#lawdog

Snippet:

“Oh, don’t just lay there. You haven’t even hit my lawman once.” Lettuce tries to goad him for some god forsaken reason. “Go on. Attack.” 

What? Did Lettuce think that would actually make him-

He can’t breathe. No. More like his lungs clench in on themselves as every nerve in his body stills. Pain muffling, like the connection between his mind and body was just- gone. As a clouded edge fills his thoughts. Fills every little crevice of his head. 

And an utter rush surges through him. Starting in the way his heart rate picks up in speed. Pulse quickening to match in an instant. An airy, light, giddiness that grabs him in a chokehold. Squeezing out whatever fear and uncertainty that’d tried to fill his mind with panic. And leaving him breathing so heavily. Air hot as it leaves his mouth. And digging his forehead further into the boards of the floor. Shoulders hunching up as his body is so taken aback by the utter- the utter need to attack.

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Summary:

There’s a specific frequency only animals can hear. So high pitched and sharp it’d make them writhe in pain. Dogs especially are sensitive to the noise. Whining aloud and desperately trying to cover their ears to make it stop. Crudelly mimicked by dog whistles to keep them in check.

But there’s an interesting thing most don’t know. Even if you can’t hear it, people are also affected by it. Maybe at best a phantom headache if it’s not too strong. Or at worse, death from internal organs rupturing from the vibrations.

And there’s a special tune in between. When done just right. Activates the neurons just so. Enough to make your brain act on impulse. Heightened by the pain it can’t understand and whiting out reason. Delegating function to subconscious actions rather than conscious ones. Making it more susceptible. More pliable.

Lettuce finds that frequency. And makes his very own dog whistle. Meant for just one person.

OR

Lawdog AU playing on a different method of obedience.

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Snippet:

TW: Blood

The sight is enough to make Wemmbu laugh aloud again. Snickering as he shoots up from the ground and lunges. Ramming into the netherite armor and sending the player further back. Grip loosening on the sword just enough for purple hands to clasp it and snatch it free. He skitters back, holding the sword and raising it to be level with the player. Gazing down the sharpened metal at the lone eye the lawman has open.

There’s blood obscuring so much of the black blade and making his own reflection look like a fractoral mess. With how only his smile is visible in the gaps. A sharp thing full of teeth and surrounded by even more of the dripping mess of red.

“Where’d all the confidence go bro?” Wemmbu’s voice is so much smoother now as he talks aloud. Seeming like it held a playful lilt, despite the sharp edge it had. “Little blood too much for you?”

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Just a fun artwork from the latest chapter of my fic! A different take on the lawdog as focusing a lot more on hypnosis and just how the mind works.