#ok enough tags i prommy

[twyrineslut]

do u understand

[misty-wisp]

happy birthday to the bestie @sirenspells!!!! here's a redraw of an old piece of hers :3c sunako my beloved

siren tysm for being my friend and sticking by me <3 ily /p

[bogos-bint3d]

Did you guys know???? Blows up pancakes with mind,

[abominandus]

finally. the elusive ocs i blog about sometimes

grace (left, she/her) and maxie (right, he/him) augustine are siblings. neither knew this until very recently. maxie is a trans man and ran away from home in his teens for multiple reasons. instead of looking for him, his parents decided to simply have another child, name her what they named him, and pretend like they never had a first child. their second child is grace.

these versions of them are for my friend vinny (@/goblinkingvinny)’s campaign, where i play grace & maxie is an npc. there’s another campaign where maxie’s the pc and grace is the npc, but that’s for another day! (that campaign also came first lol)

grace is a cleric & barbarian, and gets both strength and rage from her god, a dragon called the red overseer. she tries her best to be the perfect daughter, but nothing seems to be working.

maxie is a rogue & illusion wizard. he is a con-man with a shady past, but a heart of gold when it really comes down to it.

[beelas-bees]

and if I said run away was the best solo song...?

[angeltism]

grabbing uu all by the shoulders is this legible

[foulfaced]

hrm… i need to post more consistently…

[offireandflesh]

Basic Info

Of Fire and Flesh is an AU set in modern times, but wow!! zombie apocalypse !! all the characters were in the same big city when the break out happened, so they're all in the same vague area and cross paths.

This is primarily a horror survivial AU, and to be blatant and open about it, apocalypses are my special interest and I despise the genre for its impracticality, lack of focus, and male power fantasy; this AU is not that. it's about survival, trusting in each other, and creating a future humanity can thrive in again. Even if it takes time to get to that point.

The story isn't necessarily told in a linear story and may jump around based on what I wanna do lmao. If you're confused on the timeline don't be afraid to ask!

the colour palette;

For the sake of the more dark and gritty vibes as well as a fun challenge for myself, I use a very limited colour palette in this AU across the entire cast and any backgrounds. If you'd like to draw anything for this AU you don't have to follow it by any means !!!

shipping;

There is linkshipping in this AU. What's canon and not canon will be very spotty, but you can go ahead and ship anything you want.

Since it's lozverse and not just linkverse, there's also possibility for wacky crossover ships of different kinds~

Just as a note because I don't talk about it much, in general with my AUs while I might write characters with my own gender and sexuality headcanons in mind, you can think whatever you want of the characters, and I'll indulge any hcs.👍I'm here to have fun this is a big part of that to me.

This is an aggressively transgender and gay and queer as fuck space. Queerphobes can fuck off kindly!

me;

My main is @slaingelo if you like the four swords manga and want to see more from me! I use it/she/he pronouns.

Because this AU started on my main as an FSA au, you can find some old posts and a ficlet in the tag over there. I'm unsure if I'll move them to this blog or not; I might edit the fic to repost it, I dunno, we'll see! If I get into writing enough for this au I also might just make a collection on ao3. Shrug!

The program I use is clipstudio paint and I tend to just stick with the default pen real g-brush for my lines.

inbox;

If you have questions or comments about the AU feel free to shoot them at me! Whether I'll do art suggestions is very on and off depending on whether or not it fits what I have going on for the characters in question in terms of plot, but even if I reject a suggestion I prommy I won't be mean so don't be scared. I'm not scary !!! I'm just fluffy wolfgirl ok?

Also since this isn't like a comic or a coherent single fic, you're free to just ask about plot related stuff and I'll ramble about it lmaoo I have too much on my plate with another AU I'm making a fancomic for to worry about keeping this one's story hush hush before I find some way to finish it.

