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My skinny scientist guy of choice

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photo study with syd <3

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i'm not "undiagnosed" i'm largely headcanoned as neurodivergent but with no confirmation in canon. i hear a showrunner said something at a panel last year but it hasnt been leaked on youtube yet.

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“our ocs should kiss” “our ocs on a double date” i think our ocs should try to kill each other

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it smiles.

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one last time

Acolyte/Initiate or basically just Ivory Wraith (Acolyte) /GN!Reader (Initiate)

Warnings: Major Character Death

Note: contains possibly outdated info about the Ivory Wraith !!! i wrote this last year...or last last year T__T and just remembered to upload this again (before i forget once more (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) ) (i haven't played dol in a long time too) (so this is heavily outdated)

The initiate laid onto the ground, breathing shallow, remaining onto the marble grounds of the temple’s lowest floor; a ritual held. Numbness alongside ache, as countless deeds were done all for the ritual, being unable to count them all. Stretching the capabilities of the human body. They blinked, then opened their eyes, then closed once more undecided to simply drift to a never ending peace or to remain in this strange sense of melancholy a bit longer.

Of the life they’ve had before, of the memories shared with…their brows scrunched, in newfound wonder, “What happened to the acolyte?”

The acolyte’s tearful gaze and screams reflecting onto their pale form, of being the one to be taken away instead of them repeating all across their brain. “I couldn’t even say goodbye,” the initiate mumbled, coughing as they struggled to properly speak. A tinge of purple all seen across the temple’s lower grounds, the purple lichen seen. Demonstrating the strange relationship of algae and fungi, as it grazes upon their collapsed body. The temple now slowly filled with water as it continued to seep in.

A wry smile formed, this was the end. This was the end. As the water continued to rise, their body remaining unmoving, they closed their eyes as tears began to flow, hoping to chase the peace faster, to not experience the loss of breath one may feel when drowned into water.

As the water filled more and more—they opened their eyes one last time, widened. The figure in front all-familiar; in wonder, in glee, in a strange sense of sickness. Something’s wrong, the initiate knew something was wrong. Something was off, the acolyte’s pale figure looked on, with a sense of tranquilness seen. A soft vacant smile was seen, as they held the initiate close. And closer. Leaning into their ears, they whispered, a sense of wrongness flooding into the initiate’s senses.

This wasn’t their acolyte.

“One last time,” the acolyte speaks, in a tone unlike before, as they lean into the initiate’s face with their lips meeting. Unable to react, nor properly feel anything, yet the kiss making them feel a strange sense of longing from the other. Or what they presume to be, it was something they’ve never known before. A strange sense of hunger. Of something, that can’t be placed into words.

A kiss, something that they’ve never done before. Yet enough to make a strange calm take over.

The acolyte speaks once more as the initiate’s eyes begin to droop. Feeling the weight of the water, the abuse, and the limits take its toll on their body, feeling the acolyte’s tender hold.

“Until next time.”

With words sounding close to a promise,

The initiate soon drifts off into peace.

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he is veryy dear to me....(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ my sheylaaa.... (/ref) (holds in hands gemtly)

hiii ii. I love ariies so much (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ !!!! so cute...one chance .....

(puts on the nerd glasses) they reminded me of the character in the music video of crime and punishment (reloaded) by deco*27 (sang by hatsune miku) so ive been giggling twirling my hair while listening to it

the mv: https://youtu.be/iD3oF5HkPms?si=mZbwaPcUnBMfBylo !!!!!!! so moe

OUGH... i love crime and punishment so much ;_; i was obsessed with it when i was a kid it's such a good fcking song. (AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR ARIES LOVE !!)

there's definitely a feeling of like. fumbling with my hands. i do honestly think if aries had the choice he would just be celibate his whole life. he has a very jaded view on sexuality and romance and if it were up to him i could see him shutting himself off from other people entirely.

BUT because harper's been so completely drilled into that corner of his mind, pretty much all of that energy is focused on him. he's really the only person aries could imagine ever being intimate with at this point, because despite being close to sydney, he isn't promised to him, nor would he pursue that (some small part of him thinks sydney deserves someone who isn't on a mission that could get them killed)

so that corrupted part of him sits there and goes. okay well if harper doesn't love me, doesn't want to take me, stops having any interest in me. what reason is there for me to exist as i am. the only reason it can continue existing in a mind so intensely focused on its destruction is because harper is still there and showing him affection and seeking him out.

this is all to say i love this choice of song and you have my full endorsement in associating it with him :3

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SHE'S FINISHED this is plum :) birdie girl who's soft and sweet when she wants to be, but be warned. she can and will peck

has no particular goals with her life at current; she does well in school and is somewhat popular, but in general seems sort of aimless and lost. will sometimes be found on the highest point right outside of town, just staring and wondering. the type to need someone else to give her direction, though she's a touch stubborn at first. treat her niceys and give her a soft guiding hand though and she will be putty in your palms <3

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I NEVER GFOT TO POSTT THE FIC (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

i-i'm back....(⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) i can't believe it's almost been a year T-T...

