#finn (oc)

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

New trick

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Finn goes by they/he and Xavier goes by ass/hole because he's a horrible person

TW: dehumanisation, public humiliation mention, sadistic whumper

"Get out" Finn hit their head as they flinched away from the sound of Xavier kicking unlocking the cage he kept him in. He scrambled to the furthest corner of the small space, pressing himself up against the bars as hard as they could.

"Why?" they asked timidly, not making a move just yet. Xavier had made it clear that he would always be safe in the cage, he would never hurt them while they were resting inside. Foolishly, Finn started relying on the safety and relative comfort of being kept at arms length from him, and was brave enough to question the order.

"Because I want to hurt you" Xavier replied with a casual, almost uninterested tone, before flashing them a malicious grin.

"But- but you said- you promised not to hurt me in here" Finn whined, averting their gaze, before tears started welling up in their eyes. He started crying so easily every time Xavier forced eye contact, they could swore there was something in his ice-cold grey eyes that hurt their own.

"I know what I said, and I'm keeping that promise, so get out" His voice was calm, as was his face and posture, but Finn had already learned that meant nothing, when it came to reading Xavier's moods.

"What if I don't?" they risked the question, a bold choice, still under the assumption that their cage protected them.

"Then," Xavier crouched down, now they were on the same level, if he reached an arm out he would've been able to grab them "I'll drag you out here and get rid of your cage entirely, how about that?" He did reach out, and wrapped a hand around their ankle as a warning. His touch was warm on their leg, in strong contrast with their entire being that radiated cold like he was an iceberg on the arctic. His hair, his clothes, even his cologne smelled like a snowstrom on a cold winter night.

Finn swallowed, unable to verbalise any coherent answer, and then finally nodded. Xavier pulled his hand back, and stood back up, stepping away just enough to leave him space to crawl out.

Their back was on fire as they peeled themself off the bars of the cage, slowly and miserably making their way over to hands and knees to leave the safe haven it had become.

The moment their head was through the opening Xavier was quick to clip a leash to their collar, and softly tugging on it to hurry up the process.

"Please Xavier" he started, already humiliated, begging not to be hurt wouldn't chip away anything from the scraps of whatever dignity they had left, if any "Please don't hurt me"

"That's so sweet of you" he cooed condescendingly and leaned down to ruffle Finn's hair "But I was just joking you stupid bitch, it's lunchtime, I'm feeding you" he laughed. It was a hearty, warm sound bubbling up from his chest, another confusing trait contrasting the icy exterior.

Finn followed to the open plan area that served as a small kitchen, dining room and living room at once. They knew their place already, even without Xavier pointing them to it on the ground, right next to his chair.

He dropped the leash and sauntered to the kitchen counter, where he seemed to have already prepared two plates of food. Or rather one plate and a metal dog bowl. At least both contained the same food, Finn noted with delight. Xavier sat down, and placed his plate and cutlery neatly on the table, and then dropped the bowl in front of them rather unceremoniously. It was rice and generously seasoned chicken drumsticks, not much of it spilled on the floor. Less to clean up afterwards.

Finn sat quietly on his heels, with hands neatly folded in his lap. They could all but ignore the smell of the chicken, salivating at the thought of biting into it and ripping all the meat clean off the bone.

Their stomach rumbled, abruptly and loudly, startling them and cathing Xavier's attention. He started laughing, again, he had to stop midway through a bite to calm himself down to be able to swallow and say anything. Finn wished he'd choke.

"That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life" he cracked up, one hand wiping tears from his eyes and the other on his belly "You're waiting for fucking permission, I never even taught you that" Finn blushed to the deepest shade of red as he could imagine, shame crawling up his throat, squeezing the remnants of their dignity away "I have to take a picture of this"

Xavier pulled his phone out, aiming the camera at Finn's face. They knew better than to look away. He turned the phone around showing them the picture as always, and their stomach dropped at the sight.

