alhaitham is so fucking funny because he helped plan a revolution to overthrow the government and then when they were like okay. we don't have a government anymore. you take the job you were good at overthrowing us he acted all surprised and like wtf?? i don't want this?? like brother what did you expect was going to happen
no like i totally get him tho. I hate corruption, I'll expose ur ass and make sure u dont get a platform. but me?? as the NEW platform with real responsibilities?? yea no thank u!! figure it out yourself wtf 😭
love and deepspace is so funny in a ton of ways, not the least of which being that it’s an angst game full of angst with a huge helping of angst on top masquerading as a romance game
and this angst romance game has wacky characters like:
🐠 merman sea god who is an artist with flame powers for some reason. his symbol is not a fish but a duck. there is a section of the story where he goes into heat. canonical billionaire. also a serial revenge killer.
❄️ accomplished heart surgeon with ice powers who is trapped in a cycle of multiverse-spanning reincarnations. mc’s childhood friend and also her doctor. blatantly the horniest of the lot but you wouldn’t know it because he has never shown anyone an emotion ever.
💫 centuries old immortal space prince. literally an alien. got stuck in the past after attempting wormhole travel and has been bopping around earth until mc is born. mc’s monster-fighting coworker and upstairs neighbor. secretly batman.
🐦⬛ dangerous crime boss. also an alien, probably. also a dragon whose soul is bound to mc’s. once made mc shoot him in the heart to prove his immortality. wife guy in a “he supports women’s wrongs” way.
🍎 cyborg military commander with gravity powers. flies space planes. was killed in an explosion but got better. a narrative representation of the biblical eve. diagnosed mentally/emotionally unwell. wife guy in a “he is the wife” way.
and. like. originally i was going to say only a sentence about each of them but i could not pick just one of the many, many unhinged things about the tiny men who live in my phone.
absolutely batshit insane game. hilarious.
i have cried probably a dozen times while playing it.
Hiii there! Can I have one were non MC has a crush on another guy and the lads boys [ Sylus,Xavier,Zayne or Caleb] being the gentlemen they are volunteered to practice kissing with her. While rehearsing they realize they are enjoying a whole lot more and now they want her to themselves and are literally trying to persuade Non Mc to give up on her crush. Thank you!😊
Practice Makes... Possessive?
Setup: You were just trying to be proactive. You had a crush—yes, a very real, very fluttery, very awkward crush—and you didn’t want your first kiss with him to be some tragic nose-bumping disaster. So, obviously, the only reasonable solution was to ask your closest guy friend for help. Just a simple, no-strings-attached practice kiss.
Totally harmless.
Except for the moment your lips touched, harmless left the building.
And now each of them is acting like you’d personally rewritten the laws of gravity just to orbit them.
Pairing: LADs x Non-MC reader
Genre: Fluff
The “You’ve Got the Wrong Target, Darling” Practice Partner
At first, Sylus just laughs when you tell him you need help “rehearsing a kiss” for someone else.
“You’re joking,” he says. “...Oh, you’re not.”
He lounges back in his chair, head cocked, smirking like the entire situation amuses him.
You should be embarrassed, but it’s Sylus. Nothing ruffles him, and he makes everything feel like a dare.
He even mockingly pretends to swoon when you first explain, hand to chest.
He lets you set the pace. One kiss, then another. You expect him to keep teasing, to throw in a smug quip or laugh it off. But then…
His hand slips beneath your jaw.
His lips ghost against yours, slower this time.
His thumb brushes your cheek like it’s instinct.
The mood shifts, slow and heated. He’s not laughing anymore.
“That's the way you plan to kiss him?” he whispers, voice low against your mouth. “Because that didn’t feel like practice to me.”
When you stammer out an apology and pull away, he doesn’t let you go. His hand stays warm at the base of your neck.
His eyes darken, but there’s a glint, like he’s already won something.
“I think you’re wasting your time on the wrong guy, sweetheart. You want to keep pretending I’m him? Or do you want to try that again, like you mean it this time?”
From then on, he never stopped teasing. But it’s not playful anymore. It’s personal.
He wants you to choose him.
And every time your gaze strays elsewhere, his arm always finds its way around your waist, just to remind you who really got under your skin.
“So, how’s the crush doing?” he’ll say innocently. “Still breathing after what you did to me?”
Fully expects compensation in the form of daily practice sessions now. For his emotional damage, obviously.
The “Shy but Suffering in Silence” Helper Turned Confessor
When you ask Xavier if you can practice kissing, he blinks at you like you’ve just short-circuited every nerve in his body.
“You… you want to kiss me?”
“Just practice!”
“…O-Okay.”
He’s stiff at first.
Awkward.
Shy.
You guide him through it, hand brushing his cheek to tilt his face.
The moment your lips meet, you feel him tremble just slightly.
You think maybe he’s going to bolt out the door and never come back.
But it’s the way he chases your mouth after you pull back, the way his fingers curl into the back of your shirt, like he needs more.
His breath stutters against your lips.
He kisses you again, this time without asking.
Soft and trembling and real.
“I… I didn’t mean to do that. I just…”
“It’s okay. We’re just practising, remember?”
“I don’t want to practice anymore.”
He lowers his eyes, trying to steady his breath.
“I’ve liked you for a long time. I was okay just being your friend. But now that I know what it feels like to kiss you… I don’t think I can go back.”
He doesn’t pressure you, but he stays close after that. Looking at you like he’s already lost something, but he’s not letting go until you really walk away.
