#DOL Anon

[littlebunno]

That IMMENSE Whitney art you did? Where he looks completely unhinged? Absolute perfection, friend. I think about it often. Dunno if you've ever been asked, but what was the process like doing that piece? How long does something like that tke? Did you set out to make him look batshit crazy (and hot as fuck)? What are your thoughts on Whitney?

I think the answer I would reply to you was already on by my art, and Thank you so much ! <3

[devotion-disorder]

i fully forget harper doesn't have a canon appearance cause everytime i think of him your design comes into mind

IVE CANONIZED HIM

jus kidding LOL at the same time it's really interesting to see everyone else's interpretations of him! like i never thought to give him glasses but that seems to be a common idea...maybe in an alternate universe i wouldve drew him differently?

in fact, i almost designed him like those anime characters that always had their eyes closed. but that got scrapped cause i reeaallly wanted to show off his pink eyes. it might be a better design for characters like Jordan anyways

[propertyofwhitney67]

what do you think the LIs would do if PC shared music tastes with them?? specially if it’s like. a very niche band/genre. would they gatekeep or??

- 🦇

Whitney will shit on you and say you're a poser, will 100% gatekeep

Kylar somehow falls even more in love with you, he sends you their entire discography and begs you to listen to all of it

Robin is very excited and asks your fav song/album

P!Sydney is a mix of Kylar and Robin

C!Sydney asks which one of their songs you want to fuck too

Alex just kinda chuckles at first, thinking you're fucking with him. When he realizes you're serious he briefly apologizes.

Avery either does not believe you, you would never understand the music he likes or he 100% believes you and takes you to a concert

Eden hasn't kept up with any of that shit in years so he's surprised when you mention liking an artist/band he liked in high school.

[fraternum-momentum]

Get you a guy that can do both. [if the mp4 file doesnt show up, click here !]

[dollya-robinprotector]

Gonna make Robin my stay at home husband. He is going to watch the babies while I go out and work. I'm gonna come home to him in an apron and cooking me dinner. I'm 👏 going 👏 to 👏 peg 👏 him 👏

Anon, are you under my bed?

[dol-confessions]

I want to rob everyone. Like... literally everyone. All People of Interest and Love interests. I know it'll be a bitch to code but I want it so bad...

Let me rob Bailey during fights and face the consequences and see the look they give us (like how they stare at us for beating up people pay for us in our sleep), I want Wren to smirk at us while we leave the cottage with nothing but their wallet and the pot.... Remy losing their handmade and produced leather wallet to a 'dumb cow'. Leighton paying us for sex but finding a few extra bills missing...

Let me rob Avery during sex and feel their wrath. Alex wondering if their pockets were always so light. I can imagine Eden putting a bell on us to make sure our grubby little hands don't take anything else but their heart.

I want to see Whitney getting lowkey turned on by seeing us rob them blind—similar to how we get + Love when we commit crimes with them. Need to see Kylar on their knees trying to shove more money into our hands. Yearn to see Sydney try to get us to change or grow tempted to either rob us back in a sinful form of flirtation.

The image of Robin feeling betrayed if we pickpocket them lives rent free in my mind especially... Stealing their money from them when we're supposedly their protector?

Love it.

That's so hot...

-mod gwylan

[softmangoes]

waxing and waning | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only | companion to 13 moons

you think they're dreams: the nights you are able to meet, the nights when he is able to walk through the veil like a gossamer curtain and haunt the streets of the town to beckon you closer, closer, closer. 

he can feel your disbelief arise when you touch him, your hands warm against his cool skin. 

"i don't know if this is real," you say, your breath like an ember at the hollow of his neck. 

"this is real," he answers, voice mournful. beneath the veneer of centuries upon centuries of separation, there is a flicker of recognition that he senses within you. you know him. you know this. you remember, right? you must. "as real as the tide. as real as each breaking wave that kisses your feet." 

he kisses you. trails his lips and hands along your jaw and your neck in a delicious descent that feels akin to a plea.

your breath hitches when he cups your hips and dips his head between your legs. his tongue is long and he has missed the way his mouth makes you writhe, makes you clench your thighs out of need for more. and you always want more, droplet. your desire pierces the air, coats his tongue, slicks your skin with a light sheen that makes you glisten in the glow of his presence. 

he leaves you wanting. the wraith has known you for far longer than the years you have lived this lifetime. he knows how your body responds to the pleasures of the flesh: it is the same way no matter the vessel your soul has chosen for shelter. each time you are just about to crest, he pulls away - not far, but just enough to make you tangle your fingers in his hair and whine. 

