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definitely not the best thing Ive done, but hey.
Anyways, @sideblogformindtrash and I were talking about Sirius doesn´t die AU and or, Albus-is-Robert-and-Sirius pet AU.
So just saying, but he would be such a pampered little pet. Even if one of them is truly mean when he wants to, he can also be truly nice during aftercare. Also his other owner is fun and just spoils him rotten and will let him order him around.
A little fucked up family of three, as it was meant to be. No tragedies involved.
Long time I don´t write about Sann´s time with Robert. So have some of that.
Taglist:
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn-blog @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @wingedwhump @melancholy-in-the-morning
CW// pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, dehumanization, sadistic whumper, grief, defiant whumpee, noncon body modification, knives, pet play (mentioned). Ask to tag!
Maybe it was because they were not real letters, but reading score sheets was easier than books. He had a vague feeling he had known how to read them from his time before “Sann” and even though it didn´t matter who he had been anymore, he was grateful to that version of himself for giving him a useful skill.
Sann... He still was getting used to having a name. After months, he finally had something that was his. It was a small step, but maybe it was the starting point of his Master liking him. Maybe, if he liked him better, if he was a bit like the man he was replacing...
“Please...”
Maybe he would treat him better.
Pulling the papers to his chest, he took a deep breath and sat down before the piano. Taking a quick look at the score again, he placed his fingers over the tiles and began playing a simple tune.
His master would come and go as he pleased, so the times he could practice were just a few. The anxiety of being caught froze him in place but the memory of his touch, a ghostly caress, made his move again.
A few weeks earlier, the man had taken him to a restaurant and fed him some salmon from his fingers. He had not held an actual conversation with his Master yet, so there was no way for him to know he was severely allergic until he was turning blue on the floor.
Sann remembered vividly how the man´s always disgusted expression turned into horror as he screamed for help. Oh, how well he remembered he had sighed in relief when he saw he was fine in the ambulance. How could he forget? The smile on his face as he brushed his hair off his face and thanked the gods he was alive. It had been so radiant after all.
How he could forget he was so thankful he didn´t lose Sirius again?
Sann´s fingers froze in the air.
As a replacement, he was meant to fill up a hole another person had left behind. His real owner had asked that of him directly, so he had no say in the matter.
Slowly, taking another deep breath, Sann kept playing.
tag the oc that is rich enough that they could buy you
...eheheh.
Hope you like this. Can´t believe I´m actually working on this.
Taglist:
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn-blog@ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
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CW//Pet whump, emotional whump, failed escape attempt, recapture, ptsd, grief, mentions of child death, suicidal ideation, shock collars, ghosts and angst. so much angst.
He couldn´t breathe. Even if he knew it was useless to try to escape, he didn´t stop running. Just to make sure he wasn't followed, he turned his head, making himself trip down a short hill. He rolled and crashed against a puddle on the side of the road.
However, for a second, the two centimeter puddle became a lake where his head was submerged and kept there a minute. Then two. Screams became bubbles that popped when they reached the surface.
With a gasp, he returned to reality, paddling and slamming his back against the busted pipe the water was pouring from.
Albus gasped like a fish out of the water, the telltales of a panic attack taking his lungs captive.
He couldn´t stop, he wasn´t safe, but where was safe? Was there a place like that for him? He pulled himself up…only to fall back on his elbows when his legs refused to stop shaking violently.
His heart was pounding so hard he feared it would beat out of his chest.
“Calm down! You gotta calm down, Albus! This is all a big mistake,” he screamed inside his head, his pitiful attempts at breathing only making his chest clench harder.
“This is all a big misunderstanding. I- I didn´t-” he said, clenching a hand over his chest with a pained groan. “M-Mister Claude just- just... had an episode,” he tried to reason between pants “M-Mister Claude didn´t mean t-to put on the collar…” he half laughed between huffs, immediately stopping when his trembling fingers passed around the box of the shock collar. The electrodes punctured into his skin with how tight the collar had been cinched.
The pet´s forehead began to pearl with sweat.
tag that oc that came to you from a dream
Tag the oc who lost someone in a car accident
What a fine day to think about Sann, poor little pet, getting body slammed on the ground and then have a knife cut just slightly over the back of his knees as a warning is growled in his ears. "Try running away and I will cut deeper" his owner he's beginning to learn to hate and crave all the same says before making his head bounce on the floor with a hard shove.
