#philos princess

[fievell]

MC concept - Yulali Philos

Info dumping for her later bio below ↓

« Every step closer to immortality is worth any price we must pay. This is our eternity»

Age : ???

Birthday : Feb. 15 - Aquarius

Height : 5'2"

Job : Protocore Scientist for Xander Science

Evol : Illusion

Love Interest : Zayne/Sylus

Other : Xavier’s little sister

[onesaucyboi]

This might be a yell into the void and hope the void responds kinda question, but does anyone have any tips for growing/propagating plants in perlite? I saw a video about propagation in it but I was just wondering if anyone has any good tips for its use?

Thanks!

[beeapocalypse]

roswell with a ponytail palm (NOT a palm tree. it is a succulent that stores water in its trunk) + my ficus audrey cutting that is already rooting !!

[greeds]

got some new plants 50% off babey. they look stupid bc theyre in some old planters so theyre not sized right but yeah. this helped a bit

[elijones94]

🧜🏻‍♀️ Ariel 🐠🦀🌊

[dxsole]

really love that my 2.5 canon characters are just two minor characters from my favorite discontinued show and [checks notes] an entire Marvel villain

[nanamiscocksleeve]

You had me at LaDs again... 🥰

Time to spam the inbox.

SFW: In the language of flowers, what bouquet would each of boys create for their dear Hunter and why?

Flowers For You

Zayne:

I feel like this one is obvious but it would be jasmines.

Jasmines represent love, beauty, and sensuality, qualities I think represent Zayne's romantic side very well.

Jasmines represent immortal love. There's a legend from an Indian text about a princess falling in love with a sun god, and is murdered by her jealous ex-lover(Astra is that you?) because of it. When the princess's ashes are scattered, jasmines bloom from them. I'd like to think that even after all the misfortune Zayne has suffered, his love remains unwavering.

Their scent promotes relaxation but is also an aphrodisiac

Xavier:

Sunflowers. There's just nothing else to represent this man's light.

They represent strength, good fortune and loyalty. Considering how much space travel Xavier has done to find his queen, these qualities portray him accurately. He's endured a lot, and despite the urgency to save Philos, he remains loyal to his woman and takes a strong show of character as well.

They also are a symbol of hope, also tying in with Xavier's story that perhaps saving Philos does not mean having to lose the love of his life

Rafayel:

He'd send tulips. The variety of colors they come in brings out his artsy side.

Tulips represent unconditional love and rebirths which tie into his lore where he loves MC anyway despite her betrayal, and him hoping there's a better chance for their love with each new life he finds her in.

His bouquet would be full of red and pinks, since they represent affection and devotion.

Sylus:

Despite everything, Sylus is a traditional man. He'd send roses.

The classic flower to indicate romantic interest, he's going to make sure you're aware of his intentions. He'll probably send bouquets to your office, much to the envy of your colleagues, usually without a card because it's obvious who they're from.

He'll have Mephisto sneak single roses into random spots; your car's windshield, your kitchen window, on your pillow. It's his way of letting you know he's thinking of you.

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[cherimoyatea]

❧ Rafayel - Midnights

Pairing: Rafayel x You Synopsis: Rafayel has a hard decision to make as the night fades into dawn. Word Count: 1.188K Tags: sea of golden sand, abysswalker rafayel, female reader:princess MC, smut, angst, angst, angst, mentioning of his lore MDNI: suggestive content in the first half⚠️ Side Notes: Am I writing Abysswalker smut and blushing on mildly suggestive content? Maybe. It's not like I don't have the wildest thoughts in the back of my head, but it seems like I can't overcome my comfort zone and write them out. So, I'm taking a more poetic route this time, cowardly leaving the spicy part to your imagination until I feel ready to paint the full picture... 👀💦 Please don't hate me.

''Not yet, your Highness...'' Rafayel purrs softly into your ear as you shift beneath him, making the rough sheets rustle as you move. His warm breath on your skin sends a magnitude of sparks through your body—crying for relief as his slick tongue glides out, trailing down your sensitive neck.

Marking it with burning kisses.

You are the Princess of Philos, the heiress of a kingdom. Garbed in the finest robes, your hair adorned with fragrant petals. You live a prestigious life in your palace, which lacks nothing.

And yet you are here. With him.

Sharing a simple furnished room in a low-priced hotel with the lavender-haired Lemurian. Until dawn breaks.

Night after night, you escape the comfort of your luxurious bedchamber to find shelter in a run-down area of the town. Willingly, you follow him through dark alleys and narrow sidewalks to avoid curious eyes. Placing your trust in him as he guides you carefully through the dimly lit streets until you arrive at your destination for a moment of intimacy.

Nobody bats an eye if a couple shows up at a place like this late after midnight and disappears before sunrise.

''Rafayel...'' You call out his name yearningly, ignoring the drunken voices and chants, coming faintly from the streets as you lay on the hard mattress of the wooden bed.

His weight pressing against your body only heightens your longing while you nervously fumble with the straps of his purple-black armor to unbuckle them. You have been craving him all day, and there is no way you're willing to wait any longer.

''I wish to have you! Now! I need—ah!''