His hair was disheveled and dull, as he wasn't allowed to freshen up the warm chestnut dye they had used before. His eyes brimming with tears, that he felt had started running down their cheeks just after the photo was taken. Their body was worn, scars littering his skin all over, and they had lost vitality that once radiated from their pudgy thighs and waist, not looking malnourished, but empty and dull just like their hair.

"I'm posting this, mutt, let's hope the people like it" he pulled the phone away and placed it next to his plate as he continued eating and clicking away with his free hand.

"You can eat" he smirked, still entertained by Finn, but not even glancing at them.

They dove in, and it was heavenly. The chicken was perfect with a crispy seasoned outer layer and the rice cooked to the best consistency, where the grains were soft enough but still separated easily. Finn didn't mind the dog bowl or the lack of utensils anymore, being this hungry he would've eaten anything Xavier put in front of them, but Xavier's cooking being a real culinary delight made up for everything. They were sure that later when he was alone they'd regret thinking about it like that, but it didn't matter at that moment. They could dwell on the morals of enjoying whatever they were given later, with a full stomach and in the safety of their cage.

[pigeonwhumps]

Retraining

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Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

@littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy

Finn starts retraining Lea on her positions (with a Romantic focus).

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, creepy whumper, rape, stress positions, beating, electric shocks, mentioned gang rape, restraints, gag, blindfold, non-con nudity

Finn steps quietly into the little white room, watching its occupant with a smile. 436643. His acquisition. Finally. She's in a straitjacket and tight black shorts, and a leather blindfold. If his instructions have been followed correctly that should be a pecker gag in her mouth.

After seven years, he finally has the opportunity to train her.

After he's looked his fill, he crosses the room with measured footsteps, watching in satisfaction as his trainee stiffens. He can almost hear her heart rate rise and crouches down, pulling the blindfold away.

Oh, her eyes. So dark brown, so full of fear. He's getting hard already.

"Hello, 436643. I'm your new handler. I'll make you more comfortable." He pulls out the gag none-too-gently, and his trainee works her jaw a little.

"Thank- thank you, sir."

"So you have some manners. That's good. From your behaviour earlier I was beginning to think you didn't. Do you know why you and I are here?"

643 looks at her feet. "You're- you're going to train me to-to be a Romantic, sir."

"Very good. You've been very badly behaved up until now, but I'm going to turn you into the best slut here. Stop you from being so worthless that you're discarded at every turn. If you do well, maybe we can even find you an owner, which is what you want, isn't it 643?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll start today by teaching you your positions. If you do well, I'll fuck you later. If you make a mistake you'll be punished. Trust me, 643, you'll prefer the sex."

"Yes-yes, sir."

Finn smiles. Break her first, then mould and shape her until she's begging for sex. Make it her greatest reward and then she'll crave it. This is why his trainees are always the best. You have to punish them hard enough that even if they're unwilling, sex is still better. And then you can work on the specifics. Reward sex has to be comfortable, too, it can't be more painful than the punishments (at least, not at first. You have to build up to that, because a prospective might want it). Not everyone gets that.

And if all else fails, there's always the drugs.

She whines slightly as he removes the straitjacket (revealing a tight, fitted t-shirt) and he slaps her cheek. "Quiet. Nobody wants a pet who complains." 643 bows her head. Finn fiddles with the remote in his hand, bringing a concealed projector down from the ceiling and turning it on to display an image of a pet in a perfect position one. "Head up and look at the screen." She obeys. "This is position one. I want you to copy this pet, and get into each of the positions they display quickly and accurately. Prove to me you're worth another owner eventually."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. And we'll begin. Position one."

His trainee (his trainee, god, he finally gets her, he can't believe his luck) scrambles to her feet, standing straight, hands by her side and feet shoulder-width apart. She's not as fluid as he'd like, but this'll do for now. He presses a button.

"Position two. Try to be more fluid in your transition this time."

He can see an attempt at it, but not enough. She kneels down, placing her bum on her ankles. She's pretty much sitting on them.

He sighs and presses his baton to the side of her bottom, then turns it on. She jumps and yelps.

