Tsukiya_Hoshimiya

Just your average user that reblogs quite a lot and sometimes posts on their own blogs, I'm also called Void! This lurker also forgot to mention that they're 22 as of now! (Deadass ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ )

[gilgil-machine]

Damn, Gilgamesh is so awesome😩😍

[tsukiya-hoshimiya]

Think I had to redo the blog layout of this one— Right after I'm done with the assignments and projects, of course.

In the meantime, I'll just edit that rambling about Daisuke's way of loving.

[gilgil-machine]

My king!!!💖

So majestic😍😍😍

[chocotist]

researcher valko dump

[zanyssins]

At first sight! 💕⚡️🐺

[lunamaedotjpeg]

I love his big ass tits

[spacekittiesmeow]

valko has a stupidly large dick.

and he has no clue about it.

"nghh! please tell me you're all in," he avoids the question but his ears twitch.

with a slow slide, he bottoms out in you. your lips are pulled taut and thin, glistening as they're stretched wilide.

"hey short stack, you crying?" you don't even notice tears have slipped loose. he cups your face, ears flat in concern.

"does it hurt? i-ill pull out," soft whines bubble from his throat. he leans in, licking away the salt on your cheeks. poor valko, his size feels like an imposition to him.

you shake your head. "move," you tell him. he bites the inside of his cheek before he buries his head into your neck and starts rocking his hips.

you don't know if it's the result of his grueling sets at the gym or just the terrifying width of him, but you swear you feel every hot, pulsing vein running down his shaft dragging against your hyper-sensitive walls with every pump.

"s-so big..." a broken sob slips past your lips at the wet, friction-heavy slide of him.

it's only when he sees your brows drawn in ecstasy that he lets himself indulge in the tight, hot grip of you. your exhausted walls pulse around his too-heavy length.

the slick, crimson tissues cling to him, pulling outward and turning slightly inside-out as they drag along his length.

his gaze moves lower to where he pokes at your tummy from the inside. it has him trembling, halting entirely. his tail stiffens at the sight and then thumps onto the mattress eagerly

"are you going to move or not?"

that's all the permission he needs to fuck like a bitch in heat.

intellectual property of © spacekittiesmeow 2026

[c-dra]

they say it's darkest before the dawn 🌄

[tsukiya-hoshimiya]

Woah, out of all the OC centric websites that I've gone through, Toyhouse really is the best huh?

Had to go through some to get the code though. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Like, I just had to make sure that I have the tappity tap "hey hey hey if you're not into dead dove please look away and don't eat it" warning first, maybe even look what's considered dead dove just so they'll know what they're signing up for... I guess?

Man. I'll take a long while in filling up the stuff in the characters though (it's all Relrion before I yeeted Daisuke into the fray).

[gilgil-machine]

Some art with Gilgamesh from FGO exhibition

The writing says: "What is a king, if not arrogant!"

[kylarsbasement]

Hold the fuck up. We are NOT about to just gloss over the fact that Whitney had a prophetic dream about the Ivory Wraith.

[veroangel-dol]

Discord QnA 5/13/2026 🚬Whitney

Topics: Pregnancy, Triplets, Hair, Fashion style, Home life, Dangerous activities, Bailey's deal, Whitney's parent, Whitney's treatment of the PC.

These questions were written after playing Whitney's new flat content. I don't think they're very spoilery at all as they don't go into too much detail, but be warned. I loved the new Whitney update so much! 😳🚿

Q1: In the most recent update Whitney is described as having "damp curls" while in the shower. Is Whitney's hair naturally curly, or does it slightly "curl" in the shower? If Whitney's hair is naturally curly, do they straighten their hair or leave it as is?

A1: I want to leave the curliness of Whitney's hair up to player interpretation, but their hair can indeed curl while wet, at least.

Q2: Does Whitney tend to dress "alternatively" or in a more stereotypical delinquent style?

A2: Generally more stereotypically.

Q3: Also in the most recent update, Whitney implies that what they and their friends are going off to do is dangerous. Would their activities be in any way related to the work they do for Bailey after their deal?

A3: It can, but isn't necessarily so. It's a catch-all response for a bunch of dangerous antics.

Q4: Does Whitney feel some regret for their treatment of the PC after finding out about their financial situation and Bailey? I know you recently said Whitney actually thinks they're being a good boyfriend/girlfriend so specifically do they feel some regret about demanding money from them?

