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based on this scene.

[ uncensored here :) ]

#WOW !!!!!!! #ur art <3

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i think corrupted sydney would love nicki minaj send ask

fellow barbz where u at

#im gonna throw up this is so funny #lovebug ; fraternum momentum #dol ; sydney

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yk the one

u guys know that pic of the girl straddling her friend to do her makeup? that's actually f!kylar and emira

#dol ; kylar #dol ; pc #dol art #dol pc #dol

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u guys know that pic of the girl straddling her friend to do her makeup? that's actually f!kylar and emira

#canonically #dol ; emira #dol ; kylar

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biblically accurate sydney

#dol art #dol #dol sydney #degrees of lewdity sydney #dol ; sydney #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #degrees of lewdity

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babygirl emira

#she is so cutesy #dol ; emira #dol art #dol pc #dol #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanart #degrees of lewdity pc

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angel my sweet summer child

#dol art #dol pc #dol ; angel #lovebug ; TIFFCORE #dol #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #tw eyestrain #tw ; eyestrain

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kylar unironically listening to creep by radiohead i fear

#lays in bed w whatever piecw of clothing he stil from pc only hrs before #dol ; kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #dol kylar

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oh look content

have some sketches n doodles I did 1-2 months ago that im never gonna finish lmao

my favorite is the Harper one, he's so goofy look at him

#they r so silly !!! silly itty bitty little guys #i love them !! #love bug ; PIP-N-CHIPS

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How long have you been drawing? I absolutely love your art! Your pc is adorable!!!

WAAA THANK U !!! <3

i've been drawing for a while :D prob since middle school ?? but i've been very on and off with it LOL i've been doing lots of tests lately w my style, it's a love hate relationship

and TY!!! she is actually just a delusional vers. of me it's insane LMAO

#dol has ignited a spark to draw again though it's insane #pumping out one piece after the next #lovebug ; ANON

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first encounters.

#dont say a thing abt the main background idk how to draw #i love how the background for emira turned out tho <3 #dol ; emira #dol : eden #dol pc #dol eden #degrees of lewdity eden #eden the hunter #dol fanart #degrees of lewdity

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that last ask made me remember this wip from when I was gonna draw a ref for his full body and then I just wanted to draw his tits out

#im hoing to be SICK #ph my god #ohhhhhhhh my godm #put a shirt on him he's gonna get cold!!!!!! #dol ; whitney #lovebug ; sugarsouffle

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any eden fuckers out there

i don't actually know if i think eden would look like this, i just have a thing for long hair LOL but i know this mf doesn't take care of that shit. uses 3-in-1 ykwim — will color tom prob 🫡 goodnight world

#fuck fact: on my first run eden grabbed me and it took me a WEEK to escape #and then i got trapped in a LOOP of being hunted by various woodland animals until i passed out #THEN i got trapped in a loop of beinf at the fucking ASYLUM and i was so stressed #i owed bailey so much money #my science project was due #i had NO interaction w ANYONE yet #and i had like 50 pounds and aome change to my name #i ended up restarting LOL #dol ; emira #dol ; eden #dol pc #dol art #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity fanart #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity eden #dol eden

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You're at the flats.

People haven't been answering when you knock. 1A, 2B, 3C. All of them, no responses.

You're at the last door on the 4th floor and have to take a second to admire your persistence, your hand already on the knocker, thumping once, twice.

No answer.

Something urges you to not step away. Rustling, then movement. Distant, then suddenly close. One latch goes, then another, until the door opens up, and you are face to face with a man that towers gently over you.

"Hello?" His voice is uncertain, his head flinching away from the strong light of the sun, is brown hair reflecting gold back to your eyes. He has glasses high on his nose, thick lenses and slim rims peering out at you from the crack in the door.

He seems tired, but greets you with a smile regardless.

"Oh! Hello." His words rush out of his mouth, and despite his expression, it feels like something is bothering him.

He doesn't have to worry. You'll make this quick.

"Need your house cleaned, sir? "Oh." His tone shifts, a squeak of surprise as he quickly scans the space behind him, cringing a little as he turns back to face you. "Eve! There's someone..." A few more dull thuds and Glasses backs away from the door as it swings open much wider.

