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The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Magnum Opus + Travel Plans text message

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Charlize Theron as Queen Ravenna in Snow White and the Huntsman (2012)

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love when nonfiction books have a few pages of pictures in the middle. that kicks ass, every book should have a halftime show

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reblog & tag how old you were in 2006

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Bro is tired

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Not Hurt, Just Bleeding

Sylus x AFAB!Reader

It's that time again, I fear. Some word choice inspired by @comatosebunny09 I couldn't help myself ;p

Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, menstruation, blood, panic, teasing, kissing, cuddling

Word Count: 1,532

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You wake up slow. Warmth surrounds you, bringing with it security. Even as consciousness catches up with you, you feel no need to open your eyes to check your surroundings. You know exactly what you'll find there, and you know nothing could possibly hurt you here. And yet, perfectly safe behind dozens of security measures, you bleed.

That's what really wakes you up; the wet, slick feeling between your legs. Your heart drops into your stomach with a resounding thunk. Already, you know it's too late. You know Aunt Flo got the drop on you this time.

You open your eyes, bleary and anxious. Sylus is pressed right up behind you, hugging you close in his sleep like an oversized koala. You try not to panic at the thought of getting blood on him.

Prying him off of you is an uphill challenge. You hold his hands as you peel them off your body, sliding his arms back behind you until you're free enough to slip off the side of the bed in an unceremonious heap before he can try grabbing you again. Freeing your hands is another story altogether, but you eventually manage, that wet feeling running down your leg. You're half grateful the blanket covers the mess you've left, saving you the trouble of seeing how big the mess actually is. The other half is screaming about his expensive sheets, his custom-made mattress, and the blanket he bought just for you after you complained how cold you got sleeping over.

You tiptoe-run to the bathroom, desperate to keep Sylus as oblivious to your struggle for as long as possible. He'll find out eventually. There's no way you can slip the covers out from underneath him to clean them with his stupidly huge body in the way.

Your pants are ruined. You throw them in a heap on the floor as you preemptively run the water for a shower and sit on the toilet. It's all a mess of red. Aunt Flo must think she's hilarious when she twists your uterus tightly, like wringing out a wet rag. You try not to cry as you double over yourself, praying that this is all just a nightmare.

You try to be as quick in the shower as possible. Sylus's body wash permeates the steamy air as you scrub any remaining trace of blood from your skin. You're extremely careful when you hop out not to get blood on his pristine white towels.

You cringe as you grab underwear and pants from the hamper, unwilling to run out bare and risk dripping more blood where it doesn't belong. You toss your sleep shirt back on and settle for dealing with your bloody clothes later. You've left Sylus in the dark long enough.

You don't expect him to frantically rush toward you the moment you step out of the bathroom.

"Where are you hurt?" he barks. His eyes are wide and panicked. You've never seen him like this before. Even in the most dire of situations, he's always been calm and level-headed. Backed into a corner with a smile. His hair is frazzled, hands trembling as he grabs your wrists, turning your arms over in search of open wounds.

"Sylus, I'm fine!"

He frowns, lifting up the sleeves to see your shoulders. "There's blood all over the bed, don't lie to me," he bites, voice dark and dangerous. He pulls down your collar next, then grabs the hem of your shirt to lift it up.

You grab his hands, trying to shove them down. "No, I'm fine, really! I'm not hurt!"

He shakes his head. Your hands do nothing to stop him as he lifts up your shirt and feels along your waist, your back, your hips. For so much blood, there must be a wound. Someone must have snuck in past his defenses, stabbed you or something, and then-

You grab his face and pull his attention to you. "I'm on my period!"

Everything seems to still for a moment. His wide eyes stare into yours, burdened with the last vestiges of sleep that weren't chased away with the shot of adrenaline in his system. His heavy breaths pant between you both. His hands slowly release your shirt and rest on your sides, one under the fabric and one over. You look at him imploringly, waiting for it to sink in.

