#also poor whitney

[madebysimblr]

Angel: Right the fam, been looking forward to meeting ya. Howsit hangin'? Charlotte and Whitney right?

Grace: Yes! And this is my nephew's daughter, Sorella.

Whitney: Interesting to meet you. What do you do?

Grace: Oh he bartends at our club! But he's working his way into music!

Angel: Oh speaking of, gotta jet- have a meeting with someone.

Grace: Ah, don't let us keep you! Hurry back, darling.

Angel: Of course.

Whitney: [under her breath] Give me strength to make it through the weekend.

[sleepybun-ny]

redrew a thing from last year (and adjusted some heights) (and also a new pc) (also no beats i don’t…do that)

old one for reference (jesus christ somebody needed to beat my ass ong) (the fucking freckles i’m gonna puke)

[ribosomeraisin]

noooooooooo poor whitney :(( they finally gave him a better haircut and then they killed his dad. poor kid he has been thru so much lately and his girlfriend wants to break up with himmmm

[e-louise-bates]

Oh my goodness, you guys, @scarvenartist did it again! After her perfectly smashing job of Maia's portrait, I commissioned her to do a portrait of Len to go along with it, and just look at what she came up with! This absolutely IS Lennox Davies, spy, detective, and magician. Ahhh! I'm so delighted with this!

I'll do another post later of both portraits so you all can see how well they go together, but for right now I want Len to get his moment in the spotlight all on his own.

Thank you again, @scarvenartist! These have been my first-ever commissions of art for my books, and I couldn't be happier with them!

[bruisedloverr]

i'm a simple man, sometimes i want to see whitney being brutally raped in the ubrothel, other times i want to see him raping certain pcs of mine or beating them up until they're pulp. most of the time though i'm both

[bundlebrent]

I’m replaying Soul Silver and training up my new Sunflora against a bunch of psyduck on route 35 so clearly the perfect time for Todd to call and tell me his Psyduck is getting cuter all the time

[eternal-evergreens]

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass - II " ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

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: 5.2k

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, Stalking, Violence, Age Gaps, Teacher/Student, Caretaker/Ward, One Suicide Joke, Bullying,

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What…what does that mean?

Darling? Surely, they don’t mean it the way you think they mean it…

…But, if that were the case, why would it be written in red and pink? You think back on all the strange occurrences of the day and come to a horrifying realization.

Beauty: 7/6 Your beauty is beyond measure. Robin wants to be your best friend.             Love: 100% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Lust: 40% Whitney wants to own you. Love: 50% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100% Kylar is obsessed with you. Love: 100% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90% Sydney is conflicted. Love: 77% Purity: 44% Lust: 66% Bailey doesn’t want you to leave. Love: 25% Lust: 99% You’re Leighton’s favorite. Love: 10% Lust: 85% Your fellow students desire you.

When they say “Darling,” they mean it as in the victim of a yandere.

This...this isn't DoL.

Your phone buzzes. You’ve gotten a text. 

Congratulations! You’ve made a key discovery and found a fragment of the true nature of this world. 

What the fuck does that mean? Wait, this thing can read your thoughts? 

View fragment?  Y/N

Yes. If you can go home, yes.

There are 7 total fragments.             Fragments found: 2             Fragments remaining: 5 Fragment 1:            Welcome to the alpha of Degrees of Lewdity!           If you want to avoid trouble, dress modestly and stick to safe, well-lit areas. Nights are particularly dangerous. Dressing lewd will attract attention, both good and bad.            The new school year starts tomorrow at 09:00. The bus service is the easiest way to get around town. Don’t forget your uniform and backpack!

You remember getting this message. So, that was a fragment, then? Why weren’t you notified before? Did you need to unlock something first?

Fragment 2: This is a world full of yanderes, so be careful! Balance your social stats between fascination, love, lust, jealousy, and devotion to survive. A quick guide on these crucial four states is provided below:  Fascination indicates how enthralled your yandere is by the idea of you. It’s dangerous to let this get too high!  Love indicates how much a yandere values the authentic you. Putting on airs will lower your yandere’s love, but may be necessary at times. Having a negative love will lead to more dangerous encounters. Lust indicates carnal desire. Higher lust can aid in negotiations if you’re willing to reward them, but if this stat goes up too much, they won’t be willing to hear you out before taking what they want. Jealousy indicates the yandere’s volatility and desire to monopolize you. Some yanderes’ jealousy will go up if you don’t spend enough time with them.  Devotion indicates how far the yandere is willing to go out of their way for you. Having this stat means you can make use of your yanderes, but they may also use their devotion in less productive ways.

Seems like every fragment reveals one truth about the world, as well as some tips on how to make use of the information it provides.

Your phone buzzes.

System error. Please reboot.

You look down at your phone with curiosity. What happened? Not knowing what else to do, you restart your phone and open it again. 

Your social tabs have been updated with more accurate information. View tabs? Y/N

Yes.

Social                Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible Primary relationships Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend.       Facination: 100% Love: 0% Devotion: 30% Lust: 40%         Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Whitney The Bully  Whitney wants to own you.       Facination: 50% Love: 0% Devotion: 0% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100% Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you.       Fascination: 100% Love: 0% Devotion: 30% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90% Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted.       Fascination: 77% Love: 0% Devotion: 20% Purity: 44%        Lust: 66% Other relationships:  Bailey The Caretaker Bailey doesn’t want you to leave.       Fascination: 25% Love: 0% Lust: 99% Devotion: 1% Leighton The Headmaster You’re Leighton’s favorite.       Fascination: 16% Love: 0% Lust: 85% Devotion: 0% Reputation  The police aren’t concerned with you, and have no evidence linking you to any crime. The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. You are considered a normal student by teachers. Your fellow students desire you. Lust: 100% Status: 50%

Before you can properly digest this new information, your phone buzzes again.

Congratulations! You’ve unlocked a new quest.  You have just discovered two secrets of the world, and with it, your understanding becomes clearer. ++Awareness. You feel as if you are on the verge of remembering something important. Discover all there is to know about this place, and perhaps you may be granted the opportunity to escape it. View questpage? Y/N

You might be able to go home? You quickly hit the yes button and keep reading.

Main questline  >Find the remaining fragments and discover the true nature of this world. >Meet the remaining love interests.  Time-sensitive >Bailey wants £100 on Sunday.

…You have to meet the remaining love interests? Doesn’t that mean getting kidnapped?! You stare at your phone dejectedly as you roll over in bed. You’ll worry about that later. For now, you just need to rest. You close your eyes, but you can’t get comfortable. Your phone buzzes for what feels like the millionth time, and you lazily pull it out to check. 

You’ve unlocked a new quest!  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!  Current funds: £186 Funds needed: £2400 Optional: Decorate your room to match your taste. Current funds: £186 Funds needed: ??? Rewards: Triple current rest points, nightmares reduced Penalty: None Bonus Rewards: +Love to all LI’s, passive stress and trauma decay faster while inside.

Money again, huh? Typical. Still, the rewards are pretty good. You’ll have to do it later. For now, you should probably go to work to make it happen. You change out of your uniform and head to the office building, where you approach the kiosk and apply as a temp. It’s a somewhat risky job, but the pay is one of the best, especially once you start getting bonuses.

Your manager this time is a trim man named Marcus. He shows you around the building and you get to work. It’s not too bad, though your clothes get caught in the shredder more times than you’d like to admit, at least you didn’t fall in the koi pond.

Before you realize it, it’s 22:00. Dark once again. Dark in Doltown with a constantly maxed allure. 

Fuck.

You go downstairs and are debating whether you should risk the bus or the streets when a growling pair of yellow eyes meets your gaze. 

“If I get molested by a dog, I’m actually gonna kill myself,” you say to no one in particular, immediately turning to the direction of the nearest bus stop.

That’s another reason you should work at the dog pound from time to time, actually. Completing various tasks there makes the streets safer at night and beastiality encounters less frequent. 

You end up having to use your sole pepper spray charge on two men from the bus, leaving you unprotected and uneasy. You open your phone and turn on the flashlight, but your eye is caught by your status. Right under the blurb telling you about your current state, is purple text reading: “Something is watching you.”

An idea strikes you. It’s bold, it’s risky, it’s—

This is stupid, you think to yourself. This is so, so stupid. You follow your flashlight to a secluded, dead-end alleyway. There’s only one way for someone to come in here. You check your phone. Something is watching you.

