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Wanted to try this so mystery question time! Reblog this with an emoji to get a corresponding question in your inbox regarding your wips and OCs.. I will do these until May 30th 2025. After that date, I will just post all the questions for you to reblog as you please.

🛡- Shield

🌻- Sunflower

💧- Water drop

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Thinking about Free Birds And Fiddlers:Vampire AU, and that it needs a better name maybe. Perhaps, Free Birds And Fangs? FBaFangs for the short series tag?

I have the first part of the muzzle chapter done, but it's all lead up nothing particularly juicy yet. I've actually been thinking a lot about Quinn as a character, thinking about options I can give him to test his principles. I love when an au helps me solve character details for the main story.

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Give your whumpee sneezy seasonal allergies right after a rib or back injury. It's fun I promise.

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"And how was your time in our prisons, whumpee?"

"Oh, just absolutely delightful, really."

"Is that so?"

"Very much. See, I got so much time to reminisce over that time as a wee child, those first aid training days, how to dress a wound, how to pop a shoulder back into place without fucking it all up even worse. All very boring at the time but very exciting to put it all into practice."

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Thinking about stabbing a vampire with silver. See, in the real world, the advice for if you're stabbed is to leave it in until you can attend to the wound properly.

But what if silver infects and poisons the wound so you can't leave it in? What if the fact it was a silver blade means that if you pull it out, the regeneration doesn't work?

Either you can leave the blade in to blister and rot, or you can pull it out and the little blood left in their veins follows it out.

Maybe the blood loss triggers a feral state, turning the vamp rabid against its friends and allies.

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Defanged vampires with silver fillings to keep them from regenerating.

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I need to look up if this is a thing actually in any slight way, but imagining in a world where vampires are common, a common accessory for their thralls is a sleeve to go over/keep bandages in place.

This sleeve would be form fitting but not tight. Waterproof if the materials are available. Could be unbuttoned, or zipped, or simply slid off depending on the style.

Could be a show of dominance from the vampire. Gifting your thrall a sleeve would be a very easy way to show you intend to keep them. Good way to tag your thrall with your own name, or clan if you have one.

Some thralls might get one of their own accord out of convenience and practicality. Some unenthralled humans might wear one to ward off vampires that wouldn't want to get in a fight with whoever supposedly claimed them.

Sleeves might also be used outside the direct context of vampires, for medical reasons on a temporary basis if they're practical enough for non-vampire related wounds, which might cause a stir or two of gossip.

Thralls that have multiple sleeves to match with outfits. A thrall relieved to be given a sleeve because it means they will be treated like a proper thrall who will be taken care of and be treated like a person, as opposed to a common bloodbag to be turned out at the first sign of infection, or drained at the vampires whim or apathy.

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Make your current, on the turn towards death, whumpee help you pick out a newer model to play with for after they finally kick the bucket.

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Thinking about a human unconscious and bleeding and broken and being turned into a vampire to save its life without consulting it. Thinking about the decision to turn it being partially made by another human. Thinking about that human offering themselves up to be its thrall as they're the reason it needs blood in the first place, and how could they let it starve anyway? Thinking about increased vampire lifespans, and outliving your thrall, your lover. Watching them grow old, and sick. Starving yourself so they can keep their own blood and recover. Begging them to let you turn them. "Didn't you ever think that maybe I don't want to be alone anymore either?" But the human's right, you can't save everybody. Or maybe this one's immune somehow. Thinking about being saved but being unable to save the ones you love.

Thinking about your autonomy being ripped away for your own good, but the decision maker wouldn't make that decision for themselves.

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Thinking about muzzles for vampires. Thinking about one vampire being ordered to muzzle another. Thinking about retractable fangs and a gag that keeps them pressed down. Thinking about fangs that come forward automatically when the vampire is stressed, especially if it's freshly turned, and that being read as aggression. Thinking about forcibly retracted fangs pressing painfully on the bit as the vampire has a panic attack. Thinking about a scared vampire allowing their fangs to be gently pushed back as the gag is inserted, because it would hurt if they thrashed.

