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chokkito · 9 months ago

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My friend. May I know more of Myo? <- is thinking of adding her to my already too long draft post of the Alnst OCs in Fear and Hunger Termina AU (I can give you Flor's moonschored form :])

OH MY GOD YEYEYEYEYEEYEYEYEYEYE!!!!!!!!!!!! EHEHEEHEHE FUNGER AU! FUNGER AU!!! U cant see it but im kicking my feet and giggling rn..........AND PLEASE GIVE ME FLOR'S MOONSCHORED FORM!!!!@<%^_^ I LOVE MOONSCHORED FORMS OF OCS!!!!!

BUT OK, MYO TIME!!!! IT MIGHT SOUND CONFUSING BECAUSE I WILL BE RAMBLING BUTTTTT I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT ALL UNDERSTANDABLE

Myo's name come from Myosotis, aka forget-me-not flower, it has a lot of meanings, but the one that i think it has mostly to do with Myo is this one:

"It is a testament to your relationships and promises the other person that you will never forget them in your thoughts." (Trust me, it will become important later)

Her owner is an octopus-like alien called Quornix, i haven't decided yet what her owner is but they have money and influence. She was "adopted" when she was around 1-2 year old, and she was given to her current owner as a gift from another alien, who was a close friend of Quornix - when they adopted her, they didn't plan for her to actually participate in Alien Stage, but this previous friend of them convinced Quornix to do so.

Before she was "adopted" by Quornix, she didn't live just with her previous owner, but actually lived with her actual father - like, THE HUMAN ONE. Since he was a pet of this previous alien, despite living with them for a small period of time, Myo never forgot about her dad - which made their separation even worse. I can totally imagine that in the first years till she was around 10, Myo had a really hard time grasping into the fact she would never see her father again..........And the worst part was that they weren't able to say goodbye to each other, as, when she was given to Quornix, her father was participating in Alien Stage, so he only knew of her departure when he came back.

I imagine that one of Myo's main traits are how reckless she is - she does not think about the future and prefers to just do things she wants without thinking about it, as she feels as if things could easily be taken away from her without her even noticing, so she wants to cheer these things up as much as possible before the end finally comes. A bit pessimistic? Yeah, but she hides it behind a charming personality and some small jokes here and there.

^ Alongside that, she is someone who gets attached to people EASILYYYYYY, like, if someone is slightly nice to her, she will already see this person as a friend and defend them with all her heart. If she loves something, she will continue loving it with all her heart, and if she hates something, she will hate it with a burning passion.

She is not a mean person, but at the same time, she is scared when things don't go her way, and she absolute HATES not knowing information or having things hidden from her, as she feels if she doesn't know everything, then she will get stabbed in the back. That's why she absolutes loves gossip, because it's an easy way to grab information without putting a lot of effort into it. She knows that, as a pet, she does not have a lot of power nor will any alien trust her with information, so she has to get it in different ways.

Because of learning how to hear without saying anything, she also is great at making people like her, which makes her personality be seen as even more charming - she knows what and when to say things, and this makes her normally go under the radar. She isn't someone who hates attention, but the idea of being the "main attraction" of something big such as Alien Stage scares her.

Her relationship with her owner is....Weird. It's hard to explain - she has actually two "owners" per say, Quornix (whom i mentioned before and whom she was given to) and Zyloxia. They are aliens who live together and who kinda "co-owned" her. She doesn't hate them, but at the same time, she can't find a way to like them - Zyloxia is a lot more berable in her opinion, but staying near Quornix makes her sick, especially due to the memories of how scared she was when they came to get her. As for the way they treat her, they treat her mostly fine - she is their only "pet", so they gave her all the attention she needed, but they also had the problem of expecting her to act according to what they wanted for her - they wanted a pet who was exceptional, and Myo just wanted to be normal.

Sooo remember when i mentioned her father up there? Well guess what. They. Compete together!!!! When she goes to Alien Stage, they actually put her agaisnt him - of course, she remembers him, but he can't recognize her, mostly because of how depressed he is. Stuff happens, Myo has a breakdown and cries a lot, and ends up losing, being finally hugged by her dad in her last moments as he finally recognizes her, it's. Pretty sad.

But ayy!!! At least i made her stage outfit, so look how cute she is!!!

They took out her curls...Sniffs................But yea theres also more flower symbolism in it *points* 🫵 look at the forget-me-not flowers there

But yea, thats what i can remember!!! Thank u for asking me about her ueeeueeee, and if this rambling sounds confusing sorry its 1am here...............

And also hwve her dad because hes very important to me too <3

(Stupid old man!!! Ignore he doesnt have his beard in the second photo.....)

#🤡 rambles #🤡 ocs #kellie :]#🤡 alien stage #alien stage oc

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oc-menagerie-archived · 2 years ago

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OOC: All Available Muses on the Blog!

Series Based:

Digimon:

Christina Terrwyn (Energetic and full of confidence, Christina is constantly trying to look like the cool kid. She discovered the digital world after a digivice appeared before her at a sports camp. She is optimistic and tends to act a bit recklessly, but will never put anyone else in harm’s way.)

Record of Ragnarok:

Bau (Bau is the Sumerian/Mesopotamian Goddess of Dogs, healing and life. She acts as a medic for the Ragnarok fights, healing god or human as she doesn’t have a side she is on. She just enjoys watching the fights and seeing the strength and endurance of both gods and humans.

Her seven dogs are absolutely loyal to her and in a battle are focused and well trained. But outside of battle, they are just typical goofy dogs, very affectionate with their owner but also affectionate to just about anyone that seems friendly.)

One Piece:

Kyoko Iro (Kyoko is a Geisha who was trying to become an Oiran in Wano when a rival Geisha sent assassins after her in order for her to become Oiran instead. Kyoko had to flee home and was left scared and unsure of people. Though the way she fled, she ended up captured before being released who knows where.)

Xia Malificia (A flirtatious, trouble making pirate who ate the fox zoan fruit. Her favorite thing to do is charm unsuspecting pirates or marines and robbing them blind. Also has many AUs including a Mirror Maiden Genshin Impact AU!)

Fate Series:

Emilia Clarimond (A Fate Master OC who is clever, out going, and sometimes snarky. Her magic is based on the stars, creating light barriers with a constellation pattern and shooting energy. Also has a Fairy Tail verse!)

Final Fantasy 14:

Josephina Adrahgan(A Miqo’te from a family of nobles. After her family tried to arrange a marriage between her and another noble family, she decided to run away with her fat cat named Chubchub and ended up joining a troupe of Dancers and decided to travel with them)

Shay Pierina (A Miqo’te who was found as a child outside a small village that is part of the Ul’dah kingdom. Adopted by kind Hyurs, she lived in poverty but didn’t let it bother her and worked to protect her family. After discovering the Echo, she happened upon a member of the Scions and decided to join and travel away from home. becoming a Warrior of Light. Has a League of Legends verse!)

Orabella Kalon (A Summoner from the First, Orabella is a scholar seeking to learn about the magic of her world. After wandering into the pixie land, she ends up captured but free some time later when Titania is defeated. Now she lives there studying the pixies. Also has a Genshin Impact verse as a Cryo Fatui Mage!)

Bleach:

Selene Fenagari: (Selene is…a dork. Easily distracted and acts rather dog-like, loving getting petted, chasing balls or animals, or even shifting and barking at cats. When on duty, she does her absolute best, serving the Gotei 13 in stopping villains or just protecting the people while out on patrol. Despite her silly antics, the people adore her and shower her with gifts and headpats.)

Pokemon:

Hex Maniac Kayleen:(Kayleen grew up around the occult, her parents super into it and trying to summon the paranormal as well as learn magic. Kayleen was terrified of it but slowly learned to embrace it when she met a friendly Gastly. From there she befriended other ghost and dark Pokemon, the scaredy-cat girl not enjoying it from time to time.

For a long time she was super shy and had social anxiety, but decided to be brave and try to face it by becoming a Pokemon trainer. Now alongside her ghost and dark type Pokemon cheering her on, she desires to learn and make friends and meet Pokemon she has never seen before. Has a Soul Eater verse under Alt. Verses!)

Naruto:

Midori Mihata (A clumsy, scared ninja girl who one would possibly say is the worst ninja ever. Wants to make her clan proud and tries hard to be the best she can be. Also gets rather flustered and shy around boys. Has a FF14 verse!)

Kiyomi Tenshi (Loud, rambunctious, and rather hyper and reckless, Kiyomi is also one that some would possibly say is a terrible ninja. She fights more like a martial artist, punching and kicking and running straight into bad guys.)

Naoko Shizuko (The only one who acts like a true ninja in the trio of Kunoichi, Naoko is soft spoken, almost monotone voice and always with an unreadable expression. Despite this, she is incredibly smart and well trained in her ninja techniques which involve shadow tricks. She is the one to get the other two out of danger most of the time.)

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

Diana Fotieni (Diana comes from Faerghus and is striving to become a knight of the kingdom like her mother before her. A student at the academy under the Blue Lions house, she is studious and trains hard, mostly to show the head of the house Dimitri her worth as a possible knight as he is heir to the throne. Has a Kingdom Hearts verse and a Final Fantasy XV verse as well!)

Genshin Impact:

Kyana Aeira (A Pyro Vision user from Mondstadt who dreams of becoming a Knight of Favonius one day. She works hard taking on random tasks from the people to prove herself capable. She is determined and optimistic and tends to listen more to her emotions than think with logic. Also has a One Piece verse but also many aus and can fit anywhere with heroes!)

Iyumi Akuma (Iyumi is a Fatui Mage hailing from Snezhnaya who is on the prowl for someone cute she can call hers. To most she acts vicious and snobby, ready to electrocute them should they get on her nerves.

But should she find the someone she wants, she becomes more adoring and flirty, chasing after them until she can have them. Which can turn into an aggressive chase should the other not want her. Also has a Pokemon verse, demon/vampire verse, dark goddess verse and many more!)

Amatus Koheikaze (A Oni girl from the Red Oni tribe of Inazuma, Amatus works hard as a samurai of her clan, fighting with a katana as well as using her Anemo vision. Though she acts rather serious, she holds a softer side that cares deeply for her tribe, desiring to protect them no matter what. Her mother is a human while her father is an Oni.)

My Hero Academia:

Tia “Usagi” Fayte (Bubbly kind of girly girl whose quirk is magnetism. She can make anything she touches become magnetic, even things that aren’t normally something you can stick magnets to like trees. She uses this alongside rollerblading to fight and calls herself Usagi for the jump tricks she can pull off while blading around. A student at UA. Also has a The World Ends with You verse!)

Kalliphae Myressei (A moth woman with the ability to heal others using a powder that emits from her. She is a princess of a far off kingdom. Acts with a noble air and always tries to follow her heart. She is a nurse of UA.)

Yugioh:

Miyuki Tenshi (A sweet, innocent duelist who uses a deck with angelic creatures revolving around the Sanctuary in the Sky card. She has a duel spirit, Happy Lover, and has yet to meet anyone else with one or that can see her. Has a Goddess verse alongside Iyumi, a Fairy verse and an Angel verse!)

Monster Hunter:

Sonafuwa(A Paolumu who gained the ability to turn human. Sonafuwa is shy and tends to stay in the trees and away from hunters so she won’t get hunted. When she meets someone friendly, she becomes more calm and is happy to make a new friend)

Sakura (A Pink Rathian that gained the ability to turn human. Territorial at first but can become friendly if she sees the other means no harm. Prissy and doesn’t mind Hunters so long as she isn’t their target.)

Twisted Wonderland:

Colette Eirina (Twisted from Giselle from Enchanted! Colette is the princess of a small kingdom. It’s surrounded by a river, forest and mountains in the back, the kingdom known for its mining of gems from those mountains.

Colette usually stays in her castle but got accepted into RSA as a student. She tends to cause a lot of trouble at home with her ditzy behavior. In fact her air headed ways gets her kidnapped and held for ransom a lot which has really hurt the kingdom financially.)

