Normalist Subspacer ever!
Writing Hiatus!! Though Please interact!!
Phighting is my main interest!
PFP by my wonderful child, @fishtopherrs
I don't bite.
Canon x Reader Platonic Canon x Reader
Canon x Reader x Canon Familial Reader x Canon
Fluff! Angst! Suggestive! [Smut varies on the character.]
Basically anything x reader related, though it may not be very up to your standards of 'good' ^_^
Basic criteria!!
No proshipping.
S/A
[can be mentioned or implied, but ONLY in the past and not the current relationship.]
Anything related to fetishes' involving Excreta.
I'm the writer! I have every right to say no to a request ^_^
(Also sorry, no canon x canon right now :[)
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!!!
I will work at my own pace!!! Writing is a passion of mine, and I'd like to share it with people who also enjoy writing :]
If you like x reader content, try out @pearlescentparade !!!
What I'm currently working on, and what's been done below!!!
Currently working on!
-Rocket x Reader
-Windforce x Reader [Headcanons]
-Coil x Reader [Fluff]
-Greed x Reader [Platonic]
COMPLETED!
spectre x reader - Drabble
Venomshank x Reader - Headcanons!
Sword x Pistol-User-Reader - Headcanons!
Finality on Good conscious - Killer Reader concept idea
Hey deity yn guy what's your opinion on exorspace worshipping a deity yn
why I am the deity y/n guy now....I'm not THAT bad...I just like my pussy with a little power okay... đđ
But I think about this sometimes, smiles and kicks my feet. I'm a big phan of the idea that Exorspace uses a deity, or a different god as a window for his exorcism. From what little I do know about exorcisms, they're preformed by a priest with a strong belief in his or her god; and the belief is apparently supposed to get rid of the being within the vessel.? Maybe? I'm just pulling shit out my ass here.
BUT straying from topic on hand, I think that Y/n as a deity; specifically as the patron/icon of worship to Exorspace makes a lot of sense! Especially with an alternate universe where Exorspace is this truly, utterly devout psychotic genius who will do anything for his god and relishes the idea of his god's praise; while 'his god' is this weird splat of color that barely ever has anyone believe in them and is both overjoyed and appalled at the sheer devotion this freak has in them đ
But as a verified subspace fan for like. two years now. AND THE APPARENT DEITY Y/N GUY. I like these two. 10/10, extra credit for the Deity being eldritch and going "Do not afraid" or whatever and Exorspace goes "This is the hottest day of my entire life!!"
Yes! It's more of a habit of typing and slip of the mouth during conversation, but I do occasionally use we/our!
I've been told by a few people that it's offensive, though no proper evidence was ever shown. :|
We try to keep it to a minimum in the regard of it being offensive, but it'll most likely be a continued word of mouth until proper evidence and reasoning are given by a qualified individual.
Thanks for the ask, regardless!
Yo guys do NOT expect anything new from us for another extended period of time. Vivqian finally watches both Project Hail Mary and Iron Lung within the same time frame and immediately thinks there's good shipping material.
Turns out that THEY ARE SHIPPED AND I'M NOT CRAZY.
Subspace isn't moving out I don't think, he's too lodged in there. But hello BloodyMary đââïžđââïž
Ryan fucking Gosling and Markiplier was NOT a thing we thought we would see in my lifetime but, here we are.
I really want tomadatchi life but im broke as fuck
-evil vee anon
I love my switch đ„čđ„č
All I play on it is BOTW thought đââïž I watched so much of Zebra Gamer's play-through back in my day I figured I might as well pick up the game since I have the time....My horse is named Medkit and he means everything to me.
Why are you EVIL vee though. What have I done to be evil đđ
no in truth the reason i liked your post is because iâm actually fuming with jealousy and rage and spite and hatred and anger and frustration and resentment and disgust and hostility that you own a nintendo switch and i dont #learnthedifference ok
I am so thankful for writers who are confident enough to put their works out into the world for people to read, but genuinely if I scroll onto your work and you have the character I'm looking for but it's NOT in the tags. Or if I find your work and you have EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER IMAGINABLE BUT THE ONE I'M LOOKING FOR.
