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#at my beck and call
whumpshaped · 7 months
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At My Beck and Call
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first part to the AMBAC masterlist ! chronologically it ends when beck is turned :) here's the second part
picrews
beck and boba :D (beck fanart)
one (1) decorated helle (helle fanart)
lore — vampires
lore — humans, and how to stay human
i have a lore tag!
asks for helle
asks for beckett
ambac to write
latest updates:
marked (#72)
pigs (#71)
crucifix (#70)
cold (#69)
saved (#68)
the list is in chronological order. the numbers signal writing order.
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six feet under (#22)
helle (#26)
marked (#72)
moonlight (#23)
weak pulse (#24)
late (#14)
way too hungry (#36)
cornered animal (#15)
crucifix (#70)
free (#41)
alone (#67)
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not too loud (#1)
begging (#2)
run along (#3)
chase pt. 1 (#7)
chase pt. 2 (#8)
overtime (#19)
dirty secret (#28)
drunk (#42)
nothing of importance (#43)
breathe (#13)
drop it (#16)
invitation (#9)
boba (#30)
drained (#33)
misconceptions (#27)
silver lining (#34)
infected (#35)
ethically sourced (#17)
hit a nerve (#50)
i want to see (#5)
choice (#31)
jealous (#38)
kindness (#39)
coffee (#64)
tired (#40)
promise (#6)
lies (#56)
patience (#12)
master (#32)
beautiful night (#51)
stay (#54)
love to hate (#10)
silly thing (#11)
birthday gift (#52)
sick as a dog (#18)
shadows (#20)
nightmares (#21)
all saints' day (#57)
our beloved child (#61)
missed you (#4)
mirror mirror (#37)
good thrall (#25)
bite (#65)
die for me (#29)
turned (#44)
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whumpy-wyrms · 6 months
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hey @whumpshaped i’m loving your At My Beck and Call series so i just had to draw Beck and his little bat plushie Boba!! :D hope you like it
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oliversrarebooks · 6 months
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can i get your ocs' opinions on helle and beck?👉👈
thank you for the ask and for your response on mine!
Oliver: What Beck is going through is terrifying. I mean, in some ways it is nice that he still gets to continue his old life... but does he really? I don't think I could live anything like an ordinary life with a vampire constantly intruding onto my bookshop and my peace, and treating me so sadistically. I think Beck is stronger than I would be in such a situation.
Alexander: I don't get along well with vampires who treat humans as their playthings for sadistic pleasure. Helle might have a different personality than my sire, but as far as I'm concerned they're cut from the same rotten cloth. It's one thing to keep thralls -- we do have needs -- and quite another to treat them like that. Unnecessary at best, unethical at worst.
I do understand how spending so long being tortured by your sire erodes a vampire, though. It's not something I expect humans to understand. Human suffering is more keenly felt, but more... finite. Humans will never know what it feels like to starve for years.
That doesn't mean I find Helle's behavior remotely acceptable. There's no excuse for acting out your darkest urges.
Human Fitz:
The more vampires I meet, the more I think that Alexander might just be an anomaly. The way Helle toys with people... I like to think I could deal with it better than Beck does, though. Give Helle a little bit of hell back. Truthfully, I'd rather deal with Helle than with Alexander's sire any day. At least Helle gives you a break from being a puppet.
Beck seems like the kind of easy mark who falls for any kind of confidence game. That doesn't mean he deserves what he got. That's just what happens when you go through life that naive.
Vampire Fitz:
Yes, we all know that humans are powerless. Do vampires like Helle think it makes them big and important to torture some poor sap just trying to live his life? Why give humans so much pain when you can so easily choose to give them pleasure? Maybe I'm soft-hearted, but I don't see why humans need to suffer as part of this whole sordid process.
Beck, though. I'd take Beck as my thrall any day. I'd make his life easy street, too. He'd love me. I mean, who doesn't?
Lily:
I can't believe a vampire that old hasn't gotten bored into putting that much work destroying the life of one human. At least I'm getting paid for my effort.
Beck's a little treat, though. He'd fall over easily for just about any technique, and he'd sell for good money.
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sukunasteeth · 1 month
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Sukuna Dyes His Hair
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You were just teasing him.
"Pink like a petite little rose."
"Shut it."
They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.
"Pink like a sweet strawberry."