Fandomless:

Kishi MacAuley (The self proclaimed Captain of an all girl pirate crew calling themselves the Love Seekers. Kishi is hyper and boy crazy as well as a tad reckless, willing to go through any danger if it means finding cute guys and treasure along the way)

Zalira Deona: (A succubus who doesn’t really do succubus things. Her mom and dad are a powerful incubus and succubus pair who wanted her to follow in their footsteps. But all Zalira wanted was to laze around and eat human snacks and indulge in their culture (like manga!). Before they could send her to a demon academy, she ran away from home and ended up among humans.)

Cheza Fènghuáng (Princess of the city of Nán Sòng, Cheza is rather anti-social and a major bookworm, usually seen cooped up in her private library. Her kingdom is a matriarchy, led by her mischievous mother. Cheza has the ability to conjure fire and turn into a phoenix)

Seraphaura(Seraphaura is from a clan of lamias who hunt humans for fun and for food while also eating other things. But Seraphaura is completely different from them. She has seen an innocent human devoured and wishes to protect them and learn about them. Because of this, her clan laughed at her and was bullied and ridiculed for it. But despite that, she still wishes to learn about humans and their culture.)

Vivianne Noira (Growing up alone in the world has hardened Vivi. She can be untrusting towards strangers though some have shown her some kindness to help her out. She can come off as brash, even possibly rude. But she doesn’t mean to be. Vivi feels she must be tough in order to survive. However if she sees someone in need, she may go out of her way to help them depending on what they need help with.)

Angeline Tenebris(A vampire from a family of vampires sworn to keep their race a secret. They are respected nobles of a town, well-known for their business and wealth. Though most of her family tries to keep their status clean, Angeline is a bit rebellious and curious about the world and frequently sneaks out to learn more about it.)

Fayeth Neri (A dragon girl who is rather air-headed and sometimes slow to speak, making it seem like nothing is going on in her head. And maybe nothing is. She is very laid back and cheerful, always having a lazy smile on her face.)

Chloe Thaleia (Mischievous thief from a family of thieves looking for her older brother who left home when she was a child. Will steal from you playfully then give it back once she’s caught. Has a magical greatsword she stole that can use the four elements but she has no idea how to use it.)

Aiolos Thaleia (Older brother of Chloe. After witnessing his uncle (who had taught them all they know about being a thief) break the family code by murdering someone, he decided to go on a different path and leave the family. He strives to be a knight or a guard, something he sees as more honorable.)

Ai Malificia (A sweet, innocent girl who was sheltered due to her overprotective parents. She grew up around flowers and a flower shop and developed magic pertaining to plants. Has a Fire Emblem Three Houses verse and a Goddess verse!)

Azathira (Sci Fi OC! Azathira is a well trained assassin alien. Her species thrives in being the best at fighting and killing and she is no different. She makes her living taking on bounties and delights in taking them down. Then uses the money to partake in a feast wherever she goes.

On the side, she sometimes steals things as well, mostly from the person she killed. She travels around taking jobs and simply exploring the universe all on her own. Though a small part of her almost wishes she could have some company for once.)

Ourania Thanos (A dragon that can turn into a human. Cocky, egotistical, and loves to show off to others. Loves to fight people just to fight strong opponents and also loves to eat lots of meat and drinks lots of ale.)

Nikki Irving(An oddball Alchemist of a girl who stumbled upon a cursed Eldritch Being who had been shrunk and turned into a tiny octopus. She decided to keep it as a pet, named it Tickles, and has no idea it is slowly influencing her mind. Has a Pokemon verse!)

Aku Yazoi(A wannabe punk boy who is hot tempered and tries to act cool but is a sucker for cute girls. Is kind of a dweeb. Loves to race on his motorcycle. Has a Yugioh 5Ds verse!)

#ooc #all available ocs #all available characters #all available muses

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ggensblog · 3 years ago

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breaking routines

synopsis; real world!au katsuki has a routine, and has scheduled a day to himself and his dog, but then you come along….

note; wait i had so much fun writing this- imagining katsuki like this has me weak in the knees- it’s probably a little ooc but i feel like because it takes place after high school and university and stuff he’s matured and learned how to handle his emotions :)

cw; no warnings, pure fluff, gn!reader :), barely edited, really light cursing (one ‘damn’)

word count; 1.7k

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katsuki didn’t like having most people around. there were very few that could get away with spending time with him outside of his work. one of them being his dog, dynamite. owning a german sheppard admittedly wasn’t a part of the original life plan he created in high school, but the quietness of his city apartment was too much even for the introverted man.

katsuki had developed a routine. wake up, feed dynamite and then himself, go to work, come home, walk dynamite, then go back home and get ready to do it all again the next day. there were very few instances where he strayed from the path, allowing himself one full day of relaxation per month in order to not completely lose his mind.

today was that day.

he slept in, well as much as he could in spite of his body’s routine wake-up at 06:00am. he found it difficult to focus on anything but work, especially with the summer interns starting the following week, however he managed to plan out his day according to the rules he established for these occasional days off.

as he ate, katsuki took out a note pad and pen to begin his grocery list. eggs, milk, dog food, peppermint tea. as he finished the list, katsuki looked to dynamite who had just eaten the last of the food in the bowl.

“so waddaya say about a day out?” the dog turned, panting in response.

with that, katsuki prepared the leash and grabbed his trusty old canvas bag to hold his essentials and eventually his groceries.

the sun was particularly bright that day, leaving katsuki grumbling to himself about forgetting his sunglasses but deciding he was too far out to go back and get them.

he was halfway to the supermarket and finally convinced himself that today would be the perfect day. no interruptions, no emergencies. just a man and his dog and some time in a supermarket.

that was until dynamite decided to make a friend.

an adorable and very hyper border collie seemingly came out of nowhere as katsuki rounded a corner. unprepared for his dog’s energy, dynamite easily jolted with enough force to knock the leash’s handle out of katsuki’s hand.

“gypsy come on you do this every time” you squatted down to try to ease your dog’s excitement, also turning to the german sheppard and petting him as well. you smiled at the two dogs then looked up. katsuki was already staring down at you to your surprise. you stood, taking hold of dynamite’s leash as well as your own dogs and walked over to the blonde.

you took him in, he was attractive you would admit, his bright red eyes drew you in and his blonde hair was styled to messy perfection. but his expression was slightly off putting- as though this event was the worst thing that could happen to him.

“sorry about that,” you smiled, handing the leash back to its rightful owner, “gypsy is a bit hyperactive. she can’t help it if she sees another dog.” you looked down to your border collie with fondness, getting a short bark in return, as though she could understand your conversation.

“‘s fine.” the blonde responded shortly. there was a moment where neither of you moved, the silence between the two of you deafening. you looked down to the german sheppard and your eyes lit up once more, crouching down to pet him again.

“and whose this little guy” you gushed, taking the dog’s face in your hands and rubbing behind his ears. you waited for a response and looked up to katsuki once more.

“his name’s dynamite” you grinned brightly, releasing the dog from your hands and standing.

the truth was, even though katsuki hadn’t planned this interaction, he wasn’t complaining about its occurrence. he didn’t think he would be caught with a dry tongue and rapidly beating heart so early in his day.

as you made eye contact with him, he managed to swallow down the lump in his throat and readjust the tote bag on his shoulder. you looked down to dynamite one last time.

“are you heading to the shinjuku dog park?”

such a simple question, 8 words. but the way your lips were slightly parted and your head was tilted, katsuki had no intention of letting this interaction end so soon.

“yeah.” he wasn’t. in fact, he hated dog parks because he usually ended up with nothing better to than converse with a middle aged person about their failing marriage. but he couldn’t help but wonder where this could go. katsuki didn’t have much romantic experience, having only ever dated 2 or 3 times when he was fresh out of high school, but you were there and his heart was hammering against his rib cage.

“great!” you drew him out of his trance and clapped your hands together, “gypsy and i were headed there too, why don’t we walk together?”

“sure.” you weren’t bothered by katsuki’s one word answers, you just assumed he wasn’t a man of many words.

you led the way to the dog park, grinning down at the dogs and occasionally back up to katsuki. the only time your smile dropped was when you made a realization. you stopped walking, katsuki taking another two steps before stopping.

“i don’t know your name.” your eyes were wide, and katsuki mentally compared them to that of a calf’s. “i’m y/n l/n” you held out your hand, your smile returning. katsuki wondered how your face didn’t hurt from the constant grin you showcased. he took your hand hesitantly and he could swear he felt a spark.

“katsuki bakugo.” you nodded. then tugged his hand, bringing the two of you closer. “and you’re not a serial killer..?” katsuki let out a ‘tch’ at your question. “of course i’m not a serial killer” he retorted.

“well how am i supposed to know that!”

“i’m not a damn murderer- just- just keep walking. we’re almost there- yeah?”

you laughed, continuing to walk next to the blonde. the two of you didn’t talk much but it was surprisingly comfortable, and as the two of you reached the dog park, you each released the leashes from the collars and found a bench to sit on to supervise as the canines ran around.

“so have you always lived in tokyo?” you asked, crossing your legs on the bench.

katsuki looked at you, breathing in the warm summer air. it was easy being around you. despite having met less than an hour ago, he felt like you were one to be good company.

“no- i lived with my parents in hokkaido when i was young and moved here for university.” he responded, his tone remaining soft and guarded. “you?” you honestly didn’t expect to be questioned in return but shrugged it off.

“yeah i’ve been here my whole life. i live in the hiroo district right now but i love shinjuku so i try to get over here every chance i can get.” you leaned back into the bench.

the two of you eased into casual conversation. asking each other about work or school or anything. it was about noon when you finally took a look at your phone and noticed how late in the day it had become.

“wow would you look at the time, i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean to keep you this long.” you showed your phone to the blonde and sighed.

“‘s fine. this was- nice.” he let out. almost like a question- like he was questioning how he could have possibly spent an entire morning in the company of a stranger (though not a stranger anymore) and not completely hated it. you laughed lightly at his phrasing then put up a hand as to stop katsuki from anything he was planning on doing, unlocking your phone and bringing up your contacts app. you looked back up at him sheepishly.

“uhm- do you think i could get your phone number? i’d like to do this again if that’s alright with you.” you held out your phone then continued, “plus i think gypsy’s gotten attached tk dynamite” you chuckled and watched as katsuki slowly took your phone and wordlessly put in his contact information.

“thanks- well i’ll let you get back to your day, i’ll see you later katsuki!” you smiled, starting to make your way to reattach the leash to your dog’s collar.

katsuki watched this, admiring you as you never failed to stop and pet each dog you passed, including dynamite one last time. you looked back and waved before beginning to walk away.

dynamite made his was back over to katsuki and sat down expectantly- waiting for his leash to be reattached as well.

you had his number. you were going to call him right? you want to do this again?

a million thoughts raced through katsuki’s mind as he started on his original path to the supermarket. he completed his tasks for the day and trekked on home, anxious to take off his shoes and lay on the couch for a little bit- something he rarely let himself do.

then his phone buzzed.

+81 xxx xxxx xxxx

gypsy had a really good time :), can i convince you to get lunch with me tomorrow?

katsuki seemed to have stopped in his tracks, standing in his doorway with his shoes off and dynamite immediately making his way to the couch.

he thought for a moment of the day that was ahead. it was a weekend so he could afford to take a lunch between his housework and work-from-home schedule.

katsuki !

sure. i’ll meet you at xxxx in ebisu. is 13:30 ok?

katsuki must have reworded and rewritten that message a hundred times before sending it. he couldn’t believe he was nervous. who were you? how could you do this to him?

how could you get in the way of his routine and get in his head?

y/n l/n

sounds good! see you then!

bakugo let out a small smile before putting his phone on the charger and heading to unwind from the day. the image of your grin engrained in his mind for the rest of the evening.