[rowavolo]

how dare you not elaborate on maleko,,,, “oh he’s basically just my take on capitano” what Is It,,,,, holds out a plate like a poor victorian boy,,,,

— blue (ty for the acct and the tag btw!! i will go snooping now)

HELLO im so sorry. i genuinely forgot not everyone has the same exact brand of capitano brainrot that my partner and i do . so some ramblies below the cut in a very disorganised fashion :3

there may also be some spoilers in here for the capitano x kemonomimi reader fic im working on which will totally get updated one day i prommy

Ok so Maleko (hereby referred to as capitano) is indeed my take on GI capitano but better in every single way (joking but only a little)

I sort of passively imagine him to also be from the old mondstadt, so he has some knowledge surrounding that, and it's extra jarring when he tries to speak Mondstad's native language, people are just sort of like. "um. why are you speaking in ye olde german mondstadt"

despite what his muscle and strength might have you believe, he's genuinely not a very violent guy, he just happens to be willing to use anything and everything at his disposal to reach whatever end goals are in his mind (presumably something god-hating. or maybe hes just tagging along for the funny)

he's also fiercely loyal, as in would die and kill for someone at a moment's notice level of loyal. its almost unnerving.

he's also very very quiet - folks dont tend to notice it due to how loud his presence seems, but he barely utters a word - his orders usually get passed through his generals or simple grunts or hand gestures. it's shockingly effective.

on a similar note, i do imagine he actually has selective mutism that kicks in around more than a handful of people, but it's not really something that seems to hinder him

I know he's some species of Creature to me. not entirely sure which. definitely dragon-adjacent (of course), but there's also a part of me that wants him to be something with an exoskeleton, so that in some places, the armour is literally just Him. He definitely has a more beasty form to go along with the humanoid one too!

hes actually a huge softie, but hides it well enough that nobody ever really notices or questions it (though his fellow harbingers do like to speculate behind his back. theyre just Like That. gossipy mom group)

wears his hair tightly wound/braided in protective styles, it's super long and he needs it out of the way especially during battle (yes hes creature. yes he can have hair. these two can coexist). He'll occasionally adorn it with little trinkets and the like, but his main concern is keeping it from hindering him Without lopping it all off (he finds it more difficult to care for and make look Good when it's short. it just goes FLOOF).

Actually really enjoys strategizing. He's a powerhouse on the field and can turn the tide of a battle at a moments notice, but given time to plan ahead, he usually doesn't need to (i imagine him and kokomi would actually have a lot to talk about!). Because of this, there are also some board games he enjoys, as well as genius invocation.

he is not very expressive. it is very hard to tell when/if he likes someone because the line between tolerance and annoyance is so so blurred. folks say it's due to the helmet but in actuality his face is just Like That.

he is, however, very polite. unless someone is actively hindering him in some way while hes trying to do something, he will not do anything about it. but if they start getting in the way, theyre getting grabbed by the scruff like a kitten and put at arm's length.

oh hes also very big. VERY BIG. closer in size to the robot we see sandrone with in the trailer, if anything. like. brick wall of a man big. has to duck under most doorways big. HUUUUGE. foul legacy sized at the very LEAST. just broader.

he doesn't often find time to indulge in any hobbies, and even if he does, he tends to spend it training instead because the idea of not doing useful things sets him on edge.

HOWEVER if someone (cough . me . cough. ) were to force him to take a break, he'd enjoy hobbies that involve creating things for the ones he loves. Woodcarving is definitely a past time of his, he's a very good cook (but refuses to do it because he knows others will bother him about it), and he has a soft spot for cheesy romance books (like.. they stare wistfully at each other from across the ballroom level cheesy) and period pieces.

i feel like theres so so much more to say about him but i cant THINK of it right now. but anyways my cappy my beloved hes soooo silly <3!!!!!!

I hope this was enough to feed you, Blue!!

Friendly reminder not to copy or repost my work, feed it to AI learning modules, or otherwise steal it!

