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outey-spacey · 6 hours

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more old moon knight art. i went through a sickeningly intense 1 month obsession w this silly little show

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outey-spacey · 7 days

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Thinking of how there's the option to eat the tadpole in bg3 and how laios would probably eat it if he was in the game

(Senshi only stops him so he can eat it gourmet/cooked)

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outey-spacey · 9 days

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Moon Knight gag reel🌙

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outey-spacey · 23 days

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Tattoo Artist AU pt1

Laurent Leclaire x F!Reader

Around 1000 words

You sit nervously in the waiting room, your knee bouncing. It’s your first tattoo, and to say you’re anxious is an understatement. A man walks out from the back and smiles at you, dark curls atop his head.

“Are you here for the 10am appointment?” He asks. You nod and he offers you his hand. “I’m Laurent.” You smile and shake his hand, introducing yourself. “Ah, of course, you were here with Camilo for your consultation a few days ago.” He says.

“Isn’t Camilo doing the tattoo?” You ask and Laurent chuckles as he slowly lets go of your hand and you get shakily to your feet.

“No, no, he does consultations and appoints the best tattooist for the idea.” Laurent explains as he leads you through to the room he had emerged from. He looks you up and down, almost frowning. “You seem anxious. Did you bring anything to eat?” He asks.

“I brought a little bit of chocolate. Camilo recommended it.” You say shyly. Laurent smiles and gestures for you to sit down in the chair in the centre of the room, which you climb on top of less than gracefully.

“Unbutton your shirt.” He says as soon as you’ve turned around. “You wanted it on the back of your shoulder, correct?” He asks and you nod, unbuttoning your shirt with shaky hands. His fingers brush your hair out of the way and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

Laurent takes the stencil and gently presses it to your shoulder blade, applying the - what you would simply call ‘cold goop’ - to put the lines in place to ensure the tattoo matches what you want. He watches you from behind as he waits for the stencil to take on your skin. “What made you choose this design?”

You smile and shrug gently. “It’s from my favourite film,” is all that you say. He chuckles and nods, although you can tell that he’s not laughing at you.

You sit quietly as he removes the stencil and helps you to sit down with your front pressed against the chair, all but straddling it as he braids your hair out of the way.

“If you need me to stop at any point, you let me know, okay? I won’t charge for the extra time.” You smile and nod that you understand, resting your head on the top of the chair as you hear the tattoo gun turning on. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You mumble and you can hear him chuckle again. “Yes, I mean, yes.” You correct quickly, your cheeks burning. You can almost feel him smiling at you. The needle presses against your skin and your breath hisses through your teeth as you will your body to stay completely still.

“Easy, easy, keep breathing,” he instructs, his voice in equal parts firm and soft. You close your eyes and focus your breathing, inhaling slowly and then exhaling. “Good girl.” He murmurs offhandedly and your cheeks blaze red. You’ve never been more grateful to have your back to someone.

By the time you’re halfway through the tattoo, you need a break. Laurent is watching your every move and you don’t even have to say anything. “Lets take five minutes,” he says with a smile. You nod, exhaling shakily. “You’re doing amazing.” His voice is far more gentle than you expect.

“I didn’t expect it to feel so… scratchy. I thought it would be more of a sharp pain but…” he moves around to the front of the chair as he switches the size of the needle attached to the gun to get to the more detailed lines.

“I hear that a lot. I would never say that it doesn’t hurt, but a lot of people exaggerate it.” Laurent says. “The pain might get a little bit worse now because the needle is thinner and the sound is louder, sometimes that can have the effect of more pain. Are you holding up okay?” He asks, and you can see genuine concern in his eyes.

“I’m okay.” You assure him. He smiles, moving back to sit behind you. Something about his smile stays in your mind as his hand brushes your neck to keep your hair out of the way as he begins the next section of the tattoo. You flinch and he hesitates. “I’m okay.” you repeat. He doesn’t argue and gets back to work, the lines flowing almost effortlessly as he permanently etches your design to your skin.

Something about him being the one doing it makes it even better for you.