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou x y/n #my hero academia #bnha

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dixbolik-lovers · 3 years ago

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Im so glad to see that requests are open! How about something with mukami brothers in the pet au where their owner is very large and muscular and super strong. They have a very naturaly angry face but are actualy an angel and very kind and loving. And their favourite way to express their love? To hold the boys on their lap and give them cuddles and gentle kisses of course! (all platonic btw) I just think it would be interesting to have an owner who looks so dangerous but is actualy kind.

Doing the Tsukinami too! o3o

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Ruki

While he's a little scared of you at first, Ruki is logical enough to force himself to believe what he sees, not what he assumes. It still feels threatening when you seem "angry", but he has at least some measure of assurance that you're not as bad as you look. Your affectionate nature might actually freak him out more. As nice as it feels to be held, gentle, positive touch is so foreign that he tends to panic a little when you offer it to him so easily.

Kou

He spends a long, long time absolutely petrified of you because of your looks alone. Large people scare Kou a lot since he knows exactly what their size and strength are capable of. It takes him a while to convince himself that you're not going to hurt him, and even when you're nothing but kind, he remains skittish and tense. Being held in your lap, though (once he has some trust built up), is extremely comforting. He feels trapped in the best of ways.

Yuuma

He's never had anyone around who's bigger than him, so it's pretty new. And very, very weird. But in a lot of ways, it's comforting. A main reason why he's had trouble in life is that humans are intimidated by his size, and that feels... a little less bound to happen with you. The fact that you can hold him in your lap and treat him like he's small is a total shock. Yuuma likes it more than he would have expected, though. It's kinda nice to feel little.

Azusa

At first, what he's thinking about is how much you could hurt him. That's just where Azusa's mind goes. There might be deeply buried parts of him that are afraid, but his head is so scrambled that his usual purpose is all that's shining through. When you're only sweet with him, though, he's... confused. The gentleness is appreciated and makes him feel warm in ways he's never felt before, but it's still new, strange, and almost uncomfortable.

Carla

With how fragile his body is, Carla is very worried about what someone as large and strong as you could do to him. He tries to be on his best behavior to prevent any fatal problems, but he's highly on edge because of the persistent stress. When you turn out to be nothing but kind to him, he almost doesn't believe it. Being held and cuddled is uncomfortable in how vulnerable it feels, but he knows better than to resist his owner's wishes.

Shin

From the very start, he's expecting the worst. Shin's bad attitude has put him in conflict with plenty of humans before, and he assumes that's how it'll go with you. And that you'll hurt him too. That assumption leaves Shin defensive— and all the more resistant when you're kind to him. Being held has him all but growling, furious that you'd "look down on him" in such a way. But even so, there are parts of him that kind of like the feeling of it.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Mukami Ruki #Mukami Kou #Mukami Yuuma #Mukami Azusa #Tsukinami Carla #Tsukinami Shin #Headcanon #Reader #Pet Au

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morifinwes · 4 years ago

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wangxian fic rec list!

aka in which i read fics, write some recs down for aamna and share them!! they're all wangxian fics and uhh @yibobibo i hope you'll like them!!

modern

wolf devours playboy bunny by @greenteafiend (5K, werewolf!lwj, getting together, idk if anyone needs to know that but there's nudity just not uhh explicit)

Lan Zhan has wanted Wei Ying as long as he has known him, and the worst part is that he thinks Wei Ying could want him back.

Too bad he could never in good conscience let himself go there—Wei Ying has a debilitating fear of all things canine, and once a month, Lan Zhan is the exact, precise thing that Wei Ying’s nightmares are made of.

Aka, Lan Zhan is a werewolf.

between the lines by @jywait (19K gaming au!!!, i'm always down for a good gaming au, lwj is the best aksks he's such a good boy)

☆yilingpatriarch☆: pls...give me some face, help me fight these monsters...I'm gonna die

Bluetooth: no.

"You have died." The screen said, and Wei Wuxian threw his hands up in frustration.

resonant frequencies by chinxe (15K, college au, fake dating au, tw mention of cheating but it's brief and no one was cheated on i promise)

In which Wei Wuxian decides that the best way to deal with being in love with Lan Wangji is to pretend to date him for three weeks.

It goes about as well as can be expected.

drift compatible by windoworwhatever (5K, poetry, fluff, drunkji, getting together, college au)

"It was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, university stipends for graduate students working in TA positions barely covered rent, bisexuals cuffed their jeans, Lan Wangji had a massive crush on Wei Wuxian, and spent his time pining and writing research papers about gay subtexts in ancient poetry."

Lan Wangji is in love with Wei Wuxian, and everybody knows, except Wei Wuxian.

the bunny next door by detailsinthefabric (43K, this is mostly fluff and very light angst, and they were neighbors!!!, rabbits!!, aka wangxian's bunny children, this is... so cute i just have to rec it)

Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…

“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”

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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

leading tone by silencemostofall (32K, everyone is a music student? or something like that akskk, curse fic, tw panic attacks, tw child abuse, small scene of drunkji, wwx has low self esteem, bro this was so painful to read)

The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.

Wei Ying has no marks at all.

public places, private thoughts by leahelisabeth (for the love of camelot) ( 8K, cherry magic au, getting together with like... immediate upgrade to fiance status, the author is wrong i crave good wangxian cherry magic aus even tho i haven't even watched cherry magic)

Wei Wuxian had heard the story of course. It had made its rounds through his high school and followed him into his college days. He didn’t think there was any possibility it was true. Virginity was a social construct, invented by creepy old men to exercise dominance over women. The idea that a simple lack of sexual activity before the age of thirty could give one magical powers was absolutely ludicrous.

Wei Wuxian believed this until the morning of his thirtieth birthday.

AKA the Wangxian Cherry Magic AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

i'd be all right (if i could see you) by @thirtysixsavefiles (16K, this was nice, i read this at 6am but it was cute, (while writing this post i must admit i don't remember anything but 6am-me said it's good))

The younger Lan brother is something of an enigma on campus; while Lan Xichen can sometimes be seen in the company of other graduate students or conducting a seminar, Lan Wangji appears to spend all his time in class or in the library. He doesn’t drink. He doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t attend social events. He doesn’t do anything for fun, as far as Wei Wuxian can tell, and it’s driving Wei Wuxian just a little bit up the wall.

Or, Wei Wuxian convinces Lan Wangji to come to a house party, and then they're assigned to the same group project. Wei Wuxian tries his best, but he is not in possession of all the facts.

axe on leg by itszero (4K, i still don't get why wwx did that but it was nice seeing him jealous for once, jealous!wwx, lwj i love you....)

Wei Wuxian pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. He paused to take a few deep breaths, partially hindered by the pillow, and listened to the sounds of Nie Huaisang slurping his iced coffee, from his seat on Wei Wuxian's desk chair.

Having caught his breath, he resumed his screaming and did not stop at the sound of his dorm room door opening.

"What's wrong with him?" He heard his brother, Jiang Cheng, ask.

The slurping stopped. "He's an idiot."

"He's always been an idiot. Why is he bothered about it now?"

"He forced Lan Wangji to go on a date," Nie Huaisang replied, shaking the ice cubes in his drink.

"Okay and…?"

"With someone else." The slurping resumed.

Wei Wuxian, in all his glorious dumbassery, convinces his boyfriend to go on a date with someone else.

these two most powerful by @stiltonbasket (4K, amnesia, wangxian with children!!!, aksksk this was adorable, dadji!!)

When Lan Wangji went to bed last night, he was alone in a tiny guest room with nothing but the howling of the wind in the mountains and his own lonely thoughts for company.

But when he opened his eyes in the morning, Wei Ying was asleep beside him.

(In which Lan Wangji loses twenty years' worth of memories after a night-hunt gone wrong, and his life as a doting father and husband continues without a hitch somehow.)

good things come to those who wait [but i ain't in a patient phase] by @cerlunas (4K, getting together, pining lwj)

Lan Wangji can't take it anymore.

“I love you”, he says, and god, it feels terrifying. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian starts, but Lan Wangji doesn’t want to hear it.

He grabs his cup and drinks everything. He doesn’t know what face Wei Wuxian is making at him right now, and it’s okay.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian repeats louder, but it’s too late. He is already falling asleep.

Or, even after 13 years, Lan Wangji is still in love with his best friend. Maybe it's time to open up.

wei ying, will you marry m- oh my god he swallowed the ring! by selene210 (2K, marriage proposals, crack, marriage proposals but.. they go wrong)

“A ring?”

And indeed it was. The ring Lan Wangji was going to propose to Wei Ying with. That the man had now choked on.

“You swallowed it.”

“It was in my soufflé! Why did you put a ring in my soufflé Lan Zhan- oh. oh”

of glittery valentine's cards by @soft-fics (3K, valentine's day, this was adorable aksk, a-yuan best boy!!)

Lan Zhan didn't want to know what his best friend had planned for Valentine's Day; his heart would simply not be able to handle it. When his son tells him that he made Wei Ying a Valentine's Day card, though, Lan Zhan decided to bring it over anyway.

of coffee and white tea by @soft-fics (9K, fluff, lwj doesn't like coffee, wwx buys him coffee, then they switch drinks, again and again and again, the staff ships it lmao, tbh jc shouldn't have done that like wtf)

For the fourth time this week a stranger orders him a cup of coffee. Lan Wangji wonders how exactly to tell this man to stop ordering him coffee he doesn't even like. Turns out, buying the other white tea and switching drinks is not the best way to go about it

canon setting

on the importance of restraint (or lack thereof) by nixthothou (4K, in which sizhui snaps, i love that boy, no like seriously he's the best boy)

Lan Sizhui does not usually find himself in the company of Sect Leader Jiang.

Suffice to say, Lan Sizhui's feelings toward him are conflicted.

lan wangji is wei wuxian's baby by lilycs (3K, i was craving fluff while reading this, lwj my beloved, drunk!lwj)

Lan Wangji gets drunk from barely a cup of alcohol, becoming a whiny baby and asking his husband for cuddles.

one of our own by glitteringmoonlight (8K, wei wuxian & lan sect, 5+1 things, in which they learn to love him, they're all part of the wwx protection squad lead by lwj, wangxian isn't the focus but !!! THIS)

Times change, but some people remain the same.

The Lans are nothing, if not aware of this.

For one of their own, they will stand against the world.

Or, 5 times the Lans defended Wei Wuxian, and the 1 time he was there to see it happen.

so why not crack your skull when the mind swells by @greenteafiend (13K, love curse, post cql canon, curses, getting together, fluff, so much fluff, lwj tries to talk about his emotions!, lwj pov)

Lan Wangji detects the curse trying to curl through his heart meridians like smoke. A love curse, then. It must have been cast remotely somehow to have found him in his bed in Cloud Recesses. No matter. Lan Wangji crushes it easily, enveloping it in his spiritual energy, and then squeezing. Curse averted, Lan Wangji closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. He thinks no more of it.

Two days later, Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses.

Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.

i started from the bottom / now i'm rich by x_los (57K, time travel, fix it, jealous lwj, crack treated serious, god this is so good tho, wwx/wrh & wwx/jgs but like as a joke and it doesn't really happen, but it has its purpose!!)

“First, you get the money. Then you get the power, respect - hos come last.”

Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.

Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees.

lead me on through by mrsronweasley (55K, they're in love your honor, arranged marriage but they don't know to whom, basically wwx & lwj want to practice kissing which then goes beyond kissing but not the whole way y'know, lxc the best wingman tho)

"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.

"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.

"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."

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senjuushi · 3 years ago

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Pet au F, Love1, Parume and Kirsch left in a box on a sideroad like "free unwanted gun"

In a way, it's a relief to be thrown out by the person who's done him so much damage. F doesn't like not having a home anymore, of course, but a part of him is grateful that he doesn't have to hurt now— if even for a little while. But just the same, he knows that nothing good is coming. Now that he's abandoned, all kinds of worse people could take him in next. His life could easily wind up even more painful and torturous than it was with his last owner.

