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the stalkererrrrrrrrrr

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hey guys, long time no see.

yesterday, my house caught on fire and half of our stuff is gone. we all are okay. however, we're in a trouble situation as we have no place to stay. we really need the help we can to rebuild our house.

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“MY SEPTEMBER”

F!Robin x PC[?]

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Delusional Yandere Elf

Quick colored sketch to show his colors

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Likely an Unpopular opinion, and I think this rant needs a trigger warning for Robin lovers lol. No hate towards Robin lovers btw, I’m just expressing my own personal opinion:

I’m honestly surprised that Robin is the most popular LI in the game. I honestly want to smash their gaming console into pieces, yell at them and break up with them because I didn’t originally realize how shit they’d be. Kid is such a freeloader my god, get an afterschool part time job already. From what I can tell, you can only get a max of 700 quid from them a week if you help with the stand. Getting more means you likely missed a collection week. I know you don’t have to pay Bailey, but it’s the thought that counts. Also, it’s kind of shit Robin is willing to sit back and let the person they supposedly love get raped in front of them just because their confidence is low. Why do they need high confidence to protect the one they supposedly love? It really feels like they’re just using PC. All other LIs actually give PC something in return whether it’s protection or a home. All LIs give stress and trauma relief. Robin just gives PC more debt and sits on their ass playing video games or doing nothing all day. I know Robin can “protect” PC from Avery, but Avery gives PC money and status, and they’re easily dismissed if PC doesn’t want them, so what’s the point? I also know they ask PC how they make so much money, and they say they want to be more useful, but they don’t do JACK SHIT even if they go through Bailey’s punishments with PC.

Kid needs a tough-love and hardening story arc. If that happens, I’ll likely change my opinion. I don’t feel like I’m being unreasonable with my current opinion that Robin is a massive freeloader, and again no hate towards Robin enjoyers.

It's understandable, anon! I seen a few similar opinions floating around as well, even among Robin enjoyers, so you're not alone. I myself crossing my finger to more story arcs revolving around Robin, maybe even as vital assistance in overthrowing Bailey or other similar sort of events 🤔

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the moment wren is one of the lis we're fucking til he's pregnant with my children

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we partake in the occasional blasphemy here and there

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little changes

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Done with Ivory Wraith and Great Hawk. FINALLY CAN RESTTT WAAAA

ALSOOO, the design notes are for me because I’m forgetful of my own choices. Also forgot to note IV’s hair style isn’t set in stone (Note to self: do whatever to IV’s hair as long as u keep the length it’s gud enuff :3)

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tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.

His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.

“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”

You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.

“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”

It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”

It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”

Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands  graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”

“I need to— You said I could go—”

“Just give me another minute, darling.”

His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.

“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”

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this game is so wack but i keep coming back to play it

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hey guys, long time no see.

yesterday, my house caught on fire and half of our stuff is gone. we all are okay. however, we're in a trouble situation as we have no place to stay. we really need the help we can to rebuild our house.

so please donate or share it if you can. please.

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🔹 Saying that it's okay to write or read about dark and taboo topics but only when they're portrayed in a certain way is still censorship.

🔹 Wanting to ban or forbid media that you believe portrays a negative topic in a positive light, by glorifying, romanticizing, or fetishizing it is still censorship.

🔹 There is no objective metric to decide if a story is portraying a negative topic the 'right' way.

🔹 Just because a piece of fiction doesn't explicitly condemn or portray an evil action in a bad light in the text doesn't mean the author thinks its good or is trying to persuade the audience that it is good.

🔹 Survivors of trauma will not always write fiction about their trauma in a way that seems 'right' or 'normal' to you.

🔹 Banning fiction because it portrays dark, taboo topics in a way you consider gross or disgusting is still censorship.

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Pure/Neutral Sydney lowkey scarier than Corrupted Sydney

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shout out to three of my closest moots/friends who i recommended dol to and subsequently had a long, manic and obsessive day of just playing the game. love yall and also lmao