Cw: bullying, multiple whumpers, past abuse, mentioned whipping, abuse, cursing, thoughts of wanting to “dissapear”, fear of punishment, implied starvation, insults, illiteracy
Oakley sat back on their heels, letting out a deep sigh as they dipped the cloth back into the bucket, the soapy water warm against their calloused hand. They didn’t know why Misses Clara ordered them to scrub the parlor floors, by hand nonetheless. It was a futile chore—the first person to walk into the mansion would just drag in mud and the floor would be dirty again. They supposed Misses Clara had been giving them a lot of impractical chores lately. Polishing the spare silverware, dusting the attic, it seemed to get more ridiculous with each request.
But her request was their duty. That was the rule they lived by, nothing more and certainly nothing less. They wouldn’t have half a brain to not do as they were told. Anything other than blind compliance only got them punished. Oakley bit their lip as they looked down at their hands. Through soap suds, they could see the lines of old scars, barely noticeable against their skin. Sometimes, if the light hit them just right, they seemed to gleam like diamonds. Oakley let out a small, suppressed chuckle. If scars were diamonds, they’d be the richest person in the kingdom.
“Tree brain! Father wants you!” A loud voice yelled, as Paxton skidded into the parlor, closely followed by Kasper. Oakley cringed as their mud covered boots left dirty footprints across the marble floor. Right where they had just cleaned. Oakley’s eye twitched.
I got bored and found artbreeder, so here’s my whumpees. I may have forgotten about Harlow but we’ll just look the other way…
Poor Rune is having a moment lol. Sad boi moments :(
Fun fact, in my first draft I gave them purple eyes for some reason?
Aww Maple looks happy! It ain’t gonna last long. Their hair is more curly than this usually, but they haven’t been able to take the best care of it while locked in Bram’s basement, so yeah
And my newest obsession, Oakley! Time to torture the fuck out of them.
Oooh that Oakley having a part of their going missing tag brings this scenario in my head of some random attack to the clan where Oakley faces a near miss with someone's oncoming sword hit !
-evil anon
Oh oakley would be terrified. They would freeze up, and someone would have to physically shove them out of the way (let’s be honest, it would be Circe)
She would absolutely disembowel the person who dared try and touch Oakley. Then she would go over to them, blood covering her hands and face.
They wouldn’t have gotten up from where they had fallen, their head tucked behind trembling arms. Circe would set down her knife, and gather them into her arms, quickly whisking them away from the scene of the skirmish.
(I might write a drabble on this later on, the idea of the angsty comfort afterwards is just 👨🍳🤌)
In terms of the clans, is there any kind of hierarchy in them? Do you have and more information about them you can share👀?
~ mysteriously cool anon HEHEHE
aw shit, here we go. stupid worldbuilding ew. Thanks a lot mysteriously cool anon i was trying to avoid this
For note, this is how the Wolf clan is set up, things and titles vary across the clans
So there are a couple dozen clans, they all consist of groups of ~30 people, give or take. Within each clan, there's a leader, who's sometimes elected (but most often it's whoever formed the clan)
This leader chooses a first lieutenant, someone who can take care of more minor issues, and take over if anything were to happen to the leader (kind of like a vice-president)
The leader also chooses a second lieutenant, as a backup. They don't have as much responsibilities as the first lieutenant, but they hold more than a regular member. (circe is the Wolves' second lieutenant)
Another notable person in the clans is the healer, who, well, heals. Most clans have a designated one, though some don't. some clans have more than one. This person usually has some experience in the medicinal field, with herbs and other natural healing shit
Some clans have designated Fighters (basically soldiers), Gatherers (They go out and find food- ie berries, roots, etc), Hunters (who hunt for other clans, but mainly animals), Patrollers (who go out and patrol the perimeters of the territory) and then regular people who just do jobs around camp, like take care of the horses, cook, and really all of the chores. These may be the newer members.
The Wolf clan is not set up like that. Duties rotate between the members, on one day one person might be sent on a raid, while the next they have to go out and hunt. The first lieutenant determines who does what each day.
The second lieutenant is to watch over all that happens in camp, and basically ensure everything is going smoothly. They are allowed to go wherever whenever though (Ex if circe wanted to go on a hunting mission, she just could)
Now onto the Clans as a whole.
As I said earlier, there are a few dozen clans. Each has a name, one that the original leader chose. A common theme is animal names (Wolf Clan, Lion Clan, Tiger Clan, Bear Clan, Oh My clan)
Some clans have a greater reputation than others. For example, the Wolf Clan is widely known and feared, because they appear in public more often than others, and are known thieves and killers. One may say that the more well known a clan it, the more powerful it is. After all, power comes from fear (at least in Circe's head).
The clans don't really get along. Sometimes they will form alliances with each other, when in need of defeating a greater evil or whatever, but these never last very long.
