#robyn oc

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🥰😭✋

😭 – a shoulder to cry on

✋ – a hand carding gently through their hair

For Túathal.

I couldn't fit 🥰 in so I'll write you a second drabble for that one.

From this ask game, Túathal's masterlist is here.

Taglist: @annablogsposts @kixngiggles

CWs: captivity, non-human whumpee (merman), bruises, impaled

Túathal looks out of the small window in Robyn's berth. The full moon's shining in, bathing them both in silvery light as Robyn tends to Túathal's tail.

The full moon. That means he's been here a whole moon cycle. Stuck here, in the belly of this ship, being hurt and defiled, for a whole accursed moon cycle.

He closes his eyes as a tear trickles down his cheek. His tail hurts, there's a giant metal pin holding it to the floor, not to mention the bloody, inflamed patches where his scales have been stolen, and goddess below it's agony. It's not like every part of him doesn't hurt but his tail is the worst.

He just wants to go home.

Robyn presses gentle pressure to Túathal's tail and Túathal whimpers, biting his lip too late to stop it. The human murmurs something that he doesn't understand as Túathal's cheeks burn with humiliation at letting anyone know his pain, even just Robyn. He's a prince, he shouldn't be weak like this. Even though, somehow, he doesn't think his family would mind.

No. No, he can't think about them. Not here. But, goddess, he misses them so much.

A warm, calloused hand touches his shoulder and he opens his eyes to see Robyn peering at him through a heavily-swollen eyelid. His face and arms are mottled with bruises from trying to stop the other humans impaling Túathal a few days ago. He mouths the word "finished," and Túathal looks down to see the majority of his body swathed in off-white bandages. His injuries would heal better with more salt water rather than those, but he doesn't know how to communicate that and he appreciates Robyn trying all the same. Appreciates the human so much, likes him even, and isn't that something he never would've thought just a moon cycle ago?

Túathal doesn't resist, doesn't want to resist, as Robyn reaches out a hand and gently guides Túathal's head to rest on his shoulder.

Túathal swallows hard. All his instincts go against letting himself relax on a human but... this is Robyn. Robyn, who's been kind to him, despite the fact that it would be easier to let the other humans do as they wish. Túathal sinks his head into Robyn's shirt, wetting it with tears he can't keep in anymore. Pained, lonely tears.

Robyn's hand combs gently through his hair, detangling small knots, scratching his itching scalp, and he lets himself sink further, trying not to sob too hard and hurt his tail with the movement. Robyn murmurs soothingly, his words soft in Túathal's ear, causing a wistful ache in his heart.

A full moon is a time for wishes. As Robyn comforts Túathal, Túathal wishes desperately that he'll get to go home soon.

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im tryna appreciate my lady ocs more lmao ive been focusing on my lads 4 too long

[wyaakk]

@krekdon

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@octopus-reactivated second drabble from your ask! For Robyn this time (couldn't get it to work with Túathal, he didn't want it).

From this ask game, Robyn and Túathal's masterlist is here.

This is set much later on in the timeline than we're at now.

🥰 – post-nightmare cuddles

Taglist: @annablogsposts @kixngiggles

CWs: captivity, nightmares, non-human whumpee (merman), human whumpee, multiple whumpees, dream vivisection and organ removal (not graphic)

Robyn can hear screaming. It's dark, and the scream reverberates around him, bouncing off surfaces. He can't tell where it's coming from but he knows whose it is.

Túathal's.

He can't tell which direction the merman's in, but he takes off running anyway only to smack straight into a wall. A soft yellow light winks on behind him and he turns, dreading what he already somehow knows he'll see.

He can see a silhouette of a merman struggling and someone approaches it, carrying a net over his shoulder. Robyn starts running towards them but it's like he's standing still, as fast as he goes he isn't getting any closer, and then he blinks and there's a knife, the man's slicing into Túathal's chest and there's so much screaming and finally, finally, Robyn makes it to him but it's too late, Túathal's not breathing, his eyes are shut. The man now has a knife in one hand and Túathal's dripping heart in the other, and he opens his mouth and Túathal's voice comes out.

What?

He's saying something urgent in that deep, melodic speech of his, and Robyn struggles to understand it even as the man lifts the knife again, plunging it towards Robyn, who's frozen.

Robyn wakes with a yell and shoots up, head bashing against something solid, a clawed hand on his shoulder, something fairly soft under him, a low, melodic, scared voice talking to him.

