I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.
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I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you
Hey Lis!! I do this thing sometimes called random ask thursday (the name is self explanatory lol) to get to know my moots better. You can send me asks too if you like:). So I wanted to ask about a thing I see you like that I know next to nothing about...what is Love&Deep Space?? Who are these guys lmao? Always good to have moots with different interests, diversifies the ecosystem😌. Also I revamped my blog! Hope you like this one as much as the old one! The header is Raphael's The Triumph of Galatea! I'm gonna change my header every month to a different painting I like (well this one is a fresco not a painting but well🫥).
Oh Sofi I had to sit up for this 🐄 it's so serious!!!
Love & Deepspace is a Chinese romance ARPG, considered the biggest in the genre and one of the highest grossing gacha games since its release. It has such insane battle mechanics, complex lore and storylines, and amazing features. Like we literally have a period tracker (with care messages,) and even a quality time system where we can exercise, work, study and sleep with our beau of choice. Also a literal home system, that's basically the Sims (you decorate your house yourself, you garden, and the guys do whatever they want all the while) 🚬
So far we have had five love interests; Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus and Caleb. The first three were all released with the launch of the game, but the other two took some time.
You have a customizable persona/main character, and it's generally a self insert game, except for a minority who chooses otherwise. You collect "memories" which are story cards you can play, they either come in solo banners or multibanners.
They also have meta companions of the LIs you can collect through what we call a "Myth," they're basically their past or future lives with the player.
So, in-game we had all these signs about a sixth love interest eventually coming, so we were looking forward to it, and it took a while, until he was announced last month.
Since we didn't have battle updates to get currency from for months, or really interesting content, most people were getting burnout. But with that teaser alone, the fandom was more alive than it's ever been 😭 they dangled a nerdy clingy werewolf with biceps bigger than life itself in our faces for like a week and then basically hell broke loose. A loud portion on the CN side thought he was "ugly" and "too masculine that he looks gay" "made for the African market" ??? Like I need a gun right in this instant.
They ran a campaign of false information that was extremely serious, it was genuinely baffling to see how they belittled national tragedies just to find a reason and erase a character they found unattractive. Eventually, and after only eight days, they got that sixth love interest, Valko, removed from the game.
It turned into this big thing in the gaming community, where everyone is demanding he comes back, even people outside the sphere. A whole boycott started that is destroying the game's company.
Things got so bad that even the government is involved now, and we don't know what's true or not anymore because of the influx of news since then.
It's beyond me how these people are supporting censorship as if it's not a tool of fascism. Besides, if a character is deleted from such a powerful game because they don't align with these stupid personal standards, then what does it mean for the future of romance, or gacha games as a whole? It's a total, wretched mess.
Despite all the bullying and negativity, the global fandom is doing really well in this character's name; adopting endangered wolves, sponsoring shelters and donating to charities. So the outcome has been positive. It's very lovely to witness!
This game is so important to me, truly. It had so many issues, but I loved it nonetheless, and I had faith in them being fixed. Now, my passion has faded. And I'm currently partaking in the boycott.
It's such a pity how they shot themselves in the foot when it was just so easy to ignore. Now they lost too much money to make up for easily 🤷♀️ It's terrifying that one portion of the playerbase is prioritized over others, and it can change the trajectory of everything at once.
The only way to rectify the situation is to bring Valko back. And I know it sounds like such a low possibility, but I still have hope.
Oh my god, sorry for yapping!!! Most of this is just about the plane that hit the L&DS tower. But I'm just a lad who loves lads.
Thank you so much for the ask, Sofi 🩷🥹 I really enjoy talking about this. I love love love your blog as always, it's a museum.
And again I apologize for the Valko rant, this went triple platinum in my house I even told my family about it lmao.
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cw ✦ smut, drabble, werewolf bf, slight somnophilia if you squint, ooc, marking, size difference, piv, knotting, banter
“Fuck, my bad, babe,” he laughs under his breath, righting you before you can roll off the bed, “Didn’t mean to knock ya over like that.”
How he can even joke around in a time like this is beyond you: you’re still coming down from your second orgasm, the ceiling hasn’t stopped spinning along with the fan, and you’re having trouble forming a full sentence- although his name can still be discerned somewhere within that mumbling mess.
Now that your lack of composure has been addressed— all that isn’t to say Valko’s fairing any better.
A few spasms of your pussy, your blunt teeth sinking into the sweaty skin of his neck out of reflex, and then—
He’s flinching into you so hard, chasing that feeling so blindly, that he nearly topples you backward.
If the puppers back at home knew how easily you reduced him to an over-eager, pathetic dog, they might be less inclined to revere him so much, but he doesn’t plan on losing brownie points with them any time soon.
No harm no foul, right?