Other clans are more peaceful. These ones are usually found more towards the East, spread along the coast. They mind their own business for the most part, and the other clans ignore them.
Fights between clans are usually over territory or possessions. Occasionally they will break out for no reason except the wish for bloodshed.
One may join a clan because they were banished from society, are on the run from authorities (mhm circe), or they wish for a different life. Usually it's one of the first two.
Evil anon likes the wholesome times with Lucius very much ! And I was also wondering if Oakley played hide and seek or the tag game with tiny Lucius .
-evil anon
Oh they absolutely do, more likely hide and seek than tag (after one very unfortunate incident with one of Misses Clara’s nice vases). It gives Oakley a chance to do some of their chores, and a bit of time free from the adorable terror.
Some wholesome head cannons of how Lucius is taken care of by Oakley please
-Evil anon
Very well then
Oakley basically raised him, ever since he was a little baby
They bottle fed him, their arms were the ones he collapsed into after his first steps, their ears were the ones that heard his first laugh, his first words.
They have to remind themself a lot that he is their master’s son, that he’s going to grow up one day, and soon enough he’ll be the one whipping them (I know you said wholesome but eh I don’t listen)
Sometimes oakley would have him read out the letters on his little wooden blocks. “What’s this one, bud?” “Ceee!” Lucius would over enunciate, and oakley would force down a smile. (Sneaky sneaky)
When he was littler, like three or four, he would wet the bed a lot. Terrified of his mother’s scolding, he ran to Oakley’s quarters, and woke them up. They helped him clean up the mess and remake the bed with clean sheets
Afterwards, he had trouble falling back asleep. Oakley decided to tell him one of the stories their mother told them, of a little ocean fairy who rode the waves on a little seashell chariot.
Sometimes oakley would sneak him sweets when he was having a bad day.
They tried to give him the attention he deserved, the attention his parents didn’t give him, but with all of their work it was hard for them to do so. And they felt awful about it.
As a gift ! I hand Oakley another porcupine ( a very defensive porcupine who will stab with one or two of their quills to whoever is holding them ! The last porcupine abandoned the evil mission but still love em though )
-Evil anon
Oakley let’s put a small yelp as the quills stab into their palms, and once again they drop the porcupine, scrambling onto their bed to get away from it.
i shall give Oakley and Circe a club and a knife . Oakley chooses what Circe punishes them with >:3
- Luce
Fuck this is a drabble, goddamn you Luce I was trying not to write any drabbles until after I finish the main series. I couldn't resist, this was too good not to write something for.
Oakley sniffed, bringing their trembling hands up to cover their mouth, barely suppressing a sob. Circe's eyes flashed, her red stained lips curling back in a grin.
"Why, thank you," She chuckled, picking up the club in her left hand, and the knife in her right.
Oakley stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over a bump in the rug, likely a rock or root underneath the furred pelt that covered the ground. Tears pricked their eyes, a burning sensation alight behind their nose. They knew they had messed up, they had spilled the water. It was a mistake, though! They didn't mean to, really! It had been an accident, their hands had been shaking so badly, so, so badly.
"What's it going to be, dove?" Circe's voice lowered, as she stalked closer, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife and the shaft of the club. "Whatever you choose, you owe me fifteen of."
Oakley swallowed back a sob, their shoulders raising to around their ears. They- they couldn't- this- it wasn't fair!
Which was worse? Fifteen cuts from the knife or fifteen strikes from the club?
Oakley wasn't sure. They knew Circe had an uncanny skill with a blade, that she knew how to make a cut hurt. But she also knew where it caused a risk of bleeding out, or where it would cause permanent damage. Oakley didn't know how often she had used a club to beat someone. They could just imagine their ribs cracking under the force of the wood.
"I'm getting impatient," Circe warned. Oakley pressed their hand a bit tighter against their mouth, barely muffling a cry of desperation.
Slowly, they raised their other hand to point at the knife.
"Very well then," Oakley flinched as Circe tossed the club across the tent, and adjusted her grip on the blade. "Are you going to come over here on your own, or do I have to drag you?"
Oakley blinked, more tears rolling down their cheeks as they shook their head, taking a cautious step forwards. Circe's icy eyes seemed to pierce through their very soul. They knew better than to try and beg or plead as they lowered their hand from their mouth, and slowly walked to where the woman stood.
"Oh, you're so good for me, dove," Circe raised her hand, and Oakley cringed back as her long fingers brushed against their cheek. "You know I don't want to hurt you, right? I have to, otherwise you'll never learn," The woman muttered as she brushed back a lock of Oakley's hair, tucking it behind their ear as they nodded, almost automatically.
She didn't want to hurt them. Oakley had messed up. It was their fault, and they deserved this.
