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Take a seat, savor a treat,
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I’m your little baker, Ava! idk what im doing, just having fun with my username, you know… banana bread and all… >ᴗ< anyway!!!
Would you favor a luxurious croissant dipped in decadent dark chocolate? Have a look at the Sylus Selection… (oldest to newest)
❤︎ Does a dragon purr? - what happens when you invite Sylus to rest with you…
❤︎ Tender Gaze - dad!Sylus sees his baby’s eyes for the first time
❤︎ Embrace - whenever you hug Sylus, he never lets go first
❤︎ Language - you discover Sylus’ old journal detailing his dragon language, so you surprise him with a poem in his ancient tongue
❤︎ Pet - Sylus x nonmc, when he first introduces Mephisto to you
❤︎ Day After the Party - you tease him the day after his birthday
❤︎ All the Little Traces of Warmth - a proposal! Celebrating reaching affinity 100 with Sylus
❤︎ Tribute - grasslands tribal chief!sylus x tribute bride!reader AU
❤︎ Nose - wake him up by kissing his nose a hundred times
~ A little headcanon of Sylus who loves pressing his nose on you whenever he can
Would you like to linger a while for an afternoon tea? (multi-chapter, ongoing)
❤︎ Looking Glass - in your universe, Sylus is your beloved character in a game you like to play. in his universe, he acquires a mirror of the game… and sees you playing.
Would you love some sweet macarons? Try the Zayne Special… oops there’s only one 🫣
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Do you like donuts with the most playful toppings? Gummies, pretzels, mallows, cereal… fun in perfect o’s, the Valko Aoooo dunkers will always be here.
❤︎ Bubbly - at the head office of EonCore, you take a break only for someone to barge in and pop your bubbles… a meet-cute with Valko x nonmc
❤︎ Chocolate Magic - Valko finds a new favorite chocolate cake that soon leads him to a wonderful surprise… (x nonmc)
❤︎ Step Count - Valko wants the shortest path to you, even if he has to leap onto a balcony.
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Gasp, you’ve been eating treats from other patisseries inside my shop? *Clutches my pearls*
Ahh, well. Understandable, they are delicious:
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Crumbs! All over the floor!
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pairing: king!sylus x f!pauper!non-mc reader | royal tutor!zayne x f!pauper!non-mc reader (platonic) | regency AU!
cw: inspired by barbie’s princess and the pauper or a retelling, but with lads characters instead, heh; mostly fluff and being silly, nothing is really serious here, implied singer reader, sort of unhinged
synopsis: you are a seamstress dreaming of being free from your parents’ debt until suddenly the princess who looks the same as you has gone missing. can you step up to the pedestal to be a princess and save the royal wedding from being canceled?
wc: 3.8K words
a/n i had this draft before our wolf fiasco haha… was still editing and hopefully someone would enjoy it. since sylus loves music, i thought he would suit as being king dominick. apologies if caleb came out wrong here, this is all just silly and unserious, and apologies if the wording is kinda wonky, shifting in between povs. hope you enjoy!
“Please, I must buy time until the princess is found.”
You were just about to dust off the fabrics—who is this fine gentleman on his one knee in front of you now?
“Oh, I thought… she had invited me to her wedding to sing—if that is even possible.”
“Unfortunately, no wedding will happen when the princess is gone.”
You are a seamstress working in a renowned boutique to pay off your parents' debt, dreaming of being free as a singer, until you are dragged into the palace to be a princess stand-in.
You were sure you would have your freedom last year, yet the madam had taken an interest in the debt. You once swore this boutique would fall apart from laboring with only two seamstresses for a thousand dress orders.
It was last week that you met Emcee, the kingdom’s intelligent and charming princess. She looked eerily similar to you, except for her hair and the rightful birthmark of a royal born. You heard of her fate to be wedded to a stranger, the neighboring kingdom’s king, who had been crowned long before, yet he had no bride.
You were only a commoner. Some part of you wished you had her place instead. Maybe you’ll be able to pay that debt off—or maybe not even having a debt in the first place…
That wish came true today.
Zayne Li, the princess’s tutor and attendant, had come to your doorstep to serve as the princess’s stand-in while the royal knights searched for her. He confessed that the princess had been captured rather than running away, while the royal council had believed she had fled in fear of marrying a stranger.
You didn’t remember him when you met Emcee. There was only that brown-haired man with striking purple eyes instead. Zayne must be one of her closest confidants to tell that there was someone who looked like her twin, which was you.
You weren’t surprised he had searched your background. He offered to pay half of your parents’ debt when you finished the job, until Emcee was found. You couldn’t believe he was putting his own wealth on the line for the princess’s accident.
You had to take the offer, your key to freedom. Also, living as a princess for a while won’t be so bad…
Right?
“Lady Y/N, please refrain from slouching.”
“Lady Y/N, pay attention when you raise your teacup.”
“Sigh—Lady Y/N.”
Now you know why you weren’t born into royalty.
You only grinned sheepishly. Zayne was at his wits' end. He’s been teaching you princess etiquette all day and night. It’s still your third day. There is a week before the neighboring ambassador returns to see whether the princess has been found.
