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the phrase âearn a livingâ is so vile and disgusting and evil

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''Memories Haunt Like Echos in a Mirror Universe''
Check out one of the parts of @fluffyazzy piece!
We are definitely smelling good food here!
Are you ready for this?
The fact that this is finished except some minor editing is WILD to me! I'm excited to see the whole zine put together soonish!!! â¨ď¸â¤ď¸đĽł
every now and then i have to think of the roman family from two thousand years ago that buried their little daughter in a boyâs athletic-themed sarcophagus and i weep a little because thatâs the softest declaration of love i can possibly imagine
i am once again emotional and sleep deprived so let me elaborate to make myself feel better.
octavia paulina was a six year old girl whose sarcophagus was found in her familyâs tomb at via triumphalis in rome, dated roughly around the third century a.d. her parents mourned her mors immatura, her premature death, by having the wall behind her sarcophagus painted with the image of a giant meadow with children and a chariot pulled by doves accompanied by hermes leading an unconscious girl into afterlife. (to my knowledge, the doves and the fact that they were led by hermes was a symbol for hope.)
the sarcophagus itself shows athletic competitions between girls and boys alike, and in the most important one on the front, octavia paulina appears as the winner (a palm branch in her hand, which is meant to symbolize her strength and honor, her virtus). her opponent is sitting on the floor, upset. what really stands out is that octavia paulinaâs parents ordered a common sarcophagus that was usually used to bury boys with athletic interests or futures but then proceeded to have it remodeled â smaller heads and genitalia cut off etc â to include girls in the relief.
i just get very soft when i think about parents ordering a sarcophagus for their little daughter who think itâs perfect for her and who remodel it to make it even more accurate for her. the thought of parents more than 1.700 years ago thinking their six year old daughter deserves a sarcophagus that fits her personality (rather than what was expected of her as a young girl of the time) despite none being available and then ordering for it to be altered makes me wanna scream because itâs such a human and caring thing to do. maybe octavia paulina even had a say in this because it took weeks to months to make a sarcophagus this detailed.
disclaimer: a lot of this messy little thing was transcribed from what my professor has told us in his sarcophagus class and this article; this is just a rambling post, it isnât detailed or well put or structured properly, and not fit for scientific research.
In 2000 a Roman tomb from the first century DC was found in Grottaferrata, near Rome. Inside there were two sarcofagi in white marble identifying their occupants. Both people had died in summer, albeit years apart from each other, and had been preserved (an unusual detail that suggests they might have been followers of the cult of Isis). They were mother and son, other inscriptions tell us the tomb had been commissioned by the womanâs younger daughter (the half sister of the man) Antestia Balbina.Â
The young man, Carvilio Gemello, was around 18 when he died, likely as a consequence of a bone fracture in his leg. The woman, Aebutia, was around forty forty-five when she died and was buried wearing this ring (now housed in the Palestrina Archeological museum)
Behind the quartz window we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello engraved in a golden miniature that his mother commissioned.Â
In a way, Aebutia and the parents of Octavia Paulina, succeeded in defying death with their acts of love. After thousands of years we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello like his mother last saw him, know that Octavia Paulina was an athletic little girl beloved by her family. Life was unkind to both so those who loved them tried to make sure memory wouldnât be.Â
You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degreeâbut what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are justâŚmellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around themâand so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realizeâŚ
âŚthey've never actually told you anything about themselves.
Adding onto this: characters who are so deeply repressed that they don't even realize they're not fine, or at the very least not supposed to be fine. Characters who do tell you about a situation they're in that should be bad, but instantly laugh it off saying they can handle it (spoiler: they can, in fact, not handle it). Characters who laugh with you and listen to all your woes and much later you learn that they were actually going through something at least equally bad at the time, but they wave it off and don't want to speak of it. Characters whose main coping mechanism seems to be "don't think about it" on endless loop.
Basically, the fictional embodiment of the "this is fine" dog.
roman : crushes are the worst, I always act stupid in front of mine
virgil : you always act stupid
roman : yeah donât think about it too much