“Hello?” You call out. “I know you’re watching me. Come out already.” You hear a rustling near the garbage bags, then see a short figure dart out and make a run for it. You were expecting this, though, so you immediately break out into a sprint and give chase. You aren’t very fast, but your legs are longer, and you quickly catch up. “Gotcha,” you say, hand on their shoulder as you turn them to face you. “Kylar.”

“H-how did you know?” 

“Forget that. Just know I’m not mad.” 

“Y-you aren’t?” There’s a twinge of hope in his voice. Time to crush it.

“I’m not. Not yet, anyway.” Kylar looks confused. “I hear you’re good at chemistry. Can you make pepper spray?” 

“How did you-” 

“Can you?” You say, allowing your voice to take on a flirtatious lull as you lean in close. “I’d be very happy if you could.” You bat your eyelashes and Kylar gulps. He tries to nod but ends up hitting your head with his own by accident. +Pain 

“Good,” you say. “I want you to make pepper spray for me. Make sure I never run out, and you can follow me to your heart's content. Deal?” You hold out your hand for him to take. Kylar considers it for a moment, then takes your hand. ++Devotion. You shake, but he doesn’t let go. Not wanting to provoke him, you leave it, and Kylar ends up walking you home. It’s silly, but you actually feel a little safer walking with him. +Love.

Together, you reach the orphanage’s entrance. Kylar looks like he wants to ask you to stay the night but quickly flushes and runs away. 

Thank God. 

You climb into bed. It isn’t very comfortable.

——————— 

It is the 6th of September, 2022. -It has been 2 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £357 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are alert Stress: You are calm Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are confident Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You walk with Robin to school but part ways after reaching the courtyard. You aren’t sure where Robin goes when you part, but you suppose it doesn’t really matter. You head to the library but are surprised to find that Sydney isn’t there. You guess he must have overslept at the temple again, which means he won’t be back until lunch. 

You suddenly wish you knew where Robin went after arriving at school. It’s probably more dangerous to wander around looking for him, though. So you settle down with a textbook until it’s time for class. When you check your school progress, you’re delighted to see every subject at nearly a 50% understanding for the week already. You’re on track.

The science project is assigned. You decide to do one on lichen. The money will help a lot, and it’ll be a good chance to meet Avery for your quest, too.

Someone spills acid on you during class. It was probably supposed to hit your shirt, but because of how you can’t button it up past your chest, it ended up hitting your breast instead. You spent the rest of class in the infirmary getting lectured about lab safety. Luckily, it was hardly even a first-degree burn. It’ll heal in no time, she said. 

+Pain +Willpower

You return just in time to be late for math. +Delinquency 

“Detention,” River says, not bothering to look up from the whiteboard. 

“But—”

“Don’t talk back to me.”  ++Delinquency

You nod, though you doubt he can see it, and look for a seat. The room is full, save for one seat in the back next to Whitney. It’s covered in boxes full of heavy textbooks.

Your phone buzzes. 

>Move the boxes and sit next to Whitney +Fatigue -Dominance Increases chance of harassment >Sit in Whitney’s lap (Promiscuity 4) +++Dominance +++Lust -Jealousy  >Ask someone to move +Delinquency -Dominance >Leave the classroom +++Delinquency

You sigh and march over to a toned boy sitting in the front. You try to smile but end up grimacing instead. “Could I sit here?” You ask. The boy laughs. River shoots you a look. -Status +Deliquency

>Get physical ++Delinquency +Status ? >Move the boxes and sit next to Whitney +Fatigue -Dominance Increases chance of harrasment >Sit in Whitney’s lap (Promiscuity 4) +++Dominance +++Lust -Jealousy  >Leave the classroom +++Delinquency

You grit your teeth and walk over to Whitney, who pats his lap mockingly. You turn away from him to pick up the boxes, and he lifts your skirt up. You don’t think anyone saw, but it was still humiliating. You quickly move the boxes and sit down, trying to focus on the lesson. You’re doing pretty well despite your low grade, but sitting next to Whitney is definitely not helping. About halfway through the lesson, he throws a note at you, and despite your better judgment, you open it. 

“show us your panties slut”

>Flash (Exhibitionism 1) +Lust +Dominance >Throw away -Dominance >Correct the note and throw back (English: Very difficult) --Dominance

You try to correct the note, but find nothing wrong. You toss it in a nearby bin instead.

-Dominance 

The rest of class passes, and although Whitney tries to undo your bra strap again, he reaches for the back instead of the front, leaving you protected.

You go to English next, your previous encounter with Whitney leaving you motivated to do well. You see Kylar sitting in the back. You ignore him and focus on the lesson instead. It’s boring, but you need the grade, so you muddle through it.

You try to muddle through it, anyway. The person behind you keeps kicking your seat, and then looking away every time you turn to face him.

>Tell the teacher -Status +English >Endure +Stress >Move seats +Delinquency

You quietly inform the teacher of your predicament, and she sends the boy to another seat. Some students snicker at you, but you’re able to finish the lesson in peace. -Status +English

The bell rings, and you head to lunch. Robin is eating with some others from the orphanage; they seem to be having fun. Sydney is sitting behind a large pile of books; he looks stressed. Kylar is eating alone, stabbing food with a fork; he looks bored.

>Sit with Robin +Love -Stress -Jealousy  >Sit with Sydney +Love -Stress -Jealousy >Sit with Kylar +Love -Jealousy +++Pepper spray charge  >Eat Lunch -Stress

You sit with Kylar, and hope no one notices. He immediately perks up upon seeing you. “I-I got you this,” he says, handing you a pepper spray canister. “Should keep the perverts away.” 

You gained 20 pepper spray charges! Talk to Kylar each week to refill. >Take it but say nothing -Love >Take it and thank +Love +Devotion >Take it and kiss ++Lust ++Devotion >Take it and reward +++Lust +++Devotion

You thank him sincerely, and the two of you spend the rest of lunch together. +Love +Devotion

After eating, you buy a coffee and head to the library, walking up to Sydney. “Welcome back!” He chirps from behind the desk. He looks exhausted despite the chipper tone. You hand him the coffee. 

“Don’t overwork yourself,” you say, smiling. Sydney looks surprised but quickly smiles and takes the coffee from you. You look down at the stacks of books on his desk. +Love “Anything I can help with?” 

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” you say firmly. You feel bad just leaving him there, plus…

>Help Sydney +Love +Devotion +School -Sydney’s purity

Well, how can you turn that down? Aside from the purity loss, those are all pretty damn good. 

“Well, if you don’t mind,” he says, fidgeting a little. “Could you help me stamp these books?” You nod, and Sydney lets you in behind the counter. +Love +Devotion +School

The two of you chat while you work, and it actually ends up being pretty enjoyable! -Stress -Trauma +Love

Your hands brush with Sydney's while you work. -Sydney'd purity.

“Hey, Syd! Oh, and [First], too!” Someone says, walking up to the counter. It’s Sirris, Sydney’s father and your science teacher. “How are you doing, love bug?” Sydney looks embarrassed but still answers. “Oops! I forgot I’m not supposed to call you that at school. Sorry, hon.” You get the feeling he did it on purpose, but if Sydney also thinks this, he doesn’t say anything. The two of them chat for a little bit, with Sirris mostly ignoring your presence. You feel a little awkward, but it’s cute to see the two of them getting along so well. Sirris leaves after a few minutes, waving to you both.

You smile at Sydney. “Seems like you and Dad are pretty close, huh?” He flushes. 

“L-let’s get back to work,” he says. You decide not to tease him further. The two of you finish the rest of the work in silence, and the bell rings, so you get up and head to History class.

A mousy girl is sitting in your seat next to Robin. You ask her to move, but she won’t budge. You already have detention today, so you decide not to push it and sit somewhere else. Robin looks at you sadly from across the room +Jealousy

You’re called up by Winter to demonstrate the pillory in front of the class, you hesitate to step up, but, remembering Leighton’s punishments, decide to risk it. Unfortunately, luck is not on your side, and Winter is called out while you’re still locked in the pillory. 

“Who thinks the lesson should continue?” Says a slight boy. He gets up from his seat and begins to saunter over, but Robin stands up, too, and blocks his path forward. 

“Stop,” he says, tone even and steady.