Wait. That's Túathal's voice. But... it's not screaming in pain...

As he becomes more aware, Robyn realises that they're in bed, on a ship, gently rocking on the ocean. They're safe, Túathal isn't caught, he's not going to be cut up, they're safe now.

He feels his heart slow. Relatively safe, anyway. Túathal's not on show anymore, Robyn's not having to put himself in danger to rescue him either.

Robyn looks up as Túathal curls an arm around him, holding him close to his chest and lying them both back down, Robyn underneath. He's not covered in blood, there's no screaming, yes he looks worried but not with the intensity of fear as he did in that enclosure. It's a soft worry. Robyn reaches out a hand to touch his chest.

"They were going to cut your heart out," Robyn says shakily, knowing that Túathal can't understand but he has to say it. He can't be free of it if he won't say it. "He cut your heart out and you were dead, and you were screaming so much. I couldn't help, I couldn't reach you in time."

Túathal doesn't understand English (or Irish, actually, this time, Robyn realises – he's started speaking Irish in his panic), but he must realise something because he moves Robyn's hand carefully until it's over his heart, covering it with the hand not circling Robyn. Robyn lies there, feeling the merman's warmth, heart beating fiercely under his palm.

There's... singing, he realises. Túathal's singing. It sounds like a lullaby, and maybe it is. On this small bed they can now share, on a ship where Túathal can only switch to his mer form in the dead of night (like now, apparently), with no idea where they're headed, they both certainly need it. It's... calming.

"Your heart's too big," murmurs Robyn, pulling Túathal down on him just a little until he forms a warm merman blanket, "couldn't remove it if he tried."

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Character intros

Out of the water masterlist

*chanting* merwhump merwhump merwhump

*chanting* pirate whump pirate whump pirate whump

Picrew here.

Túathal

Species: Merfolk

Pronouns: he/him

Whump type: whumpee/caretaker

Background: He's a merfolk prince of Imbathil, a kingdom off the coast of Ireland, who's captured by pirates after getting lost in a storm. Merfolk scales are valuable, as is the crown he wears, and the pirates keep him as a source of the scales. Arrogant and prideful, he speaks Mermish and not a word of any common human language – he has no interest in anything to do with humans. He enjoys pranking his two younger siblings, and is well-educated in the ocean and sea creatures, as well as his own society. He's fascinated by pufferfish, and very protective of people he likes – his fight/flight/freeze response is definitely fight. His tail is silvery-blue/pearlescent, and he also has claws and sharp teeth when in merman form.

Robyn

Species: Human

Pronouns: he/him

Whump type: whumpee/caretaker

Background: He's the youngest of the pirates, and not especially happy about capturing Túathal, initially because he's superstitious and thinks it's bad luck to have a merman on board. He's not popular among the pirates, and as such gets landed with the care of Túathal (they end up having to share quarters on the ship because there's nowhere else to put Túathal, which neither of them are really happy with). He can't speak or understand Mermish, but they become close nonetheless and he ends up getting used as leverage against Túathal by the other pirates. The scars on his face come from the first time he tried to patch up Túathal (not the eyepatch though – that's older). While he's not religious, he grew up Christian so tends to cross himself automatically. He's also trans, which the other pirates don't know and which is part of the reason he became a pirate.

James

Species: Human

Pronouns: he/him

Whump: whumper

Background: The quartermaster on the pirate ship, the captain puts him in charge of Túathal, since he's the most enthusiastic about keeping the merman. James promptly offloads the actual caring part onto Robyn, but he's still more than willing to do the things that hurt Túathal. The scar on his cheek came from catching Túathal. He's not their only whumper, but he's the main one.

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ocs i've been developing for a short comic idea ive been playing around with 😎

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oh shit, re: the last ask

i have just realised that they start from one from every section 😅😅😅

those questions are for the writer ^-^

as a bonus, how about 4 for the whumpee

- emc

(you didn't specify, so I'm going with Túathal, just after the next chapter. You do speak mer, right?)

4. How long have you been captive?

"I'm not sure. It can't have been long. The human, Robyn he calls himself, he... treated me. But I'm not staying. As soon as I get my strength back I'm leaving. And no human will be able to stop me."

Túathal pauses and hisses at the young pirate in the corner, who's attempting not to fiddle with the bandages on his face. Robyn startles, then rolls his eyes, a nervous look in them as he backs away very slightly.

"Just as soon as I get my strength back."