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an ever expanding comprehensive list of autistic shit we know about zayne

because for some reason I have become the autistic zayne propagandist of tumblr so here we go

tried to waddle like a penguin as a child. also knows everything about penguin mating rituals apparently.

his love language is clearly an imitation of penguin behaviors (penguins give stones to express devotion, he gives candies to express that he cares because he literally can't say things like a normal person. hes a fucking autistic penguin)

can apparently tell every kind of flower apart by SCENT

rejection sensitivity so high he became a heart surgeon after he accidentally caused one (1) injury and tried to resign after he was FALSELY accused of malpractice

when you touch a part of his body he names a fact about that body

refers to your body parts by their full scientific names all the time

in his myth, the majority of books in his GIANT LIBRARY TOWER were about jasmines. where the fuck did he even FIND those

as a child he tried to comfort MC by leaving an unexplained and unnanounced box of snowballs vaguely shaped like seals at her doorstep. note that this was an entire box full of them like where did he even come up with this

during the "meet the parents" thing in the cafe interactions he's the only LI to very aggressively avoid eye contact during the entire dialogue

he obviously has a safe food (dessert) and a very unsafe food (carrots)

in the caleb five big booms arc, zayne gave hands down the most contextually weird explanation of anything I have ever seen, gave mc a pep talk (in the most monotone voice since amazon echo, mind you) out of NOWHERE, then slid mc an ipad looking thing (only mentioning it was willed to her by her dead grandma, not mentioning AT ALL that it contained life changing information, nor that grandma josephine actually asked him to take care of her after her death) and a candy. this man is the social interactions final boss

we learn in the wedding card story that during med school he struggled with executive function when it came to taking care of himself properly, basically lived off the bare necessities for survival etc. it could just be depression/exhaustion but from the phrasing of it it sounds like a deeper issue

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Despite seeming somewhat averse to eye contact, he also holds rigid rules about eye contact being a necessary part of politeness

His students say he is strict, which again highlights rigid rule-following

One of his regularly commented on character traits is that he seems cold and robotic.

His jokes often concern and terrify people instead of making them laugh (such as in his A Pure White Heart Anecdote)

His social habits and rigid rule following frequently cause him difficulty in his relationships (romantic and otherwise) as well as his career.

In the meet MC's family interaction he also explicitly says "im a picky eater" for his flaws

when he was a kid he wanted to fly but he already knew why humans couldn't fly so instead he tried to decrease his bone density. (it's giving me as a kid bc i knew babies were made with a sperm and egg but i didn't know HOW those two met so I asked my mother in complete terror whether my dad was in her tummy like me. like fully in her stomach)

GUYS GIVE ME MORE CANON AUTISTIC STUFF TO FILL IN IK IM FORGETTING STUFF

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sylus and his ravenous need to 'devour' ramble

i may be slightly insane for finding this romantic...but i am obsessed with the conversations online about the way sylus and mc constantly want to devour things; including each other.

all the complicated lore aside, at its core, it just feels so passionate and so viscerally romantic....and it keeps me up at night!!!!

like…. being attached to you with a red string and being part of the same constellation is not enough! i love you so much that i want to devour you so i can feel whole because every day i wake up and feel half-alive! like a wine glass that’s been half filled or a pair of shoes with no laces!

except maybe it’s more than that? because sylus is always starving. his kisses with mc feel a little more desperate with each new card, like he can’t stand to spend another moment being apart from her. touching her skin, her hair, her lips on his. it’s not enough. but it’s all their mortal bodies will allow. maybe the hunger for her keeps him up at night. burning through him like a fever. a wildfire in a forest.

and mc is the same. devour him. she’s not quite aware why just yet; but her soul burns for him. its other half. it’s the kind of passion that makes someone want to tear apart their skin and bones. shed their outer shell so they can be closer. please come closer. devour me, take me as i am, flaws and all.

just the whole idea of wanting to devour a powerful person because your greed can’t help it. that at the end of the day you can’t fight what your body wants. your brain will try to fight against it, trying to tell you that you don’t need it. that you can survive. but sylus has been alone for so long and despite his tenacity, eventually he won’t be able to fight against the dragon’s carnal desires. he loves power. mc is one of the strongest sources of power there is in deepspace. and that’s maybe one of the reasons as to why he’s so drawn to her. because love can sprout from that that greed of needing to survive, and she holds half of his soul, while he holds half of hers. and one needs to devour the other to be whole. and sylus is so in love he would just let the other half of his soul live inside of you if you ended up being the one to devour him, because at least he'll still get to be close to you.

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absolutely fell to my knees and it’s only 8am 🧎‍♀️ pea, my HEARTTTT 💖

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

@dizzydaisychains had to stop when I got to this passage in the book because I got so reminded of Hidden Affection, could hear duke sylus saying these words!

