#nudity mention /

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I went to a Walmart to participate in some sort of card game tournament. I was completely naked for some reason though no one seemed fazed by it. I won and everyone celebrated at a carnival in the parking lot.

[pileofpawns]

“Girls in Bikinis” by Poppy resonates with me (sapphic-oriented aroace) SO MUCH it’s unreal.

The line “they say take it off, I say keep it on” makes me feel so seen because it is mostly clothing that makes me find people attractive, and that includes underwear/swimsuits! To me, a clothed body will always be more attractive than a completely naked one for reasons that only the garlic bread gods know. It’s like. Girls in bikinis are pretty largely because of the bikinis, not because a bikini is closer to being nude than other clothes. [grips you by the shoulders] Do my ramblings about aesthetic attraction make any sense.

there’s a billion other things about this song that I adore but that’s all I have time for rn teehee

[whumpsoda]

WSFSP - M is for Memory

A third piece for this month’s event Alphabet of Whump by @alphabetofwhump! I really really like this one >:3

Masterlist

cw: memory loss/amnesia, nudity mention (non sexual), pet whumpee, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, past abuse, recovering whumpee

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Mutt whined, a croaking sound that churned in his gut. The rain was only getting harder, faster, stinging against the wood and seeping in through the cracks, icy droplets plopping across his reddened skin.

Every inch of him was cold to the touch, with not a single luxury of clothing to provide even the smallest of warmth. The grass below him was pooling with mud, sticky and tainting him as he was balled up in a cage much too tight.

He couldn’t remember exactly what he did to deserve it - the cold and the fear was getting to his head and jumbling his brain all up - but no matter how freezing he was, Mutt was still sure he did indeed deserve it. Even if his leg were not chained and bolted to the wood, he would not have made the attempt to escape his punishment.

Stupid mutts who can’t seem to follow simple directions get the dog house. I thought you would’ve learned that by now, but it seems you’re just too dumb.

Say it, Mutt. Say it until you’ve gotten it permanently burned into your thick skull.

“S- st- stupid…,” his teeth chattered faster than his mouth could handle, tripping around his words and turning them to mush, “m- mutts get- t- t the dog houssse.” The last bit was left slurred and slushy, melting around his tongue. “Stuu- pid-,”

Interrupted by a crashing scream of the sky a wail of his own spilled out, aching in his chill throat. His knees dipped further into his chest, spine tapping the ceiling of his enclosure. It seemed even the outside was eager to discipline him.

Another flash of lightning, cracking close. Fat globs of tears mixed in with the rain, drooling down his cheeks.

Waking up, everything was a blur of darkness. Something flashed, just a swift flicker of light, as his eyesight worked desperately to adjust. Heavy breathing in his ears was found to be coming from his own lungs, quick with disorientation and panic.

It all died down to near silence once the still, blue room settled into sight, save for the creak of the walls and the continuous tapping on the roof. The dresser, the closet, the window, the bunk bed, his stuffed animal, all of it was there. So was Wesley, the only indication of his presence above him being the smallest shift in his sleeping position.

Even through his drowsy haze, the mere fact that Wesley was still nicely sound asleep allowed an easiness to wash through him.

Whatever woke Mutt, - that wasn’t right, but stupid mutts get the dog house - a booming roar rolling over clouds and through the sky, was loud and reverberating in his ears. The noise was terrifyingly familiar, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of the rain soaked window, he was sure what it was.

Making his way down the green soaked hallway, through the darkness he stumbled over his own feet and the blanket draped around his shoulders. Mutt hissed a whimper, curling in on himself as the thunder sounded once more, a chill shaking up his spine.

Stopping, holding himself steady with the wall, he wound his eyelids tight, as if that would block out the bitter noise.

Stupid mutts get the dog house.

Still too tired to clearly think, he didn’t know exactly why he left the room, where exactly he was going, until he got there. Their door was shut, the silence of slumber loud and clear, but he turned the nob anyway.

“Uh. I-,” he blanked, licking his cool lips. He stood at the foot if their bed, a surge of a dizzy daze tugging at the back of his brain. What was he doing? “I’m sorry.”

Oscar groaned at that, weak with confusion as he flipped over in his spot, struggling to locate his glasses on the dresser beside him.

Edith shuffled around in the bed, tied around in blankets, squinting through a wave of drowning drowsiness and an unlit room. “Who…? Graham, dear?” She mumbled, cocking her head.

Yes. That was his name now. Graham. “Y- yeah, yeah.” Giving the slightest of a nod, he directed his gaze to the floor.

“Who’s it…?” Oscar mumbled, face stuffed into the side of his pillow.

