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kittiesandkillers · 8 months ago
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Casual reminder that most of the love interests have (semi) canon heights.
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I don't know what the hell they're feeding Black Wolf but he is too damn big!
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phypanny · 3 months ago
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DoL chars in my artstyle ( i haven't think about BW and GH yet so, sr)
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eternal-evergreens · 2 months ago
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。⁠*゚⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass - III"。⁠*゚⁠+*⁠.⁠✧
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Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
Post format: Multipart series
Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?
Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Drugging, Attempted Kidnapping, Stalking
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No, no. Not happening. Never.
You need money. But you won’t get it through unscrupulous means. You still have your morals, and you’ll abide by them. That’s why you saved Kylar. That’s why you’d save him again, should it happen in the future.
You push the thought out of your mind and exit the temple. As you pass by Danube Street, a thought hits you. 
The spa. Why haven’t you been working at the spa? 
It’s not really an early-game option due to the stat checks required, but those shouldn’t be a problem for you. With your hand skill at C by default and your beauty over the max, working as a masseur is as simple as walking up and asking for work. 
You head over and ask for work, and the lady at the front desk takes one look at your hands and gasps. Her bored demeanor quickly melts away into an excited one as she quickly shows you the ropes. You get the basics down pretty quickly and soon take your first client, a trim woman who looks to be in her early 30s.
“Hello, I’ve not done this before. Do I just lie down?” That makes two of us, you think to yourself. 
“That’s right! Just lie down, and I’ll take care of the rest,” you say, smiling. The trim woman seems reassured and quickly lies down on the table. You get to work on her shoulders and neck first, cautiously looking for knots and tension as you knead her muscles. The woman relaxes under your touch and begins to make small talk. She tells you about her family, how her kids are both bright young boys, and her husband brings her flowers every month. She seems really happy. -Trauma -Stress
She leaves you a tip. You make £75. 
Your next client is less friendly, but you manage to massage her without incident. She leaves you a tip. You make £80 and decide to take a break, feeling a little worn out from standing on your feet for nearly two hours straight. After fifteen minutes, you get up and head back into the spa, where you take on another two clients. They both leave tips, and you make £120. The spa closes after that, and you head outside. 
Someone throws a water balloon at you from a nearby car, soaking your shirt and leaving it near-invisible. You hear cheers as they speed away, leaving you soaked out in the open. +Stress
You look around, but luckily, no one is around to see your predicament. You cover yourself with your arms as best as you can and head home. You take the alleys to avoid passersby seeing you, walking quickly in hopes of getting home sooner. You don’t watch where you’re going and end up walking right into someone. 
“Watch where you’re going, you—!” You look up, about to apologize, when you see icy blue eyes staring back at you. It’s Whitney, his face, only inches from yours, changes from anger to a smug smile.”Well, what do we have here? A slut all out on her own?” Whitney’s friends giggle. 
“Why is she walking around so exposed?” One delinquent asks. “Is she a pervert?” They giggle, crowding around you.
“I wanna get a picture!” Soon, all the delinquents are pulling out their phones. Suddenly torn between the desire to cover your face and your chest, you end up hiding behind the thing closest to you, which ends up being Whitney. He seems taken aback but soon wraps an arm around you protectively. +Love
“Fuck off,” he says, arm still around your waist. “Get your own slut.” The others seem disappointed but comply regardless. When everyone’s phone has been put away, Whitney releases you and shrugs off his jacket. 
“Can’t fuck a sick person,” he says, throwing his jacket over you. “Make sure to give it back. Now fuck off.” He shoves you out of the alleyway, leaving you stunned. Did that really just happen? 
You check your phone.
Whitney The Bully  Whitney wants to own you.       Fascination: 50% Love: 5% Devotion: 0% Dominance: 40%       Jealousy: 0% Lust: 100% 
You walk home with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. It smells like smoke.
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It is Thursday, the 8th of September, 2022. -It has been 4 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £729 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are alert Stress: You are calm Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are insecure Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged
After waking up and finishing your morning routine, you go to Robin’s room and play video games with him for an hour. Some of the games remind you of those you used to play back home. +Love -Trauma +Stress 
“It’s almost time for school,” he says. “Do you want to come with me?” You smile and nod. Robin stands up from the bed and puts his controller away. He holds the door open for you as you leave, and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks as you pass. You swear you saw him glance down. +Lust
You’re suddenly reminded that you’re in a yandere game and that Robin is a target character. ++Stress
You grimace as you round a corner and resist the urge to cover your butt as Robin walks behind you. Your skirt is so short he can probably see your underwear as you walk. +++Stress
You see Bailey holding a mousy girl by the arms, a bundle of rope in his other hand. 
“You owe me £200 this week,” he says. The girl is holding back tears but still manages to keep a strong look about her. Robin looks away. The other orphans do the same. They all look…resigned. You step forward. 
“I’ll pay,” you say. “Let her go.” Bailey raises an eyebrow but releases the girl. You hand over the £200 without fuss. It’s only after parting with the money that you remember you could have just pepper-sprayed him and gained some catharsis. You don’t really need to be stingy with it, after all. Bailey counts the money and leaves, leaving the mousy girl to dust herself off.
“Thank you,” the mousy girl says. “I was really scared.” 
“Will you be okay?” You ask her. She nods. She seems genuinely okay. 
“Yes, thanks to you. I promise I’ll pay you back for this,” she says, running off. 
“You don’t have to!” You call out after her, but she’s already gone. 
You did a good thing today. -Trauma -Stress
“That was really impressive,” Robin says. “It’s not often people stand up to Bailey.” You shrug, and Robin cracks a smile. +Love
You and Robin chat on the way to school, mostly about the games you played earlier. There’s a certain glint in his eyes when he looks at you that wasn’t there before. You have to suppress a shiver every time you accidentally meet his gaze. +Stress
“I just don’t understand why they’d make a tutorial so difficult,” Robin says, shaking his head. “Maybe-” He’s cut off by something, eyes widening. You follow his gaze and see two hooded figures approaching rapidly from the alleyway you just passed. You reach for your pepper spray as the figures get closer, unhooking it from its keychain and holding it at the ready. 
“It’s her,” one says. You waste no time and spray them both, then grab Robin’s arm and sprint to safety with him. ++Crime (Assault) ++Crime (Assault) +Stress +Fatigue
You don’t stop running until you reach the school gates and are safely behind them. You and Robin pant heavily as you struggle to come down from the adrenaline. 
“Where did you get that?!” Robin whisper-yells. 
“A kid in my English class makes them,” you say at a normal volume. Robin’s look of concern only grows, and he spends a few minutes lecturing you on the dangers and illegalities of pepper spray. You mostly tune him out. 
The bell rings, finally putting an end to Robin’s monologue, and you head to class. You focus on the lesson, and Sirris calls you up to the front of the class. A student uses a ruler to flash your panties to everyone. To make matters worse, Sirris wanted you to undress for the demonstration. You comply, feeling humiliated as the class leers at your body. +++Stress
The bell rings, and you rush out of the classroom. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you walk. Your ears are ringing, your heartbeat is too loud, the world is spinning, and—
It’s all too much for you. You pass out. 
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It is Thursday, the 8th of September, 2022. -It has been 4 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £529 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are insecure Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged
You wake up with something soft yet firm under your head and Sydney right above you. 
“You’re awake!” He says. “I was worried. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I brought you back to the library.”
“Not the nurse?” You say, getting up. You realize that you’ve been lying on Sydney’s lap. Sydney looks sheepish. 
“I didn’t think of that,” he says, not meeting your gaze. He looks genuine, but you get the feeling he’s not being honest. +Awareness 
Sydney insists you stay with him for another ten minutes so he can monitor your condition. When you ask about going to the nurse again he makes an excuse of not knowing if you’re good to walk. You decide not to push it any further and spend the next ten minutes chatting with Sydney. When the ten minutes are up, he looks hesitant to let you go but relents regardless. +Love +Lust -Sydney’s purity
By the time you leave, it’s already lunch. You missed two classes. ++Deliquency
Feeling stressed from everything, you decide to sit alone in hopes of relaxing. You should have known better, however, as a group of students soon come by to make your day harder. The second they start jeering at you, you unhook your pepper spray and blast them all in the face. ++Crime (Assault) ++Delinquency +Status
The students are screaming and hurling insults, but the ringing in your ears makes it impossible to hear them. You finish your lunch in silence. 
You spend the rest of school zoning out, hoping your stress will subside. It works, kind of. 
You have detention, but you don’t feel like going. Considering all the shit you pulled today, Leighton is probably going to take off your clothes and smack you or something. You don’t have good enough grades to know where the tunnel from school is, so you walk out the front. Leighton tries to stop you, but you pepper spray him. ++Crime (Assault) ++Delinquency +Status 
A group of students say they’re going to the lake. You could use a change of scenery.
You join them. +Status
Hanging out at the lake is fun enough. No one tries to grope you after what happened at lunch, so you end up having a somewhat enjoyable time. 
Then they start bullying another student, who thankfully isn’t here to listen to them shit-talking them, and what little fun you were having quickly melts away. You stand up and walk away, deciding to go for a swim instead. You think about retrieving the lichen for your science project but push the thought out of your mind. 
You swim for about an hour, and when you exit the water, the sun is already beginning to set. Your fellow classmates are still hanging out, but you don’t really feel like joining them, so you put on your clothes and go for a walk, planning to head back after you’re done.
You hear a bullet firing from afar. Something is hunting you.
Fuck. You whip around, trying to locate the source of the bullet. You heard it shoot from behind you, but you don’t see anyone. Going back the way you came might mean running straight into their arms. You glance around one last time, but a second gunshot has you running on your feet in no time.
