AUTHOR NOTE : An ongoing faux-celebreality dating show nobody asked for, starring Rapechester’s finest disasters. If you enjoy humour, bleak absurdism, and aggressive dairy product placement, please give it a look.
Less horny, more comedy!
SUMMARY : Locally famous but legally illiterate high-fame farmer (F!PC) signs on a reality dating show due to some undue influence from the strange purple flowers and a major misunderstanding.
One reluctant bachelorette, ten contestants, one manor on the moor, a cash prize, a ludicrous contract, and a metric tonne of Remy’s sponsored milk ads.
Trash telly meets black humour. Hilarity ensues. Is it true love or is it just the dosh?
STATUS : Recently Updated on Ao3 - Avery’s here now! | MDNI
So, without further ado, I present the casting tapes from Love on the Moor.
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Shot in grainy black-and-white CCTV, like he barely lifted a finger to submit it. The timestamp flickers ominously in the corner. You recognise the angle from the CCTV camera at the orphanage doors. The camera points down at an angle too high, slightly fisheye, catching Bailey from head to waist. His figure warps just enough to look taller, broader, wrong. Despite the distortion, there’s an unmistakable bulge tucked into the waistband of his black trousers.
Bailey stands at the wrought iron orphanage gates, rolled burgundy sleeves showing off the ink of a snake curling under his forearm. His face was the same as ever, handsome in a rough way. Dark hair, partially slicked back, and day-old stubble dusting his chin. His dark eyes bore into the camera with a menacing intensity. A cigarette glows between his ringed fingers. Orphans shuffle past, eyes downcast, every one of them veering wide to avoid his reach. One glances toward the camera, and Bailey turns his head. The child bolts like a startled hare.
Bailey exhales a long plume of smoke, expression flat.
“I’m Bailey. She was my ward. A royal pain in my arse… but she was my pain.” He pauses, voice dropping a shade lower.
“Somewhere down the line… feelings grew. Not that I asked for them. Not that I wanted them. But there they were. She was trouble, but she was mine.” He admits in a begrudging tone.
He takes another drag and exhales slowly.
“She paid her debt and came out stronger. She’s proof my system works. She’s proof I work.”
As he speaks, an orphan edges too close, shuffling past to head to school. Bailey slaps a stiff, awkward pat on the kid’s head, like a man acting out a gesture he’s only seen in films. The orphan recoils, wide-eyed, and sprints offscreen. Bailey doesn’t flinch.
“And if you pick me, you’ll be proving it too.” He finishes in a flat tone. Dark eyes boring through the security camera.
He lights a fresh cigarette off the old one, exhales a fog that bleeds across the lens, head tilted back. The feed cuts to static mid-drag.
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Dominic’s reference is here…! A.K.A. my persona… hope you guys like him. I’m going to make him a fucked up lil’ guy. This is an old drawing, but I’ll be posting more accurate drawings later but this is about the same. More below! Just know I’m a visual artist, not a writer LOLLLLL
TW: NONCON, Not proofread
He’ll have two titles— Dominic the Waif and Dominic the Streamer. You’ll first meet him as Dominic the Waif at school.
He’s very unassuming, keeping his streamer gig a secret. More on that later, but Dominic’s usually a victim of bullying at DoL school. He prefers not to attract attention, sporting a mask and hoodie that teachers disapprove of but do nothing about. You’ll meet him in the hallway, or see him around serving you as a barista at Sam’s Cafe. You can study with him with science and at english.
You don’t really interact with him until you meet his persona online. That’s when the fun starts.
You’re passing out in the street, your vision blurring into black. Then, your consciousness slowly returns to you gradually, blinking your eyes open groggily. It’s still dark despite your open eyes, and the smell filling your nose is heavy and musty, as if you’re in an unkempt basement.
As you fully awaken, you realize you’re blind-folded. You’re tied up. Attempting to stay calm, you hold still and listen to your surroundings. You’ve been in worse situations, right?
Your wrists are bound tightly behind your back, the rough rope biting into your skin. Dominic’s hands are deft as he secures them, then stepping back. He admires his work and you hear him walking around the room. The blindfold slips slightly and you see it. A camera facing towards you. It captures every detail of your helplessness, your naked body on full display.
Dominic purs into the microphone, saying…
“Hello everyone! I hope you’re ready for tonight’s show.”