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Give your freshly turned vampire whumpee a little plush wolf or bat

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Exploring a new fbaf au (vampires) in my head but I can't ramble about it because the new mobile update. Sucks ass and I can't See what I'm Writing after two paragraphs so I Guess I'll do that from my computer but Christ Alive

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finally, someone for tumblr

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Exploring the reluctant whumper and whumping the caretaker tropes through Ciarán and Julian in fbaf dragon au.

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"Listen to me, Ciarán. You have to, it is your job. Your father and the court all expect you to be able to command me. Order me around in front of them, have me kneel at your side during meetings the way your father does your da."

"But how he treats him is horrible, I don't want to be him!"

"I know, I know. But you need the courts approval when you succeed him. If you fail to master one slave how will they believe you can master all the lands and people your father has?"

"I hate this. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. But think of it this way, I would so much prefer it be you than him. Because I know you are not doing it to be cruel, but that is what the court needs to see to follow you. It is what your father needs to see to not think you are weak for having your first few years being spent around humans."

Ciarán pulled him close. "Just promise me to tell me if I go too far."

And undermine your authority in front of the court? "Of course," Julian lied.

"Just continue your studies, make friends in high places. I will handle protecting your da in the meantime. This will all be over before you know it. Once you are commanding armies yourself, you won't need to treat me like a toy. You will have them on your might. But for now, trust me, kid. I can take it."

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🌇 (sunset) - What does it take for your character to trust someone? Do they have to prove themselves? Or does your character not trust anyone no matter what? What made them this way?

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings your character joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

✴️ (eight-pointed star) - Is there anyone your oc admires or looks up to? What qualities of this person does your oc admire? Do they want to be like this person one day?

🌇 (sunset) - What does it take for your character to trust someone? Do they have to prove themselves? Or does your character not trust anyone no matter what? What made them this way?

Kevin trusts rather readily and rather fiercely early on. He's not completely naive but he does have a black and white way of thinking about character, that if he sees you doing good things and generally being a good person, he doesn't like to consider the possibility of you turning on him, because at that point he wouldn't see a reason to turn on you. John especially hits him hard because they ran missions together.

Kevin technically knows John isn't a comrade, hes a good ally at best, but in his heart he trusts him to that level. Yeah, he's a cop, but he's one of the good ones, yknow? If he didn't challenge the system that one time, that entire ring of traffickers wouldn't have been exposed and an innocent man would have been executed, so like, good person who happens to be a high ranking member of the king's guard, John is. He wouldn't do something so backstabbing like arresting Kevin if his boss said it was a matter of the safety of humanity, or something like that. Unthinkable.

After that, he gets closed off and paranoid a bit, not really trusting other people based on their character but moreso on what they would Physically Be Able To Do to him, and outright stated loyalties. (which manifests in weird power plays to John when he's taken prisoner in turn) But this trust is still fragile, and shatters when a series of unfortunate events twists his head into thinking Julian turned on him too, as well as anyone who follows Julian's orders.

After that, he ends up leaving. Away from the island/society he's known for the last half of his life, he doesn't make any effort in trusting anyone. He finds a corner he doesn't think anyone will find him in, and he finds a job, and he hunkers down. He doesn't chit chat, doesn't offer anything that could be used against him, he sits tight and keeps an eye on exits, keeps a knife close and sharp.

Until he's found, and another series of events is kicked off, but that doesn't change much about his attitude. He never considers anyone here comrades. He makes deals he doesn't really expect them to be held in the long run though. He doesn't expect anyone to stick their neck out for him, doesn't expect non-contracted kindness to be shown his way. But he has to pretend to trust that it will work out because what else is there? (Alex doesn't help this either. Constantly pushing the boundary on the 'compliance in exchange for no physical pain' deal)

By the time he asks for help coming back to paradis, he doesn't really trust that Julian wouldn't hurt him again, but he understands that it wasn't meant to hurt him, and even if it was, it was better than right now. His journey from there is relearning that he can expect good things sometimes. That not everyone wants to hurt him.