A4: Maybe a pang of regret, but it's soon brushed away. They are more inclined to ask their friends for money than the PC, and this might subconsciously be part of it.

Q5: We finally got to see Whitney's home life and dynamic with their parent. Would you say how Whitney was raised influenced the way they expressed "affection" towards their crush, the PC prior to their LI unlock? It doesn't seem as if a healthy relationship was ever modeled to them.

A5: Their relationship with their parent indeed influenced the way they approach their relationship with the PC.

Q6: As only children and the LIs who want children the least, What would Avery and Whitney's reaction be after finding out they/the PC were going to have triplets?

A6: Avery would be incensed. Whitney would be more frustrated than angry, and perhaps a little afraid.

Latest update upon publishing: 0.5.9.8

[feralliz]

We already know that a lot of Whitney’s behaviour is performative for an audience, but what’s interesting is how different he is sexually when it’s just him and PC.

I’ve noticed that there’s very few times he initiates sex when it’s just them two. There’s after the pub, when he’s obviously had a drink, and there’s in the changing room when he takes PC shopping, but even in that case more often than not he doesn’t initiate.

In the park, it’s PC who makes the first move. When he’s sat on the dumpster in the alley, again it’s PC trying to initiate. During the maths test he doesn’t take it any further than groping PCs leg unless PC does. Even in his new home content, I didn’t come across a scene where Whitney initiates sex. There is the shower scene, but arguably that’s in response to PC.

I think it’s a very clever and subtle way of showing more of the depth to his character other than his rowdy behaviour around his friends. Whitney around just PC is less chatty and less sexual, and is a bit more content with PC taking the lead. It’s an interesting insight to how he is when his guard is lowered.

***

Just a disclaimer for anyone who misunderstands: I am NOT claiming that Whitney is some uwu soft boi. We all know what game we’re playing, he’s an abusive asshole in a game about abusive assholes. However, there is rarely just one side to people, and I find Whitney to be very layered and interesting to analyse.

I am also aware that some scenes may vary depending on how high/low Whitney’s lust is, so I am speaking just from my personal experiences in the game 🫶

[kylarsbasement]

Out of curiosity....do you know any interesting fun facts about Whitney? I just recently got into the DoL fandom and I'm obsessed with her🙏🏽

(Okay, so, some of these facts I've already discussed, but some are new as well.)

Whitney is the tallest of the school love interests.

Whitney is a natural blonde.

Whitney's favorite flowers are lilies.

Whitney has peirceings, the number and placement/s are up to player interpretation.

Fem Whitney wears a long skirt.

Whitney more than likely has a secret stuffed animal collection.

Whitney has multiple favorite animals, including wolves, dogs and cheetahs.

If Whitney were an animal they would be either a wolf or a dog.

Whitney is still friends with at least one of their ex's.

Whitney is surprisingly graceful in heals, regardless of gender.

Whitney's future job options are between becoming a doctor, an actor/actress, or becoming a criminal.

Whitney wears a blazer.

Whitney likes fish and chips.

Whitney's favorite color is green.

Whitney's favorite milkshake flavor is strawberry.

Whitney would hurt a stray cat if their friends were watching, but would not if they were alone.

Whitney regrets not standing up for themself more when they were younger.

Whitney has only had eyes for the Pc since the moment they first met.

Whitney is not morally opposed to cheating, they simply "don't feel like it."

Whitney is said to have "yandere potential," and if they were a yandere, they would be the violent type.

Whitney has no regrets for mistreating the Pc, but that may change years into the future.

Whitney is the most open to polyamory of the school love interests.

Whitney's uncle/aunt is in the navy.

Whitney does not want children, but would be one of the best parents if they did end up having a baby.

Whitney cares a lot about their physical appearance and reputation.

Whitney believes all of their friendships to be shallow, however, some of their friends do genuinely care about them.

Whitney would do well in school if they applied themself more, but is currently doing decently.

Fem Whitney wears makeup. (Male Whitney might also wear a little, but I can't remember for certain.)

(May add more facts as I find them.)

[yandere-sins]

SO happy to see that you write for Whitney!! Can I please request what he’ll do if reader ended up getting pregnant?

I write for aaaaaall of them, I love the DoL cast ngl! Thank you for requesting!

"I think—ugh... I think I could be... pregnant?"

Your words were carefully chosen, hesitant, unsure. You'd never really stood up to him in the first place, but this time was different. You were different, and Whitney had noticed it for a few days now.

