#l&ds oc

[voidedgalaxies]

Tfw you realize you might like your doctor/childhood friend and the world's most wanted criminal 🧍

[someonesbride]

I doodled my first favorite since I felt like he deserved it after dealing with my bs he-he :')

LOVE YOU ZAYNEEE

[kykyonthemoon]

Floral Tales • #03

The day Caleb put that ring on Lunaire's hand.

── .✦ This story is a part of my mini-series called "Floral Tales" (Caleb x OC). It's not published in English yet, but I decided to post this piece here to celebrate the couple rings from Caleb in game.

── .✦ Lunaire is my MC/ OC. Her profile will be updated soon as well.

Through the open window, the wind brought the welcome of summer into Elysium Flower Shop. Lunaire was standing by the window, but instead of focusing on arranging flowers into a bouquet, she was staring at her right hand, where a ring was resting on her middle finger, fitting her perfectly.

She moved her hand, tilting it slightly to the left, then to the right. The tiny plane engraved on the ring seemed to be taking flight, gently gliding over the flower bed below with the kiss of the afternoon sun. Lunaire’s mind had been flying as well all day since that morning.

Caleb asked her to meet him at their secret base. He said that he wanted her input on a new aircraft. Lunaire was surprised, not so much by the fact that he wanted to show her his new aircraft (whether it was a model or a real one); it was how nervous he seemed. Having known him most of her life, Lunaire had never seen him so tense; his hands clenched into fists and pressed to his sides as if he were still at the Fleet.

But Lunaire did not ask any questions. She followed Caleb inside the room, which had aged with time and contained many of their shared memories.  It was a safe place they had discovered together so many years ago. He asked her to sit down at the small tea table, where he had carefully selected each flower to set up. 

“Are you okay, Caleb?” she said at last. She touched Caleb’s hand lightly and in secrecy, used her Evol to search for any wounds or discomfort on his body. Knowing that he was fine, she was relieved.

Caleb’s fingers wrapped around hers, in a gentle gesture. He grinned and leaned down until his vision was lower than hers, one knee on the floor. Caleb gave Lunaire’s fingertips tender kisses, then looked up at her. 

“C-Caleb?” Lunaire’s cheeks were as rosy as the flowers that had bloomed that morning.

“You think I’m acting weird, right?” he said. “I’m fine. I just forgot everything I rehearsed saying to you before I came here.”

Lunaire’s eyes widened. What could be so important and secretive?

“So maybe I should stop beating around the bush…”

Caleb lifted Lunaire’s hand, his eyes lingering on her fingers for a long moment. Before she could say anything, the cool touch of metal reached her hand. A sparkling ring had just been slipped onto the middle finger of her right hand.

Caleb’s deep eyes looked at Lunaire, then focused on the ring. He twisted the band gently, until the tiny airplane appeared. He twisted again, and it vanished. Lunaire held her breath as she watched the airplane circle her finger.

At last, Caleb came to a stop. He glanced at her hand with his ring and remarked:

“This plane is called Caleb. It will forever trace its one hidden, unchanging flight path."

Lunaire was not sure how to respond. The emotion and tears blurred her vision. She couldn’t see how all the flowers in the room were blooming in response to her. Yet, she could definitely feel Caleb's dazzling smile, and the little airplane that held the world in her hand.

It was a good thing he let her sit down first; since her legs would fail to stand up at this moment. She quickly wiped away the warm tear that had just rolled down her cheek, but no matter how hard she tried to keep herself calm, all her efforts crumbled as Caleb drew her into his arms.

Lunaire burst into tears, because that was the only way for her myriad emotions to flow out naturally. She could not contain her sincere feelings for him any longer. It was so tremendous, that little Lunaire shivered before it, in his arms.

For countless times, they had expressed their affections to each other, in their own silly ways. They had been together, then fell apart, eventually reunited. None of them could quite name it what it was. This ring appeared to obliterate all the lines that separated them, and it was not until it was on Lunaire's finger that she realized this thing between them was genuine.

“Caleb, you're such a meanie…” She whispered in his ear.

Caleb let her go for a moment, then gently wiped away the tears on her beautiful face with his hands.

“Yeah, I’m a big meanie. I made you cry again. Would you let me make it up to you?"

Caleb rubbed his face on Lunaire’s palm, giving it a gentle kiss. Then he took out a small jewelry box from the pocket of his coat. He opened it.

“Your ring won't be lonely in this world.”

His words referred to the other ring inside the box. But when Lunaire peeked inside, she found nothing but dark velvet. As if she realised something at last, she smiled.

“Of course, but you’re holding it upside down.”

Caleb’s eyes were filled with bewilderment. He looked at the jewelry box and laughed, then adjusted it to its proper position. The ring, made to match Lunaire's, was displayed before her. And she took it out of the box.

