Just tossing this up here, I had to do it. Let me know if there’s a need for a “translated” version of this, as the dialogue here is in an older dialect of English than is used today.
TW: Vampire whumpee, house fire mention, Dehumanization, humiliation, leash and collar mention, a flaming row/shouting match over it, domestic violence/manhandling, threat of whipping/beating.
1579
Under the newly knighted Sir William Nightley’s directions, building work was begun in earnest on the new home for his family and posterity. The people of Atcombe town had already begun to call it Blackthorne Hall, after the little hamlet of Blackthorne that had stood close by, and the old Nightley Hall itself, which had both burned down in that fatal night last Autumn. Until their new home would be finished enough to live in, Sir William rented his family the finest house he could get in Atcombe and rode over daily to oversee the work.
Yves had taken up some of his former duties in the oversight of the household but his role was still unclear, and Agnes Nightley was still not entirely at ease with having a vampire servingman in her home, and around her son or little infant daughter. She pretended to be, for her husband’s sake, but Yves could hear heartbeats now. He was learning what a tight smile but an elevated pulse meant, when people did it at the sight of him. Fortunately, she had taken the children to run about on the village green when the painting arrived.
It was brought by a courier, wrapped in clean rags and canvas to protect it. Sir William pulled the covering from it and leaned it against a heavy brass candlestick on the table in the main room of the house, where there was light enough to see it best.
Yves emerged from doing up the beds in the bedrooms, coming down the stairs. “What, is this that painting commissioned in Spring, brought from London at last?”
At random, whenever they strike me, have some little bits of whump.
CW: PET WHUMP, BBU
AU: Riley, a big tough Guard Dog “box boy” captive, inherited or caught and sold, not back to WRU, but into a black market for underground “Dog” fights.
Picture him kneeling in a darkened cell, muzzled, chained wrists above his head so he can’t lie down. They’ll leave him like that, depriving him of sleep to wear him down before they go in to teach him his place and his new role.
The Fighter [Contains 18+ content, slavery, see TWs below]
Summary: The system had started as a way to curb crime in the mid 2030s. Prisoners had been given the option to join the contracted worker system (slavery – but no one dared call it that), and years would be taken off of their sentences. Power leads to corruption leads to more power leads to more corruption. Ten years in, coercion was readily used to force criminals into the system. Twenty years in, rights started being stripped. Now, within a 60 year old system that has expanded beyond anyone’s control, a U.S. Senator finds himself holding the contract of the favorite worker of one of the most powerful men in the country.
Notes:Leo’s buyers (in order) are Kylie Smith, Parker Destin, West Peterson, Ivan Petrov, Luke Bennett. Some artistic liberties taken with American politics + medicine.
Trigger Warnings: 18+. slavery, noncon, dehumanization, restraints, forced medical trauma (a fuck ton of medical whump because I am who I am), violence, emeto & emeto references, tube feeding & eating issues, needles, whipping, electrocution, conditioning, starvation, abusive relationships. Please check individual chapter TWs.
Riley had spent a busy night fielding drunks at the Diamond nightclub away from Mr. James. Usually he did this by getting in their way and steering them along to one side, but sometimes, like tonight, someone actually tried to start trouble. Mr. James was the kind of man who occasionally made enemies, or found himself resented by lesser businessmen and their cronies.
The sight of a huge Guard Dog pet in his studded collar and black leather motorcycle jacket, looking like a particularly young and restless Hell’s Angel, was enough to make people think twice about trying to take a swing at Curtis James. Well, most people. Every so often, someone was angry, and drunk enough to be stupid.
TWs: food, fever. Institutionalized slavery implied by the existence of Box Boys. This is almost entirely 2k of pure fluff.
It had been partly cloudy when they’d reached the college campus, but by the time they finally left the Liberal Arts and Lit building, it was starting to plop those warning raindrops that come ahead of a real downpour.
“Oh, crap!” Alice patted the sides of her wheelchair. “Of course it rains and I forgot to put my rain poncho back in the pockets! Argh!”
David stopped pushing the wheelchair for a moment and took off his jacket, draping it over her head and around her shoulders like a hood. “We’re still halfway across the campus from the car.”
“I can’t take your jacket, you’ll get wet!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m washable. Can you hang on to the armrests? I… think we better run,” he said glancing over his shoulder at the oncoming rain falling in sheets.