Enough clarity finds you to accept his apology, “I-It’s okay,” And the fog in your vision dissipates just enough to focus on his slightly worried portrait, golden eyes striking through the dim, early morning light like two burning coals.
It’s after confirming your wellbeing that he laughs again and hugs you closer, gathering your whole weight in his arms with all the same ease of picking up a leaf, pulling you directly under him this time. No chance you’ll slip from his grasp. No way.
The whole cuddle-fucking position is nice- reeeeal nice, babe, honestly- and now that he knows you’re cool with him waking you up like this, he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, but good ol’ missionary’s never failed him, either.
“There. That’s better,” he smirks, the image of mischief.
Draped over you like this, six foot something and so big and strong it makes you lose your train of thought, your boyfriend is your veritable shield against the world— and you quietly suppose, sometimes, he’s your shield against common sense, too.
Because when he leans in to suckle your neck, fangs brushing over your pulse point before he peppers an endearingly soft kiss there, any remainder of it leaves in a gust.
“Valko-“
One second, he’s zealously lining his swollen cockhead up to your hole, rubbing it against your wet folds either to tease or prepare you for round three (probably a mix of both), and then the next, he’s slamming back home again- without the intent of sending you flying, this time, even if it was only accidental to begin with.
The squeak you let out is obscene enough to belong in a porno. And now, it belongs in the pocket of your boyfriend, forever available during silly arguments whenever he urgently needs something to lord over you.
Oxygen evades you for a moment. Feeling him press deep inside and then even deeper still.
What’s the superlative of full?
There is no place inside you he does not reach and stuff to the brim.
He adores the broken little moans he coaxes from your lips; they’re a serious competitor to the nails that dig into his back, marking him as your territory. With all the hickies spanning your collarbone, the finger-shaped bruises on your thighs and ass, shallow scratches in the fat of your hips— clumsily-left proof of his enthusiasm— it’s only fair you get your get-back, too.
“You’re really cute, you know…?” He murmurs absently, a delicate shade of pink scattering along his prominent cheekbones.
Red ears twitch atop his head, a fluffy tail curling around your ankle, instinctively seeking out your warmth as he ruts into you.
You don’t know what to do with your limbs, you honestly don’t need them at this point because your boyfriend is putting in all the work. But you think he appreciates it anyway when you dumbly reach up to scratch at his fuzzy ear, because the full-bodied groan that tears from his chest, then, his claws momentarily elongating, belongs to an animal, something that lives in a den and not a cute girl’s apartment.
He hisses. “Fuck, pancake,” that god-awful nickname just makes you wetter, and the toothy grin he buries underneath your jaw tells you everything you need to know about how pleased he is to get away with using it scot free. “Better hold onto me tighter. You’ll roll away again.”
“That was your fault!” You don’t know if the sound you make is a giggle or a wail, but combined with the lewd squelches ringing out with every hard thrust, it makes your eyes glaze over with embarrassment.
“Wasn’t…” he mumbles, enjoying every moment of your bickering, although he’s already forgetting what about.
“You… mmh, got too carried away again,” you reaffirm, and he huffs at the shell of your ear, nipping it once just to spite you because he knows you’re too hare-brained to properly retaliate right now.
“Carried away?” A dry huff. “Me? Nuh-uh.”
For all his adamance that he’s cool calm and collected, his tail oddly resembles a wind mill behind him, forgetting its place at your side when you massage his ear again- if only to solidify your point. It’s automatic: the uncontrollable, almost pitiable wobble of his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut as he briefly squeezes your waist a little too tight for comfort.
When he recovers from the touch, resting his sharp nose between your breast, he flashes you a hungry look, lashes dewy from want.
You’re swiftly reminded that your boyfriend is equal parts man and equal parts wolf.
“So we’re taking cheap shots now, are we?” A large hand shifts lower, the callous pad of his index finding your puffy clit and immediately giving it no reprieve. You react accordingly- crying out, squirming, arching up into him like bucking cattle, but Valko just delivers a crooked, faltering smile, relishing in the way your warm walls clamp down on him, milking him for all he’s worth.
His rugged voice lilts, “Let me do the same, then.”
Regret, wicked excitement- whatever it is- something stirs in the pit of your belly when you hazily register the rapid swelling at the base of his cock, fattening just outside your wet seam where he rams repeatedly and then—
All those times you went camping together, lied on a blanket underneath a twinkling swath of stars, yet none of it quite compares to the ones you see when his knot pops in for the first time.
Sooo our husband’s gone to war but he’ll be back. until then, take this shabby ooc drabble 💕 here’s to keeping him alive 🐺 also i’ll stand by the fact pancake is such a cute nickname & i pray he calls us that hehe :,) BRING VALKO BACK!!!! as usual, reblogs are appreciated