A gasp escapes your lips as Rafayel suddenly grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the straps and revealing his toned skin to you.

He pins it next to your head, amused by the persistence in your voice. ''So eager tonight, are we Princess?'' Your beloved whispers teasingly before pulling away from the crook of your neck to gaze at your blushed face.

''And so bold!'' He adds with a smug grin while his pink-blue eyes almost devour you. ''Did your Highness forget that I don't accept orders from her? This rundown place is not her realm, and I am not her servant.''

You return his gaze and notice the pink hue spreading on the Lemurian's cheeks and ears, his chest slightly heaving. He is clearly as tense as you and equally anticipating what is about to come.

''You don't ask me to beg for it, do you?'' You reply in a shaky voice, trying to calm your quickened breathing as much as you can.

For a brief moment, you contemplate talking back. But given your situation, you fear it would only lead to further restrictions so instead, you choose to give in.

''If that's your wish...''

Trying to read into those sunset eyes, as if all your unspoken wishes were answered by them, you relax your tense body before you hear your voice. Firm yet soft. ''Please, allow me to have you, to taste you... I beg you, don't turn me away like this...''

''Hm?'' Rafayel's eyes go wide in surprise, caught off guard, unprepared for your abrupt change in demeanor. You couldn't be more beautiful to him than in this very moment—lying all vulnerable and disheveled beneath him. Searching, asking for permission with those lovestruck eyes he adores so much.

And now you are begging to drink from his luscious lips, to be claimed by him. How could he ever resist your charm?

''R-Rafayel I...'' Your breath hitches as he suddenly captures your lips in a kiss, giving in to his own desire to answer your craving as his hand releases your wrist and moves to your chest, slowly unraveling the front ribbon of your dress...

...and only the moonlight that falls through the thin, swaying curtains bears witness to two lovers intertwined in the rough rustling sheets...

A pair of glimmering orbs appears in the darkness of the hotel room as Rafayel opens his eyes. He still lies awake, long after you fell asleep—spent from your passionate love-making. You slumber safe and sound in the arms of your beloved, unaware of the grim thoughts occupying his mind at this late hour.

''Your Quintessence... time is running out!''

The Lemurian moves his head in irritation as if trying to shake off the Elders plea that rings in his ears during these moments of silence. He carefully slides his arm from under your sleeping form, anxious about waking you, and sits up in bed.

Leaning against the headrest, he closes his eyes and sighs deeply as the words that doom him spiral down once again. Words like a cursed spell that numbs his body and leaves him without hope:

''You must complete the prophecy. Obtain her heart. Your heart. Awaken the seas, rebuild Lemuria.''

And tonight he will reclaim his heart from you.

Rafayel steadies himself and raises a hand to summon his dagger, gripping its hilt tightly. He then shifts his gaze to you, determined to take back what belongs to him. His glimmering eyes turn a shade darker as he moves the blanket from your upper half, revealing your bare skin.

Beads of sweat run down his temples as he hovers the sharp tip of his dagger over your chest, which he caressed and kissed so passionately only moments ago. His breath comes out in labored gasps as he feels his heart pounding against his ribs, knowing he is about to take yours.

''Mhm... I love you...''

The Lemurian abruptly freezes in his movements and holds his breath as you shift in your sleep, rolling to your side. Your innocent, sleep-drunken murmurs pull him back to his senses, and he quickly moves the dagger away from your sleeping form.

''Love, huh?'' With a swift move the dagger vanishes into thin air and a shaky sigh escapes Rafayel's lips. Once more, he finds himself reminded of something: If he dies, then Lemuria dies with him. But if you die, he loses all meaning to live.

He slumps back onto the mattress beside you, watching you breathe calmly, unaware of the threat that surrounded you just moments ago. You are more than willing to give your heart to him, he's aware of that.

But how will he ever find the strength to claim it from you?

''Not tonight...'' He whispers to himself while nuzzling up to you. Inhaling your flowery scent, taking in the warmth of your body as he grabs the blanket and covers both of you.

In just a few hours, morning will break. And then he will need to wake you up to sneak you back into your bedchamber before anyone notices your absence, while he remains in the desert's ambush. Until he can see you again at midnight.

But for now, you are here, and you are his.

No. Tonight is not the night. Just as the night before wasn't. And the night before last...

And deep down, he knows his days are numbered—his blackened flame will eventually extinguish and fade before he ever lays a finger on his beloved bride.

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[amourluvie]

HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING-

GN S/O MAKING A FLOWER CROWN FOR THE L&DS BOYS?

OFCCC THATS SUCH A CUTE IDEA !!

Making flower crowns for the l&Ds boys (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

requests are open ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

RAFAYEL -

- my favourite out of them all 🤭

- will probably tease you for this

- "hehehe do you love me that much?" He says while after you put the beautiful crown on his head,crafted with flowers.

- considering that in his myth,he was the god of the sea of lemuria,it wasnt his first time wearing a crown.

- "pretty boy." You say to his as you put the flower crown on his head,all made with his beautiful flowers,as rafayel looks at you with full of love and admiration. "You really made this for me!? You love me that much !?" He teased,a cheeky grinding flashing on his stupid cute face. "Yes I do idiot no need to get all cheeky about it" you teased back.