“I’m sorry, a princess isn’t turned overnight.” You sighed, taking off your gloves. You still weren’t used to wearing them. It was to hide the scars from endless sewing and stitching. Zayne was kind enough to apply some expensive ointment to smooth the skin.
“I am well aware. Please practice these habits. We will get to your dining etiquette once more tomorrow. The lesson is over for tonight.” Zayne said, taking your gloves and placing them in their place.
“Can I ask a question, Mr. Li?” you asked, straightening your posture as he walked past to tidy up the practice items. Several books have been used to train your balance and the cutlery for dining etiquette.
“Of course, and you may just call me Zayne.” He reminded you, glancing at you. “...I am not higher in social standing than yours.”
There’s that look again. The look of longing. Maybe it was because your features are similar to the princess's.
Did he like the princess? He has been the princess’s long confidant, after all, being her tutor—or did you misunderstand?
“Why must Her Highness be wedded? She didn’t want to be wed, as I’ve heard her woes when I met her.” It was an innocent question, yet Zayne seemed worked up about the question.
“The kingdom is on the verge of bankruptcy. The princess needs to wed to earn financial support from our neighboring kingdom… it is her responsibility as a royal.” Zayne explained, pouring tea for both of you.
“If the princess is not back by the end of the week, they will cancel the royal wedding.”
He still eyed your movements—to take sugar, to stir your tea, to drink—it was all for the kingdom’s future. Your act will determine whether they believe the princess is back.
“...You love her, don’t you?”
The question made him still, eyes averting elsewhere. You wondered if it hurt him to see you, a stranger who looks like her, sitting in her spot and wearing her clothes. It must be hard on him to have his lover gone—what if she really ran away?
“...It’s getting late. Get enough rest. We’ll continue our lesson in the morning.”
You watched as Zayne went out. Staring at the thick book he left for you, you groaned inwardly, trying to get the last of your brain juices to absorb these etiquettes.
Thank goodness for the maids’ miraculous hands. They can cover the bags under your eyes from memorizing the princess etiquette.
“...I hope you have slept, Lady Y/N.” Zayne deadpanned the moment he saw you. You only shrugged—still straightened, pointing at the thick book.
“Then let’s put that to the test.”
It wasn’t perfect, but there was improvement. You didn’t spill a drop from placing the sugar. You had mostly straightened your back, whether standing or sitting, and you were able to maintain eye contact with him. He could see the smugness dripping from your face.
“Great job. Here is your reward.” Zayne acknowledged it by bringing a lidded tray. He took off the lid, letting you examine the treat.
Thick almond cookies sandwiched together, you saw his eyes sparkle at the treat—why is he the excited one?
“Try some.”
You took a bite while keeping your manners—you wouldn’t want him to bite back. It was sweet, crumbled right through your mouth—gosh, to eat something like this every day.
“This is delicious,” you commented, taking another one. “Compliments to the patisserie chef.”
Zayne only chuckled, taking a seat across from you, partaking in the treats. “You will see the Queen tonight. She needs to see with her own eyes that her daughter came back.”
You almost dropped your precious cookie into the tea. Your test is coming sooner than you thought.
“You will do just fine. Raise your chin. You are a princess.”
You are a princess.
You wished it were true.
Zayne stayed behind you at all times, providing your support—read, pressure—while you dined with the Queen. Your back was sweating, and you could feel his glare intensifying when you almost picked the wrong spoon.
Conversing with the Queen was no big deal. It seemed she didn’t really know her daughter’s interests or hobbies, or rather, she hadn’t realized because she lost her spectacles. It was all laughs before she departed after indulging in her dessert.
“Remember your duty for the kingdom, darling.”
Those were her last words before she retreated for the night. If Emcee really ran away for her freedom, you wouldn’t really blame her.
Just as Zayne helped you up to lead you back to the princess’s bedroom, a man in armor blocked your way. You staggered backwards, bumping into Zayne, who only sighed and held both your arms.
“Damn… she does look like Emcee.” You remembered this guy, the one who accompanied the princess when she went to town.
“Back off, Caleb,” Zayne said, slightly moving you behind him.
Caleb only raised his hands in surrender. “No need to get defensive, just looking at her closer…”
His eyes moved towards you. A dangerous glint flashed—oh, he doesn’t like you. He moved past you with a warning whisper.
“You’re still nothing like her. Remember your place, pauper.”
Ooh, yeah. He doesn’t like you.
You didn’t realize Zayne had already brought you to your room. Still stunned by whatever that was—it wasn’t like you’d be staying here forever. Even you knew that.
You were temporary, and you knew that.
“...Does he like—ya know, threatening mental welfare?”
“...You could say that. He hit his head when he was young.” You waited for his small chuckle to see if he was joking, but Zayne was serious as ever.
You were about to move on until he continued. “He woke up on Her Highness’s lap. He thinks she’s an angel—his savior until now.”
You raised a brow. That’s a serious issue to the point of inducing delusion. You were about to move on from the topic, but he still had something to say.
“Unfortunately, the stone wasn’t hard enough.”
“Wait—huh?”
“Mmh, it’s unfortunate.”
“Zayne, are you messing with me?”
Zayne sighed, crossing his arms. “Mmh, unfortunately.”
It was your turn to sigh until you didn’t know which part he was messing with you. “Wait, which part of it is unfortunate?!”