You dash through the woods, not bothering to look behind you as the gun fires off in the near distance. You don’t think they’re shooting at you, and running zig-zag like you were taught as a kid just means slowing down. So, you run straight ahead with no clear plan in mind. You unhook your pepper spray again (you should probably thank Kylar), just in case, but you don’t know how much good it will do in a gunfight. Still, something is better than nothing, so you hold onto it, keeping it close to your chest as you run, run, run.
Your foot hits something strange and loses balance. You don’t even have time to process it until you’re lifted upside-down by your heel, face to inverted face with a plant person. 
“I caught one!” The plant girl exclaims. “This one’s wearing lacey panties!” You spray her, and she falls, her vines releasing you instantly. It’s only when you see sap pouring out from a hole on the side of her head that you hear the gunshot and realize it wasn’t you that took her down.
“Got you,” Eden says, a hand on your shoulder. You try to turn around, but the second you move, you’re on the ground, nose pressed into the soil, and arms pinned behind you in a painful grip. You feel your pepper spray being torn from your hand and thrown next to a bush. 
Shit. Shit!
He’s got you in a submission hold. There’s nothing you can do but go along with it and wait for an opportunity. It takes everything in you not to thrash and scream against his hold, but you know that would only make things worse.
Eden runs his hand down your back, stopping when he gets to the hem of your skirt. He flips it up, taking a moment to admire it before giving it a light slap. You jump when he hits you, though it’s more about the surprise than the pain.
“You’re hurting me!” You cry, trying your best to sound helpless. “Please let go!” You weakly struggle against his grip for good measure. 
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, voice gruff. “Can’t do that. You’ll run away.” 
“I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Please, please, let me go!” You wiggle around, pretending this is as much strength as you can muster up. Eden leans down and studies your expression for a moment. You can feel the outline of his cock on your back as he leans down to look at you. The scrutiny in such a position is near-unbearable, but he releases you without a word. 
You force yourself to be still for a moment, not to do anything that would alert him. Then, slowly, you turn around and, mustering up every bit of courage you have, lean up and kiss him. He seems taken aback but soon reciprocates the gesture. You press into him, stroking and massaging his skin as you cautiously lean him back into a more desirable position. 
Though it costs you your dignity, you’re eventually able to get on top of him, grinding against him through his pants as you lower him to the ground. When you’ve got him completely below you, and you’re straddling his hips, you break the kiss and pull yourself up. 
“I think it's time we get rid of these,” you say, grabbing your panties and lifting your hips, then swaying them suggestively. You shift your weight to one knee and lift your other leg up, then, in a sudden, adrenaline-charged burst of speed, you throw yourself off of him and stagger to your feet. You kick him in the crotch and run towards the bush where your pepper spray landed. 
Eden catches your foot, and you nosedive towards the ground. You fall, but pepper spray is just within reach. You grab it and go limp. Eden drags your body closer to his, and you use it as an opportunity to spray him. He grabs his eyes and recoils, and you quickly gather yourself and run back the way you came. 
Your clothes snag on bushes and branches as you run, but you pay it no mind as you force yourself to run. You can’t hear anything but the wind in your ears, so you have no idea if Eden is chasing you or not. 
Silly you, it shouldn’t have been Eden you were worrying about. 
You feel yourself hit the ground before you even register being knocked down. There’s a growling above you and two hands on either side of your body. You twist around, barely even registering the wolf ears and sharp teeth of the man on top of you. You spray him, and he staggers back. You rush to your feet and keep running until you’re safely out of the forest. Your clothes are practically in scraps by the time you’re out, and at this point, you think it’ll be cheaper to just buy new clothes instead of fixing them. 
Then, it hits you. The pain and exhaustion. 
You drop to your knees, suddenly aware of every scratch, scrape, and bruise you acquired while running through the forest, suddenly aware of the strain on your muscles from the fatigue. You stay sitting for a few minutes, waiting for your muscles to stop hurting or for you to stop caring. When you notice the sun is starting to set, you pull yourself up and drag yourself back home, where you run a bath and then go straight to bed. 
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It is Friday, the 9th of September, 2022. -It has been 5 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £529 Pain: You are upset Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are nervous Control: You are anxious Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged
You get up and check your socials on your phone.
Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible Primary relationships:  Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend.              Fascination: 100% Love: 5% Devotion: 30% Lust: 40%         Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Jealousy: 5% Whitney The Bully  Whitney wants to own you.       Fascination: 50% Love: 10% Devotion: 0% Dominance: 40% Jealousy: 0% Lust: 100%  Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you.       Fascination: 100% Love: 9% Devotion: 55% Jealousy: 55%        Lust: 90% Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted.       Fascination: 70% Love: 8% Devotion: 25% Purity: 20%        Jealousy: 0% Lust: 70%  Avery The Businessman Avery thinks you’re cute.     Fascination: 55% Love: 1% Devotion: 0% Jealousy: 0%     Dominance: 0% Lust: 30% Rage: 0% Eden The Hunter Eden wants you back.     Fascination: 80% Love: 0% Devotion: 0% Jealousy: 0%     Dominance: 0% Lust: 100% Black Wolf The Alpha Black Wolf wants to see you again. Reputation:  The police consider you a person of interest, and have enough evidence for an arrest. The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. You are considered a normal student by teachers. Your fellow students desire you. Lust: 100% Status: 60% Sex: Unknown. Prostitution: Unknown. Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown. Exhibitionism: Obscure. Pregnancy: Unknown. Combat: Low-key. Kindness: Obscure. Business: Unknown. Socialite: Unknown. Overall: Notorious. The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.
Your eyes hover over your police reputation. You sigh. You’ll have to visit Landry after school. You throw your covers off of you and climb out of bed, groggily going to your wardrobe. 
Right. Your clothes got torn. You pick up an undamaged skirt and shirt, tossing the tattered garments into the trash. You put on your clothes and pick up your bag, not bothering to stop by Robin’s room this morning.
You take a bus to the shopping center, where you do what you should have done on day one: buy clothes that actually cover you. You browse for a few minutes, looking for something as pervert-proof as possible. You settle on a school blouse, shorts, a sports bra, suspenders, and a pair of work boots. 
The shorts provide you protection against people lifting your skirt, the suspenders (which you’ll have to sew on) keep you from being pantsed, the sports bra can’t be unclipped and provides support in case you need to run, and the work boots will help you keep your footing when you need to go to the moor or the woods. 
You buy what you’re wearing as well as a few backups of the shorts and shirt, totaling £215. You pay and leave, arriving at school just in time for your science class. Today’s Friday, so you have a chance to improve your grades if you do well on the tests. 
The lesson pace is a little different from usual. It’s just a review of everything you’ve learned this week. Nothing new is being covered, so you don’t bother to take notes. Not that you’ve had any time to study your notes since coming here.
The test is easy enough, despite your terrible study habits, and you manage to improve your grade to a D. -Stress
The rest of the day continues similarly, and soon you have D’s all across the board. --Stress
You go to the pub after school, looking around for a thin man or woman with black hair and a grey sweater. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn your head. It’s a tall man you’ve never seen before. He’s covered in tattoos.
“You’ve been busy,” he says, booze on his breath. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you. You’re the talk of the town. Bit surprising not seeing you being fucked raw, though.” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “I reckon it’s time I got my slice of the pie. You like it rough, right? That’s what I’ve heard. Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” 
“Am I interrupting?” You hear a man’s voice, and the tall man’s hand on your shoulder loses it’s grip. You look over to see the face of your savior and realize it’s the very person you were looking for. Your face shifts to one of relief. -Stress
“Yeah,” he says. “Piss off.”
“I recognize you.” 
“You should, I come here more often than I-” 
“March 3rd, 2009. Nightingale Street.” The tall man pales. “So you know what I’m talking about. I wasn’t there myself, but I’ve heard the stories. You were the talk of the town.” 
The tall man stutters. “Y-you’re not with the fuzz. You won’t turn me in.”
“You don’t know that. And either way, we both know you’re not hiding from the police. So how about you let her go, and I won’t tip off the Elk about your latest haunt.” The tall man looks at you, then Landry, then you again. Landry smiles. He throws his hands off of you.
“Fine. Shit, fine. You her lover? You picked a damn slutty one.” Landry waits until the man is out of earshot before turning to you. 
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to talk to you in private.”
“Reputation isn’t always a good thing,” Landry says as you sit down. “Word’s spread about you. You’re notorious. That’s why that drunkard went for you. You remember what he said, right?” 
“I haven’t even done anything,” you say. 
“No, but you’re pretty while doing it,” Landry retorts. “Not hitting on you,” he says. 
“Thanks?” 
“It’s not a good thing. You attract attention wherever you go. Where a normal person might have to fuck a hundred people to start getting known as a slut around town, you’d only have to fuck one.” 
“Oh,” you say, slinking in your seat. “So, what can I do?” 
“I think I can help you,” he pauses. “Well, not me. But I think I know someone. This orphan at the home on Domus Street. A computer whiz. Mickey, or McKay, something like that. Best hope is to find this orphan. If you can get them to come work with me, they’ll be able to hook you up. There’ll be some money in it for you, too. Just don’t step on Bailey’s toes.” You nod. 
“Thank you,” you say. Landry smiles.
“There’s another thing, too,” he says. “I’ll be frank. I know you need money. Don’t ask me how I know, word gets around. I think I can help you. If you come across any jewelry or other items you don’t know what to do with, I can take them off your hands. I’ll pay well.” He looks over your shoulder. “As well as can be expected, anyway.” 
“Can you help me get the police off my trail?”
“I can help you,” he says, reclining. “But I need you to do something for me. And no, it’s not about money. I was expecting a package, but it never arrived. Good thing I know where to find it, it had a GPS tracker. It got lost somewhere deep in the moor. Get it for me, and I’ll prevent any of your past misdemeanors being pinned on you. It’s a small black box.” You nod and stand. 
