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Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

#ask game #surely I did this one a while ago #but I still like it #So yeah

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another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"

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More nsfw/noncon Whumper lines

Do NOT interact if you are under 18.

1. “You’re not in position. Do I need to invite some friends over to hold you down?”

2. “See, this is why all that ‘therapy’ you got was useless. You know your place. Right here, between my legs.”

3. “Caretaker? Your turn. Fuck it hard. And don’t think I haven’t seen you two go at it before. We both know exactly what it can handle. Fucking freak.”

4. “You do. You love me. And I’ll make you realize that if I have to. I don’t wanna hurt you, baby…don’t make me have to teach you what you are again.”

5. “Oh, the door’s locked, by the way. And besides, the only person who’s on the other side of that door wants to fuck you even more than I do.”

6. “Keep quiet, and I’ll leave your little friend there alone. I know you’re not a virgin, but they are, right? How horrible would it be for me to be their first time?”

7. “My assignment was to make you suffer…and it seems like you’re not suffering. So let’s try something else. Undress for me.”

8. “One more. One more fuck, and Caretaker goes free, mkay? I won’t even make them watch this time.”

9. “God, you’re desperate…you want me that bad, huh? Let me make you bleed a little before I reward you, then.”

10. “You’re right. I am horrible. I’m just as sick, disgusting, and evil as you say I am. And I love it.”

#tw noncon

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I love love love them so much. Your writing is incredible and Lourdes as a character is so fascinating and layers - but especially, the way you transport said character via your words and story weaving is simply fantastic.

I am so happy you decided to share this writing and their character with the world, and that I get to be a tiny part of it.

I really enjoyed every part of doing a little fanwork because it made me think about them and everything I love about them, and I am flattered to know you feel like I presented them well 💜

Can't wait to see their path unfold and am looking forward to all of this!!

BBU Community Days: fanwork

For my most beloved BBU OC, the least I can do is make a little moodboard for @bbu-on-the-side Fanwork day.

(pictures from unsplash)

Lourdes by @wildfaewhump

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BBU Community Days: fanwork

For my most beloved BBU OC, the least I can do is make a little moodboard for @bbu-on-the-side Fanwork day.

(pictures from unsplash)

Lourdes by @wildfaewhump

#bbu #bbu community #fanwork #Lourdes the romantic

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BBU Community Days | Day 12 | Archetypes

Masterpost | Rules

Transcript:

What's a standard element of BBU worldbuilding you love to come back to in your own writing, and that makes you happy to see in others'? What are potential spins to it? (Be it in the descriptions of WRU settings, character archetypes, tropes or dynamics?)

(And don't forget to @ this blog or use "#bbu community" to be reblogged)

#boost

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Laid out an article by @cowboy-anon written for @octopus-reactivated 's Pet Paper (which I love. Both the article and the magazine, I adore the whole idea of it). Original article available here.

@bbu-on-the-side

#bbu community #bbu

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🌸 for Angel

Comfort

(🌸 - something that calms them, from a comfort ask game I posted a long time ago --- thank you for the request, Ember!!)

Lourdes is @wildfaewhump s character, used with their permission. I consider it canon that after Angel starts her own life, they are house mates.

This is set right after Angel meets Tyler again in this piece.

Angel Masterpost

Content / warning: BBU recovery (setting only implied), aftermath of nightmare / unwanted sexual dream, recovery things, abuse survivors comforting each other. This is comf and friendship.

Her treacherous desire had gone; but the sickness, settled deep in Angel's stomach, had remained. And so she had stayed, too, long after she'd turned the water off, sitting on the tiled floor of their big shower - light pink tiles, pink, not white, the first thing she'd changed when she'd renovated the house.

Pink tiles, not white ones. Not as they'd been in her dream. Pink tiles, not the slightest pressure on her throat, the inside of her wrist soft and spotless except for the remains of the small circular burn scar.

"Fuck you, Handler Parker," she'd said to him, yesterday in the real world - and then again, in her dream. "Of course," he'd replied in her dream, "that's what you're for," and she'd been unable to remember, if she'd said "fuck me," instead, and when she'd tried to correct herself, her voice had been gone, her mouth moving without sound, and her body moving against her will, just as he'd taught her, just as she was made for, and he'd kissed her, and she'd kissed back, and when she finally woke up alone, her bed had been a sticky mess and her body had throbbed with helpless, disgusted need.

