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Caleb Meowschool badge 🍎moment post : ALL possible outcomes

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so Meowschool Collection is back in shop without the Exclusive meowco requirements , it triggered new caleb post like everyone

since i have all the post up i had to complete the series lolol

Requirements

Play kitty card with Rafayel to get Exclusive Meowcos token (not required for caleb)

Draw Kitty Arts badge from the Meowschool collection

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Previous Meowschool Badge post:

|Rafayel

|Zayne

| Xavier

| Sylus

Check my pinned for more all possible outcomes of Chat and post from Love and Deepspace

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[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), hatake kakashi, uchiha itachi (naruto), your favorite.

[awionetka]

➢ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛!𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ➢

[mintybagels]

one last post before the new year, hope yall had a great one!

can’t wait to see sonic 3 for my birthday 👀 im getting back into sonic i think lol

[circecyerce]

AO3 LADS Fic Recs Jan-Feb 2025

temptation's kiss by OrangeButt73 NSFW

“You want us to wait this out,” you say it for him, because he refuses to by the way he shuffles his feet like he’s nervous, like he’s caught red-handed committing a crime. He seems to consider something. And then — an admission, albeit a hushed one. “Yes,” he whispers. Curbs the affection from scratching the surface. Your eyes narrow at him, sharp slits that are ill-tempered. “But you won’t let me fuck someone else.” Rafayel nods his head, no hesitance this time as he already knows he’s being selfish. “Yes,” he whispers, again, another admission that feels too heavy, too loving — too cruel. You want to give. Rafayel wants to take.

kinktober in deepspace by seyachu NSFW

an attempt at kinktober for love and deepspace. (with afab!reader and gn!reader) please mind the individual chapter tags! all are STC/be updated along the way ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ D1: somno (xavier) D2: vibrator/morse code (sylus) D3: medical/doctor kink (zayne) D4: costumes/roleplay (maid!rafayel) D5: phone sex (caleb) D6: exhibitionism (jeremiah) D7: sex pollen (bday!xavier) D8: wax play (rafayel) D9: breastfeeding (caleb) D10: cockwarming (zayne) D11: ???

His Watchful Eye by dollgxtz NSFW

"Good girl, keep chewing. Don't bite your tongue" All you could mutter was a moan, unable to think straight in your drug hazed state. You managed to swallow. All you felt was warm heat radiating off of slightly pale flesh. You blushed and planted your face in his neck. Sylus put the fork down, amused by your affection. Getting up from the sofa in the room, he laid you down on his bed. He began unbuckling his belt.

Between the Blades of Grass (Sylus x Female Reader) by aeyumicore NSFW

When Sylus, the strongest warrior of the Grasslands, chooses you as his mate, you're forced to consummate your union in front of the entire clan. Inspired, but not continued off of, the new 'Grassland Romance' memory.

I'll Come Back To You by Ophella SFW

You are the centre of their universe, whether you know it or not, and each of them cannot bear to lose you again. So what happens when they do?

Take Your Time, Miss Deer by borkunlimited SFW

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes. Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or- -Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger. A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

[spookyspeks]

Her name is Nina and she's Jon's mother!

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Prelude to a New Tomorrow

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“If I were a composer…you would be my Magnum Opus…”

(Current: Sylus Archives(Article: I)- 003)

(Previous: Yes…? No…? Maybe so…?-002)

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Hmm? Oh it’s my cue? Oh!

Welcome! Welcome to the world of Love and Deepspace where we—…hmm? Oh? Oh they know it already? Oh well…umm then hi! Skipping through the pleasantries…let’s move forward! Currently we are giving you the exclusive viewpoint of the story from a different character…Your usual narrator is on a break and hence I’ll be taking over.

Before we continue forth, keep in mind that, my job here is just coverage, I don’t write anyone’s stories and neither am I interested in them.

We’re sorry for the inconveniences caused….well shall we begin then?

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Sylus Qin…a man feared amongst the mass…standing as one of the most wanted criminals for the Linkon city Police and the Hunters’ Association to get their clutches upon,

a man who held such a huge bounty over his head, it had become a historical record to keep and store maybe even in the museums…Yet he held not even a flicker of distress behind his ruby eyes…

And the bounty? Oh please, he could pay four times the amount of that sum any day to any individual.

He was a man of many wonders and mysteries…one that even the cosmos failed to unravel.

