ure such a wonderful artist!! ur art literally bodyslams me into a small coffee table each time i see it on my dash. unrelated question: do you ship to eastern europe??
Damn, man⌠gonna make me ugly cry LOL. But thank you!! Youâre so kind ; v ; đ
To answer your question, yes! Iâll be offering international shipping when I start selling stuff on Etsy.
I received a prompt to write out some TINR Strade! I had a lot of fun with this. Strade in TINR is a lot more cruel than BTD Strade I think, though we don't see too much of him. I see him as being a lot more volatile, perhaps even a little more self absorbed than BTD Strade.
Please be aware of the warnings, things are kinda nasty here!
Contains: TINR Strade, Gender-Neutral MC, Non-Con, Torture, Amputation, Cauterization, Captivity, Abuse of Position, War Crimes, mentioned non consensual cyborgification (I don't have a better way to put this), descriptions of cooked human flesh, Non-consensual kissing, Fallen Civilization, Tentacles, Non-Con Tentacles, implied genital mutiliation, No Merciful End.
Your feet pounded against the ground, the distant sound of rubble falling and screams echoing around you. Maybe several months ago that sound would have disturbed you, made you run back to help those you could.Â
That feeling no longer existed. You were numb to it, focused solely on your own survival. There was a shelter just 2 miles away or so. You think. The area should be familiar, you grew up here. But now itâs been reduced to fallen buildings and small craters.Â
War is hell. This had to be hell you were living in. Just last year you remember walking down this same street, not fearing for your life. Your chest heaved, each breath felt like razors from your lungs as you scrambled over a wall.Â
Of all the soldiers to be scared of though, there was one that word was spreading very rapidly. Crueller than the others, he didnât care for the difference between soldier and civilian. He would just laugh as he tore them apart with his robot companions.Â
You had never even realized that technology like that could exist. You groaned as you got down onto your knees, gasping for breath. Here, this had to be far enough away for you to rest for just a moment. Your arms were shaking as you stared at the ground, vision doubling.Â
Just a few minutes later, you got back to your feet and dashed back out into the open, eyes towards your destination with intent.Â
Something caught your ankle, and you fell forward though. Groaning at your shit luck, you moved to get up after tripping⌠and found whatever caught your ankle had stayed there, itâs grip not moving despite your kick to get it off.Â
âGotchaâ the voice hit you, sending a shudder up your spine that was so powerful you felt as if he had ripped it from your back. You glanced back, eyes wide with fear as you finally took him in.Â
If this was any other situation, you might have found him attractive. Golden eyes, curly brown hair, a joyful smile plastered on his face. But in a different situation, he wouldnât be aiming those metal tentacles at you, poised and ready to burn you alive.Â
âYouâre a slippery little thing, you know?â he said casually, flicking sweat off of his brow as if you both had just gotten done with a good natured race. âSee, I saw you a few weeks ago. I thought to myself⌠âI want to play with them.ââÂ
You swallowed roughly, a whimper of fear escaping your throat in spite of yourself as he got down onto one knee to look you in the eyes.Â
âBut you⌠Youâre very good at hiding. I lost track of you almost immediately. Youâre lucky my partner isnât here, she may have distracted me with her babbling. Now I finally got you, and I can have some fun.âÂ
You let out a shriek as the appendage around your ankle suddenly yanked upwards, leaving you dangling upside down, face to face with him now.Â
You needed to do something, say something in this situation to save yourself. Tears were already fast welling up within your eyes as you hung there silently.Â
âP-Please⌠I didnât do anything wrong, sir-â you began, only for him to laugh.Â
ââSirâ?!â he looked at his robot, as if exchanging a look of amusement with it. âHow polite! No need for that though⌠You can call me âStrade.ââ His grin took on a more sadistic turn now.Â
At first you only felt the tendons and muscles in your leg pulling farther. It felt like the strings of flesh that made up the leg were growing taut, breaking one by one. Then a snap, and you let out a scream to join the others as you fell to the ground, now missing a leg.Â
You looked up at the sky, dazed as he waved your removed appendage above you, raining your own blood onto you. Then the ungodly pain hit you, and you began to wail, moving to sit up, crawl away, ANYTHING to help yourself.Â
âWhoops! Youâre a little fragile it seems.â Strade said, looking down at you with a cocked brow. âHere let me cauterize that for you, canât have you bleeding out.âÂ
âDONâT TOUCH ME.â you managed. He didnât listen, he had no reason to. Searing pain, the smell of burning flesh and cooking meat, the sound of the fat in your stump rendering and sizzling against the green flames. Your eyes rolled back up into your head, you couldnât take it anymore.Â
At least if you passed out you could escape this. The world plummeted away into forgiving darkness for only a moment though before you were dragged back, kicking and screaming by him lifting you by your arm now.Â
âHey! Donât pass out! I canât have fun like that!â He shook you, spraying something down your throat. Water? Instincts made you gulp down at it greedily, despite it coming too fast. It was spilling down your front and as you began to cough and choke, he took the canister away.Â
His grin danced in front of your face again now, staring down at you.Â