Fuck. Fuck you, Handler Parker. She buried her face in her hands, still feeling the need to hide her sobs, needing to be pliant and quiet and elegant. Fuck you, she thought again, Fuck -

"Angel?", a soft voice asked.

Angel flinched and looked up, back of her hand wiping away the tears, lips already curving into a pleasant smile. Sorry, she wanted to say, but no, no, no, she wasn't sorry. She didn't have to smile, she didn't have to be sorry, she was Angel, she was free, she was allowed to be sad and be ugly and cry on the floor of her own shower.

"Are you okay?" Lourdes was by her side, their movements silent and elegant, their hand gentle on Angels cold shoulder. Angel shivered.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Yeah, just, um. Bad dream. Or…" She sighed. "Too pleasant dream, too bad a man. Training stuff. Handler."

"Happens," Lourdes replied lightly. "Just use that pleasure for good and think of something better instead."

Angel waved her hand dismissively, allowing herself a soft laugh at her best friend's pragmatism. "Oh no. Too late. Had a very cold shower."

"Figured." Lourdes' hands ran over Angel's arms. "You're ice-cold. Here, take this." They reached for a towel and wrapped it around Angel's shoulders. "Aren't you meant to be the responsible one in the house?"

Angel grimaced and looked up at them. They looked breathtaking, as always, when they went out at night. Short black dress, a see-through-fabric that hid almost nothing of their shape, dark make up, tousled black hair falling over their shoulders. "Am I? What were you up to?"

Lourdes shrugged, raised their arms, and with the same languid motion stripped off their dress, kicking it aside. They didn't wear anything underneath. "I don't only dream of bad men. Gotta wash one off."

Angel tensed. "Did he-"

Lourdes shook their head, the tiniest twitch of the muscles in their jaw. "No. Just did what I was looking for." They nodded at the shower cabin. "You want to stay sitting there, or can I shower?"

It cost some effort, forcing the tense muscles in her legs to straighten, and stalk out of the shower to sit on the edge of the bathtub instead. "All yours."

Lourdes tilted their head and went in, turning the water to full heat.

Angel ran a hand through her wet hair, while she watched her friend's smooth motions under the shower, elegant as a dancer. "I don't understand how you can still do it," she mumbled.

"I don't understand how you can not, love." Lourdes pointed at the conditioner standing by the bath tub. "Could you-?"

Angel turned around to reach for the bottle and toss it over to them, grimacing as her cold muscles screamed.

"You feel like going to sleep?" It was a stupid question, way past midnight.

"Mhhh." Lourdes tilted their head and peeked at her around the corner of the glass cabin. "Pizza and a trashy movie?"

Angel felt a smile tug at her lips. She felt warmer, suddenly. "No romance." She paused. "And - sharing a blanket? I could use some warmth."

"Mh." Lourdes stepped out of the shower, their skin still steaming a little, as they gracefully stepped over and sat down next to Angel. The warmth radiating from them caressed her skin, even before they leaned in and their head rested against her shoulder. "Always, Angel."

#thought about them again #reblog for reread #bbu #now i feel so bad #for what we did to them later #they can be so wholesome #I love them together

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BBU Community Days | Day 9 | Handler / Owner

Masterpost | Rules

Transcript:

Talk about your current favorite BBU whumper

OCs - be it owners or handlers - (one of your own, one or more by someone else) with commentary on what makes them special to you!

Add links to their stories, if applicable.

(And don't forget to @ this blog or use "#bbu community" to be reblogged)

#boost

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BBU Community Days | Day 10 | In-BBU-Media

Masterpost | Rules

Transcript:

Create a piece of media that could exist within the

BBU - everything from twitter post to newspaper feature to ad transcript to WRU press release!

Pet lib call for action to desperate owner self help reddit thread. Go wild!

(And don't forget to @ this blog or use "#bbu community" to be reblogged)

#boost

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You know what? I don't give enough credit to comforting actions paired with violent ones. I'm not talking about after either, I mean soft touches while hurting whumpee

A knife in one hand and the other stroking whumpee's back

tying whumpee in an uncomfortable position and petting their hair

injecting a sedative/poison and singing a lullaby

putting a blade through whumpee while hugging them <3

a hand on their cheek and the other around their throat

#whump prompts #yesss

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Reminded of how much I love the dark display of trust when whumper gives whumpee a weapon. Either because whumper is confident whumpee is too scared of the consequences to turn the weapon on them, or better yet, is coming around to their side.

#yessss

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What did they fight the hardest not to lose? Were they in any way successful?

