#thank you to whichever mutual was posting about it!

[the-unparalleled-lola-paola]

I only recently started love & deepspace and I'm obsessed 🥺

[drascua]

A whole decade or something late, I'm finally playing the Portal games (beat 1, currently playing 2). Idk why I didn't sooner. These games are so good and I love Glados sooo much

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hey! This is a little silly but I have a request. One of my mutuals had her birthday a few days ago, but I had no time to prepare anything for her (the little shit literally told me just YESTERDAY, yeah, still mad at that one). Since your work is amazing, may I request a oneshot/headcanons (whichever you want) based on her post? (https://www.tumblr.com/lumar014ad/736193443690430464/imagine-that-youre-a-druidwizardwarlock-with-a)

Sorry if it's too personal, I just want to do something nice for her and this is the only thing I can think of. Thanks for hearing me out anyways :)

Hi! Thank you for your request! I usually do requests in the order I get them but since it's a special occasion I be like (quote) "How could I say no?"

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Tav!Cat Owner

As long as you can remember, you've loved cats.

Some may say, they are lazy assholes no one would want to have, but you disagree.

Cats are independent. They require unconditional love. If a cat loves you, it means a lot.

Unfortunately, the life of an adventurer isn't good for cat. A dog? Maybe, but cats need a stable home.

But cats choose their owners, not the other way around.

A tiny kitten, only three weeks old, yells desperately in the sewers. The second the findling is put on the ground, he climbs you and purrs.

"Well, I suppose, now you are mine."

Black and fluffy, but fierce. You call the little guy "Wyvern". Wyv, for short.

But the moment you put Wyv inside your travel jacket, you are kidnapped by the Mindflayers.

Shocked and scared, you make sure they don't notice the kitten, hiding him under your shirt.

You search your way to freedom. The kitten stays quiet all the time.

But hissing violently when he senses the danger ahead.

He somehow survives the fall with you but he looks at you with this face "wtf, I just wanted to be safe."

But Wyv, surprisingly, likes living on the road with you. He sits in your jacket or on your shoulder causing loud "awwwws" from strangers.

"This is Wyvern! I found him in the sewers!"

"Did you toss a coin to choose this name for a cat?" Astarion isn't impressed but even he admits the cat has a temper of a dragon.

As for Astarion, he loves cats. But animals fear the Undead. Especially cats since they can smell the reek of death.

But to his own surprise, Wyvern doesn't mind Astarion's company.

More than that, he constantly tries to sit on the vampire's shoulder or just yells until Astarion takes him in his cold hands.

"Please, Tav, take your animal back. He screams like a drunk goblin"

"Because he is hungry", you shrug. "Oh come on! Do me a favor - I feed you every night, you can manage to feed my cat!"

For some unknown reason, Wyv wants Astarion's attention - and even sleeps in his tent.

One evening, you notice Astarion meditating while the cat is purring loudly on his chest. Astarion's face is peaceful and you know this night won't bring him nightmares.

You see it as a sign. You were hesitant to suggest sharing the tent together but since Wyvern has already moved there why not follow his example?

And you can't stop thinking about that Astarion and Wyvern have very much in common.

[dollsanddaddys]

Hello Little one…

Welcome to daddy’s blog, you may have heard of my old blog, “Daddy needs a little one” or this may be your first time, whichever it is, come on in… the water is warm… the water is pink… About this blog… 1. Consent is king, you do not owe anyone anything, this is a safe space for you to explore a part of yourself you might be afraid to let free. 2. This is a 18+ Bimbofication, Dollification, Degradation, Hyper Feminism, Patriarchy kink blog, if you are under 18 you will be blocked. 3. If anything on this blog is your content and you want it removed please let me know. 4. If you find any of my old blog content would love it Re-posted to me! Common Questions 1. Do you accept DM’s? DM’s are open to mutual followers. 2. Do you accept asks and advice? Yes, asks are open and happy to give you guidance on how to be less or how to feel more comfortable in what you want in your life. Being your dreams is beautiful. 3. Isn’t “being less” a bad thing? Life is hard out there, we all have so many things that are asked of us… to have a job, to be a good child, parent or partner… to be successful… to “measure up”... Being less is not saying you are lesser, it's about accepting that you want to stop thinking… you want to be able to be happy you want all thoughts running around your mind to slow down for a moment… You want to take the things out of your life you don’t want and just be the good parts that remain… you want to be less… less is best!!! <3 4. If i send you an image can you turn it into one of your daddy knows posts? Submissions are always welcome, thank you doll.

[oracleofstars]

✦ 3VOLS : ISSUE 1, RAFAYEL

Featuring @maimochies, a well known Love & Deepspace author, as the spotlight creator!

IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?

This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character)

MAIMOCHIES. WHO IS SHE?

mai is a rafayel enjoyer and a love & deepspace author! she has been writing in her corner of the internet with the pretty rafayel themed blog. have you seen her around? well, we have interviewed her recently with 4 simple questions. let's get to know mai better!

what got you into making love&deepspace content? are there any creators who inspired you to do so?

mai : funny enough ages ago when the first demo trailer came out for love and deepspace I didn't even know about it!! I happened to stumble upon a short clip of zayne and saved the video on a whim because he was attractive >·< then, as fate would have it, the game's official trailer popped up on my fyp and I got hooked, downloaded the game and haven't looked back since <333 l&ds is still new to the tumblr scene but I absolutely adore my mutuals' takes and fics on the boys!!