“You’re a meanie and a dummy…” Lunaire grasped his hand. “I have to hold on to you tight, or else you’ll wander off somewhere…”

Lunaire held her breath as she slipped the ring onto Caleb’s finger. His gaze never left her face during that moment. Gently, he turned her hand so that it rested on his own, then kissed the ring there.

“No matter where this plane, Caleb, soars, Lu’s fingers will always be its harbor.”

The plane in Caleb’s hand was pointing towards the other one in Lunaire’s. They reunited, and would never be apart again.

Summer had just begun, and so had their new journey.

[lavlynyan]

Oh my girls...my beautiful girls 😭

And their handbags man

[loveanddeephistory]

Victoria's Case Files: An Introduction

Long story short I've got an oc named Victoria who is a black market informant. I've had her for over ten years and was originally an oc for Lego Ninjago, but she's rather adaptable. So with all the shady stuff going on in LADS, she'd absolutely have an eye on all five of the (current) love interests, if not have worked with them at least once.

Ch 2 of Trowels and Scales is underway! This was just something that hit me out of nowhere.

Again, self indulgent, not proofread.

WC: 2k

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Case File: Xavier Shen

Aliases, current: Lumiere

Aliases, prior: See attached list below. Most recent is former evol police officer. See attached newspaper reports and clippings.

Age: OLD. Claims to be 23

Appearance: Silver hair, blue eyes. 6’1”. Toned body. Affinity for sword fighting, matching physique.

Evol: Light. Summons a light blade while fighting, and can teleport while using it. Little balls of light appear when he is happy. 

Job: Hunter’s Association. UNICORNS operative 

General threat level: SSS

Personal threat level: S

Xavier is a dangerous man. Do not allow his princely charm to fool you. His kindness is genuine, but his ruthlessness outweighs it. Do not trifle with the man. Give him wide berth, help him where necessary. He is aloof and shy in the daylight. He prefers to keep to his very small circle or to himself. Gaining his trust takes time, be patient. And once you have it for the love of all that is holy do not abuse it.

His alliances are unclear. I’d hardly call the man morally grey, but he has an undefined set of goals. He does not target people randomly. He is very strict in how he conducts himself.

Lumiere acts as a vigilante. An incredible, legendary Hunter at first restricted to legend. But his reappearance as of late has only reaffirmed his popularity. I have seen his scowls when he sees merchandise of himself. To see hoards of fans constantly fawn over and fall in love with the mask instead of the man behind the mask, I can’t blame him. Lumiere has targeted Onychinus before and successfully gotten away with it. A ballsy move.

Xavier spends most of his time working, sleeping, or eating. If he isn’t doing that, he’s reading. While aloof and shy he isn’t opposed to meeting new people. He’s constantly picking up new jobs, sometimes without pay. His friendly face makes him perfect for jobs interacting with people. I’ve encountered him in a bookstore, handing out fliers, carrying out hunter missions… no wonder why the man sleeps so much. 

As seen in the below newspaper clippings, Xavier is much older than he claims. I have scrounged around for hours and found multiple pictures of him in different times and places. Yet he hardly looks like he’s aged a day. This isn’t an ancestor or doppelgänger. It is Xavier himself. 

We met at The Nest, and exchanged information as I revealed myself as an informant. He has called upon me for jobs on several occasions. Xavier is a powerful man. Though he poses no active threat to me yet, he could. For now he requests information and pays, then goes on his way. Respectable, dependable, and pays on time in full. Or acts out a favor of equal value. Should he turn on me, it will not end well. But he appears to be fiercely loyal. I have no current concern of him turning on me for any reason.

Do not underestimate this man. His soft demeanor and countenance only make it easier for him to manipulate others, should he feel the need to. He is not a soft bunny. He is a hare. 

Be wary of the hare. 

Case File: Dr. Zayne Li

Aliases: N/A

Age: 27

Appearance: Black hair, hazel eyes. 6’1”. Strong build, takes care of his physical health in spite of his work hours. Typically wears long sleeves to cover multitude of scars on both arms.

Evol: Ice

Job: Cardiac surgeon 

Jobs, prior: Military Medic, see attached military reports of incident.

General threat level: S

Personal threat level: C

Dr. Zayne is a reputable, respectable doctor. He trained in Skyhaven. The youngest of his kind to do cardiac surgery. He goes to work, does his job, and goes home. His social life is slim to none but he does enjoy the occasional outing with his colleagues. He has an icy demeanor he hides behind, but beneath the frost is a warm man. He has a soft spot for the children of the hospital and the pediatric wing, and takes his job seriously.

Dr. Zayne certainly can be dangerous. His evol can do a lot of damage, and he is fiercely protective, though self sacrificial. Personal threat level is low because there is no reason for him to find out who I truly am. And if he does, he’s more likely to alert the authorities than risk a face to face confrontation. General threat level S currently. May be adjusted as necessary. As a doctor his focus is on saving lives, he will fight if necessary but is not likely to pick a fight. 

He appeared to harbor a significant amount of trauma from his time as a military medic during the disaster. No one exactly knows what happened to him. It keeps him up at night. Likely some sort of survivor’s guilt. 

