Dryad - Blog Posts
DND Character of mine, Glim, they love to cook and talk to plants
Forest Nymph by Hans Heyerdahl (1890)
Here's Lunara, the First Daughter of Cenarius, from the Warcraft universe! Hope you like!
Print shop here: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/moonpix/
Inktober day 26: "You might say I'm a force of nature" The First Daughter of Cenarius, Lunara!
102/365 - autumn dryad
101/365 - summer dryad
100/365 - 100 drawings done, 265 to go :D
99/365 - trying out more painterly coloring style again
81/365 // day 21 of creatuanary 2019 - dryad
Dungeon Meshi’s Lady Monsters
10x10cm
watercolour
Get some dryads since I wanna start some nice collection of tree ladies. I'm still thinking in doing one of a wipping willows (obviously). It's nice posting again, especially after the kind and wonderful words of @rotten-carcass got the muse kicking again!!
Pretty girls that I drew for practice.
The nymph caught the dryad in her arms, by Harold Robert Millar (1904)
On your skin, woody bark,
Confusing your carmine for sap,
Coming out of your tree,
Divine-like creature
In your coat of nudity.
Pulsing tree,
Shaggy leaves,
Where does your heart bloom ?
Nymph, lead me,
Nymph, carry me,
Nymph, show me,
To your hollow - let me come.
Please, allow me to fathom
What cloaks your core.
Is it flesh or forest’s breath?
- aelenist
okay so it’s character time again
today’s characters are neon and maro, a pair of nonbinary badass npcs in the campaign that i finally started running today.
this is neon. they’re a nymph, dress in all black, can be found in the bar chatting with their friend. they’re an aromantic lesbian who takes no shit and is just generally too cool for everyone. also they wear platform boots that make them like six and a half feet tall, which is only three inches taller than their natural height. sometimes, they can be seen riding around the city on a motorcycle or in the alley having a smoke.
this is maro. they’re neon’s best friend, almost always together, naturally just over six feet tall. maro is a dryad, but their tree is burnt down. they wear all red, also ride a motorcycle, and smoke more than neon does. they’re an ace lesbian of few words and no bullshit. if they like you, they’ll say. if they want you gone, they will tell you to go away. they’re that kinda person.
This just started as a warmup sketch but now I really like how it turned out sooooo...
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Does bimboification count as tf/corruption? I have an insatiable weakness for cute twink-y boys getting turned helplessly dumb and slutty. Hope you're having a nice day! - 💗
"You there, fiend! I am Archibald IV, grandmaster arcanist, and I have come to- WOAH!" The boy's entire world went upside down. Or, more accurately, he did as his ankle was snagged by a vine that hoisted him up into the air, at the behest of his supposed quarry. The dryad woman, who'd simply stood there with a smirk as he started his spiel, chuckled, taking long, deliberate steps toward him. "D-Don't come any closer! I am an adept of fire magic, and you shall- wait, no, that's my staff! I need that!" Easily plucked away from his hands by another leafy apendage. He was now dangling from the air, unarmed and, for all intents and purposes, helpless in the monster's clutches. and he'd have made a damn racket about it too, if the woman didn't place a hand around his face, squeezing it tight.
"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing~? It is so nice of that adventurer's guild to think of sending me a gift! My, how to play with it first..." Weak fists thumped against the bark-like skin the dryad wore like armor, eliciting no reaction but a quiet giggle. "My, an active little one, aren't you? I supose we'll have to fix that... wouldn't want you hurting yourself, would we now? No, that just wouldn't do." And the monster crouched down, face to face with her victim, who looked positively enraged. Not that he could do much about it, really. "Close your eyes, now~"
Before he could even begin to formulate a retort, the woman had alright presented her palm upward, blowing on it and stirring tiny bits of pollen from her skin, flying in a small cloud, straight into his face, and into his nose. "Wh-What manner of foul conco- aah... aah-CHOO!" He sneezed, whole body rocking back and forth as it dangled from his branch. If he stayed like this too long, the blood would rush to his head. He had to think of a way to esc- aah-CHOO! To es... es... what was he just thinking about? He blinked, focusing back his foggy gaze on the dryad. Right! He had to defeat this monster and- and- aah-CHOO! And... wait, what came before the and? He was pretty sure stuff usually came before it... right? Anyway, where was he? And why was this pretty lady with hard skin taking off his robes? Something about that seemed somewhat concerning to Archibald. Maybe he should- aah-CHOO!
"There, there, much better now, no? You humans overthink things far too much, honestly. I already think for all the plants in my domain, so I don't mind thinking for you as well, okay Archie?" He was on the ground now, though the woman didn't think he realized it yet. Maybe she'd been a bit heavy-handed on the dosage. Already she could see the side-effects starting to act up, after all. The young mage wasn't at all bad looking, for a human, anyhow. The cutest little cheeks, an adorable pout as he kept sneezing his worries out, and, for as weak as he had been, his body wasn't entirely without tone, beneath the clothes she'd done away with. And for all his talk of needing his staff, the one he did have was more than respectable. Maybe. She wasn't too familiar with human standards. Regardless, it was that last point she'd need to focus on.
"Poor thing, my magic's got you all worked up, huh? It's not my fault your bodies are engineered so oddly... ah well, we should get that dealt with, shouldn't we, dear?" Archibald was, by now, only vaguely aware of the woman speaking. His mind was mostly a floating haze, and... something at the back of it told him this was bad, but he couldn't figure out why. It was... pleasant, like this. He could feel his shoulders relaxing for the first time in... in... some time. He didn't remember exactly. Really, as far as he could think of, he'd ALWAYS been tense. Now, he felt like was swinging through the air... oh. He was. Finally, he remembered that there was a world outside his own addled mind, and he checked up with his own senses just in time to realize that he was now suspended upright, by both wrists, and there was a mouth on his. Well, mouth. The lips were velvety-smooth, like petals, while the tongue that slowly danced with his had a rough, leaf-like quality to it. It was hard to focus on that when he could feel something else entirely down below... and... OH~
It felt amazing. That was just her hand, right? He didn't think hands were supposed to feel so... so... gnh, already? Already he was reaching a state he remembered well, even now, but never... never so INTENSE! The dryad parted their kiss, smiling down on him fondly as she kept pumping on his cock, a slow, steady rhythm to it with just the right amount o squeeze... of course, the way her own fluids interacted with humans, she knew anything he was feeling would be turned up to eleven. It wouldn't do to overwhelm the poor boy... yet. Oh, he was close, she could tell. Just a little push...
Archie was melting. He had to be. His body just felt so HOT, and he was on the edge of that peak of pleasure for... it felt like so long, but he knew it'd only been a few seconds at best. Every tiny tug on his cock sent another jolt through him, and all he could hope to do was even his breathing to stop himself from going lightheaded. And then, just when he knew he was about to finish... "Come on now, dear. You can do it~" The honeyed words seeped into his mind, absorbed by the spongey mush that was his brain at that moment. And he blanked out in bliss.
...
“More, dear?” The boy nodded frantically, breathing ragged and chest heaving up and down. The lazy smile now ever-present on his plush lips was once more parted by the vine that plunged into his throat, companion to the cup milking his cock relentlessly, though that one rarely left its spot. The dryad chuckled, gently stroking the boy’s hair as she watched him enjoy himself. If only all humans realized how good letting go might feel...
“You there, fiend! Release that boy this instant!” A tall woman, clad in shining silver armor and with a spear pointed at the monster, stood at the entrance to the clearing. The dryad simply smirked.
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Sketchbook dump
Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a month. (It will happen again.)
Lots of these are OCs. I refuse to elaborate.