“Oh, and do be careful,” Landry says. “I don’t believe the tales of monsters, but there’s a sensible reason behind some superstitions.” 
You’re already wearing work boots, but you want to wear something that you can afford to tear, too. Preferably something resistant that can protect you. But you don’t have the money for that, so you head back to the orphanage and wear the only other outfit you have, a sundress. You put your pepper spray keychain on your bookbag and take it with you, hoping you won’t run out during this trip. 
After double checking everything is in order, you leave the orphanage and begin to make the long trek to the moor. 
Several people attempt to pick you up along the way. By which you mean literally every person who passes by you has slowed down to talk and ask where you’re headed. Not willing to risk anything, you turn them all down, running when they get too persistent. By the time you finally make it to the farmlands, you’re exhausted. So you sit down near the entrance to rest, knowing you’ll need your energy for the moor. 
“You alright there?” Someone asks. You look up to see a suntanned boy under a straw hat, looking concerned. He looks around your age, with red hair and a boyish appearance. He must be Alex, you realize.
“It was just a really long walk to get here,” you admit sheepishly. 
“You walked all the way from town?” You nod. “Well, Jesus! No wonder you’re so tired. Come in and get some water, my place isn’t far.” 
“Do you own the farm?” 
“Yeah, I do! It’s a work in progress, but it’s home.” You smile. 
Alex is right, and it doesn’t take long to reach the cottage, where he offers you a glass of water. You thank him and gulp it down. +++Drugged
…Huh?
You stare at your phone. The screen seems to shift.
Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are calm Trauma: You are nervous Control: You are anxious Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged A lewd warmth fills you Your perception is altered
You look back up to Alex, who’s staring at you with a grin. You stand up but nearly fall. Alex stands with you, his hands on your shoulders. 
“Easy, there,” he says as if you’re a horse that needs to calm down. You shove him off of you and  run, reaching for your pepper spray, but in your altered state, you can’t figure out how to unhook it. 
>Try again (Skullduggery: Impossible) >Rip it off (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult) 
You rip it off, but the fabric holds firm. Alex is close behind you.
>Try again (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult) 
You try again and the fabric doesn’t yield. Alex is right behind you.
>Try again (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult) 
This is taking too long. You spray without unhooking, managing to get Alex, but in your flailing, also manage to spray yourself. +++Pain ++Willpower
You run, you don’t even know where you’re going you just run.
You can’t open your eyes, but you know they wouldn’t be of much help in this state, anyway. You run until you hit what feels like tall grass, then slow. You’re in the moor now. 
You try to quiet your breathing as you listen for anything that may be chasing you or lying in wait. You hear nothing. You go a little further in, just enough to be hidden among the grass and wait. 
Eventually, the pain subsides, and you open your bleary eyes. You still feel unsteady, though, so you wait longer. It takes another forty minutes for you to regain full balance and control of your body. When you do, you trudge deeper into the moor, relying on the map on your phone to guide you to the box. After what feels like two hours of searching, you finally find the box across from some water. 
You grimace as you step in, your shoes and socks instantly soaking with dirty water. The water is about knee-high, so not enough to touch your sundress but just enough to make movement heavily uncomfortable. You hobble over the box, just about to reach it, when you feel something suck you in. 
You look behind you and recognize the thing as a lurker. You waste no time and spray it, freeing yourself and grabbing the box before leaving. 
Of course, nothing is ever that simple, and just as you leave the water, you see a terrible shadow overhead. You look up and notice a harpy in the sky. You are being hunted.
You start to run. Your pursuer approaches rapidly. ++Stress
You run faster, pushing yourself to your limits as you sprint across the moor. But luck is never on your side, and your foot sinks into something as you land. You look down, and it’s a fucking foxhole. Not big enough for you to run through or hide in. You pull yourself out, but it’s too late. 
“Found wife,” he says. You spray him and keep running. That should keep him out of commission for a while. 
Eventually, you feel safe enough to walk the rest of the way out of the moor. You sneak around the farmlands and begin to walk the rest of the way home. You’re too tired to make it very far, however, and soon pass out on the road. You feel yourself being lifted onto a stretcher before passing out again.
You’ve unlocked a fragment.
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dollya-robinprotector · 1 year ago
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So here's the thing: This post
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Everyone's honest reaction to that information:
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Look I know it's not exactly the "BEST" but they're the first on the list so let's just bear with me for the comedic effect, 'ight? *bow*
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chaossuta · 2 months ago
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DoL butler cafe themed charms and photocards interest check!
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DoL merch I made for a local con last weekend 💖
I'm planning on opening a GO for intl pre-order around this month ^^ (for local too!)
(I will be adding Avery and Bailey first before officially opening the intl pre-order!)
Edit: Pre-order is now open! You can order here!
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rttnpnkpmpkn · 6 months ago
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Male Love Interests + My PC <3
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yetiwang2000 · 7 months ago
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happy pride month to all the lesbian Lis!
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0000xx10 · 7 months ago
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Soul Mate AU
Soulmarks: tattoo like in appearance, soul marks form on all involved parties when the youngest member reaches their age of majority. Touching someone's soulmark without their consent is considered incredibly taboo and violating. Touching someone’s soulmark when baring the matching mark is supposed to be incredibly pleasurable for all parties involved, more so if it is the two marks that are touching.
ref link, tho I'm gonna put the same soulmark descriptions under each character anyway 
Contents: DoL relationships; Avery's anger issues; public stuff; doctor/patiant, mildly; talk of cutting (Kylar's section); teacher/student, mildly; farm fuckery (aka, Remy's whole fucking section); cat Bailey AU; FUCT Robin AU; Yandere Avery AU; Eldritch PC AU
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Alex
(93)
Geometric shapes. Bold, dark lines. Elbow to shoulder on their right arm. 
Loves touching your soulmark. Loves you touching their soulmark. Loves all of it.
Higher dominance Alex is likely to brush their hand down your soul mark whenever they have the chance. Even if it might be considered “rude” to do so in front of others. 
Lower dominance waits for more private moments. A teasing stroke over your mark while shielded from prying eyes, shivering if you return the favor and ghost a hand over their mark. 
Loves cuddling in the morning, pressed against each other, absentmindedly tracing the lines of your matching marks. 
Avery
(153)
Thin, delicate, lace like lines across their collar bones. Ends in thick, jagged lines going down their sternum 
God, there’s so much pressure on you to act absolutely perfect if you actually want Avery to let you walk around with a matching mark. 
That said, they like touching your mark.
At low anger, they’re tender, tips of their fingers gliding over the marks. 
They may even let you touch their marks, though not often. It’s very rare for Avery to allow it. Something about you touching their marks makes them feel out of sorts, out of control. So, it’s only when they’re drained from work that they indulge in the lazy pleasure of allowing you to take care of them in this way. A hand tucked between their legs and your tongue tracing their marks. 
High rage Avery presses down on your marks hard enough to make your vision blur, pain mixed into the act that would normally bring pleasure. But, you won’t make them do that too often, will you? 
Bailey
(215)
Thin lines that crisscrosses their lower stomach in an intricate pattern and circles around their upper thighs. 
It’s a stupid situation, trying to wrangle one of their brats in their own fucking office, it that’s Bailey’s life: stupid situation after stupid fucking situation.
Except when you headbutt their stomach, shirt having ridden up from the physical activity, and your skin brushes over the marks that had only recently bloomed across their skin, it somehow gets worse. 
What do you mean that the pain they brace themself for never comes? Or, it does, but mostly covered in strange euphoria. 
But, Bailey knows what that means, new anger sparking within them and fueling their ability to pin you down, to tear at your clothes, to expose your mark. 
Your mark that matches Bailey’s.
And they press down on it, thumbs digging into the soft of your thighs as you squirm under them. They hope you feel more pain than pleasure.
They have to keep you, they think. Who knows how you could be used against them if others find out? 
And what are you to them, anyway? Important, one way or another, apparently.
So, fuck you. 
Varey rarely touches your marks after that and forbids you from touching their’s.
Yet, sometimes, you’ll wake up with Bailey’s hands pressed against the mark, palm flat and fingers splayed, dark eyes fixed on that point of contact.
Briar
(108)
One thick line running over the knuckles on their right hand. 
Oh, new lil star walking into Briar’s lovely establishment with marks that match the one that just recently bloomed across their knuckles. How interesting. 
Enjoys taking your hand in theirs, ringed thumb rolling over the mark on your knuckles, watching you shiver at such a simple action. 
Especially likes touching your marks in public and letting others see how it affects you. 
That said, not keen on you doing the same to them. When especially tense, they don't mind the pad of your thumb following the line across the ridges of their knuckles while in their office. Lets their head tilt back, eyes shutting as their muscles relax. 
Black Wolf
(83)
Jagged marks under their left eye
It's actually quite easy to overlook their mark, looking almost like a scar. 
Brushing your thumb over the mark has Black Wolf relaxing, regardless of if they’re the alpha or not.
When they’re the alpha, they’ll climb on top of you, rutting against your thigh as you trace the mark.
When you’re the alpha, they roll over, wanting you to straddle them as your fingers linger.
As for them, they like licking your mark, regardless of how close to your eye it is.
Darryl
(88)
A thick ring around their left pinky
So nervous when they realize they share a mark with you. 
Covers up their own mark and it takes them a while to build up the courage to tell you that you have matching marks.
Very gentle the first time they touch your mark, asking if it’s okay in a voice barely above a whisper, fine tremor running through their hands.
Nervous when you first touch their mark, but doesn’t regret it a bit.
Likes hooking your pinkies together, a cross between holding hands and a pinky promise. 