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oh my days, i absolutely ADORE your 'sylus loving you quietly' series like i live for it. hope to see more parts of it, thank youu <3

hi anon |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ!

thank you so much for reminding me that this series exists; i totally neglected it! part 7 is now up and you can find it here :)

so happy that you love it so much! hopefully you enjoy this new part too x

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sylus loving you quietly part 7

❀ sylus loving you quietly; tucking little pieces of you into the pockets of his peacoat, another trinket for his private collection, another gift for his altar. a crumpled receipt from a dinner date you had for your anniversary. a joke from a christmas cracker that made you knock your wine glass over because you were laughing so hard. stubs from tickets you won at the arcade, a scrunchie that he found in his sock drawer. the cork from the bottle of wine you both shared on the night you told him that you loved him. after removing these precious memories from his coat, he hides them in a mahogany box, tucked away somewhere you can't reach. and when he feels sad, he takes it from the shelf and sits on the floor of his bedroom, sifting through the trinkets, crimson eyes shining as he reminisces. a proud dragon admiring its treasures.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; "does you car engine always sound like this when you drive?" sylus gives you a look from the passenger's seat as you jerk to a stop at a red light. "uhhh...don't worry about it. she's pretty old. might need to bring her to the garage soon." sylus doesn't pursue the matter further. just hums along to the radio, feigning nonchalance. but later that night, long after you've fallen into a deep slumber, he takes your car into his workshop. grease and oil staining his hands as he gives your car some tender loving care. fixing the brakes so they don’t squeak when you press down on them, modifying the engine, pumping the tyres with air. by the time he's finished, the car runs like it's brand new. and after he's done, he slides into bed, too tired to shower. ten minutes later, your alarm goes off as the dawn of the morning creeps through curtains. you wake up yawning, nose twitching as you sniff your beloved’s silvery hair. "hmm...darling, why do you smell like petrol?" but sylus is dead to the world, his snores filling the room as you tuck him in before heading to work.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; attaching little scrolls of paper to mephisto's leg and having the crow visit you at work. his beak taps on the window as you let him in, his little feet stomping on the desk as he motions for you to untie the string. tara squeals as she rambles on about your secret admirer. you swat her away, unfolding the message, unable to stop the stupid grin spreading across your face. found this line from a poem. reminded me of you. it goes like this: i loved you first: but afterwards your love/outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song - love always, S x

❀ sylus loving you quietly; brushing the knots out of your hair before you sleep. he looks forward to it every time. it’s a brief moment where the two of you can catch up because just as you're going to sleep, he's waking up. like ships in the night, you exchange news until you can't keep your eyes open any longer and you fall asleep in his arms.

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(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ in case you want to read more:

sylus loving you quietly part 1

sylus loving you quietly part 2

sylus loving you quietly part 3

sylus loving you quietly part 4

sylus loving you quietly part 5

sylus loving you quietly part 6

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Daisy, I need you to know you've ruined me with the competitive dad fic. Like every time I see Sylus in another memory card, now I'm going to be imagining him vigorously squatting 😂 I just can't take him seriously anymore hahahhaha

omgg emmy hahahaha me too! .·°՞(˃ ᗜ ˂)՞°·. i needed to write something light, my brain has been so frazzled lately with all my wips! hoping to write more of this over the next few days; it was so fun! embarrassing dad sylus is about to get ten times more embarrassing (the referee, is going to go nuts)

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Competitive Dad Sylus Takes on Family Sports Day: Part 1

˙✧˖°👟 ༘ ⋆｡˚ Warm up 

“Dad, you’re embarrassing me!” 

Sylus blatantly ignores his daughter (lovingly named Rosie due to the faint tinge of red that always colours her cheeks) as he locks in, adjusting his headband as he starts aggressively squatting. Ten reps at a time. He’s the only parent that’s wearing actual sportswear: a nylon tank top and shorts that go above the knee, complete with matching socks and a pair of high performance sneakers (it's making Rosie cringe).

And of course you’re there too, a cooler bag full of snacks that Sylus had prepared in advance, because apparently winning starts with nourishment.

You try to hold back your laughter at your daughter’s mortified expression as Sylus continues to squat like there's no tomorrow and Luke and Kieran start practicing their family fan chants, both of them waving red and black pom-poms in the air.

The other families are ogling at the Qin family’s eccentricities, but Sylus couldn't care less. This is war. He’s not walking away today with anything less than a gold (much to his daughter’s dismay) and he’s going to have to do it without his Evol (sports day rules apparently).

Not that it matters. He doesn’t even really need his Evol. His physical strength and sharp wits are enough. Plus, he has you and his little girl as teammates. A guaranteed victory is on the horizon.  

“What’s the first event? Javelin? Hammer throw? Perhaps some sort of sparring?” he asks, moving on to arm stretches now that his body is starting to feel a bit more warmed up.

“Errr…darling…I think it’s the sack race first,” you say, reaching out to pat your husband’s shoulder as Rosie continues to send Sylus the stink-eye.

“Seriously, Dad! This isn’t like an Onychinus thing…it’s supposed to be for fun!"

Tutting, Sylus crouches down and places his hands on his daughter's shoulders as he gives her a serious look.

“You’re a Qin, my little petal. And Qin’s don’t lose.”

Rosie groans as Sylus blows the whistle that’s hanging around his neck, calling for a family huddle so they can go over the game plan. 

It’s going to be a long day. 

˙✧˖°👟 ༘ ⋆｡˚ Event 1: Sack Race 

Cursing, Sylus clutches onto the handles of the old potato sack that’s much too small to support the weight of a six-foot-two man. The other parents wave to their family members on the sideline. Sylus, on the other hand, puts on his blue-tinted sports sunglasses and takes a deep breath as he zones in on the finish line 200 metres away. 

“Go Boss! Go! Destroyyyyyy them!”

“Luke! Kieran! Shut up!”

“Rosie! Don’t tell your uncles to shut up like that!”

Bang! The starter pistol fires, and Sylus starts hopping like his life depends on it, making sure to take advantage of his weak competition by using his elbows to knock them out of his path. They fall into the mud with a yelp as Sylus yells at them to eat his dust.

It only takes seconds for him to cross the finish line, his competition practically nonexistent.

Punching his arm into the air in victory, he smiles in satisfaction, until he sees an angry, goblin-like man marching up him, a yellow card in his hand. 

