the three were greeted with what looked like receptionist’s area that wouldn’t look out of place in a downtown office building. A young woman sitting at the desk glanced up at them then did a double take as she spotted Wildre.

Standing up, she brushed nonexistent wrinkles out of her clothes. “Mr. Wildre,” she greeted, glancing discreetly at a clock hanging on the wall. “We, uh, we weren’t expecting you for another hour, sir.” She took in Devin with a narrowed gaze. “And we weren’t expecting a, a guest,” she added, tone as if she thinks i’m a threat as if i would voluntarily have anything to do with him decidedly less friendly.

He smiled and waved a hand towards Devin. “Oh, Devin? They’re harmless.” She seemed to melt under his paparazzi grin, and Devin flushed, biting down on their lip to keep quiet. “And I enjoy showing up early. What can I say?” he said with a laugh and careless shrug.

The woman nodded before gesturing to one of the doors behind her. “Well, Mr. Westhaven is in the warehouse right now, getting ready to send out a shipment.”

Wildre gave her a nod and another smile, before taking Devin by the arm and marching them towards the door she had indicated. He had to enter another code and swipe his badge again before they were standing at the top of a stairwell, looking down on a bustling warehouse, filled with large crates and loud machinery that looked disconcertingly normal. 

Leading Devin down the stairs, Wildre looked around the busy area, Devin’s ankles protesting at the i can’t keep up please slow down i’m in so much pain harsh movements. Once they reached the bottom, he made a beeline for an older man who seemed to be at the center of the chaos. As they passed, workers began recognizing Wildre and growing quiet. 

By the time they had reached the other man, the warehouse had become nearly silent, every eye on them. Devin felt heat creep up their neck as they felt eyes landing on them and tried to subtly shrink into Wildre’s side, a fact that, while he clearly noticed, evident by the smug grin on his face, he thankfully did not comment on. The older man turned around and, seeing them, gave a huge grin. 

“Mr. Wildre!” he called, and Devin was surprised to see such an older man, he had to be in his fifties or sixties, call Wildre “Mr.”

He responded with a small wave. “Westhaven. How’s this shipment progressing?”

The man chuckled. “Very good, sir. Running smoothly. What brings you by so early?” While he portrayed the picture of ease, Devin could see that he was scrambling by the sudden appearance of his boss and, judging by the gleam in his eye, Wildre saw it too.

“Oh, just wanted to see it in action. I do miss being part of the day to day activities sometimes. It’s not nearly as fun being stuck in a stuffy office all day.” He saw Westhaven’s eyes turn towards Devin, neatly tucked between Wildre and Duncan, and grinned, wrapping an easy arm around them. “Although it does come with its benefits.” 

Devin stiffened almost imperceptibly at the he’s touching me stop don’t touch me like that please get away but that man is staring at me like that i don’t like that possessiveness in the gesture, but Westhaven seemed to get the message and easily changed the subject.

“I can see that. We’re just finishing loading the last of the crates before we send them off-”

At that moment, shouting erupted from one of the many doors throughout the huge room, and Devin’s eyes widened as a man staggeringly ran out. They had to grit their teeth so they wouldn’t disobey what he told me to do he told me to be quiet cry out when they realized the man was littered with cuts and bruises, some still leaking blood.

Wildre exchanged a look with Duncan and shifted slightly, so Devin was more blocked from view. The man, catching sight of the movement, locked onto Wildre and charged towards them. “You! You bastard, how dare you-” 

Devin would never know what he was going to say because at that moment, Wildre pulled out a gun he seemed to keep concealed, tucked away inside his jacket, and fired it, the bullet punching smoothly through the man’s skull, all in one smooth motion. 

Devin jerked back from the sudden spray of blood, not quite believing what they were seeing, a hand clasped over their mouth to keep from sobbing or screaming, they didn’t know which, as their gaze locked onto the growing pool of crimson only feet away.

As they were slowly lead away, brought into another room, one that looked like a typical boardroom, and placed in a chair sandwiched between Wildre and Duncan, their gaze remained far away, stuck on the way the man’s body had continued propelling himself forward for just another second before being unnaturally jerked backwards, the desperation and raw hatred in his eyes, and just one thought kept running throughout their head.

Why couldn’t Wildre have put that bullet in me?

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I wanna write more training pieces so here's my attempt at it and also making a new oc I simp for. great :D..... but also I'm calling out Tabea (@happy-whumper) damn right I'm pinging u xD bc Tabea also simps for her so uhh, yeah. XD

CW: overworked/over-trained / cursing /

“Right, left, duck. Right, left, du-.... well that wasn't a very good duck.” “Well, it was an attempt, since you called the duck late, about a second before you fucking hit me!” “Well, in a match you won't have any warning, so, get better.”

