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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 4 months

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The Winged Servant - 3

cws: multiple whumpers, somewhat reluctant whumper, casual insulting of the whumpee (casual because it is not meant to make him feel bad, that's just how he's referred to), casual discussion of the whumpee's death (again, not threats, not meant to make him feel bad, just... discussion of it), casual discussion of whumpee being conditioned, dehumanization, mentions of whumpee being "punished" for making mistakes, non human whumpee

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Her Majesty was busy often. I supposed that came with the territory of being royal. Still, though, it used to just be a few meetings a week with paperwork all the time, and recently it had turned into weeks full of meetings with people that weren’t allowed to know I existed.

I didn’t question it, of course. It wasn’t my business. I wasn’t accustomed to change, but it was my job to be whatever Her Majesty needed from me, and I would fulfill that job.

Today was just my regularly scheduled chores, and her room was always first. It was easy, because she wasn’t in it all that often. Her sheets had four more days until they needed to be changed, so all I had to do was make the bed and wipe down the bathroom connected to her room. Two more days until it needed vacuuming.

The princes' room was next. That was… less easy.

Prince Ryan and Prince Cardan were identical twins, but still easy enough to tell apart based off of Prince Cardan’s smile lines and Prince Ryan’s worry lines. And Prince Ryan was never in his room by the time I started cleaning, anyway. He had more responsibilities than his brother, and was better than him at finding things to entertain himself with.

(Prince Ryan had once told me that Prince Cardan received “youngest child treatment,” though he was only twenty-six minutes younger. It didn’t make sense to me. It didn’t need to make sense to me; I wasn’t allowed to repeat when Prince Ryan said things like that.)

At any rate, Prince Cardan was the only one in his room by the time I started cleaning it. “Hey, birdbrain,” he greeted me as I walked in, glancing up from the graphics on the computer he was on. He had a desk in the corner—that’s where he usually was, away from the mess that I was supposed to clean every day.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

He stared at me as I began making his bed. “Hey, I’m out of water.”

I am certain that he tried to toss his empty water bottle at me, ready to tell me to fill it back up. Unfortunately, the bottle almost hit my head, and I flinched away, causing it to sail over my head.

It hit a picture frame from Prince Ryan’s dresser, knocking it to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Onyx, that was a good throw!”

“Yes, Your Highness, my apologies,” I mumbled. “I didn’t mean to miss it.”

“God, you’d be shit at sports.”

Yeah, probably.

“Well? Are you gonna go grab it? I’m still out of water. Just pick up the picture while you're at it.”

Besides the water bottle and picture frame now on the floor, Prince Ryan’s part of the room was spotless. His bed was made, his clothes were put away, the surfaces were dusted. I wasn’t supposed to clean his things. I wasn’t allowed to touch his things. I knew what was in that picture frame—a picture of the two princes sitting on a throne together at six years old—and I knew that Prince Ryan would notice if it was moved from its original spot.

“Are you really too much of a pussy to do your one job and clean something?” Prince Cardan asked from behind me, and I swallowed nervously. This was dangerous territory. If I refused, I might be punished on Prince Cardan’s behalf. If I did put the frame back, I might be punished on Prince Ryan’s behalf. Of course, there was the possibility I’d be punished for letting the picture frame be knocked over in the first place, but I doubted it. I was almost certain that Prince Ryan held more disdain for his twin than he did for me, despite the framed picture.

Well. One of the princes was watching me and giving me an order right now, so I should probably listen to him. If I didn’t want to be punished, I should have just caught the water bottle.

I made my way across the room, kneeling down next to the dresser. My fingers had barely made contact with the frame before I heard a “What are you doing?” from the doorway. “You know not to touch my things.”

That was the other way to tell the difference between the princes. Prince Cardan sounded lighthearted about everything he said, and Prince Ryan sounded lighthearted about nothing.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” I managed to get out past the lump in my throat, turning around to face Prince Ryan.

“Mm. Answer the question. What are you doing?”

“Prince Cardan asked me to refill his water, but when he tried to give it to me, I didn’t catch it, and it hit your picture frame, so I tried to pick it back up. My sincerest apologies, Your Highnesses.”

“He tried to give you the bottle, and it ended up across the room from him?”

“He, um, he tossed it to me.”