“Oh? And what’re you going to do about it?” The slight boy asks. Robin seems to falter for a moment, and the slight boy takes advantage, pushing past him and walking up behind you. You don’t see what happens next, but one moment Robin is in front of you, and the next, he’s gone. You hear a smacking noise behind you, and then a thud as if something had just hit the ground. The class looks incredulous. Winter walks back in. 

“Assaulting another student? I expected better from you, Robin,” he says. 

“Wait, I can explain–” 

“Detention.” 

The slight boy smacks your ass on the way back to his seat. 

+Trauma +Stress

You go to swimming, but your earlier run-in with acid leaves you unable to participate, so you just sit by the pool in your swimsuit until class is over. When you get back, you notice your underwear is missing. You put your clothes on over your swimsuit. It looks a little funny from the front, but it’s better than nothing.

Actually, you might start doing this more often. A swimsuit is tight and harder to get off, no one can unclasp your bra, you don’t have to change, and it’ll actually cover your boobs, even with the shirt unbuttoned. This is a great idea, you think to yourself, feeling a little proud. 

You start to walk to the front courtyard when your phone reminds you of your detention. Shit. You’d forgotten. At least Robin will be there with you? 

Sighing, you head back inside. 

“Keep writing, and don’t stop until I tell you to,” Leighton says. You glance at Robin, who’s working diligently. You decide to work hard, too. +Fatigue 

Robin asks to walk home with you, but you tell him you’re going to the park instead. He waves you off, but there’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before. +Jealousy

You go to the park and meet Avery, asking for help gathering Lichen. You tell him about your school project, and he offers to take you out for drinks. You don’t really want to get involved with him, but you’re a little afraid of refusing him.

>Go for drinks +Facination +Dominance +Love? >Refuse -Love +Lust +Rage

None of those options look good, but you remember the guide saying that negative love leads to more dangerous encounters. You take his hand, and the two of you go out. The place he picked is cute, and the employees there seem to recognize him. 

“Can I recommend you a drink?” He asks. “I think I know what you’ll like.” 

>Buy Avery’s recommendation +Facination +Dominance +Stress >Pick your own drink +Love -Stress -Dominance -Fascination -Endearment

You pick your own drink and the two of you find a quiet corner to sit down in. +Love -Stress -Dominance -Fascination -Endearment

Your phone buzzes. 

You’re on a date with Avery! How do you want to conduct yourself? >Act cute +Facination +Endearment >Act shy +Facination -Endearment >Act aloof --Endearment ++Lust  >Be natural -Facination +???

You choose to act natural, hoping he’ll lose interest in you. You don’t voice any complaints, but you don’t bother to hide your discomfort, either. You fidget, you avoid eye-contact, and you don’t listen when he speaks to you.

-Fascination --Endearment +Love

When the date is over, Avery looks annoyed. He doesn’t say anything to you as he walks you to the exit, though his hand still rests on the small of your back.

You go to the manhole next. You don’t really want to, but you want that lichen. Luckily, you encounter no problems getting it. But that says nothing about what happens after.

You’re accosted by a giant lizard. If the game hadn’t told you what it was, you would have thought it was a crocodile based on its sheer size alone. It attacks you from behind, and you struggle to get it off your back. It claws at your clothing, leaving it worse for wear, but you’re able to roll over onto your back. The lizard is pinned underneath you now, but you still can’t reach it. You roll over and feel your shirt rip, exposing your back. You reach into your bag and pull out your pepper spray, aiming for the lizard’s eyes. It scurries away, leaving you panting in the sewers. You get a good workout.

You want to leave, but you still need that Lichen. 

You crawl out of the sewers and head to the tailor, who offers to fix your clothes for £29.99. You accept and head to the office building, where you work as a temp for the next few hours, fighting through the exhaustion. You make £126.

You pass out on your way home and wake up in the hospital. Dr. Harper introduces himself and asks a few questions, but you leave out any details that could cause him to ask you to go to “therapy” with him. You’re discharged soon after, and Bailey picks you up.

“Don’t make me do this again,” he says. 

When you get home, it’s already past midnight. You don’t bother putting on Pajamas, just stripping and hopping under the covers. 

… 

……

………

You should’ve worn clothes, you think to yourself as you feel Kylar’s breath on your face. He’s hard; you can feel the outline of his penis through the blanket. You try to steady your breathing, too embarrassed to open your eyes. He shifts on top of you, and then lifts your blanket from your body. You react without thinking, immediately sitting up in a panic. You just barely avoid colliding with him. Your eyes meet his, and he looks down, getting a fully unobstructed view of your breasts. He flushes deeply and scrambles away. ++Lust

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you stand up to close your window. You notice that it doesn’t have a lock.

You put on pajamas before going back to bed this time and wonder if you can find some way to board it up. You close your eyes, but rest never comes. You’re too on edge. You roll in bed for hours, never relaxing enough to fall back asleep. When you finally give up, it’s already 06:00. You remember your idea from earlier, and decide to wear your swimsuit under your uniform today.

It is the 7th of September, 2022. -It has been 3 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £454 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are fatigued Stress: You are strained Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are insecure Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You decide to spend some time in the garden growing daisies. It’s relaxing. By the time you finish, your hands are covered in dirt, and it’s 07:30. You wash your hands and go to Robin’s room to play video games for the next half hour.

“This one’s a cooperative game,” he says. “It’s known for being really difficult.” 

“How do I play?” You ask, taking the controller. Robin leans over, wrapping an arm behind your back and taking your hands in his as he guides your hands to the correct positioning, fingers lingering over yours for a moment longer than necessary. You feel his breath on your skin as he walks you through the controls, his head over your shoulder and his arms still wrapped around you. +Lust

The two of you play for a little bit. Neither of you are very good, but you have a good time regardless. -Stress -Trauma

You and Robin are about to walk to school together when a car pulls up beside you. You brace yourself for the worst, but the window rolls down to reveal Avery instead. “I thought I recognized you,” he says, smiling warmly. “How about I give you a lift?” He glances dismissively at Robin.”Your little friend can come along, too.” Robin looks at you, clearly nervous. 

>Ride with Avery +Robin’s jealousy >Ride with Avery and Robin +??? >Walk with Robin -Love +Lust +Rage -Robin’s jealousy

You try to smile at Robin, but it comes out strained. You hop into the car with Avery. Robin reluctantly follows your lead. You try to act naturally, bringing Robin into the conversation whenever Avery ignores him. Robin seems happy you’re paying attention to him, but still extremely out of place. -Robin’s Jealousy +Robin’s love +Avery’s love -Avery’s Fascination 

Avery leaves, and you head to the library. Sydney isn’t there, so you study by yourself until it’s time to go to Science. A group of students pass by you in the halls; they leer at you but don’t say anything. 

Science, math, and English all pass by without incident, for once. You feel yourself begin to relax as you head to the canteen, only to jump when an arm wraps around your shoulders. You turn around. It’s Whitney.

“I’m hungry,” he says. “But I don’t want anything here. Come with us to get a snack.” Your sense of control wavers. Fearful of his intentions, you shove Whitney off of you and try to run, but he grabs your arm. Delinquents pull out their phones and circle around you. You lift the arm he’s holding and swing it to the side, using the created opportunity to elbow him with your unobstructed arm. He staggers and lets go of your arm, nearly falling but just barely managing to regain his balance. You rush to the least populated area of the circle and try to push past the delinquents, but they grab you and push you back in instead. 

You reach for your pepper spray but notice your backpack has been taken from you. You glance behind you, and sure enough, a group of students are rifling around your things. You lunge for them, but they toss it to the students across from them, playing keep-away. 

Whitney is glaring at you from the other side of the ring. He rushes you, and you fail to dodge. He pushes you to the ground, his friends scattering out of reach. You headbutt him on the way down, but he’s got your arms in a tight grip. You struggle against his hold, kicking and squirming under him. Whitney sits over you, straddling your waist and holding your arms in place beside your head. His face is inches from yours, and you can feel his heavy breath on your skin. 

You try to bridge him, but he’s too heavy. You’re quickly losing strength, and Whitney can tell your struggles are becoming weaker. “Just give up,” he says. “Or I might have to do something worse.” Your sense of control weakens. He leans down over you, rubbing his penis against your stomach. You freeze, a sense of cold, numbing dread overtaking you as Whitney climbs off of you. He offers a hand to help you up, and you, briefly forgetting your situation, take it. 