Dominic’s a streamer, alright. He’s popular on the Dark Web for recording victims of DoL town that’ve passed out on streets, taking them in as guests for his livestreams. Victims are taken to a secluded basement of an abandoned building, having his whole set-up of streaming equipment, sex-toys, and bondage.
He’s most known for the rape shows he puts on, doing as his viewers request depending on the “donations” sent. He’s willing to do whatever if the price is right. He also sells private videos, where he goes into more torturous territory.
He pays Bailey well in advance with his income, sometimes Bailey paying Dominic to record and humiliate other orphans who haven’t met their due date for rent.
You can only escape his event once you go unconscious, and he dumps you back into the industrial district or woods. He usually does everything at night, so that he remains unseen. If he rakes in more views with you, however, he’ll keep you for a few days until the audience gets tired and stop donating as much.
When he’s in his streamer persona, he’s very bubbly, charming and silly, contrast to the absolute debauchery he’s committing to his victims. His gloominess is actually a facade and he’s easy to talk to, a natural entertainer.
He first started out in this business as a solo streamer, filming himself masturbating and doing as the viewers request. That was until more and more viewers kept requesting darker scenes. He slowly earns the reputation as a streamer who often does CNC themed streams.
One day, he gets a message from a frequent viewer, highest donator of all his streams, asking him to go further. To do a stream with someone else, and under certain conditions, he’ll pay thousands of pounds to him. The anonymous viewer (Anon) sent Dominic a location. Convinced with the amount of money, he goes. That’s where his first victim sat, tied up, blindfolded, and gagged in front of a camera and streaming set-up… high-quality at that.
Dominic, being driven by money, hesitantly agrees. He’ll be sent back to the underground brothel if he doesn’t pay up rent in time and the pays only getting higher.
He’s mortified at first, doing such things to another person. But the money was too good. So he continued, with Anon providing the victim after victim. They’d show up at the location, the basement, and he’d stream. He’d blown up, thousands among thousands of viewers and donators throughout the dark web. At that point, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. Like an acquired taste, he actually began to enjoy torturing his stream-guests— and even moreso the viewer’s validation as well.
Anyhow, Bailey finds out his job and asks to share profits. Terrified of Bailey, he agrees. Now he works under Bailey as well as Anon.
Miscellaneous Facts:
— Dominic’s gloomy facade is only at school, wanting to not attract attention. At the Cafe, he’s actually very easy to talk to, and bits of his entertaining side is shown. He loves customer service, especially because of the positive attention.
— He’ll do a lot for attention and money. Strives for it.
— His favorite color is green, and he’s a greedy guy. Though, that greed has gotten him this rich, so he keeps on being greedy.
— Bought his own apartment, but still pays Bailey money. Really nice and neat apartment, someone on the residential district.
— Works part-time as a barista as a front, but also because he enjoys customer service. Really good at dealing with people.
— He doesn’t like dragging attention at school because he gets bullied by Whitney. He’s been to the underground brothel twice, because of Whitney and Bailey.
— Occasionally drugs the guests on his livestream with sedatives and/or aphrodisiacs. Gets them from Okra.
— Super pathetic and easily overpowered. Drugs his guests so that they won’t take him over. Would cry and whine if the same thing happened to him, if he was in his guests position.
— Has an apartment/flat at Barb Street. Where he records solo streams/videos.
Well, there’s my self-insert for DoL! I obviously don’t condone any of it, just to clarify, lol… but I really wanted something more intense and predator-like as a change of pace from the Jovian System.
If you have any questions/request about him, feel free to ask! We love getting asks.
But at the break of dawn, he is gone before you know it, only just a dream.. again. You're really down bad to have dream like that again, caught up in a world of your own deeming lust
╰⪼ heed the warnings: MALE PC/LI, Religious themed, coercion, implied switch!Sydney , nsfw, unfortunate grinding, implied harassment, implied corruption kink, implied stalking, groping, public sex (?), slightly proof-read, 2k words.
╰⪼ heed the note: this will be based on my au of my PC but with major changes, headcannons may appear however but I'll keep things that is canon for this one. I can make a female version of this if you kindly ask, let me know if I missed anything.