as a rafayel fan—what is your favorite headcannon of him? this can be your own or others

mai : hmmm… I think my favorite headcanon about rafayel is that he secretly cares a lot more than he lets on. lingers outside your apartment to make sure you've gotten home safe, always sending you a goodnight and good morning text, oh so conveniently shows up with a warm ready made meal when he knows you're having a particularly hard day, he cares deeply but he's scared of showing it.

if you could describe your favorite character with 5 words, what would it be?

mai : a gift from the stars

how is your time in oracle of stars so far?

so much fun!! it's such an honor to be part of such a loving and positive community. while I'm not as active as I would like to be I can see the effort that goes into the network and the server, from the graphics to the events. it's such a special place for l&ds creators to come together and uplift each other

RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK

welcome to the rafayel masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to our creators as well <3

l&ds boys crushing on you - @ maimochies

affectionate headcanons - @ maimochies

how the l&ds boys kiss - @ maimochies

sing with me? - @ sevvynth

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. - @ jqnehr

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - @ jqnehr

birthday celebration - @ lovexdeepspace

l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace

JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY! - @ rafyne

MESSAGES I CANT SEND : DEAR RAFAYEL

recently we had a 3VOLS related event entitled DEAR RAFAYEL, where we send out a prompt every 7 days and you have the choice to use whichever one you wanted.

POST MASTERLIST

dear rafayel ( prompt day 1 ) - @ rafyne

dear rafayel ( prompt day 3 ) - @ sweetheartsaku

WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?

its april 5, that means our applications are open until april 10. come join us in the discord & the network. this first issue is finally done, thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!

[prime-adeptus]

THANK U, NEXT : A WRITING COLLAB

hello! as a thank you all for the warm welcome in the x reader community, i wanted to do something we could do together! :D

RULES

18+ only; nsfw and dark content are allowed. of course, you can also submit sfw fics if you'd like, but please be above the age of 18!

multifandom; you can write for whichever animanga/game character you'd like as long as it's a reader insert.

a maximum of three fics are allowed per track. there also isn't a minimum word count — as long as you have fun writing, that's what matters!

you can do two songs if you'd like, just let me know the details :)

when you post your entry, use the tag #tuncollab, tag me and link to this post!

to join, simply send me an ask with the song you want, the character you'll be writing for, the rating, and any content warnings necessary. we don't have to be mutuals for you to join!

[updated jan 6th] there is no deadline <3 go at your own pace

TRACK #1 : IMAGINE

IMAGINE | nanami kento x reader | by k9nto

nsfw | afab reader | billionaire! nanami, old high school acquaintances to lovers; cunnilingus, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy.

TRACK #2 : NEEDY * full!

haitani rindou x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

hisagi shuhei x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

NEEDY | sano manjiro (mikey) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | manila mikey, light angst & fluff

TRACK #3 : NASA

jean kirstein x reader | by chaotic-nick

nsfw | guy best friend! jean

oliver aiku x reader | by kakujis

rating may change

TRACK #4 : BLOODLINE

fushiguro megumi x reader | by bleach-your-panties

nsfw | female reader | crack, angst

TRACK #5 : FAKE SMILE

izuru kira x reader | by bleach-your-panties

more tags tba

kageyama tobio x reader | by pparadiselost

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #6 : BAD IDEA

bad idea (forget about it, forget about me) | by bioticlaw

nsfw | female reader | fwb, unrequited pining, unhealthy relationships, angst.

getou suguru x reader | by nutheadgeenat

nsfw | more tags tba

haitani ran x reader | by ranphobic

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #7 : MAKE UP

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | more tags tba

scaramouche x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #8 : GHOSTIN * full!

GHOSTIN’ | hanma shuji x reader | by kiirsteiins

nsfw | gender neutral reader | major character death, kanto incident spoilers, graphic depictions of violence and gore, mentions of suicide ideation, canon divergence, aged up characters | smut tags incl. penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), pet names.

gojo satoru x reader | by kakujis

nsfw | female reader | more tba!

GHOSTIN | mitsuya takashi x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | female reader | major character death, grief, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, hurt/no comfort. | smut tags incl. unprotected sex.

TRACK #9 : IN MY HEAD

fushiguro toji x reader | by nova-amor

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

geto suguru x reader | by shidouryusm

nsfw | more tba

gojo satoru x reader | by tteokdoroki

rating may change! | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #10 : 7 RINGS * full!

bokuto koutarou x reader | by sunarc

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

hinata shoyo x reader | by shoyostar

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

kuroo tetsurou x reader | by quaranweeb

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #11 : THANK U, NEXT

itadori yuji x reader | by sukxma

suggestive/nsfw | more info tba

TRACK #12 : BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED * full!

diluc ragnvindr x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

imaushi wakasa x reader | by wakashawty

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

[ghcstao3]

(from this post. i got excited)

It’s an easy job, at the very least.

Show up, have Price assign a location, sell produce for eight hours straight, go home. Repeat the next day, or two days from then, whichever is most convenient to the farmer running the entire operation. Proceed all summer long.

It’s simple, almost too simple, but who is Johnny to complain when he’s getting paid above minimum wage to essentially sit around all season?

At least, Johnny wouldn’t be one to complain if it weren’t for the fellow university student he’s consistently paired up with to work alongside.

It’s not that Simon is rude or unpleasant or anything—in fact, if he was, Johnny thinks it might make things a bit easier—he’s just… quiet. And frustratingly intriguing but so unresponsive to Johnny’s attempts at making the days that seem to stretch on forever just a little more bearable.