Then, he sighs with utter relief. His eyes close as he hunches down to press his forehead against yours, his weight sinking into you as he hugs your body to him. "You're okay," he breathes.

You nod lightly, pressing a peck to his lips. "I'm okay." You comb his hair back. He's worked himself into a sweat in his panic. You wonder just how long he's been awake for. "I forgot it was supposed to start soon. I was trying to clean up before you woke up."

He opens his eyes to shoot you a disapproving look. "Wake me up next time, sweetie. I don't enjoy waking up to a puddle of blood where my partner should be."

"Clearly." You offer him a sheepish smile. His lips crack into one of his own with a soft chuckle.

He begins to pull away. You expect him to turn around and start stripping the bed, but instead he just hugs you closer as he buries his face into your neck. You try to imagine what he must look like, back hunched as he nuzzles into you like a cat. He breathes in deeply. "You smell nice."

"It's your soap."

He hums. "You should use it more often."

You laugh and tug on his hair, push against his shoulder. "We need to clean up before the blood soaks in too much."

He sighs. You think he may just ignore it to keep holding you here, but he reluctantly lets you go and stands up to his full height. He presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Finish doing what you need to. I'll deal with it. There's product in the cabinet. I wasn't sure what kind you used, so I just got some of everything."

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him. "'Everything'? What if what I use isn't in there?"

He chuckles. "Then I'll go get some. Just say the word."

You linger in the bathroom doorway, just watching as he pulls the blankets off and examines them for blood. Thankfully, they were spared. The rest certainly were not, as he undoes the corners of the fitted sheet and tosses them into a pile. A reddish stain still lingers on the mattress, and for a moment you feel that sinking feeling again. He'd told you before that he had his mattresses custom ordered. Who knew how long it would be before he'd get another one in?

He's completely unfazed, however, as he pulls out his phone and types up a message to someone. By the time you get a proper change of clothes and come back out, Luke and Kieran are hauling the old mattress out the door and a new one rests in its place, already covered in a clean sheet. Sylus is tossing the pillows back at the head of the bed when you sneak up and hug him from behind.

"Where'd you get this bed from?"

"One of the guest rooms," he tells you. One of his hands rests on yours, while the other reaches out to direct tendrils of his Evol in carrying the blanket over. He could do it himself, of course, but he'd much rather stay within your arms.

You kiss his back between his shoulder blades. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

He hums. His fingers stroke the back of your hands. "Don't worry about it, kitten." Blanket in place, he turns around, his hands gravitating to your waist. You see the mischievous glint in his eye too late. "I already know how you can make it up to me."

He lifts you up with ease and tosses you playfully onto the bed. You bounce on the fresh mattress with a laughing squeal of his name. He chuckles as he crawls in after you, wrapping you up in his arms as he smothers you, nuzzling against you like a giant house cat. He rolls over to have you lay on top of him, where he can massage your lower back and feel your weight against him.

You're grinning from ear to ear when you push yourself up to look at his face. "And what's that?"

He drags the blanket up around you. "Stay in bed with me all day."

You roll your eyes, but you slump back down onto his broad chest, wrapping your arms around him as best you can and scooting up to bury your face in his neck. He smells just like his bodywash, mixed with something musky and rich. You press a kiss under his jaw. "Alright, I agree to your terms."

He kisses your head. You can feel his smile as he does. His hands are much more skilled this time around as he massages your lower back, soothing away the cramps Aunt Flo brings. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement."

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i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

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“anything I ask?”

sylus gets the wrong items at the store for his (very upset) beloved.

lnds sylus/female reader, mentions of period pain, finished writing this at 4 am because I could not stop thinking about sylus and my heart started racing.

Sylus knew he'd fucked up. He’d fucked up badly. When he returned from the store with your favorite chocolate and a box of pads, he didn't receive his usual greeting and kiss from you.

You emerged to give him and the items a once-over before retreating into your bedroom. The apartment was eerily silent, save for a few of your barely-audible sniffles and whimpers.