╰⪼ You were a new student attending a local school in a town with an odd feel in the air, something sinister mixed with a tinge of scarce purity. You couldn't remember anything when you woke up in the hospital, you woke up frantic and ran away. your memories remained a blur and the temple nearby took you in as one of their own, much to their delight as those prying eyes hovered to the halo glowing above your head and their hands brushing against the feathers of your wings, you were what they called and honored, an angel, a holy being, a divine messenger of god and a protector of humankind.
However, you felt far from an angel and how they portrayed an angel should be, strong willed, protective, god-fearing and so on and so on — on another note, you ponder, who exactly is god? What does a god exactly do? And why have they not contacted you since you've woken up? You brought this concern to your peers, Jordan to be specific, he told you in a soft voice “Patience is virtue, holy one,” he took a bow down “They will seek time with you.” He finished his message before apologizing he had to go attend his duties. Your mind was filled with questions that were yet to unfold, you felt lost and started questioning your purpose.
Over the past few days since you've started residing in the temple, Jordan noticed you were having trouble socializing with the initiates, unable to follow up with their social cues and norms, Jordan ought to himself he would help you fit in once more, thus reached out to Sydney to help you — whose reputation precedes himself to be an “innocent” boy, he was the librarians assistant, he was eager to help you out, the thought of helping out someone, especially an angel, he couldn't help but feel honored and nervous to be near such holy presence however he felt tempted to prey around you and capture you, as to lure you in the dark and the joy of living as a sinner. The ecstasy it gives, the pleasure it comes with. Perhaps if he gave you his world, then will the temple realize, the fun temptation and lust have is worth it, you just have to pray and pray, pray and pray, pray and pray — pray.
You sighed, perhaps it's best for time to pass through and enjoy your life as it is in the moment, patience is truly a virtue after all, you have enough time to figure out the rest later on, walking over to your bed, picking up your bad on the soft mattress, you looked up to the right and at the clock ‘ 6:23 pm ‘ you have enough time to walk to the temple, pray for awhile and walk to school with Sydney. You went downstairs, relishing in your surroundings, it made you feel alive. The older orphans were discussing with each other what to do after school as the younger ones played around with one another, the sight of life in such joyous motion was a sight to behold..
Putting the thought aside, you made your way to the temple but without peace, you've always felt a pair of eyes watching every step you take, it was suffocating. It started after saving a poor boy that was being harassed by the other students, of course you don't believe it was him who was watching you, you don't even have proof and it goes against your morality — and your beliefs, perhaps it's the gang of students who were harassing him? You shudder at the thought, as much you'd like to deny it, the possibility is high. Perhaps it's the best time now to make friends and work on your reputation, as you think of who to befriend, you were in front of the temple. You walked inside, bowing and greeting the older and high ranking members of the temple, giving humble blessings before going to the pew of the far left side. You smiled and greeted Sydney “Good morning.” You whispered, he moved to give you space to join him.
You noticed his hair was down as you laid your bag aside and kneeled down on the cushion, you closed your eyes and clasped your hands together, praying for the remaining time.
You felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you slightly as you looked up to Sydney, who was smiling at you “It's time to go, wanna walk together?” He asked before hesitantly holding his hand to you, you nodded and took his hand, as he helped you get up, he blushed, looking at his hand you held for a brief moment, before you could notice, he turned his back away “Thank you Sydney and yes, of course. You make a great companion.” You smiled as the two of you walked to school together, you appreciated how he was a sweet boy who was willing to help you, defending you from the students probing and harassment in the library and kept you company while Robin was gone for a week.
You looked up to his hair “May I ask why you changed your usual look? Not like it looks bad, it looks good just like you with a ponytail.” You said, your hand aching to touch his hair, painted with color that fit him well, you were surprised to learn it was his natural color. Sydney noticed that you wanted to touch his hair, grabbing it with surprising strength, making you gasp in shock “Sydney?” he widened his eyes “Sorry! Sorry! I was startled.” He mumbled and grabbed your hand softly this time, brushing it against his hair “you're one of the few I'd let touch my hair..” he murmured “Do you like my hair down? You mentioned you were curious after I caught you drawing me with my hair down, I think you drew it accurately.” He smiled, a tinge of red on his cheeks, you looked away, embarrassed at the mention of that incident “I.. thank you.” You mumbled “We should hurry up, I need to study and you need to work.” You said as the two of you head to the entrance.
