First Blood: Mature [f!tav]- (First post) Royalty!Tav gets her first sexual encounter 🩸😏
Make Me Feel: Mature [gn!tav] - Oh the old "unknown potion creates a sexual situation" 🫣🍆
This: Mature [afab!tav] - Astarion's catching feelings. And he hates it.. right? 😍😒
Different Kind of Intimacy: No spice [gn!tav] - Tav decides to change up Astarion's nightly feeds. 🩸😌
Just this..: Mild [gn!tav] - A good old make out sesh with our boy being all in love but he doesn't understand what it is yet. 😚🥹
Easy: Mature [gn!reader] - Astarion underestimates how easy seducing Tav is going to be 😬👀
Comfort: No spice [gn!tav] - Astarion sleeps on that uncomfortable ass board, well Tav can't.. so he starts to make additions to it ☺️🥹
Dancing with a Professional: Mature [gn!tav] - Drabble of some wall fucking prelude teasing. Tav deserves it though 🫦🥴
Slow Down: Mature [gn!tav] - Astarion's well practised efficiency is having trouble getting the job done, so Tav has to take a little initiative 🤠💦
With You: Mild [gn!tav] - Astarion is frustrated at his new armour, but you know your friend, even if he doesn't know himself 🫂⚔️
Not so Simple: Mature [gn!tav] - Soft, sleepy morning sex with Astarion in which he realises his feelings? Yes, please ☺️😏
Buyer's Remorse: Mild [gn!tav] - Astarion notices something going on between Halsin and Tav, and green is an ugly colour 🫣😏
Touching You: Mature [gn!tav] - Astarion wants to explore with you, and has a perfect middle ground 🫦🥵
Dishonest Deception: Mature [fem!reader] - Astarion's always had a snarky banter during sex but tonight is different 🤔🩸
Gale
Love and Longing: Mature [gn!tav] - Gale's first night without the threat of the orb and he gets bizzzegh. Part 1 to Goddess and Mortals 🍆✨
Goddesses and Mortals: Mature [gn!tav] - After some camp drama, Tav and Gale finally connect. Part 2 to Love and Longing. 🍑🫣
Educating Gale: Intro to Hatefucking: Mature - gn!Tav and Gale despise each other but that's not a bad thing. 🤬😏
A Practiced Tongue: Mature [afab!reader] - You realise that a slutty dress really brings a Wizard out of his shell. Part 1 to Lavender Haze 👅💦
Lavender Haze: Mature [afab!reader] - Gale finally gets to ahem.. erupt. Part 2 to A Practised Tongue 🤤💦
Just One More: Mature [afab!reader]- After the mission is a success, our wizard definitely needs some attention. Part 3 to A Practised Tongue and Lavender Haze ✊🍆😜
Transcendent: Mature [f!reader] - Tav comes to Gale's tent, desperately needing some wizardly affection 😏💦
Electricity: Mature [gn!reader] - What exactly does the Orb taste like, feel like on the tongue? 😜⚡
The Wizard's Game: Mature [f!reader] - Who can hold our longer; Gale's concentration, or Gale's need to cum? ✊🍆
For You: Mature [named!ftav] - Art Trade with wonderful Druizard. During a powerful storm, Aislyn and Gale get more than a little wet 🤭🌩️💦
Halsin
Praise You: Mature [gn!tav] - A head massage turns into a head massage 😏🍆💦
Wild and Wanting: Mature [gn!reader] - Eating Halsin's cake in a forest clearing, if you get my drift 👅🍰
Quickie's: Halsin: Mature [gn!reader] - Exactly what the title suggests; Halsin hot, hard and dominant 🥴🥵
Breathless: Mature [afab!reader] - Tied up, splayed out, Halsin's hand wrapped round your throat. How else would you spend the evening? 🥵🫢
Bittersweet Goodbye: Mature [gn!reader] - Before Halsin leaves for New Reithwin but there's one thing he needs 🫦🫂
Bg3 OC: Helna the Shadowcursed Undead
Death Becomes Her: Mild with CW - Halsin and Helna are on watch together in the Last Light camp. When the conversation turns to the past, they both share a moment within their tragic stories. 💀🫂
Brothers and Sister and Bears. Oh, my: [Writing prompt from the Astral Campfire] No warnings - Helna and her siblings come across any unusual friend whilst in the forest.
Bent not Broken: [Writing prompt from the Astral Campfire] Mature - Helna and Halsin share a night together, and it gets a little.. flexible
First Sight: No warning - A trip to the market is the last place you expect to meet the love of your life, right?
Uncharted
Sam Drake
Mutual Arrangement: Mature [fem!reader] - After 3 months in the jungle, Sam needs to unwind and you did have an 'arrangement' before he left 😏🍑
Thunderbolts*
Bob Reynolds
Cucumber: Mature [fem!reader] - Anti-sneezing logic applies in the bedroom, right? 🤭🥒💦
Love and Deepspace
Sylus
Bed Head: Mature [fem!reader] - Anyone had that bed head note? Say less. 😏🍆💦
Champagne Desires: Mature [fem!reader] Fantasising about Sylus is hard when he can hear your desires 🫦🥂
Curiosity Cures Boredom: Mature [fem!reader] - A drabble from Sylus' pov when he's looking at you 🥴🍑🍒
The Art of Distraction: Mature [afab!reader] - The bossman is busy but you wanna play 🫴📿
Safe Little Spoon: Fluff [gn!reader] - Sleepy soft Sylus likes to be the cuddly small spoon. Need I say more? 😌😴
That Sweet Sound: Mature [afab!reader] - A summerdress and chair sex go hand in hand, right? 😈🫦
Caleb
Gravitational Vibrations: Mature [fem!reader] Caleb overhears something he shouldn't 🐝💦
Valko
A Cheerful Distraction: Mature [afab!reader] [#BringBackValko movement] You, the player decide to matters into your own hands.. and well, mouth ✊🍆
Multiple Li's
The Clean Seat Collection: Multiple drabbles of the Main!five reacting to "cleaning my seat" trend 🌮👅
Premise: You, the player, decide to cheer up a very real Valko using more than just your words ✊🍆🫦
• Valko x Reader • MDNI
Meta!fic, valkoxyou, pre-#bringbackvalko movement, oral (m rec), soppy ending, knot but not knot, Valko's real and you're friends, he's sad, you're sad, you blow him to cheer him up, what's not to like?