Other than spending a little too much time persuading (gently threatening?) the entire floral department to make an extravagant arrangement of all your favorite flowers, he’d gotten you exactly what you’d requested.

Had he done something wrong? The pads were definitely the right kind. The chocolate in his hand was the special flavor with the toffee pieces in the yellow wrapping — 

Oh. 

The chocolate bar he held was wrapped in orange, which meant no toffee. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and cursing himself for not noticing such a simple detail during his purposeful errand run.

He abandoned the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter, reminding himself to get a vase later.

He winced and swiftly approached your bedroom door, letting out a small puff of relief when he turned the handle and noticed you hadn’t locked it.

"Sweetie?" He entered, tentatively approaching the breathing lump in the center of the bed. His heart ached when he heard a muffled little sob. "I’m so sorry I didn’t notice. Let me get you something else to eat while I run back to the store again."

He was just about to turn away when a hand slithered out from underneath the blankets and grabbed onto his wrist. His heart squeezed in his chest at the sudden contact. "No." You sniffled, still hiding your face from him.

"Is… there something else you need, my love?" 

You gasped out another uneven little exhale. Your head peeked out tentatively under the layers of blankets. Mussed hair obscured your face, static clinging to the strands. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance.

Sylus nearly forgot his predicament, urging himself not to react too fondly to the sight of his beloved, who would surely gnaw his head off if he smiled at her painfully adorable expression.

He blinked away the heart eyes that he was busy making when you snatched something out of his hand. Before he could ask any questions, you hastily unwrapped the foil of the rejected chocolate bar and shoved an entirely too-large piece in your mouth. 

"Wait-" Sylus tried to reach for what remained of the chocolate but you pulled it away from his reach, continuing to nearly choke, all the while still pouting at him. This time, Sylus couldn't hold back his laughter. "Sweetie, you don’t have to eat that. I'll go get the toffee kind. I’ll just be a moment, I promise."

He retrieved the car keys from his pocket, turning toward the door when you grabbed onto his arm again.

Your lip started to quiver a little bit. Sylus’ eyes widened. "What's wrong?" He kneeled down at the bedside, holding both of your hands in his own.

"Did you see my text?" You asked, gazing up at him, eyes completely devoid of prior irritation. It's that look you give when you're about to cry again, which made his chest ache.

Sylus’ hands were instantly padding through his back pockets as he fished out his phone with an uncharacteristic sense of panic. "No, I must have missed it. Let me just-" 

One missed call. Three messages sent an hour ago. 

“sy, changed my mind. don’t want any chocolate, just want you to hold me. my heating pad died.”

“sy, are you at the store yet? please hurry back.” 

“is everything okay?”

His shoulders dropped. He was such an idiot, spending all of that time in the floral department creating some grand project while you were in pain, waiting for him to return.

And you were worried about him.

That was supposed to be his job. What was he thinking, anyway? You told him not to hurry, but if he had just read the situation a little better like he normally does- 

You knew exactly what he was thinking, and you wouldn't have any of it. Another sniffle, and suddenly, a smile. "Thank you, Sylus."

His eyes flitted back up to yours. He shook his head firmly. "No, don’t say that. I’m so sorry, my love. I never should have left for more than ten minutes. I was trying to make you feel better, but I made everything worse." He chuckled low and bitter, his eyes downcast to your joined hands.

Just as he was about to spiral even further, he felt your soft hand embracing him, cradling his face in your familiar warmth. He finally met your eyes again.

"The flowers are beautiful, my love. You are so thoughtful." You smiled so softly, so earnestly, that Sylus swore he was moments away from melting.

Sylus blinked rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut and willing some lasting composure into his body. He inhaled suddenly, his chest expanding and refusing to contract. "Let me call the twins to bring a new heating pad." He cleared his throat. "It should only take--" 

You tenderly trailed a thumb along the side of his jaw. Sylus’ skin warmed pleasantly, tingling in wake of where your fingers touched. "Later. Just need you, Sy." Your voice is broken but it's still so soft, so lovely.