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RAAAAAAH HOME FROM WORK WHICH MEANS DOL NPC TIME

this is canto! they're a musician who moved to danube street recently and can be randomly encountered while knocking on doors. :) after that point, their house is unlocked and you can visit them to take either piano or violin lessons once a day!

they LOVE heaping praise on pc for their improvements as they take more lessons. doting and headpats and the like. pc has the option to push them away (-love -lust), remain professional (+love), or to lean into the praise (+love +lust)

their unique stat is euphoria, which increases as the pc's musical skill improves and they continue to work alongside canto on a regular basis. it deteriorates naturally the longer you go without visiting them, but there's no consequence to keeping it low. rather, having it high will unlock new events, which are under the cut >:]

once canto's euphoria reaches at least 50% and the pc's musical skill is high enough, they'll request that pc play a particular piece with them. specifically, this is a piece of music known to cause madness in both those who play and listen to it. they haven't found anyone willing to perform it with them, but they believe the pc has the skill and potential to perform it alongside them. :)

if pc refuses, canto is disappointed but understanding. their euphoria will drop substantially and stop increasing, but their love and lust will remain the same (they won't hold it against you!). however, this opens an option to ask them about it again every time you visit them for a lesson :)

if pc agrees, or asks about it again later on, canto will be ELATED and immediately begin making preparations. if pc is skilled in both the violin and the piano, canto will ask which part they prefer: the calmer violin, or the more erratic piano. otherwise, their role will default to whichever skill meets the threshold.

this requires basically 0 trauma and very high willpower to complete, because canto is NOT lying! continuing to play the piece alongside them will steadily increase trauma. succeeding in willpower checks will slow the increase, but failing them will make it even worse.

if the pc reaches max trauma while performing, they will collapse, and canto will take them to their bedroom to recover, apologizing profusely for putting them in such danger. however, pc won't remember anything that happened during the performance, their trauma having been reverted to where it was before it started. (it's a skill check babey!)

however, canto will not let you try again, meaning that you only have one chance to do this right, because they are NOT risking your life and your sanity again.

if you succeed, however, canto's euphoria is completely maxed out, and you get a very substantial gain in both love and lust. they thank you repeatedly and breathlessly for joining them on this journey, asking if you'd like anything in return for your help. if your promiscuity is high enough, this is the first time you can engage in a consensual encounter with them :) otherwise you can just say that the experience alone was enough of a reward. this will also lower the hard world corruption by 1!

after this, you have the option to play a maddening piece with canto whenever you want. each time you do, the willpower checks needed become less strict, and the trauma gain slows, eventually crawling to an insignificant amount altogether. you can repeat this once a day to have another consensual encounter with them! this will also lower the soft world corruption by 1 each time.

if you reach max trauma while playing these pieces, canto will take you to their bedroom to recover, and you'll have to wait a week to try again. they won't completely lock you out, but they're worried about you!

however, if you fail while canto's euphoria is at 100% and your love is high enough. :)

when these conditions are met, canto will take your screams as a part of the piece itself. they will not help you, instead continuing to play their part of the piece, feverishly and mindlessly. you can either choose to do a willpower check in order to pull yourself together, or you can continue to let out your screams and cries.

if you succeed in pulling yourself together, you shake some sense into canto as well. they shake their head, confused and startled by themself. at this point, you can either comfort them or leave. if you leave, you will dismiss them, as they isolate themself in their home and refuse to let you in, for fear of hurting you.

if you comfort them, they'll recover, but they will refuse to play the maddening pieces again, their euphoria back at 0. you'll have to increase it to at least 50% again for them to feel confident enough to try again.

if you fail or let yourself go during the performance, the piece will continue, searing itself into both of your minds. and THIS is how you get their soft bad end. :)

from this point on, canto will keep you in their home indefinitely, effectively mindbroken by the piece and wanting you to be their accompaniment in playing it over and over—not with your instrument, but with your voice.