Doren 
(103)
Looks like the letters of a dead language encircling their right wrist. 
Will not let you touch it in public, and that goes double when at school.
Also won’t touch your mark in public.
Well, they might if it’s to calm you down if you’re having a particularly rough day, though behind the privacy of a closed door or secluded corner.
Very gentle when they touch your mark, brushing over your wrist like it’s something fragile, breakable. 
Only really allows you to touch their mark when at their apartment, though if you’re holding hands then it’s easy to pretend that it’s an accident if you press your marks together and make Doren stumble a little.
Eden
(139)
Thick, almost painful looking lines over their left breast and going up their neck. Stops under their jaw. 
Don’t touch their marks. 
Don’t do it.
Even though you bare their match, their mirror, do not touch Eden’s marks.
At least, not until they trust you.
Even then, you’re risking your ass to touch Eden’s marks.
They like it, though it feels incredibly vulnerable, thus, don’t do it.
You can get away with it during sex, usually. Unless they’re punishing you. Then you’re gonna get slapped. 
Also more likely to get away with touching their marks when they’re falling asleep, little shiver of pleasure running through them as they drift off.
All this said, they’re touching your marks whenever the fuck they want.
Especially loves grabbing you by the chin and rubbing their thumb along the marks under your jaw. Double so if you’ve been acting like a brat. A good reminder that you’re theirs, no matter what. 
Great Hawk
(59)
Small intersecting circles under their right eye.
Please touch their marks.
So proud of their marks now that they’ve come in and they adore you paying any attention to them.
Chirps every time you touch them, all puffed up.
Often nuzzles your marks. Loves brushing against them with their feathers. 
Favorite time to have their marks touched or to touch your marks is when flying together.
Gwylan 
(75)
Very complex markings running down the length of their spine. 
It’s rare for their marks to be visible and is at a loss for words when they find out you wear their match.
Doesn’t really like them touched, to be honest. It’s weirdly intense, with it being along their spine and all. 
Only really likes it if you run a feather light finger down their spine. Not too much pressure, just enough for them to feel it. 
Also not big on touching your marks, either. 
Harper
(102)
Thin, barely noticeable spirals on their tongue.
God they're so fucking ecstatic to touch your mark at all fucking times. 
Every time you see Harper, they wanna check your tongue, rubbing their thumb over the marks. 
You're really lucky they haven't yet found a way to do away with the gloves yet when in the hospital. 
If you're ever in the asylum, they're not wearing gloves.
Would adore you touching their marks if they weren't on their tongue. Makes it kinda hard to remain “professional.”
That said, when they get to kiss you or coach you into kissing them, they nearly cream their pants from your soul marks touching. 
Kylar
(80)
Soft, faded looking lines that weave up their right arm like tendrils. Starts at their wrist, ends at their elbow. 
Touch!
Kylar's!
Marks!
Please!
Touching each others marks calms them down so fast.
Aggravates their jealousy like nothing else if you refuse to let them touch your marks. 
Always gets a soft look in their eyes when touching marks. 
Babbles about it when hysterical, rubbing your marks almost painfully hard. Why are you acting like this when there's proof right here that you are meant for them?
Maybe they should make sure your marks are deeper, more prominent, with their knife…
Leighton 
(109)
Bands around their right knee
They’ll know you’re soulmates long before you do.
And they’re not telling you, either.
Likes the spark of fear in your eyes when their hand first cups your knees, the confusion when pleasure runs up your spine when their thumb brushes the mark. 
Lets you stew, thinking something wrong  with you, like you’re a pervert for feeling pressure when Leighton, someone who isn’t your soulmate, touches your mark.
Would probably let you go on like that for a while, only revealing it as a power play. 
Doesn’t want you just randomly grabbing at their mark, but likes when you place your hand on their mark when giving them head.
Mason
(77)
Looks like gills on either side of their neck. 
Don’t touch their marks.
Don’t touch them at school. 
Don’t look at them.
Don’t acknowledge they’re your soulmate.
Their authority as a teacher is already undermined by their age and now this? One of their students is their soulmate?
Please say this is a bad joke. 
But, at the pond, when they’ve gotten to know you, maybe. 
Lets their eyes close as your fingers brush over them.
Hesitant on touching your marks but will if you insist. 
Remy
(161)
Small, dark spots behind their left ear. Some might say it's a cow print pattern. 
Fuck you.
They’ll never notice it if you drop into the riding school. Nor if you’re just Alex’s silly little partner.
No, the only way Remy finds you’re soulmate is during new cattle intake. 
And they’re pissed.
They’re always wearing their gloves, so at least you don’t react when they find it.
They’ll keep you in the dark about your matching marks. 
And then they keep you isolated until they figure out what the fuck to do with you.
Obedient cattle will find out eventually when they tug their gloves off, cupping your face and letting their thumb brush over your marks while you eat an apple out of their other hand.
Disobedient cattle find out when Remy has finally had it with you, ripping off their gloves and pressing their thumb against your marks so hard that it's more pain than pleasure, making your knees buckle and your will to fight flicker. 
Regardless, they won’t let you touch their marks. 
Robin
(85)
Thin, soft, intricate swirls in the middle of their chest. 
IT’S THEIR FAVORITE THING.
It’s so comforting, their best friend sharing their soulmark.
Huge boost of confidence anytime one of you touches the others marks.
Very flustered the first time due to the placement but gets more comfortable with it as time goes on.
Not big on touching soulmarks in public but only because of the placement. 
Low confidence Robin might be persuaded to touch soulmarks in semi public areas.
High confidence Robin might try to persuade you to touch soulmarks in semi public areas. 
Sydney 
(98)
Two thin lines starting at their shoulder blades and ending at their hips. 
Even though soulmarks are considered a divine symbol of love between partners, Sydney is hesitant to touch yours or let you touch theirs.
The higher their purity, the more likely they are to wait until you two are bound by the temple before touching soulmarks.
The more corrupt they become, the more likely it is that you can coax Sydney into taking off their shirt and letting you trace the marks on their back.
At their most corrupt, Sydney will slip their hand up the back of your shirt in somewhat public places to stroke over your marks. 
Whitney
(126)
Fluid, swirling lines on the inside of their right thigh. 
I hope you like wearing skirts ‘cause Whitney wants you in one at all times so they can hike it up and grab at your marks. 
And they will do that wherever they feel like.
At low dominance, they’ll stop if you tell them to at least?
Also, if you don’t wear a skirt, they’ll try to get their hands down your pants whenever they feel like messing with you and your marks.
And hey, Whitney is your soulmate. Shouldn’t you want to do shit that’ll make ‘em happy?
That’s what they’ll say, anyway.
As for touching their marks, they’ll only let you when alone. 
Even at low dominance, they’ll try to smack your hands away if you try to touch their marks when out public. 
Wren
(89)
Small swirls on their left ankle. Easily mistaken for an actual tattoo instead of a soul mark. 
Likely to kick off their shoes and press their foot against your mark under the table while playing blackjack as a way to distract you.
Gets flustered if you do it back to them, but tries to hide it behind wide smiles and low laughs.
Does sometimes daydream about having you laying under them, holding your foot, thumb brushing over your marks before dragging your leg over their shoulder and ducking down to give you head.
But, as your relationship is, it’s limited to playing footsie during card games.
BONUS
Cat Bailey
(83)
A bit better about touching marks but still isn't big on it.
Purrs every time you brush against their marks but don't ever mention that you noticed. 
It's really when they go into heat/rut that things change. They're more likely to grab at your marks, to press you against their's. 
Don't ever mention how sometimes you'll wake up to find Bailey resting with their cheek against the marks on your stomach, eyes closed, purr rumbling in their chest and tail flicking lazily. 
Fuct Robin
(68)
Less into soul mark touching, really.
Sure, they still like it, but it makes them feel out of sorts, like they’re still the fresh 18 year old in a cramped orphanage room fumbling around with their partner they were when you first got your matching marks. 
Though, they’re much more touchy with your marks. Likes sleeping with a hand pressed to the marks on your chest. Stops nightmares.
Yandere Avery
(89)
Hope you don't get cold easily because Avery isn't allowing you to wear anything that covers your marks when you're home. 
Out and about, they make you cover up more, but any passerby can tell your marks match. What, you didn't think you were leaving the house without them, did you?
Touchs your marks all the time: right when they wake up, when they first get home after work, before falling asleep. All. The. Time. 
Also more likely to touch your marks out in public, but only very rarely. 
Eldritch PC
(71)
The soul marks have added tentacle motifs now, lol.
More intense for when your partner touches you.
Doesn’t mind the intensity: 
Alex
Darryl
Doren
Eden
Great Hawk
Leighton
Robin
Pure Sydney
Cat Bailey
Yandere Avery
Less likely to touch because of the intensity:
Avery
Bailey
Briar
Black Wolf
Gwylan
Mason
Remy
Whitney
Fuct Robin
Likes the intensity: 
Harper
Kylar
Corrupt Sydney
Whitney
Wren
Black Wolf
Great Hawk
Fuct Robin
Yandere Avery
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koko-loco-urlocalbbgirl · 4 months ago
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Comments/Q&A on Degrees of Lewdity version 0.5.2.8
Hi! I decided to take some screenshots of the questions that caught my attention and share them here, but since it breaks the picture limit I put the text only. I might add more were I check the comment section again but you can add screenshots in the replies if I don't <3
1) What emojis does Lis like to use?
2) If PC doesn't want to take a bath, what will Lis(+Wren and Bailey) do and what will they say?
Vrelnir
1) Robin just uses hearts and happy faces. Whitney uses a lot of whatever fashionably represents genitals.
2) Robin and Kylar would be okay with it. Alex and Whitney would make fun of them. Eden would carry them to the spring and drop them in. Avery Would get angry. Bailey wouldn't care. Wren would find it odd.