ZAYNE -

- as he tries not to blush and remain professional,you start tease him for being so beautiful,even more with the flower crown.

- being a doctor,he can feels his heart thumping in his chest,due to you showering him in compliments.

- "awww look at you! the cutest and the most prettiest doctor ever ~!" You were trying hard not to call him a pretty princess,but you just can't help it! Hes soo pretty (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ. As zayne fails to not react,becoming a blushing mess and smiles,he can't really ignore you can't he? Your his soulmate after all.

SYLUS -

- guys don't murder me for this but I didn't really like him at first..but now..

- evil man hehehe

- also will tease you over this, probably more than rafayel.

- "well well,look at you being all lovey dovey with me,making a flower crown with all my favourite flowers. You are soo cute!" He teased with a mischievous glint in his Ruby eyes,never breaking eye contact with you. "Shut." As you put ur finger over his mouth,shushing him up. And then planting a kiss to his lips.

XAVIER -

- this is not his first time wearing a crown of some sorts either, considering he was the crown prince of philos in his myth.

- hes soo soft🥹

- will literally melt and softly smile at you with his adoring eyes as you put the crown on him.

- "y-you really made this for me!?" He awkwardly questioned,making him look even more cuter, "yes I did Xavier,why wouldnt i make something special like this for my prince?" You teased , caressing his cheek, pink blush tainted his cheeks, as he held your hand that was holding his cheek, taking it and kissing the palm.

[damatically]

As someone who read all of the three boys' myth including the new myth of Rafayel... (myth spoilers)

I thoroughly believe MC deserves to have a villain arc if it weren't for her kind personality.

Miss girl gets in trouble bc of her heart and she doesn't even want it. She's born as the chosen one but not in a good context 😭

In Xavier's myth it was heavily implied that she's the bait to keep Philos alive.

In Rafayel's myth her heart needs to be carved out of her in order to fulfill the prophecy and it was implied that this keeps happening every god of sea prophecy. If it weren't for Rafayel stubbornly wanting to change the prophecy it wouldn't end. I mean looking at present timeline in game the sea certainly came back.

In Zayne's myth MC occasionally suffers bc of her heart painfully freezing her. And whenever she tries to reach out for the creatio protocore it would mean for Zayne to suffer on her behalf. And Zayne suffers bc of him loving her. wHICH ISNT EVEN WHAT SHE WANTED TO HAPPEN AT SHE JUST WANTS TO LIVE BUT ASTRA IS BEING A BITCH, AND ALSO FOR ZAYNE NOT TO SUFFER. Then like the other two this is on repeat too (the Jasmine fields.....)

Like she totally deserves the villain arc. Do you see the pattern here??? 😭 Xavier even mentioned that she lives for the people but not for herself and not even having a choice for herself. Princess! MC in Rafayel's myth is hyper aware that the people of her kingdom put her in the pedestal mainly bc of her heart. It was dehumanizing.

(Tbh i could be wrong with some information bc the myths is also written with "show don't tell" writibg in some parts like that's kinda horrible bc the myths are like 8 parts that's too short and leaving me to put them together is kinda disaster bc i sometimes cant read between the lines)

[exactlycleverpirate]

Proposed Timeline for MC

A quick outline of my thoughts on MC's timeline. I will likely do a breakdown/explanation of this in a separate post later. Spoilers under the cut.

1st Life - Island of Songs/Fragrant Dream - Before Lemuria's disappearance - MC and Rafayel meet for the first time - MC acquires Rafayel's heart - MC is cursed to be a Sea Witch - Rafayel dies to restore her humanity.

(Possibly some additional lives)

Next Life - Current MC in Linkon City - MC meets Xavier for the first time. MC and Zayne meet for the first time (unless Zayne is out of sequence somehow?) - MC's faulty heart is fused to the Aethor Core

(Possibly some additional lives.)

Next Life - Born on a young Philos - Xavier, son of the royal family, meets MC for the first time - MC's faulty heart can be cured by a special protocore (Creatio/Aethor core/Philos’ core?), but Xavier brings it too late, and she dies

Next Lives - Zayne’s Myth cycles - The royal family send emissaries every 100 years to the Tower of Thorns, who then disappear - MC's faulty heart can be cured by the Creatio, which is draining her life and killing her over and over - Zayne breaks the cycle by fusing her heart to the Creatio - Zayne falls into eternal slumber

Next Life - Rafayel's Myth - MC's non-faulty heart sustains the immortality of the people of Philos - She is treated like a princess, though she is not related to the royal family - Rafayel needs his heart returned or he will die and the seas will not return - He refuses to take back the heart - (Speculation) He eventually falls into eternal slumber - MC is assassinated/sacrificed either by angry Lemurians or the royal family

Last Life - Xavier’s Myth - The royal family intend to use MC's non-faulty heart to power the core of Philos, sustaining the planet and the people’s immortality - Xavier prevents this then travels to the past to find a way to save MC and Philos - MC is left behind to rule as Queen of the dying planet

[nidianddeepspace]

The Angel of the Cosmos: An LaDS Fan Myth

Art by Kirakanjo

Author's Note: This is a fan-made myth for the game Love and Deepspace, which is based off the art I commissioned from talented artist Kirakanjo. All characters (save for my OCs) belong to Infold/Paper Games. PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME! Inspiration: The idea that Xavier is an Angel of the Cosmos who creates the stars in the sky.