each day, they'll play it for you again. you can either give in, allowing the music to bore into your psyche and bring out your voice again, or you can resist, gradually reducing your trauma and increasing your control of the situation.

if you cooperate, each piece will increase the soft world corruption by 1. however, canto will dote on you even more than they did before, giving you decadent meals and clothing and anything you could ask for, praising you as their prized instrument. when cooperating with canto, you also have the option to initiate a consensual encounter twice a day, with canto being much more sadomasochistic than they typically are otherwise. they love you so much and want to hear more and more of your melodic voice <3

the more you cooperate, the more you develop stockholm syndrome and begin believing yourself to truly be canto's instrument. after this point, canto will trust you enough to go out (much like eden) and you'll be able to leave and come back as you wish. however, the longer you stay away without hearing the piece again, the more your trauma increases, until you're forced to return and listen to canto play again.

as time goes on, canto will also have the chance to do various things to or with you: writing sheet music on your body, sitting you down to brush your hair while they hum, bathing with you, all sorts of fun stuff :)

if you resist, however, canto will grow frustrated and manic, eventually lashing out in a nonconsensual encounter in order to bring out your voice. if you lose, either by maxing out your lust or your trauma, canto will succeed in getting you to scream and cry, thus increasing your trauma again and repeating the cycle. a frustrated canto will act much more violently, carving sheet music into your flesh and forcing you to become exactly what their symphony needs.

if you win, you have a chance to escape, either by breaking through a window (++pain) or by the front door. it's much easier with more control/less trauma, because rather than chasing you, canto will begin to play the piece again, and if you collapse, you'll fail to escape.

if you escape, canto's home will be locked for a week. when you return, they will be incredibly ashamed of themself, and you will have the opportunity to dismiss them again. however, if you forgive them, however, they'll be incredibly grateful for your mercy. at this point, you can continue your lessons, their euphoria at 0 once more.

OTHERWISE!!

generally, you can only visit canto during the day. however, if you happen to go to their house on a blood moon while they have high euphoria, they will offer to play a piece for you that's said to calm the dead.

if you say yes, they'll play a haunting melody that seems to claw at your mind, making you feel as though you're sinking into the deep. visions of the dark, of painful wails, of fear and agony and despair... in exchange for a fair amount of trauma gain, the ivory wraith will be calmed during this blood moon, which makes going to the forest to remove ear slimes much easier.

if you say no, you can instead stay at canto's mansion until sunrise, listening to them play normal music instead, which lowers trauma :)

[yaelibex]

I don't think Bailey has a daddy kink. He'd throw up if you called him that and he'd backhand you across the room. I think briar is mommy kink in a mother way but only if you want mummy issues. Harper wants to be both a creepy uncle and a little brother to you. Wren is happy to be here.

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i-i'm back....(⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) i can't believe it's almost been a year T-T...

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vile affection

concept: in which your guardian angel wishes nothing but misfortune for you—just to keep you. —momster

—a/n: well no one asked for a concept and I wanna post smth so here it is!! enjoyyyyy~

side note, i tried to be vague on what religion this story is referencing to so you yourself can implement your preferred beliefs, but unfortunately, catholicism still carried some weights in this one. sorry!! i tried my best dlfkfsdl

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied loved one(s) death(s), implied killing, heavy religious themes, grief, horror, body horror, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the guardian angel / the angel, the (unfortunate) priest

A piercing wail erupted from the depths of your throat as you crumbled to the floor, shrieking into your phone, “No, no, nonono! No!”

Not another one…!

Sobs wracked your body so hard the sounds emerged as tiny high-pitched squeaks. Tears blurred your vision to near blindness, distorting the colors into blobs of grey. Your breaths came so harshly they scorched your lungs.

Curling into a ball, you lost control and hyperventilated. With wild abandon, you pounded your fist on the cold tiled floor and released inhuman cries of agony. Something throbbed where your knuckles had split open, staining the hard ceramic surface with your blood, yet you felt nothing. Numbness drenched the overwhelming misery and panic, and your world creased its spinning.

They were gone—every single one of them.

Distantly, a voice, laced with sympathy, pleaded with you not to hang up the phone. Without hesitation, your battered hand moved on its own accord to end the call. You sat there, head between your knees, as you let the device to slip away to clatter and crack against the floor.

Now, there was nothing left, nothing but the hollowing emptiness that gaped deep within your pounding chest, where the love of your life had once filled and kept it warm. Memories of their smiles faded as tears stung your swollen eyes. Wheezing sobs continued to fill the room, oblivious to a strange distortion perching on your bowed back to comfort you.