Asher rolled his eyes, “Whatever, this is stupid, you're a shit trainer.” “Watch your mouth,” Antonio warned. “Fuck off.”

Antonio quickly ripped off the training pads and punched Asher right across the face. Asher only stumbled back, making Antonio growl and tackle him to the ground. He landed punch after punch at Asher, watching as blood poured out from his nose. It still wasn't enough to get his anger out. “Hey, hey! Anto, lay off! Doesn't he have a match in a few days?!” Another trainer yelled as she looked up from her phone. “He does, and I have to make sure he doesn't lose,” Antonio growled. “Well, how does beating the mutt up help?”

Antonio took several breaths to calm himself down and punched Asher one last time before getting off of him, “I don't like when you're right, Sandra.” Sandra grinned and stood up, “That's what I'm here for!” She strolled over and knelt down beside Asher, cupping his cheek and turning his face towards her, “What's such a pretty mutt doing in a place like here?”

Asher just clenched his jaw, eyes studying her full sleeve tattoos on both arms, her left hand was more full and had tattoos crawling around her wrists and on her fingers. Antonio scoffed, “Don't let his looks fool you, he’s a fucking animal. Should be caged and locked up if you ask me, and stubborn as fuck. He's a nightmare to train, I've never had such a difficult dog to train.”

Asher chuckled, “You're welcome.” Sandra laughed, “Oh these are my favourite!!!” She smiled, excited. “Say, how about you take a break and I can train him myself, hm?” Antonio practically jumped at the suggestion, “Yes! Of course! Go ahead! Please!”

“Alright alright, calm the fuck down, I know you’ll miss me, babycakes,” Asker smirked with a wink. Antonio went to leap at Antonio but Sandra quickly held him back, “Woah woah there mister tough guy, break, now.”

Once Antonio left -slamming the door behind him of course- Sandra silently studied Asher for a moment and smiled, “You are pretty!” Asher scoffed, “Uhm… you already said that.” Sandra looked taken back for a moment, “Well, I'm sorry mister ‘you can't repeat shit’ police.” Asher's eyebrows furrowed, “That was a long description.” “Dude, are you seriously going to insult every sentence I say?” “No….. not unless you say something that an insult is necessary to.”

Sandra looked at him for a moment before clapping her hands, “Right! This is not an English class. Let's actually do the fighting bit.” Asher yawned before slowly getting up, wiping the blood from his upper lip but only for more blood to fall. “Come onnnnnnn, Mr Slowcoach, we don't have all day.”

“Oh, how rude of me, I should be all ‘yippeeeeee!! Wooohooo!!! I just love being treated as anything but human!!!’ Oh dear, how terrible of me, however could you forgive me I-” He was quickly backhanded across the face. “Okay listen, I'm not like Antonio. I know Anto is tough but gives up quick. But honey, I'm not like that,” She cooed, cupping Asher’s face and smearing the blood from his nose with her thumb.

Asher growled. He knew who Sandra reminded him of. That absolute psycho bitch, Alicia. He bared his teeth and Sandra laughed, “Awwww, do we have a tough wittle puppy,” Sandra spoke in a fake baby voice, “Oh look how scary! However, will I train such a scary puppy?!... Oh wait.”

She quickly kneed him in the stomach and kicked him backwards, “Look, I know you're going to try and be smart, give some comments and talk back, but I've dealt with worse than you. So there's no point. Now, get up off your ass and start practising your punches at that fucking punching bag before I rip all of your fingernails off.” As the sentence went on, Sandra grew louder, making Asher flinch.

He growled once more but slowly stood up and walked to the punching bag. He slowly raised his fist and threw a weak punch before turning back with a bored expression on his face, “My shoulder hurts,” He grumbled. Sandra sighed, stormed over and dug her fingernails in the back of his neck and he let out a cry, “Listen to me, you better throw the biggest punch at that bag before I show you how strong my punch is.”

Asher rolled his eyes, “What time is it?”

“Why?”

“What time is it?” “Why?” “Will you just fucking answer my question!?” “You answer mine first!”

Asher felt a sudden explosion in his chest and his breathing grew heavy. He quickly turned around and threw a punch at Sandra. Before the fist could connect with her face, Sandra quickly grabbed his wrist, spun him around and twisted his arm behind his back and twisted at an uncomfortable angle. Asher let out a cry. He couldn't dislocate his shoulder again.

