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serickswrites · 5 months

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The Yule Goat

Warnings: pet whump, collar, branding, burns, conditioning, cruel whumper

"Kneel," the Master ordered as they stood in front of the Pet.

The Pet quickly dropped to their knees. It had only taken getting slapped a few times for them to realize if they didn't do as the Master ordered, there would be pain. "Yes, Master. Anything you say, Master," the Pet added hurriedly, trying to remember everything the Master wanted to hear.

"Good. You learn fast, my Pet," the Master reached down to stroke the Pet's hair.

"Thank you Master. You are too kind, Master." The Pet leaned into the Master's touch.

"I think I will keep you, my Pet. I wasn't sure at first, but you learned. And you are just so lovely to look at," the Master fisted the Pet's hair, bending the Pet's head back so they could stare into the Pet's eyes.

The Pet struggled to contain their cry. They struggled to remain pliable in the Master's grasp. But they did not struggle to avoid the Master's gaze. That had been one of their more painful lessons. The burn on their side was still painful from where the Master had slapped them with the hot fire poker.

"Don't move, my Pet," the Master said as they released the Pet's hair. "I have something for you."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." The Pet held themself as still as possible as the Master circled them.

The Master placed something around their neck. "A beautiful collar, for my beautiful Pet." The collar was tight, but not too tight. It was heavy and felt thick. "The gemstones match your beautiful eyes, pet."

"Thank you, Master, you are far too kind, Master." The Pet tried to keep their eyes wide open to disguise the tears that filled their eyes. They were collared. How could this have happened? How will they ever be free?

"Oh, I'm not done yet, pet. I have one more thing for you."

"Thank you, Master. You are--"

But the Pet couldn't finish. The words died on their tongue as a scream wrenched from their throat. The Master pressed a burning hot branding iron to the side of the Pet's neck. "Hold very still, pet, I would hate to have to do this again."

The Pet screamed and wailed as their flesh blistered and burned. The world became a blur as waves of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed them. The Master's strong arms kept the Pet upright. "This is so lovely, Pet. Now everyone will know you belong to me. Forever."

"Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master," the Pet whispered as they struggled to keep awake. "Th-Th-Thank you, M-M-Master."

The Pet's tenuous grip on consciousness began to fade as the Master removed the branding iron from their neck. They slumped against the Master. The Master's strong arms wrapped around them as their world grew dark. "Sleep, my Pet. Rest. You and I will resume your training once you wake."

The Master's voice was distant. The Pet knew they should respond. Knew they should thank the Master. But they couldn't speak through the heavy darkness that consumed them. They only hoped the Master would take mercy on them once they woke.

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stemms · 10 months

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In exile, c!Tommy had been conditioned into apologising for the littlest of things, so there’s no wonder over-apologising became his natural reaction to any kind of stressful situation, and he couldn’t get rid of it even after escaping exile.

Surprisingly enough, when he was in the company of other people, his habit wasn’t nearly as bad as when he was all alone, it was a reflection of something he did back in exile. If c!Tommy broke a rule while c!Dream was away, his immediate reaction was to droop his head in shame, try to take as little space as possible, and begin apologising in his mind repeatedly, as if c!Dream was right in front of him, judging each change of expression or movement of his.

Over-apologising had become second nature to c!Tommy, so he often apologised even for his own thoughts, especially if they involved c!Tubbo, L’Manberg or criticism of c!Dream. Those kinds of thoughts terrified him so badly because they contradicted the beliefs c!Dream had instilled in him, made him doubt his view on his relationship with c!Dream, and a possibility of c!Tommy becoming accustomed to them and accidentally voicing them in front of c!Dream.

c!Tommy had always been remarkably cautious as to not do or say something disappointing in c!Dream’s presence, and with time, he had developed repetitive thoughts with the objective of controlling himself better, which he was experiencing nearly the entire time around c!Dream. Long walks on the beach were a vital part of their morning routine, and while they walked hand in hand, there was only one thing on c!Tommy’s mind – “Be good, be good, be good- Don’t fuck this up, be good for Dream! Everything is fine, he isn’t mad, for now- Just be good, and you’ll be fine!”