The both of you departed, you head to an exclusive table of the library, far from the entrance as you noticed it's more silent compared to the tables near the entrance, as you sat down, you grabbed your science textbook you rented and dived into the lesson Sirris mentioned yesterday, unaware of a familiar boy with strawberry blonde hair watching you from the very corner of his eyes, hovering over your figure.
After school finished, you decided to stay with Sydney for the remaining time in school, you had an appointment with Harper today, the temple advised you to meet him every appointment to ensure your health is in good condition, they mentioned your body works differently from a human, hence why they insist you go to the hospital however, something about him felt off, you don't know why but the way he looks and talks to you, it feels like he's hiding something. Perhaps you haven't completely adjusted to human society, perhaps it's normal after all, humans are different from one another.
“Hello Sydney, where were you during lunch?” You asked, you were hoping to have lunch together with him as you noticed Robin wasn't here today and you didn't see him in the library either, Sydney looked at you, something in his gaze felt unusual “I decided to have lunch in the library.” A lie, you knew and it is also a sin, you frowned, he was strong in his faith and joined the temple at an early age, did something happen for him to sin like this? You walk towards the counter “Really? Why?” You stared at him, who stared back “Can I ask you a question?” He suddenly asked, you nodded in response “Have you wondered to yourself what it feels to be a sinner?”....... what?
He looked around, seemingly nervous before walking closer “have you?” He whispered, the distance between you and him and the question made you increasingly nervous “Sydney, the temple advises all of us not to think and delve into such iniquitous thoughts!” You said, biting your lip as Sydney stares down “But that's what the temple thinks, how about you? What do you personally think being a sinner feels like?” He said, his response getting you off guard, he held your hand in a gentle manner, seemingly persuasive in getting your answer.
“I.. I.. I don't know Sydney.” You responded, you averted your gaze away from him, your breath hitched as you could feel his breath on your neck, whispering to your ear “It's fun, really.” He whispered, you widen your eyes please don't tell me— “what do you mean..?” You asked in a hushed voice, refusing to meet his gaze “..To tell you the truth, before your arrival, I indulged myself into…things the students talk about,” he said, taking a slight step back before continuing “It felt freeing.” He finished, cupping your face softly “Would it not hurt to try?” He whispered “See things in my perspective?”
“I.. The temple—” “The temple hides nothing but what we can do.” He cut you off “And we will be careful, you just have to trust me, okay?” he said, you nodded nervously as you let Sydney take the lead, taking you and him to the school's changing room, he pushed you gently to the dressing room “Let's hope nobody finds us.” He chuckled before taking your hand together with his, kissing it “Feeling comfortable?” He asked, checking for your consent, you nodded “I..I feel rather nervous, actually, I feel very nervous.” You mumbled. He chuckled in response.
“It's okay, it'll be fine. I was too.” He whispered before kissing you, taking advantage of your surprise as he inserted his tongue inside your mouth, reveling the sight of your reaction before taking a step back, he let go of your hand as he focused on unbuttoning your shirt, he took a good look of your chest, you resisted the urge to cover up as you look at him “Cute.” He smirked, caressing your cheeks “I..” “Don't be ashamed of your body, you're a beauty.” He whispered, earning a chuckle from you “than- ugh-” your breath hitched as he circles his thumbs around your nipples, he pushed you against a wall “Sensitive?” He teased, kissing you on the forehead “how does it feel?”
“It… It feels good.” You responded hesitantly, muffling a moan as he puts his knee against your groan “Sydney…” you panted, he moved on to removing your pants, placing his leg away, you tried not to make it obvious you wanted him to keep going “I forgot I still have my chastity cage on.” He groaned before kneeling down and removing your underwear and sighed at the sight of the familiar device “It's okay, there are other ways to make people orgasm.” He whispered before making you lay on your back, he unzipped his pants, you noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear “Isn't that against the school rules..?” You asked, biting your lip “Who cares if they don't know?” He responded.
He leaned in, kissing you on the neck as he shifted his hips upwards, making sure his chastity cage was above yours — fondling with your balls with his right hand as the other went on circling your nipples “So gorgeous..” he panted, sucking in your neck as he continues grinding against you, making sure to press against you hard as he could, the metal head of the cage could be felt on the visible parts of your penis, sending sparks up your spine due to how cold it felt, Sydney groaned, clearly frustrated “I wanna be inside you so bad..” he whined, pressing you against him harder, putting your legs on his shoulder, aligning his penis against your hole, trying to insert himself in “I swear I'll get the keys for these stupid things..” he mumbled, fastening his pace, you moaned slightly as he build up friction “Have I ever told you I've always admired you?” He panted, resting his head on your shoulder, relishing the warmth of your naked body.
