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Types of tattoos the L&DS Love Interests would have

Rafayel owns a lot of button downs and low cut shirts, so it makes sense for him to get tattoos on his collarbone (and maybe some that spread to his shoulders). Rafayel views his body as a canvas, so his tattoos would be more abstract and planned out.

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so much is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s too much!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want to sleep in the forest for 190 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m tired leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Types of tattoos the L&DS Love Interests would have

Caleb would have arm tattoos, specifically random ones he got impulsively (and maybe a few that he regrets). Every time he comes back from Sky Haven on break, MC notices he has a new one and asks where it came from. Once he becomes the Farspace Fleet's Colonel, he's lucky that his uniform covers them up.

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I want to make some Love and Deepspace collages for the LIs sort of like the moodboards but maybe with more quotes/make it look more like a journal?

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beach banner but MC gets her period unexpectedly and thinks she ruined the vacation but in reality the boys would make sure she has fun and would remind her that she is in fact not ruining anything. like they check in to see if she's comfortable and would go back to the hotel with her if she's not feeling well or on the opposite end distract her by acting goofy and making her laugh

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Rafayel meets Jinshi 🙌🏻💜🩵

Crossovers are so fun man~

Also I would MURDER for a banner like this!!!

Had so much fun designing this with the golden ratio in mind ☺️ Trying to make it flow and spiral in towards the focal point 🌀

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Ivy Embers: Part II - Alternative Darkborne

Directory:

Masterlist, Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

Summary:

After almost twenty years of marriage, Sylus and MC are rapidly approaching their fifties. No longer young lovers they reminisce on their past and look to their future: their children. Eldest Sylvia faces the brunt of what it means to be the first born of the Onychinus leader. Maximilian, the youngest, is trapped between his father's legacy and his own desires. As Onychinus’ shadow falls on them, they can either take the path chosen or forge their own destinies.

Warnings:

Newlywed!Sylus and MC, very suggestive themes (nothing graphic, but they are on their honeymoon), mention of nudity, too many commas, barely proof read

Word count:

1,200

Tag list:

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter!

Marriage wasn't a foreign concept to Sylus, but he never once thought that he'd be one to experience it firsthand. He didn't expect his defenses to come crumbling down as he placed a silver band on her delicate finger. His own matching ring a brand on his soul. It was no longer a promise he whispered to himself when she fell asleep before he did. There were too many times he watched her peaceful state as the storms raged inside his very being.

It was very fitting that they eloped inside a space anomaly, the abandoned cathedral from their future and past looming over them as it embraced their vows. A fleeting moment that only they could share away from reality. She was no longer a Hunter and he was no longer Onychinus itself. They just were. Two souls bound by the strings of fate who found their way together once more. As she intertwined her fingers with his, Sylus could only think of how natural it felt now. It was a stark contrast to when she rejected his touch. When she rejected him for something, or rather someone he was not.

Their honeymoon was just as secluded as their ceremony and Sylus had no qualms with renting out an entire beach resort for just the two of them. Her love was more precious than any gem or rare protocore he could get his hands on. Maybe it was because he wanted to prove his devotion, an undying force that would only burn brighter with each passing day. Maybe it was because he would do anything in his power to make her feel cherished.

As the shimmering, aquamarine ocean lapped against their buried feet Sylus felt his anxieties disappear with each wave. He soaked in each sound as it caressed his senses. The seagulls as they swarmed the air, the roar of the distant oceans, and the sway of the breeze through the palm trees was a tempting concoction that dared him to close his eyes.

“If we could spend the rest of our days like this, I wouldn't mind it, Sweetie.”

“You mean you would trade Onychinus to be a beach bum?”

He laughed wholeheartedly. “A beach bum? Now that’s a job I’d like when I’m retired,” he smirked at her. “But until then, it's our Onychinus.”

From the minute the last vow left her lips, Onychinus was just much hers as his. Then again, it was always meant to be hers for the taking. She just had to say the words. Simply wave her fingers and Sylus would set everything in motion. Sylus had no problem with her choice of occupation, but that didn't mean he would stop himself from mentioning that her skills would be far more useful somewhere else.

“Should I bring that up with the Hunter’s Association?” She quipped, her eyes closed as she soaked up the sun’s rays.

“You know that I would personally send them a letter of notice, Kitten.”

“And what would you tell them exaclty?”

“That a certain Miss Hunter has found better ways to apply for her talents,” he began as he gauged her reaction for any hint of concern. When her right eyebrow raised, he was quick to squash any debate. “Working for my successful fruit vending business, of course. Were you hoping that I would tell them that you work for Onychinus, Sweetie?”

She huffed dramatically and rolled her eyes as his teasing tone. “You're truly insufferable,” she mumbled under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear every word. When the hot pink sun dipped just above the horizon, they left their little paradise on the sand as they trekked back hand in hand. Sylus squeezed her hand, a silent promise.

The anticipation grew deep within Sylus as he heard her turn on the shower. He had denied his desires for this long without pouncing on her, a few more hours wouldn't hurt right? As his hand lingered on the bathroom doorknob, Sylus told himself that we would behave, for now at least.