Zayne didn’t elaborate, hiding his chuckle as you pestered him for the truth about the accident. Which one was true, he never told you.
Did it drive you crazy? Yes. You are now frazzled and confused. You’ll get Zayne next time—
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It was another day, and the neighboring kingdom’s ambassador was back to see the princess. He brought attendants—were they twins?
Your eyes blinked at the ambassador they sent. This guy looked like he laughed out of money—he must be paid well, or maybe he’s just a wealthy noble.
“The royal wedding will ensue, it seems.” Skye, the ambassador, nodded. The attendants were dismissed to write a report to send back to their kingdom.
You felt sweat budding on your back the second time since the interaction with the Queen. This guy’s eyes looked discerning. What if he finds out you’re a fake?
“Is there something you need, sir?” You remembered to keep your chin up, which earned an amused gaze from the man.
“Why, yes. As the ambassador, I must see further if the princess is suitable for our… king.” Skye hummed, taking steps closer.
You held your ground, nodding. “Very well, let us have tea in the garden.”
Looking at Zayne for confirmation, he only nodded, instructing the maids to prepare the place.
Well, walking like a princess for more than an hour hurts your back. You’ve been gripping the front of your skirt to keep your composure. You try your best to answer all his questions about—uh, the garden, which you totally wing.
“May I ask a question, Mr. Qin?” you asked, indulging yourself in the almond cookies Zayne must have specially requested.
“I must have talked too much. Please do, Your Highness.” Skye nodded. He’s been watching your reactions to his words, then what you eat, what you see—you were hyper-aware of it too.
“Why had the king gone far too another kingdom to find a bride? I mean no offense, but had none of the ladies in your kingdom satisfied him?” you asked out of pure curiosity. What high standards does he have?
He is a king. Surely, the duke’s daughter would be okay in terms of stature.
“The king has not found who he likes. That is all.” Skye easily answered. He had an amused smile.
You raised your brow slightly. Was he much more of a romantic than she thought?
“Then, what makes it certain that the princess—I am someone he likes? We have yet to meet.” You cleared your throat, caught off guard. Caleb’s words were drilled well—you can’t refer to yourself as the princess.
“I am his closest aide. I know what he would like.” Skye chuckled.
He wondered if you’d be betrayed to know who he truly is, Skye—or rather, Sylus Qin, the king from the neighboring kingdom.
“I will take your word for it.” A faux smile was on your lips.
You weren’t sure whether you were happy or sad. Would he be disappointed once he knew you weren’t the actual princess?
“It will be time for my… baking lessons, yes. Please excuse me, I wish you a pleasant stay in the palace.” You tried to read Zayne’s lips from afar.
As soon as you stood up, Sylus took your hand, bringing it to his lips as a greeting. You almost pulled your hand away, grinning nervously.
“I will see you again, Your Highness.”
Curtsying one last time. You scurried down the garden path.
“Baking lessons, interesting.” Sylus only watched you run down the road elegantly—at least, tried to. He only let out a small laugh. He’ll need to speak with you more to know who you actually are underneath the title of princess.
On the other hand, you reached Zayne, who was waiting at the end of the road. “Baking lessons, was it?”
Zayne furrowed his brows in confusion, still guiding you back into the palace. “What do you mean? A princess does not bake. You are going to painting lessons.”
“Oh.” You hoped Skye would understand why baking lessons were needed.
“Did you say anything odd?”
“Whatever do you mean? Let us bake—I mean, paint!”
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As you all wait for Emcee to be found, it’s been almost a week since you met the neighboring kingdom's ambassador. You’ve been on friendly terms with the ambassador, Skye. He’s… interesting.
Do all nobles act this lavishly? Compared to your stiff movements, you can only wince whenever Zayne shakes his head. A great student you are.
Not to mention his sets of suits. As a seamstress, you could tell those fabrics don’t even exist in the madam’s boutique. What is that? Mulberry silk? Belgian linen?
“Like the design, Your Highness?” He noticed your gaze. He always notices everything you do.
It was only the two of you in the garden, underneath the gazebo, for tea. It became an unspoken agreement to sit and drink around this time of day, just to talk and enjoy each other’s presence, or more of you running away from your lessons.
“It is intricate, yes. Is this your finest fabric?” you find yourself asking, eyes still on the trimming of his sleeve.
“Derived from the softest wool. Would you like to touch?” He offered, arm extended.
You inched closer, not missing the opportunity. You may hate working at the madam’s boutique, but learning about fabrics is basically half of your life story. How comfortable it will be when worn, how light it is for the skirt to flow…
“I have heard women love their dresses. I was not aware you would pay close attention to its fabrics.” Skye muses.
You froze in turn. This was not what a princess would do.
You cleared your throat, composing yourself, going back to your seat. “As you said, women love their dresses. Wouldn’t it be great if we could supply your finest materials once our kingdoms are united?”
You gave yourself a pat on the back.
“I applaud you for thinking ahead. I’ll be sure to offer it up to His Majesty.” Skye nodded, noting what you liked. While the fabrics he uses probably aren’t available, given how rare they are, if you meant business supplies for the high society.
“I shall send word to inform that Your Highness has an eye for clothing.” He will at least order a few garments for you to wear, using the high-grade wool that made your eyes sparkle the moment you touched it.