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings your character joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

Also depends on when we're talking. Pre-betrayal he's very extroverted, loves hanging out at he crowing dove pub with Zander and Grayson, playing music, talking shit, trying not to win darts by an unfun amount. When Zander died, it definitely took the wind out of his sails for a bit,(the way you'd expect after watching your best friend die tragically) but he just needed some time alone and eventually he came back to find comfort in routine and the people still around him.

Post-betrayal, it definitely takes longer to get back to himself. He feels too angry and scared to find the little joys, and when he does see them, he ignores them for being distractions. He gets very broody, the only person he actually talks to is Julian, and well, that goes well.

His already apathetic to death mentality turns suicidal. He doesn't eat, he doesn't talk to anyone. He can't just go off on his own until he feels better like he needs. Every time in this stage that he feels put up against a wall he tries to end it, because he doesn't have a mission anymore, doesn't have anyone to live for. There's only neutrality and pain. The main reason he stops is because his attempts keep failing, leaving him worse off than he was before.

After he's able to leave, he starts finding the quiet small things again. He doesn't seek the comfort of other people again in a way that might actually heal him, but he does start. And then prison, and Alex, and the gang. That arc sees one thing that made him not miserable and it was rebuilding his flight gear from scratch for revenge reasons. He had a mission again, a plan. It wasn't healthy but it was something to focus on.

After he returns to Paradis, he finds community again. He re-meets the trafficking victims, all now recovering well. He remembers that mission. He starts going back to the crowing dove on a semi regular basis again. The people there still remember him, remember the jokes, the songs he and Zander brought in all those years ago. He greatly enjoys that return to form.

After the final attack on him, when he loses his tongue among other injuries, Quinn has to travel back to the UK anyway, and there he picks up a book on Irish sign language for Kevin. (I'm still deciding on if this is too nice for Quinn specifically to do, but maybe it was a request from Julian idk) but that would certainly be something that would bring him joy. (He'd still be using the local signs for general communication, but his native language meant something to him, and being able to learn how to sign it after losing the ability to speak it is big for him.)

✴️ (eight-pointed star) - Is there anyone your oc admires or looks up to? What qualities of this person does your oc admire? Do they want to be like this person one day?

As a kid he looked up to his dad. His father taught him the language, the music, the history. His father instilled into him every Irish republican bone he has in his body. (His mother tried to temper that, especially after he died, but she only had 2 years of solo influence over her children before the event I considered cartoonishly evil of the British empire to do, happened. It turns out I wasn't that far off from real history for that specific part of his backstory.)

On Paradis, he would have had a couple of role models. There was Joshua, a man that was sent to the island on the same boat and they both helped each other survive, and after helping him with that trauma, Kevin would probably have asked for help with general relationship stuff, the way teenagers tend to need.

There's Julian, said relationship stuff. Older boy by two years, on track to be appointed Elsa's lieutenant, Quiet but with a silky deep voice- yeah there was definitely an admiration phase. But strictly professional, of course. because they're both boys and. anything else would be. A Sin.

There were other comrades he respected for their skill. His primary trainer was a lot like him. Hot headed, knife thrower. Easy to joke around with but serious about serious matters.

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Orange Emoji OC Asks 🔶

🧡 (orange heart) - Is your oc honest? Why or why not? Are there only specific people they’re honest to?

🔥 (fire) - What drives your character in life? Is it a belief? A person? A goal? Whatever it is, what do they want from it and what are they willing to do to get it?

🌇 (sunset) - What does it take for your character to trust someone? Do they have to prove themselves? Or does your character not trust anyone no matter what? What made them this way?

🌅 (sunrise) - What does your oc look forward to every day? Do they have something to look forward to in the first place? What makes them wake up in the morning? Why do they want to be alive?

🐦‍🔥 (phoenix) - What has your oc had to overcome to get to where they are now? Were the challenges emotional or physical? Would you say they had to go through a “rebirth”? How did they change, if at all?