He exhaled, his breath trembling. His hand enveloped yours, and he didn’t even have time to admire the way that his fingers wrapped around yours completely.

He turned his head to the side and pressed his lips to the skin of your wrist. His brow pinched as he savored your scent, your sweetness. "I promise I’ll make it up to you." His red eyes delicately concentrated on you, pleading, begging you to take his word. 

"Anything I ask?"

"Anything," he whispered, breathing deeply, reverently, into the your palm of your hand.

He let you grab onto his shoulders and pull him into bed beside you, his heart fondly pattering against his chest when you curled up into him, your back pressing into his front. You manhandled him until his arms surrounded you completely and his large hands were under your shirt, cupping your exposed stomach. You let out a satisfied hum, slipping away into your lover's soothing embrace. His breath was still coming out in rushed little exhales onto your shoulder.

No matter how many times he’d gotten close to you in this lifetime, he still couldn't process the euphoria of the feeling. 

You squeezed his hand. An unspoken understanding. He placed a kiss on your shoulder. 

"Love you, Sy." You mumbled softly, sounding exactly how you do before you drift into deep slumber. His breathing finally slowed. His heart thumped steadily, peacefully against where you’re connected. 

"Love you, sweetheart." He stamped another kiss on the soft skin of your neck. "Feel any better?" 

When you didn't respond, he raised his head slightly to look at the side of your face. Your eyes were shut and you were snoring faintly, your hands still wrapped around his own. 

Sylus smiled, pressing his body as close to yours as he possibly could. He allowed himself to settle into slumber, into the waiting dreams of his beloved.

(Opalesquegirl 2025. please don't copy or translate without permission!)

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sylus is rich. disgustingly so. he only eats at fancy restaurants and shops at big ticket department stores.

there is nothing i would like to do more than show him the beautiful world of street dumplings and second hand hobby stores.

10 dumplings for ten dollars? they can't be good. wrong. they're mouthwatering. hidden store with other people's used stuff? definitely just trash in there. wrong. they've got rare vinyls he's been looking for for ages on auction sites.

there's so many beautiful things he hasn't experienced due to his absurd wealth and i think that's just tragic. i want to see him eat a messy burger from my favorite diner. i want to see him find vintage designer sweaters in thrift stores for five dollars. i want to see him do normal poor person activities.

there is nothing i love more than sylus x an insanely normal person. a man drenched in gold and diamonds and his partner who prefers wearing sweats. a man used to the finest things in life and a partner who is content with common pleasures. delightful.

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SylusMc cuz why not? 🙈🩷🩷😳

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Lipstick (sylus x gen!reader)

Tags: fluff, established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, reader wears makeup , they kiss hehe, nicknames used: beloved, my beloved (Sylus calls you that) and sy (you call Sylus that), NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: aly ( @deusfoundry ) has indulged me too much once more for sylus x gill propaganda. (sigh) here we go. This is can be interpreted with your self ship or gen!reader too. Also a little bonus scene at the end . Yes the lipstick shade is based on what I used irl (it's also named skinny dipping , a peach nude color).

Wc : 0.3k words

"What do you think about my lipstick?” You ask Sylus, turning your neck towards his direction. He is sitting down on the bed you both share, with a satisfied smile and his ruby red eyes, gleaming with absolutely pride for you.

He doesn't answer immediately but rather gets up and approaches you, his height and build looming over you as he cups your cheeks. You smile back at him, leaning against his calloused palms with a content sigh.

“You look beautiful, ” His voice, deep and sweet— a contrast to his cold and arrogant tone when he conducts business. The side only you saw and a side he indulges in when he's with you, “Absolutely beautiful.”

He lowers himself down, kneeling down as he kisses your lips. You cup his cheeks, pressing him closer to you until you both broke away from it.

You glance back at the mirror, checking your makeup. Everything remains in place, except for one.

Your lipstick.