"Silence. I'll not ask again. Place your bum there, don't sit." She obeys with a flicker of a scared glance at him. "Better."

And they continue. For position 21 he folds the metal bed down from the wall, and the whole way through he's making a note of what he needs to help her learn her positions.

"How is your muscle memory so bad?" he asks, slamming the electrified cane down on her shoulders for the fifth time in this position. The cane works better than the baton for this. "No wonder you were discarded. Shoulders lower, back straight, head right down."

She doesn't make a sound this time. She can't.

By the end she's black and blue and red, and Finn sighs heavily.

"You need a lot of work. We'll do some intensive focus for the rest of today's sessions. You didn't do well enough for a reward, but you need a demonstration, and I need to test you. Remember, this would be far better if you were a better trainee." He unbuttons his trousers. "Position 22."

643 kneels, sets her bum on her ankles (without sitting this time, finally, clearly the large welts are doing the trick), and opens her mouth.

Finn smiles. The urge to ignore her position training and just have proper sex is strong, but it'll be more satisfying in the end if she's trained properly first, he knows.

"You remembered. Good girl."

He slides his cock into her mouth and she takes it. No teeth, thankfully, and although she's not really very good at it he still cums, causing her to choke and splutter.

"I'll teach you. You'll still be the best slut here by the time I'm finished. Now, stay in this position, and I'll be back shortly."

He strolls out the door, leaving her still spluttering, and heads for the nearest supply closet. He pulls out what he needs.

"Hi Finn."

He holds back a sigh. It's not that he doesn't like his colleagues, it's just that... well, yes, it's that. But the better relationships he appears to have the more leeway there is and the more off-the-record perks he's likely to get, so he turns and pastes on a smile.

"Hi Kevin. How's it going?"

"Oh, good, good. Just putting the finishing touches on my latest trainee. He ships tomorrow. Going to work some fancy cruise ship." Ah yes, that's right. He's a Combination of Romantic and something-or-other (Finn wasn't really listening). Finn didn't partake (he doesn't go for men) but he knows Kevin's been teaching his trainee to entertain multiple people at a time. "What about 643?"

"We're doing intensive position training at the moment. She really needs to learn how to swallow."

Kevin smirks. "Have fun."

"Oh I will, believe me." She's going to be under his care for months, and he'll be watching every step of the way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get this–"he holds up his tools–"to my trainee."

Kevin nods and walks away. Finn strides towards 643's room, smile turning genuine. His trainee is still in the same position when he enters, eyes watering, looking rather desperate now.

"Good girl."

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"Good girl."

643 shivers. Her mouth aches from being open so long, and her chin is sticky, but the praise feels so good. She watches her handler, hoping for release even though she shouldn't.

"Back to neutral. Take your clothes off, this isn't a position your owner will have you dressed for. And have a drink of water."

643 works her jaw. She doesn't think she's ever had her mouth open for so long in a day before. Or maybe it's been more than a day now. She doesn't know in here.

It doesn't matter. She's a good pet, she'll always obey and it doesn't matter when or for how long. She's good.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He nods and is quiet for a couple of minutes, watching her drink.

"We'll start with position 34. Get into it."

643 lies on her back gingerly and takes one ankle in each hand, as lightly as possible to avoid pressing too much on the injuries. She bends her legs in half and spreads them as much as she can.

It's not far. She's never been good. Her handler sighs.

"As I thought. You need help. Let me make this easier for you." He holds some rope up and ties it around her wrists, tying them to her ankles tightly and then that combination to her thighs. It's silky rope but it presses and rubs on her welts and bruises, and she bites her lip so she doesn't cry out. That would be a bad thing to do, and she's good.

She's trying so hard to be good.

Then he brings over a metal bar with cuffs at both ends and snaps them around her legs, just above her knees. He twists the bar and pulls it, and her legs spread apart to as far as is just about comfortable, and then further. So far she thinks they'll break.

