If Xavier is a star ⭐️, then MC is the moon 🌙

Xavier is MC's star, never changing and brightening her life when all there was, was darkness. She lost her family and she's still figuring out about her heart, her existence, kind of in an existential crisis. Then, there was Xavier being supportive and caring. Always there by her side. Literally, being her neighbour, hunting partner and all.

Meanwhile, MC is Xavier's moon. Although there are many phases of the moon during different periods of time, she remains the same moon he loves. It doesn't matter what timeline MC is in. His devotion for her is timeless.

The moon's gravitational pull affects the tides on Earth, symbolizing the influence and impact that MC has on Xavier's life. His decisions are all based on her.

He watched the shooting stars for her, went back in time for her, tried to find the Protocore for her—everything was for her.

Here's a picture of MC hugging Xavier 🥺 Thanks for reading this.

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Reunion ||Astria Knyght Trio||

十年先も、百年先も、千年先も~ 终わりがあっても 恐れずに 歌を呗おう

And I'm FINALLY DONE \ToT/

I'm sorry Jeremiahhhhhh! Idk why I drew Xavier holding that one spray bottle as if he's gonna spray you when you say anything that's not supposed to be said in front of MC 🤣

Not Xavier just casually and silently threatening Jeremiah there o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

I need to draw more of this trio frfr (got more ideas incoming but... we shall see how long I take /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ I have waaaaay too many things on my WIP folder)

5 More Minutes

If there's one thing Xavier has, it's a tendency to be jealous. Even if it's against the world itself that gets to experience her while he's asleep. Being asleep means he doesn't get to see her sleep, watch the breaths she takes and hear the beating of her heart, to feel her warmth, all of which tells him she's real and alive - that she's here.

He knows one way or another, their time is limited. Whether it be the universe, Astra, fate, whatever it was had a tendency to pull them apart at the last second. Humans had such excruciatingly, exhaustingly short lifespans, and there was her... condition to worry about. That, and he was not immortal -not quite the same way he once was- and time was running short. Sleep meant precious, precious time was being wasted, time that could be well spent with her, and building some semblance of a life with her.

But sleep was a vicious enemy. It was savage, merciless, and relentless. It knew all his weak points, attacking them all at once. His sore muscles, his pounding head, the ache in his eyelids from a sleepless night before, soft lighting, the inflection of her voice dancing on his eardrums, the feel of her fingers stroking circles on the exposed skin on his forearm, their peaceful living room. He was armorless against it all, defenseless. It was a losing battle, and too often, he was losing the war.

She was laughing lightly, tracing his jawline with her fingers. "Xav, you can't keep your eyes open."

"Mmmm..hmm." He lowered his head into her shoulder, it felt like lead. There was a heaviness growing in his chest.

Not yet. Not now.

"I thought you wanted to play that new board game..."

"What? Xavier, you're mumbling. Come on, babe. Let's go to bed."

He couldn't contest. Knowing he'd never last, he grumbled a defeated growl and surrendered to the softeness of their sheets, and all the other ways that sleep often pulled him to surrender.

He woke hours later to a coolness and stretched an arm in panic at the empty side of the bed. Rationally, he knew it was irrational to think his wife was anywhere but in the house somewhere. Irrationally, there was a deep part of him that wondered, always wondered, if it was somehow a dream and he'd wake up on Philos, or alone -truly alone- again, needing to wait centuries to see her face once more.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer, sensing rather than hearing the sensation of someone approaching the bedroom door, then a stream of light that was way too bright poured in, making him nearly blind. Instinctively, he sucked it right out, into his very being. A soft, familiar gasp confirmed his thoughts and he moaned a little in frustration, retaliating by way of ensuring not a prick of light was in the room.

"Babe! I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you!" She exclaimed in whisper, all in one short breath.

"Why did you leave?" He asked flatly, but quiet and soft.

She stumbled her way towards their bed, tripping forward and barely catching the edge, necessitating a flailing of arms to catch hold of the blankets to hold on. He snorted, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up and into him. After she was fully on the bed, she rolled over on to her side and adjusted herself under the covers.

"I'm sorry, I had some work to do. It was still a little too early and I mean," there was a slight tone shift at the end from apology to a bit of humor, he knew what was cooking at his expense. "Once you're out, no one and I mean no one, comes between you and that bed so I figured I'd let you have a little alone time."

Maybe he would have laughed, had some come back, or pouted to feign ignorance. Not tonight. Tonight he rolled on to his side and slipped his arm around her waist. The light was one of his only weapons, and he'd already surrendered it.

"I can't sleep. Let's chat a little." It was a lie. If he let go even momentarily on his concentration on her voice, he knew he'd lose the fight again. It was like a mental death grip, strangling at his enemy even while already have been fatally wounded. She agreed, and began talking about a series they were reading together. He lost track of the words, trying to concentrate, feeling the ache in his chest as he knew he would not last.

