#Adrastus oc
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i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened
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cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis
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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over.
“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands.
Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.
Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself.
Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.
Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.
He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.
He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms.
Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.
Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.
Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire.
Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.
Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod.
“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.
The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.
“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”
“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”
Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face.
“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.
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C. 297 BCE Red-Figure Neck Amphora: closeup depicting a young married couple named Kallias and Korythia
#there is deep oc lore embedded in this#its also self ship!#i am a time traveler btw#thats why i get so quiet sometimes LAWWWLLL#basically this is when callias is like…. 21-22#Adrastus would’ve been 4 and Aegle was 2……. babies#I think callias was telling me something about his day#i dont rlly remember its been 2321 years#my art#callias#korythia
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Working on the sequel to this beauty today, and I have some news! ✍️📚
The cover for Matsdotter and Adrastus is ready for lettering and I'm hoping to reveal it in the next couple weeks ! It is GORGEOUS, and I am so grateful to @foxglovefaun for bringing it to life. If you aren't following her yet, you really should be, her OC Ross is my beloved, that's all there is to it. ✨❤️🎨
Also, we have a full title, but I'll be saving that for the cover reveal. 😉
I do have some unfortunate news, but I've been doing a lot of thinking and decided to be kind to myself. I'm pushing the release date back one month, to January 2nd 2024. With that being said, I will be still using the original date of December 5th to send out ARCS.
In the past few months I've suffered a few bouts with depression along with other things, and it really set me back. I don't want to rush through this story, as I've done that before and regretted it. I always felt like I was falling behind, losing in a competition that doesn't really exist. But the indie author community, and the readers who read indie, are nothing but supportive, and understanding. We hold each other up, and recognize that we are in fact humans.
I want to provide the best story as possible, and I'm so excited. This is really a deep dive into Levena, and we're going to see different sides of the characters we know and love, meet new ones, and answer questions from the first book.
Thank you for being here, and for listening.
Enjoy your Sunday!
Phantom and Rook cover art by @crossroadart-seabear
#aelina isaacs#phantom and rook#matsdotter and adrastus#queer books#indie books#cozy fantasy#cosy fantasy#fantasy author#indie author#writeblr#writing fantasy#dark academia#author thoughts#trans author#jewish author#gay romance#gay books#writers on tumblr
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Our New Dawn Index and OCs.
Said in Linux:
Arc 1:
Vīlībāzma Lentor- Battle family.
Lēkia- brother
Ñuha vīlībāzmio lēkia- my battle brother
Dekuragon qrīdrughagon hen ñuha ñāmar- Step away from my aunt.
Nyke jaelagon muña iksin kesīr naejot rhaenagon zirȳ- I wish mother was here to meet them
Ñuha zaldrītsos- my little dragon
Arc 2:
Perzītsos: little flame.
Terms and Meanings:
Bonded: A tie made before the life of a Lussios and Cybertronian. Usually seen in pairs of two but a trio of three Bonded is extremely rare. The type of relationship of this bond may vary but it mostly is familial or friends. This bond lasts so long as both Bonded are living. But can be broken from the death of either Bonded or if both agree to break the tie for whatever reason.
Siphon crystal: A type of jewel typically found on Cybertron in large vein deposits. This is how the Lussios channel and use their magick and Bloodlines for easily. A Lussios should have five, but because their crystals are used by the high caste for decoration or their own jewelry.
Turve: A Lussios bloodline that is associated with organic materials. Like metal, vines, and such others.
*more to be added as chapters are made!*
Characters:
Owned by Error [@lets-try-some-writing ]
Error: Minicon Recorder
Optronix: An Iaconian Officer and Spark twin to Orion Pax. [Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's AU The Swap.]
Delirium: A Minicon medic who serves Sentinel Prime.
Hotwire: A medic in lower Kaon. Bonded to Vangelis-Aislinn.
Vangelis-Aislinn: A Lussios Bonded to Hotwire. Mate to Dhara-Tanith.
Codebreaker: A Minicon Recorder. Brother to Error.
Remix: A Minicon Recorder. Sister to Error and Codebreaker.
Owned by Elentiya [@tsyal-elentiya ]
Tsyal'teria Elentiya: A Vexus Lussios dragon. Bonded to Orion Pax and D-16/ Megatronus
Roarke-Marci: A Neptis Peacock Lussios. Mate to Tsyal'teria Elentiya. Bonded to Knockout.
Ignatius: A Lumes Phoenix Lussios. Father to Tsyal'teria. Bonded to Starscream.
Reverie-Rayne: An Arkan Sparrow Lussios. Healer. Bonded to Ratchet.
Dhara-Tanith: A Naga Lussios whom is mated to Vangelis-Aislinn and Bonded to Moonburst.
Moonburst: A Supervisor femme within the Kaoni mines. Bonded to Dhara-Tanith.
