catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly, said if you won't save me please don't waste my time

[grapplinghook]

the broken meme.

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.

You're broken.

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1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!


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Orphaner Dualscar | Homestuck

[devwocean]

Happy to break or be broken, just let me know what you prefer.

screaming still 2...... so who wants to be broken!!! 8U

[grandhighblood]

I had an idea so... Dualscar I guess

[devwocean]

[He barely remembers why he came here in the first place. It had something to do with Mindfang. But he'd been welcomed by the Subjugglators far more enthusiastically than he had expected. Then there had been dinner, and he's pretty sure there were drugs in the food, but he can't seem to summon the requisite anger about it.

In fact, he's still sitting at the table, but all the other Subjugglators have now left, leaving him alone with the Grand Highblood. Dualscar drains his - surprisingly excellent - wine, and then gives in to an urge.

He rises from the table, takes two steps towards the massive troll, then stumbles and has to catch himself on the Subjugglator's arm]

Wwhat...did you do?

excellent

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood looks down his nose at Dualscar, not budging from his own seat. His expression is neutral, which can be a pretty bad sign, though a hint of a smirk plays on his lips.]

Guess. It should be motherfucking easy for a smart fucker like you to all figure out. [Lifts the arm that Dualscar is leaning on, pushing him away slightly.]

[devwocean]

[He doesn't want to be pushed away. In fact, he wants to go closer, much closer. The feelings the drugs gave him are growing stronger and stronger.]

You fuckin' drugged me.

[His voice slurs and his cheeks are growing flushed purple]

[grandhighblood]

[He couldn't hold back a sly cackle, holding his arm out to keep the drugged seadweller away at arm's length. Just to mess with him a little, to see just how well this drug was effecting him.]

You got it, motherfucker. [He pauses, poking a finger into Dualscar's chest.] Now how does that all make you motherfucking feel?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar pressed forward a little, lifting a hand to rub at the Highblood's wrist - no, he was pushing it away, really, just...not very hard. He gripped the wrist and wobbled as the Highblood poked him]

I...I feel... [He rubbed his face, his fins flaring]

Touch me.

[grandhighblood]

[Not bad. It's amusing at least to see the seadweller so worked up. A low rumbling sound builds up in the back of his throat as he watches the delicate fins flicker out and he nearly reaches for them instead, but then clamps his hand down on Dualscar's shoulder, closer to his neck. His thumb strokes gently at the seadweller's throat and collarbone.]

Now, now, Orphaner... I motherfucking get it. You're a motherfucking sea-dwelling piece of shit, and I get that you're not all used to this shit-- [The rubbing becomes more insistent.] But you all gotta be toning the fuck down that commanding bullshit of yours.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's not used to people being taller than he is. He bares his teeth slightly at being called a 'piece of shit', but that feeling on his neck is really good. His eyes cross a bit as he's distracted, and a little crooning noise of need bubbles up in his throat]

Wwhat...? Wwhat do you wwant?

4 oh god

[windyheir]

Humanity didn't stand a chance. Once it was clear that The Condence's plan of gradual influence wouldn't work, the trolls invaded far too quickly for Earth to make an effective counter-attack. Timing didn't matter too much anyway, as all of the various nations were outnumbered and outclassed in pretty much every aspect of war. All in all, it took less than a year to take over the main population centers, and less than a decade to crush pretty much all of the rebellions that popped up.

John happens to be a product of one of those crushing defeats. He and his allies had been trying to re-take part of what had once been Washington, but their secret base had been discovered and everyone had been captured or killed. Those that hadn't been killed outright were given to highbloods to be servants and "be made an example of". In this case, it meant irreversibly breaking them.

However, there's something not quite right about John. He may be completely obedient and not show signs of acting out, but every so often that gleam of hope is visible in his eyes. Like if he waits long enough, his friends will come save him from this life of servitude. He's long since given up on trying to escape on his own, but that hope is still there, one last shining spot in a sea of darkness and despair.

[devwocean]

This one had been recently given to Orphaner Dualscar as a reward for valour in his crushing of the Washington rebellion. He didn't have any other human slaves, but he wouldn't refuse a prize. Especially not one given to him by the Condesce herself.

He had the boy brought to his sitting chamber, where he sat at a desk in casual clothing, working on some paperwork. The rustblood slave left John at the door, but Dualscar didn't look up from his work.

He'd see what the creature would do, first.

[windyheir]

When John is shown in, he just stands near the door, looking at the floor, waiting to be addressed. As the silence stretched on, though, John started to get antsy, and he shifted slightly on his feet. Eventually he braved a quick glance up at Dualscar, trying to peek over at him without lifting his head up too high. Totally inconspicuous, this one.

