🌸My ick list🌸

Gore, hospital settings, scenes where characters don’t survive, assault

🌸Stuff I’d be particularly down for🌸

Fantasy/fictional resus settings, Heimlich, drowning, monstrous characters, whump/soft care vibes

🌸Scenes/roles I’ve been interested in🌸

- Royalty and knight in any way

- Mermaids and pirates

- Reluctant savior trope

-cowgirls baby

🌸I won’t ask you to write tons of paragraphs but proper grammar and at least a few sentences would be ideal!

🌸Im in fact a big ol lesbian. I prefer generally playing with/as a woman or non-binary characters. If we vibing and the plot is good I’ve got wiggle room though. I won’t really be into playing a female victim for a guy but would be more willing to play either a guy or gal with a male victim.

🌸I think I would prefer private RP just for the fact I’m still a lil shy about posting my writing but I can put on my big girl pants if you wanna do it in an ask/response style

🌸I don’t have much of an interest playing celebrities or characters from media. Just always have preferred OCs! Now if you want to have characters in an established media setting, that I can work with.

🌸I’ve got the most experience writing as a rescuer but I am open to either! Just give me a little bit of grace playing a victim though because I have far less experience writing that POV

Yeah Moss is in fact a near and dear PC who was an unlucky result of the first time of me trying to learn how to play ranger (poorly) and I stg I never rolled more than a 15 and failed 80% of my saves. She was a forest gnome and swarm keeper ranger if you were curious!

Mahl sighed as he glanced over. Brow furrowed as he wiped slime off his sword against his leg. Glancing to the others as the half-orc called out, “Who is on Moss Patrol?”

Larmimar looked up from where she was crouched beside Barlynn. Her hands, aglow with a gentle blue hue, sealed the wound across the dwarf’s temple. She thought for a moment before answering, “You.”

He shook his head, calling back, “I was last time. Pretty sure it’s on you.”

The paladin rolled her eyes. The water genasi’s brow furrowed as she carefully wove the bruised and torn skin back to smooth flesh, “I’ve got my hands full with this one. Do you mind?”

Mahl threw his hands up with a defeated, “Fine.” Tossing his sword to the grass he grumbled under his breath as he stalked over, “You owe me next shift.”

He crouched down on his toes, a hand wrapping around the amulet around his neck. Still aglow with a charge of cure wounds. He patted her back once, feeling his skin buzz with the spell as it was cast, “Alright, come on short stack. Up you go.”

Mahl kept crouched next to her. Frowning when she didn’t move. He shook her shoulder, speaking a bit louder, “C’mon we gotta get moving-“

His words trailed off as he rolled her onto her side. Her expression was blank, her eyes half-lidded. A thin layer of the green-tinted slime covered her skin. His own expression dropped as he took in the sight. Voice coming out more panicked than he intended as he called out, “Larimar!”

There was no hesitation in the footsteps that quickly approached. Still not fast enough for his growing panic. His hands hovered, unsure of where to start or how to be helpful. A sense of uselessness on all fronts as his companion knelt beside the forest gnome’s form.

Slender blue fingers pressed Moss’s neck. Larimar held her breath. After a beat, she slid her fingers up higher as she pressed down harder to the same results. For just a moment her gaze flickered up. Making tense eye contact with the half-orc knelt across from her. Then she acted.

Gathering the woman’s limp form into her arms, Larimar flipped her back over so she was limply bent over her forearms. Strong arms wrapped around her middle just beneath her ribs. Her armor creaked as she squeezed sharply. Making sure her thumbs were pointed inwards as they dug into the ranger’s leather armor. While she couldn’t see the gnome's face she did see the look of horror on Mahls as thick globs of slime slid from her mouth and dribbled to a puddle in the grass. Every attempt was made with the hope to prompt a cough. Anything really.

It still wasn’t enough. No air made it past the thick ooze that trickled from her nose and coated her tongue. After several more bruising thrusts, she bent forward to lay her back down flat on her back. Flicking her wrist as a stream of water flowed up from her canteen in an effort to wash away her face. Flushing out her mouth and nose the best she could.

She dipped down, sealing her lips over Moss’s to blow a sharp breath. Her cheeks puffed uselessly and her ears popped. Moss’s chest remained unmoving. Using her fingers Larimar shuddered as she slid them into the still woman’s mouth. Curling her fingertips slightly to scoop out as much of the slime as she could reach. Readjusting her head before she attempted a second breath. Voice sharp as she asked when she pulled away, “Mahl, can you do compressions?”

