#DOL Anon

[cyberpunkboytoy]

dol anon back and JUMPING FOR JOY!!!! i'm so curious what love interests you liked and which soft end you got (i have a guess but 🤫) and everything. pls. also i'm begging for you to drop your pc design i'm sure they're so cute <3 there is so much to do in dol i don't even know where to start sometimes, like the entire cooking system was just added a couple weeks back and i have barely touched it out of fear lol

I am still definitely early in discovering everything, as splitting time between files is hindering forward progression, but I still have plenty of thoughts 💪 (especially bc I've also been scouring the wiki)

My trial run PC is a lovely lady named Mela, who I don't currently have a good screenshot of. Imagine a dead anime mom in a happy flashback, that's her. Anyway, she's So Fucking Clumsy, exceptionally talented at tearing her clothes on every school desk, tree, gust of air... she's so fucking expensive. Mela, please.

Mela was me playing safe (largely being devoted to school), and I put my fucking life on the line trying to complete my science fair project only to get hunted by Eden. I made a separate save file just to see through Eden's bad ending, and ended up really enjoying her as a love interest—btw, why is ALL the fan art of Eden a dude??? She's obviously hottest as a huge scary woman. I kinda want to draw her.

I'll likely continue Mela's regular save state (didn't get past week 2 of normal life), but it was moreso training wheels and exploration than roleplaying a character I'm actually attached too.

My other current file is playing as my OC Dulce, who is a perfect fit for this game. There are so many other Dulce-esque characters already written in, the biggest being Whitney (all Whitney fanart is SOOO Dulce to me). I haven't met the ranch hand yet but he's apparently an alcoholic, which also reminds me of Dulce. Dulce is gonna slut it up & drink & do delinquent shit & dance, very excited to see where it goes. Probably is gonna try to pursue Whitney bc they are matchies.

I'm gonna make other PCs too, there's so much to investigate. Sydney, for example, absolutely fascinates me. So fucking cute, but also such an obvious little creepazoid. And SOMETHING is going on with him, but idk what yet. So many fucking red flags. Corruption kinks aren't usually interesting to me but I desperately want to see where that goes, too.

Robin is very cute. Sydney & Robin are currently my two favorite love interests, bc I'm honestly a sucker for vanilla romance. Kylar is a yandere & I don't enjoy yanderes so I'm not excited about him. I have a future playthrough in mind to pursue Avery—he reminds me of Fujieda Slow Damage (which is funny to me, bc this game feels like the perfect enclosure for Towa Slow Damage. Who i might play as). Also I'm really mad the Ivory Wraith isn't a love interest, she FASCINATES ME and I love how she talks and I want her so bad.

Miscellaneous thoughts: all the teachers need to be fired immediately and I hate the forest with my entire being.

[devotion-disorder]

Skulduggery really does help a lot in the game. And for incomplete it should be the same as it was before, that known NPCs can get the PC pregnant. But, what I learned was that the pills that Harper gives you for passing out so much. When I kept taking those, my PC got pregnant and kept saying how the father was Harper's Serum and I even got the feat where you get pregnant while being a virgin still. I hope to see Harper react to this in the future ;_; I was over the moon to learn this! I really wanted to share this, thank you!

WTF IS HE PUTTING IN THE SERUMS AND PILLS.............................. (thank you for telling me this anon!!!! harpernation has been fed)

[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

[mass-angel-exodus]

For me, male robin x male kylar it's just * sigh * something else ♡

I feel like robin and kylar would get along pretty good if they weren’t competing love interests. They have a couple things in common. I just don’t think Robin could match his freak. I know that gamer sex make the room smell so pungent it would be considered a biohazard though.

Robin the type of guy to fantasize about having a yandere boyfriend/girlfriend and then start tweaking out when said yandere boyfriend does in fact act like a yandere boyfriend

[fraternum-momentum]

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

[sydneys-sinner]

Hcs on Sysdney? How many alters do you think they have? What would they be like outside of pure and corrupt Sydney?

just from observing in game text, sydney appears to be a three person system at the moment: pure sydney, corrupt sydney, and a secret third sydney that seems even worse* than corrupt syd.

this phenomenon happens with a pure syd:

but in this next screenshot (courtesy of visualnovellover), corrupt sydney experiences the same thing:

so, to me, it feels like this possible third alter is the more violent type, which doesn't align with how corrupt syd usually acts. there's a scene you can get in the cafeteria if you sit with a corrupt syd, a student will come by and attempt to break their glasses. If PC bought them their current pair, they will fight the student. Immediately after, they say something along the line of "I don't like it when I get like that."

(Here's a screenshot of the full event via sydney's events wiki page)

They don't like it when they get violent, even if it's to protect themself or someone else, so the possibility of Sydney enjoying hurting someone, especially someone they love, is extremely low. Ergo, i think that behavior would likely be better suited for a third alter.

sysdney headcanons yippee

-based on personal experience, sydney would definitely believe they were being possessed and try to pray it away. sydney sobbing to jordan about how they think something's wrong with them and/or god is punishing them, with jordan trying to calm them down with that tune they like.

-sydney is not diagnosed but sirris knows there's something off about them, like sometimes theyre completely out of character for themself.

-sydney doesnt remember their trauma, but i believe it has something to do with sydneys other parent depending on how young they were when whatever happened... happened. the asylum definitely traumatized them too, but it's not the initial trauma that caused their consciousness to fracture.

