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No bcus the implications of the Saja Boys are so funny like??? Jinu is the only one we've seen has a confirmed music background so did he have to research, train, style, and manage the group by himself???? Did he also have to come up with the concepts and the marketing or is there like a demon thats rlly good at photoshop? Or if its all Jinu that means he had to teach himself fucking adobe after effects and how to use tiktok. Also how did he even research how to make a boy group was he in the trenches of BTS comment sections??? God the more I think about the Saja Boys the funnier it gets

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day no.1 [chess] for @pseudonymphomania ‘s DiaLuci Week! might not be able to do all the prompts in time since my drawing pace is pretty slow, but it's a fun little event :]

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modern au where sylus hires reader/mc to pet sit his cats (because of course he has cats) while he's away at work and slowly falls in love with the person taking care of his precious fur babies.

man is looking forward to every update, comically disappointed each time he gets a message that isn't a new video or picture of you playing with them or showing one fast asleep on your lap. doesn't even care to be caught smiling and chuckling to himself whenever you sent in a new update with a silly caption or add cat emojis to your dramatic retelling of how cronos tried to climb the blinds in the window and got stuck between them, needing "rescuing."

he's honestly glad that the previous sitter proved themself unable to work for him since having to move cities despite the stress it caused him, just because it led him to you. he'd been breaking his brain for weeks trying to find someone his unruly little devils could tolerate having around before you accepted his offer.

you'd not only gotten his cats to accept your presence almost immediately, but had within your first trial run already managed to get all three snuggling against your legs at different times and even had sinna climb onto your lap while he discussed future payments with you on the couch. needless to say, he'd been intrigued from the get-go.

it's actually outrageous to him when you once apologize for spamming him and imply that your little updates could be bothering him at work. he immediately shuts down the thought and reassures you that he doesn't mind and actually enjoys going through the messages when he leaves his draining meetings and has the time to check his phone.

with you, he finds himself in much better moods and everyone around him notices except you, because you don't know what sylus was like before you.

in your eyes, you just lucked out to find a rich guy who loves his pets dearly and is willing to pay handsomely anyone who takes care of them well and is overly kind to you purely out of gratefulness, meanwhile sylus is falling hard and keeps slowly increasing the pay because it pleases him to see you visibly more at ease as finances stop being a source of stress and your wardrobe starts changing with the money to now buy more expensive, higher quality clothing you always had your eyes on but only dreamed of owning.

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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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You get into a car accident.

No fault of yours—some asshat was beside you in a left-turn only lane at the light while you intended to go straight. He tried to floor it in front of you when the light turned green and ended up side-swiping you.

You haven’t had a car accident since you were a teen learning the basics, so the whole ordeal naturally shakes you up.

Even though you were clearly in the right, the other driver treated you as if it was your fault as you waited for the police. You know it wasn’t, but you’re still jittery and frustrated, and it’s hot, and his yelling at you doesn’t help your anxiety one bit.

Instinctively, you call your roommate. You’re not too far from the house; right now, you need an adult—a bigger adult than you.

The waver of your voice is the first thing to alert him despite how you try to mask it with humor. He’s on his bike one minute and thirty seconds into the call. And of course, he arrives all cool like Batman on the scene, taking off his helmet, shaking out his hair, brows pinched as he makes his way to you to ensure you’re alright.

While you’re talking to the officer and giving him your statement, Sylus leaves your side for the first time since he arrived. He approaches the dickhead with a louder bark than bite, promising in that quiet yet controlled way to break his legs if he ever talks down to you again.

The guy brushes him off as all talk. Sylus is a man of principle—a man who always keeps his word. So when things conclude—luckily, your car is still drivable, though it’s worse for wear—and after Sylus has ensured you’re home safe with food in your belly and he’s made you laugh a few times, he disappears at night while you’re fast asleep.

And the guy who vexed you doesn’t see it coming when two anthropomorphic, crow-like beings sweep into his apartment like phantoms, snatching him up before he can push the scream from his throat.

Violence is typically a last resort for Sylus. And he prefers prettier paths towards retribution. However, when it comes to protecting you, he’s found himself making exceptions to the rules he’s followed for the past three decades.

So, he doesn’t protest when he waggles his fingers through the darkness, and Luke and Kieran drop the guy from the third floor of a fire escape, and the brittle crackle of bone followed by a scream salts the smog-infused night.