[devwocean]

Aha.

Dualscar smiled very slightly to himself. He appeared to be reading a document, but really he was watching the slave, and he could see that he was getting impatient.

He set the paper down and then looked up to address the boy. "Come here, boy."

[windyheir]

As soon as Dualscar set the paper down, John looked back to the floor quickly. No, you didn't see him move at all, why would you say that? But when Dualscar asked him to come closer, he nodded and walked carefully over to the desk, looking up only to make sure he didn't trip over anything. He knows that trolls hit hard, and he doesn't want to upset this guy right off the bat.

Soon he was right by the desk, and it was easier to see just how young John was. He was barely an adult by human standards, which was quite a surprise, seeing as how he was one of the top guys in the Washington Rebellion and was expected to be older.

Finally John spoke up, saying just one word. "Yes?" He sounds hesitant as he speaks, though there is a touch of curiosity in the words.

[devwocean]

Dualscar backhanded him.

He didn't do it very hard, by his standards, but it was hard enough to knock John to the floor, and his rings probably didn't feel too good, either.

"First lesson," he said. "Wwhen I summon you, you kneel and wwait on my pleasure. I don't care if you're fuckin' bored. You'll learn to be glad of wwaitin' on me, or you'll wwind up gettin' culled. I don't need slavves who fidget."

[windyheir]

It may not have been a hard hit for Dualscar, but John was reeling from it. He could feel the sting on his face from where the rings had left little marks on his face, and he was sure he was quite a sight right then. Somehow his glasses stayed on his face, which John was immensely glad for, as he was sure this guy would just get angrier if he had to spend a moment scrambling to grab them.

Speaking of scrambling, John got back to his feet as quickly as he could. He didn't want to risk getting yelled at to get up again. Once he was standing, he stammered out, "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir!" Stare at the ground and say sorry until the problem went away. That's what John did any time a troll was mad at him.

[devwocean]

"Better," Dualscar said, though he was still not completely satisfied. At least the creature was obedient.

Dualscar observed him for a moment or two. "Wwhat's your name?"

4. the generator had a sense of humor

[pir8ing]

[Private mercenaries finally did what the Cruelest Bar couldn't: they caught her. Caught her while she was sleeping off a hedonistic night of revelry after a successful raid. Cunning, really. She didn't think Dualscar could ever find thugs this smart. They were all seadwellers and indigo bloods: they wouldn't dare even let a blue blood get in hearing distance of her.

It wasn't easy for her to lose hope. Mindfang had been captured many times before and, well. Her hatred of Dualscar has become soiled and platonic. She would not give up so easily... Time, however, can break down even mountains.

Mindfang knew--knows--this tactic well enough. She's employed it many times but... Well. She never expected to be on the receiving end.]

Oh boy XD;;;;

[devwocean]

[Dualscar couldn't wait for this. He knew she no longer desired him - or so she claimed - but he couldn't accept that. If he couldn't have her, then no one could, so he'd said. But then the mercenaries he'd hired to pursue her had actually captured the bitch.

He opens the door to her cell and regards his kismesis with a sneer on his scarred face]

Howw loww you'vve been brought. I wwon't deny it's a pleasure to see you like this, Mindfang.

[pir8ing]

[She doesn't get up from her position leaning against the wall of her cell. She knows she can't escape but she's not going to give Dualscar the pleasure of knowing that. The image of the dead slave comes to mind.]

All of this for a red dalliance? Truly, Dualscar, your ego has no bounds. [Were it in normal circumstances, her common arrogant smile would be on her lips. She merely glares in his direction.] However, you will be sorely disappointed if you think this will bring you back into my affections.

[devwocean]

Red? [He laughs and closes the door] I think you'vve injured more than just your pride if you think my feelin's for you havve flushed one little bit. No, my feelings are still black as pitch, as they alwways wwere.

[pir8ing]

Such a shame that you are out of a kismesis. [She doesn't move.]

[devwocean]

Not from wwhere I'm standin.

[He walked towards her, relishing the sight of her in her chains.]

It seems to me that I'm your best hope, Spinneret. And maybe you should start reconsiderin' your attitude.

[pir8ing]

There is only platonic hate to be had from me, Orphaner.

[She looked up only briefly.] Killing that slave and trying to set the Cruelest Bar on me, ah. That's crossing a line, isn't it?

[devwocean]

I'm not abovve livvin' wwith that, Spinneret. [He sneers at her] Killin' a slavve? That's crossin' a line? And bringin' in a criminal for proper legislaceration? Wwhat exactly did I do wwrong?