Sann on training because wtf not
You dont understand how much the “I live to take revenge on the bastard that betrayed me so I went to kidnap his son to blackmail him, but found out said kid wanted the exact same as me and now im too attached to kill him” has grown into me.
Got lazy with the tattoos but here. Some fun coloring test with birthday boy
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Unboxing
This time there’s a pov change in it.
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TW:// Pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, dehumanization, drugged whumpee, implied torture and physical abuse, implied fear of noncon, collars and conditioning.
The blindfold on his eyes was a bit tighter than expected, but he wouldn’t complain out loud. He knew better than that.
He was dehydrated and restless. He knew he was dirty too. The delivery had taken a lot longer than his body could wait to relieve. Despite the stench, he was calm. Whatever happened with him from now on couldn’t be worse than the facility. He was clinging to that blurry future as if his life depended on it.
Because it did.
Finally, he felt movement. They were getting him out of what he supposed was a truck. Without much care, he was put down and rolled somewhere bumping his head against the edges of the box before the movement ceased.
He had arrived at his new owner´s house.
He had been told he had been a difficult sale for the company a few times. He had been retrained mid-process. So, technically speaking, even if he was brand new, he was no better than a refurbished.
“Rejoice, Mop Head!” His handlers jumped on the ground he had puked before from the “physical endurance” training they so much loved to do in between the additional training his new owner had requested, “We will miss our favorite trainee,” the handler said with fake pity as he fisted on his hair to see his face “But will you miss us, Trainee?”
No way in hell, he wished to say, but he would never admit that. He had lost any privilege to do so.
He had no name, nor memories.
He was 778900, an obedient albino pet.
its an edited version, but im glad i wrote it
Cw//noncon, pet whump, nonhuman whumpee, child abuse, experiments, self loathing, death, forced to watch, betrayal
Im having a Kuro sad hours so I’m just gonna tell you that this man has gone through hell.
He wasn’t only severely abused by his father before he killed him, he also didn’t stop walking aimlessly for weeks hoping a human would shoot him dead only to get abducted into a facility that made experiments with exceptional druls where he met his very first friends.
He also escaped that place even tho he didn’t want to because his lover had been his whole life inside that facility and wanted to see the world that had rejected their whole existence. He escaped because he trusted he would be by his side, so even a ruined awful world like that was worth living because it had his lover and his friends in it, but Kuro lost his reasoning when he had to leave his lover behind to escape.
So when he goes back for him, he realizes he has gone through the last stage of the experiments and having him back means killing him. So when he refuses to do so, and continues to fight him, who’s several times stronger than him, he has to make a deal with the owner of the facility in order to help him return back to normal.
Even if the price is his own freedom and his lover’s memories about him.
Only for years after systematically killing his own species because of orders of his “owner”, he sees his lover fall in love with someone else, over and over. Until he realizes the person he loved is long dead now and searches for someone else to fill that void. Only to find the person that loves him back so much, that would give her life for him, rapes him in order to get a child out of him, even after a million talks about how he couldn’t let that happen.
So when she delivers, he takes the new born, realizes the miracle he has in his hands before he burns half of his face to make him unrecognizable and gives him away before announcing his child died at birth.
Not because he couldn’t be a father, not because of revenge, but because he knew both, the thing crawling inside him would search to kill him in order to enter his son’s body, and the owner of his life, the person who gave him back his lover, would do anything to kill that child.
So when his lover realizes what he did for him, the atrocities he committed in the name of “protection” he hears him swear to him he will kill him and make the world go to hell with him. He actually agrees and lets him try, but when he’s so close to, his owner rescues him. Seizing full control over his territory and starting a full blown war with humanity by using him as a weapon.
A weapon his lover wants dead and his beloved protégée wishes to save when he has become a weapon himself because he will be useful against the real enemy in this war.
This man’s only wish was to have the people next to him be happy.
His sin was that it didn’t matter to him if the world caught on fire if it made them happy.
#he’s my little meow meow#whose only dream was to be hugged and be told he did a good job#but that would be turning away from the people he killed#in order to get that fantasy#he’s honestly my favorite character because he suffers so much#and he’s not allowed to die#so I’m gonna make sure even the audience pleads for his death#:)#whump#tw death#tw noncon#tw nonhuman whumpee#tw whumpee#oc#Kuro#pet whump#?#ig?
7, 21, 27?
7. which ocs would feel super out of place at a formal event? which ocs are completely fine with it?
Albus. He doesn´t know on which side of the room to be in or how to actually talk and act around people in a formal setting. Also, Alec. He´s too messy to care about etiquette.