He sauntered into the bathroom like he had done it before, like it wasn't out of the ordinary. The water dripped down the glass wall that separated them. Only one step away from desire. It danced around his mind, teasing him to join her. Sylus knew he would lose this game eventually. Her gravitational pull was stronger than his resolve.

Sylus didn't realize he was standing still, frozen in place until her voice rang out against the sound of the water hitting the tiles.

“Are you going to join me or not?”

He was able to regain his composure in the time she turned back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair.

“I’d thought you'd never ask,” Sylus purred as he slid the fogged glass, revealing his very beautiful, very naked, wife.

The steam engulfed their desires as he wrapped his arms around her, his chest pressed against her back. There was something so perfect about feeling nothing between. Just skin on skin. They wore the warm water like a second skin as it cascaded between their bodies. To hold her seemed simple, but it was anything but uncomplicated, especially when she was this soft on his calloused fingertips.

They were forced to leave the sanctuary they made in the shower when the hot water started to run cold. Sylus was reluctant to leave, and he could tell she felt similarly. He was tempted to keep her for himself. Keep her in this room so they did not have to face their reality. Sylus refused to let those shadows creep in, not yet. Not until they arrived back into the N109 zone to start their new life together.

Dinner was at the finest restaurant, of course. With a bottle of chilled Chateau Margaux, white linens, and a single candle swaying in the warm night air, there was no room for doubt of Sylus’ commitment. He wanted to make sure that she knew that wasn’t going to be a one time splurge. While unspoken, he was practically telling her that he wouldn't settle for anything less than the most exceptional things for his beloved. Deep down, he hoped she wouldn’t settle either.

Throughout the dinner, Sylus’ ruby gaze never left her. It was hardly an effort, especially when that dress she wore was complete sin. Deep red suited her and Sylus made a mental note to keep ordering dresses in this exact color. His intentions weren't exactly pure. How could anyone blame him? Each time she took a sip of her wine, Sylus could imagine the crimson silk pool around her ankles on the floor.

“If you don't stop devouring me with your eyes, we might have to leave sooner than later,” she whispered, her voice low and her legs crossed.

“Oh, Kitten. Consider it done,” was his only reply as he waved down the waiter. It was always like this between them, their greed for each other would never be satiated.

As they explored how far that greed would go later that night, Sylus didn't question when she told him to take her completely. To mark her body, show her exactly what was behind that wicked look he gave her earlier in the evening. And he gave into her desires without hesitation. Maybe a part of him wanted to push that hunger, deliver what her body craved. It was a moment they couldn't turn back from, but any of his worries vanished when she insisted. Her body was practically begging, and Sylus never wanted to give her any less after all.

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Sleepy Negotiations | Sylus x Reader

Genre: Comfort, SFW

Word count: ~700

A gift for @mephisto-reporting

Synopsis: Sylus negotiates with his beloved when she needs him but can't quite say it out loud

It's half past midnight, and Sylus has wrapped his evening up early. There's a remarkable amount of time to do things, errands, preparations, entrainment to pass time, but of all of it, all he's wants is to know what she's up to. The advantage of being on distant sleep schedules is that she's often free during the first part of his "morning" the disadvantage of course is that at times like this when he has a remarkable amount of time to do anything, he knows that time can't be spent reasonably with her.

A "caw!" breaks through the air of his thought and a mechanical whir emits from flapping metal feathered pieces that settles into the shape of a bird on his arm.

"What do you mean she's online?"

As Sylus opens his phone, his lips twist in an amused smile while he sees a singular crow cartoon message from just seconds ago.

"She's awake."

Although he could question her for being awake, he can't deny the joy that fills him to know that they might have just one moment together.

"So, you decided to sleep at this hour?" It's a statement more than a question that needs answering.

The voice on the other end sounds a bit bashful, a bit exasperated. "I had a long day, okay? I wasn't tired yet."

"No?"

"Yeah it was just weird. I'm fine. Why are you calling? I thought you had... stuff."

And suddenly he wants to hear everything that he's picking up on in her tired voice. What story, what emotions does she have to share, what windows could he open to peer into more of her life? As his mind begins to already figure what she might need, he's hurrying through his room and grabbing a small vile to hand to Mephisto. The bird is gone before he asks his next question.

"Stuff." A short chuckle. "Yes. A copious amount of... truly boring things to do. What's on your mind, sweetie? I have time."

"Well... I mean, it's not bad-"

And then he knew. He always knew when she was like this that she'd be clutching her blankets or twiddling her thumbs, anything to downplay it. Anything but 'I need you.'

It made his heart clench, and it made him all the more soothed by her voice. It had taken time, far too much of it, but he had found that they'd reached a quiet comfort in each other now. Now they could manage a phone call here and there to unload. Before, the excuses had been here and there, for needs and necessities, but always under pretense of some other a reason. He didn't want it to always continue that way.

"Don't you know why I called, sweetie?"

"Um. Because you saw me online and wanted to tell me to go to bed?"

Another short laugh. He loved the way she could do that to him when no one else could.

