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Thank you for the tag @thedeepspacecadet

I should try this drink since I never had chai latte before! But I also cant consume a large amount of caffine yet so I look forward to this cozy drink eventually.

No pressure tags: @lovelylemoncake

Thanks for the tag @elizabeth-dicewielder 💚 I got a green drink yay XD

Here's the quiz, it's definitely cozy!

Tagging @fernifox @hellnohenry @marlenemckinn @blitheringmcgonagall

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Would you still love me if I stopped being useful?

You thought about it often, whenever Sylus would whisper how pleased he was with your performance. You were reliable, and you had been the entire time you knew him.

You’d watch how he’d stare down any Onichynus member who was lacking, who had disappointed him with mediocre work. He’d always tell you that you weren’t like them, that you could never let him down the way they would, how your mere presence was already more of an achievement compared to the lowlife he’d had the misfortune of working with.

It was how Sylus would comfort you, how he’d reassure you. And for a while, it was enough.

But what if, you were cursed to wonder. Should the day come where your best was no longer such, would he still stand by you then?

A gift so boring it was offensive. A dinner so devoid of good company. A hand too warm, too small or too damaged to hold.

Come the day where the weight of his expectations are too much for you to bear, would you be alright with it crushing you to dust?

Maybe.

You wondered if such a fate was better than Sylus giving up on you, learning to stop relying on you entirely.

However, much to your surprise, Sylus often thought the same of himself. Deep in the cold vault in his heart where he kept his deepest conflictions he wondered: if he wasn’t useful to you, how then could he be deserving of you?

“I don’t mind being used by you.”

The only difference was that his innermost burdens weren’t born of insecurities, but of the pride of being the person who gets to love you for eternity.

The two of you would learn this, eventually. Whether it was a close call out in the field, a lukewarm argument after a long day or just a quiet confession in a moment of vulnerability; it didn’t matter.

If he was being a hypocrite for loving unconditionally, yet holding himself to an impossible standard—  how could you chastise him for that, if you were no different?

“There will be days where we do our best, and days where we don’t want to try at all. On the days we forget to love ourselves, our other half will be right there beside us to remember.”

I think this is genuinely the first time I've ever posted something I've written online. It's a little nerve-racking to think about;;

I hope yall like it : D

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For anyone interested - Hi! I'm Jess

I do art mostly and write sometimes - currently my comfort character (for better or worse) is Sylus Qin of Love and Deepspace.

Writing Masterlist

Some basic info about me -

He/They pronouns (FTM/Nonbinary)

Zodiac - ☀︎ Aries ☾ Sagittarius ↑ Libra & born in the year of the horse

Some fun facts

I collect funko pops of wall-e casually

Fav characters: Dan Heng (HSR), Zayne & Sylus (LADS), and Zagreus (Hades)

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Thank you for the tag @thedeepspacecadet <3

Kinda been alternating a bit on what I've been listening to especially when I'm just day dreaming lol. It's kinda random with some nostalgia thrown in

◇ Honor To Us All - Mulan

◇ She Calls Me Back - Noah Kahan ft. Kasey Musgraves

◇ Senses - MICO

◇ Mam Hlub Lwm Tiam - Paj Ntshua Nplaim

◇ Girl Like Me - Black Eyes Peas & Shakira

◇ Jesus in LA - Alec Benjamin

◇ Ascensionism - Sleep Token

◇ Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

◇ Call Down The Dragon - Lilith Max

◇ Angel of Small Death & The Codine Scene - Live from Dublin 2019 - Hozier

No pressure tags: @lovelylemoncake + anyone who wants to join

Share the first 10 songs in your ✨on repeat✨ playlist

Thank you to @loverboykirstein for the tag! I love tag games 😋

🌸 Otonoke - Creepy Nuts

🌸 Pink Venom - BLACKPINK

🌸 Hum Hallelujah - Fall Out Boy

🌸 Overdose - EXO

🌸 MIC Drop - BTS

🌸 Country Song - Seether

🌸 Sugar, We're Goin Down - Fall Out Boy

🌸 One Week - Barenaked Ladies

🌸 Human - The Killers

🌸 Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

Not quite sure what this playlist says about me, but it is very accurate to my listening habits lol

No pressure tagging: @bookvvitch and anyone else who wants to participate!