"Strawberries are red."
Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.
"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.
"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 
Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.
Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.
He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.
It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.
After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 
You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.
"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.
"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.
You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?
“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 
It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 
You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.
"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.
"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 
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wandaverse · 4 months
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OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR ELIZABETH CHASE OLSEN WOOF WOOF WOOF RUFF RUFF RUFF ARF ARF ARF
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God this is stupid
I had this idea yesterday morning, got real sick, and then had time to doodle. Howdy, gay people, I’m back in my NATM kick. I’m a little mad that the first time I drew Jedtavious was for a dumb joke like this, but here I am.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated, but DO NOT repost my art. If you’d like to use my art for a pfp, DM me and we can work that out 💚
Drink water, beautiful. Ily <3
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darkmoonravewolf · 11 days
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Imagine a soft kiss between Marcille and Falin.
Imagine them going, "My Dragon" "My Lord".
Imagine them holding onto each other for fear that the other might disappear or change into something they can't recognize.
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krashlite · 7 months
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I feel so insane over c!desertduo rn cause y’all will never understand them like I do
Scar was scapegoating this mf the entire time but Grian thought he was in charge, that he was saving this man over and over but it’s situations Scar put himself in on purpose. They hate that they have to be in each others company CONSTANTLY but they hate the silence more.
There’s so many interpretations where Grian’s in denial abt needing Scar but it’s true in reverse. Scar keeps having to convince himself that Grian’s expendable when he knows That’s Not True.
They wouldn’t hold hands or have a picnic (or other romantic gestures) but they find excuses to prove the other person needs them, they find reasons to make the other stay because they’re projecting.
“He’s expendable” “This is temporary” they both project this on the other. It’s a very toxic codependency that reinforces itself over and over because of the nature of the games, and I think it’s something they both realize in LL, but in different directions.
Scar misses it for all the wrong reasons and Grian is determined to never let it happen again.
Grian has shaky alliances all season long due to self sabotage, and Scar consistently tries to get someone else, Anyone Else into the same situation Grian was in. Not out of some power trip but to fill the void that left behind
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meganechan05 · 3 months
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"I must maintain Absolute Neutrality. It's tough, but I must endure it alone" -Rita Kaniska (KingOhger. Episode 10)
...I dare you to say that again now, Impartial Marshal.
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whumpshaped · 6 months
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masterlist
tw vampire whumper, psychological whump, intimate whumper, forced comfort
"Whatever is the matter with you?"
Beck shrugged a little. He still barely even looked at Helle, let alone engaged in their banter. "I don't know. I'm sorry."
They gently took him by the chin, turning his head towards them so they'd be able to look him in the eye. They didn't seem concerned, just confused and annoyed. "Is it me? Am I the problem? Are my insults and mockery getting less... gutting?"
Beck thought he might be able to sense some semblance of care behind the joking tone, but he was too exhausted to pay too much attention. "No, that's definitely not it," he said honestly. "They're... they're definitely pretty gutting. I mean, if, if we're being honest here– they make me wanna cry half the time."
The vampire let go of him and leaned back, still fixing him with a suspicious look. "Okay. So... whatever is it, then? You barely react. Our of the two of us, you seem more dead."
"I'm tired, Helle," he admitted, and averted his eyes again. "I'm sorry. That's– I think that's just it. I'm so tired of being... afraid, and hurt, and angry. I just can't do it tonight. I bet that's very frustrating, since that seems like the only reason you even keep me around in this way instead of enthralling me and whisking me away to your mansion or whatever, but I just... I can't. I can't do it every night. I'm tired."
The silence that stretched between them wasn't a necessarily uncomfortable one. It was almost peaceful, contemplative. Beck used it to simply zone out and stare at the TV in front of him — despite the fact that it wasn't even turned on, and he was just looking at his reflection. Only his. And Helle? Helle used it to think about whatever the hell vampires thought about, when they weren't thinking about blood and torture. Maybe they were thinking about blood and torture. There was no way to know.
"I do keep you around for those tasty little emotions," they said eventually. "It is quite fun to see you react to whatever I am doing. But I think..." They grabbed him by the arm and pulled him closer, positioning him so that he was laid across the sofa with his head in their lap. "I do not have to pull from the negative ones all the time. Especially if they are a limited resource."
