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i bet he was bricked up in this scene😭🙏🏻

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OUR MAN IS BACK YALL WE DESERVE THIS!!!!

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Me: Main story finally!! Sylus! Zayne!

Also Me: MC!!!!!!!! SHE'S SO BADASSSS 😫😵🔥😭🥴💥💫

LESSGOOO GURL

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OH???????

OH MY GOD??????

DEATH AND REBIRTH WITH ZAYNE AND SYLUS????????

SYLUS CASUALLY AURA FARMING WALKING ON TOP OF A CAR????

LORE WE FINALLY GOT MORE LORE???????

IM LOSING IT IM LOSING IT

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Real talk,

Is it just me who's like depraved of lore right now? Like, I'm a deep-rooted Sylus girlie. Anything about my sweet dragon baby is great. But honestly, the story needs an update SO bad. Last story update came with Caleb's release. And no, the mini side stories you just read don't count.

I'm talking about how Zayne, Raf and Xavier got their free 5 star memories with the individual story branches.

Fuck, I know I'm impatient, but when is it Sylus' turn? Hell, Caleb's turn!

Also the fact that both Sylus and Caleb still only have their default regular companions while the others boys have like 3 or 4 each.... wouldn't be a problem if they had a fuck ton of 4 star memories like the other boys do, huh?

Infold, if you're cooking (and I hope you are), please just give me the lore already. I need it.

And I know they need time for animations, voice acting, etc etc. I know. But I feel like developing your story periodically, even if chapters are small, is crucial! Also, give out diamonds for each little node in the story chapters that are completed. Give us something to help with quint banners since there's little to no endgame content.

Anyways, small rant over.

Maybe I'll drop a vampire sylus smut fic I've been working on... wonder if you guys like that. 😈

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sylus headcanons because i was kinda bored:

- he purrs. Like really purrs like a cat, it isn’t very loud, only evident when you lay down on his chest, it’s like a quiet humming/slow purring that lulls you to sleep.

- he’s sensitive in the areas where his draconic features were previously present: at the top of his head where his horns used to be, his chest where the stone used to be located, the very same place where mc drove her sword through to end his life. Touching these areas, WILL resulting in soft, sharp gasps from his throat.

- he likes braiding/styling your hair. No, he’s not very good at it but he tries his best, brushing your hair, parting it and running his fingers through it (it’s just an excuse to touch you but you let him do it nonetheless).

- he looooves when your selfish or greedy when it comes to him. Holding him close, calling him yours, defending him in public, anything of the sort would simply make his heart skip a beat and he’d struggle to maintain his composure.

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(this is nothing but abyss still upset at the fact that sylus was so fucking young when those people casted him out. and the fact that he tried to cut his horns and dragon parts off just to fit in. im STILL fucking sick infold.)

what was a little boy like him supposed to do?

Taken from his family for being such a monster. All he wanted to do was fit in. His abnormal silver hair and crimson eyes made him stand out, but it's not like he could control how he was born.

He watched as those steel blades came hurdling towards him with the intent to kill. He watched their faces twisted in anger, disgust, and hatred.

Maybe the thing you wanted to be was corrupt all this time, boy.

Fiend, monster, destroyer, every bastardly name, he heard it all. All directed towards him.

Suddenly, the word "peace" escaped his vocabulary.

The horns he'd desperately tried to cut and yank from his tender head, once smooth appendages grew jagged and sharp like obsidian. The blood trickled down his forehead, over his right eye, a reminder of the power he had been born with.

Use it, boy.

The ache in his back grew; it felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside out. Like a butterfly from its cocoon, his wings sprouted from his back, a reminder of the power he had been born with.

Use it, boy.

The tail he had been given, the terrible pain that rooted at his tailbone, as his horns, the tail grew long, jagged, spiky. A reminder to him of the power he had been born with.

Use it.

He wasn't human, and it occurred to him that he never would be. As much as he wanted to convince those people, convince himself that he could become something he wasn't, it was all for naught.

Survive was all he could think. His right eye surged with power, his sclera turning jet black. He had not yet grown his claws.