Alice hadn’t meant to. She really did not need looking after by an eager… “pet”. But she should have remembered her own body often didn’t leave her choices, and of course, it was only a matter of time before some stupid thing happened while he was around to see.
For this series, the more graphic flashbacks to things that happened during captivity will be separate as their own chapters so people who don’t want to read those can skip them and still get the Recovery Plotline. I hope to manage this!
This is a Flashback, and you can skip it and not lose plot info, I think, but it shows some of Riley’s old life.More is implied than said outright-no explicit content.
TW: Institutionalized slavery, Box boy whump, pet whump, dehumanization, alcohol, gun threat mention, robbery at gunpoint mention, sexual innuendo, sexualized situation with fingers in mouth implying things, noncon touch, future noncon implied
The Diamond was a well known city hotspot for nightclub entertainment. When there wasn’t live music, they had the best DJs playing top US hits and new imported beats on the thumping sound system. The drinks were excellent, the doormen strict. If you weren’t in the In Crowd, didn’t know the right people, or at least have the right looks, you didn’t get in.
Only a very privileged few, however, could access the upstairs rooms. At a glance it looked like just a dark utility hallway for reaching the sound wiring and storing old lighting rigs. Hidden behind sound-dulling black felt panels were private rooms that Curtis James, owner of the Diamond, kept for his best clients and his personal friends. Tonight, for example, was poker night.
Am I the only one who’s tired of seeing bad liars in media like anime, manga, and webtoons? Like I get its usually done for comedic effect or to let the reader know, but honestly it’s so tiring at this point.
Give me a character that can lie with a straight face and smile. Give me a character that can bluff super well about stuff they didn’t even find out till just seconds before. Give me a character that can’t act for shit but can make up a lie so well even they’re a bit surprised. Give me a character that DOESNT LIE AT ALL but skirts around the actual truth all the time. And finally give me a character that doesn’t feel guilty for their ability to lie, because to them that’s just how they learned to protect themselves (or some other reason).
Yves is such a habitual liar it’s actually hard to get the straight truth out of him on some subjects- his entire life has been about skirting things that aren’t “suitable topics” or avoiding saying certain things. He can be a master of obfuscation.
Lies Yves has told repeatedly:
“I’m quite certain.”
“Everything will be fine.”
“There’s nothing worth bothering about here.”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“No, it’s no trouble at all.“
“We’re happy to help in any way we can.”
“I understand Sir.”
“It’ll be done, Miss.”
“No, it barely left a mark.”
“I’m quite alright.”
“Doesn’t even sting anymore.”
“I’m not tired yet, you get some sleep.”
“I accept your decision, then.”
“I will do as I am ordered Sir.”
“No I haven’t seen them all day, Sir. Don’t know where they might be.”
Forewarning. This will probably get rambly. Expect it. I’m tired as hell and I got shit I want to say. It might not be worded as poetically as you assholes want, but at this point I’m done caring.
Anyway.
You know. I love how exclusionists automatically assume just because, yeah, aspecs actually HAVE gone through some shit and we’ve been harmed for being associated with the queer community, that we’re trying to push the idea that it’s been to the same extent. Yeah. Most of the backlash against us from straight people has come from the thought that “not being het” = “gay”. You’re right there.
And we know. What we go through is not the same extent. A lot of times (though there are things, and I’ll get to that) it’s not just because we’re aspec. We’ve said that.
Hear me out here before you start squawking. And for the love of all that’s good left in the world, don’t start up with the slur thing. There’s a dozen other posts on that. You don’t want to be called it? Great. My bi ass will. Cause we fought for that shitty word when there wasn’t anything to call ourselves, and you’ll give it back to those bigots after you pry it from my cold, dead, fingers.
Anyway. There’s this thing that’s called “generalized prejudice”. AKA, the notion that bigotry can be generalized across similar groups. Anything with any suffix of sexual besides hetero is automatically Wrong and Gay and Unnatural and Dangerous. You’re not straight? You’re not normal.
Parents who would send their gay, bi, pan, and trans kids send their ace kids to conversation therapy as well. Corrective rape is a BIG thing. That it does happen shows that there’s something in the mindset. Due to this, aspecs are, in fact, harmed and submitted to violence.
I know for myself I certainly didn’t get the best reception when I told my family. Luckily it wasn’t violent for me, but you know that thing you guys do with the “I’m sure Christians love you”.