Too focused on Graham to answer her husband, Edith propped up her pillow and slumped back against it. “Did… did the rain wake you up?”

“Um, mhm, yes. Edith.” The name came out awkward and unfamiliar. He hoped she wouldn’t notice and get upset with him more than he guessed she already was - he’d clearly been struggling as of late not to call her by any sort title.

She motioned for him, waving him forward as she pulled the covers up to her lap. “You can come over here, sit on the bed if you like.”

Graham took a few slinking steps, shoulders hunched. Furniture was still… new. Uncomfortable. Wrong. Clenching his fist over his blanket, he sipped in a breath before neatly falling to his knees. She looked a bit dissatisfied with that, but didn’t say anything.

“Graham…? What’re you doing here?” Oscar said, finally sitting up beside his wife as he adjusted his glasses over his nose.

“The storm woke him.” Edith whispered, trailing her hand down his arm. Graham couldn’t help but let a little spike of jealousy grip him at that. “I take it you aren’t very fond of storms, are you?”

Timidly, he shook his head.

She smiled, a source of calm and peace that caved over the ache in his chest as her eyes glittered in the sliver of light from the doorway. He was inexplicably fond of her smile, but at the same time it knotted this little throb in his head. “Well, that’s just fine. If you’d feel more comfortable you can sit in here for a while, or I can bring in your mattress so you can sleep on the floor.”

It’s alright bud, you can snuggle up with me and momma. We’ll keep you safe and sound.

The pain got worse then, the little glitter in her eye was someone else’s, which of course didn’t really make any sense at all and he let his expression twist.

“Whatever you need, kid.”

Anything for you, sweetheart.

“I- just…,” Graham blinked, once, twice, head only deepening in heaviness with each. The shapes around him were fuzzing, contorting with white and he couldn’t tell why, he only knew it wasn’t supposed to do that and something was wrong-

“Woah there-!” She reached down as he smacked himself upside the head, and he jerked back from her. “Please- please don’t do that.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry-,” choking on his words and the lump winding over them, he did his best - which never did seem to be enough - to stifle a sour sob. His ears were filling with stuffed cotton, a little ringing rising from the depths. He said something next that he wouldn’t remember after, too overcome by the blinding of white. “I’m so sorry, mommy.”

“Oh, honey.” She cooed, holding her arms out for him to collapse into. He didn’t have the mind to think about what he was doing, how terribly out of place he was, and in the moment could only focus on Edith’s radiating warmth.

“Hey, there,” The couple guided him between them in the bed, Oscar pressing a hand to his back as he sniffled and cried. “Let it all out.”

Graham didn’t really understand why he was crying, what - or who - he was crying for, but the strain in his belly, the tremble of his hands, and the tense in his chest surely did.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She said, reassuring him, but at the same time he was so sure of the opposite.

Soon enough Edith was wiping his tears away with a soft tissue plush between her fingers, and Oscar was allowing him to rest his pounding head atop his shoulder. Slumber clawed at him and his fluttering, reddened eyes, but some part of him refused to drift off just yet, to relish in the heat of the moment.

“Doing better now?” Oscar rubbed circles into his shoulder blade, a motion that he couldn’t pry his focus from.

“Yes’r…” he mumbled, soft and faint, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

Everything he touched had been poisoned by his dirtiness. Yet, they still touched him, allowing him to sit between them two - on their bed even - tucking their blankets up and over his tummy.

Warm. It was so warm. Not only physically, but emotionally.

The following strike of rolling thunder to come wasn’t welcomed, but no longer was he cold and alone when it happened.

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Masterlist

Taglist - @softvampirewhump @ivymyers @taterswhump @octopus-reactivated @tippytappytyping

@distracted-obsessions @starfields08000 @bitchaknso @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @scoundrelwithboba

@whumped-by-glitter @whumpering-heights @arlin-always-writing @bilightningwhumper @sharkyydoesnothing

If anyone wants to be removed or added to the taglist, please let me know! :)

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

DM: Paultin, a naked man-

Evelyn: As usual

Paultin: Do I give off a vibe? I feel like there's a pattern

[shentheauthor]

NINE SOLS SPOILERS!!!

Since Ji seems to not be wearing anything under their dress(?), and they hover above Yi in their boss fight, then poor Yi just gets flashed that entire fight

[gbee-writes]

Amours Deception

Chapter One

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Henchman stood in line with the others, chest heaving as sweat practically poured off of her. The training day had been grueling and long but that was nothing new. Most days were, though they were more rewarding that way. Even so, she was still dying for it to end so that she could hit the showers.

