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Ainte you a fain peisuv ass boy

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A Little Birdy

Lil late night thang with Maggie and Penny. I haven't shared much regarding these characters here (Though I will in the future) but I figured better post something now than never.

CONTENT WARNING: Lady whump, pet names, creepy whumper, laceration/cutting, threats, foul/degrading language.

Penny buttoned up her nightgown, letting out an exhausted sigh. She could sleep, finally. She felt as if she hadn’t for years. It would end, at last. She could cry, laugh, pinch herself to see if she was dreaming again. That sick fuck’d be dead by dawn, she knew it. 

A creak. She looked up, and her stomach twisted into knots.

A lazy trail of smoke, reeking of sickly sweet lavender, led back to a figure leaning against the doorframe. Margaret Wright, a coworker. A ‘friend’. Her, the bastard sonuvabitch. Oh god, Penny didn’t want to see her, not now.

“Ello Pens.” Maggie crooned. “Felt the need to pop in. How do you do?”

“Maggie, it’s a wee bit late, don’t you think?” Penny squeaked. Her heart hammered against her chest. “M-Maybe we could talk in the morning. Yes, that would be quite nice, let’s leave it till then.”

“Hm, no. I’d like to have a yarn, Pens. It’s urgent, I’m afraid.”

The smoking woman crept closer to Penny, eyeing her up like a wolf to a rabbit. She reeked of tobacco and alcohol. “A little bird told me that the other butlers ain’t too fond of me. S’at right, Pens?”

“Not too fond? Oh, dear, I’m r–really not sure, Maggie! I couldn’t say!” Penny giggled nervously. “Perhaps we should ask them tomorrow. W-we could clear things up in the morning, yes, w–with sharper minds not sullied with the day’s concerns.”

“Oh, Pens.” Maggie shook her head, her eyes narrowed into a prying leer. “I don’t like it when you lie to me. You’re not very good at it, either. You titter and shiver like a little gerbil.” She slunk closer, and Penny let out a short yelp, stumbling back.

“Oh, Maggie, y–you know just as I do that those other butlers aren’t terribly keen on me either. Anything you suspect, I assure you it’s simply a misunderstandin’. B–But perhaps, perhaps lets– Let’s–”

“I have heard murmurs of conspiracy. I have a whole operation going, and someone’s got a problem with it. Do you not appreciate what I’ve done for you, Pens?”

“No! No, no, I-I am very appreciative of you M-Maggie. You– You’re so good to me. I would never—”

Penny felt something sharp press against her cheek. She paled, her body tensing up. “I feel under-appreciated. I don’t think you realize the sacrifices I’ve made for you. I could have fared fine without dragging your ass along…” 

“Maggie– Maggie, please, let’s not do anything rash–”

“...You ain’t changed since school-days, girl.” Maggie drawled, dragging the blade across Penny’s cheek. Pain shot through her and the cut welled up with deep red sanguine. “Still the same sniveling little cunt you always were.”

Penny’s voice quavered. “Please, please, Maggie stop–”

“But worse yet. You listened to me before.” The blade pressed down, digging under her skin, “Now you don’t. You got bold,” Penny whimpered in pain, “I should put you in your place, shouldn’t I?”

“No, no no, please–”

“Why not? You ain’t making any cases for yourself, love. I have every reason to. I’ll beat the little traitor out of you.”

That was the last straw on the camel's back. Penny broke, erupting into sobs as tears ran down her cheeks. “I– I’m sorry! T-they wanted– They wanted to get rid of you, they think you’re a crook, Maggie, they were gonna kill you tomorrow. I–I told them, I told them they were making a mistake, but– but– Please, please forgive me, I’m so sorry!”

Maggie gave a sly smile, her stomach tingling with satisfaction. Penny only told her what she’d already known, but the girl’s pathetic simpering had Maggie salivating. 

“Good girl.” She lowered the knife, “I knew you’d come ‘round.”

Penny gasped for breath, sniffling and whimpering into her hand. 

“Now, then.” Maggie wiped the knife clean, “Let’s settle this little mutiny.”

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Drawing of my new OC, an adopt designed by @blackberry-ink :-D

Currently unnamed, but I’m thinking something either stating with A, or plant related. 30, female, strong but gentle observer type, I liked blueberry-ink’s idea of the hat belonging to a girlfriend, but I also like making my characters suffer, so her lover is dead and the hat’s to remember her. She was raised in Gane’s vast countryside farming district & is a Country Girl at heart, but moved to the capital city after her wife died (and other reasons potentially). She now works as one of the many concierges of the Royal palace after four years of the butler academy.

(added some freckles and moles + adjusted her clothes ever so slightly while keeping the base idea so it’s accurate to the setting and role/backstory!)

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New OC. Sexy fighter/dancer guy who’s good with swords. Haven’t named him yet. I really wanted to make a femboy character with baroque makeup.

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Margaret Wright — Original Character Profile #1

WARNING FOR - Violence, mentions of sex, war crimes, xenophobia (brief), Emotional, physical and psychological manipulation/sadism/abuse (most are brief mentions, but just in case :])

Summary: Margaret Diane Wright, or Maggie as she is simply called, is one of the main antagonistic characters in my OC story. She is a dual figure - she lives a double life of high society and crime, though those lines, as they so often are with other aristocrats in Gane, are blurred. On one side she is friendly, witty and personable, and on the other she is sadistic, perverted and egomaniacal.

