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digenerate-trash · 2 hours

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#adopted au #trash draws #pc clove #robin the orphan

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digenerate-trash · 18 hours

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That’s when Sydney realized inf lover glitch

Eat 40% and wait for the next one to spawn repeat process and get a bunch of PC’s and watch them all get confused it just becomes that one spider man meme

“I’M THE REAL [insert name here]”

“NO I’M THE REAL [insert name here]”

“I’M THE REAL [insert name here] YOU BOTH ARE FAKE”

I'm afraid of the multi spawn pc glitch. I do not like it

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digenerate-trash · 1 day

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April fools anon dead

2023?-2024

ill miss them. rip.

maybe ill take up a hobby

perhaps necromancy

#asks #april fools anon

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digenerate-trash · 1 day

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The next asker is me… wait too late NOOO 💀

Trash tell my wife… I want a divorce 😔

please dot put me in the middle of another divorce!

#asks

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digenerate-trash · 1 day

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Arts a lil old but I have um some guys for you,, i hope u enjoy,,,,,

i originally wanted to finish my jordan design + my design for the initiate robe + maybe the choir robe so I could post it all together but that would have meant not being able to talk about these fuckers as much so... yeah.

I'm not 100% on how Catherine came out but I can work on her,,, ANYWAY- MY CLERGY CREEPS

Lawrence the Archivist and Catherine the Exorcist!!!! Info about them under the cut

I do a lot of stuff at the temple with my OCs, so I figured it'd be fun to start making a couple FREAKS to inhabit that place with, so I have more personalised horrors to subject lil guys to... ALSO because it's fun to just write an absolute piece of shit. That too.

Lawrence's deal is that on the surface, he's a kind person that you are Safe around. Initiates like him, he sometimes does some tutoring when he's not busy with his other work, he'll even help initiates out of Sticky Situations with other members of the temple! He's a nice, sleepy man that looks after scrolls and books! However, under that, he is just as disgusting as most of the others. He just targets people he considers too oblivious/pure/otherwise innocent to Realise what he's doing (I think gameplay-wise as an NPC, he'd target players with high purity or low awareness) ,,, BASICALLY he's a pathetic little man that needs so so so badly to be liked, so he doesn't want to be caught, but. Not badly enough to just not molest people.

Catherine meanwhile is Openly Terrifying! Her job basically involves various forms of purification, including Exorcisms and Punishing People Who Break Their Vows. Also looking after the temple-sanctioned weaponry. I think people avoid her, because she's kind of giving off constant bad vibes lmao. Thinks a lil highly of herself. She is Pure and Moral and Better Than Other People. She is also stubborn in this belief! So when she starts having lustful thoughts about people, obviously she can't be to blame for that! It just means whoever that is, they are Evil and Tempting Her! Better vent her sadistic tendencies onto them about it. Weirdly, when she does snap and do a rape and get what she actually wants though, she tends to change her tune and start babbling weird praise at her victim out of seemingly nowhere. Essentially, she is SOOOO gross and pathetic. I think as an in-game NPC, she'd react to your allure, but she'd have different flavour text depending on your Grace and Purity. Also might torture some demons...

#gonna chew on em #cant stop me #hehehehehehehehheehehhehhe #othes

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digenerate-trash · 1 day

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Imagine, if Syd cannibalized PC in the Forgotten AU, he's sure he ate them all, he didn't even share them to anyone only to himself.

and then PC coming back to their faction like nothing ever happened.

fully intact, body free from his cuts, alive, smiling, and well

Sydney didn't know how to react or what to feel, happy? surprised? confused? frightened?

but all he knows is that they are back, and back for him they are.

"Sydney? is something wrong?"

that's right folks this is a Tomie kind of PC that revives even after death in this au hahrhehrhegr

(feel free to ignore this i love indulging myself in your au)

save me "consuming your lover because you can't bare to be to separate people anymore"

#forgotten au #sydney the faithful

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digenerate-trash · 1 day

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Finnaly redraw that one thing I've been ignoring!!!

Bonus squish and original

#trash draws #pc clove #saphic this timw #clove gets all the bitches #if you look closely you can see her dick #also yes cloves cum is pink. dont come at me

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digenerate-trash · 2 days

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In the forgotten au, how're the farms holding up? Safe from the destruction? All out farmer war?

I think remy and Alex are safe. Though remember is having a break down and Alex hasn't noticed

#forgotten au

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digenerate-trash · 2 days

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ANOTHER EZ CULT LEADER KYLAR W!!!!!

okay, im so sorry I didn't post this. but thanks to Kuu yall have it now. get ready folks GN kylar | GN PC

Lambs- that's what you were called. Hand-picked and carefully groomed specifically as a sacrifice for your dear messiah.

