#yay🎉

[m1ntoast]

💥Gut wrenching💥

[angelxd-3303]

Every now and then I think about the time when I was in middle school, and they would take me out of classes to put me in a room full of fellow ✨neurospicy✨ kids, and the teacher would try to show us how to socialize properly, and he showed the scene from Elf where the human raised by elves was walking around town acting different from everyone, and told us that him being all excitable and outspoken was 'socially off-putting', and inappropriate. I thought it was great, saw nothing wrong with it, and suggested that it was normal behavior for him bc of the environment he was raised in, no different than if I went to a different country with different customs. I'd look weird, but it wasn't wrong.

Yeah, I got taken out of more classes bc I 'needed extra help'.

I think about that sometimes.

[gayvampyr]

stop that’s so funny

[skatinginfinitelywithyourmom]

[ineffableuser]

damn guys it worked

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby let’s Cassidy meet her FNAF movie friend!

[radio-static666]

artist cred; wandering_nicky || IG

Distorted visions of my demons My reflection has no meaning

I whisper secrets to my mirror, And in the silence, I see you clearer

Chained to this place, stay here with me A silent plea to set you free

You see my shadow in the hallways I've been lost here in this dark haze

- Secrets // Amira Elfeky

[verridaiya]

—Dream Blooms

"I've seen you there, before."

This fic was born from watching Sylus's Abyssal Blossom card and watching my heart break into a million pieces. It hurt, but then I realized you know who hasn't been hurt by it? Sylus.

Based on the prevailing theory/my headcannons that the Abyssal Blossom card was just a dream, brought on by MC's yearning for a normal, quiet life after the events of Beyond Cloudfall chapter 7.

Synopsis: Sylus invites himself over to take care of you while you're sick. You tell him about a pleasant dream of yours and proceed to break his heart. (Or, you dream of something you've dreamt before, and Sylus hears about it for the first time.)

Contains: Spoilers for Sylus's Beyond Cloudfall myth and the Abyssal Blossom card, Sylus x MC/reader, gender neutral MC/reader, angst/hurt (the comfort will come later), current timeline Sylus & MC

Word Count: 1.7k

“I had a strange dream again.”

“Another one, sweetheart?”

Sylus’s voice is a soft murmur above you. You open your blurry eyes to a darkened room and a pleasantly warm body under you, wrapped around you. Your head feels as hazy as the moonlight filtering in from the cloudy night sky through the window. Half-awake and half asleep, you can still feel the sensations of your dream like phantom memories. You hum an affirmation, shaking off the vestiges of a medicine-induced sleepiness.

You’re not quite sure how you found yourself in this position: sprawled out on your couch, nestled between a warm blanket and an even warmer Sylus, breathing in the scent of him through your admittedly stuffy nose. The last thing you remember was you laying collapsed on your bed, trying to convince yourself that you’re not sick, you’re just tired from a long week at the Hunter’s Association, and to muster up the energy to find something to eat. And then, suddenly, there was Sylus, filling your doorway as he had filled every part of your life, your thoughts, and now your dreams.

You’ve been having more of those recently, ever since you absorbed the power of another Aether Core almost a year ago. Reality intertwining with illusions, the people in your life woven intricately into a tapestry of dreams. Fragments of memories, glimpses of things that could never be, or never was. Flashing scales underneath glistening waves. Zayne, in a flowing robe you’ve never seen on him before, but looked so right on him. A silent forest, illuminated by starlight. You would wake up yearning for something just out of reach, hands outstretched to capture the essence of something that slips, incorporeal, through your fingers.

This dream was gentle, though. And this time, your hands didn’t need to reach far to grasp the heart of your dreams.

“You were in it this time, Sylus.”

“Oh?” he says, sounding intrigued. “Do tell, kitten.”

You hear him place something on the coffee table—his phone, probably—his attention shifting solely to you. He carefully moves to his side, extricating himself from under you, a large hand propping his head up so he can fully face you.

The soft moonlight illuminates on his face, throwing it into relief. Silvery hair threaded with shadow, a pale complexion half shrouded in darkness, eyes like banked hearths warming you with its glow. Through the haze of your fever, you can almost envision what you saw in your dream. You lift a hand pat his soft hair, as if searching for something that wasn’t there, before trailing your fingers down the side of his face.

“You had something on your head.” No, not exactly on his head. You can’t quite remember. The you in the dream was certain that the something was more a part of him than anything else. You frown slightly. The more you strain to remember the details of it, the more awake you became, and the more it danced out of your grasp. “Something sharp and twisting. Rough. It was beautiful, though. You were beautiful.”

Sylus stares at you with wide eyes you couldn’t decipher in your current state. There’s a spark of something foreign in his eyes.