He was the writer of his own Destiny. Fate? She could never ever strike the chords of his life and was merely bound to him…bound to make him end up with his beloved, in every life that is there for him to come and go…

Soon arrived that one fateful day in his current life, the one which he had eagerly waited on for eons to befall…many months ago, his first meeting with her…

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He had returned from a long hiatus, even unknown by his own organisation about his whereabouts…

she had come to the N109 Zone for investigations to be carried out about himself and Onychinus…

The place which was deemed to be perpetually lawless, the place where even the Hunters’ Association hesitates to peep into, she had come…

When his eyes met hers for the ‘first’ time, he could strongly conclude that she hadn’t changed…not one bit…

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She was a Deepspace Hunter now huh? When he saw her,

his breaths yearned for hers,

his touch yearned for hers,

his heart yearned for hers…

his soul yearned for hers…

but he kept his composure, his pride, he had an image to uphold…

His heart had ached, the pain flashed upon his face for a fraction of a nanosecond, disappearing soon after within the depth of his soul…when the shopkeeper had told him the reason why they couldn’t Resonate with their Evols…

…she was disgusted by him…

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Soon after the Auction, he’d let her go, after giving her the answer she came to look for…partially

But did he have any ulterior rational motive? maybe it was to give her time to remember him? To recognise him?

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Familiarity began to breach it’s way through within themselves, when he’d first crashed a visit at the Karaoke Bar, she’d went with her work friends…

….“Oh my god MC who’s this hottie?”

“Yeah how does he know you~?”

“Is that your boyfriend~?”, came by the fleeting questions once he’d sit at their table, talking to her…

He’d hear the obvious irritation in her tone, that means he did his job right…

….“Hi! I’m Tara, one of MC’s colleagues and good friends! *giggles* she never introduced you to us, who might you be?”, chimed in one from the table. She had short-brown-flowy hair upto her shoulders, and was honestly adorable, even he had to agree to some extent.

“Skye—you may call me as her ‘Bestie’”…

….She groaned, her friends laughed, the smirk on his face stayed…he was enjoying it too much…

They shared a duet.

For her, it was simply a song sung among two people, trying their best to make it mellifluous.

To him, it was an epiphany, a symbolism of the caricature that though space-time were ever changing; she was his forevermore…

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A single meeting turned to two, then three, maybe even four or five, he never kept count, he’d always be overjoyed towards any small update that she pressed onto him of herself. She could talk for days, even weeks—or months, and he would hear her, hear the woman whose voice was the sole form of music to his tone-deaf life…

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It was a long work day for Onychinus’s boss,

having five business deals to go to,

an auction to attend,

He didn’t care about any of the following, but he would have to go, go for the sake of ‘upliftment of Onychinus’s reputation’, as some would often term…

As if people were blissfully aware of what Onychinus was, or capable of doing…

An abandoned construction site, at the corner of a narrow lane? It was the same place, most chose and yet they talked of how secretive their working methods were when he could clearly tell.

He scoffed internally, frankly this all was a waste of his time… They barely ever knew the basics about business in the N109 Zone, and they had the audacity to approach him. He had never once chosen the same place to meet for work purposes, only mediocrities would make that mistake. He listened to each dealer for a maximum of two seconds, before calling in the other. He knew they all were useless. This was useless.

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Upon returning back to his base, he heaves out a tired sigh…

he gestures at Luke and Keiran, his trusted henchmen, to take care of the stuff… “Yes bossman!”. He had enough faith them, he knew they could handle the job properly.

Right now…he needed some rest, it was a long day.

Even the leader of Onychinus gets tired…

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*ping!*

It was a notification, from the Mephisto app,

Oh. Who’s Mephisto you ask? Well, Mephisto was his ‘companion’…It was the mechanical drone…a mechanical drone shaped like a crow to be precise, a product of intricate craftsmanship, engineering and metal... Sylus was proud of him, although he would never admit that out loud.

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“Destiny Cafe, huh?”

He wondered, having employed his mechanical crow to ‘keep tabs’ upon his beloved and her everyday life…for ‘safety purposes’…

Well in short, the mechanical bird nearly followed her every step, where she goes when she’s free, what she does after leaving work, what condition she’d be in after a Wanderer fight or some other field mission, does she drink? Who that annoyingly clingy blonde colleague of her is, always falling asleep with his head on her shoulder whenever he gets the chance. Who that overtly handsome…wait no no…umm, what he meant was…

Whoever that overtly boring doctor friend she had at Akso, was…

Even when she was hired to be a body guard for a certain famous artist, he would roll his eyes…

Was she aware of this? For a long time now.

