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unhinged elf connoisseur 💀🥀
@flyingbatknight.etheirys.social
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a spectral bat flying on diaphanous wings. [30+; any prns]
this is a sanctum for the depraved + the freaky. no minors, no censors; kinks untagged. i block at-will.

OCs: Navrys Quilarain #navryslore // Gièvaix d'Envers #danverslore
i: @sabattons.com
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it's an older gpose, but it checks out
December 6, 2025 at 7:26 AM
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this man just exists and we have to deal with that
December 6, 2025 at 7:23 AM
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about where we're at with this
December 3, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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using spotify less than i once did (playing cds in the car rules ngl) but these factoids are making me nuts
no. 52 top listener of SOFT VEIN on spotify top artists: 1. SOFT VEIN 2. the birthday massacre 3. ringfinger 4. lestat 5. misery mile top songs: 1. ritual - ari mason 2. cruel love - the birthday massacre 3. she's my addiction - third realm 4. stretching/invading - augustus muller & boy harsher 5. there is nothing here for you - scary black
December 3, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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memory of memory. #gievart #c:gievaix
a piece by @sabattons.com ; a dear friend and fantastic artist
a black-and-white image of a locket containing the portrait of an elven man garbed in a long coat and thick, white ruff. his long, greying black hair is pulled back into a white ribbon and spills from its binding over his shoulder. the man himself is aged, bearded, wearing a monocle over his left (the viewer's right) eye. he glares at the viewer; one eye bears a single spark of scarlet light. below the locket sits a bound lock of white hair, curled into a circle and glistening with a viscous white substance. the same substance splashes across the bottom of the locket's frame.
November 27, 2025 at 2:29 AM
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the spirit of christmas yet to come, as portrayed very specifically in the 1951 "scrooge". this movie is older than my mother and was the go-to christmas feature. the simple black shroud, the fluid motions of that single hand. (the high contrast and low resolution helped a lot)
November 27, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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portraits of trees after rain
November 25, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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gently touches screen. elf soon.
a stuffed fabric doll body lies next to two mitt-shaped doll arm parts on top of a pattern printout
November 24, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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the album that had me obsessed at 16. agalloch's "marrow of the spirit". in six songs it spans the gaps between neoclassical, black metal, post-rock/post-metal, and pagan neofolk. it's a long time since i listened to its like regularly, but i revisit it now and then and dream of elf lore.
the album cover for agalloch's album "marrow of the spirit". lacking the band's logo or album title, a smile-shaped shadow spreads like a scar across the centre of a wintry forest landscape, painted in desaturated watercolours and featuring a snow-covered road into the tree line of a dark, mist-shrouded wood.
November 18, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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everyone stop and look at my dog
November 18, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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i know exactly what you mean
November 11, 2025 at 4:24 AM
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this portrait (it pissed off franz joseph i btw) of elisabeth of austria-hungary
a portrait by franz winterhalter of the empress elisabeth of austria-hungary. a famed beauty of her time, she is a pale-skinned white woman with chestnut brown hair allowed to hang freely in tight waves down her back, almost reaching the level of her knees. she wears a richly layered and embroidered white gown with a wide skirt, with off-shoulder sleeves which expose her right shoulder and neck to view. though her back is partially to the viewer, she turns her head, seeming almost to look at them with a small, mysterious smile.
November 8, 2025 at 11:06 PM
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05. forced to watch #ncn2025
[ a water-spider hangs suspended over a mirror. ]
v. forced to watch In the crystalline depths beneath him no black abyss yawned to offer sanctuary. In its dark, mirror-smooth surface, there was no salve against the net of silk and woven hair cutting into his limbs; nor did shutting his eyes against the shape of his belly as it thrashed between legs thrown wide and wanton offer refuge from how they trembled for it, how longing seeped warm like blood between them with every thrust splitting him apart. Though it disturb the waters below, he wept; through tears he watched how the ripples danced wanton in the image of him, and whimpered, open-mouthed, through the first pearlescent drops wrung from him into that mirror.