"please," you say, the sharp exhalation fogging the air. 

"as you wish." his fingers press deeper into your skin as his tentacles coil around your trembling body.

this is the moment when you say his name - not the title taken from the legends about the lake or the hushed whispers said with widened eyes in the firelight - but the name as you knew him, as you loved him all those lifetimes ago. 

he doesn't know what hurts more: the absence of your memory or its temporary recollection. both are worthy of grief, but the pain lances through him in different ways. there is either the ache of longing or the dread of knowing that the night will end and the slate will once again be wiped clean. 

"it's you," you say, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. your warmth fills the cold damp of the ruin as you push yourself up to caress his face. "they...changed you." 

without fail, you always mention the ritual. it was the day they tore you away from his arms and stripped him of everything he was. the cell was cold. damp. even now, he could remember his own screams rip through the air.

"are you afraid?" his eyes avert from yours, hesitant. he must ask this every time out of fear that the answer will be different. one day, you will want to look away, he is sure of it. 

but what happens next is always the same. 

"never." several emotions flit within your eyes: anger, grief, an ache reflected back. they are always the same, your eyes. they are how he determines whether or not it's really you. 

you guide him onto the bed of woven reeds. the first time you had ever kissed him in your new body, tears ran down his cheeks. now, he wraps his hands around your waist and makes a sound like a gasp when you meet his lips. 

the legends about the lake tell of a monster that lives within its depths: a nightmare unlike anything else, a beast, a demon with a maw that hungers for more and more. 

over the years, many have tried to exorcise him from this realm. hells, some have almost succeeded to cut the tether anchoring him here. and after all those attempts, he exacted horrors that made him worthy of his title as a terror. the wraith has rended flesh from muscle, crushed limbs within the grasp of his tentacles, watched with eternal patience for the bubbling screams to cease.

but in all those years, you are the only being that has ever felled him.

when you kiss his neck this time, it is not with the empty hunger of a distant dream but rather a desperation amplified by countless lifetimes spent apart. ah, droplet - you will never truly be apart from him. he would sooner split the sky. 

"i love you," you murmur. he cannot bruise, but he can feel the remnants of your teeth and mouth like a hot streak along his collarbone. 

your eyes close when you finally take him. since his transformation, his length has...increased. at first, he was worried you wouldn't acclimate well to the change, but right now you fuck him inside of you with only your hitched breaths giving any indication of your strain. could he expect any different? you had always been ambitious.

"you are mine," you say, opening your eyes to reveal them glazed with pleasure. "always." 

"i am yours," he echoes. the tendrils, so cool and soft, caress your body gently. it is only for you that he retracts the thousands of tiny teeth back into the gelatinous flesh. it is only with you that he becomes less of a monster and more of the long-gone mortal that only ever desired your touch. "forever." 

the wraith has many hands and so many limbs. he uses them all to coax all manner of sounds from your sweet mouth. the ruins are lonely, so silent when you are gone. it is important to take advantage of the time he has to hear your song. 

you say his name again. this time, it sounds like a sigh of relief, of centuries peeling away until only this very moment remains. his name is a prayer in your mouth, a light in the dark, the last remaining braid of fate binding him to the fleeting remnants of his own humanity. 

the wraith takes his time to lay you back on the reeds. the unholy transformation has granted him many horrible gifts, but the one he has grown to be grateful for is his never-ending stamina. he will ruin you until you have no choice but to remember, to stay within the confines of your shared memories. with each forbidden tryst, the specter knows he grows closer to having you completely.

when you take his fingers into your mouth, memories surface: you mewling quietly in his embrace as he rocked his hips against yours just mere feet away from the labyrinthine rows of the busy archives. your tongue was so hot against his fingertips. even now, he could remember the way your legs trembled as he whispered his adoration into the shell of your ear. 

"there is only this," he says, wrapping spectral tendrils around your soul. in this form, he can tear a rift in this world. during the blood moon, he can work to make you his. "there is only us." 

when he comes, he whispers your name against your lips. it is your name as he knew you. the same name as he loved you. 

moments later, the both of you lie breathless on the reeds. he wove them tightly just the way that you taught him how all the lives ago so that they are soft and supple against your bare skin. 

"i remember," you say, looking into eyes like two endless skies. "every life and every time you found me." there is a pause. "the dawn will wash it all away." it is not a question, but a certainty.

"yes." his voice is hollow, already mourning the coming sunrise. a body can only hold so many lives and within your soul there are countless, after all. at the end of each blood moon, the world must reset to maintain the balance of all things. 

but the wraith is no mere thing: he is an anomaly, an abomination, a weight to tip the scale of existence in his favor. a monster, through and through.

one day, the moon will bathe the sky in blood and it will not set. then, droplet, he will have you. he will make sure of it.