“I'm close..” he panted, kissing your neck as you gripped on his shoulder, his lips felt warm against your skin, you muffled a moan as you felt his hands intruding their way to your balls once more, squeezing and rubbing it — the sensation was unfamiliar, strange but welcome, an unfamiliar wave of pleasure went through your body, your cock spurting out cum as you moaned against his neck, you could feel cum dripping down where your chastity cage was “You already came- oh-” he gasped as you kissed his neck, making him come immediately after “I..” he blushed, you stared at him with reddened cheek “Did I do good..?” You asked meekly, bitting the inside of your mouth as he nodded “Of course! That.. that felt amazing… it's quite the bummer though I wasn't able to be inside of you..and you inside of me.” He blushed, laying his head on your chest “how'd it feel?” He asked, smiling at you “It felt unfamiliar… but at the same time good.” He grinned “I knew you'd like it.” He said before helping you stand up, he insisted on helping you dress up, taking advantage of the opportunity to occasionally grope you. He cupped your cheeks “We should do this more, it's fun right? To see the perspective of a sinner?” He leaned in, and you looked away “The temple..” you said quietly, he sighed, leaning his forehead against yours “They won't find out, we'll try to keep it as a secret. They don't have to find out, we can still continue as we are as normal publicly.” He said “and you mentioned you can't remember anything in the past, right? Perhaps in a way, this might help you.” You couldn't help but feel tempted at the thought, you were getting tired of the same answers from the temple anyways. “Fine… just… be careful, I don't wanna get you hurt.” You said, he chuckled “Of course, of course, welcome to my world.”
Okay so I’ve recently been told of a thing that ivory does specifically because of Sydney and now I have so many ideas running through my head and I need to write them down before I go crazy lol.
So ivory wraith and Sydney are connected right?
And if you have the promise with Sydney the ivory wraith states this
“You are wedded to calamity” which is ivory talking about your relationship with Sydney.
But what if, Ivory and Sydney have the same soul?
We don’t know what the Ivory wraiths “true” name is, or who they really are besides what we know from when they became a wraith after their death due to the schism that happened a long time ago in the part of the forest behind the town before it sunk and became a lake
And a “wraith” is basically the vengeful piece of someone’s soul that remains on earth after their death continuing to lurk and basically be angry at their death and general situation.
But- ivory isn’t like that, (unless you take their necklace that is) ivory in general is a very calm and sometimes even playful, ghost which leaves the idea to believe that they don’t have regrets regarding their death but rather something else and that’s why they became a wraith.
Now then, we know that ivory had a lover in the past, but besides that we don’t know anything about said lover besides the fact it’s heavily implied that the PC is the ivorys past lover reborn.
Also regardless of whom takes the necklace, PC, winter etc Ivory will ALWAYS direct their rage or obsession towards the PC, which leads me to believe that Pc is the second most valued possession or being that Ivory has.
The necklace brought ivory peace of mind during the schism and the tragedy they faced, but PC was their lover who brought them joy and light during their time alive
And ivory still considers themselves “Forever as one” with the PC despite the fact PC has no idea why this ghost is obsessed with them.
Now then onto Sydney, no matter if Sydney is corrupt or Pure, his loyalty and devotion to the temple remains intact, he may become more aware of the darkness in the temple but he won’t ever actually abandon the temple despite this.
The only other thing Sydney is this loyal to is PC, but Sydney isn’t just loyal to Pc, he slowly develops a hint of obession over Pc, it doesn’t quite reach Ivorys level of obession nor Kylars but it’s still there, in the way that Sydney is possieve over Pc.
But here’s another matter, perhaps it’s due to the temple and it’s teachings but both ivory and Sydney can hum a familiar tune to Pc
A song that PC has never once heard before in the game but feels that it’s familiar the minute one of them sings it to her. Sydney says he learned the tune from Jordan but I have never heard Jordan sing that tune before (unless it’s in a future update) but for now I’d like to believe that Sydney just naturally knows the song and thinks he must’ve learned it from Jordan since Jordan is someone they deeply admire similar to how ivory admired their own Cardinal in their past.