At some point Johnny starts to think Simon hates him, with the way he’ll hold longer conversations with customers than with his own coworker. It’s miserable, in all honesty, because Johnny had just hoped to come away from this job with a friend, like most of his past employments—instead he’s been saddled with one-word responses and the barest hint of a cold-shoulder and it’s driving him insane.

But Johnny lets Simon ignore him. He’d prefer mutual company, sure, but he also recognizes when limits are set.

So when they’re trapped under their stand of the day, huddled together as much as two people can be without touching, Johnny still makes no attempt to spark conversation even as the chill of an anomalous late-June near-freezing cold soaks into his bones. He keeps his mouth shut even when he begins shivering uncontrollably, not wanting to disturb Simon and whatever contentedness he feels in his silences and steady gazes.

Though, Johnny nearly whines when Simon gets up and takes his warmth with him after muttering something about getting something from the truck.

Then Simon is returning, and something silver and crinkling is being draped over Johnny’s shoulders with a tentative care before Simon is returning to his spot without a word. Johnny pulls the emergency blanket tighter around himself and finally allows himself a glance at Simon, still composed and unreadable as ever.

Johnny dares break the silence with a soft, “Thank you.”

Simon shrugs a shoulder. His eyes are still firmly set ahead, to the space where imaginary customers stand in the pouring rain.

“Don’t imagine Price would appreciate having to fill out a report if you got hypothermia,” Simon says. 

It’s the most words he’s spoken to Johnny in succession, and it comes at a slight shock. Johnny stares, wide-eyed, incidentally boring holes in the side of Simon’s face. He watches Simon’s jaw work, almost like he’s chewing on the regret of opening a line of communication to Johnny.

“I’m sure he’d find a loophole,” Johnny quips.

Simon huffs. Johnny suspects it’s the closest to a laugh he might ever get.

In the lull that follows, Simon hangs his head, picks at a loose thread on his jeans. There’s almost a bashful quality to the action as he asks, “What do you call a bear in the rain?”

Johnny frowns. The first time Simon ever really talks to him, and he’s… setting up punchlines? But even amidst his confusion, Johnny echoes, “What do you call a bear in the rain?”

Simon looks up at Johnny, brown eyes sparkling with mirth. “A drizzly bear,” he replies in a deadpan.

Johnny snorts before bursting into a fuller laugh, fingers curling tightly around the edges of the blanket as he doubles over at the absurdity of… everything. There must be something in the air. In the God-awful weather.

“That’s horrible,” Johnny laughs, “Just terrible.”

“There’s more where that came from,” Simon tells him, sounding vaguely pleased with himself.

“Well, go on, then.” Johnny grins. His stomach cramps with fading laughter. “Give it your best.”

And Simon sure does.

Johnny isn’t too certain what’s shifted between them to cause this, in this short frame of time. But either way, he’s glad for it.

Now he can only pray it holds up for the rest of the summer, let alone their next shift together. This side of Simon is far better than anything Johnny could have hoped for, in his prior endeavours to be amicable.

How he could listen to Simon telling stupid jokes for the rest of time.

Johnny can't wait to learn more about him.

[fxshigurosbae]

THE OBSESSIVE MAN . . .

he won’t ever let you go, ever.

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (27) x f!reader (21)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — yandere!gojo, choking, roughness, manhandling, pet names, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, marking, biting, desperation, unprotected sex, strong language.

NOTE. woah wasn’t expecting to post this right after reaching 2k followers! thank you so much! i can’t express my gratitude in words, i will be working hard to post great content so please continue to support me! expect another special shot, take this one as a pre-celebration (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

taglist | masterlist

gojo satoru always treated you well, he’s never done anything to harm you, never said anything either. gojo satoru, your boyfriend for almost a year, was always so clearly in love with you ever since ever, head over heels, completely following you wherever you went until you finally gave in to your mutual feelings. all that he wishes is to see you happy and with a bright smile on your pretty face, he never wishes to see you cry or hurt, and so he always took care of you, always paid for you, always pampered you, always. he would do anything in the world for you, he would spend all of his money for you, he would move anywhere in the world for you, he would fight anyone for you, he would hurt himself for you, he would ki… keep any danger away from you, in whichever way he could, it did not matter what, as long as you were with him happy.

and fuck, gojo satoru truly does… love you, a little too much.

he’s like a chicken pox scar, the disease hurts so much and itches, it gets all over your body, excessively. even though it goes away some time, even though it heals, and texture fades away afterwards, it will always be there, if you don’t know how to get rid of it.

and fuck, how he loves to watch you. the idea of self-control, to him, is something that he fights every day, all 24 hours of the day. he never dared touch a single inch of your skin if you never assured him it was alright. you never thought he’d be fisting his cock in the middle of the night for hours on end just at the thought of seeing the smallest piece of lace of your bra as you leaned forward on the table to eat, or something like that. gojo satoru even though he is almost a thirty-year old man, he never dared to fuck you senseless unless you told him he could, and how he wishes he could.

to think his wishes would come true so suddenly, after dating for so long.

feeling like he was on cloud nine, as if his head was sunk into a bowl of hot water because of his burning cheeks and heating head, as if he could easily faint from the view of your naked body underneath him as his cock played around with your wet folds, and you just laid there, with hands and arms thrown over and above your head, looking pretty and with legs wrapped around his kneeling body struggling to breath in bed. you’d never think his cheeks could become such a burgundy color, how his sea-eyes could look so innocently lewd and with both a glow and malice, both need and dominance, he was ambiguous and the contrast of his usual teasing behavior mixed with the stray-puppy eyes that he wore right then.

the grip onto the skin of what was chubby on your hips began to tighten and imprint bruises on the spot, drawing his fingers onto it, as he tried whatever he could to bring you closer, to swallow you up, like he had thought several times. his throat itches and burns from the gasps and puffs of air that seem to overlap on his lungs, he is desperate and needy, as if he had smoked a pack of cigarettes in such short amount of time.