He could imagine you in your wedding dress. He’ll be sure to have the finest material ready for the wedding.
“What about you, Sir Skye? What do you like?” You really did bond with him. He lets you use his first name, or maybe because you were a princess, so he lets you.
Sylus smiled. What does he like? As in Skye? Or as himself? Both should be the same, no?
“Music, I relish hearing orchestras.” What an expensive hobby.
You were jealous. You wished you could watch the opera, yet you couldn’t even buy a ticket with no income. The money from singing in the plaza couldn’t come close. You resolved to hear from outside the building or sneak into the back rooms—it works sometimes.
“I see, it suits you.” It was unexpected. You thought he was more of a political guy—maybe he is, but he doesn’t show it.
“Does it? You must love hearing songs too to hire a songstress to your room.”
You almost spit out your tea. Scandalized. He passed by your room? Now, why would he?
The last time you sang was in the bathroom with your bubble bath—so much for a palace’s soundproof walls.
You squinted your eyes at him. He may be hot, but you forgot he might be a red flag—a creep at that. You hadn’t recalled that his quarters were near yours either.
“Of course! Music is one of my interests.” Just smile, you weren’t lying anyway to be an enjoyer of music.
You love music. Except that songstress was you, singing to your dove, who usually perched on your window whenever you sang. You had a habit of opening the window for her to fly in.
“Pray tell, who is that songstress? We should hire her for the wedding.” Skye asked, drinking his tea. He doesn’t get the slightest clue it was you.
Well, wasn’t this a good opportunity? While Emcee and the king get married, you will be singing for them. Just imagine how much money you’ll make by singing at a royal wedding.
“She is my personal songbird—and I’m afraid she is a little shy. It would need time for her to get ready to sing in front of such a crowd.” You smiled, lying your way through.
“I see. Do leave a message that His Majesty would love to listen to her sing.”
Oh, you definitely will.
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Just one tiny little problem… You can’t sing freely now.
“There is the palace greenhouse if you are ever bored. You can ask someone to bring you there sometimes. Rest well.” Zayne informed you before leaving for the night. He came by to report on the princess search, and you appreciate that he is keeping you updated.
You immediately went to the greenhouse after he said it with a bag of seeds. Donned in your sleeping gown, a robe wrapped around you to keep you warm. Your dove came along, hearing you hum all the way.
“How come you’re always around at this hour? Did you memorize my schedule?” you asked the dove, who only cooed. You shrugged at the response you couldn’t decipher, smiling, “At least I have a friend here.”
The dove cooed happily as you entered the greenhouse.
The smell of flowers wafted. Flowers were in every corner of the greenhouse. The most flowers you’ve seen were at the florist beside the madam’s boutique before living in the palace.
You sat on one of the benches, just enjoying the calm evening and releasing a few of your melodies. Another bird flew in, and you watched as it interacted with your dove.
“Hm? You have an owner?”
A black crow… with a band on one of its legs, a shiny one at that!
It’s avoiding the seeds. Maybe you should bring peanuts too—what do crows even eat?
While you thought, it cawed around you. You raised a brow, showing your hands. “No, I don’t have anything else aside from seeds.”
Instead, it placed… a bracelet.
You squinted. Are these actual gemstones? Little dark red rubies decorating the golden chain—how much is this worth? Surely more than your salary could ever give, ha.
“You’re giving this to me?” Still in disbelief, you point to yourself, then to the bracelet. You think the crow just sighed. It was definitely looking at you like you’ve grown two heads.
While you were busy admiring the accessory, your dove was actively backing away from the crow, cooing defiantly. They’re just going in circles right now.
Oh, does the princess actually have a secret admirer who exchanges letters with this crow?
“You know, sorry to burst your bubble. But I’m not the actual princess right now,” you quietly said, placing the bracelet around the crow’s head, who cawed in confusion.
Yet you only placed it back on your lap before it flew away.
You exchanged glances with your dove. She was worked up from the wooing of the crow. Holding the bracelet, you started to walk back to your room.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to hold on to it for a while.
“Are you sure you gave it to the songstress? Not the princess.”
The crow, Mephisto, perched on his owner’s arm, only tilted his head. Sylus stood at the entrance of the garden. It was by chance that he saw you walking towards the greenhouse. He was planning to let Mephisto go and hand this bracelet to the songstress.
At first, he paid no mind to you. His goal was to find the songstress, so he could surprise you with the singer you love for the wedding. Yet Mephisto flew towards you. He furrowed his brows, following him down the path.
That’s when he heard the voice—your voice, quiet, yet the same singing voice he heard when passing by your room. He hadn’t recognized that you were the one singing that day.
“Birds of a feather, hm?” he muttered, hearing the lyrics of your song, probably singing to your only two audience. It made him chuckle slightly, singing about birds to two birds.
There was no mistake now. It was you whom he was seeking.
He knew you were different from the second time he came back to the kingdom. Sure, you looked similar to the princess, but you were not the princess.
How did he know? A sliver of your actual hair color was out while you were having tea with him. The specks of light reflecting in your eyes were different from hers, in the way you speak and sit. It was all different.
