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Finn goes by they/he and Xavier goes by ass/hole because he's a horrible person
TW: dehumanisation, public humiliation mention, sadistic whumper
"Get out" Finn hit their head as they flinched away from the sound of Xavier kicking unlocking the cage he kept him in. He scrambled to the furthest corner of the small space, pressing himself up against the bars as hard as they could.
"Why?" they asked timidly, not making a move just yet. Xavier had made it clear that he would always be safe in the cage, he would never hurt them while they were resting inside. Foolishly, Finn started relying on the safety and relative comfort of being kept at arms length from him, and was brave enough to question the order.
"Because I want to hurt you" Xavier replied with a casual, almost uninterested tone, before flashing them a malicious grin.
"But- but you said- you promised not to hurt me in here" Finn whined, averting their gaze, before tears started welling up in their eyes. He started crying so easily every time Xavier forced eye contact, they could swore there was something in his ice-cold grey eyes that hurt their own.
"I know what I said, and I'm keeping that promise, so get out" His voice was calm, as was his face and posture, but Finn had already learned that meant nothing, when it came to reading Xavier's moods.
"What if I don't?" they risked the question, a bold choice, still under the assumption that their cage protected them.
"Then," Xavier crouched down, now they were on the same level, if he reached an arm out he would've been able to grab them "I'll drag you out here and get rid of your cage entirely, how about that?" He did reach out, and wrapped a hand around their ankle as a warning. His touch was warm on their leg, in strong contrast with their entire being that radiated cold like he was an iceberg on the arctic. His hair, his clothes, even his cologne smelled like a snowstrom on a cold winter night.
Finn swallowed, unable to verbalise any coherent answer, and then finally nodded. Xavier pulled his hand back, and stood back up, stepping away just enough to leave him space to crawl out.
Their back was on fire as they peeled themself off the bars of the cage, slowly and miserably making their way over to hands and knees to leave the safe haven it had become.
The moment their head was through the opening Xavier was quick to clip a leash to their collar, and softly tugging on it to hurry up the process.
"Please Xavier" he started, already humiliated, begging not to be hurt wouldn't chip away anything from the scraps of whatever dignity they had left, if any "Please don't hurt me"
"That's so sweet of you" he cooed condescendingly and leaned down to ruffle Finn's hair "But I was just joking you stupid bitch, it's lunchtime, I'm feeding you" he laughed. It was a hearty, warm sound bubbling up from his chest, another confusing trait contrasting the icy exterior.
Finn followed to the open plan area that served as a small kitchen, dining room and living room at once. They knew their place already, even without Xavier pointing them to it on the ground, right next to his chair.
He dropped the leash and sauntered to the kitchen counter, where he seemed to have already prepared two plates of food. Or rather one plate and a metal dog bowl. At least both contained the same food, Finn noted with delight. Xavier sat down, and placed his plate and cutlery neatly on the table, and then dropped the bowl in front of them rather unceremoniously. It was rice and generously seasoned chicken drumsticks, not much of it spilled on the floor. Less to clean up afterwards.
Finn sat quietly on his heels, with hands neatly folded in his lap. They could all but ignore the smell of the chicken, salivating at the thought of biting into it and ripping all the meat clean off the bone.
Their stomach rumbled, abruptly and loudly, startling them and cathing Xavier's attention. He started laughing, again, he had to stop midway through a bite to calm himself down to be able to swallow and say anything. Finn wished he'd choke.
"That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life" he cracked up, one hand wiping tears from his eyes and the other on his belly "You're waiting for fucking permission, I never even taught you that" Finn blushed to the deepest shade of red as he could imagine, shame crawling up his throat, squeezing the remnants of their dignity away "I have to take a picture of this"
Xavier pulled his phone out, aiming the camera at Finn's face. They knew better than to look away. He turned the phone around showing them the picture as always, and their stomach dropped at the sight.
His hair was disheveled and dull, as he wasn't allowed to freshen up the warm chestnut dye they had used before. His eyes brimming with tears, that he felt had started running down their cheeks just after the photo was taken. Their body was worn, scars littering his skin all over, and they had lost vitality that once radiated from their pudgy thighs and waist, not looking malnourished, but empty and dull just like their hair.
