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He's the only bunny in MC's life lol

Xavier is so mean 😭🐰

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This is normal and part of the gacha luck. I lost out the Xavier myth to a standard Caleb card, and it's happened plenty of times before. Usually you will get an event card once you reach hard pity. After grinding and pulling some more, I did manage to get Xavier's myth. Hang in there

quick question to the general lads folks... is it normal to get non-event cards during the events?? today my 50-60 pull got me a 5 star... but NOT one of xaiver's new myth cards the event is for, I got a zayne card

this is the 2nd event in a row in which i've gotten a non-event ( specifically zayne, no hate to him, just weird ) card during an event! last time it was for rafayel's myth card event, I pulled another 5 star zayne card.

is this normal? I feel like every other event before the last massive update, I ONLY got event cards during the events. now it is 2 events in a row in which I spent actual money on diamonds only to pull a non-event card. should I report this? is it a bug or have I just been really lucky in the past??

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A Date With WHO?!

Selkie AU | Love and Deepspace boys x Reader

Reader jokingly says they’ll go on a date with one of them | Feral seal chaos ensues | Possessive seal meltdown | Kisses

A continuation of the last one lol unedited and made while half asleep

Also for anyone who is worried or wondering, I'm not doing well but I will still post, I love seeing people comment and interact with my posts so much and I dont know how to respond but it always makes my day 🦭❤️ I especially loved when someone sent me a picture of a seal they croqueted. It made me want to get back into croquet lol

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🐺 Sylus

You smirk at him first.

“Maybe I’ll go on a date with Sylus instead.”

His whiskers twitch. Seal form freezes. Then, Snort—snarl—SNARF.

He launches himself at you like a torpedo, knocks you backwards onto the sand.

Starts frantically nosing your neck and shoulders, pinning you down with his full weight.

Then shifts human, panting, hovering over you with wild, red eyes.

“Good. You said it. You can’t take it back now.”

He presses his lips to your throat, nips lightly, then kisses you fiercely.

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🫧 Rafayel

“Or maybe I’ll just go on a date with Rafayel!”

He gasps. Like a Victorian lady seeing ankles.

Rolls dramatically off the rock into the surf, then flops back up, tail flicking.

“Oh? You’d grace me with that honor? You chose me?”

Flips onto his back in front of you, flippers tucked dramatically.

Then flips back over, charges forward, and noses at your lips impatiently.

Finally shifts human, catches your face in his hands, and kisses you deeply.

“You are mine now, mon cœur. We will never mention the others again.”

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🪨 Zayne

You tease, “Or maybe I’ll go on a date with Zayne.”

His eyes narrow.

He slams his seal body forward and just… sits on you. Like a big, heavy, warm rock.

You squeak, “Z-Zayne?!”

He just grunts. Settles more weight. Presses his forehead to your chest like an affectionate but slightly murderous boulder.

Then shifts human slowly, still pinning you under him.

“Good. You chose right.”

Leans in and kisses you. Deep, steady, unyielding.

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☀️ Caleb

“Or maybe a date with Caleb...”

He screams. Happy, triumphant, over-the-moon seal screech.

Starts spinning in circles. Flops into the water, jumps back out, slides directly into your lap.

"PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME—OH WAIT YOU DID PICK ME—"

Shifts human mid-flop, arms thrown around your neck, laughing breathlessly.

“You won’t regret it!! Let’s go right now! You want flowers? You want fish? You want seaweed jewelry???”

He kisses your face over and over and over, giggling between every one.

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🌊 Xavier

“...Or maybe I’ll just go on a date with Xavier.”

Total silence.

He stares at you. Blinks once.

Then slowly slides forward. Climbs into your lap. Seal head tucks under your chin.

Then—nip. Soft, possessive bite to your collarbone.

Shifts human right there, arms sliding firmly around your waist, pressing you into his chest.

“You said it. I heard you.”

His eyes dark, ocean-deep, lips brushing your ear.

“You belong to me now.”

Then kisses you slow and deep, fingers curling in your hair.

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Aftermath

You are now pinned on the sand, smothered in protective, slightly feral Selkie affection.

All of them firmly believe you meant it.

They are now each competing to prove they’re the best "date."

“I picked the best shell for you!” — Rafayel.

