#i wanted to write more of pseudo’s thoughts and make this grosser but i didn’t want it to be too long

[jaeyleo]

"kicked" or "cower" with canon henrik? :D 🔪

tws: emesis, blood, torture, brief mentions of animal death, dehumanization.

this is pseudo’s pov!

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Henrik is strung up in the middle of the room, arms stretched above his head to a chain on the ceiling. His tip toes keep him from falling, putting all his weight on his shoulders.

Shirtless, muzzled, and sweating. Henrik glares at me, at the camera, and at the audience.

It’s already entertaining, and the stream has only just started.

“I want him to be whipped like you said before,” I say, reciting the words I see on the livestream. They’ve donated 500 krone.

Cheap. “I’ll be generous, two lashes for you, uh.....” — I look closer at the screen, squinting my eyes. — “Poppyseed.”

While I collect my cat o’ nine tails, I hear the donation chime.

“Twelve lashes. Blades attached to the ends.”

10,000 krone has been donated, by another user.

Oh, Skies. Who knew humans could be so disgusting? Well, I knew. Obviously. I almost envy Henrik, though. How curious to be in his position. What would they do to me?

“There we go! That’s much better.”

I turn to Henrik, a wide smile across my face. It’s real this time, but he can’t see it with the mask I wear. Still my eyes crinkle, and if Henrik wasn’t muzzled, I know he’d spit at me. Swear at the people watching. Now all he can do is growl, glare, think nasty, bad bad things! It’s cute, Puppy.

I approach him with the cat o’ nine in hand, something he hasn’t been exposed to before. My fingers shake from the anticipation, will the first lash make him scream, or the seventh? Will he bite down in that muzzle? Would he beg if he wasn’t wearing it?

No, no, I’m getting too excited. Those are Pink’s traits. I have to work harder to break my Puppy.

Usually I’d hit his back, but I want to see his face for the first lash. I reel my arm back, whipping Henrik’s abdomen with the cat o’ nine. His eyes close tight and he hollers, but it’s soon bit back to growls and pants.

Thirteen more lashes hit his body. A few more on his tummy, his chest, but I turn him round and begin on his back on the fourth lash.

His screams make it worth while not to see his face. I was right. It was the seventh.

Turning him around, there are tears falling from his eyes. He’s too in pain to think about them, too angry, too hurt, so I get to relish all of them. My watchers get to relish all of them.

I take a step forward, moving the whip as if I were to hit him once more.

He hides his face, and whimpers. An instinct reaction I know he regrets as soon as it happens.

The pure, unadulterated joy that comes from my chest. Oh Puppy. Oh, Puppy! Is that red in your face embarrassment or pain? Is that flutter in your chest fear or anger?

I feel a little high, really. It’s not hard to please me, not hard to make me smile when you’re bleeding like a rat who got stuck between a train and the train tracks. A rare sight to see from Henrik is a cower, and I can feel the energy from the livestream feeling just the same as I do. It’s electrifying.

I want more. The feeling was here but it’s already vanishing.

I lash him once more, just to hear him scream. Then I raise my shoe and kick him, hard, in the same places I whipped his stomach.

He’s lost his breath. Henrik gags, and soon after, theres vomit dripping from the muzzle.

I chuckle at him. What a pitiful mess I’ve made this man. It’s a good accomplishment on my part, but he still isn’t broken yet.

The donation chimes again. “Please wipe his face. Please take the muzzle off,” paired with 15 krone, from a user named Firefly.

A smile creeps onto my lips. I wonder if my eyes give it away. “I’ll tell you what, Firefly,” I sink closer to the screen, staring straight into the camera. I know exactly who I’m looking at. “I’ll take it off just to wipe his face, let him breathe, but it goes right back on. Puppy needs it.”

I turn back to see Henrik shaking, glaring at me with ice in his eyes. Oh, if looks could kill...

He vomits again, and I smile as I gather my supplies.

