#love and deepspace hunters exam

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Hunter's Association: Recruitment Process

Details:

Throughout the game, we are given various pieces of information regarding the Hunter's Association's enlistment/recruitment process. From what has been mentioned in-game, the recruitment process follows the below progression. Each stage will be expanded upon in this post:

Candidate Stage

Exams

Selection Process

New Recruit Registration Center

Annual Badge Ceremony

First Mission

Sector Assignment

Training

Recruitment Stages:

Candidate stage:

All new recruits enter the process as candidates. Evidence of this can be seen during the badge ceremony. Prior to her officially becoming a hunter, the protaganist is called to the stage as "candidate 792350". On the podium display, her candidate number is shown in the upper left (see Annual Badge Ceremony).

Exams:

There are multiple hunter's exams that a Deepspace Hunter must pass. The protaganist mentions having had one exam after another, resulting in her pulling all-nighters. Here are the specific exams mentioned in-game:

First-Aid Exam

Hunter's Exam

Hunter's Association Licensure Exam (aka Hunter's License Exam)

Hunter's Qualification Exam

Theoretical Exam

"UNICORNS theory test for new hunters"

Selection Process:

Upon passing their exams, recruits then proceed to the selection process. During or after this stage, the rookie list is released to the public. It is at this point that team captains can pick rookies for their teams.

Deepspace Hunter Authentication:

At the beginning of the Main Story, the protaganist is shown entering an elevator (left). Once inside, authentication is conducted (top right) and her identity is verified (bottom right).

New Recruit Registration Center:

After the authentication checks are complete, the elevator takes her to the New Recruit Registration Center. What specifically occurs at this center is not mentioned in-game.

Annual Badge Ceremony:

The badge ceremony is an annual event where badges are handed out to new Deepspace Hunters. Since the rookies shown in the room are all wearing the black and purple hunter uniform, they must have been given to them prior to this stage. Interestingly, the protagonist is the only candidate wearing a basic hunter uniform.

The ceremony is held at Linkon City, Hunter's Association HQ (top). Once you are called to the podium, your personal information is verified and facial data is collected. Once complete, your candidate number, name, DOB, Evol, Evol level, and assigned sector are displayed (left).

You are then officially a Deepspace Hunter and are given your badge (right), Hunter's Watch, and Hunter's Firearm.

First Mission:

On the protaganist's first mission, Captain Jenna is her UNICORNS captain. At this stage, she is a member of the UNICORNS team, but has yet to be assigned to a specific sector.

After their first mission, their performance is recorded and used to assign them to the appropriate sector. The sector assignments are released via the Hunter's Watches, which they must report to at 8 AM the following morning.

Training:

Hunter Bootcamp:

Hunter Bootcamp is a stage available shortly after a new Deepspace Hunter enters the industry. In this boot camp, hunters are trained in basic combat techniques. These include Hunter Training, Dodge Training, Skill Training, Advanced Training, Shield Breaking Training, and Lock-On Training.

Weapons Boot Camp:

Weapons Boot Camp becomes available after Hunter Boot Camp is passed. In this stage, new hunters receive training on various weapons including Firearm Training, Sword Training, Claymore Training, and Wand Training.

Freestyle Training:

After Weapons Boot Camp is completed, new hunters then progress to freestyle training. This stage includes Attack Training and Shield Breaking Training. The final component of this training is a non-stop combat training ground.

Deepspace Trials:

Deepspace Trials are a holographic training simulation developed by the Hunter's Association and the World Evol Bureau of Technology. It is now available for every Deepspace Hunter. The advanced tech will simulate Wanderer of different types, levels, and the appropriate combat environment to help hunters grow. They provide a training ground tailored to the challenger's Evol. Open Orbit serves as a comprehensive training ground that all hunters can access. On the other hand, Directional Orbits are specifically designed to simulate Wanderers and battlefields based on certain Evols.

Hunter's Academy:

In Sylus' Myth story "Captivating Moment", the protaganist mentions the Hunter's Academy. When Sylus asks if she knows how to box, she says she learned the basics at the Hunter's Academy.

In Rafayel's Tender Moments story "Radiant Halo", the protaganist mentions running with heavy sandbags during training. Since the Academy is the only other training mentioned in-game, it is possible that she was also referring to this here.

[always-just-red]

hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:’) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.

but then it’s starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.

maybe one day she’s doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :’)

feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.

Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! 🥰

Technical Difficulties

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.

Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!

Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first… That you should first… What?

Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, wait— are you supposed to try to contact support, first?

You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. It’s too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy halo— stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. They’re supposed to be helpful, but they’re not; they’re drowning you.

Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:

Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx

Shit. You’d completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. You’ve got time to look over it; the exam isn’t for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.

Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests you’d applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadn’t sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:

Thanks for saying you’d look over this for me! You’re the best at this stuff!

Ok, so: Tara’s practice question. Nero’s report. Your own practice questions. Then… dinner? Maybe that should come first. You’d skipped lunch— had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you don’t wanna cook; cooking takes time, and you’ve got none. None.

Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?

“Hi,” you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, you’re opening up Tara’s attachment.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Always straight to the point. “Uh… yeah?” you frown as you read through your friend’s work. “Why? What d’you need?”

Sylus sighs through the phone. “That was a test, sweetie. You failed.”

“Yeah, well…” you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. “Add it to the list.”

The man doesn’t find that funny. The phone is quiet— too quiet. “Are you alright?” he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.

“Mmhmm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sylus.”

You stare down at your phone. He’s waiting for more, but you won’t give it to him. You’re one word away from slipping, and you can’t let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. He’s smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would ‘ruin’ his image when you took it last week.  

“I need to go, ok?” Your eyes are shining.

“Ok,” he says softly.

There’s a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??

You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.

…

You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your window’s turned dark— your laptop, too— and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. There’s more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.

You hadn’t left any lights on in your flat. You hadn’t switched on your lamp, either.

Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. There’s something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. No— two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.

Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.

Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.

At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. “You flatter me, kitten,” he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.

You lower your gun, your heart still racing. “I could have killed you, Sylus!”

“That’s the spirit.” His hands drop, too.

“How did you even get in here?”

He’s turned back to the stove, and he’s using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. “Hmm…” he muses, then blink— he’s gone. He’s at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. “I wonder,” he finishes as he reaches around for something.

Show off. “You know how I feel about you telepor…” No. “Phas…” No. “Magic…king…?” By now he’s watching you over his shoulder. “You know— that thing you do.” You’re twinkling your fingers. “What do you even call that?”

“Magicking, yeah.”

You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where he’s cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. You’re still coming to terms with the fact he’s even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because he’s wearing your apron. It’s too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.

“You know how I feel about you magicking into my home,” you mutter distractedly, because actually? He’s kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. “Use the door like a regular person, you psychopath.”  

“Where’s the fun in that?” He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think he’s toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesn’t, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. “Mephisto saw you were sleeping. I didn’t wish to disturb you. You sounded… tired. On the phone.”

Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. “Is that why you’re here? Playing housewife?” You pick at a frill on the apron.

“Poke fun all you want,” he sneers. “This shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.”

“Snob.”

“Ha.” You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. “Watch yourself, sweetie. I’ll remember that the next time you ask to ‘borrow’ my card.”

You laugh gently. Now that’s a threat. You’re about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and you’re back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. He’s been texting you, too.

Nero’s yelling at me

Wants to talk to U

Can U pick up? Pls?

It’s one report, for gods’ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but it’s probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; you’ll just send it as it is. “I’ll just be a minute, Sy,” you call out. “Need to finish one thing.”

He mumbles something in response, and you imagine it’s for the best you can’t hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be… here. You attach it. Hit send.

Nothing happens.

Huh. You hit send again. Then again— still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. “Oh, come on,” you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.

With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.

“No, no, no, no,” you plead quietly, but it doesn’t cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. “What?” you hiss.

“Whoa. Hi…?” Xavier’s voice is cautious. “I don’t know if you saw my texts, but Nero—”

“The report, Xavier! I know! I know!” You try holding down your laptop’s power button. “I’m trying to send it, but my shitty computer won’t—”

“No way!” Tara’s voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? “Hey you! Did you get a chance to—”

“No, ok?!” you practically cry out. “No! Can you two just back off? Please!”

“Oh, sorry, I…” Tara sounds upset, then distracted. “Wait, Xavier wants to speak to you.”

“Are you ok?” he asks after a second.

Ok? You just want everything to stop. “I’m fine. Shit, tell Tara I’m sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just… I just need my laptop to…”

Work. Work! Nothing’s working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you can’t stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.

You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look there’s something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You can’t. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.

Xavier is speaking— saying something over the phone— but you can’t hear him.

The light changes, and there’s a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. “They’ll call you back,” the shadow says. Sylus.

“Wait, who is this?” Xavier.

“That’s Skye!” Tara.

Your friends’ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Come on, sweetie,” he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.

You understand what he’s asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where he’s been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.

With your face buried in his shoulder, you can’t tell where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you can’t with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.

Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. He’s away from you for a moment— moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stove— but then he’s back, standing between your legs, standing close. You’re looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.

He shushes you without a hint of impatience. “Look at me,” he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleeves— drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You do— you tell him everything. The hunter’s exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols you’ve been signing up for. The work you’ve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.

Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when you’re done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. “Oh, sweetie.” A tendril is tucked behind your ear. “You should have said something.”

“I know.” Your gaze is still shy of his. “But how can I? I need to do this— be this— for everyone.”

His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. “You’re just one person,” he says. “You— just you— and that’s all you need to be. You’re stubborn, and strong, but you’re not invincible. Even Linkon’s shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” you snivel, setting him up for a quip.  

Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. “Even me.”

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves.

Then there’s the way he’s looking at you.

It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. “You do a lot for your friends,” he continues with confidence, but he’s rubbing his neck, “and they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. It’s only fair.”

“You’re right.”

“…Good.”

Perhaps it’s the fact you’ve vaguely composed yourself— or the way you’re watching him like you’re seeing something new— but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.

“You’re too soft, kitten,” he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until you’re glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. “How many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.”

There’s quiet for all of a second. He can’t help correcting: “Well, except me, of course.” The apron’s crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. “Any time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.”

Your mouth curls, but you haven’t quite got it in you to laugh— not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal he’s cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody he’s attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.

You chuckle to yourself.

And you can’t see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.

[oracleofstars]

✦ 3VOLS ( THE HUGE MASTERLIST ) : ISSUE 2, SNOWFLAKE!

The spotlight has turned to @alistairea of this month

IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?

This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character) Below the interview is a masterlist specifically made for the character!

YOU MIGHT BE THE NEXT CREATOR FEATURED IN 3VOLS!

Its pretty easy to join! There is a higher chance of being featured if you are a member of the network, but we plan on inviting other creators who aren't members as well. Our hunter's exam will be held on July 5 to July 15, a taglist will be made soon. Be on the lookout, future hunters!

MEET THE NEWEST NURSING STUDENT!

Arianna is a creative multifandom creator who makes content for Love & Deepspace, Genshin Impact & Star Rail! We have asked her five questions to introduce her content to all of us.

tell us about yourself!

ari : hello ^^ my name is arianna, I write love and deep space characters but I don't mind writing a character from another fandom and my content is about LANDPS boys - even the story characters

who is your favorite to write about in landps?

ari : zayne is my favorite character to write for. my smau of him is still ongoing ( SNOWFLAKE! )

what is your personal headcannon of your favorite l&dps character?

ari : my personal headcannon of zayne ( and may be canon ) is that he still continues trying to find mc in every life even though he is cursed.

what is your favorite sfw work that you have posted?

ari : right now the zayne smau is the only one ive written, but i hope to write more for the others as well!

how is your time in oracle of stars?

ari : its really good, i like it here. i hope everyone joins this network.

RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK

welcome to the zayne masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to the creators that work hard in this community by reblogging their work with a cute little tag! <3 there may be repeating works from the last issue

snowflake! smau masterlist - @ alistairea

zayne caring for you - @ alistairea

l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace

l&ds boys + choosing mc over you - @ lovexdeepspace

zayne gets a cat to love him - @ kakaventurine

taking their surname - @ beneathashadytree

jealous of… plushies? - @ beneathashadytree

“is he your boyfriend?” - @ beneathashadytree

hospital trip - @ chaos-in-deepspace

naming a puppy after him - @ strwberri-milk

turning into an evol kitten - @ strwberri-milk

when you (playfully) reject their kiss - @ chastiefoul

sleepy day - @ chastiefoul

saying i love you - @ chastiefoul

his not-so-secret love affair - @ kykyonthemoon

how to romance the lovely miss hunter - @ kykyonthemoon

the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly - @ kykyonthemoon

distractions - @ odoraful

an aesthetic eye - @ odoraful

ladps men's reactions when they hear a little kid say he'll marry you when he grows up - @ manikas-whims

ladps men react to you taking in a kitten - @ manikas-whims

remnants of the heart - @ tulipdf

WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?

its almost application season! our taglist will open soon. come join us in the discord & the network. the second issue is finally done, show some support to the creators by REBLOGGING their works with little comments-it encourages them a lot, trust me! thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!

[exactlycleverpirate]

Love and Deepspace Prologue

The text from the intro in Chapter 1 of Love and Deepspace.

“DAY 1326 ATTENTION:

TARGET ANCHOR LOST.

NO RESPONSE FROM BASE.

