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Let us take a moment to appreciate this art. I looooove when they do this

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Rafayel, is that you? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) ✨

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I've officially sold my soul (and possibly my furniture) to get my hands on these, but the Merman came home after 150 pulls!

Started with a pity of 28 and Mistsea Descent swam home within 20 pulls. Xavier gatecrashed once but Mistsea Lament followed eventually, phew 😌

Thanks to the crate, I'm one step closer to R1, just need to recover financially first 🥲💸

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[ ♡ ] rafayelㅤ-ㅤsubmerged eclipse love and deepspace

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NEED THIS LEMURIAN DIH SO BAD

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I’m about to be emotionally destroyed 💔

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A bond everlasting

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If you're wondering why I've been completely silent about Raf's third myth release: I've relocated to the ocean and now pay rent with seashells. WI-Fi's a bit salty but I'm thriving 🐚✨

Thank you for your lovely Dm's everyone.

I'm okay. I'm not... 🥲

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Caleb × Institute of Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences Birthday Educational Collaboration

Where Our Dreams Meet ☁️✨

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Flock Together Ch. 1 (rough draft)

Sylus x nonmc, reader has a cynical and nihilistic personality, may not suit all readers.

Another day, another report. Just another job done to live another day in the city known as the N109 Zone… No, you couldn’t even call it a city. Just a collection of buildings run by whichever faction had won control lately.

When the Chronorift Catastrophe struck the world in 2034, it hit this once-thriving tech hub hard. It hadn’t recovered like other cities had; even 15 years later, there’s no unity to rebuild what was lost. Now it’s only warring factions fighting to claim the entire city for itself.

The balance of powers constantly shifts and it’s all most people can do to stay afloat in spite of these miserable conditions. All you can do is put in your best effort and wish that the group you joined can keep winning.

Fortunately for Y/N, Onychinus turned out to be quite successful. Not only at surviving, but thriving. Her mom, her friends, and she herself probably had the most stable lives in the N109 Zone… As stable as life could be when you constantly had to do dangerous things to keep your life.

There were various ways to go about it. And the path she chose was ‘detective’. Gather intel, ensure its truth, and get it to the people who need it to do their jobs. It was a careful dance of finding the right places and people, asking the right questions, and paying the right price.

A dance that Y/N had learned, refined, and had yet to fail her… so far.

Todays’ right place and person was Hestias’ Hearth, a cozy diner, and Holt, one of the many middle managers of Onychinus. Y/N stepped inside and checked for booth number five. There sat a man with a grey coat and scarf. His usual attire, but one could never be too careful. She took a seat across from him and toyed with her hair clip; her usual hourglass design. Unusual accessories was how she proved her identity at glance to people who were supposed to find her. But you couldn't rely on appearances alone. So she asked:

“How’ve you been?”

“Rough times, car needs a tune up.”

“Rough indeed, but what choice have we but to live another day?”

With that exchange complete, both could be at ease that each other were the correct person. Y/N took out her small notebook from her inner coat pocket. But before she could hand it over to Holt, she cut her off: “Hold it.”

She paused, waiting for an explanation. Holt slipped her a folded scrap of paper; inside was written an address.

“Orders from high up: deliver your report to my boss at Dios'”

Now that was unexpected. All her career, she always dealt with all manner of middlemen. What would someone ‘high up’ want from her in person? … Either way, she had no other option but to follow and hope this wasn’t some time-wasting prank. ‘What a shame, I was looking forward to some free time this afternoon.’

“How will I recognize him?” she asked. Holt looked back at her as he turned to get up: “He’ll be the only one in the building who approaches you. His own words.” With a wave, he walks away to use his phone.

And so Y/N stepped into her rental car and drove into the main hub of the city. ‘The Woods’ she liked to call them, with the abundance of skyscrapers to look up at. Looking at her destination, it seems she would meet this superior at a bar at the top floor of the highest building… ‘Looks like it really IS someone important, if they can have a meeting at a place like this,’ she pondered.

