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don’t you just hate it when 🚙

um. sorry wait a minute [grabs mic]

can the owner of the blue honda civic move their car please. it’s blocking my post.

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Hnnnghgn rewatching Howl's Moving Castle and the Sylus au is rotting my brainnnn

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The bird app has a lot of garbage but this thread really tickled me this morning:

Bonus:

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*takes you by the shoulders, shaking the shit out of you*

Listen to me.

Taking Zayne lunch because you know his hard-headed ass hasn’t been eating well lately, but wearing that sundress you just know will make him double-take. Turning heads as you walk over the glossy floors of Akso, slipping into his office, donning the most coy smile. Zayne looking up from some documents behind his desk, brow lifting, jaw tight.

You hold up the bag of confectioneries and still warm food. “Brought you lunch.”

But the last thing on his mind is food because he’s found something much more appetizing. And maybe he has you on the edge of his desk, thanking you for thinking of him with his mouth sealed to your clit.

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Sylus's turn. Telling him you're pregnant while laying in bed

He's laying on his back with you on top of him. His hand traces slow circles in your lower back, lazy and mindless, leaving the impression of his warmth behind in every touch

You rest your head over his heart. The strange pattern brings comfort to you after all this time. Right now, it bests slower than usual. Too slow to be comfortable for a human, but you know better than to believe that's all he is

You lift your head. Rest your chin on his sternum to see his face. Brow lightly furrowed with his thoughts, undoubtedly about business. Mouth mostly neutral, save for the slight downturn at the corners. Cheeks sharp and dangerous. Lips plump and perfectly formed by the gods that loved him so. It's hard not to stare. Harder still to look away when your heart skips a beat, swarmed by the love you hold for him

"What are you staring at?" he teases lowly. He cracks his eyes open to look back down at you. Raises a hand to trace the curve of your cheek with the back of his knuckles

"You."

"Mhm. Any reason? Or did you just feel like admiring me when you should be sleeping?"

You smile. Pray he doesn't see the slight waver at the corner. "Aren't I allowed?"

He nudges the corner of your mouth with his knuckle. Busted. Still, he dances around the subject, allowing you to approach him with it. It's a matter of trust. Trust that you'll share with each other even if it seems difficult or embarrassing. He trusts you. Just like you trust him.

"You are. But like I said..." He covers your eyes with his large hand. The heat of it radiates to your face. "You should be sleeping, sweetie."

You raise a hand to pull his away, tangling your fingers together in a way he easily reciprocates. You play with his fingers. Feel the callouses built up on his knuckles. The rough spot on his palm. "I... wanted to tell you something before I sleep," you murmur

He silently encourages you to go on

You sit up. Legs settled on either side of his waist, you hold his hand in both of yours as you stare down at him. He tilts his head curiously. You take a breath

"I'm pregnant."

His hand stutters in its motions. Eyes widen slightly. Brows raise with them. His gaze flickers to your stomach so quick you almost miss it. "Really?" he asks, and it's a breathless whisper, scared of disturbing the silence

You nod. Squeeze his hand. "Really."

He lets out a shaky breath and releases your hand to wrap his arms firmly around you and pull you back to him. He easily rolls you both over, pressing you back into soft pillows as he buries his face in your neck with peppered kisses and settles his weight on top of you. From the next shaky inhale he takes, you're sure he's fighting back tears of joy

You know he's already planning. Figuring out where to put the nursery in the base, how to settle affairs in the Zone to keep you safe, all the ways he's going to spoil your baby

You comb your fingers through his hair, brushing them all away to ground him down into the present. There's no need to worry about it all right now

You kiss his forehead. "You're going to be a wonderful dad, Sy," you murmur. His arms tighten around you slightly more, just a twitch, like you've effortlessly struck him right at his deepest fears

"I love you," he murmurs in return, words stilted as he tries to contain the emotions fighting to pour out of him. "My dearest treasure."