"Well, I'd say that was an acceptable show of skill today," Villain strutted in front of them like an illustrious peacock. His ego was more grating than usual in that moment. "For most of you."

She grit her teeth as he made direct eye contact with her. Henchman would tear his arms off and beat him with them if she could.

His eyes moved away, "You are all dismissed; be here tomorrow at five am sharp for the heist. Anyone lagging behind will be used for next week's target practice."

As her coworkers filed out she felt a hand on her arm. Against her exhaustion, and desire for the showers, she turned around to face Villain. He waited until the door shut before pulling her into him. Henchman wasn't in the mood for his antics but she let him pepper her face with kisses anyway, reluctance clear in her stiff posture.

"Oh come now, don't be like this!"

"I don't want to deal with you tonight Villain."

"Why is my favorite henchie being so cold? Was it the extra laps?" His light tone only further raked against her broiling nerves.

Henchman yanked back as he went in to kiss her lips. "Don't. Don't mock me like this."

Villain stared incredulously at her a moment before shoving her away with a disgusted grunt. She stumbled slightly, not expecting the shift in weight. "Mock you? Since when have I mocked you?"

"Since we started-!" Henchman gestured wildly. "-whatever this is!"

"If you think me showing you affection is mockery that's not my fault. I thought you would like being treated nice after a hard day." His soft brown eyes burned with fury.

"You mean after you insult me in front of my peers? Embarrass me and then make out as you please? Yes, I love the mixed messages that sends. They make me feel very liked and not at all confused!"

Villain's shoulders bunched up, face twitching as his anger threatened to break out violently. "Well if you would apply yourself in training I wouldn't need to embarrass you any more than you embarrass yourself!"

Every ounce of blazing rage extinguished in a moment. Henchman turned and yanked the door open. "I'm taking my shower and going home. Have a nice night."

The door shut on his sputtered response.

Her fellow henchmen were starting to file out as she made her way to the locker rooms. A few of them whispered well wishes, assuming Villain had held her back to chew her out.

How she wanted that to be the truth. It would be better then dealing with a sickening pool of emotions Villain stirred in her gut.

A haze filled her mind as she stripped from her training clothes, grabbing her soap and hair products from her locker before going to the shower farthest from the door. The hot water pulled her out of it just enough to notice one of the newest recruits staring at her.

"What?"

The girl, Marcy was her name, gave her a wavering smile. "I think you did great today. I couldn't take down any of my opponents."

She remembered. The poor girl had been bodied in less than a minute three rounds in a row. She managed five minutes at one point but it was clear she wasn't a very physical kind of person.

And Villain hadn't gotten after her once.

Bile burned Henchman's and she let out a hollow laugh. "Takes practice. You'll be breaking bones soon enough."

"Probably not," Marcy shut off her shower. "I think I'm going to get a transfer. I don't like all the physical stuff. Not good at it either. You are though!"

Henchman sighed a bit. "Not how Villain sees it."

"Well he's stupid not to." Henchman turned to look at Marcy again. Her auburn hair was plastered to her face but when they were training the short locks had constantly swished in front of her eyes. Probably one reason for the lack of skill actually.

Her eyes were an oddly distracting green, earnest and so painfully trusting. Henchman ignored the squirm in her guts as Marcy blinked innocently at her.

She let out another sigh. "Tell you what, I can give you some extra lessons. Maybe wait a few weeks before you decide you're no good for this part of the job?"

"Really? Oh, thank you!" Marcy seemed to forget they were both in a vulnerable sort of state, rushing forwards to give Henchman a hug. She quickly pulled back with blush going up to her ears. "I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking! I'm just-...Maybe I should-...I need to head home. But thank you for the offer!"

Henchman watched her go with a smile tugging the corner of her lips. That girl was going to get eaten alive eventually. Hopefully she could push that off.

Once the showers were blissfully quiet again she turned the water up until it turned her skin red. Better to get a shower this hot at work, considering her crappy water heater at home couldn't handle it.

It didn't take long for Henchman to end up sitting on the bench to give her aching muscles a break. Unfortunately her mind wandered back to Villain.

Their...situation had begun a few months before. He'd pulled her aside and praised her for her work. At first she had been suspicious but he hadn't stopped snatching her away for stolen moments.

His honeyed words didn't last long. After the physical side of their relationship started a month in he was always quick to go in for a kiss but his words, especially in front of others, were harsh. Henchman found herself reprimanded more than the others. Sometimes for slips that hadn't happened!

Rage and confusion and desire sloshed around inside her, only succeeding in making her feel sick. Just when she was sure he only saw her as a bit of fun he would bring back the compliments and she would fell back into it.

