Just a dedicated side blog for my OC shenanigans since I wanted somewhere I could throw all my rambles about them lol
This blog will include;
OCxCanon rambles
Whump
Fluff
OC rambles
OC art
OCxCanon art
occasional nsfw/nsft/nsfwhump
self-shippy content
My main tags are-
#Kweeny OC for my regular posting
#kweenyOC rambles for my OC posting
#kweenyOC art for posts with my art in them
#KweenyOCWrites for my character blurbs and snippets
#KweenysWhumpWriting for my whump character blurbs and snippets
#Kweeny Worldbuilds for my posts on personal additions I'd make the canon(s) of my characters
And my OC tags are-
#OC: Sariah Deol for my Sariah posts
#OC: Richard "Rick" Ovídio Aronne for my Rick posts
#OC: Mary Langston for my Dr. Langston posts
Also, I'm a sharing selfshipper, so doubles and other sharers feel free to interact! If the contents of this blog upsets you tho just block and move on lol, I refuse to engage in discourse over fiction
My F/Os below the cut Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→
Current ❤ Dormant ❤
Kurt Wagner (comicverse) ❤
Rengoku Kyojuro (Demon Slayer) ❤
Sun & Moon DCA (FNAF) ❤
Tamaki Amajiki (BNHA) ❤
Ejiro Kirishima (BNHA) ❤
Sans the Skeleton (Undertale) ❤
Cold, weak breaths hit the leather sitting a few millimeters from their lips, the concrete smooth and cold beneath them as they lay prone on the ground.
Sariah had fucked up again, their correction leaving them nothing but a bloody mess on the floor.
Their muzzle was digging into the old scars along their cheeks and nose, the pain melding with the rest of the agony washing over them. it hurts hurts hurts hurts- The soft whine of pain dies in the back of their throat as Sir look down on them though, the sound of his dress shoes stepping across the concrete making them shake.
"Have you learned your lesson this time Sariah?" They don't try to answer behind the muzzle, not interested in another lesson on how demons didn't speak. their name meant he was still mad
Weakly, they nod from their place on the ground, horns scraping against the concrete floor as they keep their eyes averted. Somewhere above them Sir smiles, crouching down to roughly pat the leather over their cheek. "Good daemon. We'll see how long this one sticks." Tears spring to their eyes at his words. they hate the relief that bubbles up at the lack of their name.
I can be good though! Sariah wanted to yell, hot trails slipping from their eyes along the edge of the muzzle. I can be good I can be good I can be good-
It wasn't true though, and they both know it. Sariah was never good, they just had stretches of good behavior before they inevitably fucked up enough to need correction again. they hated being corrected-
. . .
They're dragged back to their room by their tail, their current handler uncaring of the sharp ache the action leaves in the base of their spine or the bloody trail it leaves in its wake. The heavy metal door shuts with a thud as they're thrown inside, landing with a muffled yelp on their broken broken broken ribs.
Sariah drags themself over to their little cot, wheezing as they pull themself up onto it with a sob and collapse. Every inhale was another spike of agony as they were unable to stop their breath from shaking.
Despite that, they try to keep their breathing shallow, lying flat on their back despite their desire to curl into themself and disappear. They'd tried doing that once when they were younger and nearly punctured their lung.
What they can't stop however, are the hot tears that spring to the corners of their eyes and slip down to their hairline, desperately trying to bite back their sobs so the pain wouldn't get worse.
I'm sorry. It's the only thing they can think as they sit in agony and wait for their ribs to start mending.
Poor Sharia!! I wanna give the baby a hug and some warm milk, and warmed blankets, she is so dear to me already :(.
That being said, this is outstanding, both for a first work and in general!! I love the way you write desperation by utilizing repetition. Furthermore the lack of proper names for the whumpers really emphasizes Sharia’s innocence, allowing the reader to emphasize and adding a heartbreaking touch to this short, though gruesome, scene.
