@clockworknightmares / clockworknightmares.tumblr.com
He's sopping wet. He's pathetic. His dick game is terrible. He looks bad. He cries at the slightest provocation. Hes trembling in fear. He's unreliable. His personality is sad, just sad. I didn't say a name but he popped into your head, didn't he? ☺️
@legacyl0st come pick up your used mop of a man he's dripping on the floor again
@clockworknightmares come get Dray. He's making a mess and making everyone uncomfortable
*shoves him back in the dumpster*
💋 for any OC you want
>:3
Legossi is absolutely enamored with the fact that it doesn’t take much at all to make Dray blush and will purposely go out of her way to tease him in public. She has no shame and has definitely fucked him in places where it would be *so* easy to be caught. They were never caught, much to Dray’s relief, but there have been close scrapes
5 for Dray!
9 for Vys!
6 for Basil!
1 for Jameson
And 3 for our queen, all hail, Rowena!
#5 Mind games or Straight forward - Dray For Dray, it really and truly depends on the whumper I use for him. I like mind games when im doing an introspective piece on him, and straight forward for that good ole fashioned whump.
#9 Defensive or Apologetic - Vys Vys gets defensive in an apologetic way. He will use apologies and flattery as a form of defense to protect himself.
#6 Fevered or Freezing - Basil ohh I haven't done either yet, but now I really want to try Freezing with him.
#1 Stabbed or Shot - Jamison and this is not my usual answer to this question, but in regards to Jamison... shot. 100%. The boy would do well with a good stabbing too, but due to the piracy and voyaging? he needs to be shot.
#3 Collars or Muzzles - Rowena She usually prefers the use of a good collar, but with Dray, that muzzle is occasionally necessary to have on hand >:3
#4 with Dray! - @studyofwhump
#4 - Whipping or Beating
For Dray, I'm definitely going to have to go with whipping. it is a trope i am never tired of writing for him <3
For anyone: Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day.
I'm going to answer for Dray since I have a very clear idea of how he dresses.
Base layer:
Mid layer:
Outer layer:
Additional accessories:
In honor of Dray’s bday i thought i’d post this! he belongs to @clockworkgalaxies and Thiago is mine!
a Dray “help children flock to me like I’m the pied piper” Avren moodboard
I forgot one
Whumptober day 9 - Take me instead
Thiago being brave for once! Feat @clockworkgalaxies‘ boy Dray c:
“I’m starting to think you like getting the whip.”
“Chain him up.”
The warden waves his hand at two guards who immediately grab the struggling half dragon by the arms and drag him to the middle of the cell where two chains hang down from the ceiling.
Dray’s wrists are locked in tightly, and the warden pulls a lever. The chains raise until they suspend his arms above his head as high as they’ll go without pulling him off his feet.
“I’d say I’m getting weary of these frequent visits, but I can’t help loving a good exercise like this.” The warden uncoils a whip and runs his hand along it almost lovingly. “This is the second time this week. You just never learn, do you?”
“Go fuck yourself, you elf shit”, Dray spits, focusing on his anger instead of the very real pain he was already in. And they hadn’t even started.
“That mouth-” The warden tapped Dray’s face with the coiled whip, earning a snarl and snap of teeth from the half dragon, “Is getting you into a lot of trouble. Maybe we should remove that temptation until further notice.” A leather muzzle is produced from a chest in the corner of the room and one of the guards grips the ends of his hair and pulls his head back roughly.
The warden traces a finger down the vulnerable skin of Dray’s now exposed neck. “You need to learn how things work around here. I’m not a patient man. I’ve tried to teach you- we even went over this same thing earlier this week.” He smiles when he gets a shiver out of his prisoner.
He then forces the muzzle over Dray’s face, yanking the strap tight so it bites into his nose and cheeks sharply and forces his jaw shut. “That should help you learn to be quiet mongrel. I think we’ll leave that on for a few days this time, what to do you think?”
He doesn’t get an answer of course, but the look in Dray’s eyes shows exactly what he’s thinking. The warden sighs theatrically. “Well you did this to yourself. So don’t blame me. But enough stalling.” He checks the chains to make sure they’re secure and waves the guards away. “I’ll take it from here.”
The whish-crack of the whip makes Dray flinch in spite of his resolve to be tough and unyielding. His back is still a mess of partially healed and scabbing lashes from a few days prior. Apparently directing his colorful language at the warden has its consequences. That and the minor infraction of biting a guard’s nose. But who’s keeping count?
The first lash comes without warning, striking across his back hard. The warden has a heavy hand and doesn’t waste time getting to business. A second strike, a third. The forth cracks, splitting open a healing wound. Dray throws himself against his chains, breathing heavily into the muzzle. Unfortunately it isn’t easy, restricting his oxygen and making it difficult to pull breaths in.
The warden doesn’t care. If anything, Dray’s reaction only fuels him, the lashes laying on faster and heavier.
Dray’s resolve breaks around the seventeenth strike and then with each lash he’s whimpering, then screaming into the muzzle that keeps his noises muffled. He can’t breathe- he can’t breath- can’t breath-
Something slaps him across the face, driving the muzzle back into his face. He awakens with a whimper and realizes he’s slumped down in his chains, handing from his wrists.
“Wake up half breed. Didn’t tell you you could pass out, did I? We’re not finished yet.” The warden smiles with a gleam in his eyes. “Still have a good many more to go.”
suddenly the topic of a glaring contest between Dray and Taron was brought up between @clockworkgalaxies @for-the-love-of-angst and me, and you kno i’m a ho for drawing so this happened :’D
Thiago’s getting a little bit concerned, just a little bit
ITS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN!!