Prince Ryan glanced at his brother. “Can you go one fucking day without trying to throw something at him?”

“He could’ve caught it!” Prince Cardan said defensively. “It was a very well-aimed throw.”

“He’s a servant, not a court jester. He has better things to do than play catch with you.”

“His things to do are whatever we tell him to! He doesn’t care. Onyx, do you mind when I toss things to you?”

There was no right answer to this. Or, really, there were two right answers, one for each twin, and picking one right answer would make the other twin mad at me.

“No,” I whispered, and they both rolled their eyes at me.

“No one knows what you’re saying when you talk that quietly,” Prince Ryan reminded me.

“I only exist to please the royal family,” I said, loud enough that they could hear me this time. “It is your right to order whatever you wish from me, and it's not a problem if that includes throwing things.”

“See?” Prince Cardan was laughing, and Prince Ryan glared at both of us.. “He doesn’t mind. It’s fine.”

“Onyx, go refill Cardan’s water,” Prince Ryan ordered. “Leave the frame on the ground.”

Prince Ryan wanted me to leave, I thought. He didn’t like to yell at people with me there. I heard him tell his brother once that I’d get a big head if I noticed people yelling at each other on my behalf. He was smarter than me, of course, so I wouldn’t contradict that theory, but I knew my place and was almost certain I’d stay there no matter what I heard people arguing about.

Refilling the water bottle did not take as long as it was supposed to. The princes were still arguing by the time I returned.

“Just because he’ll let you do shit like that doesn’t mean you should! It’s hard enough to get him to complete all his responsibilities after his regular punishments; he doesn’t need injuries from you or punishments from things you make up and exaggerate.”

“He’s not even human, Ry. You’re taking this much too seriously. There’s no harm done, honestly.”

“I have been training him to be the way he is for half a decade. Just because there’s no short-term problems with what you do doesn’t mean it won’t affect his behavior. If you give him impossible tasks, he’ll give up on trying to complete them because he’ll learn he faces punishment whether or not he tries, and then he’ll stop doing the tasks I actually need him to do.”

“You don’t need shit from him! You think you’re so much better than everyone else because you trained a bird to make beds and make your own anyway, but you’re just a pretentious dick! Let me have my fun. It’s really not a big deal.”

I cleared my throat from the doorway. “I, um… refilled the water bottle, Your Highnesses.”

”I am not pretentious,” Prince Ryan said, ignoring me. “I do not think I’m better than everyone; I just think I’m better than you, Cardan.”

“Right. That’s why you have so much more say over the way we treat the servant who belongs to all of us. You know, he probably won’t survive tonight anyway.”

“I was only a few minutes late for Her Majesty’s breakfast this morning,” I tried to explain. “There’s no other punishments for tonight. The punishment I earned might not be pleasant, but-”

“Do not fucking interrupt me,” Prince Cardan snapped. “Ryan, the fact that you’ve worked half a decade to make him absolutely pathetic will not help him now. He couldn’t handle a fight if I aimed a gun and pulled the trigger for him. He couldn’t handle a fight even before all this—that’s why he’s here! You know he’s dying tonight, right?”

“What’s happening tonight?” I asked. “Your, um, Your Highnesses, I mean.”

“None of your business,” both of the princes told me together.

That made sense. Just because something made me nervous didn’t give me the right to demand information from people above me. What the royal family did to me was always in my best interests, and Prince Cardan’s vague statements didn’t change that.

“What else are you doing today?” Prince Ryan asked me after a moment.

“Cleaning the bathroom, Your Highness, and the living room, and the kitchen, and helping Jayden make dinner.”

“Right. Can you busy yourself with some of that and finish here in… half an hour? Just give us some time to sort this out.”

“Yes, Your Highness, of course.”

