Infold executive: What's the worst that could happen? We chained Valko up and hid him until the 6.0 update.
Staff: Sir...the werewolf is already going feral in the basement.
Infold executive: Quick, patch the basement! Throw a 20GB update over the door! If the deepspace hunters find out we locked that damn dog away, we're doomed!
Staff: But sir, a 20gb update will be so suspicious.
Infold executive: We don't have time! Just listen to me! This is an emergen—
Valko: *Kicks the basement door off its hinges* BET IT. *Sips awoo chocolate milk, nips the straw, crushes the carton, and throws it away* You thought a 6.0 patch note could contain this fluff? I’m about to possess and manifest in the other love interest's memory spaces and make this a horror update. IT'S TOO LATE FOR ALL OF YOU TO STOP ME! AWOOO!!!
This post was shared on X by a CN player who wrote on their perspective of the current situation, PG’s track record of handling crisis and their opinion of the best course of action.
As stated previously, it’s important to read and form your own opinions.
Whether global was misled or not, it is true that even the good deeds of global have been twisted by the media.
We don’t know if regular or state media, but regardless it’s dangerous to cross the outlets of a communist regime.
The community’s generosity were promoted as “money for Valko” and not what it was: money donated in Valko’s name to support relief or causes, in an effort to show goodwill.
Rather than report he has inspired positive sentiments of generosity, it’s been distorted into something else.
The company has a record of avoiding responsibility. It’s important to note that soon they might try to launch the myth for Rafayel, the most popular LI in China.
Already, CN players who like Rafayel are organizing to ensure the sales of his myth don’t tank.
Some players believe the company will hold their silence and resume regular promotion if their domestic market stabilizes. This begs the question: will you keep playing and supporting a company that values its global base so poorly? And what will the tightened censorship do to the current or future content under review?
college life is depressing as fuck for me. It's like every authority here made it their motto to suck my joy and whimsy here (and many more)
And you know what I did to get away from these fucks even for a while? I used to play LADS.
I swear I ain't lying, I was back home when valko's trailer dropped, his drop date was when my new sem was abt to start. I was so hyped i could alr imagine myself downloading the update and show it to my friend.
Only for this spineless company to cancel it.
I haven't opened the game in a month. And now maybe never.
Again: It's like every authority here made it their motto to suck my joy and whimsy here (and many more).
What they do when you get cancelled as the new love interest in their favorite otome game
Caleb
Crashes out so bad. He actually crashes out and starts raging. Will start petitions online to get you back and will MAKE people sign them. Even the ones that weren't particularly interested in your release. Sends emails after emails to the game company to not do this to you. Writes in the survey how shallow they are for cancelling you. That's all he could do right? Is what you thought. This man will show up at the game company with a bunch of other players. If that doesn't work he will get a hacker and hack in the game server and leak your release. He's not giving up on you.
Rafayel
Sulks in his bathtub the first time he heard the news of your cancellation. Starts painting you and won't stop. You basically become his original character now and you're in every one of his paintings. “Didn't he paint this same maiden in the last painting?” “Doesn't this painting look a lot similar to last ones?” Murmurs spread around the exhibition and Thomas starts panicking. But he won't stop. This is to send a message that if they're going to cancel you he's going to keep bringing you back even at the cost of his own career, about which he could care less.
Zayne
He's the dawnbreaker, the foreseer and Dr. Zayne. You best believe that he will somehow find a way to you and bring himself in your game and become your canon love interest. Problem solved
Xavier
Nero 2.0 Will start a blog with your name and will defend you from the haters. Will get Isaiah and Jeremiah with him into this, though they do it for the fun. Isaiah absolutely rages at others. “If you're so keen on getting a character deleted because you don't like it, you should also consider getting yourself deleted because I don't like you.” Also replies to another comment saying they're gonna leave the game if you don't get cancelled with “Good. Don't bother coming back.” He gets so bummed out, he was saving diamonds in game for you and got a lot of savings for your upcoming merch and stuff. It's alright, he gets it all custom made.
Sylus
Buys the company and releases you himself.