There was no fooling Sylus. While it was brief when he met the actual princess, the difference was prominent to him. The princess loves her knight. She didn’t want to marry a stranger—her eyes were already on another.
Yet you, the slight fear was held in your eyes, from making mistakes and being caught. Survival—it was what he had seen in you. It didn’t take long for him to find out you were only a seamstress at the boutique downtown, courtesy of his twins—your interest in fabrics was the final proof.
The lunch to further plan the wedding will come soon, and the prime minister will finally join after being busy.
“Just a little more.”
It was what both of you had hoped for. A little more to get closer to freedom.
mmm... thinking about waking up with valko particularly in the fall or winter time when the tip of his nose gets a little cold from the crisp air hanging about in your shared room. how you feel the warmth of him on your back as he has his arms wrapped around you and his legs tangled between your own. thank god it's a saturday and you have nothing planned so you're able to take all the time in the world. it's just about dawn, when the darkness of the night turns into the blue hues of the morning. valko has always been an early riser, always going out for a jog or doing some light work before crawling back into bed just in time for you to wake up.
but today was different. he didn't want to leave the coziness of your shared bed or wake you from your slumber as you so conveniently were cuddling his forearm like a plushie. his large hand cradled your head with your cheek nuzzled right into the palm. he slowly raised himself up onto his elbow not to disturb you to get a clearer view of your sleeping face. he mapped out every curve and counted every little eyelash you had like his life deepened on it. he could only chuckle knowing that if you caught him staring that you would try and hide away, but he loved seeing you like this. no makeup, no walls, no shying away.. just raw unfiltered you.
he gently caressed your arm, rubbing his thumb up and down, reveling in the way your skin felt against his. valko couldn't help but feel enamored by you, your beauty, your grace.. by it all. he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your shoulder. he closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. your scent filled his scenes, it was a mix of your lotion, the laundry detergent, your shampoo, your sweat, your warmth, your being.. it was his home.
he further leaned down to give your cheek a kiss, the cold tip of his nose pressing into the skin. you couldn't help but smile feeling the little tingling sensation it gave you. he knew you loved when he kissed you with a cold nose-- something about the way his skin felt on yours always gave you butterflies in your stomach.
sensing your cognizance, he continued to lay small lazy pecks on your cheek. you stirred ever so slightly, nuzzling even deeper into his palm before reaching up and giving the scruff on the back of his neck a little scratch. he smiled into your cheek followed by a groan laced with slumber that sounded like music to your ears. you could barely form a sentence, your vocal chords not primed for speaking.
"..f..ve mints.." you only pulled him closer by his neck.
he happily obliged, snaking his hand under your shirt and around your waist, before pulling you back into him. he nuzzles his cheek against your head, placing more kisses along your temple.
"take all the time you need honey bunches, i'm all yours..."
i just think valko would love being friends with sylus & sylus also holds him in high regard he just isn’t as open to sharing those thoughts with him 😂 good thing kyros & lucian are the openest books in the world
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The article acknowledges that we account for nearly 50% of Infold's revenue, and it emphasizes the importance of maintaining that. We brought that to their attention. People from all over the world banded together around a common goal, and China noticed.
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Basically, the decision rests entirely on Infold now. Valko is quite literally the first character to have government backing. That's crazy.
But, this article gave something vital to this protest. Well, several things, really.
Hope. This gave our community the push it needed to reignite.
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Several things to point out here:
It gives Infold the green light to move forward, as the government has found no issues with their work.
It clears Valko's name. It helps to dispel the rumors and misinformation that were spreading since his announcement.
It makes the smear campaign articles—for all intents and purposes—illegal. Not only are they perpetuating blatantly false information, but they're also directly contradicting the state media. That's not a wise decision in China.
Now, how Infold decides to move forward is still a mystery to us. I imagine they're likely neck-deep in a legal battle, but we don't have any way to know what's truly going on behind the scenes. We can only hope that they hear us, and that they make the right decision: to listen.
Going Forward
Don't get me wrong, today was a massive win for us. But this is far from the finish line.
Think of the situation as a war. Everything we have done so far was simply us breaking into the walls of the city. Now that we're in, we have to lay siege to it. The fight doesn't stop here.
Keep posting, keep protesting, keep signing the petitions. We have to be as loud as we can. We've been noticed, and we're actively being watched. Now is the time for us to truly make our voices heard.
Antis are still working against us, but there's very little they can do to combat their own government. It's not even wise to try, but they're going to. Don't get discouraged, don't get distracted, and keep pushing.
I love you, take care of yourselves, and I hope to bring you more good news soon <3
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GOOD MORNING WOLFPACK!! I BRING GOOD NEWS!! I'm not going to make you read an intro because I have too much to say.
Morning Report 7/15/2026
CN Media
Guys...we have POSITIVE articles. Several.
And, here's the kicker: they're from STATE MEDIA—aka, not a source that can be paid off. One article was posted by the National Development and Reform Commission (NDRC). China Reform Network has high political standing and authoritative credibility, according to CN players. Because I'm in the US, I can't access the article directly.
But! It was posted in other places. Here is a link to the article on iNews.qq, and I will include the screenshot below. Here is another link if that one doesn't work.
Guys, I really hope you understand how incredible this is. CHINESE MEDIA is shifting. STATE MEDIA.
