just a masterthread thing i guess, I'll add on to this probably
Things to know:
gendered (F/M)
Rutile âYellow â
Rutipad is going to be mentioned, or as a side pairing, but not the main one
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^ cw for disturbing themes
Plot
Rutile is Yellow's unwilling pet. Medieval AU, magic/hierarchy stuff... Yellow is a powerful mage, or something... still a WIP on that. Rutile lost to Yellow in a duel and winner takes all.
Asks open for this AU! Also recs, etc. Tell me what you want to see :)
Also, side note. Yellow is going to be more inclined towards how he behaves in canon; idk. My guy just wants his past partners back... and Rutile is the perfect candidate to project that onto. He'll try to style her hair like Ruby, change her eye colors into Sapphire's, mend her personality to be like Green... Yellow is just a depressed old geezer.
Gendered because I like girltile, and guyyellow. Also because Rutile uses more feminine stuff in manga blahblabla i just like her that way. More masc Yellow representation is nice too
Hi,love your Houseki no Kuni artwork! If youâre still taking requests about drawing hnk ships,how about Yellow diamond carrying Padparadscha,who IN TURN carries vey flustered Rutile bridal style? As in all of them are in a disastrous senior citizen depressed polycule.
Aww, thank you! :)) I hope this is why you meant! I absolutely love the nursing home polycule they deserve the whole world.
*anything that can be triggering is most likely listed here, skip this post if you think it might upset you*
A is for asystole, amputation, amnesia, asphyxiation, asthma, autopsy, asylum, abandonment, anxiety, abuse, assault, aneurysm, anger, addiction
B is for blood, bruises, blunt force trauma, burns, bite marks, blisters, betrayal, beating, blindfolding, bondage, brainwashing
C is for cannibalism, cuts, convulsion, concussion, cardiac arrest, corpse, chains, cult, carnage, craniotomy, craniectomy, chest compression, choking, coughing up blood
D is for delirium, dehydration, disfigurement, dismemberment, demonic possession, death, dehumanization, degradation, depression, disease, drowning, distress, despair, dizziness, drug withdrawal
E is for exsanguination, electrical injuries, electroconvulsive therapy, electrocution, execution, exhaustion, eating disorders, emergency room
F is for fever, flu, fatality, flat-lining, fractured bones, fear, fatigue, force-feeding, flagellation, flogging
G is for garroting, gunshot wounds, grief, gallows, guillotine, guilt, gash, gag
H is for hypothermia, heatstroke, hallucination, hyperventilation, hemorrhage, handcuffing, hospital, hanging, hatred, hate
I is for intubation, infection, injuries, injection, illness, internal bleeding, intravenous therapy, insomnia, illusion, innards
J is for jealousy, jugular veins
K is for killing, kidnapping, knife
L is for laceration, lobotomy, ligature marks, lack of oxygen, loss of consciousness, lies, living weapon, locking up
M is for morgue, miscommunication, murder, manslaughter, massacre, mourning, miscarriage, masochism, mistreatment, manipulation, misery, mental illness, malnutrition
N is for nightmares, nausea, necrophilia, necrotizing fasciitis, necrosis
O is for outbreaks, obeying, operating theater
P is for physical restraints, pain, punishment, poison, panic attack, paralysis, PTSD, penetration, pierced lung
Q is for quadriceps tendon rupture, quadriparesis, Quebec platelet disorder
R is for ruptured blood vessels, respiratory failure, rabies, rape, rope, resentment, ritual
S is for schadenfreude, strangulation, starvations, shock collar, shock therapy, straightjacket, sadism, scapegoat, shame, sacrifice, sadness, sorrow, slaughter, suicide, self-harm, self-hatred, self-destruction, stabbing, slavery, seizures, stress, slash, suffering, surrendering, somnophilia, shackles, sepsis, surgery
T is for torture, trauma, tears, toxicity, trust issues, traps, tying up
U is for urinary tract infection, unresponsive, unconsciousness
V is for violence, vomiting, viruses, venom
W is for wounds, weeping, waterboarding, weakness, whipping, whimpering
rageposting i will never forget how one time i opened pixiv to look at porn only for my raging horniness to fade away in the blink of an eye because some jap artist drew aechmea x padpa unironically all to set up the two most mid ship in the fandom rutijade and fucking cairnphos. it was such a shit copium my dick that was on the brink of cumming softened immediately and i had to put my phone down in disgust. i mean fucking seriously, hello??? i mean i probably would have been fine if they didnt make rutile out to be a toxic lesbian rapist just to justify PADPAMEA??? Like. look. and the fact that they . feminized my baby boy (padpa). please. im tired. how do you . what thought process. there was a post where miss girl rutile basically got ntr'd because padpa was marrying aechmea, copium much? last time i remembered it was cairnbitch who was groomed!!! i think its still up on pixiv if you search something something the japanese ship name but like. wow. insanity. im a big dick padpa truther so the entire SAGA really hurt my soul, it raped my heart. rant over
â ď¸CW: Slave Whump, Dehumanization, Angst, Defiant Whumpee, Mention of Minor Whump (barely). If I missed anything, let me know, please!