"I'm posting this, mutt, let's hope the people like it" he pulled the phone away and placed it next to his plate as he continued eating and clicking away with his free hand.
"You can eat" he smirked, still entertained by Finn, but not even glancing at them.
They dove in, and it was heavenly. The chicken was perfect with a crispy seasoned outer layer and the rice cooked to the best consistency, where the grains were soft enough but still separated easily. Finn didn't mind the dog bowl or the lack of utensils anymore, being this hungry he would've eaten anything Xavier put in front of them, but Xavier's cooking being a real culinary delight made up for everything. They were sure that later when he was alone they'd regret thinking about it like that, but it didn't matter at that moment. They could dwell on the morals of enjoying whatever they were given later, with a full stomach and in the safety of their cage.
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meechatuck · 6 months
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Dark Kingdom Rising
It's still Friday right? Haha, sorry for the late posting! I had to revise part of this chapter and with the holiday this week time got away from me. This is a heavy chapter, as previously mentioned, but a juicy one for me! Delving into Hector's character and Great Tree PTSD here. I also really loved doing some more lore work for the Dark Kingdom and getting into the whole legend I came up with in the last chapter (even though it took me sooo long to figure it all out).
Warnings: PTSD, secondary character death, mention of suicide/attempted suicide, general horror elements, mental manipulation from magical sources, and swearing.
Enjoy!
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fussypaws · 7 months
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Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game:
5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself.
18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken?
30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?
5. Probably like 80% of it honestly!!! I post most of it, especially if you count Patreon!!
18. I don't draw traditionally much anymore but I would go through colored pencils like crazy, and also pens and highlighters. I don't think I've had any that lasted very long so we can assume probably most if not all of them lol.
30. This one honestly!! I was really proud of it and thought it would do really well but it honestly didn't get as much attention as I was expecting. I still like it though!!
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that-tiefling-boy · 3 months
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Finn & Tegan (OCs)
Here's my character's design in case anyone wants to try. I did install two mods (nothing major and really easy to use).
P4 Hair Colours Greying and Highlights
Trips' Accessories
Finn
Character
Race: Tiefling
Subrace: Asmodeus Tiefling
Class: Druid
Cantrips 2/2: Poison Spray - Thorn Whip
Background: Outlander
Abilities 27/27: Strength - 13, Dexterity - 13, Constitution - 13, Intelligence - 13, Wisdom - 13, Charisma - 13 (these can be changed by yourself if you want to try but I always like my characters to have a balance in everything so I'm not constantly rolling dice and reloading saves)
Skill Proficiencies 2/2: Nature - Perception (these are optional too)
Prepare Spells 2/2: Cure Wounds - Speak with Animals
Appearance
Body Type: 2
Identity: Male
Voice: Voice 3
Face: Head 6
Skin Color: Red Tone 5
Scarring: Scar 5
Maturity: 0%
Freckle Quantity: 100%
Freckle Intensity: 30%
Vitiligo Pigmentation: 0%
Tattoo Style: Blake Tiger
Tattoo Intensity: 100%
Tattoo Color: Grey Green
Piercing Style: A Wizard's Folly - Silver (mod)
Heterochromia: ❌
Eye Color: Demonic Green 2
Eye Makeup Style: Makeup 4
Eye Makeup Intensity: 100%
Metallic Tint Level: 0%
Glossy Tint Level: 0%
Eye Makeup Color: Black
Lip Tint Intensity: 100%
Metallic Tint Level: 50%
Glossy Tint Level: 30%
Lip Tint Color: Black 10
Hairstyle: Maudlin Pixie
Hair Color: P4_Color_TrueBlack (mod)
Highlight Intensity: 100%
Highlight Color: Emerald
Facial Hairstyle: Jawclinger
Hair Color: P4_Color_TrueBlack (mod)
Horn Style: Phlegethos Prongs
Horn Color: Dusty 5
Horn Tip Color: Green 1 (the more pastel one)
Here's some pictures of the good lookin guy:
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Finn was born and raised in Baldur's Gate and has a good relationship with his parents but spent more time with his mother growing up since she was a stay at home mother. He has one sibling, a little sister named Aurora. They had a good relationship as well, and were sometimes a bit mischievous when they were younger. Finn left to be on his own after decided to be a druid, he occasionally visits his family before returning to where he lives (a treehouse). During the events of the game, Finn and Gale become friendly with each other. Finn is curious about Gale as a wizard and what happened to him, and Gale is curious about Finn being a druid and the healing abilities. By the end of the adventure, Finn and Gale end up dating and Finn follows Gale to Waterdeep where they now reside.
