#the Philosians

[moonsavior]

♪ Philos was home to a species capable of communicating primarily through song ♪

Philosophers were extraterrestrial humanoid species who heavily communicated through singing. They sang in low, hooting tones in the language Philosophian to mark territory and regarded response calls as a challenge. Philosophers dedicate part of the formative years of their lives perfecting their personal songs; Some Philosophers glow while singing, others emit a low vibration or teleport rapidly in place as if blinking in and out of existence .

When Daughters are born, the Mother sings a certain pitch that her daughter will learn to imitate.

When Sons are born, they learn to imitate the sounds of other male figures around them.

While perfecting their personal songs, Philosophers sing to connect and will sing until a specific voice matches them. Afterwards, they are matched and become Partners who must sing out a verbal vow renewal to help solidify the harmony in their Pair Bond.

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[semipreciousgemstonejade]

Random things about Philosian Men...

They sleep during the day.

Personally attacked by spice.

And my favourite trait of all, masters of what I like to call the "Philosian smirk™". IYKYK

I caught Xavier smirking after he untied MC's hair in Wander in Wonder: Floral Blessing. I never realised until a few months ago that it's one of his general animations and I'll never be the same again.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

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Aaaa thank youuuuu so much! This makes me so happy (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

Please have a flower. It comes with Kittylus ^^

[callmetippytumbles]

Everyone else: Friend? Sir, the tip of your dick has been playing pile up with my guts.

Me: Um, how are you going to your hunter job during the day while doing public appearances and getting penetrated by the head of Onychinus at night? That man has run afoul of the law enforcement agency…THAT YOU WORK AT. Isn’t that a massive conflict of interest?

call me his “friend” again and i’m showing linkon a real deepspace incident

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I have a silly thought that I would like to share with you. Sometimes, I make random noises as a sort of verbal keysmash. Wouldn't it be funny if the verbal keysmashes were somehow Lemurian swear words? Or an old Philos curse?

Gibberish … Maybe?

How I imagine the LADS men reacting to you accidentally saying something in another language. Whole time you just made a random noise and have no clue what they’re even talking about. A/N: Imagine saying "manamana doot dee de dee tee" and they think you just cursed them out in a different language

Zayne

Doorways and staircases really suck sometimes because why did you completely forget what you came in the kitchen for as soon as you walked through the cased opening. You stood there dumbfounded and made a random noise which you could only refer to as a ‘verbal keyboard smash’

Zayne: Where did you learn that? MC: Learn what? Zayne: You just said ‘Forevermore’ in latin MC: I literally made the most random noise my brain could think of Zayne: That was latin clear as day MC: How the hell do you know latin? Zayne: I studied it MC: Why? Zayne: Why not?

From then on Zayne sends you random quotes in latin just to see if you can tell what they say. You keep telling him you never learned latin and have no clue what he’s talking about. After months of him teaching you bits of latin you two have your own little secret language now.

Rafayel

Your brain must've stopped working for a second because here you are opening the oven with your left hand and reaching in with your right hand. The problem? The oven mitt is on your left hand. Just as the tip of your finger is about to hit the edge of that scalding hot cookie sheet you pull your hand back making the most random shocked noise.

Rafayel: What did you just call me? MC: What are you talking about? Rafayel: You just basically called me a barnacle muncher in glubbanese MC: Glubba what?! Rafayel: Who taught you that? MC: Nobody taught me anything what in the blue fuck are you talking about? Rafayel: Are you seeing other Lemurians? MC: I made a random noise Raf get outta my ear with all this

You turned to pull your baked goods out of the oven and set them on the stove. You quickly turned the oven off before turning back to him.

MC: Also aren’t you the only Lemurian left Rafayel: Me and my aunt Talia … wait!

He grips you by the shoulders

Rafayel: Was it her?! I knew it! I'll be back MC: NO! I-

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence as he turned on his heels and made a beeline for the front door. You try to stop him from storming out the door, but he was too fast. You stare at the door dumbfounded because you still have no clue what the actual fuck glubbanese is.

Xavier

Xavier was the perfect body pillow to lean against while you read a book. Perhaps you were a little too immersed in your book because when the major plot twist came the most unintelligible string of gibberish came out of your mouth. You felt Xavier stiffen behind you which broke you immersion.

MC: What's wrong? Xavier: Why did you say that? MC: Say what? Xavier: You just said something rather strange in Philosian MC: I said what in philosophy? Xavier: I’d rather not repeat it MC: Xav I literally just made a random noise Xavier: Well that random noise is ‘hairy anus’ in philosian MC: WHAT???

You sat up so fast you somehow managed to fall off the couch hitting your elbow on the coffee table. Xavier pulled you back onto the couch checking to make sure you were okay before you notice the grin he’s trying to hold back. He finds this whole thing hilarious.

MC: Stop laughing! Xavier: I should’ve known you didn’t mean to say that MC: I didn’t say anything I made a random noise Xavier: I’m sure you’ll be more careful next time MC: If Philosian sounds like random throat noises then yea I guess I'll be more careful

Sylus

You were laying on the plush couch in Sylus’ study while he was taking a few business calls. He said he would be done soon however the boredom was getting to you. With absolutely zero thought you blurted out a random noise. You didn’t think much of it until you looked over and saw Sylus starring at you; his brows furrowed and his head cocked. You sat up confused on why he was looking at you as if you’d just called him a no neck bitch or something.

