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Everything is feeling a little heavy, but that's alright because Valko is heavier.
ABOUT | 2500 words. fluff. pre-relationship. first kiss. UST. self indulgent. emotional hurt/comfort.
"Whatcha watching?"
Your body jerks in surprise, sending your phone tumbling to the floor as your hands come up to muffle the high-pitched yelp startled out of you.
The sound of the cat compilation video echoing through the living room undermines the fierceness of your glare when you turn to face your intruder. That teasing rumble all too close – and all too familiar – to belong to anyone else but-
"Valko," you chide, wishing you could blame the jumpscare when your stomach dips at the sight of his windblown hair and innocent expression so close to yours.
Though letting himself into your apartment like this was nothing new, had become a part of your routine for months at this point, if you're honest, there was something that had been feeling different about Valko's visits to you lately. Less vexing and more… comforting.
An increased awareness of him, maybe? The sound of his voice. His size. The way his laugh and personality managed to fill the room more than his bulky body. Of the way he always tripped over your living room rug or tried to sneak a rub of his scent into every pillow. Of the way he stood so close when he spoke to you, capturing you in the sweet honey of his eyes.
It was something warm that pulsed in your chest, something intimate that had started to hook your gaze to his mouth and magnetize your palms to his skin even today, when you're at your lowest.
His right ear twitches at the sound of his name as he grabs your phone from the floor, a crease of distaste scrunching his nose when he clicks on the screen to stop the noise and tsks, "Looks like my 'dogs are better than cats' speech needs some work."
"Maybe I'll be more in the mood to hear you out–" you take your phone back and set it on the table with a huff, "–when my 'please use the damn front door' speech finally penetrates that thick skull of yours."
A crooked grin scrawls over his face. The pointed tips of his incisors reflecting the dim light of the small lamp you'd flicked on purely to save you from feeling like a complete gremlin while you moped this evening.
"Gonna tell you the same thing I tell Ma every time she says that." He unfurls from the crouching position he'd been in and drops his weight beside you, making your normally sizeable loveseat suddenly feel cramped. "Processing info is for the ears, not the skull."
Resting your cheek in your palm, you narrow your eyes at him with a considering hum.
"What?" Your uninvited houseguest turns to face you, eliciting a concerning creak from the loveseat as his knee comes up to rest on the cushion and his arm drapes over the back. An oversized paw just shy of brushing your shoulder. "What d'you mean, 'hm?'"
"Trespasser, jumpscaring people, terrible manners, and a smart ass to your mother?" You note each transgression by holding up a finger. "No wonder you're always prowling around Linkon alone."
"Hey, hey! Woah, woah, hold on." His hand darts forward, covering yours like it'll hide the evidence. "No– I mean– sure I may be some of those things, but trust me," he puts one of your fingers down and leans forward, another sad groan coming from below the cushion as he rests his elbow on his knee. "I wouldn't be sitting here, or hanging out with you – or breathing – if I were a smart ass to my mother."
Despite yourself, you feel the corner of your lip twitch, the closest you’ve come to a smile all day.
It surprises you how naturally it comes, how much lighter you feel, as you take in his easy grin, his warm palms, his artless gaze. Makes you worry that you're becoming used to this feeling, to something you might be misreading.
"Why?"
"Well, she has this really brutal way of grabbing you by the ear and–"
"No–" the word dissolves on a giggle that has both his ears twitching and an expression you can't quite interpret crossing his face. "I mean, why are you sitting here? Hanging out with me?"
"Oh. I kind of–" He stops, a hint of pink creeping onto his cheeks as he looks down at your still-linked hands. "I mean, I sorta felt like something was… off. With you." You're suddenly glad for the loss of his gaze as he starts to fiddle with your fingers, pressing the pads of his fingers to the tops of your nails as if to test their sharpness. "It's like a.. tug?"
Your mind races with panic as you realize just how much your attraction to him has been tugging at you over his last few visits. "Are you saying that with this– this bond or whatever, you can feel my emotions?"
"Nah, it's not like that." You hope he can't see the stark relief in your gaze when his eyes meet yours again, letting go of your hand to press a palm to the center of his chest. "It's not emotions that call me, it's, well… you. Calling me, that is. Needing me. Or, pulling at me, more like."
Your brows arc upward. "Like a leash?"
