Defiance Bound

Name-- if you know, you know. Otherwise I'll go by Nightshade here. Well over 21. This is a place for sharing my whumpy/dark art and fic, and also for reblogging stuff in those tropes that I like. There will be triggering content here, which will always be well labeled. Minors, stay off my blog.

[defiancebound]

Leon Kennedy sideblog is here: @weapon-of-the-dso

Hi. I go by Nightshade here. I'm well over 21, and this blog will include things NOT MEANT for minors. You will be blocked if I see you interacting with my blog.

Puritanical asshats can fuck off as well. I won't even respond, just insta-block, so save your proverbial breath.

And do not feed my writing to the bots. This is an A.I.-free space.

This is a place to post my art and stories about my original characters Ash Aldrin and Dominic Embry, a half-demon and half-angel who have formed an unlikely but very powerful bond despite all odds. There will be romance between these two in time, but it may be a bit of a slow burn because both men have Issues. In the meantime there will be LOTS of whump for them.

It'll get pretty damn dark in here, and there will be triggering content, so if you don't like, don't follow. Stories will be prefaced with a content warning at the beginning, and I will place anything too intense (or long) behind a cut, for both fic and art.

Religious/cult trauma, brainwashing, homophobia (internalized and external), torture, dehumanization, SA, and other dark topics will be explored here in detail. Stories may fall into "Dead Dove" territory at times, but will always be clearly labeled.

For now, I will likely post drawings and sketches with snippets of prose based around a scenario.

Asks are turned on, but anon is not. I'll turn on anon for short periods of time, though.

[defiancebound]

I went ahead and made a spicy Bluesky account. I'll be posting pretty much any of my spicy NSFWhump type of art there.

Still posting here too, but wanted a backup and another space to share art.

Nightshade's NSFWhump

[weapon-of-the-dso]

A three image sequence?

Permaybehaps.

(I am a masochist. This is gonna be so much work lmfaooo but it'll be worth it)

Still working on the poses. I will likely go ahead and put his cigarette back in his hand in the other two images.

I am going to be putting some sort of Shibari ropework on Leon, and an open shirt that I'll be making edits to in Blender so it's been pulled down off his shoulders. Also his underwear will be pulled down a bit. I'm debating on whether to paint in the ropework in the postwork stage or edit a mesh I've already got that doesn't really fit him right. Not sure which would be easier here.

[defiancebound]

What have I been up to lately?

This. I've been up to this.

Follow the sideblog for more freaky Leon shit!

[imaginariumnexus]

Gentle reminder for Easter and every other day, because there are probably a few of you who are getting the opposite message from religious leaders and family today:

You do not deserve to die.

You do not deserve to spend an eternity in torment.

You do not deserve to be tortured for five minutes, let alone forever.

You deserve to be loved.

You are worthy of love.

These things are true, even if you don't believe in Christianity.

Don't listen to the abusers.

[weapon-of-the-dso]

Reposted because I caught a mistake after I posted the first time.

Leon Kennedy is having a very bad day.

[weapon-of-the-dso]

Looked at it again after setting it aside for a few days. Not as bad as I previously thought. Will be doing some shading stuff today hopefully!

[weapon-of-the-dso]

I have so many thoughts about Leon Kennedy as a character, about how his past and his trauma have shaped him, his perspective and personality. Brace yourselves because this is gonna be a ramble.

Bear in mind I haven't played the OG games but I have read some of the lore and watched a few cutscenes here and there to gain a little more context.

One thing I noticed was that Leon's parents were involved in organized crime, and were murdered as a result of that. There was a cop who looked after him and helped him, and I firmly believe that was the start of the idealized view of law enforcement that he held before reality set in after Racoon City.

I also think this incident was the birth of one of his defining characteristics as an adult, his driving need to save people, to help them. Being a small child forced to watch helplessly while his family was gunned down, wanting desperately to save them but being unable to, had to have been horrifying on so many levels. And then the police officer came in, offering comfort and kindness and probably some sense of safety, and so Leon grew up associating those positive things with what he later discovers is a deeply corrupt institution. He wanted to be that sense of comfort and safety for others who have been victimized, that light in the darkness. He still does; that part hasn't changed.

All of this is one reason why I really, really wish the remakes had included some interactions between Leon and Chief Irons, showing that moment of realization, the moment when his idealism began to crack. Leon's horror upon realizing he would have been working for a monster. Questioning himself, wondering how deep that rot in the system went, if it would eventually infect him too.

I do believe he has spent a lot of time asking himself these questions after Racoon City, after being forcibly recruited by the government. He's now a part of that system, after all. Doing its dirty work. A good little killer. A good little toy soldier.

He still clings to some of his ideals. He's doing this to help people. To protect them. Hell, he said yes to the "offer" to protect an innocent child that he had known for a day. His own safety doesn't matter to him as much, his own comfort, his own needs.

Leon S. Kennedy believes he is disposable. He's a weapon, a fighter, a killer, a protector. He hasn't died for his duty, not yet, but he sacrifices his life to it, every single day.

Destroying bioweapons, fighting against the corporate war machines that are sowing chaos and violence into the world, shielding the world as much as he can from the horrors he faces daily-- he tells himself that it must be worth it. Worth it to keep going. Worth it to keep fighting.

He saves somebody, sometimes. That's worth it. It's worth it.

But still, in his quiet, solitary moments as he loses himself in the haze of alcohol, he's not sure how long he can keep going like this.