The man that steps out is perhaps a good foot shorter, and his eyes dark like he were glaring down at you. His smile contrasts this, his hand sticking out in greeting. He has a button up on, his tie undone as though he just stepped inside the house. You take his hand in yours. "Good evening. Sorry about Sonny, he's just a little shy. What was it you needed?" Sonny seems to have slipped away in the time you weren't paying him attention. You repeat your question. Eve pretends to think about it.

"Sure." He smiles at how your shoulders visibly relax. "I have coffee on. You can start in the living room."

more information about eve/sonny beneath the cut:

Eve is the brains of the relationship, he's outgoing and charismatic, but that really hides his ego and his neurotic, manipulative tendencies. He doesn't smile often when he's not around Sonny, but he has a joyful disposition almost, and tries to be pleasant when around strangers.

Sonny is quiet, and really invested in his own interests. Eve, his art, and learning to better that craft and his relationship. He is generally a very happy looking guy, but is prone to nervousness or anxiety when Eve isn't around.

He also likes fishing, that's why they can also be found at the campgrounds.

Most PCs interest Eve. The meek, cooperative ones. Rowdy ones - with their little attitudes and need to be put into their place. Masochists that know how to take pain … a like minded sadist would be quite fun to play with as well.

Sonny is intrigued by Promiscuity/Exhibitionism. He's not very sexually outgoing himself so he'd be interested in finding a muse that is... Someone who could work him up to the things he'd like to try. He does a lot of watching on his own, but when him and Eve are together they have very district roles. Eve dictates and Sonny performs. 

Eve is generally pretty well known for being pleasant and/or generally helpful. Sonny is less well known in town, and doesn't really like leaving the house. He tends to be pressured outside by Eve, who reassures him that he'll have fun if he just relaxes.

Overall, PC’s level of devotion to their relationship can make it blossom in new ways,

or crash and burn.

#i want thwm #ugh #bangers by sol frfr #dol ; eve the charmer #dol ; sonny the artist #lovebug ; TIFFCORE

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yes !!!!!

Sam seems frantic.

You hear him before you see him, shouldering through the doors and nearly toppling you and your tray of drinks when he ushers into your space without warning. "The chef!" You quirk your eyebrow in confusion.

Sam elaborates:

"He needs an assistant. He insists. 'The brilliance of his work cannot be recognized without one'. His words, not mine." You only mull it over a second before Sam speaks again. "If you do good, maybe it'll become your permanent position." A potentially lucrative opportunity? Now he's speaking your language.

"Go! Hurry along. He should still be in the Kitchen!" You set your drinks down, put your tray with the rest, and step into the Chef's kitchen.

There's no one there. For a second at least. As your eyes scan quickly over the dishes stacked in the sink, wooden spoons lightly crusted over with white icy frosting, the pots and pans hung from hooks, whisks and bowls full of batter,

The chef enters from the back. He looks a bit older than you, but young enough that calling him your superior would feel strange. He nods at you, before looking over your clothes and smiling wide.

"So you're the newbie." You nod. "Name's Aster. And you are...?"

You tell him.

"Alright. First things first, Newbie. Your clothes-" He wags his finger. "-won't do. Let's get you your chef's apron." He plucks one off the rack and you hold your hands out, which Aster regards with a strange expression.

"What?"

"You'll get too stuffy in all those layers. The oven gets real hot, y'know?" Your heart flutters when you realize what he's implying.

Do you take off your clothes?

> Yes > No

more info on aster below the cut!

Aster The Chef - The Baker

Aster’s relaxed demeanor and calm expressions make it easier to reassure PC that everything is fine. They ought to have nothing to worry about - as  Aster’s kitchen only really has one rule.

His word is law. If he needs you to go get ingredients on your own dime, you do it. Cleaning stations, keeping Sam out of his work space, and of course, giving up your highly valuable fluids for special … experimentation. Aster is at the height of his popularity! The only way to keep it up was to continue pushing the envelope. 

It starts with the desires of the consumers. Their carnal obsessions. He’s feeding the people what they love. Surely the PC can see that? See him and support him?

After all, PC is integral in this process. In fact, as long they comply with his whims, he is more inclined to stay nice. He has high expectations of PC though -  after all, Sam himself recommended them. It would do well for them to learn to work under pressure.

