Mei

Intrusive thought...with opposable thumbs ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა Mentally, I'm a slut. Physically? I’m terrified of intimacy. Spiritually… I dont like men.

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❝Dreams are how we process things❞

Mei | 20 | Idc abt my pronouns so anything works | Multi-fandom

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ hello baby gorwl.

✩ Multi-fandom, whatever happens to be my current hyper fixation will probably be written abt.

✩ My little corner of internet is for whoever wants to stop by and take a peek.

✩ If you notice any errors in my works, plz tell me and ill fix it. :D

✩ Thats abt it. bye. ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა

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The Valko situation.

Awoomfs, I have finished my research.

rather than a post I have made a document with 6 sections to try and fully cover the situation. As your aware, the current situation is rapidly unfolding so posts, statements and opinions are constantly shifting. Everything could change again tomorrow and that just how it is.

What I am presenting is not a complete coverage of the entire situation. This document is what I have been able to gather from various platforms and sources in the hopes of piecing together for a hopefully clear and full image. (dont sue me oomfs. I'm broke)

If the pictures aren't visible please inform me and I'll make a thread or something. I suggest viewing this on a laptop for the formatting but do whatever u want.

The Valko Situation.

The Valko situation. This is a dissection and analysis of the current situation surrounding Love and Deepspace and the recently removed Love

Okay that's everything I can do. Gonna go offline and bake, touch some grass and live my life. I've finished so many playlists writing this.

guys...I'm on XHS and there's a vid of someone's mc being mean to Valko and ppl in the comments r joking abt it....

Anyways Valko post scheduled for later its just some drabbles and thoughts.

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Ladies and Lords of the failing court. I am balls to the wall deep in the investigation (I doubt this counts as one but oh well)

I've found another CN player to chat with. The individual will be kept anonymous, and have not given a definitive statement on their stance but given our exchange they seem to advocate against Valko's return. I'll come around with a properly written statement on their views of the situation. This individual will be referred to as Mx A. What I'm getting from them is that they feel the global players should not interfere and should rather let the CN government handle this

Expect a formal report sometime. IDK when but yeah. Also beware, XHS girlies are spam reporting, if you're curious about the situation please tread with caution,

And thats your idk-what-time-it-is-for-you o'clock news. Stay tuned. (or dont, idfk man)

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I have established contact with an Individual (whom I will be keeping anonymous out of respect for their privacy) from the CN side of the fandom.

At the moment we're discussing the heavier topics of debate and they are helping form a clearer picture of the situation.

One of the main points I feel I must stress is that the CN girlies causing the drama are a minority. Anon informed me that these individuals are viewed as bullies or "乙太妹” they knowingly stirred the pot and took advantage of muddied waters to cause chaos.

Anon believes that this is their way of forcing Infold into taking a step back and eventually forcing the shut down of Love and Deepspace.

The controversy surrounding the '0731' numbers were clarified by Anon to what they think was the writers way of giving tragedy a better ending in fiction, where the perpetrators are apprehended and punishment is dealt.

Anon also believes that this is what the bullies/ "乙太妹” are using as an excuse to further their agenda. Anon feels as though these individuals are twisting rules, weaponizing morality to force Infold and Paper games into submission.

As of right now this is all I'm able to report back on. My plans are to reach out to a few more people so I can better understand what, why and how the situation is unfolding without third party sources or harassment from people on X.

Anyways that's it for now. Stay weird, hydrated and most importantly stay informed. I'll come back around if I get another perspective.

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#bringbackvalko resources

if you’re mad as fuck too, here are some things you can do!

1. flood the comment sections. instagram, tiktok, x, discord—wherever you can access infold’s posts.

2. make posts, tag infold, and use whatever valko hashtags are popular. i’ve been seeing #bringbackvalko and #wewantvalko.

3. sign petitions. it might work, it might not. it’s worth a try. link below.

Bring Valko Back!

4. email infold.

[email protected]

sample email:

Subject: Global Community Feedback Regarding Valko and Future Development

Dear Love and Deepspace Team,

Thank you for taking responsibility and sharing your recent statement with the community. We appreciate your transparency and the dedication your team has shown throughout the development of Love and Deepspace.

As a member of the global community, I would like to respectfully express my disappointment regarding the decision to permanently remove Valko from future development.

This is not a message written against any community or culture. Every region has its own perspectives, and every player's voice deserves respect. However, as global players, we also hope our voices can be considered when decisions affect the future of a game that we equally support.

Many of us spend our time, money, creativity, and emotional investment on Love and Deepspace. We create fan art, translations, events, videos, and communities that help this game grow around the world. We hope our opinions can also play a meaningful role in important decisions.

We sincerely believe Valko should not be permanently discarded.

Every love interest represents different personalities, emotional experiences, and player preferences. New characters allow more people to feel represented and welcomed into the game. Valko may have become that character for many current and future global players, but we will never know if he is removed before we even have the opportunity to meet him.

We also deeply respect the tremendous amount of work your artists, writers, designers, voice actors, programmers, and the entire development team have already invested in creating him. It would be heartbreaking to see all of that creative effort disappear completely.

Therefore, we respectfully ask that Valko be released on the Global Server instead of being permanently removed. We believe global players deserve the opportunity to experience this character and form their own opinions.

In addition, we kindly ask for a clear and transparent development roadmap that includes:

- A realistic content calendar and timeline.

- Balanced Main Story updates for all existing love interests.

- More meaningful Hunter-focused story content.