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Whether it be an angst fic or real life, I do genuinely suffer with feeling undesirable/the second option so here is my comfort character saying otherwise. Incredibly self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy <3

Like usual, not at all beta read lmao. I should get a beta reader…

Kinda Sylus POV??? Idk, I started writing and this happened.

Implied non!mc x sylus btw aaaa

Word count: 957

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Soft!Sylus comforting you when you feel undesirable.

It was subtle, it always was when it came to you. Sylus knew your body language - it came with time and experience. At the beginning, he struggled to read your cues. As you two spent more time together, it became easier. Easy enough to the point it was as if he could read your face and body language perfectly and plan at least three steps ahead.

But today felt different.

You were softer than usual. Granted, at times you would be soft and it would be due to you yearning for a gentle moment or simply just waking up in a daze. However, your hold on Sylus when you woke up lingered in a way that he hadn't felt before.

With a raised brow, Sylus pulled you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into your neck as a low groan left his lips. Even dazed from sleep he knew something was wrong.

“What is on your mind, kitten?” He murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hips.

He heard your hesitation, the way your body tense up at his gentle inquiry. He didn't like pushing for answers with you. He preferred when you told him candidly what you needed from him. But he also knew that sometimes you needed time to process before speaking, and so, he waited for a response from you.

“Kitten?” He asked, shifting to pin you under him after your prolonged silence. As he wrapped his arms around you and linked his fingers together above your head, his weight settled on your body.

He wasn't going to let you get away with no answers. And he knew that with your silence, there was a storm brewing. With a soft sigh, he gently tapped your forehead.

“What's on your mind, sweeite?” He asked again, his brow raising. His voice was still gentle, but with a little pointed edge to his tone.

“... Why did you choose me, Sy?” You asked, voice soft and trembling, as if you were on the edge of tears. “I'm not… I'm not anything special. Or powerful. Or…” You trailed off, voice breaking and tears filling your eyes.

“I'm not… I dont…” You whimpered, soft sniffles filling the air as Sylus immediately jumped to gently brush away your tears.

“Oh, kitten,” Sylus’ voice cooed. “Kitten, sweetie, my dove, you're everything to me.” He said, his voice soft and full of adoration and love as he peppered your face with gentle kisses.

“Dearest, I chose you because you're you.” He said, his lips pressing against the crown of your head. He knew his answer wasn't entirely satisfactory when he saw that adorable pout on your lips and the glint of disbelief in your eyes.

With a chuckle, he nuzzled his nose against yours. A warm smile on his lips as his larger hands gently caressed your body that was trapped under his.

“I love you,” He breathlessly said, his red eyes sparkling with a warmth solely reserved for you. His silver hair tussled by sleep as he breathed in your scent. “I love you, sweetie.” He repated.

“Love doesn't always need a reason to exist.” Sylus chuckled, his nose gently trailing down along your neck. He sighed, a smile curling on his lips as you tilted your head in a wordless action of trust.

“Sometimes, love just catches people by surprise.” He said, pressing a kiss to your pulse. “I love you for your smile,” he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to your lips that left you whining and him with a grin.

“I love you for your creative wit and cheeky attitude." He continued, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Your lovely voice,” he chuckled, shifting down to kiss your throat.

“Your hands that hold me like I am something precious.” He whispered, taking one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. His red eyes on yours the entire time as his ruby eyes shined. “And so much more.” He breathlessly said.

“Everyday, I find a new reason to love you,” Sylus whispered, his hand moving to caress your cheek. “Each night in the N109 Zone, I know how lucky I am to have you in my arms.” He couldn't help but feel his heart warm as he watched you.

“I may not have a great or spectacular reason to love you, my dove,” Sylus softly chuckled. “But you should know that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine.” He said, leaning in with his thumb gently pressing on your bottom lip.