It's not enough time. I don't have enough time with her. Please, just more time. I just need five more minutes with her. I just need ....

His feet were slipping, everything was slipping. A void bubbled up and consumed him, eating at his very soul, clamping over his concentration like a heavy lid on a pot. The battle lost, he awoke the next morning, once again alone. This time when he blinked his eyes open, a blinking signal on his hunter watch and the vague differences in the room told him where he was, and what time it was, and what state he was in.

Another dream.

He shot up, and prepared for work. He would take his five more minutes by force if he had to. Pulling out his phone, he texted the woman of his dreams.

"Almost ready for work, give me five mins?"

Love and DEEPSPACE ❤️

Xavier

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This must be Xavier in the kitchen

Tomura Shigaraki in the Puzzles & Dragons game collaboration (2022)

AFO!Tomura post here

League of Villains - Art Card Collection Vol. 1 from Jump Shop Online (2024)

They look like bunny ears.. .

League of Villains chibis from the All Out War Exhibition (2023)

Reposting bc I found higher quality images

LOVING XAVIER IS LIKE . long mornings in bed, bitter coffee, pajama days, cuddling on the train, too many plushies, bright jumping animals, soft kisses, extra long hugs, bold compliments, dancing in the rain, stargazing, wearing his clothes, and straightening out his hair with your fingers.

L&DS Love Languages

[ Acts of Service | Gift Giving | Physical Touch | Quality Time | Words of Affirmation ]

Rafayel's preferred love language is to be your gift giver. He has seen the world in more ways than anyone could ever imagine and he wishes for you to experience his world in its absolute fullness. You are apart of his world now… and he will not allow you to be just a mere passing shadow. Rafayel's gifts will always be meaningful and significant, but not always specific to you. As cryptic as it may be, he finds pleasure in leaving hints for what's to come or what he is feeling, even if his methodology is a little more abstract than you would like; they are a testament of his feelings, after all. Thankfully he has no qualms about affirming those thoughts and feelings for you through words. But only after he has finished teasing the idea. While he loves to spoil you rotten through gifts, and lavish you with words of affirmation, he needs a little something back. He could care less about getting gifts in return (okay, maybe that's a lie, he'd love to see what you would give him), but he depends on hearing your thoughts and feelings in return. He needs to hear you say it all. Tell him he looks good. Tell him that you're proud of him. Tell him that... you love him. It's okay if you're a little shy. It would mean the world to him if you left little notes around his studio to find. Just tell him. Deep down, he needs the assurance that you will always love him for who he is. Good, bad, and ugly.

Xavier prefers to show you his affection through acts of service. There is rarely a moment when he isn't thinking about how he can be helpful to you. He wants nothing more than to be your guardian, your loyal knight. Not because you need protection, but because he has seen that you will need his support. You are the stars that glitter across the dark sky behind a new moon, a beacon of hope and serenity. Quality time spent together is also just as equally important to him; just your presence makes him feel at ease, even during times of significant stress. He is careful not to bring his daily stressors into his relationship with you, so he is sometimes susceptible to internalizing negative feelings. What he needs in return is your uncanny ability to show him that you are with him; that you are starbound partners. You do not need to take on his burdens as your own per se, you just need to support him during his weakest moments. Xavier has gotten too used to being his own support. Become his pillar of strength. Encourage him. Tell him that he no longer has to do everything alone. Tell him that he is worthy as you hold him close to your heart.

Zayne may believe that he operates under the idea of acts of service in mind, but honestly? He confuses what he does for a living as his language for love. Don't let him forget how much he loves the little things; all of his favorite things. Such as when you poke him in the cheek to get his attention or the way he curls his fingers around your hands to create a crystalline flower at the palm of your hand. His preferred love language is physical touch. He never flinches or gets shy when you reach for his hand, his arm, or place your head on his chest. He doesn't mind the occasional caress to his temple when telling him how handsome he is. Or how beautiful his eyes are. And he isn't afraid to wrap an arm around your waist in a crowd or guide you with a hand at the small of your back during events. You don't seem to understand how your touch makes his skin feel like it was caught in a storm, lightning discharging across his body and leaving every nerve ending charged and ready to spark. Everything you do to him has an impact. Which is why he must find a way to touch you at all times. Yet when he finds you out of reach, either literally or figuratively, he will never deny your presence in the form of quality time. As long as you behave. He is a little strict when it comes to his concentration on the task at hand, but you should strive to give him more attention, even if it isn't spoken. He never learned how good it feels to be wanted until you came into his life. He likes the cute things you leave at his desk; the way you splatter color all over his once sterile world. He needs your touch and smile in his life; your vivacity. Your kiss.

Tender night.