But another thing I find interesting this may be just something that can happen but, the game always starts on a Sunday. And you know whose at the temple on sundays? Sydney.
When I first started my new game as “Alorhna” that Sunday morning the first place I went to was the temple to take the chastity test for the chastity belt, and the person who I met afterwards in the temple was Sydney.
And in the game my character already recognized Sydney from school as being a good student and helper etc, giving the air that the two new each other, post-game timeline aka in the past.
In the ivorys memories they also recall meeting the “new initate” the day of their chastity test. However in ivorys memories it says how they hugged the initate and how they were happy that they passed their test which leaves the mark to be believed that ivory met the initate before they took their test as well.
But yes you can meet Sydney in the same way as ivory meets their own initiatie, almost as if history is repeating itself
And if you go through the rite of defilement quest with Sydney and go to the prayer room, Sydney acts in the same madness as ivory when they have sex with you, also just like ivory Sydney won’t let you escape until after he’s satisfied (so you have to do it with him around 4 times) and it’s the same thing with ivory they only let you go after their done. (This is also implied by the fact that ivory may be the one possessing Sydney but Sydney can still be rough with the PC sometimes outside of the prayer room if their agitated enough)
So both ivory and Sydney share a blind devotion to their faith (Sydney to the temple, ivory to their necklace) a growing obsession with you the player that seems to stem much longer than we are aware of. And a familiar song that only the three of you know.
I deeply believe that Sydney is ivorys soul reborn, just as PC’s soul was reborn. but due to the tragedy that ivory faced, their regrets broke off from the original soul and became a wraith.
That’s why this line “You are wedded to calamity” is still my absolute favorite.
for me the line insinuates that ivory is warning PC , that their repeating history by loving Sydney, by loving another piece of ivorys soul. And that Sydney has the potential to become just as bad if not even worse than ivory is now.
Aight so I saw your post about getting into writing and I do have a soft whitney story in my brain. Whitney assumes you're an orphan but you're actually Bailey's kid and they soften up in order to not die. If you're after specifics, whitney jokes about "meeting the parents", y'know some shit joke about you assumedly being an orphan, but you take them to the lotus flat and they find out that Bailey's your parent.
Alright this took me a few days, but I finally finished it!
This is my first writing ask, and I had a lot of fun with it :)
I added some personal headcanons and details.
Have a good read!
Contents: M! Whitney, M! Bailey, F! Defiant PC.
CW for typical Whitney insults. Other than that, it’s pretty vanilla.
It is cold. Way too goodman cold.
You shiver into your jersey jacket- ideal for spring or autumn, but certainly not in a snowy winter. Your footsteps are barely audible as your feet sink into the snowy pavement, as your breath forms clouds on your face.
You are just passing through the commercial alleyways, on your way home, when you feel a sudden tug on your long, silky hair.
“Hey there, slut.”
You don’t need to turn your head to know who it is.
“What do you want, Whitney?”
You reply.
He tugs again, forcing you to come face to face with him.
His shit-eating grin is the last thing you needed to see, especially since he was in a nice, warm leather jacket and you were freezing.
“Nothin’ much.” he grabs your wrist, and starts dragging you somewhere. You notice it’s weirdly silent.
It takes you a while, but you realize that he’s alone right now. Usually, Whitney is followed by his gang of goons.
It’s almost uncanny, seeing him alone.
“Where the hell are you taking me, jackass?” you ask, as he keeps dragging you.
“You’ll see.”
He takes you to a building, a metal ladder going up all the way to the rooftop.
“Alright, gal. Climb up. It’ll be romantic at the top.”
He pushes you to the ladder, as you roll your eyes.
As you climb up, the freezing wind sneaks under your long skirt, creeping into your body. You cuss under your breath as you climb up. Once at the top, Whitney soon follows.
He grabs your waist, pulling you close to the edge.
The view is indeed pretty.
You can see much of the city from where you stand. The houses covered in white, the smoke coming out of the chimneys, the empty trees covered in icicles all make for a very calming view.
“Pretty good, am I right?” Whitney says with a smug grin.
“But that’s not why I brought you here today.”
“Then what is it?” you inquire.
“I want you to show me where you live. Meet the parents and all.”
he then facepalms, in fake sorrow.
“Ooooh, I nearly forgot! Your folks are dead!”