It was all a blur. His scream, his cry, his roar. It shook the very earth the people stood on. Before he knew it, the ones who attempted on his life were laying before him, in a pile of corpses and blood.

His breath was heavy, the metallic scent filling his nose. How pleasant, he thought for a moment, as he looked down at his newly attained claws. The blood of the corrupted has become his strength.

He had never felt so tired, so exhausted. His crimson red eyes lost their shine and had become dull, quiet. Cry? Did he remember how to do that? He wasn't sure. He felt as if he wasn't real.

Loneliness seeped deep into his heart and made shelter there. Hatred and anger also found their way in there.

What in this cursed life did he have to live for?

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Guys, my husband, by the way. 🤗

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happy birthday, my beloved dragon.

sub!sylus x you/mc

edging/overstim for his birthday gift ❤️

a/n: oops a little late but ignore that fact oooopsieeeee anyways these are really fun to write and you all really liked the first one you guys are awesome! had to make another for our birthday boy <3

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sylus is letting himself be so vulnerable. well, it is his birthday. he shouldn't have to worry about work, about being onychinus' big bad boss at all today. he doesn't even feel like that, all of his worries and conscious thoughts are being undone by you at the moment. all he knows is that he's yours right now.

"k-kitten...fuck, p-please..." he quietly begs you, unable to even watch you as you slowly stroke his throbbing cock. he's had orgasm after orgasm, been sent into the depths of overstimulation merely from your hand, or your birthday gift.

your hand is slick with his cum, making your grip slide up and down easily over his shaft, which you've refused to let get soft. your other hand runs up and down his chest, playing with his nipples just to bring him all the more closer to the edge. his chest heaves; you know his chest is his most sensitive spot. your touch feathery light and teasing, you giggle in his ear.

"you're doing so good, sy. such a good boy."

sweat sticks his silvery strands of hair to his forehead. a light pink dusts over his cheeks, his body warm to the touch all over. his hips thrust weakly upwards into your hand as he desperately chases another orgasm. this is where you remove your hand, leaving him helpless.

"ah, no bucking, i told you. you want to cum, right? don't be disobedient."

sylus stifles a whimper by biting his lip. his eyes lazily rake over you as he wordlessly nods, a silent promise that he won't buck his hips again. you smirk. he looks so pretty in this moment. so helpless and vulnerable all for you. seeing a normally dominant, level-headed man reduced to nothing but a whining mess all because of your hand may have brushed your ego the right way.

you return to stroking him, keeping your eyes focused on him. sylus' head leans back against the pillows, trying and failing to grip onto any form of control. your hand felt so good, this was the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

his tip leaks precum, and considering he was overstimulated, that was all he could produce. any orgasm forward would simply be ruined, but you wanted to see him broken from that painful bliss, which he was about to reach.

"k-kitten, kitten s-slow down...! fuck...! i-i... can't.... f-fuck i.... i c-can't."

"aw... i know you can, though. you're so strong. but this pleasure is just too much for you, huh? you can't handle a little stroking?"

you move free hand around his head and turn his face just a little so you can kiss him. sylus' eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching in the midst of the kiss as you increase the pace of your strokes, making sure to also rub your thumb over his bulbous tip, which you also learned is a very sensitive spot for him. he moans into your kiss, which had become so uncoordinated because of him. he can't help it. his hips betray him, leaving him helplessly thrusting up into your hand to chase one more orgasm, which washed over him like a harsh tidal wave. due to you forcing him to the edge a few times and overstimulation wrecking his body like a numbing pain, he managed to release around four strands of cum, his abs tightening and flexing. you force him to keep kissing you while you make him ride his orgasm. you almost want to go another round, but you're pleased with him.

sylus' head moves into your shoulder as he tries to catch his ragged breath. his crimson reds are lidded, every thought nearly gone from his head at the moment. you giggle and cradle the back of his head, whispering praise and sweet nothings to bring him back down.

"happy birthday, sylus."

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brb gonna go fuckiNG SOB

he's so fucking... God I don't even know what to say.