[prof-grace-aspen]

I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

[nope-the-weeb-deactivated202408]

I know this has good intentions, so I will just add the "how you treat them, even as objects of fiction, can speak about your own character, be careful out there"

[prof-grace-aspen]

Your addition is actually completely antithetical to my message. It is literally the opposite of what I am conveying.

Stop telling people to encourage the cop inside their head.

How you treat fictional characters, given they are entirely objects of fiction, does NOT necessarily speak to your own character, and you do not need to be "careful".

It is not dangerous to imagine dark things happening to fictional characters. It does not mean you are secretly a bad person. It does not mean you unconsciously want to hurt people in real life. It is not a "slippery slope" to doing bad things to people in real life. You cannot damage your brain or turn yourself into a bad person by consuming "dark" fanfic.

I can write tentacle noncon of my favorite character all day long and be a fierce anti-sexual assault advocate in real life because what I do in my head is not the same thing as what I do in real life.

[askinfresh]

These tags were too perfect to not include

[kawaii-pigeon]

In case y'all need pictures sorry it aint in crayon 🖍️-

[defiancebound]

I made a Leon Kennedy whump blog: @weapon-of-the-dso

It's a sideblog so any followbacks are from here!

[1000fingers]

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood

[defiancebound]

Hi, I'm here. I'm getting back into drawing and writing again recently, though I'm not sure if I'll be working on this blog's OC stuff. Right now I'm pretty hyperfixated on Resident Evil and Leon Always-Getting-Whumped Kennedy.

Seriously, that man gets thrashed and I am here for it. It's possible I'll be making some whumpy art of him for this blog. Maybe even fic. We'll see.

[defiancebound]

Also, I... apparently have a bunch of new followers? Somehow? Hi, welcome, sorry for only posting about twice a year but hopefully y'all like what I do post. XD

[defiancebound]

Hi, I'm here. I'm getting back into drawing and writing again recently, though I'm not sure if I'll be working on this blog's OC stuff. Right now I'm pretty hyperfixated on Resident Evil and Leon Always-Getting-Whumped Kennedy.

Seriously, that man gets thrashed and I am here for it. It's possible I'll be making some whumpy art of him for this blog. Maybe even fic. We'll see.

[defiancebound]

Sorry for disappearing, y'all. I haven't been in much of a headspace for writing or art lately.

I've been thinking about these characters and their story again though. I might try to revisit it soon, if I can focus enough to write.

Fingers crossed.

[whumpsday]

i. love. characters that are so paranoid and distrustful of others pushing past that distrust because of a raw desire for connection and affection

knowing logically that they're safest if they isolate themselves, but on the inside, so badly wanting to just be with someone who cares

every touch for years has brought pain, but someone offers a hug and their heart is torn in two, half of them retreating to avoid it and half of them wanting desperately for it to be real

the human equivalent of an abused rescue animal finally letting their new person pet them

that crack in their defenses, that step off the edge of total shut-down safety, that last scrap of hope left saying one last try

[defiancebound]

I have been getting into the Resident Evil games recently and I just. Leon is so, so whumpable, and toss in Chris as caretaker, rescuer, and fellow whumpee? Yes, please.

Also, I ship those two like nobody's business. Perfection.

[whump-tr0pes]

As Caretaker helps Whumpee out of the place where they've been held, they realize they're not going to make it. Whumper's goons are closing in. They're going to be caught, and this time, Caretaker knows they'll be forced to watch what happens.

"Go," they tell Whumpee. "The door's right there. I'll hold them until you're through, and make it out right after. The others are just outside. They'll help you. But you need to go."

"Not without you," Whumpee pants, barely able to stand.

Caretaker smiles and pushes them forward. "Go, Whumpee. I'm right behind you."

Whumpee just sobs and staggers to the door. They throw a glance behind them as they fall through.

Caretaker turns and prepares to fight. It's hopeless; they know that. But Whumpee is not going to pay the price again.

[defiancebound]

A whumpee who is bound with chains. Unyielding metal links wound again and again around their wrists and arms, their ankles and legs, their torso. Hard metal digging painfully into bare skin, bruising. Gagged with the chain, tasting their own blood against breath-warmed steel.

Maybe the chains have tiny spikes scattered haphazardly along the links, sharp little nubs that dig mercilessly into sensitive flesh, ripping shallow wounds whenever Whumpee struggles or is manhandled.

Whumpee is routinely, brutally, and sadistically beaten while bound like this, and then left lying on the cold, hard floor of their cell, broken and bleeding and silently pleading to whatever god or devil might be listening for some semblance of mercy.

When Caretaker finally finds Whumpee, the process of breaking the padlocks on the chains, of unwrapping them, is almost as painful as anything else Whumpee has suffered at the hands of Whumper. Caretaker murmurs soft, tear-choked apologies and assurances whenever Whumpee whimpers or cries out as they are slowly freed from their bonds. I'm sorry. I know it hurts. I've almost got you free. I'm getting you out of here. You're going to be okay, I promise. I won't let them hurt you anymore, not ever. You're safe now.

At first, Whumpee thinks they're being tortured by Whumper again, but the realization slowly sets in as they look up and see Caretaker through tear-blurred vision.

As the chain is gently pulled out of Whumpee's mouth, they speak, their words thick, slurred by the small cuts on their tongue. Caretaker... y... you found me.

I will always find you, Caretaker says, their voice raw, almost harsh. But then their voice softens, breaks. I just... God... Goddammit. I'm so sorry it took so long. I'm so sorry.