“STOP!! I- I- I have a match! You're going to- fuck! PLEASE!!! STOP!” Just as tears began to fall, Sandra let go, “Not so full of shit now, are ya?” She grinned. Asher collapsed to the ground, gripping his shoulder, crying, “F-fuck you,” He whined.

“Now! Back to the punching bag, c’mon, you couldn't be physically any slower.” Asher couldn't force himself up. He was so tired and sore. And just all together sick of this place. He wanted to go home, he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Asher channelled his anger and put all he could in his punches, they were pretty hard. He even surprised himself with how strong he was punching. He let out a yell and threw combos of punches, he was angry. He hated this place. He hated it here. He hated her. He hated everyone. Everyone who made his life a living misery.

He couldn't stop now. He couldn't slow his attacks to the bag. “Alright, you can stop, I just wanted to see how strong you could punch.” Asher didn't listen, in fact, his punches almost sped up. Sweat started dripping down his fringe of curls, slowly rolling down his face.

“Asher.” Shut up! He thought to himself You wanted me to do this and now you want me to stop. JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP, “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT U-”

“Asher!”

The voice cut into his brain. It was Antonio. A sudden wave of nausea hit Asher and he collapsed to the ground. He overdid it. He was overworked. He was exhausted. He was hurting. He wanted to go home.

… home? No. no, he didn't call Rodger’s house ‘home’. He’d never do that!!! No! He just needed everything to stop spinning. Everything to not be so loud and bright. And that's when a wave of darkness hit him and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lay on the training room’s mat, hearing the very distant yelling of someone shouting at him to get up. And then. Then there was quietness. Silence. Peace.

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A Walk in the Park

Wow, I'm actually doing a follow up piece? Yuppp :D

CW: talking of breaking a pet / dunking head into water / thats rlly it i fink, just tell me if i missed somefingk! :D

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It was cold outside. Asher felt the cold breeze brush against his face as he stepped outside the door. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, studying the dark grey clouds above him. He hadn't been outside since… he couldn't remember, it had been so long ago.

Rodger gently pushed him forwards by his shoulders and the pair of them started walking. Rodger had a firm hold on Asher’s waist, ensuring he couldn't get away. “Now, I expect that you have more sense than to even consider asking anyone for help, hm?” Asher was too busy taking in the place around him to even register what Rodger was saying.

The sky was clear blue and there were no clouds. The sun shone brightly and he heard a family of birds tweeting in a tree nearby. “Asher.” His head snapped over to face Rodger. “Did you hear me?” Asher bit his lip, “Erm, no.” Rodger sighed dramatically and linked his arm with Asher’s, forcing them both to walk, “Just don't even think about trying to ask for help because I will kill you right there and then, got it?”

“Mhmm.” Rodger was half pissed at how Asher wasn't scared but he continued to walk. The town’s village wasn't far away. It took them ten minutes for them to walk there. This confused Asher since Rodger’s house looked like it was in the middle of nowhere and even Rodger had said that, but maybe it was so Asher wouldn't run away. As they reached the gates to the park, Rodger smoothed down Asher’s coat -which he had forced on him- and brought Asher close to him, “Don't try anything stupid, lets enjoy this day together, okay?”

Asher nodded and they both entered the park. There was a grass area which was surrounded by a stone path on either side. They took the path to the right and started walking, arms linked. “Why are you doing this?” Rodger looked at Asher, “Doing what?”

“This, being nice to me. Also, not to mention, not making fun of me for how I acted back there.” Rodger cracked his neck and studied the trees around them both. “Have you ever heard of zoochosis.” Asher thought for a moment and shook his head. Rodger closed his eyes and sighed, “Of course you haven't. Alright, it's what animals in zoos can get when they are locked up for a long time and they start acting crazy.”

Asher glared at Rodger, “Are you seriously comparing me to animals right now?”

“Are you seriously just realizing that now?”

Asher’s eyebrows furrowed and he sulked. “Anyway, I realised you haven't gotten any sort of freedom which most owners don't believe in so you better count yourself lucky that I brought you out here.”

“I-I am.” Rodger looked at him again, shocked, “Asher, what's going on with you?” Asher looked at him, “What do you mean?” Then it hit Rodger, was Asher breaking? How come he didn't feel as joyed as he wanted to?

“No, it- it doesn't matter.”

Asher set his jaw, “So, are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” “Tell me what you work as.”

Rodger chuckled, “Wow, I never thought you'd ask.” Asher sighed, realising how he could regret asking. “I work with WRU.” Asher looked at him quickly, “Like Aiden,” he spoke, barely above a whisper. Rodger smirked, “Like Aiden. But I work with the files and the sorting.”