(Mentioned)
Ryu’Dafia: Creator of the Lussios. Made the first Bonded pairs, alongside the first 12 Lussios. Is Bonded to Primus.
Kai’Keres: Sister of Ryu’Dafia. Bonded to Unicron.
(Will be explored later)
Adrastus-Delroy: A female Lussios dragon before Tsyal’teria was born.
Ruhn-Hedwyn: A male Lussios dragon before Tsyal’teria was born.
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Alex doodle. She keeps refusing help from Adrastus, an extremely rich and mysterious man who truly wants to help and somehow always ends up showing up with his goons whenever she messes up a hit.
#mine#my art#oc#alex#as soon as my friend draws out what adrastus looks like i will be making them fight! yes!!!
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Fate OC: Adrastus info
Class: Rider
Alignment: Lawful good(?)
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Magical energy: C
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: B
Bio: Adrastus was once the king of the Greek city of Argos. He is most well-known for his participation in the war called the “Seven Against Thebes,” in which he and seven other heroes went to war against the city of Thebes. Adrastus was the only member of his party to survive the attack: a fact which many claim was only possible thanks to his legendary mount.
As a Servant, Adrastus’s primary weapon is a spear, whose tip is decorated to vaguely resemble a white dove. Adrastus himself is an average fighter at best, but his true power comes to light when he summons forth his true Noble Phantasm: Arion, the divine steed bred by the Greek Gods themselves. This fabled horse possesses unrivaled speed, able to outrun the wind itself, or so some believe.
Adrastus wishes to use the Grail to undo the death his son, Aegialeus, who fell in the War of Epigoni. In life, Adrastus perished out of grief for his son’s death, and now wishes to either resurrect Aegialeus, or rewrite the outcome of the battle entirely, if that is what it takes...
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Adrastus Servant Profile (fan made)
Wanted to remake an old Servant OC, so I decided to post him here.
Servant Name: Adrastus
Class: Rider
Alignment: Neutral Good
Strength: C+
Endurance: C
Agility: A+~EX
Magical energy: B
Luck: A
Noble Phantasms:
Arion, Swift Wind That Evades Animosity
Adrastus’s sacred “steed,” a being of wind created by the Greek Gods. As a Noble Phantasm, it manifests as a torrent of air encircling Adrastus’s armor, whose primary function is to keep him from harm. Passively, it an evasive Noble Phantasm that reacts to aggression and guides Adrastus’s movements to evade enemy attacks before he himself normally would; as a continuously-active Noble Phantasm, however, it requires a great deal of mana to function properly. When Arion’s True Name is spoken, the wind instead takes the form of a mighty steed that permits its rider to move at even greater speeds, at the cost of reduced accuracy.
Seven Against Thebes, Heroes Who March Against Prophecy
A Noble Phantasm embodying the seven heroes Adrastus assembled to help Polynices retake the throne of Thebes. Though Adrastus alone survived the siege, he may still call upon any of his generals to aid him in battle at any time: Tydeus, Capaneus, Eteoclus, Hippomedon, Parthenopaeus, Amphiaraus, and Polyneices. Each warrior acts as a lesser Heroic Spirit in their own right, though due to the prophecy foretelling their inevitable failure, each is cursed to be inevitably be slain whenever Adrastus should call upon them.
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Adrastus, my foray into a WoL OC. Leveling him up without boosts to go through the story again (mostly ARR, don’t remember a lot of the details) with @journeybetweenworlds ‘s S’aki together. Just waiting on her to catch up today to Sastasha and we’ll be doing them together!! I’m really excited for it and I think it will be a lot of fun to level them together and plot about how they interact.
#ff14 screenshots#miqote#here's something nobody asked for#catboy#hope you like him#he's kind of an asshole#still tries to Do The Right Thing though#adrastus
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Everyone go see my friend @giant-spider-boyfriend and check out his commissions! He’s in a bit of a rough patch and just for 25 u can get a whole clean black and white sketch with two whole ass boys. It would honestly really help him out a bunch, especially since he’s unemployed rn and on disability.
Here’s my oc, Adrastus, as drawn by my mans
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Real quick thing:
My top ten ocs that I love to death (my beautiful babies):
1. Phones (Phoneheadau)
2. Sinclair (Hidden In the Sandau)
3. Mortimer (Devil Shenanigans os)
4. 18 (Pure Imagination os)
5. Stella (Devil Shenanigans os)
6. Giuseppe (Creator and the Green Violin os)
7. Morose (Wanderersau)
8. Adrastus (Civilized Endermen au)
9. M4R5H411 (Electric Mind os)
10. Adolfo (Dreams au)
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can I request what you think your previous prompt about the thralled whumpee and whumper would be like in day to day life? definitely picking up Lima syndrome vibes. i’d even wager a bet and say that whumper probably dresses whumpee in beautiful expensive clothes, and finds it adorable how spacey and easily entertained they are. the whumper does care deeply for them in a messed up kind of way afterall.
