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And guess what I still did it

reblogging a post that says “do it scared” vs actually doing it scared

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FIRST PULL OF THE DAY WHOOOO🎉🥳🎊

Wishing this luck and better on everyone!

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intro.

It’s…strange. This gnarling feeling settling in the pit of his gut.

He usually would’ve heard something from you by now. But as he scrutinizes his phone at the head of an oblong desk in an empty conference room, the text he sent you following the conclusion of a gig remains unread.

It was sent two hours ago.

He rings you again for the nth time. Nothing. Oh, he’s not liking this. It’s a slow creep of dread, a furrow forming between his brows as he rubs his chin. Maybe he’s overreacting. Still—

“—alright, bossman?”

He looks up, the vapor of his thoughts parting. Luke’s across the table, Kieran beside him, leaning back in his chair, testing his weight on one chair leg, and toying with a folding knife.

“What?” he clips, a little disoriented.

Luke tries again. “Everything good?”

He studies his henchmen for a beat or two before his lips quirk into something unconvincing. “I’m fine. You’re dismissed.”

Reluctantly, the twins stand, nod, and exit, checking on him from over their shoulders as they slip through the door.

He told them he was alright. Doesn’t mean he believes it himself. So, Sylus calls you again. This time, he’s sent to voicemail. Either your phone is dead or you’re intentionally giving him the slip.

Jaw set, he calls the other anchor of your trio—Zayne.

The phone rings once before that clinical tenor breaks through the static with a half-hearted, “Yes?”

With the phone held between his shoulder and cheek, Zayne kicks the door to his office shut, forgoing the lights, and crumpling into an exhausted heap on his chair.

Five hours repairing a ruptured heart valve.

Sylus skips the pleasantries on the other end, getting straight to the point like the businessman he is, tone more hard-edged than the norm. “Have you heard from her?”

Leaning back, Zayne slips off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s about to ask who through the haze of an impending headache, but realization sinks in.

The only her he could be referring to is…you.

Come to think of it, you haven’t replied to Zayne’s messages informing you he was out of the OR. Uncommon, given that you typically respond within minutes.

You haven’t even read it.

With his brows pulling together, he sits up slowly. “Not since earlier this afternoon. Why?”

That glacial drip of dread? He’s starting to feel it, too, as his throat constricts.

Fabric rustles on Sylus’ end. The leather of a chair squeaks. A door closes. Hurried footsteps click over polished floors. “Because I haven’t heard from her, either,” Sylus says on weighted breaths.

Zayne has the same thought, tearing himself from his chair and shrugging into his coat. Urgency hijacks his movements as he presses past interns and curious staff members, setting course for the parking garage.

“Did you still have her phone tapped?” Zayne presses, already in the driver’s seat, his cell still fastened to his ear.

Sylus sighs, the engine of his car jolting to wakefulness. “No. Not since the last time we fought about it.”

They remain on the line as they drive to your apartment complex, the silence between them so thick, it hangs like a double-ended noose around their necks.

They acknowledge each other with hardened looks when they converge in your parking lot. A wordless exchange. Tense jaws, rabbiting pulses.

Your car isn’t in the lot. And still, no answer when they take turns calling you, standing at your door.

They let themselves in.

Sylus could’ve easily used his Evol. Zayne could’ve shattered the lock with his. But you trusted them enough to have keys made for the pair of them—an illusion of normalcy in the discord of your lives.

After searching your apartment with only traces of your perfume in the air, they agree to wait it out.

You’re fine. You have to be. You’re their spitfire of a lover, refusing to go down without a fight.

Following what feels like an eternity of impenetrable silence—of tightly wound fingers, ground teeth, taut breaths—the lock to your front door gives, and the artificial light from the hallway spills in, silhouetting your frame.

Both men spring up from their seats at your dining table, fingers brushing, they’re standing so close.

You don’t notice them at first. Peel of your heels, stumbling, humming something incoherent. You’re clearly inebriated, the hem of your dress askew on your thighs, your hair disheveled by the wind.

It isn’t until you flick the main light switch on that you see them, and you freeze.

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Okay so listing the shit Sylus has gone through from memory...

He is heavily implied to have been rejected or outright abandoned by his parents as a very young dragon

He was always an outcast. Not human enough. Not dragon enough.

He cut off his scales and his horns because he hated them so much. But they grew back no matter what he did (again as a child)

The only kin he had got slaughtered right in front of him. Leaving him as the last dragon alive.

The same humans who slaughtered his kin but spared him because of his appearance turn on him the moment they see he is not in fact human and try to kill him. Again, this all happens when he is young.