They were arguing again as soon as I was out of the door.

taglist:

@kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox

#winged whumpee #non human whumpee #multiple whumpers #dehumanization #the winged servant #onyx tag #ryan tag #cardan tag #cardan was named before i heard about the cruel prince book series btw! his naming story is a fun one but it's not from that book #rainbow's whump #whump writing #rainbow's ocs #first person pov #someone was wondering how onyx became a servant. and while it's not actually said in here there's a few references to it #he just hasn't ever been good at looking out for himself #but we'll find more out soon #he has got one hell of a backstory

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spnscripthunt · 5 months

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RIP Medical Debt update:

#admin: lets-steal-an-archive #*soon*#(ish)#we'll find out #iirc a recent syracuse area campaign was 53 cents = $100 medical debt #best guess is we'll wipe out more than $1 million but less than $2 million in medical debt nationwide #and three digits of people will get white envelopes in the mail

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starflungwaddledee · 6 months

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anon asker who spotted a little detail about galacta knight's design in that comic... thank u for my life i have been waiting for someone to ask me about this. if you're out there please take these: kiss kiss heart

#also i am thrilled by the gradual increase in both frequency and anxiousness with which i am receiving asks about his majesty king dedede #huehuehuehue #there has actually already been an allusion to his situation in the comics but we'll find out more soon.

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vaalthus · 3 months

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The Aker'varus (spoilers)

Ya know this entire time it somehow didn't occur to me that the Aker'varus was just a dragon this entire time, lowkey assumed it was just some terrifying giant bird-like creature based on the Aerozoophobia creature we encountered in the Jungle Adventure quest. A thought that becomes extra dumb when you remember that particular fear monster looks like this:

So the foreshadowing for what the mythical beast actually is was staring me right in the face and I completely missed that.

Ooof the trauma.

Sounds like an opportunity to encounter the actual dragon in the future when concerning the plot of the southern kingdom. On another note, I still find the matter of Kassandra's parent's death much too suspect when we know how the Imperial family operates. I'm still not fully convinced they aren't at fault for the Aker'varus killing Kassandra's parents so to speak. Their demise in this manner just seems too convenient at the moment.

Yo! A biologically metal themed dragon!?!?! Now I want us to fight the real thing even more now.

....I'm convinced this man is an anime protagonist.

Hmm while not stated, I suspect this fire being casted is doing "good" damage, as in the "elemental" good we see in game. Would certainly explain why the fire is pink in contrast to the orange flames Sirius was shown to cast as a child and furthermore it wouldn't be the first time we've seen the fires of other elements take on a completely different colors. In the case of good, its usually been a color motif of either pure white or a pinkish hue. Just an observation though.

I. WANT. TO. FIGHT. THE. REAL. THING!!!!!!

Okaaay didn't think Inanitas was straight up inside the artifact but I certainly won't complain. Might explain why no one else but Sirius has been able to use the artifact's power within the Imperial family's bloodline for a long time. It simply comes down to there being a literal conscience entity to decide who gets to use it or not. Gave Sirius some mad celestial drip though.

Easy to see why the Imperial family does not want Sirius to be free of the Sword of Inanitas.

This line feels more ominous than anything. Sounds clear the Celestial has its own machinations it wants to achieve and yet I cannot help but be at unease when reading this.

In spite of this feeling like a death flag, I suspect what might happen here is that Kassandra will simply be trapped in the Fearscape as opposed to dying in shutting the engine down with minimal damage. Perhaps leading to quests down the line to free her though that is a guess at best. Or her character will simply receive a fate worse than death treatment and she'll be forced to stay in an endless fearscape, for all eternity...or she'll just die. Alternatively, this might be a convenient escape for her from the Arcana. Can't imagine how Sirius will react if she's truly lost forever though.

#dragonfable #dragonfable spoilers #the aker'varus #the hints were staring me in the face!!!#Really hoping Kass doesn't meet her end here #At least not yet #Feels like there's more to see here still #But I guess we'll find out soon #And then there's Inanitas...#why choose only Sirius after so long?#what made him stand out above the rest of the recent generations?#was it his “goodness”?#or something else entirely

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eulchu · 8 months

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I don’t wanna knock down your batshit insane theory about glass animals because that would make my entire LIFE and i LOVE sharing insanity in fandom! but.

(putting space here in case you don’t want a potential buzzkill)

but

wouldn’t george have already been in contact with them/been following them from when he got permission to use heatwaves in his vlog?

yeah absolutely !! i just don't think they were buddies enough to get any sort of recognition like the way george spoke about it seemed like it was a personal notification and afaik the only time they've really interacted was over the vlog on a Really surface level . like think doja cat liking ur tweet vs wishing u a happy thanksgiving. different levels of connection if that makes sense

#and it also doesnt HAVE to be glass animals tbf but from the way george said it i still think it was a musician related to dream and ALSO #someone we'll find out soon enough from the way he was like. i cant say more or u guys will figure it out #so i am so intrigued to know whos doing something with dream #asknootfound

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aberooski · 5 days

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Starting to think about opening comms again.