- Clear communication regarding future development plans.

- Greater consideration of feedback from both the Chinese and global communities before major irreversible decisions are made.

We are not asking for conflict or division between communities.

We are asking for equal consideration.

Love and Deepspace is a global game, and we hope its future can reflect the diversity of the players who love and support it around the world.

Thank you for taking the time to read our feedback. We truly hope you will consider the voices of your global community as you move forward.

With respect,

A Global Love and Deepspace Player

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I understand the reasoning that the CN side has, purely from an outside looking in standpoint, with no emotional ties to the game. The '0713' has implications to sensitive history. And it's ignorance on Infolds part for not doing their due diligence.

The CN side says they're uncomfortable and that is understandable.

And with that being said, if we're talking about safety, comfort and content then all the love interests might as well go to.

If you feel like Valko should have been removed for poorly made marketing choices then the Li' s have in-game actions that should also get them removed.

Zayne has HIPPA violations, conflict of interest, murder (even if done unconsciously) with his involvement with Mc. Them having any sort of romantic involvement means that as a medical professional Zayne's judgement is clouded. He was her doctor before becoming her boyfriend and standard practice would mean he can't be assigned to her anymore. (I might be wrong so correct me if I am) That and Zayne's 'dawnbreaker' means he's unfit to be in the workplace because he's a danger to himself and others.

Caleb has implications of codependency, human experimentation and incest in his story. It's a whole part of their history together, the fact that Mc doesn't remember that they used to be child experiments. And he's implied in his stories to want Mc to depend on him solely. And his main trope, without being watered down is pseudo-incest.

Sylus has kidnapping, drug / item trafficking and arms dealing. Their first interaction literally happens after she's been kidnapped and possibly drugged. She would have been sold, that's human trafficking. And it's implied that he tried forcing a resonance with her multiple times.

Xavier and Rafayel both have stalking, workplace harassment and power imbalances in their stories. I'm grouping them together cuz of vague associations. Both obviously hold a position above Mc, one is her superior and the other becomes her boss, respectively. Mc heckling Xavier into being her partner cause she isn't authorized to enter specific no hunt zones without his rank/clearance. Rafayel is implied to have followed Mc through her uni days.

Are these not real life issues that people deal with? Are these not concerns that should be taken more seriously?

Notice that when you remove the glitz and glam of their connection to Mc and they boil down to the same issues as Valko don't they?

The current five were given time to grow and develop so you could come to like them. That doesn't change what happened to get them there.

And yes, I understand that at the end of the day Love and Deepspace is just a game. I know people shouldn't be getting emotionally tied to a gacha game. But it's insulting that out of all the things Infold could be doing to improve the gaming experience they do this.

Your feelings are valid as are anyone elses. It was a conscious decision to get involved in the game, you cannot fault someone else for liking something you don't.

Don't go around yucking someone else's yum cause you think one set of pixels is prettier than the other.

Anyways. I'm bummed out, my baby wolf is gone and ppl r saying this could be PR. I have every intention of writing Valko snippets.

Have a wonderful day tumblr.

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I'll get there soon (I think.)

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Fall in Love. ft Nanamin

I miss my darling husband. Nanamin headcanons I've been having for a while cuz I feel like he and Aleksander would get along also Veil inspired bc I havent found a place to get the next volume and am now having serious withdrawals.

Nanami Kento who develops a silly little crush on you, his blind condo neighbor.

its the silliest thing ever really. you barely know each other aside from a passing hello and the few times he bring your packages up because of a delivery mishap.

Nanami Kento who religiously uses a specific brand of cologne, lotion and shampoo so you're able to recognize him by scent no matter the time of day.

Nanami Kento who tweaks his schedule to tailor every possible encounter so he steps out a minute before you. messing with his keys and the front door so you can hear when he's coming and going.

Nanami Kento who greets you every morning with the same low smoky voice, his steps measured and heavy in a way that he hopes you'd be able to pick out in a stampede of others. he mumbles the gentlest 'excuse me,' to your guide dog as well.

Nanami Kento who notices that you always hover a hand over the elevator pad and ghost it up and down till you've reach the ground floors button. he doesn't say anything of course, there's braille embossed on each button and you seem to purposefully avoid it.

its on a rare evening that he leaves work early, he decides to snap a quick picture of the elevator pad and do a bit of research. imagine his surprize when he finds the braille in the elevator is in english and not japanese.

Nanami Kento who composes an email to the HOA and landlord addressing the issue, formally requesting that the braille be corrected.

Nanami Kento who offers helping carry your groceries because even with good intention he hadn't thought the HOA and landlords would immediately jump to action and shut the elevator down for a week for some maintenance and repairs.

Nanami Kento who gets a little giddy the first time you step into the elevator with him, hand already poised to count your way to the ground floors button.

He watches entranced when you index finger ghosts the button, the way you freeze for a moment before gently thumbing up each and every one, wordlessly mouthing out the numbers. he considers this the highlight of his month because you're smiling, clearly happy.

its a little thing he intends to savor.

Nanami Kento who finally leaves his dead end finance job and gets roped back into being a sorcerer, leaving his polished schedule in disarray. it makes him a little grumpy cause he finally worked up the nerve to strike up a bit of conversation on your morning rides down to the lobby.

he comes home one evening somewhat achy and bruised, shoko did what she could and all he really needs is rest. Its such a simple thing; a sealed tupperware on his doormat. there's a cat shaped sticky note slapped on the side with sprawling hand writing. "I made extra, " the penmanship presses heavily and he's able to flip the note and see the little indentations you'd tried a few other words before settling on this.