Love1

He's immediately considering how to get out of this with the least possible damage. Even though being unwanted hurts, Love1 knows he has to think of a plan, and fast. Stray guns are bound to get into all kinds of horrible trouble, and especially as faulty as he is, nothing good will come of being on his own. He takes his time by the box to think, to come up with as many ideas as possible for how to solve this. And trying not to think of how scared he is.

Parume

As much as this situation is gonna be a mess, Parume is pretty confident that he'll figure it out. He's been through worse than being abandoned, so surely, he'll be fine now too. Still, there's something inherently painful about being thrown out by his owner, and he's absolutely considering all of the worst-case options. Staying by the box, for now, is a good idea, but if no one decides they want him... he's going to have to set off on his own.

Kirsch

From the time his owner leaves him there, he's sobbing and doesn't stop. Even though he knows better, a part of Kirsch still feels like if he cries for long enough, his owner will come back. There aren't any people around him, and that's almost more distressing. Being all alone is miserable. All he can think about is how no one will want him ever again, how he'll wind up in some awful shelter, and all kinds of other catastrophizing things.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #F #Love1 #Parume #Kirsch #Headcanon #Pet Au

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ask-a-vetblr · 4 years ago

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Hi vets! Can you please give me a veterinary perspective on "factory farms" [and if they deserve the negative reputation they get]?

vet-and-wild here.

Yes and no. I mean, everyone may have different opinions but here’s mine as a former farm laborer and Animal Science grad. Sorry this will be long, I have a whole lot of thoughts on this. “Factory farm” is honestly kind of a scary buzzword people use to describe any large farm, but a lot of times it’s just used as a blanket term for large scale farming rather than being owned by a company. The overwhelming majority of US farms are still family owned. Some of the really big farms have the newest technology to decrease their environmental impact and increase animal welfare (i.e. methane digesters, robotic milkers, etc) and end up being more efficient per pound of product produced. Some small farms have a handful of messy, stinky cows that only get seen by a vet when they’re already super sick. I’ve seen both. I’ve also seen small hobby farms where animals are treated like royalty and large scale farms that are messy and inefficient. BUT, doing anything large scale tends to lead to welfare issues (for both humans and animals) and sustainability issues. The state of animal agriculture in this country is a hot mess. Farmers have to produce massive quantities of cheap product to make a living. The problem isn’t that farmers are some evil animal haters that want to poison the planet, it’s that they literally can’t make a living without mass scale production. That needs to change. It’s bad for the farmers, their animals, and the environment. So go after legislators and corporations that allow this to happen, not poor farm laborers.

Animal welfare, particularly for production animals, was a huge part of my degree focus so that’s the area I’m most familiar with. There are obviously a whole bunch of other comments that can be made about environmental impact and human welfare conditions, but I’ll let someone who knows more than me talk about it. As part of my degree, veterinary training, animal welfare studies, and job experience, I’ve been on a lot of farms. Swine, poultry, dairy, beef, meat goat, dairy goat, meat sheep, dairy sheep, mink (fur), and camelid. I’ve been to organic, backyard, research, feedlots, tie-stall, free-stall, large scale, petting zoos, heritage breed, and every kind of imaginable in between privately owned farm. Even vegan farm animal sanctuaries. I’ve been in meat processing plants and have seen first hand what the processes is. So I’ve seen a lot. And you know what? They all have pros and cons. Back when I was in undergrad we were using the Five Freedoms of animal welfare to assess animals. The Five Freedoms are freedom from hunger and thirst, freedom from fear and distress, freedom to express natural behaviors, freedom from pain/injury/disease, and freedom from discomfort. Farms of any scale can meet those requirements, or fail horribly. Personally, I think confinement housing fails horribly, and that’s a practice generally associated with large scale farming. There are actual benefits (i.e. less inter-animal aggression, tailored nutrition, easier monitoring), but you very much take away freedom to express natural behavior and I would argue freedom from discomfort as well. And you know what? I try to be objective, but my personal feelings are that an animal should have enough room to turn around and not stand in their own waste. I don’t think that should be controversial. Animal agriculture is (for the most part) failing horribly with enrichment and ability to express natural behaviors, and that happens to be very important to me as an animal owner so I know I project that onto agriculture. Some species industries are better than others (i.e. dairy), while some are so far behind (i.e. poultry and swine). I’m not vegan or vegetarian. I don’t have a problem with eating meat, but I think the system needs drastic improvements.

People honestly tend to focus on issues that are not really big issues because showing videos of an animal not being knocked insensible before slaughter is much more gut wrenching than a pig without enrichment. But you know what? There are multiple behavioral and welfare issues with pigs not being provided adequate stimulation, including increased tail chewing (which is why pigs are tail docked), aggression, and stereotypic behaviors. Whereas the rate of successful 1st time stunning in processing plants is actually extremely high, and needs to be to pass inspections. PETA shows a video of dead piglets and it makes people outraged, but the issue isn’t animal abuse, it’s poor biosecurity that caused an outbreak of porcine epidemic diarrhea virus that has a near 100% mortality rate for young pigs. That is a real example. People should be upset. They should be upset that biosecurity protocols weren’t followed. But again, a video of a transport truck not being properly sanitized doesn’t really make for a good animal rights video. Public pressure is of course important for change, but people need to actually take the time to learn about what’s really an issue. Y’all can debate whether or not eating meat is ethical, but that’s not the question here, and it ignores the bigger picture. The fact is, there are animals alive right now and that will be born in the future that are harmed by a shitty system. Personally I’d rather focus on relevant welfare issues to improve their lives rather than comparing factory farming to genocide or whatever scare tactics animal rights groups are using nowadays.

Ferox here.

Following on from that note, comparing animal agriculture to genocide is a particular pet hate of mine. Genocide aims to kill and therefore eliminate a specific group of people, which animal agriculture has caused the populations of domestic animals to boom in far greater numbers than their wild counterparts. The goals are literally opposite.

As vet-and-wild was saying, using a blanket term like ‘factory farm’ isn’t super helpful when discussing animal welfare as it’s specific practices within each enterprise that need to be considered, eg dry sow stalls, debeaking, etc. Generally it’s animal density which concerns me, as the more animals you pack in together the more stress behaviours you see and the less natural behaviours, and chickens and pigs get the worst of this. But it’s hard to make a choice as a consumer purchasing food as you can’t backtrack that food from the supermarket to its origin easily so I can see why the discussion is often boiled down to ‘factory farm vs free range’ even if it’s really more nuanced than that.

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stuffthatbard · 4 years ago

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Good Puppy

Tags: Jaskier/Yennefer, Puppy Play, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Collars, Cock Cages, Butt Plugs, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Sub Jaskier, Dom Yennefer, Humiliation, Omorashi, Watersports, Breathplay, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Spooning, Consensual Kink

Ummmm prompts sitting in my inbox? What prompts haha

When Yennefer first suggested it, Jaskier thought she was kidding. Pretending to be a dog? Like a kid playing make-believe? He didn’t understand how anyone could find it arousing, but the idea did intrigue him, and so he agreed to try it out.

He hadn’t expected to like it quite this much, but something about the way she treated him—loving, yes, but somehow still beneath her—got him off like a rocket.

And even beyond that, beyond the fact that a sighed “Puppy,” could have heat curling in his gut immediately, he found that he quite liked the submission of it as well—whenever they played, he didn’t have to worry about anything. He only had to be a good boy and listen to her—or, if he was bad, to take his punishment. But he was rarely bad—pleasing her earned him praise that he desperately craved.

And one day, when they’re lying together in bed, sweat cooling on their bodies, Yennefer brings up something more. “What would you say,” she muses, fingers curling round his hair, “to being my puppy all the time?”

“All the time?”

“Only at home,” she amends herself. “The rest of the world doesn’t get to see you like this. Only I do,” she purrs, tugging at a lock of his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.

He bites his lip. It’s a daunting thought, but he can’t deny that he’s interested. “What would that mean?” he asks.

“The same rules would apply—you would always wear a collar, and you wouldn’t be allowed on the furniture, and you would sleep in your crate—unless you’ve been good and I let you join me in bed,” she says.

He hesitates.

“You can say no. We can keep doing this, only playing occasionally.” She pets a hand over his hair, inadvertently reminding him exactly why it is he loves this.

“I want to,” he blurts out. “I want to try it.”

Settling into life as her puppy is much easier than Jaskier thought it would be. The only challenge is this: When Yennefer is at work, and he’s left home alone, he can’t quite settle into the mindset. He supposes he doesn’t have to, not while Yennefer isn’t here. He can’t sink fully into being her puppy, but it feels wrong not to, and so he’s caught in a sort of in-between state, with all the desires of a human being and none of the restraint to stop himself from acting on them.

He doesn’t think twice about pleasuring himself while she’s gone—she won’t be home for hours yet, after all, and he’s so horny he could cry. Surely it won’t hurt much if he rubs one out, right? He has needs, after all, and if she’s not there to help him fill them, well…

He hops up on her bed, buries his face in the sheets that have her scent on them, and starts rutting against the mattress, thoughts of silken skin and sharp nails filling his mind. He’s close, so close, on the edge of coming—whimpering and gasping—

He hears the door open.

The shock of being caught by Yennefer summons his orgasm immediately, that wicked little exhibitionist streak he’s always had rearing its head. But it’s not as satisfying, ruined by the sudden thought that she’s seen him breaking the rules.

He stares at her, breathing heavily, and she stares back. He expects yelling, he expects her to grab his collar and drag him off the bed, berate him—he expects anything except what actually happens.

“Aw, did puppy make a mess?” she coos, walking over and dragging a finger through the cum painting the sheets. He whines, face burning in embarrassment, burying his face in the sheets so he doesn’t have to look at her.

“None of that now,” she says sternly, but her fingers are gentle when they scratch behind his ear. She coaxes him to lift his head, tugging gently at his collar until he looks at her. “It’s alright, I should have known you couldn’t control yourself.”

He perks up a bit—does this mean he’s not in trouble?

He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his punishment to come, but she doesn’t do anything that night. Is it a test? Is she leaving him waiting in anticipation, to make it all the more intense when it finally comes?

He’s almost forgotten about it by the time she comes home the next day—later than usual, and carrying a shopping bag, though from this angle, he can’t see what’s inside it. Curiosity is eating him up, but puppies can’t ask questions—and he’s determined be good for her, not wanting to remind her of his recent transgressions.

He greets her enthusiastically, nuzzling into the vee of her legs—maybe she’ll even let him apologize the way he knows best, until she’s shaking with pleasure.

She catches on immediately—of course she does. She’s a good owner, always knows what her puppy wants—though that doesn’t mean she gives it to him, of course. “Do you want to say sorry?” she asks, reaching down to pet his hair.

He whines and nods, eager to earn her forgiveness.

“Go sit on the bed,” she instructs, and he leaps to obey. He’ll show her just how good he can be, and secretly he hopes that he might be rewarded for it.

Antsy with anticipation, he fidgets in place, though he doesn’t dare get up and pace. She doesn’t make him wait long—she follows shortly after, carrying the same bag, which she sets aside. Though he’s burning with curiosity about what’s inside it—and whether it’s meant for him—his attention is pulled away by her shutting the door and beginning to strip, revealing skin that he’s itching to taste. If he had a tail, it would be wagging right now.

She climbs atop the bed and leans back against the headboard, looking every inch the regal queen despite—or maybe because of—her nudity. Her legs part, revealing a glimpse of her cunt, already starting to get wet.

As much as he wants to leap into action, kissing and licking, he’s been trained better than that. He waits until she pulls him in place with a finger hooked around his collar, nudging his head down, before he starts to lave his tongue over her.

His licks are sloppy, uncoordinated, but no lesser for his eagerness. Slick drips down his chin, mixing with drool as he salivates, relishing the taste of her sweet cunt.

