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[kdragon1209]

Dragonfruit

Fantastic fantasy book based on Pacific Islander culture. Definitely worth reading.

Things to Heed: 

Exile 

Poisoning 

Dragon Hunting 

Blood 

Murder 

Bombing

Blackmail 

Parental Death 

Pet/Animal Familiar Death 

Curses 

Eaten Alive 

Implied Child Abuse 

Racism (a little) 

Feelings of Unworthiness

As always, feel free to add anything I missed.

[typona]

I couldn't get this scene out of my head after reading the book!

[shellsweet]

All my love promises will leave with you

You'll forget about me, you'll forget about me

Next to the station I will cry just like a kid

Because you're leaving

Because you're leaving 🎶

[clairewritesfanfics]

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 6

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

a/n: I know, I know–it's been 800 years and the jellyfish are walking naked–but before you throw rocks at me, I have a very good reason for not updating in so long; two words: Invincible hole. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! edit: I'm also sorry if I haven't replied to your comments/replies in the previous chapters, it's hard navigating Tumblr replies 🤧

CHAPTER 5 | Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

You don’t think you were an envious person. You aren’t completely immune to feelings of inadequacy, but you didn’t spend a lot of time comparing yourself to others. Except for special cases.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Sylus says.

He brought you to a tavern, in a different city this time, brighter and looking more like a Disney theme park than medieval Gotham. Despite his mild grumpiness when the sun is out, Sylus is quite fond of walking around outside, provided that it was the afternoon or near the evening. Before you arrived, he’d been alone, stuck in that sad cave in the Abyss for over a thousand years. Neither of you understood how you managed to free him, but all that matters to Sylus now is that he can stretch his wings whenever he wants–and that he can drag you along.  For this trip, you wore a period-appropriate outfit he bought for you, but he didn’t bother putting on anything, saying that his illusion magic would be enough.

When you don’t reply, he calls out your name again.

“What?” You turn away from the slice of cake in front of you.

He raises an eyebrow. “It has been fifteen minutes since you last spoke, and you’re not eating like it’s your last meal today.” 

He’s teasing you but you only grin as you pick up your fork. “I was thinking.”

“I gathered as much.”

“Sylus.”

He hums, pouring himself another cup of tea.

“Tell me, what do you think of a person who gets jealous of someone who is not real?”

“What nonsense are you spouting now?”

“You see, even from a young age I liked to read books, some were fairytales and love stories, others were meant to scare me or take me into a journey beyond the stars. At some point, I developed… affection for certain characters.”

“Affection? Are you speaking of romantic love?”

You smile. “Something like that–rather than outright love love, I think it’d be fairer to call it infatuation. It’s silly. I became obsessed with these figures of imagination to the point that I would get angry when they fell in love with other characters.”

You expect him to say something mocking, but instead, he drops a sugar cube into his cup and says, “I don’t think it’s silly.”

“That’s surprising. Most people would call me crazy, after all, what’s more insane than loving something that doesn’t exist?”

“I’m not most people. Desire is simple, humans make it more complicated than it needs to be. It’s far more foolish to lie to ourselves about what we feel.” He shrugs.

“You’re right, it is simple,” you laugh wryly and poke the strawberry on top of your cake. 

He watches you. He then sets down his cup and looks at the street. “Fictional people aside, have you experienced true love?”

“No.”

“Huh.”

“Shocked?”

“Yes.” He meets your gaze. “You struck me as a hopeless romantic.”

You laugh for real this time. “It’s precisely because I am a hopeless romantic that I have never experienced that kind of love.”

“I don’t follow.”

“I told you, I like to read. Love that transcends time and space is a common theme for a lot of books.” You stab the cake. You spent most of your life admiring the stars so now, no earthly gem can ever compare. “One would have a higher chance of meeting a mythological creature than finding true love.”

He chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me about your reality, don’t I qualify as a mythological creature?”

The cake crumbles and you push the pieces apart. “That’s true.”

Ruby eyes fall over to your sulking form. 

