the situation surrounding love and deepspace and valko has reached the state/governmental level in china.
here is what is happening right now:
1. the decision to delete valko was a panic-driven, spontaneous move.
just 3 days ago, infold was planning to keep him. however, haters flooded government regulatory bodies with complaints and even brought manure and funeral wreaths to the office. in a state of pure panic, the studio decided to "sacrifice" the character to save the entire project.
2. the issue has reached beijing.
the game has received an official warning. however, the shanghai municipal government (where the developers are based) is currently desperately defending the studio before beijing. this is because love and deepspace pays massive taxes into the city’s budget (in 2025 alone, the game generated nearly $380,000,000!). shanghai does not want to lose such a cash cow over internet trolls. everything will be decided in the coming days.
3. the chinese fandom has started a rebellion.
right now, cip players (who have collectively spent over 4 million RMB on the game) are coordinating a late-night siege of weibo's trending topics. tomorrow, they plan to hold a PROTEST with fresh flowers in front of the infold office to prove to the authorities that reasonable, paying players vastly outnumber the haters!
4. infold is in a panic, holding emergency meetings.
summer events are already being canceled or postponed on the japanese account — everything is falling apart because they had no plan b. the official account is losing thousands of followers every minute.
u can also read a chinese player's thoughts on this matter here
if you have even the slightest desire to help, you can do so by following these steps ‼️
HOW CAN WE HELP RIGHT NOW?
we need to support both the chinese fandom. we must flood official chinese media outlets and customer support with emails stating that the game does NOT violate any laws, that valko is clean, and that his cancellation is purely the result of a harassment campaign by haters
I am writing to express my deep concern over the targeted cyber-harassment campaign against the game "Love and Deepspace" and its character, Valko. As global players, we want to emphasize that "Love and Deepspace" strictly adheres to international standards and corporate compliance. The game does not violate any laws. The recent wave of negative rumors was entirely fabricated by a radical group of anti-fans who used cyber-bullying tactics to force a scandal. By abruptly canceling Valko due to this malicious pressure, the developers have harmed millions of legitimate global consumers who have heavily invested in the game. We respectfully urge the regulatory authorities to recognize that the game is a compliant, legally sound cultural product. We request that the malicious rumors be dismissed, and the character Valko be safely restored to the servers.
wow. i'm so fucking speechless. so instead of FIXING all of your fucking in-game problems players have been crying to you for months, you decide to just cancel Valko. a character YOU created and put so much money into. JUST LIKE THAT???
i hope this company rots in hell. goes bankrupt. PULL YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER MAN. i'm so fucking disappointed, gen thinking of leaving the game. you won't EVER get a crumb of my money ever again, fuck you!
what even is the point in getting everyone excited over Valko, just to go around and cancel him and NEVER releasing him ever??? you could've just delay him instead and GIVE US the missing content.
MDNI 🔞 valko's never been happier to be put in his place, kneeling at your feet as you finally ride his tongue like he's been dreaming of
⋆. — content warnings: submissive valko, pathetic valko cuz i love that, porn without plot, use of leash & collar, teeth bites & marks, has his ears and tail, dude is intoxicated by her pheromones, cunnilingus, dude is desperate to eat her out, mentions of mating & knotting;)
a/n: sorry i'm so horny for this man i had to get this out my head as soon as possible. need him to DEVOUR meeee. fuck
No cuz having Valko in a collar and leash, right down at your feet, intoxicated by your scent, your pheromones filling his lungs like wolfsbane... It’s poison if he doesn’t get to taste you soon, and almost impossible to hold back from how eagerly he lunches forward to bury his face between your legs… but he listens.
Such an obedient little wolf, isn’t he? Growling and biting at your meaty thighs, licking over the imprints of his teeth and soothing them, all while begging in such a grunt, delicious voice to give him permission.
He’s so cute, though. Face all scrunched up, sniffing and growling and becoming more agitated by the second yet still holding in place even as his ears twitch and tail wags rapidly on the floor. The leash isn’t even necessary, but he looks fucking sexy with it on… It has you leaking right in front of his eyes, which drives him even more wild.
Giggling, you tug harshly at the leash, bringing his head away from your cunt, which takes a bit of force because he’s immovable at this point. He wants to protest, but you jut him away anyway, your pussy fluttering in delight as you hear him growl, watch saliva run down the corner of his mouth and canines, but his ears are flopped down on his head.