Thank you very much, I was already thinking that it wasn't going to come out yet. I doubt it's possible, but will you ever add a way to "kidnap" NPCs like they do to us? I know it probably goes against what you want to do so take it as a question.
Vrelnir
You're welcome. A way to kidnap NPCs isn't planned, but I'll consider it when I get around vigilantism.
1. Would Eden use the cage punishment on the pc in front of their children?
2. How would the High love Lis handle their child with the PC inheriting PC's attractiveness. Let's say their child is being pursued by someone just like them? IE. Eden's kid being pursued by someone who wants to lock them away and is very violent both sexually and physically, Robin's kid being with someone who is extremely codependent to their kid's detriment, Whitney's kid being pursued by a bully who treats them like a sexual object to be passed around, Avery's kid being pursued by Someone much older than them who is very abusive, and Kylar's kid having a creepy obsessive stalker who can be very dangerous.
2a. What about Alex, Corrupted Sydney, Black Wolf, and Great Hawk?
2b. Would this cause the Lis to reflect on how they treated the PC?
3. Though there is no death in DOL what would (High Love) Eden, Avery, Whitney, or Kylar do if they caused the PC to die from physical trauma?
3a How would Bailey react?
4. Are there plans to make Alex darker to be more in line with the other Lis?
Vrelnir
1. Aye.
2. Eden wouldn't connect the dots, and would see the aggressor as very different from themselves. Whitney wouldn't either, but would be more receptive were it pointed out, and would feel terrible. Robin would get on well with them. Avery would intervene. Kylar would commit a crime.
2a. Alex would see themselves in them, and feel embarrassed. Corrupted Sydney is likely to encounter this very issue, and might be okay with it, though cautious. The black wolf would want to fight them. The great hawk would think them a good match.
2b. Aye, except Eden.
3. Eden would retreat deeper into the forest, where not even Bailey could find them. Avery would Continue as normal, for a time at least. Whitney wouldn't recover. Kylar would burn half the town, then vanish.
3a. With anger.
4. No hard plans, though that was the original intention.
I don't know if this has been noted before but, I think it was in one of the confessionary events, someone mentions the Christian faith. So far | thought the world of DoL had its own faith going on, so | found it weird to see a mention of that. Is it a mistake in the writing or?
Vrelnir
I think Winter mentions Christianity in connection with one of the antiques, but I don't recall explicit mention outside that. l'd need to take a look. Christianity does exist in the world of DoL.
1. What's Niki's favorite dish?
2. Does Niki has a favorite animal or pet? And if they do - how would they react to a PC with that animal's transformation?
3. When Niki mentions being glad about PCs safety during the photoshoot event post-underground farm it got me curious; were they thinking about PCs safety during that time before they found out PC managed to leave?
4. Are there any other future plans for Niki? Nothing too big or revealing but maybe tiny hints?
5. Any fun fact - or maybe not so fun fact about our photographer?
6. Does Niki get along with anyone at all from town? Not work wise but as friends?
7. Not a Niki related question! (Surprisingly) Did you eat well today? I hope so!
* Lilian Dimveil
I'm sorry, not Vrelnir, but I could answer 4! and 5? >W<
4. Vrelnir said, there's lewdity planned for Niki.
5. I don't know if you've seen it.but | remember Vrelnir saying that Niki isn't particularly romantic - is that a funny thing?
Vrelnir
It's no problem! I hope you enjoy the new scenes. You're not being a bother!
1. Chicken Tikka Masala.
2. They don't have a pet, but they like swans.
3. Aye, occasionaly.
4. Aye. There's more to come for their photo studio. There's also lewdity planned like Lilian Dimveil says.
5. They're not native to the town. Thanks for the response Lilian Dimveil.
6. Not in particular.
7. I ate well yesterday thank you! I had a pasty and Some veg for tea.
1. Who from the Lls would cry on their wedding with the PC? 1.2 The other Lls who won't cry, how would they feel?
2. I always imagine Whitney with my PC when | listen "Umbrella" from Rihanna, so if the PC declares that song to them, what would Whitney think/feel? (that one song that is like "Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh' such an amazing love song!)
3. If a PC who has a long beautiful hair and loves it, gets attacked by some delinquents from school (not Whitney's friends) and cut the PC's hair into a neck length, and Whitney comes just in the moment when this happens, besides from attacking them back, what would they do/say at the crying and depressed PC? (anime cliché, sorry)
3.1 Just for some revenge, how would Whitney attack those delinquents? Imao
4. At the raining day at the park, when Whitney meets the PC again after the PC went missing, why did they leave after the hug? I tought they would like to spend more time since they missed them
5. When the PC is missing on town, how are Whitney's days? 6. When Whitney finds out the PC is missing, how did they take it?
7. How many times did Whitney cried on those days?
8. Did they became more violent at that time or just silent and don't giving a fuck about anything?
9. After meeting the PC again at the hug moment on the park, when Whitney is leaving what would they do if the PC takes their arm and ask to stay with them a little longer?
10. Realistically, what would Whitney change on their way to treat the PC after they came back?
Vrelnir
1. Robin and Kylar.
1.2. Like they could cry.
2. Whitney would call the PC a slut, but they wouldn't be unhappy.
3. They'd say the PC looks just as slutty with short hair, as an attempt to reassure them.
3.1. It's hard to say. It would depend on their whim.
4. They don't like how emotionally vulnerable they feel.
5. Anxious.
6. Badly.
7. Never.
8. The become more surly, and quick to commit violence.
9. They'd shake the PC off.
10. They might not change anything.
1. You've said before that the orphans are both at awe and disbelief at PC taking Robin's debt, but what do they think about PC after completing the Loft, adding the pond and greenhouse in the back, and buying everyone Christmas presents on top of shouldering Robin's debt? Do the other orphans ever get jealous that we don't shoulder their debt too? 2. Out of all the Ll's, who texts PC the most to just chat? Is there a scale of who texts the most to the least?
Vrelnir
No problem!
1. Not jealous, though this might be explored in the future
2. Whitney would text the most, and Eden would barely text at all.
1. If Wren, Remy and Zephyr are in the same car, who will be the driver and what will Zephyr do in the car?
2. What's the impression of "villains" on Harper, a young and terrible person?
3. We know Zephyr likes Wren quite a lot. What's his opinion of Wren? Does he love Wren as a younger brother?
4. Are Charlie and Jordan classmates? I remember you said that Jordan once learned to dance from Charlie. What was Charlie's first impression of Jordan?
5. Is Niki in her twenties, too? Are he and Wren classmates, too?
6. Is there any personality difference between Jordan in high school and Jordan now?
7. If the PC went to the cabin to play cards with Wren, and Wren happened not to be there, what would other colleagues say to the PC? What will colleagues say to Wren when he comes back?
8. Will Harper fall into a coma because of the pressure of work? Or does he have a good plan for his working hours?
9. To what extent did the temple people overprotect Jordan?
Vrelnir
1. Zephyr would insist on driving, though they don't have a license.
2. The ones who know who they really are feel somewhat frightened.
3. They like Wren, but don't view them as a sibling.
4. Aye. Charlie liked Jordan, but was too shy to approach them for a while.
5. Aye, and aye.
6. Their personality has become more extreme.
7. If they were familiar with the PC, they'd let them know where Wren was. Otherwise, they might assault the PC.
8. Their plan is to take more stimulants.
9. Considerably.
1. Can you add a tiara/headpiece to go with the belly dancer and ball gowns?
2. Could you add a Little Red Riding Hood costume outfit with a handheld basket?
3. Maybe when you get to a certain level in the housekeeping skill, you could repair/make your own clothing?
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you consider incorporating these suggestions in the future!
Vrelnir
I'm glad you like it!
1. A tiara/headpiece for the belly dancer and ball gowns would be very appropriate.
2. This sounds cute.
3. This would fit.
If it's a coincidence that Pc looks very like Kylar's parents, does Kylar have some sort of paternal or maternal predisposition that makes Kylar close to PC?
Vrelnir
Nope.
1) Can you name a single redeeming quality for each villain (+Avery)?
2) Is Avery capable of genuine, romantic love towards the PC or would they still see them as an object even at max affection?
3) If in a scenario where the PC has escaped Eden and he's desperate to get them back, and asks Bailey where they are, but they've already sent the PC to a place like the UF/UB as punishment, would he be honest about it or lie? 4) Why does Kylar want kids so badly?
4a) Did they already want kids before meeting the PC?
5) Is Kylar deranged enough to take the PC being raped as them being cheated on at high/max jealousy?
*Lilian Dimveil
Hey, sorry it's not Vrelnir. but I think I can answer a little bit. Avery is actually one of the villains! Although they are LI, they are also villain.
2) In those past Q&A's of Vrelnir (some of which were Q&A's that he and other players privately messaged in Subscribestar) - it's very unlikely that Avery would be able to generate the kind of genuine, romantic love that you're talking about. Or, if they do have love for the PCs, it's almost impossible to detect.
Vrelnir
No problem! I'm keeping well thank you. I hope you are too.
1) They're all industrious! Briar has a good sense of style. Harper is smart. Remy has good taste. Eden is self-sufficient. Bailey is consistent.
2) Thanks for the response Lilian Dimveil.
3) They'd be honest, but maybe not blunt.
4) They want to be less lonely.
4a) Aye, but not with such intensity.
5) Aye.
Seducing Bailey felt so "taboo" that it was very hot. I don't like the removal of that mechanic... hope it's going to be re-introduced with even more depth in the future.
Vrelnir
I'm glad you liked the scene, and I hope you'll like what Bailey has in store for the future.