If you’re going to write more may please I be added to the series taglist?
there are some things a character should not be able to tell us about themselves EVEN with a gun to their head. depending on the character that could even expand to include "most" things
i'm talking "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink" territory. "i've constructed an elaborate rube goldberg machine of plot to force this character to have precisely the realization about themselves that i want them to, and i'm only maybe 60% sure it'll work" territory. "the deity of their choice reveals it to them in a dream and they wake up and say, 'no, that can't be right,' and promptly forget about it" territory.
hnnnnnnn, I am having. thoughts. about my man Richard and the specific flavor of dehumanization that he runs with in his head to justify his godawful treatment towards Sariah gaahhh
okay okay, so, in my notes for him I have his reasoning for being the way he is as so fucky. like, he doesn't view mutants with physical mutations as human, but he also doesn't go the easy route and view them as animals either? In his head they both are and aren't alive in this weird sorta limbo depending on the individual mutant and god is it confusing. but imma try and explain it anyways.
okay so, to start off with, Rick very much is a vessel for my own headcannon that there is a large population of humanity that dehumanizes mutants in a way that's not often explored, and that's as creatures of myth. particularly, things like the Fae or nature spirits, stuff like that.
Rick falls into this, in that in his head, mutants like Sariah are 'alive', but function in a way that is completely incompatible with humanity, hence, they don't need to be treated like humans since they aren't human, at least by his own logic.
In his head, mutants with physical mutations are things, not in the way a tree or an animal is, but in the way faerie might be. It's not human, it's not an animal, it's a creature whose very nature lies at odds with humanity, no matter how much it may try to play-act at being human. This is why no matter how much Sariah tried to prove their humanity, or even just their personhood early into their captivity, Rick completely shuts it down; because in his mind this is just an act being put on by an inhuman creature in order to gain sympathy from its captors.
But here's were the whole thing gets fucky- Rick doesn't view mutants as inherently bad or evil. Hell, he doesn't even view Sariah as inherently bad, he just views them as a creature that's following its instinctive nature, and thus needs those instincts beaten out of it in order to be made useful/safe. They're a thing, yes, but that just means that they can't be held responsible for their 'mistakes' because it would be stupid to expect something like that to go against its nature indefinitely, no matter how many beatings it takes.
And I know it's not clear on this blog so far, but one of the things I've been trying to do with Rick in my writing is differentiate how he refers to Sariah versus his subordinates (and Sariah themself) with the whole 'demon' vs 'daemon' thing. because daemon is not just a misspelling of demon, it's actually a root word for it from greek that means a creature between a god and a mortal. so like, he isn't calling them a demon, he's calling them a spirit akin to a fae, it just sounds like the word demon, and because of their appearance, that's what most of the other members of the gang think Sariah is.
And goddddd, it fucks me up. He fucks me up so badly because for him he always views the good behavior as temporary, and all the 'bad' behavior as Sariah's 'true nature' and it fucks me up. Cause you know one of the biggest reoccurring themes in stories about spirits and fae? they try to pretend to be human to trick people. They act like people, or like lost children, in an effort to lure away people to mess with them, so in Rick's head he's doing everything in his power not to be taken advantage of by this 'mythical' creature he's acquired.
So for him, the goal isn't to 'teach Sariah obedience', it's to make them scared/traumatized enough by the corrections to stay in-line with his orders and not go against the gang. The goal is for them to be too afraid of their own instincts and the 'corrections' they get in response to try and retaliate. It's why he keeps upping the ante as Sariah get's older- they keep 'retaliating/lashing out' a.k.a. having the very human fight/flight response to the fear and pain they're experiencing. So in his mind, the corrections aren't working and he needs to make them more intense.
It's why he never tried to just manipulate Sariah into working for him; do know how stupid of an idea it would be to try and trick a fae/spirit? a being whose entire existence is founded on tricking people? So like, from Rick's perspective this is all his efforts to keep a dangerous supernatural entity controlled. It doesn't matter that it's a 'child' right now, even a young predator is still dangerous. At least by coming into possession of it young he can 'train' it into fearing him more than it trusts it's own instincts.
It's also why he keeps depriving them of 'human' things like food, water, proper sleep, etc. If they aren't human then they don't need those things, not the same way a human does. They still need to eat, but what does it matter if it's kitchen scraps or dog food? Neither of those are what Sariah 'naturally' eats as far as he's concerned, so what does it matter if he feeds it kibble? that's easier to keep and store anyways. It doesn't need painkillers or medication, who knows how well those would even work on it? just drug it up so it's not cognizant enough to retaliate in its confusion and let it heal on its own. We'll take it to the doctor for any serious or immediate threats.
