orphicmeliora

[orphicmeliora]

damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th

[orphicmeliora]

You were the one who chose to open the door. What lies behind it aren't ruins anymore.

source

[orphicmeliora]

idk abt y'all but...personally...I love the headcanon that Sylus was originally a few years younger than MC. (spoilers ahead for main story ahead)

In Death and Rebirth, we get a glimpse of the childhood they shared in an arena fighting wanderers to the death. Sylus asks MC, "What do you hate more, teammates who steal your points, or teammates who can't keep up with you?" MC responds, "You're so annoying! If you steal my points again, I'm throwing you into Tartarus!"

He sounds like he's trying to prove himself to her, and she sounds like she's fed up with a little brother. I imagine Sylus as a 10-year-old little shit who is completely smitten with 12-year-old MC. When you're 10, a 12-year-old feels so much cooler than you! Little Sylus is always trying to impress MC. Since he's a head shorter than her, he measures himself every day. When he grows just a centimeter taller, he's immediately informing MC. He just leveled up on the weight rack? Time to brag to MC. He's definitely throwing sand in other kids' eyes so they don't have the chance to impress her instead. Little Sylus is truly a tiny fiend.

MC is eventually stolen through the deepspace tunnel. She spends years dying and being reborn as a human experiment. Meanwhile, Sylus spends his life escaping Tartarus and crossing the galaxy to find her. Teenage Sylus is like young Han Solo. A loveable rogue. A jack-of-all-trades who has never met a spaceship he couldn't fly. He speaks broken parts of 15 different alien languages. His reliable talent earns him a spot amongst bounty hunters and drug smugglers in high-rolling crime syndicates. This is where he gains his street smarts and learns how to become the leader of Onichynus.

In the current timeline, I sensed that Sylus is supposed to be older than MC. That's probably because he continued his life in one straight line while MC was forced to start over and over again. Maybe she lost a few years along the way while growing up. That's why she's just graduating from the Hunter Academy and he's a mafia boss (significantly different levels of career development, lol). To Sylus, she's always been the cool, beautiful, out-of-reach older girl. Now, he's got the upper hand in age and size. He loves to tease her about it, calling her kitten and manhandling her like a sack of potatoes whenever possible. Despite his hard exterior, in their most intimate moments, Sylus is a huge softie, totally weak for his cool older girlfriend, on his knees trying to please her any way he can.

[orphicmeliora]

Today was an interesting day to say the least.

[orphicmeliora]

Thanks for the tag!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure tags ➡ @blessdunrest @peascribbles @harmlesscouch

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[orphicmeliora]

Evermore vows, with Zayne ❄️

[orphicmeliora]

★ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 ★ I posted Xavier and Raf already, but they were meant to go all together.

Warning for Xav piece, boy got some red paint on him.

[orphicmeliora]

Lil something for a moot on Twitter. Drew it on a small canvas, so pardon poor quality ;v;

[orphicmeliora]

Guys come play this game to get free diamonds!!!

[orphicmeliora]

I have realized—to my utmost horror—that without the impending doom of exams and work, I am unable to make a comeback with a banger fic.

[orphicmeliora]

Will I conquer this fic or will it conquer me?

[orphicmeliora]

The warmth of Zayne's hand spreads from my fingers to the rest of my body. In the Tower's library, we waltz. Snowflakes gently flutter about, and we step on the jasmine-shaped ice. Everything has led to this precious moment. We gaze into each other's eyes, our hands touching, our steps synchronized.

– Tower of Secrets, Chapter Six

[orphicmeliora]

what happened to the arranged marriage fic :((

Writer's block 😔

[orphicmeliora]

Another Myth with sword weapon let's gooooo💃

[orphicmeliora]

[orphicmeliora]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

YES I DO!

YES

I

FUCKING

DO!!!😍😍😍😍

[orphicmeliora]

SUCH A TEASE ft. sylus

notes: fluff, gn!reader, flirty sylus, reader is a klutz, sylus just does whatever he wants, slightly suggestive but nothing else.

a/n: hiii, this is the first piece i've posted on this blog, i hope it's up to your standards O///O. wc. 400ish . rbs are much appreciated <3 . m.list

sylus loves teasing you, at every given chance. but these days, oh he took it on another level.

when you were in the kitchen, he nonchalantly got dangerously close to you, his nose almost brushing your neck as you felt his hot breath grazing your skin, your back touching his solid torso, only for him to grab something from one of the cabinets and just walk away, unaware of the storm he put your heart in.

when you came home from work, he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue wrestling yours and leaving you breathless, only to let go and leave you there, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

when you wake up next to him the next morning, you notice his sleeping face and rhythmic breaths. you lean closer, your face an inch apart from his, as you study his long lashes and soft skin, your fingers trail from his temple down to his mouth, and then he just parts his lips and nibbles on your finger, making you yank your hand back and widen your eyes with a yelp, surprised.

“what a way to say good morning, kitten,” he teases you, yet again, in a groggy voice, a shadow of slumber still cast over his scarlet eyes.

your cheeks heat up in shame, your heart jumps in your throat, like a criminal caught red-handed.

“keep going, i think you liked touching my face very much,” he murmurs in an almost drowsy, low-pitched voice, as he grips your hand and places your fingers over his lips, then on his chin, only to trail down his neck and on his sculpted biceps.

“sylus, what are you do-” but he doesn’t let you finish, and keeps going. your hand has now reached his navel, a couple of inches away from the rim of his pants.

“stop!” you yell with a flushed face. sylus’ gaze shows signs of amusement, as you try to wriggle your way out of his grip.

“you started this game, sweetheart, don’t you remember?”

in an instant he pushes you under him, and looks at you. the amusement from earlier is no more, his eyes now darkened with an unspoken desire.

he lowers his head, you're too surprised to even react, and almost let out a yell when you feel his mouth latched onto your neck as he sucks and nibbles on the tender skin, one hand gripping both of yours against the headboard, his knee parting your legs while the other hand keeping him balanced as he works his magic.

“s-syl-” but you’re quickly shut up by a kiss, violent against your lips but surely not undesired.

you respond to the kiss with readiness, although feeling helpless against his strength.

“there. payback,” he grins, and heaves himself up on the bed. you try to catch your breath without taking your eyes off him. you’re not mad. scratch that. you are mad. you wanted more, although you’d never admit it to him.

“look at my pretty artwork,” he grabs your face between his hands and turns your head to look at your neck.

oh no. oh no. no no no.

you get his hands away from your face and run to the mirror. there, a flushed [name] meets your eyes, and on her neck a very-much visible reddish hickey.

“sylus! i have work…” you whine, brushing your sensitive skin with your fingers, as if that'd be enough to erase the love bite on your neck.

© sylusgworl - 2025, all rights reserved / i don't allow anyone to copy, repost on other platforms or sell my works.