"That's better. And one last thing, because there's no point you being able to hold this position if no-one can use you in it." He takes up... something, her eyes are watering from the strain already, and she cries out as he inserts it into her vagina, pushing it up. It's an intrusion and she doesn't like it, it feels wrong, the shape's horrible, it needs to come out.

No. No it doesn't. Her handler's in charge, and that's that. It's fine. She shouldn't be thinking like this, it's bad.

"Quiet. You were measured, it fits, stop making a fuss."

643 just bites back a whimper.

"Now, you're going to stay like that. Don't move, don't make a sound, for as long as I say. We're going to do this until you're used to the position. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," whispers 643, everything too much to speak any louder. And then there's even more when the thing inside her starts vibrating.

She doesn't know much, after that. She doesn't realise how much noise she's making. She doesn't notice it when her handler gags her. And she doesn't even realise when he eventually gives up, turns off and removes the vibrator, too far gone in her own head to notice anything.

She certainly notices the beatings though, hours later. When her handler has removed the restraints but she can't move because she's been in the same position for hours. They hit her chest this time, mostly, and her legs, hard enough to cause welts and bruises.

She's a bad pet, she knows she is. However much she tries she's bad and she won't find another owner to give her a chance at this rate, and then what will happen to her?

Once her handler's left, leaving her with a blindfold, gag, and a short break before the next one, she can't help but cry.

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

It's still Friday right? Haha, sorry for the late posting! I had to revise part of this chapter and with the holiday this week time got away from me. This is a heavy chapter, as previously mentioned, but a juicy one for me! Delving into Hector's character and Great Tree PTSD here. I also really loved doing some more lore work for the Dark Kingdom and getting into the whole legend I came up with in the last chapter (even though it took me sooo long to figure it all out).

Warnings: PTSD, secondary character death, mention of suicide/attempted suicide, general horror elements, mental manipulation from magical sources, and swearing.

Enjoy!

[fussypaws]

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game:

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself.

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken?

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?

5. Probably like 80% of it honestly!!! I post most of it, especially if you count Patreon!!

18. I don't draw traditionally much anymore but I would go through colored pencils like crazy, and also pens and highlighters. I don't think I've had any that lasted very long so we can assume probably most if not all of them lol.

30. This one honestly!! I was really proud of it and thought it would do really well but it honestly didn't get as much attention as I was expecting. I still like it though!!

[jupitermarz01]

For @tuyron

Idk I was bored so I wanted to make this just for fun

[that-tiefling-boy]

Finn & Tegan (OCs)

Here's my character's design in case anyone wants to try. I did install two mods (nothing major and really easy to use).

P4 Hair Colours Greying and Highlights

Trips' Accessories

Finn

Character

Race: Tiefling

Subrace: Asmodeus Tiefling

Class: Druid

Cantrips 2/2: Poison Spray - Thorn Whip

Background: Outlander

Abilities 27/27: Strength - 13, Dexterity - 13, Constitution - 13, Intelligence - 13, Wisdom - 13, Charisma - 13 (these can be changed by yourself if you want to try but I always like my characters to have a balance in everything so I'm not constantly rolling dice and reloading saves)

Skill Proficiencies 2/2: Nature - Perception (these are optional too)

Prepare Spells 2/2: Cure Wounds - Speak with Animals

Appearance

Body Type: 2

Identity: Male

Voice: Voice 3

Face: Head 6

Skin Color: Red Tone 5

Scarring: Scar 5

Maturity: 0%

Freckle Quantity: 100%

Freckle Intensity: 30%

Vitiligo Pigmentation: 0%

Tattoo Style: Blake Tiger

Tattoo Intensity: 100%

Tattoo Color: Grey Green

Piercing Style: A Wizard's Folly - Silver (mod)

Heterochromia: ❌

Eye Color: Demonic Green 2

Eye Makeup Style: Makeup 4

Eye Makeup Intensity: 100%

Metallic Tint Level: 0%

Glossy Tint Level: 0%

Eye Makeup Color: Black

Lip Tint Intensity: 100%

Metallic Tint Level: 50%

Glossy Tint Level: 30%

Lip Tint Color: Black 10

Hairstyle: Maudlin Pixie

Hair Color: P4_Color_TrueBlack (mod)