Maybe he didn't see her that way but he only noticed that it bothered her when it got to the boiling point. That's what she told herself often.

He wasn't toying with her. She was just expecting too much softness from a man who routinely murdered people. It was her fault.

But it still felt like she wasn't anything more than stress relief. After fights, before big heists, especially when Hero taunted him. A part of her hated that woman for it.

Henchman watched the water flow off of her and head for the drain. Steam started getting thick enough to block off quite a bit of her vision.

So lost in thought she didn't notice the figure moving towards her until it was almost on her.

"Henchman?" The voice was gentle.

An undignified shriek slipped past her lips. She quickly went to trying to cover her bare body, unsuccessfully at that.

"I've seen you naked before." Villain's tone was flat.

"That was with my consent you creep!" Henchman hissed as she threw the bar of soap at his head. He dodged it easily.

Villain was finally close enough she could see the remorseful expression he held. "I just came to apologize. What I said...it was uncalled for. You're not embarrassing."

Her anger tapered down. Villain rarely apologized; there was no reason to keep being hostile to him. She felt more sure about that when he stepped forward, soaking his perfectly quaffed hair and pristine suit, and cupped her face reverently.

"Do you think you can forgive me?"

She leaned into the touch. A part of her wanted to say no but he looked so pathetic sopping wet that Henchman couldn't help laughing a bit. "Yes, I can forgive you."

His smile lit up her insides. Henchman pushed forwards for a kiss, leaning into Villain more as his fingers tangled into the locks on the back of her head.

It was only when she made it home and collapsed to her rickety bed that Henchman felt the overwhelming need to cry. How had she forgiven him for speaking down to her like that again?

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Hero rolled her eyes as Superhero wrote down a few notes of her report.

"And you're sure none of them suspect you? This offer for lessons could be a trap."

"Superhero. You trusted me with this mission; trust me that I haven't blown my cover in the first week of it."

His nostrils flared. "I do trust you, but we can't underestimate them."

"Oh please," Hero snickered as she remembered Henchman's face stepping into the showers. "That woman didn't notice anything outside of her miserable self. I think her and Villain are having some relationship issues."

Superhero laughed with her. "Of course she is, she's trying to get close with Villain. That's just asking to be used. Not that it will matter much soon, when we manage to get them all in cells."

"Actually, I think we could put Henchman in the rehabilitation program. She'd be a decent asset to the agency." Hero said with a thoughtful nod.

Her superior snorted another laugh. "I'll note it, but that I doubt. Go ahead and head home."

"Yes sir."

Hero was grateful when her front door came into view. She hadn't accounted for how tiring it would be to fake incompetence in a professional setting.

She wiped all thoughts of work from her mind as she stepped through the door into her living room. The babysitter she'd hired jumped to his feet.

"Mrs. Duller, you're a little late. Everything okay?"

"Yes, just got swamped at work. How's Daughter?"

"Sleeping like a bear in winter." He said with a bright smile. Hero returned it as she paid him and bid him goodnight.

Just as promised her little darling was curled under her covers, snoring just a little. Hero placed a kiss to her forehead. It took quite a lot not to laugh as Daughter scrunched her face at the contact.

"Sleep tight sweetie." Hero whispered before making her way to her own room.

She had to get a lot of sleep before the heist the next day. Especially because she had to try to thwart it without becoming suspicious. Something told her Henchman might not be so easy to fool when it came to actual jobs.

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[mj-iza-writer]

SP special containment part 8

If you are new to the special containment story of just need an update, use the hashtag sp special containment to take a look. -MJ

The Director opened a new email and sighed. They had finally gotten a response on what to do with Mitch.

"Do with as you please, recommend to destroy the human weapon", was all that was written.

The Director sighed as he read it again, "why", he moaned.

He looked through his records just to see if there was any reasons he could find to clear his conscience about killing Mitch.

"The only offenses were sneaking into my facility, and attacking Whumpee", the Director read the notes, "not the greatest track record, but not enough that I would feel better about doing this."

The Director looked over the records for the unit and who was involved in it.

Mitch sighed as the guard came in with Andy and Cass following.

He was still fully restrained and was growing tired of not being able to move.

"How are you feeling this morning", Andy set down the tray with breakfast, "we have some water and milk. Do you want a drink first?"

"I'm sore, uncomfortable, and ready to snap if I'm not allowed to move soon", Mitch grunted with an undertone of sadness, "my back is killing me, and my nose itches."

Cass came around with a smile and scratched Mitch's nose.

"Years of schooling led you to being a nose scratcher for a prisoner, congratulations", Mitch sighed.

"I think thankyou is the word you're looking for", Andy sighed, "you need to work on your manners."

