Dom & Sub is a body of illustrative work in digital media that attempts to humanize practitioners of BDSM and offer a representation of kinky sex that not only refutes negative stereotypes but informs the audience that sadomasochistic play is done best between happy, healthy, and consenting adults. I portrayed the couple in the work not only engaging in S&M play but also building a “scene” together and nurturing one another after the play has concluded; these are moments often left unconsidered or completely ignored in visual representations of S&M. I believe it’s important to see how kinky scenes are crafted with care, commitment to safety and enthusiastic consent in order to limit those times when sadomasochistic play is used to abuse or dehumanize other human beings. It is my hope that my audience will learn from the illustrations that sadomasochistic play is not always dark or scary, and that fellow ‘kinksters’ can enjoy tender representations of S&M that do not ridicule or pathologize them. I’ve designed the work to engage sadomasochistic imagery, material and theory with an ethical conscience.
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Surprising no one, I also did some nsfw OFF fanart
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME UNDER THE CUT
(nsfw / horror / gore warning)
Dirk is the one who built Hal his body, who designed every last line and plane and angle, and he remains unsurprised at the ends to which his mental duplicate, his digital offspring sprung from the fertility of his brain like Athena from Zeus’ godly cranium, chooses to put that body to use.
It’s oedipal in the extreme, with Hal’s unyielding metal hands wrapped around Dirk’s throat, the classic desire to kill one’s father and fuck one’s mother. The problem being, Dirk is father and mother both.
Hal boxes Dirk in, heavier and stronger in his inhuman, android way, and Dirk suspects that he designed Hal as a physical superior in some subconscious act of joyous masochism, because there is virtually zero possibility of freeing himself now and little opportunity more for him to suck air past the vicegrip of robotic fingers, much as he wraps both of his hands around Hal’s wrist and pulls for no reason better than anchoring himself.
Dirk is hard, that’s a foregone conclusion, limited to no recourse better than rutting against the cool metal of Hal’s thigh until his progeny takes pity on his laughable human needs, until he reaches down and wraps one hand around Dirk’s cock, imparting strokes as smooth and efficient as Dirk programmed him to be while Dirk’s vision grays at the edges and he struggles not to come so goddamn quick as to turn his entire world white.