[moviegroovies]

been a hot minute but i was going through my lost boys notebook from the summer and i found a list of davidmichael scenarios that i can’t stop fuckin thinking about So:

obviously the classic is any scenario where michael doesn’t/can’t kill david, and they live together with the lost boys (+star? and laddie???) as vampires. 

i’m a slut for all that good good vamp content, plus, it opens the floor for many variations on the theme, obviously, but tl;dr: Vampire Boyfriends. i like the scenarios where the two of them are in love but michael also really does find some sort of home w/ the boys, like, really befriends them and feels safe there, too. that’s why the endgame for the fic i’m probs never gonna finish writing is lost boys + emersons + frog brothers + max family time. maybe i’m just super soft for the found family trope and i LOVE the concept of vampirism to facilitate that!

somehow this never occurred to me until i read a super good fic for the concept last night, but basically the opposite of the above: rather than david helping michael get accustomed to life as a vampire, something happens (probs around when max dies) and david reverts to being human, meaning that michael has to help him get the hang of living a life he left behind 80 years ago. 

technically, i’m pretty sure this isn’t how vampire mechanics work in the lost boys ‘verse (david wasn’t half, so he wouldn’t have reverted when max was killed), but the concept is god tier so who tf cares.

or how about something that’s almost strictly canonverse?? basically like, following the end of the movie, the lost boys are dead, the emersons regroup, and michael’s (surprise!) actually fucked up over killing four guys who had been friends to him. he never quite shakes the nocturnal nature he picked up during his time undead, but eventually it develops into full-blown insomnia. he doesn’t ever make any other friends in santa carla, instead going back to school bc lucy wants him to and studying his ass off even though he hates it & eventually going to medical school bc the one think he never shakes from those days is an attraction to blood... and david. 

who fucking haunts him. 

because he’s a ghost. 

basically, michael grows up but david never does and over the years his presence goes from threatening to comforting, and when michael eventually dies (idk of what exactly but not old age--i can see him lasting as long as about 40) there’s a hint of relief to it as he and david finally make it to the other side.

also basically canonverse would be a continuation on the comic series, which ended w/ david alive, even after the big bads of the week got staked. let’s say david escapes the wreckage of the cave and, being at full power from the ancient blood he’s now been injected with (presumably) twice, he stalks michael until he starts to lose it, and then turns him with that blood, giving him no choice but to live as a vampire with him.... see #1.

in a more anecdotal way, anything where david listens to michael’s still-human heartbeat and finds that some last vestige of humanity in him is really torn, bc the second that heartbeat stops, he’ll own michael, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to put out that pretty light. actually on second thought i’m 98% certain i ripped this from twilight.

also i have this one p*rn scenario where michael gets frustrated with the hickies he’s leaving on david healing too quickly to efficiently claim him and just ripping david’s fucking throat out to leave his mark. 

(nonfatally, bc vampires, and also bc jfc.)

i said davidmichael hades/persephone au, didn’t i? that FUCKS.

not quiiiite davidmichael but basically the canonverse doctor!michael thing except he meets a man named nelson during his residency and is convinced that it’s david, somehow, but eventually comes to accept that it’s not, david is dead, but nelson’s here and they can help each other.

for the uninitiated: that was a flatliners reference lmao

if you can’t tell i’m into semi-nasty blood drinking shit so i guess i’m into like... scenarios where new vamp!michael is really struggling with coping with his new life, hasn’t slept in weeks and even though they don’t technically need to, he’s still looking rough, so david. like. gently drains him to the point of unconsciousness, knowing that it won’t kill michael and that he’ll be okay, but also that it’s the only way michael will rest. is it gross if i say michael becoming really dependent on that? perversely looking forward to being nearly killed?

is it even grosser if i say somnophilia scenario w/ the above where michael’s only like half conscious at best with bloodloss but he’s so turned on that david jerks him off/sucks his dick/otherwise sends him to rest with a very pleasant goodnight?

not sure where this came from but scenario where michael pushing david onto the horns only knocked him out, but when max dies, david is reverted to human and his heart stops from the bloodloss (i’m definitely bullshitting the biology here), counting as michael’s first kill, which condemns him to life as a vampire. (or something. basically, post movie, mike’s a vampire and david is not.) david is resuscitated, as a human. he’s human and michael’s a vampire and they torture each other with it.

in general my most favorite scenario is just michael growing closer to david and david legitimately confiding in him and michael learning that david’s just a boy trying to wrangle a gang of criminals from the turn of the century who were never meant to stick together for more than a year or two into this pseudo-family that he doesn’t know what to do with, and like... realizing that he wants to help him (’:

jfc i’m Certain(tm) that there’s shit i’m missing but that’s it for now. fuuuuuuuuck.