“Disqualified!” the man yells as he shoves the yellow card into Sylus’s chest. 

Sylus feels his eye twitch. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve got my eye on you, handsome silver-haired man,” the referee says, getting right up in Sylus’s face, except, he’s too small, so he has to settle for staring up into Sylus’s chin. 

The referee marches off without another word as Sylus’s jaw drops in disbelief.

From the sidelines, Luke and Kieran cup their hands and boo at the referee's decision while you laugh and Rosie hides her face in her hands. 

˙✧˖°👟 ༘ ⋆｡˚ Event 2: Dodgeball

Sylus fumes as the referee blows the whistle for the second time and holds up another yellow card. 

“I didn’t even throw it that hard this time!” he argues as Rosie aims a kick at his ankle, begging him to just tone it down a little.

"One more foul, handsome silver-haired man, and you're out!"

Grumbling, Sylus squeezes the ball in his fist as he cracks his neck, ready to knock out another poor unfortunate soul.

Meanwhile, the opposing team are fearing for their lives, trembling in terror as they hide behind each other, praying that Sylus doesn’t aim for them next.

“Please can I serve this time Dad?” Rosie asks, trying to spare her opponents from her dad's wicked aim.

“No need, my little flower. Leave it to me…just wait until they feel the full force of a ball from the leader of Onychinus…”

“I think they already have, Dad.”

“Nonsense. That was me just warming up…”

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𝒜𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒞𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝐼𝓃

☾⋆ pairing: sylus x reader

☾⋆ summary: in which goodbyes are never easy and sylus can only try his best to find comfort in spending his final moments with you.

☾⋆ word count: 2.2k

☾⋆ a/n: this picture had me laughing but also crying because they both looks so sad ?? it inspired me to write this brief little snapshot of a doomed wedding and a last goodbye (praying the actual card gives sylus eternal happiness and not the abysmal ending i gave him…also i listened to as the world caves in by matt maltese on repeat as i wrote this hence the title…poor sylus…)

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In the middle of the Cassiopeia constellation, eleven thousand light-years away from Earth, a lonely chapel floats among the stars. 

It’s a curious sight for anyone that manages to spot it; very few do. Because despite all their advancements in technology, many of the people on Earth still cannot distinguish the chapel from the thousands of stars that make up the constellation. Some have even started to question its existence. But that doesn’t stop the stories of course. The legends of the floating chapel and how it came to be doomed to a life floating in space. 

The stories all begin with the same premise: that once upon a time, the chapel lived on a planet named Philos, revered and loved by all until the dragon claimed it as his own.

The tale becomes murky from this point onwards. Some claim the chapel became the nest where the dragon swallowed his victims whole. Others say it became the entrance to Hell itself, born from greed and sin of the beast. But only two people know the truth. The forbidden lovers who sealed their eternal fate with an oath.

However, neither lived to pass down the truth; that in the end, the chapel became the place where the sorceress gave half of her soul to her beloved dragon. A deal to make. A price to pay. And once the dragon had been slain and his lover found dead in a field of flowers, the mortals banished the chapel into Deepspace, tossing it into the depths of the Universe as if it were nothing more than a pebble on the side of the street, for blasphemous deeds had occurred within the chapel’s walls.

It drifted aimlessly for centuries. An empty vessel with no place to call home, until one day, the Moon took pity on it. How could the mortals treat such a magnificent building with disgust and disdain? How could they not understand the sacrifice that the lovers made just for a chance to be together? 

No, the Moon simply could not spend another decade watching the chapel orbit nothing, so the Moon gifted the chapel to the little stars of Cassiopeia. And where humanity had rejected the chapel that had been soiled with sin, the stars of Cassiopeia welcomed it with open arms, for they understood how much it had meant to the forbidden lovers. 

After centuries of battling against the elements of Deepspace, today the chapel is nothing more than a shell of its former glory, an impressionist painting that has faded over time. But still, despite the crumbling bricks and rotting pews, small specks of beauty can be found among the rubble. Stained-glass windows and wild roses are among some of the surviving spectacles, and most of the steps leading up to the altar still remain intact. 

But the chapel cannot live within the stars forever. A building made by mortals can only last so long in Deepspace, and as the sun sets on Earth and the Moon awakens from its peaceful slumber, the stars of Cassiopeia whisper that tonight is to be the night that the chapel will finally be laid to rest after a long and arduous life. It’s what Destiny had written many aeons ago, back when the Moon had plucked it from its loneliness in the sky. All things must return to the Ether eventually.

However, Destiny had failed to predict that two familiar souls would enter the chapel once more in secret, their hands intertwined as they hurry down the aisle, desperation in their footsteps as they climb the steps to the altar together in tandem.

It’s the dragon! The great and powerful Stayrus! One of the stars exclaims as the others look down in bewilderment at the lovers. The dragon has found his beloved again, and thus he has renewed his curse! Another lifetime where he is unable to defy his fate! Another lifetime where his love has doomed him!

He is not Styrus anymore, but has been renamed Sylus by his other half, the Moon sighs, watching the lovers with pity as two pairs of eyes stare deeply into each other, not a single word uttered, yet there’s a gentle understanding that this is to be a bittersweet ending to a condemned romance. 

I wish I could have given you two more time, the Moon laments as some of the older stars begin to weep at the tragedy of it all.

As predestined, Sylus must say farewell to his lover tonight, for this is the cross the dragon must bear alone.

There is nothing more you could have done, my dearest Moon, the mighty star of the North says, comforting its friend as the lovers begin to speak their vows to each other.