Yeah. No. Because, and I quote here “God made man for women, and expected them to be with each other. And in marriage be open to each other’s needs. If you can’t give that to someone you shouldn’t marry. Because that’d be a sin.”
(First off, asexuality doesn’t mean you can’t have sex, even though I personally don’t want to have it. It’s just a lack of attraction (not libido. That’s something else.) Second of all, thanks for letting me know not to tell you about the bi thing. Don’t worry. Not opening up about this shit again.)
And there are others who’ve gotten worse. You’re right. Mine wasn’t as bad as a lot of you get, but can we all just agree it really hurts and sucks to be told you’re shit for your sexuality? Can we all agree that attitudes like this tend to cause bigger, more violent problems? Especially as more people become aware of it being a thing? That this has been a big issue and fucked up a lot of people?
“You weren’t there like we were in the start. You don’t deserve to be here after all the shit we went through. It’s because they think you’re gay, like you said! It’s homophobia, not aphobia!”
First of all we were here. We just weren’t under our own name, because we didn’t have it. Pansexuals were here as well, and so were nonbianary people. Most of us, knowing we weren’t straight but only having a select number of things to align ourselves with, dispersed under other groups. Lots of us ended up under the bisexual umbrella. Hell. A lot of us still do before we realize this is a thing.
“Well, I don’t like the opposite gender. So maybe I’m gay?”
“Okay, I don’t seem interested in any, but that would mean…maybe I’m interested in others equally? Am I bisexual or pan?”
Like. Shit. Just the sheer amount of it happening today where the aspec identities ARE a thing that’s known should give a hint of how common it would be earlier when it WASN’T known. Plus, we know we were around, because we were described. Even by some prominent leaders in the community.
A few overall examples. From the article for those who don’t want to wade through it:
“The earliest use of the word ‘asexual’ which I have been able to find (up to now), is in a 1896 pamphlet called “Sappho und Sokrates” by Magnus Hirschfeld, an influential German sexologist and activist for LGBT emancipation.”
“Ralph Werther – Jennie June was an outspoken transgender person who wrote extensively about his life and the New York LGBT scene at the turn of the century. He uses the word ‘anaphrodite‘ to describe people who are “not suffused with adoration for any type of human” and who “shudder violently at the very thought of any kind of association grounded on sex differences”
“Researchers like Magnus Hirschfeld and Alfred Kinsey did notice and describe asexuality. It is rather remarkable that some of the most well-known sexologists make mention of asexuality, and yet we have been woefully understudied over the course of the last 150 years.”
“We are present in the works of LGBT pioneers like Magnus Hirschfeld and Ralph Werther – Jennie June (see above). It’s worth investigating how we fit into their circles: turn-of-the-century Berlin and New York. Then there are phenomena like the Boston marriages – relationships of which the main features are not just lesbian, but also asexual – and the description of asexuality as a subcategory of homosexuality in the 1978 study ‘Homosexualities’.”
We were there then. At the start. Right from the beginning. All of us who knew we weren’t straight, but didn’t have a name. Maybe we’d label ourselves as gay. Or bi. Or trans. But we were there, even if we weren’t properly labeled. We fought too. We fought alongside you and died alongside you, but we didn’t have a group to call our own. We were scattered and unseen. And because of this we don’t know a lot of our history, or figures in the movement who could be asexual. We may never know beyond speculation. But I assure you we were there.
Since then our community keeps growing. Why? If y'all really knew your history you’d know why, and you’d know just how much this community has evolved just in the past TEN years. Even less. History isn’t static. Growth happens. Change happens. It is happening. That’s not a bad thing.
Anyway, why?
Because these groups that were looked over or lumped into others are finding each other when before it wasn’t really possible like it is today, with the internet helping us connect. Because even if things aren’t as bad, there’s issues and as a community we’re striving towards equality and getting rid of violence towards non straight sexualities. This community was founded for resistance. For sanctuary. For solidarity against violence that we faced every day.
And this opening up has grown the community and our movement. It’s provided more voices to speak and more information to spread. We’ve had gatekeeping throughout our history, and every time it’s proved detrimental. To all of us. Gatekeeping in our community was why and is why many trans activists have taken longer to be recognized. Why bisexuals are still EXTREMELY underrepresented in this movement’s history.