I'm killing you.
Also Tomadachi Life Vii [Spelt Vii, pronounced vee] has started phighting with coil and Subspace is in the middle like the homewrecker he is trying to get that stupid cookie. I WANT YOU TOO SUBSPACE, BUT PLEASE!!!!
one sip of your blood was enough to make him utterly obsessed.
wc: 2.1k, cw: subspace, kidnapping, biting
( alternate universe, vampire subspace, explorer reader )
you werenât entirely sure how you stumbled into such a situation.
the last thing you remembered were the metal gates surrounding a manor, the surfaces growing rusty and emitting an unpleasant smell. word had spread amongst your guild of inphernals that this mansion harbored various rare treasures that wouldnât exist in any other place. after much inquiry, youâd learnt that its previous owner was a renowned inventor who suffered a grave accident, leading to his death.Â
the tale sounded simple enough. an abandoned manor with several valuables inside, perhaps heavily guarded with traps or security systems. upon entering, you swore it appeared perfectly normal, like every other excursion youâd been a part of. dark rooms clouded with dust and cobwebs, metal scraps and shards of glass vials littered across the floor, traces of papers with blueprints scribbled all over⊠judging from the peaceful surroundings, you were sure this would be another successful quest to add into your collection.Â
perhaps that assumption was your most fatal mistake. your journey progressed with so much ease that youâd failed to notice the pink gas that slowly slid into each of the rooms.Â
was it a defense mechanism installed within the manor itself? a rather complicated one, considering your time period. several of your fellow scientists havenât even considered the use of poisonous gases as a weapon. how was this sort of technology even installed in such a plaâ
âah ah ah,â a melodic voice floated into the air, waking you from your slumber. the first sensation you felt was something binding your entire body, restricting even the smallest movements. through your blurred vision, you realized that you were tied up against a chair within a dim room. the ground beneath you felt like torn up paper, and upon looking up, you realized you were in a laboratory. surrounding you were several broken metal models resembling⊠guards? or robots?Â
a laboratory with robots? in such an era? surely that should be impossible. the tools and containers scattered around this place were far too advanced for the average inventoâ
âstill in your slumber?âÂ
a set of sharp claws grazed over the side of your neck. they felt cold and fleeting, but dangerous enough to cause some serious damage.
âi can tell that youâre awake,â the fingers dragged up to your cheek, their touch just shy of gripping your skin, âperhaps youâre thinking of what led you into such an unfortunate position?â
a shiver ran down your spine, and judging from their giggle, they noticed it well.Â
âoh, donât tell me youâre already regretting your decisions!â their voice chirped right beside your ear, though the gesture was anything but friendly. âiâm sure itâs too late for a rat like you to be considering anything right now. do you mortals not know itâs so incredibly rude to trespass a place like this?â
mortals?
before you could even reply, the claws gripped at the back of your chair, immediately spinning you around.Â
standing before you was no doubt a figure resembling an inphernal, their skin unnaturally pale and their lone eye scowling with hostility. they were draped in a large black cloak and a black gas mask, covering their skin almost completely. their most prominent features had to be the set of bright pink horns, and what seemed to be a floating crystal right in between.Â
upon closer inspection, you swore that their appearance looked eerily familiarâŠÂ
âmust you stare at me so intensely?â the figure sneered, âsuch flattery wouldâve brought me to tears! if only i could receive a good explanation as to why you were snooping around so giddilyâŠâÂ
âi- iâŠâ you choked. you shouldâve seen the signs the moment you entered your first room. it was impossible for a mission to be so easy. âi apologize! i didnât mean toââ
âyou didnât mean toâŠâ they purred. right away, they held up your leather bag, the objects inside clinking against each other. âsurely, you didnât mean to take all of my precious items with such a delighted smile on your face?â
ah. there was no denying that part. Â
although, their choice of wording was rather peculiar. you were sure this place was completely abandoned, so why did they speak of having such ownership?Â
the more you stared at their features, the more you slowly started to connect the dots. this manor did have an owner, the genius inventor and the unsavory rumors surrounding the circumstances of his death several decades ago. everyone had assumed that he was dead, even if his actual body was never foundâyouâd read through the papers detailing such news on the board with several other guild members.