The underlying terror that doesn't bob back to the surface until he's on the floor with a knife right over his throat, minutes away from having speech taken away from him. The sheer horror of knowing you mean nothing to someone, they don't mind cutting a part of you if they deemed it "unnecessary".
What a fine day to remember Sann was already so quiet when he had his voice cut out off him, and learnt, his owner didn't want him dead, just...to exist. In whatever condition he decided, for he had one purpose and he didn't need his voice, his face or even his legs to accomplish so.
You're unable to 🥺 out of this one whore.
Hey y'all, it's whumper roll call time!
Using a picrew of your choice, create your whumper(s) and show us, then tag others that you think would enjoy sharing their whumper(s)!
Some picrews you can use: Picrew One Picrew Two Picrew Three
I haven't decided what my whumper looks like yet, so I'm just going to tag some people! No worries if you don't want to participate!
It’s not super accurate but here they are. Rob and Rogue.
Thanks for the tags!
Illustration for The painting.
It´s an old sketch I wanted to retouch a bit, hope you like it~
Albus and Robert have some fun at the pool. I had the very mighty need to animate this scene, but let´s say I opened procreate and noped. Have this drabble instead.
This is a series, here´s the Masterlist
Taglist:
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
CW// slavery, human trafficking, dehumanisation, scarification, sadistic whumper, forced mutism, implied past abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, hallucinations, drowning, death mention.
The pet followed at his Master´s heels. Silent, as he was being trained to be. Sometimes, when his Master wanted to have a good laugh, he made him speak past his allowed minute and a half. The pet would try to be good and talk for him, only to get the shock on his throat. One time, however, he had been incapable of lifting himself off the ground, shivering at the terrible ache on his muscles. The pet had seen the man´s hand approaching and flinched wildly. The pet immediately realized in horror what he had done, but was pleasantly surprised when his Master pulled him into his lap. He patted his head and tenderly wiped the tears off his face, shushing his little sobs to the perplexed pet.
“See? You can be good for me. You did good on not moving your hands” the pet hadn't noticed he had turned his hands into fists to stop himself. The praise swallowed him whole as the man held him slightly tighter. Proud to finally earn some comfort. “You just need to be patient.” his master whispered “Once you´re better, I'll reward you” The man´s brown eyes were filled with tenderness, and his pet couldn´t refuse such warmth from him. Not anymore.
The pet tried so hard to be good.
To walk without using the wheelchair when his Master called. He accepted the hits that would come when inevitably, he would take too long, when he collapsed on the floor. When that happened, relief would flood his mind as his numb body would finally feel something for however long the beating lasted.
His body was scarred to the point wide spots of skin had lost sensitivity. The pet would hate to admit, but he sometimes disobeyed just so his Master would let him feel something. Anything.
So, I´ve had this drabble in my notes for like forever, unfinished and kind of a mess. But I was sent a nice message and couldn´t resist so here it is. Finished and barely edited. We die like mne. Will the read more work this time??
Taglist: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
CW// Dehumanisation, pet whump, hallucinations, captivity, conditioning, forced mutism, slavery, hallucinations, shock collars, conditioning, punishment, creepy whumper, vomit mention.
Robert hated noise.
He had gotten too used to Sann’s muteness to tolerate the new pet’s voice. For some reason, the albino had started to mutter to the walls and the whispering was starting to annoy him. The drop that broke the glass being one simple “Have I seen you before?” the albino had asked to an empty hall. So one day when he was sitting idly by his knees in the dining room, he gave him a present.
“Lift your head, '' he ordered the boy. His white hair was tied on a ponytail, so it was easier to grab him. The boy did as he was told and felt the cold fingers of his Master putting a collar on his neck. Tight, but not enough to be air constricting. But enough to make him whine a bit, as two metal bumps digged into his neck. He heard the buckle click, and tried to lay his head down again. Not expecting to be pulled back up. “Didn’t say I was finished” he said. The boy opened his mouth to apologize, but the man put a padlock in front of his nose “Shh, let’s play a game” he said, pulling the collar slightly tighter as he locked the collar in place, humming a playful tone.
The pet felt the harsh plastic and gum against his throat, hearing a small beep as the man took out a control.
“I’m gonna put a little lock on it. '' he sing-songed resting his chin on one hand. A smile beginning to appear “And whoever takes it off” he continued, puzzling the boy “Will get a shock” he said before the boy simply swallowed.
The smile on his face told him he was expecting him to talk.
“Master…?” He tried, doubting opening his mouth. But the man looked pleased. He took out something from a box the boy couldn’t see from where he sat and handed him it.