He pulls you up and into his arms with surprising strength, smirking at you as your noses brush. He releases your hand but still wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you from leaving. 

“Can I have my bag back?” You ask, hopefully. Whitney looks over your shoulder at the people rifling through your things. One of them reaches for the side zipper you keep your pepper spray in, and you freeze. 

“She’s got pepper spray!” The short boy exclaims. 

“Holy shit,” a lithe girl says. 

Whitney releases you from his grip on your waist but soon grabs your arm and forces it behind you. You move your left leg around his and plant it on the ground, then you twist yourself away from him until your arm is beside you again. You plant your other foot and lift your left, kicking him in the back of his knee. He falls, but you fall with him. He lets go when you land, and you roll over off of him, quickly standing. You kick him in the groin for good measure and then walk up to the delinquent, holding your backpack and pepper spray. You hold out your hand expectantly and hands it to you stiffly. +Status

You decide to skip lunch and go to the mall instead. You pick up a keychain with a latch and attach your pepper spray to it, hooking it onto your skirt’s belt loop. It took you a while to find the right kind of keychain, and by the time you’re back on campus, it’s already 13:06. +Deliquency

You quickly head into history class, where Winter takes note of your tardiness, and sit next to Robin. He notices your ruffled hair and asks if you’re okay. You smile at him as you take your seat, but he seems unconvinced. You spend the rest of History daydreaming. 

When you get to your swimming lesson, you don’t even have to get naked. Your swimsuit is already under your uniform, so all you have to do is take them off. Your injury yesterday has healed well enough to allow you into the pool, too, so you get to improve your swimming grade. It isn’t until after the lesson is over, and you emerge from the pool, dripping wet, that you realize the fatal flaw with your underwear idea. 

You have to put clothes on over your wet swimsuit. 

Not seeing any other viable option, you put your clothes on over your wet swimsuit. The fabric clings to your body, but it does that anyway. You leave the changing room and head to detention, trying to ignore the stares of your peers as they gawk at your see-through shirt (they can’t even see anything through it, you aren’t sure what they’re staring at.).

Detention only takes ten minutes, so you’re still able to walk home with Robin. He doesn’t say anything, but you catch him taking peeks at your chest every so often. +Love +Lust +Stress

You go to the temple after changing and pick up some pink lichen for your science fair project. 

You think about the last sample of lichen you need and wonder if a £500 prize is worth being molested by ghost tentacles. You wonder if £2,000 is worth being hunted with a vengeance every blood moon.

You do need the money…

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[were--ralph]

Had a weird dream again. Gonna keep it for dream recording purposes but it also makes a cool story

The government trapped a god and it spoke to me, it was the last of a race of thingies and every time someone called on god for something it released energy they could harness so they promoted Christianity to make it constantly release energy since people call on god for everything

It explained history was a lie up until a certain point (like year 0 was the start of recorded history or something) and the government spread tiny little fake events to explain things and make it seem more realistic

There's a blank period of history that was littered with mundane fake events

The blank period was where they killed the other god things?

Before we were humans we were letters? And music was our primary language?

Different races had different songs to communicate with and evoke moods and changes in the environment?

By combining music we evolved from letters to......something, to eventually humans but the government were the first people to evolve and trapped the god thing?

They changed its name to violence and bloodshed and caused wars to fortify and ground it so by making wars and violent content it would increase its power but since it's trapped it couldn't do anything of its own will

Its still alive but trapped but also angry from the name change? Note: names seemed to hold some power it didn't go into

Other weird details

There was something about 90's commercials? And Whitney Houston?

Something about a new neighborhood where I was poor and like. Beyblade things were in it?

I woke up feeling ill

Don't take dramamine before sleep regardless of how drowsy it makes you

[thelastairsimblr]

Family Pack #4

I’m happy to share some sims with you all today! In this post, you’ll find 9 households (35 sims total), each with their own stories and biographies. All of these sims have additional Everyday outfits, skills, bonus traits, Likes and Dislikes, Turn Ons and Turn Offs, sexual orientations, pronouns, family dynamics, and Lifestyles. You can find them all on the gallery under my Origin ID: TheLastAirSimmer or in the tray files linked under the cut! As always, feel free to tag me if you end up using them.

Abreu

A respected food critic, Maria’s opinion is highly valued by all as the towns’ baked good connoisseur. Her husband Joaquin, a renowned pianist, is no exception; he worships the ground she walks on. Together, they project their creative outlooks onto their sons. Santiago, the eldest and a romantic, has the full support of his parents and wants to become a professional wedding photographer. Even though young Rémy feels he didn’t inherit his parents’ imagination, he still wants to make them proud.

Monaghan

As young parents, Stefan and Marianne sacrificed a lot. Stefan became a cop to support his family, but still gets caught up trying to relive his youth. Marianne longs for the day that she can quit her job at the local diner and become a singer. Both are worried that their burnout of a son Zack sets a bad example for the other boys. Soren just wants to play videogames all day while Tatum and Aria constantly argue. Meanwhile, poor attention seeking Hunter is at risk of falling through the cracks.

Larson

Quite the jazz singer in his day, Clive is desperate to find ways to stay relevant in the ever-changing music scene. Fiona, longing for the authentic soul who serenaded her years ago, knows she can inspire him again; she’s stood by him through a lot. But until then, you can find the melancholy art critic drinking to yesteryear at the bar. Jade dropped out of college to pursue a career in social media (much to Fiona’s discontent) while Candice is following the artistic path her parents paved.

Hollifield

As a teen, Whitney’s future looked bright. But she forfeited a lot of opportunities to pursue a whirlwind romance with a boy who had a dangerous edge. They were happy for a time, but it didn’t last and the only thing she kept from that relationship was her daughter Emma. She now works a lowly job in fast food while taking classes at Britechester, hoping to find a career in social media. Her days are busier as a working single mom, but Emma keeps herself entertained by befriending her neighbors.

Catton

Following the loss of her son to avoidable circumstances, Dottie found herself in the care of his two children. Filled with regret for not doing more for her son, the college professor watches the kids like a hawk! She’s keen on using her connections to better their lives. Temperamental Owen does well to make her proud with his grades, but he has an artsy side that he only shares with those closest to him. His little sister Bonnie would rather spend time making friends than studying though.

Qian

After founding a groundbreaking app, Shirong found a place among the company of the rich and powerful. His charming wife Meifing, quite the schmoozer at elite parties, is constantly looking for funding for her next big venture (while also being the go-to-girl for all the neighborhood gossip). Nuo chose to move home after grad school to save money, but is ready to leave and start her own law firm. Her younger brother Haoyu adds to her restlessness by barraging her with his antics.

Sullivan

Atticus’ dad Clifford, a retired veteran, supported his sons’ musical dreams fully, having raised him alone after his wife died. While roaming the world, Atticus met Elisa; a fashion guru with a fiery disposition. The pair had three children and Clifford moved in to help with the newborn. Like her dad, Lydia also wants to be an artist (whether if it’s for her love for acting or a desire to be in the spotlight remains to be seen) while Malicia, afraid of being unseen, finds relief in her friends.

Kingsley-Ramirez

Jaime and Paxton met/moved in together before they could actually get to know each other, both having been new to the city at the time with zero connections. They found themselves compatible not only as roommates, but eventually boyfriends as well! Jaime always puts others before himself; it shows in the passion he has for social justice causes he advocates for. Meanwhile, Pax works a parttime job at a small coffee shop, but is intent on putting himself through school to become a veterinarian.

Tanaka-Murdock

Nigel and Shannon met at Foxbury and developed feelings for each other during study sessions. Though Nigel was the only one to graduate, he admires Shannon for making the decision that was right for her. He enjoys being the breadwinner while Shannon follows her artistic instincts, though he wishes he had his wife’s free spirit. Shannon is quite hard on herself and works tirelessly until she makes something she’s proud of while their son Kason, while a quick learner, really just wants to play.

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

LIs ranked from most to least likely to let you drink their blood and what would they taste like, mostly from the perspective of a vampire PC 🩸

cw for general violence and self harm

Kylar - You can save your pretty teeth, she's cutting for you on the spot and pressing the wound to your mouth. Would be excited to hear if you like it, trembling like a little dog. Her blood tastes greasy and it mixes with the salt of sweat on her skin. Tastes basically like a french fry - besides that, you can just tell she has an iron deficiency. Tell her she tastes good, please.