After she shakes apart on his tongue once, walls clenching around nothing, she tugs him up by the collar, and he shifts his attention to her clit, licking and sucking until she’s moaning, legs trembling with another orgasm. He knows better than to stop, and returns to licking between her labia, dipping his tongue inside as she shudders.

He flutters his tongue, teeth just barely grazing her clit, and she grinds down, smothering him, though he doesn’t complain. He laps up the slick that gushes forth like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, licking her clean until, oversensitive, she pulls him away with two fingers hooked in his collar.

“Good boy,” she croons, once she catches her breath, and pulls him into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. “Apology accepted.”

His heart soars. He’s been forgiven, and he’s been good! He whines with pleasure, nipping gently at her lips until she pushes him away and sits up.

He watches as she leans over and pulls the bag closer—he’d forgotten, and his heart drops when he sees the first item she pulls out. “Oh, don’t be like that,” she coaxes upon seeing his face. “This is to help you be a good boy. You want to be good, right?”

He whines. He does want to be good, but this—a cock cage? Forget a reward, this is perhaps the worst punishment she could give him.

Will she ever allow him to come again? And what about—he gulps—what about when he needs to piss? He trusts her with his life, but not enough to trust that she won’t delight in making him squirm.

But he doesn’t stop her when she leans forward and fits it around his cock and balls, the cold metal making him flinch back. “Stop that,” she admonishes, flicking lightly at the head of his cock, and he yelps.

It’s a painful few minutes as she waits for his erection to go down enough to fasten the cage closed and lock it, tucking the key away. “There we go,” she coos. “Now we shouldn’t have any more accidents.”

He whines again.

“And,” she continues, “I have a treat for you.” He perks up as she pulls another item out of the bag—a tail plug, and his eyes go wide in arousal when he sees it.

She laughs, but not meanly. “Turn around and present.”

He does, holding his cheeks open the way she taught him to allow better access—and because ‘it makes such a pretty sight,’ according to her.

He jumps at the first press of a slick finger at his hole, but leans back into it as she works him open, little whimpers making their way out of his mouth. The plug slides in easily, popping past the tight ring of muscle and settling right up against his prostate. The fur of the tail brushes against the inside of his sensitive thigs, and it sends him half mad with sensation.

He feels a sudden sharp sting on his ass—she’s spanked him, just to see the way he yelps and clenches around the plug, yelping again when it drives the plug further in, pressing just so against his most sensitive spot.

He forces himself to settle, consciously relaxing his muscles and giving himself some relief. Experimentally, he wiggles his lower half, the tail swinging side to side, and earns an appreciative hum from Yennefer. “Do you like that, puppy?” she purrs. “I certainly do.”

He nods, turning around and nuzzling up against her thigh. She really is good to him.

“Wait until I show you the best part,” she says, rummaging around in the bag once more. Jaskier hears a small click, and then suddenly he feels the plug start to vibrate, forcing precum to weep out of his caged cock, which is valiantly trying to get hard again despite its bonds.

His fingers scrabble against the sheets, trying in vain to find something to cling to as he rides the waves of vibrations. He whines, thrusting his hips forward into the sheets by instinct, but he can’t get any stimulation on his poor caged cock. His desperate humping is as useless as his cock is now.

He buries his face against her leg, whining still, and she takes pity, switching the vibrations off. “I’ve put you through a lot tonight, I know,” she murmurs, petting his hair. “We’ll play with that later.”

He remains frustrated and unsatisfied until he falls asleep, but he’s at least grateful to be forgiven and even allowed a place in her bed.

When he wakes up the next morning, he expects Yennefer to take the cage off. Maybe this was just a brief punishment, a test, and she’ll let him come since he’s been so good.

But she just laughs at his hopeful look—“Silly puppy. This is for your own good, remember?”—and leaves it on. And to make matters worse, he knows that she’s going to be busy all day today—she’ll be home, but most likely locked away in her office while she works.

The sole consolation is that she won’t have the time to torture him with pleasure, something she delights in doing whenever they’re home together. But she won’t be giving him any attention, either.

He dozes for a bit, whiling away the morning, until he gets too bored and goes searching for anything else to do. He would jerk off, but, well, that’s not an option anymore. He considers going to bother Yennefer, but even before thinking about it he knows it’s a bad idea. And he’s trying to be good, after all.

It’s around noon when the urge to pee gets really bad. He’s been holding it all morning, ignoring the steadily-growing urge, but it’s truly undeniable now. Hanging his head, he goes over to her office, scratching at the door to get her attention. The door doesn’t open, though. Heart clenching, he whines, knowing that she’ll be angry with him for disturbing her, but he’s desperate at this point—good boys don’t have accidents, after all, and he’s perilously close to one.

His bladder is straining, almost as if he can feel the piss sloshing around inside. After a wave of need hits him particularly hard, his hands fly down to his cock, squeezing as firmly as he can despite the cage in the way. He needs to go.

He starts to cry, tears of frustration and desperation falling down his face, hiccupping whines making their way out of his mouth. “Jaskier, stop whining. I’m busy,” Yennefer calls from the other side of the door.

So she knows he’s there, and she won’t come to help. Jaskier knows, then, with absolute certainty, that he’s going to piss himself. He’s going to piss right here, right on the floor, through his cage, and it’s going to get everywhere, and Yennefer is going to be mad, and—

He’s peeing before he can even finish the thought, hot piss hissing against the bars of the cage, dribbling onto the floor into a hot puddle, soaking his legs. The relief is great, but it’s overpowered by the intense guilt and shame of the action. He’s pissing on the floor. Like an untrained puppy.

Though his eyes are squeezed shut, he hears the door to the office open. He whines, not meeting her eyes, shoulders hunched up.

“Bad puppy,” she admonishes—the exact words he feared. “What have I told you about making a mess?”

He whines, but it’s cut off as she wraps a finger around his collar and pulls him after her. He rushes to catch up, limbs uncoordinated, weak with relief and heavy with dread. She drags him to the bathroom, has him clamber into the tub, and turns the faucet on full blast. He yelps, the water stinging his skin—at least she’s using warm water, rather than cold. It’s still not something he was expecting, and he’s left dripping but clean in the aftermath.

She towels him dry, rough but not painful, except for when she tweaks his nipples or yanks at a strand of hair or tugs at his tail. He stifles his yelps, though, not wanting to anger her more, even as she clicks her fingers at him to follow her to the bedroom.

He makes as if to jump up on the bed, but one stern glance from her has him reconsidering. Right. Only good boys are allowed on the furniture. He sits at her feet, head bowed, waiting for his punishment.

She bends down and brushes a finger under his chin, lifting until his eyes meet hers. “How can I help you learn this lesson, hm?” she asks, thumb stroking his lips. “I don’t think pain will work—you’re too eager for it,” she mocks. “But pleasure, well—my dirty little hedonist, I think I can teach you about too much of a good thing.” She leans in close, her breath mingling with his. “I’m going to make you mess your cage until you run dry.”

She switches the vibrating plug on. He sucks in a breath, hips jerking forward and almost touching her leg, but he wrestles himself back under control. Don’t make a mess, he coaches himself, his hips twitching as if to drive himself back further upon the vibrator. She laughs delightedly. “Good boy, you’re learning already.”

He whimpers, caught between the dual pain of his flesh pressed against the cage and the pleasure of her praise and the wonderful vibrations. With the plug pressed directly against his prostate, he’s rapidly barreling towards an orgasm—except his cock is kept forcefully soft, weeping through the bars and pooling on the floor. He whines upon seeing it and, without a second thought, leans down to lick up his mess.

Her hand comes down in his hair, at first caressing, but then she shoves him down, nose ground against the floor. “That’s right. Clean up the mess you’ve made,” she says, not letting him up until every drop has been licked clean.

The vibrations keep rocketing through him, assaulting his every nerve. He bites his lip, feeling an impossible orgasm approach. Even confined in a cage, he can feel it building, building, until it overtakes him in a wave, dragged out of him in a slow oozing drip. He pants, riding it through, his panting turning into a steady whine as the plug doesn’t stop.

His oversensitive nerves jump with every sensation, his fingers curling into fists, sweat beading and dripping down his skin. He risks a glance up at Yennefer, silently begging her to stop, but she just raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to be good, puppy?” she asks, and he does, he does want to be good, but it’s almost painful now, a second orgasm forcing its way through his body.

He’s right on the edge—but he still needs something to push him over, something to pull him through the wall of oversensitivity and bring him to ecstatic pleasure. He gets it in the form of her sharp nails pricking at his skull, yanking his head up, and her other hand tugging at his collar and twisting. He gasps, air cut off, hands coming to scrabble at his neck, eyes rolling back in his head—and comes like a fucking fountain, cum spurting between the bars of his cage, all the blood rushing from his head, stars filling his vision.

He slumps down, gasping in a breath as she releases his collar, her deceptively strong arms catching him before he can fall into the puddle beneath him. She lifts him up and places him in bed—like a good puppy, his hazy mind tells him—and he slowly comes back to the feeling of her scritching her nails lightly behind his ear in the way that always drives him mad with pleasure, and the sound of her murmuring praises.

“Good boy, Jaskier, you were so good for me,” she coos, and he feels her jostle the cage between his legs. His eyes shoot open and he scrambles backwards with all the urgency his lazy limbs can manage. He can’t handle anything more right now, not with his poor wrung out cock so sensitive. His safeword is on the tip of his tongue when she speaks.

“I’m taking it off, that’s all,” she promises, and he settles down, letting her unlock it and ease it gently off, noting with a whimper the dark lines the cage has gouged into his flesh. “Oh, poor thing.”

Next is the tail plug, and he knows not to jerk back from the slight tug at his stretched rim. There’s a brief flash of too-much as the widest part of the plug exits, followed by the alien feeling of his hole gaping around nothing, fluttering weakly in the plug’s wake.

“Lovely,” Yennefer praises, looking at his hole as if she’d like nothing more than to devour him. Mercifully, she leaves well enough alone, and nudges him over until she can fit on the bed next to him, pulling him into her arms. He goes with a happy sigh, glad his punishment is over and basking in her closeness. “Good boy,” she praises him one last time before sleep claims him. He really does love being her good puppy.

#stb fic #stb yenskier #stb jaskier #stb yennefer #stb omo #stb roleplay

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normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke · 4 years ago

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What no one tells you about owning a cat

So spooky season is approaching and you'll probably see me post some pictures of my adorable black cat Piggy. And you may think to yourself "I think I would like a cat" to which I would usually say "you should get one, they're the best pets!" But I'm going to break my usual cat propaganda to get down to the unpleasant stuff you have to expect as a cat owner. (Note: most of these are worst-case scenarios, but they took me off guard as a cat owner so I want to prepare others).

They are NOT low-maintenance animals. They're medium-maintenance, I would say. When one of my cats isn't knocking things off the shelves, the other is pushing her back into my face begging to be pet. If you have a cat, your life is going to become a lot more full of cat. Don't expect them to just chill all day and not bother you unless you want to pet them.

They get bored easily. This goes along with the above one. Some very lazy cats won't want to play at all. Some cats can entertain themselves. But most cats want to be played with. They want you to move the laser pointer or throw the ball or wiggle the string. Cats are natural hunters so toys that move offer more appeal. Some cats may prefer to get their exercise in the form of traveling, in which case you'll need cat trees and/or a leash to walk them on. Remember to get specifically a cat harness, dog harnesses and collars can slip off or injure your cat.

Any cat can be a sick cat. "But my cat is a mutt cat from a shelter which means they're super healthy" no. "But my cat is from a super good breeder so they've been screened for all health problems" also no. Cat genetics are as confusing and random as human genetics. While you can up your odds of getting a healthy cat by shopping or adopting responsibly, you have to be prepared, financially and emotionally, to deal with a sick animal. And look, I'm not even talking about something major like diabetes or kidney disease or cancer. Piggy can from under a shed and ate trash for the first 6 months of her life, but when I brought her home she developed gastrointestinal problems, ear infections, and a persistent rash on her throat. Poor thing is allergic to gluten and chicken, both of which were in the food she was eating. We had to buy a few expensive bags of fancy allergen-free cat food to figure it out. You have to be in good enough financial straits to be able to run a few tests if your cat starts acting funky.