Sylus: Where did you learn that? And when? MC: Learn what? Sylus: You just tried to curse me MC: I didn’t do anything…… Sylus: That was a curse in ancient Philosian MC: That was random gibberish Sylus: …. MC: Fix your face Sylus: Trying to get rid of me sweetie? MC: I’m not trying to do anything! Sylus: Unfortunately for you those curses don’t work on me you’ll have to try something else MC: What in the blue hell do you mean ‘try something else’ I didn’t try anything in the first place!

Ever since you supposedly tried to curse him in a language you’d never heard of he’s constantly teasing you. He checks in from time to time to see if you’ve taught yourself any new spells and you tell him the same thing every time.

MC: Sylus it was a random noise Sylus: Keep telling yourself that Sorceress

[shaiyasstuff]

I want to request a proposal scenario with either Sylus, Zayne, or both, whichever you prefer. One where he proposed to by his s/o logically pointing out the benefits of marriage… and then adding the emotional reason of "and because I love you and I could love you for the rest of my life" at the end.

Thank you for the request!!

I think it’s cause of the typos so I didn’t quite understand but I tried to deliver hehe. I wrote two short scenarios (let me know if you wanted something different) for sylus and zayne, reacting to S/O saying “because I love you and I could love you for the rest of my life.”

Zayne

He’s at the kitchen table, sleeves pushed to his elbows, one hand resting around a mug he hasn’t touched in a while.

The tea’s gone cold. Light spills through the window in soft gold, casting long shadows across the floor.

He doesn’t look up when you enter. Not right away.

You step closer, steady. Calm.

“Zayne.”

His gaze lifts at the sound of your voice. Quiet. Focused.

“We already live together,” you say, voice even. “We split expenses. You do the grocery runs because I always forget something. I keep the plants alive because you’d drown them otherwise.”

That earns you a faint flicker of a smile—barely there, but you catch it.

“It works. We work.”

He doesn’t interrupt. Just listens. Like he always does.

“I’ve been thinking,” you go on, fingers lacing together.

“Marriage wouldn’t change the way we live. Not really. We already support each other. Emotionally, practically. It makes sense.”

You draw a breath.

“And… because I love you. And I could love you for the rest of my life.”

The silence that follows is a quiet kind of full. Zayne stands—unhurried, composed.

He crosses to you, his presence grounding.

His hands come up to your face, slow and deliberate, thumbs brushing your cheek with that gentleness only he has.

His eyes don’t waver.

“…Then let me spend the rest of my life with you.”

No theatrics. No hesitation. Just truth, in the way he always gives it.

—•

Sylus

He’s hunched over his desk, sleeves rolled up, hands stained with oil and something darker.

Whatever he’s fixing is a tangle of wires and glinting metal, chaos disguised as control. Mephisto sits nearby, head tilted, unnervingly still.

You clear your throat but he doesn’t so much as glance at you.

“I’ve been thinking,” you say lightly. “Marriage could be…strategic.”

He hums without turning, a sound that’s almost a threat. “Mm. And here I thought you weren’t into theatrics.”

“You’re still the most wanted man in Philosian history. A legal bond with me could grant you conditional immunity. In certain jurisdictions.”

That gets a reaction. He chuckles—dry, amused, dangerous. “Are you bribing me with bureaucracy, darling?”

You step closer. “That… and the fact that I already know your blood type, your caffeine threshold, and the exact tone of voice to use when you’re seconds from blowing up a Council member.”

Another pause.

The sound of a wire sparking, a tool clattering against the desk.

“We’ve survived black holes,” you go on. “Ambushes. Your temper. Our odds are ridiculous, but we keep making it out.”

Slowly, deliberately, he turns. One brow raised. Half a smile, sharp enough to cut.

“Now that,” he says, “is the closest thing to a love letter I’ve ever received.”

You don’t smile. Not yet.

“Also,” you say, voice lower now, “I love you. And I could love you for the rest of my life.”

The grin fades like smoke.

For a second, he just stares. As if he’s scanning for traps.

Then he’s moving—faster than he should be able to.

One moment you’re talking, the next his hands are on your waist and his eyes are locked on yours like you’re a promise he never thought he’d get to keep.

“Careful,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You keep talking like that and I might actually believe you.”

You don’t flinch. “Believe it.”

His gaze drops to your lips, then back up. Dangerous. Reverent.

“You want to marry me,” he repeats, more like a statement than a question.

You nod.

A beat. A breath.

Then, quietly—

“Then I dare you.”

He kisses you like it’s a deal sealed in blood and fire.

Like you just offered him the one thing he’s never been able to take: a future.

“Let’s burn the stars down, darling,” he whispers.

“Together.”

[starmocha]

HELLO. MAY I INTEREST YOU IN SOME FALLEN ANGEL CALEB BRAINWORM

very much based on this previous post I had made lol

btw i'm also begging for an angel/devil au, but we're the devil he falls in love with and he gets cast out of heaven and i would totally write this if i was not juggling 82438238932 wips rn.....but we'll see i tend to do the most impulsive things ever

tagging some ppl who i feel like to enable my intrusive brainworms often <333 @solifloris @aeyumicore @deepspacenova @quiet-oracle @philosians

this is totally not based on all of the biblical references/symbolism surrounding Caleb

apple — symbolizes knowledge, but also temptation, sin, immortality. and as in the story of Adam and Eve in the Book of Genesis, it also represents the fall of man. Also known as the "forbidden fruit".

name — The name Caleb is of Hebrew origin, meaning wholehearted, faithful and dog-like. In the Old Testament, a follower of Moses named Caleb, was rewarded for his faithfulness and was one of the few to visit the Promised Land.