Sylus clears his throat and looks at the stores. “It’s truly fascinating how much this place has changed since I last remembered.”

Your ears perk up. Since you’ve met him, Sylus has barely shared anything about his childhood or his life a thousand years ago.

“What was it like?” You ask.

A little girl passes by the street with what looks to be her grandfather; her twintails bob with each step she takes. Her head turns and she sees Sylus. Without missing a beat, she offers a toothy grin and waves her arm in greeting. 

Sylus weakly raises his hand, the faintest smile evident on his lips.  

Satisfied, the girl continues dragging her grandfather around the town.

“It was a little village, barely big enough to house more than maybe 300 people. There used to be a town square where this very tavern stands.” There’s a far off look in his eyes, mind somewhere you cannot see.

Heart aching, you say playfully: “I bet you were a cute kid.”

He snorts. “I was small.”

“I have a hard time picturing that.” The Sylus you came to know is a big guy, not just physically, his presence has a way of enveloping you. When he’s in a room with you, you can’t help but look at him.

“I was a tiny thing,” he continues, “it was ridiculous, really, even the human children were taller than me. My horns and tail and wings used to be much bigger than my body. They feared me, but because I was smaller they still had the guts to throw rocks.”

You hum, watching him reminisce. 

After a while, he exhales and looks at you. “Anyway, is there anything you’d like to do today?”

“I’m going for a job search.”

“...what?”

“You’re already letting me live with you for free, not to mention paying for my meals, I figured it’s about time I earn my own money.” You sip on your tea. 

“You don’t have to do that.”

You hated your job back on Earth, and you fantasized about living a carefree life without having to worry about rent or food. But you soon discovered that life as a homebody is no fun and games either. As much as you enjoy annoying–ahem, admiring and praising Sylus, staying alone with him for too long is making you feel things. Things that have no place in your heart. 

“You can’t–you don’t have to work,” he insists. “I have more gold than I know what to do with, you can use them all you want.”

“As tempting as the offer is–” who doesn’t want to be a handsome dragon’s sugar baby? “–I’ll have to decline for, let’s say, ethical purposes.”

“But–”

“Sylus,” you cut him off, the soft clinking of your teacup on its saucer sounds sharp, like a warning bell. “I’m doing this.”

He is about to protest, but then he catches sight of the bruising on your wrist, so he purses his lips and folds back on his chair. “I’m sorry.”

The Sylus in-game is the epitome of a perfect man: confident, secure, respectful and devoted. But the Sylus sitting in front of you is basically Rapunzel. Over a thousand years spent alone in his tower with no human contact may not have broken his mind, but the gaps in his emotional development are evident. He’s growing too attached. You knew of the consequences of staying with him and you selfishly let it happen. You don’t know how destiny works, but you know that somewhere in the future, there is a world where Sylus can be happy, truly happy with the woman he loves. And you love him too much to rip that away from him, so you will do the right thing and leave before either of you can make a mistake.

***

Sylus doesn’t understand. 

Humans work to make money, so they can buy things. From what you told him, you always worried about money, that’s why, even though you loathed your job, you did not stop until you died.

But his cave is full of treasures already. He has enough money to last him for eternity, enough to last the both of you for as long as you live. 

He hates that he does not understand. He hates that small trinket shop that hired you, and he hates that human boy–no, the young man who looks at you like… like you just told him really good news and now he can’t stop smiling.

It’s infuriating. 

He would never admit this to you, but sometimes–not all the time–he wishes you were a bird. You would be a very adorable bird, he thinks. A loud and cute thing. If you were a bird, he would build you the biggest, most intricate, most beautiful golden cage. Only the best bird seeds and fruits would be given to you. You would never want for anything.

If you were a bird, you could stay with him.

If you were a bird, you wouldn't have to leave ever again.

***

“Everything’s been running more smoothly since you came along,” says Orson as he carries the newest delivery of antiques inside the store. He’s the grandson of the owner and an incredibly polite eighteen-year-old. 