He only wants us, that's all he cares about.

And it hurts knowing that he probably has more story coming up and it's gonna HURT.

Happy birthday, my beautiful dragon. ❤️

Hopefully they won't decimate you when your next story branch drops 💔

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he's so in love

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going to take a gigantic bite out of him 😋

~ I’m sorry but can we, as a collective, just talk about the VEINS on this man? 😳

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"do you know how to mend a soul so greedy, it'll burn for it?"

sylus says as he thrusts into you, slowly, maintaining eye contact. a grip on your chin so you don't even have the chance to even think about looking away from him.

"you quench his desires."

sylus says as he listens to you moan, watches your body writhe up from overstimulation. your mind is hazy, verging on broken. you're so fucked out, you're babbling pleas to him. you don't know if you want him to stop or go faster. at this point, both sound like bliss.

"you feed him with every inch of you."

sylus says as he presses his hand onto the bulge in your stomach, his cock so deep inside of you. you swear you've come again, your legs shaking and unable to stop. just when you think he'll pull out just to tease you, his pace quickens again, fucking your tight cunt like you deserve.

thrust after thrust after thrust.

his groans, his curses, his lewd words of praise are the only thing keeping you here. your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him as close as possible. it's not like he wants to ever be away from you anyways.

you're the luckiest, happiest girl in the world right now. the man you've devoted your life to, breeding you as his, fucking you like a whore, claiming you as his and his alone, what more could you ask for? this bliss. you don't even realize you've come again. you're a pile of mush underneath his muscular body. his movements don't stop, they don't slow, but you can tell he's getting close. his movements grow sloppy, his hips attempting to latch onto any form of consistency and order. thing is, sylus is just as undone as you, he can just handle it better than you can.

"your eyes, kitten. i want to see them."

his voice makes you realize you've closed your eyes for too long. you crack your eyes open, and he leans in for an albeit sloppy kiss on the lips as his thrusts finally slow down again, and this time, this time you can tell he's at his end. his cock pulses, shooting strand after strand of cum deep into you. filling you up again, you've lost count at this point.

"a greedy soul can never be truly satisfied. only satiated until it becomes terribly greedy once more."

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shopkeeper: she's either rejecting you, scared of you, or... disgusted by you

sylus, choking back tears:

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Oh he want me bad bad.

My first ever double is during his birthday banner. I started playing this game for him and I will continue to play it for him.

DEAR GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😩

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ABYSSAL THEORY ₊˚✩

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You know the similarities between Sylus' dragon myth title and his birthday event title, right?

We got: Where Drakeshadows Fall

And then we just got: Where Hearts Live

What if April 18th is the day Sylus "considers" his birthday. CONSIDERS.

Because the 18th couldn't even be his actual birthday. We wouldn't know if his birthday was in December.

Unless it's been a while since I've read Sylus' myth, and if there isn't a regulated passage of time all those years ago.

This day could be the day when we saw Sylus and MC together in the flower field at Tarus City. You know. The scene he most likely made up just for her? The damn dream???

That was the day he considered he was reborn as something else.

Not a dragon, not a fiend, not a monster.

When he felt like he had become human, he understood human love.

Even if it was fake, he felt like he understood. He understood MC enough to even make a false reality like that for her to enjoy. Because he knew she loved him.

And he knew DAMN WELL he loved us if he didn't know anything else.

Even though he knows what he was destined to do to MC. He was supposed to kill her. But he'd kill himself first before he ever allowed it to happen.

Oh my GOD I AM IN NEED OF THIS CARD NOW

He's so unbelievably soft in his birthday card like he is in Abysmal Blossom, it's insane. It's insane how many callbacks to that life Sylus has just in general. This man wants us to remember it all—every last second we spent with him in that life.

April 18th was the day his heart finally began to live with MC. His heart, his fuckin' soul is literally a part of MC, and she still doesn't/ didn't remember him? Fucking memory loss ass.

Remember him girly, for fuck sake, my sake and his sake DAMN!

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GIMME YOUR MAPLE SYRUP SYLUS 😼