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cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, intimate whumper, hypnosis, pet whump
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“Oh my goodness!” A delighted gasp rang out, prior to a shrill squeal. “This one is most definitely my favorite! You just look your absolute cutest!” The vampire exclaimed joyously, captivated by the sight in front of them.
They took a step back, admiring their handiwork with love stricken eyes and a giddy smile. Biting their lip excitedly, they curled their hands together. “My delicious little thing.” They cooed.
The vampire pinched the human’s pudgy cheeks, mushing his face between fingers like putty. Malak barely even recognized the touch, his head too much of a sticky pool of pleasure. The only sensation his body registered was the far too bright flash of a camera in his face.
Adrastus had left on a shopping spree that evening, returning to the mansion with an unimaginable amount of frilly, extravagant gowns for their pet. For what could’ve been hours, they had been adorning Malak with each outfit, and obsessing over his appearance.
With each new article, Adrastus made it a point to flash as many pictures for their endless collection as possible, determined to capture the moment.
They allowed their camera to settle around their neck, instead using two hands to lift Malak by the armpits. The human’s head lolled as his limp body was hauled from the comfort of the padded arm chair, a slight groan escaping his lips from the harsh movement.
The weight of Malak’s sluggish, large figure was no issue for the strength of a vampire, especially one as powerful as Adrastus, even if they appeared skinny and frail.
“Oh, forgive me, darling. I just need a better look at my precious little pumpkin.” For a moment, they simply studied Malak with doting eyes, before resting the drowsy man against their bony shoulder. One hand lie on his back, as to prevent them from slipping to the floor, while the other sifted through his freshly cut hair.
After a period of tenderly holding the large man, Adrastus gently lay him down on their plush bed. Malak sank into the rich fabric, leaning into the satisfying tickle of a blanket against his skin.
“So docile tonight, aren’t you? So dozy.” Towering over Malak, they contently grinned down at the man. “I have just the gift for you.”
In the blink of an eye they disappeared from the thrall’s vision, only to return a moment later with a small contraption in hand.
“I just had to get this for you. I knew your empty little head would just adore it.” Adrastus flopped onto their stomach, adjacent to Malak, after placing the object between them. After a short second, dull light cascaded over the dimly lit room, carefully transitioning from color to color.
They watched in charmed fascination as Malak shifted their head to gaze over the ceiling with foggy eyes. He ogled in cloudy allure at the patterns projected above him, a distant smile forming on his lips.
Adrastus sighed pleasantly. The two rested in individual serenity, the sound of silence filling the atmosphere.
In a daze of mindless enchantment, Malak drifted into the delicate graze of fingers on his neck. Distantly, he recognized the sensation of limbs intertwining with his own.
“Look at all those pretty lights, darling. The way they twist and turn over each other, so captivating.” They whispered into his ear, curling into the warmth of their thrall’s body. “Absolutely beautiful, aren’t they? Just utterly engrossing, filling up the space inside your head.”
Malak felt himself getting caught in the swirling glow above him. “So riveting, so enthralling, that all else just melts away. Master will keep you safe as you lose yourself in the sight.” The rippling visuals blossomed a blissful warmth in his chest, seeping into his frame.
Hot breath beat against the skin of his neck, forcing him to subconsciously crane his neck to open the space.
Even under such a heavy spell, he couldn’t help but expell a strained mewl over the pierce of two aching pricks in the tender flesh of his neck.
Soon though, the wash of overwhelming pleasure was far too strong to mull over it for more than an instant.
As the blood drained from Malak’s system, it was almost as if his mind drained as well. His head throbbed slightly, and soon the pull of unconsciousness krept upon him. Before his head became too light, sharp fangs released from his flesh, replaced by supple kisses to the puncture.
“My apologies, sweetie pie.” Adrastus cupped his face, forcing him to break from his trance and meet eyes with the vampire. “I lost control of myself a bit, there. You’re just too cute to resist the calling of an extra meal.”
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Adrastus’ summer outfit
(His birthday is tomorrow and i’m excited!!)
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We Only Have Each Other
-Pet whump, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers and whumpees, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity
Art-
Sketches of the Characters Adrastus art Tied up Darius doodle Malak doodle Pre-story Nevan and Gen doodle
Dari and Ad maid dress doodle Malak expressions Colored Nevan & Malak
Character voice claims!
Character Picrews
List is organized in chronological order, numbers indicate writing order!