This is also why Rick purposely trained Sariah into fearing their own name. Everyone knows that names are important to faerie creatures and spirits, and that knowing the creature's name gives you control of it. So, why not go the extra mile and make sure it fears its name? Make sure it knows that its name is something meant to hurt and control it with? that way it never tries to give its name to someone who might help it.
Which like, I as the author and you as the audience know isn't true. And anyone in the story who knows mutants are human and not mythical creatures knows isn't true. But fuck, that's what makes it so fun.
[tw. recovery whump, self-retraumatization, bad coping method (muzzling), vague references to oral assault, angst, nonhuman/mutant whumpee, conditioned whumpee]
Sariah wakes just like they do every night since their 'rescue', curled up under the too-big bed provided to them as they choke on a shuddering inhale. Their claws spring up to grasp at their face, confused about the lack of leather scenting their air as their tail coils around themself. Where was-
Right, their muzzle, they didn't have it anymore. They needed their muzzle. They didn't- without the muzzle they didn't know what was and wasn't allowed. Were they meant to speak? To beg? To open wide and mind their teeth? They don't know, they don't know, they wanted the comfort of knowing. The lack of it just made the anxiety buzzing under their skin worse.
But they hate the muzzle. They hate it, but the muzzle was a rule, an in-built order to keep their mouth shut and be good. At least with their muzzle they knew what their handlers wanted from them. They knew what they were meant to do.
After all, what were they meant to do with this much freedom? They didn't know if their sounds were meant to be swallowed or allowed to ring out, if they were supposed to part their lips or beg pretty the way they were taught. they wanted to know. At least with their muzzle they knew what was expected from them.
Maybe… maybe it was lost. Or needed to be replaced. Yes, maybe it just needed to be replaced. They could replace their muzzle. They could be good. they could be good, they could be good, they could be good, they could be good- It isn't hard, to call the mist to their palms and build leather beneath their fingers, years upon years with the material around them burning its structure into their mind.
Brushing their claws against the back of their head and dragging them across their cheeks, thick leather slowly forms under their claws and over the bridge of their nose. The heavy weight of a padlock rests at the base of their skull, and with the leather digging into their skin they can finally breathe.
The ache is familiar, comforting in a way that leaves them sick but at least it's the kind of sick they know how to deal with. Finally, the suffocating weight of anxiety that had been sitting in their chest dulls down to something they actually know how to manage. they hope their new handlers will be happy, they've been good, right? Falling back asleep is easier this time, the feeling of their own cold breaths hitting their lips lulling them to sleep as they tuck their tail around themself. they were finally being good.
they were good, they were good, they were good, they were good- That was the mantra that they drifted off to in their own mind as they breathed in the stale scent of leather.
Cold, weak breaths hit the leather sitting a few millimeters from their lips, the concrete smooth and cold beneath them as they lay prone on the ground.
Sariah had fucked up again, their correction leaving them nothing but a bloody mess on the floor.
Their muzzle was digging into the old scars along their cheeks and nose, the pain melding with the rest of the agony washing over them. it hurts hurts hurts hurts- The soft whine of pain dies in the back of their throat as Sir look down on them though, the sound of his dress shoes stepping across the concrete making them shake.
"Have you learned your lesson this time Sariah?" They don't try to answer behind the muzzle, not interested in another lesson on how demons didn't speak. their name meant he was still mad
Weakly, they nod from their place on the ground, horns scraping against the concrete floor as they keep their eyes averted. Somewhere above them Sir smiles, crouching down to roughly pat the leather over their cheek. "Good daemon. We'll see how long this one sticks." Tears spring to their eyes at his words. they hate the relief that bubbles up at the lack of their name.
I can be good though! Sariah wanted to yell, hot trails slipping from their eyes along the edge of the muzzle. I can be good I can be good I can be good-
It wasn't true though, and they both know it. Sariah was never good, they just had stretches of good behavior before they inevitably fucked up enough to need correction again. they hated being corrected-
. . .