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Tegan
Character
Race: Dragonborn
Subrace: White Dragonborn
Class: Bard
Cantrips 2/2: Vicious Mockery - Friends
Spells 4/4: Cure Wounds - Speak with Animals - Thunderwave - Feather Fall
Starting Instrument: Flute
Background: Entertainer
Abilities 27/27: Strength - 13, Dexterity - 13, Constitution - 12, Intelligence - 13, Wisdom - 13, Charisma - 14
Skill Proficiencies 3/3: Animal Handling - Perception - Persuasion
Appearance
Body Type: 1
Identity: Male
Voice: Voice 1
Face: Head 4
Crest: Halberd Blades
Chins: No Chin attachment
Jaws: Sombre Calamity
Skin Color: White 5
Piercing Style: None
Heterochromia: ❌
Eye Color: Flame Yellow 4
Eye Makeup Style: Makeup 1
Eye Makeup Intensity: 100%
Eye Makeup Color: Yellow 4
Lip Tint Intensity: 100%
Lip Tint Color: Yellow 1
Tail Style: Tail A
Here's some pictures for the boi:
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Tegan originally was in an orphanage in Baldur's Gate before being adopted by a loving human couple when he was still young. He always had a love for the arts and had a talent for it, he was a born star. Tegan learned to play a flute by himself before he was given a nice flute by his parents for Xmas. He started doing shows as a teenager and was very skilled in what he was asked to do. He moved out of his parents house but remained in Baldur's Gate once he became an adult and continued his passion for the arts. During the events of the game, Wyll managed to catch his eye, both during battle and at camp. Wyll seemed to be about the only person at camp to be able to understand Tegan on a certain level, and Tegan knew he understood Wyll on a different level than most. Tegan grew a fondness and even a bit protective over Wyll as time went on, especially after Mizora turned him into a devil. Tegan and Wyll charmed each other and then decided to stay together after Wyll practically proposed to Tegan towards the end of their adventure.
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jupitermarz01 · 8 months
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For @tuyron
Idk I was bored so I wanted to make this just for fun
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pigeonwhumps · 1 year
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In Memoriam
Sanctuary masterlist
Whumpcember day 8: faked death
And
AMOW day 3: getting a letter in the mail
Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpcember @amonthofwhump
Finn calls his sister after she gets a leaflet through her door.
695 words + art
CWs: presumed dead, mentioned kidnapping, whumper pov, non-con, creepy whumper
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Finn scowls at the picture of a flyer his sister's sent him. In memory of Samantha Young. Well, that's one way of ruining his appetite. He presses call.
"Do you like the photo?"
"What the fuck, Ashley?"
"It's your little Romantic. Isn't she cute?"
"I know what it is. I want to know why you sent it to me. And how the hell you have it."
"A rather upset young man put it through my letterbox. Apparently it would've been her thirtieth birthday on the 27th of July. I thought you could add it to your scrapbook of her."
"I have far better photos now. You remember the Christmas ones."
"Oh I do." She pauses, clearly thinking about it. "You know, I'd quite like that young man as a pet. Any chance you could..."
"No, Ashley. You know I don't go for men. Anyway, they wouldn't let you buy a pet who used to live in your city, you know that. Not unless it's a special order, with lots of money."
"Spoilsport. I bet he's related to your Romantic. Oh! Or he might be a boyfriend." She sniggers. "Imagine that little Romantic having a boyfriend."