[anthyies]

8 plz explain the disc horse to me

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i feel like i could write an essay about this. you're so lucky you left twitter btw you don't even know the amount of times ive been like look at this stupid opinion. so.

a) i literally don't think tim and jason have any sort of relationship at all like literally. their interactions should be a) titans tower attack, but like for hilarity points. not angst points. its objectively funny that jason made an adult sized robin costume and then put on clothes over that to attack tim n its objectively funny that tim's reaction to getting beat up was like yeah im still better than you <3. b) that one time tim kicked him in the balls. and thats it. thats all. like can we please talk about tim's relationships w his other siblings . please . i'm dying

b) i mean you know and i know that fandom hates women and people of color so i'm just going to leave it at this. and science experiment: go into the cassandra cain/stephanie brown tag and see how much stuff in there is literally not related to them at all. also the background lesbianification of them like they're crazy they do not get enough credit for the. hallucinating her bringing you back from the dead twice after she died. and nobody talks about their ISSUES and PROBLEMS something about me is i love when women have issues like yeah they're sweet and they're going to kiss but also. sometimes they can poke each other's sore spots and its INTERESTING!!!! they are not simple soft and sweet background women they should be the STARS of the SHOW. literally first base martyrdom second base raising each other from the dead third base eye contact.

c) my life is soooo hard i'll text you and explain the gay people properly i prommy but you know the special kind of hell where you like the most popular gay people but like, they're popular in the wrong way nobody GETS them. this is compounded by bat favoritism... enough about tim's issues i'm going to pretend he doesn't have any if that's what it takes to talk about KON'S issues.

d) people take damian cutting tim's line too far like its ok guys. it was resolved in the comic book. like it's fine he's literally itty bitty preteen raised to murder its fine. and rr hit list arc is like uncomfortably mean and hostile to damian in narration so tbh people should be trying to make up for that not make more tim angst

e) MY.. OPINIONS ABOUT TIM'S PARENTS.. ARE VERY IN DEPTH. and i've talked about them in tags before. but i think everyone needs to learn some NUANCE!!

sorry this is FIVE fandom opinions. everyone is so wrong. it's a terrible massive game of telephone

[coppercanary]

I posted 13,581 times in 2022

That's 2,001 more posts than 2021!

14 posts created (0%)

13,567 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@abyssopelagiccs

@theminecraftbee

@binomist

@bdoubleowo

I tagged 1,456 of my posts in 2022

#grian - 218 posts

#fave - 207 posts

#gtwscar - 113 posts

#etho - 101 posts

#save - 96 posts

#bdubs - 96 posts

#hermitcraft - 85 posts

#import.txt - 77 posts

#mumbo - 67 posts

#empires - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#also if skizz was in dlsmp and he didn't get impulse as his soulmate im sorry but that'll be a crime. they share hearts all the time already

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi! List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Spread the happiness and positivity

(creature... That's a funky creature in your icon)

hi! :D

(yeeee the baba is such a creature . an Animal. i love them so much)

things that make me happy hmmm ,, reading (particularly fanfics tbh fjdjdh), my frens (looking @ the dynamos and chaos server here love you guys <3), i really love warm blankets, hot chocolate, and having little quiet moments to myself where i can just relax and breathe . is nice :3

2 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#4

our dog oscar had a minor surgery this morning , luckily now he is home safe and well, if very sleepy. he has to wear the Cone of Shame But Soft tm and can’t walk around much but he’s been napping since i got home anyways <3

2 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#3

heyo finally gonna make a pinned. after over 20k posts . yay?

we're the aviary (system), collectively we go by plural they/them

on our blog you’ll find mostly mcyt content - hermitcraft and third/last life mostly - plus anything else we think is worth reblogging, ie shitposts

asks and dms are always open we'll do our best to reply

we try not to engage in discourse, please don’t come to us with the intention of harassment, either aimed at us or any other group adding onto the above we post and reblog shipping content . we'll tag it if asked to however if you're heavily against that this probably isn't the place for you

we love seeing like / rb spam!!! feel free to do it to your content it makes us very happy to see

don’t have a specific dni / byf or whatever just don’t be creepy ok? ok cool. aviary out (some more misc info below cut)

alter info (just the ones you'll see around most often):

canary, host, they/them or ae/aer - main one running this blog, mostly it's me you'll see doing stuff grian, c!grian fictive, he/him or xe/xem - i think the c things are weird im just grian but not in mc anymore there are more of us but they can make their own intros if and when they want

tagging system is as follows: [name]talks - we say random shit [name]answers - answering stuff people throw at our inbox [name]draws - art tag [name] refers to the person responsible for the post