His head shoots back dramatically, paired with a groan that sounds almost as distressed as the loveseat still suffering under his weight. "Mercy, little hellion. Let a man keep at least a little dignity." He shakes his head with a bark of self-deprecating laughter. "But yeah. You've got me leashed up good. Happy?"
His question is gentle but pointed, hopeful. His frame still leaning over you, an umbrella shielding you from the sadness and negativity that have been pelting you all day.
Your chest warms at the sight, making it all the harder to respond with a sad smile and the shake of your head as the all the reasons you're not happy come flooding back.
"Alright," he says easily, unphased and unrelenting. A considering look enters his eyes. "Just means I've gotta take more drastic measures here."
In a blur of movements you barely have time to process, he turns his back to you, kicks off his boots – an oddly polite gesture that has you reconsidering just how serious he was about that leash comment – and flops backward. The broad span of his shoulders forces your bent knees down to accommodate the weight of his head as it nestles into your thighs.
"V-Valko! What are you doing?" you stutter, heartbeat galloping as the scent of amber and pine and him wash over you. His ear twitches as he takes your awkwardly hovering hands, placing one behind the wolf ear on his right and the other behind the human ear on his left.
"There," he says with a wiggle of his shoulders, like your thighs are a pillow he's nestling into.
When he notices your hands haven't budged, he gives you an expectant look, nudging the sides of his head into your palms until your lips twitch and your fingers start to move.
"This is your drastic measure?"
He hums in response, eyelashes fluttering as your nails scrape gently over a rose-coloured mix of silky hair and plush fur.
"And this is supposed to…" The question trails off but your hands continue.
He shrugs, the heat of his shoulders anchoring your thighs as one of his arms sneaks around your waist.
"I dunno, distract you? Annoy you, comfort you, take your pick." His eyes lock onto yours, sincere, earnest. "Whatever you need."
The combination of his touch and his words act like a stick of dynamite, blasting through the boulder of tension and worry that's been sitting on your chest all day.
You take a deep breath as he sighs in what you instinctually know is relief. And for the first time since he's mentioned this "bond" of yours, you think, maybe this thing goes both ways.
The thought that you might be starting to figure him out as well as he always seems to understand you brings a small smile to your face.
His lips mirror yours. "That's what I like to see," he says, voice low.
You roll your eyes and flick his ear to disguise the way your stomach flips when the praise rumbles through your thighs, flexing them to jostle him and joke, "What? Me being suffocated?"
His finger comes up to tap the end of your nose with a self-assured grin. "Stop pretending you dont like it, I saw that weighted blanket on your bed." You're not sure if it's you or the loveseat that squeaks when he tugs you into his face and nuzzles into your stomach. "Wanna tell me what's got you down?"
There's something about Valko's bluntness, about his willingness to tackle everything head-on, that catches you more off-guard than his casual and abundant displays of affection ever do. It's straightforward, without artifice. And though there's no hesitation in his request, there's somehow no pressure in it either. As if no response you give him could ever result in offense or resentment or awkwardness, making it feel like the most natural thing in the world to tell the unvarnished truth.
So you do.
"It's just… everything? I don't know, it's all piling up. Like, there's work, lack of sleep, friends I'm not keeping up with, not to mention the general state of the world."
You pause, finding his attentive gaze already on you when you look down to see if you're making any sense. He nods encouragingly, the ears on his head twitching in unison like an attentive audience.
"So I guess I've just been thinking about it all and it feels a little overwhelming. Right here." You press a hand to your chest. "And… heavy, I guess. Like–" You raise a pointed brow. "Like getting crushed by a giant mutt on my own sofa."
His jaw drops in dramatic affront. “You– did you just-” He snaps into a sitting position, your loveseat groaning in despair before he points a finger at himself, as if there could be anyone else you were talking about. “Mutt?! Oh you just crossed a line, you hellion.”
Any response you might’ve had morphs into a high-pitched squeal as you’re scooped up by a muscular arm and thrown over his shoulder.
“Valko! What are you doing? Put me down,” you manage through giggles and laughter as he hauls you to the bedroom with what sounds like a muttered 'I’ll show you a giant mutt.'
You land on the mattress with a breathless oomph, the stray laughs bubbling from your throat feeling foreign but welcome as Valko descends over your figure in an army crawl, finally stopping when you're nose to nose.
