Hey guys I'm doing commissions right now because my great grandmother just passed away and I wanna help with some of the funeral costs. If you would like to commission me please DM me or donate that would be greatly appreciated.
Had a bit of a rough weekend and needed cheering up, so I figure why not cheer myself up with some holiday cheer? Signups for Season’s Beatings 2025 are officially OPEN!!!
Link to the signup form here!
The form will stay open until November 28. I’m going to take November 29 and 30 to get everyone paired up, and you’ll get your gift information on December 1. Gift submission closes December 25 at midnight Mountain Time! There’ll be a five day cushion for my standby people to make extra gifts if needed, and once again everyone will receive their gifts on December 31 at midnight to ring in the New Year!
Just like last year, I have a safety net for latecomers who may not see the event signup until too late and be disappointed that they can’t participate. If you happen to come across this post after November 28, until December 5 you can still join! You’ll have to sign up with a friend, however, and you and your friend will exchange gifts. So you won’t get the mystery element of wondering who your gifter is, but you will still get to participate in the event! After December 5, the event will be fully closed and I won’t be able to take any more participants. But hopefully by then, everyone’s aboard!
Our event Discord server will open when signups close! You don’t have to be participating in the event to hop in and say hi! It’s just a place to chat and have fun while we all work on gifts for our people.
I also want to make this super extra clear this year- gifts cannot be made with any form of AI. No ifs, ands, buts, or open-fire roasted chestnuts.
Happy holidays! Feel free to ask questions if you’ve got them, and I’ll be in your inbox on December 1st to hand out gift assignments!
started by @illustriousshadow featuring characters from HE and ME and @dr-abitat-blog and @whumpsmith and @sheepthesmallchicken and @tsukareta819 and cosmicchrysalis and mattgid (both on deviantart)!!
a big ol Western AU for our OCs. i got to name the towns hehehe. this is Version One bc mr shadow has been reworking it but i wanna post art NOW so here's all the old shit. all you need to know is ppl get tied up a lot lmao
A WHOLE BUNCH OF PORTRAITS FOR THE MATTER OF TIME CHARACTERS
first pic top row: malian, chaiyo, rune
first pic second row: kosum, dara, isra
second pic: teerasak and yanisa
third pic: rachotai and abidan
fourth pic: maren and jonam
i started these mostly to show the family resemblance with chaiyo's siblings, but i figured i should do non-family members for a frame of reference LOL this isnt my usual style but i rly like these
Hey guys! I'm doing emergency commissions because my sister crashed my mom's van into a stump. Fortunately she's not hurt but the van is destroyed in the front. If you want to commission me or just share this it'll be very much appreciated, that van is the only way I could get to work.
This was a commission for @sheepthesmallchicken thank you so much for commissioning me!
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There was little light down in the dungeons. The cells lacked windows, illuminated only by the small clusters of bioluminescent coral. Boo, however, didn’t need the light to communicate.
He would sit by his door, pressed up against it with his ear touching the cool metal. Waiting, biding his time. The signal would be three short taps against the bottom of the door. Then, and only then, would he begin to speak.
Caspian would listen to him for hours on end, but would rarely talk back. Shame, fear, whatever it was that forced his tongue to still, it proved highly effective. Boo sometimes went days without hearing a word out of Caspian, and it was only his faith in the mer-shark that kept him talking. If he didn’t have Caspian, what hope would he have left?
Their system had been foolproof, Boo was sure of it, and yet something had escaped them. The right timing, a disloyal guard, something hadn’t gone right. Caspian hadn’t arrived at his cell one day, hadn’t rapped on his cell door at the right hour. Boo hadn’t said a word. And then it came, those three taps on the door. Boo had shot up from the floor, throwing himself at the opposite wall. The sound reverberated in the small cell, knocking about in his head without abandon. Caspian was back.
“Caspian?” Boo hissed, “You made me so worried! Where have you been?” Caspian never failed to answer him back. A grunt would have sufficed, or at least a one word sentence. But not silence, never silence.
That was when the door swung open, bathing Boo in the harsh light of the dungeon corridor. In the doorway, backlit by the light from outside, stood King Gregory. His face was hidden by shadows, but Boo could feel his eyes gnawing into him, he could imagine the smirk that twisted the King’s foul features.