"Because I just wanted to hear the voice of the woman I love. I... missed you a bit more today." He could hear a breath and then silence on the other end. Processing, he imagined, and before he could let her try to stumble through an answer, he tacks on a tactical, "Let's negotiate. Are you listening?"

There's more silence, and a sniff. "Yeah."

"I'll take you to dinner tomorrow anywhere you want, in exchange for your story tonight. I want to hear everything. Do you accept these terms?"

This time she laughs, and he can't tell if she's amused or embarrassed or both. "Why..."

"Questioning a high stake deal at a point like this, kitten? I thought I taught you better. You don't... have to say anything you don't want to. I just want to hear you talk a little more. Okay?"

"...Okay. Deal."

"Good. Get comfortable. If you fall asleep while chatting, don't worry. It'll just mean our dinner will come sooner. I'm looking forward to seeing our deal to fruition."

A few minutes later there's a tap at her window and Mephisto drops a vile of lavender essential oil in her palm. For sleep, he has explained. Small tokens of affection, and just another way to say that she was loved.

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Me when I remember sylus is only 28 in the game

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I'm enjoying every time I spend with you, Sylus.

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Love and Deepspace Mood Boards: Zayne

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Mistsea Lament

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Love and Deepspace Mood Boards: Caleb

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Oceanside Exchange

Rafayel aquarium date request from @blessdunrest 💗 I hope you like it!

Pairing:

Rafayel x MC

Word count:

<600

The darting fish swam by absentmindedly for the fifth time as they completed another orbit around the spacious tank. Occasionally a few would stop, their curious glances only lasting for a blink before they moved on. Though it was odd that they had stopped at all, as if they were aware of the ethereal man that stood before them. Rafayel stared through amethyst strands at the seemingly endless waters, a magnetic azure aura radiating from his silhouette. Careful not to disturb his delicate concentration, I turned my attention to the dazzling display. Shimmering silver, deep purple, and neon orange tangled in a harmonious entanglement of color.

“What's on your mind, cutie?”

“Just admiring the view,” I replied as I gave Rafayel a lazy half-smile.

The aqua glow covered us as it danced across our features. Rafayel’s iridescent eyes twinkled with wonder and a hint of melancholy as he held my gaze. I knew that feeling all too well. A pure, unspoken, almost unsettled grief washed upon the shores of his mind. Without leaving room for second guesses, my fingers searched for his own in an effort to draw him out before the storms became too overwhelming. As the tips of my fingers brushed across the back of his ice cold hand, I could feel his muscles tense up immediately. Regret rushed to my ears, hot and pink, and my fingers retreated back to the safety of my body.

Surprise engulfed my senses when he intertwined his cool fingers with mine, his tight grip unyielding like I was his anchor. No words passed between us. The connection between our joined hands said everything we could not. We watched the awe-inspiring whirlpool of pigment and let everything that didn’t serve us simply disappear into the inky depths. Comforting warmth seeped into his palm, and the stinging pain melted away. I could feel every one of his tormented emotions as they crawled into my veins. Longing, suffering, hopefulness, desire. I let my heart surrender as I squeezed his hand. His turbulent stare unwavering, unmoving.

“Do they know?"

“You're gonna have to be more specific than that I’m afraid,” he murmured as cunning yet sad smirk appeared on his lips.

“Do they know who you are? Like a sixth sense?” My voice trailed off as my curious eyes remained on his tempestuous face.

“Sounds like you’ve been reading too many Lemurian myths lately,” Rafayel teased, but no hint of a smirk remained. “There is a connection, but it’s a shadow of what it once was.”

I helplessly watched as his hand suddenly dropped mine, our link severed. Denial coursed through my body as I refused to believe the storms had passed this quickly. But as I looked closer to his moving silhouette, his aura became a lighter shade of blue with a tinge of midnight that clung to his shoulders. The worst was over, but then again I did not think the storms would ever disappear. They would rage on for the rest of time, but I would do everything in my power to calm the seas.

“Keep up with me, cutie. We still have to see the penguins."

This time Rafayel became my anchor as his hand gently tugged at my wrist. As he turned around on his heels to face me, his eyes gleamed a playful pink that left me breathless.

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Ivy Embers: A Sylus Fanfic

After almost twenty years of marriage, Sylus and MC are rapidly approaching their fifties. No longer young lovers they reminisce on their past and look towards their future: their children. Eldest Sylvia faces the brunt of what it means to be the first born of the Onychinus leader. Maximilian, the youngest, is trapped between his father's legacy and his own desires. As Onychinus’ shadow falls on the both of them, they can either take the path chosen or forge their own destinies.

Genre

Angst, married life, Sylus and MC are (not the best) parents, timeskip from original game timeline, set within the Love and Deepspace universe, dad!sylus

Pairing

Sylus x MC

Warnings

I don't plan to make this fic graphic in anyway. However there might be mentions of violence, guns, etc. and suggestive themes. This will be updated if there are any changes!

Directory

Part I - Razor's Dance

Part II - Alternative Darkborne

Part III - Promise Dawn

Part IV - Whispering Trees

Part V - Silver Moon

Character profiles

Sylus

MC

Sylvia

Maximilian