So obedient. He is not one to be tamed, but for his mate he’ll do pretty much anything. Deciding you had enough to play, and because you might go insane yourself if you don’t get his mouth on you soon, you tug the leash closer again. Face inches away from your pussy, his glowing yellow eyes meet yours, so pathetic as he waits still.
“Go on, Val.” You tut as you smile down at him, settling your legs over his broad, sexy shoulders. “You deserve a treat for how obedient you’ve been for me, hm?” you whisper, a shiver running through you from exhilaration.
You’re about to be eaten alive if you give him free reign, but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?
He’s drooling all over your thigh as he leaves messy bites and kisses. “How is this for your reward?” Honey-sweet words melt against his ears as you plant your heels into his back, bringing your pussy closer to his face. Such a sweet offering for a starving wolf.
You’re playing with fire, adrenaline pumping through your veins imagining just how rough he’ll take you, mark you as his in every way possible. Nothing can stop a wolf about to claim his mate.
His glowing yellow eyes flash with pure animal need the second those words leave your lips, that pathetic little whine ripping from his throat like it hurts not to devour you right fucking now. Valko’s ears twitch hard, flattening even more against his messy burgundy hair before flicking up again, tail smacking the floor so fast in excitement it’s almost a blur.
The collar digs roughly into his neck when you tug the leash tighter and with no mercy, but he doesn’t fight it. Fuck no, he leans into the pull like the good wolf he is, nose dragging up your soaked thigh, inhaling so deep you swear he’s getting high off the scent of your dripping cunt alone, the sweet perfume clearly messing with his head and hormones.
Saliva strings from his fangs, dripping hot and messy onto your cunt as he finally gets his well-deserved reward. His long, rough tongue drags up your slit in one filthy stripe, gathering the waterfall your slick like he’s dying of thirst.
Broken groans against your clit have your pussy clench hard enough to hurt and enough to regret being so empty.
“God fucking damnit—taste so damn good,” he growls into your folds, the words half muffled because he refuses to pull his mouth off you for even a second now that he’s finally gotten what he needs.
His broad shoulders flex under your calves, muscles rolling as he shoves his face deeper, his big nose grinding against your swollen clit while his tongue pushes inside you.
You mewl, head thrown back and gasping as you tug the leash roughly and fuck your hips into his mouth.
Obedient. So fucking obedient it makes you throb in pride. Even as his claws dig into the meat of your thighs, spreading you wider, even as his ears keep twitching and his tail won’t stop that frantic thump against the floor, he doesn’t take more than you give. Not until you yank the leash again, forcing his mouth exactly where you want it.
Then he snaps, his animalistic instincts overpowering him. The leash goes slack in your hand for half a second as he lunges forward, sucking your clit between his lips with wet, erotic noises, so eager to get his fill, claim you. Slurping, lapping at your sweet nectar. Growling like a beast while his tongue fucks in and out of your hole, curling and stroking it over your tender walls, drinking down everything your pussy gives him.
Your legs shake over his shoulders like you ran a marathon, lungs seizing with all the mewls and moans he pulls from you. You’re leaking all over his chin and neck, his tongue, the collar that’s marking who he belongs to—everything’s slick and filthy and he loves it.
He begged to be here in the first place, in the palm of your hand, under your control, with his massive cock freed and twitching hard as it leaks precum all over the floor, not getting even a crumb of your attention.
His glowing eyes roll up to meet yours again, pupils blown wide, that cute scrunched-up face now completely blissed out, drunk on the taste of your pussy. Cheeks flushed dark, fangs grazing your folds every now and then cuz he’s too eager.
It sting but oh, it feels so damn good. His ears are flopped submissively even while he’s devouring you like he’ll die if he stops.
He’s more wolf than man now, more predator than prey yet he still submits under your blissed gaze, ‘cause you’re so damn gorgeous now that you finally let him prove he’s the one for you. The missing piece.
He’ll give you plently of orgasms to prove that, let you have him in every way you want. He’d be a fucking liar if he didn’t admit it got him horny as fuck, being all submisive and pathetic for you. How you melted under him even as you played big bad wolf with him, ordering him around. Putting him in his place.
Which was such a good damn place, kneeling here between your shaky thighs, leaking all your juices right into his growling, eager mouth. Got him all whining and whimpering like a wet dog between the growls, hips grinding uselessly against nothing because he hasn’t been given permission to touch his own cock yet.
Oh, how much he wants to fucking pump his cock into your pussy, feel you cling to his broad shoulders as he shoves you into this bed and ruts into you until you’re full of his thick cum.