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Tucked in the book nook under the stairs, Valko sat glued to his phone. He was doomscrolling. He had been all evening. Completely lost. Stuck in time and space. Perpetually flicking his long thumb across his screen.
His profile curls into view and you see his mouth turned down, his expressive brows pinched inwards. He sighs dejectedly, the weight of the world on his shoulders. You feel the ache of it in your own chest.
You couldn't believe the decision that had been so callously made. The backlash his involvement had generated. It was all so confusing, and frustrating.
It made you feel so helpless; especially while staring at the one at the centre of all of it, thumbing through vitriolic comment section, after vile comment section.
"You've been on that thing for over three hours, Val. You need to stop looking at it."
His eyes fall closed, and he exhales deeply, "I know."
"Then stop." You retort softly, sitting beside him, legs tucked underneath yourself.
He didn't respond, he just kept looking blankly down at the phone screen. The colours flashed across his melancholic features, his glasses shining with refractions of cruel sentiments and bitter words.
You sigh, and slowly reach your hand across his vision, clicking the side button to close his phone. Shadow blinks over his face, shielding him from the vicious attacks he'd been subjected to these past few days.
Sighing deeply again, he slowly stretches his head back to lean on the plush couch.
You didn't say anything into the silence, you let it sit undisturbed. It isn't your moment to speak.
Again, he sighs.
"I just didn't think they'd hate me this much." The pinch in his throat was evidence of his welling emotions.
"They don't hate you. You're just the face of all the problems they've been dealing with. Plus an unhealthy dose of crazy." You try to explain, with an added, futile attempt, at comedy.
"It's valid." His voice was hollow.
"No, it's not." You emphasise every word, furrowing your brow, "You know it's not. They don't even know you."
"They know enough."
You immediately shuffle closer and grab his face, the sadness in expression turning to surprise.
"No, they don't!" You counter, getting angrier, "They don't know the first thing about the real you. And know they'll never get to, unless we go down there and fight for you."
Valko shakes his head, "I appreciate you wanting to help but we aren't gunna make a difference--"
"--Oh, when I say 'we', I mean the fandom. Trust me, they won't stand for this."
Valko closes his eyes and winces away from your touch, brows creasing, "You don't understand--"
"No, I don't. I don't understand. I don't understand why they've made this decision. I don't understand why you're getting so much hate and I especially don't understand why you're letting this bother you so much.." Your voice fades, pivoting from frustration to understanding, searching for an answer.
It doesn't come easily. He refuses meet your eye.
"What..?" You keep your voice low, searching every inch of his beautiful face, as you gently thumb his cheek.
After a long, tenuous pause, he swallows, "I know I come across as arrogant, or smug, or an asshole at times. But you know.. it's all just.." he shrugs his shoulders, his gaze unsteady.
"The Alpha?"
"An act." He says with finality. His golden eyes finally look up into yours, an abyss of vulnerablity contained within them you'd not seen before, "It's not real. It's bravado. A protective blanket to cover a lifetime of insecurity. Of never being good enough. Never smart enough, never fast enough."
You blink unbelieving, lightly shaking your head against his protests, "Val.."
"And now everyone is screaming exactly what I've always believed about myself. Tagging me, tweeting me, DM'ing me--"
"--Then block them--"
"--I am! They're too fast for me to keep up." He defends, shaking his fists in frustration with tears welling.
You grab his phone and throw it on the armchair by the bookshelves.
"There. Gone." It wasn't angry, it was final, "No more. Enough."
He rolls his neck from side to side and throws his rapidly filling eyes to the ceiling, "I don't know what to do." He turns his sorrowful gaze to you, tears threatening, "Tell me what to do."
He was lost. Adrift in a sea of hatred and toxicity. Mired in a quagmire of his own unwarranted feelings of inadequacy, which was being compounded on by vicious liars and false accusations.
You wanted him to understand that while he felt lost, he wasn't alone. He had you. And you knew this backlash and foul behaviour was by a select and loud few. It wasn't how the fandom thought as a whole - it may not be perfect - but it was never like this.
It was never meant to be like this.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
You were so tired, you'd been fighting against the decision to cancel him for over a week and the announcement had finally been made.
You were exhausted.
Delirious.
You wanted to forget this whole situation just as much as he needed to.
So sleep deprived that you thought your next idea was a very good one. Plus you'd be kinda wanting to for a while..
"Take off your pants." You order casually.
"What? Why?" His face jerks into confusion.
"Because you need cheering up and I need a distraction."
His features turned to a questioning squint, "But then my legs will be cold.. why would I take my pants off?"
You sigh and roll your eyes around. How could a man be so smart, and so dumb at the same time? Placing a firm hand on his forearm, you enlighten him, "So I can blow you, Val."
His eyes widen to saucers and his cheeks instantly bloom pink, "Huh?"