“Well, I’m glad you find me satisfactory.” This place isn’t so bad. Compared to your old nine to five, this is easy money. The people are also nice enough. No one calls you an idiot every second and the only other employee, Orson, knows how to pull his weight. 

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. We used to lose a lot of the smaller stuff, but your–what do you call it, inventory? Your inventory makes it easier to keep track of everything.”

You laugh and help him unload the crates. You fish out the usual knicknacks that are sent to this store: silverware, secondhand books, old toys, a kettle–no. 

You rub your whole face.

Orson peers over from his crate and teases, “Dust in your eye again?”

You ignore him and look back at the contents of the box. This can’t be. 

He calls your name as you reach inside and carefully pull out a lamp, its gold sheen nowhere to be found under layers of dust and dirt. Wrapped around it is a small, black and red dragon.  

@phisen @leryg0 @capribun @sinnamon-bunn @wegottastayfocus @erisnxxi @syyyy4ever @limerenceisserenity @shiorihoshino @poptrim @jeleryyy @serenity-loves-red @vigtore @imagineblaqkttv @calverkeys @malleus-draconias-rose @traumaramacenter @tak3yourpill @lucifers-silhouette @lanxianschoenheit @anixx1 @cupid-gene @animechick555 @lostpsycho13 @roselleviennesstuff @athanasia-day @nazifa613 @multisstuff @shadowqueen09 @sleepykittycx @perla-drg @codedove @mentaltrouble2201 @seris-the-amious @alyssac9 @kira-loves0905 @yutterfly @nerrivm @sharlinna @sleepykittycx @huuvu

Sorry if I missed /repeated someone in the tags, Tumblr doesn’t exactly have the best commenting system.

a/n: How’re you guys liking the verb tense change? I know I originally wrote everything in the past tense but since this is set in an otoge I went with the usual present tense used in such games. Or does it feel too awkward? ALSO PLEASE NO SPOILERS ABOUT THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE MAIN STORY. I have been busy with finals so I still haven't played them.

CHAPTER 7: Coming soon.

Disclaimer: The image of Sylus used in this post does not belong to writerclaire, it is an official image from the game itself.

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[aria-greenhoodie]

Have some meme redraws of the radioactive old man yaoi ft. my Human Bill design again‼️

Click for Quality!

[sonofcelluloid]

Why did Daniel suddenly get really into building model cities during his time with Marius? I’m so glad you asked. Because he inherited Armand’s autism in the turning😌

[postingjustwhatever]

@handymanbill 's AU but with my Bill design

[wormwoodandhoney]

some books read in 2025: the buffalo hunter hunter, stephen graham jones

this is my telling for today. the pipe is empty.

[myfandomrealitea]

"But published books don't give you trigger warnings!"

Which is objectively worse because you are spending actual money. Its not a flex. Even movie showings give you pre-warnings of film content in the opening screen.

Nobody is holding a gun to your head and making you tag things or include trigger warnings, but you also can't complain or harass the people who stop reading your content or won't read it at all because you refuse to give them any insight into what they're about to read.

[allagashed]

that one part in the book where patrick randomly eats several (?) handfuls of sand like it’s a normal thing that normal people do

[blindrapture]

In 2011, I started writing a thing, on a whim. In 2013, I finished it. A lot of people seemed to love it? Then over the next decade, I put a lot of work into expanding and editing it, with plans for a complete physical book release that didn't happen. Well, here it is again. As an internet novel. A finished novel, this time.

I will start posting the story on May 21st, 2024. May 22nd will be a day of rest. And then, from May 23rd until October 21st, every day will see a new chapter-- a new log. ("F-Five months?? How long is this novel?" Oh yeah, good point. That won't actually get us to the end. There may be another eight, ten days of chapters afterwards. It is important, however, to emphasize the May 21 - October 21 model.)

I will make sure to put the bulk of the contents under "Read More" breaks, so each log won't clutter your browsing experience.

The logs will have art in them. Not as much as in the original draft, but there will still be some. As of May 1st, I expect art by Rappu, RealaChao, Wiratomkinder, and Vis.