“i’m gonna put it in, sweetheart, can i do that?” he asked almost as if begging, with struggle, lowly huffing and sloppily moving his cock, about to burst cum into your slightly-sweaty belly already.

“be gentle with me, please, ‘toru.” even if you weren’t a virgin, it’s been a while, and you didn’t know what your boyfriend was like in bed, not exactly, only by rumors, the ones that said he was a man-whore, but that was the past, he’s been obsessed with you all this time now. the mistake you made was to say such thing to him, the fact that you were so sweet and precious made his heart flutter ten times faster, almost as if you just shot a bullet that buried a hole in it. he fell in love three times harder, if it was possible. and gojo satoru, he did not waste any second. but the moment he thrusted into you for the first time, it was so languid and abrupt that he came inside your pussy shamelessly, and all the way in, whispering thousands of fucks, grunts and sorries. however, that didn’t stop him from going on and fucking you, he was holding onto your hips, leaning so close to your torso that both could mutually feel each other’s heartbeats, and his was incredibly faster than yours. the man immediately regained his strength once he’s heard a soft whine come out of your lips, that was enough to send shivers down his spine, blushing ears and neck, he was drunkenly in love with you.

“uhh, fuck, fuck, my angel, ‘m so sorry, gonna make ya feel good, so good, i promise, promise.” gojo blurted out in a state of despair, sniffing your arousing scent as he buried his head into the crook of your comforting neck. your arms wrapped around his broad shoulder and muscular back, rutting his cock inside your tight wet cum-full cunt that clenched around him each and every time. there was just something about all of you that made him insatiable and crazy, he was getting more and more insane for you. he’s fucking the cum he spurted all the way inside your cervix, he’s kissing and bruising it like no tomorrow with the fat tip of his cock, and you love it more than anything in the world, forgetting that you even asked him to be gentle, because he was being the complete opposite, and you loved it.

licking the sweat from your neck, gojo satoru could not resist but also take a bite on your alive flesh, and you moaned in both pain and pleasure, hugging him tighter with your pussy, arms and legs. he could hear you mewl and whine all day long, he could fuck your pussy until the hole stretched just right for him all day long, all year long. your neck is attacked with bites leaving marks of all types, soft pecky ones, small, large, licked ones, bruising ones. if it wasn’t enough for the man to mark his seed into you, he had to show in your skin what he could and would do to you when no one was looking, and to know he’s the only one to observe the pornographic expression and sounds you left, that was the peak for him, and it made his brain pulse and blood boil possibly to the point of evaporation.

“y-ya love me, y/n? you do, right?” he moaned, sinking his hands beside your face on the sheets to stabilize his shivering, and to stare better down at your contorted body, still holding onto him, scratching his skin. for an instant, his hips weren’t fucking non-sense into you, not halting, but with an air that made your heart sink down to your stomach. then in a second, gojo satoru pounded deep in, pulling almost out with lowest speed possible, taking time in between to admire you take a breath in to prepare for his next attack. the next thrust that was abrupt, rough, frazzled and onslaught. silencing you before you could even answer him, and even though he saw your devastated state, he saw you holding onto his own moving hips, eyes threatening to close shut, mouth overlapping with cut-off moans, he wanted you to answer, immediately. your blood flow slowed down, as soon as you opened your eyes, and then notice him staring down at you with eyes of lunacy and passion, fuck, it drove you closely to his level of insanity as he wrapped his hand around your neck, and choked. you couldn’t tell if you loved it or feared it, that feeling of your heart sinking into a void, he kept rutting into you over and over again, his cock overstimulated, your clit aching, your nipples burning, your pussy pulsing and letting gushing sounds echo around the place while you jolted at every move. “you love me, right, baby?” he moaned vulnerably, cursing under his breath. “you won’t ever fucking leave me right? i k-know you won’t, cause, cause i love you so much, ugh, fuck, i love you, love you, love you, love you, love you…” his hand covering your entire neck and pressing both the places that restrained your blood and air flow, your head nearly exploding, and all you could do, other than grip onto his suffocating wrist, was open your mouth and cough a whine that called his name so sharply, with so much fear and desire. his eyes brightened in a split second, as if he’d woken up from a trance, and immediately let go off your reddened neck, letting you cough once and get caught with a whine stuck on your throat. gojo satoru still going, and forcefully making his path all the way inside every spot of yours, rubbing your neglected clit, longing for a response, his eyes wouldn’t blink or move a single centimeter away from your beautiful face, and it made you just yell more for him.

“ohh, love it, ‘toru! i love you s’much toru! fuck, fuck!” pulling and pushing your legs wide open, pressing them beside you, as he thrusted, with jolting body twice more, he stretched you like the spine of a new book. gojo satoru as much as he wanted to cum again inside you, he knew things that made him wait for it a little longer, his self-control was high enough to make him wait for you. it made it harder for him once he saw tears come out of your eyes, and he truly accepted that something was wrong with him for wishing to fuck you harder, since he was the one to make you cry these tears of overwhelm.