⤷ Please don't be sad about the current situation. I hope this comedy of a thing that appeared in my mind gave you a little laugh. And please don't quit or uninstall the game because the other boys are gonna sure miss you as heck.
so long valko, my easily most fav, cancelling a whole built himbo puppy just cause the chinese people didn't like him.
It's my first time seeing a company caving into the demands of the real brain dead gooners, but yeah I don't think I am downloading this game back anytime soon.
YO! varka I am back lol.
(P.S : stop being petty infold you could have very well given the missed out content while making cash-grab cards, and then debuting valko instead of cancelling him altogether, so yeah u a cunt for that)
(P.P.S: Somebody pls screen record all his teaser trailers and send it if u can before they delete them posts, I will mourn for him like a war wife)
THE FUCKING UNBEARABLE UNEXPLAINABLE, IRREDEEMABLE, BAMBOOZLING, FCKASS, SOUL SPLITTING MIND BOGGLING, TIME BENDING hate I have for people who scream whine and moan about how a character is ugly like - quit if u don't like
(these is literally how the Chinese fans are hating valko btw)
They did this for sylus, for caleb now this new li
Infold should genuinely focus on the global audience who is NOT BRAINDEAD atp cause genuinely wtf??
I remember them having a problem with us carrying rafayel in the beach banner like genuinely quit the game, no other otome game has such a restarded fandom.
writing prompt where self aware sylus gets to know how much money i spent on him and his banner and this BITCH STILL DOESN'T COME HOME AND GIVES SOME CARD FROM A STANDARD BANNER INSTEAD FUCK YOU SYLUS I AM GONNA KILL YOU
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Fuck you boo I love caleb now atleast he comes home.
Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Underage Sex aha
Relationships: Xia Yizhou | Caleb/You, Main Character/Xia Yizhou | Caleb, Main Character & Xia Yizhou | Caleb & You
Characters: Xia Yizhou | Caleb
Additional Tags: Submissive Xia Yizhou | Caleb, Men Crying, Horny Teenagers, Xia Yizhou | Caleb is Down Bad, Xia Yizhou | Caleb is Called Gege | Brother
Summary:
Soft, shy men who liked to be taken care of were always your type. Caleb never was. Too commanding, too stubborn, too used to telling you what to do.
So why is he on his knees this summer, begging for one chance to become whatever you want?
My ass done wrote a fanfiction, multiparty ahahaha (go read)
You found yourself inside the world of a game you love to play all the time…
Warning Tags (for this part only): Isekai/transmigration, slight thriller, possible reverse harem, dubcon, intimidation (WC: 1.1K)
Part 1 | Part 2 coming soon
You know you play this game all the time. You walk inside the association, fight wanderers, and meet all the LIs separately. You memorize the skill buttons like the back of your hand and reply with the best answers whenever they chat or talk directly to you.
So why the heck am I inside the game?
The first time you wake up in her body—the exact one like the character you customized, the better version of you—you scream so loud before a phone—assuming it’s hers—rings.
It’s Xavier. He’s upstairs. Ah damn it, how does she usually speak?
You ponder a bit too long before the ringing stops, and he messages you instead.
“What happened, Y/N? Should I go down?”
“Nothing happened! Just a cockroach in my bathroom! No need to come, I got it handled already!”
“Cockroach? You fight nastier wanderers, but you’re screaming because of a cockroach…?”
You don’t reply. Your heart thumps so loud it might jump to your throat; even the watch gives you a warning that your vitals are going haywire. You know where you are: at her apartment, with the dolls you caught from the arcade—that’s right. I did, not the LIs. They really suck at catching dolls. But that’s not the point. This is inside your game. But why are you here? You still don’t know. The last thing you remember in your world is eating half a cup of noodles, saving money for gems.
You ask for sick leave for a week to adjust yourself before facing this world. Everyone knows she’s a hardworking Hunter, so they all message you asking what is wrong and if there’s anything they can do to help. You feel glad she has a better social life than you do in real life.
You cancel all appointments with the LIs. Looking at her schedule—fully packed between work and meetings with five men while still having time for herself—you don’t think you can pull this off.
And so you search her apartment. You get startled several times by the hovering displays you accidentally touch—how your world’s tech can’t compare to this. Everything is almost automated, except cooking and working. You spend three days learning about this world before a bell disturbs your concentration. You take a peek; it’s Zayne.