Did she care? No.

Was it creepy? Maybe.

Would he give a shit? N-a-h.

At least he isn’t some old family-friend, the type to secretly, plant a chip onto her and watch her every move, without her consent.

*ping*!

KITTEN 🐱

Kitten 🐱: I see Mr. Caw Caw just watching me while I try to drink my coffee.

Kitten 🐱: If you miss me so much why not just come and visit me.

Kitten 🐱: *location sent*

Kitten 🐱: Oh and don’t be late, you know how particular I am about punctuality.

She was feisty, and he loved every bit of it.

Sylus: Reaching in 20.

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That was the first time, he ever went to Destiny Cafe…he knew there was a popular cafe in Linkon, but he didn’t bother upon learning the name…he didn’t need to, well that is until now…

“Destiny Cafe huh Kitten? What is so special about this place that draws you in?”

“Okay! First of all the menu and the quality of each product here is heavenly! Plus, I mean look around, the aesthetics, what’s not to like???”

“Now don’t tell me the Skye, has never ever drank coffee…”

She teased, as she poked at his chest. Such audacity, if it were anyone else, a bullet would go right through their head before they could’ve even adhered upon the thought…

“I’ve had my fair share of coffee, I need it to function smoothly, besides I hope you’re not forgetting that I sleep during the day and work during the night, I need tonnes of caffeine kitten.”

“Oh yeah, sometimes I forget…it’s as if you’re Batman or something.”, he had memorised every little detail about her.

Even simple conversations like such echoed throughout his heart like a loud boom. Every moment with her was a moment, worth living for. She was the sole purpose of his life in this timeline, and every other timeline that was to come…

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His eyes used to wander throughout her entire form, while she talks with her friends, her colleague(s), even her primary care physician…and the artist that hired her as his bodyguard.

The number of people she was acquainted with seemed to know no bounds, perhaps it was all in her charm…

He had always been a keen and observant man, hence the reason he could oh-so minutely tell the differences throughout her personality as she talked to the various people revolving around her in life…

Her eyes held lyrical allegories behind them, as if each significant man were a note in the composition that upon uniting with her would result in the formation of a holistic melody…

His mind would often start to wander at intervals…did he truly know her?

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“An auction?”

“Mhm.”

“And why do I have to go again?”

“A partner would increase the increase the reputations of Onychinus.”

“And since when do you care about that?”

She was right…he didn’t…he wouldn’t even attend them before…

But now having been reunited with her again, he had the overwhelming urge to show her off…

It was silly, silly for the leader of Onychinus, one of the most feared, top and respected organisations of the N109 Zone, Sylus Qin to feel…smitten…smitten towards his beloved from his past life…who barely even recognised him now.

What would he even form an answer with? He was left speechless. It was a pleasant feeling…

“…”

“It’s not obligatory for you to accompany me kitten.”

His tone was…disappointed?

She smirked, adding upon the final touch-up to her outfit for the night before she emerged out of her room.

“Who said I wouldn’t go?”, she pulled him closer by his dusk wood, strapped tie…

“I have to go, especially when the boss of Onychinus is being…this submissive~”, she lets go, walking towards her front door…

She knew she had him in her clutches, and he knew he wouldn’t ever dream of escaping even if he could…he wanted to drown himself within her presence…

Oh and did he speak of how she looked?

Maybe it’s best that he leaves it within himself…since no word would be even close to becoming eligible enough to describe how ethereal she looked as the moon shone it’s gleam down upon her, making her glow…as if she was one with the cosmos…

“What are you staring at? Let’s go.”,

Oh what a mess she had made out of him…

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“May I have this dance m’lady?”, he bowed, holding out his palm in front of her…

“I would be a fool to reject an offer from the leader of Onychinus himself…”, she placed her gloved palm onto his…

The rhythm was slow, yet familiar…too familiar…as if it felt like home…home? What was the concept of a ‘home’? He had never had a home before…maybe in Tarus city…but that never truly felt like home, not until he’d gotten to know her…

She was his home, his identity…she named him ‘Sylus’, made him the one who stands upon the Earth today…

The two of them were an amalgamation of one another…their hearts were one, desires were one, souls were one…one with each other…

his existence held no meaning without her…

She twirled gracefully in his arms, the both of them dancing to the melody breathed down upon them by the universe…

It was special…it was cosmic…it was meant to be…it was destined…

They fit in each other’s arms like two puzzle pieces finally united to complete it’s holistic configuration…

Sylus was devoid of religion, but she was holy…and he had to worship her…

His movements, dipped her down, faces merely inches apart as they stared into each other’s eyes, trying to interpret one another’s intentions…

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he took the call…it was too early…still…she needed time…

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Strolling along the grass in the park, the drizzles from the water fountain, hitting their faces.