Your chests meet on each breath as he reaches up to brush hair from your face. His eyes seem more yellow than amber in the dim light, like marigolds, and you can't think of anything more fitting for the resilient, protective man above you.
"Hi," you breathe, grinning wide.
"Hello, gorgeous," he murmurs, darting a glance at your lips that has your heartbeat pounding against your ribs.
The shadow of his tail swishes behind him as he lowers his weight onto you, fitting his body over yours in a way that anchors and comforts you rather than stifles you.
"Better?" He mumbles into your neck, the heat of his breath awakening gooseflesh over your collarbones. "You know, now that you've made my pedigree your punching bag?"
"Yeah, actually," you realize with a giggle, fingers brushing over the soft bristles of his undercut. "I do."
You haven't laughed this much in a while. In fact, despite being pinned under the heaviest man you know, you haven't felt this light for a few weeks now, you think, which was… the last time he visited you. You close your eyes briefly, mourning the loss of your sanity at the realization that he was right earlier. You had needed him.
"Then listen to me real quick." Your hand slips to his jaw when he raises his head, his smile smaller, his eyes intent. "Next time you feel overwhelmed, or if it's all feeling like too much, you don't have to isolate yourself, or doomscroll, or muscle through it alone. I know I look like I'm all brains but I can help carry things. So just call me, yeah?"
You smile, agreeing with a small nod, pausing before you joke, "With the leash?"
"Okay, who's the smart ass now?" he mutters with a shake of his head, crooked grin back in place. "I meant with a phone. But the leash works too, I guess."
"What's it like?" you ask, curious for the first time since you've learned of it.
"The bond?" His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, a knuckle tracing your cheek. "It's like one of those less traveled paths in the woods. Barely visible to the naked eye, but once you find it and start walking on it, everything starts to feel… right."
"Your chest gets really warm and you have this zappy feeling in your gut." His lips tip up in a faraway smile as his eyes follow the path his knuckle makes over your ear, your neck, your collarbones. "Everything feels possible when it's there. Lighter. And when it's gone? Anything you do feels wrong. Empty."
"But…" You swallow past the heartbeat in your throat. "I thought you couldn't feel my emotions," you protest weakly.
A spark ignites in his eyes, electric enough to charge the air between you as his expression morphs into what you can only identify as a primal satisfaction. He inhales deeply, as if he's trying to memorize the scent of this moment, holding your gaze as his eyelids lower.
"I can't," he breathes, so close his nose brushes against yours when he shakes his head. "Those were all mine."
Your lips part, tongue hovering in wait between your teeth as his palm comes up under your chin, fingers settling on both sides of your jaw to draw you in. Your eyes shut as his lips descend over yours, and despite the warmth of his palm, the first brush of his tongue feel like being doused in flame. You wrap your arms around his neck on a moan, humming when he tilts your head to lick into your mouth again and again.
"Valko." The soft, fuzzy sensation of his buzzed hair grazes your knuckles and he sighs into your mouth, as if you're breathing life back into him with the sound of his name.
You take the chance to nip at his lip, holding it hostage between yours until he answers in kind. The sharpness of his teeth like bee stings on your mouth, soothed only by the sweet honey of a tongue that's licking, tasting, consuming the flushed skin between your lips and your throat.
His body sinks into yours, each of his muscles and contours taking shape around yours like heated metal, a weapon being forged for its master, its weight the heaviest thing you'll ever have to carry again.
➻➻ MASTERLIST
NOTE: They can take my undomesticated wolf man from me in the game but he will live on as a terrible house guest in my delusions forever xoxo
Hear me out, I don’t know how Valko's in game personality would be like but I can imagine how he’d never be able to hide his emotions whenever he’s in his hybrid form.
When he’s happy.
You leaned against the doorway, arms folded across your chest, brows raised teasingly.
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"...Yes."
Thump.
You both looked down.
His tail was happily smacking against the wooden floor of his apartment.
Thump. Thump.
"..."
You grinned knowingly.
When he’s mad or jealous.
"Are you mad?"
"No."
"Are you jealous?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"I am."
You slowly pointed behind him. "The fur on your tail is standing."
He glanced over one shoulder.
"..."
"It is also considerably larger than it was five minutes ago."
"..."
"And..." You leaned closer towards him. "You were snarling."
He immediately stiffened. "...I was not."
"I could literally see your canines from here."