@3-2-whump's official rating: âDasaâs gonna have a real bad time, as if he wasnât having a bad time alreadyâ
â¨ď¸A special thanks to my Beta Readers! I couldn't write a coherent sentence, much less a story without them! @3-2-whump, @generic-whumperz, @aloafofbreadwithanxiety. If you like my work, go check theirs out!
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Balor gritted his teeth, watching the great, noble Corvius, his father, go out, down the dirt path, to the slave building yet again to check on that idiot slave he called Boy. His concern for those beasts was humiliating. It was as if the man cared more about those damn slaves than him.
Watching his father preen over the slave made him wish the Drar had actually died, it was sickening. âAnd so what if Boy had died? If four days without food killed him, he deserved death. It certainly wasn't his fault Drar burned through food faster than other races,â he thought with vitriol.
 That aside, donât even get him started on that creepy runt he called Dog, the one being taught to consume poisons. Balor did not understand his fatherâs fascination with that one at all. That slave had more one on one time with his dear father than Balor ever had in his 19 years alive. It was disgusting.
Though, he wasnât that different he supposed, recalling fondly the first time heâd injured that filthy Mongrel. The sight of the slave struggling against the pain to obey Balorâs own orders not to move, the image filled him with a feeling of absolute power. Power was not something he had obtained yet, despite his privileged birth. Thus having such a complete amount of it over The Dog was intoxicating. It was a small taste of what he hunkered for.
Balor huffed back to his room to get dressed and ready for the day. He put on his usual ruffled shirt, white today, and a pair of trousers. In the mirror he swept his short sandy blonde hair to the side of his round face. After wiping his pale, blue tinged skin, a trait inherent to his race, with a wash rag he met his own cold navy-blue eyes in the mirror. He frowned, seeing how his pudge made the fabric of his shirt strain slightly. His silhouette had been a source of great displeasure lately but he couldnât bring himself to do anything about it. He pulled on his brown, gold trimmed boots, tightening the laces. Shaking off the depression, he headed out to meet up with his father.
Not finding him in the shabby, filthy, slave house off at the side of the building, Balor went out to the fields a little trek off from the main house. He shifted his blue speckled white wings in annoyance. He hated going out this far, it wasnât worth the massive energy to fly, but walking the path was drudgery. It was far too much work when he could normally just have a slave bring him everything he needed without ever needing to leave the mansion.
The fields were at harvesting. Theirs were mostly made up of fruit orchards. The yellow-skinned lel fruit dotted the nearest trees. Beyond the lel trees there were rows of grapes climbing up ornate walls built to support the vines.
âYou miscounted your yield yesterday!â He heard his father, yell at one of the slaves. The voice came from the grape fields.
He was still too far off to hear the slaveâs pathetic reply. He sure as hell heard the subsequent slap though.
âBecause of you I now need to go all the way to Xonia to clear up this mess!â Corvius exclaimed, slapping the slave again.
Balor watched the older man storm up the hill towards him and the back entrance of the mansion behind him.
âWhat happened Father?â Balor asked, trying to keep the glee out of his voice. It was satisfying to watch his father get worked up over some dumb slave.
