the lost & found

a/n: 18+ suggestive, alexa, play animals by maroon 5… anyways am i posting for valko before xavier or zayne before he’s even released? yes, yes i am. will this be inaccurate since we know nothing about him? maybe. do i care? nope. pls enjoy!!!

Valko who nuzzles you constantly when you cuddle, drunk on your scent, and, at the same time, trying to envelop you with his own.

Valko who lets you play with and inspect his fangs as he holds you in his lap, tail contently wagging in a frenzy.

Valko who is your literal guard dog, standing a few feet behind you to survey your surroundings and those around you.

Valko whose ears perk up in excitement when he hears your voice despite his body language remaining as a professional chairman.

Valko who wants you to put a collar on him. Yes, he’d wear it in public or to meetings. He’s yours, body and soul.

this isn’t a definite statement that i won’t be writing for lads again (hopefully not—i loved this game so so much.), but i’m definitely taking a break

We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.

The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.

So now what?

You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?

Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?

Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.

If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.

Due to the recent news of infold canceling Valko, I have created a petition to release Valko to Western Countries only. Please sign this because this is literally our only chance at saving him now. I beg you you to BE VOCAL so you can be seen. Our love for Valko matters!!!

suggestive 18+

Caleb walks around like an absolute slut—not an ounce of shame in his body—when he’s covered in love bites. He loves them.

Claw marks across his back and shoulders, lipstick stains along his abs, hickeys covering his neck, teeth indents around his nipples—

His late night activities were apparent to anyone.

“Are you sure you wanna go out like…that?” you almost cringed as Caleb exits the hotel bathroom dressed for the hot springs. Duh, he looked sexy as hell, but it wasn’t unreasonable to think he looked like he got mauled by a beast.

His pride multiplied at the—in his eyes—praise from you, yet he played dumb as he approached you, his grip finding your waist. “Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

When you explained your concerns over the markings littering his skin, he only hummed, head bowing so his lips could graze the curve of your ear.

“Now, after all this time…” he rasped, placing an open kiss below your ear, “after how long I waited to have you…” another kiss to your collarbone, “why would I possibly…” a final kiss, as he straightened, to your lips.

“…want to hide that I’m yours?”

So, when he returned to work the following week, of course he made no effort to conceal the hickeys along his jaw or Adam’s apple that his uniform couldn’t quite cover. Unasked questions prompted by prying eyes were silenced from a single glance from Colonel Caleb, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of the bruises.

“Had a nice vacation, colonel?” Liam asked as the duo stood juxtaposed within a Farspace cruiser’s elevator.

“I suppose you could say that,” Caleb replied in a curt manner. However, his mind was racing.

A nice vacation? Any mention of it, any kind of reminder had lewd images of you flashing through his mind… it was the best vacation of his goddamn life. All he wanted to do was fly home and get marked up and fu—

‘Shit,’ he mentally cursed.

…Now with an uncomfortable ‘situation’ in his pants, he briskly hopped off the elevator, sped to his office, and locked the door before scrambling to call you.

Caleb fucking loves love bites.

suggestive 18+

Caleb walks around like an absolute slut—not an ounce of shame in his body—when he’s covered in love bites. He loves them.

Claw marks across his back and shoulders, lipstick stains along his abs, hickeys covering his neck, teeth indents around his nipples—

His late night activities were apparent to anyone.

“Are you sure you wanna go out like…that?” you almost cringed as Caleb exits the hotel bathroom dressed for the hot springs. Duh, he looked sexy as hell, but it wasn’t unreasonable to think he looked like he got mauled by a beast.

His pride multiplied at the—in his eyes—praise from you, yet he played dumb as he approached you, his grip finding your waist. “Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

When you explained your concerns over the markings littering his skin, he only hummed, head bowing so his lips could graze the curve of your ear.

“Now, after all this time…” he rasped, placing an open kiss below your ear, “after how long I waited to have you…” another kiss to your collarbone, “why would I possibly…” a final kiss, as he straightened, to your lips.

“…want to hide that I’m yours?”

So, when he returned to work the following week, of course he made no effort to conceal the hickeys along his jaw or Adam’s apple that his uniform couldn’t quite cover. Unasked questions prompted by prying eyes were silenced from a single glance from Colonel Caleb, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of the bruises.

“Had a nice vacation, colonel?” Liam asked as the duo stood juxtaposed within a Farspace cruiser’s elevator.

“I suppose you could say that,” Caleb replied in a curt manner. However, his mind was racing.

A nice vacation? Any mention of it, any kind of reminder had lewd images of you flashing through his mind… it was the best vacation of his goddamn life. All he wanted to do was fly home and get marked up and fu—

‘Shit,’ he mentally cursed.

…Now with an uncomfortable ‘situation’ in his pants, he briskly hopped off the elevator, sped to his office, and locked the door before scrambling to call you.

Caleb fucking loves love bites.