#rupert oc

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► Nox, go ahead and offer yourself up to be branded by Rupert :3

Nox fidgeted with his hair. It was, for once, down and frizzy instead the image of perfection it usually is. He'd sent Dayzel on an errand while he did this. He'd gone to Rupert's apartment alone.

As Soon as Rupert answered the door, his face shifted to concern and he quickly ushered his best friend inside. "Nox? What's up?" He placed a hand on Nox's shoulder.

"I... Have to ask you something." Nox pulled away and bit at his knuckle.

"Yeah... Yeah sure. Anything." Rupert cautiously sat down on his beat up couch and gestured for Nox to sit next to him.

Nox sat down but faced the side so he could still look at Rupert, but he refused to meet his eyes. "I... I want-" he cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh.

"It's ok, take your time." Rupert placed a warm hand on Nox's thigh, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

Nox took a deep breath and placed his hand over his friend's. "I... I want you to mark me."

As soon as it was spoken, Rupert froze. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to mark me." Nox repeated, holding Rupert's hand tightly.

"But why?" Rupert asked in an incredulous whisper.

"I just do. Trust me... Just don't question it." Nox shook his head and fiddled with his hair again with his free hand.

"Did something happen with Dayz-" Rupert started but Nox interrupted him

"NO! No... This has nothing to do with him." Nox huffed. "I just... I want you to mark me."

"Nox you know what that would mean. I would own you." Rupert narrowed his eyes, his voice measured.

Nox nodded. "I know. I want you to. But I want to keep it a secret."

"Is this a kink thing-?"

"It's not a kink thing!" Nox let out an exasperated sigh and yanked his hand away. "Just... I want this. I need you to hold me accountable."

Rupert paused, silent for a moment. He took a deep breath and gently took Nox's hand again and kissed his knuckles tenderly. "... Ok. I'll do it. Where do you want it?"

Nox took his hand back and unbuttoned his shirt a bit and pulled it to the side. He took Rupert's hand and placed it over his heart. "Here."

"Are you sure?" Rupert looked hesitant.

"I am." Nox offered a small smile.

"What will you tell Dayzel?" Rupert started to pull his hand away, but Nox grabbed his wrist and held it in place.

"I'll tell him I got a tattoo..." Nox tried to sound confident.

"Don't you hate tattoos? And you have an incredibly low pain tolerance..." Rupert raised an eyebrow.

"I'll tell him I changed my mind. I'll-" Nox took a deep breath. "I'll even let him get his own tattoo too."

Rupert seemed surprised. "You're really serious aren't you?"

"I am." He nodded, squeezing Rupert's wrist gently.

Rupert looked into Nox's eyes and searched for any doubt or hesitation, finding none he took another deep breath and sighed. "I guess we're really doing this then..." He reached for Nox's free hand. "Squeeze my hand if it's too much. I don't know how bad it'll hurt, but I doubt it'll be pleasant."

Nox nodded silently and braced himself, already squeezing Rupert's hand lightly.

Rupert closed his eyes and focused on doing what he was meant to do. His palm slowly heated up on Nox’s pale and sensitive skin, until it reached scorching hot temperatures. 

Nox’s mouth opened but only strangled short sounds came out. The only reason he didn’t scream was because it felt like he had no air to breathe. He was practically crushing Rupert’s hand with how hard he was squeezing. But then Rupert’s hand started to cool down leaving behind a stinging, burning, tender feeling over his chest. Slowly Nox forced himself to breathe. Rupert pulled his hand away and stared at the black lines left on Nox’s chest in the shape of a flaming heart. “It’s done…” He said softly. Nox hesitantly let go of Rupert’s hand and immediately went to touch the mark, but Rupert caught his wrist. “It’s still fresh… I wouldn’t try to touch it yet.”

Nox lamely nodded, still reeling. “O-ok.”

“Here, let me get some of my tattoo aftercare supplies for you to take home and really sell it. Plus it probably couldn’t hurt to actually use them.” Rupert brought Nox’s hand up and gave it another gentle kiss before getting up.

“Ok…” Nox repeated as his hand fell at his side.

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[blackberry-nightingale]

11 and 19 foe Rupert?

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11) Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Rupert is heavily inspired by @thewhumpywitch 's characters Jackson Boon(e?) and Charlie. It was mostly intentional but not in the way of copying. Mostly it was my simping for the two characters and creating a character inspired by the two.

19) What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

I really like his personality. He's just... Quirky. He's very homely with a lot of edge. My least favorite is probably how one dimensional he is. He was made to be an antagonist and he's not as fleshed out as some of my other characters. So he's pretty one note.