“And every single day, every moment you are with me. I crave you, want you, and desire you by my side.” He whispered, his eyes half lidded and flickering to your lips. “As my equal, as my partner. As someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He said, moving closer and closer, his voice trailing off as his lips brushed against yours.

“And I know, for as long as my heart beats, that I will only want you.” He quietly said against your lips before capturing yours in a deep yet slow kiss. Sylus kept the pace slow, yet his passion for you was easily felt with the way he moved.

His hands gripped you, gentle yet reminding you of his presence. Of the way that he chose you, desired you, and wanted you by his side more than anything. Even as he pulled away, he lingered. Not moving far as he smiled and looked into your eyes.

“Now,” He softly said, kissing the tip of your nose with a soft chuckle. His smile turning back into his playful and signature smirk.

“Shall we start the day?”

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I misspelled eternity rip 😭

I listened to Eternity by Alex Warren and I had to do this with our boy 🩵 it's my first edit so please bear with me rip

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I listened to Eternity by Alex Warren and I had to do this with our boy 🩵 it's my first edit so please bear with me rip

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I just think the difference is neat

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Yilling Wei Sect AU

Lan Wangji remembered the day the Jiang arrived at the Cloud Recesses. They were quiet and sad, white mourning sashes adorning their robes.

The Jiang Head Disciple had died earlier that week, Wangji remembered. Wei Wuxian. He'd heard about the boy, how he was a brilliant cultivator with a good heart. Apparently, he'd been on a night hunt with Jiang Waynin and tried to lure away the beast they were fighting so Jiang Waynin could get their injured shidi and shimeis away from danger, and was torn to pieces.

They only found bits of flesh and his sword.

All the Jiang disciples are quiet and well-behaved that year. Even Jiang Waynin, who was known for his bad temper, was surprisingly subdued and only exploded a few times.

Then the Cloud Recesses burned, and Wangji was sent to a reeducation camp. Wen Chao forced them to do what was arguably the Wens' job: looking for yao and the biggest and best beasts that would bring them the most glory. It was shameful.

One day, before they were set to "night hunt," their swords mysteriously appeared in a hidden cavern they used as a secret infirmary for those who were injured. With them, they freed themselves from the camp and made their way back to their sects.

Wangji wondered who had given them their swords. Had it been a Wen, unhappy with their current rule? One of the sect heirs, tired of being prisoners?

He didn't have time to ponder such trivial matters as Lotus Pier was attacked next, blamed for the escape of the sect heirs.

The Wens attacked Lotus Pier and failed.

No one knew quite how, just that their Lotus Shield had somehow been reinforced, and was much stronger than it normally had been, giving the Jiang time to prepare and coordinate an attack that drove the Wens out with minimal casualties.

Wangji began to wonder if there was someone secretly helping them against the Wens. If so, why didn't they show their face? What did they gain from defeating the Wens?

They are losing the war. They don't have enough soldiers, and the Wens are gaining ground quickly. Desperate, they turn to the smaller sects and even rogue cultivators for help.

Then the Wens try to take Yilling.

Then the Wens fail to take Yilling.

It shouldn't have happened. Yilling was a small, undefended town.

Or so they thought.

Wangji begins to hear whispers of a legend, the Yilling Patriarch, guardian of outcasts and street children, all who are lost or persecuted.

Many vote against it, but they are very desperate at this point, and willing to grasp at straws if it gives them the slightest advantage against the Wens.

So they send a message to this local myth. A letter formally asking for assistance and an alliance so that the Wens are pushed back and crushed.

They were in the middle of a war council when the Yilling Patriarch waltzed into the Nie banquet hall. Wangji immediately knew it was him, because who else could it be? He wore red and black robes and a silver-black-red mask. He couldn't quite see what he looked like, as something prevented him from seeing all of him at once, only giving him pieces he was unable to put together.

There were gasps and shouts as people scrambled to stand or draw their swords. The Yilling Patriarch was flanked by a stern-looking woman who raised her hand to silence the uproar.