Caleb's love of flying and being in the sky — ...no angel reference here, no sirree.

Caleb returning to the main story after the...explosive...events of chapter four...I'm not saying it's a rebirth (which in a biblical sense could mean a number of things, including seeking forgiveness and salvation).

Caleb and MC both talking about keeping the other person to themself, in a world of their own.......could mean anything. Not like it's a direct reference to Adam and Eve only having each other in the Garden of Eden, their own paradise. Oh what's this, one of Caleb's theme songs is called "Weightless Paradise" ....what a coincidence.....

The report stating Caleb and MC are the optimal weapon for destroying one another...probably means nothing. Never mind the fact that Eve was also created for Adam from one of Adam's ribs.

And she is the one who persuades him to eat the forbidden fruit, setting in motion their exile from Eden.

Surely, the gratuitous back shots are not trying to make you think of wings, right.

It's probably just a coincidence that the back of Caleb's uniform looks like there's an emblem of wings. And oh, what's that, when he is hurt in battles, his uniform is torn the most in the back...not saying this is trying to depict his wings being mutilated and torn off. 🙂

But you should all absolutely read @eeriepromis analysis about seraphim for funsies.

Choosing to give Caleb the Evol to manipulate gravity was probably not intentional........not like he could make himself float almost like he is flying............

I'm sure this means absolutely nothing that in the third theme song Cosmic Encounter, Caleb and MC are both falling from the sky (the "heavens," if you will). 🙂 This probably has nothing to do with the image of him being cast out of Heaven and fallen from grace.

random lines that I am in no way inferring he is speaking like he is her guardian angel

"I'm Caleb. I'll always be by your side." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-4

"Lay a hand on her again, and I will kill you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-9

"I will protect you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 2-7

"No one can take me away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Then, can you carry a little of this sin, too? Don't leave me in this loneliness any longer." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"...When you held my hand that day for the first time, I knew I'd never get away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"So, don't be afraid... No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Maybe it's because... I love you a little more than you realize." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"But until that final moment, we'll always be together." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Even if it's pain... As long as it's from you, I want it." — Memoria: Painful Signal

"Don't go... Don't leave me alone." — Memoria: Endless Summer

"A ruined world doesn't deserve you." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"I want you to stay here. Stay with me." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"Let me protect you... I can guarantee this will be the last time." — Bond: Rain's Embrace

"I won't lose! I have someone I must protect!" — Memoria: Deceptive Solitude

✨fallen angel Caleb myth pls✨

✨pretty pls fallen angel Caleb myth✨

[voidsylus]

the reasoning behind sylus name

so you mean to me that his philosian name was too hard to pronounce so we named him sylus and he kept that name all this time in hopes that we’ll find each other and remember him

[moonsavior]

💫 Philos Report 🪐 Burials

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💫 Philosophers buried their dead by weaving flowers in their hair to form crowns around the deceased’s heads. The flowers with the most long lasting fragrances grew in Starfall Forest.

Rumor had it, when stars fell into the forest they sprinkled the dust of the ages on the soil, which promoted healthier roots and caused rainfalls allowing misty moonbows to appear above the treetops.

[pyxiehollowinside]

Xavier ⭐️🐰 Headcannons

-Xavier loves cartoons and anime.

-He’s a My Hero enthusiast and used to be really active in the cosplay community and always went to ComicCon

-On their days off MC and Xavier stay in Pjs all day eat snacks and watch cartoons.

-They never go out and always order take out. (Unless it’s hot pot)

-Their apartment is 90% blankets.

-Xavier has a sick PC set up and they game together a lot in their free time as well.

-He burns himself while cooking all the time so he’ll just go to MC with puppy dog eyes asking her to kiss it to make it better

-He’s a tit man mainly because they make good pillows and he regularly falls asleep cuddled up on top of MC

-He cannot sit through a movie. No matter what movie or show it is he’s asleep after 30 mins. Because of this he doesn’t get mad when she watches their show without him because if she didn’t she’d never get through it

-When he first came to Earth he tried to greet people using a greeting only Philosians use and got really embarrassed when he found out no one knew what he was trying to do and they just all thought he was weird

-He has a terrible diet mainly because he’s too lazy and unskilled to cook so he just has a lot of frozen meals and easy Mac and cup of noodles

[3fingersofscotch]

When Two Worlds Collide

Pairing: M/M/F Rafayel x Sylus x AFAB Reader

Summary: You neglect your bodyguard duties because Sylus asked you out on a date. But when Rafayel shows up at the same Gala, Sylus looks at him like a pretty thing worth collecting.

******

Or you peg the shit out of Rafayel while Sylus watches and a whole bunch of other fun.

Happy Birthday, Rafayel! My beautiful lemurian, love... please let me peg you.

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI! Threesome, extremely smutty with enough plot to make you feel good about it, Blow Jobs, Pegging, Drunk Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, Pussy Eating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism.

Ao3- 3fingers_of_scotch

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Its hard to get used to this level of extravagance.

Staring at a set of broad shoulders adorned by an immaculately tailored heather gray sports coat you feel so out of place. You were doing your best to try and hid your awkwardness and match Sylus’s cool demeanor every time he looks down at you to check in.