"You heard me." You jutt out your chin, faking confidence.
Bravado, as the little Wolf said.
For a long moment he simply stares at you, but you could see the thoughts flashing across his mind at top speed, trying to make sense of what you were saying.
Unsure croaking echoed from his throat, "What..? You're serious? I mean you're not--of course you're not. You're joking. You're joking, right? There's no way you're being serious. Are ya? Cause if you're messing with me, ya couldn't have picked a worse time--"
Slowly, with enough time to stop you if he wanted, you grasp the back of his neck and tilt your head to plant a kiss squarely on his beautiful mouth. And you feel him kiss you back.
Warmth spreads through your lips and ripples your body, tingling your brain and flooding you with hormones.
Breaking the kiss, with barely a whisper of air between you, you ask, "Does that feel like I'm joking?" Curled in a low, playful register.
Pulling back, you see his eyelids flutter up over doped eyes. Holding his chin, you repeat your instruction, "Take off your pants, Valko."
He swallows and pants softly, mouth hanging open, then nods in a daze.
Securing your hair off your face, you stand in front of him, as he presses up through his feet and slides off his grey joggers.
His large cock jutts free from a sprawl of burgundy curls, thick and proud; the sweet lines of his obliques leading the way down to Nirvana.
You couldn't help but instinctively balk at the size of him, eyes widening. You knew he'd be big; he was a big boy. And he was hard just for you.
Biting your lip at the sight of him hard infront of you. Your stomach tumbles, and your core clenches uncomfortably with desire, as you look down on him with heavily-lidded eyes.
He clumsily licks over his lips, "Is-is it okay? I know the part where the knot.. Well, it's--"
"--Really hot?" You interrupt, curling your tongue around your smirk.
"Yeah?" He asked breathlessly, replying with this own smirk.
"Mhm," you murmur, as you descend to your knees, open hands resting on his muscular thighs. Half to tantalise, half to make sure you didn't fall over from our light-headed you felt.
He watches you intensely, topaz eyes alight with desire that follow you down.
Your heart is in your throat. Your lungs barely expanding through tight, measured breathing. Your head feels like it's being robbed of oxygen and replaced with pure oxytocin.
Searing heat rushes through your body; the horny version of fight, or flight taking hold of your adrenaline, spiking viciously. It has your vision blurring before you've even put your mouth on him.
His golden eyes almost glitter in the soft lamp light, as he utters, "Are you sure?"
You smile softly and nod, "I want to make you feel as incredible as I know you are. And, honestly? I've kinda wanted to do it for a while now." You admit, revealing a shy half smirk.
His brows sweetly crease upwards, as his expression eases into relieved acceptance, "I'm not gunna pretend like I haven't imagined this.."
"Well," you brush your palms between his legs and part his musclar thighs, "You don't just imagine it anymore."
Maintaining eye contact, you begin to kiss the inside of his meaty thighs. He hisses inward at the delicate contact, a slight squeak in the exhale. You pay careful attention to both his thighs, book-ending you between them, as you inch your way towards his twitching cock.
Slowly, delicately; torturously.
Patiently running your palms across his skin, raking your nails across his tensing muscles. Gliding one hand up his toned stomach, as the other draws circles on his hips.
You dive beneath his tee to shamelessly grab a titty. His peck bunches under the dig of your nails and he groans through gritted teeth.
"Fu--" he clamps his mouth shut to not curse.
Reaching the crease of his toned stomach with your tongue, you slather it along the muscular lines of his abs. His cock trembling and twitching less than an inch from your face.
Drawing your hand down his torso in incremental, slow circles, you begin to gently bite the meat of his hips.
"Mmmh, y-yeah." He hiccups, hips jerking him down to his toes as he moans.
"Does that feel good?" You whisper through pointed consonants, your hand trailing lower.
"It tickles, but like in the best way--hn!" His body flinches as you lick a sly tongue over his leaking tip.
He tastes salty. It intoxicates you.
Torn between looking at his beautiful, agonised face, mouth open and gasping for more; or his veined cock, flexing in bursts, leaving stretching trails of precum sticky on his stomach. You decide on both and flick another lave of your tongue and hum a satisfied moan.
"Mmm, you taste so good already." You purr, fluttering your eyes to momentarily close for good measure.
His brows crease upward and his mouth gapes, "Yeah..?" He tries, weakly.
"Mhm, I can't wait to taste you properly," your hand wanders into his happy trail, "to taste your cum as you cum down my throat."
His whole body shudders as you wrap your hand around his gorgeous cock and squeeze around the base. You can already feel his knot ready to swell from how aroused he was, the thrum of power behind it.
He barks out a hollowed call and you feel his thumping heartbeat through his dick, as it pulses more sticky anticipation.
He struggles an attempt to speak, "Mmnh, careful with t-that thing. It's sens-ens-itive."
You can't help but grin sinfully at his feeble warnings, as you glide your hand up his enormous length to test his head between your first three fingers. The wet viscosity of his precum coating your fingers and his purpling tip, as you softly test his resolve.
His canines flash as his fist slams down on a couch cushion beside him, clutching onto the plush fabric tight enough to permanently mark it.
You reach for him, barely covering his huge hand with yours, "Breathe, puppy, breathe.." you soothe, interlacing palm to back of hand, "I'm going to take really good care of you.."
"Mm-mm-I know.. I know.. feels s'good already." He opens his bleary eyes, irises glowing bright behind the blown wide black slits of his pupils, "Please-please.. more.. pleease."
The heavy weight of his cock trembles beneath your pumping fingers, as you peel his grip from from the pillow and place it against your cheek. The size of his hand dwarfs your face, as you press a gentle kiss against the lines of his wrist.