"My name is Wen Qing," she started. "I was sentenced to death in the burial mounds by Jin Guangshan along with my village of peaceful Dafan Wen about half a year ago. We mean no harm unless harm comes to us. This is the Yilling Patriarch. I am his voice, and I will speak for him."

Nie Mingjue, Xichen, and Wangji shot enraged looks at Jin Guangshan. That had not been a sanctioned sentence, as the Lan and Jiang were the ones in charge of war prisoners. Meng Yao, surprisingly, also shot a disgusted look his father's way.

"Will you help us?" Jiang Fengmian asked. He had become haggard with war and looked very, very tired. Wangji pursed his lips, not liking the sudden intrusion.

"We will. But first, we have conditions." Wen Qing said. She was a commanding presence, and Wangji could see some of the other cultivators eying her warily.

"Name them then," Nie Mingjue commanded. Wanji could see that many of the sect leaders were getting impatient.

"First, we want a guarantee that we will not be prosecuted after we win this. I would like to make it clear that I voted against helping you and letting the Wen wear you down a bit, but he insisted, and you are, to put it bluntly, getting crushed by the Wen." Wen Qing demanded, her eyes sharp and unfeeling. Wangji frowned at this and saw Xichen and Nie Mingjue exchange uneasy looks.

Jiang Waynin looked downright furious, as did many other sect leaders, including Jin Guangshan. Jiang Fengmian kept his calm composure and nodded.

"That is acceptable," He said.

"Second," Wen Qing started. "To ensure you don't go back on your word, we want a marriage alliance with one of the great sects. Since the Jiang and Jin are already taken or about to be sect leaders, Nie Huaisang or Lan Wanji will do."

This caused another uproar, and Jiang Fengmian held up his hand, rubbing his temples. Wangji shot a panicked look at his brother, who gave him a pleading one in return. We don't have a choice, the look said. We need to win this. Please.

Wangji pursed his lips, but nodded begrudgingly. He didn't want to be the reason the Yilling Patriarch refused to lend the help that could win the war.

"Why should we offer one of our own to you in the first place?" Jin Guangshan asked haughtily.

"To speak frankly, Jin Zhongzu," Wen Qing said tersely. "You are losing this war. Badly. So, unless you want to become subdugated by the Wen and live the rest of your lives in prison camps..." She and the Yilling Patriarch moved to walk out the door.

"Ah! Let's not be hasty now," Jin Guangshan hurried to reclaim their attention. "I'm sure one of them will be willing."

"Huaisang is out, he's my only heir," Nie Mingjue explained, looking very unhappy at the prospect of an arranged marriage with the Yilling Patriarch.

"Wangji will do it," Xichen said firmly. He looked older, tired, and Wangji reminded himself that at least he wasn't getting married to a woman as he'd always thought he might be one day.

Wen Qing nodded. "We will hold the wedding in a few days."

"If you don't mind," Xichen started. "I feel that it's fair to give us some idea of what help you will be providing and how."

Wen Qing nodded. "We have numbers and powerful cultivation techniques. I won't elaborate on them, you'll see them in action when we next fight the Wens. I am a trained doctor and can assist in the medical tent. We also have a few people in Qishan, so we can provide intelligence as well."

"What territory do you have? We know you've protected Yilling, but that hasn't happened anywhere else." Nie Mingjue asked.

"We control Yilling and the surrounding land, as well as the Burial Mounds." Wen Qing stated calmly.

"You control the Burial Mounds? How?" Yao Zhongzu demanded.

"Respectfully, Yao Zhongzu, that is none of your business. Most of us reside in the Burial Mounds after the Yilling Patriarch cleansed it enough to be livable."

This caused a third caphocany of arguing sect leaders. Wangji wished he could cover his ears without being disrespectful because they were loud.

"Silence!" Nie Mingjue roared.

"Yilling Patriarch, how did you manage that incredible feat?" Jin Guangshan asked, all sugary and polite.