#my c!prime thoughts #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp headcanon #c!primeboys #primeboys (derogatory)#c!discduo #discduo #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!dream #dreamwastaken #tw abuse #tw conditioning #tw obsessive behaviour #tw possessive behaviour #dsmp exile arc #exile arc

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picavecalyx · 22 days

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ill expand this later but- ✨️ the silva status timeline ✨️

0-5 years old: feral child living in the woods. doesn't really like people but she'll interact if she has to or wants to trick them. verbal to pokemon only.

6-7 years old: super fucking aggressive. got taken out of the forest and is pissed about it and hates people completely. nonverbal.

7-8 years old: likes specifically a few people but is still pissed but kinda calmed down about it. nonverbal.

8-9 years old: she likes people now! she's been conditioned, kind of forgor why she didn't like anyone?? semi-verbal to specific people(xerosic). the Neural Link project starts.

9 years old: omg she likes people a lot actually!! she's starting to talk to more people. experiments really kicked into gear but she hasn't felt the effects yet. just the Neural Link project.

9-10 years old: Neural Link is done, and she's kind of starting to feel tired but it's not hindering her at all. Duplicative starts soon after.

10-12 years old: she is exhausted, she is deep into experimentation and she has to sleep most of the day. she has kind of reverted to being selectively nonverbal but not aggressive, talks to pokemon more. she does not really remember any of these years.

12 years old: accident happened, she's wide awake, more awake that she's been in a little over 2 years. she doesn't talk to anyone, even her pokemon talking is sparse.

12-12.5 years old: she's left kalos halfway through, slowly calming down, talking to people in case of emergency or if she really needs to.

12.5-14 years old: happy :) but sometimes it seems off. this is till present time.

#study.#verse. pokemon.#ask to tag #tw conditioning #tw child experimentation #tw manipulation

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we-were-so-beautiful · 4 months

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4. shower

wow look it's another chapter!!! like... not that long after the last one, even! honestly I had the first 3 sections of this basically entirely written not long after finishing the last one, but eventually I decided I should probably do literally anything else for a while (hyperfocus is a real dick lol), and so I'm just now getting back to it. I thought this was gonna be on the shorter side, but it's about the same as the last one, around 1.3k! there's a pretty important reveal in this one...

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, conditioning, infected wounds, (severe) illness. As always, please let me know if there's anything else I need to tag.

[masterlist] [chapter three]

Vanessa’s never been particularly sensitive to scents—it’s a saving grace, in a mind where too much light or sound or texture can make her feel like she’s dying. But by the time the guy lying shaking on the seats behind her practically falls out of the taxi in front of her stoop, even she’s having a hard time with the smell coming off of him. Given how the driver peels away with all his windows down the second she pulls the last scrap of soiled newspaper from his backseat, it probably isn’t just her.

She turns back to the guy, for the first time finally alone with him. She’s too short to be used to talking down to people, but he’s hunched himself into that weird curled-up position again, so when she speaks it's aimed vaguely toward the top of his head. “Okay. First things first, we’re getting your ass in the shower,” she tells him. “And then we can deal with the effects of my questionable life decisions.” She pauses for a moment, considers. “Well. This one, anyway.”

There’s no way she’s getting him in through the front like this. Too many stairs, and too much dirt. The garden door will have to cut it. She motions for him to follow her down the alley, and he unfurls himself just enough to shuffle after her.

As soon as the shadows close in around them, she looks back over her shoulder. When she’s satisfied that no one can see them, she unclasps the collar from around his neck and tosses it, leash and all, into the garbage.

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Vanessa can’t say she’s ever been grateful for the fact that her parents are insane enough to have a swimming pool in the basement of their New York fucking brownstone. Quite frankly, she still isn’t; they got the fucker installed when she was a kid and she screamed for so many days they finally packed her off to a hotel with her nanny of the week just to shut her up. Which they probably should have done in the first place, given that she was nine and there was a jackhammer in her fucking basement.

What she is grateful for now, though, is that the part of this floor that isn’t taken up by the pool—or the hot tub, or the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub—is a shower stall the size of her literal bedroom. Complete with benches, and removable showerheads, and, she’s hoping, everything else she could possibly need right now.

“In here,” she motions, and he drags himself onto the tiles. “I’d offer you the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub, but you’ve barely been able to keep your head up all day and the last thing I need is to fucking drown a guy in my basement. Also no offense but you’re literally so dirty right now I’d have to drain the fucker the second you got in. After this you can have a bath whenever you want, if you’re into that sorta thing, but for right now you’re getting a damn rinse.”