'did you change work schedules? dont overwhelm yourself! :D'

'I tried a new recipe and-'

he's barely able to make it out but its there. and you know he's made it home from the partially muffled sound of his keys jangling as he makes his way in.

Nanami Kento who returns the favor by offering to drive you to work because its storming that the trains are bound to be full. He holds the door open as your guide dog hops into the back seat and waits until you've settled into the passenger seat before he starts the engine.

that's how he realizes that you're a professor, and bless you and your chatty habits because it makes the monday traffic fly by. it eventually becomes a part of his routine as well.

Nanami Kento who sits in on one of your lectures and tiny part of his soul leaves his body when your head turns to look in his general direction. and after your evening class has trickled out he asks and you admit its his cologne that gives him away.

Nanami Kento who deals with an annoying new condo resident one floor above you both, they've been making snide remarks about how you dont need to your 'pet' miku and makes sure to be extra loud when they talk over the phone that the condos in this specific area dont allow people to keep pets and strays whenever they catch you in the elevator.

kento takes it into his own hands and politely asks if the person themselves has any disability and immediately follows it up with stating that you and your service animal have been here longer. they stutter some excuses and wander back to the elevator in an attempt of fleeing.

Nanami Kento who you invite over for dinner one night and it completely slips your mind that he can see. he's already thirty minutes in eyes well adjusted to the dark, when you audibly gasp, "Oh my god, you can see-" you rush out, springing up from the kitchen table and reaching for the light switch. one thumb moving over braille as you turn on the living room and kitchen lights.

Nanami Kento who keeps a spare walking stick in his car just incase you both happen to take a detour. and one day when you press a spare house key into his broad palm, he rationalizes that its cause you could lose yours, so of course he'll hold onto these for you. he only ever comes around when you call for him.

Nanami Kento who takes you to his favorite bakery for what he says is the best sourdough bread in existence. and the bakery owner seems elated to see he's doing better. "He looked so gloomy before!" she chirps, packaging your orders with a bright smile, "I didnt think he'd ever come back."

Nanami Kento who you invite over every other evening for evening tea and a snack. he brings a few novels along, reading them through out loud with the occasional commentary.

you've got your head rested on your crossed arms, hunched forward in your lounge chair as he goes on a tangent about how one of the character in this book makes no sense, no offense to the author of course.

Nanami Kento who helps take miku to the vet for a possible ear infection. he's so attentive with the questions and the required grooming process and what else he may need to help with.

Nanami Kento who smells like smoky cedar and dark cherry. its the kind of woodsy scent that lingers around your kitchen whenever you have him over for dinner. you swear its woven into the fabric of your couch.

you find his voice to be pleasant to the ears. a low smoky cadence that stays monotonous regardless of what he has to say, but he speaks so gently with you, the slight breathiness in his words leave you fascinated with how he sees the world.

Nanami Kento who you realize, only wears a particular set of leather gloves in winter so you bait him into helping you get a pair of fuzzy mittens. 'Its impractical,' he reasons, 'how on earth are you going to write with those on'

its only later he realizes the mits are a few sizes too big for your hands. and he accepts them as a gift when you hand them over. he wears them on occasion. but not around gojo. Never around gojo.

Nanami Kento who realizes its not just a silly crush. he's falling in love.

double post cuz I made the Zayne one last night and I keep thinking abt nanami. im gonna bake something in honor of his memory. none of this was proof read. I have plans to make one for higuruma too. prepare.

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Darling and I be your favorite? ft Zayne

this came to me in a dream.

Fledgling succubus reader making the mistake of trying to seduce Zayne and now she's his subby pillow princess, who actively seeks him out to get energy from. It doesn't feel as good when she drains from other people isn't anywhere near as heavenly when he's fucking her into the sheets, a leg thrown over his shoulder with her other hooked around his hip.

You look so pretty under him, he thinks. The far away look in your eyes, the way your nails dig into the cute snowman plushie he'd gotten you on a whim. It's precious how hard you squeeze the little thing to your chest, barely able to keep your eyes open and on him as instructed.

A particularly slow grind makes you eager, the heart shaped tip of your tail flailing for a moment before it slips between his thighs to knead at his balls. The way his hips jerkily snap forward lets you know you've done good.

The sigils and markings on his lower abdomen glow just slightly when he presses to the hilt and you shake under him. He leans over to blanket you under him, his nose nudges yours and it takes herculean effort to stay present right now.

You whisper his name, watery eyes fluttering shut and his reaction is instant. The tempo of his thrusts slowing to a stop before he removes himself completely. "No- 'm sorry, please" you're already whining, trembling thighs twitching shut as you sit up and reach for him.

You don't touch him, don't reach to wrap a trembling hand around his cock to at least get him off. A part of him preens because it means all those lessons and discipline paid off.

'So pretty' is the thought that passes through his lust-addled mind, "Please? Pretty please?" You plead, voice all wobbly and breathless, it's an adorable display of helplessness, how you've relinquished any and all control of the situation.

Zaynes hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, you lean into the slight chill with a sigh.

"you'll keep your eyes on me?" The words come out hoarse and his lips tick up in a smug little grin when you nod, dewy eyes fix on him and only him.