Anyway, that article? There’s another for the 21st century. And a few more quotes to make my point, because anyone who knows me can tell you how much I love my quotes. Examples make it a lot easier to get my thoughts together. Very useful…
You say we should get our own community? We have. It still gets invaded, and we haven’t even had it long. Again. We hadn’t been able to.
“The time the first asexual communities appeared was around the start of this century. As the very beginning, you could take the article called “My Life as a Human Amoeba” by Zoe O’Reilly, which was published in 1997. Over the years, the comment section of that article filled with comments of other asexuals, telling their life stories and connection with eachother over their shared asexual experiences for – as far as we know – the very first time.2 From that article and its comment section, we have an extraordinary development into a self-assured, worldwide community that’s present on multiple online platforms as well as offline meeting groups. We are hosting conferences, marching in pride parades and we have successfully lobbied for the depathologization of asexuality in the DSM, one of the leading psychiatric manuals.3
The way we think and talk about asexuality has changed as well. Our identity and the concepts that come with it didn’t plop out of thin air. We come from a place where we had little to no concepts or words to describe our experiences. Aces have done some large-scale worthsmithing and we have come up with new words so we can name our experiences. On top of that we have created a lively discourse to make sense of ourselves and our experiences.4″
I do have to let out a chuckle at that last sentence.
“Oh, but what if they’re heterosexual aros or heteroromantic aces??? I don’t want our oppressors in this community!”
Tough shit. For many of us we’re already sharing a community with our oppressors.
Black women put up with all kinds of shit from white women. Especially when it came to queer feminists.
Transgender have to share a space with us cis people when, again, they got walked repeatedly over.
(TERFs, I’m not dealing with your shit today. Also, has anyone else noticed how many ace exclusionists are TERFs, and how many nonTERF exclusionists get uncomfortable when this gets pointed out? Yeah. I have too. And it’s bullshit.)
I, a woman, have to share a space with dudes. I, disabled, have to share a space with the abled who I’ve lived quite a bit of my life being looked down on from.
Anyone remember that “A stands for Ally” fiasco? I do. People were wanting straight allies over us. The excuse?
“Well, you see, that’s ACTUALLY there for closeted individuals to be in the community without outing themselves. ╮(╯▽╰)╭”
Sure. Okay. Yeah. Here’s where I found that funny. Even if the A didn’t stand for Ally, they could still say they’re allies and, should they be going to pride or something, say they’re supporting a friend. Or, if it’s so delicate, not say anything to anyone if they feel unsafe. Because it’s likely a family that’s bigoted towards the community would hate them giving their support as well.
“Well…they’re questioning! ╮(╯▽╰)╭”
Great. The Q is for questioning and queer.
“They’re taking our resources! (*´>д
What resources are in such limited supplies that you have to worry about this shit???????
Asexuals aren’t harming you. The only reason they’re “in the spotlight” is because you stir up all this shit and put them there.
“But here’s some aces being homophobic and gross and they’re all horrible people who somehow support pedophilia!
Here’s links to MORE being cringy and acting like they’re better and pure and shit!
IF WE LET THEM IN EVERYONE WHO’S ~~QUIRKY~~ WILL WANT IN TOO! KINKS AND FURRIES AND PEDOPHILES!!!! ヽ(｀Д´)ﾉ”
What. Even. The fuck. And yes. I heard this. More than once.
Addressing this in chunks:
Okay. Don’t know where that pedophile thing comes from. At all. I don’t understand it, and I kinda am scared to. I might lose my last shred of faith in humanity. I THINK, since I’ve heard this much at least, it has something to do with that:
“We can’t talk to kids about asexuality because then we’d have to talk to them about SEX. With the others we can just talk about the romantic aspect, but oh my goodness. The kids will be so messed up!”
Am I the only one seeing the irony in this? First off. A lot of kids can feel sexual attraction by the age of eight. Most by the age of ten to eleven. I’m twenty and I’m still getting that “well, maybe you’re a late bloomer” shit. I’m TWENTY. Almost TWENTY-ONE. Shit. If I realized this wasn’t normal sooner…well. That would have been really nice.
Homophobic: Most of what I see here are young teens and preteens screwing up their wording and getting attacked. Or relying on misinformation, because they’re young. But really. Many of you are grown adults. Stop attacking kids who clearly misspoke or are ignorant. Shit. Most of us have been there. Getting death threats in your ask doesn’t help.
