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[poetticoo]

Innocent Birdcage | Sylus New 5-star Trailer

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I AM COMPLETELY SHOCKED FLABBERGASTED PERPLEXED STUPEFIED IM COMPLETELY LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND?!???!?????

[coolhubarts]

Love and Deepspace | Nightly Rendezvous

LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME🥵

[xinyuehui]

△ THEY ARE THE OPTIMAL WEAPON FOR DESTROYING ONE ANOTHER. * THIS EXPERIMENT IS NEVER TO BE RESTARTED

[fraternum-momentum]

MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[lamb-teaa]

` Choose Us, Choose Me

` pairing: colonel!Caleb x mechanic!reader

` tags: canon divergence!! strictly doesn't follow canon timeline!! but might seem similar?? idk tbh. anyway ANGST. full hurt no comfort. vague plot. vague relationship. vague mentions of betrayal and double agents. vvvery short scenario.

` teaa's note: having to wait for 22 Jan for Caleb's full lore to drop, imma indulge in my personal headcanon for this ficlet instead - a special (&painful) treat for all the Caleb girlies (and me ehe!) (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Your silence is the cruelest punishment he had ever endured.

Yet Caleb too remained silent as he watched you meticulously work on repairing his damaged bionic arm, not once had you uttered a single word since his impromptu arrival at your workshop stationed within the massive spaceship.

You merely glanced at him, your tired gaze instantly flickering towards his shortcircuiting arm before letting out a small huff of annoyance as you slammed the coffee mug on the messy table. Like a routine checkup, you wordlessly pointed towards the empty seat and began working on fixing his bionic arm back to good as new.

All the while the tense atmosphere remained palpable within the workshop. Even your trusty little invention-slash-companion robot, Brownie had jumped over the table, holding out all the necessary tools for you to fix Caleb up, yet the presence of the adorable little brown robot cat wasn't enough to shimmer down the tension in the air.

Your expression remained aloof yet the look in your eyes held a strong suppressed rage. Caleb winced when you purposely handled his arm a tad bit too roughly, shooting a side eyed glare at Brownie snickering at him, a clear message of 'you deserve it!' written all over your little companion's face.

Caleb was tempted to send the smug rascal flying across the room using his Evol.

...But he wouldn't want to risk facing your wrath, not when you're still mad pissed at him right now.

"...You know I had to do it." Caleb decided to break the silence first, his eyes locked onto your face, hoping to ease down your anger even just a little bit. "I was following orders."

You stayed silent, nonchalantly avoiding his gaze as your attention was solely on the holographic screen displaying the restoration process.

Caleb gritted his teeth, growing agitated by your lack of response. Why were you so stubborn? Why couldn't you understand him? Why do you have to subject him to this stupid silent treatment of yours?

Why can't you see he's doing all this for your sake?

"It's done." You finally spoke after a long tense silence, your voice cold and detached as you did the final adjustments on his bionic arm. His piercing stare was suffocating you and you wanted nothing more than to be out of his sight. "Now get out."

You had only turned around for a brief millisecond before his hand suddenly snatched your wrist, pulling you close to him. His taller frame towering over you, his face confronted in a mixture of anguish and pain - a sight that made your heart ache, but you refuse to show any weakness, not in front of him, especially not in front of a cruel man like him.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Caleb spoke lowly, struggling to suppress his own anger. "Aren't you tired of these charades of yours?"

You glared up at him defiantly, despite the slight tremble from his iron grip. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me." He scowled, his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. "How long are you going to play both sides? Do you think they're going to let you off easily once they find out you've been secretly colluding with the enemy?"

His heart sank in dread at your unfazed reaction, as if you've been expecting this to happen sooner or later, that the consequences be damned if it meant fulfilling your own secret mission no matter the cost.

Even at the expense of your own wellbeing.

"..Choose us." Choose me. Caleb shut his eyes briefly before letting go of your wrist, his voice strained with a soft plea as his hands gently cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "I can guarantee your safety if you choose our side, please Princess. You'll die if you keep this up."

He sees the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, the conflict swimming in those alluring gaze that never fail to make his heart stutter. But as soon as that raising hope for you turn to his side came, it vanished in an instant when you slapped his hands away.

"I'd rather much die." You spat, your fist clutched the collar of his shirt as you glared up at him, the hatred and disgust written all over your face as your final words shattered his heart into pieces.

"Than to serve the likes of abominations like you.”

[jeontasy]

CODENAMES:

Zayne: GALEN - a Roman & Greek physician, surgeon and philosopher. The name also means "calm" and "tranquil".

Caleb: PERSES - the son of Titan Crius and Eurybia, he is the god of destruction. The name also means "to sack", "to ravage" and "to destroy".

Sylus: TARTARUS - the deepest region of the world, where the wicked and Titans were locked up. It is the lowest point of the universe, located below the Underworld.