He’s not dead, but he probably wishes he were. Bone parting through flesh and skin isn’t a pretty sight.

Meanwhile, you arrive at the dealership to pick up your rental the following day while your vehicle is being repaired. And where you expected an economy-sized, fuel-efficient placeholder, they walk you to something more…luxurious, stating that management bumped up your preferences.

Huh.

Maybe all those years under your insurance company are finally paying off.

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My controversial(/j) take is that Lucifer's banner/animal isn't a peacock, but a Phoenix.

The mythology around them seems to change a little depending on the source and/or culture but Phoenixes are(to my knowledge)considered to be incredibly prideful beings who are obnoxiously picky about who their master is.

[see: Lucifer insisting he chose us when making our pact in the og]

There's also the rebirth symbolism and how Lucifer never felt truly at peace in his life(or body, as we learn in the Angel event)until he fell and became a demon. A sort of rising from the ashes to become a truer version of himself sort of thing.

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Op's pronouns: he/him, they/them

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I have nothing to say for myself;;

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why is this game making me feel sad at 11 pm on a saturday. just casually giving me this chat like wtf

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sylus wake up my guy we need a snowcrow uni au comeback

AU list

snowcrow uni au intoduction

nerd sy

singing class

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collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

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ive been going a bit nuts painting over old illustrations to prep them for print

these prints will be available to purchase at my store on july 20th 8:25AM AEST)

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I got the card. I am not fine

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I am fine

This is fine

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me creating ✨ pretty little covers ✨ for each of the characters' jornals with the new feature only to use it to organize all of their depressing ass lores <3

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11:29

You're standing in the kitchen, bathed in that pale morning gray that only seems to exist on days when the sun forgets how to rise. The coffee maker hums low, filling the silence in place of conversation. You pour slowly, the steam curling upward, lazy and unbothered.

Then, from behind you— “You’re lonely. Why is that?” His voice is quiet, almost gentle, but it cuts clean through the hush like a blade through fog. You don’t flinch. Of course he’d notice. Of course Sylus would notice. The way your smiles never quite reach your eyes. The way you laugh with your mouth but not your chest. The way you move like you’re holding yourself together with string.

You give the mug a little swirl, watching the coffee ripple dark and smooth. You don’t answer right away. He doesn’t press. He never does. He just watches—those sharp red eyes flicking between your face and your hands, like he expects the truth to spill if he’s patient enough. The silver-white of his hair is damp from a shower, a loose strand falling over his tanned forehead. He smells faintly of oak and something you're not sure how to pronounce.

“You ever talk and feel like no one hears you?” you say finally, voice low. “Like you could scream, and the room would just blink and keep going?”

He tilts his head slightly, the light catching the hook of his nose. “You scream often?” You crack a small smile. “Only in my head.”

Sylus hums, and it sounds like agreement. Or sympathy. Or maybe just acknowledgment. You’re never quite sure what he’s thinking—just that he is, and that somehow, that makes you feel a little less invisible. He takes the mug from your hands, and takes a sip. “It’s easy to see through your façade for me,” he murmurs, fingers still curled around your mug. “As for others…” He stops, eyes narrowing just slightly, like he’s weighing whether the rest is even worth saying. “You can relax with me, kitten.”

Your brows furrow at the nickname, at the implication. “It’s not that I’m not anxious, Sy—”

He pats your head. A pat. Like you’re small. Like you’re precious. It’s annoying—and it kind of isn’t. “It’s a commitment, sweetie,” he says simply, like the matter’s settled. “Letting yourself be known.”

You open your mouth to protest but stop yourself. Because maybe he’s right. And maybe the warmth seeping into your scalp where his hand touched you lingers just a little too long.

The coffee grows cold between you, but you don’t really notice.

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i wanna be able to thumbs down lucifer's texts in a gc just to see how he would react

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I think a lot less people would feel threatened by the prospect of a character being aroace if they learnt how to conceptualize and write character relationships and dynamics outside of sex and romance. Because as long as people think no longer being able to write both characters in their favourite dynamic being sexually and romantically attracted to each other means a loss in intimacy and closeness, they're going to see any aroasexuality as an attack on character dynamics they care about and get upset when characters are confirmed aroace, unless those characters are unshippable side characters they never really cared about so they never accidentally get invested in an aroace character.