“I caught the biggest fish!” — Sylus.

“I warmed the best sun spot for us!” — Zayne.

“I made a seaweed crown!” — Caleb.

“You will never leave again.” — Xavier, whispering ominously.

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𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 | LADS + when they pamper you

warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, the cookie mention in zayne's is a reference to this smau, thank you sm for 2k followers!! take this fluff as my humble offering

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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Thank you CN Girlies 🥹🩷 So happy our Starboy is being shown the love ⭐️

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I just lost my 50/50 to Caleb…. to a card I already had

I guess I’ll wait until I get the 20 free pulls tonight before trying again but it’s not looking good…

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xavier 🤝 me

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My husband 🥴😍💕

Art by: pikew53076 on X!

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lads mcs in a nutshell

you are NOT immune to my "each LI has a different MC" propaganda

Zayne's MC: no I DON'T want to put deeper thought into the root cause of my crippling self hatred. do you wanna pretend we're penguins and waddle around linkon city or not babygirl the plushie lore won't write itself.

Xavier's MC: Wait so WHO are you. WHAT are you doing in this forest. WHAT are you doing in my apartment building. And for gods' sake can you lock the fuck in my dude your work ethic is atrocious

Rafayel's MC: Listen here twink tell me about the rich history of lumerian culture or I'll smack you so quick you won't be able to say jiminy cricket

Sylus' MC: I am completely unable to express my feelings for you verbally but that's okay because you can't do it either so let's just go shopping and abuse the power of sarcasm.

Caleb's MC: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME LIL BRO I AM NOT STOCKHOLMING MY SYNDROME TODAY HEEEELLL NAH MOVE BITCH MOVE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. UNHAND ME. UNHAND ME BRO. RELEASE ME ts lowk hot but IDGAF. RELEASE ME

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I'm so happy the companion weapon for Xavier's new myth is a far ranged weapon bc God knows I can't use the sword or claymore to save my life

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I already know this myth is gonna be my favorite. I can feel it in my bones, in my ruined little heart. The AESTHETICS??? Absolutely immaculate. Ethereal. Devastating.

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pls crash inside me king of darknight

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My king😍

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And... I'm taking off from work Friday. Not even asking, I'm telling. I got to pull for Xavier and emails cannot get in my way

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“If I wasn't sick, would you watch the stars with me?"

"Not just the stars. I'll show you the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon. We'll see them together."

You will forever be loved by me, Shen Xinghui

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LADS GUYS AND WORK GOSSIP (aka a pick me girl is in office and you're crashing out)

IM BACKKKKKK🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ sorry for being inactive for 2 weeks guys blame my internship 🥀

hope you enjoyyyy ilysm mwah🫶

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Dad!Lads and their child's small habits!

—♥︎♥︎ Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier — A part 2 of "Small habits" (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

RAFAYEL —

It was already late afternoon, the soft glow from the sun kissed the waves and shore, You and Rafayel walked hand in hand, your steps slow and easy, while just ahead of you was the real commander of this seaside expedition, Seraphina.

Your daughter was in full focus mode, clutching a little pink bucket as she combed through the sand with wide, excited eyes. Every time she spotted a seashell she liked, she'd let out a soft gasp and plop it carefully into her bucket, as though she'd discovered a hidden treasure meant just for her.

Her sunhat and tiny sunglasses had been ditched after the fifth time they fell off while she bent to reach a shell. Rafayel now held them with a soft smile, his other hand never letting go of yours. He didn't complain once. In fact, he looked oddly proud, as if she were collecting galaxies instead of seashells.

“She really takes this seriously,” you said, watching as Seraphina waddled a few steps forward, then dropped to her knees for another shell.

“She’s making a museum,” Rafayel replied gently, eyes twinkling. “We’re just her assistants.”

You both laughed softly as she turned back to look at you with bright eyes.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look! This one’s super duper shiney!” She held up a broken seashell, pink and iridescent, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

You both crouched beside her, letting her press it into your palm, and she beamed with pride when you told her it was beautiful.

She kept going, dragging you and Rafayel along by the hand when she needed help carrying more or when she just wanted you both close by. She wouldn’t stop until her little bucket was full to the brim and her pockets were heavy with “extra special shells.” It didn't matter how sandy or wet she got, Seraphina was on a mission.

