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Commission sketch done for Seraph of their Hundred Line OC Otto!

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CW: captivity, male whumpee, female whumper, asthmatic whumpee, begging, forced intoxication, noncon drugging, restraints, threat of burns, implied past abuse (belt beatings), intimate whumper, degradation, crying

Masterpost

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Otto never thought he would be somewhere like this; surrounded by tons of extravagant luxuries, nightgowns of silk and lace adorning his skin. A life where things like comfort and security were a given and not something you had to fight for. A life like this was always so far out of his eye line it wasn't even a speck on the horizon.

But if he knew the cost before the check was signed, if he had glimpsed the ink that would inevitably seal his fate, he would have happily continued living the ordinary, boring life no one gave a second glace at. He would have gladly played the unimportant side character, a blimp in the background, not once looking back at his decision if he knew what laid within the director’s cut.

Now here he sat: kneeling on the hard floor, bruised knees turning a deep shade of purple from being forced to crawl like a scorned dog. The violent flames of a fire baked his flushed face and stole the air from his already wheezing lungs. They constricted in his chest like an iron vise, hardly able to take in enough air to keep him from crashing to the ground, each breath keeping him on the edge suffocation as the tang of blood became a stain on his tongue. He was on the brink of death with each inhale; fighting for his life on every exhale while his owner constricted the leash on his existence.

His head floated miles above his body, his conciseness just a mere toy for his captor to squeeze and bend at her wish. She was more than satisfied in making him guess whether he’d live or die each day.

Silvanae sat propped in a plush chair, on knee slung over the other, resting on her self appointed pedestal she saw no one else was worthy of. Hovering like a sovereign empress carrying the weight of a heavy crown, wine swirling around in her glass. From a tilt, it almost resembled blood.

A delicately manicured finger hooked itself under Otto’s chin, tilting his teary gaze up to stare into the monarch’s eyes. She smiled as sharply as a wolf down at it’s prey while she brought her glass to his lips. Otto didn't have a chance to reaction let alone resister what was happening before he was drowning in the sting of alcohol, it rolled down his face, mixing with his tears as it soaked his nightgown. He gagged, doubling over to try to stop the burning liquid from stealing what little air he had.

“Just like you to waste a perfectly good wine,” she sneered down at him, letting him go to hack up the last of the drink, accent thick with malice, “No matter, I have plenty more for us to enjoy.”

“Please I—can't breathe I-….please stop–” his pleas were cut short as an inhaler parted his lips. The subtle disperse of fumes entered his airway. A hand clamped down over his nose and mouth until he was forced to inhale the tainted air. Otto’s desperate squirming didn't matter—his struggles slowed under her grasp, head lazing against the hand on the nape of his neck to keep him from escaping.

“Ah ah ah,” she tsked, “Can't have you blacking out on me again.” She hushed him as the smoke settled in his lungs. It was drugged—something that made him twitchy and weak—the perfect concoction to keep him awake yet pliant, bound to the hearth of the fireplace and too feeble to wiggle out of the restraints far too close to the flames.

He wheezed out any foolish hope of escape he had and let the tears fall for the other’s entertainment. If he was lucky maybe he wouldn't remember this in the morning. The bite of the ropes around his wrist would just be another cut he couldn't recall getting. He missed when those used to be tiny scratches, barely noticeable, and not swollen lashes in the shape of belt buckles.

Laughter erupted from above him, “Do you ever not cry? Honestly, you're lucky you're pretty or you would just be pathetic.”

She let go of his face to pour another glass, stopping before it reached her lips. Her eyes glinted dangerously in the fire’s light as she smiled. To Otto, that smile usually meant pain. Deep dread pooled in his gut before she even spoke, inky black tentacles leached off his nerves as she leaned forward, “Why don't we see how many tears this will wring out of you.”

Otto could only beg desperately as Sil’s glass of wine was tipped onto the length of rope.

Hii I'm a rat now. Skitters away.

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quick sumary of all of ur ocs?

okay i’m not sure if this will be quick because there’s a LOT HAHA

the last lab rat ocs:

dew - 23, he/him, autistic, trans, polyamorous asexual panromantic. anton’s sad test subject with wings and weird eyes. loves to fly and loves his friends

anton - 26, he/it, autistic, trans, aroace. silly mad scientist. does not want to think about his past. tries to be nice to his test subjects but fails at it

max - 22 when they died, they/it, autistic, ptsd, genderqueer, gay. anton’s previous test subject who died mysteriously and haunts the lab as a ghost. has trouble remembering. went through the horrors

basil and sasha - anton’s mouse and snake friends. he basically a device that allows them to talk. basil died though .. sasha helps dew escape but they’re not very good at it

pierce - anton’s mentor and father figure. taught him everything he knows. cold and clinical and does not gaf about the wellbeing of his subjects. evil and fucked up i hate him and im throwing rocks at him.

hayden, layla and sawyer - dew’s friends and roommates. they like video games and fun stuff. they do not realize dew’s missing because anton cloned him

blood runs cold ocs:

silas - gay vampire mortician who eats corpses and tortures people for fun. i love him so much please he needs to be vivisected and thrown into the sun and buried alive and gutted and mind controlled and

aspen - 20, he/they, bisexual, autistic, trans, dog/wolf furry and otherkin. immortal human who gets tormented by silas for a long ass time. goes through the horrors. eventually gets turned into a werewolf

lyle - 20, she/her, autistic, lesbian, trans. yet another oc who haunts the narrative. died before the story started but this is not the end. studied witchcraft and dark magic and all that. more will be revealed eventually

harley - werewolf who turned aspen. they’re also boyfriends and love eachother very much. they cuddle in their wolf den together its so cute. harley can be scary at times but that’s okay

ambrose - silas’s ex. the vampire who turned him. they match each others freak in the worst ways please somebody kill them both. ambrose has a lot of thralls and loves mind controlling people. possessive control freak. killed by silas

other ocs you might see here:

ollie - humanoid rat creature. he/him. lab rat. 3 inches tall. runt of the litter. is pretty smart and crafty but unfortunately freezes up when he gets scared which is most of the time. does not like being picked up

mozzarella - ollie’s sibling. any pronouns. 6 inches tall. transfem. freak of nature. radioactive. has rabies. became a mad scientist after escaping the lab. do not let this thing near you

oakley - ollie and mozzie’s sibling. they/it/she/he. genderfluid. also a freak. genuinely would not mind being kept as a pet. that just makes life easier for it. dangle them by the tail and toss them around and put them in a cage for enrichment

the trickler - dumbass faerie who’s really really bad at being a fae. has internet brainrot humor and gets magic by pranking or annoying people. has toxic yaoi with his computer

byte - trickler’s computer. doesn’t know how it gained sentience but knows it has something to do with that stupid fae. hates the trickler but also loves him. toxic yaoi ass

i might reblog this with more eventually but for now these are most of the ones that i’ve mentioned here and that are in my brain a lot