#dew oc

[whumpy-wyrms]

so scared and helpless

#no idea what this is i just got a burst of inspiration #my guy is not having a good time #i’m soooo tired #this wasn’t originally gonna be dew but it looks like him anyway #dew oc #whump art #my art #tllr art #knives #knife #scared whumpee #whumpee #whumper #whump #whumpblr #whump blog #whump community #captive whumpee #sadistic whumper #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap whump #captivity whump #fearplay

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Ruaridh couldn't ignore it, even if they tried.

An incessant thumping lulled them out from slumber, a repetitive, painful hang against their head like a hammer. The source came from right above them, as usual. Having two heartbeats around them got annoying with time, but they were able to repress their instincts, and from then they had thought that it wouldn't bother them anymore. But, alas, they were wrong.

Being in the dark made it all the more worse. Able to focus on nothing but the heartbeat of their new friend — or, at least, that's what Ruaridh assumed; they couldn't be certain whether he or their saviour were friends or foes just yet — made it all the more difficult to repress the thought of shutting it up themself. And they couldn't hold it back for long.

On one hand, they knew it'd be a bad decision to even move a muscle; they begged their body to remain still, pressing their pillow firmly against their ear in the hopes the noise will subdue. But on the other, Derwyn's words echoed in their mind: "If you hear something you don't like, you get rid of it. Understood?"

And Ruaridh did understand, they really did. They knew for a fact that this noise irritated them, and they didn't like it — fuck, they hated it. It was like a constant headache, and Ruaridh would do anything to relieve the pain.

So they made up their mind. Their body felt like it was on autopilot; they couldn't exactly control their movements, only able to observe what little they could see in the dark. Snaking out of bed, perching up on the railing of the top bunk and lowering their head so their horns don't bang into the ceiling.

There he was; they didn't remember his name, but from what little conversation they could recall their saviour introducing them to him, his name began with a "D". He looked so oblivious peaceful, pristine wings sprawled out over the railing of the bed, hanging down the ladder as he slept. Tired eyes closed and relaxed, loosely clutching some sort of creature in his arms. It looked to be some sort of duck? It was unnaturally big, and fluffy, and it wasn't moving or breathing, and had no heartbeat. Why would he sleep with a big, dead duck in his arms?

They cleared the thought from their mind, a clawed hand reaching out to turn him over onto his back as carefully as possible. There were no signs of him waking up, so Ruaridh proceeded.

They couldn't help but feel bad at the prospect of ruining the lovely jumper he wore; it looked extremely comfortable. But they couldn't stop themself from snaking one hand around his neck to hold him down, the other pressing right over his heart and digging and digging and sinking their claws into—

A scream knocked them out of whatever state they were in, and they drew back and slipped from the railing, landing on their back with a loud thump. Beads of blood coated their claws, and his new friend — and what would've been their meal if he were to stay asleep, no doubt — shot up in bed.

"What the fuck?!"

Ruaridh stammered for words, but none would come out; they wanted to apologize, to plead that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't control themself and that they were so, so fucking sorry. But it seemed as though he wasn't keen on listening, as when they tried to come closer, he shielded his wounded body with his wings, a frightened yelp sounding in the darkness.

"Don't— Don't fucking touch me—"

And sure, this was probably said in the heat of the moment — their friend was, most likely, distressed and in pain, and he had every right to not want them close to him — but Ruaridh suppressed a flinch, lowering themself from the ladder again.

They tried to explain themself. "I'm sorry, I really am, I just didn't— I forgot that you weren't—"

But Ruaridh paused, hearing the faint sound of footsteps thumping down the winding staircase they'd been led down with the promise of a warm meal and a bath not even a day ago.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Ruaridh knew hiding in the bathroom would just be stalling the inevitable, but they couldn't stop themself from dashing into that small, sterile room.

(TLLR and any other character mentioned belongs to @whumpy-wyrms!! only Ruaridh is mine ;3)

#tllr x uarad crossover #(RAAAAHHH this is my own eensy interpretation of the prompt i made last night) #(jay feel free to write your own thing on that prompt as well if you still want to!!!!) #(really hope i did dew justice im not sure if i portrayed him correctly but!!! yay!!!! #whump writing #dew oc #anton oc #ruaridh mullen #The Last Lab Rat #Uilebheist A Rinn An Duine #whump oc #oc whump #writing #oc writing #multiple whumpees #lab whump #experiment whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #scientist whumper #whump #also this hasn't been proofread lmao

[wars465]

Not my best but they still look cool.