—

Once he’s more or less situated on the built-in shower bench, propped up in the corner in hopes it’ll keep him from falling ass over, Vanessa gets to work, still fully clothed down to her chucks on the marble tile. She unhooks a showerhead and aims it at the drain while it warms up. “Is this okay?” she asks, pointing it at his feet, and he flinches sluggishly but doesn’t respond either way.

“I don’t know what that means, guy.” She tests the water again with her hand. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” she muses out loud. “It’s the same temperature I’d use for me, and fuck knows I’m… y’know, picky. So if you want it different you gotta tell me, okay.”

He doesn’t tell her shit. But he doesn’t flinch too much harder when she moves the stream of water up toward his knees, either, and she figures that’s the best she’s gonna get.

She leans over him and focuses the showerhead on his hair. It’s matted stiff as tree bark, the water barely able to permeate through the layers of filth. “Shit, I dunno man, your hair’s got so much crap in it. Not to mention it wouldn’t surprise me if that shelter gave you goddamn lice.” She shudders. “Might be better off just cutting it short.”

There’s a noise she barely registers as a gasp before his ice-pale eyes fly open and he clutches her arm, quicker than she’s seen him move by fucking light years. She jerks automatically out of his grip, dropping the showerhead in her alarm, but he fixes her with a lidless, panicky stare and the eye contact is so startling she’s frozen to the spot. “Please…” he wheezes, “don’t.”

“You fuckin’ what, dude?”

“Don’t… cut… my hair.”

She blinks, astonished. “That’s the first thing you’ve said all fucking day, isn’t it?” He doesn’t offer another. “Christ. Typical fuckin’ me not to notice.” She huffs quietly. “Well shit, dude, I guess if you give enough of a fuck to speak up about it it can stay. But so help me if I find a single fucking nit in there.”

He whimpers quietly, squeezing his eyes shut, but he doesn’t say another word.

—

Vanessa gingerly retrieves the showerhead from where it’s spattering up at the ceiling, along with an oversized lace bath pouf and a mostly-full bottle of body wash she’s pretty sure is fucking designer. If you could see me now, Mom, she thinks, squirting the gel at his left shoulder, the one closest to her. You… well, you probably still wouldn’t give a shit.

She touches the pouf to his sullied skin as gently as she can, and she knows she’s not well-coordinated at the best of times but she really doesn’t feel like she deserves the choked-off sound he makes or the way he shrinks away from her when she makes contact. “Oh cmon, guy, look I know but you gotta let me get this shit off you, there’s no way it’s not fucking your shit up worse than it already is,” she cajoles, and whatever she’s said it makes something in his posture go slack and he rolls back toward her, opening himself to her touch. “Thanks, uh, I think,” she hedges, and begins to lather him up with slow, concentrative strokes. She flicks the shower back on, sluicing suds and dirt from his skin in equal measure.

"Ohhh, fucking yiiiiikes," Vanessa says softly.

With the first layer of filth washed away, Vanessa can see the far grimmer reality that’s been hidden underneath. Rows of jagged, infected gashes streak their way across his shoulder to his chest. The skin around them burns an angry red, the wounds themselves all but smothered in sickly whitish-yellow. What narrow swathes of skin remain intact are mottled purple, and now that she’s touching him, she can tell he’s just… way too much hotter than any person should ever be.

She lowers the temperature of the water and keeps washing him, afraid to look but needing to see. Each stroke only reveals more of the same. His chest and left shoulder seem to have gotten most of the worst of it, but there are stripes across his arm, his back, his stomach, deep gouges in his legs. She hasn’t tried to touch his face yet, but now that she knows what to look for she thinks she can even see a scratch or several across his cheek, trailing up into his hairline. Jesus fuck.

It all makes a sinister sort of sense now, she thinks: the shallow breathing, the shivers, the near-total lack of response. And here she thought he just had regular rescuee trauma.

“Fuck,” she breathes out quietly, as the realization creeps over her like ice.