The Shanghai Administration for Market Regulation also posted on Weibo saying, "The new character Ao Yin has not been found to violate China's regulations on game content management. Based on the evidence, it can’t be proven that 'Love & Deepspace' engaged in false advertising." Basically, they confirmed that adding a 6th LI did not violate any kind of consumer law, nor was it grounds to claim false advertising.
A CN user on X also offered some speculation on the nature of the smear campaign. Here is the link to the post and a summarized translation (which is pasted below).
In summary, what this post is essentially saying is: Anyone who engaged in rumor mongering, smear tactics, mass negativity, fake engagement or even attacks on Love or Deepspace may have themselves broken Chinese laws and regulations.
Sachi makes clear that there are Chinese regulations that prohibit: dissemination of any false information regarding a business, harming the reputation of a business, organization of malicious reviews or harassment online, use of bots, paid accounts, AI-generated posts, and "water armies" to shape public discourse, exploitation of controversies in connection with major product releases. This post further contends that an attack on a successful Chinese game with such an international following runs counter to China's very objective of exporting their cultural and entertainment content abroad.
The bottom line being…if the anti-Valko campaign involves coordination, misinformation, and/or reputation attacks, then it may very well be the orchestrators of the movement who are in violation of Chinese law and policy, and not the individuals supporting the character. Again, the post is not making any claim about this having been legally established. It's simply pointing out that, based on a sufficient chain of evidence, there could be grounds for an investigation.
This is HUGE. All of this is paving the way for Infold to bring Valko back. There is light at the end of the tunnel!
HOWEVER! The war isn't won yet. Keep boycotting, keep protesting, keep being loud. The Chinese media has noticed us, and that means Infold has too. Don't stop here—if anything, this is the time to push harder.
I want to get this report out to you as quickly as possible, so I'll include some minor updates in a smaller report in a little while. Sending my love! <3
as a young science nerd, valko loved phineas and ferb because of its innovation, wackiness, and charm. in adulthood, he continues to idolize perry the platypus, because he, too, knows what it’s like to be a mammal with a super cool secret identity
This is a new one, I’ve never seen this notif before. Baby I’m trying to boycott 😭
I assume “it’s your last day” is because of my predicted monthly period. Which, by the way, has not come yet because I felt stressed these past days (it happens)
Bring Valko back, infold!!! So that I can let Sylus play the claw machine again! 😭
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series summary> In your universe, Sylus is your beloved character in a game you like to play. In his universe, Sylus acquires a mirror app of the game… and sees you playing. </>
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series notes> Sylus x nonmc, yearning, Sylus and MC are not in a relationship. This chapter wc 888. </>
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Sylus has been very busy trying to find answers about the game and about you. Day after day, he steps through the doors of his home a little more worn out, the furrow in his brows growing deeper and deeper at his frustration.
Information sources were utilized, headquarters of rival groups were infiltrated, networks and databases were hacked into. Even some of his own men in Onychinus were not spared from thorough questioning.
He usually doesn’t have this hard a time locating one person, both legally documented or otherwise. Even if he only has your face and approximate age to go by.
Tonight, he returns empty-handed again, with no leads to show for all his efforts. He sinks down into the dark leather couch in his room, and runs his hand over his face before stretching his arm on the backrest. A weary sigh escapes him as he tries to quiet his mind.
More and more, he’s coming to a conclusion that he doesn’t like. It seems like there is no such game anywhere else, and… there is no you. At least, not in this world. He ponders at how there is still much to discover, what with metaflux, spatial anomalies, and the deepspace tunnel looming above n109.
Sometimes he feels like prying the game open to force the answers out.
But perhaps he’s been looking in all the wrong places, he surmises, as his thoughts drifted to a certain miss hunter and her watch that had started this whole predicament.
His only consolation was that he gets to see you each day, the only time that he feels the knots on his shoulders loosen even for a few minutes. Sylus had transferred the game to a more portable device— his phone. He brings it with him wherever he goes, just in case you would appear again.
He quickly figured out your usual routine. Every morning and evening, without fail, you would log in. He has found himself perking up once he hears the increasingly familiar chime, the sound something he started to look forward to.
It means he gets to see you again, after all. And it’s not just about the linkage. You always show him the warmest smile, he feels an irrational want to hoard it for himself instead.
Though often you would only rush through your daily tasks, leaving him a little unfulfilled. So the rare time that you did stay a while, he listened to you with rapt attention, taking in whatever small piece of information he could glean from your monologue or your surroundings.
His phone lights up on the seat beside him with a chime, and he swiftly picks it up to look. The frown on his face eases as he remembers that today was the day you said you can play longer.
You greeted him more cheerfully than usual, fresh-faced and dressed in comfortable clothes. It looks like you are in your room. You had placed your phone on a table and made a show of cracking your knuckles and doing a few exaggerated stretches.
Sylus smirks, amused and curious. Would today be the day you finally open the other icons?
Pressing the speech bubble, you poked ‘Sylus’ a few times, scrunching your nose at his dialogues, before tapping on Quality Time, and then on Work. The game changes to show a timer alongside him keeping busy cleaning a gun.
Sylus blinks. That… is work?
An upbeat song plays, and you come back into view holding a vacuum cleaner. “You work on your chores while I do mine, okay, Sy?”