"Good girl"

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B.I.T.E me, baby! ft Sylus

drabbles with Sylus mild warning that theres r just thoughts I keep having.

inexperienced witch reader summoning fiend!Sylus as a familiar by mistake and rather killing her and leaving they end up having nasty erotic not sex. (biting, making out and grinding/dry humping)

Lots of biting and bloodletting, and when he's done with you he gives a little forehead kiss and fucks off into the early morning dawn and your just left laying there on the floor, the chalk, paste and candles of your summoning circle smudged and scattered around.

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there's been a trail of bloodless bodies developing around Philos. most assume there could be a fiend on the loose or perhaps an overzealous practitioner with dubious morals. what seems to stick out is how the crimes scenes seem to form a perimeter around the city.

and strangely the victims have been veteran mages, people with decades of experience and training with the occasional fledgling. you tell yourself its nothing, that the fiend who'd had his way with you has no connection to this.

a cold draft pulls you out of your thoughts, bringing your attention to the open window and curtains fluttering in the chilly autumn breeze. there's a smudged dark print on the window frame, shining crimson under the moon light.

did...did you leave the window open before your bath?

and then sylus pops out and yall have freaky not sex again and you end up harboring your contracted familiar while the town loses their collective marbles cuz there's a fiend on the loose.

you've got your face pressed into the slope of his neck. nosing at the base of his throat before you move back up, lips parting wide in a half yawn as the urge to bite him wells up before you decide against it.

jaw clenching as you chew at nothing, sylus sighs under you, one hand on your lower back as the other remains occupied with scrolling through a holoscreen.

the urge comes back again and this time you give in, nuzzling into his shoulder. tongue flicking out to wet an area before you finally bite. his reaction is immediate, a sharp intake of breath that makes his chest heave. whatever he'd been half focused on completely loses his interest.

his hand comes up and settles on the nape of your neck. sylus pulls you back far enough to meet his gaze, his cheeks a bit rosy as he huffs out in amusement

"quite the mood you're in, kitten?"

And yall do the freaky nasty and he lets you bite (affectionately maul) him.

Au where the roles r reversed and sylus is a the unicorns team captain of the hunters association and reader/mc is the head onychinus whose been searching for him.

sylus makes the decision to handle a particularly tough case, there's been a slew of murders and research centers getting raided with protocores getting trafficked .

months of espionage finally pay off, and a little birdie drops a name and location in his lap, it brings him to the N109 zone and for once he hesitates. there's something eerily familiar about the blood moon, the red hue that paints the skyline and leaves the clouds dark and stormy looking.

the den, lives up to its reputation. dim, buzzing with slow moving patrons and low jazz as a crooner trails her fingers up the stand of on old fashioned microphone, she sways along to the sax and keeps her eyes on him as he makes his way to the bar, stride confident.

the barista does her rounds of the bar, lets him stew in his decision and the intention driving it before she slaps the rag on her shoulder onto the bar top to fix him with a look. her steely gaze finally dips to looks him over, appraising, critical.

sylus's head shallowly dips in greeting, 'Jenna' the little tag on her waistcoat reads, a fake name he assumes. sylus offers a half smile, "Macallan 25. Straight." he says, voice steady and maintaining eye contact as he reaches into his the warmed leather of his pants to retrieve a card.

sleek and minimalistic, a simple black card with wine red and cold engraved with a co-ordinates and the embossed string of letters on the lower left corner of the card 'ixwnJurpvjkjuui'

he slips it over as jenna pushes his glass to him, his fingers engulf the crystal tumbler. eyes low-lidded and observant to how the barista takes the card in one and and dips it under the bar top to something. a second passes before she returns the card and its followed with a check presenter, a folded strip of paper neatly tucked into the leather pocket.

sylus knocks back the whiskey in one go and settles the glass down. he doesnt pay and jenna does nothing but take the empty glass and clean it. the room suddenly feels predatory as he leaves, one too many eyes following his exit and lingering even after the door shuts.

its on the bar steps that he finally decided to check what the paper finally says and it feels like all his hard work has fallen short again, setting him back to square one.

'miss me darling?'

11.3733° 142.5917°

mc/reader sending sylus on a wild goose chase to find clues and every clue he finds is a little cameo abt their past lives. kind of like shes trying to jog his memory.

The string of letters r a caesar cipher (I will not decode it for u) and the cords r special place u should search up ;)

I wanted to write some short blurbs and ideas then I got possessed and wrote the last one. And with that, im going to get the milk.

Anyway, these drabbles and ideas r all canon in the game.

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There's nothing more intimate than having someone cry/ open up to you.

Lay your head upon my bosom and allow me to encircle you with loving arms. Whisper your fears and that which brings you to tears, my love. Give me the pleasure of running my fingers through your hair, of letting my hand rub shapes into your back as I soothe you.

And when your eyes water and you begin to cry, let me wipe them away, forgive me for kissing your damp checks and cooing sweet affirmations into your ear. Let me be the eyes of your storm, and that which tethers you to reality.

Anyways, Zayne teary eyed, under-fucked and overworked banner when? I wanna hold him to my chest while he mumbles abt how awful his week at work was before I make him dinner, desert and give him the most soul sucking, world shattering, Astra defying head known to man.

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Proximity ft Sylus

Guess whose back? duh na na na back again! >:D I am overcome with feminine urge to write something messed up. Perpare thyself. (its not this tho)

Sylus seems like the type of man who treasures his space. A personal bubble he doesn't let anyone pop, regardless of the circumstance. It's maintained when he makes his rounds in the criminal underworld, the mandatory pop in when an associate happens to throw a little get together, sure, he'll drift around, have pleasant enough conversation here and there. But overall? He spends most of the event on his own, maybe tucked into the dark corner of enjoying the night air on the balcony; anywhere without a crowd. 