#I don't make nearly enough money at my job and I also wanna work there less often and try to find a better job #but the problem is as I said I don't make nearly enough money to feel comfortable reducing my hours any more as badly as I want to #I'm at the end of my rope with this place #I'm also probably gonna take some time off soon to dogsit my friend's dog and like I need money #I also have student loans and I will never be able to move out of my parent's house #but I'm still not sure I thought about it back in the fall and was kinda taking steps to do it but I never actually did #we'll see I guess

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buthappysoverrated · 4 months

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just had such an exhausting talk with my partner... on the fucking new year's day too... I didn't want to do this (doing it might help) but it sure feels bad atm...

#idek. wtf #I love them either as a partner or as a friend. they're brilliant #they at least like me and finds me interesting. they refuse to say anything. but they say they'd refuse to say anything #idk the talk is so so much more. I can't #just like a real relationship! we aren't the model high school sweetheart kids (tho we never was tbh)#we're fun tho. we never functioned and I don't inmagine we'll start to function for any time soon #this is so fucked. going out for a smoke #hy speaks #nothing #real life stuff

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pineapplefulfillseveryneed · 2 years

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SPARKSTEMBER DAY 9: Terminal Jive

#sparkstember #sparkstember 2022 #ron mael #russell mael #when I'm with you #terminal jive #sparks fanart #sparks #sparks (band)#my art #wahey another day! this one was more simple as you can probably tell.#Don't yet know if I'll do tomorrow or not. we'll find out #(sorry if I've not reblogged everything from yesterday yet! I'll get to it soon I promise!)#sparkstember day 9 #sparks art

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sorrcha · 1 year

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btw this blog might be dead until the end of next week, gotta study and get through finals ^^;

#txt #alternatively i might procrastinate studying by drawing and be more active than ever! we'll find out soon ig whlksdfjlk

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year

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@dcviated asked: Monomono for Wylan and Eira :V

Send 'monomono' to receive a gift from my muse courtesy of the monomono machine! - Accepting! Multis, please limit muses to 2.

For Eira:

BIRD RICE

If you sprinkle this rice on the ground, it’ll attract a bunch of birds and it’ll be a disaster. You can eat it by yourself too.

"I thought this would make a wonderful gift for you, Eira-san!" Sonia smiled, presenting her friend the capsule from the monomono machine: inside, a sizable bag of rice. "It would be lovely to make some new friends together, would it not? We could take the bag to the park and sprinkle it over the ground, near the pond. I am certain we shall make plenty of new avian friends in the process!"

And possibly get pecked. Or have their new feathered friends relieve themselves over the tree branch they'd inevitably be sitting under.

They could, of course, just make rice with it, but where's the fun in that?

For Wylan:

OVERLORD T-BACK

Underwear that can only be worn by those who can lord over buttocks. They’re unisex.

At first, Sonia thought the machine was simply playing a practical joke. Inside, some of the capsules had meaningful gifts: a snack, or a notebook, or a ring. Instead, Sonia had put in her monocoins and out had popped...well...that. For Wylan.

And unfortunately, she'd insisted that she'd wanted to get him a gift from the gachapon machine, and now that the capsule was in her hands she couldn't go back on her word now.

"Here, Wylan...for you," She finally spoke, handing it over to him, flustered. Frankly, her reaction was probably worse than the 'gift' itself: it was far more embarrassing, how deeply red her cheeks had turned. "I would say something akin to 'use it well,' but in this case, I am not sure what that could possibly mean."

"I simply wish to reassure you that the machine truly dispenses the most random gifts!" Sonia blurted out, her clasped hands tightening. If it had been her choice, she would've never selected underwear, much less such revealing underwear. Still, she had to wonder: what did it mean to lord over buttocks in the first place?

#more-than-a-princess answered #dcviated #(monomono machine madness)#(Sonia would like to hide now. If not perish on the spot.)#(There was the choice between 'annoying' and 'annoying and embarrassing. With great expense to Sonia's dignity')#(Wylan's gift went the latter route)#(As I said on discord: RIP Sonia)#(This is karma for something or other. I'm sure we'll find out soon!)

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