Hi! I have some questions:
1. In a scenario where PC was middle aged and their and Eden's kid was 18 like canon PC...If Eden's kid had a sexual/romantic relationship with Kylar, Whitney, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Mason or Doren, how would they react? In a scale from "tolerating" to "| hate you so much" where would the npc be according to Eden's View sexual/romantic companion for their kid?
2. Could you list who is the horniest and less horny out with the current love interests?
3. Were PC to go one day to town to never return until almost two decades later, what would Eden (at High Love) do? Would he keep looking for them or lose all hope and think they're dead? Would he try to get a new companion? How Would it be their reaction when PC returned to them, discovering it wasn't intentional their disappearance? (Either by being kidnapped or loss of memory that prevent them to remember where they lived and who was their beloved)
3.B. Similar to the previous ask, what would it be Eden's reaction to losing their kid, only to find them years later and discover they were living as an orphan at the orphanage? (In the hypothetical scenario where Bailey was unaware that baby was Eden's and the kid had 0 memories of their family) Would they blame or get mad at Bailey? Would they try to make their kid live with them in the cabin or would they accept if their kid preferred to keep living there?
4. Charles/Charlene will be a character capable of being found by PC in the future or are they dead/disappeared forever? Will we know more about presumed spouse/person Morgan's whos Charles/Charlene other parent?
5. Do you think Robin and Kylar could have common interests (such as animes or games they both like)? In case they do could you provide the genre they're both interested in?
6. Whitney is an only child? Do they live with both parents or do they have only one?
7. Was Avery born in a rich family or did he became a rich man?
8. How old do you imagine Morgan and Avery? In their 30s or above?
*Lilian Dimveil
Hi! I'm sorry, not Vrelnir, but I think | could help answer a few questions.
4. It may be explored in the future. And Morgan's content is being tweaked.
7. Rich family. Their family is old money.
8. 40s.
Vrelnir
1. Eden wouldn't allow their child to go to town.
2. It's hard to say! Eden might be the horniest, and Robin the least.
3. Eden would keep looking for them, and wouldn't find another companion. If the PC returned in the future, they wouldn't let the PC escape again. Especially if they'd been abducted.
3B. They wouldn't be angry with Bailey, but they would insist their child move to the forest.
4. It might be explored in the future, like Lilian Dimveil says.
5. They both enjoy games, though usually different ones. There might be some overlap at the edges of their interests.
6. It might be explored in the future.
7. 8. Thanks for the response Lilian Dimveil.
No problem. You're not bothering me. I hope you have a nice day as well!
+ I can't find the screenshot I made with the questions but here's Vrelnir answers (pretty self-explanatory what the questions are):
1. Bailey isn't planned to become a love interest, but they should have their stats in the cheat menu, ideally.
2. There's a plantperson love interest planned for the future, like Lilian Dimveil says.
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Ivory Wraith lines about Love Interests
Extracted from the game’s code (17th October 2024)
Sydney's one is pretty long, so it's on a separate post (here).
Robin:
Little nothing.
The wing-clipped are better smothered.
How far would you go? How far can you run?
You've built your cage, songbird. Lie in it.
(If Robin’s trauma is more than 20)
I'm sorry that you put your trust in him/her*.
*(referring to the player)
(If Robin has fully crossdressed)
New skin. Same sin.
Whitney:
Tormentor.
Drown in smoke. Drown in flame.
A suit of armour made of bodies. They're not here now
(If you have rescued Whitney from being dismissed)
Betrayed by your worst enemy. Do you love him/her*?
*(referring to the player)
Eden:
Eden...
So much left unsaid.
If you could take me with you...
You never should have stopped running.
Like a long lost friend you never knew.
You'll never be far enough. It never leaves.
(If player has Stockholm Syndrome: Eden)
You found a home, in collar and chains.
Avery:
Not all stains wash out.
Money. Material. Meaningless noise.
You still wouldn't be able to afford it.
(If High Rage Avery)
Wine mixes with blood, shed from the glass shattered.
Alex:
You would be nothing.
One of thirteen. Indistinguishable.
Water down your mind, until you destroy all you love.
(If Remy’s Encroachment is more than 60)
The locusts will have a new feast.
Kylar:
Child of monsters.
You've seen it, too.
A shadow, just as faithless.
Were your grip a little stronger.
Blistering emerald green, blinding the world. Such is your envy.
(If Ivory Wraith’s offspring is dead or sold)
You failed them. You failed us.
(If player has Stockholm Syndrome: Kylar)
Longing, belonging.
Black Wolf:
Wait your turn.
The howl, too, drips with red.
Dare to hunt. Be made to heel.
(If player becomes the leader of the wolf pack)
Bite the hand that feeds.
Great Hawk:
Wise to fear your reflection.
An untended egg never hatches.
Fly to the sun or sink in the mud.
The song never stopped. Did it ever begin?
(If Player can fly from the Harpy Transformation)
Count the feathers. Uncountable feathers.
Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost
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。⁠*゚⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass - V"。⁠*゚⁠+*⁠.⁠✧
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Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader
Word count: 4.3k
Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?
Warnings: Non/Con, Mental Breakdown, Virginity Kinks, Age Gaps, Choking, Gagging, Bondage, Alcohol, Drugging, Abduction, Victim Blaming, Reader is just having a Bad Time
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You aren’t sure how long you were out, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. You’re disoriented when you wake up, unable to so much as comprehend your situation, much less fight against it. You feel static around you as blood rushes through your veins. You can’t hear anything, can’t feel anything but your own body as you struggle to steady your blurry vision. You feel hands all over you, and you dimly register the fact that you’re not being choked anymore. 
You ache all over, but it feels distant, in a way. Like you’re feeling someone else’s pain for them. Like your body is not your own. It isn’t until his cock forces itself into your dry cunt, lubed only with the paltry amount of spit from earlier, that you come crashing back into your own body, suddenly feeling very aware of everything that’s going on around—and inside of—you. 
You can’t help it; you scream as you feel his tip tear through your hymen and hit your cervix. You feel a hand clamp down on your mouth, but you pay it no mind, your vocal cords continuing to exhaust themselves as you struggle helplessly underneath the man who should have been your caregiver. 
He speaks when you finally calm down, giving in to your exhaustion. “Your body was always mine,” he says, but you aren’t listening. “Just like your virginity.” You stare at the wall as he takes you, not knowing if the slickness between your legs is blood or something much, much worse. You don’t look down to check. You can’t. He fucks you with power. Each thrust of his hips is hard enough to have your throat throbbing and your vision speckled with stars. You feel your whole body bounce on the bed, each creak of the frame loud enough that you’re sure the whole orphanage can hear you. It’s kind of late. You wonder if you’re keeping anyone up. Is it cruel to admit a part of you hopes you are? That, somewhere deep inside, you hope you aren’t alone in this? That someone else is suffering with you, even just a little bit? 
You allow your thoughts to wander as your body continues to be abused in your own bed. Bailey’s head dips down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You jolt slightly, a soft gasp coming from your lips as pain slowly gives way to pleasure. You feel yourself tentatively push back against him, ignoring the hot shame pooling in your stomach from doing such a thing, as you close your eyes and try to pretend your circumstances are different. 
Instead of Bailey, you’re with your lover, at your actual home, in your actual bed. You try to pretend the way his length drags against your walls is more pleasurable than painful, imagining yourself moaning instead of grimacing every time he bottoms out and his balls slap against your skin. It’s sort of working, you think, as Bailey picks up the pace. There’s a wet ‘pop’ sound when Bailey unlatches from your breast, his breath hot on your skin. There’s not much of a reprieve from sensation, though, as you feel his lips connect to your neck just as quickly as they’d left your nipple, sucking and biting the sensitive skin between your collarbone and your throat. His hands find their way to your ass, and he lifts you up closer as he massages the flesh of your bum, still ruthlessly fucking your hole. 
He’s getting close, you think, as he pounds into you harder still. His breathing has picked up the pace, too, though you’re sure you’re guilty of this as well. With two more power-filled thrusts, Bailey unloads inside of you, tanging his hands in your hair as he brings your head closer in a kiss. It doesn’t last for long, however. He seems to catch himself as soon as he comes down from his high and quickly pulls away from you. He doesn’t so much as glance at you as he rushes out the door. You can hear the sound of a zipper being pulled as he leaves, not bothering to shut the door behind him. His flustered state would have made you laugh if it didn’t come at your expense. 
You aren’t sure how long you must have stayed there, staring up into space as various fluids dry and crust on your thighs and sheets, but it must have been at least half an hour, if not longer. By the time you finally climb out of bed and drag yourself to the bathroom, it’s too late for anyone else to be up, so after you wash and drain the tub, you’re free to draw another bath to really take your time in the hot water. 
As the water pools up around you again, you try to focus on the way your muscles loosen in the warmth instead of on how you now have to live under the same roof as the man who assaulted you. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply, but when you open them again, all you can see are slick, purple tentacles wrapped around your arms, your thighs, your stomach, and your neck. 
Your eyes snap open as cold water splashes on the floor. It takes a few seconds of heavy breathing and frantic glancing around for you to realize you must have fallen asleep and dreamed of phantom limbs mimicking your assault. 
That’s what you hope it is, anyway. 
Still running on adrenaline, you climb from the bathtub and dry yourself off, putting on fresh clothes before you head back to your room. The duvet has a large pool of blood and cum around its center, but the rest of the bedding is fine. Your dress and heels weren’t damaged or dirtied during the assault, but you can’t bear to look at them, so you place them on the duvet and wrap them up, throwing them into a corner to discard later. 
When you’re done, you look around your room, struggling to believe that just hours ago, the sight of your new decorations had filled your heart with hope instead of repulsion. Now, you just feel sick. Your stomach churns as you stare at your posters and wallpaper, not even registering the sound of tearing paper until your walls are completely bare again. 
