#clockworknightmares

Luckily, Nick loves to disrupt breathing.

Eerin, slender and stunning in the fragile, earnest sort of way, lies pinned on his back, straddled by his muscle-heavy friend. Coal-dark eyes gaze up at Nick with nothing short of a dire need to be everything Nick wants - and what Nick wants him to be, right now, is breathless.

Two large hands remain wrapped around Eerin’s oh-so-bruisable throat. Probably too much of Nick’s considerable strength, built up for this very hobby, is being used to cut off Eerin’s air. At the thought of the breathing that will eventually be allowed, he leans forward and pushes down, cinches his hands closer together, scrunching up his nose for a second with the force of his maniacal grin.

That jaggedly cut black hair is limp against the floor, those dark eyes wide with fear. No one, no matter how prepared they may be to be choked, is able to hide that fear once they’ve been deprived of oxygen for long enough.

Against his own instincts to comply to the very end, Eerin claws weakly at Nick’s hands. The torturer’s arms quake slightly from the continuous exertion. Oh, these bruises are going to be gorgeous. Dark splotches of black, brown, purple, blue across pale skin, an adam’s apple, that throat wrung for too long, head spinning with aches and dizziness - oh, is he going too far? Crow’s eyes are glazed well beyond panic, his useless tugging coming to an end as his hands spasm and fall.

Nick lets go.

Eerin fights so hard to get his breath back, to suck down all the oxygen he can, but it’s so quiet. The gasps are only air, no frightened sounds. There’s no grunting, no sobbing, no hapless pleading. Just stuttered, textured breaths broken up by involuntary exhales, his own body making it more messy, more complicated. His mouth is wide open, his brows are furrowed with upset.

Sadly, bruises don’t form instantly. Nick supposes he’s just going to have to spend all day with Eerin here on the floor. He’ll have to take breaks so his arms don’t get too tired. Magic will suffice to keep Eerin making wonderfully small, quiet, desperate sounds with only his breaths.

A backhand knocks Eerin’s head to the side. It doesn’t startle a gasp out of him - sudden demoralizing pain doesn’t surprise him. He’s had plenty of it. But no one, no one in his life, has ever spent all day choking him.

No one will ever get to see him as beautiful as he will be by the end of it. A throat ringed with dark bruises, a sheen of sweat across his skin, eyes long since unfocused, arms numb and useless in struggling. He’s going to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

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Jaw stretched as wide as it’ll go, Crow doesn’t scream. His body tries, but can only force out silent exhales, ragged and raw.

His arms are twisted up behind his back. Nick’s hands are wrapped around his, keeping those arms twisted as far as they’ll go, Crow’s wrists crossed between shoulder blades that stick out like they’ll cut through that dull skin.

The magic in Nick’s hands has shattered his friend’s wrists. He squeezes them, and a rush of adrenaline courses through him as Crow takes a hitching breath.

Such incredible agony the young man must be in, but he can’t voice it. Why stop, then? Why not drive him absolutely mad with boundless, bottomless agony? Why not spend all day, every day, working on him, breaking things? Magic pressed in over and over, snapping bone, twisting joints out of place, crushing fragile things like wrists and ankles? He could do that. He wants to.

Crow does his little not-scream again, and Nick realizes with no ounce of alarm that he’s really cranking those arms too high, too far, twisting the shoulders. He felt the thunk of the joints being shoved out of place and didn’t even notice, he’s so used to doing it.

“Aren’t you sweet,” He murmurs without releasing his forceful shoving grip one bit. “Silent. It’s so peaceful, hurting you. I know you’d like to be able to use these arms again. I just want to ruin them, though, want to see you lying in a pile all shattered. I could do it, you know. Lay you out on the floor here and press magic into you, starting from your feet. Break every inch. And you’d still be alive by the time I reached your head! And still silent. Sweet, sweet Eerin.” Those arms are released, to the sweet music of an uneven inhale loaded with unspoken agony.

Whatever the queen wants, that’s exactly what she gets.

A beautiful Fae surviving at the court of a terrifying Queen, through guile, charm, and being extremely attractive: it’s @clockworknightmares‘s OC Vys!

I realized as I was making this that I have no idea what the Collector , by @clockworknightmares​ ,does for a living. I just know it has to do with paperwork, he tortures people, and he has an assistant for both aspects. 

It adds to his mysterious persona. 