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In Philos, there is a fairy tale that all children here as their parents put them to bed for the night. It is the story of the Angel of Cosmos, the creator of the stars in the sky, who paints the sky with stars day and night, and carries the light of all creation within his wings. If you are lucky, you might see the angel extend his wings before flying through the clouds, the star shining brighter as he passes by in order to gain his attention. There is a saying that if you see the stars when the sun is out, it means in the Angel of Cosmos is full of joy. He is in his home, his domain, bathing the world below in his glorious, celestial light. But is also a tale, spun long ago, the tale of the Angel of Cosmos who fell to the earth and was captured by the cruel king who wished to keep him as a pet. Away from his celestial home, the Angel of Cosmos fell into despair, courting danger to everyone as there was a massive black hole growing in his heart... But this is also the story of a brave princess, who push aside her own insecurities and fears to do the right thing, to save her people from her father's arrogance...and release the man she grew to love, in spite of her of heart's deepest desire...

| The Palace of the Philos Royal Family | In the throne room of the King of Philos, discussions are taking place in earnest. The Eldest Princess of the Royal family has long come of age - and now, in order to cement his might, she must be married off before she is considered to be too old to be useful. The Crown Prince of a Neighboring Country has come to express his interest in Her Royal Highness. His reputation proceeds him - he is known mostly for devilishly handsome looks, but under hushed tones, people whisper about his outward cruelty.

The Eldest Princess doesn't want to marry him.

She doesn't want to marry anyone. She would rather return to the convent she was raised in and continue to learn more about the world around her. The King isn't even her biological father - she is his niece, placed in his care after her parents died at sea. And while she cannot say that she was mistreated during her time here, she is fully aware of her status as a minor burden and a massive liability.

Hence, she must be married off and quickly. She is not at all slender and graceful like the Second Princess - the King's Actual Daughter - is. She is curvy, plump, and well-rounded - the very anti-thesis of feminine virtue. At least that's what the other courtiers say.

But she would rather be alone and untouched, than to be battered by a man who didn't love her.

The Eldest Princess stands with her maid behind a screen, on a balcony that allows them to be privy of the discussions. "It looks like everything will soon be settled, your Highness," the head lady-in-waiting says dreamily. "Finally, you will be properly married!" "Hmph...unfortunately." The Eldest Princess hitches up her skirt, walking away from the spectacle. "Now matter how much I insist that it's unnecessary, they insist upon marrying me off. They say it's good for me, but really, it's so His Majesty doesn't have to marry his daughter off to that rogue." The Eldest Princess storms through the castle corridors, only stopped by the commotion made by a group of guards pushing a mysterious box into one of the lower dungeons. She arches an eye, curious. "What is going on over there?"

"Didn't you hear? The King has brought another treasure home - and he says it's his most prized treasure of all!" "Prized treasure?" The Eldest Princess rolls her eyes. "What is it? Another exotic animal? Or another kingdom's prized treasure?"

"Nothing like that, your Highness." The Lady-in-Waiting leans close, whispering into her ear. "The guards say that the King has captured the Angel of the Cosmos himself!"

"What?! From the fairytales?" A playful grin spreads across the Eldest Princess' face. "I simply *must* see this!" "But your Highness, we'll be punished if we are found in the dungeon - " "Then we simply must be careful. That's all."

The Eldest Princess waits for the cover of night before she and her lady-in-waiting sneak through the halls, wearing black hooded capes in order to blend in with the darkness. The moment they slip into the dungeons, their breaths hitch. The dark, dank prisons, normally covered in shadow, mildew, and despair, shine with an unearthly, celestial light. He sits inside his cell, dressed in paper thin black fabrics, his unbuttoned shirt exposing the various bandages and scars all over his chest. His hair, ruffled and unkempt, is spun of platinum silk. He looks down at his hands, the quiet he exudes almost as deafening as that melancholy he carries in his soul. Yes the light of the heavens and skies still surrounds him, capturing everyone who sees it with the state of its holy aura.

"Gods..." The Eldest Princess says, walking toward the man. The moment his blue eyes look up to meet hers, she feels as if she is swimming in a sea of stars. "He really *is* the Angel of the Cosmos..."

-------------------------- To • Be • Continued --------------------------------------

[seaglass-posting]

Arid - Rafayel/Reader

Pairing: Rafayel/Reader

Rating: Explicit - MDNI

Categories: F/M, Other

Warning: Not very healthy relationship dynamics. Spoilers for Rafayel's first myth story.

Rafayel tries to steal the heart of Philos, only to realize that he's fallen into a trap. __ In which an impromptu summoning of your beloved companion takes a heated turn.

CROSS POSTED FROM AO3 with an added blurb :)

Rafayel holds a dagger to your back even as you embrace him without a care in the world. How long could he keep up this facade of loving you, or rather, when would he finally be able to love you with no pretenses? He shouldn’t feel guilty when you stroke his head and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He shouldn’t feel the need to tear your heart from your chest when you place his hand over it. 

