#I would

[techs-wife]

I want to B-1 with u babygurl

Fuck...? the machine .?

idk happy valendine or something

[inexpressiblybeautiful]

I remember thinking about what it would be like for oMark and oHelena to meet and ending up with the conclusion that they would be rather bitchy with each other.

But like...

THE HELL IS THIS????????

[lavendervirgos]

I would look so pretty all tied up and being a little mess for you

[seizethegay420]

I understand why Viktor and Mel like him now

[namjoonswifeyy]

I swear every time I read a beautifully written romantic piece like this, I just get more convinced that fictional men are meant to be my husbands

Love and Deepspace - Valentines Day (Fluff)

A/N : yes I'm a few days late sorry <3. There is some clear bias in Sylus's 🤣. I am still new to Love & Deepspace so they are definitely OOC.

Sylus – A Night of Hidden Truths

The city becomes a blur of neon lights as Sylus leads you through a hidden passageway. You weren’t sure where you were going - but with Sylus, that was nothing new.

"Trust me," he murmured, his grip firm yet careful as he guided you up a rusted fire escape. The cold wind nipped at your skin, but the warmth of his hand in yours was enough to keep you steady.

At the top, the city stretched out before you—Linkon City in all its chaotic beauty. The rooftop was secluded - a stark contrast to the bustling streets below.

"I used to come here alone," Sylus admitted, leaning against the railing. You turned to face him, the usual teasing smirk on his lips softer tonight.

"And you brought me here because…?" you prompted, crossing your arms.

"Because I wanted a night without masks. Just you and me. No expectations. No running."

Your heart clenched at the rare vulnerability in his voice.You stepped closer, placing your hand over his

"Then let’s not run."

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a quiet hum of approval, he pulled you into his arms, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"Close your eyes."

"Sylus, if this is one of your cryptic surprises—"

"Just trust me please sweetie? " he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

You sighed but obeyed, feeling the gentle tug of his hand as he guided you forward. The air smelled faintly of fresh roses and something sweet—chocolate, maybe?

"Okay. Open them."

Your breath hitched.

The rooftop was completely transformed. A pathway of softly glowing lanterns led to a cozy, candlelit setup—a plush blanket spread out, trays of food, and an array of neatly wrapped presents . A bouquet of your favorite flowers rested at the center.

"Sylus…"

You turned to him, but he was already watching you—eyes darker than the night yet filled with something soft, unguarded.

"This is…" You swallowed. "You really did all this for me?"

"I had some help," he admitted. "You deserve more you know - I'd give you the whole world if you asked"

A warm breeze brushed past, carrying the faint sound of city life below, but here, in this moment, it was just the two of you. Sylus sat down, pulling you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, strong and secure.

"You should know something," he murmured against your hair.

"Hmm?"

"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You keep saying that."

"Because I need you to believe it."

You turned slightly, enough to see the undeniable sincerity in his gaze. And then—he kissed you. Slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to memorize the way you tasted.

When he pulled away, a rare smile—genuine, without any teasing— graced his lips.

"Happy Valentines Day, Sweetie."

Just as you were about to say something, a small flutter of wings caught your attention. Perched on the rooftop railing was Mephisto, Sylus’ ever-loyal bird companion. But this time, there was something glinting in its beak—a ring, adorned with a deep red stone.

Sylus, still holding you close, simply chuckled. You turned back to him, eyes wide, heart racing.

Was this what you thought it was?

Sylus smirked, but there was something different in his expression now—a quiet certainty, a promise.

"So…" he drawled, plucking the ring from Mephisto’s beak, twirling it between his fingers.

"How do you feel about forever?"

Rafayel – Painted in Love

"Close your eyes."

You sighed dramatically but obeyed. "If this is another one of your ‘trust exercises,’ I —"

"Shhh,"

The scent of oil paint lingered in the air, a mixture of fresh canvas and something distinctly him. You heard him move, adjusting something before he finally spoke again.

"Open."

Your breath hitched as you saw the painting in front of you. It wasn’t just a simple portrait but rather a masterpiece. The soft glow of your expression, the hidden laughter in your eyes, the way your hand reached out as if grasping for something just out of frame… It was you, seen through Rafayel’s eyes.

"Rafayel…"

"You like it?" he asks casually leaning against the table with a smirk.

"Like it? Raf, it’s… beautiful."

He pushed off the table, stepping closer until he was just a breath away.

"I only paint things that matter to me."

Your heart pounded as his fingers traced a stray streak of paint on your cheek, his touch lingering.

"So… what does that make me?" you whispered.

His lips curved into a knowing smile. "What do you think?"

And when he kissed you, slow and deliberate, like the brush strokes of his painting, you had your answer

Zayne – A Prescription for Love

"An arcade?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the bright neon lights blinking above you.

"Doctor, this is very uncharacteristic of you."