"I've got you. I've always got you." You whisper sincerely, pouring adoration and love through your gaze.
He nods, mouth creasing with emotion and eyes watering with something other than sorrow. Thumbing your cheek, he swallows thickly then sighs contentedly.
Guiding his cock to your lips, eye contact burning hot between you both, you take his cockhead into your mouth. His jaw falls open and his pupils flicker wildly, as he watches you welcome his dick inside your mouth.
You watch the features of his angelic face fall into ecstasy, crumble into oblivion; as your tongue encircles his plump head, then works the underside.
His hand falls to your shoulder and squeezes, as his chest rises and falls with deep, cleansing exhales that banish all the lingering hurt and stress.
Barely wrapping your fist around his enormous girth, and your lips around what you could fit, you work them in tandem to deliver him a slice of his own personal heaven. Slow at first, meeting your fist at the middle to warm up to his size. Then faster, a little deeper everytime; squeezing your tongue around the underside of his cock.
"Ahhhggh, fffuck--" The words fall pretty and breathless, as he muffles his keens against the back of his forearm.
Spurred by his reaction, you change positions and take him rougher; deeper, nastier.
"Ohh, fuck." His hand slaps down hard on the back of the couch, the wood groaning under his grip.
His back bows off the plush sofa, his face contorting in divine anguish. The garbled, sloppy sound of your mouth and throat grow louder, and so do his moans.
You feel a tickling on your knees and hear loud thudding, as his tail springs from him, wagging zealously and hitting the couch edge. His ears shoot upwards and erect, twitching and straining to pick up every slovenly noise.
You hum moans of enjoyment that vibrate your throat, letting him know that this feels good for you too. That this is what you want. Encouraging, deep moans from your heart, that let him know it'll all be okay.
Taking your other hand from his thigh, you wrap it around his straining knot at the base of his cock and begin stroking and gently squeezing it. Your other had still stroking him in rhythm with your mouth.
"Ohh-ohh my god." He whimpered, voice trembling.
The tension in his body was at breaking point, he was shaking from the force of his muscles pulled so tight.
You release him with a pop and tease your fingers over the tip, "Do you wanna cum, Val? Do you wanna cum for me?"
The scrambling, wanton noise he makes grips the back of your skull and has you imagining what he'd sound like if you sank your slick, dripping pussy down on him.
"I-I-" he stumbles with hissing breaths, "I don't wanna disappoint you. Don't want ya thinking I c-can't hold on a little long-onger."
"Shut up, idiot. Be a good wolf and cum for me."
That triggers something.
A.. Rumble.
A deep, cavernous rumbling growl from the darkest parts of the beast in him. The possessive, untamble, unbridled creature that lurks just beneath the carefully laid surface.
The sound shakes the books on the shelves, the lamp on the coffee table, the plant pots on the floor. It vibrates through his body, and reverberates through yours, blurring the sense of where he starts and you begin. It teases the veil between fiction and reality, the metaphorical and tangible.
Your pussy clenches around the aching ghost of him filling you entirely, the pleasure and pain of taking him down to the base. The throb of his knot as it forces it's way passed your swollen pussy lips to keep him deep inside you, where it was warm and welcome.
"Y-yess. Oh, my-g-god." He manages, practically swallowing his own lolling tongue, "Don't stop. Please--don'tstoppleasee."
Taking him in your mouth again, pushing passed the tears pricking in your eyes at his length. Mouth and hands working, adoring, worshipping; squeezing, stroking, swallowing.
Your eyes roll up into your head from the heady high of his threating orgasm. He was a mess. Panting pathetically, practically slobbering; his angular features cast in abject pleasure. You chase his inevitable release down like a hunter closing in on her prey.
His back arches, toes curling, thighs bowed out from tension and he falls over the precipice; surrendering to his Hunter.
Ragged, unyielding cries wrench from his chest and hoarse throat, as his hips jerk and sputter against your fists, "RAUGHH--AUGH--AGHH! MMNGH!"
He howls and moans, thrusting up deeper into your mouth, cumming in waves and spurting himself on your tongue.
He kept cumming, even as you gently stroke him down from his high. His pulsing cock wringing him of every ounce to claim your mouth with his taste and you licked up every drop he gave.
His knot now thickly pronounced and rock hard, cock still proudly erect, you stroke slowly and purposefully over every inch for the subtle aftershocks of overstimulation. He keens through a rumble, twitching and smiling down at you with a blissed out, glassy expression.
Both coming down from the moment shared between you, you blink several times.
"Whoa." Was all you could think to say.
"Yeah.." came his breathy reply, "Ohh.. that was.." he scoffs through a beaming smile, "incredible.. fuck." He looks exhausted, as his head lolls around.
"Why, thank you. I'm here all week." You tip a imaginary hat.
He laughs, breathlessly, "Oh, I'm willing if you are. My god." He clacks his tongue dryly against the roof of his mouth, "Jeez. That. I mean--holy god.. that was.."
He burbles like that for several minutes.
You thoughtfully go to grab a glass of cold water for him, while he reorients himself and tucks back into his pants.
You hand him the chilled glass of water and wipe the condensation off your fingers.
"Don't be mad." He prefaces, his face in a wince, "I may have broken the couch."
You mouth widens, shocked, as he leans forward to reveal he has indeed.. broken the couch. Snapped the back support beam in two splintered pieces, actually.
Covering your mouth to snicker you ask, "Wha--How the hell did that happen?"
"Uhh, were ya not there when you just gave me the best head of my life? Can ya blame me?" He irks a brow at you and shrugs out his shoulders with what could only be described as a wolfish smile.