-pure sydney: host, ANP. caretaker potential - corrupt sydney: sexual protector TBH. perhaps another EP-aligned role - third sydney: ???. not a persecutor, their anger is directed more outwards.

-sydney dissociates a lot while they're praying, that's why they pray for so long

sydney is so fucking traumatized oh my god. there's whatever happened with their other parent, idk if a lot of people have played through the asylum content but definitely some sexual trauma along with the medical trauma. maybe sprinkle some religious trauma in there too?

thats all i can think of at the moment but if anyone wants to add anything or send asks i will always always always be down to talk about sys!sydney they are my beloved

[propertyofwhitney67]

...Kylar headcanons...? Or

How much time of PC being clingy can the LIs bear? i KNOW Whitney would NOT get past 30 minutes...

(Can I be kylar anon?)

Of course!!

Whitney is a complicated one, he pretends to hate being around you but actually loves. He can only handle so much clinginess though. He can do basically a whole afternoon with a normal pc but a clingy pc is maybe 2-3 hours

Kylar can do all day every day

Robin can also do just about all day, the man kicks you out at 9pm as usual bc he needs time to himself and rest

P!Sydney can do an afternoon but I feel like he gets overstimulated and needs time to himself

C!Sydney can do longer than his pure counterpart, maybe all day

Alex doesn't mind but does need to get work done, so probably just in the morning and on breaks. Like maybe 4-5 hours total.

Avery does max of like 2ish hours, pretty much however long a date lasts

Eden is also complicated, he loves having you around but also likes his space. He can maybe do all day as long as he gets his hunting breaks

[tentacleplains]

finished up the shirt cut meme ^^

eden requested by: @edenscompanion harper requested by: @pip-n-chips sydney requested by: @nightstag avery requested by: @wreckowafer black wolf requested by: anon!

requests for the hairstyle meme are still open!

[nopecho]

I can imagine Whitney teaching any subject other than maths.

Fair enough lol.

If we consider classes that aren't in game, I think he'd be a pretty good literature teacher. The catch is that he has the same energy as Gordon Ramsay.

"YOU DIDN'T GET THE POINT OF THE STORY YOU TWAT! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF READING BETWEEN THE LINES?! NO CRITICAL READING SKILLS IN THAT EMPTY HEAD OF YOURS, I'VE NEVER HAD SUCH A DULL BITCH OF A STUDENT. STOP CHUGGING DICKS ON WEEKENDS AND READ THE FUCKING BOOK AGAIN!!"

[corruptsyd]

Pure or neutral Sydney being a pervert, like pervert who is so ashamed of the fact that shes one, ie fussing over accidentally looking upskirt pc, sniffing pcs forgotten shirt or jacket, please please PLEASE see my vision

pervy pure syd… oh she’s everything to me. she’s so desperate and overwhelmed all the time and it’s all So Much. when she finally starts to listen to her own desires, they all come out at once, and she’s powerless against her own wants. so yea she’s going to be a little freak.

when pc forgets their jacket at school, syd takes it home under the guise of returning it the next day. she does ofc, but not before she can smother her face with it while she humps her pillow… on second thought, maybe it’s best that she doesn’t return it. if she had to see you wearing that jacket again she might combust

not being able to stop staring at pc’s tits/thighs/etc. she would never allow herself to look at pictures of hot women in magazines or in ads before because she thought it would be a slippery slope to lust, but now when you’re right here in front of her… she can’t help it! she just wants to stare at you all day. she’ll try to convince herself it’s somehow platonic and normal and she just Appreciates Your Beauty, but when she literally can’t get the image of your tits out of her mind, she knows she is a bit fucked

i mean the canon scene of her peeking into the changing room!!! agghhhhh she’s so cute. and you know if she catches just the tiniest glimpse… well she’s going to feel so ashamed for peeking in on you BUT she’s also going to literally treasure that visual memory. it’s gonna be on her mind 24/7. shes about to start smashing her chastity belt with hammers.

especially cute when it’s post-rite of promise syd. now that she can finally masturbate/have sex and not go to hell, she’s insatiable. but shes still got a lot of guilt and shame to unlearn so shes just unbearably horny all the time but still to nervous to really do much about it… shes not at the point yet where she can pull you into the changing room or sit on your lap or do any kind of public teasing.

so the moment she’s alone, she is shoving her fingers down her underwear lol. but it’s so frustrating because she knows her hands will never feel as good as yours do.

it’s such a cute stage for her to be in, where she’s both Consumed By Lesbian Lust but also still deep in the guilt and shame. you can either indulge her and encourage her to take what she wants, or you could continue to tease her and see just how worked up you could get her… both very good options hehe

[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?

[devotion-disorder]

You know what, I don’t like Bailey, I *hate* Bailey, eugh no thanks, but your art…. Your art does soemyhing to me… maybe he’s not so eugh after all

yes......YES.........my bailey propaganda is working...

[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

[mass-angel-exodus]

Male Robin and fem whitney is a pair I definitely didn't expect to see but I really like it - cow anon

They’re not my favorite LI ship but I’m not a picky shipper. I’ll find a way to like all of them. I’ve actually drawn Robin x Whitney quite a few times before. I think their appeal is the whole nerdy gamer who’s really nice x mean bimbo alpha bitch thing.

She would NOT be good to him lmfao

Minors DNI || Age in bio BYF || DO NOT REPOST

I made some art of them in like 2023 but it’s yuri because I’m a stupid Baka idiot stupid himejin. Or it was a request I can’t remember

And the first time I drew them was when i was just shipping them all left and right. This is straight ASS my god

[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

[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.