He sighs impatiently. "Ashley. The girl on that flyer, Samantha whatever, is dead. Dead. She has been for over nine years. The Romantic I'm training now might look like her, but she's not. She's a pet. She doesn't have any friends or family, certainly not a boyfriend, and she's going to her new owner next week. She doesn't even have a brain anymore, her head's just full of obedience and ways to fuck well. Are we clear?"
"So that's why you're so grumpy. You're losing your favourite acquisition."
"Ash..."
"Fine, fine. I wasn't calling her a person."
"I know that. But better safe than sorry." He doesn't want anything to happen to his sister, after all.
"Hmm. Who's your Romantic's new owner?"
"A young Sri Lankan girl. The one who owns 065."
"Ohhh that's gotta be fun. Owning a bonded pair when one's forgotten the other. She must be some kinda sadist."
"What I don't get is why you'd give your Romantic another pet to possibly bond with. I mean, you'd think she'd want 643 entirely focused on her. I certainly would if I was her owner."
"I imagine there's plenty of fun to be had with multiple pets."
"Mm." There is, to be sure, but it's usually not as good as a pet's sole focus being you. "Anyway, I need to actually eat before I go to 643."
"Yeah, right. Enjoy."
"Oh, I will."
He cuts off and peels back the foil covering his limp ham sandwich. It looks... distinctly unappealing. He's not even hungry, really, not for this.
He knows what would be appealing though.
Finn shoves the sandwich back in his bag and jumps to his feet, a smile already spreading. Oh, he knows exactly what he's hungry for.
He strides down the corridors until he reaches 643's room and holds his keycard against the lock.
643 is kneeling beside the bed, wrists crossed behind her back, and she looks up at him demurely through her lashes as he enters. He hasn't seen her today, too busy with paperwork, and blood rushes to his cock at the sight.
"Good to see you can hold a position, 643. As you know, it's final checks this week. I need to ensure you're ready for your prospective owner. Position 22."
643 sits on her heels and tilts her head up, opening her mouth.
Finn nods approvingly. Technically this isn't a position she's likely to need with a female owner, but... maybe this Miss Anita Ranjit has a boyfriend. Or maybe she'll like to watch her pets fuck. Finn's job is to prepare 643 for anything her owner might give her, and that certainly includes a cock.
Finn unzips himself and inserts his cock into 643's gaping mouth. She's like a little bird, so eager for something to fill her up.
"Go on, suck it. Show me what a good girl you are."
643 starts working on him, and oh yes. This is a much better lunch than his ham sandwich.
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dreamberry24 · 1 year
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Drew something for Chapter 10
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arkquille · 3 months
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Finn: What are you?
Ingrid: Not. Amused. 😤
Finn: ...you're not doing it right.
(that Idiot Sandwich meme is always funny to me)
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dreamberry23 · 6 months
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Everyone in Skullwitch Academy WOOO
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This took like 2 months because of procrastination. I started this on October 6th omg.
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glasswarproject · 9 months
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Recreating the Ice King Crown, from Adventure Time
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meechatuck · 1 month
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Dark Kingdom Rising
I got it posted! FINALLY
My day turned into a complete shit show, but I'm still here (barely). I've read this through after finishing and it makes sense to me, but I am very tired. If something is amiss or doesn't make sense please let me know so I can get it fixed. Fluff and some spicy thoughts ahead! But a very fun chapter that was fun to write and torture Hector a little.
Warnings: swearing, NSFW thoughts
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fussypaws · 1 year
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I just think they would be friends 💗✨
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https://www.patreon.com/fussypaws
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coffeeday2 · 9 months
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I finally drew Finn in a different outfit, but I don't think that this'll be his final design yet.
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pigeonwhumps · 1 year
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Home for Christmas: Going Home
Sanctuary masterlist
AMOW day 2: home for Christmas
Yeah this isn't comfort at all lol.
Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @amonthofwhump
Finn takes 643 home for Christmas.
Set towards the end of her retraining as a Romantic.
869 words
CWs: BBU, pet whump, lady whump, dehumanisation, conditioning, nudity, noncon, ableism (very brief), creepy whumper, intimate whumper
Finn whistles as he opens the door to 643's room. He has a whole schedule he needs to follow to test her skills in the outside world, and he's very much looking forward to it.
