Somebody stop him

painted this as a birthday gift for myself 🥳

master's cruel touch

Kinnporsche - Ep. 11

For @gilly-moon 's angel/vampire AU

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His breathing hitched, his chest felt tight, breaths coming out in short pants and gasps. Jack's eyes watered and he grabbed at the bars, pulling with all his might but ultimately doing nothing but shake the cage further in the air. He felt sick.

"None of that now," a velvety smooth voice called out from the dark. Jack's breath hitched. He turned frantically in the cage, only to cry out as his wings caught in the bars. He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as if he could reach the appendages, trying to sooth the ache. A shadow formed in the corner of his eye and he jerked his head to it. "As much as I appreciate the kicked dog look, I'd much prefer if you remain undamaged. The longer you manage to remain calm, the easier this will be on you. Although," the shadow stepped closer to the cage, into the small ring of light Jack's naked body gave off, "your fear tastes wonderful."

Jack gasped at the sight of him, his eyes going wide as he shoved away from the man, as far back against the edge of the cage as he could get.

His form was drenched in ash and shadow, impossibly tall as he loomed over the cage. His eyes burned, gold and bright and hungry, as they raked over Jack, took in his bruised and battered body and wings. His robe was near indistinguishable from the shadows he melted into, his smile mean and wide, teeth sharp and vicious, and Jack had never felt so much like prey before. He tried to pull his wings closer, tried to wrap them around himself, to hide his body from that burning gaze, but could only whimper as his damaged wing only twitched, both of them caught between the bars of the small cage.

"Oh, aren't you a pretty little thing," the monster whispered in what sounded like delight. He pushed a shadow stained hand through the bars, ashen fingers brushing Jack's cheek. Jack bared his teeth, snapping at them before they could touch him. The shadow man just pulled his hand away with a chuckle. "And full a fire, I see. How lovely! The last angel I caught didn’t have nearly so much spunk." He circled the cage, hands behind his back. Jack turned his head to keep an eye on him. "She didn't last very long."

Jack's heart ached. He may not have known who the previous angel was, or how many may have been trapped in this same cage, but his heart cracked at the very thought of his brothers and sisters trapped like this, hidden away from the earth and sky and home, locked in some dark pit with this monster. He glared at the being. "And who the hell are you?"

The shadow man laughed. He laughed loud and hard, his cackles echoing in the dark. Jack shrank back further. The shadow turned his wicked smile on him. "Hell? Oh, you precious little thing! You have no idea, do you?" He grabbed a bar of the cage, leaning in close. Jack pulled his bare legs to his chest, trying to keep the distance between them. The man's burning eyes roved over Jack, Jack feeling more exposed than he had before, even with his legs hiding anything of importance. The shadow man looked hungry. "You may call me Pitch," the monster stated with a leer, "and you, my dear"- tendrils of black shadow snaked up between the bars of the cage. Jack cried out, alarm and panic spiking through him as they latched onto his arms, dragging them back and pinning him to the bars of the cage. Jack thrashed. His legs kicked out, his wings rustled in agitation, but he could not break free.

In his struggle, he did not notice the shadow man - Pitch - melt out of view, did not notice him rematerialize behind him, but Jack certainly felt him. He felt a clawed hand grip his hair tight, burning his scalp, pulling his head back and making Jack cry out. The shadows on his arms tightened painfully, another hot hand burning the skin of his wrist. Jack gritted his teeth against the pain, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see ashen fingers gripping his wrist. A clawed finger was poised over the vein. Jack's eyes widened.

Pitch leaned in between the bars, his mouth by Jack's ear, breath hot on his skin and Jack gasped as his heart beat wildly in his chest. He struggled to move away, but Pitch's hold tightened further.

"You are in the closest thing to hell the humans have been able to come up with." The whisper was almost sweet in his ear, almost comforting. But with that seductive softness came sharp, stinging, burning pain in his wrist, and Jack screamed as fire licked at his skin, blood pouring from the gash, and heat descending on him until Jack couldn't take anymore and his vision went black.