You smirk.
There he was. There was Valko Ao.
You giggle, preening at the compliment, "Oh, I was there. That was hot. Right?"
His expression dazed into unabashed fervency, "That was so hot. God. I don't think I'll ever feel my toes again. They're still freakin' numb!"
He takes a huge glug of water to quench himself, then another.
You bite your bottom lip and shrug as you move to sit down beside him, "Oops, sorry not sorry."
He drains the glass and huffs out a long sigh. There's a peaceful silence between you both until he yawns widely.
"I needed that. Ohmygod." He admits, blinking labouredly. A calm settling over him that you'd not seen since before his first trailer was released.
"Something you also need. Bed." You tilt your head to him and poke his nose, as he yawns again.
He pauses, looking up at you with an expression you can't quite fathom; something between expectation, want and exhaustion.
"Would you-would you stay with me tonight? I don't wanna be alone." He croaks, straightening his glasses.
You reach across the small divide and brush back his slightly sweat damp hair, "Of course I will."
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In the morning, you're the first to blearily open your eyes. You brain doesn't give you a moment's peace before the heavy stone yesterday's cancellation announcement lands in your gut.
Feeling a solid, warm wall of muscle behind you, you remember you slept in Valko's bed last night.
You tilt your head to see his beautifully slumbering features pressed close to your hair and purse your lips fondly in sorrow for your poor Wolf.
You couldn't understand the decision that was made. The blind hatred he'd received.
Your gaze flicks to your phone and you bite the inside of you lip.
What ramifications did today have in-store?
You quietly reach for you phone, and carefully lay back down in Valko's arms.
Jesus Christ. How many notifications did you have?!
Clicking into them, you read the comments, posts, links to videos and discussion boards, links to petitions; a world wide cry for the Wolf to return. Your eyes swell with tears and you beam a huge grin.
You knew the fandom wouldn't let him down.
"Val. Valko. Wake up!" You hush, gently shaking him awake, "Val, wake up."
"Mm? Mm? What? What happened?" He murmurs, groggily awakening.
"Look!" You turn the brightness down and show him the phone, scrolling through to show him the hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of cries in every language in support of him.
You heard a loud sniff behind you and look back. His cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes brim with even more, as he smiles.
He smiles wider, showing his cute little fangs and you press a kiss to his mouth, "I told you the fandom wouldn't let you down."
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This was a catharsis 🤌 and I hope you enjoyed 😏😅 I have a Masterlist of other such sexy drabbles, if you feel so inclined 👀🤭
I’ve bought up this subject before, but I want to say it again because a lot of toxic/desperate Rafayel mains are being a little selfish. I’m not trying to guilt trip, and I’m not trying to be insensitive, but it needs to be said because I don’t want Jasmines’ sacrifice to be in vain. Despite it being a rerun, a lot of Zayne girls do not have GOA for various reasons, and Rafayel girls need to respect that. Do not let their efforts go to waste. They made Infold lose 2 million. That’s no joke; so it would be very disrespectful if Rafayel girls end up giving all that money to Infold after Zayne girls tried so hard not to pull.
Yes, I understand wholeheartedly that a myth is an extremely important thing to us, I know as a battle girlie and someone who used to live in glint photobooth before the boycott. However, let’s just think about the state of the game right now.
-> We are barely getting any battle features added to the game, so it makes no sense to pull for him for battles.
-> Reruns are a thing. And trust me when I say, if we boycott properly, the rerun will come very fast.
-> I know he isn’t real, however I know that we all value our mains and try to become better people for them. Rafayel himself has quoted “When there’s someone who only sees money, their work doesn’t have any soul or passion. What is there to be salvaged?” Just think about that for a minute. If he was in your situation, he wouldn’t even be logging in to the game.
It’s easy to say things, it’s hard to act on it. And that’s what Rafayel girls need to do. Bear with the times that aren’t simple, and bear with the ability to have patience. We all owe it to the Zayne girls that had to miss out on Zayne. Don’t let their patience go to waste, and don’t make them regret boycotting.
And to those who are fighting for Valko, make sure to stick to what you have dedicated yourself to. Do not let Infold push you or your love interest around like this. Why endure them using Rafayel to pay up for their mistakes?
Thank you all to the Miss Bodyguards who are understanding and are boycotting. You all are strong soldiers and I know for a fact Rafayel is cheering you on. I’m not forcing anyone to not pull, at the end of the day it’s all up to you. I’m just encouraging not to, because I know how upset a lot of Zayne girls were that Infold decided to throw GOA at them. It’s all your choice but please consider and maybe just open your mind a little. We all need to play our part to fight for what we want; don’t let others carry that weight for you.
It fucken sucks. But it's gotta be done. We'll get the re-run of it soon enough. They'll want the money they missed.
IF Raf's myth is dropped, it will be the last straw to break their silence. Raf is their money child, their good time boii. If he fails? They'll be BEGGING us to return.
Valko? Returned.
QOL issues, bug fixes and dia farming? Fixed.
Communication? Thriving
Please. Don't let the Jasmine's sacrifice be in vain. Stand strong. Stand for the Dev teams. Stand for the movement.
when someone is completely fucking wrong about your blorbo but you don't want to argue about what basically boils down to opinions about shit that doesn't matter so you just sit there like
The scent of the apartment hit him before he even reached the door.
That was always how it worked. Valko would clear the front door, shift his bag on his shoulder, and without thinking—without even meaning to—his chest would expand, pulling in everything. The sharp bite of the laundry detergent you both used, the faint trace of the citrus dish soap from the morning’s coffee mugs. The ghost of whatever you'd cooked that morning. And underneath all of it, quiet and constant and unbearably familiar, the warm specific sweetness of you.