There are still more chances to come. Their souls will be reborn, and a new lifetime will be created for them. And when their souls fall to Earth, we will guide them to each other as we always do, with the hope that one of them will find a way to break the cycle. 

The Moon does not reply to the North star’s words of comfort. Instead, it simply casts its silver light one last time over the lovers, all of Cassiopeia falling silent as down below, Sylus gets down on one knee and kisses the knuckles of his other half. You. The person who he has chosen in every life. 

Gold light blooms from where his soft lips touch your skin as a ring materialises around your finger. The vows, sealed with a kiss of pure devotion, have come to pass. Now all Sylus can do is sit on the steps of the altar and wait for Fate to fulfil its duty and take him away. Not exactly how he had imagined his wedding day, but when you only have less than ten minutes left to live, you’re forced to settle with whatever you can get. 

He stares down at the gold band around his finger. Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor/Now I know what love is. Sylus reads the words that are forever engraved into the ring. A reminder that you were the first person to teach him how to love, and oh, how wonderful it feels to be wanted by another. A light in the abyss. A single rose that blooms in the garden of Hades. Hope. A dangerous feeling, yet Sylus can’t seem to let it go, even when faced with death once again.

“Do you really have to go?”

Your voice is quiet as you sit down beside him, your palms resting in your lap as your veil falls around your face like a halo. Beautiful. In every life, your face has remained as breathtaking as the life before. Every time he looks at you, it feels like the first time all over again, your beauty knocking the air out of his lungs with just a single glance. The playful twinkle in your eyes as you tease him, the way you know exactly what he wants, because it’s simple. He only wants you. 

But you are the one thing he cannot have, and now he must lay down his final valediction before he leaves. 

“I’m so sorry, my little dove.” Is all he can manage to say, his voice hollow as looks up at the stars.

“I’m afraid we weren’t meant to be in this lifetime either.”

He can’t bear to face you, even though he’s already memorised every detail of your wedding dress. The shape of every bead, the curl of every feather, the delicate patterns on every strip of lace. It’s all engraved into his mind. His only solace is that he’ll be able to take these memories with him into his next life, unlike you, who won’t even remember his name once your mortal body shrivels up and fades into dust.

“What if we don’t find each other next time?” you ask, tears beginning to stream down your face, your self-preservation failing you in these final moments.

“Sylus, what if this really is our last goodbye?”

Sylus swallows back a lump in his throat. It could be decades until his soul re-enters the Ether lifestream. And even when he is reincarnated, there’s a chance that your soul won’t be ready yet. That he’ll have to suffer in purgatory for an unbearable amount of time until he can finally embrace you again.

He thinks about lying to you. Thinks about laughing it off and ruffling your hair one last time. But his heart feels heavier than a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. What’s the point of lying when you both already know the truth? Perhaps you’re only asking him because you’re hoping he’ll feed you a little white lie. Anything but the silence. The waiting. It’s only prolonging the dreaded farewell. 

In the end, he can only speak the truth. 

“In every lifetime, you forget me,” he says slowly, taking your hands into his own as he turns to face you. 

“But it never stops you from finding me. Our souls are bound for eternity. No curse can change that.”

But it’s clear that you’re unsatisfied with his answer. 

“Why do I have to forget you every time?” you sob, the tears now pouring from your eyes as you squeeze his hands with every bit of strength you have, as if it’s enough to keep him from leaving. 

The ground begins to shake as the clock strikes midnight. The time has come. With nothing left to say in fear of upsetting you even more, he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and heaves himself to his feet, trying his best to pry your hands away from him. 

“No!” 

He’s caught off guard as you let go of his hands and throw yourself at him, slamming your fists into his chest, screaming and cursing blindly as a black hole tears through Cassiopeia and a powerful force begins to devour what’s left of the old chapel. The structure wails as the scaffolding creaks and groans in protest, trying its best to hold on, but the chapel is tired. Like Sylus, it cannot fight what has already been set in motion, and so, it begins to let go of the final bricks that are keeping it together. 

“I won’t! I won’t accept this Fate again! There has to be another option!” 

Sylus stumbles as you grab onto his hand and begin to flee, dragging him behind you as the altar steps crumble beneath your feet. 

It’s too late, Sylus wants to say. He can already feel his Evol weakening, can feel his body becoming weary as he feels a small flame ignite inside his chest.

It’s only a matter of time now.

But as you pull him to the edge of the chapel, the look on your face makes him want to try one last time.

Please. Let us survive. Isn’t our love enough? 

You skid to a halt as the floor comes to an end, the vast emptiness of Space surrounding the two of you as Sylus awaits your next move. There’s nowhere left to hide.

“We’re not going to be able to escape this, are we?” you say, complete and utter resignation in your voice.

“No,” Sylus says. “But we can try.”

You laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes as he grabs your wrist and you both leap into the vastness of Space, both of you floating like two feathers in the wind. It’s glorious, like he has wings again, and you’re right there with him, gravity making your dress spread across the sky, transforming you into a lily in full bloom. The Moon sighs as it shines its light on you, for it too has fallen in love with the dragon’s bride. 

Sylus feels infinite as he floats closer towards you, one hand wrapping around your waist, reeling you in as the other holds your face, his fingertips tracing over your features as he tries to memorise the curve of your nose, the soft feeling of your cheek, the colour of your eyes and the soft pink of your lips. 

“I promise to find you, no matter what,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours as you look into his crimson eyes for the last time. “So wait for me.”