Great Hawk - Doesn't understand why but is too willing to go along with whatever you say. Would probably have to bite down any instinctive reaction to pain she might have and you'll hear the saddest little squawk of your life. Tastes like chicken surprisingly normal, if a little more iron-y than average. You can keep that info to yourself, but praising her for taking it so well will make her very happy.

Sydney - Pure would take a lot of convincing and would probably try to take you to the church, but Corrupted would be too curious to not let you try. Exposing her neck very prettily, but would be pleasantly surprised and let out a cute little gasp if you went for the upper breast instead, and will stay still until you finish. Tastes like nothing in particular, but the smell of incense still clings to her skin and gives it a slightly wood-y aftertaste. Would also want to hear some praise about how she tastes after.

Whitney - You're probably tasting her blood even involuntarily just from throwing hands in the corridors, but if she knew you needed her blood to survive she'd greatly enjoy force-feeding you any time she has an exposed wound. Might also irresponsibly injure herself for this purpose, then whine at you to solve it immediately. She tastes a bit like smoked meat but it makes you gag a little. Will get mad if you tell her she tastes bad, though, so tell her she's an acquired taste instead.

Robin - Much more likely to accept it at low confidence than when at high confidence, but would do it just because it's you. Would be really hesitant and ask you to bite her from the back so she doesn't have to see but will still involuntarily tremble when she feels your teeth sink in. Preferably, try to do this while laying down to avoid any accidents. She tastes... Very refreshing, actually. A perfectly good juice box. You'd ask if she's been living on lemons all this time, but she prefers if you keep the info of how she tastes to yourself.

Alex - More likely to accept at low dominance than at high dominance. Would prefer that you drink from her than take that out on the poor animals, and would put on a brave face just for you, standing strong even if you feel her tense up as you bite her neck. She tastes really good at first, until you feel the punch of unfiltered alcohol hit you. Might make you gag and/or get dizzy if you drink too much. Also wouldn't be very inclined to ask you about her taste, but would be ashamed of herself if you said she tastes like alcohol. She'd also probably try to find a way to weaponize your bloodthirst against Remy, somehow.

Eden - Would be a resounding no at first, until she saw you really struggling with the lack of blood. Would attempt to feed you animal blood first, though, and only if you either had an adverse reaction to it or at least pretended to have one, she'd avoid having you bite her. Doesn't she have enough scars? Ugh, fine. Would only let you go for the arms or something, and you think she's being a little dramatic as she doesn't even flinch once you sink your teeth in. Her blood is most likely thick, you could almost describe it as rich. You can tell she has never even come close to an iron deficiency in her life, and you're almost a little mad she avoided letting you have a sip for so long. After the initial reluctance, though, she'll also enjoy randomly force-feeding you blood, especially if you're just trying to tend to her wounds but she can see that glint of thirst in your eyes and that almost imperceptible licking of your lips.

Avery - No. Don't even try. Unless you get her really comfortable with you, let her see you teeth a little, let her get curious and prod a little into your mouth. Then you need to get her at least a little drunk, and also be a little drunk yourself so she won't feel like she's at a disadvantage. Work up to it slowly, very slowly, until she starts to forget how much she hates it when you give her a hickey, and then GO FOR IT at the slightest exposure of her skin. Her blood is somewhat thin, but somehow packs a real punch and leaves your tongue feeling numb after you're done, drink too much and it's straight to zzzland from all the xanax she takes. She will be mad as HELL after the initial shock wears off, so you better be ready to play it cute and very desperate. Tell her about how you couldn't deal with it anymore, you're just so hungry and she's too alluring to resist, tell her that you've never tasted better before, and you might get away with it with only a slap to the wrist (or the face). If you act enough like a puppy begging for scraps of food, she might let you do it again, but in a more concealed spot, like between her thighs for example. You better thank her very well for the opportunity after you're done, alright?

BONUS:

Harper - Would be so damn excited. You don't get to bite her, but she's going to extract some blood for you, the traditional way, and fill a little blood bag just for you. She's so excited that she'd almost trip over herself on the way to hand you the bag and sit down face to face with you, biting her pen in anticipation, waiting for you to tell her how she tastes, how do you feel when you drink blood and thinking about some more annotations she wants to make once you let her get a real good look at you, preferably splayed out on her stretcher. Her blood tastes fucking strange. A bit like chemicals, in fact. You can tell her that, she'll still be excited. Will probably try a hundred tricks to make herself taste good for you, for science. You start to get a little concerned for the both of you. Maybe that one was a mistake.

[vansshuu]

None of my PC's were good enough to be with Whitney, so I preferred to enter the game and be with him, it's the best now we are a very happy couple I swear 🤭🤭🩵🩵🩵✨✨

I have several versions of Whitney but in this case mine is blue, I think it looks good with the yellow of my hair ahjshs

I haven't been very active around here, sometimes my internet isn't good enough and it seems like Tumblr is classist towards us poor people who use a potato as a router idk HSKAJS I also used to have bad eyesight, I'm legally blind, but now I have glasses and I see much better! I can also spend more time looking at screens so I'll be able to draw more often when I have time <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>✨

[fungus-no69]

hope lovecraft is rolling in his grave as I write this. I hope more people write about eldritch horrors being gay and shit. lovecraftian gay sex… (i do not write smut)

Context: it is a beautiful day in rapechestershire and you are a horrible monstrosity

Content: Body horror I guess, reader is a little petty (deserved), dol typical bullying, brief and non graphic gore in Kylar’s, mentioned animal death in Remy’s (you are Eating The Cows), some spoilers for Ivory Wraith’s lore

Remembering to oxidise your body is a burden, making your heart beat is a chore, remembering to move the rest of your vessel with your expressions is tiring. What do animals even need these rigid pieces of flesh for?

…though you quickly realised the value of muscles when your meat began to droop around your faux bones which is something you’re fairly certain does not happen to mortals.

Of course, you can’t maintain a full rest while above water in this fashion. You’ve come to learn that humans do not particularly enjoy a mass of greasy limbs, mottled flesh and gunky mucus spread on the floor. 'Sleeping' is nice though, as limited as your opportunities are. Humans are fickle creatures and that also applies to their sleeping habits.

Nonetheless. You need to practise your human-form-making skills. And what better way to learn about appearing more human than to attend the industry of learning itself?

Whitney:

Why this blonde mortal took an interest in you? You're not sure.

One day they were there and they never left

They’re always poking at your vessel. Rude…

Thanks to them and their lackeys you had to learn how to fake falling over when punched because apparently it’s strange to just stand there and take a hit without flinching.

They know somethings wrong with you but they can’t put their finger on it, this leads to even more bullying

Most of their harassment is about how you look and act apart from the straight up sexual assault.

They once saw you slip up on your transformation because it was a particularly irritating day and you briefly reintroduced your habit of scaring off others by posturing.

Not your finest moment, I say. They passed out because your mutilated structure was too much for their poor human mind to handle.

Thankfully you can help them forget the incident or write it off as some weird drug induced hallucination. (by distracting them with something inconvenient when they wake up. Like an ice cube in their mouth. Or a cut to their gums.)

You can’t let something like that happen again

Sydney:

You don't know why they're looking at you weirdly. You have the correct amount of teeth this time. You checked.

They help you out when people ask you stupid questions like 'are you a ventriloquist?' 'how can you bend that far?' and 'hey where'd your elbows go?'

It’s always awkward to dismiss yourself during those encounters, considering your ‘schoolmates’ don’t tend to let things go and are rather fixated on following their more malicious instincts towards you than letting you leave. So Sydney’s help is appreciated.

You leave little gifts for them in the library. A book you found in the lake and dried, the foot of a rabbit (humans find that lucky right?), little shiny objects you discover while walking around.

You’re far from weak or incapable but Sydney’s interventions make keeping up the act more bearable.

Over time they find that they become enamoured with you and that’s terrifying to them. One, because they’ve never felt like this before and two, Jordan seems to disapprove of you in some way? They don’t explain why but they warn Sydney about you. Which raises some issues which you don't completely understand for all of your infinite (old) wisdom.

As they become more corrupted, they get a bit more pushy with their ‘subtle’ questions about you- thankfully they never nag for too long.

You fear that Sydney, loyal and kind Sydney, will leave you when they find your true nature. That they will find you repulsive like many before them.