After parking the car and a long elevator ride, she reached Dios'. No one but a few staff members were present, all paying no heed to her.Since she seemed to be early, Y/N decided to admire the view she would likely never see again. It was rather spectacular, fitting for a high-class bar atop a skyscraper.

She found herself lost in thought as she gazed at the N109 Zone. ‘What to call a spot like this… ‘the canopy’?… or maybe, with the way only a few building tops reach my eye level… it reminds me of a graveyard ’

“You’re invited to Dios', and you ignore the drinks to enjoy the view?”

Checking the partial reflection, Y/N can see a tall man several steps away from her, meeting her gaze in the glass; the only person in this building who approached her. ‘I couldn’t hear his movements at all. Either he’s good at sneaking or I got too distracted… and my mind didn’t wander THAT far.’

When she turned to face him, she was surprised to see just how handsome this unfamiliar man truly was. His silver hair and sharp red eyes. ‘Albino?’, she wondered. His nose has an angle that gives it a unique charm. His build is tall and he seemed to be in good shape.

But the most captivating feature was a unique brooch on his coat. A black ring with a crow perched over a red jewel. The ornament that allows one to leave the N109 Zone freely. Combined with the white hair and red eyes she was told of from her most trusted source, this must be the boss of Onychinus: Sylus

Still, she didn’t make a habit of revealing just how much she knew.

“I know where to get booze. I don’t know when I’ll ever see such a unique view,” Y/N explains nonchalantly.

He chuckles at her response. “As if the drinks here could compare to anything you could find in your usual circles,” he scoffs.

Y/N could only sigh internally; this must be one of those stuck-up higher ups who relishes in his power and status. If her ego hadn’t been so tempered, she might have gotten angry at that. “Better to not get used to nice things I’ll never enjoy again.”

“How humble and practical of you,” he responds. “But this idle chatter isn’t why I invited you here. Take a seat with me, sweetie.”

‘Gross, he’s one of those types too.’ Y/N forced her face into neutrality as she followed him to a table and took her seat across from him.

“I’ll take that report you had to turn in,” he commands with a subtle smirk. She took her little notepad out of her bag and slid it across the table to him; she wouldn’t dare put her hand anywhere near him. He caught it with ease and read it. After typing into his phone, he tears the paper out and sets it in a glass. He then pours in a small shot of alcohol before setting it alight; Nothing new to Y/N.

“I appreciate the way you work. You’re a reliable gear in the machine that is Onychinus.”

Y/N simply blinked at him; ‘Don’t build your ego and don’t drop your guard.’

Pleased with her reaction, his gaze suddenly turned sharp. “So why did you feel the need to attack one of your fellow members?”

She barely kept her poker face at that one. But unless he was going to prove anything, she had no reason to admit to any supposed guilt.

“What makes you say that?”

He chuckled. “So I’m going to have to drag an answer out of you.”

He holds out his hand. Seemingly out of nowhere, a red-eyed, mechanical crow flies onto his wrist until it’s set on the table.

“Mephisto, play back your recording from April 28th, 2:55 AM”

Mechanical noises can be heard before the crow projects a recording of surveillance footage.

‘Oh, he means THAT attack.’

The time she ambushed a coworker and tore out his left pinky nail before a couple of trusted, masked friends shoved him into a car and dumped him outside xxxx, a hospital owned by Onychinus.

“You pulled this off rather well. If it weren’t for the eyes and ears I have planted throughout the N109 Zone, no one would have been the wiser,” he commended. If she had any doubts this was indeed Sylus, they were certainly clear now.

The footage ended with her friends driving away from xxxx. The projection ended and both the crow and the man in front of her were expecting an answer.

“If you know what I did, surely you also know WHY I did it.”

He smirked. “I have a few guesses, but by all means, let me hear your motivation, kitten.”

Y/N had the distinct feeling that lies or excuses wouldn’t cut it with this man. So she told the truth.

“That fool, Julian, had been taking out his frustrations on the fine ladies at Hetaira; The ones who handle some of the worst labor for Onychinus. They can’t perform at their best when they have to look over their shoulders in fear of someone on THEIR side. He wasn’t listening to reason, so I took matters into my own hands. I gave him a warning and a punishment I deemed suitable.”