“Do you hear it? It belongs to you,” you murmur, holding him closer. When you shift your body, Rafayel discreetly moves his dagger away from you. You draw patterns into the leather on his clothes with your finger. “I don’t want to stay here. Whisk me away.”

“Is that Your Highness’s wish?” He replies, his voice muffled through his mask. You hum in contemplation. Like a genie in a bottle, you don’t know how he would interpret your wish. 

“I think I shall decline. You could fulfill my wish anyway you want to see fit.” You assume his silence means his confusion. “For example,” you drag a finger down his back and then splay your hand on a spot, “you could take me away from this world.” You move your face closer to his ear. “You could kill me.” 

He stiffens up and you laugh. “I jest.”

“How amusing,” he says, his tone falling flat. “Your life is no laughing matter, Your Highness. Many people need you to stay alive.”

“So what?” The words come out bitter. “I can think of a few that deserve to die.” 

“Such behavior is unbecoming of a princess.”

“I was never one in the first place.” You had always resented the role. One day, you woke up with no memories and were suddenly hailed as a god. You were their precious princess, forever stuck in her tower. 

You glance over your room in boredom. Colorful jewels glint in the sun, but they look dull to you. Maybe you’ll ask Natasha to fetch new ones from the market. The fine sheets beneath you and Rafayel feel like burlap, rough and irritating. Time to change those out for new ones. “I would like to feel death one day,” you muse. “Perhaps that is my wish.”

Rafayel gasps and almost drops his hold on his dagger. Your behavior today was different, stranger than usual. “What is with you today?” He moves away from you and somehow slips it back into its holster when your attention is elsewhere. Did you catch him in the act? This had to have been a bluff. His palms are sweaty.

(Even if you did notice its sharp blade on your spine, you wouldn’t have made your reaction known.) 

“I’ve been feeling odd these days, Rafayel.” You begin, your knees now pressed to your chest as you stare out of your window and onto the horizon. “I wish to go to the sea.” You turn your head and look at him, finding his almost too intense gaze on you. You hold it. “Would it be strange of me to say that I’d been dreaming about it?”

He doesn’t reply. There’s no warmth in your eyes. “I’ve only known this place. I don’t know what lies beyond these city walls. Tell me a story, Rafayel.”

Once again, he asks. “Is that Your Highness’s wish?” You wave a dismissive hand at him. You can’t see the smirk under his mask. “Very well. But I ask that you pay utmost attention.”

“When the world was an ocean, there lived a kingdom below the tide. It was ruled by a benevolent, but mischievous god. By his side was his knight. She was bound to him by an oath to protect her liege, no matter the cost.” The tone in his voice suggests something sinister. 

“The people were happy and the kingdom was thriving. They cheered for the god of the sea when he passed by. They called his knight a hero.”

“But the god had fallen in love, you see. For someone who could hardly be serious, he had been moved by his knight’s unwavering devotion to him. And for someone who granted the wishes of his people, he failed to ask the one next to him.”

“‘What do you wish for?’ The god asked. ‘Ask anything, and I shall grant it to thee.’ The knight hesitated. Someone like her should have a wish dedicated solely to her liege, but that was not the case. Would he be disgusted by her desire? Her heart quivered.”

“‘I wish to know what lies beyond the sea.’ It was his heart that wavered next, as he realized that his knight’s desire was to go away. This was a wish that he could not grant.” You shift uncomfortably, but he pays it no mind and continues his story.

“‘I’m sorry,’ said the god. The knight shook her head, neither angry nor disappointed.” Rafayel moves closer to you now, admiring the way your breath hitches as he draws nearer and nearer. 

“‘Do you wish for my heart?’” He asks.

You don’t know whether it’s a question for you, or another line in the story. You don’t give him an answer. You touch his mask and this time, he doesn’t move away when you remove it. It falls between you, and he quickly flings it into a forgotten corner before descending upon you.

It’s warm, you think, almost unbearably so as you kiss him back feverishly. It feels right when he brings his leg up and hikes up your skirt between your thighs. You run your fingers through his hair and he groans when you tug on it, earning you a bite on your lower lip. The heat continues to rise as hands roam to pinch and caress. It’s a losing battle for the both of you. He grinds his knee against your throbbing heat and you keen into it, moaning his name loud enough to make him hush you.

“Quiet, Princess.” Hearing your title used this way makes you shiver. It doesn’t go unnoticed as he smirks. “We wouldn’t want anyone to barge in would we?”

“The guards would be horrified to hear that an assassin has come for me,” you tease back and tug on his hair a little too hard, making him hiss. “I’m no fool, Rafayel.” Somehow, he didn’t realize he was missing his dagger until he felt something sharp against his back. “If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so already.” 

His entire body trembles in delight. Rafayel could easily twist the dagger from you and pin it against you. You could also very easily drive it into him. “You’re good,” he says breathlessly and is on you once again. 

This kiss proves itself to be more intense than the last, and it makes you drop the dagger to cup his face, dragging him impossibly closer. It falls somewhere but neither of you pay it any mind as he flips you over and seats you onto his lap. You can feel how hard he is through his pants, and you grind your hips into it. Two large hands still over your thighs as you brace yourself on his shoulders. He’s so hard it almost hurts, but he doesn’t want to go further. Not until you say something.