“Well, well. Looks like you were caught conniving with one of my guards, Princey. How does it feel knowing you can’t outsmart me?” Greg bent almost in half, coming face to face with Boo. The young prince had promised to be on his best behaviour, if only to get rid of the painful gag and the heavy chains, if only to experience some level of freedom in this living nightmare. Fear clenched at his heart, but even so he wanted to spit at Greg, break free of his control and escape.
What he did instead was ask him, “What did you do with Caspian?” In a meek, terrified voice. He could better see Greg’s face in this position, intimately aware of the sharp teeth only inches away from his eyes, grinning sadistically down at him.
“Don’t worry,” Greg cooed, reaching over to drag a hand through Boo’s hair, “The little traitor is alive, for now. I’ll even let you see him if you promise to be a good boy about it.” Boo felt tears prick at his eyes, chest constricting with more than just fear. What choice did he have? Caspian had already risked his life for him, hadn’t he?
Boo nodded, feeling the hot tears fall down his face, “I’ll be good. Just let me see him!”
“As you wish, Princey.”
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Two guards had taken a hold of Boo’s arms, wrenching them behind him and forcing a cry past his lips. They cuffed his arms, tightening the shackles until Boo couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, then they began to drag him away down the dungeon corridor. At the end of the hallway, Greg slivered his arms around him, then pressed his hands against Boo’s eyes.
“No peeking, now.” He whispered in Boo’s ear, giving it a little nip. Boo could hear the wet smack of him licking his lips afterwards, and he shivered at the implications.
He was dragged through Greg’s castle, although the journey wasn’t very long. The hands on his shoulders and over his eyes disoriented him; he couldn’t tell which way was right and which was left with how sharp and sudden many of the turns were. Another sliver of hope left him in that moment, falling to the polished floors of Greg’s castle, completely out of Boo’s reach.
But they made it to their destination eventually. They made it to a small room lit by sconces, covered in what at first Boo thought was red paint. Such a deep shade of crimson was surely difficult to come by, only to be wasted on this dinky room?
Greg moved forward, waving a hand towards one of the guards, “Grab the traitor.” The shark bared his teeth in a mad grin, then dropped Boo and disappeared behind a curtain. Boo hadn’t realised that was there, splitting the room perfectly in half. It was as red as the walls and the floors, although spots of white still shone through it, like pearls laid out across a reddish substrate.
The curtain rippled as the guard returned, wheeling behind him a stained table covered in shackles. Upon it lay a mer, face so swollen he was barely recognisable, and his tail torn to shreds. Shark mers, like their less intelligent selachimorph cousins, lacked scales that many other fish species had. But the red, raw muscles that stood stark against the wood were unmistakable. Blood seeped into the water, following him like a cloud of parasites, leaching into the room around them. The crimson colour of the walls suddenly made sense to Boo, as the same guard disappeared again, only to return with a tray of fish hooks, knives, and other such barbaric tools. He felt sick as he noticed the frayed skin hanging loosely around the mer-shark’s belly, where a rusty knife had cut off the remains of his tail, leaving only his soft, human skin intact.
Greg’s mouth touched Boo’s cheek, his tongue lolling out to drag over Boo’s skin, “Do you recognise him, Princey? That’s your darling Caspian right there.” Boo felt bile rise to his throat, stinging the back of his mouth as he forced it back. If that really was Caspian, Boo could not recognise him. If that truly was Caspian, all Boo could do was wait there and weep.
The same guard once more approached Caspian’s body, grabbing a fistful of his hair and wrenching his head up. Caspian moaned out in pain, his eyes so black and swollen that Boo wasn’t sure he could see anything at all. Blood dribbled out of his nose and from a cut upon his lip, and when the guard let him go, he sagged back into his restraints.
Boo could still feel Greg’s presence hanging over his shoulder, grin growing wider and wider still, “Grab the tongs, you, whatever your name is!”
The guard stammered a little, looking down at the tray of tools in his hands, “My name is Mercutio, sire…”
“I don’t care! Just grab the tongs already!” The guard let out an undignified squeak, fumbling with the tools to retrieve the right one. His hands shook as he presented the tongs to the King, eyes down cast. No longer was he grinning as excitably as his King, sharing in the pleasure of Caspian’s pain. Who knew when he would replace Caspian on that table for his inevitable mistakes. Boo wished it would be soon.
