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youre invited toooo!!!

pcverse summer is an event i created because i wanted to do make something special for the community! its an “art challenge” event and there is only one theme, baseball! i would really love love LOVEEEE to see your pc in a baseball uniform!!! (i would also love to see them pitching or swinging a bat😻) ive created a uniform for this but its absolutely not mandatory to use it!! i just thought it would be cute lolol.

i also made dress ups for my pc with alternate versions! under the cut

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Go smile a bit girl, c'mon

Who up for za lore rubs hands

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Who up for za lore rubs hands

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how to tame a dog ft. sammy

@jinxpantsu 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Local brat doggy forced to walk around tied up

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SSHUTTT UUUPPPPPPP MY MOVIE IS AWWNNNN

Bloody Moon

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Bruh I yapped so much there actually, should I js post it here 💀

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Some visuals for sevvy's mansion 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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old wips of the boyfriendss. i think

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You’re not his pet anymore. He’s yours.

gender neutral + toxic reader x traumatized whitney

post underground brothel scenario, roughly 1.2k words! no NSFW + canon typical mentions of rape/violence

Whitney isn’t the same anymore. He hasn’t been since the day he’d been thrown into that van, sobbing and struggling against a man far bigger than both of you, to pay for what he had tried to do to you.

You don’t know what happened to him in the underground brothel, but you know it couldn’t have been good. That’s why you helped him, after all. Because he was suffering and you have a conscience, right? Because even bad people don’t deserve something like that, to be pawned off to even worse people for scraps of cash, right?

That must be right. You aren’t a bad person.

You brush a lock of hair away from his pale face and feel the way he flinches with his whole body, the tremor jolting your lap where his head is warily resting. His eyes are red around rims — they often are nowadays, like he can’t bring himself to sleep or stop crying — and his cheeks are a little sunken. They didn’t feed him much down there, you guess. He probably didn’t have an appetite to begin with.

You’ve tried to get him to try broth to put some weight back on his bones, since solid meat is out of the question, but he just coughed it up, sobbed, apologized for the mess. Then he tried to lick it off your lap.

Whenever he begs for your forgiveness like that, your heart twists up in your chest. The poor thing. He’s so scared, so pathetic, and the only thing in the world he can rely on is you. And he hated you so much before, enough to want you dead. Now you’re his savior and all he can do is kiss the ground you walk on, and pray you don’t leave him behind.

Your lips tremble up into a smile but you force it back down before he can see. There’s a sort of satisfaction in his fall from grace. Or there would be, if you were a bad person. You pet his hair as a silent apology.

Still, you can't waste the day away doing nothing but reminiscing. It’s almost noon on a Saturday. You’re sacrificing time and money just to take care of this pitiful creature you’ve taken responsibility for. You keep your voice soft and low, like he’s an animal you don’t want to scare away, and you speak to him. “Whitney,” you murmur and he jumps like he’s frightened anyways. “Is there anything you’d like to do today?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment. His eyes dart up and run over your face like he’s gauging what your mood is, what the best response is going to be. They’re still a pretty shade of blue but they’re always glazed over nowadays.

He seems to realize you’re actually asking for a response and not just creating an opportunity to wedge something between his lips. Or making up an excuse to hit him. “I…” His shoulders tense before his head tilts on your lap, lifeless. “…There’s nothing. Sorry. Thanks.”

Sorry, thank you is his mantra recently. If he’s hungry, tired, needs to use the bathroom or speaks aloud, even, it tumbles from his mouth. Sorry for existing. Thank you for dealing with me. He’s so cute it’s almost painful.

“There’s really nothing?” You ask, cupping his cheek. His whole body freezes and you relish it, the stiffness of his neck and shoulders pressing into you and you have control, even if you would never abuse it. Not like he would’ve done to you before. “We can go on a walk. The cafe by the beach is open now, and it’s got a pretty view of the water. Or we can visit the docks. You used to like watching the ships come in, didn’t you?”

He shivers. It’s a little tremor, starting at his fingertips, and he can’t quite repress it. “N-No, thank you. I don’t… I-I want to stay here. With you.” His voice cracks and his cheeks color. It’s progress that he’s asserting his own will but he’s embarrassed. Even when he’s been so thoroughly broken he still finds the idea of begging you repugnant. That, too, is adorable.

You keep pushing him. “Really? It’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me.” You lean over him, and your hair brushes your cheeks. The shadow it casts feels like a curtain separating the two of you from the rest of the world. “We can do whatever you like.”

“There isn’t…” he croaks. He looks nervous now. Like he’s picking the wrong answer. He’s waiting for a punishment, or to be forced onto your mattress. You wonder what other sorts of things they did to him there. The tense winding of his body tells you he’s ready to escape, although it’s been beaten into him not to try.

You lean down even further. His heart is thumping so hard that his pulse is visible through his skin, the twitching on his neck fascinating to witness. Your fingers caress his skin — it’s clammy yet soft from where you’ve been taking care of him. “I know,” you say. You fake having a light bulb moment, as if this wasn’t your intention all along. Your eyes meet. “Why don’t we go visit your friends? I think they still miss you.”

You don’t just think that’s the case. You know it. The missing poster you've ripped from the wall at school and plastered above your own bed is evidence. They’ll never know he’s here with you. Yours.

That soft comment is enough to push him over, to make him jolt upright, almost knocking your foreheads together. He doesn’t outright grab your shoulders but he knocks you to the bed, leans over your body and cages you with his arms. His eyes are wide and desperate. Before his kidnapping, he always looked so flawlessly put together. Wild, but calculatedly so. Now his hair sticks up in every direction even though you brush it every morning and night. “No!” He pleads. If anyone were next door, they’d have heard it. “Don’t you fucking dare! I don’t want — nobody, nobody can see me like…”

Like this. All fucked up and broken. Whitney catches a glance of himself in the reflection of your eyes and all of the color drains from his already pale face.

Instantly, what he’s done catches up to him. He recoils so severely that he falls backwards off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. You stay in place and merely listen as he begs for your forgiveness. Fuck, I’m sorry — no, I didn’t mean to — please, don’t do it, it was an accident — I won’t touch you again just don’t make me do it I don’t want to do it anymore, I’m sorry — !

You can't help it. Laying back where he’d tackled you over, you lock eyes with the bright eyed Whitney on the poster hanging on your wall. And a big smile breaks out across your face.

Because, maybe just a little bit, you’re a bad person.

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dieter you can't let him do that, you said you hate him

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It's ya girrllll

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Older Dieter reminds me so much of Gregor from Limbus Company in terms of appearance <3. You might want to search Gregor up. I guess I just have a thing for dilfs lololol

I love your PCs btw !! Great job on them<33

HAHAHAH I KNOWWWW one of my irl friends really like gregor and always draw him every time she can, so when i draw older dieter design i was like, "wait.... this looks familiar..." and i find it funny so keep that design anyway ALSO THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY PCSSSSS MWA MWA <33333

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IW GET TF OUTTTTTTTT 😂😂😂😂

can't even get pegged peacefully in doltown without a vengeful spirit judging you 💔

joseph belongs to @amamiishu, sorry you said service top joseph and some wires in my brain didn't connect. joseph tops in the next piece sorry😭😭

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On EVERYONE'S soul we cracking Joseph tonight🙏🙏🙏

Sure buddy........

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oopid

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dieter the watcherrr, watch as i thrust in from behind and pierce through his heavenly aura 🔥🔥🔥

*silently print this out and frame it on the wall of shame*