So one can imagine that most (everyone really) are surprised when he arrives at an event with you. Even more surprised when he ushers you around the room with a hand at the small of your back and his lips to your ear. He doesn't even bother doing a walk around the room to greet some people, completely glued to your side as he guides you to the refreshments table and over to the balcony. 

It's in the 25 seconds that you separate from him to use the bathroom, that he gets approached by whoever deems it worth getting acknowledged. And the hour following is some unspoken elaborate game of marco polo. Evidently, you're both kept in the dark about the rules, the room shifts and sudden introductions keep you from getting any closer to him. 

The brief moment your able to catch his eye is cut short when a man slides into view with a charming smile and two flutes of champagne, it dawns on you that the conversations and pleasantries aren't the attendees’ impulsive need to know if your as big a threat as Sylus is, just a window to get a few things over with. 

It's more just committing to the bit when you accept the flute and excuse yourself, being sure to stand on your toes and exaggerate your movements when you squint to find the white haired man. Its like playing checkers with a chess master, the whole room seems to fumble along with the way you bounce from person to person, slipping between groups with saccharine smiles and delicate nods. Sylus stays exactly where you left him, leaning against the stone balcony, wine glass half empty. 

The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end when someone's eyes settle on you, keen and predatory. Tonight suddenly feels much more entertaining. 

Wrote this and immediately cringed after the proof read. Writers block truly is the height of suffering

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Forgive me. For I intend to sin. ft SnowCrow/Reader

Hear me out, hear me out: SnowCrowMc priest AU...

Priestess Mc who has been blessed by Bishop Zayne to be a Priest-Exorcist after a recent development, there have been whispers within the congregation that Mr Qin, the town's resident hedonist and corporate shark, has been possessed by none other than the devil. ‘Fiendish’ they whisper behind the thick bibles and the safety of god's house.

He must be, no child of the lord, no matter how far from the heavenly fathers light they may stray, could be this cruel. To strip a fellow business man's life's work down to nothing but the barebones of a dream made reality, its been the talk of the town for months now; that Sylus stripped down a man, Khovi (you remember his name from the few sermons he'd attended), robbed him of his assets and practically banished the man from the upper echelon society.

You arrive at the manor without flair and spend a month in his company, contrary to popular belief exorcisms aren't as dramatic as one might think; there isn't any running on walls, no floating furniture and doors being flung on their hinges.

It's not like you can just run in and chuck a bottle of holy water at him (the financial ruin only he could find a way to enact would be horrible), no. You spend your time shadowing him, nodding to his staff and offering polite smiles when his business associates glance between you two comically. “To appease the church,” he says, hand sweeping out in a vague motion between you both "I've been rumored to a fiend, his associates laugh at that and joke that he is.

The month comes to an anit-climatic end. You understand why some might think him a fiend, dastardly and sharp, a silver tongued man who lures you with sweet promises and a crimson gaze, but no. Sylus Qin is less of a fiend and more of a businessman, it's evident with how he leans into deals with the convictions of a man who knows how much he's allowed to take. 

“Pity,” he croons when you stand at the waiting carriage, "I'd grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps one of my staff is afflicted instead?” the words draw a smile from you “Perhaps not? You could always just find me at the church.” 

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You lay there limply under the pleasant warmth, weak to how rough hot hands roll you onto your back, guiding your thighs over hips and settling between your legs.

Deft fingers seize your sides with a gentle squeeze before pulling you in close, dragging your body drags over silk at the movement, eyes fluttering whilst you try to adjust to the constant touches. You flounder for a second, lips parting as you try to wheeze out a word and your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything that wasn't burning you.

And you let out a shuddering breath when molten skin meets the soft wetness at the apex of your thighs. Your throat works to swallow down the sudden lump forming there, hands shaky as you reach out and wince at the difference in temperature.

A breath fans over your cheek, you writhe under it, under the heat that seems to envelope you so wonderfully. "Oh―fuck" the curse leaves you breathlessly, sharp teeth digging into your bottom lip as you arch into him and he rewards you with a kiss. Sylus coos sweetly, slipping a large hand under you, hot palm pressing into the small of your back and you arch further. 

Jolting upright with a snort, you find yourself tangled in the cotton sheets and alone. It takes a moment for you to blink away the remnants of your dream before your hands scrub down your face.

It's the third time you've had that specific dream, that you've woken with a start and guilty conscience. 

It's after a particularly grueling day of mass, that Zayne approaches, hesitant and rightfully concerned to ask if you've been getting enough sleep. And when you avert your gaze in shame, he settles a hand on the small of your back and shepards you to his office where you confess your sin. 

“...Ive had dreams.” you begin, eyes flicking up to gauge his face for something, disapproval or understanding perhaps and when you can't find it; your gaze drops back to your lap, twisting the soft fabric of your chasuble between you fidgeting hands.

With a sharp breath in, you sit up straighter, still unable to look him in the eye “A-about…I’ve been lusting for someone in my dreams.” its poorly executed but Zayne understands nonetheless, “Sylus?” he guesses and he knows he's right when you shrink into yourself and bite at your bottom lip.

