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i have to defend fictional women who aren't good people because if i don't who else will

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i’m cooking

completely unrelated rambling under the cut i just felt like i was posting too much of the same thing and wanted to throw a wip up on here to break it up

anyway. i only play dolplus/transmod plus because the QOL features in there are so much better than base game but the extra scenes in this mod are… MARKEDLY worse in quality than the base game. everything related to whitney’s collar and the extra scene in the canteen if robin is at high trauma… i don’t want to complain about it on the dol+ discord because it seems mean but would it actually kill whoever wrote those to at least use a spellchecker or a grammar check good god. and i have extra dol+ text turned off even :/

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Afraid

That's not the first time she's felt that angry. She remembers it well, actually, the scene that played out in front of her. Ronnie washing blood off, her own shaky hands gripping a rag soaked with hydrogen peroxide. Best they could find in a pinch. There were blood specks on the floor leading to the sink, but they'd have to clean it later.

"Okay," Ronnie said, pulling her arm out from under the water. The gash was still bad, but less messy than when she had ran into the bathroom. "Now, before it starts bleeding again-"

She doesn't need to be told twice. Robin presses the rag to her wound, and Ronnie hisses in pain. Startled, she tries to pull it away, but Ronnie presses it down harder herself, falls to her knees with her eyes watering a bit.

"Thanks." Ronnie says, her voice weak. Robin barely did anything. Maybe she should do something, now.

She hesitates, then speaks in a burst of courage.

"You should break up with her." Robin speaks, finally, and Ronnie looks up at her. That annoyingly impassive mask on her face, then she chuckles.

"I'll handle it." She says, and Robin knows it's a lost cause. She helps patch up the wound despite the shaking hands, and it's the best she can do-

But that wasn't the first time she felt that world-ending rage. Not even when Kylar kept rubbing herself up on Ronnie despite the mess she made, and how Ronnie kept bending over backwards to please the little psycho, a hint of fear in her usually warm brown eyes that Robin might be making up to fuel her righteous anger. Ronnie doesn't get scared, not like she does.

Robin was very scared, all the time. When she was little she'd let her older cousins do whatever they wanted because she was afraid of causing a scene, when Bailey threatened her into paying a frankly ridiculous amount of debt she complied because she was afraid of being punished, when Ronnie kept putting her on standby she'd act like it was okay because she was afraid of losing the best thing in her life. Ronnie wasn't like that.

Maybe if she was, she'd stop getting in such dangerous situations. Like, when she kept saying Avery was nice, just a bit lonely and kind of stuck up, but she helped pay rent on time. She never seemed nice, not in the way she ignored Robin entirely while speaking to Ronnie so possessively. "My sunshine" this, "my little prince" that, dripping with a malice that only Robin seemed capable of seeing.

And when the pet names were dropped and Ronnie still got into that car, alone, it ended just as Robin had predicted. Empty eyes stared back at her in the school bathroom stall they had scrambled into when Ronnie stumbled to school an entire hour late, bruises on her pretty face that she was trying to fix with a wet towel, her hand gripping it as tightly as she did Robin's shirt, at the same time.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary?" Robin asked, and Ronnie finally seemed to see her there. Her grip on Robin's shirt relaxed, and she shook her head.

"...No." Ronnie replied. Pulled the wet towel away from her face, hair clinging to the darkening bruises.

"Let's go to the police." Robin said, feeling brave again. Why did it seem to come in the worst moments? "If you don't want to, i can go."

Ronnie kept herself silent. She leaned against the wall, sighed deeply, and smiled up at Robin, despite the deplorable state she was in.

"Don't worry. I'll handle it." She said, shaking her head.

...Handle it? Like she's been handling Kylar? Yeah, sure.

"Ronnie," She started, but Ronnie whimpered and cut her off. Buried her face in the towel. Was she-

"I don't want to think of what she'd do to you." Ronnie said, her voice trembling. Afraid. "Please."

That was maybe the tipping point. What about she'd do to Ronnie if she kept it up? And Ronnie would just- Let her. Because she did feel scared, only when it wasn't for herself. What a joke. What an horrible joke.