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Even saying âIâm so sorry, I completely forgotâ sounds marginally better than â Iâm so sorry, I didnât completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.â
A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.
Pinning Whumpeeâs arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm
Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill insideâthen holding a hand over Whumpeeâs nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate
Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or donât)
Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpeeâs nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately
Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal
Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they knowâonce itâs in, thereâs no chance to escape
Useful
Tw: torture (past and present), conditioning, asphyxiation, whipping, and just a bunch of other good stuff :)
11:00 p.m., master isnât home yet, then it must be time for bed. Lucas pushes himself up from his knees, still trembling from kneeling on the cold tiles for hours on end, waiting for his owner to show up. He looks down at his kneecaps just to find them tinted red, caused by the pressure from his own weight.
The Canadian winter snow is still pelting, a ghost white blankets everything in sight. Heâs lost in the panoramic scene for a moment, in the dagger-like icicles and the pine trees bending under the heavy shimmering carpet that covers their every leaf and the eery silence of stillness. Through the glass door and French windows, he watches as the moon shines on the pavement thatâs covered knee-high, and for an instant, he imagines the tingling of the freezing snow on his legs. Before he knows it, his mindâs filled with thoughts of the unthinkableâŚthe impossible.
A gun pressed to a feverish Whumpeeâs forehead, but theyâre so delirious and the cold feels so good against their flushed skin, they canât help but lean into it, much to Whumperâs shock or delight.

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Whumpees being kept in small cages are lovely. Watch them try to excape, pull the cage apart, Anything to get Out- Than their limbs start cramping, pins and needles setting in, and their forced to just try and find a comfortable position to be in.
Than the pain when Whumper pulls them back out.
god i love muzzles... do you have any other muzzle related hcs or posts?
I don't feel like going back and finding them all, so i'll write the brief version of the ones I remember down + some more:)
Content: Muzzles, captivity, dehumanisation, conditioning, vampire whumpee, starvation, gagged, pet whump, PTSD/trauma.
Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.
Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.
Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.
A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.
The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.
Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.
Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.
Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.
Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.
The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.
Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.
tw: drugging
a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumperâs arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.
âshh, my love⌠donât fight it,â they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.
Whumpers who use affection to pacify aggressive Whumpees. Whumper's voice is calming and motherly, whispering praises as they run a hand through Whumpee's hair, offering sweets or pleasantries. In return, Whumpee adores them wholeheartedly. Whumpee puts on any restraints they are ordered to, comforts Whumper when they're stressed out, all that. But as soon as Whumper makes the command to tear someone apart? God have mercy on their soul, because Whumpee surely won't. As blood drips down Whumpee's chin, they nuzzle Whumper's hand, and puts the muzzle back on. Whumper gently whispers in Whumpee's ear: "Well done. Let's get you some treats." wtf why do you all like this so much
dehumanize your whumpees!! put cigarettes out on their bruised skin. make them eat days-old food. carve degrading and insulting words into their skin. give them expired medicine. keep them chained to the wall by a leash and collar thatâs too tight and barely gives them any room for movement. make them ask for permission before speaking or standing or breathing. dehumanize your whumpees. <3

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Creepy/Intimate Whumpers + Manhandling <3
Grabbing whumpee by the scruff of their shirt to lift them up, making their legs kick in the air
Holding whumpee up by their underarms and pinning them against a wall
Curling an arm around whumpee's waist to keep their back flush against whumper's chest
Dragging whumpee into their lap and caging them in with crossed legs
Bracing an arm across whumpee's chest while the other puts their neck in a chokehold, preventing them from struggling away
Scooping whumpee up to carry their bridal style, knowing they're too weak to do anything by lay against whumper's shoulder
Alternatively, throwing a feisty whumpee over their shoulder and letting them kick as much as they want
Restraining whumpee in a forced cuddle until they finally run out of energy and go limp in the embrace
Teasingly holding their arms out open for whumpee to go to on their own, their only option to accept
Yanking whumpee down from wherever they've scrambled up to, causing them to fall into awaiting arms
Dragging a hidden whumpee out from their spot by their ankle no matter how hard they try to claw the ground
Pinning whumpee down just for a perfect view of their face, straddling their hips and holding both wrists in one hand
Forcing whumpee to stay quiet and obedient in whumper's hold on display or risk getting snatched up by someone much worse
and don't get my started on tiny whumpees
i just love love love a whumper brutally beating the defiance out of their whumpeeâ
perhaps itâs only temporary, once their head stops spinning theyâll go back to spitting and cursing at whumperâŚ. but whumper just beats the daylights out of them until theyre dazed and growling and angryâ whumpeeâs spitting words giving way to more and more absolutely humiliating sounds as whumper beats them into the ground again and again and â
eventually, thereâs just this soundâhalfway between a choked gasp and a strangled groan
and whumper finally stops to listen to whumpeeâs panted breaths, to wipe the strands of hair from their forehead, to admire how red whumpeeâs cheeks have gotten from the embarrassment and whumperâs hand striking them over and over mere moments ago