He slips his wedding ring onto your finger and slowly shuts his eyes, his body becoming weightless as the fire in his chest spreads to his muscles, then to his bones, and then finally to his heart. 

“Sylus?” 

He reaches for your voice, but it’s only getting further away. 

See you in the next life, my beloved. 

And just like that, Sylus is devoured by his curse, his body becoming nothing more than red and black particles floating in the air as you let your face fall into your hands, your sobs echoing throughout Deepspace, for you are alone once again, just like you were destined to be.

The stars bow their heads in sorrow as they watch their precious chapel disappear, leaving the widowed bride with nothing but two wedding rings and half a heart. Dimming their glow in lamentation, they bid farewell to Sylus as his soul leaves this lifetime.

Look after her for me.

His final wish reverberates among the stars as they promise to guide you back to Earth safely when the time is right.

For now, they let you grieve, for they know you will be okay in the end.

After all, you've survived this loss before. 

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my favourite loser lover boy (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) !!!!!

🫵 fake idgaf-er, fake nonchalant, big phony, down bad loser etc.

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crescendo is so special to me (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)

my first ever sylus fic; i literally made my blog just so i could post it and it felt like i was just throwing it into the void and hoping for the best !!!

emmy, you were one of the first people to reblog this fic….and i appreciate it every day!!! 💖

“You are my sun and my stars. My fate is yours, for eternity. In my past life, in this life, and in every life to come after, I will be yours if you’ll allow it.”

-love and its many forms, even if the words themselves never appear

@dizzydaisychains crescendo

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🥵 He is so gosh darn FINE!!!

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A plea to the stars and ready or not sound so fun!!!

Have any snippets you'd like to share from those wippies? If not totally fine, know I am SAT whenever those get released :D

hello emmy!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

i'm kicking my feet at the thoughts of anyone being excited for one of my wips, so this means a lot to me that you sent this! i've been working hard on a plea to the stars, so here is a snippet of part 1 for you and anyone else who is curious as to what this sylus fic will be about since i've kept things quite vague. (i've been researching quite hard, trying to pick apart the meaning of 'desire' and what it means for sylus's character in the fic. my nights have been spent pouring over the works of roland barthes and the poetry of the 19th century romantics.)

i hope everyone enjoys this snippet!

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PART I: FALLEN PETALS

“Veiled Melancholy has her sov’reign shrine,

Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue

Can burst Joy’s grape against his palette fine;

His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, 

And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

– From Ode on Melancholy by John Keats 

i.

Under the crimson sky of the N109 Zone, through an archway built from brambles and thorns, there stands an impressive greenhouse made from the finest glass in all of Deepspace. Inside, wilted leaves and dead foliage litters the floor, as if time within the glass is frozen in an eternal Autumn. 

And in the middle of the withered petals and plants, Sylus stands tall, his lips pressed together in a thin line as determination engraves itself onto his face. 

With shaking hands, he pours a trickle of water from a small watering can. Holding his breath, he watches as the drops absorb into the fresh soil. Nice and steady. No need to rush. After so many failed attempts, Sylus has learned to be patient. Like mortals, the flowers have a mind of their own, a whole set of nerves and reactions that Sylus has studied with the hopes of growing a garden of flowers to keep him company when the two of you are apart.

Maybe it is possible, he thinks to himself as he stares down at the little rose bud in the soil. Maybe this time the flower will trust me.

With all the gentleness of a cloud drifting across the sky, Sylus waves his fingertips over the sole survivor of the blight he cannot cure. The single rose bud trembles as gentle wisps of black and red mist tickle its body, trying to coax the little plant out of hiding. 

Maybe they just don’t bloom this time of year. It’s a sentence that haunts him in his dreams; a lie that serves as a cruel reminder that everything he touches is doomed to die. 

Melancholy hangs in the air as the little flower shivers. Desperate to save it, Sylus increases his Evol strength as he attempts to create a warmth akin to sunlight with his powers, but his energy only overwhelms the flower. It shivers as it slowly curls into itself, fighting to stay alive, until it all becomes too much, and just like its predecessors, it shrivels up and dies. Life fading away before it even had a chance to be born. 

Shutting his eyes, Sylus murmurs a soft farewell to the rose, crouching down to remove the pitiful stem from the soil. Perhaps it’s time to face the truth that nothing can grow in darkness. That maybe, just like his garden, the N109 Zone is incapable of flourishing under his rule. Even the greatest empires fall in the end. Babylon. Atlantis. Rome. It’s only a matter of time before The N109 Zone crumbles. He can feel it in his bones; knows that he’s getting weaker by the day, and the urge to devour every soul within range is only getting stronger. Protocores cannot satiate the greed of a dragon. 

His soul wants to devour its other half.

“Sylus?”

A faint breeze drifts through the greenhouse. The dying leaves suddenly perk up at the sound of a sweet voice that holds the promise of light and rebirth. Getting to his feet, Sylus turns around and finds you smiling at him, a wicker basket in your hand. His breath hitches as he drinks in your appearance; a chiffon sundress that falls to your knees, paired with the delicate gold necklace he had bought you in the last auction he attended. 

“What brings you here, Kitten?” Sylus asks, trying to wipe away any trace of his misery in case it worries you. He hates making you worry. Hates the way your worry leads to you waking up and screaming from nightmares of your past. Why do I dream of plunging a sword into your chest? Sylus, tell me it didn’t happen that way! Sylus always loses count of the hours you spend weeping into his chest after awaking from your bad dreams. All he can do is cradle your body in his strong arms and assure you that dreams are just dreams, that all those things happened a long time ago. But how can he protect you from your Destiny? Around and around the two of you go, stuck in a loop of killing each other. How can he break the curse without losing you? 