Initially, I had a picture of a man with an earring in there because I think it’s a cool aspect of his character design. That and the fact that he seems to be an older gentleman. I just think his design is really rad, okay? 😂

He’s an older, mysterious gentleman figure showcased in the suits, the out of focus pictures throughout, and the older profile/stubble in the top left picture/

He does aforementioned paperwork and has cronies to do paperwork for him. Pretty self explanatory writing and office pictures

He has at least one assistant that is regularly replaced but for some reason I have the feeling that he has more than one underling, all of whom are equally desperate to keep him happy. Hence the multiple lighters picture. 

He tattoos his prisoners with lotus flowers (which to my knowledge has not ben explained at the time of this writing), but rather thang give him a lotus tattoo picture I wanted to solidify his power and control by giving him a living lotus picture. It may be his symbol but he does not need to have it tatooed on him like a common prisoner or servant. (He might have one, I don’t know. But for the symbolism that’s my explanation)

He does some shady deals and has hisassistantss often beat people up based on these deals which is shown in the picture with handcuffs, a table, and a notebook.

Finally, he’s not afraid to do some beating up himself and he’s known to wear gloves. Behold, a gloves pictures open to violent interpretation.

Eerin didn’t recognize him. This is his chance.

Nick grins, excited. He can hurt Crow and then wipe his memory, and help him, ease the pain, rescue him. He can have both.

He presses down on that shoulder again, harder. Shoves down on it until the joint that’s already dislocated grinds further out of place, and Crow’s face is sickly pale from the agony. That handsome face is twisted into a glorious silent scream.

It’s difficult maneuvering the boxed shifter, but he manages to make that other shoulder accessible and shove down on it too, press in on it with his fingers. He’s pushing so hard that he’s wedging Eerin deeper into the box, getting him stuck worse. The boxed boy is gasping weakly in growing panic.

“Hmm, you know, I think I’ll leave you in there for a while. I’m not quite in the mood to break bones right now.” Voice nearly trembling with excitement, the Hunter puts his hands on Crow’s head and shoves it down, wedging it back into the box and closing the lid. The nails are slammed back down into the wood with a spell and, there, he’s got a boxed Eerin, ready to be hurt whenever he feels like it.

He’s got to prepare the cellar. This one is special.

By the always incredible @clockworknightmares​

I didn’t just want to put elf ears because though she has them, I wanted to acknowledge her extravagance. Thusly, gold ear cuffs.

The low cut, red dresses are a repeating theme because 

A: The first picture of Rowena has her in a red dress B: The second picture of her has her in a low cut shirt (bodysuit?) C: Red is her color. It’s got ties in violence, blood, and seduction. All things Rowena manipulates and enjoys as a whumper. Also, personally, I can’t envision a moodboard that does her justice without the color red.

In nearly all of my moodboards, smoke bombs represent magic. Again, red is her color, and she has magic so...smoke bombs.

The gold nail jewelry just seems like the kind of extravagance Rowena would enjoy. Also they look like a whump tool she would take pleasure in. 

The gold eyeshadow is because in the second picture we have of her, she has gold eyes? I initially thought that was her eye color and her eyes got rid of pupils when they turned gold. But then, I looked back at the first picture of her (with Dray), and she’s got normal eyes? So I thought it’s maybe eyeshadow? Or her eyes change color/shape? Whatever the case, behold: gold eyeshadow to represent that

The silver nails and red lips are just a Rowena picture. Fight me on this. 

I feel like Rowena is just a little bit vain. She has to know she’s beautiful and she’s so ruthless that I wouldn’t be surprised if she used every weapon at her disposal to get her way. Including her good looks. So I broke my general style of faceless moodboards because I think Rowena would show off her face quite a bit. She argued for her face on my moodboards and you know what? She made some good points. 

The woman in that red dress looks like she’s advertising something (it’s not an advert but it could be) but she also looks 100% in control. All that fabric is part of her dress and she’s just WHOOSHING it exactly where she wants it. There’s a lot of dress in that picture but it doesn’t overwhelm the woman, she somehow remains the focus. She also has that kind of “Don’t screw with me because I’ll screw you in unimaginable ways” look about her. I’m sure the model is a lovely person! She’s just nailing that bad@ss, boss look. 

It’s October and I wanted to post a moodboard for a dead character because....spooky. 

Anyways! Here’s the amazing, beautiful, strong Dragon created by @clockworknightmares

She’s gorgeous in so many ways and I love her.