Thus, you will hide your true nature from them. No matter how often they ask or the fact that they know something is off- you can never let them confirm those suspicions.

Kylar:

You see the way the shadows loom over this mortal- they are more connected to the other worlds than they realise.

This draws you to them in a way, having someone who is more connected to your home than everyone around you. And them to you, though you suspect this may have happened regardless of your identity.

Kylar is another anomaly in a sea of others who look different but are fundamentally indiscernible. If you were to cut open a human and pry open their ribcage, you would find the same thing in each one. But not yours. And perhaps not Kylar’s.

They seem to feel a strange compulsion to protect you. You’ve seen this type of behaviour with Sydney and maybe Whitney to an extent, but never to the intensity that a knife was procured.

You understand that the utensil is sharp but you're a little bit confused to why the students run away when they see it? Stabbing someone requires strength and you're fairly certain Kylar is not very strong.

Surprisingly, they were the first one to ask about why you speak the way you do. When asked what they meant they told you that you speak in a very formal manner. Your expression must have made a change in some way because they quickly apologise profusely for offending you. It doesn't.

If you sulk about it a little then that's nobody's business other than your own.

Harper:

You get sent to the asylum for your silly behaviour (crimes and general strangeness that does not pass for mentally healthy) and Harper tries to gaslight you "there are no tentacles they aren't real" explain this.

You don’t have a firm grasp on human behaviour yet, especially when it comes to being polite but c'mon. Even you know this guy is a weirdo.

They will inevitably learn about your true nature regardless of how hard you conceal it.

Hypnotism doesn’t work on you, your blood is too dark and thin to resemble a human’s, sometimes you forget to make your heart beat etc.

They’re not as freaked out as you thought they’d be but they do want to run some tests on you

You say no thank you because even if it’s just for ‘personal research’ you don’t want your inhumanity on record (and Harper’s a creep)

They attempt to blackmail you in a sense but you stand strong on your opinion. Who would they tell and even then, who would believe them? And then there’s the fact that there is no human nor invention that can contain or incapacitate you.

You may meet them on your vacation to Remy’s farm, they’re initially confused to see you there but just as easily accept it. As much as they want to understand you- you’re not exactly human, so they don’t expect you to act by the rules of humans.

It would almost be nice if they didn’t finish their little spiel by dragging you to a stage. Stares make your epidermis feel like there’s little bugs underneath it and you feel the urge to peel it off to escape the unpleasant sensation. You don’t, because that would reveal you.

You end your holiday by trashing their office.

Remy:

You originally came across their farm because you were hungry. Remy, of course, noticed the dwindling population of their cows and went to investigate. Lo and behold- they found you.

They don’t know for sure if you’re involved in the missing cows but they suspect you’ve stolen them or something. Not that you ate them.

You allow yourself to be captured, you could annihilate these puny humans if you wanted to but something tells you this place will grant you rest and food.

The fact they stole your clothes was mildly irritating but you can easily get some when you return 'home'. What do humans call it? The five finger discount? You're not sure what having five fingers has to do with saving currency but you appreciate it regardless.

You don’t develop transformations. You lack the biology to do so, but seeing other cattle develop their features tips you off to the fact you’re supposed to be gaining ears and such so you try to replicate them…

The farmhand who opens your stable in the morning almost shits their pants

You don’t try again after that.

Remy is wondering why their cattle are STILL disappearing.

Ivory Wraith:

They are much similar to yourself, tethered to this mortal realm through an object. Though their emotions are a bit more… uncontrollable than yours.

But perhaps that came with being human. Formerly, you suppose. Not that you would know what it’s like to be human.

They know your existence is eternal, will last for much longer than their own given their own circumstances.

Inevitably, they belong to this world and you do not.

Nonetheless you understand each other to a point, with both of you being non human and somewhat incorporeal.

They vaguely recognise you from long ago, a painting or two within the temple depicting a monster. They had never really examined it, being too unsettled to do so.

They also remember that during the schism, they felt the presence of something much larger than themself. They suspect it may be you, though they’re not certain.

No matter, you're here now.

…

It is the first time you have felt desire for something other than rest in centuries.

You have never been one to want. You do not experience emotion as deeply as mortals (or former mortals) do, somehow simultaneously deeper but so shallowly. You do not feel affection, and even if you have, it has surely been so long since then that you have forgotten. And yet…

You think this strange feeling in your fleshy midsection is the closest to love you can get.

[killthedove]

as promised, here are all my lil pcs to date!

more info below!!

ada is a beautiful and entirely mentally well angel among the temple's ranks! she's good at a lot of things due to her desire to help people, but also out of necessity thanks to her taking up the burden of the world and thus always living in fear that something will go horribly, terribly wrong.

gabriel is another little angel among the temple ranks, though he is far on the quiet side. he hasn't had any eye-opening horrible experiences like ada has in her island quest for the spear and such, thus he remains unquestioningly faithful to the temple and assumes himself to be the best he could for the town.

varrel is gabriel's somewhat younger brother, and he is deadset on leaving the town by any means possible. he hides his face as to avoid unwanted attention from his thievery, as not only does crime carry heavy consequences in this town, he also can't ruin his reputation if he plans to schmooze with the socialites. he cares deeply for gabriel, and dearly wishes his brother would open his eyes on the matter of getting out with him.

fern is a sweetheart with a penchant for domming cute boys, she's by and large a very regular person save for her pursuits of the LIs. it's at the end of the day a way to restore control, surely, especially when it comes to getting her hands on whitney, but at the end of the day it's also just genuine fondness for the fun of it.

daniel is a bit on the preppy side, a beautiful boy with expensive tastes that ultimately ended up gluing to avery, modeling and the strip club as to afford this lifestyle. things ended up going somewhat down the hill along the way, though, following his fallout with avery caused by his avoidence of the man after the party they attended together. he simply couldn't stomach being with avery after that, though they ultimately smoothed things over because upon seeing avery trying to replace him with another boy from the orphanage, he decided to spare the poor sod his own fate.

[seat-safety-switch]

There is a sort of simple beauty in the fact that every person on Earth will walk their own path in life. Some folks fall in with UFO-related cults and offer to read the mental purity of complete strangers using an elaborate machine. Someone else might make a top-ten country music album before also falling prey to that same UFO cult.

You can watch your friends make bad decisions, but you can't force them to conform to your own beliefs. All you can do is experience life in all its glory, then laugh at everyone else as those poor suckers didn't spend their entire existence on this Earth learning all they could about the Isuzu Impulse Irmscher Edition. Maybe someone else will find out about a whole other weird kind of Isuzu they sold only in Japan, and share that information with you. You can't know.

For me, this lesson came relatively late in life. When I was in school, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I worked hard to get toward it. A lot of my friends and classmates were relatively directionless drifters, preferring instead to find out what the world had waiting for them. I laughed, knowing that every passing moment was critical to live up to my dreams. It turns out that what life provided them with were high-paying engineering degrees in oil and gas, and for me: wanton automotive degeneracy. It's hard to argue that I didn't get what I really wanted.

Which is not to say that their existences aren't valid as well. For instance, many of them probably have homes that are occupied legally, with a clear title, instead of an insanely complex interlocking series of legal and ethical corner cases surrounding a "missing" landlord. None of them, however, will drive a 1984 Cadillac Cimarron to the high school reunion, and even if they do: their car won't be powered by a Pratt and Whitney jet turbine that fell out of the sky near the airport (finders keepers.)

[propertyofwhitney67]

how would LIs react when they see the poor dog got attacked by cat PC out of no where

Whitney is kicking that dog, he didn't give the dogperson permission to touch you (vrel has confirmed he'd do that (reasoning) and I find it very funny)

Kylar shoots the dogperson with a dart or attacks it with his knife :)

Robin is yelling and trying to scare the dogperson off

P!Sydney is also yelling and trying to scare the dogperson away

C!Sydney is yelling and trying to kick the dogperson

Alex chases the dogperson away

Avery minds his damn business

Eden is taking a potshot off near the dogperson to scare it off

[sonderinghiraeth]

Who We Are || Loki/Reader

[ A/N: Hi, I'm vrlouise on AO3. I have decided to reconstruct Drive Me Crazy for the better-viewing pleasures of Tumblr, and for lack of a better term, Drive Me Crazy was something I used as a fun pastime. If I put it on here as a portfolio piece for future commission work, I want it to be something I'm proud of. Happy reading! ]

Chapter One

"Y'all? Y'all. It's all you've said since you've been back. You weren't like this three weeks ago."