"You know I can kill both of you right?", Mitch laughed.

"Yes, and I said the same exact thing to Aramais when he decided to be rude, you're no different", Andy picked up the tray and showed the meal to Mitch, "now do you want some food?"

"Yes... please", Mitch sighed.

After a bite Mitch side eyed Cass, "so who is this small fry then, they seem to be too young to be a full researcher."

"I'm Cass. I'm a junior researcher for the facility, and I'm joining the special containment unit", Cass grinned as they helped wipe Mitch's face.

"Cool, not meaning anything by this, so don't yell at me. You are about the age I was when I was turned into this", Mitch stated before taking another bite, "I was pulled off the street and turned into the weapon you see now. I'm guessing you're about twenty-five."

"Wow you got it right", Cass exclaimed.

Mitch choked a little before Cass grabbed the water for him.

"Careful", Cass smiled.

The Director watched from the surveillance room. The mic was on, so he could hear the conversation.

"It's almost like Mitch has softened a little", the guard looked at the Director, "he may actually like Cass."

"That's what I'm noticing, we do need to watch Cass though in case Mitch tries anything or if he talks Cass into undoing the restraints", the Director watched with interest. The email fresh in his mind.

"Okay here's another sip", Cass held the milk for Mitch to drink.

Andy had finished feeding Mitch and was currently untying Mitch's shoes.

"What's going on down there? Am I losing shoe privileges?", Mitch frowned and side eyed Cass, who grinned back.

"No actually I had this idea last night. Aramais loves his slippers, and has said that all he ever wore was combat boots or he was bare foot", Andy pulled a boot off, "I figured you may like to have these boots off for a while and may find slippers a bit more comfortable."

With the slippers on, Mitch moved his toes a bit.

"I can see why Aramais likes them", Mitch laughed lightly.

"Well unless you need anything else I say we're done here, and Aramais still needs his breakfast", Andy got up, "I'll leave your boots over here for right now."

Andy and Cass walked by the surveillance room and looked in.

"Oh hello Director", Cass smiled.

"Hello. I was hoping I might steal you. We need to talk", the Director smiled.

"Uh-oh, did I do something?", Cass frowned with worry.

"No nothing at all, I have a question for you before I move forward on something", the Director looked at Andy, "do you mind?"

"No not at all", Andy grinned, "I'm going to take care of Aramais now."

Once in the Director's office Cass sat and waited for the Director to sit down.

"I was wondering. What are your thought on Mitch?"

"I think he's funny, I like the sarcasm", Cass chuckled, "I feel sorry for him though, although I know what he did, I feel like he just doesn't know any better."

The Director smiled lightly, "I was given orders to destroy him, the higher ups said I could do whatever I pleased, but they suggested he die."

Cass's face turned from the smile, "oh."

"I feel though that you might be right. I feel with hard work he might learn to enjoy it here like the other three, but I need someone who may be willing to help me with that", the Director watched Cass's reactions.

"I need someone who might see some hope in him", the Director continued, "do you think you might like to try taking care of him for a little and see what happens. You won't have to do it by yourself for a while, and I need to meet with everyone else and get their thoughts on this. We have to consider Whumpee's comfort and safety with this. I wasn't wanting him, but I don't want to kill him either. What do you think?"

"I'm a junior researcher sir. Do you think I'm ready for this? I wouldn't mind doing it. I like Mitch, I think, but do you think I'm ready?", Cass looked at him questioningly.

"I don't know to be honest. I think you have the passion for this unit, but it will be a lot to take on. If you're not sure, that's fine", the Director smiled, "I don't want you to take a job you are uncomfortable and unsure of."

"What happens to Mitch if I don't?", Cass frowned.

"Let me worry about that", the Director nodded.

"I-I want to know", Cass looked down.

"Honestly I don't know", the Director looked at Cass, "I don't really have a caregiver to do it, taking care of the human weapons is a full time job. I may have too...", the Director frowned, "honestly, I have no idea."

"I'll do it", Cass looked up, "I don't want him to die, I'll try my best."

"Are you sure?", the Director looked at Cass in shock, "this is a full time job, we will have a trial period and see what happens and the other caregivers will help as much as they can. A guard will come in with you even. Are you sure?"

Cass gave a worried smile, "yes", they squeaked.

"Okay", the Director sighed, "I will send you more information on your duties then. Next step is the meeting with everyone involved. Let's see what they all think."

"When will Mitch find out?", Cass grinned nervously.

"He will be last, I need to know everyone else is on board before I offer this to him. I don't want him to get his hopes up, then tell him that it didn't work out."

In another part of the facility Aramais was being pushed to his doom.