"You once said Valentine’s Day should be fun and not stressful. I figured this was preferable to another restaurant dinner." Zayne adjusted his glasses, looking unamused, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes.

"So you do listen when I ramble." You grinned, nudging his arm playfully.

He ignored your teasing, holding out a token. "Pick a game. "

After several failed attempts on the claw machine —on both sides—you somehow managed to win a small plush cat. Grinning you hold it up proudly to show him.

Zayne huffed, crossing his arms. "Statistically, the machine is designed to fail at least—" He stopped mid-sentence when you pressed the plush into his hands.

"Here. A gift. From your incredibly thoughtful and wonderful Valentine’s date."

He blinked, staring at the tiny cat as if it were a foreign object.

"You’re giving this to me?"

"Of course. You need something cute in your life. Maybe in your office? ."

Zayne looked at you then, and for once, his usual guarded expression melted away. His fingers curled around the plush as if it were something precious. His gaze softened, filled with something warm and unreadable.

"I already have that," he murmured, his voice quieter now, more intimate.

Before you could formulate a witty comeback, Zayne stepped closer, his hand tilting your chin up gently.

His touch was precise, deliberate—just like him—but when his lips met yours, the kiss was anything but calculated. It was slow, lingering, filled with an affection he rarely put into words.

When he finally pulled away, he let his forehead rest against yours for a moment, exhaling softly. Then, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"You should win me prizes more often."

You laughed, still a little dazed. "Are you saying I need to bribe you for affection?"

"Not at all," he said smoothly, tucking the plush into his coat pocket before lacing his fingers through yours.

"But if it means I get to kiss you again, I’m not above a little incentive."

Xavier – Dancing Among the Stars

"A spaceship?" you echoed in disbelief as Xavier led you onto the deck of a high-tech vessel docked just outside the city.

"You wanted a unique date," he said with a wink, casually flipping switches on the control panel.

"Thought we could do something different."

Before you could fully process what was happening, the ship’s thrusters roared to life. The world below blurred into streaks of light, and then—silence. Outside the window, space stretched endlessly before you, a vast sea of glittering stars, nebulas swirling in vibrant hues. It was breathtaking, unlike anything you had ever seen.

You turned to Xavier, wide-eyed, your breath stolen by the sheer wonder of it all. "You… stole a spaceship for me?"

He grinned, leaning back against the control panel with that signature devil-may-care charm.

"'Borrowed' is a better word. No one’s using it right now."

"Xavier!"

"Relax, darling ." He chuckled, reaching for your hand, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns over your palm.

"I just wanted to give you a view no one else could."

His response was rather nonchalant but beneath it was something deeper, something unspoken.

Your gaze flickered back to the window, the stars blinking like scattered diamonds, the cosmic dust shimmering in soft waves of light.

"This is crazy," you murmured, unable to look away.

"You knew what you were signing up for when you fell for me." His voice was lower now, smooth as velvet. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. The universe stretched out behind him, but all you could see was him—his tousled hair, the mischief in his eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most mesmerizing thing in the cosmos.

"Regrets?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "None."

A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. "Good."

And then he kissed you.

It was different this time—unrushed, lingering, like he had all the time in the universe to memorize the feel of your lips against his. The stars outside blurred, forgotten, as warmth spread through you, as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. When he finally pulled away, his breath ghosted against your lips, his hands still holding you as if he had no intention of letting go.

"You know," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow line along your jaw, "space is beautiful, but even galaxies don’t compare to you."

Your heart pounded. "Xavier—"

He smirked, eyes twinkling like the very stars outside. "What? I’m just saying, if someone told me you hung the stars yourself, I’d believe them."

Your face heated, and he only grinned, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, trying to look away, but he caught your chin again, his expression suddenly softer, more sincere.

"I mean it," he said, voice dropping to something quieter. "Out here, in all this endless space, you’re still the only thing I want to get lost in."

And just like that, the universe no longer felt so vast.

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[chwylaven]

Does this count as cannibalism

O well

Og meme under cut

[frownyalfred]

okay but the visual of a large group of batfamily members hanging out casually one minute, only for all of them to suddenly go still, tap their earpieces, and look to the nearest exit in unison?

one moment they’re joking, and the next they’re all staring at the door with that same, eerie look of focus on their faces — something steely, grim, and Gotham.

[hawleywilby]

[mangalho]

would you do circuit boosters with him

[maxie-vp]

[theclosetcreature]

Would you watch it with him?

[suchawrathfullamb]

at the state my life is rn I can see why Will chose Hannibal like meh everything kinda sucks also if runaway with cannibal lover then no more bills to pay

[denimaww]

Why does he have slutty veiled eyes like that, does he want me to suck his cock?

[exhausted-think-bucket]

This might be my favorite picture of Paul ever

[jeena-says-hi]

I honestly forgot I made this-