3 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#2

baba

babababababbabababbaabbababababababababab

3 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

discovering that there is no fandom for the wildings + the hundred names of darkness on tumblr is making me sad . pleas eplease please why do my favourite cat books not get enough appreciation ): they’re better than waca i prommy

if anyone has read them and wants to talk hmu

4 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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[calciferstims]

wait a minute I just realized I have followers here that are also into ofmd. bitch how are YOU guys feeling after the convention HUH. fuckin talk to me. I know you’re there. motherfuckers.

[roughentumble]

"it fixes the winchester codependency issue"

i dont know how to tell you this, but that's a feature, not a bug

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #17: Papercut

Masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, starvation, begging, death wish, very slight mouth whump

tags sound bad but this is the happy one ok i prommy

-

It had been a month since Jim brought Kane home, and they were settling into a routine. Every morning, Jim would wash up, eat breakfast, and go get Kane. He would wait outside the bathroom while Kane washed up, the two would just do their usual all day, and he would lock Kane back downstairs before sunset. Kane’s injuries were almost all the way healed by now, though Jim still denied his repeated insistence on trying to help around the house. Even healed, he was clearly too weak to be moving around much, and Jim didn’t really need help anyway.

Jim didn’t have a job-- he was still making enough royalties off the book. The stupid book, even ten years later. Against All Odds: The True Story of Jim Lieberman. A fucking international bestseller based on interviews with him. Truth be told, he still hadn’t read the damn thing all the way through. He’d tried, of course, but he just couldn’t. He’d read the ending a million times, though. That was the part he liked, the part where he got out.

The book made him seem like a superhero. He got out, and then the book ended, all nice and clean. No PTSD, no chronic pain, no fucking nightmares where he never really left. No trying to finish high school at 25 and failing. No trying therapy and failing. No sitting in the bathtub in his sister’s house, clutching the stick he found in the woods so tightly it made his hands bleed, screaming at her that he can’t go to bed because Kane is going to find him. No moving to the middle of nowhere to get away from everyone who had read the book all the way through, to get away from the looks in their eyes that told him they knew all the details.

And certainly no keeping his former jailer captive in his basement.

They spent most of the day watching T.V., usually. Jim loved T.V. and he loved movies, always had. Back when he was Kane’s prisoner, the vampire had a T.V., but it wasn’t connected to anything. It could only play whatever VHS tapes Kane had. No episodes of Jim’s favorite shows. No new material. No news of the outside world. Now, he could watch as much as he wanted.

Kane seemed content to sit on the couch, huddled comfortably in a ball with the hood of his jacket pulled up. Sometimes he would bring the blanket up, too, though he’d started doing it less and less. Jim took it as a sign that he was beginning to feel safer, after a month of peace.

It almost seemed like it could go on like this forever.

Jim lived far enough away from the nearest town that he only got his mail delivered once a week, and today was mail day. As usual, it was mostly junk. As he thumbed through the letters and leaflets, he accidentally sliced his thumb on the sharp edge of one of the papers.

Instantly, something hit him with such force that he was knocked to the ground, the back of his head hitting the wooden floor hard as he looked up.

Kane, an uninjured, hungry vampire, was right on top of him, fangs bared and eyes crazed mere inches from his face. His hands pinned Jim’s wrists to the floor, and drool dripped onto Jim’s cheek as the vampire leaned in--

Jim screamed. His chest spasmed in panic, breathing heavily with his heart feeling like it was about to pound out of his body.

“N-n-no, no, no,” he whimpered, eyes welling up with tears.

The wild look in Kane’s eyes morphed into abject horror.