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[blackberry-bloody]

Dayzel's rescue Pt. 1

Something that's been in the works for a long time-

CWs: "broken" whumpee/ no longer defiant whumpee, whumpee plotting suicide by proxy (implied but not described), whumpee thinking caretaker is new whumper (briefly at the end), whumpee blaming themself for treatment.

Dayzel supposed, he really should have seen it coming. He’d long since grown tired of fighting, and simply lay where Rupert put him. Did as Rupert told him. And for a time, things seemed better. He was allowed a bed and certain comforts. Physically he was left mostly unharmed.

But… Rupert was spending less and less time with him. Gone for longer and longer periods of time. Leaving him chained in bed half the time, and drugged out of his mind the other half. He didn’t even have it in him to flinch when the door would burst open, and angered shouting filled the room. He simply lay there in a haze of nothing. He’d let Rupert turn him into the perfect, obedient doll he’d wanted. He’d become… Boring. It’d taken only two years, which he knew should have made him angry. But he was just so numb now.

He heard the lock mechanism turning in the heavy door, making him sigh and slowly shift to watch as Rupert entered. He just barely mustered the energy to plaster on a smile and stiffly sit up. Careful not to yank on the chain around his ankle. “Welcome back!-” 

“Shut up.” Rupert snapped at him and ran a hand through his own hair, clearly agitated already.

Dayzel snapped his jaw shut so quickly he bit his tongue. He curled his hands around the blankets… So it was going to be one of those days again. 

“You know… I went through a lot of trouble to get you.” Rupert took a deep breath, taking a step closer, leaning over the bed. Dayzel nodded, even though he knew Rupert was just rambling at him. “And even more trouble to get you… Like this.” He reached his hand and gestured to Dayzel’s much more frail… Much more broken self. Dayzel nodded again.

Rupert stood back up to his full height before walking over to Dayzel fully. Placing a hand against his bare shoulder and trailing it up to cup Dayzel’s cheek, gently lifting it so he could look Rupert in the eyes. Dayzel gave no resistance, but he did notice that there was something in the fire demon’s face that screamed dangers. Long dead alarms ringing in Dayzel’s fuzzy mind.

Rupert’s grin looked wild. Like watching a forest fire from far too close for comfort. Dangerous, all consuming, unpredictable… Hungry.

“But after today, you won’t cause me any more trouble.”

Dayzel felt such a visceral chill run down his spine, he was sure branches of his frost were crawling along it. He felt as though his own grave had been walked over.

Rupert rolled his eyes and tsked, retracting his hand. “Don’t give me that look. You had to know eventually it would come to this.” He pulled back the covers and looked at Dayzel with revulsion. Marred and scarred by his own hand. Dayzel closed his eyes, his mind racing with things he would never be able to say. His thoughts spiraled into chaos until- “Lucky for you, I found a buyer.” 

The statement hit Dayzel like a freight train. And he snapped his eyes open. An odd mix of relief and fear taking over, but he simply nodded in acknowledgement. Careful not to express either in his forced smile. Although he couldn’t hide the tremor in his hands as he placed them in his lap, while he waited for Rupert to continue.

“They’ll be here tonight, and you’re making me a good amount of money. A last gift to myself for all the shit you put me through. So… While we’re waiting-” Rupert’s expression hardened again as he brushed a strand of hair out of Dayzel’s face. “Let’s get you all prettied up one last time, huh? I don’t want them seeing you for what you actually are. Otherwise they might back out of the deal…” He patted Dayzel’s cheek. “After all… Who in their right mind would want this?” he stood up and gestured vaguely at Dayzel.

Dayzel took a deep breath. “And… If they do-…?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “If they do back out? You’d kill me?” He needed to hear him actually say it. Needed absolute confirmation.

Rupert gave him a leveled look. “Yes. So don’t try anything stupid…” He reached out to the cuff chaining Dayzel’s ankle to the bed and unlocked it. Dayzel nodded in understanding. The last spark of his defiance suddenly lighting up… He would make sure whoever was coming to get him didn’t want him. And thus ending his nightmare once and for all. What else did he have left for him after all? Rupert backed up allowing Dayzel to weakly stand up and follow him out, already forming plans to be the absolute menace he used to be for this new buyer.