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I just bought Howl's Moving Castle (the book, v excited) so all I can imagine is that being the movie of choice

Sylus leaning down until his lips brush your ear and lowly whispering, "That's my girl." Grinning all smug when he can feel the shiver that runs up your spine just before you turn your head and kiss him to shut him up

Sylus is playing along with the roommate AU. 😂😂😂

It would be so on brand for him to set up a projector (Mephisto) in his room to play your favorite Ghibli movie on the ceiling, and arrange a snuggle pit on the floor with blankets, pillows, and snacks on a Saturday night. You make it about ten minutes into the film before his pinky brushes yours, followed by his hand covering yours on the floor, and you roll on top of him to make out.

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Just ate too much hotpot and drank a Monster and I think this is what death feels like

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summer evenings with zayne

wc: 505

prompt 9. one cooking, the other perched nearby on the counter, lazily kicking their feet and stealing ingredients from the cutting board

content: fluff fluff fluff, eating, domestic intimacy, kissing

a/n: inspired by these domestic fluff prompts by @/fromdove, i wanna challenge myself to write a little drabble for each of these. and would take requests for any characters (for media i write for), if you'd like ♡

Summer evenings are made for this, you think. The early evening sun streaming through an open window, warm golden light saturating Zayne's kitchen. The light breeze that lazily pushes the curtains. An easy quiet, as you lean your head against the kitchen cabinet.

You swing your legs slowly, still warm from your walk to the farmer's market — the marble counter a cool relief. The buzz of the city a dull murmur through the sunlit curtains. It made sense, being here, some small piece of this summer evening in his kitchen as he slices ripe red tomatoes.

They contrast the stark white bowl they rest in, light glinting off the juice that collects at the center. Tempting, as he adds another handful to the bowl. Easy to sneak a slice as he focuses on precise cuts through another tomato, the dull thud of the knife hitting the cutting board. A not-so-secret give and take as you eat another slice.

"If you keep stealing slices, we'll only have onion for our kimchi." He says it softly, mirth pulling at the corners of his mouth.

You lean towards him, like it's a shared secret.

"It's quality control," you attempt to whisper, "I have to make sure each tomato is just right."

"And your verdict?"

You lift another slice from the bowl, juice dripping onto your thigh as you pop it into your mouth. The freshness comes first, followed by the slight sweetness and acidity — light and crisp and like summer.

"Amazing," you hum, sneaking an additional slice.

Zayne smiles lightly, setting the knife back on the cutting board. He moves in front of you, hands settling on the counter by your thighs and standing between your knees. Close enough to lean in and kiss the bridge of his nose as he looks at you warmly. And in this moment, it's just you, and him — this warm summer evening and a perfect tomato.

"Open," you say, guiding the tomato piece towards his mouth. And he does, holding your gaze as you gently place the slice on his tongue, your thumb brushing against his lower lip. Communication through look and touch as he thoughtfully savors the slice.

A warmth floods your senses seeing him enjoy it — these moments of slowness rare for you both, this tomato. The simplicity of two people coexisting on a quiet evening washes over you.

"Verdict?" you repeat his words, arching an inquiring eyebrow, unable to contain your smile.

His fingers skim your thighs, gently cupping them before tugging you closer to the counter edge. He leans in, lips hovering over yours just slightly before kissing you slowly. Savoring your soft exhale as your hands find his, as he deepens the kiss just slightly, tasting the remaining sweetness of the tomato on his tongue.

The kitchen's still golden, the city sounds still a soft hum, and it feels like time slows for you both. Blending into the hazy glow of summer, suspended in amber tones.

Zayne gently rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"Amazing."

a/n: i just really like tomatoes and tomato kimchi ♡

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I think it's best to err on the side of caution and NOT tell an artist their work looks like a preexisting property or character, but if you SIMPLY MUST make the comparison be heard, maybe double check the comments to see if the same comparison hasn't already been made 30 times

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That anon who talked about the older twins going to college just made me think of Sylus's reaction when the twins are mentioned at graduation and HIS last name is said.