“want you to cum for me, let me see you cum, okay? hm, fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.” he begged, filling you with compliments and more cock. biting the sides of your breasts and sucking them and your neck too, holding your hands, instead of legs, putting them beside your head. all of that as he also bruised your lips with breathtaking kisses, his tongue moved in all angles and reached all spots, as well as his cock. he moved fast and was quick-witted to adjust easily, he was absurdly overtaking every puff of air and bit of energy from you. you thought you’d faint, but in reality, no thoughts could come and go into your mind, you were too busy feeling how good he treated you.

“s-slow-do-wn, ‘toru.” you asked in between kisses, whenever possible, muffling even your own words as his lips and tongue licked every space in your mouth. he couldn’t stop, he would not stop. moaning into him, as soon as that special spot’s been reached and bullied several times in just a few seconds, eyes rolling to the top of your head when something devastating led your back to arch more, toes curl and body shudder, you were dazed and disoriented, head exploding. noticing that not only were you coming, but gojo let himself do the same, together —because he know it’d create an unbreakable bond— and he’s again, emptying his entire load of cum into your cunt that’s numb and squirting all you could. he is balls deep, kissing your cervix, letting it receive his semen, his cock still shortly fucking it into you. and he had his lips onto yours, pulling away for an inch, a ghost gasp leaving him as you try to catch your breath. your nails are digging crevices into his back.

“you’re fucking mine, for all eternity, you know i’ll never leave you, right? i’ll fill you to the brim with love, ‘kay, my dear angel?

🔖 @reiners-milkbiddies @yourfavouritepineapple @angiefucks @lilithlunas @nchuuyahq @poesexual @sacvh @youseebbiggirl @xdxdyg @missyasma

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if it’s not in the comic it’s not inherently canon. this includes my own posts that aren’t just explanations of things that are in/relevant to the events of SOHAE. Playlists are canon and fics are canon as indicated.

What is the time span/timeline of SOHAE?

There’s no precise timeline for SOHAE but around/over 2 years from start to finish

*While I understand that SOHAE uses T*ylor Sw*ft's music I do not want to discuss her, the metatext around her, and her personal life on this blog* I appreciate the effort to separate her music within SOHAE from her personal life and from making 1:1 comparisons to her career trajectory. Thank you!

please note: the characters in SOHAE are based on my interpretation of the book descriptions. the initial art for SOHAE was started prior to casting announcements and when Walker was casted the decision was made to ignore the tv cast regardless of who was chosen due to the young age of the actors and the fact that SOHAE skews mature in content. its my personal belief that there can be multiple equally canon versions of the same character especially as adaptions come out and i do not tolerate anyone who dismisses the casting or describes book versions as the “true” version, these comments will be removed immediately and the people will be blocked from all blogs. i will continue to use whichever version of my designs for the character works best for the work.

[holocene-sims]

for the OC asks!! 🍤 🥨 and 🍜 feel free to answer for whichever OC you want (but Henry is lowkey my fave hehe)

aww thank you so much for sending me questions!! 💜💙 i will definitely answer for henry - honestly, you're even reading my mind here because i was just telling myself the other day i should do more with him outside his role in the story. he's a fun character; i have a soft spot for him, too, and this is a good opportunity to dive into his personality and tastes a bit more 😅

🍤 what's their opinion on seafood?

he loves seafood! it's his favorite type of food, really, and if he were dying tomorrow and could have only one last meal, he'd want haemul kalguksu aka seafood noodle soup 🍽️

🥨 brunch picnic time with friends/partner(s)/companions/[insert your ocs' close people here]! what is your oc bringing?

i need to make a picnic post omg that would be so cute

anyway, the thing about henry is that he is comically bad at cooking 🙈 he and soobin have a mutually beneficial arrangement that she will do all the cooking, provided he does all the cleaning, so henry is never going to roll up to a picnic with homemade food, not unless you want burnt toast and very haphazardly chopped fruit.

however, what he *can* do well is make drinks. he's the kind of person who uses a french press and buys coffee that isn't ground up yet. he has high standards, that is. so, i think he'd show up to brunch with a variety of iced drinks, like coffee, tea, mocktails, etc., anything that keeps well in pitchers or kettles. he'd probably bring one of those letterboards, too, and use it as a daily drink menu sign!

🍜 do they love cooking dinner or would they rather eat somewhere else or order takeout?

for reasons (see above), he is not a fan of cooking! he's happy to, you know, set timers and measure out spices for soobin or someone else while they cook, but if it's just henry at home alone or soobin is either not in the mood or unable to cook, he is undoubtedly going out to eat or getting takeout. he'll go out to sit-down restaurants if soobin or a friend more generally are down to go with him (he's also not a fan of going to restaurants alone), but if no one is available or doesn't feel like it, he'll just get takeout.

[jayselegy]

To whichever one of my mutuals kept posting about The Terror, thank you 🙏

[the-ampersand]

Since I am still chewing on the DIE Stapling post, I am going to do another about effort mechanics in ttrpgs because I am trying to write that Blasphemous inspired Trophy Gold hack (placeholder name: Penance). And one of the coolest mechanics for Trophy is its Risk Roll, which is basically an effort mechanic.

"But, Ampersand, what is an effort mechanic?" I hear you ask, dear mutual I am making up in my head. An effort mechanic allows you to reroll an action you have already attempted but failed or to get a bonus to a roll at the expense of some resource. Usually, that resource being the character's health. But it can also be something else like clues in an investigative game or even a narrative consequence (but that's usually called a Devil's Bargain).