“See I told you it’s fun!”, she giggled.

He smiled, he always did…

Often times he’d die from the inside all over again, just to tell her about everything and their past, to check if she’d remember or recall…

“I never disagreed with you kitten.”

He feels like his thoughts don’t make sense, as if they ambiguous and scattered all across the place…

Thoughts? He never used to have those…he had them reserved…reserved for his beloved…and now that she was finally with him, he’ll let his feelings flow free….

He was like the ebb and flow of the tides, she was his moon, causing the natural phenomena with the pull of her gravitational force of attraction…

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They sit down on the bench, cotton candies in hands. Strawberry for her, cherry for him…

“Want a taste kitten?”

“Don’t mind if I do~”, as she took a big bite out of his…

He let out a hearty chuckle, the tone filled with nothing but love and devotion.

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Her smile widened as she texted on her phone…

Was he curious? Maybe.

But it’s her privacy and whenever she feels right she would tell him…

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“Oh Zayne…”

“Hmm?”

“Oh it uhh…”

“Your primary care physician?”

“Yeah—”

“I umm…I usually as before you’ve noticed was used to calling him ‘Dr. Zayne’…well I guess I should tell you this…he and I used to be childhood friends, and we’re catching up, have gottten more closer…so first name basis…”

“Mhm.”

“Is that okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just thought…nevermind…”

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….“He got a new girlfriend! I’m so happy for him…”

Oh but she wasn’t, Sylus was a keen and observant man…he could easily tell…

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He had envisioned plans…too many plans and imageries upon how their future would look like, feel like…all up in his head, like record labels, each one with a different genre and taste, yet the base remains constant…

Everything was pitch perfect…

Too perfect…

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24/XX/2048(Tuesday)

Kitten 🐱: Sorry Sy can’t meet up tonight! I am having dinner with Zayne. See you soon, bye! (Read at 2030 hours)

26/XX/2048(Thursday)

Kitten 🐱: Hi Sylus! I am so so so sorry I forgot about our meet-up, actually me and Zayne— (Read at 2240 hours)

31/XX/2048(Tuesday)

Kitten 🐱: Sylus I am so so sorry— (Read at 2100 hours)

13/XX/2048(Friday)

Kitten 🐱: Sylus—

(Read at 0306 hours)

And so many more text messages like this carried on like a string laced with poison…he began to observe her around him…she was…happier, livelier…nothing seemed forced…it all felt natural…too natural…

The warmth that she held in her eyes, in her soul for him, was different…different from all the others he’s observed…it was real…it was pure…it was raw…

How did he know? He was a keen observer after all…

He stopped sending Mephisto out for her…he felt weird…something he couldn’t comprehend or explain…he wasn’t supposed to feel like this…he was Sylus Qin, the leader of Onychinus…

She’d left him devoid of his logical domain…his cognition failed to provide him with a calculative evaluation…

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“Bossman, are you okay?”, Luke and Keiran asked…they were worried…‘ultra worried’ as they’d often term it…they’d never seen their boss like this…he seemed miserable, although he was a master at concealment.

He gave a nod, as he continued cleaning his weapons, checking out his gun in his armory, laptop wide opened…

They looked to each other, then left him alone…

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She was an art piece, and whoever created her… must have loved her deeply…but she wasn’t his Magnum Opus…

He saw their love, with his own eyes…it was as exquisite as aged-wine…as pure as a melody composed form within depths of their souls…it was a melody heard upon by everyone wherever they went…

but he was tone-deaf…

However much he tried to keep himself composed, at the end of the day…

He was only man…captured within the green eyes of Jealousy…

The Sylus Qin was known to be omniscient, yet…he couldn’t decipher out his own beloved…

She was his spring…the Persephone to his Hades…

But she never fell prey to the pomegranate seeds, hence she was never bound to him…

It was after all only just an illusion…

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Her feet were never meant for to touch the ground…her being was too holy to be cradled by the Earth and it impurities…she was one with the cosmos…

All she knew was to fly and float high…

He grew tired of it…tired off the endless fall that he was falling…he needed gravity…gravity to drag him back down onto the ground…

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(All credits, TW, Index have been mentioned on the Storymode page.)