“And?” he urges on, his deep voice uncharacteristically eager to your ears. He reaches to grab the hand that was holding his face, pressing it gently to him. His thumb rubs against the back of it in small soothing motions. “Can you tell me more about this dream of yours, kitten?”

You grasp at the cotton inside your head, stuffy from sleep and sickness. It takes so much effort, to tease apart the strands and find the wisps of fading dreams. It doesn’t help that you were also fighting off the drowsiness. You try, though, to give him what he’s asking for, as he always does for you.

“We were standing in a lovely field of flowers. They were breathtaking, Sylus. Such a vivid, dazzling red. There was a black spire in the distance, I think.” The spire had stood tucked away in the backdrop of rolling hills, but it was a small detail your mind was stuck on for some reason.

Thinking about that spire again, your mind can almost conjure a clear image of your dream. A lingering feeling of déjà vu washes over you, settling heavy on your chest. You’ve dreamt this before; you feel this with every bone in your body as an unshakeable fact. You’ve seen this obsidian spire before, this sprawling flower field. You know with startling certainty that you’ve had this exact dream before. But when you try to recall when, the feeling dissipates and leaves behind only a phantom sensation and an absence in your memory you cannot comprehend.

Sylus watches as you shake away the remnants of déjà vu. Your brow furrows. You’ve come to be accustomed to his intense stares through the months you’ve known him, but this one was… strange. It was as if he was trying to look deep into the fabric of your soul, even without the use of the Aether Core in his eye. His face remains a blank and indecipherable mask, leaving you with no indication of what he’s thinking of. You wanted to know what was going on in that unfathomable mind of his.

Longing. Trepidation. Yearning, a yearning that aches and makes you want to answer its call. You become distantly aware of emotions trickling into you that weren’t your own. You didn’t realize you were resonating with Sylus until he severed it, the hand holding yours shifting to catch your wrist instead. He leans down to brush his soft lips against it before letting your hand rest gently on your stomach.

“How about you recover from your fever first before you use your evol, sweetie.” He laughs softly, the red-gold brilliance of your evols intertwined fading from your hands.

“Oh, sorry.”

His presence in your mind and by your side was so natural that you weren’t even aware of when you began resonating with him. It seemed like your body responded to your desires even while your mind lagged behind. That brief glimpse into him enabled you to decipher that emotion in his eyes, though you struggle to make sense of it.

It was hope.

“Never apologize to me. What else do you remember?” he asks quietly, before you can puzzle over it further.

You close your eyes, willing the memories of the fleeing dream forward. The golden light of a setting sun. The crisp cold of mountainous air. The feeling of being the only two creatures in the world. And, inexplicably, the feeling of home.

“We were up in the air flying, somehow, before we landed in that blossoming. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I felt like I was in a whole other world. When I turned around to look at you, I saw you sitting there amongst the flowers. Red, like shining rubies. Red like-” you pause, the words at the tip of your tongue. A silhouette appears in your mind’s eye, before it sinks back into the void.

“Red, like rich wine,” you finish, though you know that’s not what you had wanted to say.

When he said nothing, you continued on. “I decorated you with those flowers. We were so carefree, unworried and relaxed. It was just us, no one else, in the valley that was our playground. I think I was teasing you, or maybe you were teasing me. You said something about seeing the other side of things, something taunting. We ended up play-fighting, rolling around and sending petals up in the air.”

You smile, the warmth of the dream enveloping you.

“It felt so real.” You wanted it to be real, this lovely lush field and this gorgeous, monstrous Sylus.

Monstrous?

Startled out of your reverie, you blink open your eyes. No, there is nothing monstrous about Sylus. Not anymore, not since those first few nights that you’ve met him so long ago. Shaking your head slightly to dispel the thought, you turn your head to glance at him, realizing he hasn’t spoken in a while.

His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and drawn tightly together. You’ve seen this expression on his face before, briefly, when he struggles to heal a particularly nasty wound. His body is so tense when you reach out to him, muscles taut and rigid beneath your fingers. You’re not quite sure he’s even breathing.

“Sylus?”

At your prompting, Sylus sucks in a breath through his teeth and exhales. He opens his eyes and your breath catches. Rich garnet eyes glow in the darkness, twin wine-dark seas drowning in sorrow, regret. Agony.

It is so at odds to the sweetness of your recounted dream that alarm shot through you, temporarily driving away the sleepiness. Seeing the pain in his eyes unsettled you; it didn’t belong on his face at all. Your sluggish brain tries to make sense of what you could have said to have garnered this reaction. Did you say something wrong? Your chest tightens at the thought of hurting him with your words, somehow. You begin to prop yourself up.