Back at home, the beach beside your house had slowly turned into her personal treasure trove. Rafayel had helped her create a special “shell garden” a row of trays and shallow crates nestled into the sand where she could arrange, admire, and sometimes even name her favorite finds. Some had labels in her crooked handwriting.

Rafayel never once stopped her little habit. In fact, he encouraged it. Built it into your world. If she wanted to collect every shell on the shore, he’d carry them all back without question. If she wanted to sit for hours and sort them by color or “happy energy,” he’d sit cross legged beside her and nod along with every serious explanation.

Because it wasn’t just about the seashells.

It was about the magic she saw in the world and the way Rafayel would do anything to protect it.

CALEB —

It started as a little thing, just one tiny wave the first time you brought her to watch Caleb take off for a mission. Her eyes were wide with amazement, clinging to your hand as the roar of the engine shook the ground. Caleb had given a quick salute from the cockpit before the aircraft lifted into the sky, and without thinking, she waved.

From that moment on, she believed her father flew every aircraft in the sky.

Even though she knew, technically, that her father piloted military aircrafts, her heart made no such distinctions. Fighter jet, cargo plane, commercial airliner, even the tiniest seaplane soaring far above, if it was flying, she was waving.

“Hi, Daddy!”

“Fly safe, Daddy!”

“Is that you, Daddy? Or is that Uncle Gideon?”

You and Caleb would just exchange soft, amused glances every time she looked up at the sky and raised her little hand high above her head. Whether you were out in the park, walking by the beach, or just on the balcony of your home, the moment she heard an aircraft humming in the sky, she’d stop everything, point, and wave.

Even when Caleb was at work or on a mission, she’d still do it, like it was her way of sending love into the clouds, hoping it’d reach him.

One afternoon, as a commercial plane passed overhead during your grocery run, she gasped and tugged your sleeve, nearly dropping her little juice box.

"That one’s not Papa," she said, squinting up.

You smiled. “No?”

"Nooooooo" she said in a matter of fact tone, "that one’s Uncle Gideon. Daddy's planes are faster!"

Sometimes, when Caleb was with you both and she spotted a plane overhead, she’d still wave with the same excitement, even though her dad was literally holding her hand at that moment.

"Maybe that’s just one of your other planes, Daddy!" she’d say, looking up with such conviction that Caleb could only laugh and nod.

“Well then, guess I better go check on my fleet,” he’d play along.

Caleb never corrected her—not once. If anything, he leaned into the magic of it. He’d pick her up, let her sit on his shoulders, and wave with her. Sometimes, he’d even salute the sky just like he did in the cockpit, which always made her giggle.

It was one of her little habits now.

And even when she grew older, you were sure there’d always be a part of her that looked to the sky… Just to wave at father.

SYLUS —

It was a habit that started with just one daisy.

She had picked it from the garden one sunny morning and gently placed it on Sylus’s keyboard, right on top of the spacebar. No reason. No special occasion. Just because she said, “Daddy's desk looked too serious!”

Since then, it became her little tradition, decorating everything with flowers.

Real ones, pressed ones, even the ones from sticker sheets she’d sneak into your grocery cart. She’d put flower stickers on the fridge, your shoes, the bathroom mirror, and of course, all over Sylus’s belongings. His office desk? Dotted with roses and sunflowers. His notebooks? Covered in pastel petals. Even his phone case had a stubborn daffodil sticker he never peeled off.

Sylus never minded. Not even a bit.

In fact, every time he found one, whether it was stuck on his coffee mug or hidden inside an important folder, he’d chuckle softly and just leave it there like a badge of honor. It became his own little way of carrying her love throughout the day.

You weren’t spared either.

One quiet afternoon, you were sitting on the couch reading when your daughter climbed up beside you with a sheet of glittery flower stickers in her hand.

“Hold still, mommy..” she whispered like it was a top secret operation.

Before you knew it, your face, arms, and even your clothes were decorated with hibiscus and daisies and tiny bluebells. And there came Sylus, leaning against the doorway, smiling like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

“Beautiful,” he said, walking over. “But I think she missed a spot.”

Then he plucked one more sticker from her sheet and carefully pressed it right onto your forehead, grinning as your daughter squealed in delight.