[ineedyoutheretokeepmegreen]

The buttons have arrived and they’re SO cute💚 I love them!!!

@thelaurenshippen @thebrightsessions @thebrightsessionsbooks

[cometsandstardust]

no one on campus knows i’m listening to doug eiffel try to explain the concept of dying to the ‘dear listeners’

no one on campus knows i’m listening to jonathan sims start the apocalypse

no one on campus knows i’m listening to “one way or another, together”

no one on campus knows i’m listening to mr. bonzo

no one on campus knows i’m listening to sally grissom take away her own choice

no one on campus knows i’m listening to celia betray sam and abandon him to a catastrophic dimension

no one on campus knows i’m listening to daniel powell realize he’s not quite human any more

no one on campus knows i’m listening to alexander hilbert betray his whole crew

no one on campus knows i’m listening to caleb michaels get lost in his own and others rage and beat damien to the point that he ends up in a coma

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

Found a "peace note" 🍎Caleb moment post : ALL possible outcomes

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Requirements after you finish [09 story]-Rainfall Curtain of 01 chapter -To Begin {where you get introduced to Caleb } his post will show up along with others if you have trouble finding it , select the filter from [All]->[Other]

alternate- after you get notification from him upon finishing [11 story] of 03 chapter , tap/click his profile photo and go to [ Moments > ] you will find his only moment post.

REMINDER- if you want reply from him PLEASE interact with the post BEFORE "03-story-within reach" and wait for him to reply you before proceeding Or better , don't start chapter 04 until you get his reply . or else like the 2nd photo , he will not reply to you.

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[shujichii]

x fem reader.

it was exactly 1:03 am when your careful movements had screeched to an abrupt halt, and you swear your heart nearly lurched out of the confines of your chest as a large shadow loomed over you.

you instantly whipped around, mouth stuffed with food, slightly backing up against the refrigerator and glancing up at the man you call your husband— who was solely responsible for the jumpscare.

for a moment, you just stared at him with wide eyes, and he simply stared back. no words exchanged, the peaceful silence of the night replaced by the thumping of your own heartbeat being the only sound. you hastily swallow your food before finally parting your lips at last.

"you scared me!" you whisper-shouted, your hand flying up to press against your chest where your heart was still racing erratically.

finally, his expression shifted— his lips curving into a small, sheepish smile; lightly ruffling the back of his hair as he took a small step back.

".. sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

his voice was thick with sleep, a touch deeper than usual.

your expression softened, the fright from earlier easing up as you gently closed the refrigerator behind you, now the only illumination in the kitchen being the soft golden hued dim light.

"it's fine," you chuckle softly. "my bad, did i wake you up when i got up?"

you did, yes. was that a bad thing? hardly. your husband was just simply too used to having you in his arms as you both slept, safe and sound within his snug and comforting embrace. he always seemed to stir awake whenever he felt you moving away from his arms, just as he did earlier.

he assumed that maybe you had some business to finish in the bathroom, or that you had simply gotten up to fetch yourself a cool glass of water. so when 10 minutes passed with no sign of you coming back to bed, naturally, he was starting to feel the worry creep in. he was a man on a mission to find his wife and bring her back right where she belongs— in his arms, of course.

and now, here he was.

"it's not a big deal," he shook his head. "were you hungry?"

"uhh.."

"want me to make you something?"

"no, no! it's okay, i just woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep for some reason." you finally said, although warmth bloomed in your chest at the way your husband was willing to cook for you in the dead of the night just because his beloved wife had a small craving.

he nodded his head in understanding, the remnants of sleep in his eyes slowly beginning to fade away. you moved away from the refrigerator to walk towards the counter, bringing a glass forward. just before you could reach for the jug, you stilled.

in 2 strides, he had closed the distance. he was standing right behind you now, his broader frame hovering over you— the solidness of his chest almost pressing against your back, as he, too, reached for his glass, while his other hand absentmindedly came up to rest on your waist. your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity.

... not that you were complaining.

before you knew it, he was already bringing the glass to his lips. your gaze darted down at your own glass which he had also filled while he was at it.