November 6, 2025 at 6:15 AM
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i'm rather good at using lighting and specific, often unusual angles to capture mood and storytelling. i often like to toy with the concept of the camera/viewer as a participant, as observer or voyeuristic witness. my gposes are often more about evoking a feeling than presenting a character.
a light brown-skinned elf with long chestnut hair rests his head on another man's lap. the other man, a grey-skinned elf, is out of frame, only his hands visible as they cover his hands and stroke his ear. he wears an expression of beatific contentment. an elven man with a long, silver braid stands hunched over a long table. the lighting is stark, only just silhouetting him, the table's surface, and the shape of a single, small hand laid upon it. the remainder of the image is shrouded in darkness, creating a sense of powerful tension. a scene of violence beheld through slats of wood. beyond them, in focus, the silhouette of one man hunches over another. neither's face is visible. the position of their legs entwined leaves it unclear what manner of struggle is taking place. from the angle of view, the viewer is made to feel like a participant, or an observer, watching from an uncertain position prone on the floor. a strangulation. lit in sickly shades of beige and dark blue, only the hands and arms of those locked in struggle can be seen. the forearms of the larger man centre the image, locked tight around the throat of the smaller man, whose lips gape open, the rest of his face unseen. with one arm he reaches up towards his assailant; with the other hand he grips his attacker's forearm.
November 5, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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benefaction. #navlin

(c/m. by @belceboo.bsky.social — thank you so much for rendering this piece so beautifully!)
an illustration of two elves painted in vivid shades of blue and indigo. the shorter, walkelin, stands with his back resting against navrys', the taller elf's, front. walkelin wears a long, white shift embroidered at the shoulders and bearing loose closures at the front akin to a hospital gown, untied and pulled wide open over his abdomen. over the shift, a pair of stays rests half-laced and pulled open in walkelin's hands, revealing a surgical incision sutured shut. navrys' fingers curl up against the incision and seem to caress it mid-embrace. from the incision, a thin, winding scarlet line spills out like blood, or thread, wending out of frame at the bottom of the picture. an ethereal sword of the same colour pierces through walkelin's chest. behind him, navrys stands, fully clothed in a long coat and mantle, his ungloved hand cradling walkelin's throat and jaw. in his mouth he holds the end of walkelin's rosary. their eyes lock as they regard each other, haloed by a bright, silver-violet moon. navrys' expression is one of intense focus; walkelin wears a small, knowing smile, the black of his eyes filling with scarlet light.
November 4, 2025 at 4:10 AM
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vanitas. #navlin

(a memento ych piece by @sabattons.com ; a magnificent artist and even lovelier friend whom i can never thank enough)
a drawing of a plain silver locket without a chain, next to a vintage trocar upon a black background. the tip of the trocar bears a drop of blood. inside the locket, the portrait of a grey-skinned elven man looks out at the audience, a lock of his braided silver hair falling over one eye, also obscured by a spatter of blood across his brow and cheek. a small, neatly trimmed beard forms a point at his chin. overall, his expression is one of quiet austerity. he wears a plain, close-fitting black garment sealed by innumerable small buttons in a line up the chest and throat. the length of his braid cascades over it, wound in a cord the colour of the blood that paints his cheek. at the edge of the portrait, his hand, gloved in black, holds a set of pince-nez. he is embraced to either side by a pair of manicured hands whose owner stands out of the portrait's frame. the nails of both hands are painted black. from the viewer's left, one hand, ghostly white, caresses the man's jaw. from the viewer's right, the other hand, a cool-toned brown, curls over the man's shoulder. the impression given is one of unstated intimacy.
