“Wait what me? Umm... Sure go on, a hug sounds nice right now.” Quentin smiles politely towards the other version of himself, his head tilts slightly in that trained motion without his notice with his arms open and ready.
(I love your blog you cutie, thank you for sending the ask with a hug I really appreciate it! :3)
Hey Dwight! Hows it going? I just wanted to send an ask to see how you've been.
“Q-Quentin! O-Oh me? I-I’m good just uh- how are uh you? Been… busy with stuff and The Entity and-… Pizza deliveries through Vigo’s mirror yeh know the usual- Shell is very helpful with that…”
He goes quiet for a few moments then jumps as if shaking himself from his thoughts, his expression once more light and less thoughtful and worried.
Ah, Of course it’d be you sending an ask huh, Krueger? Should have guessed. My sleep? As if you didn’t know already, Nightmare. But you know when you don’t visit to interrupt my sleep, it’s not horrid i guess.
Take a look if you want to! had a lot of trouble tagging it so I just kinda gave up. If you want to read the small drabble here you can as well just click read more
The Caged-Bird Trainer, and The Kneeling Caged-Bird
Forced to kneel by their captor's side as they hold an important meeting, knowing they are only there as a declaration, a symbol of status and power
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Triggering Content: Conditioning, Forced To Kneel, Caged Birds, Caged Bird Trainer, Rebroken, Rewarding, Momentary Disobedience, Spoken to like a child, Petting, Threat of pain if misbehaved, Campfire, The Fog, Kneel on the ground
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Quentin looks nervously at Steve who gave a smile and gestures for him to come and nest by the campfire with him and the gang. Quentin swallows anxiously, as he tiredly makes his way over towards them. He was going to sit on the log, but Steve lets out a disaproving sound as he speaks down to Quentin as if he was just a disobedient child to scold. "Tck. You know better then that my pretty Birdy." Quentin flinches instantly, unwilling to look at the others to see there responses to Steve's words. Quentin kneels down by Steve's side staring at his knees, Steve smiles at his rebroken caged bird. His hand petting through Quentin's curly brown locks, who in turn can't stop himself from leaning into the comforting touch. Even if it was from his trainer. "Ah just so perfect to see you where you belong my Caged Bird, so beautifully well behaved now that you have me to help huh." Quentin nods as he thinks in a conditioned way to himself. "See, good bird, good birds don't get hurt as bad, obey and get rewards like a caged bird should, yes this is good, I̶.. ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶.̶."
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Just a small idea inspired by that prompt, so I wrote it so I didn't lose it.