"well, someone's quiet."

now you were pretty sure he was doing this on purpose now. his hand? still on your waist, his thumb drawing small, featherlight circles over your skin. and the man himself? still standing right behind you, the warmth of his body intertwining with yours.

you could very clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

you huffed, ignoring the way your cheeks warmed up as you gulped down your water.

"you're being awfully flirty for someone who just got up from bed," you shot, finally turning around to face him. and the moment you did? his face was close. too close.

"what, i can't flirt with my own wife whenever i please now?" he raised an eyebrow, leaning down just slightly— his nose lightly brushing against yours in a ticklish, teasing gesture.

you rolled your eyes in response, yet you couldn't help the smile spreading across your lips. you merely hummed, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck, tugging him down towards you just slightly, and he leaned down instinctively. you placed a soft, fleeting peck on his lips, watching the way his playful expression softened. both of his arms had already found their way towards your waist, gentle and steady.

"give me another kiss, pretty. preferably one that lasts longer."

you giggled, slightly shaking your head. greedy. you reached up again, your lips claiming his in a sweet kiss, slow and unhurried. and he returned the kiss in no less than a second, each movement of his lips against yours speaking like a soft confession of his unwavering love and devotion for you. he pulled you closer towards him, his hold on you tightening— but not uncomfortably. you instantly melted into him, nails gently grazing his scalp.

his lips tilted into the faintest smile in-between the kiss.

you immediately felt it, and smiled too.

that, in turn, made him smile a tad bit wider.

after a moment, you pulled away, lips slightly parted. a soft yet undeniably lovesick smile was present on both of your faces, and the way you two gazed into each other's eyes said more than what words could at that moment.

wordlessly, he began gently swaying with you still between his arms, guiding you into a slow dance. a surprised laugh left your lips, and to him, that itself was the melody for the impromptu dance— your steady breaths mingling with his, shared laughter, stolen kisses and hushed confessions.

perhaps getting caught in the kitchen past midnight wasn't so bad after all.

♡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori yuji, okkotsu yuta (jjk), zayne, sylus, caleb (lads), kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), mammon, satan, solomon, diavolo, simeon (obm), uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, kamado tanjiro (kny), eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, reiner braun (aot), anyone else you'd like. (honourable mentions; sung jinwoo and wriothesley because they're fine.)

[sunshine-apprentice]

I recently got sucked into Love and Deepspace (I just finished "Ambiguous Chaos" the chapter you get Sylus). So here's a crossover no one asked for and what Magnus Archives Avatars I think the 5 LIs would be (I know a new one is coming, but I don't know anything about them)

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Xavier

🌟 That's an avatar of The Hunt if I've ever seen one

🌟 And I'm not just saying that because his job title is literally "hunter"

🌟 This man is basically a phantom thief in the N109 and traveled across space and time for MC

🌟 That feels very The Hunt to me

Zayne

⛄️ This man is an avatar of The Lonely, I will hear no other comments

⛄️ His ice evol is very The Lonely coded

⛄️ Not to mention all the tragic spoilers I've heard about him

⛄️ Please give this man a hug

Rafayel

🐡 He's an avatar of The Desolation

🐡 I know you're probably like, "Wouldn't The Vast make more sense?"

🐡 I get it. He's a merman, but no, he's The Desolation

🐡 The loss of Lemuria. The loss of MC. His evol literally being fire

🐡 That's Desolation

Sylus

🐦‍⬛ In a twist that shocks no one. He's The Dark

🐦‍⬛ I might hear arguments for The Eye

🐦‍⬛ I can't give as good of an argument here since I just met him, but I think it still fits

🐦‍⬛ Mostly because of his evol, yes

Caleb

🍎 Firstly, I know he's not dead

🍎 Secondly, I'm torn since I also don't know much about him

🍎 I can see The Vast for him, with both his evol and his job of being a pilot

🍎 However, I could also see The Stranger for him as well

[laughterspren-abound]

HOW DOES SHALLAN HAVE A BLADE

if she pulled a caleb widogast on her dad i will be so thrilled

shallan davar the unhinged ginger that you are

[awionetka]

✯ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

reblog and let your followers ask you about what kind of love and deepspace player you are!

under deepspace: what prompted you to start playing?

to begin: share your personal LI ranking.

the first mission: who caught your eye first? is he still your favorite?

talented hunter: what's your weapon of choice?

prefix: what is your mc's title?

suffix: what are their nicknames for you?