Traceback II is about to pass the event

horizon and enter the black hole.”

“We are stuck in this loop…

This never-ending journey…”

“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.

Expect Wanderers to appear

more often.

We would like to thank the hunters 

in the city for allowing us to live a 

normal, peaceful life.

Next, a detailed report for each 

district.

Areas that are at “high risk” of being 

attacked by Wanderers-

All medical personnel,

please get ready.

Today is going to be another busy day.

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!

And…that’s all for today.

But before we go,

please enjoy this gift we received from 

Deepspace 14 years ago:

Love and Deepspace.

These electromagnetic signals have 

traversed time and space.

One day, we will be able to evolve from 

our current limitations,

transcend the boundaries of life…

and reach the stars.

At a certain moment in the future…

we can pass through 

the Deepspace Tunnel…

And discover the future awaiting us.”

[lndslorepuzzler]

Under Deepspace 01: To Begin Pt.0

Part 00: Singularity Echo

Day 1326: Target anchor lost, no response from base. Traceback 2 is about to pass the event horizon and enter the black hole.

(We are stuck in this loop**... This never-ending journey...)

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 5km/hour. Certain areas have a higher Metaflux Index due to the Deepspace Tunnel.

Expect Wanderers to appear more often. We would like to thank the hunters in the city for allowing us to live a normal, peaceful life.

Areas that are 'high risk' of being attacked by Wanderers--all medical personnel, please get ready. Today is going to be another busy day.

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!

And... That's all for today.

But before we go, please enjoy this gift we received from Deepspace 14 years ago: Love and Deepspace. These electromagnetic signals have traversed time and space. A miracle of the ages. One day we will be able to evolve from our current limitations, transcend the boundaries of life, and reach the stars. At a certain moment in the future, we can pass through the Deepspace Tunnel, and discover the future awaiting us.

.

.

**'loop' is the only word that remains readable after this section flashes out.

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

DPSC FM

Type: Radio broadcast

A Linkon City morning radio broadcast. This is the voice/broadcast heard in the very first chapter of the story. The full transcript of the broadcast is included below.

Details:

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. Expect Wanderers to appear more often. We would like to thank the hunters in the city for allowing us to live a normal, peaceful life.

Next, a detailed report for each district. Areas that are at "high risk" of being attacked by Wanderers-

All medical personnel, please get ready. Today is going to be another busy day.

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!

And... that's that's for today. But before we go, please enjoy this gift we received from Deepspace 14 years ago: Love and Deepspace.

These electromagnetic signals have traversed time and space. A miracle of the ages. One day, we will be able to evolve from our current limitations, transcend the boundaries of life, and reach the stars. At a certain moment in the future, we can pass through the Deepspace Tunnel and discover the future awaiting us.

[oracleofstars]

Welcome to the hunter’s exam.

TWO DAYS REMAIN.

⟣ . Click on this to apply, if you havent already. The oracle of stars network allows all types of love&deepspace members to join.

You may apply anytime you want until APRIL 15, but remember to reblog our debut post first & read our guidelines.

That being said, our link is now open, thank you!

Form link (this will redirect you to a google form)

APPLICATIONS WILL BE OPEN FROM APRIL 5 TO APRIL 15

[oracleofstars]

— ⟣ : “ You’re not usually up this late. “

WHAT IS ORACLE OF STARS?

⟣ . calm your mind and ease your soul. we are a love & deepspace network focused on supporting creators who make content related to the game.

our network is not only limited to fanfiction writers, but also to artists and gfx creators.

LINKON CITY IS IN NEED OF HUNTERS. WHY SHOULD YOU JOIN?

⟣ . by becoming a member of our network, you get love from our own community. along with more notes and attention to your posts.

you’ll be able to interact with people who have the same interest & possibly same hobbies. this is a great chance to build new friendships!

⟣ . we provide fun activities for everyone to participate in. this may range from members-only events to an event where everyone can participate in.

⟣ . get an opportunity to be a spotlight creator for 3VOLS

⟣ . celebrate your pulls and complain about the pity system (& how fast banners fly by)

⟣ . get to be part of an awesome, drama-free and safe community for everyone

⟣ . we have a very lovely owner (real not fake) who loves to chat with everyone.

IM SOLD. HOW DO I START?

⟣ . you can start by reblogging this post! this is our debut post, and it would help us gain more attention from other accounts who may be interested

⟣ . read the hunter's code in our pinned post, you will be asked questions about it in the exam.

⟣ . then, click on the google form before and start filling it out!

have we convinced you? you can start applying now!

applications open at the 5th of every month, and will end at the 10th.