Highlight Intensity: 100%

Highlight Color: Emerald

Facial Hairstyle: Jawclinger

Hair Color: P4_Color_TrueBlack (mod)

Horn Style: Phlegethos Prongs

Horn Color: Dusty 5

Horn Tip Color: Green 1 (the more pastel one)

Here's some pictures of the good lookin guy:

Finn was born and raised in Baldur's Gate and has a good relationship with his parents but spent more time with his mother growing up since she was a stay at home mother. He has one sibling, a little sister named Aurora. They had a good relationship as well, and were sometimes a bit mischievous when they were younger. Finn left to be on his own after decided to be a druid, he occasionally visits his family before returning to where he lives (a treehouse). During the events of the game, Finn and Gale become friendly with each other. Finn is curious about Gale as a wizard and what happened to him, and Gale is curious about Finn being a druid and the healing abilities. By the end of the adventure, Finn and Gale end up dating and Finn follows Gale to Waterdeep where they now reside.

Tegan

Character

Race: Dragonborn

Subrace: White Dragonborn

Class: Bard

Cantrips 2/2: Vicious Mockery - Friends

Spells 4/4: Cure Wounds - Speak with Animals - Thunderwave - Feather Fall

Starting Instrument: Flute

Background: Entertainer

Abilities 27/27: Strength - 13, Dexterity - 13, Constitution - 12, Intelligence - 13, Wisdom - 13, Charisma - 14

Skill Proficiencies 3/3: Animal Handling - Perception - Persuasion

Appearance

Body Type: 1

Identity: Male

Voice: Voice 1

Face: Head 4

Crest: Halberd Blades

Chins: No Chin attachment

Jaws: Sombre Calamity

Skin Color: White 5

Piercing Style: None

Heterochromia: ❌

Eye Color: Flame Yellow 4

Eye Makeup Style: Makeup 1

Eye Makeup Intensity: 100%

Eye Makeup Color: Yellow 4

Lip Tint Intensity: 100%

Lip Tint Color: Yellow 1

Tail Style: Tail A

Here's some pictures for the boi:

Tegan originally was in an orphanage in Baldur's Gate before being adopted by a loving human couple when he was still young. He always had a love for the arts and had a talent for it, he was a born star. Tegan learned to play a flute by himself before he was given a nice flute by his parents for Xmas. He started doing shows as a teenager and was very skilled in what he was asked to do. He moved out of his parents house but remained in Baldur's Gate once he became an adult and continued his passion for the arts. During the events of the game, Wyll managed to catch his eye, both during battle and at camp. Wyll seemed to be about the only person at camp to be able to understand Tegan on a certain level, and Tegan knew he understood Wyll on a different level than most. Tegan grew a fondness and even a bit protective over Wyll as time went on, especially after Mizora turned him into a devil. Tegan and Wyll charmed each other and then decided to stay together after Wyll practically proposed to Tegan towards the end of their adventure.

[dreamberry23]

Everyone in Skullwitch Academy WOOO

This took like 2 months because of procrastination. I started this on October 6th omg.

[dreamberry24]

im not finishing this-

[arkquille]

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Finn: What are you?

Ingrid: Not. Amused. 😤

Finn: ...you're not doing it right.

(that Idiot Sandwich meme is always funny to me)

[glasswarproject]

Recreating the Ice King Crown, from Adventure Time

[pigeonwhumps]

In Memoriam

Sanctuary masterlist

Whumpcember day 8: faked death

And

AMOW day 3: getting a letter in the mail

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpcember @amonthofwhump

Finn calls his sister after she gets a leaflet through her door.

695 words + art

CWs: presumed dead, mentioned kidnapping, whumper pov, non-con, creepy whumper

Finn scowls at the picture of a flyer his sister's sent him. In memory of Samantha Young. Well, that's one way of ruining his appetite. He presses call.