I have found reports of a failed experiment he was a part of in medical school. Something is off with the publicly accessible reports. I’ll be reaching out to my contacts at that medical school to see if I can find out exactly what happened. Apparently, a current Ever scientist was a classmate and was a part of the same project. Dr. Zayne knows more than he lets on. 

We have never encountered each other for more than a few seconds, and I hope it remains that way. A few fleeting brushes during an appointment at Akso does not make a contact. 

While not a personal threat, Zayne could cause lasting damage if not handled with care. 

Case File: Rafayel Qi

Prior Aliases: Mo, renowned opera singer. See below articles from Verona.

Age: 24

Appearance: Wavy, dusky purple hair. Duochrome blue-pink eyes. 6’. Multiple moles scattered across his body. Swimmer’s build. 

Evol: Fire. Summons a blade if pushed to fight

Job: Artist

Jobs, prior: Opera singer (see Verona articles attached below)

General threat level: SSS

Personal threat level: SS

Rafayel has a long kill count. And that’s only what I can find. Back in Verona he is likely the one behind the sea monster murders, and they all appear to have the same thread of being various wealthy elite who either possessed Lemurian artifacts, bought or sold them, or has a hand in the rumored experimentation on Lemurians. The finally kill as Mo, before Mo dropped off the face of the earth, was a man who died from the siren’s lament with a smile on his face. 

Quite on the nose.

Rafayel is without a doubt a Lemurian. His kill list focuses on those who have hurt Lemurians in some way. A serial killer with a cause. He is not afraid to manipulate, bribe, steal, lie, etc. to get his way. But he pays well and on time so who am I to complain?

Rafayel and I met at The Nest. I caught him watching me so I introduced myself and offered him my card. I heard from my contacts that he harassed them into revealing their relationship to me and if I was of worth, and with enough confirmations he gave me a shot. He asked me to provide him a list of names with an attached list of information he wanted filled out. Apparently I passed his little test with flying colors. He’s been a constant patron ever since.

Rafayel in the daytime is a world famous artist. His work is like none other, truly otherworldly. Hauntingly beautiful, each painting a lament for something lost. I have said as much but he never confirms or denies. 

For a man wielding fire, he is very cold. Cruel, dry, and rude. Though not quick to anger. He plays the long game. And he’s perfectly content playing with his food if time isn’t of the essence. 

I have no reason to betray him, so he has no reason to betray me. However, I have no doubt in my mind that if my death or disappearance served him in some way that he would do it without batting an eye.

Rafayel is living with the weight of years of torment for his entire kind. That kind of anger is not to be underestimated. Proceed with caution. 

Case File: Sylus Qin

Alias: Skye. Fruit vendor 

Age: 28

Appearance: White hair, red eyes, 6’2”. Built like a brick house. 

Evol: Energy manipulation 

Job: Weapons dealer. Head of Onychinus 

General threat level: SSS

Personal threat level: SSS

Note: personal threat level SSS due to potential. Sylus will not be an issue if loyalty and honesty are maintained.

Sylus, the otherworldly new head of Onychinus. Bouncing between the N109 zone and the rest of the world isn’t easy, but it has its moments of being useful. Meeting Sylus was one of them. Shortly after taking over Onychinus I was in a meeting with one of his competitors when he came in and ripped the man away via evol. I kept my wits about me and introduced myself when he came in.

The man I had been working for was a rat bastard I couldn’t stand. But at the time I was stuck working for him because he had friends in the Hunter’s association he would gladly turn be over to. Sylus killed him, see attached file for the multitude of reasons. So I simply handed all the information I had for him over to Sylus. It was all outdated, since Sylus’ usurpation changed everything in Onychinus. He said as much, but offered to double whatever the man was paying me to clean house and update Onychinus’s base with information on all of its rival groups. 

I accepted, of course. It was a months long project but I was thoroughly pleased with the end result. Sylus pays very generously. 

He prefers to do his own spywork but he’ll call upon me for specifics. He’s a fiercely loyal man to those who prove themselves, such as his right hands Luke and Kieran. Surprisingly, he has his moral code and sticks to it. I have heard him defending those in the N109 zone to outsiders on several occasions. For such a terrifying man, he has a sweet spot. I caught him in Linkon playing kitty cards with a hunter once. 

He’s a boxer, and fights mostly with his fists and his evol. He really doesn’t need anything else. He appears impervious to all forms of attack. He can feel pain, but nothings killed him. Plenty of people have tried. 

Do not take his kindness for weakness. He has the potential to be a terrifying threat. All the more reason to maintain this alliance.

Case File: Caleb Xia 

Age: 25

Appearance: Brown hair, violet eyes, 6’2”. Strong build, training consistently due to military service. Maintains physique due to current role as colonel. 

Evol: Gravity manipulation 

Job: Farspace Fleet Colonel 

Job, prior: Deepspace Aviation Administration Combat Pilot

General threat level: SSS

Personal threat level: SSS

Do not let this man’s playful demeanor fool you. Do not let his eyes and deep devotion fool you. 