“Give yourself to me,” you command as you try to grind into him again. You can feel him throb through both of your clothes as you chase after his heat again and again. 

“At least allow me to take all this off,” he whines a little and the power that rushes through your veins is addicting. You roll your hips again. You don’t care that you’re practically seeping through your underwear and ruining his pants, not when you can feel a wet spot where his tip should be anyway. He moans and moves your body in sync with his as he rolls his dick into you. “You sure are bold for someone who’s leaking.” You give him a withering smile and say nothing while you rub your clothed clit against soaked leather. 

It’s almost too much and not enough as you use him for your own pleasure and seeing your selfishness sends him reeling. His pants are too tight. Despite all the open windows and the evening wind settling over you both, it’s still impossibly hot. He slips his fingers through the band of your undergarments and you laugh as he tries to peel the damned thing off you. You can feel something rise in your core when he rips it off you, baring yourself to him. “You brute!” You laugh but get cut off with a moan when your naked core brushes against his cock. The friction hurts which only brings closer to the edge.

“Are you close?” He whispers into your ear, his voice husky.

“Please,” you beg for who knows what. He looks down to see how puffy you are and you watch his throat bob at how wet you are. You arch your back and your toes curl into the sheets. String pulled tight, you pant into his neck and bite down on whatever skin you can get your teeth on. He moans loudly, and he would be embarrassed by the fact if he hadn’t found it so pleasurable. His reaction sets you aflame when his hips stutter and then still against you, his legs weak and shaking. 

You move even more frantically, leaning back to rub rapid circles around your clit as you chase after your own orgasm. Rafayel is a dazed man when he looks at how you clench around nothing, mouth slightly agape and practically drooling to get a taste. The intensity of his stare and the humiliation that comes from exposing yourself like this is almost too much. 

He lazily palms himself through his pants. He’s still hard despite cumming just a few moments ago. He groans your name, your real name, and it sends you over the edge. Your entire body is set aflame and then put out with cold water. Your pulse throbs against your neck as your pussy convulses. You feel dirty but the way Rafayel looks at you makes you the most beautiful girl in the world. 

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your voice hoarse. “I…” You slowly reposition yourself into a comfortable spot and look away from him in shame, but his hand cups your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gulp down your lust and guilt. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“You were wonderful,” he says breathlessly and places a small kiss on your lips. You don’t kiss him back. There’s no regret on what you just did, but there’s a deep ache in your bones telling you that this will all end in tragedy. 

It’s another step towards the abyss that you yearn for but are too scared to walk into. This life is normal, you think, it’s all you’ve ever known. Rafayel silences those thoughts with another kiss. Yes, as long as you find comfort in his warmth, then perhaps that’s all that matters. You wrap your arms around his waist, still bathing in the afterglow. “I’m sorry for pulling a knife on you,” you mumble and he laughs, shaking his head.

“I did it first,” he replies. You give him a strained smile and playfully push his chest. To be honest, you find it incredibly attractive that your life is in his hands, and with his reaction, you can tell that he feels the same way. Your mind wanders back to his story, realizing he never finished it.

“Did the knight take the heart?” You’re lying on his chest now, drawing patterns in it and admiring the sewing on his clothes. The stitches are neat. 

“She did.” He’s combing through your hair with his fingers and you appreciate the slight scalp massage. You have more questions on his story, but his tone suggests that it ends there. Rafayel pulls you up onto his lap again and kisses you slowly, his lips searching for your breath. “Focus on me, Your Highness,” he whispers. You nod, acutely aware of how naked you are. 

“Take off your clothes,” you command and he chuckles before taking off each layer one by one, making a small show for you. You take the time to admire his physique and face. His usual garb makes him large and unapproachable, but when you see the tips of his ears turn red, you smirk a little. You have him wrapped around your finger. Your eyes trail further and further down and you gulp as you follow his slight happy trail to the outline of his cock. You wonder if it’ll fit, and a perverse shiver of joy runs along your spine. 

“You look like you’re going to eat me,” he stutters a bit.

“I might if you don’t hurry up.” You retort and shift onto your elbows, your white robe falling off your shoulder. He watches the way it catches onto your breast. Just a little more and… “I’m waiting, Rafayel.” You interrupt his gawking and cross one leg over another. A flash of your mound makes him gulp and unceremoniously removes everything else into a heap of clothes. He climbs onto the bed and steals your lips once more like a man starved. He kisses you like it’s his first and last. 

The weight of his cock presses against you and you both breathe a little harder at the heat. “Are you sure about this, Princess?” He has you caged beneath him while your hands are laced behind his neck. You look down and blush at the sight. 

“J-just be careful,” you reply and wiggle your hips, but he clamps them still with his legs, making you pout. “And hurry.” The head catches onto your entrance and you almost yelp if it weren’t for Rafayel silencing you. 

“There’s still guards out on patrol. We wouldn’t want our dear princess tangled up with an assassin now, would we?” He inches forward and you both groan around the stretch. “You’re so tight.”

