#babe wake up new oc dropped

[deadlyeyez]

personally i think he should be dunked in oil. sopping wet cat

[rawdough]

They're... Friends! Sure, close enough.

[theocassidy]

[princessmelinoe]

Baldur's Gate 3 - Yarah, Daughter of Zariel

[xolaanii]

I've crossed paths with githyanki before.

[cammiluna]

the only splatfest they would be willing to join. opposing teams because they're snarky like that.

Immortal Fool (main comic)

Immortal Fool Diaries (spinoffs)

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

A dragon keeping their finest treasure (a prey) safe and warm in their tum? I've always really liked the concept of being kept safe in a belly by such a 'greedy' being.

Yes yes yes 1000% yes

You're tapping into another part of my brain that may or may not like object vore.

Im just gonna,,

--

You watch as the gemstone slides down your captor's throat... which would be a boringly long wait with their cartoonishly large neck, but you find yourself fixated the whole time.

Things could be worse. The Dragon, whom you have decided to name Glut (short for gluttony; it's not too creative, but it works), had taken good care of you. You can feel the sunlight on supervised outings in the fields near their den. They even bring you home a lamb every few days and wood so you can make a fire and roast it. This was after you refused to eat... erm, any bipedal meat. Most importantly, though, they keep you warm at night.

It returns to that damn gemstone, an opal, now deposited in Glut's stomach with a content gurgle. Glut doesn't eat every treasure they get: only the most precious, and in this case, fragile, pieces. Opal cracks if it's not kept moist. It's why opal jewelry needs to be worn often.

At first, you thought it was because you were fragile, prone to freezing at night, surrounded by the rocky cave walls. You believed that Glut swallowed you up most nights only to prevent hypothermia. He made it very clear that the few precious pieces in there with you were not meant to be touched.

Not that you could see any of them. You could barely see your hands in front of you. The only break from the darkness was yet another part of the dragon, just a slight glow, barely visible unless you squint, from Glut’s burning fire inside. That was until a crystal ball became one of their many treasures. It glowed, allowing you to see, and appreciate the treasure inside. Once Gult understood you really did see the value, you were allowed to move things around.  

"Getting lost in thought now, are we?"

Glut's low, rumbling voice practically shook the cave walls; you could almost feel it in your bones. They sounded so amused, and you're sure if they had an eyebrow, they'd be cocking it. However, when you open your mouth to apologize, their jaws quickly descend upon you.

You know it's safe. You always know it's safe. That split second still makes your heart stop every time, though. Glut is quick to gently gulp you down, as if handling any of their other fragiles. Their razor-sharp teeth pinned your ankles but didn't even break the skin. Sometimes you wondered if that was physical or if magical intervention was involved in keeping you intact.

There's never too much time to think of it when you're getting eaten alive. You can feel gravity shift as they lift their head up, using the force to aid with your descent. Inside is hot, cramped and... You've grown used to the sensation of the firm muscle pulling you deeper and deeper into the beast. At least they were soft; at least it made Glut happy. You wished they wouldn't swallow you head-first so much, though...

It didn't matter in the end, because no matter how much you squirmed and fought for freedom, you never got it, so the short ride, and particularly it's ending, had become somewhat calming. Maybe. Your brain had trouble coming to terms with that. 

Before you know it, pressure rolls up your body as you pass the Dragon's neck, then, an even tighter squeeze before you sink into their stomach with a harmless gurgle. Glut hums contently at your annoyed kick. They had agreed to give you a warning first. 

"Oh don't give me that~" Glut purrs. They got back to picking up another one of their precious treasures, poking their forked tongue out at the pretty colours. They were a dork in the end, really. "I saw that look you were giving my neck, you were practically begging to go in with just your eyes. It was impressive~."

You feel the chamber around you shake with Glut's warm laugh, and you smile. At this point, you're a master at not getting smothered by any treasure that slides around with all that movement. You've settled right in, in fact. 

Today, though, you don't have to worry about that too much. Most of their prized possessions aside from the opal and that same crystal ball are in their broad pouch, a calmer fleshy compartment adjacent to you in their warm stomach. It was less slimy, gurgly, and gross, really, but that meant it was less personal. Something about being squished and moved by the warm flesh of Glut's strong gut felt right. You weren't their young, you don't belong in that pouch, you're something unique, and you both knew deep down Glut's stomach was where you were meant to be. The crystal ball and the gemstone are warm as they press into you when the stomach walls squeeze you tightly. Glut wasn't laying down, so that was a hug directly from the Dragon's contented stomach. 

 You used to just think you were in here because you were fragile. Glut just wanted you well preserved. That's still the case, of course. Right now, though, not only is Glut keeping you warm and protected, Glut is prepping to move for the winter. Just a few mountain ranges over, so they can be by the hot springs. 

They've eaten you just now to take you with them—their most precious treasure.

[bowsersforeskin]

When's the last time you saw someone with a ski mask and a gun?

[yearningaces]

Why would you even make a character that's so fucked up?? Like he's super toxic tbh

I'm assuming you're talking about Declan the Hallewell

Answer: because fictional fuckery is allowed as it is ✨fiction✨

Declan isn't real, I'm not parading around a real human killer the way TV media and movies and documentaries do. I'm literally saying here's my fucked up character he's not a good dude, he's actually a step above evil only because his job is to hunt evil but damn if he isn't the epitomy of the world ending villain who fucking LOVES his spouse.

And I think that's beautiful

[whump-in-the-closet]

iron sharpens iron

Roe "What do you mean I'm bleeding?" Caddel

Ed "He points to the floor and I kneel; a tool, a machine, his" Byrne

Will "I will leave such a mark, others will have to know me to understand you." Lockwood

Roe (she/her) engineering student, competitive and silver-tongued, and quick to talk herself out of situations. Until she can't.

Ed (he/they) rising star, who burned out as quickly as they rose, and who knows where they disappeared to? A shame, they had such promise.

Will (he/him) works with the Recreation agency and has a new pet project: half metal, half human-- there is not much left of Ed. Except he's taken it too far. He's given an ultimatum: fix it, or pay the full consequences.

[abalathia]

[solarpawbs]

little guy!!

[echosong971]

"You, the one I left behind

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me

Lying in the bed I made."

- Flowers, Hadestown

[werewolfbarista]

tfw u make an illegal contract with the werewolf devil to kill your batshit ex girlfriend

[grandcatking]

Decided to clown around a bit

[howdyfriend]

Anya and Celeste