Something is wrong. Something is deeply wrong. Whatever happened after that damn explosion changed him. Beyond having a prosthetic arm (damn you Ever, why not give the man a proper prosthetic that can feel?) his mind didn’t come out the same way on the other side. 

Caleb has called on me on behalf of the fleet before. It was a very tight lipped job. But I completed it and was paid on time. It appears that he has two modes, the familiar young man he was before his ‘death’ and the firm colonel. Ever has a hand in this. Ever has the fleet on their payroll. I don’t know the specifics but I’ll find it.

Last we spoke he held me down to look through my notes with his evol. Physically restrained me so I couldn’t move. Once he realized I had only taken necessary notes of what he wanted me to find he released me and patted me on the head with my damn notebook like we were just friends joking around in high school. Again. That duality. 

Caleb worries me. It’s clear he is not opposed to threatening me. I know I have eyes on me at all times, it’s just part of my job. But gods damn it having the entire fleet watching for me is different. I may relocate to the N109 zone for the foreseeable future, if not permanently, should this continue.

Caleb isn’t himself. Be careful. This won’t end well no matter what you do. 

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 3.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Kieran burst into the room, radiating energy. He spots Lyssa sitting on a love seat but stops when he realizes what book was in her hand

Kieran: "Hey Lala, I got a question."

Lyssa (not looking up from the book): "Hello to you too Ki. Go on."

Kieran: "Why are you reading Luke's journal?"

Lyssa: "blackmail material."

Kieran: "is this because he told boss that you're a cannibal?"

Lyssa: "For the last time, I have a biting kink! That doesn't equate to cannibalism!"

Luke entered the room: "I see no difference."

[some-gurl-idk]

Brother of mine pt.2

(A/N: I apologize if I get some stuff wrong about boarding schools, I've never been to one so idk how they work. If you know how they work please let me know)

Summary: Sylus decides to take Colton out for breakfast as a way of reconnecting with his little brother. Colton, though skeptical, agrees to go out for breakfast. Better late than never, right?

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1 [] Part 2 (You're here)

Colton gets startled awake by the sound of his dorm room phone ringing. Groaning, he props himself up on his elbows just as he roommate, Aaron, answers the phone

"Hello?"...Uhhh" Aaron turns his head to look at Colton "Yes, he's awake....Okay I'll tell him. Have a good day Miss." Aaron places the phone back in the holder and turns to Colton "Soooo you have a visitor"

Aaron has been his roommate ever since he got to this school. Aaron is a black young man with short dreadlocks, and brown eyes, he's Colton's age (17)

He's been at this boarding school for five years now, so when Colton moved in Aaron was the first person to help him around and introduced Colton to his friends, whom became Colton's friends

"Really?" Colton was confused. Who's here to see him? "Did they say who?"

Aaron shakes his head "Maybe it's Luke and Kieran?" Aaron suggested. He's met Luke and Kieran before, considering how often the twins would go through their window rather then the front desk to visit Colton

Colton looks at Aaron like he just said the dumbest thing in the world "You know for a fact those two would go through the window and try to kidnap me first before even thinking about going through the front desk"

Aaron sucks in a breath, thinking for a moment "Yeah I got nothing" he says as he throws his hands up

While Aaron went back to doing what he was doing earlier, Colton had this feeling to check his messages. Mainly Sylus's

He checks his recents, nothing, no missed phone calls from Sylus 'No surprise there' But then he looked at the chat

And saw that Sylus seen the messages Colton sent two weeks ago

Now it could have been a coincidence, he could have just seen the messages and just ignored it, and that wasn't Sylus at the front desk waiting for him

But, what if.....

"Holy fuck. It might be Sylus...." Colton mutters quietly, but Aaron heard him and spun around to face his roommate "Wait Sylus? Did he finally text you?"

"No but he saw my message" Colton says as he gets out of bed and grabs his shirt from the foot of his bed, slowly putting it on

"He probably just saw it yesterday" Aaron tries to explain, but Colton shakes his head "I checked last night, it was still on delivered. I check now–" He turns his phone to show Aaron "It's on seen"

Colton drops his phone on his bed and grabs his slippers, putting them on before walking towards the door

"What if it is Sylus?" Aaron asks "What are you gonna do?"

Colton pauses for a moment, sighs, and answers "Probably gonna give him a piece of my mind"

Yet when Colton got to the front desk, all he could do was stare silently at the man he felt has neglected him

Sylus

He was actually here, after how many months? Five months? Six? Only the gods know

Sylus notices Colton out of his peripheral vision, and turns to face him, immediately noticing that Colton's silver hair was longer than last time

His once short hair had grown and was cut into a mullet. Sylus wasn't sure why but seeing this his chest tighten

How long had it been since his last visit? Or had he even growing his hair out?