There’s something really, really wrong with this guy.

taglist: @maracujatangerine @pigeonwhumps @tragedyinblue @marchtothefuckingsea @octopus-reactivated @briars7

#whump #pet whump #rescue whump #recovery whump #bbu #box boy universe #vanessa + juniper #disaster caretaker #imperfectly consistent #tw dehumanization #tw conditioning #tw illness #tw injury #tw infection #do I like... need to tag for language?#I know using swears is pretty standard for bbu/pet whump stories #but I also use them kind of a uh. non standard amount.#I kinda feel like vanessa's house needs a tw of its own lmao #I honestly have fun making up all the increasingly ridiculous rich person shit #anyway I've got a decent bit of the next chapter written already (wrote it at some point back when I was working on 2 or 3 tbh)#and that's more or less it for stuff I have fully written out in advance #(from the main storyline at least)#but a lot of the stuff that follows that is stuff I've had in my head for ages #so hopefully it won't be too hard to write out! knock on wood #sometimes the things you think about that much come easily when you finally write them #and sometimes they're nigh on impossible bc you get obsessive with doing them justice #or at least just like. remembering all the ideas you've ever had for them when you finally sit down to write #hello it's me writing a novel in the tags again #anyway I've been falling asleep since somewhere in the middle of proofreading so I should probably wrap this up lol #if you read all this for some reason hi!

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lifexxxdeath · 6 months

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One of the biggest patterns in our lives is being shut down and "punished" when bringing up something that hurt us or expressing our emotions. It's something we see quite frequently, whether it be the silent treatment, being belittled or invalidated, or even just something simple like just genuinely upset it was brought up. We understand its human to get upset when confronted or to be told you're hurting somebody, etc and get defensive.. but there is a line.

These kinds of things really hurt us as an entire system because it just reinforces the idea that we are not allowed to have any emotions and that we do not matter. The instant reaction is to emotionally shut off and to not ever open up and bring anything up ever again because it hurts those around us or may hurt us in the long run. This is something we have always had to unlearn because every time it happens, it's reinforced even stronger than before.

This was one of the biggest things used against us as a child by multiple of our abusers that conditioned us to stay quiet about our abuse and ensured their safety and prevented their guilt as abusers. These triggers will never go away, unfortunately. But all we can do is always be willing to unlearn our reactions and stay open with ourselves. Everyday is a struggle for us, and I wish more people understood that DID is more than just alters and we deal with agonizing flashbacks and frequently live in the world in which we were abused. Everyday.

#tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw conditioning #tw triggers #tw rant #dissociative identities #dissociative episode #dissociative amnesia #actually dissociative #actuallytraumatized #actually multiple #dissociative identity disorder #traumagenic did #actually traumagenic #tw trauma #endos do not interact #endos dni

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anti-endo-haven · 11 days

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tw for grooming/manipulation/conditioning of a young child and harassment of a child

adding onto that other person's thought, i, too, sometimes feel like harassing endos is justified out of anger and spite, but i really still don't think we should be harassing them at all. besides the fact that it's not great to stoop down to their level, even if it's just so they can't use it against us and cry victim further, we also can't verify that all of them are just. bad people? like honestly i could give less of a shit of what the adults in the community who do without a doubt know better feel or think (though i'm still not condoning harassing them!!), some of them are confused, mislead, and even groomed, conditioned, etc. before we were aware we were a system, when we were like 12, we were harassed by another system that was way older than us and the also way older people we associated with at the time used that a basis to groom and condition us into supporting endos and even caused us to question our traumagenic status later when we did find out we were a did system, while we were recovering from the trauma of the harassment. because since the other traumagenic system that harassed us was anti-endo, the endos must be right and good and blah blah blah bullshit. we later regained our anti-endo opinions and came to terms with the fact we are in fact traumagenic and polyfragmented. you cannot know what someone else is going through and it's not usually as simple and black and white as it seems.

-⚠️(☎️)

^^^^^

It depends on a lot of factors and you absolutely cannot know everything about someone behind a screen. You can form and make your own opinions, but if someone is also causing you issues as well as others, harassing isn’t an answer even if it’s when you’re pushed past your limits.

That’s why I like the mantra of “block and move on” so much.