"Are you sure you're ready to shower?", Andy leaned over the chair as he pushed it, "everything is in place like you requested, but are you ready."

"No I'm not", Aramais frowned, "but it needs to be done, I'm hoping jumping in head first like I was trained to do will work and everything will be fine. The guards will be there if I need them right?"

"Yes three guards will be there, and me", Andy rounded the corner to the showers, "we've requested everyone else to stay away."

Aramais frowned when they got into the shower rooms.

The guards stood around the room in key spots, one blocking the door, two in other corners.

"One other guard will stand outside of the showers to keep others out, and to be our last line of defense if Aramais gets out", one guard explained, "we will administer a low dose of tranquilizer to start, as requested by Aramais."

Andy took the needle and showed Aramais.

"Are you sure of this", Andy looked it over and prepped the needle.

"Yes, the drug will hopefully cut some of the edge out of my nerves, but I will be able to function", Aramais sighed, "at least until we get use to this we may have to rely on tranquilizers to help."

"Alright, I am administering the low dose tranquilizer", Andy cleaned a spot on Aramais's arm, then gave the injection.

"Guards you are not to administer more than two doses of the full dose tranquilizer, and you are not to give the doses at the same time. We need to make sure the first didn't work before the second is administered", Andy announced, "are we clear."

"Yes sir", the guards answered in unison.

Andy pushed the chair to the shower, then showed Aramais how to use it.

"You can change the temperature levels as much as you like, you have full control of what happens in here", Andy set down a few things on a shelf, "shampoo, soap, washcloth. I have the towel", Andy smiled, "are you ready?"

"What are the guards to do if they hear me say sedate, sedate?", Aramais looked at Andy worriedly.

"They are to sedate you with one injection at a time", Andy nodded, "no one is to approach you until you are fully under the sedative."

Aramais nodded, "okay, let's get this over with."

Aramais got out of the chair and removed his clothes.

Andy frowned as he remembered all the scars that littered Aramais's body.

"Like what you see", Aramais caught Andy staring.

"No", Andy shook his head, "your body was destroyed by horrible people."

"I'm well aware", Aramais looked over himself.

Aramais held his hand under the running water for a few minutes, "I am surrounded by friendlies, I am not with my trainer anymore. I am not what they wanted, I am no longer their weapon."

Andy felt his heart ache as Aramais tried to talk himself into doing this. He had never seen the human weapon so apprehensive about something.

Finally Aramais leaned into the water more until he was fully under the stream.

A small sigh was heard.

Then a grunted groan.

"Doing okay?", Andy asked.

"Flashbacks", Aramais winced in frustration.

"Uh-oh", Aramais growled, "sedate, sedate."

A blast of air was heard as the sedative left the gun.

Once into Aramais's skin, Aramais folded himself into a ball, trying to control the survival mode until the sedative took effect.

"I need another one", Aramais groaned a few minutes later, "it's working, but not strongly."

Another blast of air as the injection was sent out.

After a few minutes, Aramais went limp and fell to the side.

Andy cautiously approached and turned the water off.

"He's out", Andy announced as he checked for a pulse, "let's move."

Andy dried Aramais off as much as he could before the guards helped get him dressed.

The Director, Caretaker, and McGee waited outside of the shower rooms. They collectively frowned as an unconscious Aramais was pushed out.

"Don't frown like that, he tried his best", Andy reprimanded, "my heart broke as I heard him trying to work up the courage to do it. I have it on recording so you can have your hearts broken as well. His body is covered in scars, they did so much to him."

"I wasn't frowning at him, I just wasn't expecting him to come out unconscious, that's all", Caretaker frowned before patting Aramais's shoulder, "Whumpee has whip marks down their back. If Mitch says he did the same thing his trainers did, he probably has the same. I know this is going to take time, and I'm sorry to Aramais that he has to deal with this."

"I'm not mad at all, I was hoping he had made it through, and wasn't expecting him to be unconscious", the Director admitted, "I'm thankful he tried though. He is helping us so much."

"He said he was having flashbacks, then he said Uh-oh", Andy brushed some of the damp hair out of Aramais's face, "then he asked for the sedation."

"I'll help you get him into his room, I am calling a meeting this afternoon", the Director stood beside Andy, "I need everyone in the Special Containment Unit there, I'll have four guards stay and monitor the weapons. I'll update the four of them later."

Andy and the Director undid the straps of the chair and carefully lifted Aramais up, then carried him to the bed.

"He looks so peaceful, it's amazing", the Director admitted.

"Amazing that he could kill us both in a matter of seconds", Andy dumped some water into Aramais's cup, and placed the cup next to him.