You finger the bespoke black gown Sylus insisted that you wear tonight—bedazzled with jewels that felt they were worth more than your life when he turns back around and places a glass of champagne in your hand.

“Little dove, you look tense,” Sylus observes casually as he pulls you closer to his side.

You fix your face, smiling as you take for first sip of sweet champagne. Too sweet and cheap clearly, as it leaves a less than desirable aftertaste on your tongue.

You’ve grown accustom to Sylus’s penchant of skinship. It bothered you at first, the way he’d reach out nonchalantly drape his arm around you, or ticklishly finger your waist. But today, you lean into him, a small sigh of relief escaping you as you feel reassured by his presence.

“I’m fine, Sylus,” you reassure as you take another sip of the cheap swill they had the audacity to serve after Sylus has donated millions of dollars to… uh… wait.

“So, Sylus. You never told me why we are here at this Gala.”

You look up, barely catching a grimace as he discreetly spits the questionable hors d'oeuvres into a napkin.

“I donated a few million towards the Arts District in Linkon after the big flood. The money went towards renovating the Fine Arts Museum, the symphony hall, the opera house… And the restoration of one of Rafayel’s pieces.”

You choke on you cheap champagne. “Rafayel’s pieces?”

Sylus looks down, smirking slightly. “Yes, your little artist boyfriend’s piece ‘Siren’s Demise’ was water damaged in the flood.”

You flush indignantly. “He isn’t my boyfriend. How do you know that I know him, anyway?”

He flashes you a knowing look and you realize of course, that Mephisto definitely gave you away.

Sylus takes both of your glasses of unfinished, cheap champagne and handing them to nearby wait staff before casually remarking, “If he isn’t your boyfriend, he wants to be. Speak of the devil.”

You whip your head around, and sure enough, Rafayel stands next to his restored painting, looking chic in black slacks and what was probably a blouse from the women’s section.

“Hey, cutie,” Rafayel’s smile disappears from his face when he spots Sylus. Crossing his arms, he huffs, refusing to look in your direction.

“When you said that you couldn’t bodyguard for me tonight, I didn’t know you were going to be hanging out with a crime lord.”

What?

You can practically here the rumble in Sylus’s chest as he chuckles with amusement.

“Sweetie… you didn’t tell me your little boyfriend was a Lemurian.”

Again… what?

Both of your heads whip around, staring at Sylus in shock as that devilish smirk grows broader.

“What? I know a Lemurian when I see one. So… pretty. I can almost smell the attitude and sparkling scales.”

Rafayel flushes heatedly.

“Well, I know a Philosian when I see one.”

You whip around in shock once more. “What?”

“Ashy haired, tall… handsome bastards… the whole lot of you.” Rafayel turns to storm off in a huff and without thinking, you give chase.

“Raf!” Its difficult to catch up in heels, but when you do, you find him sulking in a corner trying to collect himself so that the press doesn’t see.

“Rafayel, are you ok-“

“He just had to be so fucking tall. And handsome. I want to slap his stupid handsome face,” Rafayel mutters under his breath.

“Oh, come on. Is it really so bad that I’m out with another friend?” You ask, rolling your eyes.

“When they are that handsome? Yes. How am I supposed to compete with that?” He looks even more agitated as he brushes his hair out his eyes. “And why does he have to be so fucking tall?”

Both of you practically jump out of your skin as Sylus suddenly appears behind you.

“I really had no say in how tall I’d grow. Maybe you should have eaten your vegetables?” Sylus jokes, but it doesn’t do a lick to eliminate the tension in the air.

Rafayel’s scowl grows as you spot the paparazzi approaching from behind Sylus’s broad shoulders.

“Ugh, I don’t think I can deal with your arrogant ass and Delphy at the same time.” Raf tries to storm off when Sylus reaches out to stop him.

“Arrogant?” Sylus tries to sound offended, but you can tell he is amused. “I haven’t spoken but 50 words to you. I’m already arrogant?”

Rafayel looks more and more agitated, pulling his elbow out of Sylus’s grip and glaring at Delphy as she approaches closer still with that ridiculous camera and the better than you grin she always seemed to wear when she caught wind of a story.

You suddenly double over feigning pain.

“I don’t feel so good,” you whimper. “I think those ghastly hors d’oeuvres did me in.”

Both bickering men rush to your aid, gently supporting your weight. Sylus grabs his phone, calling a car to be brought around to the front immediately as Rafayel soothingly strokes your back.

“You okay?” He whispers into your ear.

“Play along. Let’s get out of here before I deck that bitch,” you whisper back and Rafayel grins before picking you up bridal style.

“Everyone! Out of the way! There is something wrong with the food!” Rafayel shouts as he runs out the front door towards the car Sylus called for you and suddenly, the 3 of you are packed into the back of a small luxury limo with no plan.

Sylus looks at Rafayel with obvious amusement as Rafayel began to visibly panic, having not thought of what could happen next.

“Uh… you can let me out on the corner,” Rafayel manages to stammer, grabbing the door handle and trying urgently to let himself out.

“The child safety lock is on. We can’t get out,” Sylus remarks with a sly smile before shifting his gaze to you.

“Well kitten, our fun got cut short. I wouldn’t mind starting over elsewhere. Your little boyfriend can join.”

For a moment, the car is silent and you can’t help but notice Rafayel not interjecting about not being your boyfriend, Sylus’s earlier teasing replaying in your head.

‘If he isn’t your boyfriend, he wants to be.’