"..."
You couldn't resist. Reaching up, you gently poked his forehead. "Down, boy."
His eye twitched.
When he’s sad.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I'm fine."
You pointed up at his head. “Your ears.”
They drooped pitifully against his head.
"..."
"Also..." You crouched down slightly. "Your tail."
He followed your gaze. His tail was tucked neatly between his legs.
"...Traitor."
You blinked. Your head tilted slightly in confusion as you pointed to yourself. "Were you talking to me?"
"No."
"Your ears and tail?"
"...Yes."
His ears and tail were far too honest for his liking.
“hello?” you bring the phone up to your face. “hi tara!” no response.
you grin, thinking of valko’s response during this silly prank of yours.
“the weather is so nice isn’t it? should we go on a walk together?” you pretend to not notice valko shuffling ever so slightly towards you on the sofa.
“we should definitely get ice cream too! a chocolate ice cream sounds so good right now.” you relax into the sofa.
“baby?” you hear a quiet voice beside you, valko lightly poking your arm.
“hi baby, i’m on the phone with tara. can you give me a minute please?” he nods, putting his head on your shoulder.
“the new exercise machines at the park seem so fun, i really want to try them out.” valko sits up, lightly turning your head so you can face him.
“can i join? please, peach?” he gives you his best puppy eyes.
“shhh, just another minute baby.” you silence him, putting a finger on his lips.
“you should come over to mine so we can have a nap together, perfect date.”
“date? peach, please can i go?” he paws at your hair, kissing your cheek.
your heart flutters. “i’m sorry, baby.” you show him the black screen.
“so does this mean we can go on a date together?” he asks, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“of course puppy, we can go anywhere you want together.”
Don't get me wrong, so are the others but Valko takes the crown.
Would build a shrine for you if you let him. Has your picture on his phone lockscreen, wallpaper and profile pictures on all socials. You're in every one of his posts, most of them are entirely of you and he's always in your comments, hyping you up and writing corny stuff like "is this what winning feels like?". Has a framed photo of you on his work desk and a polaroid of you in his wallet. Never takes off the jewelry you bought him. Gets couple rings at the first hint from you. Wears your scrunchie on his wrist. Has your contact saved as "Wifey" in the first month of dating him.
You'll never know when your makeup items are about to run out because he's already gone through your products and reordered your usuals.
He's the type to get your car serviced, tyres refilled and fuel tank pumped full before you ever realize you needed any of those things done. Cherry on top, he reverses your car and parks it in the garage so you're good to go in the mornings.
The type to hand feed you. Literally. When you're so swamped with work you haven't moved from your chair in hours. When you're running late to work, he's holding out spoonfuls of breakfast to your mouth while you clip on earrings or handing you your bag, wallet, keys and your coffee thermos ready for you as you bolt out the door. Waves till you can't see him in the rearview anymore.
And the intimacy. God. Playing with your fingers while you talk, tucking your hair behind your ear when you don't even notice it's come undone, wrapping his jacket around you, pulling you into his warmth when you're shivering, letting you wear his shoes and walk barefoot when your feet are sore because of heels, holding your hand even when his hands are full of groceries, hand on the small of your back when you walk, reaching over and fastening your seatbelt for you, hand on your thigh while he drives, kissing your wrist, nipping at your skin, pulling you closer by tugging at your chair, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow, putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, spooning you in bed, moving your hair to the side to kiss your nape and inhale your scent that grounds him.
Never backing down from lifting you up. The moment you say anything demeaning about yourself, you might as well have wrenched his heart. He's never going to repeatedly quote some meaningless platitudes to you, he's present, he's listening and he wants to know what hurts, why it hurts. It's never too much. You're never too much. Your muchness is the reason he loves you and he'll make sure you will never forget that. You can climb onto his lap, sit encircled in his arms for hours on end and he doesn't complain, doesn't move, doesn't stray from topic unless you're done. He doesn't want to give you solutions for the problems you're facing, he knows you can handle them. All he has to do is remind you.
Biggest contributor to just-because gifts. Vase of flowers? Always full, always blooming. Nail salon certificate from your favorite one resting in your purse before the new ones have finished drying? Check. Swinging by your favorite coffee place and grabbing your order before you leave? Cup is already resting in its holder in your car. Sending you and your colleagues pastries in the afternoon? He knows you love sweet treats. Making reservations and picking you up for dinner with a change of clothes incase you don't like what you're wearing? Already taken care of. And God forbid you try to pay for something on your own, he's going to sulk all day long till you promise to break your own card into two.