🍊(orange) - Is your oc more selfish or selfless? Are they willing to sacrifice themselves or their goals for others? Why are they this way?

🐅 (tiger) - What makes your character angry? Are they angry often? Does it take a lot to make them upset or are they quick to anger?

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings your character joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

🎃 (jack-o’-lantern) - What is your character’s greatest fear? Is it something primal like the dark or something specific like killer clowns? Did they gain this fear after a bad experience? Whatever it is, why are they scared of it?

🐹 (hamster) - How does your oc feel about animals? Have they ever had a pet? What made them feel this way towards animals?

🥕 (carrot) - How does your character treat themselves after a long day? Do they buy something new? Maybe they eat a sweet treat? Call someone they love? Take a hot bath?

🔸 (orange diamond) - Is your oc rich? Do they want to be? What’s their financial situation like? How does it affect how they see the world?

✴️ (eight-pointed star) - Is there anyone your oc admires or looks up to? What qualities of this person does your oc admire? Do they want to be like this person one day?

🏵️ (rosette) - What is your character’s most prized possession? Is it something they could never bear to part with? What makes this object so special?

🦊 (fox) - How intelligent is your oc? Are they a mastermind pulling all the strings? Or are they more dim-witted with a big heart? If they are smart, what do they use their intelligence for? To create? To get ahead?

🦺 (safety vest) - Is your character a cautious person or are they more reckless? Do they think before they act or do they act according to their heart’s desires? Why?

🥭 (mango) - What is your character’s general outlook on life? Are they a pessimist, optimist, realist or something else? Whatever they may be, how does this outlook affect the way they live their life?

📙 (book) - Does your oc keep a journal of some kind? Is it just a diary or does it hold a secondary purpose like a dream journal? What’s in it that they would never want anyone to see? If they don’t have a journal, what would they write in it if they did have one?

🎇 (sparkler) - If your oc had the chance to start their life over again, what would they change, if anything? How would this change them and the people around them? Would their lives be better or worse? Would they change anything in the first place?

🍑 (peach) - [18+ only, that means who answers/asks this and the targeted character must be 18+] What are your character’s thoughts on sex if they have any? What is their sexuality? What is their sex life like? Do they even have one?

🏀 (basketball) - Is your character physically active? Are there any sports they like to play/watch? Do they hate sports? If so, why?

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Hatchlings Ensnared

Free Birds and Fiddlers: Dragon AU

cw: Non-human whumper/whumpees, human whumpee, recapture, suffocation, lightly implied noncon at the end, magical brands, lying to save another

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Kevin knelt, his hands roughly tied behind his back, fighting against the dragon who held him in place. The cloth gag in his mouth was soaked, and prevented him from crying out in a legible manner.

The hatchlings shouldn't be here. They couldn't take their father and his army on, they needed to flee, they aren't ready-

They weren't ready. Even fully grown they wouldn't have lasted much longer before all being pinned to the ground.

Aloskos had them rounded up, restrained in a line before him.

"My my," Aloskos drawled. "So you all haven't come out completely soft. Perhaps there is a chance to mold one of you into a hatchling of mine."

He turned, cupping Kevin's face in a clawed hand. "Tell me, pet, is this all of them?"

Kevin looked away, but nodded.

Aloskos reached up to remove the gag, pulling it down around his neck. "Hm, good. Now, which is the eldest?"

He can't know that. He'd hurt the rest. Spare heirs rarely lasted long from what Kevin could pick up from before.

"We don't know."

"I highly doubt that."

"It's true. They all hatched the same night, they were all in the same basket."

Aloskos was not pleased with this, which Kevin became very aware of as he was thrown to the ground, the entire weight of the beast on his throat.

He heard the shouting from the hatchlings, snickers from the soldiers.

"Tell me, pet. Were you so unconcerned with my children to not have a single servant keep watch?"

It was agony, as it always was. But the rune low on his throat burned bright, telling him he would not be permitted to pass out from this. It would not end until he forced out a reply.