“I can’t-I’ll fuckin’ break her!”

With a low sound of frustration, the paladin snapped back, “Keep trying to breathe for her then-just hold her head steady and be ready for when I tell you-“

Lamair shifted, paldron digging into his side as she shoved him with her shoulder. She fumbled with pulling Moss’s light armor off. Her robes gave way next with one sharp tug. One hand on top of the other lay between her breasts before Larimar began to press.

It took a few times to fall into a proper rhythm. Face pinched into a familiar focused expression as the woman felt ribs flex under her hands. She hardly noticed when a hand was placed against the small of her back.

“What can I do?”

Lamiar nearly jumped out of her skin at the warlock's voice. Her compressions faltered for only a moment at the interruption as she snapped back to focus, “Press her belly, we gotta get this out of her.”

Wobbly as she was, the dwarf didn’t hesitate. She side-stepped around to straddle the gnome's legs. Hands moving to her soft stomach to press in time with the water genasi’s compressions. Letting out a grunt as she locked her legs around Moss’s thighs to give her leverage.

It became a steady rhythm within moments. Each time hands lifted from the gnome’s stomach a second set pressed down into her chest. Rocking back and forth. Her head would have swayed from the force had the fighter's hands not held it firm. The thick fluid spurted past her lips in the first few sharp presses before it gave way to a slow trickle of ooze.

The man stared down at her with wide eyes. Fingers were clumsy as they wiped away the small spurts of thick fluid forced up her throat. His voice was heavy as he pleaded lowly, eyes scanning frantically for any sort of response, “I’m gonna get you heavy armor after this. Fuck, I’ll carry you in my damn pockets.”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. A snort of laughter maybe. Anything but that slack-jawed and glassy look. He didn’t hear them ask him to act but when they stopped compressions he did so regardless. Leaning down and sealing his lips over hers as fingers pinched her nostrils. It felt like trying to force air through a reed and her chest barely shifted. He let out a wounded sound of frustration. Mahl pulled away to let the air trickle back out and tried again with more force. This time rewarded with a more noticeable lift. The victory felt rather hollow though when she remained so unsettlingly still. His hands slid back down to gently hold her jaw. Keeping his fingers pressed into her pulse point.

Within seconds the two women began compressions once more. Barlynn was quickly growing tired from the effort as she shifted to try to use her body weight rather than her arms alone. Each move made her painfully aware of how limp the body beneath her was. She looked as if she wanted to say something too. A sharp comment about short folks sticking together on the tip of her tongue. A plea for her to just wake up. Something to fill the space other than the soft sound of flesh hitting flesh and an odd gagging. Barlynn cast Larimar a helpless look. Silently looking for reassurance their efforts were working.

Larimar’s face gave little away. The sharp focus never wavered as she pressed down with the same steady force. There was not a single detail missed. Every sway of the gnome's breasts, every bulge from her belly, every twitch of her tongue, was noted. Ready to act at any sign of life from the limp woman below. The woman’s shoulders and arms began to ache. Already exhausted from the fight before. Gritting her teeth she locked her elbows and squared her shoulders.

So when Maul made a startled noise at the flutter of a pulse she acted before he could even speak. Hands gently sliding flat across Moss’s chest as healing magic warmed her palms. An action that was rewarded with a heave and guttural noise that cut through the remaining slime.

Her hands slid further to Moss’s waist and shoulder to roll her onto her side. Barlynn quickly had to adjust to allow her to do so. As the gnome choked and sputtered she slapped the heel of her hand into her back, urging, “Cough. Just cough, we have you.”

Barlynn nodded in agreement, her hand trembling as she continued to give gentle thrusts into the ranger’s belly. Wrinkling her nose to force back the moisture in her eyes. Focusing instead on her actions of the gentle presses and rubbing slowly to ease the woman’s distress. Mahl took note. His hands frozen in place before he shifted them to cushion Moss’s head properly. Callused hands patting her cheek and brushing her hair back.

As the choked gasps settled into quiet wheezes Larimar bent down. Wrapping her arms around her waist to lift her and press her face into the crook of her neck. Mumbling a soft prayer against her skin as she squeezed. Raising her voice to be better heard, “Get camp set up, we’ll find a proper healer tomorrow.”

Mahl gave a stiff nod. Only lingering for one moment longer. Dipping down to press a rough kiss against the gnome’s hairline as he scolded, “Little fucker is cursed, I swear it.”