Damn it—why does it have to be him?
You know how he pays attention to small details, and you’re sure he can see through you. He might “interrogate” you if he finds out you’re not her. Or worse, he’ll admit you to a psychiatric ward if you tell him your truth.
Ah, screw this. You open the door. There he is, in his neat white shirt, sleeves folded at his arms. He walks inside carrying a medical bag.
“Uh, hi? What’s with the bag?” You cautiously scan the contents. He pinches his nose and sighs.
“Did you forget the mandatory examination? You were supposed to come two days ago. I came so I can file the report immediately.” He swiftly takes his stethoscope and puts the blood pressure monitor on the table. “Now sit.”
You immediately sit, avoiding conversation so you won’t be found out. Eventually, you’ll be caught, but at least let it not be now, while you still know nothing about this world.
“Your heart beats faster than usual. Are you stressed or in panic?” You jolt, then smile sheepishly. He narrows his eyes a bit.
“I was just catching a cockroach, Zayne. It flew everywhere and I had to run to catch it.”
“Cockroach, huh…” Zayne doesn’t continue, only his hands working while examining your health. “Is there any discomfort or pain? I know you just came back from a grueling mission.”
No wonder your body aches all over. She might be used to this level of “discomfort,” but you’re used to a more peaceful life.
“I’m fine. Just a minor scratch or two. I already treated them by myself.” You try your best to mimic her usual conversation and tone. Luckily, Zayne just replies with a small sigh.
“You should take care of your body better.” He puts all his medical stuff back, then pulls up his laptop to enter your medical records. “I’m heading back soon. Want to meet up later tonight?”
“Uh, I still need time studying—recuperating. Maybe next week?” You grab your phone, pretending to look at your schedule.
He lifts an eyebrow, then stands immediately. “Fine. We can talk about it later.”
You walk to the front door, seeing him out. “Thanks for coming, Zayne.”
He turns his head, then kisses your forehead quick. “Don’t think you can run for long, Y/N.” Then he clicks the door shut, leaving you stunned.
Wait—I don’t remember raising his affinity this high?!
You put your hands over your mouth and throw your own—her body—onto the bed, rolling around, holding back a scream from the embarrassment of that kiss.
The next day is worse. Rafayel comes in and brings a lot of food, saying his "cutie" needs more nourishment after battling such powerful wanderers by herself. All of them are definitely not your favorite. You hate everything he laid on the table.
“Cutie, why aren’t you eating?” He props his face up with his hands on the table, glancing at you like a playful puppy. “Are you mad at me or something?”
“No? Why would I?” You feel confused about how to answer; you aren’t ready to meet anyone. You can only avoid his gaze every time he looks at you with concern. “I’m just not hungry, Raf.”
“But I bought all your favorites from that 5-star restaurant you like! How could you say you’re not hungry—you’re definitely angry at me!” He huffs and pouts, his hands folded across his chest.
“I—I’ll just take a bite, ok?” You take a spoonful of a soup—the least you hate—and struggle to keep down what you just swallowed.
“I know you’re hungry, eat some more!” He grins happily; you feel guilty.
He then continues to yap about lots of stuff and you just nod while eating the rest of the soup, taking notes on information about her life.
“You’re really not in the mood for eating, huh…” he scratches his neck awkwardly. “Was it because of me?”
You’re at a loss for words, only glancing at him. His eyes are watching you a bit too deeply for your affinity level. He takes your hand and puts his cheek on it, nuzzling your hand. You feel your hand go stiff,not knowing how to respond.
“Did you… hate what happened the day before you went on a mission?”
He stops nuzzling, his eyes looking at yours with a hint of sadness. He moves toward you, his hands on your cheeks. He leans a bit closer, almost kissing you. You clench your eyes closed, waiting for his kiss. But a moment later, nothing happens. You open an eye to see him smiling back like nothing happened.
“Juuust kidding!” He giggles like what he did before was just a prank.
“You—!” You want to get angry, but you can't.
He stands and looms over you, both hands on the table around you with the same smile still plastered, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I wasn’t, though. I’ll be waiting at my studio.” He backs away, taking his clutch before walking to the door. “You better be ready, cutie.”