#☎️#anti endo #endos dni #tw grooming #tw grooming mention #tw manipulation #tw manipulative behavior #tw conditioning mention #tw conditioning #tw harassment mention #tw harassment

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blissfali · 2 years

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cdream breaking down all of ctommys defiant “walls” in exile with the show of putting his items in the hole. yes, it was about keeping him weak. yes, it was about stripping him of any physical power, but it was also about stripping him of any mental power that he used to have. ctommys mouth is literally his best weapon even though he prefers swords, because, well, he doesnt talk people into a corner like cwilbur does, but he sure does annoy the ever-loving fuck out of them and doesnt shut up or stay quiet. ctommy is very defiant and he doesnt bend to people. he is literally a silly band do you know what i am talkign about? you can pull and tug the bands in any direction but at the end of the day, they always return back to the same shape, and thats how tommy was until exile essentially. meticulously is not the word i would use for what cdream was doing each day, but he definitely did like. achieve what he wanted, you know? he beat ctommy down until he stopped fighting back with his words. every time tommy gave in to dream and dropped his items, that was basically his autonomy being taken from him, thats one of the things that literally cracked a plate over the head of his decision making, down and down until suddenly he was apologizing for not giving dream his armor in a timely manner.

as tommy's exile went on, he went from defiant to feeling as if he was "gifting" cdream by letting him blow up his armor. at the start, he said no, he sweared, he did not want to do at all. the second time he was hesitant, he said no, and went on with it after being threatened. each time, he let his guard down more and more. dream asked him to ignite the tnt and while ctommy was hesitant, he ended up doing it. tommy THANKED dream for gifting him armor after blowing up his own hard earned armor. he blew up the gift slippers phil gave to tommy with no remorse. tommy went on genuinely beleiving he was doing dream good by giving him his armor and tools. when dream never asked for his armor at the beginning of his exile beach party stream, he APOLOGIZED to dream and gave him his armor, and thanked dream for letting him keep it. cdream conditioned him to feel as though giving up his physical protection was a gift and in turn ctommy lost his own mental protection. does this make sense

none of this is new obviously I just wanted to talk abt this cause it’s been on my mind since i literally first watched exile !

#c!tommy #c!dream #dream smp #dsmp #exile arc #tw abuse #tw conditioning #tw manipulation #ask to tag #ALL THE EXILE TALK IS GETTIGN TO ME. IM MENTALLY ILL #all of this is probably obvious but still. Interesting to think abt cause . cdream wasnt only about physical harm even if thats the most #bad part of exile but he also relied on that physical harm to induce even MORE mental conditioning #like AGHHHHH #like double the damage #yeah he could keep ctommy physically weak that works just as well but Forcing ctommys mind to justify those actions Himself was #basically what allowed any of it to continue as long as it did #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE. IM SO BAD AT ANALYSIS #I HAGVE SCHOOL TOMORROW AND IM BRAINROTTING OVER CTOMMY SOMEONE SHOOT ME

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dr3amofagame · 1 year

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Au where instead of a sadism kink, Sam has…whatever the opposite of that is. Like, instead of wanting to harm Dream he ends up wanting to pamper him instead. He’s still a huge control freak and all, and he still has that ownership thing going on, but it takes the form of “Dream as pet” rather than “Dream as monster.”

when did I become the c!Sam kink person XD

The thing is with c!Sam, I think, is that his deal isn't really sadism as much as it's like...like c!Sam doesn't feel good about torturing people. He sees this in itself as morally absolving, because his own tortured feelings about torturing people are proof that he's a good guy. At the same time, though, he enjoys it when bad people suffer. This is also proof he's a good guy, because a good guy doesn't allow bad people to prosper.

This ends up with c!Sam having a difficult line to walk. Being overtly kind to c!Dream in general is something that grates at his moral sensibilities, particularly the whole "good people deserve good things / bad people deserve bad things" thing he's got going on. In that sense, overtly positive treatment towards c!Dream without some pretty significant changes is pretty hard for him (which is a shame, honestly, because if he was just a little better positive reinforcement he probably could've been even more effective, lol.)

As it is, though, the way he is about actually hurting c!Dream is complicated as well. He has to hem and haw and justify it through a few moral and logical knots for quite a while--even though he's very solid in his conviction that c!Dream Does Not Deserve Good Things because of his ~evilness~, his own enjoyment when it came to his treatment of c!Dream is. A little more complicated, which is part of why it's such a sticking point in Daedalus. He both admits that he looked forward to Quackity's visits and tries to couch said admissions with statements that rationalize his behavior as being for a certain end. He distances himself from c!Quackity's obvious and unfettered sadism, but also cannot help but feel satisfaction at c!Dream's predicament. All of these serve as complications to his whole Deal with c!Dream.

