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when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

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i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

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As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

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I wish that, instead of reacting angrily or feeling attacked by the love many women feel for Love and Deepspace, some men would adopt a more open attitude and use the lessons this game offers to improve the way they treat their partners and women in general.

Love and Deepspace is designed to make us feel loved and to convey what love should feel like. For me (and I know for many others), it has taught me to understand what I truly desire in a relationship and how I want to be treated. Love interests are designed to make us feel valued, prioritized, and deeply loved. They are attentive, respectful, and caring, showing their love without coercion or demands, putting us first, and the evolution of the relationship and its intimacy is built on trust and mutual respect.

Even mechanics like the menstrual cycle representation, which has been criticized so much, are a reflection of the care and empathy that should exist in a healthy relationship. Understanding your partner's stage of the cycle not only allows you to support them more sensitively, but also to show meaningful support during phases like the luteal phase or menstruation itself.

This game isn't about sex or pornography, as many people think, but about love, respect, and genuine affection. It teaches us what true love feels like, what a healthy relationship should be like, and what it means to be authentically loved. There's nothing wrong with this, nor should those of us who enjoy this experience feel ashamed.

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Returning Memories - Rafayel (LaDS)

We’ve been walking the sunset shoreline for around an hour now with the hopes inspiration will come to him. The warm air sweeps my hair across my shoulders, tickling the bare skin my dress leaves uncovered. It’s been a few minutes since Rafayel has said anything, lazily trailing behind me - stepping into the footprints I leave. He’s been down lately with no actual explanation and it’s been worrying me. It’s not like anything before. Not like when he had his fevers, or when he ‘broke a bone helping a child across the street.’ This is a different type of quiet from him.

Whatever it is, I’ve been feeling it too; like a tug between us. Even now, as he strides behind me, I can feel it. A vague pressure from the center of my chest, making sure I don’t stray too far from him. I took a deep breath in and shut my eyes, allowing the salty air to wrap around me and my senses; trying anything to shake the uncertainty between our silence. However, something flashed behind my eyes, something familiar yet so foreign to me. A flash of a scene, similar to the one we currently walk, a small hand reaching for a shell and instead finding another hand in theirs.

My eyes snap open, and I turn to look over my shoulder. Rafayel stood in place a few paces back, his eyes somber and full of what looks like hurt. These looks have become more common in our visits, and it crushes me to see him like this. I wasted no time walking toward him to take his hand in my own, my fingers passing between his. He doesn’t tighten his grip, nor does he look into my eyes as I search his. With my other hand, I slowly bring it to his cheek and thumb the skin under his eye, gently pulling his gaze to me.

As our eyes finally met, the same scene flashed across my vision again, making my lids open wider. This time, however, something small and red swam across the hand in the foggy scene. It was too unclear to make out the shape, but it drifted to the other palm reaching out. The other person being someone I knew, but couldn’t see in this vision…this memory? Was it a memory? Was it one of my memories?

I focus my eyes back to Rafayel, his expression now changed to something deeper. The sadness remained, but now… now it looks as though he’s pleading. His opposite hand, not wrapped in my own, reaches for my chin, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before placing it behind my head - bringing me to his chest. I allow my eyes to close again, letting myself be enveloped within him silently.

The faded memory flashes again, with more detail this time. The foggy red blob earlier, now the shape of a small fish; swimming between the two small joined hands in the memory. I could feel my brows pinch together as I tried harder to see the person being reached out to, desperate to understand why I’m seeing the same scene behind my eyes. I followed the fish as it circled the joined palms and watched as it suddenly stopped to turn toward the other person… pushing itself directly into their chest. 

My eyes snap open, and the memories come flooding back to me. The promise I had made, the person I made them to, what all of it meant… It’s always been Rafayel. I gently push back from his chest to look at him, his eyes now showing they’ve always known but holding the same pain they had before. I release his hand from mine and, instead, bring it to the collar of his half buttoned dress shirt - lightly tugging the fabric down to look at the place I’ve seen the mark before.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t react, doesn’t emote while I press the pads of my fingers to the red fish tattoo now glowing underneath them. I bit my bottom lip as I could feel the emotions, the tears, welling up within me. “Rafayel…” My voice sounds weak, shattered, as the memories take hold of me. I’ve met him, I promised him, I’ve forgotten… and I’ve hurt him because of it. Tears threaten to break from my eyes as I look up at him with sincere regret and turmoil. “I’m so sorry… Raf…” I managed out, pushing my face into his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist.

He didn’t say a word, and I guess I didn’t need him to; he simply placed one hand on the small of my back and the other atop my head, lightly petting my hair. I felt him shift, then felt his lips on my forehead, then a warm streak fall on my brow. I look up to find his eyes full to the brim with unshed tears, mixing the cool colors of his eyes. He moves his hand to cup my cheek, carefully tracing his thumb across my cheekbone as he searches. “You remember now?” His bottom lip trembled, his brows knit together, and his eyes squeezed, threatening to release the tears he had been holding.

“I remember, Rafayel.” I choked, “I remember… It was you I met on this beach… Who I promised to come back for… Who I promised to be with… It was you… It’s always been you.” I couldn’t hold them back anymore, streams of sobs leaving me as I felt the overwhelming emotions slam into my already aching chest. He’s known this whole time and hasn’t once forced me to remember holding all of that heartbreak alone.

I could feel my knees buckle under the weight of the heartbreaking feelings; and instead of catching me before I fell, he fell with me. “I’ve been waiting for you, Princess.” His voice was so sad yet so relieved, his arms wrapped possessively around me as we collapsed into the sand. All I could do was hug him tighter as we both wept, as the memories of him take me. “I’ve missed you.”

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AN: i don't write as often as i should... from now on, the brief stories i think of will just be here. working on writing an actual romance novel; however it is proving difficult as ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THESE BOYS. thanks for reading. sorry if it sucks... but he's the one that makes me cry the most.

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INFOLD: This is Sylus. He's a crime boss that lives in one of the most violent and lawless areas in Linkon. He has an Evol that manifests as reddish-black energy and uses it to happily murder anyone who gets in his way. He also has a very deep voice, gives the MFC condescending nicknames and tries to force her to Resonate with him by manhandling her on a few occasions. And his animal motifs are both crows and dragons.

FANDOM: So he's the obvious red flag romance dude?

INFOLD: Hm? Oh no, he's not the red flag romance guy.

INFOLD: *points at Caleb, the childhood friend* THAT'S the red flag romance guy.

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