#oc #tsunami oc #Dew oc #digital art

[3lliottsdumpster]

every time I draw something stupid I'm further solidifying the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing

#please help me #i have no idea what im doing #dewdrop oc #dca oc #dca #dew oc #daycare attendant oc #fnaf #fnaf sb #ill probably change the colors later #yes this is ms paint #do i like what i made? yes. #was this a mistake? also yes. #shut up shock

[j5daigada]

kitty maid is back

#j5draws #oc #dew #cat girl #dragon girl #maid

[kociamieta]

they are real now. sadly

thank you @zarithial for their names !!!! in awe of your rain world naming powers

#i shall try to explain why they suck. later #rain world oc #rw ancients #my art #rain world #starlit dew upon sundered leaves #bricks of clay a burnt stone chapel

[natsumipocket]

Sparkly dew in sunrise ˚｡°🍄

#natsumi pocket #natsumipocket #oc #my art #low poly #lowpoly #3d art #blender 3d #b3d #frutiger aero #artists on tumblr #y2k #y2k aesthetic #early 2000s #2000s #frutiger aero aes #low poly art #mushies #2000s nostalgia #y2kcore #frutiger aero aesthetic #2000s aesthetic #dreamcore #digicore #3d #dew #np

[justporo]

Dew Drops

Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim today because I felt very emotional and was inspired by a song. I cried while writing this - quite a lot actually. I'll happily show and the translate the song later because it is quite perfect for Astarion (and Tav).

Summary: After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Warnings: mentions of past trauma Wordcount: 1,1k Song (the inspiration for this piece): Tau - Herbert Grönemeyer

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Just before the first sun rays were creeping over the roofs of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion got out of bed. Slowly, so he wouldn’t wake you up, still blissfully in your dreams beside him.

He watched you for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Watched how your chest was slowly rising and falling. Your hands softly curled up against your chest. Your lips soft and relaxed: neither curled into a smirk nor drawn down – just silently peaceful.

Astarion almost stayed there then, lost in you. The one person that had helped him come this far. The one who had so purely believed in him – that there was more, that he was more.

He let one finger slowly wander over your cheek – so featherlight you didn’t even stir in your sleep. The smile that crept onto his lips was genuine and bright and full with warmth and love.

Then he got up, got dressed. He wrote you a small note and then quietly left the room, left the inn.

Astarion purposefully wandered through the streets while most of the city was still asleep or just starting to blink its eyes. Purposefully, he went to a place he’d come to know like the back of his own hand.

This small little garden, hidden away in some backyard’s backyards – so hard to find it might have been forgotten by everyone – everyone, but the flowers and the vampire. The vampire who’d stumbled upon it sometime during his seemingly endless years, decades, centuries even of torment.

And this small little garden had become a tiny space of refuge for Astarion. A place of at least some peace and safety where he had spent so many nights when he had been able to steal away – sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes almost whole nights.

And he’d sat there, comforted a little by the silvery moonlight and the twining plants and flowers – even though he never got to see their blossoms.

He found the way to the small space without any problem. It almost felt like he’d been there yesterday, although so much had changed since he’d last been here. Everything, in fact.

Not only had he broken the chains of his enslavement and walked in the sunlight again, but he had also found someone. Someone who’d promised him that he would not have to be alone ever again. And who had promised to help him carry the weight of the now broken, but still heavy chains – until hopefully someday he would be able to shake the shackles off as well.

Astarion entered the garden through an archway that led to the little safe haven. It still looked like he remembered: vines and bushes everywhere, deep and luscious green filling the whole space. The plants were full of still closed blossoms. Dew drops covered leaves and blooms and gave them an elegant silvery sheen.

The vampire let his fingertips softly wander over some of the plants and closed buds. Then he sat in his usual spot, a small rock at the back of the small rectangular space – directly across from the archway he had just entered through.

And then he waited.

He watched as the first golden rays of sunlight crept over the peaks of the stone walls. Like bright fingers they wandered over the plants, caressed them with their light and warmth. Softly brushing away the silver droplets of dew.

The first sunlight fell on Astarion who had awaited its arrival with anticipation, still wondering how lucky he could have been to feel it again. He had buried the hope so long ago.

He knew it wouldn’t last. So, he would make the most of it as long as he could.

He closed his eyes, completely giving himself to the feeling of the sun warming his pale skin. His lips opened with a little gasp. His chest shuddered with a ragged breath as he felt the tears well up. A single tear flowing over and leaving a wet trail on his cheek.

After a while he opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t been too impatient.

But as he looked up and let his ruby gaze wander over the space his chest clenched painfully at the sight: the flowers had started to open up.

Offering him their whole palette of colours and beauty – the last dew drops glistening on them. The blossoms bowing to the warming sun, happy to show their beauty to him. Deep reds, almost golden yellow, wonderful blues and oranges. And in all shapes too: starlike chalices, frilly circles, cascading spheres.

He tried to take in everything at once as he looked at it with lips parted in wonder and astonishment. Observing every single combination possible. Wanting to imprint it all on his mind forever.

And as Astarion gazed upon this view he’d never dared to hope to take in one day, emotions overwhelmed him. And it was pleasantly painful, in all his beauty and bitter sweetness.

This, all this – it hurt so much. And it was so all hard, going on.

His chest was aching with sorrow and with joy as the single tear turned into a constant flowing and his whole body started shaking and shuddering.

The pain behind his sternum was so strong it almost felt as if his heart had finally started beating again.

It felt like most every emotion he had ever felt washed over him in this very moment – fear, hurt, guilt, grief. But also love, joy, compassion, confidence. All mixing together in a way that was barely tolerable, but most certainly meant one thing: he was alive.