The funeral was a somber affair, a closed-casket viewing attended by strangers. You remained quiet throughout the priest’s recitation of the psalms, disregarding the whispered condolences offered your way. It took every ounce of your strength not to jump into that casket and howl your grief.

“Poor thing…” one attendant murmured to another, “this makes it the fifth loss in this year alone, doesn’t it?”

The other attendant responded sympathetically, stealing a brief glance in your direction. Anger flared within you, only to fade just as quickly when you felt something brush against your bare neck; feather-soft, cold and intangible. You tensed.

This was not the first time you had experienced these strange sensations—these invisible touches. At times, it would gently trace down your skin, soothing like a caress on the back of your hand, or enveloping you like an embrace around your waist. But, it always felt as though it was petting you with a sharp, scalpel-like claw, sharp and unyielding. These sensations left behind only cold goosebumps and an increasing sense that something was extremely wrong.

Once, you thought it might be the ghost of your loved one—but even you knew such possibilities were ludicrous. It could be your mind breaking apart under the weight of so many consecutive tragedies; less than a year felt like a lifetime of pain. And, by certain, their touches had never felt so���disgusting and inhuman.

There were moments where the hairs on the back of your neck bristled and you heard the faint disembodied crooning, words too indistinct for you to understand. Yet, it vaguely resembled a demonic chorus, singing some eerie song. The lingering echoes, you thought, was just an auditory hallucinations brought on by intense grief.

The phenomena worsened each loss you suffered though. These unseen presences grew more persistent and suffocating, clinging to you like a shroud of darkness. Your instincts would scream at you to flee—but how could you escape from something you don’t even know was there?

Rubbing unconsciously where the invisible entity touched you, you remained in your seat, fixated on the casket. As you waited for the priest to conclude his prayer for the departed soul’s safe passage to the afterlife, you lifelessly watched mourners rising from their seats to form a line to pay their respects.

Your mind was numbed by both exhaustion and sorrow to even count them all.

After the attendants withdrew for the impending burial, the priest motioned for you to join him. A gentle—yet strangely tight smile formed on his lips, as he spoke, “Would you mind returning here after the burial? I’d like a word with you.”

You furrowed your brows at the priest's unusual request but nodded, your agreement barely audible. Whatever he had to say couldn’t possibly be more harrowing than the lonely hell you were enduring. Quietly, you promised to return.

After the burial, once the guests departed for the wake, you found yourself alone in the cemetery. An ache gnawed at your heart as you forced yourself to walk back to the ever-looming church. As soon as you stepped inside the holy building, something strange caught the corner of your eyes.

Startled, you pivoted to see what it was.

But, there was nothing there, just the endless rows of gravestones scattered across the green grass. Your muscles taut with unease, you shook your head and drew a deep, heavy breath. Your sanity was fraying to a snapping point, you thought to yourself.

The weighty doors thudded shut behind you, the sound reverberating thunderously throughout the silent sanctuary, nearly jumping you out of your skin. Following the abrupt noise, you heard a voice beckoning you to follow, as the priest shuffled his feet down the aisle.

You couldn’t help but to notice the nervousness in his steps.

Closing the distance between you, he ushered you past the archway and toward the altar of the church’s fallen deity. Lightheaded and worried at the haste and anxiety he displayed, you allowed him to lead you to a room in the rear of the sanctuary. Rashly, he locked the door behind you and stood there stiffly, pressing his ear against the wooden surface.

“Father…?” You glanced at him, fear swelling up at his odd behavior.

His shoulders tensed upon your hesitant voice and he turned to face you, his eyes filled with unmasked horror. Swiftly, the priest made a sign of the cross and whispered a prayer. With a shuddering sigh, he returned his attention to you.

Before you could open your mouth to demand an explanation, he cut in with urgency.

“Tell me, my child, what do you know of the guardian angel?”

Perplexed, you blinked until his urgent words seeped into your mind. Swallowing thickly, you replied in a hoarse voice, stifling the swelling grief in your breast, “They are meant to protect and to guide you in the times of strife and tribulations.”

He fell silent for a moment, then parted his trembling lips, “Then tell me, my child, why has yours only destroyed? Why did it regard you with such a perverse gaze?”

“I…what?” You gaped, a cracked laughter escaping your lips in an unhinged melody.

Had this man lost his mind?

