Call me Sora or Luna or Tom (I have no preference) // genderfaun // he/dex // 20 y/o // main account is @gendeerdeer (sometimes I reblog things from that account)
I got very into whump very suddenly about a month ago and I finally decided to make a separate blog for it.
I like: pet whump; carewhumpers; role reversals (whumper turned caretaker; whumper turned whumpee; caretaker turned whumpee); conditioned whumpees; intimate whumpers; sadistic whumpers; whumpee thinking caretaker is their new master (love this in particular); disabled characters (does not matter if it's whumpee, whumper, or caretaker); abandoned whumpees; recovery whump; self punishment
I don't like: lady whump; military whump (these have exceptions); magic whump
It's ok if you like what I don't or if you don't like what I do
They were just going through the motions at this point. Villain had gone into villainy because of a bad financial situation, a bad job, a bad family… But it was starting to dawn on them that they were inflicting those same problems on others in their selfish drive to solve their own.
Of course, they should've thought of that before. It was really quite obvious. Or it should've been. But it wasn't, not to them.
So they began getting more reckless in their plans. Began to make plans that didn't account for them escaping. Began making plans that would force Hero to choose between Villain's life and an innocent civilian's. Frustratingly, Hero always found the way to spare them both.
They didn't want to rot behind bars.
They wanted to die.
And the thoughts were getting so bad, they just turned up on Hero's doorstep one day, in the middle of the night.
The door opened, and Villain just stood there. Hero just stood there as well, seemingly too dumbfounded to make an arrest or anything.
"Kill me," Villain said eventually, after they'd been staring at each other for a minute. "I can't do this anymore. I don't want to go to prison. I'm too cowardly to kill myself. Kill me." Then, softer, "Please."
"Villain—"
"I know you're noble. I know you don't want your hands bloodied. I know it's selfish. But that's why I'm a villain, isn't it? Because I'm selfish."
"It wouldn't be right."
"I'm begging you to."
Hero stared at them. Villain looked away. They stood there as seconds ticked by. A storm was brewing, the first drops of rain landing on Villain's cape and face.
"Get inside," Hero said.
Villain did so. They were convinced that this was it, that Hero had wordlessly agreed to their deal. But instead of being led to a torture chamber or at least a bathroom to be drowned, Hero led them to a comfortable couch and sat them down.
"Do you like berries?" they asked, and Villain's mind flashed to last meals of those on death row.
"Yeah," they said, dazed.
"I'm gonna make you some berry tea. With honey."
"Okay."
So they sat there. Like an idiot. On the soft couch. Hero's soft couch. The scent of tea was worming its way into the living room. Hero soon returned with two cups, and handed one to Villain.
"It's hot," they warned. It felt nice against Villain's cold hands.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing."
"No, I know it must be hard on you. You're not the type to kill."
"Oh," Hero breathed. Surely, they didn't think Villain was thanking them for the tea? "Villain, I'm not going to kill you."
Villain stopped with their cup halfway to their mouth. "What?"
"You can just quit villainy. You can disappear."
"I don't… have a life to go back to."
Even under the mask, they could see Hero's expression change. They looked sympathetic, almost. But surely not.
"So you want to die."
"Yes."
"What if I said there was another job in town that needed a mask?"
Villain furrowed their brows. Surely, they didn't mean…
"You could avoid prison, death, the justice system, and could earn some good karma. If you became a hero like me."
"I… I can't… With my past?"
"Nobody needs to know your past."
"You would work with a villain?"
"Not a villain anymore."
"After the stunts I've pulled?"
"We all have our reasons."
"Why are you so… understanding?"
Hero set their cup on the table. They reached up and removed their mask. Villain was so shocked, they almost dumped the entirety of the contents of their cup on themself.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing trust. Can you show me the same trust?"
Villain set their cup on the table with shaking hands. They slowly reached up and removed their mask. The rain was properly pouring now, they could hear it on the windowsill. There they were, just two regular civilians having a tea party.
"So?" Hero asked, smiling. "What do you say? Will you join me?"
"I don't think I know how to do anything but cause destruction."
"You've come up with insane schemes. I think you'll do just fine."
"I'll give it two weeks," they conceded. "If I fail as a hero, you'll kill me instead of bringing me to prison."
"Oh, in two weeks, you'll see the wonders of this job." They extended a hand. "Deal."
i am a firm believer that ocs are a reflection of the self in the way that every character you create has to hold some piece of you to really feel alive. sometimes this is why all your ocs have certain traits, sometimes this is why you can track your various issues and traumas all the way from middleschool to now based on what your ocs are like. this is a feature not a bug
as this post slowly but surely heads towards 30k and continually fills my activity, i would like to say something
there are people on this post who have wondered what it means if they have ocs who have 'bad traits' or done shitty things or the like. just cause your oc did something bad or is the bad guy of that story doesnt mean youre bad by making them and doesnt mean that is a trait you share. you can easily make ocs nothing like yourself, and people do, often. you dont write a story by making everyone a refection of yourself. but inherently all characters are a little shaded by how you personally have experienced the world. sometimes the trait you share is what makes you so different. maybe you felt hopeless about the world, so you decided to make it a better place, where as the oc felt hopeless about the world and decided it didnt matter.
shared traits arent always bad, and bad things arent always shared.