"It was done out of necessity. And to answer the question you're not asking, yes, all of the people you've thrown into the Burial Mounds are alive and well and being looked after." Wen Qing's voice was venomous as she stared down Jin Guangshan, who looked considerably nervous at her words.

Soon after, the meeting was adjourned and Wangji was whisked away for wedding preparations. The ceremony was held a few days later and soon, Wangji was married to the Yilling Patriarch.

It was surreal. Wangji didn't feel married. He hadn't spoken with the Yilling Patriarch, hadn't even seen his face. Yet now they were bound in matrimony.

It was three days after their wedding that the Yilling Patriarch first aided them in battle.

Wangji remembered feeling his heart sink to his knees when the Yilling Patriarch pulled out his dizi. They were surrounded by Wen, and it looked like they might be taken captive.

Then the Yilling Patriarch began to play.

It was a haunting melody, evoking feelings of unsettlement and fear. Were it simply a song, Wangji would've aplauded his musical prowess and creativity.

But it was not just a song.

Corpses began digging themselves out of the ground, rotting flesh and scorched rags filling Wangji's vision as the corpses chased the Wen down, eviscerating them. There was blood everywhere, and Wangji saw one of the fierce corpses tear out a man's heart and devour it hungrily.

The Yilling Patriarch played on, unfazed.

Wangji's husband was a demonic cultivator.

It was the first time Xichen had seemed to truly regret marrying his brother off.

"I'm sorry," He murmured, hugging Wangji after they escaped, mostly uninjured. "I'm so sorry."

The war passed on quickly after that, and soon they were at Nightless City, fighting off Wen guards to get closer to Wen Rouhan. His sons were dead at this point. Wen Chao killed by the Yilling Patriarch, and Wen Xu slain by Nie Mingjue.

Everyone stood, shocked, when suddenly the war was won. Meng Yao stood, covered in blood, behind Wen Rouhan, a knife sticking out of the former sect leader's back.

Jin Guangshan was the first to make a move, offering a place at Jinlintai for Meng Yao.

Wangji was quietly furious. Meng Yao, for all his flaws and concerningly fluid morals, already belonged to the Nie. Who was Jin Guanghshan to attempt to claim the glory that rightfully belonged to Meng Yao for himself?

"This one is deeply sorry, Jin Zhongzu. But I already belong to a sect." To everyone's shock, Meng Yao moved to stand next to Wen Qing and the Yilling Patriarch, who'd arrived on the scene rather quickly.

"Meng Yao?" Nie Mingjue growled, prompting for an explanation.

Meng Yao smiled sadly. "Nie Zhonzu has been very good to this lowly one. Some of the Jin and Nie guards, however, were not. I was thrown into the burial mounds on my way to infiltrate Wen Rouhan's court. The Yilling Patriarch and others who already lived there found me and took me in. I am forever indebted to them."

Jin Guangshan looked briefly incensed before calming his face. Nie Mingjue looked furious, though Wangji didn't think it was directed at Meng Yao. Xichen just looked so, so sad.

The Yilling Patriarch didn't speak, but ruffled Meng Yao's hair affectionately.

"Hmph, there are no debts among family." Wen Qing frowned, placing her hand on his shoulder. It was an achingly familiar gesture, one that spoke of support and familial love. Wangji was not jealous. He wasn't. Really. Xichen is amazing.

Wangji was whisked away to pack his things soon after. He was being taken back to the Burial Mounds with the Yilling Patriarch, Wen Qing, and Meng Yao.

"You shouldn't visit right away," Wen Qing instructed Xichen, who was hovering near Wangji's tent. "Wait a few months, otherwise it might look bad."

Xichen looked sad, but complied, tentatively reaching out to pat Wangji's shoulder once he was done packing. Wangji pulled him into a hug, surprising both of them.

"I'll visit in a few months," Xichen promised when Wangji pulled back. "And you can always visit me."

Wangji nodded, bowing to his brother before leaving with the Yilling Patriarch.