[edenslittlecow]

Lowkey wanna see both corrupt and pure sydney in your art style tbh. Your art style is amazing~.

Sorry anon it had been a while.

Here it is

[hakusins]

If male Jordan looks female does female Jordan look like a male? … (let me fuck em both)

unfortunately anon you'll have to get in line - there's already someone by jordan's side and he ain't the sharing type

but on f!jordan design!! I actually didn't think much when making m!jordan cause i was just thinking of what my oc's type would be (pretty men) HBREHBFJHBERF but if i were to view f!jordan, it would just be m!jordan design but female? so they'd look something like this:

BUT YOU DID give me the Thought of .... short haired f!jordan so you also get a bonus brainrot doodle from yours truly <3

but same anon - same, i want to fuck em both

[corruptsyd]

I know you are a female!Sydney enjoyer, so I would like to add, as a bisexual, that it is just as bad with male Sydney. There are lines that show Sydney has some sadistic tendencies, but there’s many more lines proving Sydney is a masochist. And where is the in-game evidence of Sydney being a dom? Sydney is so submissive leaning that they naturally listen to Sirris, Jordan, the player.

you get me anon… they literally want to be dommed by pc so bad that they’re going to change the game code themselves so that pc can properly dom them LMAO

to me syd is a switch who prefers to be submissive but even when they’re domming pc they aren’t mean…. i don’t understand the fanon portrayal of corrupt syd being as much as a sadist as whitney?they can be a little pushy but are otherwise always respectful of consent. they’re just releasing all of their bottled up and repressed teenage horniness at once ok.

i’m not one to really take canon so seriously and i’m happy to ignore details but when it comes to people depicting corrupt!syd as this crazed sex maniac sadist….. it’s like. Huh. do i need to remind you that this is the sydney that locks themselves up with handcuffs and does the whole “oh nooo i accidentally dropped the key.. hehe i’m so vulnerable… what will you do to me…” bit. like be so fr this is not a dom.

personal headcanon: in the same way that sirris is all about safe sex and sex positivity, i feel like sydney is kind of a nerd about it as well fhdhufwbhd. she’s all about everything being Safe Sane and Consensual and making sure you’re both comfortable. she studies safe impact play and choking and bondage like she’s studying for an exam. best way i can say it is that she’s autistic and kinky lesbian sex is her special interest.

[mass-angel-exodus]

kylar feet mmmmhmmm

You think you’re real fucking funny huh anon. You know I’m a lot of things, I’ve done some astronomically down horrendous shit in my life but the fact that i have done anything to make you think that i would even CONSIDER entertaining an ask like this is not only insulting to me but also everyone who follows this blog. I am an artist with self respect and I did not slave away perfecting my craft for 18 years and create art to move society for the likes of you to talk about feet, to be funny or otherwise. Actually appaled rn . In fact, reveal your identity immediately so i can put a DNI on you specifically and report you to the appropriate authorities. You people make me sick. I cant believe

Oh my gofhhgf i know this bitch do NOT wash between her toes fucckkkkkjhghg 🤤

[devotion-disorder]

incredibly smart of ur pfp to be that harper art bc whemever i see it i fall in love all over agaim

i dunno if falling in love with harper is a good idea, anon

[propertyofwhitney67]

i was thinking, how would the LIs be with an alternative PC?? as in very unique fashion sense, piercings and/or tattoos, funky hair, and a flashy attitude

- from a goth dol player who is starving 🦇

I love the goth style but I'm too broke to have any cool stuff

Whitney will make fun of you, like a lot. It eases up when you start dating and now it's in a more playful way. He will tug at your piercings, trace your tattoos, mess up your hair, etc.

Kylar loves just staring at you, taking all of it in. You look so different and amazing. He also loves tracing your tattoos.

Robin has grown used to it over the years and even borrows clothes from time to time, especially during his crossdressing events.

P!Sydney thinks it's a lot in the beginning but comes to terms with it, this is just you.

C!Sydney loves it and might adopt the style. Please go with him to get tattoos and piercings

Alex thinks it's a bit weird at first but grows used to it and starts to think it's really cool. He shows off his own janky tattoos he got when he was in a rebellious faze.