Kane hastily pushed himself up, took a few wary steps back, and raced in the direction of the basement. Jim could hear a distinctive thunk followed shortly by the sound of the basement door slamming shut.

Jim did not get up from the floor, shoulders quaking. Oh god, Kane’s in his house. He’d forgotten. This was Kane. Jim had interrupted feeding, he’d forgotten who he belonged to, he was going to be beaten again, he couldn’t breathe--

A piercing wail interrupted his spiral, the most distress-filled sound Jim had ever heard, long and broken.

-

When Kane realized what had just happened, he was already on top of Jim, pinning him to the floor while the human cried and pleaded.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Kane reeled, backing away slowly for a few steps before making a run for it. Back down to the basement, back down where there’s no sun--

He tripped over the ankle restraints, hitting the floor with a crash. The dull pain was nothing compared to what he was about to experience. Not wasting a moment, he got back up and made it to the basement, slightly singeing his hands on the door’s silver lining as he shut it firmly behind him. Like the fall, he barely noticed.

Kane was going to be sent back. There was no getting around it, there was absolutely no way Jim was going to let him stay after what he’d just done.

He collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing. He liked it here. He had felt good for the first time in so long. Jim had allowed him to heal. The only thing that ever hurt at all anymore was the agonizing twisting of his stomach, and he’d suppressed that for so long that it was almost negligible most of the time, until the scent of blood hit him with absolutely no warning.

Jim gave him a bed, and clothes, and a blanket, and the jacket, and let him take a bath every day, and never once hurt him, even after everything he’d done. Not even so much as a cruel word. Here he got to be Kane again, instead of the leech.

But not anymore. Because he was going back. Kane shuddered on the ground. He would have to go back to being the leech. Back to the cell, to being exposed, to sleeping on concrete. Back to pain, pain, pain, every minute of every hour of every day without reprieve, and this time no one was going to come save him. He would never be allowed to feel another good thing ever again, because he didn’t deserve it. Even after everything, after claiming he’d learned his lesson, he’d still attacked. Attacked Jim, again. And now he was going to pay. Forever.

Kane wailed, his overwhelming anguish unable to be contained by his body anymore.

-

Jim snapped out of it at the sound of the blood-curdling scream.

He wasn’t there. He didn’t belong to anyone, not anymore. He wasn’t going to be beaten. Kane wasn’t going to hurt him anymore. Things were different now. He was home.

He was having trouble breathing because his own hand was clamped over his neck hard enough to leave bruises. He slowly unclenched his hand, not removing it entirely, just not pressing down anymore.

Jim took a deep breath and forced himself to assess the situation. Kane had tackled him. Because he was starving. Because I’m a fucking coward. Even still, Kane had managed to hold himself back and retreated without biting. That was... commendable.

If the scream was anything to go by, Kane was expecting something bad. Execution, maybe, or some form of horrifying torture Jim couldn’t even imagine. Whatever had caused the marks that had painted every inch of his skin up until recently.

Jim got to his feet. Before he could deal with Kane, he needed to make sure it wouldn’t turn into a repeat of what just happened. He got out a band-aid and secured it around his thumb, frowning. This... wouldn’t be enough, probably. He headed to the kitchen and encased the digit in plastic wrap for good measure. He was still unsure if this would be enough to block the scent of blood to a starving vampire, but it would have to do.

Just in case, he went to his bedroom to retrieve his stake. He usually kept it under his pillow, gripping it hard in the middle of the night when the fear was the worst. Never used, always handy. It wasn’t large, didn’t need to be. It went in his back pocket.

And then, the basement. As he got closer, the sound of pitiful weeping got more and more audible. Jim felt his heart twist: the guy must be absolutely terrified.

Probably best to knock first. No more surprises. The crying stopped immediately as he rapped lightly on the door.

“Kane? I’m coming down, alright?” he called.

A low, miserable whine in response.

Tentatively, he pushed open the door. Kane was crumpled in a heap on the floor, shaking in fear.

As he cautiously descended, Kane moved himself into a kneeling position. Jim opened his mouth, but before he could get any words out, Kane spoke first.