Your friend teased you as she untied her apron from the loops of her jeans, strolling down the dimly lit sidewalk scattered with trash and other questionable litter within the hallways of buildings that illuminated New York City.

"Lauren, you wouldn't believe how infuriatingly easy it is to pick the accent back up even after a week." You replied, removing your own apron.

You had just managed to escape your job at one of the cozier coffee shops in New York. It was chaotic and messy, but it was good money. They never failed to be busy at any time of the day, and you already knew many of the people who worked there. The fifteen dollars an hour plus tips soothed your poor college kid soul.

"You sound like Shakespeare if his translator was from Tennessee."

"Hey, aren't you from Utah? The Mormon state?"

She shoved you with a snicker. "I'm not Mormon."

You would think you were some sort of marvel to New York natives. It was an entire conversation within itself trying to get to know someone from here.

"Do you really say y'all? What's Waffle House like? Say Oil. Is it true you fuck your cousins?"

You weren't even truly Southern to begin with. Your grandfather was a New York native who retired to Tennessee. Thankfully for you, this gave way to a rather cozy apartment in his will, and an out from your mother's helicopter arms.

"Oh trust me, I know." You finally answered, slipping the Fireball shooter out of your apron pocket. Your friend mimicked with a Pink Whitney.

"To Sunday doubles?" Your friend smirked, skewing her shooter in your direction. You untwisted the cap of your Fireball, clinking it with her Whitney.

"To Sunday doubles." You sighed out, and down the hatch it went. The burn was something you enjoyed, but it never failed to make your entire body cringe in a cinnamon-flavored fit.

Your friend laughed and stopped near the stoop of her own apartment. "Thanks for staying with me til' close. See you in class tomorrow. First last day!"

"See you in class." You nodded, still recuperating from your fifth nightcap of the night. You failed to mention to your best friend you might have also had a friendly Pina Colada or four at the bar next door while waiting for her to close up shop. You could have, should have called an Uber, but she begged you to stay and walk with her.

You were, soon regrettably, a good friend.

You blinked, and as you came back to your senses you realized you had been walking aimlessly down side paths and alleyways, completely unaware you were completely off the regular route to your apartment.

Either the drinks were already working, or you were as ditzy as everyone made you out to be.

You turned back around, watching for rats and roaches as you weaved through the alleyway you were currently in and down another side path as a shortcut to your apartment. You were nervous about returning to classes. Your professors had thankfully given you the green light to go back home after the battle of New York. Your mother would not have had it any other way.

You'll never forget your mother as you backed out of the driveway to finally come back to New York, teary-eyed and waving her arms hysterically.

"Don't forget to go to church, or the devil will get you!"

You haven't been to church.

"You will listen when I am talking to you!" The voice was blurry, echoing in the river of your now swimming thoughts.

The devil got you.

You knew you weren't just drunkenly hallucinating when two pairs of hands grabbed you, and you immediately reared back, and solar plexus-ed whatever creep was trying to take advantage of you in this alleyway.

"Get the hell off of me! I'm not the one you fucker!"

The man, now in front of you, grunted and caved partly in on himself from a lava-lamp point of view in your glazed eyes. However, he did not immediately go to his knees like most people did.

You fucked up.

You fucked up and now you were going to be on the New York Times as a girl found mutilated and stuffed in a trash bag like how your Mom always said you would end up here. You shouldn't have taken that Fireball shot, you shouldn't have drank all those pina coladas. You shouldn't have walked tonight. You should have just got that Uber instead of being nice. Stupid southern hospitality.

Now periwinkle eyes stared bullets through your skull. Shivers slithered down your spine when you began to convince yourself that maybe you were just blackout and hallucinating that a random homeless man was attacking you. Because right now it looked like that guy who attacked New York just a month ago that you swore was taken back to wherever he came from was giving you the sassiest glare known to man here in a random New York alleyway.

"That was your first mistake, wench." He growled, a lot deeper than you expected. He took your chin into his grasp, pulling you close.

"You will take me to your living, do you understand? You will take me to your home, and you will feed me and clothe me. I am a God, do you understand? I am Loki!" He rambled, but you couldn't process a lick of anything that he said.

You, in fact, said nothing. You just stared at him with your thoughts fluttering off about your possible murder. This caused his eyebrows to furrow.

"Are you dull? I said take me to your home!"

You refused to speak, only seething in a breath when he dragged you closer to him.

"I'll give you to the count of three before I gut you like a fish, understand? I know your race is miserable, fruitless, and primitive, but surely you have enough brains to lead me to shelter. Understand?" He gruffed.

You finally began to follow along to what he was saying, and you grabbed one of his wrists that were now on your shoulders. "God that was threatening." You sighed, completely ignoring the extraterrestrial tyrant threatening your life as you began walking the other way to your apartment, clearly tip-toeing the fence of a blackout.

"Are you taking me to your home?" The man followed you.

"Yeah, yeah." You unknowingly whispered, gesturing him onward. "Just, gotta promise to go home before I wake up. No blowjobs."

"This will be my home." He retorted, ignoring your latter comment.

You hiccupped a laugh. "Yeah, and I'm Michael Jackson."

You took the turn off of the alley, going two buildings down and finally towards the steps of your apartment. How were you walking so straight? Were you walking straight? Were you just convincing yourself you were walking straight? Should you ask him if you're walking straight?

"Am I walking straight?" You finally blurted out.

"Quite." He tersely replied.

You went inside of the lobby, towards the elevator that was melting into itself from your point of view. You pressed for it, slowly turning around to still see the Death-Bringer of New York in tow.

"I don't know why I'm doing this right now." You told him, not knowing if you were trying to convince him or yourself that this was real.

"Because you're weak." He bit back. The elevator door dinged, and he was the one to drag you inside.

You looked down at the mountainous list of buttons to each floor, some of the numbers scratched off and others messily painted on.

"I forgot which floor I'm on."

"You forgot?"

"Yeah, I forgot." You couldn't help but laugh, slowly leaning over the button box as you continued your fit of giggles.

"Remember."

You couldn't stop giggling for the life of you, pressing for the 17th floor and accidentally pressing for the 16th too.

"Oh, my bad." You slurred, covering your mouth to stop yourself from crashing into another laughing fit.

"I hope you're not this egregiously annoying when you're sober." He jabbed, crossing his arms.

You still weren't totally processing what was happening right now. You were standing beside The God of Mischief. No, you were taking the God of Mischief to your apartment, and Lauren, or anyone else for that matter was nowhere in sight.

After waiting impatiently for the elevator door to open and close on the 16th floor, you finally reached the 17th floor. You had better luck remembering which apartment was yours.

Maybe that's because there are only two doors on the floor to begin with.

"Thank you for getting me home, you can go now." You mumbled with a giggle as you unlocked the door and slowly began to close it behind you.

That was until Loki practically pushed you inside and closed the door. "I'm not going anywhere, you insolent mortal." He corrected you, walking in to inspect your apartment and make sure it was up to his standards. He marched all around the living room, trailing off to the bedroom, then the bathroom, then the guest bedroom.

"Your vocabulary is unnecessary." You slurred, stumbling over to the couch and finally being welcomed by the comfy smell of old people and dust that stained the fabric of the twenty-year-old couch.

"I'll be washing up now." He ignored your comment, slamming the door to the bathroom.

There wasn't much to do or say, you still weren't in the mood to process a lick of what was happening. So you did what every drunk person would do in this situation.

You passed out.

-

The morning was brutal to you. The sun unforgivingly shining right down on your eyes from the window of your living room.

You audibly groaned, shading your eyes with your arm. You had fallen asleep jeans and all.

"Oh good, you're awake."

You immediately raised in alarm, snapping your gaze to the side despite the pounding headache on the right side of your head.

There he was. Dark crashing waves in an ocean of raven hair, cheekbones as high as the heavens and carved sharp enough to slice bread, decked out in black sweatpants that were a little too small for him and a Grand Canyon shirt equally too big. He sat with one leg crossed over the other as if he had been watching you for hours, both arms sprawled on either side of the loveseat. As if he were a king.

Loki Laufeyson.

You shrieked in horror, galloping over your couch and making a bullet towards your bedroom.