He snickers, caressing your jawline.
“How pitiful that whoever aborted you has died. Must be pretty pathetic, to live at the orphanage.”
You look at him, confused.
“And where did you hear that?”
“What, that you're an orphan?”
“I don’t know where you got that. I live with my dad.”
“Wait, you’re bullshitting me now.”
You roll your eyes, annoyed.
“Listen Whit, I don’t know who spread that nasty rumor. I don’t live at the orphanage, period.”
“Then where do you live?”
You let out an annoyed breath from your nose, and it forms a small cloud on your face.
You point your finger to the general location of Barb Street.
Whitney’s eyes widen.
“Barb street? But that’s where the flats are.”
“So what?”
“No it’s just… nevermind.”
You are getting annoyed now.
“What, don’t believe me that’s where I live?”
“Look, I didn’t think you lived in the same shithole as-”
Offended, you grab Whitney’s wrist.
“I’ll show you shithole. Come with me, you’re seeing my house right now.”
You yank Whitney towards the ladder.
“Easy gal! Geez, fucking relax for once…”
He rolls his eyes, and starts climbing down.
You catch up with him, and soon you’re both on the ground.
You start walking Whitney towards your house.
As you cross the bridge to the canals, Whitney is weirdly quiet and obedient while you’re holding his wrist. You don’t think much of it, as you drag him along.
You soon get to the flat with the lotus doorknob.
“Are you crazy, you whore?! You can’t go in-”
You fish the keys out from your jersey pocket and open the door.
Whitney is speechless.
“Wait. You’re telling me you live here?”
You just shove Whitney inside.
As you enter your apartment, you catch Whitney admiring the location.
It has neat wallpaper, the furniture is in excellent shape and is a bit over the top with the decorations, the floor has a thick carpet and the flat is overall very nice and well-kept.
Whitney whistles.
“Dang girl, I should try and extort you more money. Your dad looks like he’s filthy rich. How did ya even clean up this place so well?”
His eyes then fall to the shelves where the pictures are, and he pales a little.
“Wait, is that…?”
He picks out a framed photo.
“What’s weird?” you ask, still pissed.
Whitney is holding a picture of you dad and you, when you were about 12.
“Bailey is your father??”
He sounds shocked.
“Yeah, so what?”
“I mean… he’s the big boss here in town. He has quite the bad reputation. That means I’ve been bossing around the big guy’s kid for months.”
His gaze then softens.
“Although he probably treats you better than the orphans. I’ve heard some horror stories about that Robin kid. Nasty stuff.”
You shift uncomfortably.
“I mean… yeah. I’ve heard some stuff, too.” You admit. Your defensive shell is cracking.
“Honestly, the things my dad does there? they’re not too hard to believe.”
Whitney looks at you, now seemingly concerned.
“Wait. Your dad didn’t try and-”
“No, it’s not like that!” you put your hands forward.
“It’s just… He never really cared about me.”
You hold your right arm.
“He barely speaks to me. I have to do everything in the house, or else he’ll yell at me for having to hire help around the house. He won’t let me even buy a decent jacket for the winter. The only times he bothers looking at me, is when he’s scolding me for screwing up something. So it didn’t surprise me too much when I heard those stories. He just cares about his money.”
Whiney looks at you, tilting his head as a hard to read expression forms on his face.
“Can’t you just live with your mom then?”
A long, long silence ensues as you look away.
You didn’t like reminders of what happened.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, warm.
“Hey… I’m sorry.”
Whitney? Saying he’s sorry?
You look at him, puzzled.
His face is… Soft. He looks almost as if he’s in pain.
He notices your confused expression.
“It must be hell to live with a dad that doesn’t give a shit about you.” He explains.
“I know what it feels like. So… for what’s worth, if you need to talk about it? You know where to find me.”
He looks around the house, seemingly uncomfortable.
“Now, I’ll get going. Let me know when Bailey is available next time. I want to have two words with him.”
He starts to walk out of the flat.
As he stops by the door, he turns to bid goodbye.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, slut.” the insult is almost said in an affectionate manner.
And just like that, he leaves your flat.
You are left speechless.
For some reason, you feel like you know Whitney a bit better now.
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Hi guys! I want to get back into writing and have become obsessed with DOL. This will be a DOL only writing blog, but it may change in the future depending. I'm excited to be apart of the community and can't wait to see where the game goes!