I’m not saying that resting my head on a man’s chest would solve all my problems, but it wouldn’t hurt
This is all @wildfaewhump‘s fault okay and also mine but they encouraged me
“One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.” From this prompt list here
Late nights- or early mornings, not that it mattered. They blended together. It was in that early grey light- before the sun had yet to show herself- that Vys allows himself to look at the face half buried in the pillow next to him. Sometimes he’ll trace the scar spanning the bridge of the nose with a featherlight touch, or one of the many trailing over the shoulder and down the back where it disappears beneath his silk sheets.
But not this morning. Instead he just brushes the tangled waves out of Dray’s face and watches him sleep, slow even breathing, almost peaceful. As peaceful as they’ll every get- in their situation. He’s not quite sure how they got to this point, but they’re here, even as dangerous as it is.
Vys regrets nothing.
“ ‘mmm…” Dray shifts, face turning out of the pillow. There’s little lines from the creases of the pillowcase on his face, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
Vys puts a hand up, carefully- gently- brushing his thumb against the curve of Dray’s lip. These are the moments he wishes would last for an eternity- before they’re pulled away and into the whole world of treading lightly in fear of a grave misstep. Here it feels safe, even if it’s only a fragile, paper-thin illusion.
His heart isn’t crafted for this sort of emotion.
He shifts forward and ghosts his lips against Dray’s, not willing to break this frail peacefulness of the early light of day with the chance of waking the other man in his bed.
With a sigh, Vys draws back and tucks Dray’s head under his. This is only going to end badly for both of them.
Hullo
I have arrived to ask random questions because ADHD
What's Dray's favourite kind of cookie?
His favorite is just a regular old chocolate chip cookie! Sometimes he likes oatmeal in it. But all cookies are good cookies to him!
an unexplained breath of cold washes over your skin as a disembodied voice requests,
what are five headcanons about your characters?
Sorry this has been sitting in my inbox forever~
Dray really likes soup. He likes adding new things into it to change the flavor even with simple ingredients. Even after long years of soup being one of his only options for food (makes ingredients stretch longer, watered down etc) he still loves it.
Rowena executed her Regent who was the acting ruler at the time and took her throne early. She claims he tried to poison her so he could have the throne for himself. No one dared to question this.
Jynx can’t read and has successfully fooled everyone around him into thinking he can. He’s in too deep now and doesn’t know how to bring up the fact that he can’t.
Imrie has an amazing singing voice with a very wide range. They might be a little too prideful about it.
One more about Dray: he might have a little crush on @for-the-love-of-angst’s Zizi, which is kind of a problem bc she’s married 😂
Tw for “it” as pronouns, dehumanization, slavery, blood (+ the drinking of blood), drugged whumpee, non-sexual nudity, power dynamics.
The summons to Rowena’s private chambers is not an uncommon occurrence for Vys. He lives to serve the Empress after all. And as nothing is more important than Her Majesty’s wishes being immediately responded to, he abandons the game of dice where he was quietly, but effectively fleecing several Ostri out of not money, but favors. His whole life is tied up in secrets and favors and the like. It’s all he will play for these days, as the Ostri have learned. If they want his ear, his favors, his close ties with the Empress, they will offer him something worth winning.
Rowena has been absent in the weeks following the securing of her prize. Nothing out of the ordinary to the eyes of the public, as she often takes time away from duties following the celebrations. However what Vys has found most peculiar is that she has found no need for him either. In fact, this summons is his first in weeks. He tries to not let that fact bother him, she has had other gifts in the past that consume her attention before the newness fades away, while he has always been a constant at her side. He will continue to be the constant- always, he is determined.
Rowena’s private living spaces are hidden deep within her palace, with a very few even knowing the path to them. Her Imperial guards, a handful of choice staff, several priestesses of only the highest order, and Vys. He takes great pride in this arrangement and also great fear, knowing the slightest misstep with any information will result in his immediate execution. It has taken him a long time to be allowed to come and go as he pleases, have his own private set of chambers in the same hidden wing as her Majesty’s, and essentially do whatever he wants as long as he remains at her immediate beck and call and whim. Like now.
He doesn't know what she’s done with the gift she was so intent on having, it's possible it’s newness has worn away and she’s tired of it already. He hopes so. He would much rather be at her side, knowing where he stands in her favor than apart and unknowing.
There’s a sharp scent lingering in the air as he approaches her chambers and an uncharacteristically low presence of guards. Vys has known Rowena to send guards away at times when she wishes to be fully undisturbed, but that fact with the combination of sharp but sweet smell that his sensitive fae senses are picking up causes him to put more swiftness into his step.
He raps lightly at her door when he arrives, but does not wait for a response. He’s already been summoned, he knows not to keep her waiting any longer than to announce his presence. The smell only grows in his nostrils as he crosses the threshold. Blood. The iron tang in the air that makes his throat scratch. He knows it well by now, in his extensive time surrounded by Rowena and her court. Fae characteristically do not have a good history with iron. He’s wondered on more than one occasion if humans somehow developed the higher concentration of iron in their life blood over the years as a deterrent to the more predatory species that might see them as nothing more than a meal. Humans are resilient- if nothing else.
🌈 dray!
Here’s simple one for Dray. It’s no surprise I associate him with the color blue, hence the fact I made it his entire color scheme 💙