Rafayel’s ear burn bright red, his arms crossed as he sits and simmers in silence.

“Rafayel? Do you… do you want to hang out a bit?” You watch as your bratty lemurian friend softens, arms falling to his side, although his gaze remains fixed out the window.

“For you. If you are the one asking,” Rafayel mumbles. “And there better be food involved. The Gala food was… appalling.”

“That, we can agree on,” Sylus remarks, tapping on the partition. As it lowers, he asks the driver to make a quick stop for takeout.

It occurs to you a plan really hadn’t been laid out, but in a few minutes, the car stops and suddenly smells delicious and a few more minutes later, it stops again in front of one of Sylus’s safe houses.

And before you knew it, the three of you were sitting in the dining room, the same awkward silence from the car ride following you here as you watch two worlds collide.

At least the food was good.

Rafayel continued to glare and Sylus continued to smirk and you continued to nervously look back and forth, racking your brain for ways to alleviate the tension when you spot a bottle of gin.

Alcohol. Perfect.

You shove one final dumpling in your mouth and it seems everyone had an idea to get up at the same time. You stand, Rafayel stands, Sylus stands and you all freeze for a moment before Sylus puts a vinyl record on an antique gramophone.

Rhapsody in Blue swells- the kickoff- a playful tune of the clarinet and the environment suddenly feels very American Prohibition. Fitting, given Sylus’s love of Gin Fizz.

Rafayel follows you to the kitchen as you ice 3 martini glasses and pull out ingredients to make the only non-martini gin cocktail you know how to make… a southside.

“So…” Rafayel says, tone leaning more towards playful. “When did you get cozy with the leader of a criminal syndicate?”

You slap fresh mint loudly between your palms to release the aroma before dropping it into the cocktail shaker.

“You’re the one that sent me into the N109 zone, Raf. You shouldn’t be surprised that I made a few friends along the way.”

Gin, lime juice, simple syrup and ice join the mint and you shake until the metal in your hands becomes so cold it hurts. The ice water chilling the glasses gets tossed into the sink, replaced with the cocktail and garnished with additional mint.

“I suppose that’s fair,” he says with a smile, head shifting to the side causing purple bang to tumble into his eyes. “But the Sylus… you make interesting friends.”

Rafayel reaches for a fresh cocktail, lifting it to his lips and sipping carefully.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be… good looking in person,” he remarks, humming in approval as he takes another sip.

“Talking about me?” Sylus drawls from right behind Rafayel causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Holy SHIT!” Rafayel sets his southside down and rinses the liquor off his hands in the sink. “You walk around like a sneaky… cat. I hate cats.”

“Sorry to disturb you.” Sylus’s apology sounds empty as he reaches for a cocktail as well, eyeballing you up and down.

“Pet. You look both stunning… and uncomfortable in that gown. There are some spare clothes in the guest room down the hall and to the left if you’d like to get comfy.”

You release the breath you had no idea you were holding.

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t thinking about it. This dress is heavy.” You down the rest of your drink as Sylus’s fingers trace the jewels on your side.

“Hmm… yes. Well, you are wearing nearly a million dollars in rubies,” he nearly purrs in your ear. You refuse to look Rafayel’s way as you here him sputter, spilling his drink once more.

“Uh… yes. I guess I will be right back.” You practically rush down the hall with plans to return quickly, but your dress is too heavy and difficult to remove. It takes 5 minutes and a seam ripper to wriggle out of it and when you are free, you are hot and red in the face and need a minute to cool down. The entire time, you worry about how awkward conversation might be while you are gone.

To your surprise however, the two seemed to have made themselves more comfortable. Sylus’s coat and tie were draped over a chair with Rafayel’s belt and Rafayel looked a bit disheveled with his blouse untucked and lightly wrinkled.

“Sweetie, these were good. How did you make them?” Sylus brandishes an empty glass.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be completely awkward.

A few more rounds of liquid courage 17 topics later and you find yourself draped on the couch, back firmly pressed against Sylus’s chest and legs in Rafayel’s lap and the way their fingers brush less than innocently against your skin makes you tingle.

“Alright, I’ll be honest… I’m having a good time,” Rafayel admits, the tips of his ears burning from the alcohol. “I appreciate the rescue. I hate these galas.”

“Mmm, yeah. It did get a lot better, didn’t it?” You can feel Sylus’ chest rumble as he speak and more than your skin tingles as his hand sneaks under your shirt so that his thumb can rub soft circles on your waist.

There are a lot of things that you want to blurt out loud, but the alcohol has made your IQ drop at least 10 points and you choose to keep your mouth shut so that you don’t regret your words tomorrow morning.

Rafayel throws back the last of his drink before chuckling and leaning back, squeezing your thigh.

“So…” He asks more towards Sylus than you. “You didn’t really have to rescue me. So, I guess what I am trying to say is that I appreciate it. But… also, why?”

Rafayel’s eyes dart to the exposed skin around your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You tense slightly as the mood shifts.

“Oh… maybe because you are almost as pretty as she is.”

Rafayel’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Are you… hitting on me?”

Oh… oh dear.

You feel the grip Rafayel has on your thighs become almost painfully tight.

“Isn’t he pretty, kitten?” Sylus whispers in your ear, his lips tickling your earlobe and making you shiver.

You nod as Rafayel’s eyes darken.

“I… I‘m not sober enough for this conversation. I should go…” Rafayel drawls slowly, but fails to remove himself from the couch.