Clinginess dialed to a 100. Holding hands when you go out is a given. He's not against doing it at home too. Olympic level cuddler. In the mornings in bed. On the couch while watching movies. He'll even try to sneak a little cuddle time while you're cooking. And what's that about water? Oh right, you should be saving some so he's definitely in the shower with you. Not afraid of PDA. Infact, his cousins are always telling you both to get a room. Would step out of a board meeting and see you waiting for him by the reception, making small talk when he rushes over, kissing you in front of everyone, figuratively wiggling his tail that's tucked away.
Not afraid of being vulnerable with you. Of crying in front of you. Of breaking down when the pressures of being in a position as demanding as he was get to him. Of being being open about how much he needs you and your support. None of your fights with him last long. Not when he'd get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Fully believes it's the ideal and the only correct way to atone.
The way he'd take such good care of you when you're sick. Not balking or freaking out if you accidentally stain your clothes during your period or if you're sick and throwing up, holding your hair back, helping you out of clothes you've dirtied, wiping your body down if you can't shower, staying by your bedside for the times you come to, meticulously timing your medicine intervals.
Does not have a single love language. His love language is all of them. Acts of service? He could teach a course. Words of affirmation? Not a day goes by when he's not reminding you how beautiful you are and how lucky he feels to be a part of your life. Gift-giving? He funds a black card in your name. Physical touch? He has to be peeled off of you sometimes. Quality time? 24 hours the a day is not enough time for him to be spending with you.
Never says no to anything you propose. You want to learn how to do stunts on a dirt bike? He's buying you the gear. Swimming in a cage with sharks? He's booking the trip. The deadliest rollercoaster in the world? He's going to be scared and terrified within an inch of his life but it's not going to matter because he's here and he's here with you.
Loves to hear you ramble on about things you are passionate about. Loves hearing you sing off-key and way off beat in the shower. Loves watching you do little dancey dances with your headphones plugged in when you cook or do laundry. Loves paying attention to you. To everything you do. To everything that makes you so undeniably you. He loves you.
His most favorite thing to do with you, is dancing. Holding you close to him, back to his chest, face nuzzled in the curve of your neck with his arms around you and one of your arms wrapped around his nape as you both sway to the music in the dim lighting of the living room, heartbeats thrumming in sync and louder than the music in the background. Happy and content. In each other's company. With each other.
And when you hear the slow rumble of thunder before the pitter-patter of the rain follows, you're dragging him outside to dance with you in the rain, with the smell of concrete and soil potent in the air.
And he'd follow you, drenched and soaking in the rain as you both danced and jumped into puddles and kissed and held each other close. Because of course he would.
It's Valko. He'd do anything for you.
🜼
A/N: I wanted to cheer myself up by writing this for all my lovelies on here but it just depressed me further I think. I've seen such heartbreaking fanarts of Valko saying "they didn't like me" and I honestly sobbed.
Sincerely requesting all artists and authors and editors to not stop mentioning Valko, writing fics and making art for him. Please.
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hi again everyone. i know emotions are still running high, and everyone is working to get Valko back, but a few reminders:
sleep. eat. drink water. do NOT stare at your phone all day. go get some sun. read. watch your favorite show. players all around the world are working towards the same goal. breathe. it’ll be okay.
Also me, an hour later: Still in the fucking trenches, 6 apps deep, writing, complaining, screaming crying throwing up, feeling ill and forgetting to eat.
I ordered a bunch of lads stuff from Aliexpress a couple of weeks or so ago with such excitement. But now that it’s arrived in the middle of the dumpster fire that is everything going on, seeing it is so bittersweet.
apparently the players on the CN server were sending death threats to infold’s actual hq & the employees there! they’re also showing that they went to the actual government making up rumors ab valko’s character & how it’s not a good look.