But right now she didn't need a scolding. She needed someone to hold her, and if Kylar had her head buried too far up her own ass- Sure. She'd swallow that bitter rage and keep it down-

Or she tried to. It all happened so fast. They walked to school through a different route, and still she had found them- There was the car door slamming, and then Avery was grabbing Ronnie by the arm and trying to drag her inside. It all came flooding back. Blood on the sink and weak smiles that promised something they'd never be able to keep-

She hit Avery square in the face before she could understand what was going on, sending her back into the car, the sickening sound of the impact mixed with the shattering of her glasses. Avery wiped blood off her cheek as Robin wrangled Ronnie out of her grip, and she looked up at them, incredulous, then angry.

"You'll pay for this." She said, her voice hoarse, clearly not expecting that, and then she got into her car and left and Robin nearly collapsed up on the sidewalk if not for Ronnie holding her so tightly.

She remembered her cousin making fun of her for never hitting back when they'd pick on her. She was bigger than them, she'd cause a scene if she did. Hurt them for real. Robin was always afraid of hurting people for real. She looked down at her fist, darkened with blood, and remembered it, that feeling of being so afraid of hurting someone else.

It scared her the most that she had lost it. The fear of hurting someone else was replaced by something else entirely. She'd have punched Avery again if she hadn't left, and again if it meant she never had to see Ronnie's empty gaze again, if she never had to hear an "i'll handle it" again. Fuck, she'd curbstomp her.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She hugged Ronnie back as they stepped away and back on the path to school, and Robin looked at her friend, who was still smiling at her.

"...I was really scared there." Ronnie spoke up, and Robin nodded and hugged her closer despite what she really wanted to say. Good. She better start feeling afraid for herself, before Robin lost the fear of her own violence like that again.

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a gun holster is more or less functionally the same as lingerie

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hey i got this weird passage at the end of my date with avery has anyone else gotten this???

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got a surprise visit from syd and lene... syd bought me this dress, along with some flowers lene helped her pick out. i'll post a photo of the arrangement later

@ask-lene-the-faithless you look so cute here <3 we should hang out again sometime soon.

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Happy Halloween, here’s some Chibi Halloween costumes with all my PCs! Passes out immediately

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mom Avery hcs

she’s aborting that thang the second she sees the positive result on the test sorry

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kinktober day 20: formalwear (f!avery x f!pc)

word count: 1007

tags/warnings: fucking in formalwear, fingering, avery is kind of an asshole but what else is new, pc gets turned on by luxury so relatable

It was a little bit scary, knowing that the cumulative worth of everything you were wearing was more money than you’d ever had in your life. 

Avery had picked out tonight’s outfit for you, and you were putting finishing touches on it while in her (fancy) bedroom. The gown you had on was truly exquisite - plunging neckline, satin fabric, delicate embroidered details. It was a far cry from what you’d worn on your first date with her: a ratty black dress and heels that had been in fashion 15 years ago. 

The elaborate dress was accented by accessories Avery had purchased for you. Your hair was styled in a neat updo, exposing the dangly earrings and heavy necklace on your throat. Frankly, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself. Avery had turned you into an entirely different person, and you couldn’t get enough. 

Avery, for her part, had on a long dark evening gown with a slit on one side. The simple elegance highlighted her natural beauty and for once, you felt like the two of you actually belonged together. You didn’t feel out of place. When the two of you would be seen together at tonight’s party, you would fit in at her side. 

She had a smug smile on her face as she saw you admiring yourself. “You certainly are a sight to behold,” Avery said, lightly scratching the nape of your neck. You shivered. 

“Look who’s talking,” you said with a smile. She laughed and gently took your chin in her hand.

“Seriously, though. You look beautiful. I hope you’re growing more accustomed to this life, mm?” 

Accustomed? Growing up the way you did, you probably would never really get used to dressing like this. But it felt good to do so. Seeing yourself like this was a great confidence boost. And getting to be with Avery while doing it…you knew there was no real love between the two of you. You got enough money to survive and to play the part of a socialite, while Avery got a precious jewel to hang off her arm and laugh at her every word. And that was fine. But you couldn’t deny that Avery was a very attractive older woman, and for the most part you enjoyed her presence, so it was overall a pleasant endeavor.