And Astarion wept and wailed, lifting his head towards the comforting warmth of the rising sun as he cried. He doubled over as sobs shook through him. Cried out as tears ran over his face and his nose began to drop.

It hurt so much, all this.

But the pain meant he was still here. It meant he was free again. It meant he was ready and able to grasp life with both his hands and start living again. Even though it might not always be easy.

But he wouldn't be alone.

He looked up through his tears and a smile found its way on his lips as he looked upon the blooming flowers all around. He sobbed and he laughed as he saw the beauty in it. He felt alive.

And then you stepped through the archway and even the sight of all the flowers in the first sunlight could not compare. His companion through all of this and all to come.

You looked so worried the way you rushed over to Astarion, kneeling down in front of him. Wrapping your arms around him as he kept weeping and sobbing – not caring for how loud or unpleasant it might be. He let his head sink to your shoulder in unyielding gratefulness.

And you held onto each other until his sobs and tears slowly subsided.

You looked at him, cautiously asking if he was alright.

And Astarion looked up with a bright and broad smile, through the tears still remaining in his ruby eyes:

“Yes, my love. It’s just… it’s so beautiful to be alive.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #tav #one shot #drabble #dew drops #bg3

[draagu]

drew my ocs yippeee

#dragu.art #rain world #oc mirage #oc dew #oc

[honnneyz]

Dew

- I hopped on the sonadow fankid wagon too :)

#my art #honnneyz #dew #OC #sonic oc #sonadow #sonadow fankid #dew the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sth #I had fun with this one

[guardianofenergy-art]

A couple of OC sketches, along with one more commission I forgot to toss into my last post!

#my art #art #digital art #fantasy art #dragon oc #dragon #dragon art #wings of fire #WoF #wings of fire fantribe #wings of fire seawing #wof fantribe #wof seawing #dewwing #artists on tumblr

[whumpy-wyrms]

he’s gonna feel it all

#they cut his vocal cords :( that’s why he’s not.. begging and screaming #sorryyy Dewey….. #my art #whump art #vivisection #lab whump #medical whump #knife #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump blog #whump scenario #test subject whumpee #sadistic whumper #experiment whump #captivity whump #scared whumpee #trans whumpee #gore #ignore dews hands i got lazy #dew oc #tllr art

[inkwell-and-dagger]

BACK ON MY CROSSOVER GRIND OMG I SWEAR ILL SLEEP WHEN I POST THIS I JUST HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN RQ

there's such a difference between what dew thinks about captivity and what ruaridh thinks of it... while dew had a life before he was taken captive, ruaridh has never had any experience in the world prior to being abandoned by derwyn after their transformation. they see the prospect of being a lab rat and are indifferent to it because it's all they've ever known, meanwhile dew wants to return to his life instead of being an experiment

imagine ruaridh asking oh so innocently about why dew wants to go outside so bad, hitting dew with the good ol': "but why would you want to leave? this is your home, our home, right?"

...and then cue dew painstakingly explaining to ruaridh what society is /j

anyway they're so different but can relate to each other on so many levels and I just think that's neat. I feel like ruaridh would preen / tend to dew's wings for him when he can't reach and dew would help ru learn to walk with their new funky ahh legs

anyway tagging @whumpy-wyrms (sorry if this gets annoying) for the sillies and because dew is not my oc

#tllr x uarad crossover #whump #ruaridh mullen #dew oc #mutuals ocs

[carnivorousyandeere]

Tramp Stamp ft. Dew

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: tattooing, cockwarming, unsafe impact play, under-negotiated kink, degradation

Info: sub reader, gn reader

Mean-ass bunny boy. This idea haunted me until I wrote it. Hopefully now I can focus on the things I’d planned to write today.

The tattoo machine falls silent behind you.

“Quit fuckin’ moving,” Dew hisses, gloved hand squeezing your hip bruisingly tight. “Or do you want this to look like ass?”

You shake your head with a low whimper, trying to force your body to go limp across the tattooing bench, only for your piteous sound to make Dew twitch inside you and curl over your back with a low, choked groan of his own. He draws in a shaky breath, and you hear the tattoo machine clatter onto Dew’s tray. You try to roll your hips, desperately hoping that he’s finally going to give in and give you want you want.

You hear the resounding crack before you feel it.

Pain sears through your ass cheek, stealing your breath and leaving you limp across the table in shock. With no warning, and no warm-up spanks, his slap leaves you raw and aching, clenching around Dew sporadically.

“Quit goddamn distracting me.” Dew drags a wet paper towel a little too roughly across your half-finished tattoo. He mutters under his breath, rambling to himself more than to you, “Fuckin’ sweating everywhere, making the ink run more… fuckin’ slut. Maybe I should just ink that on you instead, give everybody a fair warning when they see you.”

The tattoo machine rumbles back to life.

#oc Dew #biker yans #spring yandere #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[ghuleh-recs]

hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

#my fic recs #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa iv x aether x dew #papa iv x dew #papa iv x reader #papa iv x oc #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fic rec #fic rec!! #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #ghost fic #spicy tag

[j5daigada]

meido 😳

#j5draws #oc #cat girl #dragon girl #maid #dew