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Dayzel limped behind Rupert, an old confidence steeling himself against whoever was waiting in the next room. Rupert had taken the time to cover his scars and tattoos, only leaving his claim mark visible. He’d done his damnedest to make Dayzel seem desirable and Dayzel was determined to make it all a waste. His expression was void of emotion as Rupert pushed open the door and pulled him in behind him. There was someone at the opposite end. Their back facing the two of them. A boiling rage was bubbling to his surface as Dayzel’s arm twitched. He had to do it now. 

He gave no warning before charging, running full sprint towards the figure. Even Rupert was caught off guard as he let go of Dayzel’s leash in surprise. Good…

He snarled, resembling a vicious animal rather than a person. But he wasn’t a person anymore was he? And he wouldn’t live to regret this either way… But then the person turned around and Dayzel froze in his tracks. He was so thrown that his legs gave out under him in his horror. Full body trembling overtook him as frost rapidly inched across his skin. It couldn’t be… But it was. 

He pulled himself into a kneeling position with his head bowed, his wings spread behind him. A demon’s sign of utter submission. “Mibium…” Dayzel breathed. Mibum… Mibium was the one buying him. How had he screwed up so royally that Mibium wanted to buy him back as a pet rather than as a boyfriend.

[blackberry-ink]

Saw a "shirt" while scrolling through pintrest. And decided to draw Rupert in it.

honestly I absolutely love how it turned out!

@emmettnet, @icyheart-and-friends, @fyrnnicular

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[C] 'SVTFOE' Style: Rupert and Abby (OCs) by Mast3r-Rainb0w

Two OCs as part of a paid commission. They each belong to their respective owner, but the artwork was made by ME, of course! Enjoy!

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Ian, if you could choose another of JJ's characters to be your dad, who would you choose? (breaking the fourth wall here sorry lol)

"That's an interesting question..." Ian paused and reached up to tug at his beard as he thought. "Well... My first choice, knowing what I know, I'd say Reigns. He's already my father figure outside my actual dad. He's a really chill guy really and he and I really get along with him for the most part."

He lets his hand fall "If I were breaking the forth wall with knowledge I shouldn't know. I'd say either Rupert or Marley." He smiles. "Rupert would be more of a mentor figure and would actually help me come into my power, and how to hone in my emotions. At least that's what I think."

"Marley I feel like would be a fun father figure. I feel like they'd teach me a lot. And they definitely wouldn't be as critical of me as my other choices."

[blackberry-bloody]

dog tricks for dayzel?

Sorry this took so long! Took me a while to put the idea I had into an actual scene.

Prompt from here

CWs: Shock collar, pet whump, dehumanization, "training" whumpee.

Dayzel knew he'd pushed his luck too damn far today. He watched Rupert stare down at his bloody hand from where Dayzel has bitten him...

For just a moment, Dayzel thought to apologize, to beg, to grovel. He was just so tired of being in pain. But then he felt disgusted with himself... He couldn't give in...

He twitched, going to shift away from Rupert. But then his neck exploded in pain. His collar electrifying has nerves, sending him crashing to the floor again. When his vision stopped swimming and he could just barely catch his breath, Rupert's boots came into view right next to his head.

"Roll over." Rupert's voice was firm, with a barely contained anger.

Dayzel looked up at him. "Wha- AAAAA!" He started to ask, only to be met with another shock. He could hear Rupert talking to him, but he couldn't hear what was being said. When the shocks stopped again he glanced up.

"I said. Roll over." Rupert repeated.

Dayzel knew better than to question him a second time. He gathered what little strength he had after being shocked twice and rolled onto his back. He tried not to think about how vulnerable it made him.

"Good boy. Now speak." Rupert ordered in the same voice. Normally by now, he'd be smirking and snarking at Dayzel... But his expression was devoid of any emotion.

"Fuck you -!" He was cut off by a swift kick in the ribs courtesy of Rupert's boots. Making him curl onto his side protectively on instinct. "What the fuck?!"

Rupert sighed, before kneeling down and grabbing a fistful of Dayzel's hair, yanking on it and forcing him to make eye contact. "If you're going to act like an unruly dog that need training. Then I'll treat you like an unruly dog that needs training. Now... Let's try this again. Roll over."

Dayzel was far too afraid to fight, uncurling himself as quickly as possible and rolling onto his back, trying hard not to cry.

[blackberry-bloody]

u know I love Dayzel

blindfold + whip or fishing line? (That one just seems unique)

ESPECIALLY if it's a sketch or doodle, but fic is also good 🫡

Since I did fishing line for the last request, I went with just blindfold and whip. but don't worry, I still made the whip super unique~

Fun fact: Demon tails are incredibly sharp.

CWs: mild gore, visible bones