Early Malak Captivity-
Kidnapping (#9)
Escape (#21)
Straight Jacket (#5)
Understanding (#19)
Breaking Point (#20)
Disoriented (#1)
Early Nevan Captivity-
Taking (#16)
First Bite (#23)
Spill (#14)
Sneeze (#3)
Separate Captivity-
Wake Up Call (#32)
Makeover (#13)
Playdate (#4)
Dress Up (#2)
Foot rest (#8)
Movie night (#6)
Official (#30)
Punishment (#7)
Amara (#12)
Neglected (#18)
Good Boy (#27)
Joint Captivity-
Documentary (#10)
The Ring (#24)
Small Talk (#28)
If Only (#15)
Sickly (#22)
Wanting (#25)
Familiar Feeling (#17)
Reflection (#26)
Post Captivity-
So Long (#29)
The Hunters (#31)
Bad Days (#11)
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Drabbles & Extras-
Adrastus hypnotizes Darius 1
Adrastus hypnotizes Darius 2
Valentine’s Day Snippet
Swap AU snippet
Adrastus’ Timely Trance
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vampire whumper puts whumpee in a strightjacket. But they're now so enthralled. That the straight jacket feel like a hug from them. so they fall asleep
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Loved this, dunno if I did it justice but it was definitely enjoyable to imagine!!
Anyways I need sleep
Taglist- @softvampirewhump
cw: hypnosis, restraints
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“Get-! Get offa’ me! Let me go!” Malak thrashed against the restraints, while desperately trying to shake off the vampire’s grip on his limbs.
Adrastus sighed disappointedly, shaking their head. “You are in no spot to make such demands after the stunt you just pulled.” They made the last of the adjustments to Malak’s newest punishment, a difficult task when he refused to calm himself. “So, so naughty. This is what happens when you try running from Master.”
Malak wrestled with the confines of his straight jacket prison, to no avail. Adrastus looked him over, a saddened expression plastered across their face. “Maybe you’ll finally learn from your mistakes. I can’t believe you would do such a thing.” They stroked a finger down their captive’s cheek, which he quickly rejected.
They sighed. “I’ve treated you so well, and all I’ve gotten in return is malice. All the love I’ve shown you, and this is what I get? Bad boy.” They wagged their finger in front of his face, which only flushed with a mix of anger, anxiety and embarrassment. “I do suppose it’ll all be over soon, though, once you’ve finally succumbed to your fate of being an eager little pet.”
“I’m not- I’m not your fucking pet! Let! Me! Go!” He wailed, still jerking about on the floor.
Adrastus just laughed, a hint of anger present themself. “How foolish you are,” they pushed to their feet with a grunt. “I’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done. Bye bye, my dear.”
Malak followed them with darting eyes as they sauntered to the door, before exiting with a condescending grin. “Take this off me! Let-! I need-! Please!” The vampire either didn’t hear him, or simply didn’t care.
He slumped against the wall behind him with a huff, his sweat tainted hair sticking to the plaster. Malak took in ragged breaths, worn from his short lived escape attempt and countless shrieks.
A concoction of both fear and fury bubbled in his stomach, exiting through several more enraged hollers. “Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Each repetition scratched at his throat, running it red and raw.
His vision started blurring with salty moisture as he shouted, his head swaying along. “F- f- fuck, fuck you!” Ignoring better judgement he continued his tirade, disorder scattering his thoughts.
With each following word, his tongue grew heavy, his voice like a slurry weighing it down. “Fuck, um, let… um, let me… um…” In an instant his eyes grew glassy, and his brain confusingly slow.
With his thoughts so distant, his voice died right in his throat. Why was he yelling again? Good boys weren’t supposed to yell, Master said so.
“Ah-!” Malak jumped as his muscles convulsed, sending the back of his head bashing into the wall behind him. Lurching in pain, his eyes grew wide and alive, his psyche returning in a rush of cognition. With a strung out groan, he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. A stray tear dribbled to his chin.
It was happening more and more often. Moments where he was pulled from reality, his perception twisted and molded by the second, succumbing to countless nights of patient conditioning. Forcing him to think and believe things the vampire wanted him too. As horrified as he was to admit it, Adrastus’ modifications were definitely working in their favor.
And it all happened so fast, his mind buckled so quickly it was difficult to stop. If Malak didn’t escape soon, he’d be like that forever.
Stupid and eager to please, confused with a cotton filled head. Obedient and docile, malleable and… compliant.
Dutiful… and trained.
Warm and loved and cherished.
He shook and writhed, pounding his head and restrained limbs upon the hardwood floor. “Get out of my head!” He shrieked, wriggling and flailing.
With each tug and fight on the fabric restraining him, it almost felt as if the jacket was growing tighter. Almost like arms wrapping him in a warm, tender hug.
A strange sound of guttural fear and anger escaped his lips at the thought, as he began rolling and fighting with less and less spirit. With each thrust of his limbs a silver chain holding his legs rattled and skid across the wood. Gathering all of the strength he had, Malak beat his flesh against the solid flooring, agony searing into his bones.