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I don't know if I'll do anything more with this, but the concept is really neat to me! And I really really want to write Pitch being just The Worst to Jack. He is not a nice guy in this AU.

Season 8 [gag reel]

I think about this scene way too much.

These boys are from @not-poignant!

oops, more art.

This is fanart of ,,Underline the black’‘ by @not-poignant 

I was kind of planning to keep Dr gary faceless in my art, but i couldn’t help it. It was kind of fun to mess around with the design. I might keep him faceless if i do any other art after this. Efnisien will likely be the one to fall victim to my color studies more often because his curly hair is way too fun to play with :)

O.O

赤い森 / コンセプト / あらすじ

黒い箱庭

※性的描写を含む

この森の最奥部に来た者は、大昔から脈々と続く呪いに蝕まれて記憶を失う。

自分の名前も、その出生も、この森から脱出する為の道も、全て忘れる。

その呪いは自分とは何の関係も無かったが、記憶を失った人間は皆従順で、何かと都合が良かった。

だから時折迷い込んで来ては記憶を失くす哀れな人間達を捕まえては、食ってみたり、バラバラにしてみたり、いろいろと遊ばせてもらっていた。

最近は呪いの噂が広まったせいか、前程迷い込んで来る人間はいなくなったが、その日は久々に少年が迷い込んできた。

服装からして、恐らく何処かの身分の高い人間だったのだろう ということは すぐに分かったが、哀れなもので、その少年もやはり、記憶を失っていた。

体力も限界だったようで、今にも倒れそうな足取りで この最奥部に辿り着くと、そのまま崩れ落ちるようにして気を失った。

倒れている彼の体に近寄って顔を覗き込みながら、今度はどうしてやろうかと考えたが、随分と綺麗な容姿をしていたので、取り敢えず服を脱がせてみることにした。

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気が付くと、下着のような簡素な服を上半身に纏っただけの状態で、 森の少し開けたところに倒れていた。

太腿の内側には よく分からない印が刻まれ、首には赤い紐のようなものを巻きつき、付近の蔦や植え込みに絡めて繋がれている。紐は緩く、首が絞まる程でもなく、ある程度自由には動けそうだったが、この場所から離れることは出来なさそうであった。

暫く混乱していて何も考えられなかったが、落ち着いて来ると、その恥ずかしさに肩が震えた。

何て格好をしているのだろう――。

慌てて体を起こすと、何も穿いていない下半身を地面に生えた草やコケが刺激して思わず蹲る。

何故こんな ところで こんな格好をしているのだろうと必死に記憶を辿るが、あろうことか何も思い出せない。それどころか、自分が誰で、何処で生まれたのかも分からなかった。

そこに黒い鳥がやって来て、お前は私の玩具だと告げる。

どうやらそれが、僕の正体らしい。

よく理解出来なくて黙りこくっていると、その鳥はさっさと股を開けと僕の足に手をかけた。

Dancing With Death

Chapter 5: What did you wish to know?

(CW: nudity, non-con, intimate whump)

The night was cold; Angel felt colder. No matter how many times he’d repeated self-soothing phrases to himself, he couldn’t get rid of the cloying dread.

He had to sleep with Master tonight. It happened most nights. He should be used to it by now, the panging of terror that rang in his ears. The tightness that clung to his shoulders when he saw the heavy drapes of his Master’s quarters.

But he couldn’t get used to it.

“Angel.”

He remained silent, looking down at his bare feet as he stood in the entrance to Taushin’s chamber. There was a soft night breeze pulling at the draperies, sending them whisking across his calves. He felt numb, numb with the mountain of pain hanging on his body. The burning cuts in his back. The bruises on his arms. The burns on his face from where the gag had rubbed. The swollen rims of his eyes, scalded by tears.

“Come.”

Angel stepped forward, sluggish and shaky. Taushin was seated on the long edge of the extravagant bed before him. He knew, but he couldn’t raise his eyes to look. They were safer on the ground.

He closed the distance between them, feeling the softness of the burgundy rug beneath his toes, a rug the color of blood to hide the blood, when it inevitably spilled.