The Burial Mounds were nothing like Wangji had expected. The last time he'd passed by them, many years ago on a Night Hunt, they'd been barren and oozing resentful energy. Now, they were still filled with resentment, but it was less oppressive and angry, more like a stern parent looming over their children.

There were houses now, facilities, people, laughter, children. Wangji barely masked his shock as he saw small figures chasing each other through the village as they approached.

"Take your mask off," Wen Qing commanded. "They'll all laugh at you if you walk in there in your 'Yilling Patriarch' disguise."

That was the first time Lan Wangji ever heard his husband laugh.

It was bright and deep, like a large bell ringing at dawn to signal the rise of the sun. Wangji could only stare in shock and curiosity as the Yilling Patriarch took his mask off, and suddenly Wangji could see him.

He was quite possibly the most beautiful man he'd ever met. The Yilling Patriarch had a lively face filled with bright, smiling eyes and laugh lines around his mouth. He looked like a young father watching his child take their first steps, not a war-hardened demonic cultivator.

Wangji also noticed how long and lustrous his hair was. It had been tied back loosely, as if he hadn't had the time or care to put it back properly, and was a deep earth brown, the kind that could be confused for black if looked at in the right light.

"Yes, I suppose they would never let me live it down," The Yilling Patriarch chuckled.

"I think your husband is a little starstruck," Meng Yao noted, smirking at Wangji's stunned expression.

"Ah yes," The Yilling Patriarch laughed again. "I know, my beauty is incomprehensible."

Wangji didn't know quite how he was supposed to respond to that, so he just nodded a little. The Yilling Patriarch's voice was smooth and faintly melodic. He always sounded like he was on the verge of laughing and spoke with flair that captivated Wangji.

The people cheer when they enter the village. They are immediately accosted by three very excited toddlers, two of whom attach themselves to the Yilling Patriarch's legs while the other stares up at him, her face set in a pout.

"Baba!" The youngest one exclaims, holding onto Wangji's husband's leg with all his toddler strength. "You came back!"

Oh. It seems his husband has children.

"That's right, my little radish, did you think I would stay away forever?" The Yilling Patriarch bent down and detached the children from his legs.

"Baba was away forever," The other toddler said seriously, stretching his little arms out as wide as they would go.

"Forever?" The Yilling Patriarch gasped. "How will this baba ever make it up to his little ones?"

Wangji felt something in him soften as he watched his husband greet his children with such obvious love.

"Baba, who's that?" The older girl pointed to Wangji, a frown on her face.

"Ah, that, my little apple, is my husband, Lan Wangji." The Yilling Patriarch said, gesturing to Wangji.

"Is he our Mama?" The smallest one asked, his eyes wide. "Popo says you need to find us a Mama."

So their mother wasn't in the picture, Wangji mused. Hopefully, it would be less tense that way.

"Ah, no, he's not a Mama," The Yilling Patriarch said awkwardly. He didn't seem to know how to tell them that their marriage was purely political.

"You can call me A-Die, if you wish," Wangji said softly, looking to the Yilling Patriarch for permission. "It's what my brother and I called our father."

The Yilling Patriarch seemed to sigh in relief and nodded.

"Xian-Gege!"

Wangji turned to look as two teenagers scrambled over to them at full speed, tackling the Yilling Patriarch in a hug.

"Ah! You both got so big! Who gave you permission to grow, huh?" The Yilling Patriarch laughed, hugging both of them.

"Ning-Gege," The shorter teen said smugly. "He said we have to grow or else we'll end up as short as Yao-Ge."

Meng Yao moved to hug the teens as they were talking, and smacked the shorter one on the back of the head for that comment.

"I'm not that short," He protested. Wen Qing raised an eyebrow behind his back in suspicion.

"Who's that Xian-Ge?" the taller teen asked.

"That's A-Die!" The younger toddler exclaimed. "He got married to Baba!"

Both teens' eyebrows shot up, looking to the Yilling Patriarch for confirmation.

The Yilling Patriarch nodded, giving them a look.