Someone so beautiful leaving a permanent mark on you adds to your endorphins, to the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Okay, are you ready to see?” Laurent’s soft voice makes you jump and he bites back a chuckle. You nod eagerly and hear a clicking sound before he wraps the tattoo and tapes the wrap to your skin. You button up your shirt and look over your shoulder to him as he shows you his phone screen.

The tattoo is more beautiful than you had ever imagined it being. He seems to have woven his soul into the work, and you can see it. You smile at him as you turn around fully and throw your arms around him.

“Thank you.” You whisper and he smiles, gently wrapping his arms around you, careful not to touch your shoulder.

You could swear the price he gives you is half of what was quoted but you’re floating so high on endorphins and adrenaline that you barely register it. He passes you a business card for “if anything goes wrong” and you smile and nod and walk out of the shop.

It takes until you get to the end of the street for you to look at the business card you were given.

Call me if you want to get a coffee - LL x

You could swear that you float even higher as you begin to text the number.

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outey-spacey · 1 month

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“You’re not gonna die. Let me save us.”

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outey-spacey · 1 month

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Angel Dust - In My Style

I have been obsessing over Hazbin Hotel lately and HAD to draw Angel Dust in my style. I might do more characters too idk yet!

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outey-spacey · 2 months

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairing: Android!Nathan Bateman x GN!Depressed!Reader Summary: Your therapist advises you buy an android as a companion. He's a pain. Warnings: None, just fluff. WC: 1.5k Thank you @jinjersnapz for beta reading :*

The moment he stepped out of the box you wanted a refund. Thinly veiled disappointed creased his eyebrow and tugged down his lips as the android, Nathan, took in the cabin. It wasn't much, that you'd concede, wooden floors, walls and roof with a bathroom, office, kitchenette, living room and bedroom. The basic rooms filled with what one needed to live, or as your therapist called it “bare essentials” and “not willing to take up your own space”. Bullshit, essentially.

And now the result of not listening to said bullshit was taking in your abode like it was a one star Air BnB that posted fake five star reviews. He probably wanted a refund as much as you. That was an accurate description of life since he was shipped into it, ‘I want a refund.’

“You're wasting time.” Said the most annoying alarm clock since the creation of alarm clocks.

You only responded by turning over and pulling the covers over your head before they were ripped off the bed and cold air attacked your now exposed and cold skin.

“Stop spending all your time in bed just to go bitch to your therapist about how you're worthless and your life has no meaning. Either get your ass up or I'll dismantle the bed and hide the screws.”

The petty, blunt asshole would. Last week he messed with the dryer's wiring, leaving your bed sheets wet until you finished your book (that he'd recommended, ordered on your Amazon and held you at laundry point to read), citing “intellectual enrichment” as the reason.

Getting out of bed was rewarded with him asking for a cup of coffee while he worked out (apparently the extra use of his metal tendons strengthened them over time), knowing full well he'd only complain about it being cheap. It was a hellish routine, but a routine nonetheless, as your therapist annoyingly felt the need to point out every session. Begrudgingly, you'd also be forced to admit it was the truth. He got you out of bed, engaging with the house, energizing yourself and having some sort of start for the day.

“Why don't we go out for a hike?” Nathan rounded you to grab the steaming cup of coffee, grimacing at the taste.

Broad shoulders rolled openly, clad in simple grey tank top and black joggers. Despite knowing he had no skin, no actual flesh underneath the tanned synthetic layers stretched over his biceps looked soft enough to bite. Not that you'd let the android know.

“A hike? Outside? Today?” The spontaneous request caught you off guard, already openly reluctant.

The deadpan stare he gave you behind the silver frames wasn't fond.

“You live in Butt-Fuck Nowhere and want to just sit in this shitehole. Wasting your innate opportunity to explore nature's beauty.”

“Yeah, I do. Have a fun hike Nathan.” That statement was meant to be closed by you swiftly turning and walking back to your room, but a warm, calloused hand gripped your arm sternly and rooted you to the spot.

“How am I meant to have fun if you aren't there to bug? A walk in nature is an easy hack to ease your disease riddled brain and you don't take advantage of it. It's a wonder androids haven't taken over yet.”

The way he refused to handle you and your depression like a porcelain doll was something you loathed to love about him. How odd that an arrogant android treated you with the most humanity.

“I'll upload a virus into your cloud if you don't let me go, see who has a ‘disease riddled organ then.”