643 slips onto her knees when she sees him enter, looking up at him from under her lashes. He strokes her hair and then puts his fingers to her mouth. 643 parts her lips, sucking delicately on his fingers for a minute before he pulls them away.
"Good girl. You're good at this, I'm sure your owner will be very happy with you."
"Thank you, sir."
"It's time to test your skills in the real world, so you're coming home with me for the holidays. And I have some proper clothes for you. Here, put these on."
He sets the clothes he's brought down beside her, not looking away as she changes into the lacy, dark red lingerie set he bought for her. She looks delicious in them and although he doesn't see her body for nearly long enough before she pulls the long, faux-fur coat over herself, that's alright. He'll have plenty of time later.
He's pleased to see that she doesn't try to hide her body from him anymore. That's good. It's nice to have her a bit shy, goes with the stutter, but she can't pull away too much.
"Good girl. Now put this on too." 643 shrugs on the orange high-vis vest with 'Pet in Training' written in black on the back. It doesn't look too good on her, but he doesn't mind. He'll take it off when they get home. And then she'll be all his for Christmas. He steps up to her and pushes her neck down, caressing her skin as he attaches her leash. She leans into his touch delightfully.
"Come on. Let's go."
643 stands smoothly and follows Finn out of the room, hands behind her back. Finn signs her out and sits her down in the passenger seat. She keeps her eyes out front, hands in her lap.
"You haven't seen the outside world much before, have you, 643?"
"No– no, sir."
"Hmm. You know, I can't decide if your owner would be better off keeping you in the bedroom or showing your beauty off in public. At least in the bedroom you couldn't make an escape attempt."
643 stiffens. "Please, sir, I– I wouldn't leave, that was– that was months ago, I wasn't trained properly, I wouldn't want to– to leave now, sir."
"Hush, it's okay, I know." He strokes the back of her neck with a smile and she leans into it, turning slightly to nuzzle into his hand. Oh, she's perfect. "I know. We're nearly there now."
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When they reach 643's handler's house, 643 waits for his instructions before following him out of the car, head bowed. She's not supposed to be looking at the house without permission, and she won't.
Her heart's still hammering from the talk about escape attempts. Does her handler still think she'll try to leave? She wouldn't. She wants to be owned, she knows that now, she needs to be. She wants to be useful, to be used, it's what she was made for. Why would she leave? She wouldn't survive on her own anyway.
She follows her handler into the house, standing perfectly still as he removes her bright vest and fur coat, caressing her arm as he does so. It's cooler without it, but that's okay. She doesn't like the feel of the coat, and as a Romantic, she won't be wearing much for her owner anyway. Her handler says they'll want to show her off. He unclips her leash, too.
"This way. I need to relax for a bit before we go out later, and I have just the idea." He leads the way into the living room and sits down on the sofa, and she kneels at his feet, looking up at him attentively. She flutters her eyelashes slightly – he always likes that.
"I see you want my attention, and you'll have it, 643. But first, what do you think of the Christmas decorations?"
643 looks around. There's a fake tree in the corner decorated with lights and tinsel in the corner, and more tinsel strung up around the room. A paper star hangs from the ceiling.
The sight of the decorations brings tears to her eyes, and her head starts to hurt, although she has no idea why.
"They're very– very nice, sir."
"Hmm. We'll need to improve your compliment skills before you're sold, I think. And you need to hide those tears better. But that's okay, we have time. Take off your clothes and come up here, position 35."
643 strips and climbs onto the sofa, lying on her front and stretching her legs out, folded beneath her, her most valuable parts wide open and vulnerable. She feels a finger tease at her and as it touches a sensitive spot she lets out a soft moan.
"So reactive. Tell you what, if you behave well at the restaurant tonight I'll pleasure you properly. How's that?"
643 nods and manages a strangled, "Thank you, sir," as the handler teases her some more.
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proteidaes · 3 months
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Thinking about the Lunar New Year and realized I had a silly dragon I could share 🐉🎉
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dreamberry24 · 8 months
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im not finishing this-
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