The important part is that it gives a benefit but requires a sacrifice. And that's when the whole fanfare of psychoeconomics start. Because you need the sacrifice to be big enough to give the player pause and not use it every roll. And also you need the benefit to be significant enough to make it worth the risk and the expense. If properly adjusted, an effort mechanic can become a slow but sure spiral into the characters downfall.

Let's look at some examples!

Numenera is the first system I learn that had such a mechanic (but certainly was not the first ever). It is pretty straightforward in its implementation, too. You spend a fixed amount of the appropriate life pool and you get to reduce the difficulty of a task. Easy enough. But Numenera, being a tradgame as it is, the power creep upends any weight of the sacrifice. Once you level up enough, your pools become deep enough as to make effort something to just add to whichever skill roll you thought it needed a bit more oomph. This is not something wrong per se, but it can easily make your characters overly competent!

On the other hand, there's Dungeon Crawl Classics. DCC is a peculiar OSR game in that it is a really spiced up retroclone, wriggling DnD B/X ruleset to a point where it is almost unrecognizable. I am sure there are plenty effort mechanics peppered in the text, but I want to point out its magic system because I absolutely adore it. To be a wizard in DCC requires active dedication. That is because almost every spell has a writeup of about an A4's length, filled with the various effects a spell may have once the dice is rolled. And the effect can be wildly different from a roll of 5-10 to a roll of as high as 30 or more. There are many ways in which you can tweak your narrative positioning to get bonuses to a spell roll (components, helpers, magic foci, whatever), but when the die is cast and the result is just not good enough you still have a last chance: to sacrifice your own atribute values to get one last push that might be the difference between a proper spell and a fiasco. This is the main cause of withering of elder wizards: they have sacrificed too much in order to achieve the power they sought.

And then, there's Trophy. Both Trophy Dark and Trophy Gold have excellent effort mechanics baked directly into their ADN thanks to the masterful procedure that is the Risk Roll. These are games in which you are tempted first and consumed later by an evil forest. You have a really small ruin pool and once it is filled, you are lost to injury or its dark influence. You are also a destitute adventurer that needs to get any gold or face almost certain death. So you need to get shit done, you need to amass enough successes as to bring bread home and you need to survive the process (or try to, at least). And that's when the Risk Roll comes and lures your with the most satisfying effort mechanic I've ever seen. You can always make a reroll, adding an extra die to your pool to boot. But if those extra dice, dark dice, ever become the highest ones, you automatically mark ruin. You get your success, yes. But you become closer to losing yourself. It exactly hits the spot between actually worth it and inescapably dooming the character.

Obviously not all games need to be about losing oneself to fate or circumstance, but I feel an effort mechanic very much pushes the narrative in that direction. You are sacrificing yourself, in order to achieve your goals.

And I think that's a quite powerful narrative device.

[ursachaotic]

Ok this might be a little weird and I want to tell this to you anonymously because I don't want to make you feel pressured into answering ^^' (let it be known I am a mutual of yours & I know we don't talk but I think you're really cool <:) Your genuine love for Gravity Falls and you excitement about The Book of Bill is kind of. Helping me rekindle old love for the franchise. I stopped interacting with it more or less involuntarily (bad experience with bad people) and felt bad that I can't get into it but honestly your interest did help me rediscover it, or at least start to do so. Like I've picked up my old Journal 3 a couple times this week, I thought about re-watching the show, I bookmarked the cheapest "to be released" listings for TBOB in the online shops in my country, I have the thisisnotawebsitedotcom bookmarked too. I've been picking up my hand-made-from-a-towel Bill plush and just looking at him. Thinking about trying to find his hat and make him a new bow because I took them off when it was just too awful to perceive.

I hope this isn't weird. I genuinely don't mean to be weird or trigger your anxiety or anything, I mean it. Your love for this show and everything around it is helping me a bit to rediscover my own, which is great, because as someone with interest in folklore, the paranormal and cryptids, GF was an amazing thing to discover. I myself made a grown up version of Dipper, who's a full-on cryptid hunter and wrote a lot of stories about him, later turning that concept into my own thing because it was too painful to keep but I loved all of the creatures I made and the lore and stuff. So I just took my ideas and moved it into my own thing, which is currently my most developed universe with my most beloved ocs.

This is lengthy. Sorry. Again, I genuinely don't want to creep you out, just, I'm glad I found you and your art and your comic and that you're so excited about your interests. Please know that you are never bad or annoying for loving what you love, please continue being so passionate about things, because it's really cool. You're cool. I hope you know that ^^ and, well, if not, I'm telling you. You're cool and your work is amazing.

(If you would prefer me to pm you feel free to post about it here or your personal? blog, whichever you're cool with, I'll probably see it and can just pm you with like "haha yeah I'm the long rekindled-interest anon" or you can answer this or just read & delete, I really don't mind if you don't want to answer ^^. Just, wanted to say this. Again I hope this isn't weird ;w; I swear I'm just a little adhd guy who used to love GF a lot, and possibly might be okay enough to start interacting with it on his own. And your love for the franchise helped.)

Hi this made me tear up (iN A GOOD WAY I PROMISE AHSDOFISADH I CRY WHEN I'M HAPPY LOL), this is seriously so, so sweet. Thank you so much for sending me this!! 🥹 I'm really glad that all of my silly Gravity Falls stuff has helped you get back into the show, and I hope you enjoy it and enjoy the Book of Bill if you get it!