Sending them in for any procedure is terrifying. When Piggy went in for her spay I was so exhausted from the stress that I ended up falling asleep for a few hours while we waited and had more than one dream of getting a call that she had died in surgery. And that was knowing the low risk of complications for spaying. You'll likely need to see your cat through at least one major procedure in their life (spay/neuter if nothing else) and it will be the worst few hours of your life.

Their poop and pee is disgusting. Sorry, it needs to be said. Cat pee is one of the top 10 worst smells imo.

On the subject of gross, you will clean up cat bodily secretions off your floor. Vomit, poop, pee, it happens. Whether they're sick or just miss the litter box, it falls on you to clean it up.

You will get scratched. This is a fact of owning a cat. And you will not get them declawed because that's a horribly cruel procedure that's outlawed in most developed countries. Those little claw caps can help, but they're not super practical in the long run. The best advice is to wash out your scratches and dab a little neosporin on them if they bleed. It's not very common, but if a scratch swells/bruises/looks gross in general it might be good to check in with a doctor to make sure there's no infection.

You have to be prepared to let go when the time comes. The hardest part about owning a cat is not owning a cat anymore. Unfortunately, this leads to people clinging to their cats at the expense of the cat's suffering. If you believe your cat can be saved and your vet is pushing euthanasia, it's absolutely within your rights to get a second opinion. But if every vet you see is saying there's nowhere to go but the rainbow bridge, it's probably time. I found it was extremely comforting to hold my cat Shy when it was time to have her put down. She loved being held and it gave me peace to know that she was as comfortable as I could make her. However, it's understandable if you want to remember your pet alive and well. Vets offer comfort and love to pets who are passing, your cat won't be alone or uncared for. I recommend trying to make end-of-life decisions far in advance so you don't have to stress at the last second.

Feel free to add anything else that you didn't expect about being a cat owner!

#cats #cat

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spookyboywhump · 4 years ago

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Hehehehe more collaring content with Cain

CW: Collars, shock collars, pet whump, dehumanization

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The collar got on his nerves quickly. So far he’d only taken it off to shower but Nicholas always made sure he put it back on. He couldn’t stand the constant weight around his throat, but he remembered the pain of the whipping all too clearly. He told himself to just tolerate it for now, until he could find a way out, but his patience was wearing thin and his already short temper was getting worse and worse.

What finally made him snap was being told to kneel. Three days had passed since he’d been collared and he had been trying so hard to be careful, to do what Nicholas said without much trouble, but this seemed to be his limit.

“I’m not fucking doing this!” He snapped, jumping to his feet.

“Darling-“

“No!” He fumbled with the clasp to the collar, getting it off and tossing it aside. “I’m-I’m not your darling, I’m not your pet, and I want out!” He yelled at him. Nicholas sighed, getting to his feet.

“I thought we were past this.” He said, approaching Cain, who flinched and backed away.

“I’m serious, Nicholas. Let. Me. Go.” He demanded.

“Why?” He asked calmly.

“What?”

“Why should I let you go?” He took another step towards him. “Do you really think that’s a good idea? Your mutts escaped and you really want to risk having to pay for what you did to them?” He laughed. “Darling, I’m doing you a favor by keeping you here.”

“You’re not doing me any favors by treating me like an animal!” He snapped.

“And why should I treat you as anything else?” Cain tried to back away further but his back hit the wall, Nicholas placing his hands on either side of his head, trapping him there. “You aren’t good for much else, you should consider yourself lucky I want to keep you at all.” Each word stabbed into him, more insults designed to break him into submission. The worst part was that it was working, he found the fight leaving him as he slumped against the wall.

“I-I just…” He didn’t know what to say to defend himself, a part of him knew, Nicholas was right.

“See? I can tell you know it’s true. Stop throwing this fit of yours and let’s get you collared again.”

“I don’t want that fucking collar…” He murmured, a weak attempt to remain defiant.

“Oh no, not that collar.” He said, confusing Cain. He suddenly grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him away from the wall. “No, you got that off far too easily, you need something different.” He said, the implications making his blood run cold. Nicholas dragged him upstairs, he had no choice but to stumble along to try and avoid any further punishment.

“Kneel.” He ordered when they got to the room. This time, Cain obeyed. He watched as Nicholas got a box from the closet, kneeling down and setting the box in front of him. “I don’t trust you to keep your collar on for now so you need something more secure.” He said, Cain staring nervously into the box. There were several leather collars inside, a familiar silver band, and a soft pink collar that looked more like a ribbon, a bell hanging off it. Out of curiosity, he picked it up, mostly in hopes of distracting from the silver one. “That one belonged to my Doll, I had him some time before I had you of course.” He said casually.

“What… what happened to him…?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh, he wasn’t much fun once he was broken in. I gave him away, I hear his new owner greatly enjoys him.” He said, and Cain shuddered. He didn’t want to be broken or given away, he just wanted to be let go. “Enough about that though, *this* is the collar you need.” He said, he lifted the silver band from the box and Cain immediately scrambled back.

“You fucker!” He said without thinking. “You’re doing this on purpose!” He snapped.

“Of course I am, because you decided to take your collar off.”

“You didn’t have to choose that one!” He snapped. He’d worn one like it before, he knew the only way to get it off was with the same remote that triggered it.

“I did though. If you’d kept your collar on it wouldn’t have come to this.” He said, coming closer when he tried to back away. With Cain on the floor already it was easy for Nicholas to get on top of him, straddling his hips. Cain tried to shove his hands away but Nicholas easily caught his wrists in his hand, pinning them above his head. “Really darling, you know how easy that is.” He laughed, Cain growling angrily in response. He was able to get the collar around his throat, letting go of his hands to secure it shut. He finally got off him and Cain scrambled away, pushing himself into a corner away from Nicholas.

“Please-Please don’t…” He whimpered, but Nicholas didn’t listen, snatching up the remote to the collar as he got to his feet. “Please, Nicholas-“ He started, but he pressed the button, Cain’s hands flying to the collar as he screamed. The shock only lasted a moment but it scared him more than it hurt, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared up at Nicholas, who simply smiled at him.

“I should’ve done this to start with, but now that you have a *proper* collar, I suppose I should begin your actual training, hm, puppy?” He said, and all Cain could do was sob.

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dixbolik-lovers · 4 years ago

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hi cutiee! <3 I wondered how the pet AU Sakamaki boys would react if their owner begins to treat them with lewdness (provocative touches, suggestive smiles, etc), however, he/she does not allow them to have sex with himself/herself and reprimands them if they are the ones who come on to him/her~

Shuu

He doesn’t want to care. Being afraid of what his owner can do to him is the way to get hurt all the more, and Shuu fully intends to remain apathetic and avoid that. But the more you grope and toy with him, the more anxious and shaken he becomes. He does not want to be used like his brother was. The fact that you don’t want him to reciprocate is somewhat reassuring, but it doesn’t really change how awful it is that you’re handling him sexually. It’s just another miserable thing to live with.

Reiji

At first, it makes him panic. That kind of role is the last thing Reiji wants. He’s meant to be a companion, not a slave used only for pleasure, so the threat of being reduced to such a rank is terrifying. He’s clearly on-edge when you treat him in those ways, and he’s not likely to try to reciprocate at all. It’s a small comfort that you don’t want him to return the sexual behavior that you direct at him... but it still frightens Reiji that you’re hinting at assigning him to another use at all.

Ayato

Not only is Ayato scared to be used that way, he also has no idea how to reciprocate, in the first place. He’s completely ignorant about how it works for a vampire to be used for sex, and if anything, that makes him all the more anxious. When his clumsy attempts to return your behavior are reprimanded, he’s all the more confused. Why would you be touching him like you do if that isn’t what you want? He doesn’t know how to process your behavior or what he’s supposed to do to be good.

Kanato

When you first start treating him lewdly, Kanato is very, very scared. He’s seen first-hand what happens to the vampires who are used in that way, and he doesn’t want to wind up in the same situation. But what his owner says is absolute. Playing along is all he can do... right up until you turn out not to want that at all. It doesn’t make sense that you’d want the sexual contact to be so one-sided, and yet, it’s bittersweetly reassuring that you don’t expect him to come onto you in response to your actions.

Laito

He’s expecting that kind of thing from the very beginning. Laito knows what his purpose is, so being handled in perverted ways is no surprise. The part that confuses him is that you won’t let him reciprocate. It would have made sense if you wanted him to be just as seductive and flirtatious in return. Being expected to take what you do and never return the same attitude is just... odd. But it’s not the worst thing that could happen, so Laito resigns himself to accepting whatever you do to him.

Subaru

Nope, nope, nope. He practically panics the first time you try to touch him sexually, which probably just gets him in trouble for being uncooperative. Subaru has a hard time accepting lewd behavior directed at him. He gets scared and flustered way too easily, and is terrified of what you might end up doing to him. He’s not the type to try to reciprocate at all, so you reprimanding him for trying isn’t likely to happen.

Kino

While scared of what might wind up happening to him, Kino will definitely try to return the behavior. It’s clearly what you want from him... right? When those attempts only get him scolded, he’s confused and on edge. What is he supposed to do? Just take it quietly? What you’re doing doesn’t make any sense, and it means that the threat of being reassigned to a different sort of role is always hanging over his head. The stress will get to him more and more as time goes by and nothing changes.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Kino

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lupismaris · 4 years ago

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sorry you’re feeling so crappy 😔 i hope you feel better soon!!

if you’re feeling up to it, maybe silverflinthamiltons on a lake or beach vacation?

SILVERFLINTHAM LAKESIDE HOLIDAY PART 1 with a surprise! and another segment to follow because this is them arriving to the lake!

(this got long so most of it will be under the cut.)

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It was summer.

Summer meant blistering asphalt and bags of trash stewing on the curb each morning. Hazy sunlight blinding the street, dark cavernous pockets of shade where the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees, but the air stayed stale and suffocating all the same. It meant too many people and too much noise and parties in the park that never seemed to end, one just replacing another in an endless cycle of hedonism, and bottles of chilled wine and cheap beer sweating on the fountain walls. It meant long dinners and longer lunches, ice cream trucks and Italian ice carts on opposite corners of the street carrying on an old world rivalry. It meant golds and blues and lush greens wherever your eyes happened to fall, be it on a back alley garden or storefront window display.

Silver loved summer.

He loved the warmth and the sprawling picnics and the baring of skin and the feral energy of a child free from school amplified to suit a city of millions and the heady summer storms that shook the glittering skyline in a kind of holy cleanse. He loved the summer fruits and the sweet aperitifs and the old school white linen shirts and open fire hydrants flooding the streets and the neon lights reflecting in the puddles left behind, still evaporating in the hot night, giving the whole world an ethereal glow.

Though he had to admit it was always better spent on a beach with a frosted drink and not a goddamn thing to do. But, if a beach couldn’t be procured, a big, cool, well air conditioned house that was paid for by someone else was an excellent alternative. His sister’s condo in Chelsea for instance was an excellent place to waste away a summer on parties and sun bathing and a private pool that no one else seemed to have the time to use. He had spent several summers with Max that way, even once the Rangers had become part of the picture, if Silver was on the east coast for the summer, he would drop in and waste away a while.

Now though, it looked like summers were going to be spent in Brooklyn, in the big cool townhouse that Thomas had paid for, with the truly miraculously internal air con that was always kept at a balmy 65 degrees from May to October, and with very little to do outside of whatever suited his fancy on any given day. Oh and sex, a lot of sex. This would be the first summer in a very long time where he could not only allow himself a libido, but he could also satiate it.

Silver was thoroughly content with the new circumstances.