Basics:

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Height: 5’9

Complexion: Very pale.

Hair: Black, with silvery streaks. Eyes: Mahogany

Build: Gaunt, lithe and wiry.

Detailed Phys. Description:

Maggie has a very striking appearance. She is thin and bony, with large, half-lidded eyes. Her gaze is intense, and can make people uncomfortable, stuck in a permanent, piercing leer. Clothes-wise, Maggie retains a well groomed, elegant appearance. She is very aesthetically inclined, as her appearance must play a part with her charisma to help with the illusion of friendliness. It’s stylish and smart, yet her attire is not over the top. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail for practicality, and has not styled her hair since girlhood.

Non-Visual

Her voice can best be described as a low croon. She does not speak too quietly nor too loudly, and speaks with a lilt that is often entrancing. This is aided by her accent, that which characterizes her upbringing in the Ganish countryside - it resembles a mix of Cockney and Cajun. Despite her sophisticated, mellifluous voice, she laughs - or more, giggles - like a little kid. She has a slight smoker’s voice, as she owns a pipe which she uses frequently for tobacco or mild substances.

Maggie has a very particular way of speaking, often putting on a more sophisticated cadence around aristocrats over her usual way of speaking. She mixes somewhat childish slang in with the more high brow way of speaking characteristic of the wealthy. It’s quite uncomfortable to listen to - imagine someone talking about the economy crashing and then randomly saying it’s ‘real stinky-winky’

Personality Maggie’s personality is a slew of contradictions. She wears a façade of politeness and graciousness when interacting with those she intends to manipulate, concealing her true nature. However, beneath this mask lies a highly dangerous, ruthless, and conniving individual who stops at nothing to achieve her goals. She is physically, emotionally and psychologically sadistic - she ‘gets ‘er jollies off’ at other people suffering, whether it be pain, distress or discomfort. She’s a schadenfreude (I hope I used that right). Often she may make off-hand, completely inappropriate comments to make people on edge, because she likes to provoke people (and she’s also a weird pervert). Whether this may be unwarranted lewd comments, backhanded compliments, intentional insensitivity (lmao ur grandma died) or straight up xenophobia/bigotry, she’ll do it if she finds someone boring or annoying and wants to ‘spice up’ the conversation, with little regard to anyone else.

She does not really view other people as, well, people. She thinks they’re toys or obstacles, completely unable, or unwilling, to acknowledge how her actions affect others. She thinks life is a game, and she pursues her own needs above all else.

This, of course, is when the polite facade drops. Her real self may slip through when talking to those she intends to trick, but for all many know, she’s a friendly, upbeat person to be around.

Around adversaries, however, she exudes an aura of coldness and menace, and her mere presence can evoke an intense feeling of threat. When things don't go as planned, Maggie is prone to sudden fits of anger, which can escalate into acts of violence against anyone unfortunate enough to have crossed her.

She is, in fact, a diehard Ganish patriot, particularly so as she’s a veteran of the Scarlet War. She also collects harpoon guns, which she treats with more affection and doting than any living creature in her life.

She is also an incel/femcel, very much having a ‘nice girl’ complex. If she existed in this world today she would be a 4chan regular.

Biography:

Margaret Wright was born into a wealthy family in the Ganish countryside, raised on a sprawling estate. Her father, Wayne Wright, was the retired owner of a weapons manufacturing company, while her mother, Justice Wright, was a disgraced doctor seeking to regain her standing with the Healer’s Guild. Maggie enjoyed a privileged childhood, showered with love and gifts from her wealthy parents as a youngster, though she was not particularly demanding.

Maggie's sadistic tendencies began to manifest at an early age. She engaged in cruel acts against small animals, such as killing rats with hammers, and later escalated to tormenting her schoolmates. One such being a young girl named Penny O’Laughlin. Penny was an academic girl, though insecure and shy. Maggie ‘befriended’ her, though really, she tormented her for years. Not just bullied her like other kids, no, she straight up used her as a verbal and physical punching bag, which would traumatize Penny for years, practically ruining her life. Maggie was like a female Souichi from Junji Ito, except not an outcast and with the favor of the adults in her life.

Astonishingly, her parents not only permitted her sadism but actively encouraged it, believing they could use her deviant behavior for Justice's research on child development. They also had very rigid and warped beliefs on Ganish traditions, and believed Maggie was showing normal signs of a Good Patriotic Child.

As Maggie grew older, her parents' interest in her waned. Her father was an alcoholic, wrought with paranoia as he feared he would be killed for Blood Inheritance. Maggie had a better relationship with him than her mother, however, and Wayne Wright taught her various firearms skills as they planned to send her to military school. Her mother focused on her research, emotionally distant and cold toward her daughter. Her parents' increasing coldness and disinterest pushed Maggie toward frustration and hatred.