And not everyone is nice. Yeah. There’s gonna be some shitty ace people. Just like there’s transphobic community members. And biphobic. And so on and so on and so on. Because sucky people exist everywhere. What a concept.
And no. That’s not comparable to that “gay people can be heterophobic” shit. Please. Stop. Aces are not straight. Heterophobia does not exist. And straight pride month should not be a thing. Did I get that covered? Great.
Also, the asexual community has a high percentage of autistics, myself included. You know what one common thing is with autistics? We tend to have trouble getting across our meanings. If you all could just ask “Hey, is this what you really meant by this? If so that’s kinda messed up. If not, can you explain?” that’d take out a whole lotta drama. Cause then we can go “Actually, no. I meant X. Let me make that more clear. Thanks for pointing that out to me!”
So much easier. So. So much easier.
Most of the other offensive shit seems to stem from tweens in their cringe phase (really. Most of us were there. Stop sending hate mail to ignorant middle schoolers), parody blogs, or, *gasp*, other exclusionists making fake blogs to purposefully stir up trouble. Geez. The sheer amount of those blogs. Find better things to do, damn it.
Then again. These are the same people who flood the Ace tag with dozens of hate posts about how shitty we are and how the community doesn’t want us, and do that:
“Boo hoo. Aren’t I so discriminatory? We get killed, bitch. Stop you’re whining. SOME of us have more to worry about then claiming to get bullied on Tumblr. Stop being a snowflake.”
It really shouldn’t be that surprising at this point. And yes, that too is something that’s almost word for word of another post. Because the discourse is shitty.
Okay. You see, kinks aren’t a sexuality. Pedophilia isn’t a sexuality and phedos actively pray on children and children can’t give consent, so they’re fucked up. Furries…yeah. Why? What logic would lead you to believe letting in asexuals is a gateway for furries?
Please. Stop. I’m tired. This month is supposed to be about celebrating our history and the people who fought to bring us where we are. Just for one month can we stop being petty assholes to each other? Just one month? I mean. I’d LOVE to say forever, but I realize that’s just not realistic.
A few last notes to cover my ass and make my thoughts clear about the normal shit storms that usually follow these kinds of posts.
First off. If one more person starts whining about “having their identity” used as a tactic by inclusionists, I’m gonna lose it. It’s not a cheap tactic. Inclusionists come from all backgrounds you assholes.
I’m not harboring some inner biphobia for connecting events from one part of my identity to another. The trans women inclusionist isn’t transphobic for talking about it. The lesbian inclusionist isn’t a “traitor” for pointing out how ridiculous you’re being. Stop being assholes. It’s not just your identity. It’s the identity of people on both sides and you need to stop trying to shit on people. Yeah, I spoke about more than just bisexual. Because I’m not the only one saying this. In fact, most of those points I got from others. Who were trans, and pan, and lesbians. I got followers who talk about it. It’s not just me talking here and they need to be respected for the points they’ve made as well.
Two. If I hear anyone talking about that ridiculous “corrective rape is a lesbian term” you’re going to get a real history lesson on its origins. Because you’re 100% wrong and I’m tired of uninformed bullshit.
I’m tired of this shitty discourse. Aspecs are not hurting you. Aspecs are not hurting you. Aspecs are not hurting you. Inclusion does not harm the community. Inclusion does give resources to kids who could be in harmful situations.
For one month. Just take a break from being hateful assholes. One month. Just…just one freaking month.
Anyway. Happy pride.
To my lesbians. Your flag looks great. Sorry Tumblr staff forgot you guys. There also isn’t much on Google. Tried to find some variety. :(
To my gay bros. Remember the meaning your colors represent.
To all you pans. Keep being punny, and spread the love. You’re all great.
To my trans friends. Don’t let the TERFs get you down. Trans women are women. Trans men are men. You are not predators. You are not dangerous. You are fully yourself.
To my bi peeps. We’re amazing. You’re not “half straight” or “Half gay”. Doesn’t matter if you’re in a same or opposite sex relationship. You’re still full on bi. Don’t take shit.
To my aces. You’re not straight. You’re not broken. You’re not less. You are always welcome. Exclusionists on Tumblr do not represent the wider belief.
To my aros, I’m sorry people forget about you so much. And remember that there’s many different types of love. You’re not gross for not feeling romantic love. You’re not cold. You’re not predatory for those of you wanting sexual relationships without romance.