“An STD threat, how cute. Try successfully updating your Sims mod folder and I'll personally walk you through the virus myself.” Logically, there shouldn’t be a lively spark in his eyes, but it was there all the same, goading you into spats with him, time and time again.

“I bought you, the least you could do is fix my Sims!” Another thing you hated needing from him was the way he fed and stoked your fire, turning you from dying embers to a roaring bonfire. It always happened before you were aware of it, always when he got that cocky smirk as if this was exactly what he wanted.

And following routine he simply walked away, rolling those ridiculously handsome shoulders to add salt to the wound and leaving you to seeth.

“Hurry up and get ready.”

When you finally crested the hill, sun shining down through dark pine trees, birds chirping around you, part of you conceded it was worth it. The other part was whining over the stitch aching at your side.

“God I feel like death.” The panting breaths came out as a fog in the cold forest, but Nathan paid no mind to the temperature or your whining.

You never once questioned his ability to enjoy the cold whistle of the wind, whether or not he could feel the numbing chill in his finger tips. Why did it matter why his favourite spot was the waterfall, always cold no matter the season, a hint of a smile plucking at synthetic lips when the mist tickled his beard. It didn’t occur that it should matter, but it was noticed by him the way your mouse didn’t entertain the news articles discussing the ethics of how closely androids now resembled a human, drawing comparisons to fictional history of Dune.

Nathan knew more than anyone that you weren’t the academic, whizzkid genius he was. Your mind physically could not scramble through numbers and piece together advanced mathematic equations. You weren’t book smart, but it wasn’t something he considered lacking.

You dismissed stupid opinions (like the aforementioned article) as if they didn’t exist to you as easily as you stood toe to toe with him to defend other stupid opinions (Aristotle was just some annoying old guy). You were acutely aware of your depression, the way your mind functioned against you and plodded on, taking it in your stride your own way.

As you keeled over, huffing out cold whisps, his dark brown eyes scanned every inch of you. There was no part of you he hadn’t cataloged and stored carefully in his memory banks, no quirk or habit was unfamiliar to him. Yet it always felt like a small surprise to see them unfold in the intimate privacy of the small bubble you both shared.

“Why’re you staring? You better not say I told you so, I’ll ship you back and enjoy going back to my solitude inside.”

“You wouldn’t have to be alone. You’re pretty enough to coax someone into your little hovel.” Said like a passing comment on the gathering clouds.

“Pretty?” Said as a reaction, completely caught off guard.

“Yeah? How many times do we need to go over how your mind will distort how you perceive reality before you finally listen to me, sweetheart?” How was he managing to still be so condescending while arguing about how beautiful you were, how the softly filtered sunlight through the trees settled against your hair like the sun was made to do just that

No wonder humans had wasted so much time on artsy poetic bullshit since the BC’s, beauty really could be all you had the capacity to think about.

“Based on what? I thought you didn’t abide by societal constructs Mr Bateman?” It was a shoddy attempt at acting normal, but the supercomputer android would’ve already noticed the quiver in your voice and the red dusting your face. Maybe if you pretended you didn’t know he could do that, he just wouldn’t.

“I’m abiding by my standards.” His eyes stared right into you. The words words hit you right in the stomach, no time to brace.

And he takes advantage of the hesitation.

“We both know I’m capable of noticing when you ogle me when I work out. We both know I'm equipt to sense when your heart rate picks up, which it does every time I lean over your shoulder to correct your shitty work. We both know I can literally measure the heat in your cheeks right now, want me to?”

The speed at which your head shook had your hair lashing your face, something that only grew his smirk.

“You sure?”

“Fuck yo-”

His lips were warm when they cut you off, subtly soft in contrast to the calloused hands cupping your face. Your mind instantly jumps to satisfaction that you’d been right in your assumption about the feel of his lips until the actual realisation that he was kissing you kicked in, and by that point he was already pulling away. You didnt even have time to savour how the cold metal of his glasses pressed against your nose.

“Lets go, it’s gonna start pissing down and I hate fogged up glasses.”

Nathan was already walking back home, back turned until he realised you weren’t already trailing after him. He turned. You were still staring, lips slightly parted and wide eyed, not yet finished processing what had happened. His smirk turned soft.