Beck would've lied if he said the situation didn't scare him. He felt numb, yes, but he wasn't dead. Or emotionless. His muscles still tensed up at having to navigate unfamiliar territory, and his breathing and pulse quickened. But he couldn't react in the way Helle wanted. He didn't have the energy to protest and beg.
They began gently petting his hair, like one might do with a cat. It felt... nice. It wasn't comforting, but it was objectively pleasant, and... Helle was right. It was different, and different made him feel.
"I could make the distinction differently," they murmured. "I could simply make your days bad and worse, have your brain switching between dread and more dread."
Oh, it was a foolish question, the one on the tip of his tongue; but it was a justified one. Should he risk it? Or should he keep quiet and enjoy the break?
He was never going to learn to keep his mouth shut.
"Why don't you?" he asked quietly.
The vampire scratched his scalp with sharp nails, and Beck once again felt like he was nothing but a pet. But it was so good. It felt so nice. He couldn't help but turn his head a little, lean into the touch, and even though he managed to stifle the pleased hum that threatened to breach his aura of indifference, the way he arched his back to be able to push against Helle's hand probably told them everything they wanted to know.
They smiled sweetly. "It is an odd thing, really. Sometimes I look at your adorable little face and I want nothing more than to ruin it with tears and bruises. And sometimes... sometimes I come here with that exact intent, and yet you manage to say or do something... and I just change my mind out of nowhere. Sometimes I want to see you like this."
"Like a dog."
"Like a happy dog. Relaxed, content, lazily wagging his little tail — wagging it specifically because I scratched him behind the ears." Beck felt his face heating up at the comparison, even though it was the same one he'd made a moment ago. It was different, coming from Helle. "But it does make me wonder... How would you react if I were to take it all away?"
Beck tensed again, waiting for them to do just that. For their fingers to tighten in his hair, for the claws to draw blood. For Helle's gentle expression to turn cold and cruel. He found himself desperately hoping it was merely a hypothetical.
"There it is," they whispered. "That fear. That uncertainty. That pleading look I treasure oh so much." They continued petting him, satisfied with how he was unable to relax at all now. "A little hope and kindness goes a long way, I suppose."
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the-obnoxious-sibling · 5 months
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thinking about near misses in east blue.
shanks doesn't like conflict. he doesn't want to fight. he knows if buggy sees him a fight will happen. (does he know that buggy is concealing his history with roger? idk) so obviously he avoids him. shanks is great at avoiding people!
but how close do they get first?
do the red-haired pirates, looking for a new base of operations, spot a ship in port with a jolly roger that sends a shiver of recognition down shanks' spine?
do they land on opposite sides of the same island once? wander through the same market? nearly stop at the same stall? is the only thing that saves shanks from getting sworn at for a solid hour the sharp ear that catches on the phrase “captain buggy” and the quick thinking to duck into a random shop while his first mate gives him a deeply concerned look?
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softcenteregg · 4 months
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Chance meetings - just wanted to do some little doodles of them being silly.
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moghedien · 11 months
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I miss Queen Beryl. no one was doing it like her
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en-chi-la-da · 1 year
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Do you have any hc's on Hinadam pet names? I like to think Gundham has many titles for Hajime. Meanwhile Hajime has only one he may just use in private, idk 😌
gundham has so many titles/nicknames for just his classmates alone (e.g. sonia = madonna of darkness, sakura = she who reigns, shuichi = shepard of lost souls, he refers to kaito as a "comet" and even calls kazuichi a "morning star" ffs (although i'm sure he meant it in more of a "i find you blinding and annoying to look at >:/" kind of sense LOL) so he definitely would have a good handful of pet names for hajime <3 his vassal <3 his souls chosen companion <3 the singularity <3 his "slave/manservant/sacrifice/housekeeper/friend!" :)
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i feel like hajime would just call him gundham most of the time, he wouldnt really know any other terms to use for this self-proclaimed overlord. if he's feeling a bit more sarcastic about it he would just be like "yes my dark overlord 🙄 oh the great and powerful gundham tanaka 🙄" but yeah, in private he would let something slip out... a "my liege" or something like that.... what if he called him his dark masterUH I MEAN
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bluehairedspidey · 6 months
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god quan chi and shinnok's dynamic is so fucking fascinating to me i need to study them under a microscope
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