Rowena is a captive at Voscland Human Research Facility (VHRF), and is one of their most defiant lab rats. Rudy is her handler, who's job is to try and keep her in line. (lab whump, lady whump, magic)
The Contortionist and the Bodyguard
Olive is an underpaid contortionist at Madame Tatania's Circus of Delights, or at least she was. At auction she meets Leon, a security guard who was kidnapped and now waits to be sold to the highest bidder. (captivity whump, non-boxboy pet whump, lady whump)
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i really wish people could make characters with scars and just be normal about it. scars are just a feature, like brown hair or freckles, all it means is that you got an injury in the past. Scars are not gross or ugly or tragic or intimidating or scary or gorey or body horror, they are just a normal trait that a lot of people have.Ā
if iām allowed to be picky, i also wish people could be more thoughtful/realistic when deciding on scars. like do some research and think āhow did this injury happenā. if someone got attacked by wolves, how does that give them a straight cut scar across their face?Ā
and where are the other effects of these injuries? nerve damage, contractures, amputations, brain damage, PTSD, chronic pain, speech issues, sun sensitivity, blindness, etc?Ā and please do research on these too, its good, its not that difficult.
i want to see characters have scars, and still be able to be normal, and cute/pretty/beautiful/sexy, and loved, and happy. this includes people with extensive burn scars, with skin grafts, with tons of reconstructive surgeries, who are missing eyes or noses or ears or limbs. this includes people with keloid scars, who donāt look normal, who have āgrossā symptoms from their injuries. this includes people who have scars from elective or cosmetic surgeries, and surgeries that were botched. this includes people who have scars from self harm or suicide attempts.Ā
Ā Ā Ā please give more characters scars, and be normal about it. i am (politely) begging you.Ā
(sorry if this comes off as aggressive/accusatory, i struggle with tone)
i want to see writers being normal about their character's scars. i want to see other characters being normal about the character's scars. i want to see the character being normal about their own scars.
so many fics i see with scarred characters revolve around the scar in such a way that is definitely realistic for some, but is not realistic for all. i have so many scars that i just straight up forget about until someone has been staring for a tad too long and it finally clicks like "oh shit, yeah those exist".
even if the scar came from something super traumatic, it's not necessarily going to be on the character's mind 24/7. (not saying it can't be, but i'd like to see a little more variety in the way characters feel about their scars).
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living weapon whumpee getting tortured because even if she has no spirit to break, there's only so much a sword can withstand until it's beyond use or repair
I adore this š
My favorite thing in living weapon whump is when the whump actively makes the living weapon whumpee worse at their intended job/purpose. Like congrations your super soldier curls into a ball and sobs whenever she hears loud noises and is somehow both claustrophobic and agoraphobic at the same time. She will be so good in battle.
Especially love if the torture motivates them to defect š and join the opposing side š who are maybe nicer. Or maybe not :)
"Shhh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "It's alright to cry. It's alright to feel pain. Pain is how we learn, how we grow. And you, my beautiful pet, have a lot of fucking growing to do."
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not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as āmy liegeā would come strangely naturally
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Marcus and Jake are finally safe from AMTEC - although their escape nearly cost them both their lives. Now they are free to heal and discover what they might be to each other - and they learn that AMTECās influence leaves not a single person in their lives untouched.
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This is a sequel series to Beneath Gunmetal Skies. Start here, continued from here.
Contents: hypervigilance, miscommunication, PTSD, past noncon
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Regardless of how nice a place Lars said it was, when they arrived to the clinic, Marcus didnāt head straight inside with Lars and Jake. Instead, he carefully patrolled the outer perimeter of the parking lot, taking note of every car parked there. Then, he stalked around the outside of the building, checking every window and door. They were all locked, and he couldnāt see into any of them. The blinds were drawn, and black construction paper had been carefully taped over every gap where a keen-eyed spy might be able to peer in. He found the graffiti Lars had mentioned: the words fuck the system, hastily scrawled. Marcus blinked at that. It seemedā¦ astonishingly vague.
Lars was good to their word about the cameras, too; he didnāt see a single one ā not hanging from the eaves, not mounted on the poles in the parking lot, and not anywhere else he could see, either. Finally, when he was satisfied, he went to the front door and strode in.
There were two people sitting in the waiting room who turned to look at Marcus with naked fear in their eyes. A harried-looking woman glared at him from the front desk. Marcus recognized her. He remembered how sheād kept reasonably decent composure when heād met her several days ago ā considering she thought he was an AMTEC officer, sent here specifically to find Lars.
Celene? Serenity?
āYouāre scaring the shit out of all our patients,ā she said in a shaking voice. Jake glanced at her, already seated in the waiting room among the other patients, mouth twisting into an embarrassed half-smile.
Celeste.
Marcus swallowed hard. āSorry,ā he said. āSorry, Iā¦ I justā¦ wanted to make sureāā
āThat the place is secure, yeah, Lars mentioned,ā she said. She folded her arms over her chest. āBut our patients think thereās aāā
āYeah. Sorry.ā
One of the patients ā a small teenage boy with roughly chopped hair that mostly covered his eyes ā stood and hurried to the door.