A chronometer?
Unboxing a box boy will always be thrilling. Even if it´s just a replication of that moment.
This is a continuation to The tattoo artist, but I recommend reading Unboxing for a nice good sting.
NOTE: There has been a few changes to the methods Robert uses to break Albus. Hope you enjoy it!
Taglist: (please tell me if you had like to be taken off or added to it)
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
TW// Dehumanization, pet whump, slavery, drugged, withholding food, claustrophobia, conditioning, manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting, sound torture, guilt tripping, sadistic whumper, trapped in a box.
Albus didn't notice he was in a box at first.
It was so dark he thought he had his eyes shut. But as he blinked, he understood. In panic, he tossed his head side to side. Barely able to breathe because of his chest being painfully restricted by how narrow the space between him and the box cover was, the familiarity of the situation struck him as painfully familiar.
When he had been sent to Zarai, he was drugged. He wasn't processing things correctly and even so, he knew he would be out of it soon. But that wasn't the case now.
If he was there, Robert had put him there, and if he had done that to him, he had done it to Sann.
“Sann!” The boy screamed then “SAAAANN!!! ANSWER ME!!!” He called to the dark void before gasping. “Sann, if you´re there knock two times! Two, ok?” He said, remembering he had no way of answering. Blushing for his slip up, he perked his ear up for any sound. Not picking anything, he kept calling to a silence that deafened his screams until he had no voice. He desperately wanted water for his sore throat.
That´s when a lid, just above his mouth, opened. A tube emerged from it and without thinking, he sipped on it, finding the delicious water.
“Waiting Sann grows healthy cords if you scream louder, Albus?” Robert said as Albus spat out the tube to a giggle. “What? Hoped to see your prince charming coming back for you?”A beaming laughter “Oh dear, how should I tell you?”
“Where´s Sann?” the boy growled with rage bubbling up in his chest.
“He's gone” Albus went cold “Still alive. He just went away” He quickly cleared up as the boy blinked confused. “I gave Sann a choice. If he stayed, he would get some rad tats like yours” Albus clenched his teeth before he revolved on the box.
One of my favorite chapters
Taglist: (please tell me if you had like to be taken off or added to it)
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
TW// slavery, human trafficking, non con/dub con body mod, blood, torture, scarification, abuse, scalpels, cuts, muzzles, shock collars, pet whump, sadistic whumper, dehumanization, cages and manhandling.
They used to love hearing classical music while drawing, but as the job became unbearably loud they switched to electronic.
You gotta isolate yourself from people who keep on either screaming at you to stop or sob before getting knocked out by the handlers.
They were finishing the 8 on the new boy’s skin when he jerked out of his restraints. A punch hitting them plain in the face, whipping their head back. He ran to the door and groaned as he noticed it was locked.
“Someone!! Please! Help me!!” The boy with black hair screamed before falling to the floor in convulsing pain.
“Ah for fucks sake, just stay still” the person with a bloody nose said pressing down on the shock collar’s control “Im not paid enough for this shit” they said as they saw the boy tremble on the floor. Half conscious.
So, @whumpmasinjuly day 13 was Whump to comfort ratio right? And then I noticed, man I do some brutal shit sometimes, but I make sure of making a chunk of fluff right before and make fluff right after so I guess how brutal it is determines my comfort levels. Or more like a 55% comfort over 45% whump.
In any way this thoughts carried me to think about the immediate continuation to The observer and the guilty
IM SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION, BUT THIS GOES BEFORE PUNISH ME INSTEAD
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CW//Creepy whumper, pet whump, referenced dub con, implied mutilation, scars, cuts (made from abuse) dub con bondage, shock collar, gags, emeto, dehumanization, non con touch (non sexual), conditioning, lots of crying and victim blaming, deconditioning, threats, slavery and some nice hurt comfort.
After maybe half an hour of hearing him sob, body limp in exhaustion after rubbing his wrists raw, Robert finally dropped the control over the bed. Let out a sigh as he crouched next to the curled body on the floor.
Sann was unconscious, breathing raspy inhales as he cleaned up the vomit over his chest and arms with Albus blazer. Robert had dealt with it enough times to do it with a straight face. Knew Sann´s body to the smallest detail, even his violent allergy to fish that made him go to the ER a few days after he had first collared him.
He had once felt shame for his actions. The mouth he wiped the grime off was the same shape, the same softness as his. The bigger freckle below the corner of his mouth was their “kiss me here” spot back then.
But he didn't feel anything now.