He was less content however, with how the summer months, or maybe just the summer months in the city, seemed to bring out the worst in people as frequently as it did the best.

Flint, for example, did not handle summers as well as Silver did. In part it was due to the heat and the sun and the weird smells coming off the steamy side walks, and Silver understood Flint’s frustration with all that, he truly did. But summer also meant more tourists and more people going out for a good time, more people starting brawls in bars and fights in the street and parties spilling over from one bar to the next, or worse packs of bigots making the rounds and harassing whomever they find, everything the working class service folks of the city dreaded- in short, Flint’s stress levels seemed to just rise with the temperature. And considering an average day in July might easily crack 100, Silver was starting to get a tad worried.

“Is it like this every summer?” Silver had asked one Friday morning in June.

The kitchen was soft with the morning sunlight, Thomas in his silk night shirt and robe as he perused the menu for the cafe on the corner, Silver fixing them each an espresso.

“To a point yes. You know how James is about control,” Thomas said with a fond smile, “when he’s at his best he can combat every threat to his sovereignty without so much as flinching. But the summer gets to him, makes him a bit of a wolf in a cage, so to speak.”

“Was he worse in Manhattan?” the buildings sometimes reminded Silver of a cell block, the slivers of sunlight cutting through as hot as cattle prods.

“Much. Hal has tried talking him into not working as much in the summer, but you know how he is, can’t be told anything once he’s got his mind made up. Not to mention he’s never been good at simply existing. There always has to be purpose in it, work to be done, fields to plow and what not.”

Silver huffed a laugh and brought Thomas’ espresso over, feeling a sense of warmth at the notion that he and Thomas were able to share this, to share flint and all his eccentricities.

“I’m sure a man as clever as you thought of some way to keep his blood pressure down, hm?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Thomas took the espresso cup without looking away from the menu. He set it aside and pulled Silver in, kissing him sweetly in thanks. Ah, that was also a nice thing to share with Thomas, Silver reminded himself.

“Oh I came up with a few ideas, pet. How about we order breakfast, and I’ll tell you about them.”

By Friday, the three of them were packed into Flint’s old Range Rover heading upstate for two weeks of holiday bliss. It had taken multiple phone calls to Gates to make sure the bar would in fact be alright while Flint was gone and to make sure he barred Flint from being within a dozen yards of The Walrus once it closed on Thursday night. It had also taken coaxing, convincing, bartering, and eventually outright bribery with sex to get Flint to stop scowling about the idea of being away from his “ship” for longer than a weekend. There had been other phone calls as well, placed by Thomas in the early hours of the morning when he thought he was the only one awake. When asked about them he just waved the questions away with a mild, “oh just a little extra surprise for James thats all” and Silver did his best to trust him.

It was a five hour drive from the house in Brooklyn to the house on Lake Cayuga that Thomas had purchased during his recovery, to he and Flint would have a quiet place to heal and make up for lost time without the strain of the city grating on them. Silver had never been upstate, his various clients had always preferred houses in the Hamptons, but from the photos it was a cozy little cottage style house right on the shore, a couple bedrooms, an airy kitchen, lush garden, and a private pier that stretched out into the lake. There was also apparently a boat, a little hybrid sailboat of polished wood and deep blue paint, the name Ariel written in careful golden script. Silver wanted to ask whether Flint had bought it or built it, because he was the kind of high strung man to just build a boat from scratch instead of buying one or scheduling extra therapy. But the scowl on his face as they tucked the suitcases into the trunk told him it wasn’t worth the teasing. Not yet anyway.

Flint insisted on driving the whole five hours himself, scowling silently behind the wheel as he drove them through miles of lush farmland, leaving Thomas and Silver to chat about what they might do once they get settled in. There was plenty of hiking, though Thomas was worried the gorges might be tricky for Silver’s regular prosthetic, ample water falls and countless parks to explore. Lots of quaint small towns with seafood shacks and local fare and more wineries than even Thomas knew what to do with. And of course, most importantly, there was the lake.

Flint kept his silence till the last hour of the ride, the scowl firmly set on his jaw. Silver and Thomas had switched seats so Thomas could stretch out and nap in the back seats, leaving Silver to try and coax a smile out of his partner. Not that he had to do much. As the car climbed yet another rolling hill, Silver watched the horizon, his hand in Flint’s, trying to figure out whether the deep blue streak that had suddenly appeared was a dark patch of sky.

It wasn’t, for the record.

Silver frowned and turned to Flint, planning to ask if it was the lake and exactly how big was said lake- but the question died well before he could even open his mouth.

The scowl was gone, dropped from Flint’s face and replaced by the softest look of wonder Silver had ever seen on the man, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, making his mustache twitch. It was as if something had hooked its line into Flint’s chest and was slowly reeling him in, his whole body sitting straighter, the tension in his shoulders bleeding out until he was leaning into the steering wheel. His hand even held tighter to Silver’s, an unconscious need to keep himself tethered maybe, or to keep Silver close.

“Is that the lake?” Silver managed to ask with a soft smile of his own.

“Yeah. We’ll be at the cabin in half an hour.”

They got there in twenty minutes, not that anyone was actually counting.

The lake stretched out before them, a sea of deep blues and aquamarines, glittering with the hot late June sunlight that danced across it’s surface. It’s shores were patched with wildflowers and thick thatches of wood, little clusters of cabins and boat houses, who’s owners were out skipping across the surface like dragon flies on their small boats and kayaks. The afternoon air was hazy and sweet, the whole scene a postcard from the mythical summers of memory that everyone aspired to, bird song and the low hum of the radio escorting them along the final stretch of route 90. Flint pulled them down a narrow side road, passing a few comfortably sized homes with ample space between them, until they reached the dead end of the street, and the little cottage Silver had seen in the photos, with the shadow of the pier dark across the water, and the Ariel waiting like a loyal dog in her berth.

“Oh good,” Thomas said with a yawn, finally pulling himself back into a sitting position and stretching, as Flint pulled the car into the drive alongside what looked like a rental car. “I was starting to think we were lost.”

Silver looked back at him, ready to tease about old men and naps, but Thomas was looking down at his phone, his fingers quickly switching on the stop watch. “Thomas what-”

The range rover lurched to a sudden stop as Flint hit the brakes and Silver had to cling to the seat to keep himself upright. Thomas seemed completely unfazed, draped across the back seat in his half buttoned linen shirt and designer sunglasses, watching with an air of fond expectation as Flint threw on the parking brake and booked it from the car, leaving the engine running.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Silver asked.

Thomas laughed and reached around the driver’s seat to shut the car off. “Exactly what I expected him to do, though I’ll admit I expected him to at least properly stop the car first.”

“What? Thomas- oh my god he’s going in the lake?” Silver asked, watching as Flint cleared the back fence and striped off his shirt, leaving it on the lawn as he kept moving towards the pier. His boots, socks, and jeans followed, barely breaking his quick stride to strip them off.

“Last time it took him a whole ten minutes to get into the water,” Thomas said, helping Silver, who was too busy staring in shock at the sight of his stern and stoic partner racing across the back patio like a child, from the car. “He might clear five minutes this time.”

A few more quick strides and Flint dove from the end of the pier, breaking the surface of the lake with a thunderous sound and disappearing into the blue.

“He’s in the lake,” Silver said.

Thomas hooked their arms together, the two of them walking leisurely across the lawn. “Every visit, the first thing he does is go to the water. It’s even more dramatic when it’s the ocean, maybe I’ll book us a house on the coast next month.”

“More dramatic than stripping down to his boxers in the back yard?” he asked.

The back lawn of the house was a mix of a large patio and and a short green, with a fire pit and a grill, a small dining table and some cozy chairs, and what silver hoped was a hot tub. A woman was stretched out on one of the long beach chairs in a deep green bikini, her dark hair cut short and a magazine across her lap, though she was watching the water, where Flint had just resurfaced for a moment before diving again.

“Miranda?” Silver called, aware that Thomas was beaming behind him but not at all surprised to see his ex wife. That explained the phone calls, and the rental car out front.

“I believe our husband is in the lake my dears,” Miranda called with a laugh, getting up to come greet them. “God he’s like a little boy at a swimming hole.”

“I’d ask how you got here but that seems almost silly,” Silver said, letting her pull him into a tight hug. They had taken to each other from the first, which had left Thomas and Flint a little uneasy. Miranda’s humor matched his, her wit sharp and familiar, and Silver had learned very quickly why Flint and Thomas were both still in love with her. He wasn’t far from it himself.

“Thomas called, said James needed an intervention,” She said, letting him go to kiss Thomas hello and hug him tight. “I’m on break from teaching this summer and the fall concert season hasn’t started yet, could I come out and join you for a couple weeks? Which was a silly question, I was buying a ticket the moment he suggested it.”

Thomas kissed the top of her head, smiling brightly. “I had hoped you might be his surprise before he jumped in the lake, I’m sorry my dear.”

Silver watched them, feeling a bit dizzy. They were were a perfect pair, Miranda dark and elegant under Thomas’ arm, the cool dusk sky to Thomas’ golden hour sun.

“Don’t be, I’ll go down to him, maybe join him in the water for a bit.” She kissed his cheek, then Silver’s. “There’s some snacks laid out in the kitchen and dinner will be delivered in a couple hours, why don’t you get the bags inside and then come join us. Maybe we can even take Ariel out before dinner.”

“Oh now there’s an idea,” Thomas agreed, moving to go back and fetch the bags from the car. “Tell our husband we’ll join you in a moment. If you can manage to get him up for air.”

Miranda laughed, a bright sunny sound that always reminded Silver of how she played piano, and made her way down to the pier. He watched as she sat down on the edge of the pier, as the surface of the water broke and Flint emerged, staring up at her in shock. Silver heard her laughing, saw her reach out and watched as Flint reached up and pulled her into the lake with a joyful shout of her name. They were lost for a moment to the water, kicking up waves as Flint held her tight and danced them around, clumsy and free. Behind him Silver could hear Thomas laughing, felt his hand as it came to rest warm and sure on his lower back, pulling him in close, as he said something about wishing they’d gotten that on film.

For Silver, it was one of those moments where suddenly he remembered what all those old love songs were written about. He understood it.

And it was finally his.

#my fic #black sails modern au #silverflinthamilton #jamie's fic prompt fills #@halewoods #john silver #james flint #thomas hamilton #miranda hamilton #i truly love this one and am already working on the next segment which will i hope be smutty as well as soft and sappy

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CW: Descriptive torture; mentions of body fluids; finger whump; whipping; branding; deshumanization; conditioning; pet/slave whump; creepy whumper; mentioned human trafficking; stress position; restraints; panic attacks; mentioning death/wishing for death.

It’s probably the goriest one I’ve written yet, so viewer discretion is advised and read content warning(?)

I think I’ll stop hurting poor baby Haru for a while after this, I’m almost feeling bad about it. And honestly mr. generic whumper here is so evil it’s boring;

He was curled up against a white, familiar wall, waiting for hell to break loose.

He had spent the night walking around the city, cold, hungry and lost. People stared at him weird, because he was disgusting and worthless.

And the more he walked the more he got lost, and all he wanted as to go back… Back to before he had done what he did.. He had run away… One of the worst offenses he could have ever committed. Useless, stupid, stupid.

It was already early morning when he saw one of the Black Coats, tall and scary, all dressed in the uniform of people he remembered so well. People who worked with… With taming and selling… those like him, who should never, ever be considered people.

He ran up to the scary person, and instinctively grabbed the side of their coat, wide eyed and desperate, pleading blue eyes. They took one look at him and looked at his collar with the contact for his owners.

The person thought he was lost and led him to the facility. Well he… He was a runaway. But telling that to the handler wouldn’t help him on any way, it would only make that handler treat him worse... And look at him with disappointment.

He knew he deserved every bit of it… But he wasn’t even sure he would survive what was planned as his punishment once he was............... home. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to survive.