"Ah! I've forgotten to properly introduce you!" He exclaimed. "Lan Wangji, these are my children. The youngest is A-Yuan, my Little Radish; this one is A-Xiao, my Little Potato, and the oldest is A-Qing, my Little Apple." He gestured to each of them in turn.

"And this is Xue Yang and Mo Xuanyu. A-Yu is Meng Yao's younger brother." The Yilling Patriarch introduced them. Xue Yang smiled unsettlingly, and Mo Xuanyu waved shyly.

Wangji nodded in acknowledgement. Little A-Yuan runs over and hugs his leg, calling him A-Die and insisting on showing him around.

Wangji accepts this kind offer and watches quietly as his husband laughs with his friends and children.

Maybe life in the Burial Mounds will not be so bad after all.

Ooooookkaaayyyy. This took waaaay to long and is like twice the length I intended it to be oops. Buuuuttt, it is my first ever mdzs fic on this site! Hoorayy! Dw, this is part of a larger au fic, I think it's gonna be around 10-15 chapters when I'm done, and I might post it on Ao3. Oops, it just passed 12 as I was writing this, and is now Saturday for me, sorry!

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last updated on 6/19/2025

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Writing Info:

I tend to write gender neutral readers unless specified but I do have an Asian reader in mind. I try to make the reader as unspecific as possible for the most inclusive view I can.

I am open to criticism! I don't view myself as a great writer, just someone who does it for fun

My works tend to be incredibly self indulgent unless stated otherwise - I have come to realize people tend to also enjoy it so I am very happy that my self indulgent drabbles are something you guys enjoy <3

I don't do requests! Sorry, I just don't feel confident/comfortable writing about or for someone when my own writing isn't amazing/I am unfamiliar with certain topics

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Love & Deepspace

Sylus Qin

♡ Imagine Gifting Sylus a Guardian Bell ♡ Soft!Sylus comforting you when you feel undesirable ♡ Soft!Sylus holding you when you don't feel like doing anything ♡ Sylus comforting you when you suddenly burst out crying

Scum Villain Self Saving System

○ SVSSS Prose Poem - The White Lotus

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Sylus comforting you when you suddenly burst out crying

Word count: 496

Spoilers for Honkai Star Rail 3.2 story quest lol - also not proofread so pls excuse any mistakes aaaa

Critique is always welcomed btw! I wanna get better at writing <3

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It started out as a normal chat. Granted, you were seated in Sylus’ lap but it was your day off. Dressed in comfortable clothes, you were chatting away with Sylus as he kept you close. His hand on your waist and the other supporting his head as he watched you ramble with a slight smirk.

His red eyes sparkled as he watched you talk. Each word you said music to his ears as he responded with soft hums and quips to let you know he was listening.

“- And with that it was revealed that the Trailblazer was actually dead.” You said, your hands moving as you talked and explained your current favorite game to Sylus.

“Oh?” Sylus hummed, his brow arching as his thumb rubbed circles on your hip. “That must have been quite the surprise, kitten.” He said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“Yeah! I feel like it could have been elaborated more since it was really only mentioned in one line from Dan Heng and the surrounding characters.” You sigh, shaking your head. Parting your lips to speak, you pause.

Then, there was a sudden tightness in your throat and there was a sudden heat in your eyes. With a soft gasp from you, Sylus immediately was on alert. His form straightened in the chair as he gripped your waist a bit tighter.

“Kitten?” Sylus cautiously asked, his voice soft and gentle. But that was all it took as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. A soft whimper left your lips as your eyes met Sylus’ red ones.

“I-I'm sorry,” You hiccuped, trying to wipe your tears away. “I don't know why I'm crying.” Your voice was shaky, your body starting to tremble as your body was hit with the heavy emotions that felt like everything and nothing at the same time.

Sylus was quick to softly shush you. His hand moved to cradle your head and to tuck you under his chin as he tightened his grip. “Shhh, it's alright, sweetie.” He cooed, starting to rock you a little.