Again, again, again, until he physically couldn’t anymore. He collapsed in a pile of anguish, choking back livid sobs and fat tears.
Why him? What had he ever done to deserve being plucked from his home by a blood sucking monster? One so adamant on turning his brain to mush?
The snug embrace that enveloped him was his tired body’s only comfort in the moment, cuddling him genially. Malak nuzzled into it, clawing for the slightest of consolement.
He allowed the easement to take advantage of him, desperate for any sort of solace. Carefully, his breaths evened and relaxed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he swallowed his dismay. His lip quivered ever so slightly, while his eyelids grew heavy.
Would it… be so bad to give in?
The thought snuck in, but this time He didn’t shake it away.
Just this once? Everything hurt, he was so exhausted and weary, and the jacket was almost like a pillowy blanket. Why should he deny himself the cozyness and only make himself feel worse?
Just this once. He could fight back again tomorrow, couldn’t he?
Content with his sound reasoning, Malak allowed his lids to flutter to a close. After such an intense struggle the embrace was so heavenly to give in to, and he couldn’t help but smile, just a bit.
#asks :)#my writing#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#mind control whump#hypnosis whump#vampire whumper#hypnosis#conditioning whump#conditioned whumpee#Malak oc#Adrastus oc#we only have each other
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What would happen if the Sleepy Thrall got sick and needed medical attention?
-- @oliversrarebooks
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So here’s like. My fifth? writing post of the past week… I’m just on the writing grind :3
cw: sickfic, pet whump, multiple whumpers & whumpees, vampire whumpers, captivity hypnotised/brainwashed whumpees
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“Mal…ak?”
Nevan delicately poked his head inside the dimly lit room, the tall, wooden door creaking along.
His vision took a moment to settle into the darkness as he looked toward the thrall’s shared mattress placed beside the vampire’s luxurious bed, fully expecting Malak to be seated atop it.
Strangely, he was not.
“Malak?” Nevan called again softly, turning around the room until his gaze landed on the corner farthest from said mattress.
Huddled up to the wall, curled into a tight ball of his large frame Malak sniveled, nose dribbling with snot and eyes rung sickly red. He rubbed his face with his palms, shielding his vision from bright light sneaking in from the open door. “Oh.”
Nevan carefully stepped inside, shutting the door slowly behind him until it clicked. Arms outstretched in front of him he knelt before the ill thrall. “Malak..? Are you… alright?” He questioned, voice low and gravely, trying purposely to not make enough noise that may elicit or increase a headache.
“Um…” Malak started, peeking the tiniest bit out from his legs. His eyes were wide and shaky, body trembling. “Head… feels weeeird… don’t like.” He mumbled quietly, brows furrowing in muddled confusion. “‘M sorry…”
Nevan placed a hand to his knee, rubbing lightly over his skin with a soft thumb. “It’s fine. Yes… you… you should get back in bed…” he urged, guiding Malak's gaze to the tussled mattress he had wandered out of.
“Nngh…! Noooo… no bed, please…” Malak whined, pushing his frame further into the wall behind him. At least, as much farther as he could, already shoved deep against it.
Nevan sighed. “You… you like it here?”
Malak only nodded weakly in response, his head swaying just the slightest bit from dizziness. Nevan lifted a thermometer between two fingers. “Okay… uh, can… Master Darius told me to take your temperature… again… can, can I?”
For a beat Malak considered allowing him to do so, before giving another slight nod of approval. “Umm… shh… sure…”
“Thank you. Say ah.”
The other man obliged, welcoming the thermometer under his outstretched tongue and accepting it by the grip of his lips. The two waited in silence, Nevan still brushing the other man’s skin as a means of comfort.
“Mm… one oh one.” Nevan read the numbers, disapprovingly.
“I’m sorry… sorryyyy… sorry…” Malak slumped back once again, head lolling onto his buckled shoulders. “Head weird… Nevan.” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight.
Nevan wanted to help him, he really did. He didn’t remember ever having been sick himself, but from the look of how hard it hit Malak, he could almost understand exactly how gross he felt. “No… I’m… I’m sorry.” How could he possibly help? How disgustingly useless.
Malak clawed feebly at his own skin and flesh, wriggling and fidgeting restlessly in his spot and portraying his own agony. “Don’t… don’t, ummm, like it… bad. Bad.” He whined, gratingly, the sound scratching against Nevan’s eardrums.
“Well… you’re, you’re talking a lot. That’s nice.”
“Feels weird… bad…”
Nevan frowned. “Well Master had to, to make you more… awake ‘n stuff so we can help you. That’s good… right?”
Adrastus had been practically forced to ease up on Malak’s enthrallment due to his ill state, him having been doing overall far worse with it as intense as normal. Plus, they required him to be able to communicate his pain in order to aid in his recovery. It was a condition he was, as expected, still adjusting to.