He missed being in the facility. It was… familiar. It was also safer than he had ever felt at that mansion. He would never have dared escape the facility, he wouldn’t even want to. Where would he even go?

So he crawled up to the corner, hugging his knees, tired and scared. He tried to sleep, but the anxiety was too much. All he could do was cry, bracing against the comforting familiarity of those walls.

…But soon they came to take him back.

The same handler opened the cell, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the main hallway. He lifted his pale blue eyes just for a moment, just to see Young Master’s face. He was… calm, and smiling.

He lowered his head immediately, as the handler threw him to his knees and removed the muzzle. Master gave him a deadly glance, while he signed off the papers and paid the retrieval fee.

Part of him had prayed Young Master decided to give up on him and just… Let him be sold again.

But he knew he wouldn’t get off this one so easily.

…It was raining outside. He went for the trunk, but Master held his arm and pointed.

“…Go on the passenger’s sit” That calm, gentle tone was unfamiliar and dangerous. He shivered, but obeyed. He couldn’t be stupid and do things worse for himself. He looked upwards, trying to prevent the tears from falling, almost choking to swallow the sobs. He wished he had been kept muzzled.

Young Master turned the radio on, cheerfully humming the tune. He curled up on the car sit, not even interested in looking outside. He just wanted so bad to disappear. He was expecting Young Master to be screaming, furious, like he always was… But seeing him smiling like that was more terrifying than anything.

“You want to speak, little bird?” He was looking at the pet with the corner of his eyes “Well, you won’t. I’ve been wanting some really some good reason to hurt you for some time now, you know? I have some different things that I would like to try, but normally, it would make dad angry. He likes you more than you deserve…. Well, now I have a reason. Isn’t that wonderful, little bird?”

His eyes widened. Breathe. Breathe. A sob escaped. He quickly hid his face on his palms… Master kept humming the tune, driving idly trough the city.

“Oh, little one. Don’t look so sad now. If only you weren’t so stupid…” he laughed “I was just messing with you yesterday. I wasn’t really going to cut you open. Just make some markings, here and there, the usual. But today… I’ll make sure to cut off your little wings so you never dare to cross that door again.”

Young Master savored the sheer panic on his face, as he struggled so much not to beg, his heart beating like a drum, the air seeming so scarce he couldn’t breathe. Safe for his sobs and the song, the rest of the car-ride was silent.

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The servants gave him some pitiful, pale looks as he was guided to the basement. Young Master wasn’t being rough with him. He was just… gently pushing him, a hand on his back, still cheerfully humming… and that terrified him far more than he would if he had just been dragged. Young Master was never kind. Kindness wasn’t free. His kindness was poison.

He closed the heavy door behind them, guiding him to the center of the room, where he fell on his knees. He had to be good. He couldn’t be dumb and make things worse.

The basement was always a bit dark, walls made of wood and a floor of stone. A lot of scary things hanging from the walls and shelves, and large hooks they could be chained to, a fireplace and old carcasses of cars.

“Hands”

He raised them as fast as he could, despite how much effort that took… they were shaking so much… So pale and so weak, against the heavy metal shackles master locked them with. Young Master lifted him without any difficulty and hang the chain on one of the hooks, leaving him hanging on his tip-toes.

He picked up a whip, first.

“Now… This one is for vomiting over my shoes” Master walked behind him. He ran his fingers over the scarred back, where bruises and marks from other beatings hadn’t healed yet, throwing the long hair over his shoulder so it wouldn’t get on his way “…Twenty. Keep count. Don’t speak, but keep count, or we start over.”

…The whip stroke hard. He whimpered, but otherwise managed to keep composure. Twenty wasn’t so bad. He could take twenty. The second one was worse than the first, and the one after that made him sob. Then again, and again, blood rushing to his back, warm, stinging.

“How many?” Master stopped hitting, he walked closer and led the whip over his back slowly, just, letting it slide over the wounds.

“F-five”

“Good” Master whispered, stepped back and hit again “You are allowed to scream, birdie”

He felt dizzy, he wasn’t strong enough to keep balance. His wrists hurt. The next hits were drawing blood. He wanted to scream but… He didn’t had the strength to do it. He let his head hang low and allowed himself to whimper.

“How many?”

“..A-a…S-six..teen..” words were hard “P-plea”

“A-ah” Master said, grabbing his cheeks, his nails digging on his skin “We barely begun. You’ll be allowed to beg later. Now you can only scream and cry. I want to hear your pain.”

Master was so close to his face now, entangling his fingers on the white hair.

“Did you understand me?” he nodded “Good. Sixteen, is that your answer?”

He lifted his head slightly. Master had a mocking, dangerous smile… he… He was sure it was sixteen. He had been counting. Had he missed one? Was Master giving him a chance? Was this so he would get it wrong?

He couldn’t begin again. Not when this was just the start. He couldn’t he-

A hard slap, turning his head to the side. Fingers marked on his face.

“I made you a question, mutt” …anger. This was familiar. He nodded quickly. He wasn’t sure but… What else could he do? There was no time to think. Master smiled again “…You are correct. Four left.”

He sighed, relieved. It was a taunt after all… The relief was gone with the next hit, more vicious than the other ones, crossing so many of the other marks. He gasped, closing his eyes shut. Three more and he was sobbing once it ended.

He… Should be able to endure more than that. He had before. Was it the fear that was making it worse? Or… the fact that he really deserved it this time? He deserved every one of the hits – and more. He hated himself for being bad, and stupid and dumb, just like Young Master said he was. He deserved it, and all that would come later too.

Young Master walked around him, admiring his work. He was still smiling, still calm, hiding… It wasn’t anger. It was excitement. Master hang the whip back on the wall. He dragged… an arm chair to the center of the room, before letting him off the hook and onto it. A chair that belonged to the dinner set upstairs, he recognized it. Young Master must have brought it to the basement before going to pick him up.

He dry swallowed, wondering how much thought had been put into this punishment.

“Now, stay still for me, will you?”

He made his best to, only slightly shivering as the handcuffs were removed and replaced by rope, so tight it dug into his skin. There was no room to move, except for his head. He let the hair fall over his face, trying to hide… But that prompted Master to pull his head back.

“Smile for the camera dear…” Camera? Was there one? He didn’t knew and it didn’t matter, really. Master pulled his hair, dragging his neck backwards so much it hurt. He whimpered, but didn’t resist. He wanted to be good. He deserved this.

He deserved this. It would help him. It would make him better.

He didn’t like pain if it wasn’t to make him better, to correct his mistakes… But this one was. It was pain he deserved. He needed to be grateful.

He swallowed hard, and tried to be grateful.

But it was too scary, and now he couldn’t really see, as tears and panic where clouding his vision. So when Master approached again, he wasn’t very sure what was he was holding. A gentle touch over his hand caught him off guard. He almost relaxed a bit as Young Master rubbed gentle circles on his hand… And then excruciating pain.

…He passed out.

…A second, equally terrifying pain brought him back to reality a few seconds later.

“Don’t you go passing out on me, darling. You know how angry that makes me”

Dizzy… Hurting. Hurting so much it made the lashes on his back seem like nothing. Trembling, he looked down, the world swirling around him, almost incomprehensible… Red.

Young Master lifted something to his field of vision. A pair of bloodied fingernails. His… His fingernails.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t breathe couldn’t breathe couldn’t breathe couldn’t breath-

Master took the pliers to the next one. He wanted to beg, he tried to lean forward… He finally screamed.

Blood. Red. Pain. No air. No air no air no air. Red. Pain.

“please”

A slap. He doesn’t care, it feels like nothing compared to what just happened. His eyes are wide, teary and shocked.

“Ah-a. No begging yet. I haven’t allowed it.”

“Mercy. P—lease. Mercy? I-it will-”

Another slap, and his head was pulled backwards. Young Master runs his thumb over his face, cleaning tears and sweat while the other hand is firmly tugging his hair.

“Now now, you crossed every single limit yesterday, dear little bird. You disrespected me. And I’ll make sure you never dare to do it again”

He lets his head go, taking some time to admire his pet’s face. He moves to the next nail, an almost childlike smile.

He is fully aware this time. No shock and no adrenaline rush to coat a bit of the pain. No feelings of being lost, just the pain of flesh tearing. He feels sick. He can’t choke his screams anymore, not when they are being pulled, exposing the tender, bloodied skin underneath. Master praises him, but it’s mocking. It doesn’t really matter; his voice is distant behind a wall of pain.

Time seems to slow down. All he has now is agony, his body trembling, pulling hard against the ropes.

“Last one now, baby” Master says “Then we move to your little feet.”

…A strangled whimper is all he can manage. At some point, his bladder gives out, much to Master’s amusement. He is mocked for it but can barely understand the words.

He stares into nothing, wide eyed, as the minutes drag themselves. Everything is red. Everything is pain. Everything is blood.

And at some point a hand… full of bloodied nails is placed in front of his eyes. He has no strength to react… No voice to scream anymore. He stares, wide blue eyes, drenched in sweat and tears, shaking so much his teeth clank.

“I should start collecting those” Master says… returning to the table. Sounds of metal. He shivers, trying so hard to just… breathe. It’s not over yet? What is it going to be now? How will he survive?

He can’t breathe, he feels like he will die, he wishes he would die.

Master comes back without anything. He holds the pets chin, gently pulling the hair off his face, using his sleeves to clean the tears, sweat and snot. He smiles.

“This was… very fun. You look so pretty now little bird. I think I can finally understand why father thinks you are beautiful” he laughs “…Now you think you have learned your lesson?”

He needs a moment to realize he has to… to answer.

“y-ye-s I-“ he sobs “P-please I, I … It will neve-r, nev-er, i-it it is… Mas-master, p-pleas-“

Master places a hand over his lips, shushing him. He tried to lean closer to Master, but is held back by the ropes. The burn they cause seems so minor in comparison to the sheer agony right now, he barely notices.

“There there, pet” Master smiles “Just one more thing, and we will be done. “

He whimpers.

“N-no…m-more…no…” His voice is broken. He mouths please, over and over and over even if his voice has given out.

“Shush, don’t discuss with me now, bird. I need to make sure you know your place” He smiles, the pet follows him with his eyes, terrified to even blink “It will be quick.”

Master moves away. He has no strength to hold his head up when Master lets his chin, but looking down is bad, he sees the bloodied fingers. Thankfully there is nothing on his stomach to throw up. Red. Blood. Pain.

“Tell me little bird” Master appears back in his vision field “You’ll never run again, will you?”

…blazing iron, held so close to his face he can feel the heat.

“i-iit w-wil n-ev-er run f-from… mas-master…ple-ase” so, so hard to speak. So hard to breathe. Nothing in the whole world exists anymore. Just Master, burning iron, the bloodied fingers and the pain. “it-is is is yo—rs f-for-e-vv-ver. M-mer-mercy…”

He can’t anymore. Teeth clank as he shivers. His tears have stopped, even. Master smiles, contempt with the answer.

“Good boy. Now let’s make sure you don’t forget”

…He presses the iron against the sole of his feet. His vision goes black, and then covered with spots of red pain. And he feels cold. A terrible shiver runs down his spine, as the heat seems to be drained from his whole body, except that one, awful burn. The smell is nauseating.

It’s just a few seconds, but it feels like hours. It’s only removed to be placed on the other one.

Everything seems to fade again, and he wishes… He wishes he was dead.

It’s all… Red. Burning. Blood. Pain.

…Cold water on his lips brings him to tears again. He barely realizes as the ropes are cut off. Young Master is speaking a lot, but he can’t make sense of it.

He is lifted from the chair, scooped by Master’s arms. He wants to grab Master’s shirt, but the bloody fingers hurt too badly. He lets his body limp, his head resting over Master’s shoulder, and the world goes dark again.

Taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-me-all-night-long @whumpzone

#i have to write a paper on vermins im sad #whump writing #oc whump #orfeu and haru #this so big me ded #Farlan B)#pet whump #nail whump tw #finger whump tw #urination tw

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