In a scenario where c!Sam is more confident of his control over c!Dream, for whatever reason, could he be more inclined to treat him "positively"? Maybe. But I think that that's a scenario that requires,, a certain degree of set-up, considering the way c!Sam is portrayed in canon.

#don't know if any of this really made sense but yeah #c!Sam strugglels to admit what he really wants which is part of why his Thing gets so complicated #he's very self contradictory at the worst of times #my asks !!#tw torture #tw conditioning #tw abuse #tw possessiveness

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lordcatwich · 2 months

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cw: slavery, implied/mentioned torture, conditioning, physical assult

so.

so um

I thinki know what is causing this but I know people will tell me to stop obtaining it when I reveal what possessed me to write this so.

ummmmm

I think my angst phase is in FULL swing this week lmao

My only fuel is will wood and [unnamed thing I am a consumer of]

#writing #lore #oc lore #tw torture #tw slavery #tw conditioning #whump #ish?#idrk if this counts as whump it'sy first time tagging a post with it :')

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Unloved

Warnings: implied noncon type situation, conditioning

Villain sat down on the couch next to Sidekick. They were still getting used to having Hero’s former apprentice working with them. Living with them even. But they had a certain fondness for Sidekick.

Sidekick slid over and nuzzled into Villain’s neck. Villain froze. “What the fuck?”

Sidekick flinched back, head ducking down low. “I-I-I’m sorry. Is it not to your liking?”

“My liking? What the hell?”

Sidekick’s voice was choked with tears. “H-H-Hero liked it when I-I-I did things. They wanted my touch.”

Villain was seething with rage. They were going to make sure that Hero hurt. Every moment. For the rest of their days. “Why do you think I would be like that?”

“I’m...I’m so sorry. Pl-please. Don’t hurt me. Don’t cast me out.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“They....they told me. If I didn’t. No...no one would want me. A-a-and I can’t have that. If no one wants me...I won’t exist anymore.”

Villain took a deep breath. Definitely making sure Hero’s remaining existence was only pain. “I don’t know what that unloved miscreant told you, Sidekick. But you are wanted here. And you don’t have to do anything to earn it.”

#serickswrites #writeblr #tw implied noncon type situation #tw conditioning #hero #sidekick #villain #hero x sidekick #villain x sidekick #hero x villain #hero x villain community #queue

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stemms · 1 month

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Me and @haunted-here came up with a Protege AU featuring two c!Tommys and one c!Dream, entitled CD AU. Initially, there was only Reverie — Dream’s obedient protege, Dream himself, and Punz. But one day, while Reverie was patiently waiting for his owner’s return, he was visited by Clem — a much more mentally stable version of Tommy from the post-prison arc. Dream was a time traveler, which is why he recognised Clem and didn’t hesitate to use his memories against the boy every time he got the chance to (e.g. the time he made potato soup using Techno’s recipe, and then taunted Clem about his understandably uncomfortable reaction).

During the visit, Clem couldn’t help but feel deeply concerned about Reverie’s conditioned responses, constant stuttering and trembling, as well as his unhealthy physical state (more precisely, his white streaks, eye bags, trembling hands as if their nerves had been severely damaged, and his tattered clothes). Unlike Clem, Reverie felt no resentment towards Dream — only adoration and unyielding devotion, causing them to excuse every single action of his. Clem desperately attempted to convince the boy that it was never his fault, he didn’t deserve to be hurt, and Dream was only making up excuses to keep hurting him. At first, it didn’t seem to work at all, but eventually, it caused Reverie to start doubting Dream’s intentions. That’s when the man returned, and he was far from pleased with their visitor, to say the least…

After a brief exchange, Dream found himself growing impatient with Clem’s presence, eager to bid him farewell and return home with Reverie. However, his little protege managed to convince him to let Clem stay. Dream feigned dissatisfaction with his little brother’s plea, but accepted it instantly, curious to see what it’d lead to. Upon witnessing the mix of terror and discomfort on the boy’s face, Clem regretted it immediately but agreed to stay anyway because he wished to be there for the little him, and potentially help him escape in the future. Dream forced Clem to empty his inventory, just like during the boy’s exile, and the trio headed towards Dream’s cabin. On their way home, the man’s demeanour towards Reverie turned notably colder, shattering the boy’s spirit and driving him to entertain suicidal thoughts once again. Luckily, Clem noticed his frustration and attempted to comfort him for the first time in his life.