Doctrine was fed to you so carefully so that when you met your God you knew how to greet them. They say that being sacrificed is an honor. Only a few people ever get to see their God up close and as a lamb, you have the best view of them all.

Though as a lamb you have a charmed yet short life. People watch over you every step of the way. You’re fed only the best fruit, faithful decibels bathe you in flowers and scented oils. You are dressed and cleaned every day and when you have spare time you read your scripture. And sure the idea of death looming over you every day is a bit frightening, but as a lamb it's your job. You keep the church alive. You're a gift to your God. In a few short days, you'll be on an altar. Ready to face your carefully planned out fate.

Though lately in the dead of night, you hear a whispering. It's been indecipherable muttering so far. But tonight is different. Tonight it's louder and accusatory as it whispers to you

"I feel doubt"

The voice says. It scratches at your mind it makes the room darker when you hear it. You squirm a bit and shut your eyes tighter. Ignore it. Ignore the whispers they aren't real.

"Do you doubt your God?"

The voice murmurs. You swear you can feel its cold breath on your ear. You shake your head and curl up tighter. If you don't look it's not there.

It leans over you. You can feel its presence. A cold tongue glides across your jaw to your ear.

"You taste like fear little lamb..."

The thing says, its body hovering over you.

Finally, you look up at the figure. In the dark, it's hard to see but it just looks like the silhouette of a man... and a small man at that. Still. An intruder is in your room. You scream so loudly you're sure everyone in the temple has been woken up. Several people storm your room, still in night clothes, they try to comfort you. Youre check over carefully- and when nothing is wrong with your person they start to check over the room, some Decibles comfort you while others look for any signs of an intruder. You feel so terrible but you're reassured and taken care of until you feel safe again…

You are watched for the entire day. Constantly asked if you feel off or scared in any way- you are uneasy, but you shake your head. You insist it was just a nightmare.

But night falls and you're back in your room. You curl up and try to sleep but the voice is back. Mumering at first like always until you feel its weight on you, you look up at the figure again. Even as it says words too quietly for you to understand.

You try to scream again but something covers your mouth. It's wet and heavy... you don't even want to think of what it could be. Still, the figure looks down at you. No eyes. Just a dark figure with icy breath.

"Do you hate your God?"

The thing asks. it straddles your hips. You feel its cold hands reach under your robes to touch your stomach. Claws at the ends of each finger dig into your plush stomach. You shake your head since you can't speak but the thing leans over you pressing its weight into you. The ominous figure digs its claws deeper into your stomach scratching downwards.

You haven't felt pain in so long that even the slightest bump hurts. You cry and thrash and the figure vanishes just like before. Once its weight is off of you, You run to your door and cry and bang on it until someone comes to comfort you.

You show the decibels your stomach and the markings that are still there. concerned glances are exchanged and whispers of "demons" are heard before they decide what to do with you. You're bathed and fed fruit. You're given a day of relaxing while other lambs and other followers make charms for you to have with you at night. You're always with someone now. And they watch you closely.

At night You're not taken down to your room instead You're brought to the high priest. He promises to keep watch while you sleep in a cot in his chamber. He assures you that with the charms that the church has made for you and with him by your side no one except the messiah could touch you.

You settle in for another night.

But the voices start all too soon. You press a charm to your chest and try to ignore it. But all too soon you feel the weight on top of you. Something cold slithers up your chest and wraps around your throat. It tightness and adjusts as you open your eyes and look up at the thing again. The demon that has haunted you.

The thing around your neck tightness prevents you from screaming and it leans close again. Its skin is like ice as it leans over you.

"Do you believe in your God?"

It asks. And you freeze a bit... do you believe? Is that why this demon is haunting you? Do you need to be a better lamb? Are you not good enough because you don't believe enough? The thing moves closer to you this time you can feel its body rubbing against yours. Heavy and cold. It yanks on your robes pulling them off of you the charms clatter to the floor leaving you bare.

Your whole body is shivering as the thing coiled around your neck reaches up and presses itself past your lips and down your throat. You feel more appendages coil around your body, the cold snake-like tendrils making you nervous as you're pinned down.

Your body tenses up as the thing itself presses its cold body in between your legs. You squirm and whimper as the thing eases itself inside. A lot larger than you thought it be. Its body thrusts into you as you weakly try to fight against it. It leans over you bitting your chest leaving fanged marks around your nipple.

You swallow and struggle to breathe around the appendage in your throat and you can hear the things breath shudder and moan above you. The coil around your neck tightens then relaxes then tightness again as if it's massaging itself through your throat. Like squeezing a fleshlight.

You choke and sputter a bit but that just seems to encourage it.