bright pink horns. laboratories. the unfinished blueprintsâŠ
youâd been such a fool from the very beginning.Â
âahaâ! that look in your eyes is priceless!â they laughed, âwith a face this memorable, i wouldâve been incredibly offended if you were still clueless about my identity.â
â...subspace,â the inventor himself, in the flesh. but how? how has his body remained functional throughout the years? a normal deceased inphernal wouldâve been rotting or disintegrating within weeks, and their features wouldâve become unrecognizable by then. âi⊠i donât understand, how are you stillââ
âof course you donât! such concepts would be far too complicated for a mind like yours.âÂ
wow. rude.
âhm, if i had to explain so graciouslyâŠâ subspace tapped at his chin, âletâs just say right before that wretched scientist tried to kill me, i⊠experimented with a little something as a safety precaution. and would you believe it? the next thing i knew, i was still alive! breathing! in this very lab! i tried all sorts of tests, but for some reason, iâd become immune to death itself!â
âiâm⊠not following.â
âugh, must i explain it so thoroughly?â he huffed, crossing his arms, âiâm still alive, thatâs a fact. but, iâve been afflicted with two conditions specifically. even if i may look oh so pristine right nowâŠâÂ
he raised up his right arm, revealing what appears to be dark pink marks resembling rotting skin. if you looked closely, the left side of his face also bore similar stripes all over.Â
âitâs all that manâs fault! the utter audacityâto inflict such hideous scars on me and still have the nerve to run, calling it a bloody accident!â subspace continued on, âmy life has been terribly inconvenient. parts of my body are actively rotting, and i could do little to sustain myself! begs the question how iâm still faring until now, donât you think?âÂ
well⊠now you did not really want to know.
âwhich brings me to my next pointâŠâ subspaceâs tone dropped low as he leaned forward, his hand moving over to the clasps of his gas mask. with a loud click, the material fell away to reveal the expanse of his jaw, the skin peeling off to expose specks of flesh and bone underneath. âiâve discovered that my condition renders ordinary food as completely useless for my body. i kept testing, and testingâoh, how could i possibly survive? my own internal systems are rejecting basic nutrition!âÂ
his claws reached out, poking at the side of your neck. with his face up close, you could smell the potent scent of chemicals and toxin, which slowly emitted from the spaces between his sharp teeth.
âout of pure coincidence, i found the solution,â he grinned devilishly, âmy source of nutrition came from consuming⊠blood.â
immediately, the claws dug deep into your neck, causing your body to jolt. from the scale of the pain, you knew his intentions were to draw blood.Â
pulling back, subspace inspected the tips of his fingers, which glistened with a bright shade of red. with a pleased hum, he brought them up to his mouth, as if to test the quality of your blood. the scientist fell speechless for a moment, his mind too busy conjuring up the right words to describe what heâd just consumed.
âhow curious,â he pondered, licking away any remaining traces of your blood, âfrom my notes, inphernal blood tends to be similar in consistency. itâs hard for me to distinguish each individual taste now, butâŠâ
he leaned in again.Â
âdonât look so shaken, little rat,â his teeth stretched into a threatening smirk, âafter scurrying through my things so shamelessly, itâs only fair you repay me somehow, no? thievery is such a terrible crime, after all.âÂ
your eyes widened at his wordsâinstantly, you struggled against the ropes securing you, but to no avail.Â
subspace gazed over your form with much amusement, taking great pleasure in seeing your fruitless efforts to run. ultimately, his hands reached out to still your shoulders, the strength becoming too much for you to bear.