Sylus shakes off the feeling and smiled at his brother "Morning Colton"

"....Morning" Colton said with a curt nod. He didn't know what else he should say 'Why is he here?'

Sylus seemed to have heard his silent question, as he answers "I know it's been awhile but I was thinking about going out for breakfast"

Sylus doesn't normally go out for breakfast, in fact he was supposed to be in bed right now

"Uh..."

"There's a Cafe I go to in Linkon, they just started selling breakfast foods and I thought to try them out with you"

Colton has two options. Either lie and say he has work today and decline his brother's invite, or accept it and see how this day would go

.

.

.

Fuck it, knowing Sylus it was best to just accept his invite now. Colton knew how relentless his brother can get when he wanted something

"Yeah, sure" Colton accepted "I just need to get ready first" the younger one said as he gestured to the door

"Of course, take your time. I'll sign you out and wait by the car" Sylus says as Colton left to go back to his dorm room. Once he was out of the front office, he stood there for a moment, silently regretting his choice

"Well, better late than never....I...I guess"

He sighs and reaches for his phone— which was not in his pocket

"Fuck..." Colton slumped, he left it on his bed

Oh well

Colton began walking to him dorm room, a small part of him prying that whatever god is up there does him a solid and strikes him down at that moment

Sylus sighs in relief 'That went better than expected' He walks to the front desk to sign Colton out

"Been awhile since you've visited" The front desk lady says, handing him the sign out sheet. He's seen her many times before but he could never remember her name

'Actually, does anyone know her name? Does she even have one?'

"Yes" Sylus nods "Things have been a little hectic at the company as of late" He didn't completely lie, he has been busy with Onychinus recently, but today he's letting Luke and Kieran handle matters

'My baby brother is my priority right now'

He places the papers down after signing them, the front desk lady takes the clipboard "Alright, you're good to go, Mr. Qin"

"Thank you Miss–" Sylus pauses "...Forgive me, but I can't remember your name"

She giggled "Oh don't worry dear, you're not the first, and you certainly won't be the last. Just call me Miss J"

Sylus gave a small smile "Well, thank you Miss J"

"Of course dear"

Colton walks into his room to find Aaron, Winnie and two more of his friends, Rose and Aiden

"Was it really him?" Rose asks in her usual monoutone voice, but he knew she was curious. She was sitting cress-cross on Colton's bed. She must have ballet practice today, as she was wearing her black leotard, and her grey sweat pants, her long jet black hair was in a tight bun

"Yup, it was Sylus" Colton nodded "And he's taking me out for breakfast" Colton made his way to his closest and started looking through it, trying to find something to wear

"Wait wait, seriously?" Aiden asked, dumbfounded "He just asked you for breakfast after six months of silence? No apologies or anything?"

Aiden was still in his green pj's, probably had just woken up not to long ago

Aaron introduced Rose and Aiden when Colton first got to the school, trying to help the silver hair boy and get him to feel comfortable at the (at the time) new school

Rose is an 18 year old young woman who had been at the school for eight years, she was a goth with jet black hair, grayish purple eyes, and fair skin. She was like a sister to Colton, despite her being rather monoutone and seemingly unapproachable, she was always there for Colton and the others

Aiden is a 17 year old young man that has been at the school for four years, he had shaggy brown hair, green eyes, and light tan skin. He has an alternative style and was always wearing green, his pajamas being no exception. He was very quiet at first but he started to open up around Colton. Aiden remained Colton of both Luke and Kieran

He sometimes swears they're all related

"Yeah basically, but knowing him, he'll explain in detail why he's been absent" Colton pauses "Or come up with an excuse. One of the two" He shrugs

Winifred was silent, which was a bit unnatural for her, especially during something like this "You okay Winnie?"

Winifred is a 17 year old with short chest nut brown hair, light green eyes, and fair skin who was basically married to the color pink. She came to the school the same time as Rose. She is cheerful, warm, and caring person, she's the mom friend in their small group, always there for everyone when they needed someone to listen and be a shoulder to cry on, them doing the same for her in return

The pink girl nods, crossing her arms "Just thinking. Only just last night, almost six hours ago, you opened up to me about Sylus being absent. And now he's here, taking you out for breakfast, like nothing happened? Seems a little too coincidental don't you think?"

She had a point, this was too much of a coincidence. Just then Colton remembers the caw and flapping of wings he heard night, he mentally curses to himself

'I knew it was fucking Mephisto. I swear I'm gonna sell that crow for parts one day. Sylus's feelings be dammed'

Once Colton finds an outfit he likes, he grabs his things so he can shower and do his morning routine

"I'm gonna go get ready now" The silver haired boy gestures to the bathroom. Rose gets up as well "I need to get going too, my Sister should be here now"

The group exchanges their goodbyes with Rose, before the gothic ballerina leaves the room and Colton enters the bathroom

After Rose signed herself out, she walks out of the building and makes her way to the parking lot, looking for her older sister's car

As she walks into the parking lot, she sees Sylus leaning against his car a few feet ahead of her. He was already looking at her

She couldn't stop herself from looking in his direction and waving at himbas she passed him

'Please don't say anything to me I don't feel like talking to you–'

"Good morning Rose. Where are you off to?" Sylus waves, giving her a friendly smile

'Damn it'

"I'm heading to my ballet practice" She says in a monoutone voice "My Sister should be parked here somewhere"

Sylus gives a hum of acknowledgement, before asking "How has Colton been?"