For Aaliyah?

- sara / @justplainwhump

Her memory! Mostly the memory of her mother, but her memory in general.

See, the reason WRU took her as a pet was because she got Tom out of there when he tried to escape and made it to her office instead, and this was before his memory was fully wiped (yeah... the handlers on duty with him utterly failed there). And they can't have her out there knowing kids are made into pets. But this means Aaliyah knows it's possible to escape before losing her memory. So she fights for as long as possible. And when it becomes clear she can't get the drip out, she hangs onto her memory for as long as possible.

Also, she made her mother a promise that she wouldn't be taken as a pet.

You already know how well that went (hint: not well at all) (she doesn't really remember anything).

#😭 #I didn't remember her backstory #this is heartbreaking #bbu

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BBU Community Days | Day 6 | Favorites

Masterpost | Rules

Transcript:

Talk about the writers, characters or stories that most inspired your BBU journey - and if possible include a "new" favorite that you discovered (or that has only been been written) after last year’s event!

(And don't forget to @ this blog or use "#bbu community" to be reblogged)

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BBU Community Days 2024: Prompts

Thought I'd make an ask game for today's prompt. Feel free to reblog and use! @bbu-on-the-side

In WRU Custody

What was the hardest moment of their first 48 hours in WRU's hands?

What did they fight the hardest not to lose? Were they in any way successful?

Talk about a moment they were defiant.

Talk about a moment they obeyed.

Handlers

Who was their first trainee? How did their approach differ then vs now?

What does your handler oc like to do for fun outside of work?

Are there any workplace tensions they have to deal with? How do they approach them?

Do they want or own any pets of their own?

Owners

What made your owner oc decide to get a pet?

What are some of their requirements or expectations for their pet(s)?

Does your owner oc interact with a lot of people who also own pets? Or are they the odd one out in their social circle in this regard?

If they could change one thing about their pet, what would it be?

Escape/Rescue/Aftermath

What was the first forbidden thing your boxie oc tried in freedom? Or, if they haven't yet, what would they try if they could?

Do they miss their owner?

Did they do anything to change their appearance after they were free?

What's something that's hard for them in freedom?

#reblog because I love them

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Rule one

Angel is given her owner's first rule.

Written for @bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days, day 3, "RULES". Angel's owner Thane is @angst-after-dark s OC.

Angel Masterpost | prev

Content / warnings: BBU, a bit of humiliation, reference to dubcon/noncon.

The days after the box passed by in a dreamy haze. She was happy, she thought. The pet that had been 238 finally had an owner - a purpose.

Her Sir was beautiful, sparkling eyes, wavy hair, full lips, and as much as his voice made her knees buckle, she could get lost in his sight as well, the image of his face accompanying her awake and in her dreams. The pet was finallt whole, completed, finished, as a pet could only ever be with her owner.

Sir had named her, right away. She wasn't a mere number any longer. She was more. She was his.

Angel.

She'd repeated the name, reverently, grateful for her owner's gift.

"Yes." He'd stared at her as she said it, and there'd been something else in his gaze. Something wild, dangerous, greedy. Something that made her shiver, in a new and different way. "Yes you are."

"Say it again," he'd commanded. "That's it, that's your first rule. Say it again for me. Say, 'My name is Angel, and I belong to you.'"

She'd said it for him, over and over, in love with the satisfaction in his eyes, and he'd grabbed her hair and fucked her over the back of the couch.

Everything was as it should be.

Right?

He was her owner, and that was right. He fucked her, he fed her, he gave her rules, he disciplined her. As he should.

And she loved him, as she should.

There was no rule about him loving her back.

He felt joy about her, surely, she could tell that, when he hurt her, when he fucked her, when he made her kneel, when he let her tell him how she was stupid and worthless and his.

But that joy didn't stem from love.

It came from hatred.

Angel's owner hated her.

She quietly cried about it, when she was alone; under the shower, or when she slept curled up on the floor, tied to his bed's footrest. She told herself it was to be pretty for him, because her tears would be ugly to him. She wouldn't tell herself that it was because of herself, that something deep in her stomach lurched at the gleam in his eyes when he saw her pain.

Was she a bad pet, because she took that chance from her owner?

Sometimes, she'd cry again, over that thought.

I am Angel, she whispered to herself then, as he had told her to say, and she let her fingers trace the mark over her heart that spelled his initials. Rule one, the first one, the most important one. I am Angel and I am stupid, and I belong to you.

#self reblog #next day reblog