I plan on supplementing the logs with the occasional post talking about the making and intention of the story. I dunno, it's gonna be a five-month distribution period, I'm gonna get antsy during that and am gonna want to ramble. That'll be separate content, though.

And when the story is fully and completely posted on tumblr, I will release the full novel on my Website, where I like to keep the rest of my creations. Both the tumblr novel and the Website novel will be free reading, forever. I reserve the right to try again at a paid physical edition afterwards.

So! That's it. Rapture is coming. OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING is coming.

Trigger Warnings: Sex, Gods, and Rock & Roll. (violence. some swear words. teenage angst, cringe. death. insects. surrealism. symbolism. unpredictability of what will be explained and what won't. sexual acts with dubious consent-- you will be able to skip that part. religious iconography. and so much prog rock.)

Get ready for it.

[lainalit]

The way I would laugh if SJM redeems Tamlin and makes him & Elain become friends in her book

like all the mental gymnastics people did for crucifying Tamlain & Tamlain shippers only for the author to turn around and make them friends

[moodymisty]

that one magnus ask gave me horny magic brain worms i fear. consider: magnus getting you all dressed up in something so tight and revealing it'd make a slaaneshi blush, just so he can admire how pretty and obedient you are for him. you're on your knees before him as he reclines on a throne, reading a tome of ancient knowledge aloud to you. he knows it's going over your head - your little human brain is too occupied with the huge cock sliding in out of your throat, drool dribbling down your chin, not a thought in that lovely head besides serving him.

it's to be expected, after all. you're his naive little thing, his favourite human that he keeps spoiled and dumb lest his endless pursuit of knowledge confuse and upset you. it's best that you leave the thinking to him, but just to stroke his ego, he pushes you away from his cock and asks you to repeat what he's been reading to you. he laughs fondly as you stutter and bite your lip, trying so so so hard to give a real answer instead of simply sucking him off again or rubbing the glistening damp spot in your panties. he thinks it's cute! maybe if you're very good he'll pull you onto his lap and pound you for as long as your mortal body can take, every orgasm dragging you deeper into sweet, mindless obedience.

(take me to horny jail)

@kit-williams pspspsp

you liked the last magnus horny ask how about this one XD

[tryingssss]

"we're getting the first rated r hunger games movie!" idk how to tell you this guys but squirrels are prob going to bite ampert few times and he will keep his flesh, skin and clothes. silka will only like stab wellie or they will show just her hair in between silka's fingers. we had some disturbing deaths and moments in every book and each time the movie showed less disturbing versions of that soo

[velvetcloak]

Me: just want to read something fluffy and light romance and already complete series

Also me: Finished this one in one sitting and now waiting for the third season

[vaginawoolf666]

Gather round for Sapphic Book Recs that do not have cartoon people on the cover and are good/well-written (with some nonfiction)

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amar El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (this is just an obvious pick at this point but it’s so fucking good)

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield (lesbian who gets stuck in a submarine for several months comes back different and her wife tries to get through to her)

Private Rites by Julia Armfield (three gay main characters who are deeply flawed, set during a slow apocalypse)

Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith (a great book about gender fluidity for the lesbian boyfriends)

Hotel World by Ali Smith (the first story from the perspective of a ghost who fell in love with a girl who works at a watch shop :,) )

Siren Queen by Nghi Vo (fictionalized Hollywood with magical realism and an Asian lesbian narrator)

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (tw for emotional/physical abuse)

After Sappho by Selby Wynn Schwartz (discussions of lesbian writers throughout history that is very speculative while also grounded in research)

Sirens and Muses by Antonia Angress (art school drama, girls kissing)

Art and Lies by Jeanette Winterson (a book where three historical figures exist at the same time including Sappho and a lesbian gender-bent Picasso)

Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeannette Winterson (tw for religious trauma, physical abuse, homophobia)

READ MORE VIRGINIA WOOLF OMG PLEASE READ THE WAVES ITS THE BEST BOOK EVER WRITTEN IM SO SERIOUS