“C’mon sweetheart, I need my shitty cup of coffee.”

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outey-spacey · 2 months

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Steven being cute in The Tomb (1x04)

Moon Knight (2022)

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outey-spacey · 2 months

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Nathan Bateman - Fic Rec

A collection of my favorite Nathan Bateman fics. Have fun and please show these incredibly talented authors some love for their work! 🤍 (-> Feel free to send me your faves / your own fics to add!)

✨ @reallyrallyauthor ✨

The Shower Room

The Empty Room

Sympathy

Assembly Required

The Family Dog

Nathan Bateman is an asshole

Blurb - Nailing It

✨ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction ✨

Perfect Little Fuck Toy

Fever

Good Morning

Only A Fool Would Say That

Any Time

Ebo

Belated

Extremely Feminine S/O Headcanons

In Pain

Get Well Soon

How [pt. 1] How [pt. 2]

✨ @melodygatesauthor ✨

Fuckin' Stupid

How Romantic

Centerpiece

✨ @romana-after-dark ✨

Pushing Buttons

✨ @leoluved ✨

chase and pull

indulge me

old fashioned

✨ @youvebeenlivingfictional ✨

Kinktober Day 9 - Pegging

✨ @ivystoryweaver ✨

Perfect Fit [pt. 1]

Perfect Fit thots

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outey-spacey · 2 months

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Oscar Isaac characters as Animal Crossing villagers.

Inspired by this post.

Steven - Sherb (Lazy)

Jake - Gaston (Cranky)

Marc - Apollo (Cranky)

Blue - Monique (Snooty)

Basil - Simon (Lazy)

Leto - Lionel (Smug)

Nathan - Raymond (Smug)

Outcome 3 - Admiral (Cranky)

Anselm - Beardo (Smug)

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outey-spacey · 3 months

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I am also baffled by the fact that Larian's response to obvious favouritism was to weigh down on other characters way more than, you know, trying to create richer backstories, line deliveries, quest lines, etc. for others. I agree they are effectively tanking Wyll undeservedly because, unsurprisingly, doubling down on the obvious 'cash cows' brings more money and user retention. Which still does not justify what they're doing to Wyll as a character, and that is very much fucking unfair. That said, at no point did I say that racism did not exist. To stay closer to the topic, the gaming industry is ripe with blatant and appalling displays of it. I simply think that they're not sticking with this dumbass of a strategy with Wyll because they want to consciously diminish a POC character's role and presence in the game but because of, broadly speaking, stakeholder pressure. They fucked up with him initially and, instead of fixing it, followed more 'commercially viable' decisions because gameplay stats and socials tell them this and that would make people stick, keep them playing and paying, as sad and ridiculous as it sounds.

None of that justifies how they're treating him as a character but my hope was to bring another angle to the discussion. I understand how my reblog must have looked to you — however, considering how monumental this game is as creative work, I don't believe labeling the decision-making around it as 'only this' or 'only that' is fair either. Multiple factors are at play — I do see how their initial overhaul of Wyll was very likely caused by the fear of 'gamers' backlash' though. A cowardly move, absolutely. Intentionally meaning to harm POC players or put Wyll down compared to the rest of the cast? I don't think so.

it is, i think, symptomatic of the way larian has built this brand: bg3 was always marketed as being mature (read: sexual), and that was one of the big draws for players - myself included! especially as media pulls more towards extremes, with mainstream video games starting to get increasingly graphically sexual, graphically violent, and the vogue for 'grey morality' becomes the norm, those boundaries get pushed, and it becomes more and more of a selling point.

larian obviously focused on this, along with the How Do You Do, Fellow Kids brand, the increased accessibility of game devs on twitter, and adopted it heavily into their marketing strategy, and are now pretty reliant on the horny gamer crowd for a lot of their audience, and more importantly, they're doing this on purpose.

which is how you end up in situations like this.

characters (white men) the players want to fuck get centred: they get updates, they get more content, they get favoured. halsin's gone from a side character in EA to a half-fledged romance option, to a full romance option: he shows up in the promotional material, is larian's poster boy for the sex scenes, he gets more content with every update.