“Good… goood…” Malak mimicked. Nevan grinned, just a little bit from hearing the other man still utilizing one of his common habits even when dreadfully sick.
Before Nevan could open his lips to speak again, the door was nuged open so Adrastus could enter. Their arms were full with further bedding, elegantly lush pillows and blankets gathered for their favorite thrall. “Oh, dear, I’m back.” They bumbled in, heading straight to the thrall’s bed before they took notice of its absence of a body.
The pair followed as their face flipped to further distress in a flash, searching quick for their thrall, before landing on the two. “Nevan!” They exclaimed, recoiling an inch backwards. “You mustn’t be in here, get, get! You might catch it! I know how much you care about your little friend, but we just can’t risk you getting sick as well.”
Adrastus slipped between the thralls as Nevan stood to his feet, heading to leave as the vampire had instructed, but was held back by Malak gripping the bottom of his dress with a deadly grip.
“Goodness, how are you doing, baby? Tell me how you feel. What do you need? I can get you anything.” The vampire fussed, tucking their thrall’s sweat coated curls behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes.
Malak mewled, the edge of his words shaky and cracked as the urge to cry was swelling. “Bad… ickyyy…”
“Yes, love, I know, I know. What’s bad?” They pressed, urgently and needily.
He thought for a moment, processing their wants and questions, scouring for an acceptable answer. “Mmmngh… head… my, mmn, nose…”
“Alright, what can I get you? Umm… medicine? I’ll see if we have any more blankets? Please, baby, I’ll get you anything.” Their tone was growing ever so more distressed by the second, desperate for a solution as they nodded along with his soft but pained mumbles. The edge of their words was tainted with what almost seemed like fear.
Nevan watched their conversation unfold, stomach churning with sick and worry filled unease. He’d never seen Adrastus less than elegantly put together, never without their dignified, strict composure. The sight of them carefully trying to keep up their facade rattled anxiety in his bones.
“Want… want…” Malak gazed gently upward, meeting the other thrall with cloudy eyes that mirrored the still hazy fog of his mind. “Nevaaannnn… Nevaaaannn…!” He continued tugging at the dress flowing from Nevan’s waist, jerking him harder and harder as Nevan struggled against the much stronger man.
“No, no. No Nevan.” Their tone was devoid of anger, rather spewing with urgency. “Nevan. Leave.”
“Nooo! Nevaaann…! Need!”
His head was spinning, being called every which way. He didn’t know what to do, who’s orders to follow. His face was tainted with the scald of flattery, poorly hiding his excitement of someone, especially Malak, expressing a need of him. Him. Though, he knew such defiance was not acceptable.
“No, sweet, Master is right here. Nevan can’t help you, but master can. You could get Nevan sick.” Adrastus corrected with a strained smile, trying their very best to remain calm. “And, you like master more, don’t you? Master’s right here.”
Malak whined again, looking nearly dejected, making Nevan’s heart only hurt further with vigorous compassion. “Sorry… sorry… need, ummm, Nev… annn…”
“No! You are sick! You’re going to get him sick!” Their voice continued rising with stinging heat, shouting at their own thrall while still in a short vicinity. They had dropped any and all lingering peace in their mind, and Nevan jumped back, cowering weakly.
They never yelled at Malak. Never. Both thralls were understandably stuck in place with surprise, salty tears instinctively welling in Malak’s eyes. Nevan wished he could’ve done something, anything, but Adrastus' burning stare was well enough to keep him frozen in place.
“‘M sorry… sorry-”
“Ad, it’s okay, it’s just a fever.” Darius piped up from the back, soft and calm yet unexpected. The three huddled together whipped around to face him, Adrastus’ expression boiling with flushed anger and embarrassment. “He’ll probably get it anyway and they’ll both be fine.”
The other vampire shook their head frantically, a sight that only put Nevan more on edge. “No! N- no, he, he can’t get sick! We can’t let him get sick,
Hester can’t be sick.”
The air flipped the switch to silence, save for their quick and exhausted breaths. Nevan stared dumbly, all he really could do paralyzed by fear. He’d learned full well what happened when a vampire was upset.
Nevan had… never heard such a name before. Of course, not that he could recall, but still. It was sudden, and even Adrastus appeared disturbed that they had let it slip.
“Dear,” Darius interrupted, his voice eerily soothing and kind. He’d never spoken that way. At least not to Nevan, which wasn’t at all surprising. “You need to step away.”
“No, no, I-”
“Ad.” Their lips zipped to a close. “I need you to take a minute.” He looked to his own thrall, who shrunk back with festering fear. “Nevan, take them to the kitchen.”