You moan out his name. His self-control wanes, but he doesn’t move until you nod your head, slowly getting used to him. Your walls ache to fit all of him inside but pain mixes with pleasure to form a tight ball in your core again. Panting, stretching, you urge him to move with a roll of your hips, making him hiss. “I’m fine,” you whisper breathlessly and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

It’s too hot. You think you’re going to melt. Slow thrusts somehow stretch you even more and you move your leg up to get more of him in. The noises that spill from your mouth set your face aflame as you try to control them. You can feel your orgasm rise in your body as you try to plunge yourself deeper on his cock, relishing the sting that the stretch brings in. Your nails leave angry red welts on Rafayel’s back and there’s no doubt that he’ll make fun of you for it. For now, though, he’s almost too excited at the meaning of the marks–he’s yours, forever and always. 

When finally, finally, he’s pressed to the hilt, he slows down to rub the tip of his cock against you and you almost cum from the stimulation. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he does it again and Rafayel groans at the sight. “You’re filthy, Your Highness,” he teases, but his voice reveals that he’s just as affected as you are. For what feels like forever, he continues this movement. Rolling his hips into you, his pelvis grinding against your clit, your combined juices soaking the sheets beneath you. It is positively filthy, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

He holds you in his arms while you try to hump into him but he has his hands on your ass to stop you from moving on your own. Bringing your hips down one last time, he finally moves again at a punishing pace. You clutch his shoulders to stop yourself from falling, but you fear that it’s already too late. Your cunt aches around him as you try to hang on for dear life. The bed whines under you and you try not to think about the fact that you’re going to cum embarrassingly fast.  “G-good, Rafayel, so good…!” You moan into his ear and the praise makes him shiver in delight, making you smirk as you continue to sing his praises and tug on his hair.

The scrape against your walls feels too good and he’s rubbing against that spongy part of you that has you seeing stars. “You’re so–hah! So tight,” he babbles. Rafayel is positively drunk on you as he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue searching for yours as saliva dribbles down your chins. The squelch of your walls fills the room as you kiss heady, muffled moans into each other. His big hands are still on your ass as he moves your body in time with his thrusts. You don’t even need to think. Why would you, when all you can feel is him? Your clit rubs against him and it’s almost raw from the friction.

He’s losing himself and using your body for your own pleasure and it makes you feel filthy, but you find that you don’t really mind. Rafayel has left marks all over your neck, and you’ve left long angry red welts on his back in response. You hang onto him while he fucks into you, your thoughts only filled with his cock bruising your walls. “You’re so good,” Rafayel pants out, but you’re too far gone to hear him say it. “You’re so warm, I’ve been waiting for this, wanted this for so long, ngh…! So fucking tight!” He presses into you and stills, grinding himself into you and relishing the way your walls flutter around his cock in response. He continues thrusting after that, but slower this time as you try to catch your breath.

“Too m-much, it’s too much,” you repeat as he goes in deeper. Overstimulation is catching up to you but he can only laugh. He’s a cruel lover, you realize, as he picks up the pace despite your whining. The coil in your gut is wound tight, and it’s when he rubs that spot just right is when you finally cum. You grip him like a vice and he lets out a strangled moan as you try to swallow them with a kiss. He’s fucking you through your orgasm as he babbles and cries about how tight you are, how good you are, and how much he loves you. 

“I’m gonna, gh–! Your Highness..!” He tries to pull away to not accidentally finish inside, but you smile devilishly and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him back in. “You–!”

“It’s fine, Rafayel,” you try to say but the edges of your vision are going black from how intense the pleasure is. Your ankles lock over the other as you try to meet his thrusts with equal fervor, but the adrenaline is slowly running from your body. “If we have children, then we’ll just have to get married, right?” You manage to joke but you feel his cock twitch from it. You laugh. “O-oh god, you want that, don’t you? You want to get married? Have children?” You hiss out and smirk as you say this. “I belong to you, don’t I, Rafayel? You’ve ruined me for everyone else, so you have to take–Fuck–! responsibility.” Your toes curl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, another orgasm building. You can feel something wet on your neck and you realize what it is.

“You’re crying?” You tease him further and he lets out a pathetic whimper that sends your blood boiling. “Do you want me that bad?”

“Yesyesyes–! Princess, please,” Rafayel sobs as he bites your shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I’m yours,” he rambles, “I’ll take responsibility, ngh, I’ll do anything for you, please!” He’s rutting desperately into you, pressing into your cervix deeper and deeper until he yells your name out. It’s the first time he’s ever said it, and the shock of it sends you reeling as you milk him for all he’s worth. Heat spreads throughout your core as he finishes inside you, and there’s a deep satisfaction on your face as you relish in the feeling. He’s sniffling now, and you pat his head, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Your body is already starting to ache now that the adrenaline is bleeding from you, and you sigh as he pulls out from you. The sight of cum leaking out of you is seared into his mind, but when he looks at your face, you’re staring out the window, seemingly unaffected. 

He is laid bare before you, mind, body, and soul. Your robes, your room, your life, this beating nuisance in your chest–none of that is yours. But Rafayel, dear foolish Rafayel. Was he always this weak to love? You don't know, but you are sure of one thing. He's yours. For once in your life, you have something that wholly belongs to you.