To him, you had always been a victim. From the way you dressed to the things you had to do at your orphanage. It wasn't like his life was any less shitty than yours, but you were a special case of victim, one as miserable, if not more, than himself. Bullying you gave back some of the control Whitney felt slipping from him every day. It made him feel strong and better than anyone else. As long as he poured all his negativity on you, he felt free. You were a stepping stone to him, nothing more.

That's what he'd been telling himself, at least.

His eyes widened as he listened to your words. Seeing you run off to the bathroom in the middle of class had not only been unusual for you, but also excited him. It felt like an act of rebellion that Whitney could fight you on, mock you for, and push you back into your place. His heart was racing as he peaced out from the class and went after you instead, but when he found you hanging over the toilet in one of the stalls, he hesitated.

The smell of puke hung unmistakably in the air, your breathing ragged with saliva still dripping from your lips. Lips he used to ravage just days ago, your body a map he knew well after weeks of studying it. Bullying you had been fun at first, but Whitney recognized that you had more uses than just seeing the light dim in your eyes every time he did something to you.

It had been the idea of his friends to take advantage of you to satisfy their needs. The number of times he dragged you into a classroom and forced you to serve the people who followed him around like lost dogs had been countless. And yet, the only one to ever taste more of you, the real, naked, vulnerable you, had only ever been him. If you told him that you had slept with no one else, he would believe you in a heartbeat, as meek as you were, your pussy had taken on the shape of his cock every time he forced himself on you.

So that would mean...

"Pregnant?!" Whitney screeched, his voice a few octaves higher than usual before he caught himself, clearing his throat.

"Be so for real, you slut, who knocked you up? Who'd even touch someone so disgusting?"

Wiping your face on your sleeve, you dared to glare up at Whitney from your seat on the ground, an expression so unlike yourself, yet so befitting of your circumstance.

He'd never admit it. Admit that he'd been watching your every move. That he only came to class to see what you were up to. You were a thorn in his side, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off you as you bloomed like a rose. Even though you looked more tired than usual, you were glowing as you walked down the hall, heads turning everywhere you went. Your movements were strained when you sat down or got up from the floor after being pushed down by him, yet the twisting of your body seemed more erotic than ever before.

If you were pregnant... could that be the reason?

No-fucking-way, Whitney didn't have a kink like that.

And yet, your defiant glare and the short, snapped, "You, obviously!" you barked back at him, made him tense and aroused at the same time. There was even a hint of pride in the way he straightened his back.

Your hand shot up suddenly, and you turned around to the bowl, heaving into it with the disgusting sounds of a sick person. Morning sickness, or something it was called, right? Whitney didn't know. He never cared enough to listen in class, yet he took a step forward, hands raised helplessly as his instincts told him to help you.

"Fuck," he muttered. "No fucking way, you slut."

Disgusted and yet, unable to stop himself, he stepped over your legs, reached for the toilet paper and tore off some pieces, holding them towards you as you kept dry heaving.

"Thanks..." you muttered wetly, taking the paper to wipe your mouth. "You can go, you know."

He should have. Whitney shouldn't have cared about you enough to stay, and he wasn't the type to play nice either, but somehow, his feet wouldn't obey. Heat spread into his cheeks as he realized he was far too lenient, far too kind to someone he claimed to not care about, but the thought of you, vulnerable, needing him, didn't give him a chance to abandon you now.

"Shut up, slut. I'm trying to be nice here."

He tried to sound confident and like the menace he was. But even Whitney had to admit it sounded unconvincing. "But... you sure about this? Pregnancy and shit? Thought you were a damn orphan, how's that gonna work?"

You said nothing, hanging over the bowl as if you were going to throw up again any second now. But then Whitney heard it—sobbing. Gentle, calm, and strangely controlled. As if you've been through it many times already, and although you still cried about it, you had already given up.

"You're such a dick, you know that?" you groaned through the tears. "Can't you be a normal person for once and not rub more salt in the wound?"

"Don't get mad at me, whore! You're the one who got knocked up!"

"With your child!" you yelled back when Whitney raised his voice. "You're the one who knocked me up, Whitney!"

Whitney could feel his body recoil, the realization finally catching up with him. Until that point, he didn't want to realize this option, the idea that this could be his doing. Consequences of his actions. It was easier to blame you and ignore the obvious signs than to admit the reason you were sitting on the bathroom floor, wiping your eyes, and your mouth reeking of bile was his fault, too. Or, well, only his fault.

"Shit... I-- I..."