Also, this seriously means a lot to me, especially because I'm actually really self-conscious about my interests and passions haha. I'm terrified of being seen as annoying, and there's been a lot of times recently where I've shut down out of the fear of being annoying about my interests. But I'm starting to not give a shit about whether or not people find me annoying online?? I want to be super vocal about something I adore so damn much cause it makes me happy! I've also been burnt out on drawing for a WHILE, but reading this book has given me so much inspiration, and drawing feels really fun and exciting again for the first time in a while! I struggle with depression a lot too, but my love for Bill and excitement about what's to come for the series has helped me feel really happy and kept me going for the first time in a bit. So, while I'm still scared of being perceived as annoying, I'm really happy right now and I want to keep doing stuff that makes me happy, even if that's just drawing Bill antagonizing me / my sona lmao. Seriously, thank you so much for sending me this! It's incredibly sweet and I'm really grateful that you did ;w;

Also you can absolutely reach out over DMs!! I would love to talk, but I hope you're having a wonderful day!! 🥹❤️

[sparklywaistcoat]

Making Some Changes

Hey, all, going forward I'm going to be using this tumblr to post all my meta, not just the Avengers stuff. But don't worry! I'm still going to be putting Avengers content here, except now it will be alongside other things I'm interested in and thinking about, and I'll still be reblogging the cool Avengers stuff y'all post on here.

I'm still deciding whether to change the name of my tumblr or not, so for now that remains sparklywaistcoat.

Whenever I post something here I will also post it to whichever of my WordPress blogs is relevant for my followers on there, and cross-linking it here in case anyone prefers to read longer-form stuff on WordPress rather than on tumblr. Comments and conversation will be welcome both here and on WordPress.

Here are the WordPress blogs (links below the cut):

Feather Dusters at 400 Yards (Avengers only, both fic and meta)

Maunderlust (books, film, and television, other than the Avengers).

A Dish of Orts (art, music, religion, politics, and life in general)

I'm also keeping my YouTube fanvid channel (link below the cut as well).

Thanks to all my mutuals for being here, and I look forward to having more interesting conversations with you!

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Look Outside The Window

Jay Merrick/Skully x M!Reader

Last Edited: July 4, 2021 12:03 AM

TW: stalking, obsessive behavior

Requested: no

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: these used 2 be posted but i deleted them after some comments made me hate them. however, i found them again recently n may end up adding more. i also do not hate them anymore. tws will be in the notes before every chapter and some will be put in the additional tags. the character is also in the notes/summary before each chapter. (The 1st 4 r old n unedited)

You had needed an out. You needed to get away from home. Your parents did nothing but trap you there. You couldn’t make your own decisions or even buy anything with your own money without them talking you down or insulting you over it. They wanted you to live with them and go by their rules. They didn’t care about what you wanted in life and only saw you as their “little boy”. You weren’t a child anymore; you were a young adult. They were constantly trying to infantilize you and you hated it. You were a young adult and you needed to branch out, make mistakes, and move on. So that’s what you did. You left home after finding a house-sitting job.

The job would last a few months, which was odd to you. Why house sit for months on end? The owners didn’t tell you anything. You didn’t even call. You emailed them and they emailed you. Every interaction with the couple was through emails. Or at least, you think the person messaging you is in a relationship. It sounded that way. One part of the email said, “We’ll be leaving the house to you. My partner and I are going on vacation for a few months. You can watch and live in the house while there. Your pay will be sent to you in a check via mail. The groceries will be delivered to you once a week. May you watch it carefully.” The last part gave you a sense of foreboding, almost like you should be watching out for something out in the house deep in the woods.

When you had arrived at the house, you were pleasantly surprised to find it very tidy. Everything was spotless in the two-story home. It held four bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was a dining room, living room, family room, kitchen, foyer, dressing area, and a nook. Overall, a large house. Well, a large house for a simple couple. Perhaps the couple has quite a bit of money? Especially if they’re going on vacation for a few months and are paying you a large sum to simply watch the lonely house in the woods.

The first few days were fine. Nothing really happened other than the feeling of being watched. What creeped you out the most though was that you never heard any birds. It was always silent outside. Silent and still. There was barely any wind thanks to the dense forestry. Despite that, the feeling of being watched continued. Sometimes, though, you would hear gentle buzzing in your ears. It reminded you of bees but it sounded more like an old tape. Whenever you heard it, it seemed like static covered your eyesight. You could still see, but the static was like a film over your sight. Whenever you would look in the mirror, your eyes seemed to have a slight glaze over them. Of course, there wasn’t much you could do and no amount of searching the internet seemed to help.

By the second week, you were hearing birds. There was something… off about them. They didn’t sound lively. They sounded hollow. Almost like something was mimicking them. You would hear them next to whichever window you were closest to as well. It was like something was by the window, mimicking the birds only when you’re there. It didn’t happen all throughout the day either. It only happened when you weren’t doing something. If you were to turn off the television, ready to get started on a meal, the chirping and singing would start up. Because of how hollow and synthetic it sounded, shivers would run all over your body. It didn’t help that the static over your vision seemed to get slightly worse whenever it would happen; the buzzing in your ears also seemed to get louder. At night, however, there was no chirping or singing. The static seemed to have tripled at that point though and the buzzing was so loud that you could barely hear your heartbeat and breathing.

By the first month, you were looking outside constantly. The bird noises seemed to happen constantly by now and notes started to appear around your home. When you would try to sleep, the hollow tune of the birds would be there despite the fact that no birds were out. The buzzing was so loud that it was all you would hear. The static was so bad that it completely covered your sight; it was like looking at a static screen. The notes terrified you. There were never any footprints in the snow outside and you were the only one in the home. You believed, at first, that you were writing them. Maybe you had been half asleep and wrote them. But that changed when the notes didn’t match your handwriting and started to be… weird.