Like. When Whumper picks their clothes to make them pretty (doesn't even have to be with a specially good-looking whumpee. they dont look special. but they WILL) and picks jewelry to accentuate the color of their eyes and dresses them up like a fashion doll and pick something that looks kinda cute or just a suit with some nice hair acessories. Doesn't have to be in an Intimate Whumper way. Just. Whumpee is theirs. So they are gonna take them to a gala to show off their weapon/pet/new servant/slave/whatever and have whumpee looking Nice. And they do! But they don't want to. Making whumpee cut or grow their hair to a style that frames their face better or smth. Against whumpees will bc theyd never wear that. Although they do look pretty.
Idk i just. Going crazy with todays prompt (put on display) and drawing so many stupid iterations ANYWAYS
Just so you know I might end up getting weird(er) at some point and making AOTW Logan and Dolly friends-ish in some other universe. They have so much in common! They both have a physical disability (Dolly's a paraplegic) and coincidentally they were both trained to be art (Dolly had other tasks though so it would hypothetically have way less to go through than Logan).
omg please do!!! out of all the Logans i'd say AOTW is one of the easiest to make friends with xD and i think he would be able to relate a lot to Dolly. what kind of artwork were they trained to be? and what kind of tasks did they have? 👀
Dolly is a part of the boxboy universe and was originally dual trained as a domestic and lapdog. It was his first owner that trained him to be art.
Like Logan, Dolly was a statue. As long as its owner was home, it was meant to allow itself to be positioned in whatever way his owner wanted and hold perfectly still, only allowed to blink and breathe. It often was made to imitate famous works or was just put in strenuous positions for his owner's amusement.
When his owner was away at work Dolly was meant to take care of the house. Dusting, sweeping, even making food sometimes. General upkeep of the house. That's why Dolly was allowed freedom of movement.
oooo i see i see 🙂↕️ when did Dolly become paraplegic?
Logan would remain still at all times (no blinking or breathing, since angels can go without that) unless Vale ordered him to move or change pose. he had a very minimal amount of movement, along with whatever movement he could make during private shows (aka, forced prostitution).
Whenever Dolly would mess up while standing still (which was actually fairly rare) his owner would beat him with basically whatever he could get his hands on.
It was during an evening when its owner was having a get-together with his friends and Dolly was in a particularly difficult to hold position while balancing a bunch of things. He sneezed, dropped and broke everything, and his owner beat him with a wrench. He ended up hitting him very hard in his lower back and it was about then that Dolly realized it couldn't move its legs anymore. It was tossed out the next morning.
Just so you know I might end up getting weird(er) at some point and making AOTW Logan and Dolly friends-ish in some other universe. They have so much in common! They both have a physical disability (Dolly's a paraplegic) and coincidentally they were both trained to be art (Dolly had other tasks though so it would hypothetically have way less to go through than Logan).
omg please do!!! out of all the Logans i'd say AOTW is one of the easiest to make friends with xD and i think he would be able to relate a lot to Dolly. what kind of artwork were they trained to be? and what kind of tasks did they have? 👀
Dolly is a part of the boxboy universe and was originally dual trained as a domestic and lapdog. It was his first owner that trained him to be art.
Like Logan, Dolly was a statue. As long as its owner was home, it was meant to allow itself to be positioned in whatever way his owner wanted and hold perfectly still, only allowed to blink and breathe. It often was made to imitate famous works or was just put in strenuous positions for his owner's amusement.
When his owner was away at work Dolly was meant to take care of the house. Dusting, sweeping, even making food sometimes. General upkeep of the house. That's why Dolly was allowed freedom of movement.
for your OC of choice (feel free to do multiple): What has been the lowest moment of your life so far and why? - @emmettspace
(Finally decided on doing Dolly!)
Dolly: It doesn't remember most of its life but maybe when its last master threw it out. It didn't mean to mess up but, of course Master- er- old Master had the right to punish it. It must have done something wrong because now it can't move its legs anymore. Master didn't want a pet that couldn't do its chores.
"before AI, people would send asks for ppl's OCs to answer." saw that on a post about this awful character AI crap and i for one would LOVE to bring back OC asks, even if it's not an ask blog. let's fucking do it.
like this post if you want your OC asked something and reblog to say fuck AI.
make sure your ask box is turned on! 💌 i'll be screenshotting every ask i send just in case it gets eaten.
(feel free to tag your OCs as well or include your OC tag!)
[doc of oc asks i've sent so far]
EDIT: my tumblr is a bit broken and isn't showing me ALL the likes on this post (i know bc i'll see the notif and then not see the blog in the likes) so if i miss you, that's probably why!
Ok, so I'm not too familiar with bbu, but I had a thought and would like to share it.
Pets who do errands. More specifically, what I thought of was a pet out on its own wearing a sign that said, "Pet Running Errands; Do Not Harass," and people were supposed to treat them like service dogs and not bother them.
Pets who wear a vest while they assist their disabled or elderly owner as if they were CNAs or PCAs---just without the pesky "paying a living wage" business.
