#decima

[edspear]

One trinket received as a gift, lead to twelve trinkets, given as gifts over the holidays. The classic "Baker's Dozen" twelve things and one is different.

The Encouraging Plush, given as gift to Decima from Cthonic. Provided in cute pencil sketch form.

I'll perhaps update this post with any relevant tumblr blog links as they crop up.

A Plushspitter for Cthonic

Ashnod's Playset for Klaus

Yotian Toy Soldier for Xena

Basilicum D'Mastiquel for Fynn

Ink Portrait for Viktoria

Magic Eight Bhaal for Eris

Gikkusu Mask for Viorenza

The Mechanical Girl for Gabrielle

Blue Bug of Friendliness for Jovanka

Cutting Stone for Corvus

Ghaikian Sylex for Mothak

Glint-Eye Tea for Sophia

Happy Solstice or Whatever.

[caostalgia]

Las personas, como el agua,

mejor si son transparentes.

Cuando ves lo que hay enfrente

es cuando nada defrauda.

Y si alguno muestra su aura

y se ve como agua turbia,

que no te espante la injuria,

si es que ésta se destapa.

Al atento nada escapa

y al que ve todo se anuncia.

Resaka.cosmica

[octopus-reactivated]

Title me Miss: Afternoon

Tw/cw: Pet Whump, conditioning, whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-new-master, touch starvation, mentions of death (in the past), trauma, fear of abandonment 

~1800 words

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She was home later than expected, but not too late, the sun hadn’t even set yet. Decima hoped for a calm afternoon, in which she could watch or read something and just… relax. 

She looked at the boy on her floor. Oh yeah. There was that too…

He deserved a nice evening too, but judging from what happened so far he won’t relax easily. 

still she had to try and maybe she will bring up a photo later on, try to figure out how he feels about that…

“Would you like to join me?” she asked Juli, sitting on the couch. 

First thing first she should try to ease him into going on the furniture. Last night he was so scared to go on the bed he started crying. 

He probably wouldn’t climb up there right away, but she wanted him to remember that going up the furniture was an option he could choose. 

“Am… am I allowed to… to go on there?” Juli asked nervously. 

Decima smiled. It was progress!

“Of course you’re allowed, love.” She said trying to look as non-threatening as possible ”You’re always allowed”

“Thank you, Miss, Thank you, I  am truly grateful, I promise I am…” he rambled. For a split second Decima could see him smile. After a few more ‘thank you’-s he crawled up from his place on the floor and kneeled at Decima’s feet. 

She waited for him to go on the couch, to climb up and sit next to her. 

Juli didn’t move.

Or to lay down and wrap himself in a blanket…

Juli didn’t move from his spot. 

Huh, didn’t he just ask and get permission to come?

Decima spent a few moments processing what was just happening. And then it clicked. 

Juli was asking for permission to go on the carpet. 

She felt her heart tighten.

Who hurt him so much that he was afraid to go on a slightly softer part of the floor?

Who could do that to another person?

Decima thought she was making progress. Turned out she didn’t even start to grasp the depth of Juli’s trauma. 

Would it be reasonable to explain herself now? If she would tell Juli that he misunderstood her, he might get scared again. Probably apologize for not getting on the sofa despite her order, and then get a breakdown for being on the sofa despite the rules he was taught. 

Better to leave it there for now. Make him comfortable in her presence and softly reassure him it’s okay to break his conditioning. 

One step at the time… 

__________

Miss said she will rest a bit and he was invited to join her. Of course when Owner invited it was supposed to be read as an order, but Juli couldn’t be happier to receive it. 

He didn’t want to be alone, not anymore. 

He carefully stopped at the edge of the carpet. Going on the one wasn’t against the rules taught in the facility, but again he wasn’t the ordinary case. The ordinary pet - the good one - should be allowed to roam freely around the floor. Juli - back then 739 - had to be more careful. He didn’t deserve that level of comfort and it would be selfish to seek it instead of focusing on becoming better. 

But now he was told to come and in order to do that, he had to get on the soft surface.

Miss said he was allowed. “Always” 

 He slowly put one hand there, then moved his whole body and stopped when he was right next to Miss. 