It starts to thrust more and faster it looks down at you panting you can feel its drool on your chest as it digs its nails into your skin you look up at it as it lets out a horrible screech. The blackness surrounding the figure is suddenly covered in glowing eyes. Rows and rows of eyes attached to tendrils that spill from the things back. The tendrils are coiled around your arms stomach legs and neck. They seem to get tighter as you look at them causing you to squirm more. You can feel it cumming inside of you. Rope and ropes of sticky cum coat your insides. It almost feels too full...

It massages your lower stomach forcing you to relax. It's only a couple of minutes in when you feel a heavy egg make its way into your body.

When it's done the eyes blink away. Its body is heaving as its coils retreat letting you go. You don't scream this time as the thing vanishes... you struggle to clean yourself up and rub at the bite to make it fade.

When the high priest gets up he seems to be none the wiser. Still, he helps you bathe and dress. You try to ignore the weight in your stomach. You don't want it to ruin today. Today is special after all. It's the day they feed the messiah. You study the doctrine. You say your goodbyes. You're ready for the moment you finally get to meet your God.

Laid out on the altar. The room is pitch black as you feel the presence of your God looming over you. Finally, the days of torment are over. You no longer have to be haunted by demons and their torture. You can finally fulfill your purpose. You can meet your fate with open arms

But you feel your stomach drop once again as tendrils coil around you restraining your body. A cold clawed hand reaches out and pets your stomach gently before tracing a claw right over where the "egg" lays heavily in your abdomen the haunting voice asks for the last time.

"Do you love your God?"

#kylar the loner #cult leader kylar #cult god kylar???#tw rape #tw ghost #tw cult #tw somno #////please this took forever

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digenerate-trash · 2 days

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TO MY BROTHERS MY SISTERS AND HUSBANDS AND WIFES I NOW DECLARE THE NEXT ASKER TO BE A NEW FOOLS FOOL

But what will I call you???!?!?!

#asks

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digenerate-trash · 2 days

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That… wasn’t me… OK KNOW WHAT EVERYONE IS APRIL FOOLS ANON BECAUSE IF THAT ANON IS GONNA BECOME AN APRIL FOOLS FOOL THEN I SHALL PASS ON THE TOURCH

Lol. I love you April fools anon-

But I didn't the "Morgan remixed" thing for April fools-

I still love you don't worry

#asks #april fools anon

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digenerate-trash · 2 days

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PC who's managed to piece together just how Sydney's solved the food problem despite having never left the back office in weeks. PC who clings to him just as tightly as he does them when they curl up together at night, fearing that he might not come back. PC who insists on helping Sydney carry some of his burden even when he acts as if he's been fine the whole time.

AMAB Sydney | GN PC

You think you know everything.

Though it will be hard to tell sydney. He's tried so hard to hide it from you. Feeding you scraps letting you drink when you need to he washes you when your dirty helps you dress. He wants you clean...

But still he dirties his own hands almost every week. And you think you know why.

The next time sydney separates from you in the middle of the night you wait. He gets off the floor carefully and heads for the door. And without much fault you follow him.

Though the desks and bookshelves. Past a makeshift fire pit. Sydney pulls a book out from one of the lower shelves and picks up a knife.

You watch. As he makes his way to the storage room in the back of the library.

Slowly you press your ear to the door. Many soft voices speak. But you don't hear sydneys... more people are in on this then you thought...

You think you hear crying. Muffled sobs though the door. There's some thrashing. Something gets knocked over... strangled cries before a thud hits the carpet...

You think you know... but you don't want to see it. Even if sydney has too... you move away from the door heading back to the offices back room.

It isn't long before sydney returns. He looks weary his eyes usually covered by a veil are hollow. Bloodied hands grip a bandana. Just another souvenir, or perhaps a memento a way to remeber those why sydney sacrifices for the cause...

Sydney drops the fabric on the pile with the other things. Before washing his hands in the bucket by the door. He wipes the blood off but he keeps his hands in the water as if that will wash the guilt away as well...

You slowly aproch sydney leaning over his shoulders. You hug him tightly as you take his hands out of the bucket...

"You did what you had to" you reassure him.

But he doesn't say anything. He looks at the water. The blood from his hands diluted to almost nothing. Sydney covers his face hiding himself from the world.

Tommorow he'll have to go out and face his faction. Tomorrow he'll have to feed the people who trust him someone's body... tommorow beloved followers who chose him to lead them will ask for advice and guidance and love from their leader. tommrow sydney will have to live in the role he's made for himself.

But tonight he's just a scared kid who misses his dad... and who are you to take that away from him

#sydney the faithful #forgotten au #tw cannibalism #tw blood #tw parent death #tw angst

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