Two years of this. Two years and it still stopped him on his tracks every single time.
To anyone who shared a class with him, Valko was the guy with half rimmed glasses, soft sweaters, neckband headphones around his collar like he'd forgotten they were there, a battered copy of whatever textbook he was working through dog eared on his desk. He took meticulous notes in handwriting that was almost too neat.
He called his mother every Sunday without fail, usually from the kitchen while something was already on the stove. He brought back containers of homemade food after weekend visits home and left them in the fridge with little labeled lids because he knew you'd forget to eat otherwise.
He was, by every reasonable measure, a gentle giant with a soft spot for his family and an embarrassing weakness for old equipment manuals.
The wolf underneath all of that was another matter entirely.
He'd stopped trying to logic his way out of it somewhere around month six of your lease. The obsession had settled into him quietly, the way water finds the shape of whatever holds it—gradual, total, and by the time he noticed, already everywhere. He loved the way you laughed when he miscalculated a doorframe carrying furniture. He loved that you used his arm like a headrest when you were tired without seeming to notice you were doing it. He loved that you trusted him with the small, unglamorous parts of your life—the bad days, the grocery runs at midnight, the moments when you needed someone solid nearby without having to explain why.
He told himself it was just closeness. That it was natural, living with someone this long. That plenty of people felt this way about their roommates.
He was lying to himself and he knew it.
You never noticed the small things. That was the part that made it simultaneously easier and worse.
You didn't notice the way his jaw tightened every time you mentioned Caleb's name in passing. You didn't notice that when he draped his coat over your shoulders on cold nights, he always took a moment longer than necessary to settle it there, his hands resting briefly on your shoulders, his nose dipping almost imperceptibly toward your hair. You didn't notice the way his whole body oriented toward you when you moved through a room, like a plant turns toward a window without deciding to.
Two years of this and you'd noticed none of it.
Caleb, though. Caleb was a different kind of problem.
The name sat wrong in Valko's mouth every time he heard it. Your boyfriend. The pilot stationed out in Skyhaven, the one who'd existed in Valko's life as nothing more than a name and a reason you packed a bag every other weekend. You always went to him. A wave from the doorway, a small oveñnight bag, the shuttle to Skyhaven. Back by Sunday night, sometimes Monday morning if the transit ran slow.
Two years, and Valko had never once seen him. Fine. He could work with that.
What he couldn't work with was the scent. Or rather, the complete absence of it.
It defied every instinct he had. A man who kept a woman—who spent weekends with her, who held her hand and her body—should leave something behind. It was a biological fact, not a sentiment. Every time you came home from Skyhaven, Valko would brace for it. Would stand in the hallway with his teeth ground together preparing to smell another man all over you.
Every single time, there was nothing.
Just you. Clean and warm, like you'd spent the weekend alone in a hotel and not with someone who was supposed to love you. No territorial overlap. No claim. Nothing.
It didn't reassure him. It made him furious. A man who loved you would mark you without even trying—it would just happen, the natural consequence of closeness and time. The fact that it hadn't happened said something.
He doesn't know what he has.
Since Caleb clearly wasn't going to handle it, Valko had decided— without discussing it with anyone, including himself—to handle it instead.
It had started small. Sitting on your side of the couch when you were out because "the lamp was better over there". Leaning in your doorframe a beat longer than necessary. Gradually, the apartment had become his in ways that only his own nose could confirm. Your throw blanket carried him now. The pillow on the left side of your bed—your side—carried him. He'd lie across your mattress on the afternoons you were in seminar, shoulders rolling slow against the sheets, transferring the scent from the back of his neck and the inside of his wrists onto everything you'd touch when you slept.
He wanted to be the reason the room felt safe to you, even if you'd never know why.
The laundry had come later. He'd started folding yours without being asked because it was a practical thing to do, a completely normal roommate thing—and if his hands slowed over certain items, if he stood in the laundry room for longer than strictly necessary with warm shirts pressed to his face, that was between him and the four walls.
He wasn't proud of the drawer.
Your scent there was undiluted, something the rest of the apartment couldn't match—private, concentrated, intimate. The first time he'd opened it he'd been looking for your spare key. He'd stood there for a long time, glasses pushed up into his hair, one hand braced on your dresser, taking slow careful breaths and trying to remember what reasonable behavior felt like.
He'd gone back to his room. He'd thought about you.
He'd told himself it would clear his head.
It had not cleared his head.
Two days ago he stood in front of your closet with his heart going faster than he wanted to admit.
You'd been out getting groceries. His hand moved through your dirty clothes on autopilot, past the jeans, past the sweaters, until his fingers closed around silk.
Soft. Warm from being buried against other fabric. Almost nothing against the width of his palm.
He lifted them to his face before he'd fully decided to.
There was your scent, the core of it. He stood there breathing it in with his eyes closed and his chest heaving, and then, he searched. Every thread. Looking for any trace of another man underneath yours.
Nothing. Just you. Entirely unmarked you.
The growl that came out of him was low enough that only he could hear it.
Something about that absence sent a rush of heat down his spine that he wasn't prepared for. His back had found the closet wall.
He couldn't stop himself.
One hand kept the silk pressed to his face. The other worked fast around his cock, his jaw tight, breathing controlled through sheer habit. He'd imagined you beneath him, his weight pinning you into the mattress, his teeth finding the curve of your shoulder, his scent finally, permanently replacing the nothing that Caleb had left behind. When he came it was blinding and quiet, his head dropping back, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
He'd cleaned up carefully. Returned everything. Walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on like a normal person.