Malak erupted, moaning in aching agony. “Nooo! Noooo… I need Master! Need… Nevan…”
Adrastus instinctively curled their hands over that of Malak’s, gaze full of unbridled abd desperate saccharine. “But- but what about-”
“Malak will be fine. I’ll stay with him.”
“But, the doctor-”
“Baby, the doctor said the same. He just needs rest and the meds she gave us.”
“Masterrr…!” Malak called again, his words cut apart by thick whimpers and snivels. The sound of his suffering carved deep marks in Nevan’s ears, and even more so Adrastus’.
“But…” they paused, begrudgingly stepping back from their upset thrall. Nevan looked to the other man with sorry eyes as Malak’s face twisted in disappointment as the two headed to leave. “Can I come back…?”
“Of course, Ad. I just need you to calm down, okay?” Darius placed a hand on each shoulder, tenderly guiding them to the door before Malak could continue his outbursts and convince them to stay. “You can take a couple sips from Nevan if you would like.”
“O- okay. Okay. But I’ll be right back to your side, baby. I’ll make sure Nevan is all nice and, and safe and away from any diseases.”
Nevan gave one last small wave to his friend before leaving, Adrastus gripping and squeezing his forearm, biting their lip with unusual nervousness. He tried not to pay too much attention to it. “Thank you, master.”
Though, as the two walked out to the kitchen and he kneeled beside his master, neck craned to show off his throat, even with his brain dazing out from their strong aura, he couldn’t help but dwell on the name they’d previously let slip instead of his.
Just who was Hester?
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After that last ask I really want to know how Adrastus first captured Malak!
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I’m going to admit I’m not super happy with this and I’ve been very self conscious about my writing lately, (plus my anxiety is sucking the life outta me right now) so there’s a chance I’ll rewrite this, but I’m gonna post it anyway :/
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“Stay still for me, won’t you darling?.” A honeydew, nearly recognizable voice purred inside Malak’s ear, hot breath steaming against his skin.
Icy cold, slithering limbs of flesh wrapped around his thick neck in the blink of an eye, effectively hugging him in a threatening embrace. He allowed the fresh bite of bread and other assortments to rest upon his tongue over his slack jaw.
Someone, whoever they were, hugged him harder, and rested their head to the side of his own. They stroked their head up and down against Malak’s curls, similar to an affectionate kitten, strings of their hair tickling his neck.
Malak tried to speak. He tried to yell, to run, to push them off, to something, and yet his body refused to follow the instructions. He was unable to do much besides stare at the blurring lamps and street, eyes wide and hands trembling.
“So still for me, dear, so good and still. Such a good boy.” They cooed, nearly a sensual whisper, cuddling suffocatingly close.
Malak could distantly place the speaker, like he had recognized them vaguely, yet he was so preoccupied with the enveloping sense of danger he didn’t dwell on it.
Adrastus’ hands grow closer, softly caressing and massaging Malak’s pudgy cheeks with their thin, almost calming fingers. “Master’s here now, my sweet! I hope you’re just as excited as I am.”
Malak’s mouth hung open, his eyes coated over with fear, as his body continued to work against his own wishes. “Ah- Ah a..!” Muffled pleas were all he could manage, his mouth seemingly stuck in the position the attacker had caught him in.
“Oh dear, calm yourself, it’s only me. I guess I must’ve taken you by surprise, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to claim you! Who knows what other vampire may have come along and stolen you from me.” They chirped, his curls twirling against their cheek that rubbed at his scalp.
To their displeasure, Malak continued his half succeeding protests.
A dainty finger slipped to his lips, silencing him with an accompanying command. “Hush, pumpkin. You’re okay, there's no need to worry. Everything’s alright now that I’m here. Everything is just fine, baby.” They soothed, continuing their gratifying circular motions over his skin, all the way to his previously tense temples. “Tell me you know there’s no need to worry.”
There was reason to worry. Overwhelmingly, terrifying reason to worry, but those thoughts didn’t stop the urge to obey the vampire’s will. “Th- there’s no, um… no… no worry…” he trailed, any fear he held dying right in his throat.
A sense of mind numbing calm washed over Malak, glazing his eyes in powerful hypnotic content. They were right. Weren’t they? Why was he struggling, again? His mind was so heavy and fuzzy, he couldn’t seem to remember- not like it mattered.
With each rhythm of their pacifying touch, Malak began to notice himself relaxing into the dense bench, his muscles easing. Before he knew it his thoughts were dissipating, brain thawing and growing barren in favor of the stranger’s oddly comforting speech.
They must’ve sensed- or been well aware of- his guard carefully liquifying under their presence. “That’s right, darling, just relax. Relaxing just feels delightful, doesn’t it? Just relax all calm and nicely, and focus on Master’s pleasant voice that drains your little head dry of all those pesky thoughts.”