He seemed very pleased at that; her honesty, her answer, or both? She couldn’t tell.

“Not only do you have a point, but it worked. Indeed, those fine ladies haven’t been bothered by Julian since then.”

His expression turned stern. “Still, a bottom-wrung informant like yourself holds no jurisdiction on these matters.”

“I wasn’t going to wait for bureaucracy to catch up when a friend of mine was struggling because of this,” she retorted.

He scoffed. “That kind of sentimentality will get you killed if you let it guide your judgement.”

At those words, she couldn’t hold back her glare any longer. “And should that happen, you can find someone else to replace me yourself. Make sure for yourself that it’s someone who won’t disappoint you.”

For a moment, he smug face when blank. But once it was over, he focused on her. “Tell me this, what would you have done if he hadn’t learned his lesson?”

The answer came without hesitation: “Take two more nails and warn him again.”

Perhaps it was the answer or how certainly she said it that struck a chord with him. He looked away, but didn’t hide his laughter from her. “Impressive. What an amusing kitten I’ve found within my ranks.” He turned his gaze back to her. “I won’t argue with your reasoning and results; you won’t face disciplinary correction from me. But I would have you start delivering your reports to me directly. I won’t declaw you, but I’ll keep checking that you’re not using them irresponsibly. You’ll hear when and where we meet when the time comes.”

‘So I’m still being punished. Gotcha.’ She closed her eyes to hide her rolling them.

“You’re dismissed. See you again, sweetheart.”

Finally free, she stood up and left without looking back.

While Sylus was left enjoying a drink and feeling giddy about this fun new playmate, all Y/N could feel was dread as she left the building.

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When they break the 4th wall - Sylus Epilogue

Pairing: self-aware!Sylus x reader

Content: fluff, anxiety on the reader's side

Word count: ~1,3k

Authors Note: based on this request

This is the last part of Sylus's Self-aware story. I won’t make any more parts when it comes to his, but feel free to ask for the others to get additional parts for them🥰

<<Previous part 🦄 Part One

Masterlist

It’s been 37 minutes to be exact, as the clock shows which hangs on the wall above Sylus’s head.

37 minutes since your world has been turned upside down.

37 minutes where you try to make your brain work again.

37 minutes you spend staring at the white-haired man on the opposite side, lounging on that old worn-down sofa.

37 minutes and you still can’t believe your eyes.

37 minutes And the only remaining thought in your brain is: Sylus is here. Sylus is HERE. SYLUS is HERE!!

37 minutes ago you waddled to the little chair at your desk to sit down and try to process what just happened. And still, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that a fictional character you have a severe crush on and got self-aware a few months ago, now sits in front of you in your home. All flesh and blood and menacingly cocky. A proud satisfied aura hovers around him which is not helping in gathering your wits together. He looks even better in reality if this is possible and so damn huge and broad.

“It’s been half an hour now, kitten.” Sylus’s voice breaks the silence that had settled in your tiny apartment. With a smug smile and tapping his fingers at his temple, crimson eyes observe you with amusement that twinkles in the gem-like depths. “Are you waiting for me to guess all those questions that ramble around in your head? Or are you actually going to ask them?”

Of course, you want answers. You NEED the answers to all the things that are short-circuiting your whole being.

How did he manage to get out of the game? How much trouble did he cause to achieve this goal? Is the spaceship from the news his? Is he going to stay here permanently? If yes, how should you manage both of your lives when you can barely handle your own? Is he able to help you with that, maybe get a job even?

You need to suppress a giggle at the thought of Sylus, a 1,90 m tall figure behind the cashier of a fast food chain, making burgers and fries. But it is quickly stopped by thinking of the consequences of his appearance.

What do you tell your landlord why a dragon in human disguise is now living with you? Is he even still a mystical being now in the real world? What do you tell your friends and family?

All these questions are running and circling in your brain. But none of it makes it to exit your mouth. Still unable to fully comprehend what is going on your body is petrified.