âAh⌠How cute.â He mumbled. âI wish I could fuck you right now but. This suit is a pain to get off. Takes me almost 20 minutes every night, could you believe it?â he laughed. You whimpered, flipping yourself onto your stomach in an attempt to crawl away. A hand on your back, fingers digging into your skin, stopped you.Â
âHey.â Stradeâs voice took on a heated growl now. âI said I wanted to have fun with you. And I will.â you whimpered, pressing your face into the dirt. He was going to kill you anyways, why couldnât he just get it over with?Â
With a sick lurch in your stomach you realized this had to be the man who was gaining such a reputation for his cruelty. You grit your teeth, holding back more tears, not wanting to drown in self pity just now. If he was distracted with you, that meant thereâd be time for others to escape him-Â
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of air on your skin, as you heard the sound of fabric tearing. You whipped your head back, watching in horror as he threw your pants aside, then pet one of his robot tentacles like a dog.Â
âWeâll just have to settle for this!â he said, grinning down at you. âTry not to enjoy it too much!â he gave your head the same pet he gave his robots, your eyes wide with horror as the tentacle plunged into you.Â
You let out a caterwauling scream as it pushed your flesh aside, into your freshly exposed entrance. Not caring what it tore, what it hit, it quickly began to piston in and out of you. It was deriving no pleasure from this though, he just wanted to see you squirm.Â
You threw your head back to scream again, staring at him and begging an unasked question.Â
âLet me guess.â he said, smiling as he continued to play with your hair, a tender gesture that contrasted sharply with the violence he was inflicting. âYou want to know why?âÂ
Snot was running down your nose as your tears flowed anew. He leaned in close, and you gave a gag as he suddenly kissed you, messy, tongue invading your mouth. It felt as much of a violation as his appendage destroying your sex.Â
You bit down on his tongue quickly, content to have at least this bit of control and resistance. Strade lurched back with a hiss of pain, his hand instantly on his mouth to inspect the damage you caused. Blood trickled out of his mouth as he felt his wounded tongue, still smiling. In fact, he looked even more excited now.Â
âBecause I canâ he answered, standing back up and planting a boot on your back to hold you in place. You were still being violated by that tentacle of his, and you could only squirm in place.Â
âNow! I wanna try something new with this one! Letâs try⌠burning them from the inside out! Like barbecue!â You couldnât even find the energy to scream in horror as you felt the heat of plasma getting ready to fire build up inside the tentacle. It was hot, it was burning your insides. You shut your eyes, ready for the fiery end, the release of death.Â
Until the appendage cooled suddenly. Strade was making a noise, as if talking to someone over a mic.Â
âNo Iâm not messing around⌠Iâm doing what we were ordered too-... Yes, Iâll head back immediately.â he let out a groan of annoyance, and you suddenly felt a kick to your side as the tentacle was pulled out.Â
For the first time since you met him, Strade looked properly annoyed now. He glowered down at you.Â
âI was nowhere near finished with you⌠I donât want to make this quickâŚâ One of the tentacles ends sharpened into a point, as if ready to plunge into you and provide a killing blow. You swallowed dryly, staring up at him.Â
âPlease⌠Please just kill meâŚâ You whispered, begging. Heâd be doing you a kindness at this point. There was no way you were going to survive these wounds, no one had the medical equipment except for the other side. If you arrived at the base like this, theyâd likely just put you down out of kindness.Â
Strade looked down at you, seemingly deep in thought. Then..Â
âActually.â He pressed a button on his headset. âI got⌠A prisoner of war with me.â he glanced down at you, a grin creeping up his face.Â
âTheyâll need emergency medical attention, but I have reason to believe theyâll be useful toâŚ.. Us.â It felt like your stomach and chest had been filled with ice water, and you gasped for air looking up at him.Â
âWh-Why? WHY?!â you shrieked, using up the last of your energy to scream at him. Your arms were shaking with effort to hold your upper half up, and the ground below you had turned to a disgusting mud made of dirt, your blood, tears and sweat.Â
âIâm not done with youâŚâ Strade responded, getting back down onto one knee to stroke your hair again. âWe arenât monsters though, donât worry. Youâll get proper care, and when my superiors realize that you donât have much information to giveâŚâÂ
His grip in your locks tightened, and he pulled you up to get in your face. His breath was hot against your cheek.Â
âIâll take good care of you⌠I bet youâd look so much prettier with a new set of legs, and I bet those arms could be replaced too. Youâll be my special toy. My gift to you, as the one who almost got away. Arenât I such a nice guy?â he cooed.Â
âOh, and this way youâll actually get to meet my partner! Sheâs cute too, Iâm sure you both will get along splendidly. Two Peas. In A Pod.â he enunciated. You suddenly had a feeling that his partner, whoever she was, may be stuck in a similar situation to you.Â
You stared off into the distance, unable to summon anymore tears as you listened to him talk on and on. Death would have been such a kind fate at this point. But Strade didnât have any kindness in him.Â
Strade poisoned everything he touched, not just your city and country, but anyone who got close to him too. It was just who he was, and he did it because he could.Â
You heard the distant sound of rubble falling and screams echoing. What you had once become numb too was now shaking emotions from you again. You were going to miss those sounds, the sounds that had become synonymous with home.Â