unicorns girls go go go!: who's your favorite side character?

tete-a-tete: which LI are you most similar to? which one are you most different from?

let him decide: what outfits do you like seeing him wear? do you style him or let him pick his outfits?

love timeline: what's your affinity level with him?

memoria: share your favorite 5 ☆ and 4 ☆ cards.

wishing well: are there any cards you wish you had?

falling for you: what's your favorite myth companion and story?

chocolate shop: is there a well loved memory you're not a huge fan of?

with him: what do your desks look like?

claw machine: share your most treasured plushies.

world underneath: do you read the anecdotes? what are the most intriguing ones in your opinion?

by your side: tender moments or secret times?

about him: share a personal headcannon you have of him.

quality time: plan a date for you and him.

photo studio: post a couple of photos you took with him.

collections: what are some of your favorite starred voicelines?

galaxy kid: share some things you associate with him. what's his "core"?

happy snowman: what concepts/banners would you like to see in the future?

artsy birb: share some of your favorite love and deepspace fan content.

grumpy crow: which tropes do you enjoy seeing him in the most? [e.g. enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au...]

sunny apple: what kind of LI would you be in an otome game? what would your tropes/themes be?

secret times: what's something about him you wish more players knew / talked about?

destiny cafe: do you ever wish the LIs interacted with each other in the game?

tender moments: what kind of LI would you like to see as the sixth one?

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 7 Group 31

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Archive Staff: Jonathan Sims, Sasha James, Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood

Mighty Nein: Caleb Widogast, Nott the Brave/Veth Brennato, Fjord, Jester Lavorre, Caduceus Clay, Beauregard Lionett, Yasha Nydoorin, Mollymauk Tealeaf/Kingsley Tealeaf, Essek Thelyss

Archive Staff:

They’re trying their best to understand

Mighty Nein:

Originally, they were only seven, and the Nein part of their group name was a running joke about rolling nines and Caleb's German accent. Then, after Molly's untimely death, the group picked up Caduceus, making seven again. Later, they ally with Essek, who makes eight. And finally, through the power of love and found family, they defeat a villain named Lucien (who inhabits the body Molly had, it's all very complicated), and revive the body to become Kingsley Tealeaf, who looks at Molly as his brother but ultimately makes the group Nine. His revival is literally an act of divine intervention, fueled by the love and loss they all felt after chasing their beloved friend across the continent.

Internally there are other fantastic family bonds. Caleb and Nott/Veth having an incredible bond, Caleb and Beau being the Empire siblings, Molly and Yasha being the circus kids, Beau and Fjord, Cad and Fjord, the chaos crew, Nott and Jester, it goes on and on. They all change each other so significantly, they grow together, and canonically even though they live apart, they all have regular meetups in the tower Caleb created for all of them, with a stained glass window in Molly's honor and rooms dedicated to each member of the group. Even now in the new campaign, they've had cameos that prove years later they still work together and have each other's backs.

This is THEE definition of found family, these assholes were thrown together through circumstance and mostly hated each other to begin with right up until three of their own were kidnapped and then it was ON. And when Molly died, they took his ideals and turned them into a legacy SO POWERFUL they took Essek from a cold, self motivated war criminal to a man willing to die for his friends. They refused to let Beau face her abusive family alone! They helped Yasha heal from her trauma! They took down the whole Cerberus Assembly for what they did to Caleb! They saved the whole dang world together WITH THE POWER OF FUCKING FRIENDSHIP 😭! THEY LOVED MOLLY SO MUCH THAT IT SAVED THE WORLD! THEY NAMED THEMSELVES AFTER A STUPID PUN AND THEN THERE REALLY ENDED UP BEING NINE OF THEM! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM!!!

official art by Ari Orner, fan art by exmakina and tobyjamessharp

[chiconisroc]

Chapter 37 "Was Not The Hero" Update

Yeah, after many months... I decided to write a chapter for this, hahaha. More details in the chapter itself : o

For new peeps, this is a Philip Wittebane redemption story, a long journey to it, hahaha

Summary :

He lost…

Many years of planning and sacrifices for nothing.

He has failed to eliminate the dangers that his fellow humans may face in the future…

Now he’s back home after living centuries in a wicked world full of monsters, yet he has not realized he was the monster of Boiling Isles all along.

(Yes, a Philip redemption story. Well... is it redemption? Up to you guys along the way I guess. And a bit reality check for him. More information about this story in the notes section.)