Im a wlw gal in her mid 20s who has lurked in the resus community for a little while and is trying to get a little more comfortable with their interests involving it and cardiophilia. Open to chatting with folks but a heads up:
🌸 Minors dni, this is an 18+ zone
🌸 I won’t be sharing any personal info or photos
🌸 Currently open for RP with folks! More info on that under the read more. For anything I’ve written it will be tagged with “#blossom’s writing”
🌸 I’m more into the emotional and dramatics of resus more than anything. It’s about the hurt and comfort and strictly fantasy
🌸 Anything to do with gore is a no go for me
🌸 I am a very ✨nervous✨ at ✨all times✨
🌸 Talk to me about your OCs and dnd characters and show me your art
🌸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
🌸I don’t plan RPing anything outright explicit (also have zero irl experience so I wouldn’t be your ideal partner for that anyways), but a little bit of spice and sexual themes is fine
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Can I be horny on main for a second and talk about the concept of a couple playing with a remote controlled toy and causing the other to choke on accident at dinner?
Such a kind ask 💙💙 gonna slide just a short little info dump under the read more since I figure exactly one person is here for it
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!
Barlynn is Lowkey my favorite though since she had a fun background of being a hex blade warlock after finding a cool sword in the mines and had to learn magic. I also think Mahl the ex pirate and Larimar the navy captain who chased him around should kiss a little but that’s just me. And also since technically they are the only two who have canon interacted lmao
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Dusting off this blog with a spoiled jug of milk from the store and mediocre content that barely made it from the drafts
Contents: Female victim, multiple rescuers, fantasy setting, drowning in viscus fluids
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Moss always went down during combat.
The first time was terrifying. A frantic display of blood and healing magic. The second time was just as stressful. By the third time, they held an intervention. Armed with a plan of new armor and a pack full of health potions.
She went down again in the next fight.
At some point, everyone became desensitized to it. No more yelling and panic. Instead a calm pat on the back with a healing spell. She would be up with a thumbs up and a mouthful of blood. So no one was worried that when they finally managed to take down the slime monster in the swamp, Moss was left lying face down in the puddle of ooze left behind.
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.”
Larimar made a tired sound of agreement as she eased her shuddering form properly into her lap. Allowing Barlynn to shakily rub her hand up and down her back, “Healer tomorrow. And then a priest.”
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Also for the three people out there who look forward to anything I write I am sorry for not being around or posting anything for so long. Do not have any excuse besides it’s tough times out here and I’ve just been burnt out so I’ve just been lurking
I would say poor Cypress, but every fey knows flying in the rain's a bad idea, and a prince should really know better. He ended up careening straight into some rocks stacked in a pond. A pinned wing isn't much fun at the best of times, and it's a lot worse when it means you're trapped underwater.
Clementine's too kind a soul to just leave him there, but fairies are very reclusive and this is the first time she's seen one! How do you go about resuscitating a drowning sprite, anyway?
He's awfully small - it's hard not to worry about doing more harm than good.
I think size differences between rescuer and victim is so fun!
This art's a bit older by now, but it lead into my first (and probably still most extensive) jump into animating a cohesive story lmao - I'll update soon with some of said animations! Maybe in multiple parts? I haven't figured it out yet, tbh! Anyway, here's the poor guy when he's not - well, you know.
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Really really thinking about that DnD session where my Druid got knocked out of wild shape while way under water in the middle of the ocean. Feels like it be fun to revisit sometime.