He is then persecuted by humans until at some point, he ends up sealed in the Abyss, a greatsword lodged in his chest, preventing him from moving freely even down there. He stays like that for 1,600 years, surviving on Wanderer Protocores

He meets MC, who frees him. They fall in love, split half their souls with each other, and are happy. But due to the dragon's curse, Sylus is destined to kill her one day because she is his beloved... or she him, because she is his destined archnemesis.

MC is taken from him. Sylus goes berserk and loses his mind, his dragon instincts taking over fully.

He sacrifices himself for MC last second before he can kill her. Breaking their curse. Giving her a chance at a life free from being used and abused, and himself eternal rest

Only, MC has other plans and curses him to eternal life, essentially. Only she can kill him.

At some point in time, Sylus is reincarnated together with MC in the nebula. There they are both locked up in a gladiatorial cage as mere children, forced to kill for public entertainment. Think Hunger Games.

They successfully escape together, but at a later point in time they are separated by the Deepspace Tunnel or as Sylus says "You were quietly moved to another garden in a foreign land".

Sylus ends up in space-time prison. We don't know how long he spent there or what was done to him, but I doubt it was in any way pleasant or easy.

He escapes and space pirates through the cosmos for MC, who he can probably sense is still out there. He eventually pinpoints her location, but is unable to properly reunite with her... because she has regressed to a young child. He frees her, but walks off... effectively losing her a third time. He also learns of the horrific torture that Gaia put her through. He watches over her from a distance, but never approaches her, valuing her autonomy too much to insert himself. But he waits for her. Hopes – no, knows – that she will find her way to him, if only to seek answers about her past.

The next 12 years – as most of his existence – are spent almost entirely alone, with no one except Mephie for companionship. He has no friends. No family. No close associates. Things do improve with Luke and Kieran's arrival.

14 years after he left her, he meets MC again. But she doesn't remember him, and worse, actively hates him and blames him for the death of her family, of which he had no part.

He is told straight to his face that MC – his soulmate and prime reason for living – rejects him, fears him, and is disgusted by him. Which very visibly hurts him.

Sees the Deepspace Tunnel again and with it, memories of losing MC. Again, the pain on his face is very visible.

In Death and Rebirth, he gets a hurtful reminder that he still doesn't have MC's full trust. And – yet again – the distress is apparent. Because their trust in each other is everything to him.

So... in summary: Sylus has been used, abused, isolated, and locked away for most of his life. He is so unused to kindness and to being treated like a human being that he doesn't know how to react when people wish him happy birthday.

Any care he was shown for the first millennia of his life came exclusively from MC, the one person to actually see him as something other than a Monster. Said soulmate is taken from him twice, tortured and repeatedly killed, her memories of him erased. When they meet again in current timeline, she hates him, and it takes a long time for Sylus to undo the damage of their first meeting.

The man has not had it easy, nor has he gotten to feel much joy.

So it'd be understandable to become bitter. Cruel. Cold.

But he doesn't

Hell, he never even crashes out (as far as we know).

Instead he's compassionate, an animal and nature lover, attends and donates at charity events, takes in the two orphans that tried to kill him, is the King of Consent, very emotionally mature etc.

Sylus is so strong, man... he never lost himself. He never lost his innate kindness despite a life (or lives ig) where nearly none was ever shown him.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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This is a first!! Maybe I can pass a few more orbit levels now 😭

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The way he came home when I was pulling for no reason 💕💕💕😭

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i didn't sleep before my work because of it...

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-Old art post-

God ...... I have so many unposted ones i'm gonna fix them up a tiny bit and post them randomly if i feel like it.

🗣️ working on some really good new ones right now..

Either way i really like the mc in this one she is so cute.

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I cannot lie this brought me to tears

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I- 🧍‍♂️

I have nothing to say for myself;;

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Oh- I didn’t need melanin on my legs that’s fine thanks

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Hubby came home pretty quick this time from leftover low pity thank the lord

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Prologue | Previous | Next (coming soon)

Yay! ✨Here is Chapter 2✨

(I promise I’m working on getting their story on webtoon! The hope is to have it up by the end of July!)

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So does anyone wanna here about my Sanji Android au in which instead of throwing him in the dungeon Judge transfers Sanji's over to an android body he built based on borrowed (stollen) Vegapunk designs but this still doesnt work and Sanji ends up running away anyway

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I read a fanfic about them and now I love them.

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I think as a culture we have all forgotten that fandom is supposed to be fun.

It’s not that serious.

It was never supposed to be that serious.

Especially since most of the drama and hurt revolves around shipping.

All of the ships are fictional. Being canon doesn’t actually negate the fact that the ship isn’t real. 

No ship, or any aspect of a fictional universe, is important enough to treat another real life human being badly. 

It’s not that serious.

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"Making My Lemurian Sea God Husband Experience Human Summer In The Modern World For The First Time" 😂😂😂