He was so afraid she would kick him out of the carpet or out of her home, or out of her life but it didn’t happen. 

Was Miss happy with him? 

Then why was she looking at him like that?

Not exactly displeased… Sad? Why would she be sad? Disappointed maybe? Did she expect him to refuse her? But she said he was “always” allowed? He couldn’t resist, that would be bad, but…

Why, why? Why that look?

Maybe there was something more. Maybe the clue was in something he did earlier? Was it about the tantrum he threw earlier? He got scared of a stupid photo, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t his Master, but he was too dumb to understand that and got scared and had to be comforted and sir Justin had to calm him down instead of doing his important work and…

Or maybe he was overthinking. He wasn’t even sure if Miss knew about it. Maybe she just saw him up close in better light and realized how ugly he is and that’s why she was disappointed. 

Or maybe he still didn’t show enough gratitude. 

He bowed down.

“Thank you again for your mercy!” he said, trembling and waiting for her response. 

“You’re welcome” Strange look disappeared from Miss’ face. She wasn’t still fully content, but looked more pleased than before.

So it was the gratitude then. Juli made a mental note to show it off more. 

He kneeled for a while, could be three minutes or half an hour when she said he didn't need to hold the position, and that he can ‘sit comfortably’.

Being on the carpet was already comfortable. But… It was probably a subtle hint that she’s not pleased with him kneeling, maybe he has to pretend to be relaxed too when she’s relaxing. 

So he  sat cross-legged. 

It was… nice. The carpet was fluffy and soft and warm, so warm… And Miss must have been satisfied enough with him, because she petted his head. 

Juli leaned into her hand and earned more headpats. 

If only this could last forever. The warmth and the touch that was denied him for so long and the feeling of… having a purpose?

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Decima reached out and cautiously petted Juli’s hair. She was unsure if that wouldn’t scare him, but it seemed like he enjoyed it. He was leaning into her hand and his breath calmed down. 

She had to address the whole photo thing. If he thought something weird and it caused him some sort of anxiety, his recovery may be impossible. 

She wasn’t sure how to start it though. 

The touch calmed him down, so maybe if she…

__________

If only this could last forever… If only…

Juli tried to focus on the soft hand on his head, to get this moment engraved in memory. 

Miss let him lay his head on her lap and it was so comfy and warm…

He almost felt like a lapdog. 

The nice, praised, beloved Pet. 

And it did not last forever. 

“Juli?” 

“Yes, Miss?” 

She cleared the throat, before asking the question.

“That photo… Did it scare you?”

She… Miss already knew about the photo? Juli didn’t catch it when she was informed. Or maybe it was just true that Owners always knew everything. 

But it wasn’t time to dwell on that, there was a question he had to answer. 

Did the photo scare him? Yes, it did, the blood and the lifeless eyes…

But also it wasn’t the photo that terrified him, it was his memories, and he wasn’t scared of blood, nor a photo of blood, but a corpse, like that…

“I don’t know,” he said. 

‘I don’t know’ is not an answer, said Trainer’s voice in his head. 

“It’s alright,” said Miss “sometimes… sometimes it’s hard to name our feelings”

She was so patient with him, even when he was so stupid… or maybe she was patient, because she knew he was stupid?

“But you were shaken in some way, right?”

He agreed, mostly because disagreeing with Owner was a bad idea, but also because it was true. 

“Could you tell me what made you feel that way? You can take some time to think”

Juli nodded and tried to collect his thoughts. Focus on answering the question. Don’t cry. You can cry all you want when you’re alone at night, but now get yourself together and answer a simple question. 

“I just got reminded of why I was on the discount” he answered in the calmest voice he could manage. 

“So that unfortunate event with your old Master?”

Miss said ‘unfortunate’ like this was an accident and not something he did.  

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“That’s right.” His voice was shaking. He had to calm down. “And… sir Justin…”

“What about him?” Miss asked carefully

Juli realized it sounded like he was complaining or accusing Sir. But it was too late to back out now. 

“He was scary too” 

There was a moment of silence.

