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As you're about to head in and get changed for swimming class, you notice a commotion. A group is blocking the doorway of the girls' changing rooms. In front of them is a shaggy, blonde-haired figure who dons a slightly scuffed boys' school uniform. They seem to be one of the orphans, but you haven't talked to them before. They stand impassively at the band of girls blocking their path.

"We've told you before that you can't come in here," one girl says. "Not until you ditch that weird getup, anyway. You'll make us uncomfortable."

"I bet dressing like that gets you wet, huh? Or hard," another girl giggles. Barks of laughter can be heard further back in the changing room.

"God knows what's going on down there," the first girl smirks. "But I suppose we can let you in so long as we get proof. Show us your quim."

It happens so fast you're not even sure if it's real. The blonde figure takes a step to the leader of the girls, and throws a punch to her face. A defeating 'thwop!' and 'crack! ' can be heard as she falls to the floor. A tall girl reaches for the blonde, but they grab her by the collar and give her a swift kick to the shin. As the tall girl hisses in pain, the figure continues their onslaught and headbutts her. As the second girl crumples to the floor in pain, they turn to the rest of the girls, who inch further and further away. (+Stress)

"You fuckers know damn well that I have a right to be there, the same as you do," the blonde says. This voice is rough and impassioned, full of malice. "I wasn't even going to fucking change there, anyway. I left something in my locker. Will you let me in or will I have to do this the hard way?"

There's no more protest. The girls all but melt away in fright as the violent figure stalks into the room. As they do that, though, they throws a backwards glance to the crowd that's formed in front of the changing rooms, and makes brief eye contact with you. There's something in her eyes that makes you recoil in fear. (+Stress) The door closes behind them, and the whole episode is over.

You've met Angel the Vengeful. Seems to be a pretty colorful character, from the looks of it. You'll probably run into her soon enough.

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how did egg end up in the beautiful town of rapecestershire? is he locally grown or just really unfortunate to end up in the UK?

Egg was born and raised there! Granted, he wasn't raised with other kids so when he first started going to the public schools he had to change his vocab and mannerisms (he was picked on relentlessly the first couple years for being "boring" and "old man-ish.")

And because of that, Egg doesn't really know of or acknowledge the rapey-ness of Rapecestershire. He really just kinda thinks the town's a bit odd, and that there's probably some giant BDSM ring somewhere that attracts particularly rough horny people to the town. Egg is sheltered rather heavily, though not through religious means like Sydney (Egg has basically nothing to do with the temple or cult)

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tagged u so you'd know when i posted ur request lmao. I love it when Kylar's on the bottom. wish they didn't fight it so much in-game like just let me pamper u bbygirl. anyways it seems my dice yearn for trans men rn

Thanks for participating in my ask event! When a fic contains the PC as a main character, the PC will exclusively be referred to as "you," except from other characters, who will refer to the PC by their gender or some other defining characteristic. :) Brings me back to my "x reader" fic days. ahhh what nostalgia

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Kylar gets railed into oblivion

Prompt: Kylar x PC (Smut) / CW: kidnapping, dubcon (not really), breeding kink, PC = evil-type crazy, babytrapping but they both want to babytrap the other so uh? - Kylar = AFAB & male, PC = AMAB & GN ((mostly) dice rolls) + bonus F! Sydney, M! Whitney, and M! Robin (only mentioned)

Welcomed Payback

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

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dragon pc origin story

dragon pc villain origin story

quick (relatively important) announcement

i uh. won't have the time to draw anything for this account for a while

long story short; I go to anime conventions in cosplays that I make myself, and I've got a couple coming up. I'm even a vendor at one of them, and I need to devote basically all my waking moments to sewing and putting together some stock to sell.

so i won't be back to drawing DoL art until early July at the best

i'll still be on Tumblr n whatnot ofc,, just. can't draw anything for my beloved sideblog

Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

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first sneak peek at the dragon PC and Kylar comic

in the very low res, very sketchy stage rn but i'd got like 1/3 of the intro panels done it will be very long, probably and it will also be a proper webcomic, so when I finish it I'll be posting it on a comic site and just showing u guys the link lmao

Was thinking about Robin while watching Roblox car crash comps earlier and thought wow he could make a career out of this