A tap, and a response, “You definitely look dependable when you have that serious look on your face.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m always dependable.”
He couldn’t help smiling. His eyes followed your figure cleaning and tidying up, popping in and out of the frame as you moved around. His lips quirks up even more so as you sang along to your playlist, even hitting the higher notes with much enthusiasm.
“Such a lively kitten,” he muses, your voice a welcome sound that fills in the quiet of his room, filling it with a warmth that had been absent for so long.
Things are tidied, cleaned, or put in place by your quick work. Your place is quaint and cozy, he observes. Pieces of decor and a few trinkets here and there. Accents of a color that seem to be your favorite. They all speak of you, giving him a better glimpse of who you are, and how you put together a place to call home.
A low chuckle escapes him, the first happy sound he’s had in a while, when you started to sway your hips and shimmy your shoulders to the beat, all while holding a mop. Quite a performance, he must say, relaxing further into his sofa as he watched you with a smile.
Soon enough, you were done, telling him to wait as you disappeared to put away your tools and take a shower.
He catches himself obediently waiting for you to come back, and he huffs out a laugh at himself. He acknowledges that he’s a lost cause ever since the first time he heard you call out his name, affection spilling from your eyes and lips.
The search for answers must continue.
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𖦏 <an> ahh the embarrassment of being watched by Sylus while doing… all that… during chores. 🫣 Guess who actually does that irl. With Sylus as a companion. Not me not me not— </>
𖦏 <reminder> Kindly respect the time and effort put into this fic. Do not copy, plagiarize, reproduce, feed to ai, or upload this work elsewhere. Instead, reblogs, tags, and comments are deeply appreciated! ♥️ divider by @diviniyae </>
Hi guys 🥹what a wild ride it has been the past two weeks, huh? Thank you for sticking around, even as my blog evolved from red 🐦⬛ to green 🐺 and popped out Valko fics instead hehe. But this chapter fic (slowly) continues! As is my hope that Valko will still come soon as the 6th LI.
I know many of us are not logging in the game, not spending. Making art, streaming Tameless Territory, posting on socials, sending emails. Please keep up the good fight. Not just for Valko but for the story as a whole. 🥹
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series summary> In your universe, Sylus is your beloved character in a game you like to play. In his universe, Sylus acquires a mirror app of the game… and sees you playing. </>
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series notes> Sylus x nonmc, yearning, Sylus and MC are not in a relationship. This chapter wc 888. </>
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Sylus has been very busy trying to find answers about the game and about you. Day after day, he steps through the doors of his home a little more worn out, the furrow in his brows growing deeper and deeper at his frustration.
Information sources were utilized, headquarters of rival groups were infiltrated, networks and databases were hacked into. Even some of his own men in Onychinus were not spared from thorough questioning.
He usually doesn’t have this hard a time locating one person, both legally documented or otherwise. Even if he only has your face and approximate age to go by.
Tonight, he returns empty-handed again, with no leads to show for all his efforts. He sinks down into the dark leather couch in his room, and runs his hand over his face before stretching his arm on the backrest. A weary sigh escapes him as he tries to quiet his mind.
More and more, he’s coming to a conclusion that he doesn’t like. It seems like there is no such game anywhere else, and… there is no you. At least, not in this world. He ponders at how there is still much to discover, what with metaflux, spatial anomalies, and the deepspace tunnel looming above n109.
Sometimes he feels like prying the game open to force the answers out.
But perhaps he’s been looking in all the wrong places, he surmises, as his thoughts drifted to a certain miss hunter and her watch that had started this whole predicament.
His only consolation was that he gets to see you each day, the only time that he feels the knots on his shoulders loosen even for a few minutes. Sylus had transferred the game to a more portable device— his phone. He brings it with him wherever he goes, just in case you would appear again.
He quickly figured out your usual routine. Every morning and evening, without fail, you would log in. He has found himself perking up once he hears the increasingly familiar chime, the sound something he started to look forward to.
It means he gets to see you again, after all. And it’s not just about the linkage. You always show him the warmest smile, he feels an irrational want to hoard it for himself instead.
Though often you would only rush through your daily tasks, leaving him a little unfulfilled. So the rare time that you did stay a while, he listened to you with rapt attention, taking in whatever small piece of information he could glean from your monologue or your surroundings.
His phone lights up on the seat beside him with a chime, and he swiftly picks it up to look. The frown on his face eases as he remembers that today was the day you said you can play longer.
You greeted him more cheerfully than usual, fresh-faced and dressed in comfortable clothes. It looks like you are in your room. You had placed your phone on a table and made a show of cracking your knuckles and doing a few exaggerated stretches.
Sylus smirks, amused and curious. Would today be the day you finally open the other icons?
Pressing the speech bubble, you poked ‘Sylus’ a few times, scrunching your nose at his dialogues, before tapping on Quality Time, and then on Work. The game changes to show a timer alongside him keeping busy cleaning a gun.
Sylus blinks. That… is work?
An upbeat song plays, and you come back into view holding a vacuum cleaner. “You work on your chores while I do mine, okay, Sy?”
A tap, and a response, “You definitely look dependable when you have that serious look on your face.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m always dependable.”