OMG STOP I'LL CRYYYYYY

i do think, as Sylus enrolled them technically, he'd put in "Qin" as their last names by default— "part of the cover" he'd reason. despite it being his real name. so willing to give it to the two goobers of the eldest sons.

you'd all be there during the ceremony. biggies would have insisted on not marching, but you weren't having any of that. you'll dress up and go to each of their graduations. sylus too, though he doesn't say it, wouldn't miss it for the world.

so you sit in your seats behind the graduates. entertain lucian's endless questions—

where biggies? "up front, sweetheart."

why i no have hat? "you don't like hats."

can sit with keewan? "no." can sit with wook? "no."

and try to keep kyros awake so he doesn't miss his brothers' names being called. "boring." he'd whine. sylus chuckles and entertains him with a smoke bird made from his evol. mephisto rests somewhere to record the ceremony.

and when Q comes around, their names are announced through the speakers and their full name is flashed on the large screen. sylus's shoulders falter just that little bit from his upright, cross-armed seat.

he watches the almost familiar scene. of the once smaller boys climb up the stage—back then to attempt an assassination— now in their togas to receive their hard-earned diplomas, having studied alongside missions, errands, and even raising toddlers. he's overwhelmed by emotion; he only shows through the working of his jaw and the tightening of his fingers on your hand.

kyros and lucian offer levity in their cheers, high-pitched and loud shrieks as their brothers wave at them from stage. drawing attention to their little family. lucian even attempts to climb up during luke's ceremony, declaring, "Qin! Qin! i go too!" before sylus chases him down the aisle and scoops him back to their seat.

and when it's all over, and luke or kieran come to reunite with you, sylus places a hand on their shoulders, heavy and reverent. his eyes sting, hidden behind the sunglasses he insisted on wearing (for his sensitive eyes, of course).

he tells him how proud he is of them, of how far they've come, and how proud he is to be their father.

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Love and Deepspace Lawsuit and Legal Letter

🗓️ On August 5

Love and Deepspace by Shanghai Papergames once again trended for the wrong reasons. Players voiced widespread frustration following the Xavier Fallen Crown event, specifically over a misleading skill preview shown in the promotional PV versus what actually appeared in-game.

Now, things have escalated beyond just complaints. A lawsuit against Shanghai Paper Interactive Entertainment Network Technology Co., Ltd. is heading to trial on August 13, at the Yangpu District People’s Court in Shanghai. The basis? A service contract dispute.

🔗: https://m.weibo.cn/status/5196239056404818?jumpfrom=weibocom

🗓️ On August 6

The Haihua Yongtai Law Firm (Shanghai Office) issued a formal legal letter to:

• Shanghai Paper Games Co., Ltd. (operator of Love and Deepspace), and

• Shanghai Nuandie Network Technology Co., Ltd. (copyright holder).

The legal letter demands that Papergames address:

• The discrepancies between the promotional video, gacha previews, and the in-game outcomes.

• The emotional and financial toll caused by misleading marketing.

• An end to the studio’s apparent “cold violence” against its player base (e.g., silence, gaslighting, lack of transparency).

Player Demands Include:

• Fulfilling all reasonable user requests outlined in the legal notice

• Issuing a public rectification plan and compensation

• Committing to transparent, honest advertising moving forward

🔗: https://m.weibo.cn/status/5196568584261924?jumpfrom=weibocom

But this lawsuit isn't happening in isolation. It's part of a growing wave of dissatisfaction with Infold and Papergames that many of us have been raising awareness about for months now. Hopefully, this legal spotlight will shed light on other persistent issues like:

📌 Sylus and Caleb’s Missing Content

🔗: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1iGCWMtnE0HPrXQSb6yxwmQZOxrksAYHi/view?usp=drivesdk

🔗: https://chng.it/QG4GyNpFwS – Sign if you haven’t

📌 F2P Players Struggling

🔗: https://x.com/rafsyzanvier/status/1949087542822760845?t=h8jf2WpXJlZOTE9VeKfIYw&s=19

📹: https://youtu.be/ASoIbSaCbQE?si=8td_VI4gG9Q89p0k

📌 Lighting Issues for Darker-Skinned MCs

📷: https://x.com/StarPop_Arts/status/1924726557316108580?t=G216Amzy7aGsO1jsQGLHtA&s=19

📌 Poor Communication and Updates

🔗: https://x.com/rafsyzanvier/status/1943495453741584392?t=z-nHIl5rVPAtqvuB-vn5xA&s=19

📌 R3 Combat Requirements

📣 Global Boycott for Multibanner Ongoing

A boycott is currently underway for the upcoming multibanner. It’s not just about Xavier’s King of Darknight, it’s about everything.