Sometimes, she’d make little floral arrangements on the dinner table or tuck blossoms behind your ears, or Sylus’, or even into the collars of his clothes. And no matter how chaotic or busy things got, those quiet floral touches somehow always softened the edges of your days.

It was just one of her small habits, leaving bits of joy wherever she went. And Sylus? He’d let her cover the whole world in flowers if she wanted to. Because to him, everything she touched only became more beautiful.

ZAYNE —

The sun hadn’t even started peeking through the curtains yet when you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Zayne. You had a long mission later today and wouldn’t be able to eat lunch with him like usual, so you figured the least you could do was make him something homemade, with a little extra love packed inside.

You were halfway through prepping the bento when you heard soft footsteps padding across the kitchen floor. Turning around, you saw a little bed headed figure rubbing her eyes and dragging her favorite stuffed animal behind her.

“Mommy.. Are we making lunch for Daddy..?” she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

You smiled. “We are. Want to help, baby?”

Suddenly wide awake, she nodded and hurried over to the stool you always kept by the counter for exactly this kind of moment. She climbed up and immediately grabbed the wooden spoon like a seasoned chef in training.

She stirred the pot while you added seasoning, sticking her tongue out in deep concentration like she was handling delicate science. Then, without warning, she began her quality control inspection, reaching into the veggie bowl and taking out every single carrot.

“Daddy doesn’t like carrots,” she said with a little huff, setting the rejected carrots aside with dramatic flair. “No yucky bits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

While you packed the rice and side dishes into the bento box, she busied herself with more important tasks, like slipping a few sweets into the corner, “for energy,” she claimed with a mischievous smile.

Then came the final touch, the lunch note.

You had already scribbled a quick “Have a good day at work. Love you always. – ❤️” and set it aside to tuck into the box. But before you could, your daughter swiped it up and grabbed some markers from the drawer.

“I need to decorate it, mommy..!”

She doodled tiny hearts, olaf from frozen, a wonky cat, and snowflakes. By the time she was done, the note was practically a full blown art piece, and honestly, way more heartfelt than your original message alone.

When Zayne finally woke up and stumbled into the kitchen, still sleepy and barely buttoning his shirt, your daughter jumped down from her stool and ran over.

“Daddy! We made your lunch! But I helped mommy a lot too.”

Zayne blinked, looked at the box, then at both of you, and broke into a sleepy smile, the kind that said he didn’t quite know what was going on yet, but his heart was already full.

XAVIER —

Your son had a quiet way of showing love. He wasn’t the usual loud baby, definitely more like his father in that sense.

And oh, he gave the most random things.

It started with a tiny crumpled drawing one morning. He had waddled up to you and Xavier while you were having coffee and silently placed a folded paper onto Xavier’s lap, then just… walked away like nothing happened.

Xavier unfolded it slowly to reveal a shaky sketch of what looked like a blob with legs and a smiley face.

“What… is it?” you whispered.

Xavier stared at it for a moment before answering, “Us. I think.”

You both kept it. Obviously.

From then on, it became a daily occurrence.

He’d bring home pebbles from the park, some of them not even shiny or special, just rocks.

He once handed you a lumpy little clay… thing and proudly declared, “It’s a soup, Mommy. Seraphina taught me how to make it with clay.." you nodded and chuckled in response like you'd just received a priceless artifact. It still sits on your nightstand.

Sometimes he’d sneak stickers onto your clothes or Xavier’s coat before leaving the house, small animals or stars or sometimes, inexplicably, a star sticker on Xavier’s sword. Neither of you removed them.

Your favorite might’ve been the time he handed you both a napkin with nothing but two googly eyes glued in the middle. No explanation. Just… pure, toddler abstract art.

You once caught Xavier at his desk, looking over some reports with that same napkin art sitting proudly beside his monitor. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“He gave it to me,” he said with a shrug and the tiniest smile. “Means something.”

And it did. Somehow, all these tiny, bizarre offerings were his way of saying I love you, without needing to say a word.

So your house slowly filled with his gifts, drawings, wobbly crafts, leaf collections, mystery clay blobs, and stickers in the strangest places.

They were random, they were odd, and they were the most precious things you owned.