"Do you like the photo?"

"What the fuck, Ashley?"

"It's your little Romantic. Isn't she cute?"

"I know what it is. I want to know why you sent it to me. And how the hell you have it."

"A rather upset young man put it through my letterbox. Apparently it would've been her thirtieth birthday on the 27th of July. I thought you could add it to your scrapbook of her."

"I have far better photos now. You remember the Christmas ones."

"Oh I do." She pauses, clearly thinking about it. "You know, I'd quite like that young man as a pet. Any chance you could..."

"No, Ashley. You know I don't go for men. Anyway, they wouldn't let you buy a pet who used to live in your city, you know that. Not unless it's a special order, with lots of money."

"Spoilsport. I bet he's related to your Romantic. Oh! Or he might be a boyfriend." She sniggers. "Imagine that little Romantic having a boyfriend."

He sighs impatiently. "Ashley. The girl on that flyer, Samantha whatever, is dead. Dead. She has been for over nine years. The Romantic I'm training now might look like her, but she's not. She's a pet. She doesn't have any friends or family, certainly not a boyfriend, and she's going to her new owner next week. She doesn't even have a brain anymore, her head's just full of obedience and ways to fuck well. Are we clear?"

"So that's why you're so grumpy. You're losing your favourite acquisition."

"Ash..."

"Fine, fine. I wasn't calling her a person."

"I know that. But better safe than sorry." He doesn't want anything to happen to his sister, after all.

"Hmm. Who's your Romantic's new owner?"

"A young Sri Lankan girl. The one who owns 065."

"Ohhh that's gotta be fun. Owning a bonded pair when one's forgotten the other. She must be some kinda sadist."

"What I don't get is why you'd give your Romantic another pet to possibly bond with. I mean, you'd think she'd want 643 entirely focused on her. I certainly would if I was her owner."

"I imagine there's plenty of fun to be had with multiple pets."

"Mm." There is, to be sure, but it's usually not as good as a pet's sole focus being you. "Anyway, I need to actually eat before I go to 643."

"Yeah, right. Enjoy."

"Oh, I will."

He cuts off and peels back the foil covering his limp ham sandwich. It looks... distinctly unappealing. He's not even hungry, really, not for this.

He knows what would be appealing though.

Finn shoves the sandwich back in his bag and jumps to his feet, a smile already spreading. Oh, he knows exactly what he's hungry for.

He strides down the corridors until he reaches 643's room and holds his keycard against the lock.

643 is kneeling beside the bed, wrists crossed behind her back, and she looks up at him demurely through her lashes as he enters. He hasn't seen her today, too busy with paperwork, and blood rushes to his cock at the sight.

"Good to see you can hold a position, 643. As you know, it's final checks this week. I need to ensure you're ready for your prospective owner. Position 22."

643 sits on her heels and tilts her head up, opening her mouth.

Finn nods approvingly. Technically this isn't a position she's likely to need with a female owner, but... maybe this Miss Anita Ranjit has a boyfriend. Or maybe she'll like to watch her pets fuck. Finn's job is to prepare 643 for anything her owner might give her, and that certainly includes a cock.

Finn unzips himself and inserts his cock into 643's gaping mouth. She's like a little bird, so eager for something to fill her up.

"Go on, suck it. Show me what a good girl you are."

643 starts working on him, and oh yes. This is a much better lunch than his ham sandwich.

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

I got it posted! FINALLY

My day turned into a complete shit show, but I'm still here (barely). I've read this through after finishing and it makes sense to me, but I am very tired. If something is amiss or doesn't make sense please let me know so I can get it fixed. Fluff and some spicy thoughts ahead! But a very fun chapter that was fun to write and torture Hector a little.

Warnings: swearing, NSFW thoughts

[fussypaws]

I just think they would be friends 💗✨

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[coffeeday2]

I finally drew Finn in a different outfit, but I don't think that this'll be his final design yet.

[nyarlah]

[dreamberry24]

Drew something for Chapter 10