“Did you mean everything you said?” You ask plainly, leaning your head back as you gaze upon the empty sands. Your face is unreadable. 

“O-of course I did! Does Your Highness think so lowly of me…?” He tries to look at your face but you don’t bother to even turn your head as you look at him, bored. His heart falls. “Is everything alright?”

“More than fine,” you reply, tone too neutral for him to relax. “It was good.” You sound very serious. 

“Just good…?”

You shrug. He frowns. Did you really mean it? “It was good,” you repeat. Your fingers trail to your leaking cunt and scoop up some of the cum, pressing your thumb and middle finger together as you watch how it strings between them. Uninterested. “We should do it again. I do not know if this is enough to get me pregnant.” You have him wrapped around your finger and you both know it. You feel for your heartbeat and wonder if you’ll ever find it. You want to ask Rafayel if he could search for it. 

He looks like he’s going to cry again and you smile serenely, opening your arms to embrace him as the tears flow. A Lemurian’s tears are precious, and you realize that he might be your greatest treasure. “Would you prove your love for me, Rafayel?” You coo and place a soft kiss on his cheek. Despite the warmth between your bodies, none of it reaches your voice. 

He should pull away. He should shove himself off you and tell you that you’re being ridiculous, that you’re being too cold, that he wants a response to his love. But he can’t. Rafayel isn’t brave, and so he sniffles while you soothe him, allowing himself to give in to your poison that is your kiss. 

The dagger lies on the floor, and so does his heart.

[sarahgrows]

New leaf happenings! I forgot to throw my Pothos Party in here but the Jade pothos is growing another leaf (my PParty is just golden and jade pothos potted together).

White Princess Philo: this new leaf is like this because when she was growing a new leaf prior, I accidentally broke it off. So now she has chosen to produce new growth here and it looks like this right now and it's fine. For now.

My Satin pothos is struggling I won't lie. Despite the fact she has an amazing root system she did lose several leaves. There is however a new leaf unfurling so she can't be doing that bad. I'm really excited to see her flourish. Such pretty leaves.

Silver Amydrium SM's new leaf looks like a scorpion tail and I love it. So interested to see what this lead will look like because the fenestrations on all of the leaves have varied so far.

Prince of Orange back to regular leaf production it seems. This one is coming out smoothly and looks like there is another one on its way already too. I'm so glad he's thriving again. I was genuinely concerned for a while.

Baby WPP is creating a new one already. I can't explain how excited I am for her.

Violin Philo is finally unrolling her green carpet for us.

Everyone say hi to my Black Cardinal Philo. She used to be A LOT more full. Maybe a month ago her leaves started helping and just seemed to die off. Growth stunted, the one leaf that was including was just stuck, blah blah mess. I cut those leaves off and she has done well ever sense. Fingers crossed she continues to thrive!

Last but not least is the new leaf on my ficus. There are two but this one is the most exposed. She just needed a change of scenery and for my process engineer to tell her she's beautiful every day 😍

[glubandeepspace]

thinking about rafayel and the process of loving mc

how in forgotten sea he only had a month (+ however long they may have known each other as kids) and her loving him was treated like a requirement but he had a resigned air to that part of it, how he wasnt supposed to love her as much as he ultimately did

how he loved sea witch mc bc she was the same mc but amnesiac but all the traits that remained and eventually returned. probably similar applied to siren's song's mc

so basically memories influence a lot of this, but he has kept an eye on linkon mc so long he ofc knows that how much even more she is different. but even then he'd know every similarity still fatefully there and memorize every new thing just as well, and even if hes way more wary about love now let alone the two-way kind he cant help craving what he was repeatedly robbed of before,

sure that surely there is an end to that cycle (and mc's cycle of being born into the most shitty situations too where ppl keep wanting to use her even after shes freed of the worst, and he does not want to be one of them as the sea demands bc it uses him doesnt care if she was manipulated into that betrayal or how he still felt (and the risks he takes are calculated) where they can at least remain alive n good company longer,

but ofc he falls all the way again bc shes so sweet and fun and strong blahblah and it's extremely better than ever but then god the world dies and more centuries pass and shes a recyclable fucking princess on philos and hes so so worn and yet-!!

[unluckywisher]

Love and deepspace x sailor moon crossover?

Well, it's not really a crossover, more like an au?

I think sailor moon/princess serenity/usagi would either be mc or xaiver?

Tuxedo Mask/Mamoru would mc or xaiver?

This seems like a cool au?

Ooooooh big brain!!!

MC as Usagi “In the name of the moon, I’ll fuck you up!” XD

And Xavier as Tuxedo Mask (Lumiereeeee) “My job here is done!” “But you didn’t do anything” *Wooshes away anyways*

And the fact that MC is the Queen of Philo… Princess Serenity… AND SHE DOESN’T KNOW. AND XAVIER/TUXEDO MASK IS LOOKING FOR HER. IT ALL COMES TOGETHER HELL YEAH. + All the bunny themes… Jeremiah as Motoki…

Not to mention it would be really fun to see MC and Xavier go through an enemies to lovers arc when they’re not suited up (maybe while they work as Hunters).