A sharp rap at the door spooks you and Zayne lets a smile of amusement grace his face as he stands to greet whomever might have come around looking for him. The fine hairs on the back on your neck stand on end and you turn to find the devil himself at the door.

Sylus.

You're flooded with the sudden urge to flee, leave and busy yourself with something far, far away from him. 

Ruby eyes meet yours and you give him a polite nod, turning away from him before your eyes think to wander elsewhere. The rosary tucked into your pocket feels heavy, like it's trying to burn through your clothes and sear the sinning thoughts out of your head. You do nothing but clasp your hands to keep them still and flex them when something bubbles under your skin.  

Zayne's hand settles on the back of your chair as he says your name, soft and coaxing as not to startle you and you suck in a breath regardless. Staring up at him wide eyed and flustered. Poor little lamb.

𓆩♱𓆪

Everything feels warm and distant, you can barely breathe under the fabric of your sundays best. “‘O heav…heavenly father” you stutter, white knuckling your rosary bead as your eyes flutter open and almost shut at the obscenity of it all.

He's on his knees before the altar, head snug between your thighs as he whispers his seventh hail mary right into the soaked fabric of your smallclothes, his hand sneaking up your trembling trembling thigh to hook it over his shoulder as the other sneaks its cunning fingers under the wet fabric and you jerk so hard that you back hits Zayne's chest and leans in to coo in your ear “relax… goodgirl” 

Your lips part uselessly, helpless and disoriented when a finger patiently glides between your folds, the satisfied groan that comes from Sylus’s lips vibrates against you.

Your hands scramble, fumbling to toss your rumpled clothes over Sylus’s head like a makeshift veil, its a futile effort, a try at modesty  that makes Zayne tut softly and something like fear shoots a thrill down your spine, "You'll have to recite the prayer again, dear.” he says it so softly, so so sweetly, it almost makes you forget this a punishment.

“Please…” the word cracks on a whine, hips undulating into Sylus’s fingers when he prods at your slit. “I-i never meant to—” “—I know,” Zayne soothes and it draws a hopeless whine from you. “I know.”

“Pray for us sinners” Sylus mutters into your cunt and you hiss when his finger finally presses in, the gasp of air you take in is audible, the thigh on Sylus’s shoulder knocks into his cheek as you squirm; movements prudish and clumsy with how you try to deny yourself the sudden stimulation.

Sylus takes the squirming as it comes and gently pulls his finger out, letting out a breathy laugh when you whine at the loss. “Sweetie, you need to say if you like it or not.” the words come up from the crude veil and when you say nothing, Sylus emerges from the fabric. Ears reddened and the blush spreads far enough to reach his cheeks and creep under his collar.

A stone of embarrassment sinks in your gut at the wetness, your wetness, coating his puffy lips and chin. “May I continue?” he says it placatingly, you dip your head in meek nod so Zayne’s hand comes up from your breast, gently leading you to look at the man earnestly reciting his hail marys.

“Words would be better.” he prompts and you not quite sure whose supposed to be getting punished right now.

“Yes,” you murmur, tongue slipping out to run over your tender bottom lip. “Please.” 

You don't know what look Zayne gives Sylus from over shoulder, but whatever it is makes the man smile in what you could only describe as fiendish before he disappears under your vestments.

Zaynes had slips up from your chin, scared deft fingers teasing your wobbling bottom lip and your lips part obediently for him.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” Sylus starts, pausing to lave his tongue over you in a broad lick and you chest heaves with a sharp breath.

Fade to black bc writing with one hand is hard. JK idk how to write smut.

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Crazy Idea but what if Mc actually lived through all the myths for all the Li’s?

Like we know she was an experiment, and we know she died multiple times as a child and she retains no memories of that at all. So what if all those deaths were actually just her past incarnations/ simulations running their course. 

It could 100% be a lore tie in as well. She is capable of commanding Rafayel. She shares a soul with Sylus. Xavier recognized her when she was younger (idk like a soul signature or smthn idk his lore srry). Zayne and her have history that ties to the fractal library and her and caleb are blossoms of the same stem (cosmic/ spiritual twins idk)

So what if her deaths and experimentation at the Gaia research center had something to do with trying to figure out immortality via astral projection. But her lifetime ends with her not remembering anything. That might be what they're trying to do with the fountain of Atei too. Every myth we get with the Li’s could be a life she lived through a temporary vessel and when she died she'd just come back as the test subject. 

had this idea before but now that I'm making the MG au I'm starting to realize how much potential I have to completely fuck shit up. oh my god. the suffering will be immaculate.

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Mouring Glory AU. ft Mc/us(idk man)

Morning Glory. Adding to this concept.

In this universe, after Caleb and Josephine die. MG falls into a slump and rather than process and mourn them. She completely compartmentalizes those feelings and picks up more missions. The funeral is an intimate private affair, there hadn't been anything left to bury so all she really has of them is an empty grave and the remnants of the necklace she'd gifted Caleb; a little apple, partially charred.

Captain Jenna is hesitant when you send in requests for more solo runs, yes, you're getting them done faster, efficiently enough to not need a partner but well…it's barely been a few months since the funeral, you could take it easy. She denies a request one rainy Monday and calls you into her office. You both know it's not about performance issues and with the soft look she gives you it's far from it. There's a wince in her tone when she tells you to slow down, to take a minute and breathe. “Dont misunderstand,” she says it gently, her brows pulled close in what you're sure is genuine concern and not the mandatory ‘boss avoiding an HR intervention for one of her subordinates working themselves to the bone’

“Youre a valuable member of the team, but we…I can't have you on the field like this. Take a moment to grief and–” you're kind enough to assure her that you're okay, the work ethic is how you're processing this. She doesn't have to worry and you're glad she cares so much but you'd rather not have to dig into those old wounds. But for her sake, you agree and ask for the month off and she seems more than happy to approve it, “Take as long as you need” she smiles at you, warm and full of fondness.