You really want to say something, anything but as you part your lips to talk to Sylus your body suddenly gets extremely hot. It’s like a burning sun that explodes inside and your belly answers with a tremble and the urgent need to puke lets you spring onto your feet and stumble into the bathroom. There you barely make it in time to the toilet as the nausea takes over.

A few minutes later and with an empty stomach you kneel before the bowl, panting heavily. A gentle knock reminds you that you’re not alone and Sylus‘ voice, now soft and laced with worry, wavers through the door you closed behind you in reflex. “Are you alright, Sweetie?”

Gathering your senses you heave yourself upwards in a slow aching move and open the lock for him before you wash out your mouth. After turning off the tap you answer him “Guess your surprise is a bit too overwhelming for my system.” you face him with a weak smile and a heavy dizziness washes over you. You can only utter “Sy...” as your sight closes into a tunnel and then fades into complete darkness. The last thing you feel is strong arms catching you.

As your consciousness returns, the first you notice is warmth. Underneath your upper body and around your middle a constant source of heat envelopes you. Confused, you open your eyes only to find yourself lying on a big pillow of black and red. Then you recognize it as Sylus as your gaze wanders higher. Startled you raise your head from his built chest and a crimson orbs filled with tenderness already await you.

“Did you sleep well, kitten? Feeling better?”

Frowning you look around. You’re not at home anymore. “Yes, I guess so.” Letting your gaze wander further you see dark furniture decorating a spacious room. Dim lighting from a vintage lamp on the nearby nightstand sets most of it in shadows but you make out the huge bed you’re resting on with black satin sheets and a big window covered with thick wine-red curtains.

“Where am I ?” you look back to the man who has you comfortable in his embrace.

“My new home. Ours if you want it to be.” Sylus caresses your cheek with so much adoration in his unique eyes, your heart flutters. Now you are even more confused and he adds “It’s an old castle with enough space to hide the Ship. The first investment I made. One of many I intend to do.”

You stem yourself up, placing a hand on his abs for support “What? How?”

A smug smirk and a lift from one of his eyebrows before Sylus answers “Your world isn’t that much different than Linkon City. Provide people what they truly desire and you have a deal.”

You stare at him again. Is he serious? He came to your universe and already made a place for his own and powerful connections? How long is he here? And most importantly: “How did you find me? And what took you so long?” you throw at him, a turmoil of emotions rising inside you.

Why didn’t he come to you first? Why did he deprive you of his presence for two whole weeks?

Sylus’s crimson eyes widen in surprise for a second before his white-haired head falls back and his wholehearted open laugh fills the room. “Of all questions, this is the one you finally decide to ask?” he responds, laughter still tints his words as his gaze finds yours again and you feel heat creeping up your face.

Oh God, did you really ask the most stupid question out of all? How embarrassing! And your head falls into your palms. He surely regrets his decision now is all you can think of. “Don’t make fun of me...” you mumble into the hideout of your own hands.

“I’m not mocking you, kitten.” You can still hear the amusement in his tone as he gently shoves your limbs aside and two fingers are placed under your chin to make you look at him. “I needed so long because capturing the Tartarus, crossing the Deepspace Tunnel to find your time and universe, and also the right location on this earth took some preparation.”

You can only gape at him. Does he speak of that time-space prison ship he escaped from in the preview trailer of his debut in the game? What the hell?!

Your eyes widen as Sylus looks at you patiently and with this infuriating smirk.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you next. Maybe it’s the overwhelming situation or the indescribable joy to have him here for real. Or just the whole situation that feels so unreal but you suddenly cradle his handsome face in your palms and lean in to place a short kiss on his lips.

Before Sylus can catch up in his surprise you ease back already, your cheeks now burning in the heat of your bravery. “Please tell me you don’t regret it.” you barely manage to stand his gaze.

But his unique eyes only soften in tenderness “I don’t, sweetie.”

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Didn't have the time to play through the new update yet, but couldn't resist trying out the outfits!

They're so pretty 😌💗