i think the reason they cancelled him, was ultimately to appease the CN players as well as keep their employees safe :-/
Yeah that stuff was all insane. I think they just wanted to do like the quickest thing they could do appease the crazy people, but they made a very rash decision
Okay so………..things r kinda spiraling out of control even more…..like we are at risk of loosing the game entirely. At this point, I honestly think that valko may come back, just not the same as before. And honestly as long as we keep valkos personality at its core I’m okay with that. But right now so many different people and an entire organization is at their throats right now. In my personal opinion, we need to take a breather. They are aware of the discourse and of what global players really want. I’m not saying support infold (screw those who r the main people making these idiotic decisions bc I doubt it’s the entire company because that would mean including all of the employees including those who have shown us and the li the love and attention we deserve) but completely abandoning them will possibly raise the odds of the game being completely shut down. Personally, I’m still not going to give them money and I’m still greatly grieving valko, but I’m not going to completely uninstall the app. I was also considering sending a few more emails about everything but I’m refraining from doing so. I want valko back and I want them to stop ignoring global players and stop being racist and fix all of their issues, but at the same time I really don’t want the game to be completely shut down.
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“women's safety” they said but they don't gaf when the LIs stalk, kidnap, drug the mc, or just simply create circumstances to monitor her as closely as they can.
also we literally see the mc beat the shit out of valko. i think we should fear his safety more actually.
I’ve been hearing a lot of different things recently but the general gist is that tomorrow is gonna be a crucial day. There’s been rumors of a two month hiatus (which is what should’ve been done from the jump) and whispers of our bby valko coming back but I don’t think anything is solid right now. Infold is under a lot of fire from all angles and some factors have gotten incredibly political, so we don’t know for sure what direction infold wants to take from here. I’m holding my breath and praying they won’t be complete idiots despite their track record and that we’ll get Valko back and at least see them actively trying to change things instead of pacifying us. A high ask, I know, but a girl can dream.
If I had a nickel for every time I got into someone before I got to experience them myself I’d have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
For context, I got into Enhypen shortly after the Walk the Line tour, so I’ll never forget the chance to see them as 7, now there’s the Valko cancellation, so yea… twice in the same year, crazy
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Down to 948k and the rest of Valko's content has been removed. Ugh! (Another long one! My experiences, my thoughts, my understanding)
I don't think I've ever posted this much on one topic in such a short period of time (not counting reblogs) but as a LADS player, I want to support everyone in this! I'd do the same if it were Twst! And maybe this is my opportunity to post more and about different fandoms!
But enough about me! On to this! 👇🏽
This! It's very insulting for Infold and LADS to just post on top of of what's going on! It feels so dismissive! It's like their saying "You're angry with us?......Well, anyways...." Be so for real! It feels like a slap in the face!
Also, put out a statement! You see and hear the unrest, yet you're silent! You know what you've done, yet you rather ignore the uproar, and let your fans fight each other than fix your mistakes!
And then this!!!!! You're still releasing the chapter after you canceled Valko?!
Now there is some some hope going around that Infold is still planning on dropping Valko silently, but then again, why not say something about it? People are speculating that their government told them to quiet the unrest, so they pulled Valko (although this literally did the opposite) and then after all of this, they would eventually drop Valko? Idk. Things are so bad right now that this scenario would and isn't benefiting anyone!
Other's pointed out that their apology letter seemed fake and or AI, and that it was missing some sort of seal (take this how you want) Players are comparing it to the time Victor's EN VA was re-casted, y'know when the rest of the EN VAs followed because they found out the CN girlies just didn't like what he had posted on his socials (I think it was political or something) so they called for his removal?! But they claimed it was due to him not renewing his contract?! Mid event and just after his first ASMR track fans paid for?! (I was there for this and quit too!) Like they also did with the one JP LADS VAs?! Anyways, they're saying it's missing a seal or something and if it really was that big of an political/government issue for them to release Valko, they'd have to make an official statement backed by the officials or something. (Again, take this with a grain of salt, I'm just spewing what I'm hearing)
Other's though, are speculating that they might just drop the chapter with Valko in it but you can't romance him. Like, he'd be a side character/NPC! Like, no?! IT'S VALKO OR NOTHING!
As much as I feel not getting Valko as a romanceable character would and is horrible, seeing him after all of this in game and not being able to truly interact with him would be gut wrenching! ALSO, how are they even dropping that chapter if he's been canceled?! Their main story is ruined without him! Was there a back up? Did they make a new on already? Sooooo many questions!
I think we should as a collective stop hating Monday’s and instead hate Tuesdays cause people love dropping the most heartbreaking and traumatic things on a random Tuesday
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