'You couldn't ask him that yourself?' Rose felt her eye twitch

"He's been good" She replies curtly, not elaborating further

Before Sylus could get another word out, a car started honking

"Well that's my Sister" Rose says, already walking away "Good day Sylus"

Sylus sighs as he watched Rose walk away 'Seems I've fallen out of favor with his friends'

A minute later Sylus hears footsteps approaching him, he turns to see Colton walking towards him. He smiles at his brother, who gived an awkward smile back

"Ready to go?" Sylus asks, standing upright and walking towards the driver's side. Colton nods "Yup"

Sylus feels his chest tighten for the second time that day, Colton looks nervous, almost uncomfortable by all this. He only hopes his little brother gets more comfortable around him as the day goes on

I hope you guys enjoyed part 2 to my Big Brother Sylus Au! I'm happy this series is being well received so far. I can't wait to make more!

Taglist: @for-hearthand-home

Also I now have a taglist! Let me know if you guys would like to be tagged in this series as well! Either comment or send me an ask, thank you!

[rosietrace]

Just some pics I took in Glint photobooth with LADs au Vic and her long lost mermaid brother Rafayel <33

[ansbobcar]

This Moment [Short ahh tester to my LADS x MC! OC fic]

Ended up writing a bit of Chapter 1 (it's not complete tho but I ended it at a nice spot at the start of main story) I just wanted to share it early cuz I like doing that and shooting myself in the foot and because I think I introduce Mills/Jia Tianxi pretty well! XYZ and LS mentioned btw

If you want the whole profile click here

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She remembers it well. The way the motor buzzed continuously, spinning the blades to propel air into the rather hot room at the office of her new school. She remembered how it would only relieve her briefly with its cooling wind when it hit the back of her neck before turning further and repeating its motions again. And if she sat properly in the sturdy chair, her feet wouldn’t even graze the floor, no matter how much she swung them. Outside of the desktop computer which looked newly bought, the rest of the office felt slightly musty, likely from the heat and subsequent rain they received, as the staff member typed up their information into their database before scurrying off to print it in the next room over.

Grandma held onto her hands which fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. “Don’t be nervous, dear. It will be alright.” She only nodded, unsure of how to word her worries. They were already doing school unlike her. Was there a way to word that to Grandma?

The staff finally returned with the papers in hand, and with a quick scan, her face shifted. Instead of just calm, her breath, even her eyes held back a bitterness as she sat down and passed the papers across the table. “Miss Zhang, due to her low scores on the placement test, she will be placed in the year below her expected placement.”

She gripped tighter onto the fabric of her skirt. Low scores? Isn’t that a bad thing?

“Will she be able to go back on track?”

“Depending on her progress later on, we can consider implementing her back with her batchmates,” the staff member replied. “However, as it is now, this is for the best of your child’s development. After all, it hasn’t been a year since the incident she was in,” quickly glossing through the notes. “And with the limited information you’ve given us, I would say she’s not in the worst predicament. We’ve only pushed her back by a year and that’s also because it’s already the end of the school year.”

With the heat, this only reminded her of their birthdays coming up, remembering the marked calendar near their fridge in the kitchen.

She receives another quick squeeze from Grandma who thanks the lady and agrees for some more paperwork stuff to get her enrolled before they exit the office together.

“Grandma,” her voice cracked, her face flushed with hot tears. “Does this mean I’m being left behind? Am I too slow?” She didn’t want to be left behind again, her heart twisted at the thought.

The older woman crouched down slowly before her and held onto her small frame firmly. “Grandma, Xia Yizhou---even Li Shen from next door are here for you.” Trying her best to reassure the girl.

“But… Xia Yizhou and Li Shen are older than me, aren’t they already going to be going out of the school in a year or two, already?” She wouldn’t have anyone then. She couldn’t even find her way back home still after a year, looking down to the ground. She felt useless. She felt stupid. She felt…

“My dear is a strong girl isn’t she?” Grandma’s voice cut through her thoughts as her thumb wiped away her tears. “She was strong enough to survive the Chronorift Catastrophe, and she was strong enough to go to the hospital for a check up.” She simply nodded her head. “You’ve gone through many difficulties. But life doesn’t stop. All we can do is be strong and continue forward as life does.” Looking through her eyes, there was an irreplaceable warmth and reassurance it held. “Can you promise Granny that?”

Jia Tianxi took those words to heart.