Sylus stops you with one gentle hand, pushing you to lay back down. He silently regards you, the silence between you stretching into something delicate.

There are so many things you want to say, to ask and to comfort. Sylus was never one to let his emotions show as openly as they are right now. You want to ask what was wrong, take back your silly little story if all it gave him was pain, even if you didn’t understand why.

But through the jumble of your fever, all that came out of your tired mouth was, “It was just a dream, Sylus.”

He quietly watches you for a few breaths longer. Slowly, he lifts a hand to gently caresses your cheek, holding you as if you were something as fragile as a memory. Leaning down, he brushes his lips against your forehead, soft as a butterfly’s wings, as the petals of a phantom flower.

“You’re right,” he says, with a grief you cannot fathom.

“It was just a dream, sweetheart.” His voice is barely a whisper. “It can be nothing more than a dream.”

[heartswithinreach]

LaDS with a chubby MC

Xavier

As long as you're happy and healthy, who cares that you have a little extra weight? Not Xavier. He'll never stop looking at you like you hung in the stars in the sky.

He's so smitten it completely takes him off guard if you tell him you don't like the way you look sometimes.

If you say something bad about your body and he's within earshot, he'll get very serious and make you apologize to yourself. He won’t let anyone talk about his partner that way, not even you.

Your thighs are his favorite pillow. If you sit still long enough, he’ll slowly slide his way over and before you know it, Xavier’s face is pressed into your stomach and his arms are tight around your waist. It's the slowest takeover ever yet he's so subtle it surprises you sometimes. You'll look down while you're reading a book and suddenly he's there, napping away.

Your thighs are also his favorite target. He’s obsessed. He's biting them, he's stroking them from your hips to your calves, he wants them around his waist, across his lap, over his shoulders. He doesn't care who sees him like this. He's in heaven let the poor boy rest.

Rafayel

Rafayel has loved you countless times and in so many different ways. Do you really think something as trifle as physical appearances would keep him from you?

Absolutely ZERO MC slander will be tolerated in his presence. One unfortunate soul had the audacity to ask Rafayel why he settled for someone who looks like you during one of his exhibits and the havoc that followed was the talk of Linkon’s elite for months.

The only thing that saved the offender from being thrown into the sea was your forgiveness and a promise from Thomas that person would be banned from ever attending another one of Rafayel’s art exhibits. Rafayel clung to you for the rest of the night, distracting you from any insecurities by pointing out all the ways you inspired each of his paintings.

Rafayel encourages you to wear the clothes you like, not the ones you use to hide. He loves seeing you wear something new and daring when you come to visit him at Whitesand Bay and will always hype you up as you deserve.

When it comes to learning not to worry so much about what other people think or say, there’s no better teacher than Rafayel.

Zayne

Like Xavier, as long as you're healthy, your weight doesn’t matter to him.

But what does matter to Zayne is when you tear yourself down after he compliments how you look. It boggled him into stunned silence the first time he heard you say such things because you are the standard of beauty for him. It’s a violation of what he believes to be simple truth when you deny how beautiful you are.

Zayne creates a flow chart in his mind to counter every fault you find in your appearance and gently reminds you to be kinder to yourself as often as he needs to.

As your physician, he knows your body is doing everything it can to keep you alive and healthy, therefore, you should show it the same care and respect. If you decide to take up exercising, Zayne will help you make a workout plan that works with your heart and stamina and will exercise with you to keep you motivated.

Zayne knows a well-earned treat is good for the spirit so he's the best person to indulge in comfort food completely judgement free.

Sylus

You are all that Sylus adores. He knows he stares at you too much but he truly can’t help it. Softness has no place in the life he’s had to live without you and now that you’ve returned to him, he intends to get his fill of you.

But he isn't blind. The closer you two become, the more doubt creeps into your mind until you pull away from him entirely, ashamed as you ask if he's truly attracted to you as you are.

Sylus is immediately seething but he makes it clear he is not angry with you. He would never blame you for what you feel. Obviously, outside influences are at fault for making you think you could ever be undesirable to him. So, as soon as he knows he's allowed, he's unapologetically tactile and vocal. How can you feel anything less than perfect when you’re loved so completely?

He still wants the names of everyone who's ever made you feel unworthy, of course. Just to have a little chat.

Sylus will definitely use your measurements as some sort of passcode, along with your birthday and your anniversaries for his many, many armories and safe houses.

[crazykuroneko]

Gabriella Papadakis (FRA) and Madison Hubbell (USA) spoke about their same-sex ice dance team project and a lot of things in this wonderful article. The article speaks about heterosexuality expectation in figure skating - especially ice dance, power imbalance between male and female skaters in ice dance and pairs, the positive effects the sports could have if same-sex teams are the norm and many more. Please give it a read, it really captures the current situation in figure skating.