"No! We- we didn't know when- how long- they were safe- in the castle-"

It felt like screaming underwater. The edges of his vision darkened, but he knew it would never enclose him, not from this. His lungs burned, he needed to clear them, he could talk but he needed to Breathe-

The claws retracted, and he squirmed to his side, struggling for real air again.

"Lord Aloskos. I had- no doubt of their safety from outside threats. The only worries we had came from not knowing enough about dragon biology. We were starting to think there was a factor we didn't know of that was missing, that they wouldn't hatch at all. But that wouldn't have been solved by a watchman.

"But they did hatch, clearly. 6 were laid, and 6 hatched, all of them in one night. Most of them had moved too much by morning to even tell what egg they had come from, if we had marked them."

The dragon was moving, pacing around the hatchlings, examining them, taking lazy glances back at Kevin.

"You sound so... earnest, and yet I don't believe you. I know humans care about birthright, perhaps not as much as a royal dragon, but I know you do care enough to take note."

"Please, we would have if we saw."

"Did you know there are ways to discover which of a set is the eldest, and youngest, and with only slight doubts the order of those in between?"

The dragon stalked back to Kevin, giving a gesture to the one holding him to sit him back on his knees.

"I'll make you a deal, you like those. You tell me the order of my children, and the spares will be sent away, disowned of any inheritance but unharmed. But if I have to do the divination on my own, they will be slaughtered here and now, in front of you."

Kevin shuddered. "Please, my lord, my master- I don't know. Please forgive my lack of diligence, please don't hurt them for my mistakes."

The dragon ignored his pleas, attention shifted wholly to the hatchlings.

"The easiest to determine is the youngest. It would be the smallest of a freshly hatched set, but as it's also usually female and this set has grown some, it would be the female with the smallest stature. Hm. This one."

"Please. We're only humans, we didn't know. Please don't harm her!"

"I think you care very much about these hatchlings, these worthless spares, even before they were poisoned by being raised away from their own."

With a claw, he slashed down her side, and she screamed, and Kevin screamed, and there was much commotion from the other hatchlings as well.

"It's Ciarán! Ciarán is the eldest. Then Fíon. Gráinne, Aodhán, Róisín, and Fiadh. In that order. Please. Please let Fiadh go."

He panted, eyes cast away.

"Hmm, see, pet, that wasn't so hard? But you lied to me, you knew, but you lied."

"Master, please-"

"I have half a mind to turn this army back around, declare the terms for peace forfeit by you, as if you think this is what compliance is, it is not what I agreed to."

"No! No please! I'll do better I'm sorry. It wasn't a lie, we don't know, not for sure, but that's what we think it is."

A claw lifted his chin.

"I will not accept any more lies from you."

"It's the truth. I promise."

Aloskos dropped his hand, releasing his chin. To the one holding him he ordered, "gag it, properly. It needs a lesson. If it can't speak when told it won't speak at all. Do not remove it until I order it."

Kevin knew what 'properly' meant. He savored the last few free breaths he would have for some time, and accepted the cloth down his throat, packed in densely with a thin stick, and secured inside with the strip brought back up and tightened again between his teeth.

He held as still as he could for the process, pushing down every convulsion, stilling every flinch lest they be taken as rebellion, but once it was in place and he was dropped back to the ground, he writhed, he choked. He couldn't swallow around it to sate his gag reflex, he couldn't cough it out. His lungs burned from the lack of airflow, the rune burning from the magic keeping him alive anyway.

He was left like that, for a time. Long enough for the children to be hauled away separately. Kevin hoped their father would keep his word. All he could do is try to convince his spasming lungs he wasn't in his death throes, that it would save energy and a scrap of dignity to just calm down, but it was hard to do that when he couldn't breathe-

He was hauled up, eventually. Blindfolded to the darkening sky, he was led to a tree, bonds adjusted so his hands were pinned to it, back bared to the camp that had been fully set up by now surely. The jeers and attentions of the soldiers told him there was nothing better for them to do.

He was left like that until morning.