🔗: https://x.com/_sylussorceress/status/1951567795826618389?t=ygAyJZWwCge5TML1XKHxag&s=19

And it’s not just the Global. CN players are protesting too.

🔗: https://x.com/_sylussorceress/status/1952664538995724470?t=McOuckW0SoqbHBC5v2T2nA&s=19

💡 A Gentle Reminder:

We love this game. That’s why we’re doing this.

Please stop acting like Love and Deepspace is a struggling indie game hanging on by a thread. It’s not. It’s backed by a massive company. Banners aren’t going to disappear if we ask for basic fairness. But if we don’t speak up, the exploitation will continue unchecked.

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"Zayne never smiles!!"

Look closer, fool

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I truly don't care about 'spicy' beach banner. I want a beach banner where Sylus wears an open patterned shirt, board shorts and sunglasses pushed up his head. Where the twins are carrying armfuls of beach toys and thrilled about another new experience with their boss-man. Where they bury him in sand because he begrudgingly agrees if it means he can just stop hearing them babbling on about everything.

Where they leave him there to go get ice cream (and totally don't pay for it), so when Sylus frees himself with his evol he finds his kids on the run from the guy running the ice cream truck, and has to pay for them, bonk them over the head, and then comes back to his parasol to relax and read a book while they practice their water gun skills. (He'll join in later.)

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I die every time someone does not tag their hardcore smut as explicit

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That cuddles to feral sex trope sounds very in line with roommates Sylus.......maybe a lil spinoff??👀👀

A wee little drabble if you will👉🏾👈🏾

The sky’s in that stage between light and dark when the sun’s shaking off sleep and beginning its sluggish ascent from behind the horizon.

A dog barks in the distance. Morning birds sing, perched in the tree outside your window. The sprinkler system stirs to life, and the motor of a car purrs into wakefulness somewhere in the cul-de-sac.

You avoid the fate of an early workday today. Remote work, thankfully.

You’re not due to clock in for another four hours, so you bet your sweet ass you’re savoring the time you have left before dawn completely chases away the remnants of night.

Besides, you don’t think you’ll be allowed to leave your bed, anyway.

Not with the arm around your waist, keeping you fastened to the hard press of his body behind you. Not with the occasional slip of his voice when he stirs, murmuring incoherencies like an old man before drifting back towards lucidity.

You don’t want to leave regardless.

Not with his hair dusting your neck like that. Not with his legs entangled with yours, anchoring you down like you’ll drift into the stratosphere if he lets go. Not with how his fingers flex against your stomach like he’s clinging to a dream he doesn’t want to wake from. How perfectly your body molds to his, your hips notched up against the apex of his thighs.

It’s been three months since your dynamic changed. Since you went from woman about to spill off the edge of her seat waiting for her hot, clearly attracted roomie to make a move to…well, this.

It doesn’t have an official label yet, this gravitational force between you. Not like it needs one. You both know you’ve been an unofficial thing for a while, dancing around each other like two neutron stars awaiting an inevitable, spacetime-warping collision.

Shifting onto your side, you take your time appraising the sleepy Adonis beside.

Short lashes dance with the pretty girls of sleep. A divot forms between his brows like something behind his lids offended him. You run your finger down his nose, snorting when his face scrunches up.

Heart-shaped lips tremble with soft breaths. Riotous hair haloes his features, making him look like the subject of a painting. Something human eyes weren’t meant to see.

You gather warm, stubbled cheeks into your palms, nudging forward to rub your noses together. Gods, you’re disgusting. So obnoxiously enamored, you’re comparing this man to the sun and artwork and biblically accurate angels. Saying all those love songs make sense, all those romcoms have some level of truth to them.