Mercutio’s hands shook around the tongs, but he soon stilled when he came face to face with Caspian once more. A sadistic grin split his face, an ugly crevasse in an otherwise pleasant canvas. He reminded Boo just that little bit of Greg, and he had to wonder if everyone in this kingdom was equally sadistic.
Mercutio’s fingers slipped under Caspian’s jaw, deceptively gently, before they dug into the meat of his cheeks and forced his mouth open. A small cloud of blood burst out as Caspian spluttered, and Mercutio shoved his mouth towards it, inhaling deeply.
Greg’s hands snaked their way around Boo’s body, feeling up his stomach and chest, “Hurry it up! We don’t have all day.” Greg’s body was warm against Boo’s, but his touch made Boo’s skin crawl. He felt dirty wherever Greg’s touch lingered, marred by something that could not be washed away. It was hard to focus on Caspian and Mercutio when Greg was touching him, but the torture should be the perfect distraction, shouldn’t it?
“Right. Apologies, sire!” Mercutio whimpered, straightening back up. With one hand around Caspian’s jaw, and one still holding onto the tongs, he gave the tool a once over. The rusted, dented metal descended towards Caspian’s face, eyes as wide open as he could force them. He valiantly tried to close his mouth, but the fingers upon his jaw dug in deep, pulling more grunts and moans of pain out of him. The sounds were heart-wrenching to listen to, but Boo knew Greg wouldn’t let him miss this.
The tongs were forced into Caspian’s mouth, his lips stretching around them. There was a faint click as they clamped around a sharp, elongated tooth. That glint in Mercutio’s eyes said it all, as he began to pull. The change was instantaneous, Caspian coming alive as if electrocuted by a giant eel. His body spasmed, hands and tail straining against his bonds, as a shriek so loud, so shrill that it surely hurt to produce, fell past his lips. It echoed around the small room, filling up Boo’s ears until it could play percussion on his eardrums. It seemed to never end…
A spray of blood erupted from Caspian’s mouth, a fountain of red that shot through the water and painted the nearest wall an even deeper red. Mercutio swam back slightly, holding the tongs proudly in his hands, a single shark tooth trapped within the clamps. It wasn’t just a tooth, either, as bloody as it was, but bits of skin and muscle had come away with it as well, pinched by the clamps alongside the fang.
Greg burst out into loud laughter, applauding Mercutio as the guard grinned like a child being praised by a parent. Greg’s arms briefly left Boo’s body, letting him breath out a sigh even as more tears threatened to make his vision blurry. Although, maybe that was for the best, as then he wouldn’t have to watch Caspian twitch and spasm upon the table, his head smacking against the wood as he continued to shriek and scream from the pain. Every so often he would gag, spluttering and forcing more blood out of his throat in a fountain-like spray. Then, he could go back to his screaming.
“How about another!” Greg cheered, plucking the tooth away from his guard. Mercutio nodded with a giddy smile, returning to Caspian’s side.
“Haven’t you done enough to him?” Boo asked. For a brief moment, he worried that Greg hadn’t heard him, voice too choked with tears to rise above Caspian’s continued wail. But then, Greg’s head slowly turned towards him, grin disconcertingly wide.
“Done? Princey, haven’t you learned anything yet? I’m not done with him until he’s dead!” Greg ended his words with a hysterical laugh, doubling over as he shrieked louder than Caspian. At some point it was hard to distinguish whose voice was whose, who was laughing and who was screaming. Boo could only tell that the crying was coming from him, joining into a crescendo with the other two, his tears running hot down his reddened cheeks.
He didn’t know when all the noise stopped, it seemed to take hours. Greg wiped a few tears of amusement from his eyes, when leant over to lick the tears from Boo’s cheeks. Mercutio was still standing over Caspian, now so still that he barely seemed to be breathing. The only one not affected by any of this was the second guard, faceless and nameless, who hadn’t said a word during the entire time they had been there.
Greg let out a few more chuckles, then wrapped his arms around Boo once more. He grinned over at Mercutio.
“Shall we continue, then?”
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