“I didn’t mean that he was supposed to be nice to me or anything, he showed so much patience already and it’s not that I am ungrateful, I know I deserved less, I probably overreacted, thinking it will be like before, when I saw the body… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything”

“I asked you, didn’t I?” said Deci “I won’t punish you for answering to the best of your ability”

Miss was so nice. Juli was sure he said something wrong, but she saw he was trying and decided it was enough. Being good is not enough. Trainers used to say Your future owner won’t accept anything less than perfection. 

But Miss wasn’t like that, right? She was nothing but kind. 

Maybe it was a trick too and maybe Juli was stupid for failing for it, but he found himself in desperate need to believe that there was anyone who didn’t despise him. Even if that kindness was fake, Juli felt like he would go insane if spend another day in a world that is nothing but hostile to him. 

So he let himself believe Miss wasn’t setting him up for failure. 

“It’s not that I didn’t like it when he was there… he was patient with me and wasn’t mad that I looked at his stuff and… He was scary, but I know he probably didn’t mean to be”, the Pet confessed, letting himself trust that Miss really was interested in his silly thoughts and how he interpreted Human’s behavior. 

“I’m not sure, if that will help you feel more at ease,” said Miss, petting Juli’s hair, “but when I first came on the land I had no idea of how this culture and people were formed. And Justin and his family helped me out and… Well, what I’m going at is that I also didn’t know anything about Pets and if Justin didn’t explain everything to me back then I would probably fall for some propaganda and treat you way worse. So if I am kind - I hope I am, I’m trying to be - well all that kindness is learned from Justin, so even if he’s intimidating he’s also compassionate, and gentle and… he’s just a good person”

Juli let his head rest against Miss’s leg. 

“I understand, Miss.” he said, closing his eyes and relaxing a little “Thank you”

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Taglist: @kim-poce @whatgoeswhumpinthenight @kween-pinescales @wolfeyedwitch @myst-in-the-mirror @dont-touch-my-soup @obsessedwithegos @cicatrix-energy @jordanstrophe

[arrebato-de-caliope]

El viaje en decimas

Si en el valle de Tafí se vislumbra el fuego de mi latir

y la cima da miedo solo si asumís que está muy alta.

La tristeza solo se materializa si pensas en lo que falta.

Subir a esa cima es fácil, solo es cuestión de sentir.

Arriba cuando enfrentas al vacío, él te va a curtir.

la mirada te devuelve no vuelves igual ¿Lo sabes?

Es un camino sin retorno, renacer de tus bases.

De esta décima reflejan el cambio de mi alma.

Un cambio que es una tempestad que se calma.

El tiempo es testigo y los miedos ya no tiene llaves.

-

Flores de esquirlas, como investidas por luz plena.

Llenas de eternas primaveras sin ninguna frontera.

Estás atada a tu libertad. Tonos del final de una era.

El rojo alimenta tu deseo y el verde pinta tu escena.

tu partida solo es una nueva apertura, no una condena.

Quien mira se sonríe, quien teme queda desterrado.

Haz de mirar al costado para no quedar amarrado.

La arena tibia se aferra a tus pies y marca tu sendero

no creas que la tormenta puede borrar tu paradero.

que tus ojos no muestren que estás algo aterrado.

-

Entre condenas de la decima tu haz quedado,

en una prexistente certeza de que toda es una duda.

Seras la ídea de una realidad que te juro que cura.

no hay más miedo que un dios jugando con un dado.

No hay más miedo porque el amor lo haz brindado.

El alma transmuta, la seguridad de la libertad,

la hermosa caricia de la brisa, de la sincera bondad.

Al despertar corrí las cortinas solo para ver el sol brillar.

Que hermoso fue estar allí y no tenga que callar.

Un lugar donde al fin puede exponer toda mi verdad.

25/8/2023

Bueno, al fin decidí terminar este poema en decimas. Es un formato que me gusta mucho pero que necesito seguir puliendo. Para quien no sepa, el sistema de poemas en decimas es rimar las terminaciones así:abbaaccddc. Es complicado según la métrica que tengas al interior cada estrofa pero la verdad es que da mucha libertad en torno a esa limitación creativa. Me voy contento con este primer acercamiento.