āHeās not AMTEC, Ezekiel,ā Celeste said in a rush. āHard to believe, with the fucking cop haircut. Heāsā¦ I promise heās not.ā
The boy stopped at the door. He threw a dubious glance at Marcus, then Jake. He seemed like he was waiting for some other explanation ā something that would explain the haircut, the arm, the way Marcusās eyes were fixed on him like a pointer with a bird.
Jake cleared his throat. āWeāreā¦ friends of Lars,ā he said gently. āWeād like to help out here. At leastā¦ weāre going to help out here as much as we can, while Iāmā¦ recovering.ā
The boy swallowed hard. His eyes flicked to Jake. āWh-what are you recovering from?ā he said softly. āSurgery?ā
Jakeās throat bobbed. He looked at Marcus, looked back at the boy, and drew in a long, deep breath. āAMTEC,ā he said simply.
Ezekielās eyes went wide. āOh,ā he breathed. āOh, shit.ā
A chill passed over Marcusās shoulders. The scar at his throat itched. His eyes zeroed in on Jakeās; it hadnāt healed yet. It was still visible, if you knew what to look for.
So far, no one had known what to look for. No one but Lars. Then again, only two people besides Lars had gotten close enough to see, and a 33% discovery rate was far, far too high.
Ezekiel hovered in the doorway of the clinic, eyes darting between Celeste, Marcus, and Jake.
The door to the back opened. Lars walked through. āOh,ā they snarled, looking angrier than Marcus had ever seen them. āHeās done doing his little patrol, is he?ā Their cheeks were red, and their nostrils flared as they glared at him.
Marcus swallowed hard. āIāmā¦ Iām sorry,ā he mumbled. āIā¦ probably should have said I was going toāā
āIāve got a patient and two providers who think we need to go into lockdown,ā they bit out. āOneās already got his gas mask on. Yeah, you could have said something.ā
āIt was just a miscommunication,ā Jake said, rising and going to Larsās side. Marcus watched as he wobbled on his feet. He felt every muscle in his body strain forward ā I should be helping Jake, Jake shouldnāt be up, he shouldnāt even be out of the damn house ā but he stayed in place. He kept his gaze on the floor, his chin tucked, showing deference.
Beneath the deference, though, was boiling resentment. Would it make you feel better if I wore a fucking muzzle, Lars?
Sir?
He ground his teeth, nearly vibrating with strain as he fought the need to guide Jake back to a chair. He felt the eyes of every person in the room on him, and quailed under the scrutiny.
Ezekiel shuffled his feet. The sudden movement made Marcus jump. The kid sheepishly returned to his chair, though his huge eyes never left Marcus as he sat down.
Marcus licked his lips. Jake let out an easy laugh, breaking the tension in the room. āWell, this is going great,ā he said.
Lars took a long, shuddering breath and pinched the bridge of their nose. āItāsā¦ itās fine,ā they said. āItās fine. Nobodyās dying, itās fine. I can, umā¦ I can get you both settled. Iāll get you sitting down for sure. Get you inā¦ a room, orāā
Celeste sat back down with a huff and muttered, āyeah, find a room for the ex-AMTECāā
āNo,ā Marcus snarled.
Celeste froze. So did everyone else in the waiting room. Jakeās eyes fixed on Marcus, wide and uncertain. There was a warning there.
Just let it go, the look said. We can deal with this.
And maybe Jake could deal with it. Marcus could, too, if the implication rested only on him. But he couldnāt stand the thought that these people might think they ā might think Jake ā was just like the people Marcus had just wrested him from.
Shut the fuck up! screamed a voice in the back of Marcusās head. Better that, than have them know the truthā¦
And it was. That was better. But the thought was there in Marcusās head, and he couldnāt do anything to stop it from growing like a cancer now: these people looking at Jake, and seeing a soldier. Seeing an officer.
Seeing a rapist.
He felt himself trembling. He felt the rage that was causing it. He could feel nothing else. He didnāt look at anyone as the words felt ripped from his mouth: ādonātā¦ everā¦ say that about him again.ā
They could look at him and see that. That was fine. After the things heād done, the doors heād busted down, the people heād killed, all as an obedient fucking tool for AMTEC, heād probably earned it. He was more AMTEC than anyone here realized. He probably deserved the title.
But not Jake. Not his Jake.
Lars swallowed loudly. āIāllā¦ bring you up to speed, Celeste,ā they said gently. āButā¦ not AMTEC. Not ex-AMTEC, either.ā
āGreat,ā she said. āJustā¦ strong vibes, then.ā
Marcus had to hand it to her, she had more nerve than most of the officers whoād ever pushed him around. When he raised his gaze, she was staring right at him.