“Fun,” Asher sighed sarcastically, earning him a thump to the side. Asher had to hide his yelp before he got any stares.

“See, I knew I shouldn't’ve told you, you're too fucking immature.” Asher made a sour face that made Rodger almost chuckle, “Oh jeez, I’m sooo sorry that I don't support you with your job of kidnapping and torturing human beings, how terribly rude of me,” Asher spat. Rodger licked his teeth, “Asher, you're on thin fucking ice right now, I swear to god. I brought you out on a nice walk and I even told you part of my personal life, and now I get this from you?!”

“Rodger, you are so fucking dumb and stuck up. Stop saying ‘oh my goodness, poor me, everyone feel sorry for me because my daddy didn't get me a broken pet!’ Its so fucking stupid and I hate it and i hate you and i hate e-”

Rodger quickly shoved Asher to the side, making him stumble and fall to his knees. “What the hell are you doing?!” Rodger ignored him, tightly gripping on Asher’s hair and dragging him towards the side of the lake. Tall grass covered them from the public’s eye and Rodger took advantage of it.

He brought Asher’s head close to the mossy lake. “Fuck! Let go of me! Thats fucking gross Rodger!” “Yeah? Well, you shoulda thought about that before you decided to run that mouth of yours, now, take back what you said!”

“Never! I spoke the truth and you knew it! I-”

He was cut off as Rodger quickly yanked Asher’s head forward and it submerged under the water. Air bubbles quickly flew to the surface of the lake as Asher yelled god knows what into the water.

Rodger quickly popped his own head up to look over the grass, ensuring there weren't many around. There wasn't. Only the occasional people passed by but most of them wore earphones or were too caught up in their thoughts to pay any attention to what was happening near them.

Rodger pulled on Asher’s hair, bringing the sputtering boy’s head up for seconds of air. “R-Rodger please I-”

“Take it back.” Asher felt a shiver run down his spine at Rodger’s sinister tone. “N-no! You-” Rodger rolled his eyes and submerged the boy’s head back under the water.

He took in the world around him, the way the sun reflected off of the lake, giving it a glistening effect. Ducks and swans peacefully glided on the water on the far side.-

He was cut off from his thoughts when hand suddenly flew up to his face, blindly attacking him. Rodger growled, taking the two scrawny wrists with his free hand and pulled the boy back up.

“Its really simple Asher, take back what you fucking said, I can do this all day.”

“Just- jus’ give me a- a fuckin’ second,” Asher panted.

Rodger simply didn't allow this and went to dunk Asher’s head again but stopped. “N-no no!! Wait! I take i- it back!!! Fuckin’ hell I take it back. Plea- n’more.” Rodger slowly smirked and pulled Asher gently towards him. He bridal carried him over to a free spot of grass and rested his back against a tree. He brought the half conscious boy’s head over to his chest and let the boy rest against him.

“Thank you.” Asher whispered, before slowly closing his eyes and lightly snoring. Rodger chuckled cruelly as his boy broke in front of him. He found one of his many weaknesses.

The trees above the two provided them shade but the sun slightly shone through some of the leaves, drying Asher’s hair. A sudden breeze of cold air was what woke Asher up. He sat up quickly and started coughing as he tried to speak.

Rodger laughed at him and ruffled his hair, “Well good morning sunshine!” Asher groaned and rubbed his throat. Then he shivered, soon being met by Rodger’s arm snaking over his shoulders. Asher leaned into the touch, he was tired, he allowed himself to do it but only for today.

People passed by them. Some couples passed, holding hands. Families strolled by. Asher zoned out, listening and trying to make sense of some people’s conversations. He wanted to know what people these days spoke about.

Rodger sat up and stretched. He then offered his hand out to Asher which was ignored. Asher simply pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes while yawning. Apart from nearly being drowned to death, he felt better. Maybe it was the fresh air, maybe it was seeing other people, normal people. He didn't care, what really mattered was that the weight and fog from his brain was slowly leaving.

It would take a long time for it to leave, but he’ll wait. He always will.

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Okay, here we go!

Every single piece that @whumpzone has ever written for her Tomas and Rowe story. Also, I think that everyone knows by now that I adore the Pet! Kasia AU. Cerys is seriously talented.

@haro-whumps and their group whumpees own my entire heart. Especially Evan because he’s babie.

@whump-me-all-night-long and everything she’s ever written. The Scoop Of A Lifetime, Charleigh’s Doll, The Jewelry Box, and all of her amazing prompts.

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