“I’m sorry. P-p-please kill me instead.” he begged, his voice shaking uncontrollably as he convulsed with sobs. “I, I know I can’t b-be allowed to st-stay here after what I’ve d-done. Please,” he looked up at Jim with desperate intensity, “Please don’t m-make me go back. I can’t. I can’t t-take it.”

He brought his trembling hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of hair. “Please just kill me. P-please, Jim, mercy. I’m s-s-so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, please not ag-gain. N-no more, please, I can’t take any m-more pain, I can’t. Please d-don’t send me back there. I’ll d-do anything, please, anything but that, please have mercy, I’m s-sorry.”

Kane thought he was going to send him back to be tortured.

He stepped closer. The vampire tensed, staring at him with bated breath and eyes full of despair.

“I’m not sending you back.” he started.

The effect of the words was immediate. Kane collapsed on himself, crying into his hands. “Thank you.” he breathed. “Th-thank you, thank you s-so much. I, I’ll be good. I w-won’t fight it. Thank you.”

It would be so easy. The stake was in his pocket. Kane was willing, begging him to do it. He could kill his captor right now and be done with the whole affair and never have to bleed again.

But when he looked at the sobbing, fearful man in front of him, he couldn’t see the monster who’d held him captive, who’d hurt him over and over and over again. All he could think of was when he’d been there, before, when their roles were reversed. How much he’d yearned for mercy, for Kane to just agree not to hurt him, for anyone to tell him that everything was going to be okay. Kane looked as miserable as he had felt then.

And he couldn’t do it.

“I’m not going to kill you either.”

Kane’s head snapped up, eyes widening in shock. “Wh-what are you gonna do to me?”

Jim steeled his nerves. “I’m going to feed you.”

-

Kane couldn’t believe what he was hearing. That, that couldn’t be right.

“What?” he asked, voice small.

“I’m going to feed you.” Jim repeated, even more confidently than the first time. “We can’t go on like this. It’s not right. You need to eat. Shit, I’m impressed you stopped yourself earlier.”

Kane didn’t understand. He just didn’t understand why, of all people, Jim would do that for him. After he’d attacked, no less. The dissonance scared him.

When Kane didn’t respond, Jim continued. “I’m going to drain some blood into a cup upstairs and bring it down here for you. No biting. Okay?”

Kane nodded mutely. He was going to be given blood. He’d given up on ever being allowed to feed again for as long as he lived, resigned to the constant feeling of need.

He still hadn’t responded. Jim was going to give him everything he’d ever wanted, more than he could ever hope to deserve, and he hadn’t even thanked him for it.

“Thank you!” he practically yelled. Loud, too loud. Jim flinched, staggering backwards.

He’s afraid of me. Of course he is.

Kane clasped his hands over his mouth. “S-s-sorry. Thank you.” he repeated in a muffled whisper. “I... I’m not worthy of your kindness. I’m beyond grateful. Thank you.” He bent forward, ducking his head in reverence.

“It’s f-fine.” Jim stuttered. “I’ll, uh, be right back.”

Kane heard the door lock behind him.

This was it. He was going to be allowed to feed, for the first time in years. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to not be hungry. Realistically, he’d probably still be hungry afterwards, but he didn’t care. He would take anything. Jim had said it in a way that made it sound like he would get regular feedings, too. How often? Once a year? Every few months? Maybe, if he was lucky, even once a month. He was giddy at the concept.

Kane could smell it, suddenly. Like when Jim had cut his finger earlier. Farther away, but so much more, and he began salivating at the aroma. He needed it, needed it. With difficulty, he fought the urge to ram his body against the silver-lined door in desperation. Jim was going to let him have it, he just needed to be patient.

A possibility suddenly occurred to him: What if it was all a trick? A taunt to punish him for attacking?

It would be justified. He’d attacked, after all, and done so much worse to Jim before that. And Jim wasn’t sending him back, that was all that mattered. A false promise of blood was the mildest punishment he could possibly imagine for such an offense. He’d take it gladly.