You looked to Sylus and laugh. Your lipstick transferred to his lips, leaving a visible color and presence that you were there. He laughs, grabbing your lipstick as he brings it close to you.

“Let me.” He says gently, bringing it to your lips now and letting color grace it once more.

“Sy, I can do —” You try to say, but he shushes you.

“I know, but let me do it.” He says again, his voice gentle yet with conviction for you to listen and sit still while he finished the job. He closes the lipstick minutes later, a proud smile on his face as you both looked into the mirror together.

“Beloved,” He whispers with utmost love in his voice. He kisses the side of your head.

“My beloved. ”

Bonus scene:

What shade even is this, sweetie?” Sylus asks, inspecting the lipstick like he held a protocore and was ready to sign a deal.

“Skinny dipping.” You answer.

He laughs, grinning at you.

“Pardon? What was that, sweetie?”

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Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

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Little Dove

A/n: Sylus is such a girl dad 🥺🥺I tried to mirror this similarly to Little Apple for consistency, lemme know if I should do this for the other lads boys

Cw: pregnancy, cute baby, fluffy dad Sylus

You’re pregnant.

Your periods a month late, and you were worried how you’d tell Sylus; not that you didn’t want to have a baby—his baby no less, but it wasn’t exactly planned.

The twenty eight year old was absolutely thrilled when you showed him three positive pregnancy tests (he’d been determined to knock his girl up). Sylus will take care of your every need and desire, leaving no room for wish or want in your heart—cooking healthy meals for you and the baby, flying in foreign snacks you’re craving, and many, many back massages.

You’d never seen the stoic leader of Onychinus so happy. He was going to be a daddy. And when you went to your ultrasound appointment and learned you were having a little baby girl, Sylus was over the damn moon. A mini-you. A tiny little girl with your eyes and hair, your nose, your smile, everything.

Sylus had everything prepared for the nursery—he’d painted the walls a soothing blue himself, contrary to his usual red, as you painted little stars and flowers on the walls to imitate wallpaper. He’d ordered traditional wooden furniture, and you watched from the couch as he put it all together instead of having it premade. He’d take you shopping for baby clothes and baby toys, giving you his black card and telling you to go wild. After all, your baby deserved to be spoiled.

He’s had a hospital bag packed and ready to go the month you shared your pregnancy—not that you’d be going to a hospital; he’d flown in a team of highly certified and competent physicians (he’d kill them all if anything happened to you or your baby) for the last month of your pregnancy.

As soon as you go into labor, Sylus will call in the physicians and make you as comfortable as possible. Surprisingly, you have a very easy birth. Don’t get it wrong—it still hurt, but you had no tearing or complications. When the head physician gently placed your tiny girl on your chest—only seven pounds, you began to cry. Sylus was worried at first, until he realized they were happy tears, and relaxed.

It was your baby—you and the love of your life just had a baby together. Your tiny family was utterly perfect.

Sylus is a doting father and husband—constantly taking care of your little one so you can fully rest and recover. He’ll stay up with you during feedings in the middle of the night (man has no sleep schedule), rubbing your back and whispering sweet words of encouragement. He’ll feed your little one breast milk from bottles during the day as you nap or take time to yourself, finding that sparkle in yourself again.

His tiny girl, his Little Dove, is just dozing against his chest. Her tiny eyes are squeezed shut, her little lips in a firm pout. Funnily enough, she came out looking just like him: little white fluff (albeit curly like your own), and red doe eyes. It was almost as if your genes didn’t even try to compete—but she has your nose and eyebrow shape. A perfect mixture of both him and you.

His Little Dove coos softly, her tiny hands trying to clench on his shirt, her little feet kicking a little. Sylus will soothingly stroke her tiny back, and gently kiss her tiny forehead.

His Little Dove.

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玩够了就开始吧，等不及了。 Done playing around? I can’t wait. Love and Deepspace (2024), dev. Infold Games

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Fuck a personality test. Which label sticker r u?