[imaginaryheck]

I think I want Decima from hardcoded to be my wife

[lamacchinastudio]

Entrare in casa è un atto performativo. "Rodarium" Ristrutturazione di un appartamento nel quartiere di Decima, Roma Progetto: La Macchina Studio . . . #lamacchinastudio #giannipuri #enricasiracusa #renovationappartement #renovationproject #interiordesign #interior #architecture #architects #architecturelovers #archilovers #roma #decima #luigimoretti https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpub4yOsqog/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[maniaparty]

thinking about my xiv ocs (sorry) the fact that yaeko is more like the ancient decima than the one from the first is drives me up a wall.

whats also goingto kill me is iwas gonna say yaeko & (a)decima both do practically the same thing but (1)decima also... was... put in the same..... like (1)decima was from amh araeng and took care of the people who were attacked by sin eaters................

in my mind (1)decima doesn’t actually remember anything from (a)decima because i dont think lower level pandaemonium wardens would have gotten soul crystals considering that the black mask ones from the smn quests didn’t even have names. like. I feel that (1)decima only knows that (a)decima’s name was decima and that they were a warden. dude (1)decima doesn’t even knowthat in that old life they really didnt have anything.  ohmy god the thing that made (1)decima have the drive to do more isnt evenreal what a miserable world we live in

[secretaryart]

[edspear]

Trinkets of the Furnace

Another grouping of trinkets from the Witchlight campaign.

Furnace Dollbomb, has been hanging around for a while, just waiting to use her on something worthwhile.

Decima has finally regained her moral compass, and rather than it being the solution to her uncertainty, she now knows how bad of a phyrexian she's being when she doesn't compleat people and cull the weak. She also knows she doesn't feel too bad about being bad at being a phyrexian.... That feels worse.

The compass was found within the Obsidian Steed, a phyrexianized nightmare warhorse that was no help in a fight with a lady named Fistiana, at least until Decima got really mad at it/Urabrask/Argyle and took that anger out on the aforementioned Fistiana.

The Twicewrit Missive has been something Decima has had in her back pocket for a while... She's worried about sending it. And what sort of answer it will bring, with "No response" being her worst case scenario.

[gayangstandshakespeare]

day 2 is Decima/Witch 2 for mugwort

[octopus-reactivated]

Title me Miss: Bath time!

Took me really long to write it, but it's done. What can i cay, i'm a slow worker

Also, thank you to @whump-blog for proofreading 💜🦀💜

Tw/cw: Pet whump, Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new Master, multiple(2) Caretakers, mention of starvation, fear of hurt (knife), touch starvation. Let me know if i missed anything

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Miss took the last sip of her tea and put the cup down. Juli took this as a sign that the breakfast was over. 

It was one of the best meals he ever had. Food wasn’t like in the facility: completely tasteless or spicy to hurt his freshly cutted mouth. It wasn’t spiked with drugs that made his legs wobble and his head spin. And now, when Juli was sure it wasn’t human food too and when he had a clear task, he felt safe and so … not guilty. Well, maybe a little bit guilty. 

At least, he managed to stop himself from devouring food as soon as it was given to him. It was difficult, but not impossible. He shouldn't complain anyway, not when he was shown so much mercy. 

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“I… um…” he stuttered.  Miss looked at him confused. His heart thumped, as he realized he would have to explain why he dared to speak up unprompted.

“I currently don't have any wounds” he admitted “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I was supposed to look presentable and… I'm sorry, so sorry…”

There he was babbling and muttering again. Pathetic. 

“If you wish so Miss…” he took a few shaky breaths to calm himself down, “you could open some yourself?”

As soon as the sentence left his mouth, he realized how stupid idea it was. Who was he to dictate Miss what to do?

But she said she wanted to get his wounds treated. 

“Miss?” He asked in a shaky voice, trying to imagine her grabbing a knife and dragging it on his skin.  Would it be a few cuts on his back? Shallow cut near a vital area, so she could feel him shake in fear, but still try to hold still to show obedience? One long cut going from his back to chest and back to back in a spiral?

He dared to look up. 

Miss looked at him disgusted… no, more than that. Horrified. 