After multiple obstacles, she was finally here. She adjusted the collar of her brand new uniform for the nth time in the mirror of her bedroom. She had one earbud in, listening to the radio as she took out a store bought sandwich and poured a class of water for herself for the morning. She took her vitamin supplements like clockwork before grabbing her keys and going out from her place. The walk to the station took about ten minutes.

The sun hasn’t fully entered the sky yet, checking the time on her phone before her heart jumped at a notification. It was a voice message from Xia Yizhou after a whole week! A whole week! The longest in recent memory! She quickly swiped it open as she waited for the traffic light to turn green for pedestrians.

“Morning~ I just read your texts just now. Congrats, Xixi on getting accepted into the Hunter’s Association! I’ll keep my end of the bet when we see each other again. All the best!”

Her brows furrowed comically as she clicked the microphone button to reply. “Xia Yizhou, you better remember the Braised Chicken Wings and White Fungus Soup! I didn’t forget!” She might not see it but once she reached the train, everyone around her saw the bright smile plastered on her face as she continued to listen to the radio again.

"Hello, Linkon City. DPSC FM here to greet you on this early morning. Did you sleep well last night? Weather's nice today with winds at 5 km/hr. Certain areas have a higher Metaflux index due to the Deepspace Tunnel.”

Right, she’s been in Linkon for her whole life. The one that she remembers, watching as the windows showed the bustling city in all its glory instead of staying underground. More people began to enter the train at the next stop.

Her heart thumped in anticipation as she saw the familiar building once more. The one she would enter.

“We now have a message for all the new hunters who recently passed their exams. Now that your journey is about to begin, we want to express our deepest gratitude and wish you all the best...as you face the challenges ahead!”

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A/N:

Yes Millie's CN name is taken from Li Tianxi from Link Click S2. I like her.

[voidedgalaxies]

Jude aka Zayne and Sylus' favorite headache <3

[someonesbride]

hello, heellooo! i'm making this post as an introduction for my lads mc, he-he.

caleb is mentioned a few little times!

there's a surprise question at the end (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Nathalia Agcaoili

' Nathalia ' originates from the Latin word "natalis," meaning "birth" or "born".

' Agcaoili ' the last name— primarily Filipino, comes from the Ilocano verb "kawili," meaning "to return" or "to hold on".

( pls feel free to ask questions about her in my ask box, replies, or dms! ‹3)

growing up with Nathalia must've been interesting.

ever since she was young, she has always been stubborn and a bit of a hot-headed.

like do you have any idea how many times she's tried to deny Caleb's help when she tripped and hurt her knee? (it was futile btw he always ended up carrying a grumbling Nathalia home) or how about the amounts of times she's nearly punched that one kid in class for being an ass towards her and her friends? yeaaaaah. she doesn't like meanies, so she won't tolerate with meanies.

even so, no one can deny her enthusiasm and kindness. she was always that one girl with a smile on her face, the one who always tries and cheer another up with her silliness, or the one running around and trying to gather other kids to play with her and Caleb. she can be a natural born leader.

however . .

the lights seems to dim a little when she grew to her teens— it's not like she wasn't happy, she had a loving grandma and a best friend to always lean on when she needed it. Nathalia just grew up, it seems. physically, and mentally.

no problem, as long as she's alright. she still hung around Caleb (not like she had a choice there /j) and they were still close.

Nathalia's stubbornness shifted to determination, her enthusiasm now reserved for people she's close to, and her hot-headedness?

oh, no, that hasn't changed. well, at least she expresses it very differently now. instead of being very expressive about it, it became more subtle and she grows quiet, always staring at the person she's frustrated at— she's just waiting for an opportunity to rant about this to her friends later. definitely competitive.

as stated, with her friends, she can be enthusiastic than normal, but with others..she can be quiet and calm, nearly an eery contrast of the two.

whenever she's with someone she doesn't like as they happen to approach her? they'll talk to one another for a bit (bregrudingly so for her), but Nathalia will quickly make an excuse to get outta there if the chance shows itself.

she began to get more creative. long gone those childish, stickmen drawing or sun in the corners she used to do, she's actually learning art and buying proper tools for it!

it grew to the point of learning how to write, listen to music almost everyday, and even singing.

however she was more on the follower, or the leader-if-needed™ now though. it's pretty clear to her more loved ones that she's grown insecure of her socializing, but is still willing to help out if needed.

at her adulthood (college & after graduation/becoming a hunter basically)— she remained somewhat the same, but her determination is now mixed with stubbornness in a way. she's getting a more and more confident, allowing herself to be more open again, starting to crack jokes.

she's grown more confrontational, and is willing to become the leader if asked.

although, she's unlocked a certain personality trait during battle or training, uh..

she can be quite loud, and aggressive. at least at first during the battle/training, she's quiet and deadly, but when she's hurt..it's like seeing a different person.

she rarely has time for her hobbies, which is sad, but if that's how life is..then, you know, what else can she do?

THE SURPRISE QUESTION

[myearts-uwu]

Sylus would be an amazing weighted blanket let's be real.