Though Aster doesn’t prefer rough methods, don’t think he won’t raise a hand to insubordinates or unnecessary sass. 

Aster is intrigued by submissive and passive PCs, interested in getting them to comply with his increasingly intense demands, and to find ways to stretch themselves thin enough to meet his quotas. He also has an affinity for the transformations of his assistance, the more exotic, the better their samples taste, after all.

Aster is not immune to brute force, however. A large frame? High physique? Can of pepper spray? He may prove to be more pliable than one would initially think.

#posted 2 wrong acc oopsie #ASTER !! !<3 <3 #dol ; aster the baker #lovebug ; TIFFCORE

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do you like scary movies?

#worst duo me thinks #dol ; kylar #dol ; whitney #dol #dol art #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity fanart #degrees of lewdity whitney #tw eyestrain #maybe? idk just in case #tw ; eyestrain

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emira remembers her falling out with sydney clear as day.

almost three years ago, after coming back from a church event the two had been so excited to attend – until one of the temple leaders, one of her ‘brother’s, a devoted follower of the church, put his hands on her.

and before, it easy to separate the scummy-ness of the town from her religion. easy, because she had that outlet, that tiny bit of hope that someone may be looking out for her. a higher power? an unknown diety? someone, surely, had her back and she felt it when she prayed at night; when she shared her worship with sydney at the temple.

but after that day, her views on it all seemed to change. the world shifted in a way she could never explain if asked. sydney maybe realized too late, when emira stopped taking them up on their invites back to the temple, avoiding the church like the plague, avoiding them as if somehow, some way, they could be tied to it.

it was almost admirable how long she’d been able to slip away after school into the crowd, knowing sydney would be hot on her heels if she wasn’t quick enough, but sydney isn’t stupid. not in the least bit.

they caught her while she was leaving through the back courtyard of the school, hands on their hips and disappointment clear in their expression; like a parent, ready to scold their child.

“you’ve been avoiding me.” a statement, not a question. one emira sees no point in addressing since it’s clear she’s been caught red-handed.

still, she avoids their gaze. [ - - trust ]

“why.” sydney presses and the way they step forward, desperate for answers is nothing like she’d imagine her best friend of six odd years to treat the situation. she’d expected, hoped even, that she could become a blur in sydney’s memories. someone faded into the background as she always has.

god would never be so kind.

so she answers with her explanation, words bitter on her tongue as she recounts the events. until tears well in her eyes and sydney looks conflicted; hands clenching and unclenching as if they want to say something but they can't seem to find the proper words.

and as she finishes, the tears spill over her cheeks and sydney finally steps forward to brush them away, pulling her into a hug that holds no comfort as they say, “god must have a reason for this.”

the words hurt and burn and sting in a way that emira can’t describe – in a way that leaves her lashing out against them, shoving them away with a frown, “no good god should ever allow something like that to happen.”

sydney mimics her frown with furrowed brows, “but god is–”

“nothing.” emira wipes at her fast hastily, jaw clenched tight, “if there is a god, he is cruel and unjust and- and-”

a low whistle to the right of her leaves her floundering for words, eyes snapping to the new presence.

and of course, because god is cruel and unjust (and whatever else she was to add, she’s sure), whitney stands mockingly to their sides, hands shoved in their pockets with a sharp grin.

“trouble in paradise?” they guess, leaning back and nudging one of their friends with their elbow, “bet ya sydney the saint said they don’t wan’a sleep with a slut like her.”

despite the words being addressed to their friend, whitney’s eyes rake over emira’s form. [ + lust ]

her cheeks flare at the words, turning on her heel without another word instead of dignifying them with a response. sydney, though the wound of the argument is still fresh, calls out after her, to which they get no reply.

whitney throws their arm over sydney’s shoulder, pulling them in close with a snicker, “don’t worry ‘bout ‘em. i’m sure you’d hate sloppy seconds, anyways.”

then they push sydney away by the side of their head, laughing as they leave with their group in tow.

and because god is cruel, sydney remembers it just as well.

#they were friends pt 2 :( #emira lore !!!! #dol ; emira #dol ; sydney #dol pc #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity sydney