Weirdly, it was nice. When they’d mentioned stealing his thoughts out from under him, he could’ve sworn there was a strike of anxiousness in his belly, but now there was no trace of it.
Adrastus’ wonderful touch was casting an overwhelmingly pleasurable, dreamlike spell down his body, quieting his mind with well practiced ease, of which he welcomed with a drowsy smile.
“You’re doing wonderful darling, just like I knew you would. Such a good, splendid boy you are. Doesn’t it feel magnificent to listen to Master? To be such a good, obedient, perfect little pet?”
Malak really couldn’t deny the joy of being called such a thing, and not just because his melting mind wouldn’t have had the strength to do so even if he wanted to. It did feel good, heavenly even. He’d be inclined to behave even better if they continued to give him such blissful sensations.
“Mm… nice…” Malak mumbled, agreeing wholeheartedly, his words a slurring sludge dripping from his full lips. He snuggled into their deep touch, their fingertips burrowing into his flesh. “Obedient… for… for Master…”
To his cloudy dismay, Adrastus’ arms slipped away in a flustered manner. Malak whimpered almost instantaneously over the slight dispersal of the pleasure, the vampire’s hold loosening just a moment as their attention wavered. His head lolled to the back without their immense strength holding him in place, his eyelids drowsily inching closer to a close.
“Oh, you’re even cuter than I imagined, I can’t take it!” Adrastus blushed, excitedly holding their face in their hands. “I can’t wait to take my little darling home and kiss and cuddle and hold you in my arms until I just can’t!”
Malak would like that. He’d like that very much. Whoever this was, he wouldn’t complain if they wanted to snuggle him for the rest of his life if it would feel like this. Really he couldn’t think of anything that sounded better.
But honestly, he couldn’t think of anything else at all.
Adrastus continued gushing, and Malak drooled over every next idea they came up with. The toys, the pets, the food, the praises? He couldn’t help but yearn for it the more the vampire raved about it. He was overwhelmed completely by such a blissful seeming prospect.
Were they actually going to take him home with them? Would they really grant him such garunteed of love and affection? Him?
“You want that, don’t you Malak? You crave it all so badly. You need it.” Adrastus lulled, almost kissing the man’s ear. How long had they been there, feeding breathy, wonderfully dreamy promises into him?
Instead of the vampire’s arms, something else was wrapped around his neck, pushing firmly up to his bobbing throat. A pressure on the back of his neck urged Malak’s head forward, but the piece restrained his chin from resting to his chest.
“I bought an extra special collar, dear, for an extra special thrall.” Adrastus murmured happily, attempting to clasp the item to the human’s throat. The band was hard and thick, coarse and dense and wildly uncomfortable, itching unwantedly to his dismay. Fighting against his urges to stay docile and good, Malak wriggled a bit under Adrastus’s grip.
“Stop that.” They demanded harshly.
“I bought you this beautiful gift to show my love for my pet, and I won’t allow you to deny it.” They snarled, before their sugar filled sound returned as quickly as it had left. “Isn’t it just marvelous, darling? They way it clutches your little neck, warming you and sending your head swimming? Showing you how cherished and wanted you are? How owned?”
Any negativity pooled right out of Malak’s malleable brain. Sweet, addicting pleasure coated the skin covered by the vibrantly pink collar, a content mewl creamily slipping from his lips the more he relished in the sensation.
“S- so good… so, mm, owned…” he drawled, scratching his back against the wood of the seat.
As he eagerly gave in to enjoying the flood of ecstasy, the vampire plunged nimble fingers into his mess of curls, sharp nails scratching heavenly at his scalp, and doting fingers sifting through locks. Adrastus’ kneaded through each tangle and tug, molding his mushy brain in a puddle of stickiness.
Malak barely even noticed when the touch slipped from his head, too entranced to really notice anything. He did, however, pick up the jingle of the ring on his collar as something clicked to it, and new weight was added.
Before he knew it Malak was yanked forward by the leash, effortlessly sliding right to the concrete. He landed to the rough ground with a pained whine, the cracks and pebbles grinding into his plush knees.
“Oh, my apologies love. I couldn’t let you continue to dirty that seat when you know so well pets aren’t allowed on furniture.” They said, a fake sense of empathy that poorly hid their enjoyment of the situation.
His brows lightly furrowed, the tint of confusion evident on his predominantly adoring expression. “Not… allowed…?”
“Yes baby. Good boys like you get to sit on the floor. Isn’t that just nice?”
Malak would consider absolutely anything nice if he was told in such an entrancing, echoing voice like theirs. He simply nodded along with their words, happy to agree with whatever they decided was right.
A faunt tug pulled on his collar, prompting Malak to dozily gaze upward. His vision was much too hazy to make out the figure looming over him, but he recognized them anyway by the reverberation of their vocals.
“Let’s not keep all your new presents waiting, Darling.”
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