"Exactly", the Director nodded as he watched Andy place slippers on Aramais, "he really likes those slippers, huh?"

"Yes his favorite thing", Andy smiled as he pulled a blanket over Aramais, "he should be good to go."

Andy looked into the monitor room and saw the one guard stationed to watch Aramais.

"Message me if he wakes up before I'm back, if he needs anything let me know as well."

"Yes sir", the guard nodded.

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[decadentmeat]

I feel like my confidence would get 10x better if I had someone I'm comfortable sending nudes to

[zoethehead]

Finally, after a few months, it's done!

This was how Declan and Zachariah first met

Read below as it's long:

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Declan felt it, the searing pain of his own wings being torn from his back, he tried to fight against his assailant; but to no avail. The last of the tendons snapped away, leaving 2 gashes in declan's back, gashes that were once his wings.....

The dragonfly trooper carried the badly injured hornet to somewhere, before tossing him slightly up into the air and kicking him forcefully to the ground as a way to add more salt to the wound.

Declan's head swam as he saw the dragonfly trooper leave, flying away from view..... he got up, trying to find somewhere to go... Anywhere where he couldn't feel any more pain, as he heard muffled voices, and then he felt something hit his head, and everything then went dark....

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Charlotte was walking down the empty alleyway, clearly trying to stave off her boredom. She heard what sounded like a pained whimper, she turned around; only to see a man, unconscious and bruised, his body was only modestly covered by bits of scrap and junk that were piled atop of him, and he was bleeding.... Charlotte let out a yell of panic, she tried to calm herself down, she ultimately tried to get the unconscious man to a safer place; but Charlotte wasn't strong enough to drag the man out of there.

"I'll be back with someone, ok?" Charlotte said as she looked at the injured man, before she ran off

Declan slightly awoke, his vision hazed over, someone was looking over him, he heard this person speak, but his mind couldn't comprehend as his eyelids fluttered in exhaustion as the last pieces of his consciousness slipped from his grasp.

-

Charlotte made it back home, opening the door quickly.

"GUYS!!!" Charlotte shouted.

Zachariah turned to Charlotte, seeing the distressed look on the lamprey tween's face.

"What's wrong, Charlotte?" Zachariah asked in concern.

"There's a guy in the alleyway, he's badly injured, please help!" She said, hastily getting a towel from a closet.

Charlotte then grabbed Zachariah's hand and led him to where the injured man was.

Soon, they were at the exact alleyway, the frigid rain pouring.

Zachariah saw the injured man, he was clearly in rough shape, and not wearing anything underneath the garbage that was piled atop of him.

Zachariah was shocked to say the least, why was someone this badly injured left naked in a garbage pile in the freezing cold rain on a particularly frigid autumn evening?

Zachariah draped the towel that charlotte handed him onto the unconscious man, and then picking him up in a bridal carry, before walking back home with Charlotte nearby.

-

Zachariah had finally come back home, he placed the injured man on the ground, replacing the now rain-soaked towel with a dryer and warmer one. Zachariah got the supplies needed to patch up the injuries, before looking the man over in an attempt to see how he can heal this guy.

He noticed 2 symmetrical gashes on the man's shoulder blades, gashes that looked to be where an appendage was originally located. Zachariah started with tending to the wounds, cleaning out the dirt and debris from the injured man's back, causing the injured man to wince and let out a groan of pain. It took some time to clean the man's wounds out and resetting any broken bones on the man's body. Zachariah grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around the stranger's injuries, before clothing the wounded stranger in some simple heart printed boxer briefs and carrying the unconscious man to an alcove in the living room where there was a daybed to rest in; setting the man down and placing 2 warm blankets on his body.

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"Rest well, sir." Zachariah said.

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Declan's body was feverish, clearly showing signs of pneumonia. Zachariah placed a cold rag on declan's forehead, sitting the poor stranger up slightly with pillows in order to help him breathe better and make it easier for the phlegm to escape his throat. Zachariah would change the various bandages on Declan's body, cleaning the wounds out beforehand in order to make sure he wouldn't get extra sick from infections

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Declan's fever finally broke, but he was still too exhausted to awaken, most of his energy depleted from his body fighting off the pneumonia. He slept soundly, his head propped up by pillows, and his body swathed in bandages and warm quilts.

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Declan slowly came back to his senses, his body feeling like it had been crushed by a fallen building.

He opened his eyes to see a sepia toned alcove daybed, thick quilts were piled atop of him, keeping him warm.  His head swam, with occasional pulses of pain exuding from the shot nerves in his skull. He blinked a few times trying to clear the sparks of white-hot soreness from his vision.