Sarahi, Rob, Ray and Kuro would find it easy and even familiar. Kuro has anxiety, so he would be very much fine, but drinking like crazy just to drown it. Rob is used to those settings since he was a wee kid and found fun hearing the adults talking. Sarahi is always prepared to network. Ray...well, he is fine, but he knows he is being watched so he would rather act like he either doesn´t exist or interact the bare minimum and go back home.
Oh! Trisha would love it and hate it. She´s from a colony and while she wasn´t super wealthy, she had to attend a few events because of her parents and brother, so she totally knows how to carry herself around.
21. which ocs have the most physical strength? which have the least?
Sann, Robert and Claude. Rob probably liked calesthenics and exercised with Sann, so he´s in very good shape. Claude is a gym rat when he manages to squeeze some time into it. Sann is very active and restless, but luckily it was one of the things Rob allowed. So he kept a lot of his strength.
Albus and Sarahi. She can´t do much physical work, so only super light exercises for her. And Albus was never really strong, that´s why when Benji took him in and began teaching him ways to defend himself, they focused on avoiding and using the opponent´s weight and mometum against them.
On my main project, Kuro. Hands down. He´s a little special. Next is Trisha and she´s closely followed by Alec when he gets serious.
The weakest member of Kuro´s organization has to be Troy. He almost passes off as a human due the porcentage of the DL cell in his body being a perfect 51% However, he was born in the Tunnels, so he can´t even join human society even if he can´t use any of the abilities Druls can use. He would be killed on sight if he tried.
#my project´s world is fucked#really#alec is the child of someone super important#yet#that person had to give him up#because he was not human#the other option was giving him to the government#so they could kill him#as it was the law his parents signed an approval to#:)#no matter the age#if there´s a 51% of dl cell in your body#you gotta be executed#anyways thanks for the questions!#oc#ask
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Just do it anyways.
Look, this is your fucking virtual archive. You wanna go look back at your weird 3 am stories you made while high on crack or simply when you were hallucinating due lack of sleep but that was what made your blorbo exist? Then do it. Who’s stopping you? The lack of reaction? How the hell do you expect a reaction if you don’t even put it out there for someone to say “oh, that person’s blorbo is funny as hell!”?
Put your ocs lore in the internet. If its not for the people who will stumble upon it, your followers or even yourself, do it for the oc that has stopped being a mess of thoughts and has upgraded to mess of thoughts on paper.
They truly appreciate being somewhere else than the junkyard of your brain.
What are we gonna do with you?
Sometimes it’s funny to remember how Albus was on the first nights I went to sleep with his story and compare it throughout the few years I have had him.
He was so quiet, barely even made anything in the story because in my head he was just a whumpee I would make suffer to entertain me before going to sleep. He was just a clean slate that I began filling up as the days went by and I wrote more and more.
Albus wasn’t supposed to do much more than be obedient and pliant, but then I discovered he kinda had a thing to be punished. Not exactly only because of his status. I began noticing he wanted to be punished sometimes. To feel calmer because of a perceived mistake or because he kinda dug the feeling of a bit of pain. But, he wasn’t going to let just anyone hurt and punish him.
From the very beginning I saw he had an underlying conflicting nature. So I pushed him more and more into situations that would let me bring it into the surface. And slowly, a few more things began to pop up.
Like the way he goes ride or die and does everything he can to help others, how he’s really gentle and kind but can also be cutting and dry without meaning to. Also how fidgety he was and how often he would use his hands in a clever way, just perfect for pickpocketing.
When I noticed he was handsy and nobody took notice I began to work on “quickhands”. By that time I had already written about his files and how he refused to remember Annie, so when I began to wonder why and what connection it had with the way his hands moved, I first thought it was to survive and he didn’t want to remember someone that had betrayed him.
Annie was supposed to be someone people wouldn’t like. At all. But then, I noticed he didn’t really have motives to hate someone even if they betrayed him. He just couldn’t do it. He blames himself first rather than admitting someone hurt him. So I switched up the story a little bit and so, the nightmares with the Coronel storyline began.
It’s just funny to me how the whole story is me picking and giving him pieces of personality and then, when exploring those, I piece 1 and 2 together and they lead me into yet another facet of him.
“It’s all my fault for not dying back then…you should’ve left me there…”
“So he could kill you?”
“Yes! That’s what I deserve! If it wasn’t for me nobody would have died! If I was the one who died then, you would have never become a pet! If it wasn’t for me—“
“I would have never gotten back my voice. I have a lot of regrets, but you are not one of them. If I had the choice, I would go through it all, all over again, if it meant you never had to stay there”
Once again my head’s version of my characters being so different from the canon one is making me laugh so hard.