They're dragged back to their room by their tail, their current handler uncaring of the sharp ache the action leaves in the base of their spine or the bloody trail it leaves in its wake. The heavy metal door shuts with a thud as they're thrown inside, landing with a muffled yelp on their broken broken broken ribs.
Sariah drags themself over to their little cot, wheezing as they pull themself up onto it with a sob and collapse. Every inhale was another spike of agony as they were unable to stop their breath from shaking.
Despite that, they try to keep their breathing shallow, lying flat on their back despite their desire to curl into themself and disappear. They'd tried doing that once when they were younger and nearly punctured their lung.
What they can't stop however, are the hot tears that spring to the corners of their eyes and slip down to their hairline, desperately trying to bite back their sobs so the pain wouldn't get worse.
I'm sorry. It's the only thing they can think as they sit in agony and wait for their ribs to start mending.
okay so this is their basic ref sheet and what I imagine them in for most of their time post-rescue. it's really simple/easy clothes that hides most of their injuries/scars since they don't like people seeing them
Scar Ref. Sheet [tw. non-consensual body modification, electrical burns, medical whump, branding, self-harm, power overuse, lung & chest injury, partial nudity (they're in their undies)]
ehehehe, wanted to just post this whumpy piece by itself cause I love it <3
This is when Sariah was around 16 after a failed escape attempt. Rick was not happy because they injured multiple men while trying to run as well as a client. To say he was pissed would be an understatement
Which obviously meant they needed to be corrected more thoroughly this time :)
Love Sariah, and one of my favorite little bits about them is that they are very much a 'it's in the past and therefore not worth dwelling on' kinda person. With a sprinkle of pretending like they're fine when they absolutely aren't.
Because the thing is, Sariah desperately wants to not remember their trauma. They don't wanna talk about, they don't want it brought up, they don't even want to think about what they went through. They want to pretend it didn't happen at all.
But the issue is, Sariah does remember their time with the gang, and they remember it vividly. They genuinely are just trying to actively repress those memories into the abyss because thinking about them sends them into a panic attack near instantly
They remember their whumpers' faces, they remember Rick's full name, they even remember the vague area in the city the warehouse they were held captive in was located. They remember all of it, but thinking about those memories for longer then a few seconds leaves them panicking so bad they think they're dying
This of course is going to come with it's own problems, because they aren't going to be able to explain to anyone what the hell is triggering them until a while down the line. Mostly, because they're paranoid that if any information they give out about the gang gets back to Rick, the fucker is gonna use it to track them down and drag them back under his thumb kicking and screaming
And like, that is a valid fear for them to have because Rick has done that exact thing to a few other folks who tried to escape the gang in the past. And he made Sariah watch their torture as a threat.
actually, after fleshing out their backstory a little bit, I've decided to retcon this a little
Sariah doesn't remember a lot of their childhood. Most of it after the age of 12 is a blur due to being drugged so often. They do know Rick's full name and the general area where they were kept, but beyond that a lot of it is a blur. The memories are fuzzy and indistinct and all under a haze of pain and terror in their mind that they can't quite see through.
And this still causes issues, because they still can't think about what was done to them without a panic attack. Now though there's a double whammy that the trauma is compounded by the fact that they don't remember all the details of what happened to them, just the broad strokes of pain and horror. There are details here and there, but not a lot of context behind them. Just a snippet of memory with a truckload of trauma attached to it that can trigger them at any given time.
Which still gives me the leeway to have them panic about stuff relating to their trauma, but with the added bonus of keeping what exactly happened vague when writing from Sariah's perspective! Cause they don't know the full extent of what was done to them and that lack of knowledge haunts them (and feeds into their later control/consent issues regarding their own body)
They take a breath before finally lifting their gaze to the mirror. The apprehension on their face is the first thing they notice, hands smoothing over the smooth material of their binder as they finally take in their appearance with it.
The breath gets knocked out of them as they actually take in the way they look, ears perking as their eyes go wide. Something bright and giddy bursts in the back of their head and makes their tail flick behind them happily, like something they didn't even realize was disconnected suddenly clicked into place in their mind.