“Earth to Sylus?”

He blinks as you hold up the basket from the entrance and smile.

“Were you even listening to me? I was asking if you wanted to try and plant these seeds. And while we’re at it, let’s see if my resonance Evol can help bring some of these flowers back to life.”

As you walk closer towards him, the plants whisper excitedly at your surprise arrival. Sensing the warmth of your Evol, they bend their stems towards you, eager for you to caress their dried up leaves. One touch from you will heal them instantly. Sylus has seen you do it. You were the one who healed him with a single touch, after all. 

“Mephisto was sitting on the roof of my car after work. He kept cawing at me until I followed him into a flower shop,” you explain as Sylus raises an eyebrow.

“Since when did you and Mephisto become such good friends?” He takes the basket from your hands and examines the contents. Among the seeds he can spot painkillers, a roll of bandages and antiseptic cream. 

“Did Mephisto also tell you to get medical supplies in the flower shop?” He gives you a suspicious look as a faint blush tinges your cheeks. 

“Okay…maybe I lied. Mephisto didn’t come and get me. The twins told me you were gardening and I was worried you might open your wounds while digging or something." You give him a sheepish smile as he snorts in amusement.

“They also may have told me that it depresses you that nothing ever blooms in your greenhouse. Is that true?”

“Luke and Kieran will say anything to get you to come over. They say I’m nicer when you’re around.” 

“Oh? And I shouldn’t be inclined to believe them?”

“Take it with a grain of salt, Kitten.” Sylus takes out the packet of seeds, turning them over in his hands. “Peonies?”

“Prosperity, honour, wealth. All the things that are needed to make the leader of Onychinus smile,” you say, matter-of-factly. 

Sylus snorts. “Am I that shallow that only factors of success can make me smile?”

“Well, there’s also another thing that I think can make you smile.” You take a step closer to him, your hands behind your back as you look at him from behind long lashes.

“Does it involve a certain Miss Hunter?” 

“Yes, no, maybe so,” you tease, echoing his own words as you balance on the balls of your feet and place a quick kiss on his jaw. 

Sylus shivers as he drops the basket and reels you in with his Evol, his hands holding the small of your back as he looks down at you with desire burning in his eyes. 

“The plants missed you,” he says. 

“And what about you?” 

“You already know.”

“I already know.”

Sylus’s hand trails down to your heart, his large palm resting over the skin that protects it as he counts the beats. On the surface, it seems normal. A mortal heart; he counts sixty-three beats per minute. But it’s pseudoscience when it comes to you, because Sylus knows. He knows what they did to you. The harsh lights of the Ever Labs. The cold, sterile glass tank he pulled you from. He remembers it all. How fragile you looked, eyes scrunched in pain, begging for someone to just pull the plug. They had ripped the wings off his guardian angel. He can still feel the fury that coursed through his veins; how could he let this happen? He blamed himself for years, only daring to watch you from afar. Solitude became his punishment. But the Universe had other plans. The tug of the red string was too powerful. The other half of his soul was calling to him like an echo in a canyon, he had heard it in the depths of his dreams long before you even remembered his name…

“My heart isn’t going anywhere you know.”

Your voice makes him drift back down to Earth as you poke his cheek. Right. His palm is still pressed against your beating heart.

“I was just wondering if it’s been giving you trouble recently,” Sylus says, not exactly telling a lie. 

“Actually, it’s been pretty stable these days,” you say, a slight frown on your face. “I can’t tell if it’s a good or bad omen.”

“Let’s take it as a good one,” Sylus says, stroking your hair, briefly wondering if he’s trying to soothe himself or you. “Perhaps you can help me with the flowers then, if your Evol is up to the task.” 

Sylus watches as you look around, sadness in your eyes as you take in the wilted foliage around you. But it leaves as quickly as it arrives, and within seconds you’re out of his arms and picking up a nearby trowel, determination in your eyes as you give Sylus a bright smile. 

“What are you waiting for? If we start now, I’d say we can have this place in full bloom in an hour.”

For as long as he can remember, Sylus has always succumbed to the despair that likes to drag him into the darkest depths of his depression. Aeons of reincarnation can do that to a soul. 

But in this moment, in this glimmer of light in a garden that reeks of death, Sylus fights against the waves of his grief and allows you to pull him to shore. 

Just this once, Sylus pleas with Fate as you lead him to one of the flower beds in the corner of the greenhouse.

Please, let me stay with her in this lifetime for a little longer.

[dizzydaisychains]

xavier being a english lit kinda guy is making me go feral 🤭

Feeding the Neighbors Masterlist

Meet Caleb...

The aerospace engineer major who canoodles as a private chef on his downtime. His favorite past time is experimenting with new flavors and picking your brain as the residential food scientist, aspiring recipe developer.

Meet Sylus...

The nepo baby of a huge offshore tech conglomerate no one knows the name of. His favorite past time is keeping a clean tight ship during monthly supper clubs (and annoying you). Somehow keeps everyone fed when they're one step away from death's door.

Meet Zayne...

The med student growing increasingly worried about everyone's lack of balanced meals (especially Xavier's, who subsists off of instant ramen and meat skewers). Occasionally cares for underclassmen at the university clinic and is often relegated to revive the most wasted (or sick) residents in the apartment complex.

Meet Xavier...

The English Lit major who dedicates an entire room towards anthropological texts dating back to the Sumerian Era. An absolute atrocity in the kitchen (banned for life). Some speculate those texts should really be preserved in a museum somewhere...