"I know I said fifteen, but I think I'll lower it to ten, because you really do seem sorry. Is that right?" Circe cupped their chin, tilting their head up until Oakley's eyes met hers. Their tears glinted in the lantern light. "Are you sorry?"
Oakley nodded into her hand, sniffling quietly.
"Oh honey, you're so pretty when you cry. I'll make this quick," Circe promised, as she thumbed away another one of their tears, before releasing their chin.
Oakley stood still as Circe moved behind them, only raising their arms as she guided their tunic up and over their head. Their skin pricked with the sudden exposure, as a chill crept down their spine.
Circe dropped the bundle of fabric to the ground, and rested the tip of the knife just behind Oakley's shoulder blade. The hairs along the back of their neck rose, a terrible anticipation settling into their gut.
"I want you to know that I don't enjoy hurting you, Oakley," Circe said quietly, as she began to dig the tip of the blade into their skin. With their back turned, Oakley couldn't see the grin that began to spread across her lips.
Oakley bit down on their lip, barely holding back a cry as she slashed the first line into their scarred skin.
Oh boy ! Long text ahead ! So Oakley's tied up in the tent right and the clan has put a camp in the woods . Circe is just out the tent for whatever reason and a POISONOUS AND VERY DANGEROUS SNAKE slithers in the tent. Poor Oakley all tied up and gagged unable to get away and the snake is getting near ( your choice to have Circe save them just before it bites or Oakley getting the ✨chomp✨ ) .
P.S : I am evil . I mean look at this . I have evilness in me to the size of Eiffel tower.
-Evil anon
Oh yes. This is definitely going to happen.
Oakley’s going to be screaming through the gag, pleading, begging someone to help them. There’s nothing in the tent they can use to defend themself, and with their arms bound behind their back they can’t do anything but squirm as far away as they can.
Ooh maybe Circe is out on a raid or a hunting trip (because she usually lets Oakley free when she’s around camp) so Oakley knows they’re on their own, unless they can get the attention of one of Circe’s clan mates.
AS A NEW GIFT FOR OAKLEY BECAUSE MY LAST ONE DIDNT WORK SO WELL HEHE, I GIVE THEM A BUNCH OF PRETTY FLOWERS AND A NICE MEAL
Oakley’s face blushed bright pink, as they take the flowers in their hands. They raise the bouquet to their face, and take a deep breath, letting the floral scents overtake their world for a moment.
“Thank you,” They slowly lower the flowers, a soft, genuine smile gracing their lips. They set the flowers down on their bed, before picking up the plate that had been given to them.
Tears pricked the back of their eyes as they began to eat.
This was the best thing that’s happened to them in years.
As a gift ! How about Oakley getting a letter from Cass in the current timeline. They aren't able to read it , but what do you reckon might be written on it . what would Cass need to say to Oakley.
-Evil anon
Ohhh this is good
Oakley would definitely start crying, because they can’t read it, and they can’t ask anyone to read it to them, for obvious reasons.
Cass would write a very heartfelt letter about how much she missed them, and how much things have changed. She would tell them that her father was no longer around, and she inherited the entire house. She would also say that a day hasn’t passed where she didn’t look at the picture Oakley painted.
She would write down her address, and write for Oakley to tell their master (assuming by current timeline you mean that Oakley is still with Master Elias, even though I’ve spoiled a lot about their future) that she is willing to offer any amount of money to buy them back.
Oakley would run their fingers over the curly lettering, and just imagine what the words said. It had been years, Cass had probably changed so much, yet just looking at the familiar writing, remembering the times Cass would hold her hand over Oakley’s, and guide their hand as she showed them how to write the letter “A”.
They would imagine the words written on the piece of parchment, the piece of Cass’s soul trapped in ink. One of their tears landed in the paper, and a bit of the ink ran.
Maybe, and that’s a big maybe, they would take the letter to Maximus, and ask him to read it out to them.
Oakley stiffens immediately as the arms wrap around them, sucking in a sharp breath. Their eyes widened, as their face twisted, their chapped lips pressing together. A pained look flashed behind their eyes, as their cheeks flushed slightly.
They didn’t dare pull away, no matter how uncomfortable they felt. It was like the touch was burning them, melting through their skin like acid. They hated it.
Sadly, it wasn’t the worst gift they had ever received.
ok ok so is Circe the kind of whumper to use Oakley as a meat shield ? asking for Reasons
- Luce
A- a meat shield??!??
This is my first time hearing that term and I’m slightly concerned
No, not really. She wouldn’t risk them getting harmed or killed. She would think that that’s savage and brutal (pfft, says her)
She only hurts oakley when she has to, when they deserve it. She would make sure they’re tucked away and hissed during a raid or attack, thoroughly bound and gagged as to not risk anyone finding them.
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