Sylus stirs while you’re in your head, and when those brilliant, sleepy eyes fall on you…well, what’s even the point of having lungs?

“What’s wrong?” he asks in that raspy bedroom voice, nuzzling into the safety of your hands.

You feel it curdling in your stomach, his voice. Pins and needles in your toes. It’s always been catastrophic—the perfect blend of grit and evenness. The cause of many a night spent alone in bed with wet panties, but you’ll never tell him that aloud.

He already knows. He has to know.

Batting away your thoughts, your lips twitch into a smile. “Couldn’t fall back asleep.”

Your thumb smooths over his bottom lip, memorizing its texture, its suppleness, entranced with how his mouth spills open the slightest bit under your touch.

His hand makes several expeditions up and down your side, burning through the frail cling of your night clothes. You feel the heat of it seeping through layers of flesh, coagulating between your thighs, and you reflexively pulse.

Something about the early morning when it’s just the two of you—when he’s just your Sylus—that makes you absolutely feral.

No cryptic phone calls to take him away. No spur-of-the-moment business trips sending him to random parts of the globe. No jobs in the way. No mystery. Just him and that stupid face, and that ridiculously hot voice, and his unfairly hard chest squishing against your breasts as he draws you closer for a kiss—

“Careful,” you chuckle in the space between your mouths when you part with a sticky click. Your hands slide from his face to splay on his chest, and a warm flutter of excitement coasts through your body. “You’re gonna mess around and start something.”

Oh, please start something. Please—

“Hmm.” Tugging you impossibly closer via a hand on your hip, grin boyish, wolfish, he kisses you again. And again. And another until you’re slow-blinking. Breathless. Lucid, trying to keep your head from spinning.

He slips a crooked finger under your chin, slightly tilting your head up so he can further study the tantalizing swell of your mouth. “Maybe I want to, sweetheart.”

You throb violently.

Now, that.

That’s just not fair.

Here you were, anticipating an innocent, slow morning. Maybe some kissing to chase away the anxiety of leaving him for a few hours.

But this is Sylus you’re talking about—sex on legs. Everything he does lights a fire in your loins, from the way his biceps flex while he’s working on his bike, to how he sweeps hair from his face while he’s hunkered over the stove, flipping pancakes, and humming off-key.

You’re not sure what starts it. What compels you to press your lips to his jaw, lingering there like you’re trying to siphon all the heat of his body into yours. But you’re addicted to the strained sound he makes in the back of his throat when you do.

His fingers tighten on your waist, thumb smoothing tight circles over your hip bone. “Now who’s looking to start something?”

And he thinks he’s so slick, craning his head back like you won’t notice, giving you more passage of his throat, eyes shuttered closed.

Taking up his offer, you drag your lips down, blistering his neck with kisses. You find the tender space below his ear, and you employ your teeth and tongue this time, tortuously nipping until he instinctively grinds his pelvis against yours.

There it is—that pretty noise again. And suddenly, a knee slips between your thighs to press against the torrid heat brewing there in retaliation, and, oh—

Your thighs twitch. Fingers tighten against his chest. You almost forgot you’re the one meant to be in control, gasping something faint and fevered into the crook of his shoulder.

It proves to be a fatal move, letting your composure slip like that. You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s wearing that shit-eating grin like he’s just uncovered all the world’s secrets.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he asks. It’s obviously rhetorical. Halfway condescending, but that soft doting thing he does underneath…

Your stomach clenches.

And there he goes, taking the globes of your ass into his palms, thigh notched up tight between yours, dragging you up and down the devastating span of his quad.

You hide your face in his shoulder, shamed but also shameless as you hump him. So obscenely wet already, skin so hot, so perfect and pretty, murmuring obscenities when your clit catches just right.

“Oh fuck,” you quietly relent, breath hot and ragged.

“Hmm?” His voice vibrates beneath your palms, crackling in a way that suggests he’s enjoying the view. The feel. The sounds. “Right there, sweetie?”

He doesn’t await your answer, doing it again. Guiding your hips over that spot that robs you of your voice and makes your body spasm like you’ve been branded by fire.

So much for a sweet, sleepy wake-up call. 

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"