He was a patient man. He was methodical. He had excellent grades and he called his mother on Sundays and he was going to wait for the right moment. But the conclusion had already been reached, somewhere in the back of his skull where logic and instinct lived side by side.
He was going to take you. It was a matter of time. He was just waiting for the right moment to show you that a real man didn't leave his woman smelling like an empty room.
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The July heat was suffocating. Valko had been inside an exam room for two hours and his brain felt wrung out like a dish cloth. His glasses had fogged twice on the walk from campus, he was looking forward to the AC. He was looking forward to you.
It was a Friday so he'd stopped at the bakery on the corner. Two cinnamon rolls, extra cream cheese frosting. He had them in a plastic bag hooked over two fingers.
He reached the door and stopped. His nose twitched.
The scent of the hallway was wrong. Not dangerous, just wrong.
Valko's brow creased. He put his glasses back on.
He unlocked the door slowly, the click of the mechanism very loud in the quiet hallway, and pushed it open.
The air inside hit him all at once.
He stopped moving. His hand stayed on the doorknob, grip tightening by degrees until the metal pressed hard into his palm, and he stood in the entryway and looked at his living room like a man trying to solve a problem he hadn't been told existed.
There was someone on the couch.
Long legs stretched toward the coffee table. Dark tactical jacket, sleeves pushed up, the kind of build that came from actual use rather than a gym.
And tucked against his side, head on his chest, hand flat against his collarbone—
You. Laughing at something he'd just said.
Caleb.
Valko's mind was still trying to catch up. His instincts weren't waiting.
The heat that moved through him was immediate, flooding from his chest out, his vision sharpening at the edges the way it did when something in him decided a situation required full attention. His breathing stayed controlled—barely, through discipline and nothing else—while every animal thing in him was screaming to move forward. To put himself between you and the man currently comfortable in a space he had no right to be comfortable in.
My couch. The thought was irrational and he knew it and it didn't help. My apartment. My—
As if feeling the shift in the room, Caleb's head turned.
His eyes found Valko's across the space with a directness that said he'd known someone was there before the door finished opening. Dark eyes, calm, taking in Valko's full height and the white knuckled grip on the doorframe.
He didn't look away.
Neither did Valko.
You sat up, something lighting in your face when you saw him. "You're home early." You smiled, easy and warm, completely unaware of the temperature of the room. "Valko, this is my boyfriend Caleb. Caleb, this is my roommate, Valko."
Caleb stood up and extended his hand. He was tall—nearly matching Valko’s height—but where Valko was built like an immovable wall of muscle, Caleb possessed the lethal, agile grace of a feline.
Valko crossed the room and took it.
"Good to meet you," Caleb said. Flat. Even.
And the bottom dropped out of everything he thought he understood.
The scent hit him the second their palms connected, not foreign, not the aggressive territorial brand of another man he'd been grinding his teeth against for two years. It was you—your exact scent, the one Valko had spent two years cataloguing down to its smallest note—but run through something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. Amplified through the biology of a dominant male until it had become its own thing, something that pressed into Valko's lungs like a hand against his sternum and didn't let up.
Caleb smelled like you the way a home smelled like the people who lived in it.
Two people did not share the same biological signature. That was not how any of this worked. Unless—
His brain didn't finish the thought. His body had already moved on without him.
The heat he felt all over his body was not aggression. That was the part that made no sense, the part that his wolf had no framework for because this wasn't a territorial response. This wasn't the hot, focused anger he'd been bracing for every time he imagined finally meeting the man who had you. This was something strange and considerably more humiliating, a frequency he hadn't known he could receive, vibrating straight through the bones of his hand where Caleb's grip still held.
His cock hardened so fast his vision went momentarily white at the edges.
He couldn't stop it. Couldn't reason with it. Two years of wanting you, of your scent living in the back of his throat like something he'd swallowed and never fully digested—and now here was this man, wearing you like a second skin, your sweetness wound so completely through his scent that Valko couldn't separate the two. Couldn't find where you ended and Caleb began.
It was the most overwhelming thing he had ever experienced. His knees felt weak.
Caleb's grip tightened.
His eyes hadn't moved from Valko's face. Valko watched the shift happen—the smile staying but changing underneath, becoming something quieter and darker. He'd clocked the pupil dilation. He'd clocked all of it.
"Something wrong?" Caleb asked
Valko could not breathe. The apartment was saturated with your/his scent and his body was making decisions he hadn't authorized, and he was going to do something catastrophic if he stayed in this room for another ten seconds. He didn't know what but he didn't want to find out.
He pulled his hand back.
"I forgot—" His voice came out completely unrecognizable. He didn't look at you. Couldn't. "The lab. I left something. I have to—"
He was already at the door. He had no memory of crossing the room.
The hallway air hit him cold and he kept walking, down the stairs, out into the July heat that suddenly felt like nothing compared to what he'd just left behind.
Before I jump into the AM report, I want to take a second to thank all of you for the support on these posts. I started them simply because I wanted to use the small platform I have to get as many people involved in this movement as possible. I'm truly honored that so many of you appreciate them. I promise I won't let you down 🫡
AM Report 7/2/2026
As of 9:30am CDT:
LADS following count: Instagram 920k, X 657.5k, TikTok 895.3k, YouTube 325k
Petitions: 219.5k and 90.8k
Vorpal Sword Entertainment Syndicate (a voice acting studio that works with Infold) posted in support of #bringvalkoback
#bringvalkoback is trending in 43 countries!