You look handsome today. One said. Do you like the birds? They don’t seem very lively though. Another read. I wish you would see me. You always know I’m there thanks to the static and buzzing. Maybe we’ll meet soon. More and more would come in. They were always placed where you’d see them. A window. The fridge. Even on the television. They were taped there, all signed with an S. One was even on your bedroom door. How did someone get in and out without leaving any footprints or any evidence behind? You didn’t know but it started to make you close every curtain and try to raise the volume of everything, trying so hard to drown out the unlively birds.

Today was just like the last few. The static over your vision makes it hard to see right with how thick it is. The buzzing in your ears is loud, but not loud enough to drown out the synthetic birds. You make breakfast for yourself, dressed in some simple sleepwear. The breakfast you make doesn’t take too long, just some scrambled eggs and toast with jam. You eat in silence; well, not entirely in silence thanks to the buzzing and birds. When you finish your breakfast, you wash the plate and other utensils you had used to make your meal. Once done, you decided to do some light stretching in the living room. There wasn’t much you could do in the home. Outside was too cold for you to explore the wilderness without sustaining frostbite.

All of the curtains were closed except for one. It was the closest to the television. You were going to close it before spotting the note taped on the box. You stare at the note before tearing it off the screen. It reads: Look Outside The Window . You pause, staring at the note. The buzzing slowly starts to get louder just as the static over your sight starts to worsen. The birds, however, stop chirping. There’s only the buzzing. Slowly, you look towards the window. Nothing. Nothing but still snow.

A small smile worms its way only your face, mocking. A small, forced chuckle leaves your lips before you turn around, ready to head back into the kitchen to make some tea to calm your beating heart. You freeze though when you see the figure standing in the doorway. The beige-orange coat covers most of their figure while the black-ish blue hood covers their face. They have on a pair of gloves, the same colour as their hood. Their pants are a simple pair of jeans while their shoes seem to be black combat boots. Seeing a figure in your home is terrifying, yes. It wouldn’t have been as scary if the figure didn’t have a mask on. The mask was an off-white-ish colour with black eyeholes, high black eyebrows, and a box shape for the mouth, somewhat resembling teeth.

You both stand there, no one moving. The buzzing is so loud now that you can barely hear your own heart and breathing. The static is so bad that you can barely see the figure clearly. “IT’s NiCe To FiNaLlY mEeT yOu, [Redacted],” They, or he, says. His voice sounded weird. It was like a mix of different pitches and he couldn’t decide which one was best and went with all of them. You didn’t think though, only acted. You quickly dropped the note and fled the living room. You could hear him following you as you ran for the back door. You slam into it, trying to unlock it. “YoU dOn’T wAnT tO gO oUtSiDe! It’S tOo CoLd FoR yOu. EsPeCiAlLy WiTh HoW yOu’Re DrEsSeD!” You don’t listen though, not even as he slowly approaches you. With a final turn of the knob, the door is flung open and you run out into the snow.

It’s cold and stings your feet. You run and run and run. You don’t once look back, too scared that he may be right there. You don’t hear him following you, but that’s due to the buzzing. It’s so loud now that it’s all you can hear. You’re basically running blind; the static is so thick that seeing your surroundings is almost impossible. You stumble around mostly, hands in front of you so you don’t run face-first into any trees.

You’re unsure of how long you have been running. All you know for sure is that you can’t see anything anymore, the buzzing is starting to give you a headache, you feel like you’re sweating buckets beside the fact that your legs, arms, fingers, and toes are going numb. It isn’t long before you collapse. You’re breathing heavily, panting in the snow. You can feel yourself shaking despite feeling so hot, so overheated. Your hair sticks to your forehead as you continue to sweat. You try to move, to drag yourself somewhere but your body refuses. You lay there, your eyes open despite them wanting to close. The static is still strong, just like the buzzing. They scream danger but your body refuses to listen.

As more time passes, you feel yourself slowly going numb, your eyes fluttering every now and then, trying to close. The static slowly starts to fade away until it’s back to the normal, barely there, state. The buzzing fades into a gentle hum, it barely being able to be heard. You can hear how heavy your breaths are and see the pure white of the snow. One of your hands is in front of you, pale and slowly turning blue. Frostbite will, or already has, set in. Were you going to die out here? Here, all alone. Nothing to your name. No one looking for you besides your parents. Who would find your body? Or would the masked man hide your body away, letting it decay somewhere?

You can hear the crunch of the snow and gentle humming coming your way. It seems the man has come for you. His pace is slow, not at all rushed. Soon enough, he walks into your field of vision. He crouches down, sitting on the balls of his feet. His gloved hand is brought up before it comes through your hair. “LoOk At YoU. A sHiVeRiNg, HaNdSoMe MeSs. As MuCh As I lIkE hOw YoU lOoK rIgHt NoW, bEiNg VuLnErAbLe AnD aLl, YoU’rE tUrNiNg BlUe,” As soon as those words leave his mouth, he scoops you up in his arms, holding you close to him tightly. “DoN’t WoRrY. I’lL tAkE gOoD cArE oF yOu. I lOvE yOu ToO mUcH nOt To. YoU’lL bE sAfElY tUcKeD aWaY iN tHaT hOuSe, WiTh Me By YoUr SiDe To KeEp YoU cOmPaNy. NoW dOeSn’T tHaT sOuNd NiCe?”

[ozarkthedog]

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