Xavier: HERMIT - the word comes from Greek word eremites, which means "one of the desert". The Hermit also means "introspection" and "solitude".

Rafayel: TAMINO - refers to a character from Mozart's opera The Magic Flute. Tamino is a prince who is lost in a foreign land and being pursued by a monster, he eventually falls in love with the daughter of the Queen of the Night.

IDENTITY/RUMOR:

Zayne: WARDEN - Nobody gets to walk out of his prison. Not when they are alive, at least.

Caleb: COUNCILMAN - He is an ambitious politician who is eyeing the entire city.

Sylus: MYSTERIOUS ASSASIN - You better have your last words ready before this man knocks on your door.

Xavier: EX-ENFORCER - Danger often hides behind the softest eyes and the sharpest fangs.

Rafayel: LEADER OF FLOWIN' FIRE - A Praedator rose from the ashes. The entire city is but a playground at his disposal.

[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Tumblr Text Post ↳ Sylus: No Defense Zone

[solifloris]

something like a genuine heart is made to be trampled.

[schmellows]

You're the only one who can ease my pain...

[deepspacehuntress]

so I hear a certain unlisted video of certain lads disappeared from the interwebs. good thing I saved it beforehand, lol.

[poetticoo]

Painful Signal | Love and Deepspace Caleb Trailer

I'm so emotional, their tale is full of heartache because Caleb and MC never wanted to be separated from each other, the pain the other feels, the way the hold so gently each other. Just being with one another brings them relief... The whole premise screams "I missed you."

[xinyuehui]

ᓚᘏᗢ Yes, Cat Caretaker ♡

[astracora]

The Morning After

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc

Warnings: Some hurt/comfort, semi-canon compliant heart condition, spoilers for current story release (Sylus Limited Myth mentioned).

Word Count: 1259

Written: 27th December 2024

Notes: Pre-relationship Sylus/MC, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory (Cat Curse MC). I take some liberties with what the game offers me.

Masterlist AO3

You’re pleasantly sore. A dull ache, soothed by oils and warm hands the night before. You’re not sure what you expected from sleeping with Sylus… it shouldn’t surprise you that he was gentle with you afterwards. Easing your aches, cleaning you up, feeding you. He had never made you feel like anything less than a treasure after that first meeting.

The need to sleep though, is strong. As good care as he took, Sylus Qin is a greedy man. As gentle as he is starving, treating you like an oasis in a desert. It’s both a terrifying feeling and an incredibly thrilling one.

His sheets are warm, but as you reach you hand out, he is not there to greet you.

Blood runs cold, broken heart stutters.

He’s gone.

Of course he’s gone.

Why wouldn’t he be gone.

He’s a fickle cat, as easily bored as he is amused. Short bursts of sharp emotions, that fade as quickly as they come.

Your sleepy pleasure drifts away from you, lost in a haze of self contempt. It is the downfall of extreme emotions, to be riding on a cloud in joy, and then crashing down to earth in sorrow. Hard enough to balance, without the added haze of pleasure addled brain. Still tingling from every touch, every kiss, every bite, every moan.

Hand pressed against your face, you roll onto your stomach, trying to force the feeling of inadequacy away.

You feel yourself on the verge of tears, irritated and hurting, but angry with yourself for feeling. For letting yourself feel like this.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stup-

Fingers in your hair, tracing over the back of your neck, you jolt. Startled, fraying. Red rimmed eyes, and a sniffling nose to see Sylus sitting on the side of the bed. Coffee in hand, though he hates it. His eyes widen, blinking at your expression, before he places the coffee on the side table. Leaning down to look closer at you, hand on your face, holding you. “Kitten? What happened?”

You don’t know what to say.

I thought you had left me.

I thought you were disappointed.

I thought you realised I was too much work.

“You weren’t here.” You choke out, your hand pressing against his, holding it there. You want it permanently etched into your body. His hand prints on every part of you. His mark in your soul. You want him to be part of you more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

You hate yourself for wanting so much.

You watch as his red eyes burn, before he leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead, inhaling against your hair. He thumb continues to stroke your cheek and he speaks against your skin, “I have no plans to go anywhere without you, beloved.”

Your weak heart jumps, dances, skitters. It is hard not to. He is nothing if not good with words.

For a moment you stare at him, as he stares back. His eyes mapping out your features, sparkling gems glittering in his eyes. You wonder if you look closer could you really see his soul there. Eventually his staring is too much, and you pull the sheet up, though he stops you, head titled.

You almost laugh. He does resemble a dog sometimes… or perhaps more of a wolf. Something as wild as it is capable of domestic life.

“You’re staring.”

“Am I not allowed to stare?”

You tremble inside, and glance away, “I’m not used to it.”

“Am I the only one whose stared at you, kitten? I find that hard to believe.”