What could he possibly mean? How could this man assume that the loss of your family was the work of divine beings? How ridiculous—

But upon the stern and fearful look in his eyes, disbelief constricted in the pit of your stomach. An overwhelming urge to flee coursed through your nerves, propelling your legs toward the bolted door. You were disrupted by a sudden yank on the collar of your shirt.

An inexplicable dread settled beneath your skin, as the priest forcefully dragged you backward with unexpected strength. Before you could voice your frustration and demand an explanation, the door buckled.

The wood splintered and the shrieks of a demon reverberated.

A scream pierced the air, laden with terror—but you couldn’t discern whose voice it belonged to. Was it your own? Or was it the priest’s? You remained uncertain, as you transfixed by the sight of something great and dreadful emerging from the sundered door.

An angel.

Except, to you, it was not.

Trenched in crimson, the mangled remains of rotten bodies hung from its many jagged wings. Countless eyes turned toward you, each radiating with worship and desire. A seam split on its featureless face, forming a broken maw that drooled with hunger. Its tongue, as dark as oil, swept away the spattered blood on its pure white skin.

Numerous arms reached out for you, each finger tipped with claws, glistening with something pungent. Its resonant voice echoed your name, tainted with the same twisted desire mirrored in their manic eyes. It repeated those three words, like a disturbing hymn.

I love you.

Blood roared in your ears and fear seeped through your body, paralyzing you. You couldn’t move, your vision obscured by a sudden cascade of tears. Disgust churned within you, sickening you to your very core.

You couldn’t even discern the abrupt swing of one of its arms, releasing the lifeless body from its monstrous sword, as the abomination closed in. A flurry of limbs encircled your shivering form, some caressing while others coiled around your spine.

Its’ many eyes blinked at you and its rotting wings fluttered, its grinning face lovingly nuzzled yours. Against your ear, it moaned its proclamation.

I love you.

The slithering tongue smeared across your lips in a parody of kisses. Your skin crawled at the way it touched you, its embrace suffocating, yet sickeningly gentle. Its affection for you was vile. Unwanted.

Your hands beat its armor weakly, attempting to fend it off, and its crooning changed into something sharp and incensed. Snarling, frustrated that it was unable to indulge itself into its unholy pleasure with you, it grabbed your hands and held them tightly.

Sobbing, you knew you would never be able to escape. Desperate to appease it, your voice rasped out from your dry throat,

“I…love…you…too.”

Its painful clenches softened upon your trembling words.

Love swelled within those golden irises.

—end

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also hnfgfmfmgg deepthroating Harper 👌👌👌

that is all

PLEASE I NEED TO SUCK THEIR DICK

if i remember something their oral virginity quote is something like "Say ahh" so im just imagining them looking down at you with an innocent smile before easing their full length into your throat with no warning and telling you how good youre doing taking it all (even if youre choking with their pelvis pushed tight against your face).

and to add on to the last ask they definitely pull out to cum on your face

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Ma'am can I offer myself as a sacrifice to alter boy . He got me acting unwise.

-pastel lord

"Volunteers are always welcome!"

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i am here to say that it is only partially false, vrel kinda said this and it could be misinterpreted

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letting Jordan get all the pent up thoughts and temptations out by railing you until the both of you cant breathe 🤤😩

oh god imagine him whining and begging to lwp him keep going, sobbing because it feels so good and just fjenfidnfjdbdhxb

id let my gf do that to me lmaoooo

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NOD NOD

The image of Jordan sobbing out pleas in between moans as he thrusts into you, he can't stop once he's started. It's hard to breathe but he keeps going and going.

(He was gentle, more timid, at first. But you've awoken something primal in him and he can't stop, he needs more and more and more and this is what he's feared, ever since your first touch. You've shown him sin and now he can never go back. He's not even sure what's worse, that or the fact that he's not sure if he even wants to go back. You've ruined him. And he doesn't know whether to hate you or to be thankful for it.)

Your skin is wet with tears but they don't belong to you. Shakey lips pepper your own with kisses- not out of passion, but of grief, guilt. They're apologies. It's your fault he's like this, he knows that, but his will wasn't strong enough, he didn't fight back hard enough. You found his weaknesses and took advantage, but it's his fault for having a weakness in the first place.

The guilt never washes away, no matter how many times you've sinned together, that's a part of him you could never hope to change. But there are moments where it vanishes from view, just for a moment, and all that's there is you and him, sweaty and all.

Being free, being human. Something I don't think Jordan allows himself to be.