That's how your walk home leads you to find Dr. Li right outside your apartment door, looking like he feels out of place, gripping a physician’s bag in one hand along with a suspiciously packed bag of…groceries?

He meets your eyes with a bit of a curt nod, mumbles something before clearing his throat and speaking up that you haven't come in for your check ups in a while, and your supervisor was worried. The silence that marinates between you two is enough to prompt you into inviting him in and offering some tea. That's how you learn that it's his day off (it never crossed your mind that such a work driven man could even consider a day for relaxing)

Your blood pressure is a bit high, evol readings seem fairly stable and aside from the odd bruise here and there you're in perfect condition. When he packs up to leave, something close to dread sinks in your stomach like a stone in water and the resounding ripples make you reach for him. It's been so long since you had company, since a familiar face has looked at you like you weren't some helpless stray who'd just lost their only real home.

“At least stay for dinner?” You start when he turns back to you with a questioning look, dropping his hand, getting up a little too fast and motioning for him to sit back down. “You came all this way, a-at least have dinner…” you probably sound desperate, clinging to what little company you have to afford such simple pleasures. You're sure that's what Zayne thinks, when he agrees and offers to help you cook.

It's the first time in months that the apartment feels warm. He tells you to sit at the counter and you do, watching him go about digging through the cabinets for the electric hotpot before the restlessness gets to you and you bounce out of your seat to help him. Part of you is thankful, very, very thankful that Tara had asked you to help her out with a grocery run the weekend prior or else you would have been staring down a refrigerator with nothing but meal supplement drinks and the occasion (possibly empty) take out baggie.

You think your hands are shaking, they must be with how you seem to stiffen when Zayne gently takes a knife from your hands to take over slicing the scallions. The shared effort of cooking ends up falling on him, and this time, you're perched on the counter, hands useless in your lap while you watch him. Occasionally he'll glance at you, weighing two options and letting you decide which gets tossed into the broth and which is spared.

It's… comfortable. Safe. the way he just starts talking about work, how he mentions a cafe a little ways off from the hospital he frequents for their chocolate mouse. “Recently,” he says, leaning against the sink, arms crossed as his gaze flits to you and focuses on the pot “I’ve been worried…I’m not sure how to help.” You don't get much time to digest the confession(?) before he's moving again. Stepping up to the pot and checking if the noodles are fully cooked.

Dinners a silent affair, albeit awkward because you spend part of it just watching him. But he doesn't seem to mind it, you handle the dishes, something you had to have to pull off while he got a call and deemed urgent enough to distract him for 20 minutes. You almost ask him to stay a bit longer. Almost. There's nothing that stops you from trying to, but you dont…youd rather not drag it out for him. Like any dutiful host, you accompany him down stairs and to his car and he produces yet another surprise; chocolate cake from the cafe he’d mentioned. You take it graciously, smiling as you climb the steps to your apartment and wave him off from your balcony.

So he goes on his merry way. You make the decision to savor the sweetness that night.

✩Yap section

Fully convinced that following Gran and Caleb's deaths, MG has a downward spiral and lives in a bit of a grey space where she knows there's a loss but she refuses to acknowledge what was lost. 

It's bad enough that she has nothing but a necklace to remember them by but her memories are spotty, there's distant, foggy things she can't quite remember but it's always so fuzzy, so safe that she'd rather not reach for it yet. She starts getting worried that one day, she'll forget them and when the day comes, she won't know why she felt so distraught in the first place.

So when Lincon city hall finally drops the message stating that she is no longer related to them it just tips her over and she throws herself into work. She's efficient, brutal and reckless in a sense that she knows acting like this could kill her and she's okay with that. Jenna realizes and uses her authority to force MG into actual selfcare; less intense work, reaching out to her physician for more check ups and having MG do more office work bc her sense of self preservation is out the window.

I feel like their funeral was just with MG in attendance, like she reached out to everyone and specifically asked if they'd be alright with visiting the graves after the funeral and all she did was sit by them and ball her eyes out. Dw Caleb is still alive but like…yk. Right now she thinks he's dead. 

Zayne is technically like her patron saint. They end up making an arrangement where he does home calls for her sake, since he knows she is still struggling to cope. The home calls are the highlight of her month too, it's like a halo effect for her. It starts with “I should clean up, Zaynes coming over” and escalates to her deciding to take walks, eat healthier and overall start putting herself back together. 

Jenna happily allows her on the field about 5 months later, but obviously she isn't allowed to operate on her own; cue Xavier. 

Its a bit rough around the edges cuz my first thought for this AU was ‘I want Dawnbreaker to have a gf’. And now I'm just working towards that. Idfk. Might just do that character relationship graph thing and toss in some head canons while I figure all this out. We’ll see where the angst takes me.

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there's a small family of stray cats, 2 kittens and a mom, who are currently living in my dads old car (it doesn't work at all dw) any time I put on an Alien Stage playlist they start coming out????? this is actually frying me. They seem to like Ivan and Luka songs specifically.