Tears spring to their eyes as something overwhelmingly happy washes over them, a soft sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob bubbling past their lips as they take in their reflection. For the first time in their life, Sariah felt right, like their body was truly, actually their own. Not Rick's, not their clients', but theirs. Wholly, fully theirs.
They wonder for a moment, as they take in their appearance staring back at them, if this is what joy felt like. True, unadulterated joy. they felt right. for the first time in their life, Sariah felt right.
I finally finished my Sariah backstory fic! It's so whumpy, I love it <3
gotta keep it archive locked tho cause woof, it's a little too dark for me to just have it out there all willy-nilly
... Prelude ... (14019 words) by Kweeny_Luv
Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
Relationships: Sariah Deol | Pyxis (OC) & Original Male Character(s), Sariah Deol | Pyxis (OC) & Richard "Rick" Ovídio Aronne (OC)
Characters: Original Mutant Characters (X-Men), Original Characters, Sariah Deol | Pyxis (OC), Richard "Rick" Ovídio Aronne (OC)
Additional Tags: Whump, Torture, Forced Prostitution, Child Abuse, Underage Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Waterboarding, Drowning, Near Drowning, Kurt doesn't show up until literally the last chapter yall, this entire fic is just me whumping my OC, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sexual Assault, Sexual Abuse, Do Not Use With Or For AI Training or Chat GPT, Do Not Use With AI in Any Capacity, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Depiction of Rape, Underage Rape/Non-con, Explicit Depiction of Child Abuse, Underage Prostitution, Broken Bones, Electrocution, Hurt No Comfort, Dehumanization, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Dehumanization, Internalized Dehumanization
been thinking about strength and how it applies to Sariah
Sariah strikes me as the kind of person who is very very strong, but not in the way that one might usually associate with strength. I think they have a very Cinderella-type of strength. That quiet, determined perseverance to get back up and keep going even when everything is screaming at them to just lie down and stop.
I don't think they're the kind of strong you usually see in female characters either, which is usually some flavor of boss bitch or badass babe archetype. Which like, I love those characters don't get me wrong, but there's something so compelling about the strength of a character who chooses their own peace time and time again.
This is part of why I think they'd be such a good match for Kurt. Most of Kurt's canon love interests have been fellow front-liners from all allegiances, absolute badasses on every front and I love that for them honestly! But it just never stuck me as the type of love-interest Kurt needed.
The current one in the Uncanny storyline, McKenzie I think? She's... close, but the whole thing feels very rushed for my taste and I think her being human leaves her too out of the loop on mutant issues for it to work out long-term.
Granted I have the power to just insert Sariah at the beginning to the X-Men continuity in my AU so I admit that part's a bit unfair, but the rest of their characterization is where the real meat of the matter is.
Sariah isn't a front-liner. They aren't a combatant, the don't fight the big fights or throw themself into danger with the xmen team, and most importantly, they don't put the greater good over their own life.
That's not to say they're evil or that they'll sacrifice the greater good for themself! What I mean is that they won't force themself into a position where they have to sacrifice their own peace for something they can't guarantee. And that takes a kind of strength that isn't really touched upon I think with the self-sacrificial shtick most of the xmen have; that their own happiness is worth protecting.
And I mean yeah, the xmen's whole thing is about protecting mutant kind, I know, but they so often do that at the expense of themselves and Kurt especially. I think that someone like Sariah, someone soft and strong who focuses that strength on choosing their life and all the people they include in it, is exactly what Kurt needs.
Cause the reason most of his canon romances fall apart is because Kurt can't give up his responsibility to mutant kind, and his love interest can't give up their responsibility to whatever it is that they've sworn themself to, which inevitably ends up tearing them apart. With Sariah however, they love deeply and fiercely, and would rather bite off their own tongue than sacrifice their loved ones for anything else.
But they also don't want to be a hero. What they want is a normal life with their loved ones at their side. And I think that sort of groundedness is what Kurt needs in a partner. Not someone he can fight on the battle field with, but someone he can build a home with.
And it takes a very particular type of strength to say 'no. my peace is worth protecting, my loved ones are worth being soft for. I will not let the cruelty of the world bend me into something sharp. My hands are worth more than the violence they can bring about.'