Avery doesn't like it, it's unprofessional. Now getting real dressed up in something formal yet still goth? He's fine with that, just take out your piercings and hide your tattoos

Eden thinks it's cool, but he doesn't say it. He also likes to trace your tattoos, might even show off his own

[fraternum-momentum]

Every time you draw femSydney my sorrows dissappear, my hair is more shiny, my neurons regenerate, my lifespan increases, etc etc

💖👄💖

catholic school girl shennanigans

[dollya-robinprotector]

You can answer this whenever, or never, if you don't want to! But can I ask for advice on how you come up with outfits? I saw the one with Nyan and Kariya's protest outfits not too mention the ones you come up with on your own.

They're all just so pleasing to the eye, and I need to know your secret!!! or tips or anything!!! 🙏🙏🙏

I guess all I can say is you gotta see a lot, save it to your memory, and know how to do some mix-match.

If you take a look at the Galery section in my commission info web, you'll see nothing I've done to the PCs comes even a bit close to what I actually design for commission or work. The style, I mean. So if you want to draw clothes or characters with simple but still pleasing designs, I think it's safe to say just do whatever you like. My PCs wear only black and white because I like those colors. Lyah wears glasses because I like men with glasses, he has his sleeves rolled up because I like men when they roll their shirt sleeves up. Lya's dress top is skimpy because I like to draw soft boobs spilling out of the hem of clothes. Kariya wears virgin killer because I like bare back and side boobs, etc... Do what you like most. Then you'll know how to make them pretty.

Or... if you want to be more complicated, let's say, hoyoverse or onmyouji or Square Enix level, even Love Nikki level of complicated, then you must really add as many things as possible to your image library. I don't know how to actually say this, it's hard to put into words, but just keep finding references and keep drawing.

Motifs and tropes are something to learn too. For how insect wings and flowers will make you think of fairy or natural, while clocks or gears remind you of steampunk.

How to make a female character look like a mommy? What kind of mommy are we talking about? The "ara ara" type? By making their figure look more round and plum, making their hair loose or more silky with a long dress and apron, and making them always have their palm to cup the side of their face, and tilt their head a little... Things like that. Sometimes stereotype is a good way to start your design game.

Or how to tell if a character is a young brat? Spiky hair, missing teeth with bandages here and there, maybe a tattoo or some piercings with sloppy clothes? Butttttt when you look closer they always have, maybe, some cute stickers on their belongings? Maybe because they have a lil sibling and they have a soft side for that sibling? Yeah, sneak in some easter egg here and there. It's fun when people notice an Easter egg and hopefully, that could lead to questions or discussion between your fans!

[propertyofkylar]

“ok i know i say this all the time but i really do wanna write more pleaseeee send me requests i will write whatever you want (within reason)”

alright, here’s a scenario: pc is hanging out with kylar at the park, they’ve been sitting in comfortable silence for a while, kylar’s drawing smth, his eyes focused on his notebook, when he feels a sudden pressure on his shoulder. pc has dozed off and leaned their head on his shoulder.

IF NOBODY GOT ME I KNOW SLP ANON GOT ME

The only sounds in the park were the scratch of Kylar’s pencil on paper, birds chirping, and faint distant chatter.

It was one of those warm late spring days that made everything feel cozy. The two of you had been sitting for silence for some time. Kylar wasn’t sure how long it had been. But it was nice. There was something about you that felt so safe. He didn’t feel the need to fill the air with unnecessary conversation. You were there because you wanted to be near him. That thought alone made his heart swell.

He was about to turn to ask your opinion on something he wanted to add to his drawing when he felt a sudden pressure on his shoulder. Kylar froze. Ever so slowly, he turned his head to the side. Your eyes were closed, your breathing steady.

You were fast asleep.

Instantly, Kylar’s mind began racing. He felt as though his heart might beat out of his chest. What should he do? Wait, what was he thinking? He shouldn’t do anything. He shouldn’t move a muscle. You looked so peaceful. He couldn’t bear the thought of possibly waking you up.

Kylar took the opportunity to look closer at your face. You looked different when you were sleeping. The stress you carried had melted away. No furrowed brow or slight frown was present. Just a beautiful, calm face.

Warmth spread through Kylar’s chest as he stared at you. The fact that you felt safe enough around him to fall asleep on his shoulder had him giddy. The feeling made him want to get up and jump around. As it was, he was practically vibrating in his seat. But he didn’t dare move and risk waking up.

Gently, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. The sunlight made your hair feel warm. With a smile, he rested his cheek on the top of your head. You murmured something in your sleep and shifted. Kylar was afraid you had woken up but when he whispered your name, you didn’t respond.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “I love you so, so much.”

Kylar squeezed his own eyes shut, trying to commit everything about this fleeting moment to memory. When he reopened them he flipped to a blank page in his sketchbook and quickly began to draw, hoping to capture every last detail.