Like, hearing my mind’s Sann say he knows he exists to be Al’s partner and that was the reason he was allowed to live but also say he dislikes him because he doesn’t feel anything towards him actually, is so fucking weird. Seeing my mind’s Albus being the most perfect pet ever with layers upon layers of sweetness derived from fear and anxiety shown in submissiveness and meekness is so funny too. But oh, no, how dare I suddenly make it a lil bit more fun and have Albus get an spontaneous fever to see their reactions.
Sann picked him up and just glared at me, furious, while Al curled up in his arms telling him it was fine, that he would be just fine. See? You do care about him. Don’t lie. It’s not only my wish as the author for you to get closer. You also allow him to touch you and kiss you. You could push him away couldn’t you? But no. You pull him closer because that’s what YOU want.
Anyways, my characters are independent from me and I pretty much enjoy watching that unfold.
Ahh how they’ve changed
The very first drawing of them vs a redraw from today, 2 years later
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Mareland 3
I loved @whump-galaxy ‘s prompt (here) and I ended up writing this piece for Mare Land. Salarien is a real cutie.
TW://slavery, human trafficking, abuse, implied and explicit, locked up, burns
Rogue quickly discovered they had to hide Salarien.
When they first got to be their master’s apprentice they were thrilled. They weren’t from a magical upbringing but their parents were happy about their child’s powers. Wanted to use them up as much as they could. Showing their magic and getting money out of the passerby’s pity. But when Rogue turned out to be not very understanding of how to control it they grew scared. So they sold them off to a rich magician without them knowing. Told them he was taking them as their apprentice.
Before Rogue went with his new master, they hugged their parents and promised to be back soon. Waving goodbye as they excitedly walked by his side.
They tried stuff out of pure excitement and curiosity. Everything was new and exciting and their master would watch attentively as they practiced. Despite the ocassional slip that got pointed out accordingly, and to their master’s delight, they were good. Maybe it was because they were too good that they pushed them to the limit.
So when the ceremony of contracts came, Rogue would summon a special class demon to form a contract with.
Rogue was standing in the middle of the room, inside the circle with a vase filled with their blood and chalk. Their master’s other apprentices stood by, finished with their contracts, watching what kind of demon the master’s favorite would be able to summon.
The boy, barely fifteen at the time, whispered the spell with a hand extended before them and suddenly, the flames in the room stopped burning warm.
They turned black.
Rogue recognized immediately they had not summoned just any demon. Not even one of the ten their master had chosen for them. They had called the god of creation Imarillis themself.
“Oh?” A cold voice whispered “It’s been millennia since a mortal could call my name. Who might you be?”
The scent of acrid ammonia filled their nose as a smoke snaked around them. The smoke curled and stopped by their face, before humming unhappily.
“How were you not given a name, child?”
The young magician let out a calculated exhale. “I have chosen one for myself, my lord”
“That, I know” The whisper told them a smile in their tone that made Rogue turn to see the smoke uncurl and form a body in front of him. Elongated, without any orifices but the mouth. Six arms each holding a tool of their own except the two crossed over their chest. “You’re discontent with what you were given, with what you lack. A creative mind always wanders the corners where others wouldn’t in their comfort”
“Thank you, sir” the boy bowed respectfully before their chin was lifted to look at the smile in the demon’s face.
“…fu, fu. The world is cruel enough to take from us what we love, but we don’t let down a challenge to prove we are stronger than that, don’t we, boy?” The demon was blind, but it didn’t matter to the demon of creation when their hands were enough. The demon cupped the boy’s face in their hands, and passed elongated fingers over eyelids, over their lips and nose.
“Are you sure you’re ready to receive my gift?” They whispered, their hands now sliding down their arms, another hand holding a knife moving closer.
“Yes” the boy extended their arms.
“Very well” was the last thing Imarillis said before the knife began to carve the contract in Rogue’s skin.
Rogue massaged their hurting arms absent minded. Salarien rested his clay hand over it.
“Hurt?” The golem asked clumsily rubbing its arm against the bandages. Rogue’s lips stretched in a smile.
“I´m ok. It´s just a scratch” they told the small golem before it turned its head back to the bandages and tried to soothe them.
“There…there” the small creature said making Rogue clench their fist.
The apprentice rubbed a finger over the golem´s head. “Thanks” they said as the small golem perked up and for a flashing second, Rogue thought it was smiling.
“Rogue! Class´s about to start! Come down here!” Their master called making them jump out of the chair and hurriedly put together their things before they lost their patience again. Before they went through the door they saw Salarien trying to follow them.
Rogue crashed into their own desk trying to save Salarien from jumping down the table. “DON´T DO THAT!” They yelled at the small clay figure that trembled with their screams. Salarien felt a tug in their heart, but put them in the ground “Sorry, just, stay below the bed, ok? It´s safer there” they said before closing the door behind them.
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