You could hear his muffled groan as you slammed the door shut and managed to finally lock it with shaky hands.

You were already gasping for air, throat dry, eyes still cruddy, and legs wobbling. You slowly slid down the panel of your door, head drowning with a desperate recall to last night.

It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a stupid blackout dream. Of course, it wasn't a blackout dream!

Clothes were littered on the floor trailing from your closet. The box that kept all of your failed Hinge and Tinder artifacts was dumped out into a pile. That must explain where he got the sweatpants and shirt.

This freak went through your room?

"That was a much more appropriate yet nevertheless annoying response." His voice came from the other side of the door. "Your bed is quite comfortable for a Midgardian one, though I do suggest you use less quilts and linens."

"Why are you here?! Please leave my apartment!" You finally yell, the effects of your hangover making you sound weaker than you intended.

"Like you deserve to know,."

"You're in my apartment!" You emphasized, throwing your arms out like he could see them.

"Our apartment now, mortal. You best get used to me until Odin lets me return." He muffled through the door. "Let me in."

"You can't stay here!"

"And who are you to say? You readily welcomed me in last night."

"I'll call the Avengers."

"Oh, the same Avengers that can't even agree on what's left and what's right? Grand idea. Listen, this is for the benefit of both of us. I get sheltered, fed, and bathed. You get to be in the presence of a God."

You pinched your temples, looking down at the carpet to see you were stepping on photos.

Photos?

You lifted your foot, seeing the slightly crumpled image of you squished in between your father and grandfather. All of you ten years younger.

"How much stuff did you go through?" You said, picking up the trail of photos that led to the bed where a whole stack was spread out on the quilt.

"Only what I needed to." He replied, jiggling the door handle. "Let me in, that is an order."

"What? No! You could kill me!"

"If I wanted to do that I would have done so during your rather heavily intoxicated slumber." He retorted, jiggling the handle once more.

You cursed yourself, fighting between giving in to him and unlocking the door or attempting to run through the fire escape outside. He was a God, a proven murderous God. If you opened the door, it could very well be the last thing you ever do.

You searched around for your phone to call the police, but you had to have left it in your bag in the living room. You were at a dead end.

Instead, you opted for your pistol in your bedside drawer. You inched back over to the bedroom door, drowning in possible outcomes.

You took a deep breath in, finally unlocked the door, and swung it open to hold him at gunpoint.

There he stood, annoyed as ever. "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses, but you are as egregiously annoying sober. You haven't proven any different at least."

"Weren't you literally just taken back to wherever you came from last month? Like, jailed? Executed?" You asked as he made his way to the foot of your bed, the barrel of your pistol following suit. The sweatpants were way too small.

"Odin is clever and cruel with his punishments, girl. I am stripped of my powers, and cruelly banished here to live amongst you scum."

"You're saying this to the girl that is graciously lending you a place to stay."

"Not like you exactly consented."

"Ew! Don't put it like that." You cringed, sneering at his comment. "You're just like us now?"

"No, I still have the strength and aging of a God. Plus some minor magic that not even Odin can cast off me. So don't even think about being sneaky around the God of Sneakiness." He gave an exasperated sigh. "And put the toy down. That silly thing won't even land a scratch."

You rolled your eyes, if he hadn't hurt you yet, he wouldn't hurt you now. You threw up your hands and turned to your nightstand. That's when you finally had the chance to see a clock.

9 a.m.

Shit.

"God I need to tell Lauren I'm not making it to class." You muttered to yourself, jogging off to the living room to finally retrieve your phone.

"Who is Lauren?" He questioned, following you.

"My friend and coworker." You made it to your purse, fishing your phone out to find her contact.

After a few rings, the phone picked up.

"Heyyy, where are you?" Lauren greeted, making your face contort awkwardly.

"At home. Can you tell McAbee it's an emergency? Please, Lauren, it's a real emergency." You pleaded, bouncing your leg up and down while picking at your lip.

"Being hungover is not an emergency." She teased. "Plus I had to make up for your absence for like, the past month. Are you seriously asking me to cover your ass?"

"Lauren, I'm serious. I'll explain later but it's a super intense emergency." You urged. It hadn't yet sunk in still that Loki was in your apartment.

"I'll tell her, but you better be in class tomorrow. You're not dropping a semester behind me, I promised Kim." She replied, referring to your mother. You cried out in joy and relief.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Lauren. I promise it is totally worth it and I totally promise I'll get you back."

You hung up the phone, turning to Loki.

He still simply stood in front of you, arms crossed. "Well? Where's breakfast?"

You scoffed, standing back up. "Not really a breakfast person, sorry."

"You expect me to starve?"

"I kinda expect you, a God, to be independent enough to find your own breakfast."

"Watch that mouth, you quim." His eyes narrowed at your response, stepping closer.

"I just got back here! I literally have no food. You can check yourself." You motioned to the pantry that was never really stocked, to begin with. "I went home because of your attack on New York."

How were you doing this? How were you just so casually bickering with the man who almost decimated your entire city less than a month ago? How were you not dead?

"Listen, I really need to find some Aspirin and cold water." You mentioned, walking back to the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned the faucet on and began to splash freezing water right in your face to try and alleviate some of your head pain. You put a brush through your hair, brushed your teeth of the alcohol from last night, popped a few pills, and turned on the shower to let the water heat.

You walked back into your bedroom to retrieve some clothes for the day, but instead, you found Loki lounging on your mattress, inspecting the picture frame of you and your mother.

"My mom." You answered before he had the chance to pop the question, picking out a shirt and some jeans.

"You look like each other."

"Is that not common where you're from? Kids looking like their parents?"

"Not quite."

You shrugged. "I'm going to go shower, uh, if that's cool?"

"As you please." He waved you off, not bothering to look at you.

You rolled your eyes once you turned around. How was this the same guy that killed so many people? Was that all just propaganda?

The combination of hot water and the smell of your herbal concoction of body washes made your headache wash away with the rest of the ickiness on your body. Yet, it still wasn't exactly registering. Nothing about this entire ordeal was registered with you. How were you going to tell your mom? Were you going to tell your mom? Were you going to tell your friends? Oh god, you're going to have to leave him here to go to classes and work eventually.

As awkward as it already was, it was even more awkward knowing that this guy was just chilling in your apartment right now, and you were butt naked. It just felt so odd and almost creepy. You didn't really know who he was or what he was entirely capable of even without powers. He was lanky, but he was still 6'4 regardless. He could choke-slam you with one hand. He was some random grown-ass man taking advantage of you while you were drunk just like any other guy.

And you had no idea how to get rid of him.

You exited the shower in a fresh pair of clothes, taking a deep breath in and out before facing the monster in your bedroom again.

There he was still, lounging on your bed and flipping through one of your many books.

"I have a guest bedroom." You mentioned.

"The bed was stale." He replied, flipping to the next page.

"Okay, listen, you can do a lot of things, but you're not stealin' my bedroom." You sternly said.

"You should be grateful." He quipped, resting the book on the sheets.

You scoffed, feeling your stomach pit and groan, reminding you it had almost been twenty-four hours since you last ate.

"Let's find something to eat." You left your bedroom, entered the kitchen, and began to rummage for something that may satisfy both you and the spoiled God.

You managed to scour out some mac n cheese cups, popcorn, and ramen noodles.

Grocery shopping was on your rather long list of things to do since you returned home.

"I don't have much here." You muttered, rather embarrassingly. Why were you embarrassed? He should be glad you're even providing him food to begin with in this economy.

"We can go find something to eat, I'm sure." He suggested.

You stared at him, dumbfounded. "That costs money that I do not have, Loki." His name felt foreign on your tongue. "I'm a college student, and wouldn't the Avengers fucking dogpile us?"

"I am capable of the funds. I told you there would be benefits to providing me." He smirked. "And no need to fret about those pesky Avengers. They have themselves to fight over right now. Besides, consider it a gracious and rather rare treat until you pull yourself together. I was hoping I'd be luckier in my search of the vulnerable, but I will take what I can get." He shrugged.

You scanned the room back and forth, worried to ask where in the world he could have possibly gotten money from. You didn't even bite the back-handed compliment he was giving you. Then, you scanned him up and down. He was still wearing flooded sweatpants and a stained Grand Canyon shirt. Both of which were stolen possessions of failed dates.

"Okay, but first, you need to change."