November 3, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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01. intoxication #ncn2025
[ dionysus; the birth of a maenad. arachne watches. ]
i. intoxication His essence always penetrated them well before he did. Thick, cloying, rich with the temptations of wine and animal musk, it swelled in the blood of this one now, coiled about him like vines upon the trellis, finding his every crack and crevice and spreading each wide for his probing mouth; and senseless, unready, his prey split open with a cry stifled in soil made sweet by the nectar upon his tongue. When the sun had set, and release found his quarry, no relief came with it: he trembled, swollen, in the soil, the seed at his lip and in his belly already quickening to the watcher’s eye.
November 2, 2025 at 3:54 AM
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i don't know why i have this but it's beautiful
a photomanip of hellraiser's pinhead in 2B's nier automata gear. the original editor's name appears next to them: tenebrare
October 30, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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october mood
an ms paint figure of an office worker sitting at a computer desk. overhead, a line graph plotting JOB correlation with YAOI COPE shows a line indicating an increasing trend. in a speech balloon, the worker says: if you would please consult the graphs.
October 23, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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22. wax play #heresykinktober2025
in honour of a friend's birthday; many happy returns 🖤
xxii. wax play The first molten kisses fell upon him with the fervour of teeth. From it rippled a shiver, trembling in skin too long left hungry: for his touch, for fingers that would burn and bruise for the want of him, hands that would cage him in their lust and lips that would drink of his sighs as a parched tongue from a well. Every aching drop seared him with the answer to his wishes; pulled apart lips and thighs in unison, so that at last, when warmth poured, thick and tender in the valley of his thighs, he nearly wept — then did, the prickling in his skin made naught against the heat spreading him wide to receive.
October 23, 2025 at 3:38 AM
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20. reverse prayer #heresykinktober2025
xx. reverse prayer The ache of it sang first and keenest in his spine. He relished it: with eyes closed, with naught else to draw his focus, it pulled his chest forward, then his lips open, their supplication silent yet utterly impossible to mistake. The answer came, just as silent, just as sure, in the warm benefaction of leather on his tongue — then the slow, torturous glide of a pointed sole up between his thighs.
October 21, 2025 at 8:17 AM
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19. submission to god #heresykinktober2025
xix. submission to god His hands had reached out and encircled the lithe body wound against him nearly before he sensed the desire taking shape. This meek shell ill fits you, once said those tender lips, so long ago when he had tasted only perdition in the fruits of this shrine, and had wept for how sweetly it took him. How proudly had he clung to his submission, how long had he made obeisance in hunger — when here in his fingers swelled divinity, soft, ripe, flush with readiness to split open to receive him.
October 21, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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18. prayer during sex #heresykinktober2025
xviii. prayer during sex Only he would be suffered to witness it, that prayer that rode the harsh currents of wanting and begged the blessing of succor from its hearer. Only he, whose hands gripped mercy’s leash and desire’s cold blade together, whose fingertips knew every seam and sinew and scar within and without, whose grip held and shaped this precious doll to suit his maker. Only he, whose attention to his handiwork had written anew the names of sanctity, of ecstasy, in flesh and bone, and now threatened to break him anew with every fresh caress.
October 20, 2025 at 5:47 AM
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17. catholic guilt #heresykinktober2025
xvii. catholic guilt How do you bear it? The question slipped softly into the hollow of his neck, escaping with unwonted ease lips made tender under the weight of blows — lips so oft drawn taut beneath a well of sins so deep she might never hope to breach its surface. But of course it was a foolish question: the hands that painted her in the colours of penance had never borne aught else.
October 18, 2025 at 2:43 AM
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16. prie-dieu bondage #heresykinktober2025
xvi. prie-dieu bondage Show me, he had been bid — yet no sooner had he set knee to cushion than he sensed the curl of fingertips hard at his back, drawing him up again — up and over the prayer shelf, bent, pressed down, until he hung breathless, folded like so many pages of scripture. Any other hands might have ended their work there, content to have their master’s way and take him as he was. But mere inversion did not sate those that kept him now, and it was into their hold he sank as they bound him into the shapes best pleasing to a doll’s maker.
October 17, 2025 at 5:04 AM