"You don't need to do anything," you sniffled, taking a deep breath as the tears slowly ran dry. "I'll take care of it. I'll earn the money and do the right thing, just... just don't tell anybody, okay?"

A twinge in his chest made Whitney flinch. Do the right thing?

"You're gonna get rid of it?"

"Of course. I can't take care of a kid, can you?"

No. Shaking his head lightly, it was more for himself than you. No, he couldn't take care of a child. His dad would probably kill him and the kid if he pulled up with another mouth to feed. And as much as Whitney liked to see you suffer, he knew you couldn't either. He had heard about the absurd rent payments you had to make to the orphanage. There was no way you could afford raising a child while trying not to drown in debt.

His back bumped into the door of the bathroom stall, the room so eerily quiet aside from your sniffles. Slowly, he sank to the ground, his legs splaying out around you, and for once, you didn't flinch away when your bodies touched. Pregnancy made you more confident, it seemed. Or protective. It suited you, igniting a flame in Whitney's loins that he quickly suppressed.

"I won't ask you for anything else, just respect my decision, please," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. "I don't... I don't know if I can scrape together the money before... you know. Maybe I'll have to give it up for adoption afterward. I won't be able to come to school for a while, but..."

This time, it was Whitney's stomach in knots. Hearing you say that washed a sense of rage over him. However, his anger was only a mask for what he felt deep inside. That kid, however unwanted and unintentional, was still his. And before even that, you were his. There was barely a day he remembered not seeing you around, not bullying you and watching you squirm in fear before him! Without you... he'd be...

Lonely.

Every morning when he dragged himself out of bed, it was the thought of you that made him even go to school. When the need overcame him, he thought of you and the way your pussy felt while jerking himself off, and when you didn't cross his path even once for a whole day, he grew more desperate to find you in the streets of this god-forsaken town.

Whitney would never admit these feelings out loud. Hiding them beneath anger and disgust for you. But looking at you now, confident yet broken, on the dirty bathroom floor holding your belly with a tender palm, he, for once, didn't want to force the pain and sadness inside him onto you. Even just imagining this child you two made in the arms of another person hurt him—even more so, the thought of your reaction when it was time to get rid of it. You looked like you'd be a great parent. Responsible, caring. Protecting this worm growing inside of you. You were a much better person than Whitney would ever be.

Normally, that would have pissed him off. But the urge to hurt you in retaliation couldn't take hold this time, not when he knew you were carrying his child. Of all people, it was his baby and not some rando's that you slutted it up with. Did you even fuck anyone else? He never bothered to ask how you made your rent money. Whitney always assumed, but it didn't really matter now, did it?

Reaching forward, Whitney grabbed your arm, and this time, you did react, fighting against him. You had no chance as he pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on top of yours.

"This sucks," he sighed. "Who am I supposed to fuck while you're having this baby?"

"Can't you think of anything else but sex?" you replied, clearly annoyed.

God, you were so sexy when you were assertive.

"Whatever. What are we naming the thing?"

"The baby," you corrected sharply. "And we won't. We're giving it up, and never see it again."

"But shouldn't it have a name?" he asked, trying to hide how much that statement hurt.

"No, we can't get too attached. And can you let go? I'm already hot, and you're making it worse, and..."

Pressing his face into your hair, Whitney took a deep breath, feeling his whole body relax as he let your voice drown out into the background. His slut was pregnant with his child. The ultimate mark of ownership. A mark that would let everyone know you belonged to him. Because that was the truth, wasn't it? You were his. You had been from the moment his eyes fell on you the first time. You were his victim, his slut, his.

Rose, he thought. If it's a girl.

The thought of you and his kid, somewhere far away from this soulless town, crossed his mind. Beautiful, serene, and stupidly in love with him too as you greeted him with passionate kisses at the door, the two of you sitting on the porch, watching his child play and laugh. Just the three of you, no one nagging and no one bothering you. It was the kind of future Whitney had never imagined before.

And it made his arms tighten around you.

[notcaptaincurry]

[bewitched-vixen]

“you’ll never get my smell out of your clothes, you’ll never get my face to vanish from behind your eyelids, and you’ll never get my voice out of your head. you may run around and play pretend with whomever you so wish, but in the end, you will return to me. it’s what you promised me, my love. and no promise for or against me has ever been broken.”

gwynation we fucking won RELEASE THE SOFT BAD END VREL PLEASE RELEASE ALL THE GWYLAN CONTENT FOR THAT MATTER