He remembered how she told him earlier that she liked him. This must have changed by now. 

If only he learned to keep his mouth shut and keep his stupid suggestions to himself.

“Juli” Miss said in a sweet voice, the one that people in the movies often used when they were so angry, that they became completely calm.

She crouched to his level and placed a hand on his check. He was so, so terrified, and yet, some of his old training kicked in, and he involuntarily leaned into this comfort, even if it was just an illusion “No one's going to hurt you.” She said, gently tilting his head up, forcing him to look into her face “Not me, not Justin or anyone else”

“No hurt?” he repeated, wide-eyed.

“That’s correct. You’re safe here”

Juli sighted from relief. 

As long as he behaves, he won’t be hurt. 

That meant so much. He will be -somewhat- free of constant pain.

Have you forgotten how frequently you mess up your tasks?- mocked him the voice inside his head -How long will you go without punishment? That is, if you even get to have punishment instead of being abandoned.

He bowed down to show his gratitude. 

“I have to get going now” she took her hand away “I should be back for late dinner”

He didn’t understand why she was saying this to him, why did she feel the need to explain her plans to him, as he could understand or influence human ways. 

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“Water should be warm enough. You can get yourself ready,” Sir Justin said. “There is soap and stuff. I’m going to check up on you in a few minutes, but if you have any trouble you can call me”

Like he would dare to call sir, like he had any power to decide when sir came and went.

But he didn’t want to argue. That was a bad idea. A very bad idea. A recipe for getting returned.

Sir looked at him like he waited for an answer, so Juli confirmed that he understood, and then sir left.

There wasn’t much time. The Boy got out of clothes and folded them as nicely as possible, then grinding his teeth, he jumped into a full bathtub.

To his surprise, the water wasn’t ice-cold or even boiling hot. It was warm, yes, but not hot. Why was it warm? Maybe it was supposed to be hotter, but tap water couldn’t get any warmer? Why not boil it on the stove, then? But this could take a lot of time and effort, and he wasn’t worth it. 

Or was it to taunt him? ‘Look at him, he gets to clean himself  in warm water, almost like a human!’ Or was it to show off Miss’s wealth? ‘Actually, I can afford to give a nice bath even to my pets!’ Or maybe it was to give him something nice, so it could be ripped out of him later on, to hurt him and leave miserable.

It wasn’t his place to try to understand human reasons anyway.

 ________

The boy waited for him in the water. Sitting still, head down, back hunched. Justin expected him to start clearing himself, but no point In pointing this out, it would only stress him out more.

‘I thought we could wash your hair first’ he suggested, but the boy must have to consider this more of an order than a suggestion. 

Juli obediently leaned back, as Justin wetted his hair and when he put shampoo on them. He gently rubbed it in, when he noticed that Juli was closing his eyes. At first, he thought it was to not let the soap in, but then realized that the boy leaned into his hand, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was still covered in bubbles. His breath hitched a little. Justin let him lay like that for a while, rubbing his cheek. Poor thing was visibly touch-starved. And regular-starved too. Justin had no heart to pull his hand away. He felt a sense of responsibility for the boy. 

When Decima first arrived, she had little to no understanding of how upperland culture and society worked. So if someone would tell her that Pets were on every level different from humans – she would probably believe that. It just happened that Justin was first. And now she decided to help one of those poor souls. 

“I’m going to wash the shampoo off,” he said, grabbing the shower’s head. He’ll do everything he can to help Juli heal from his wounds

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Taglist:  @kim-poce @whatgoeswhumpinthenight @kween-pinescales @wolfeyedwitch @myst-in-the-mirror @dont-touch-my-soup @obsessedwithegos @cicatrix-energy

[chaosintheavenue]

Unposted OC Picrews: Decima Willow, the future daughter of Charlie and Brutus.

Linkety link

[plouscripter]

Cual alma tiende a esperanza Mi canto busca emoción El placer de conexión Y a la musa una alabanza Como usar una balanza Buscando el equilibrar Es simple cual respirar Empieza con oraciones Termina armando naciones Solo tienes que intentar

[manuelcrespoale]

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[novastrae]

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