When he stopped, his legs nearly touched his Master’s knees, fitted in ebony. His boots and their intricate embellishments, sharp and geometrical, were near enough to stomp on Angel’s toes.

“How do you feel?” came the Regal’s silken voice.

Angel fingered the loops of body jewelry that dangled about his hips. His stomach tightened. He turned his head slightly aside with furrowed brows. The words had trouble making it to his lips. He didn’t want to say them. He didn’t like speaking. Words always got him in trouble.

“Well?” Gloved fingers touched Angel’s chin, guiding it back. “Tell me, Pet.”

Angel made a soft noise, pinching the jewelry between his fingers, eyes fluttering to avoid contact with Taushin’s.

Taushin’s hand slid down until it caressed the skin beneath Angel’s arm, tugging him closer as Master opened his legs to let him in. One of the cuts caught under his grasp. Angel flinched.

“Speak,” Taushin commanded softly. “Speak and look me in the eyes.”

Angel’s shoulders drew closer to his ears, but he did as he was told, fixing his gaze to the golden one below him. It was strange being taller than his Master for the moment, looking down instead of up. His cheeks tingled with warmth.

“Tired,” he croaked, voice hoarse from the day’s screaming.

Taushin didn’t look displeased. He simply looked distanced and cold, as he usually did. There was a little box set on his bed that held medical supplies, he knew, and seeing it made him both nervous and relieved.

“Ah,” Taushin murmured, “and? This morning at breakfast, what did you think of our guest?”

Emery. The 2nd Emissary of Dorne. The man with the soft green eyes and the pretty, dark hair.

Angel liked Emery. He liked him very much. He liked the way Emery touched him and spoke to him. He liked the way Emery had yelled at Taushin when he’d begged for mercy under Mozurea’s lash. But he shouldn’t feel that way.

My fanart to the genius fanfic  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13781313/chapters/31678458 Love it! Praise it! 

feel free to come up with your own interpretations of what's happening here.

I'll see myself out.

April is the Cruellest Month

T. S. Eliot whump prompts

– from The Waste Land

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1.       The dead tree gives no shelter - Environmental whump | Abandoned

2.       I will show you fear in a handful of dust - Poisoning | Magical whump

3.       I could not speak, and my eyes failed - Sensory deprivation | Choking

4.       I was neither living nor dead - Unconsciousness | Coma

5.       I knew nothing - Amnesia | Possession

6.       I am forbidden to see - Darkness | Blinded

7.       Fear death by water - Waterboarding | Drowning

8.       Stay with me - Caretaker | Restraints

9.       Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. - Begging | Gagged

10.   “What is that noise?” - Paranoia | Crying

11.   Her strange synthetic perfumes… troubled, confused/ And drowned the sense in odours - Drugged | Sensory flashback

12.   “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?” - Brainwashing | Interrogation

13.   “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?“ - Taunting | Dissociation

14.   He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you - Rejection | Scars

15.   I sat down and wept - Hopelessness | Relief

16.   White bodies naked on the low damp ground - Murder | Nightmares

17.   Exploring hands encounter no defense - Intimate whump | Possessive

18.   His vanity requires no response/ And makes a welcome of indifference - Obsession | Delusional

19.   "Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over” - Rescue | Resigned whumpee

20.   He wept. He promised ‘a new start.’ - False promises | Forgiveness

21.   The broken fingernails of dirty hands - Prisoner | Runaway

22.   The agony in stony places/ The shouting and the crying - Buried alive | Dungeon

23.   We who were living are now dying - Sickness | Starvation

24.   One cannot stop or think - Denial | Survivor

25.   Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand - Drought | Lost

26.   Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit -Slavery | Tied up

27.   Sullen faces sneer and snarl - Circus exhibit | Prisoner of war

28.   Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop/ But there is no water - Dehydration | Fainting

29.   Who is that on the other side of you? - Recaptured | Ambush

30.   Blood shaking my heart - Panic attack | Bleeding out

Alternatives:

1.       The awful daring of a moment’s surrender - Obedience | Trust

2.       We think of the key, each in his prison - Escape | Multiple whumpees

3.       Your heart would have responded…beating obedient to controlling hands - Manipulation | Devotion