I've seen them just casually start peeking out and loafing around when those songs play. I wanna adopt them or at least take them to an animal shelter soooooo BADDDDDD

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Execution. ft Caleb

head canon the blast didn't kill Josephine, it was Caleb. Like imagine if both Caleb and Josephine survived the blast, both serious injured but their breathing and Caleb realizes that this might be his only shot to kill her/ get her out of the picture.

Its seconds after the explosion and Caleb is completely disoriented, breath heavy, vision spotted with black dots and those weird little things that flit across your vision when you sneeze too hard before he realizes what's happening. His head snaps up, tinnitus and dizziness making it hard to pull himself off the floor and there in the threshold of the kitchen, where the fire seems to have originated from is her. The cause of all this. 

She barely looks conscious, it'd be a miracle if she were with all the blood coming from her forehead. 

Some small weak part of him; the fabricated Caleb who puts his heart on the line for family, who babysits for free and carries groceries for the elderly who live on the street. That noble, fabricated part of him blossoms and shrivels all at once and its dying petals fertilize something much more sinister. You're still outside, he knows that because he’d turned to face the door as you opened it. You probably aren't hurt, maybe roughed up but…

Josephine lets out some weak sound, body jolting as she tries to crawl forward on both her arms and…oh. 

He should go check on you. He really should. That's the mantra that plays on repeat as he jerks upright like a marionette with a new master. You could be hurt, scared and confused… he should go, find a way out and make sure you're alright. The closer he gets the more he sees, both legs crushed from debris, her pants dyed red and leaving a snail trail of blood in her attempt to escape. Her breathing sounds wet, rickety and shallow like those old lungs are finally ready to give out, another step and he sees the way her back shudders with every breath, like it's getting harder to breathe. 

It must be painful… shame.

Caleb takes one more step and this time he's close enough that when Josephine's hands reach out, shaking and pale, her fingers brush over the scorned part of his shoes. Her head reels up helplessly and he sees it. A flicker of hope, the way her eyes brighten and her mouth starts shaping itself around his name before she catches herself. A dying gasp leaves her and the smile that pulls his lips so wickedly far from his usual tooth smile, from the bright grin he’d spent years molding into place.

It's cute really, almost as cute as the way you peer at him through your eyelashes when you want him to make dinner and handle the dishes. You could be bleeding, unconscious or worse. The remnants of his softer self whisper when Josephine shrinks back and tries to squirm away. But you are a hunter, a big girl who doesn't need him to constantly hover. What could a few minutes do? 

His evol activates before he can even think about, gravitational pressure pinning the elderly woman but her legs. The choked cry that leaves her is gurgled and raspy and swallowed up by the raging inferno that's eating up the house but it sounds divine to him. The pressure lifts before pressing harder and he watches on, utterly invigorated as she writhes and lets out coarse screams. Just a few minutes. That's all he needs, a few seconds to finally, finally let this out before he slips back into being your sitting gege.

He moves then, stepping over her and lowering a harsh shoe right onto the outstretched hand. Josephine screams again, blood and spit mixing as the fall from her chin and the other hand snapping forward to claw at his leg. It's only then that Caleb realizes the severity of his injuries; his right arm is practically eviscerated, pants charred and stuck to parts of his legs and his left eye is starting to cloud over with blood. He should go now, this should be enough. If his injuries look like this then who knows what yours might be. 

“P...ease…p-please just,” Josephine starts, veins visibly bulging from the strain of trying to pull herself up. 

Caleb isn't sure what wicked, twisted look he has right now but whatever it is, it morphs into that charming smile of his, voice failing as he tuts and jerks his leg back away from her wrinkled hands. The sudden movement jerks her forward and she lets out some animalistic sound. She's sobbing now, probably accepting whatever fate Caleb decides for her. 

The memories are a bit fickle but he recalls the instructions perfectly. The lab mice in a clear containment cell, the heavy, weathered and that steered him to face those little mice with their wide beady eyes and twitching noses. Slowly, envision it like always and draw it out. 

He'd been horrified before, absolutely terrified the first time he'd ever compressed a mouse to the point of bursting. Not because of the blood, no. but because you'd been there as well, gripping his small hand and silently crying throughout the entire resonance. Watching those poor little mice get squeezed and then suddenly popping like balloons with too much air. 

He doesn't flinch this time, keeps his eyes trained on Josephine as she hangs her head and sobs into her arms. The pressure builds slowly, then all at once and it's when Josephine snaps her head up with some odd unnamed emotion that she goes pop! just like the mice from back then.  

It's quiet for a second, well… quiet as can be in a blazing fire, but that moment of pause is enough for Caleb to take a breath and immediately coughs from the smoke build up but it feels…good? Like he's finally dropping the dead weight of resentment like a sack of particularly heavy stones. At first he attributes his light headedness to the smoke, carbon monoxide poisoning working its way into his system, then he feels weirdly lethargic, not like the adrenalin has worn out but like he's slowly losing all bodily function too quickly to keep up with. 

Right, youre…youre waiting for him, out there. Aren't you? Waiting…for him.

It takes a monumental amount of effort for him to even turn around, there is something there in the corner of his rapidly tunneling vision. A person maybe? Caleb barely makes it another step before he falters and tips forward. 

Fade to black and that's all folks. 

Randomly got this idea while I was eating dinner and just started typing with one hand.

Evil Caleb is such an attractive concept to me. Like I'm a SUCKER for the whole yandere shtick. when he threatened to put a collar on us in the main story my first though was 'dont threaten me with a good time, colonel'