“Oh… I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of you while drunk,” Sylus remarks as his lips begin to trail down the side of your neck.

Rafayel leans forward, his gaze fixed to the wet trail Sylus leaves on your skin. You stare at him in turn. He looks nothing short of famished. He is a thirsty man in a desert and he looks at you like you are a tall glass of water.

“I am very aware of one thing…” Sylus’s lips begin to explore the other side of your neck and you whimper, causing Rafayel’s grip to now become painful.

“You’d want her sober.”

Oh, shit.

Rafayel leans in closer, drawn like a moth to the flame as he watched Sylus do all the things he wished he could do to your body.

“Maybe,” Sylus’s hand reaches up your shirt to caress your breast and you moan, twisting as the heat between your legs becomes uncomfortable. “Maybe, I just want to watch two pretty people touch each other.”

The only word to describe the expression on Rafayel’s face is slutty. He leans in, lips ghosting over yours before asking, “Only if it’s okay with you?”

You answer by pulling lips firmly against your and your world flips upside down as everyone suddenly shifts. Sylus pulls your ass flush against his cock, leaning back, his hand still firmly grasping your breast under your shirt and pulling you back with him. Rafayel responds in kind, crawling on hands and knees so that your lips stay locked.

“I’ve always wanted you,” Rafayel practically whimpers against your lips as Sylus’s hands wander into your shorts. You tremble as your lips part and Rafayel’s tongue wrestles with yours as he pulls your shorts off.

“Hmm, eager?” Sylus’s teases as Rafayel crouches, hastily kissing up your thighs. You whimper petulantly as Sylus’s fingers test your folds before moving to tease your clit.

“Seem you aren’t the only one,” Sylus groans. “Kitten, you are so wet.”

Rafayel smacks Sylus’s hand away, his tongue lapping your clit as Sylus pulls your shirt over your head to kiss across your shoulders.

“Mmm,” Sylus murmurs against the back of your neck. “He is feral. I like it. Do you like it kitten?”

“Yes!” Your hands grip Rafayel’s hair as he begins to slowly pump two fingers inside you and continues to diligently lap at your clit. “I… oh, God! I love it!”

Rafayel moans between your legs. “I finally know how you taste. I can’t get enough.” He nuzzles as he laps, nose buried tightly in your navel and his fingers pick up the pace causing you to buck and yelp.

Sylus shifts, rutting against your ass and you realize just how huge he feels against you, causing you to shudder.

Rafayel suddenly applies rhythmic pressure to your navel with the palm of your hand and you can’t help but shriek as he fingers pump faster as he still works your clit with his tongue.

“FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck… gonna cum! Gonna cum!” Your thighs tighten, gripping Rafayel’s head, but it won’t stop him as his tongue continues to carry you through your orgasm and then some.

“That’s it, kitty. Let us hear you,” Sylus coos into your ear before nibbling your earlobe.

Your body quakes from overstimulation as Rafayel continues. Your toes curl, your grip on his hair tightens and you continue to cry out your bliss as the two men clutching you react.

Rafayel finally surfaces for air, kissing a trail up your abdomen before his lips find yours. You taste yourself on him as brings your hand to feel his arousal straining against his pants.

“Little dove… did he do good?” Sylus rumbles and you nod, whimpering as you still try to catch your breath.

“Then maybe he deserves a reward, hmm? But what kind?”

“Fuck,” Rafayel groans against your lips. “Please,” he begs, voice dripping with need.

Sylus stands with you in his arms and tugs on Rafayel’s shirt.

“Bedroom.”

Your panting echoes in the hallway as Sylus carries you to the master suite. He gently sets you down on the bed before reaching for a drawer and pulling out straps.

Rafayel joins you on the bed, lips kissing arbitrary patterns across your skins for a moment before gasping upon realizing what Sylus was pulling out of its plastic packaging.

“A strap-on? You serious?” Rafayel stammers, eye wide as the dart back and forth between you and Sylus.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Sylus says, eyes challenging. “Look me in the eye and you tell me you wouldn’t absolutely love being taken from behind by her.”

You playfully hold the strap on up, modeling it against your hips.

“I’m down.”

Rafayel’s breath catches in his throat. “Fuck.” Beautiful rosy and blue eyes flick back and forth between you and Sylus before he casts his eyes downward, eyes hidden behind long eyelashes. Palming his face, he takes a deep breath and looks at you once more.

“Fuuuck.”

“Do you want it, Rafayel?” You ask as he sighs burying his in his hands.

“Oh… he wants it,” Sylus responds, eye glowing as he reads Rafayel’s desires.

You lean in closer, lips gently and sweetly pressing against his as Rafayel pulls you closer against him. You trace soothing patterns across his back until he squeezes you tighter.

“You… you don’t think its weird?” he asks hesitantly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“I think it’s hot.”

“FUCK!” You feel Rafayel’s cock jump in his pants. “Yes. Yes. I want it.”

Its your turn to flip Rafayel’s world upside down and you do it with glee as you suck red marks across his neck. You cup his erection through is pants and as your teeth begin to nip his collar bone, you unzip his pants and slide them down with his boxers.

His cock weeps, pre-cum dripping as you grasp and pump it with slow but firm strokes, causing to hiss as he rutted into your hand.

“Shhh. Let me look at you. Take off your shirt.” Rafayel rips his shirt off, and tosses off to the corner and he is flush, panting with blown pupils. His skin is creamy and you nibble near his belly button and tease your way down.

“God, please,” he whimpers as grips the bedspread tightly. “I’ve… I’ve waited so long.”

You glance over at Sylus who made himself comfortable in an armchair, content to watch you touch his Lemurian guest.

“Lube?”

Sylus gestures to the small bottle on the bed next to the strap on. You reach for it, coating your fingers generously before circling Rafayel’s little pink, puckered star.

Rafayel shivers in anticipation when your lips kiss the head of his pretty cock. He was so worked up; it was almost purple like his hair.

“Please-“ he begins to beg when you take his full length in your mouth and push your middle finger in at the same time.

“Oh god!” He sobs, back arching against the bed sharply. You push his hips down against the bed and hold him still as your head slowly bobs up and down his length, finger pumping a bit faster.

“Fuck… yes… so good,” he cries and encouraged, you slip another finger in, scissoring and stretching him out as he sobs with pleasure.

Its feels empowering reducing a Lemurian to tears of pleasure and you relax your jaw, taking his beautiful, weeping cock all the way, his cock entering your esophagus. And with your nose buried deep in a small patch of purple hair, you take a deep breath before your long tongue slowly extend outward to lick his balls causing him to suddenly sit up and grip your hair tightly.

“Kitten… I had no idea you were so talented.” Sylus remarks with clear amusement.

“I… fuuuuck… I didn’t even know this was possible,” Rafayel pants, eyes wild with disbelief.

You slurp on his cock loudly as you return to your rhythm, humming with enthusiasm as your fingers continue to scissor and his hands clench your hair tighter.

He moans and moans until he suddenly grows quiet and you know its because he is just about to tip over the edge when you pull back, causing him to whimper, nearly pouting as he is denied his orgasm.

“Soon,” You promise as you equip yourself with the strap-on.

“Oh, God. Th-this is really happening,” Rafayel stutters.

“Only of you want it to happen,” you reassure before he shakes his head.

“Please. I need this,” he groans as he gets on his hands and knees.

“Facing me,” Sylus directs and Rafayel shifts. “I want to see both of your faces.”

You coat the dildo generously with lube before settling behind Rafayel, your heart pounding in anticipation. You kiss soft trails across his back reassuringly as you slowly push the dildo inside him, causing him to hiss with pleasure.

“He looks so pretty on his hands and knees, doesn’t he, sweetie?” Sylus remarks with mirth.

“Mmm, so pretty. You ready for me to move, pretty baby?” You ask and Rafayel nods as he gasps.

Your hands move to firmly grip his waist and you move, rearing back before carefully pushing forward.

“Good?” You ask as he mewls.

“God, YES!” He cries and its more than enough for you to set an impressive pace, fucking him the way you’ve always wanted to be fucked. With every few thrusts, you change angles slightly, hoping to find his sweet spot. You relish the sounds each thrust elicits when suddenly-

“OH, FUCK! OH, GOD!”

You found it.

A goal. A singular goal. You picture the spot in your head and proceed to ram the ever-loving-shit out of it as Sylus roars with approval.

“If you could just see the slutty look on his pretty face, kitten.”

You could picture it in your head and you bite your lip as beautiful scales reveal themselves around his neck and down his back.

You continue what can only be described as sensuous assault against Rafayel’s prostate when his elbows give out and he plops down, face buried in the sheets. You lose the angle, but only for a second and as you adjust and find it. As you pound into it, he cries out louder.

You see his elbow began to move, matching the pace you’ve set and you give his ass a sharp, stinging slap.

“Oh, he wants to touch himself so badly, kitten,” Sylus remarks, but its obvious in the way Rafayel sobs wantonly into the sheets beneath him.

You lean forward, gripping his hair firmly, turning his head just enough so that he can see you.

“You are going to cum because I fucked the shit out of you. No touching yourself.” Rafayel nods and cries out louder as you resume your pace.

“Please! Please! I’m so close!” Rafayel sobs and you hit that sweet spot with more enthusiasm when his body starts to quake.

“That’s it,” Sylus hums as he strokes himself over his pants and you hear cum splatter against the sheets underneath you.

“Good boy,” You coo, leaning to kiss across Rafayel’s back as he continues to cum on the sheets and you reach between his legs to stroke out the rest.

“God, Raf. You are so pretty when you come,” Sylus hums as he rises, stripping himself of clothing quickly as Rafayel collapses on the bed.

The strap on is ripped off in second and Sylus suddenly pins you to the bed, shoulder to shoulder with Raf and he pushes your lips to his.

You kiss him sweetly as he pants beside you and Sylus positions himself between your legs.

“That was so hot, I don’t think I’m going to last at all,” Sylus groans through gritted teeth, but he plunges inside you with zeal, leaning over to pull Raf closer for a three-way kiss as you moan, legs circling him.

Fuck… finally. You feel so full, his cock stretching you out blissfully, hitting all of the right spots and you realize you aren’t going to last long either. At some point you said it out loud, but your lips become pre-occupied with Raf’s once more and you moan into his mouth as Sylus grunts and uses your body, seeking the relief he’d been denying himself up to this point.

“Fuck, kitten! This is bliss,” Sylus sinks his teeth into the flesh around your pulse point and the pain causes your pussy to throb as he takes you roughly.

“Fuck! Oh! Ohh!” You cry-out, back arching as he hits that spot that makes you see stars over and over.

Raf, still a puddle of goo, reaches over to rub your clit and its game over. You feel your pussy throb violently as you cry out with pleasure, legs shaking around Sylus as he groans with approval.

“Goddamn…” He pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Should I pull out?”

“Fuck no!” you shout and he moans as his hips faulter, sputtering as his cock expands and explodes inside you, panting and groaning with satisfaction, before he collapses to your side.

The three of you lie in silence, save for the panting you can’t seem to slow down.

“Alright…,” Rafayel starts first. “What the fuck… was that?”

“Whatever it was, it was fun,” you answer, suddenly shy as a blush blooms across your face.

“It should happen again sober,” Sylus adds, turning on his side so that he can wrap his arms around you. “That way, I can be sure you are consenting for all the things I want to do you to.” Sylus gently pinches Rafayel’s cheek causing him to huff indignantly.

“You… are lucky you are so goddamn handsome.”

You erupt in a fit of giggles in between them causing the both of them to smirk.

“We should probably get cleaned up…” you ponder aloud as Sylus pulls you closer to spoon you and grabs Raf’s elbow, encouraging him to become your little spoon, but only so he can drape his arm over the two of you at the same time.

“Later,” Sylus hums happily. “Lets just take a few minutes to breathe.”

But the three of you fade to black, the exhaustion and alcohol vapors lulling you to comfortable sleep. And when you wake, you know, things will never be the same again.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

You know what gets me good? What makes my heart swell and my eyes mist up? What I find so touching and beautiful?

That Sylus — who in his myth was reviled and (literally) demonized by humanity at large, and who even in present day N109 Zone is vilified and largely misunderstood — is so universally beloved IRL. Idk it's just something about the contrast to the way he has been treated his whole life in game that really moves me.

For example how in Philos they would paint murals of Sylus where he was depicted as a bloodthirsty monster rightfully slain by the Sacred Judicator, whereas real humans create gorgeous fanart of him being domestic with his wife, or put him on giant led screens or dedicate breathtaking drone shows to him.

Or how the Philosians would write and tell stories depicting him as a vicious inhumane beast who's death marked the happily ever after for their civilisation, whereas real people write the most beautiful pieces of writing delving deep into what an incredibly human and good character he is, or make up endearing, amusing, and touching headcanons about him.

He was made out to be grotesque to look at by his society. In our, his beauty and his face economy was a point brought up during academic debate.

On Philos, they celebrated the day of his death.

On earth, we will celebrate the day of his birth ❤️

[aurorasgate]

hidden achievement: cafe chats

you can unlock a different achievement for this with every li

how to get these achievements:

on the home screen while each li is sitting at the cafe doing the specific thing listed below, tap on them to chat. you can get this achievement by tapping on them 10 times in the same sitting. if they’re doing something other than these actions (like caleb or xavier reading books) it won’t trigger the achievement

xavier: sleeping

rafayel: playing on his phone

zayne: working

sylus: pondering

caleb: using the virtual display

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tag list: @philosians

[ourlittleuluru]

Some kind soul brought back this 360 view of Xavier's apartment!! 😭😭

It's on Weibo: https://m.weibo.cn/detail/5006502584648208

These comments caught my attention:

Basically, someone was noting that the wall behind the sofa on the left, shouldn't be a door and it was just a shadow from the skylight. And they were curious where Xavier's kitchen would be. And OP was like "Couldn't find a kitchen, so I dug out a kitchen" 😂

Another person asked which memory it might be from and OP said that it was from Xavier's character video

And I went to check... yep... Where the heck is Xavier's kitchen?! 😭

Did he just not have one? Or like is his kitchen a whole adjacent aparment? (⊙_⊙)？

That door behind the sofa seemed too much like a bedroom door, and the other side is already the hallway to the entry way and another door that's likely to just a storage closet...?

His entry hallway didn't seem to have any other paths that might lead to a kitchen either...

This is all assuming that one door behind the sofa does not lead to the kitchen (i mean it really doesn't look like it)

Some random thought/speculation: Maybe he just closed off the kitchen area since he didn't think he'd really cook. Not like him or any other Philosians needed Earth food to survive. And then maybe he really did open up the fake wall that blocked the kitchen off after having met MC. Perhaps this is why there wasn't much mention of exploding kitchens from other tenants before MC arrived and Xavier started trying to cook? I'm running this based off my memory so uh... pardon any mistakes. I need to go re-read and re-listen to all his cards and stories again to double check 😂

But all in all...

INFOLD CONSISTENCY PLS? OR EXPLAIN???? 😭😭😭😭 Or heck! Just give us a whole apartment tour of everyone's places! That'll be fun~

Like the promotional VR event they did when they were promoting the game during release! Imagine being able to run around in VR in any of the guy's place 🥺🥺🥺 And then getting lost in Sylus' mansion... >>;;;

[a-red-light-pledge]

If Philosians are already immortal (Xav + others) why are we thinking this is in the future?

It seems to me all of the myths take place at some point in the past of Philos and the current timeline is… well a loop in which the same events will ultimately unfold.

But… they also watched their supernova in Homecoming Wings. While the time travel timey wimey bs is there, that is just not how light travels. It had to have been thousands of years in the past.

IDK. I’m tired and probably over thinking, but the supernova in HW was there for a reason.

[linkons-most-wanted]

Just had the occasion to have Sylus refer to Xavier as "that Philosian with a superhero kink" and now I kinda want to go through how they'd all refer to each other 😂