He does look doubtful, but you don’t really know how to answer him. It’s not the stare, it’s the things you can see in his eyes. The warm heat, the twinkling joy, the way he looks like every man in love, in every movie you’ve ever watched. Cynical though you are, thinking such a thing doesn’t exist.

Yet he stands before you, with that look. So much more alive than anything you could ever imagine.

You feel like crying again, but its not a bad feeling. This one feels freeing, warm. Like kisses on your cheek, and mumbled promises of adoration into skin.

“I think I’d be too much work for most.”

He laughs, “You are. Very difficult.” Now he lies down, on his side, staring at you, smirk showing his canines. Looking for all the world like a creature that can drag you to hell. Beautiful red eyes, snowy hair, a sculpted face you think any artist would weep at. He looks like he belongs in a world removed from yours.

Sylus takes your hand, rubbing his thumb over it, and places it against his lips, bites on the inside of your wrist, then kisses it. Eyes closing for a moment, freeing you from their grasp, as he exhales. Like you are air he needs to breathe.

“I enjoy the work though, kitten. I always will.” His eyes open, and grab you again, imprisoning you. Keeping you here, with him, “And you know I will never back down when I’ve decided something.”

Unfaltering. Unkillable. Unstoppable. You think of the words the twins use for their boss. If there is a single vision of Sylus it is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants. With violence, with money, with skill…

With heat and passion and pleasure.

You enter his arms willingly, if loving this man is a sin, you think you joined him as a fiend a long time ago. Before you even noticed it was happening. Sleep greets you once again, comforted at his presence, and relieved by him.

Perhaps that broken heart can beat a little longer for him.

———

He watches you fade into your dreams, and while he wants to join you, for a moment he just wants to be here. Real, and warm, and flesh and blood. You are in his arms, you let him touch you. He is surprised how much he still yearns for, like he has not scratched the surface of many years of need.

Of waiting, and hoping, and searching.

Of running up against the prison of fate, demanding he bow to its whims.

He cannot force the world to bring you to him, so he has to find you.

You think he can stop loving you, or find you too much. You fear he will wake up and regret it.

Sylus wishes you could see into his heart, and his soul. He wishes you could feel it thrumming inside of you, everyday, because you are the life of him. You are what gives him cause, him reason. You are a part of him, in all the ways that matter.

He hears you in his chest, he feels you in his bones.

He has chased you through worlds, and he will never stop.

There is a siren’s song in your very blood, and he will always listen to it.

You are all that he wants, and there is no time where that is no longer true.

Be he dragon, or man, he feels greed so fierce and powerful he knows it will never dim. No matter how long he gets with you.

As long as you extend your hand, as long as you smile, as long as you find pleasure with him, touch him, need him, want him… he will always be there, and always need and want and hunger for you.

There truly is no amount of work you can offer him, that does not thrill his soul to do.

[leaderincrows]

What do you think Rafayel dreams about

(psst in addition to twitter I now cross post on bsky )

[starmocha]

"On your knees."

Your strangled gasp barely passes your lips as you are pulled down all of a sudden by his Evol. You struggle to move, the gravity around you is much heavier than it should be. Kneeling before him, you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and then seconds later, his cold voice commanding, "Now suck."

When you hesitate, he reverts the gravity around you, and you nearly tumble forward, unprepared for the sudden lightweightness again. Little fluttering gasps escape when his gloved hand just barely touch your chin, the pads of his fingers touching just enough to tilt your head upwards and your eyes focus in on his hardened cock, already dripping with precum.

For a moment, you swallow, the taste of his cum already registering in your brain before your mouth instinctively part enough to take in the tip, slowly taking in more and more of him. He tenses briefly, his own breathing unsteadied, almost as if he was unprepared for how good this felt.

"That's it," he groans as you take more of his cock in your mouth. His large hand cradles the back of your head as he praises you. "What a good little cocksleeve you are."

He smiles, amused, when you seem to preen with delight at his words. "Do you like it when I praise you?"

You moan in response around him in your mouth, his immediate shallow, slow thrusts have your eyes brimming with tears as you let him use you for his pleasure. When he yanks your head back by a fistful of your hair, you peer up into those beautiful amethyst eyes of his, ready to drown in them and submit to his will completely. When he spoke again, you could feel yourself pulsing, aching to be his in body and soul.

He could see your desires in your eyes, always knowing you better than even yourself. He smiles again, and croons, "Then be a good little fucktoy for me, and I will praise you more, my pretty little slut."

[solifloris]

i want to protect you, but i don't know how i should do that. — yves olade, 'sugar apple' / love and deepspace / lee know (stray kids), 'limbo' / plave, 'wait for you' / love and deepspace / ibn hazm, 'my heart' / yves olade, 'sugar apple' / love and deepspace / maggie nelson, 'bluets' / love and deepspace / sakkaira