For those who are both aro and ace, you’re not devoid of emotion. You’re not subhuman. You’re individuals and love can be expressed in so many ways. If you’re in the grey area, that’s fine too.
I love all of you. I couldn’t really find much for nonbianary and genderfluid, but you all rock as well.
We are a community, and we need to hold each other up if we want to continue moving forward. Division hurts us all.
Also, for my friends who are also black, muslim, disabled, female, Native American, Hispanic and in other groups that are struggling with additional fear this year with all the shit going on. Keep your head up. Keep fighting.
Holy shit @shadowkat678, I officially dub this the most awesome and prideful pride 2017 post I’ve seen yet!! What an amazing and well written journey, thank you so much.
Everyone, please signal boost this far and wide!!
I just wanna add that as I was reading this I was literally chatting with OP and sending them my thoughts and opinions about nearly each paragraph. It was a serious emotional journey because I can identify with almost all of it. However, I don’t have it in me to repeat all those thoughts and I don’t think you all wanna read it anyway bc this is a long enough post as it is.
But as a phd student and criminologist (& cis, panromantic, demisexual), I would like to just provide a short-ish quote that explains fairly well how “generalized prejudice” works, and does in fact lead to aphobia:
Our findings are in keeping with Herek’s (2010) “differences as deficits” model of sexual orientation, where sexual minorities deviating from the norm are considered substandard and deserving of negativity by the majority. This model is gradually becoming less applicable to homosexuals and bisexuals with changes in societal norms (Herek, 2010), consistent with our findings that homosexuals (and in some cases bisexuals) were viewed as equally or more human than the heterosexual ingroup. However, we posit that asexuals fit well within the “differences as deficits” framework. Asexuals are the sexual minority that is most clearly considered “deficient” by heterosexuals. In keeping with this interpretation, themes relevant to maintaining the status quo and group dominance (RWA and SDO, respectively) proved consistently important in predicting antiasexual attitudes, whereas concerns with positive ingroup identity and religious fundamentalism were less uniquely important.
Although antiasexual bias is a clear component of sexual minority prejudice, it is also unique in that it was repeatedly stronger than bias toward other sexual minorities. Most disturbingly, asexuals are viewed as less human, especially lacking in terms of human nature. This confirms that sexual desire is considered a key component of human nature, and those lacking it are viewed as relatively deficient, less human, and disliked. It appears that asexuals do not “fit” the typical definition of human and as such are viewed as less human or even nonhuman, rendering them an extreme sexual orientation outgroup and very strong targets of bias. Future research can address the mechanisms underlying this tendency. [emphasis mine]
And while this study definitely has its problems (e.g., it compares asexuality & sapiosexuality and defines asexuality wrong, which i argue is more evidence of anti-ace bias bc society and those studying us can’t even get a handle on “what” we are…) it’s still important bc it shows us that there is in FACT a systematically enforced anti-ace bias. Bc if it wasn’t systemic it wouldn’t be an identifiable & measurable social pattern!!!
Plus, ppl willing to discriminate is literally a large part of how discrimination and oppression work. When people literally say how and why they would hypothetically discriminate against a whole category of “different” people, you need to take that clearly stated BIGOTRY seriously and stop talking down to & over us, and telling us to just shut up about it.
It was such a perfect day, not too warm but no longer as chilly as it had been the past few weeks. Niner lay happily sprawled out on the lawn, soaking up the warm spring sun. The door leading to the backyard opened and the greatest master and owner in the whole world came out of the house. It made the pet grin and scramble up out of the soft grass and crawl over happily.
Cw: gun violence, urination mentioned, panick, dehumanisation, pet type captivity, hunting, death, blood
He flinches hard as the trigger is pulled, the sound of the gun making his ears ring and his entire body shake. Somehow, he manages to pull himself together against the strength of his fear, and stay put.
He manages to control his bladder too, and he is so thankful, because a dog that is scared of guns cannot be a hound. If Stupid isn’t a hunting dog, then he is useless, and Sean has no use for useless things. He has made Stupid learn that lesson very well.
With the second shot, the prey falls down, and he runs, on all fours, towards the falling prey. He hops on top of it, keeping it down, no matter how much he hates this.
He used to cry, he doesn’t anymore. But he still can’t face it, the blood mixing in mud and grass, eyes that slowly dry out, the light disappearing as if the soul has been vanquished. Eyes he hunts at day and that haunt him at night.