Mephisto is clearly not amused with being the third wheel 24/7 atp

[lavlynyan]

I think I have a crush on her 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

[khioneee]

zayne hates the way you look in a hospital bed.

the sheets are too white, the room too sterile, and the iv in your arm makes his stomach twist in ways he won’t admit. you look smaller like this.

too still, too quiet. it doesn’t suit you.

‘you should get some rest,’ he says, his voice even, professional. detached, like a doctor should be. but you know better. you always have.

‘you’re here again,’ you murmur, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes.

he doesn’t answer. instead, he adjusts the blanket over your shoulders, making sure it covers you properly. it’s a useless gesture because the room is warm, and you’re not shivering.

but he does it anyway.

a ghost of a smile tugs at your lips. ‘you should be more careful, doctor,’ you tease, voice quiet but laced with something familiar, something warm. ‘the others might think i’m your favorite patient.’

he should roll his eyes. scoff. say something sarcastic like he always does. but this time, he doesn’t. instead, he just shakes his head, something unreadable passing through his gaze before he looks away.

for a second, you swear he almost says something. but then he pulls back, his hand leaving your blanket, his presence retreating ever so slightly.

you let it go.

it’s late when he comes back. the overhead lights are dimmed, the quiet hum of machines the only thing filling the room. you’re half-asleep when you hear the soft click of the door, but even in the haze of exhaustion, you know it’s him. you always do.

‘you should go home, zayne,’ you mumble, voice thick with sleep. ‘get some rest.’

‘i was.’ his voice is quiet, careful. ‘didn’t feel right.’

‘you care for me too much.’

‘nonsense,’ he said instead. ‘there’s only way too much or none at all.’

you force your eyes open, blinking up at him. he’s standing at the foot of your bed, hands in his pockets, his coat slightly wrinkled like he’s been running on autopilot all day.

‘zayne—’

‘you said something earlier,’ he interrupts, and there’s something in his tone—hesitation, maybe. or something heavier. ‘about being my favorite patient.’

you let out a tired huff of laughter. ‘what, did it offend you? i can take it back.’

he exhales sharply through his nose, not quite a laugh, but not quite nothing. then, after a beat, he moves closer, just enough for his voice to drop into something barely above a whisper.

‘you’re my most important patient.’

the words settle between you, sinking into the space where exhaustion lingers, where unspoken things have always gone unsaid.

you study him, taking in the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you.

‘yeah?’ you murmur, softer this time.

his gaze flickers to yours, steady and certain. ‘yeah.’

you don’t say anything after that. but you don’t need to.

instead, your eyes drift to the chair beside your bed. ‘you’re staying, aren’t you?’

he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. with a quiet sigh, he lowers himself into the chair, shifting slightly to get comfortable. not that he ever will. the chair is stiff, unforgiving, and he’s been running on too little sleep for too many days.

but he doesn’t complain. he never does.

you watch him for a moment longer, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes linger on you even as he leans back.

‘go to sleep,’ he murmurs, closing his eyes. ‘doctor’s orders.’

you want to argue, to tell him he should be the one sleeping somewhere comfortable, but the weight of exhaustion is already pulling you under. the last thing you see before you drift off is zayne, slouched in that uncomfortable chair, his breathing steady, his presence unwavering.

and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel alone.

because you never knew it. never realized it.

but zayne became a doctor for you.

when you were little and scraped your knee, he was the one who pressed plasters to your skin, his hands careful, his touch gentle. when you sniffled from the sting, he’d ruffle your hair and say, ‘there. all better.’

when you climbed trees too high and got stuck, it was zayne who came running, scolding you under his breath as he helped you back down. and when you fell, because you always fell, he was the one who knelt beside you, wiping the dirt from your palms before you even had the chance to cry.

when you got sick, he was the one who snuck into your house with soup he swore wasn’t that bad, sitting by your bed even when you told him to go home. he would press the back of his hand against your forehead like he had seen adults do, frowning like he could will the fever away just by staying close.

when you started training to be a hunter, he was the one who patched you up after every battle, every wound, every brush with death.

he never once told you to quit, but every time he stitched a cut or wrapped a bandage around your wrist, his hands would linger, as if memorizing every scar.

and now, when the world threatens to break you, he’s still here.

still taking care of you. still choosing to stay.

you wake up hours later, the room still cloaked in soft, early-morning silence. the first thing you notice is the warmth around your wrist.

zayne.

he’s asleep in the chair, his head tilted slightly, dark circles visible beneath his eyes. his hand is wrapped around your wrist, fingers loose but still holding on, like he fell asleep taking your pulse.

like he needed proof that you were still here.

still breathing.

you shift slightly, just enough to tighten your fingers around his. he stirs for only a second but doesn’t let go.

and neither do you.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 4.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Sylus

Lyssa: "it's only fair that I returned the favor. He stole my entire set of brand new crochet hooks."

[gattapotatta]

Nobody:

Sylus randomly once in a while: