˚₊‧꒰ა Xavier ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

nonsharing yumedanshi. he hates seeing other people shipping themselves or other characters with you. it's an instant block from him. he can't stand it.

only enjoys solo fanart of you.

reads fan fiction about you whenever he has the free time to do so. it's a running joke in the fandom that people will find him gushing over you in every comment section of every fic involving you.

keyboard warrior. cannot stand to see people talking shit about you. he will argue with them until they get exhausted and give up.

doesn't care about the gacha aspect of the game or ranking up cards. he's here for you and your story. he will rank up your myth cards to r3 though, purely because he loves the combat with you and finds it fun. hates the devs for not having more combat options or giving more solo banners of you.

likes making memes about you. affectionately takes ugly screenshots of you because he thinks it's cute.

enjoys collecting flat merch of you (art prints, art books, shikishi boards, bookmarks, etc.). he frames and hangs up his favorite artworks of you in his apartment, while the others are on rotation.

has a very round plushie of you which gives him cuteness aggression. he must squeeze you all the time!

takes plushie-you with him to various restaurant dates and takes photos of plushie-you with the food.

keeps plushie-you in his lap whenever he watches a movie/tv show or reads a book. he'll never watch an episode or read a chapter without you.

makes and posts cute little skits with images of plushie-you going on some wacky adventures.

jeremiah once visited xavier's apartment and tried to pick up plushie-you. his hand nearly got sliced off. he never made that mistake again.

listens to your secret times audio to help him fall asleep (and sometimes to help with certain other nighttime activities as well).

˚₊‧꒰ა Zayne ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

nonsharing gachikoi aka a yumedanshi who treats his love for you like a real relationship

your quality time study mode got him through medical school.

he's too employed to spend much time in the fandom trenches. he occasionally enjoys fics and fanart about you when he can, but mostly, he likes bringing a plushie of you around with him in the real world.

he's a little bit shy about his relationship with you. yvonne and greyson don't play the game, but they send fanart of you to zayne all the time. whenever they see merch of you outside, they'll take a pic and send it to zayne, texting him "saw her and thought of you!" sometimes zayne will ask them to buy that merch for him and then pay them back later.

he likes taking pictures of plushie-you everywhere he goes. his favorites are the photos of you and him sharing desserts together and looking at flowers together.

he collects merch of you and has a bookshelf in his home dedicated to his collection. everything is neatly arranged and maintained with regular cleaning. he's very cautious and rarely takes his other merch of you outside with him. he doesn't want to risk anything getting lost or damaged. you're too precious to him.

the one piece of merch he always takes outaide with him is the official wedding ring from your character. he wears it everyday on his ring finger and only takes it off when he washes his hands, when he has to perform surgery, or when he needs to shower.

he wishes you goodnight and falls asleep hugging plushie-you every night. wakes up and wishes you good morning every day.

uses AR mode and attends photobooth events to take pictures with you and keeps a scrapbook album of all the photos. the scrapbook is neat and decorated beautifully with motifs related to you matched with ice related stickers and tape to match his evol.

he sets a monthly budget and spends responsibly. he doesn't really enjoy the gambling aspect of the game. he's only puts up with it for you. his budget is enough to guarantee at least two copies of your cards per event, in case there's a special outfit.

saves money, makes time for friends and relaxation, and attempts to cook and exercise regularly because he doesn't want you to worry about him. he knows you'd want him to take care of himself, so he tries his best for you! ♡

˚₊‧꒰ა Rafayel ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

sharing yumedanshi and himedanshi. he doesn't really care for sharing/nonsharing/shipping fandom discourse. he likes enjoying any content involving you. though, he loves being petty as hell under your haters' posts and then blocking them lol

laments the fact that you're not real every day. he wishes to be reborn as a 3d character in his next life. maybe then, he'll be able to be with you.

draws fanart of you and only you like clockwork, all day, every day. other players know him as your number one fan and the artist who draws you the best. thomas struggles to get him to paint anything else.

also a chaotic fic writer. dozens upon dozens of unfinished drafts. randomly sees god at 3 AM and posts the most amazing masterpiece of a oneshot on ao3. multichapter fics are left abandoned in a graveyard of fics. plot bunnies roam his mind like it's a flowery meadow.

major, major whale. tops up even when he doesn't have to. the game cannot go out of business. he refuses to ever let you die. he needs you to thrive. he must see your events rank no. 1 on the charts. anything less is unacceptable to him.

arranges extravagant fan events for your birthday every year. the venue is always decorated beautifully, every flower and ornament carefully arranged and curated by him. it's always a popular hit with other fans of you.

all. the. plushies. he must have every plushie of you. he sleeps on a mountain of plushie-yous in his bed every night. he also has a height-accurate body pillow of you which he hugs while he sleeps.

carries plushie-you with him whenever he goes outside and posts cute photos of you.

has the best ita bags of you, even handmaking his ita bag to match your aesthetic and merch perfectly.

also brings plushie-you with him to the lectures he teaches, keeping you sat on his desk facing the students at the front of the lecture hall. his students sometimes wave hello and goodbye to plushie-you when they enter and exit the lecture hall.

one time, a student asked "what series is that plushie from?" and rafayel went on a whole tangent explaining all of your lore to the students for the entire three hour lecture that day.

˚₊‧꒰ა Sylus ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

sharing yumedanshi. he loves seeing all the love and appreciation for you. it's what you deserve!

owns every single one of your cards and all cosmetic items/outfits for you. all of your cards are ranked up to R3 and he owns all the recolors of your outfits as well. he's a major whale.

enjoys the gambling aspect of the game, as well as the combat.

also owns all of your official merch and tons of fanmade merch. he only buys the best quality pieces for his collection, of course.

bought the official wedding ring but it was shit quality so he ordered a custom-made, lore accurate ring with high quality materials for himself to wear on the daily. he also ordered a matching one for plushie-you to wear around your neck as a necklace.

buys out bulletin boards and arranges incredible drone shows for your birthday every year.

big bad scary leader of onychinus secretly writes sensual erotica and fluffy comfort self-insert fics featuring himself and you during his free time. a lot of it reflects his own experiences in onychinus. he loves fantasizing about you being his badass partner in crime and co-leader of onychinus. he loves referring to you as "the boss' wife" and himself as "the boss' husband" in his fics. he also loves writing switching dynamics for you and him.

his readers praise him for his realism with the guns, blood, and violence. they even joke that the author must be a mafia boss in real life since their fics are so realistic. if only they knew how true that is...

ignores discourse, mischaracterizations, and bad faith takes about you from other fans. he can't fix stupid.

luke and kieran tease him about his collection sometimes and joke about you being his wife/onychinus' boss-lady + sylus being "miss hunter's husband"

for sylus' birthday, the twins surprise him with a birthday party and cake themed entirely around you. sylus tried to be nonchalant about the surprise, but he couldn't stop smiling the entire time.

loves dressing up plushie-you in luxurious, cute outfits tailor-made for you. has cat ears and tail attachments custom-made for plushie-you as well. he absolutely adores kitty-you.

mephie sometimes snuggles with plushie-you. sylus gets jealous when he sees him and shoos mephie away so he can cuddle with you instead, grumbling, "don't mix me up with mephisto. i'm better" as he hugs you tightly to his chest.

˚₊‧꒰ა Caleb ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

nonsharing gachikoi yumedanshi. seeing other people ship themselves or other characters with you makes him consider committing some not-so-savory crimes. he blocks as easily as he breathes.

proud gege/brother apple/siscon/sister fucker

he can't stand seeing mischaracterizations of you and your meimei trope. he is in the fandom trenches defending you until his very last breath.

if you have a million fans, then caleb is one of them. if you have ten fans, then caleb is one of them. if you have only one fan then that is caleb. if you have no fans, then that means caleb is no longer on earth. if the world is against you, then caleb is against the world. (he uses this copypasta all the time. his followers are tired of him.)

also loves overusing "Un-Follow Me Now. This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Tweet About For The Next Week. Ive Wanted This For Years Fuck. What The Fuck." tweet every time a new event about you comes out.

posts random memes, thoughts, and analyses about you all the time, even while on shift at work.

re-reads your cards all the time, getting excited every time he notices a new detail about you. posts detailed translations of your cards as well.

he daydreams about spoiling you all the time while he's at his job working at the fleet. he wishes you were real so he could see your smile every time he gives you a gift or does something for you.

loves cooking your favorite meals at home and eating them with you across the table using quality time mode. also uses the other quality time features with you regularly as well (work mode, sleep mode, and workout mode).

makes romanceable mods of you in other games and a fanmade visual novel as well

whales like crazy. ranks up all of your cards to r3 and owns all of your cosmetic items.

his apartment is completely filled with merch of you, with candles lit around a special shrine of you. his friends and even other fans are concerned for his sanity.

he also has merch of you in his desk at work, in his car, in his gym bag, his backpack, etc. so you're always with him everywhere he goes.

gideon NEVER touches any of caleb's merch. he wants to live a long life, okay?!

one time, one of your solo banner trailers dropped while he was still on shift as the colonel at the fleet. his subordinates saw him staring at his phone, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile. they were terrified.

✿ that's it! ty for reading. lmk if you enjoyed or if you want more! ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

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some sort of protofield fluctuation has you both trapped together in a close environment, pink fog permeating the air, heating up your bodies to the point of feverish delirium. both your clothes and his clothes are torn from battle. his eyes can't help but linger on your skin, on the soft expanse of your stomach and thighs, your tits threatening to spill out through the torn white fabric of your hunter's uniform.

caleb knows he shouldn't be looking at you this way. he knows this is wrong, he knows you're his precious little sister and big brothers don't look at their little sisters like they're meant to be fucked.

but your face is flushed and your chest is heaving and each breath has you squeezing your thighs together while caleb's hard-on grows. years and years of repressing his feelings, of watching you grow and pretending like it doesn't kill him to see you not needing him anymore, of stealing your under and jacking off to the scent only for the guilt to eat him alive afterwards—it's mint dropped into a shaken up can of soda ready to burst.

so when you grab the back of his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss of sweetness and scorn alike, he clings to you and doesn't let go. his large hands grabbing and squeezing every place he can reach, tearing apart the fabric, the cold metal of his mechanical arm teasing your nipples into growing hard. caleb kisses you with a desperate need, a yearning that can't be explained with words but can be encompasses in the frantic rolling of his hips against yours, and in the breathless gasps in between your lips and his.

"we can't—" caleb chokes out, even as your hands roam his stomach and unbuckle his belt. "we shouldn't—"

you shouldn't and yet you are and you're enjoying it. hands which held your heart like no one else finally holding your body and touching you in places you've never shared with anyone else before. caleb moans when you bite the column of his throat, teeth sinking into flesh, reclaiming the rib which came out of your chest. he lives for you and you can't live without him. twisted snakes like an ouroboros of sin, eating each other until the end of time.

"gege, please," you whisper in his ear, rubbing his shaft with the heel of your hand. "it's the only way out."

caleb's hands rest on your hips, violet eyes which hold the weight of the universe gazing back at you the way stars gaze at humans. he can't, he shouldn't, he won't—and yet, he will. he will for you. no matter how wrong it is, he always will for you.

Sylus glances over his shoulder to look at you, your body curled up in the messy sheets, one leg sticking out from underneath the blanket. The corners of his mouth curve upwards. He approaches you, resting his hand on your head as he leans down. His lips are featherlight against your forehead, amusement dancing along the melody of his voice.

"You can sleep in longer, kitten," Sylus murmurs. "I'll make breakfast for you before I leave."

His touch abandons you once more. You hum in half-hearted agreement, the icy tendrils of loneliness grasping at your heart. You watch as he opens the nightstand drawer, pulling out two black belts. Your brow furrows at the sight. They look different—too small for the waist or hips, with extra straps in the middle. Any sense of drowsiness suddenly vanishes as you watch Sylus wrap one of the belts around his left thigh, tightening and buckling it into place. He grabs the extra straps and clasps them to the hem of his shirt. The realization strikes you like a hot iron, lighting your body aflame.

"Are you," you lick your lips, "wearing garter belts?"

Half-dressed in nothing but boxers and a dress shirt, with belts strapped to his thick thighs—Sylus looks like a meal you want to devour. Defenseless, willing bait, meant only for you.

"Yes."

"Are you riling me up on purpose?"

Sylus smirks, his gaze still focused on the belt. "What do you think, sweetie?"

"I think you're an evil tempter," you reply, staring as he secures the second belt on his right thigh. "An incubus of the worst kind."

Sylus shakes his head, laughing. He turns to face you, resting one knee on the mattress as he leans forward. His fingertips trace your jawline, brushing away a strand of hair from your face. "Are you going to succumb to the temptation, kitten?"

You hook your finger on one of the straps, tugging it towards you. You grasp the back of his thigh, surging forward. Sylus' breath catches in his throat, feeling your lips kiss his inner thigh. Your teeth graze the soft flesh before sinking in, biting the meaty, juicy fat. Sylus inhales sharply, gripping one of the pillows. You release the flesh and drag your tongue around in a circle, feeling the indentations of your teeth marks on his skin before pulling back. You look up at him with a smirk, savoring the sight of his red ears and flushed face. "Yes. Always."

Sylus' breathing is uneven now, courtesy of your sinful touch. He looks at you with dark eyes filled with desire, his irises like garnet glinting under the light of the moon. You're the only one who has this effect on him, the only who can stoke his desire from smoldering embers into fierce firestorms of greed. He grabs the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards to meet his lips in a searing kiss. You wrap your arms around him, embracing him with all that you are just as he embraces you—with love, lust, and devotion of the most ferocious kind.

seeing so much sylus on my dash yesterday and today made me want to finish writing a fic about him 🥹

i've had this fic idea in my drafts for a while now. it was inspired by this luke card from tears of themis:

men wearing garterbelts is so sexy 🤤 i need more!

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