You’re speechless as he looks back and blinks an eye before leaving and closing the door shut.
“Warning, warning, abnormal vital signs detected!” You jump at the loud notification.
Ah shit, what do I do?? You cover your face with both hands. It was a fun game, surrounded by five men who chased after you, but if you’re really stuck here, you can’t have them all. You sound like a jerk already, thinking about how to reject four of them.
Not to mention Tara and the whole association. Her body has awesome reflexes, but it won’t help you battle wanderers. You used to just press the buttons randomly when you were bored, but now? You’re going to die if they assign you to a solo mission.
Your concentration snaps at the sound of a window clacking. A crow is there—tapping the glass to be let in. Mephisto. Has Sylus been looking at your apartment this whole time?
You open the window and it flaps its wings in. It perches on top of your table, eyeing the food.
“You can eat them.”
Another ring from your phone. Sylus.
“I’m coming over tonight.” And he ends the call. You find yourself in a cold sweat. He could torture you if he finds out you’re not her.
You pace around, thinking of what to do, but your head is stuck. You use the time to clean up the rest of the food and the whole apartment. You don't realize that it has suddenly turned to night.
Another ring. An ominous one. You don’t need to take a peek.
“Open up, Y/N.”
So you do. He is standing right in front of the door; you have to tilt your head up to see his face, not used to his height. His eyes are looking at you, searching for something. He smells like leather and expensive wine, mixed with oud.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?”
You immediately open the door wide, and he enters, sitting straight down on the sofa. He stretches one arm across the back of the couch.
“So, who are you?” He asks straight to the point. Shit.
“Wh-what do you mean, Sy…?” You smile and speak, but your tone and your smile feel so out of place that you know he feels it too.
“Don’t lie to me—it’s no use.” He chuckles and shakes his head as he stands, walking slowly toward you. The closer he gets, the harder you feel your heart pounding. “You might think you mimic her perfectly, but your movements are more fluid. Different.”
“So I ask you again,” he corners you against the wall, both hands pinning you in so you can't escape,“who are you?”
I personally would run if Sylus ever interrogates me. He’s handsome and nice to mc but to everyone else? I might confess every sin I committed if he asks. 😂
I haven’t thought of who will be her partner in the end. Tell me your ideas as to whom you should end up with in this story in the comment, more than 1 person is fine I might be interested to write 3some for the first time 💚
edging and overstimulating sylus while he is tied up, as you tell him to count to 100. If he messes up he starts again.
At first he fucks up the count for fun, cause he is a cocky bastard, but then after a few ruined orgasms he mind genuinely turns to mush. After that, he tries to count every number properly like a good boy cause he wants that sweet release. And when he fails sometimes he cries out of frustration and tells you to have mercy on poor him.
CW: handjobs, egding/overstim, sylus is a good boy
happy aprilus hoorraayyy
“Ngh—kitten—don’t you think this is a little—haah—cruel?”
Sylus’ hips buck into your lube-slicked hand, his swollen cock giving a warning throb. You take it as your cue to pull away, leaving him aching as cool air replaces the warm pressure of your palm.
“Tch… cruel?” you smirk. “I thought you didn’t mind when I had my way with you?”
He shakes his head, making a sound somewhere between a laugh and groan. “I am letting you,” he insists, tugging lightly at the restraints binding his hands behind him.
“Really?” you muse, returning your hand, wrapping your fingers firmly around his cock for what must be the nth time. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re complaining.”
A broken grunt slips from his lips the moment you begin stroking again. Precum leaks steadily from his flushed tip, glistening against the pad of your fingers as you swipe it. A bead of sweat trails from his hairline, proof of just how long you’ve been dragging this out.
“I’m—just—fuck—“
“Hm..?”
You squeeze, and Sylus moans. His cock throbs hard in your hand and this time he’s unable to stop himself. Thick white cum begins to dribble from his slit before it shooting out, spurting across his chest and your fingers.
You hand keeps pumping his length, smearing the mess as you watch his orgasm ripple through his body. He twitches, pleasure blurring into overstimulation.
“Well,” you murmur, "you definitely weren’t supposed to cum yet.”
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