He couldn’t help smiling. His eyes followed your figure cleaning and tidying up, popping in and out of the frame as you moved around. His lips quirks up even more so as you sang along to your playlist, even hitting the higher notes with much enthusiasm.
“Such a lively kitten,” he muses, your voice a welcome sound that fills in the quiet of his room, filling it with a warmth that had been absent for so long.
Things are tidied, cleaned, or put in place by your quick work. Your place is quaint and cozy, he observes. Pieces of decor and a few trinkets here and there. Accents of a color that seem to be your favorite. They all speak of you, giving him a better glimpse of who you are, and how you put together a place to call home.
A low chuckle escapes him, the first happy sound he’s had in a while, when you started to sway your hips and shimmy your shoulders to the beat, all while holding a mop. Quite a performance, he must say, relaxing further into his sofa as he watched you with a smile.
Soon enough, you were done, telling him to wait as you disappeared to put away your tools and take a shower.
He catches himself obediently waiting for you to come back, and he huffs out a laugh at himself. He acknowledges that he’s a lost cause ever since the first time he heard you call out his name, affection spilling from your eyes and lips.
The search for answers must continue.
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𖦏 <an> ahh the embarrassment of being watched by Sylus while doing… all that… during chores. 🫣 Guess who actually does that irl. With Sylus as a companion. Not me not me not— </>
𖦏 <reminder> Kindly respect the time and effort put into this fic. Do not copy, plagiarize, reproduce, feed to ai, or upload this work elsewhere. Instead, reblogs, tags, and comments are deeply appreciated! ♥️ divider by @diviniyae </>
[Continuation of Vampire Zayne AU - first part >> day 21, previous part >> day 44]
Greyson knows Dr Zayne is always extremely efficient, but this time it seems like he’s running on overdrive, chasing an invisible deadline. He’s sharper than normal, and slightly snappier when things are not done as quickly as he expects.
It’s only day two of Zayne’s visit and Greyson has already gone through two boxes of 12 piece macarons. Usually that’s enough for his typical week-long visits. The amount of patients showing improvements has also doubled, since Dr Zayne’s primary patient is already doing much better.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving tomorrow,” Zayne suddenly announces as he passes a file back to Greyson.
“Tomorrow…?” Greyson asks in confusion.
“Yes,” Zayne confirms and returns his attention to what seems to be the sole remaining file on his desk.
Greyson doesn’t question further, and simply conveys the information to the team, along with a little sweet tip, to ensure that they’re ready and confident to continue the treatments Zayne recommended after he leaves.
There’s definitely a mad scramble after that, and the number of staff queuing up outside his office, each with their respective offerings, stretch down the corridor, keeping him busy.
“Thank you, Dr Zayne!” the last person in the queue, a new resident, bows and leaves.
Zayne is finally alone, now with a big stack of files, and also an equally large pile of various sweets. He smiles slightly in amusement and decides to take a break by sorting through his loot, thinking to save the best ones for you.
The hospital’s cardiac surgery office wing is rather quiet in the middle of the night, way past consultation hours. The only sound is coming from Zayne’s office, the clicking of his keyboard interspersed with occasional crunches from the cookies he’s munching on.
“Busy day, doc?”
A voice interrupts the rhythm. Zayne looks up from his laptop and meets a pair of crimson eyes.
“The usual,” he replies nonchalantly, “what brings you to my office, Mr Chairman?”
Mr Chairman lets out a hearty chuckle, “can’t I simply visit an old friend?”
He walks towards Zayne’s desk and leans a hand on the polished surface, “something about you has changed,” he notes, wrinkling his brow slightly as he catches on to an unfamiliar scent, “ah, you have a lover now.”
A blush forms instantly on Zayne’s cheeks, and he deliberately avoids eye contact.
“Come now, there’s nothing to be shy about. My beloved is also human.”
Zayne takes a deep breath, “yes, I do,” he finally admits.
A brief silence passes between the two before Zayne speaks, “how’s your beloved?”
“Still as feisty as the day I met her,” he smirks, and glances at his phone when it buzzes and lights up, “she’s probably up to something again.”
Mr Chairman picks up the phone, “kitten…” he says as a way of greeting, and reassures he’ll be home soon before ending the call.
“Was that..?”
“Yes, that was my beloved, my apologies for cutting my visit short, it seems like I am needed, have a good night doc.”
“Have a good night, Mr Chairman,” Zayne stands to send him off.
Mr Chairman pauses at the door, “use my name, Zayne.”
It isn’t a command, it is a request, but also a heavy one given the known dynamics between vampires, particularly to one so pure, ancient, and revered.
“… Good night, Sylus.”
Sylus nods in acknowledgment and disappears in a swirl of black and red mist.
[To be continued…]
SORRYYYY I wrote day 45 halfway yesterday but got too sleepy so… here’s a combo instead! I’m pretty much on a 6 day/week, 12hr avg work cycle till mid-Aug but will still try my very best to continue posting everyday 💪🏻
A/n: I’m attempting a 100 days of Zayne challenge! The goal is to post something about Zayne everyday - no min/max word count, and it can be about anything or with anyone as long as Zayne is involved. It’s all in good fun and I hope you’ll enjoy reading the posts as much as I’ll enjoy writing them ☺️
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