He'll start giving your “crush” deeply analytical looks as if they’re part of some slow-burning villain arc. He absolutely rehearses dramatic monologues in the shower now.
You just… don’t know it yet.
The “This is for Research” Turned Obsessed Doctor
Zayne agrees with that furrowed brow of his, arms crossed and serious. It’s just a favor, he says. For science. For technique. Very clinical. No emotions. All textbook.
“Fine. If you’re going to kiss someone, at least get the muscle memory correct.”
“That’s the spirit, Doc.”
He doesn’t half-ass it. No, he kisses you with precision, calculating angles, timing, rhythm. Too precise to be romantic. At least at first.
Until you lean in again.
And his hand lands on your waist.
The third kiss is longer. The fourth is slower. The fifth, his hand moves up your spine, your name murmured like a diagnosis.
“Zayne?”
“You shouldn’t kiss people like that unless you mean it.”
He takes a breath, trying to sound clinical. Detached. But his voice cracks ever so slightly.
“Your body reacts to touch. So does mine. But that, what we just did, that wasn’t muscle memory.”
He closes the space between you again, gaze intense.
“You’re not going to go kiss that other guy now, are you?”
“That was the plan.”
“Don’t. You’re not thinking clearly. And I refuse to let you waste something this precise on the wrong man.”
Congratulations, he’s now monitoring your vitals, your expressions, your breath patterns, and any future crushes you dare to have. He’s also 100% plotting a ten-page peer-reviewed paper titled:
When the Control Group Is a Threat to Your Love Life.
The “Sure, Partner” Who's Fighting For His Life
When you ask Caleb to help you “practice,” he freezes mid-coffee sip. Blinks once. Twice.
“Practice. Kissing. Me.”
“It’s just pretend!”
“Right. Pretend.”
He agrees, hesitantly. Hands in his pockets, trying to act unaffected while his pulse is screaming in his ears.
He paces.
Sighs.
Nods once like he’s heading into battle.
Possibly drafts a last will and testament.
The moment your lips touch, he forgets how to breathe.
He blames muscle memory.
He blames instinct.
But mostly, he blames you for looking at him like that afterward, like he’s just a friend.
He exhales hard and runs a hand through his hair.
“Okay. So. Hypothetically… if I kissed you again and it didn’t feel like practice anymore, what would that mean?”
“Caleb…”
“Because I can’t keep pretending it didn’t mean something to me.”
He leans forward, voice low, a little hoarse.
“You can go kiss whoever you want, partner. But I’m not standing back anymore.”
From then on, he’s quietly... possessive.
Pulling you aside at parties.
Walking you home.
Looking at your lips like he’s remembering every second.
Also suspiciously polite to your crush.
Like aggressively friendly.
Like “if you hurt her, no one will ever find the body” levels of friendly.
He’s already imagining next year’s Christmas card and it’s just you and him… and a scribbled-out stick figure where your “crush” used to be.
The “Sure, But Only If I Can Make It Beautiful” Turned Unapologetically Jealous Artist
He leans on the studio windowsill, watching you with narrowed eyes and a little pout.
“You want to rehearse kissing for another man.”
“I just need to know what I’m doing.”
“Fine. But only if I get to paint the moment afterwards. Because this is tragic.”
You expect him to be dramatic and playful.
And he is—until your lips touch.
Suddenly, Rafayel’s hands are on your waist, the curve of your spine.
His lips soften, linger.
He deepens the kiss, not with greed, but with worship. Like you’re a masterpiece.
He kisses you again, longer this time. His thumb sweeps your cheek.
He murmurs something in Lemurian, soft and reverent.
When you part, you’re dazed.
And he?
“Mm. Not bad for a first kiss. But you’ll need to do it again.”
“Why?”
“Because that kiss wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for me.”
You laugh it off, but his hand tightens gently on your wrist.
“I don’t share my favorite muses.”
He spends the rest of the day sketching. The curve of your smile. The flush of your cheeks.
And every time you glance at him, he looks at you like he already knows the ending of this story.
It’s his name on your lips, not anyone else’s.
By the time he finishes his painting, the title scribbled at the bottom corner reads:
Mine.
The alternate titles include
Practice Is for Peasants, and Your Crush Could Never.
There’s glitter involved. No one knows where he got it from.
Originally posted on 13 Feb 2022 as a downloadable google doc, pdf, and epub Camouflaged by a special dye, the qin string was so thin that i
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I wanted to signal boost my translation of wangxian's confession in Guanyin Temple, which I posted a year ago. This is a publicly available sample chapter, so feel free to read it in full!
A little teaser:
Wei Wuxian added, “You’re wonderful. I love you.”
At Lan Wangji’s silence, he continued, “Let me be clear. I adore you, cherish you, want you, cannot be without you; whatever you want to call it, that’s what I feel for you.”
Silence.
Wei Wuxian on, “I want to night-hunt with you for my entire life.”
Still, he received nothing but silence.
Wei Wuxian held up three fingers: one to indicate the earth, one to indicate the heavens, and one to indicate his own heart. “Here’s another thing. I want to sleep with you every day. I promise that I’m not just teasing you like I did in the past, and I’m definitely not doing this out of gratitude. In short, there’s no other bullshit reason I’m saying all this.
"The truth is, I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you that now I want to sleep with you. I want nobody other than you. If it’s not you, it won’t do. You can do whatever you want to me, in whatever way you desire; as long as you’re willing to do it with me, I’ll like it…”
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