In her teenage years, she drifted into a life of petty crime and delinquency, a path that brought her more joy than her peers who joined her. While her friends did it for excitement and rebelliousness, Maggie planned the whole schtick out in meticulous detail, taking it very seriously. Her wealthy background shielded her from serious consequences while her friends got the grunt of it. At sixteen, Maggie's frustration with her parents boiled over, leading to a crime of passion - she shot her mother in the stomach and fled, escaping onto a train to the main city of Gane. The bullet ultimately caused her mother's death from sepsis, and her father got the blame for it due to his increasingly erratic behaviour.

Maggie got a job at various small businesses, living under the care of a haggard old butcher called Mervy Glunch. She retained her taste for misbehavior and a penchant for violence, however, and Maggie got involved with a criminal crowd. Her actions and aggression escalated, which got her fired and evicted by Mr. Glunch. Luckily (well, no, not really) she was approached by a military recruiter, landing her in the military during the Scarlet War at age 20.

She LOVED it, unlike her rather miserable comrades. She loved the thrill of war, the violence, the patriotism, the guns and the prestige. Power and blood, a cocktail made just for her. She would forever look back on it with fondness, considering her “service” the peak of her life. Her extreme sadism and disobedience toward superiors led to her discharge, but her violent tendencies continued.

In the following years, Maggie endured depression and a sense of purposelessness. She had been kicked off the high of war, and felt empty. She lived in a shabby apartment in the ghettos, developing a drinking habit much like her father and starting her smoking habit also. She engaged in various jobs before rising through the ranks of various service jobs, where she used her charm to cater to wealthy, elderly clients. Much like Ciaccolata from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, she would torment and then kill the elderly people under her care, knowing they were helpless due to their frailty and senility.

Despite this, she was somewhat good at her job (and covering up the murders) — good enough to land her a place at the royal Butler’s Academy. She underwent rigorous training to join the elite butlers destined to serve at the grand Ganish palace.

She graduated, and her life took an intriguing turn as she became a personal butler for the royal family. She in fact became a valet for Prince Louis III.

Eventually they developed an affair, though Maggie only saw Louis as a tool and a sex object. Using her influence over Prince Louis III, Maggie could pull strings in the aristocracy and gain influence quickly. Her charisma wooed the wealthy, making her quite popular - and while she was still technically a butler and systematically inferior to them, she was elevated to aristocratic status by every other account. Maggie's relationship with the royal family remains precarious, marked by secrecy and controversy. The aristocrats go crazy for a scandal — Though they remain oblivious to Maggie’s true, sadistic self.

Maggie’s life in crime really kicks off with this newfound influence. She becomes a middle man, working for the kingpin Lady Jane’s Drooz drug empire. Drooz is a drug manufactured from hormones in the blood, but is highly unethical to produce. That’s no matter — Maggie’s pals with a quack doctor and a chemist, Dr Eustace Crawford and Dr Esther Crawford. There, she distributes the product to wealthy aristocratic clients, splitting the shares with Jane — Though their relationship is tumultuous, as Jane finds Maggie rather repulsive.

Trivia

Maggie has a lecherous and creepy side, especially toward men she finds attractive. She collects erotic magazines and photos.

She has a deep affinity for guns and often fantasizes about her military days. Her shelf is stacked with every model of a handheld harpoon known to man.

Maggie's favorite color is periwinkle. She also quite likes purple.

She calls Prince Louis "pet" and “Louie” as affectionate nicknames.

She holds xenophobic views thanks to her obnoxiously patriotic parents and also the fact she’s. Well. A war criminal

Sunflower seeds are her favorite snack, and absinthe is her drink of choice. She's a heavy smoker, using fragrance to mask the smell of tobacco wafting off of her. She smokes through an elongated pipe which resembles a kiseru.

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Prince Louis *gnaws on him like a piece of gristle*

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Ganish class heirarchy

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INTRODUCTION V.2

New intro post. This is a blog for my general creative endeavors, whump, and the like. I’ll post about my OCs and worldbuilding here, as well as how to utilize that worldbuilding to make my OCs have awful lives.

I don’t always tag stuff. If you’re triggered by violence, abuse, SA/rape (<- i talk about it sparingly, but don’t post anything terribly explicit), classism and the like, viewer discretion advised.

Stuff I Will Read/Write:

Ladywhump

Creepy Whumper

Royal Whump

Fem On Fem whump and Fem Whumper Male whumpee

WB (worldbuilding) heavy whump

…..and Epic Lesbianism Activities

I like making morally questionable to downright awful women characters.

Check out my commission post if you’d like to order an art piece from me!

Notes about My Stuff: I have multiple worlds that I post about. My main one is Carbonundrum, a neo-victorian fantasy world/comic/novel/canonic universe which takes place on a fictional continent called Pernekes in a fictional world (called The World). As of current, most of it takes place in one of its nations, Gane. The tag for that is #carbonundrumcomic or #carbochars.

CHARACTER PROFILES:

WRITING:

A Little Birdy (645 words)

I also have an Unnamed Fantasy Setting, which I occasionally work on. It currently doesn’t have a tag, but once I come up with a title I will edit this post with that and the tag.

CHARACTER PROFILES:

WRITING:

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