He tried to sit up, but his vision briefly faded to white due to the searing pain in his back, unable to even stifle a groan.

"Please, save your strength" a voice said placing a hand against his shoulder.

Declan looked over at the person who was talking; it was a clean shaven man with short brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin who was dressed in a formal shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest.

"W-Who are you?" Declan rasped, his throat dry with small flecks of dried blood intertwined throughout.

"Zachariah." The man said.

So, this man's name is Zachariah....

"Look, I can see that you might have some questions... and I will explain those to you.." Zachariah said.

"But first...what's your name, sir?" Zachariah asked.

Declan hesitated for a bit, how was he supposed to trust this guy?

"The name's....Declan..." Declan said.

"Alright, I guess I should possibly explain some stuff to you, Declan." Zachariah said.

"You're in the town of Vermilnia, It's somewhat like a mix of a village and a shanty town. You've been out cold for about a week or two--I kinda lost track... And as to what happened; the younger sister of one of my friends found you naked and injured in a pile of trash." Zachariah explained.

"In a pile of trash?" Declan thought, soon remembering his wings being torn off, the painful plummet, the dizziness, all of it!

Declan tried getting up in a panic, but he was too weak to do so because of how injured he was, zachariah held declan down

"Please, i know that you might be in some distress, but you are still not well enough, please just lay back down." Zachariah urged.

Declan had no choice but to lay down, his mind starting to fog up again from the stress as he closed his eyes and let out a muffled and tiny whimper of pain.

"There we go, how're you feeling now?" Zachariah asked

"V-very woozy, and stressed,quite sore too..." Declan stammered, pressing the heel of his hand up to his bandaged forehead, trying to organize his thoughts.

"Understandable, you just woke up, but may I ask, what happened to you?" Zachariah asked yet again.

Declan hesitated, how was he supposed to tell zachariah about...everything?

But he realized that he kinda had to tell in order to really explain his injuries.

"I... I was in a battle against an army of dragonfly troopers, one grabbed me from behind and tore the wings off of my back, effectively crippling me. I ended up falling.... I can't remember anything after, it's all just a blur..." Declan explained.

Zachariah thought about everything; declan once had wings that were on his back, a dragonfly trooper tore them off, and that's how he ended up in Vermilnia.

But what was declan exactly?

"Look, I can see that you might need more rest, so I'll let you be, I just need to process some of this." Zachariah said, tucking the quilt up to declan's collarbone.

"Whenever you feel like it, you can tell me more info." Zachariah said, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Declan was tired anyways, he still had to process everything himself; he lost his wings, he got mugged, he was left in a trash pile naked and covered in dirt and blood, and he was saved by.... by a citizen of vermilnia. Declan might've been somewhat aggressive, territorial even-- but that's because venopolis is a very unforgiving city--so he had to be tough, but now; he felt a feeling that he'd probably never felt towards a stranger, let alone someone from vermilnia...

Love....

Declan let his consciousness drift away once more, the daybed all too cozy for him.

[mr-kiwi-the-wizard]

You know I'm all for free the nipple.

Let everyone go shirtless as they please and all that. But you have to remember that means you have to make it normal to look at your tits.

If I'm to comfortably look at you it has to be fine for me to look at all of you.

Your face, your hair, your arms, your tits, your belly, your pants or skirt,your shoes if you got em.

Like I'm not talking burying my face in there I mean just looking at you.

If it's inappropriate then I can't reasonably look at you and you as the whole and it's going to get awkward and your going to throw a shirt back on. Ok.

Lady, trans lady whatever you got em you wanna show em you gotta remember it's no longer a private affair lady's.

You want that social change you gotta be the proof in the pudding out there.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was sitting in a classroom and the Trunchbull from Matilda burst through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man but she was entirely naked and holding a stick of butter while screaming about fairies.

[operacontour]

I MADE pasties with tassels and learned to spin them on my tits. I can't wait to show everyone at work

[hopskippen]

Chat last night I had a dream that the fucking My Singing Monsters thing needing nude photos to keep operating like the little fucking green pill thing would just look at you and say " Sharon I need to see your tits "

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Paultin: Well, at least I have a bird now

Falkon: I will transform

DM: Suddenly a naked man is standing in front of you

[devilisinthedeinos]

A small price to pay for gender affirming care if you ask me.

Yeah. I could use like. At least a blanket though. It's cold out here and I'm butt-ass naked. For some reason. I have no clue why I'm not more worried about that part.

[hazmatazz]

i'm on a school trip and have roomates and GIRLS ACTUALLY CHANGE IN FRONT OF EACHOTHER????? what the fuck. i thought that was like a movie thing. what