[electromains]

I can't believe Burnice has a cat gf

[capricioussun]

That’s a wrap! What a blast! Thank you sooo much to everyone who joined, it was so nice to just hang out and draw together! I’d love to do another one sometime, and not take a whole year or longer to actually do it lol

decafcoffee and ddr.lite are on insta, but @kiok0r0 and @krzakok here! And so am I! Or at least sometimes <3

Glad we could all be brought together by the power of underfell papyrus 🙂‍↕️

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[bamgeut]

"does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?" ↳ for @ashxxgyu 🎉

[akileaf31]

Happy Birthday Sonetto Part 2 🎉🎉🎉🥳

[confettiibunny]

bf!leon hcs ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

note :: mentions of sex twice, straight silliness and not meant to be taken seriously !! I just goobered around for 800 something words. Also I personally thought of di!leon bcs I love that old man 😈

──── ୨୧ ──── ₊⊹ ──── ୨୧ ────

⭑.ᐟ Loves to give you hugs from behind, warm breath tickling your neck as his hands are splayed on your tummy. Feeling his stubble graze upon your skin, calloused palms slipping under your shirt to feel you. Almost on instinct the two of you start to sway, rocking back and forth and back and forth. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen, mhm. As cute as a button." No matter how long you've been attached to the hip with Leon his voice always makes you a mess, the low timbre of it tickling your ear and sends a little shudder down your spine. And he knows this and takes this moment to tease you, lips against the shell of your ear as he whispers sweet nothings and his hands slowly but surely creeping upwards to your chest. But it's not long until honeyed words turn to desperate kisses and gentle touches turn to needy. Forgive him, really, he's just a man and man has his needs. And as he scoops you up and carries you off to the nearest flat surface, it's not like he won't satisfy your needs too.

ᝰ.ᐟ Gives the best piggyback rides. No, actually please do this with him; he'll try not to act like crazy at first but deep down it makes him so happy you have no idea. Who is he to pass up the chance to have you clinging to him with your arms around his neck and legs on his hips? It's so cute to him when he starts to run around the apartment, laughing as your shrieks and yelps fill the air. Yeah, you might be choking him a little with your arms but it's okay! Nothing beats hearing you struggle for air after laughing your ass off and feeling you lift his bangs up to lay sloppy kisses on his forehead.

⭑.ᐟ Plays with your hair as you guys cuddle. Mainly just a lot of petting, like you're a cat of some sort. Gets on your ass about it sometimes and playfully scolds you when you practically push your head into his chest to get him to touch your hair. It's soothing for both parties, laying you down atop his body and working his fingers into your strands to massage your head. Your blissed-out expression is enough for him, he’s do anything to keep it in his memory for life. Yes, playing with your hair was a must. Unless you just washed it. The hair stays untouched then. But on the days before you rewash your hair, you let him mess around with it as you're sprawled on top of him. Leon also does his best to undoes any knots he makes during sex and he's so attentive with it. Keen eyes do wonders for a tender-headed girl, propping your spent body in his lap as he carefully works out any tangles. Thinks your hair is so pretty and dotes on it, never letting you feel negative about it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cat dad. Hates dogs, but that's not a shocker. But also, he doesn't actually adopt a cat. Instead, he constantly comes home and whips out a stray kitten from his coat, holding the little critter in the palm of his hand. Makes you a cat mom (with your permission), and does his hardest to make sure the kitten is healthy. His favorite part of the process is when he sits on the couch and lays the little thing on his chest, giving it the lightest rubs as it curls up into a ball. You snag a lot of photos of these moments and save every single one, documenting every single cat he helps. You'll also use these pics to prove the fact he has some fat tits but for now, you'll let him have this wholesome moment with his strays.

⭑.ᐟ Not a single nonchalant bone in his body anymore. Yeah no, he grew out of that after nearly fucking dying more times than he can count on his fingers. That's partly your doings since being nonchalant doesn't exist in your vocabulary either. Besides, Leon's got a girlfriend sweeter than honey on cream. Who the hell is acting nonchalant with you? He is a true romantic at heart and while sometimes there’s a struggle to show it, the effort is there. Always expect good morning hugs, goodbye kisses, nighttime cuddles, weekend love-making, holiday fucking, literally anything and everything. He'll be a dead man before he stops worrying about the world so he'll love you like it's his last. Kisses you like he'll never kiss you again; a hand at the back of your head as his lips feverishly crash against yours. It's sloppy and loud with teeth and tongue, but he could care less. Go ahead, drool all over him if you want. He'll just wipe it off and just go in for another.

[curetsun]

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