now gortash gets more heavily implied situationship lines with the dark urge, because players are horny for him. nevermind that some people aren't playing that way, or that he was originally set up to be a lower-level antagonist; nevermind that if the durge's storyline needed expansion, it should've been with orin and sarevok and bhaal, or that it muddies the writing for the rest of gortash's arc + characterisation: people want to fuck him, so it gets put in the game. it's not even to do with karlach, whose quest so desperately needs expansion! it's specifically catering to the people who want their character to have a Relationship with the slaver, because they're either not interested in or not able to focus on strengthening the weak spots in the narrative: they're just doing things that will net the 'my favourite dating sim' people lmfao.

meanwhile, literal main character wyll gets his quest demoted to a subquest, doesn't get bugfixes, doesn't get a single unique romance greeting after 6 patches and months of requests. he's not a Horny character, so he doesn't get the focus: he's not a player favourite, so he gets nothing. it's just... so unbelievably, indisputably racist, and it's incredibly grim and disappointing to watch it happen in real-time.

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outey-spacey · 3 months

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I agree that Wyll should get a major overhaul. Demoting his quest like that doesn't do him any justice, especially when he so BADLY needs the exact opposite.

And here comes my second point. I am obviously not looking at it from the same perspective — can't truly do that, as a white person. So for that alone, I understand if people will shut my two cents down, however — hear me out — I don't think any of that has to do with racism. I think it's just because he's so utterly boring. Even Gale makes up for his, at times, underwhelming nature with the whole power-hungry-godhood-at-the-fingertips arc and so on and so forth. Wyll? Baldur's Gate poster child with daddy issues whose writing just doesn't captivate. At all. If he was a woman, if he was white, if he was a tiefling, if he was literally anything else — the effect, I think, would still be the same. We could have had such a powerful character development story, intense from the forced servitude to a devil, torn to shreds between the sense of duty and being knocked down as a reject ever more with nearly every step of the way. But we only barely get glimpses of that. He's such an incessant goodie-two-shoes that it makes him so unidimensional it's frustrating. I'm gonna wrap up my rant, but I said what I said. Wyll Ravenguard is being unjustly neglected in favour of characters with more 'flavour', should we say. He needs to be prioritized, lines rewritten, and his quest redone so he can truly shine in the companion array.

it is, i think, symptomatic of the way larian has built this brand: bg3 was always marketed as being mature (read: sexual), and that was one of the big draws for players - myself included! especially as media pulls more towards extremes, with mainstream video games starting to get increasingly graphically sexual, graphically violent, and the vogue for 'grey morality' becomes the norm, those boundaries get pushed, and it becomes more and more of a selling point.

larian obviously focused on this, along with the How Do You Do, Fellow Kids brand, the increased accessibility of game devs on twitter, and adopted it heavily into their marketing strategy, and are now pretty reliant on the horny gamer crowd for a lot of their audience, and more importantly, they're doing this on purpose.

which is how you end up in situations like this.

characters (white men) the players want to fuck get centred: they get updates, they get more content, they get favoured. halsin's gone from a side character in EA to a half-fledged romance option, to a full romance option: he shows up in the promotional material, is larian's poster boy for the sex scenes, he gets more content with every update.

now gortash gets more heavily implied situationship lines with the dark urge, because players are horny for him. nevermind that some people aren't playing that way, or that he was originally set up to be a lower-level antagonist; nevermind that if the durge's storyline needed expansion, it should've been with orin and sarevok and bhaal, or that it muddies the writing for the rest of gortash's arc + characterisation: people want to fuck him, so it gets put in the game. it's not even to do with karlach, whose quest so desperately needs expansion! it's specifically catering to the people who want their character to have a Relationship with the slaver, because they're either not interested in or not able to focus on strengthening the weak spots in the narrative: they're just doing things that will net the 'my favourite dating sim' people lmfao.

meanwhile, literal main character wyll gets his quest demoted to a subquest, doesn't get bugfixes, doesn't get a single unique romance greeting after 6 patches and months of requests. he's not a Horny character, so he doesn't get the focus: he's not a player favourite, so he gets nothing. it's just... so unbelievably, indisputably racist, and it's incredibly grim and disappointing to watch it happen in real-time.

#baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll

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