Guidelines / Rules
18+ only please, I don't want to block anyone but I will if necessary.
Request anything! If it's not something I feel I could do or can't get any inspiration for, I will let you know.
I'm fairly new to kinks, so if you send something in and it turns out to be something I'm not into, I will add it to this list and apologize. But, hey, I'm willing to try anything once!
If you don't specify a gender I will automatically just defer to writing AMAB characters.
I mainly write a sub!reader (because i like being dominated)
Please be nice and respect that I may not get to your request right away. I have two kids under 4 and they are crazy. I'm just saying, sometimes I understand Bailey's frustration.
Characters I'm Comfortable Writing About:
Wren
Bailey
Whitney
Remy
Doren
Sydney the Fallen
Leighton
Characters I'll Write About But Am Not Confident:
Harper
Niki
Jordan
Mason
Sirris
Alex
Avery
Sydney the Faithful
Characters I'll Write About But Only Occasionally:
Kylar
Eden
Robin
Winter
River
Important Information:
I will try to tag all of the kinks appropriately. If I forget/am not aware of one, please send me a dm and let me know so I can fix it immediately. My goal here is to be respectful to you, and all I ask for is that same courtesy.
I'll tag all the triggering content with #tw.
I'll post my writings under #Raven Writes
I'll tag the nonsense as #everybody talks
And I will tag the stuff other people write and create as #others writing/art
I have ADHD! So if something doesn't make sense, it's because my mind makes connections even Einstein wouldn't comprehend, and then forgets to explain it! Seriously, it's a problem. I'm sorry.
Also socially awkward. I try not to be but- it happens. A lot. I try not to dwell on it.
AUTHOR NOTE : An ongoing faux-celebreality dating show nobody asked for, starring Rapechester’s finest disasters. If you enjoy humour, bleak absurdism, and aggressive dairy product placement, please give it a look.
Less horny, more comedy!
SUMMARY : Locally famous but legally illiterate high-fame farmer (F!PC) signs on a reality dating show due to some undue influence from the strange purple flowers and a major misunderstanding.
One reluctant bachelorette, ten contestants, one manor on the moor, a cash prize, a ludicrous contract, and a metric tonne of Remy’s sponsored milk ads.
Trash telly meets black humour. Hilarity ensues. Is it true love or is it just the dosh?
STATUS : Recently Updated on Ao3 - Avery’s here now! | MDNI
So, without further ado, I present the casting tapes from Love on the Moor.
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The camera is vertical at first, then gets flipped sideways with a thumbprint smudge. It’s clearly shot in 240p on a burner phone, and the audio crackles.
Whitney’s standing on a rooftop overlooking Connudatus Street at night, hoodie up, chain swinging. Lynx Africa fog is literally visible around him, distorting the glow of the security light. His blonde fringe covers one eye, eyebrow ring catching the lamplight.
He starts with a sharp grin, “My name’s Whitney, don’t forget it, ya fucking cunts. I’ve known PC since secondary school, and we’ve had a lot of fun times together. Days spent beating the shite out of each other, nights spent at the pub getting pissed, romantic blow jobs in the boys' lavatory, and don’t forget our times in River’s math class – I sure don’t.”
He crudely pats his clothed bulge and smirks wistfully. “Probably taught her everything she knows about being a slag…she’s gone down on half the town as I knew it.”
He shifts to the side, gesturing towards the wall behind. Behind him is a graffiti heart sprayed on the wall, with his name and yours, written in your handwriting. The years have faded it, but it’s still legible.
Whitney smirks cockily at the lens, bat resting on his shoulder. “See that? She sprayed it herself. Back when she knew what was what. Always was mine. Always will be.”
He swings the bat into an industrial aircon unit. The metal bends with a clang, and he laughs, chain glinting.
“If you lot pick me, you’ll have made the best decision of your lives. Bird’s a slut, but she’s my slut. Always complicated, us two till she became my girlfriend. Not that she had a choice, anyway. But yeah, I miss the slut.”
The camera wobbles as he points the bat directly into the lens.
“So if you don’t pick me… I’ll bash your fucking heads in.” He threatens, half-seriously.
He sprays another cloud of Lynx Africa over himself, coughs, then spits on the ground. The video ends abruptly when he smacks the phone with the bat.
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