The rest is somewhat of a blur, but by the time it’s over, your room is even worse than it was when you got here. There’s torn wallpaper and crumpled posters on the ground, and the walls are sticky with still-drying adhesive, speckled with bits of wallpaper you couldn’t tear off. There’s stuffing everywhere, too. You see a decapitated teddy bear lying defeated in the corner. Most notable, however, would be the new fist-sized hole in the wall. You don’t remember making it, but if the ache in your bloodied knuckles is anything to go off of, it’s your work. 
You glance at the time. 
04:07
You sigh. You’ll just have to deal with it tomorrow. 
You climb into bed but immediately retract as soon as you touch it, feeling as if you’ve just been shocked by a high-voltage current. Your head is spinning, and you feel as if you might empty your stomach at any minute. 
Quest failed!
Your bed is uncomfortable. All rest points are reduced by half. Nightmares are more intense. Every rest has a 5% chance of waking you up sore. Save up your funds and buy a comfortable bed! 
Optional: Decorate your room to match your taste.
You’ve failed your quest! There is no penalty this time, but be careful not to let it happen too often, or there might be consequences! 
Shit, that’s two and a half grand down the drain. What are you gonna do, buy another bed? Would that even help?
You can’t stay here. You need to leave. You need to find Mickey. Unlock the next fragment or whatever the fuck. You just can’t stay here.
You put on your shoes and march right up to the door Mickey’s in, knowing where to find it thanks only to the system’s navigation, and knock quietly but firmly on the door. 
“What?! Do you know what time it is?” Someone, Mickey, you assume, whisper yells from inside, door on the handle as they stare up at you from between the crack of the door with disdain. 
“Landry knows about you,” you whisper back. “Your name is safe, though. He thinks you’re Mickey. Get the basket, I’ll take my clothes off, we’ll talk.” 
“How did you- never mind.” Mickey brings out their magic box or whatever it is, and you remove all your clothing. They check your hair and ears, and you try not to flinch whenever they get too close. “Good-good,” they say. “Okay, if you know about me, and Landry knows about me, then it’s no longer safe-” you put your hand up. 
“You need to get out of here. I’ll need to put a USB into Bailey’s computer while it’s on and logged in, break into the safebox at Leighton’s office and take the memory cards, and put in a good word with Landry 'cause you can make him crazy money.” Mickey looks stunned but hands you the USB anyway, even with their jaw still slacked. “Are we good? Can I put my clothes back on?” Mickey hesitantly nods, still looking baffled, and you dress yourself. Then, you head out and walk to school. 
It’s dangerous at night, but you need to get this done as soon as possible. You speed-walk the whole way to the industrial alleys and climb the fence, heading into the school grounds. You’re surprised you didn’t run into any trouble along the way, but you’re definitely not upset about it. 
You run into a dog as soon as you take a single step towards the school. It growls at you and prepares to attack, but you’re faster, throwing your arms up and chasing the dog intead. It runs off faster than you can chase and leaves you be, allowing you to head into the main office without further issue. 
Breaking into the safe is easy enough. You need an S rank in skullduggery to get in on your first try, but even F is capable of picking the lock if given enough time. Sure enough, it was on your sixth attempt that the box finally yielded, and you shoveled everything into your bag. You decide to take a look around the office while you’re at it and find a pack of new flash drives. 
You look over at Leighton’s computer. You should have enough time to copy information from Leighton’s computer to one of these drives, but you don’t have the password. 
You kick the trashcan on the way out, making a mess of Leighton’s pristine office. 
———————���— It is Monday, the 12th of September, 2022.  -It has been 8 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £1,799 Pain: Tears well in your eyes Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are tormented Control: You are terrified Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged
The sounds of other orphans getting up and getting ready for the day is enough to wake you from your uncomfortable slumber, groggy and more than a little sore. You don’t remember if you dreamed last night or not, but either way, your sleep was far from restful. You consider not getting up at all, honestly, but your makeshift nest is far too uncomfortable to lie in any longer, and with the nightmares that you’re sure to start getting after this, being asleep is no better than being awake. So, you pull yourself up from the pathetic shelter you made last night and change into day clothes. It’s still somewhat early, so Bailey should be in his office. You try not to think any further than that as you leave your room and head into the communal areas of the orphanage. There aren’t any decorations up currently, but you can see remnants from old posters on the walls. Probably Bailey’s doing. You flinch at the thought. Orphans are scattered around. Some chatting, some doing their own thing. You spot one orphan, a slim boy, who looks very anxious. You can see him fluttering around different groups, looking frantic. You approach him, and he flinches when you put a hand on his shoulder.
“Short on an incoming payment?” You ask. He nods. “I can help.” His eyes light up, then freeze. He looks at you with a mix of hope and apprehension. 
“What do you want?” “Get Bailey out of his office for ten minutes. Make sure he doesn’t have time to log out of his computer. Tell him someone’s trying to snatch an orphan from the garden again or something else; I don’t care. Just get him out of there.” The boy’s face pales, and he starts to shake his head when you interject. “I’ll give you £1,000.” You don’t think twice about the number—it means nothing in comparison to home. But it’s different for this boy. His eyes widen, but he still looks hesitant. One more push. “C’mon. Would you rather get caught lying and get a few bruises, or miss rent and get sold off as an all-in-one dildo and fleshlight?” 
“I’ll do it,” he says immediately. You smile and hand him the cash. A few moments later, you see him and Bailey storm out of the office. You slip in without anyone noticing, and copying everything to the flash only takes a minute or two, so you’re out of the office in record time. +Rebelliousness
You can hardly sit still on the bus, constantly readjusting your position, crossing one leg over the other, then switching. You aren’t sure if you feel anxious or eager or if you’re just simply restless. Either way, the bus seems to take forever to arrive at Harvest Street. When it finally does, you’re off the bus in seconds and entering the pub only minutes after that. 
“Mickey showed up,” Landry says. “Strange one. Said you’d have a bunch of SD cards for me to take?” You pass on what you got from Leighton’s office to Landry, and he hands you an envelope. “Thanks. That’s the police master password, along with a £500 thank you for bringing me some new talent.”
“There’s also this,” he says, producing a USB stick from his pocket. “A virus. Wipes computer systems clean. Should be able to cause some trouble. Or make old trouble disappear. Good luck!” You thank him and leave the booth but decide to stay in the pub for a bit of day drinking before you head out. You need to relax, and while you know this may not be the healthiest method of achieving said relaxation, a quick fix is better than nothing. The beer is only five quid, so you buy one and sit down with it as you check your phone. You should have unlocked one of those fragments from completing the quest, right?
Fragment unlocked! No matter how bad things seem, it’s all just a game.
Are you drunk already, or is that just not helpful? It reads like a loading screen tip, for fuck’s sake. What are you supposed to do with this? 
You sigh. It doesn’t matter. All you have to do is unlock the fragments. You don’t need to understand them.
You feel the alcohol start to flow through your system as you order a second drink. You feel fuzzy already, and you’re not sure if it’s because you drank so quickly or if your avatar is just simply a lightweight. Either way, you knock back two more drinks and head out, feeling a bit lighter. -£20
You decide to go to the beach next. It’s not a very nice day out, with clouds hanging in the sky and a harsh breeze that never seems to fully go away, so the beach is expectedly not very busy. You don’t have a towel, so you just take your shoes off and sit down on the sand, watching the waves crash violently into the shore.
They almost look like they’re running from something. Desperately trying to get away, to reach the other side. They absorb their competition as they pass. Some don’t make it, they fizzle out before they get the chance. Others do, but they’re no any better off. They reach the shore only to be dragged back by the tide with no hope of ever escaping. They try again, perhaps knowing it’s futile but having nothing else to try, perhaps having forgotten themselves in the struggle, their shape long lost. The noise of the city fades into the background. They’re screaming out at the injustice of it all, you think, as the sounds of crashing waves surround your ears. 
You can’t see anything else but the water, you can’t hear anything but the colliding waves, and you can’t smell anything but the salty ocean breeze. The waves are hypnotic in their simplicity and repetitiveness, like a siren singing her song, and you find yourself entranced. No longer part of your own body, you’re nothing more than an observer of the ocean.
You aren’t sure how long you stay out there like that; you can hardly even remember anything that happened, but when you finally become aware of your surroundings again, it’s much darker outside. You think you must have lost time again, but you feel calmer. 
You brush the sand off of your bottom and leave, carrying your shoes until you’re back on the pavement.
You stop by the shopping mall on the way home and buy a cheap sleeping bag. The rest of the trip is uneventful. -£20
Your new sleeping area is set up in minutes. It consists only of some blankets, a thin sleeping bag, and a pillow, but you’ll have to make do. You go to look over at the luxury bed you can no longer use in disdain, but something else catches your eye first.
There’s something inside the hole you made last night. You aren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but you suppose you had other things on your mind. You step closer to it and realize two things are hidden in there. 
Cameras. Different models. Probably left by different people. One of them looks older than the other and has probably been there longer. The first camera was likely left to someone who had access to you early—Bailey or Robin. Of the two, Bailey is more likely to even think of doing this, let alone having the means to actually pull it off. The second camera must have been put in by someone who either only just met you or only just thought of keeping an eye on you. The second model could be anyone, but it’s probably Kylar, since he canonically tries to place a camera in the player’s room even in normal mode. 
You reach for the cameras, then hesitate. What will happen if you take them down? If the first one really is Bailey’s, do you really want to make him angry with you again? And if the second one is Kylar’s, then…then he saw what Bailey did to you. 
You hurriedly check your phone.
