#displayed

Oh man.

For the first time in what, years, my art is being displayed at a local comic book shop! If you live in the Denver metro area, there’s a comic book shop called “Danny the Comic Shop” (it’s near Casa Bonita). These pieces are located in the back.

Depending on interest I am planning to sell one of these pieces in the near future. So here’s to a new chapter in my cartooning!

san :: kcon:tact hi5

bonus:

Leathery wings + pinned

TW: Nails, pinned, displayed

"Shut up, you fucking demon."

Whumpee screamed as the nail was driven in near the base of their wing and grit their teeth as the next nail went in the other side, forcing them to stand flush against the wall or tear their wings. Whumper got off them, moving down their wings, positioning them so they were as full out as possible, and nailing them down as they went.

When Whumper finished, they stood back to admire their work. Whumpee hung their head as they struggled to catch their breath.

Whumpee felt their feet slipping and opened their eyes in time to see the floor open out from under them. For a moment, the full weight on their pinned wings was too much to process, but after a moment to adjust to the new level of pain, Whumpee hit their head back against the wall with a restrained scream through their teeth.

"Now it's perfect. I'll just give you some time to get used to that before our event in a couple of days, hm?" Whumper turned and walked out of the room, turning out the lights and closing the door behind themself.

-

At the event, Whumpee was barely awake. Even the movement from breathing hurt and they had been here for days.

Even in their half delusional state, Whumpee seemed to perceive someone stopping by regularly, just standing to stare. It wasn't Whumper. Whumpee couldn't bring themself to see the person's face correctly, but they were tall, and very fair.

The event ended. Everyone was ushered out. Whumper stopped by to see if Whumpee was still alive, then left again. A couple more hours ticked by.

"Hey." Came a soft voice. Whumpee didn't recognize it. They lifted their head as much as they could and saw the same hazy figure that had stopped by multiple times during the event. Why were they there? "Can you speak?" The person stepped closer.

Whumpee let their head fall back down. They winced and whimpered weakly as the person touched one of the nails at the base of Whumpee’s wing.

"... Hang on." The figure said as they walked away.

Whumpee closed their eyes. Suddenly, they felt something under their feet. They opened their eyes. The floor was back under them. Whumpee struggled to get their feet positioned underneath themself, taking a fraction of the weight off their wings.

The person came to stand back in front of them. "This is gonna hurt, but I'm going to get you down, okay?" They didn't wait for an answer.

Whumpee let out a choked scream as the first nail was pulled back out from the base of their wing.

"Hey, it's okay. I know it hurts, but you need to try and be quiet so Whumper doesn't come to check on you. Can you do that?" Whumpee gave a weak nod. "Good. It's gonna be alright, just hang on."

Whumpee grit their teeth and bit back their screams as more and more nails were removed. Finally only one was left at the top of their left wing. Despite their best attempts to stand, Whumpee was mostly depending on the last nail to hold them up.

Their rescuer pulled the last nail and quickly caught Whumpee as they fell to the ground, wings still fully splayed. They lowered Whumpee to the floor.

"Almost done." Whumpee heard as black started to dim the edges of their vision. "I'm going to fold your wings back and take you out of here."

"Absolutely exquisite," Friend commented, looking over Whumpee with a calculating eye. "Your collection seems to get better by the day."

Beside them, Whumper laughed. "Thank you, Friend. I saw this one walking on the street and I was just.. inspired. I knew I had to have it immediately."

In front of them, on a pedestal, Whumpee was tied up, forced into a position that had their whole body trembling. They had been draped with shimmering clothes and decorated with shining gems and jewels. Makeup had been lathered onto their face, and their hair had been pulled up, beads woven through the locks.

They squeezed their eyes shut, as if they were able to pretend the crowd roaming around Whumper's collection of whumpees weren't there. As if they weren't being talked about as an object right in front of them.

They felt a whack on their leg that nearly made them collapse. "Eyes open," Whumper snapped. "Show those gorgeous eyes off. After all, my handiwork is what people are paying for here."

Whumpee reluctantly opened their eyes, staring down at Whumper. "P-please," they whispered. "Please, just let me go."

Friend made a face. "Didn't you tell it that art is made to be seen and not heard?"

Whumper glared at Whumpee. "I did. Shame it didn't listen."