You turned to look at Avery, putting that innocent look on your face you knew she couldn’t resist. “Thank you,” you said sweetly. “You always take such good care of me, Avery.”

She smiled and took a few steps back, sitting on the edge of her plush bed. She patted the spot next to her. “Come here. We don’t need to leave just yet.”

You knew exactly what Avery was getting at and sat next to her obediently. She ran her hands over your body, feeling the soft fabric of your dress. “Stunning,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss you.

You met Avery’s lips with a gentle passion. She slid a hand up your bare leg, squeezing your inner thigh. You whined into her mouth at the feeling. Her fingers ghosted at the thin lace of your panties and you pulled back to give her a confused look.

Avery grinned in response. “Well, we don’t have that much time before we have to leave.” She hiked up your skirt and began rubbing your clit through the fabric of your underwear - which, of course, had also been gifted to you by Avery. When you moaned and spread your legs slightly, Avery took that as an invitation to pull the panties to the side and slip two of her fingers into your cunt, which was growing wetter by the second. You opened your mouth to moan again or something, but Avery covered your lips with her own.

The feeling of her neatly manicured nails inside your aching pussy was intense as they scratched at your inner walls. The heel of her hand rubbed against your clit with every movement of her fingers and you found yourself whimpering into Avery’s mouth. With how turned on you already were to begin with, you knew you wouldn’t last long - and you knew that was exactly what Avery wanted. 

Getting finger-fucked while wearing an outfit more expensive than your life was an incredibly arousing experience. And Avery was clearly aiming to make quick work of you. Everything felt heightened; the smell of her luxury perfume in your nose creating a high.

She curled her fingers inside of you, pumping in and out. You felt yourself dripping onto the bedsheets and were thankful that Avery had pulled your skirt up enough before she started. A wet spot on the expensive dress would have honestly ruined your night. You tugged at the neckline of Avery’s gown and latched your mouth to her nipple, swirling your tongue as it hardened into a bud. You didn’t want to be completely selfish, after all. 

However, it was hard to do anything to Avery because her fingers were just that distracting. A lewd, wet sound permeated the room as she pumped her digits through your juices. Your mouth hung open, but no noises came out as pleasure mounted inside of you.

Your whole body was trembling as you felt a familiar tightness in your lower belly. Stuttered breaths were all you could manage as you began to fall apart around Avery’s fingers. Your own nails clung to the sheets beneath you as your orgasm hit, a long whine escaping your lips. Avery looked proud as she pulled her hand back, seemingly very pleased with herself for your speedy climax. Then, she shoved the two fingers into your mouth, watching you intently as you swirled your tongue around them and swallowed your own sweet slick.

“Good work, princess,” Avery was panting slightly as her fingers left your mouth with a wet pop. She glanced at her phone on the nightstand and turned back to you with a smile.

“There’s still some time left. Won’t you show me how much you appreciate me?”

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The Composition of the first piece is entirely based on THIS Gorgeous Artwork by @muffymayhem

Context for this is basically: Dee’s hallucinating her teen-self popping up to trash talk her her current self. She’s there to remind her of the important things: that she’s on her own and always will be on her own.

Dee has incredibly low self esteem, so she isn’t particularly kind to herself. That version of Dee in the first picture is her teen self. It’s Dee when she was at her angriest and most self reliant. Teen Dee Pre-Ruth has basically given up on people. She’s of the opinion that you can’t rely on anyone but yourself and expecting anyone to help you is foolish at best and outright stupid at worst. A very hostile, abrasive and extremely defensive little thing. She’s not doing well.

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Lil note about Baby Dee:

Life was very hard for baby dee. People kept picking on her and she didn't understand why, so she started to lash out. It stopped the bullying but also meant other kids would pin the blame on her even when it wasnt her fault (which made her lash out all over again... vicious cycle)

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daily affirmations:

i’ve gotta get out of here

this can’t be happening

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Dol Dykes Challengers Redraw <3 feat. George and Ronnie

George belongs to @dolbog Ronnie belongs to @getinthefuckingcarkitten / Askblog: @woofdyke