âbrace yourself, mortal,â he cooed, âstruggling will only make it hurt now.â
the sensation of pain shot right through your body.
subspaceâs jaw shifted into the junction of your neck, his canines digging deep and breaking into your skin. the smell of iron drifted up to your nostrils, and right away, your body tensed up with every little movement his fangs made against your wound. it stung badlyâmore than youâd like to admitâand you tried your best to stifle your discomfort through gritted teeth.Â
the canines remained in place as he drank down gulp after gulp of your blood, and after what felt like forever, you felt something wet dragging over the puncturesâhis tongue, presumably, or what remained of it.Â
deciding that heâd had enough, the scientist finally pulled back. though, he still stayed a little too close for comfort. if you had to choose the right words to describe the expression on his face, subspace looked like heâd just found a specimen that he couldnât wait to experiment more on.Â
âahâŠâ his mouth stretched up into a wide, beaming smile, âiâve underestimated you, mortal.âÂ
âwhâ what?â
âyour bloodâŠâ his claws grazed over your jaw, the touch dangerously affectionate, âever since that accident, iâve lost my sense of taste completely. every little drop has always been the same for me, but your bloodâŠâÂ
his face inched closer to yours.Â
âhow should i explain it?â subspaceâs mouth dipped down, brushing lightly over your wounds in what could be described as an imitation of a kiss. âitâs⊠invigorating. absolutely delightful. heavenly, even.â
for some reason, he appeared way more terrifying than his hostile self moments ago.Â
âmy precious machines have been gathering me nourishment for several decades, but the mortals they picked out were awfully boring,â he sighed dramatically, âblood has always been so dull for me, so why is it that yours is so⊠fulfilling?â
finally, the scientist pulled back, his movements now more energetic. he circled your chair gleefully, his fingers curiously grazing your bound frame every now and then. it made the hairs on your neck stand upâyouâve never wanted to bolt out of a building so fast.Â
âyou are a wonderful anomaly, sweetheart,â his head dropped to whisper right beside your ear, his voice sickeningly sweet, âi must keep you for my studies. surely, you donât mind staying for a little while? after all, we must make your dreadful trip to my manor worth it.â
âabâ absolutely not!â your head shook rapidly, âlet me go! iâm not interestedââ
âdo you truly think you have the right to decline, mortal? how adorable!â he mocked, placing a hand right over his chest, âi told you, remember? a little thief like you should be begging for forgiveness, and i know exactly what you could do to repay me.â
subspace walked over to his original position, bending down to retrieve the discarded gas mask. after some pacing and mumbling to himself, he turned over to glance at you, his lone eye appearing a little too enthusiastic.Â
âfret not, iâll gather the best arrangements for you!â he clasped his hands together, âthis place may be a little rundown in some areas, but iâm certain youâll make yourself at home in no time! iâll make sure to treat you as my dearest test subject, doesnât that just sound splendid?âÂ
your eyes glanced over to his hands, which seemed to be fumbling with something. a closer look indicated that he was holding a leg cuff and a syringe containing some mysterious substanceâhe was planning on keeping you locked up in here. long term.
âyou⊠you are mad.â you trembled.
âmad? perhaps, but itâs been sooo lonely after all⊠wonât you save me the trouble of having to constantly find sustenance?â he walked over, ruffling your head. he made it clear that despite your discomfort, you had no say in the matter. âdonât worry, my creations will keep you perfectly safe and sound! youâd only harm yourself even more if you ran off now, wouldnât you?â
silently, you could only pray that your guild cared enough to search for you.
so um
i'm sorry this one took a weird messed up turn i just find it very hard to depict subspace in a cutesy kawaii fluffy romantic scenario. esp with the vampire thing too...đ” some aspects of his rot may be written inaccurately and i'm so so so sorry for that it's really for the sake of the vampire scenario :(
this rq was what made me realize that in truth i'm actually really fucking scared of writing LMAOOOOO i love so many of the characters but i still don't understand all of them fully and that makes me a little on edge. thank you for continuously supporting my work though, mwah mwah !! x3
EVERYDAY A WRITER WRITES SUBSPACE CORRECTLY, AN ANGEL GAINS IT'S WINGS AND MEDKIT LOSES ANOTHER EYE. EVERYBODY CHEER AND HOLD UP HANDS IN PRAYER WE ARE WINNING!!!!!