Lars sighed. āOkay. This has royally thrown off my entire flow for the day. Marcus, Jake, will you please come with me. Celeste, youāre good with the front desk?ā
āYeah,ā she said, finally looking away from Marcus and glancing at the others in the waiting room. āYeah, Iām good.ā
āAlright.ā They turned to head to the back once more, swiping an ID card at the door as they went. They held the door open for Jake and Marcus and let it fall shut behind them. Then, they led them to the back, to their office. Marcus recognized the hallway. It felt like it had been months since heād been here. It hadnāt even been two weeks. As they went, Lars poked their head into one of the patient rooms. āEverythingās fine, like I said, itāsā¦ The guy I brought just wanted toā¦ anyway. Everythingās fine.ā
As they passed, Marcus caught sight of a frightened face, obscured by a mask. He ran a hand through his hair to muss it as best he could.
āSorry about Celeste,ā Lars said as they opened their office and waved to the chair for Jake to sit. It had been cleared of papers now. Jake sank into it and leaned on Marcus as he stepped close. Marcus angled himself so that he could see both Lars and the door at the same time.
āItās fine,ā Marcus said flatly. āI know that I, uhā¦ freaked her out. When I first came here.ā
āOh, itās not just that,ā Lars said with a shrug. They dug through some papers on their desk. āYou remind her of her dad.ā
Marcus bristled. āOh?ā
āYeah. AMTEC asshole. Sorry, itās the haircut.ā
Marcusās throat tightened. He hadnāt cut his hair in weeks and weeks ā not since heād stolen an electric razor and buzzed it short so he wouldnāt have to keep trying to find ways to wash it while on the run. Heād never given a single thought to how his hair was cut ā but then again, heād never once had a choice in the matter. AMTEC had always seen to it that his hair was cut every four weeks on the dot, except for when he was on long missions or simulations. And even then, he was expected to keep it looking neat and well-groomed, as is becoming of a representative of AMTECā¦ whatever the fuck that meant.
That rage was still there. It wasā¦ bad that it was there. Marcus wasnāt supposed to be angry anymore, not now that he was out, not now that Jake was out. He was free. He had Jake. Everything should be fine. He was supposed to be fine.
He couldnāt explain why he wasnāt fine.
He allowed his eyes to skip around the room, searching for cameras, searching for weapons, searching for threats, while he mulled over why he wasnāt fine. No answer revealed itself. When Jakeās hand slid into his, he squeezed.
āIām not sure what I can do about my hair,ā was all he could think to say.
Lars let out a choked laugh. āDonāt worry about it, man. Sorry. I didnāt mean to make it sound like you need to do something about it. Weāre all, ahā¦ getting used to this shit, okay? And youāre in the building with a lot of traumatized people. Weāre all gonna reactā¦ weirdlyā¦ to each other. Itās all good.ā
Not if they react badly to Jake, Marcus thought darkly. He just kept his mouth shut and nodded.
āHonestly, this is going better than I thought it would,ā Jake said with a laugh.
Marcus blinked. āIt is? How did you think this was gonna go?ā
He nudged his head against Marcusās hip. āNot sure. I was worried Iād, umā¦ get overwhelmed or something. Or pass out. Itās going well so far.ā
āNightās still young,ā Lars said darkly. They glanced up and caught Marcusās glare. āSorry. Anyway. Let me know what you guys want to do. If you want to hang out here, thatās totally fine. If you absolutely need something to doā¦ Iāve got an entire back room that needs to be reorganized. You donāt have to, butāā They cut themself off, and a smile ghosted over their face. They met Marcusās eyes.
He hadnāt even noticed that heād started to lean forward. āIā¦ could probably do that,ā he said softly.
Lars grinned. āYeah, man, I bet you probably could.ā
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Me who lives in southern Arizona where itāll be at least 96 degrees on average until the end of October with only 3 major rain storms in between: Damn itās nice out today, little cloudy so Iāll take a sweater for later, just in case.
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"Here I am, all yours. Now please, let the hostages go."
"Not so easy, bitch! You're gonna take a hit for each of them."
"Suit yourself."
"And also, you're gonna pick where I hit you."
"Very well. My left thigh."
"Oh, I see what you're doing here, strategically minimizing the impact. And that won't do. What kind of a sacrifice even is that? Nnnnah. Choose again. Something painful. Or something vital."
"Shit... You're a sick mofo, you know that? Alright... Alright. Break my nose then?"
"Really? Oh come now, for a nine-year old girl? She's worth more, don't you think?ā
"Shhhit..."
"Choose! Or I'llāā
"Kidney! Please don't hurt her! Kick me in the kidney."
Someone mentioned how they were having a hard time creating a world for their fantasy fiction geographically because they kept reinventing the island of Britain, which also happened to my good close enemy George R. R. Martin. I would like to suggest North Carolina. I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous but North Carolina has an awesome geographic setup for a fantasy kingdom, I think. Inhospitable barrier islands, constantly shifting shoals in the sound, swamps with alligators, venomous snakes and carnivorous plants, lots of very flat and somewhat sparsely populated farmland, foothills, mines, mountains full of mysterious phenomenon that were originally very difficult to navigate and people still get lost in today. It kind of rocks.