He wants to scent you, mark you. Have your nails scratch down his broad, sweaty back as he growls and fucks you all night, kiss you until you’re mush under him. Keep his cock deep inside your cervix, plant his hand over your stomach to feel just how deep he got, and then knot you right there.
You’d look so damn gorgeous like that. But he shoves his fantasy down for now, too eager to get a taste of your sweet juices. He’ll have all the time to fuck you after, but for now, he wants you to melt under him and reward him with your orgasm.
You plant your heels harder into his back, grinding your cunt down on his tongue, and he moans so loud it vibrates through your whole pelvis.
“Good boy—fuck, Val, just like that,” you pant, voice all sweet poison as you watch him hump the air, desperate and leaking all over his balls and the carpet where’s he’s kneeling.
He’s drooling rivers, mixing with your juices until his whole lower face shines in it. Canines scraping your folds, tongue thrusting deeper into your cunt until you don’t know whether you want to move away or into his touch. Nose bumping your swollen clit without mercy, making you drool yourself at how good his tongue feels fucking into you until your thighs start to lock around his head.
You’re gonna cum.
He’s not stopping and god help you if you even want him to. Not even when your orgasm hits like a truck and your pussy spasm and gushes all over his tongue while you cry out and yank the leash so hard his collar bites into his throat, making him choke on a loud growl.
Valko just snarls louder, licking you through your orgasm. Drinking every pulse your pussy gives, every drip of your essence, ears pinned back in pure bliss. He’s so hard it looks painful, cock all veiny and throbbing heavy between his legs, but he stays right there with his face buried where your legs clamp around his head.
Waiting for you to decide if he gets to keep eating you out or if you’re finally gonna let him mount you like the feral wolf he really is.
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you know what valko's giving? he's giving "unaware there's an enemies to lovers going on and is just happy to be there". mc wiped the floor with his ass and he wasnt even mad about it he loves fighting that was a good fight. call him walko because he will be into getting metaphorically walked like a dog by her. he's the golden retriever to her black cat.
I have seen some unrest in Xavier's part of the fandom recently that is very disheartening as it mischaracterizes him and his symbology. I have seen where some Xavier mains are complaining that the new LI Valko is using a symbol that has been a canon Xavier symbol - The Moon. They are asking that it be removed from Valko's symbols.
I am here to dispel that. First, let's look at Xavier. Xavier's primary symbols include his light evol and Stars. The moon is represented mostly in his myth, Lumiere. The moon is used with his light evol to help with attacks and shadows. So, it is used to enhance battle techniques. Outside that myth, you have some instances where the moon has been present, but it is not in his primary symbols. And, Xavier can still function as his full character without the moon's presence.
Now, here are some things to consider. Valko is a werewolf, and the moon is a primary symbol of his persona. Without it he cannot be a werewolf. Without the moon, his character could not exist in it's current form. The wolf form always relies on the moon's phases.
Let's also insert Rafayel as God of Tides and the Lemurian Sea God. There are numerous instances, written and visual of the moon in his myths, and within his cards. Without the moon, the tides would not exist, and the ocean itself would cease to exist in the form in which it currently is. So, Rafayel also uses the moon as a symbol within his lore.
Sylus also has moon visuals. Upon his entrance in the game, he is seen in front of a red moon. And, his special Glint background includes this red moon.
I am not aware at the moment of Zayne or Caleb's use of the moon within their lore, but I am sure it is present, if anyone would like to enlighten us.
Also realize that this is a Sci-Fi game, and with the title of 'Deepspace,'so the use of anything dealing with cosmology is standard and probably used for any and all of the men interchangeably.
Point is...Xavier is NOT tied to the moon exclusively as a canon symbol. This goes for each character and their symbols. We need to really pay attention to the characters and their lore. Without knowing others' lore, if you are a purist in one or more people, but are unaware of others' lore, please do research before attacking the game, the players or the company. This is part of the issue we are having within the fandom.
I will not be tagging or copy/pasting the OG posts I see, as I am not going to call out people maliciously. I just need it known that homework must be done prior to making such claims. I see far too much hate and confusion when there are so many people out there that share lore, and there are free ways to go watch cards, such as YouTube.
From one Xavier main...to the rest of the LADS girlies...let's love our men and keep them from being mischaracterized in a healthy, positive manner.