âZan, the slave we were brought to train for old man Banks has been messing up his count for months,â Corvius answered with a scowl on his face as he began walking them back towards the mansion. âI now have to go all the way to Xonia to get this straightened out with the merchant there. That means you will be in charge here. Can I trust you not to kill any slaves while Iâm gone?â
Balor hid an eye roll, âOf course Father, you can count on me.â He was certain these next few days were going be a drag. The thought of that amount of responsibility made him tired just thinking about it.
Corvius paused walking. âIâm trusting you to run things, you best not disappoint me.â
Balor was certain his father had read his thoughts. He could feel the intrusion. The sensation made him more annoyed. It was considered rude for Tallisians to read each otherâs or even Valtensâ thoughts. It added an additional layer of insult knowing his father rarely even intruded on the slaves in this manner. âI can assure you, I wonât,â he mumbled, âYou donât have to treat me like a child, Iâm 19 now.â
âIf you are no longer a child, why is it you perpetually still act like one?â Balorâs father sighed and shook his head. âThis is an opportunity to prove yourself, you shouldnât look so gloom. Iâm leaving Zanâs discipline to you, if you do well discipline will be yours permanently.â
This got Balorâs attention, he finally met the old manâs gaze for the first time since they started talking this morning. He studied his pale blue tinged skin and weathered features. Perhaps he was looking for a hint of approval in those stern features, in which he found none of course. His thoughts turned back to fantasizing, maybe, just maybe, these next few days wouldnât be such a drag after all.
âYouâre engaged to the Crown Princess, itâs high time you start learning leadership and responsibility instead of loafing about.â
His father continued to lecture him, but Balor was hardly paying attention anymore. Instead, his mind was fantasizing about how best to make Zan suffer.
âI could make him count lashesâŚ. Nah, too simple. A stress position on the frame maybe? That had nothing to do with the infraction thoughâŚ.Forced silence, that would be a good start, I just need to decide how, and what I want to follow that up withâŚâ Balorâs thoughts continued to spin, musing on the possibilities.
He'd prefer his fatherâs favorite, The Mutt, the one heâs lived in the shadow of his whole life. Oh, how heâd love to take full control of that dog, that useless object of his fatherâs attention. Zan would have to do however, at least for now.
âMongrel!â Corvius yelled as soon as they entered the mansion. A slight echo reverberated off the polished stone of the greeting room.
The Mutt seemed to materialize from shadows, the mask of void Corvius preferred firmly plastered on its face. âCreepy beast, it barely counts as a living thing,â Balor thought as the slave knelt, pressing its forehead on the floor.
âGet my bags packed for five days,â Corvius ordered, barely glancing down at it.
âYes Master,â The Mutt replied and disappeared up the stairs.
Corvius led his son into the parlor and sat him down. âNow before I go I need to give you some instructions. First, you are not allowed to maim, kill or permanently injured Zan in any way. Second, you will be giving The Mongrel its poison doses every day.â
This further interested Balor. He loved slipping the slave some Divinityâs Downfall for the entertainment of his friends. He was owed that much from it.
âUnderstood Father,â Balor replied, barely containing his excitement.
âYou may have friends over and do as you please, but so help me if I come back to a wreck, you will be paying for it. You need to prove to me that you can manage these slaves. Show me that you can be King, consider this practice.â
His fatherâs tone was serious. The younger Tallisian knew he meant what he said and shuddered to think what âpaying for itâ would look like.
âEverything will be in perfect order when you return,â Balor tried to sound confident despite the nerves.
It wasnât long after the two had fallen into silence when The Dog returned with the packed bags for his Master.
âEverything is there?â Corvius asked with an eyebrow raised.
âYes, Master,â The Mongrel bowed.
âVery well, donât just stand there, take them to the carriage,â the Master snapped. âOh, and Balor, Iâll be taking Ruby and Boy with me,â he added as the three of them began to walk out the front door.
Outside Balor saw that the two slaves had already been harnessed up and ready. He had been a little surprised when his father said he was taking those two, but saw now saw how similar in size the two were, Boy was growing fast.
Once he saw his father off, Balor was finally free. The first thing he wanted to do was to deal with Zan.
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