Sean’s steps are much more steady, boots slamming through the wet dirt, shotgun lazily in hand as he blows away some smoke from his cigar.
He stop besides Stupid, caressing his hair with a sweetness that makes him drunk, helping dissolve the lump on his throat and on his chest.
“Good doggie” he smiles, touching the pray with the sole of his boot, smearing around some more blood.
He can’t find any words to thank him, so he barks and whines, like a dog should, and he believes that was a good choice, because he decides to put the cigar down on the floor, and not on Stupid skin.
“help me carry it, will yah?” Sean smiles, and Stupid tries to control his whimpering fear and just be good. Maybe if he does, he might get dinner today, and Sean seems in such a good mood!
No matter the blood, the dirty trail they leave on the ground, clumsily carrying the dead weight, the tears all falling down his cheeks, he must be a good dog.
Whumper is experiencing a stroke of bad luck in a card game, having lost all the money they brought in. They’re sure just one good hand will make up for their losses. To stay in the game, they add their Whumpee to the betting pool.
This is a crossover fanfic between my boy Galo and @whumping-every-day ’s character Mutt (and Trev, sort of)
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Galo wasn’t entirely sure of the series of events that had led him here. Auntie Maggie’s step-son from her first marriage had a friend who had a slave and the friend and his sister had gotten pulled away on an emergency and needed someone to watch after the slave while they were gone, and their usual dog sitter wasn’t “emotionally suitable.”
Galo’s cousin (was that the right word? They only barely counted as relatives) had moved away but had given the friend, Trev, Galo’s phone number and, admittedly, he was only a few hours’ drive away. Nyla could take care of them all for an evening, but the other guy, “Mutt,” was not so stable as all that, and Galo liked long car rides.
He liked having someone to commiserate with, too, for all that Trev and he seemed to operate on fundamentally different wavelengths. Someone who got the “holy shit walking on eggshells” thing. Also the “ah, I have a surprisingly evil dead relative” thing. Being that Trev was from across state lines, and that his state apparently had different safety constraints and standards of living for slaves, Trev had it worse than Galo. Sorry for that guy.
Well sorry for Mutt first and foremost. Absolutely sorry for Mutt FIRST and foremost.
I’m screaming about this, oh my gosh, the boys!!!! Galo is so good at this now, oml Also, ‘Kitten’ to disorient and distract? Perfection. Iconic. 1000/10 would recommend.This is so soft and I’m having emotions about it xDD @haro-whumpsThank you so much, this little crossover made my day :3
ALSO Imma tag the Trev/Pasha/Mutt Gang, bc everyone should see this! :3
This is a crossover fanfic between my boy Galo and @whumping-every-day ’s character Mutt (and Trev, sort of)
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Galo wasn’t entirely sure of the series of events that had led him here. Auntie Maggie’s step-son from her first marriage had a friend who had a slave and the friend and his sister had gotten pulled away on an emergency and needed someone to watch after the slave while they were gone, and their usual dog sitter wasn’t “emotionally suitable.”
Galo’s cousin (was that the right word? They only barely counted as relatives) had moved away but had given the friend, Trev, Galo’s phone number and, admittedly, he was only a few hours’ drive away. Nyla could take care of them all for an evening, but the other guy, “Mutt,” was not so stable as all that, and Galo liked long car rides.
He liked having someone to commiserate with, too, for all that Trev and he seemed to operate on fundamentally different wavelengths. Someone who got the “holy shit walking on eggshells” thing. Also the “ah, I have a surprisingly evil dead relative” thing. Being that Trev was from across state lines, and that his state apparently had different safety constraints and standards of living for slaves, Trev had it worse than Galo. Sorry for that guy.
Well sorry for Mutt first and foremost. Absolutely sorry for Mutt FIRST and foremost.
AAAAAASGSGSSGSHJSJSSKSKHHHHHH! TWO OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM TWO OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS!! ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I LOVE THE INTRO AND THE PUPPERS AND THE WAY GALO HANDLED MUTT AND CALLED HIM KITTEN AND LET THE PUPPERS ON THE COUCH!!!
So
Much
LOVE
BTW I didnt think Galo was creepy. Just as you said in the tags, he was meeting Mutt part way. He gave Mutt what he needed in the moment to feel safe.