And even so... he thought of Jim’s kind words, his generous gifts. Letting him upstairs to relax on the couch with him during the day. Closing the blinds to protect his skin. The way he’d spoken about the hunters’ treatment of him as if it was wrong. And he just couldn’t bring himself to believe Jim would do it. Kane found himself believing Jim’s words.

He was going to be fed.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger. Jim was bringing the blood here. Still kneeling, he dug his nails into his thighs, hard enough that he would have likely broken the skin if not for the fabric of the pants he’d been given, and forced himself to be still.

The door opened, and the sensation was overpowering. Kane let out a strangled noise against his will and stopped breathing, tenser than he’d ever been in his life, staring up at Jim. He couldn’t attack again, he couldn’t. 

Jim approached hesitantly, a mug about one-quarter full of delicious delicious blood in one hand, his other hand behind his back. The arm he could see had a bandage wrapped around the elbow.

“Here.” Jim said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world and not the act of a saint, and held out the mug.

At the granting of permission, he finally let himself grasp the mug from Jim’s hand and brought it to his lips.

Kane had never felt anything so amazing in his entire life, tears streaming down his face as he gulped it down. It was more heavenly than he could have ever imagined, it was everything, and it was gone in all of two seconds. He lapped at the inside of the mug, licking up every last drop.

But oh, there was more, deeper in the mug than his tongue could reach, and he needed it. He felt newfound strength flowing through him, an energy he hadn’t felt in so long, and almost felt like he could just--

The ceramic shattered to pieces in his hands, allowing him to access the sweet remnants of blood at the bottom of what used to be a mug. He gleefully licked up what was left, uncaring as the jagged edges cut his tongue and added his own blood to the mix. A few drops had spilled on the floor, and he licked those up too. Finally, he had consumed every smidgeon of blood offered to him, the only remaining scent of it coming from his savior.

-

Jim watched, stunned, as Kane licked scattered drops of blood off the floor, broken pieces of mug strewn around him. Slowly, he lowered his hand from where it gripped the stake in his back pocket as his fear ebbed away. At last, Kane looked up, his face full of dazed wonder.

“Uh, so, I’ll use a bowl tomorrow. Got it.” Jim commented.

Kane seemed to snap back to reality at his words, eyes flicking down to the mess surrounding him before returning to Jim, more fearful. “Thank you so, so much, I, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim waved him off. “It’s just a mug. You were literally starving.”

Kane’s shoulders relaxed at the reassurance before suddenly tensing back up, his eyes widening impossibly. “Wait-- tomorrow?”

Jim paused. This was it, he was committing. He was going to do this every day for the foreseeable future.

But... it was different, now. He was in control of his own body. It was his choice this time. It honestly hadn’t been as bad as he had expected, making the cut alone with his own hands. And looking down at Kane, eyes wide and fragile, so desperate that he’d just licked his blood off the floor without hesitation, there was no other answer he could have given.

“Yeah. You’ll be fed every day.” Jim confirmed. “Should have been that way from the day you got here.” An I’m sorry almost crossed his lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not to Kane. Not after the last time he’d said I’m sorry to him.

Kane looked up at him like he was a god.

“I-” Kane stammered, “I don’t... I don’t know what to say. How I could ever repay you. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he replied, uncomfortable.

There was one more thing.

“Kane, I just wanna make something clear.” he said seriously. Fear crept back into Kane’s eyes at the tone as Jim crouched, meeting him eye-to-eye.

“You are never going back there. I don’t expect this to happen, but if there were ever a problem-- if you ever did something... so big that I couldn’t keep you here anymore, I would kill you. I will never, ever send you back to those sick fucks. Do you understand?”

Jim had never seen someone so relieved in his entire life, let alone at the promise of potential death. He could see the tension visibly leave Kane’s body.

“I understand.” he said, his voice light.

And for the first time in five years, Kane smiled.

-

my face started bleeding while i was writing this (it’s fine) and i wiped it off then licked the blood off my fingers, so i’m living the dream kane-style too

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