Meet Rafayel...

The walking artistic catastrophe who permanently has paint embedded under his nails. Others have tried to recommend mani pedi services, only for his immaculate cuticles to be stained by a homemade pigment he's sourced abroad. Becomes the sushi master who hosts weekly sushi nights (don't worry, he hasn't killed anyone from lead or cadmium poisoning yet).

Apt 1 : Sylus | Caleb

Caleb | Prelude

Apt 2: Zayne | Xavier

Xavier | Prelude

Apt 3: Rafayel

Apt 4: You

coming soon...

[dizzydaisychains]

thank you for the tag, @peascribbles here are my current wips (∩˃ᴗ˂∩)✧ :

sylus:

1. a plea to the stars

this is the big sylus fic i’m working on!! so much is happening in it !! there’s a road trip, plenty of funny and heartfelt moments !! and of course sacrifices to be made by both sylus and you…

2. divinity

heaven/hell au in which sylus is lucifer’s right hand man and you’re one of the archangels of heaven and the only daughter of the ‘almighty’. heavy on enemies to lovers. and also there’s a prophecy that hangs in the air: heaven and hell will go to war and lucifer has assigned sylus with the task of figuring out how to stop it…..if only he didn’t keep getting distracted by a divine presence…..not that he would admit it….

3. the asterville chronicles: tea time in fumbally

a new chapter for asterville! you arrive with sylus’s suit for the upcoming ball. sylus is surprised that madame amelia has sent you to personally deliver his clothes and tries to find every excuse to make you stay for tea…..(this is post the love confession so expect awkward conversations and sylus being incredibly sweet).

zayne:

4. ready or not

i started this one ages ago and hopefully will finish it!!! just a fun fic where zayne tries to plan out his first kiss with you but of course, it all just keeps going horribly wrong and he tweaks out but it’s also zayne so he’s just silently tweaking, eye twitch and all…

Tagged by @irandial 💖 I'll just...list my LADS wips only, because my writing folder have 724 files, and 3/4 of those are wips from every fandom I've ever interacted with.................. 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. 👁👄👁 I'm sorry idk 61 people, let alone writers, but.....no pressure tags to these lovelies 💖 @deepspacenova @vesearlee @iraot @solifloris @aeyumicore

5 times you ask zayne for food suggestions + 1 time you ask sylus

5 times you hide your relationship with sylus + 1 time you told the truth

darling can i be your favorite

father's day

foursome because i lack shame

risky pregnancy ask - 03 - mc dies baby lives

risky pregnancy ask - 04 - stillbirth-miscarriage

ZayneMCCaleb - one bed three of you

brat tamer caleb

build a city that dreams for two

if you're a worm, then i'm a worm

is it that sweet (i guess so)

kiss me hard, kiss me good

k-i-s-s-i-n-g

phone sex with caleb

playing tic-tac-toe for my x and o's

post-baby lovemaking

Report

Return To Eden

Rotten Apple

Time for Takeoff

Violet Eyes

you can be my lover girl

got me playing with fire (and it's all I desire)

The Fish That Loved a Cat

21 Steps

birdie bully boxing

devastation salvation

Evermore - Elysium - dragon au

grassland au

grassland sylus forever in my heart

grinding on sylus

Little Parrot

love is all i feel, my dear

No Man's Land

omegaverse

Sylus bet

Sylus- Breeding dream

Sylus hurtcomfort

The Crow and the Kitten

The Dragon's Gifts

untitled sylus ruin

up all night playing kitty cards

xoxo

fall into your arms

I Do (I Do Not!)

my universe, my everything, my sunset

xavier potatoes

Delirium

Emergency Surgery

eyes closed, dreaming of each other

Surprise Dinner

zayne brainworm thats my fault but also lowkey nova's fault too (see discord chat)

zayne i want a baby

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 02 - first trimester and oh by the way

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 03 - second trimester and craving carrots (and more carrots)

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 04 - third trimester and

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 05 - you and me and baby make three

03 - love you more

Bride of the Dragon King

08 - Xavier - every time i look into those angel eyes

[dizzydaisychains]

spent my sunday morning reading through some sylus fics and general love and deepspace drabbles and guys….you are all so talented i’m absolutely blown away at the love and deepspace fanfic community like the fact these fics are on here for FREE !!! all the effort, all the wonderful metaphors and ideas that you guys come up with…. like i’m genuinely in awe. i aspire to be like you all 💖

[dizzydaisychains]

i was the one who requested the sylusmc drabble where she’s afraid of thunderstorms and it was SSSOOOOOOO GOOD I AM EATING IT UP i love your work 😽🩷

OMGGG anon i am glad you liked it !! i can sleep peacefully now knowing i did your prompt justice ☺️ thanks for your love and support on my work x

[dizzydaisychains]

omg you know damn well that i am EATING THIS UP !!!!!

“would you ever consider loving me?”

fell to my knees. clutching my heart. keeping this fic in my heart for the rest of my life 💖

Where the light lingers

A/N: k so ik that I said it would be a long fic but I think this is a perfect length for it, more and it would be dragging.

Pride and prejudice au, sfw, soft.

yall are gonna like because I like it and I'm picky as hell.

The first time Sylus met her, he was convinced she would be the end of his patience.

It was an evening drenched in golden light, the kind that softened the rigid lines of the world and made even the sharpest truths seem momentarily gentle. He had no use for such illusions. The estate’s gardens were lively with chatter, an unbearable buzz of pleasantries exchanged like currency, though he had long since ceased to care for society’s games.