Upon reaching Dream’s cabin, things took an unexpected turn as the newcomer’s defiance frustrated the admin enough to punish him already. However, it wasn’t going to be the typical punishment the boy remembered from exile — this time, Dream forced Reverie to deliver it. Before the punishment, Dream had already fractured Clem’s hand, so the punishment consisted of breaking his other hand with the blunt side of the axe. When the punishment was successfully finished, Dream left the boys to chat in Reverie’s room, while he was busy cooking.

During their break, Clem and Reverie had an emotional conversation about the punishment — Reverie was deeply sorry and believed that he didn’t deserve his friend’s forgiveness, but Clem reassured him that it wasn’t his fault because he didn’t want it to happen, it was Dream’s idea. Upon calming down, the boys braided each other’s hair to feel better, and suddenly, Reverie recalled Punz’s approaching visit and came up with a fun prank, consisting of dressing in identical clothes and pretending to be the same person to confuse both Dream and Punz.

Upon meeting the boys, Punz was rather perplexed, to say the least, as he remembered only one Tommy. However, upon seeing Dream’s unimpressed and somewhat irritated reaction, he teased him, “What, you can’t tell them apart?” At first, the admin tried to ignore their antics, already knowing which Tommy was his, but soon enough, he lost his patience and grabbed Clem’s freshly bruised hand harshly, eliciting a pained whimper, and addressing Punz, “This one is Clem, and our Reverie is right here.”

When the dinner was over, Dream had a little surprise for the boys — two green butterfly earrings with GPS trackers. Initially, they were destined for Reverie alone, but since Clem joined their family too, the admin decided that it’d be only fair if the boys shared the gift. Dream did have a piercing needle, but he preferred to use a piercing gun instead, just to elicit more pain. Upon finishing piercing the boys’ ears and putting the earrings on them, the man welded them into their skin to ensure that they didn’t ever lose them, whether accidentally or not. Yet, as Reverie watched Dream ruffle Clem’s hair condescendingly and speak to him with such disrespect as if he were a pet, he felt genuine anger for the first time in so long — it was evident to everyone in the room, but he desperately tried to prevent himself from lashing out at Dream… for now, at least. Both of them have been through too much pain for just one day, after all. However, when the boys were finally alone in their room, Reverie couldn’t take it anymore and lashed out, accusing Dream of hurting his friend and treating him like a pet. Unfortunately for him, the man was still standing behind the door, and listening carefully to every bitter word escaping his mouth…

The next day, Dream was unnaturally calm and kind, which only heightened the boys’ panic and desperate attempts to avoid more pain. Despite the man’s peaceful attitude, Reverie didn’t forget his fury, he was only trying to suppress it as much as possible. Yet, at the sight of Dream ruffling Clem’s hair with the familiar condescension of yesterday and taunting him, his protege couldn’t take it anymore, so he lashed out and physically attacked Dream by digging his nails into the man’s hands and striking him in the chest. Unfortunately for him, the man caught his wrists in the middle of the third blow, and pushed him to the ground, pinning his chest with his knee. Upon telling him just how much he fucked up, Dream pulled Reverie to his feet, and dragged him to the torture chamber. Reverie was forced to sit on the chair, as his fingers were crushed in the thumbscrew one by one — every finger being a punishment for every time he had disobeyed the man (which even included the things Reverie said about Dream last night behind his back), while Clem had to watch... At the end of the punishment, the blond was asked to guess the reason for crushing the next finger — if he guessed right, it’d be the last finger, if not, two more to go. His answer ended up being incorrect.

These are all significant events that have happened so far, since it's a pretty new RP/AU, but we’ll keep writing lore update posts from time to time, so expect more soon!

Also, as a little side note, we came up with duo/trio names that you may see on our blogs:

Torturetrio: Dream, Clem, and Reverie

Cdcdduo: Clem and Reverie

Gappletrio: Punz, Clem, and Reverie

Rattortureduo: Dream and Punz

Pinnedbutterflyduo: Dream and Reverie

Bloodorangeduo: Dream and Clem

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