Rafayel, fluff, holding hands, pre-established relationship, short
When Rafayel takes your hand into his for the first time, doing it so nonchalantly in a display of “maybe we are more than friends” as he leads the way through a crowd, you think your soul might be leaving your body.
His hand is so warm, you think to yourself. Is simply getting your hand held supposed to make your heart beat this fast?
You stare at your hand in his in a suspended disbelief, racking your brain to decipher what does it mean when, as if he knows what you are thinking, his hand shifts and he slides his fingers between yours, intertwining them fully.
Inside your head, you let out a not-human-sounding screech of incoherent mess as you feel heat instantly rise to your face.
It is unfair how smooth that was.
“It’s so effortless to you…” you mumble aloud.
Was it a complaint? Maybe. The two of you always have these little unspoken, unserious competitions going on, and hands down, he is currently winning this one by a landslide.
“Effortless?” You hear him softly chuckle in front of you. “That’s only what it looks like, cutie.”
You lift your eyes from your connected hands to the broad of his back, and then you look up just a little higher.
His ears are scorching red.
Partially driven purely by morbid curiosity, you reach up to touch them.
“Hey!” He spins around as if your hand burned him, though he doesn’t let go of your hand, inevitably showing you that his face is bright red. The back of his free hand is hovering over his face, trying to hide his flustered expression.
He cannot possibly be any cuter.
“Well… it's nice to know I am not the only one.”
He gathers himself just enough to refocus and look at your equally blushing face.
Rafayle x MC, on relationship status (bf/gf), short fluff
inspired by @irandial tags here where I thought oh yeah I didn't write a confession.. and I do think they are idiots in love... and this is born 😂
The workday is coming to a close. Tara, who was peeking outside through the window, excitedly bounces over to you.
“I see someone is picking you up again!” she beams. “Are you two official yet?”
“Official?”
“Like, the relationship between you two. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
You tilt your head, considering it. “I think I would describe the relationship between us as… symbiotic?”
Tara’s eyes go wide. She stares at you as if you’ve grown an extra head.
“Tara?”
“No. No. Oh no oh no oh no. We are not doing this.” She grabs you by the shoulders. You are always surprised by the iron-clad strength she has in her grip when she wants there to be. “Has. He. Asked. You. To. Be. His. Girlfriend?”
“Uh…” Your blank look tells Tara everything she needs to know.
“Noooooooo!” She looks horrified. “Not acceptable! We are not doing situationships here!”
“Situationship?” you repeat. You want to pick up your phone to look up the word, but Tara is already spiraling.
“I am going to go corner him and interrogate him for you! Right now!”
“No no don't I- Tara calm down! I.. I will ask him about it today!”
And that brings you to now.
You two are sitting on the couch together. Rafayel is picking out a movie for the evening, leisurely scrolling through the choices. You clear your throat, feeling a tiny bit of nervousness.
“...Rafayel, I have something I want to ask you.”
“Yes?” He stops what he’s doing and turns to look at you.
“So… uh…” Asking turns out to be much harder than you thought. “What are we?”
He looks at you, his expression shifting into something both amused and unreadable as he realizes you are being serious.
“What do you think we are, cutie?” He smiles in a way that gives absolutely nothing away.
“I asked the question first.” You frown. “All I know is that I am not your bodyguard anymore because you fired me.”
“Yes. Yes, I did.” His smile deepens.
“So... what’s the answer?”
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands up and moves in front of you. You look up at him, confused. And then, he begins to lower himself as if he’s going to drop down on one knee.
Your eyes narrow instantly. “Rafayel!!!” You screech, physically launching out to stop him. “Don’t you dare. I swear, if you do this as a joke—”
He stops, tilting his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What if it’s not a joke?”
“Rafayel, I can’t help but feel like quite a number of steps were skipped here,” you force the words through your teeth, your adrenaline spiking through the roof.
He laughs and leans towards you. “Ok, fine.”
He presses you back against the couch, pinning you down until there’s nowhere left for you to retreat, his knee between your legs. His face is inches away from yours, wearing that cocky smile you know so well. “Boyfriend and girlfriend it is, then?” he whispers, his words playfully smug and teasing.
“You… are… impossible…”
“Love you too, girlfriend.” He chuckles and gives you a quick peck on your lips. Then, he simply sits back down beside you and turns back to the TV to finish picking out the movie.
Hearing him say the word out loud makes your heart skip a beat - a literal flip in your chest. You touch your ears, which feel uncomfortably hot.
Not going to lie… it feels nice. You probably owe Tara a thank you.