And yet, there she was.

She stood apart from the usual crowd, not in the way one might expect. There was no air of careful distinction about her, no deliberate effort to outshine or impress. She was simply... at ease. Engaged in conversation with someone who hardly seemed worth her attention, yet she listened as though every word mattered. Her laughter, unrestrained and genuine, cut through the tedious politeness of the gathering, drawing attention despite itself.

Sylus was annoyed before he even understood why.

It wasn’t until they were formally introduced that he felt the first tug of something unexpected. Her gaze met his without hesitation, without expectation. There was no deference, no quiet acquiescence to his presence. If anything, she seemed... unimpressed.

He had long since grown used to admiration, to the weight of assumptions placed upon his shoulders before he even spoke a word. But she, with her measured look and easy smile, seemed perfectly content to view him as nothing more than a man she had just met.

Sylus disliked it immensely.

And yet, he found himself watching her more than he meant to.

The weeks passed, and by some wretched twist of fate, their paths continued to cross.

She had a way of drawing attention without meaning to. Not through grand gestures or loud proclamations, but simply by existing in a manner that defied expectation. She was clever, but not cruel; sharp, but never unkind. And, to his dismay, entirely immune to his carefully maintained distance.

They clashed more often than they spoke in civility. Not because she sought to argue, but because she questioned things others would never dare to. Where others nodded along to his statements, she countered. Where others shied away from his sharp words, she met them head-on.

Sylus told himself it was infuriating.

He refused to acknowledge the truth of it, that he was beginning to anticipate their meetings more than he should.

There was an evening when the air turned cold too soon, when the fire in the drawing room flickered low and restless. He found himself seated near her, not by choice but by circumstance. He told himself he would ignore her, that her presence would mean no more than any other person in the room.

And yet, she spoke to him.

“The sky is stubborn tonight.”

He glanced at her, drawn from his thoughts. “How so?”

She nodded toward the windows, where the last remnants of light clung desperately to the horizon. “It refuses to give in to the night. Look at it, it lingers, holding onto something it can’t possibly keep.”

Sylus studied her for a long moment. “Perhaps it knows the night is inevitable, but fights for what little remains.”

She turned to him then, something unreadable in her gaze. “Or perhaps it is simply afraid of the dark.”

A silence stretched between them, heavier than it should have been. He had spent years perfecting the art of conversation, of measured responses and effortless dismissals. But she was not the kind of person who allowed words to be meaningless.

For the first time in a long while, Sylus did not know what to say.

He did not want to care. He reminded himself of this fact often, as though repetition might turn it into truth.

But care he did. Against his better judgment, against every ounce of logic, he found himself watching her more often. Noticing things he had no business noticing; the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when she was thinking, the quiet way she hummed when she believed no one could hear.

And worst of all, the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He had spent so long believing himself above such things. Love, sentiment, attachment, these were burdens he had been raised to avoid. They clouded judgment, made men reckless.

He told himself he was not reckless.

He told himself he did not want her.

It was a lie he could not hold onto forever.

The moment everything shifted was not grand or dramatic. It was not the result of some catastrophe or revelation. It was simply an afternoon like any other.

She had been speaking with someone else, entirely unaware of his presence. The sun was bright, casting patterns of light and shadow across the garden. And then she laughed...

And Sylus knew.

It was not a sudden realization, not some poetic awakening. It was quiet, steady, something he should have known all along.

She had already unraveled him, thread by careful thread. He had been a fool to think otherwise.

But knowing was not enough.

There were still barriers between them, some spoken, others merely understood. She was proud, and so was he. But her pride was of a different kind, it was not arrogance, but certainty. The knowledge that she deserved more than what he had been willing to offer.

And so, he would have to be better.

He did not know if he was capable of such change. He did not know if she would ever see him as something worthy of her regard.

But for the first time in his life, Sylus was willing to try.

The courtship was unspoken, a quiet thing woven into the fabric of their days. He lingered in places he never would have before, listening when he would have once dismissed. She softened toward him without meaning to, the space between them closing in increments too small to measure.

Then, one evening, as she stood in the soft glow of candlelight, he found the courage to ask: "Would you ever consider loving me?"

She did not answer right away. Instead, she studied him, as though weighing something far greater than the question itself. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I already do."

Sylus, for all his certainty in the world, found himself entirely undone. And as she reached for his hand, fingers threading through his as though they had always belonged there, he thought, perhaps, for once, he did not mind being undone at all.

Their courtship in the days that followed was tender, filled with hesitant steps forward and secret joys too fragile to share. She turned toward him a second too late after he'd already looked away. He memorized the cadence of her laughter when she forgot herself. They spoke in half-sentences, unfinished thoughts that the other somehow understood.

They walked in the gardens, always keeping a respectable distance, yet every shift of the breeze felt like an excuse for their fingers to nearly touch. He found reasons to hand her books, each exchange lingering a heartbeat longer than necessary. She sought him out in quiet moments, in drawing rooms and moonlit corridors, speaking of nothing and everything.

At times, neither dared to meet the other’s gaze for too long, afraid of the truths it might reveal. But when she caught him watching her, and when he did not look away, the world felt smaller, as though it had been shaped just for them.

The anticipation of what lay ahead, the promise of a future bound together was more intoxicating than either had imagined. And yet, beyond the formality of proposals and promises, there was the quiet excitement of simply knowing. That soon, she would no longer have to glance over her shoulder to see if he was there. That soon, he would have no reason to resist reaching for her hand. That soon, they would belong to one another, with nothing left between them but love.

Dividers by @adornedwithlight