I'm not sure where this is, but a large crowd gathered to see a billboard of Valko here
Another X user is starting a fundraiser for a wolf conservation center here
Valko's theme has become LADS's most popular song on Spotify and Apple Music
CyYu has spoken up about the situation, as well as several other well-known creators
AX2026 has changed their Twitch settings so that only people who have been following them for a week or more can access the chat. After the way we flooded the live chat yesterday, we can only assume it's because of us
The CN fans have reached a new total spending amount of 84.3 million RMB (over 12M USD)
Several people who work in business and marketing (including myself) are agreeing that the most logical thing for Infold to do is bring Valko back. If they don't, the effects could be catastrophic for their company—and that's not an overstatement
RUMOR: people have pointed out that the wording and lack of official seal on Infold's statement about Valko are suspicious. Many people have started believing this could all be a PR stunt to test our reactions.
New Protest Strategies
Chinese Cultural heritage: we need to be more vocal about how LADS has helped players learn about Chinese heritage and culture. This will help to calm the bad press Infold is getting in China.
Respecting the Craft & Creative Freedom: emphasize the amount of work that went into creating Valko and his storyline. We CANNOT be okay with the work of developers, artists, VAs, etc. getting thrown away so easily.
Unity: it's very important we continue to work as a group. Personally, I have never seen the LADS fandom so united. We also need to emphasize the importance of representation and diversity in the fandom and game.
A Stance Against Bullying. Love over Hate: Infold literally folded under pressure from bullies. This is LOVE and Deepspace. The six love interests are meant to allow everyone to find something they like. We also need to continue donating to and raising awareness for charities, like the wolf conservation centers.
Chocolate: Since the fandom has agreed Valko loves chocolate, we can try to get some chocolate companies involved.
DO NOT LOG IN! We're still trying to affect their DAU metric.
Don't expect a statement from Infold until Wednesday. With Anime Expo this weekend, and a historical day in China on the 7th, it's unlikely they will say anything about the situation until then.
Keep fighting! Antis worked for seven days to get Valko's release cancelled. We have to continue to make noise in order to be louder than them. Many companies will wait out protests for a few days to see if they fizzle out.
Don't lose hope! We're making a HUGE impact already!
Take care of yourselves. Take breaks, eat, drink water, and get plenty of rest.
Resources ↓
Notes Do NOT log into the game. We need to affect their DAU metric (daily active users) Unfollow on social media (Instagram, X, TikTok, etc.
To all of my fellow Americans, have a happy fourth! I'm going to do my best to still give you a midday and PM report. The fight for Valko continues! Sending my love!
Look at this face. The silly, sassy bitch. How could they have cancelled him? 😅🤭
Even if you're not in the Love and Deepspace fandom, if you have 2 minutes spare.. would you sign the petition to bring him back, please? 👀🤞
Some extremist, toxic fans in the CN server forced the developers to remove him. Their foul and disgusting behaviour of leaving animal shit and funeral wreaths at their office doors, caused Infold/Papergames to bow to their demands. Bullying will not win! We fightin' with love, bitches ☺️😚✨
There's a massive global boycott going on to #BringBackValko will you join us? 💪🐺
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
11:30AM CDT—Not a lot to report as of right now, but here's what I have:
Valko's hot topic community on Weibo has over 10k members, and is currently Number 7 on the overall Game Character Popularity chart (very high ranking!!)
#aoyin is trending on XHS/RedNote. The vast majority of the posts I'm seeing are asking to bring Valko back. A lot of antis are switching up their tune, saying that they regret ever asking to have him removed.
LADS following count: Instagram 924k, X 658.7k, TikTok 901.5k, YouTube 326k
The JP Instagram account has less than 10k. Mind you, it had over 100k before the boycott. The JP girls are putting in the WORK
App ratings are still going down. It's much more difficult to do on the App Store, but we're down to 3.2!
Petitions: 211,400+ and 88,700+
Fans at AX2026 are putting up posters, carrying around #bringvalkoback merch and signs, and there is a shrine of sorts to him outside of the venue
We are still trending on X! I don't have an exact post count, but it's well over a million
People are starting to get responses to their emails. It's the same copy-and-paste response, but it means Infold is seeing them!
VIPs are still messaging their VIP reps. Many have gotten responses (again, copy-and-paste).
I cannot confirm this, but CN fans have said that Infold's rivals are manipulating articles and news. Fans are doing their best to get them taken down.
Fans from various regions are buying stars, meteors, and adopting wolves from conservation centers to bring some positive attention to the movement.
Many different communities are involved now. Various creators have posted in support of #bringvalkoback. Fandoms such as Army, Stays, Engene, Genshin players, and many more are joining in to help.
Remember!
DO NOT LOG IN! We're still trying to affect their DAU metric. Believe me, I know it's hard—I'm fighting the urge to redownload. But getting Valko back is worth the struggle.
Don't expect a statement from Infold until Tuesday. With Anime Expo this weekend, and a holiday in China on Monday, it's unlikely they will say anything about the situation.
Keep fighting! Antis worked for seven days to get Valko's release cancelled. We have to continue to make noise in order to be louder than them.
Don't lose hope! We're making a HUGE impact already!
Take care of yourselves. Take breaks, eat, drink water, and get plenty of rest. Sending my love!
Hey loves, heres a few graphics we might find useful
Remember; nothings been confirmed yet!! No news rn is good news because it means infold is trying to make a consice statement and actually handle this with the gravity it deserves
posting this again to try to reach as many people as i can!! here's a link to a google doc i made. it has some tips, RedNote protest info, petition links, email addresses, and an email template that you can copy and paste.