Kylar The Loner Kylar is inconsolable.       Fascination: 100% Love: 14% Devotion: 55% Jealousy: 100% Lust: 100%
Fuck. Fuck. You have to resist the urge to throw your phone on the floor. What should you do? What can you do? You can’t stay here; you’re a sitting duck! But is it any better outside?
You glance at the camera that you suspect to be Bailey’s and then rush out the door. You hit a sprint as soon as you pass the orphanage gates, not knowing where you’re going or how to get there. 
You’re able to get a few blocks away when trip on a rock in the darkness, falling and scraping your knees painfully. You grimace as you stand back up, not even bothering to look before you’re back on your feet—walking this time. 
A sense of fear creeps up on you just as your phone buzzes. You know this feeling.
Something is watching you. 
You don’t register the acute pain in your leg until after you hit the pavement. There’s nothing to break your fall. You hear a gasp as you lose consciousness. 
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There’s a giant blue game UI floating in front of you when you finally come to. It’s the first thing you notice. Not the sluggish feeling in your head, not the swelling, stinging feeling on your cheek from when you hit the ground, or even the scrapes on your knees. No, all you see is blue. 
Note: Your current bindings make accessing the system via phone impossible. For ease of use, system notifications have automatically been switched to screenless mode. Buttons have been replaced with eye-tracking. To select an option, blink two times in rapid succession while looking at the option you’d like to select. >Ok
You blink twice at the prompt, slowly. The effects of the drug are still in your system, and they’re making your eyelids heavy. You’re worried it might have been too slow to register, but the text updates itself anyway.
New quest unlocked! You have been kidnapped! As the darling of this world, this kind of thing will happen to you very frequently. Prove that you have what it takes to survive in this world before it’s too late! >Escape Kylar’s manor. Rewards: x1 World Fragment  Time limit: 7 days remaining Penalty: Death
What the fuck?
Death? Death?! 
The shock seems to ignite a fighting spirit inside of you, and you struggle against both the lingering effects of the drug and your restraints, but the drugs seem to be stronger, and you can hardly even rub your wrists together. You stop when the door opens, though your struggle was so mild that he might not have noticed even if you continued. 
Fuck. This is fucked. You’re so fucked.
“G-good morning, my love,” Kylar says sheepishly. He’s standing in the doorframe right now, not fully in but not fully out either. He seems more nervous than usual. “I, I hope you slept well.” You stare at him. He tenses up at your gaze but still enters the room, shutting the door behind him. 
He approaches you with the kind of care and caution you’d use when approaching a wounded animal, dropping to his knees in front of you. Gently, he reaches a hand out to your face, caressing the bruise on your cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t thinking. I was just so panicked when I saw you that I just shot without thinking that you’d–” He starts sobbing. “Please forgive me.” 
You’ve been through Kylar’s abduction scene before—both of them. You know that every choice you make will have some kind of negative or lewd consequence. Even saying nothing at all will make things worse for you. 
“I can do that,” you say, words slightly slurred but still discernable. “But you need to earn it.” 
“A-anything,” he says. ”I’ll do anything.”
“Even let me go?” Kyar’s expression falters, then darkens. “It’s not safe out there.” He looks away from you. “You could be taken from me at any moment.” 
“I have the pepper spray you gave me.” “Then why didn’t you use it last night?!” +++Jealousy You feel your stomach lurch. “You…you were raped, right? You didn’t want it, right?!” You can’t find the words to respond, even as he begins shaking you. This only seems to make it worse, as his grip on you tightens. You hardly feel it, but you aren’t sure if that’s the partial paralysis or just his lack of strength at play. He’s mumbling something to himself, but you can’t make out the words until his volume suddenly rises again.
“But you stopped fighting, didn’t you?! Does that mean you enjoyed it?! Does it?!” Coming out of your stupor, you’re finally able to respond with a weak shake of your head. You can hardly even make the movement due to whatever’s in your system, and Kylar seems to take that as hesitance. He bolts up, pushing you and the chair you’re tied to over. Your arms, which were tied behind your back, end up breaking your fall. You cry out as you hit the floor, pain searing through your non-dominant wrist. You think it might be broken. Sprained, definitely. 
Kylar’s hands fly to your neck, and panic takes over. “NO!” You scream, flailing wildly as panic allows your muscles normal function for just seconds before falling back to impairment. Your outburst, while short-lived, seems to have proven effective, however, as Kylar quickly climbs off of you. 
“W-what have I done…?” He scrambles to get you off the floor. Kneeling beside you, he clings and grasps at you like a hungry peasant before his king. Except this king is tied up and at his subject’s complete mercy. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my love! Forgive me, please! Please!” Tears prick your eyes, but this could be your chance to persuade him. 
“You broke my wrist,” you say. “I need to go to the hospital.” Kylar looks at you in alarm. 
“D-does it hurt??” 
You nod. “Badly.” As if to further emphasize your point, a single tear rolls down your left cheek. “I need to go to the hospital. You have to untie me.” Kylar looks like he’s about to nod, but then frowns. He shakes his head.
“I-I’m sorry,” he says. “I can’t. You’ll run away.” 
“It won’t heal right,” you say. “I could lose function in my whole arm.” Kylar, rather incomprehensibly, seems to brighten at the suggestion of you becoming permanently disabled.
“I-I can take care of you!” He says, a dark glint in his eyes. “Forever.”
…You’re going to have to find another way out.
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I FINISHED THEM. I DID IT. WOOHOO (crying)
edit: putting myself back in the trenches, more extreme though since i'm making character sheets LMAOAOA
design notes:
Yaira: nothing changed
Estrella: dead mom ponytail gone </3 i only did it in the og drawing of her bc its funny
Robin: ROBINNNN. IM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE PUFF BUNS UUEHEHHHHH- anyway, when i was planning out the designs for the other named npcs, i was like "why the hell are there so many gingers" so i made her have blue hair :3 to match with her confidence stat :3 also gave her yellow/orange eyes instead of green bc there were also a lot of green eyed npcs
Sydney: SKUNK HAIR. I DUNNO HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YUMMY DYE STYLE. SYDNEY IM SORRY. i completely forgot i wanted to still have her natural hair (also just made pink bc teehee i like whimsy) to show
Whitney: not much changed besides the hair style. completely forgot i wanted her to be super gyaru OTL. gave her cheek piercings bc they're cute :3
Kylar: i lowkey started to not like how i did her hair originally and then came across all the sketches i made for the LIs and was like FLUFFY KY :3 ofc had to keep the emo bangs :3
Avery: nothing changed LMAOAOA
Great Hawk: FEATHER HAIR. I FORGOT I MADE A SKETCH FOR FEATHER-LIKE HAIR FOR HER. IM MAD AT MYSELF.
Black Wolf: not much changed, just made her hair longer bc why not
Alex: not much changed, just made he hair more of a red red, darkened her skin, altered her bangs, and changed the color of her bandana. still wanted to keep her looking like a cutie patootie
Eden: I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HER A GIANT FOREHEAD THE FIRST TIME AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOBBING. not much changed though, just made her hair darker and have a green tint to it. look im trying to make my designs have lots of whimsy
Quinn: you can tell with Quinn LMAO. i just felt like she needed to have a distinct look since she's a special npc n all :3 classic purple and green color scheme for a shady character
Bailey: i'm gonna be honest, i was originally gonna go with a mean asian mom look for Bailey but then i was like "....what if muscle mommy"
Remy: i wanted her to look like a little shit. that's all
Briar: tried to go for a bit of a Jessica Rabbit and Rarity type aura. i really like her design and she could put me in the underground brothel any day :3 /j
Leighton: just an old hag, nothing special
Harper: wanted to make her look a little inhuman??? i think i got it with how dead her skin looks idk. also wanted her to look like a little shit
Landry: here's where the asian mom look went. i like her and Mickey's dynamic and they both just look like regular people (better for crime)
Sirris: Sydney if she was older. idk what else i should've done lol
River: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 1)
Doren: i wanted her hair to look fluffy as hell
Winter: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 2)
Mason: SEAWEED HAIR. that's all
Charlie: wanted to embody :3c
Darryl: she's very cutie patootie to me so i made her a cute patootie
Sam: wanted her to look like candy kinda. idk :3
Niki: i only made her hair a little longer and no weird two layer thing for the short portion
Zephyr: wanted her to look smug and also kinda cute???? idk, i didn't really have a vision for her
Jordan: also didn't really have a vision for her, but it did want her to gave similar eyes to Quinn
Gwylan: her i did have a vision for :3c she's a cutie patootie, that's all :3
Wren: thought a side shave would make her look cooler
Mickey: hairstyle changed a little. other than that, not much changed
Morgan: still a wet rat
Ivory Wraith: nothing changed (they have special eyes tho)
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maladaptiveobsession · 2 months ago
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How kinky is each DOL NPC?
Also rated on a scale of 1-10.
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Basic (1-3)
Charlie (1), Darryl (2), Great Hawk (3), low confidence!Robin (2), Jordan (1), Mason (3), p!Sydney (1), River (1), Sam (2)
Explorative (4-5)
Anxious Guard (4), Doren (5), Landry (5), high confidence!Robin (4)
Kinky (6-7)
Alex (6), Avery (7), Gwylan (6), Methodical Guard (7), Mickey (7), Relaxed Guard (6), Winter (7)
Nasty freak (8-9)
Bailey (8), Black Wolf (9), c!Sydney (9), Eden (9), Niki (8), Scarred Inmate (9), Sirris (9), Veteran Guard (8), Whitney (9), Wren (8), Zephyr (9)
Profoundly disturbed (10/10)
Briar, Harper, Ivory Wraith, Kylar, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Remy
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dawnartworkzzz · 4 months ago
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Felt like trying to design my version of Hawk <3
Couldnt decide which one looked better so my headcanon is his pupils dilate when happee-
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