“It's alright that you don't know.” Sylus said, his voice a gentle rumble in your ear as he combed his fingers through your hair. “Cry it out, sweetheart. I'm right here.” He said, his voice soft.

“I'm not going anywhere. It's okay to just cry.” He said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I'll hold you for as long as you need me to.” Sylus vowed, gently nudging his head against yours.

His grip tightened, his eyes closing as he rocked you. Listening to your soft whimpers and sobs, letting you cry as he pressed gentle kisses to your face and head, gently rocking you until you calmed down.

But even then, he kept his vow. Holding you close and secure in his arms. Keeping you present with his kisses and gentle words. And silently in his mind, he vowed that he will never let you go through this alone ever again.

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A/N

I didn't know how to end this lol. But I have been having these moments where I really want Sylus to hold me and I know I'd start sobbing like a baby so this is very self indulgent lol. Am I okay? I dont know! :D I just know I need a good hug and to cry lol

[snowfall-jess]

Sylus has been becoming a comfort character for me surprisingly and I have been yearning for more soft Sylus.

Not proof read at all so pls excuse any mistakes rip

Word count: 268

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Soft!Sylus holding you when you don't feel like doing anything

It was one of those days. The days where nothing felt worthwhile and the lack of desire to do much of anything.

Sylus immediately noticed the dip in your energy. Normally, you would be playful, mischievous. Right now, you were almost subdued. Raising a brow, Sylus tightened his arms around you. Pulling you closer to his chest, he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What's on your mind, sweetie?” Sylus’ voice rumbled. His thumb rubbing a comforting circle on your shoulder as he moved his other arm around your waist.

“Normally, you would be up and about.” Sylus mused, his eyes closing as he pressed himself closer to your side. Nuzzling his nose into your cheek, he let out a soft sigh as he pressed a kiss to your jawline.

“May I?” He breathlessly asked. When you nod, a small smile on your lips, you couldn't help but feel a warmth bubbling in your chest.

“You may.” And with your consent, Sylus pressed gentle kisses down along your neck. With a soft sigh, you tilt your head to give him more access as your hands play with his much larger one.

“Just… I don't feel like moving much today.” With another sigh leaving your lips, Sylus let's out a soft hum. “It's just one of those days, you know?”

“I understand, kitten.” Sylus says, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. “We all have those days.” He says, adjusting you to have your back to his chest as he tightened his grip around you.

“Let's just take today easy.” He suggests with a smile. “Just you, and me.”

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[snowfall-jess]

sweet evil trap

thank you @sahxrii for the expert consultation on zayne's preferred desserts

[snowfall-jess]

Bingge crawling out of the abyss more beast than man meets a Shixiong from the beast peak he’s never seen before. He picks him up and holds him close despite the filth. He draws a bath to be just the right warmth and combs his hair until all the mats are gone. He pets his hair and feeds him snacks from his lightly calloused fingers. He doesn’t care that Bingge doesn’t talk. He chatters and hums, content without response. Surely he must be a fairy. A pure, loving being untouched by cruelty. At every opportunity to cause harm, he doesn’t. At every opportunity to leave, he stays. He says how brave was Binghe, how proud he is. How relieved he is that his Binghe is alive.

His Binghe.

His Binghe.

And what a wonderful person to be kept by.

[snowfall-jess]

Okay, okay...

Art student reader, drawing the handsome figure model, Sylus, who watches them throughout class and makes small talk like he isn't almost naked in front of them. Of course, everyone in class is enamored by how good-looking and charismatic he is—and his bod—but he seems to have taken a keen liking to one student.

oooooo fun!! :D Thanks bunny~

You’re the only one who isn’t flustered by him.

Your pencil flies across the page in broad strokes. With no hesitation in measuring the contours of his body with a flick of your wrist, your eyes never stay for long. Observing, calculating, all-seeing yet not-seeing. It’s as if you see him as an object to contain within the confines of your pages and nothing else.

It's an unsettling feeling, which is ironic considering this is what his career entails. To be captured on a medium, to be used as practice, to be drawn and erased a thousand times for the sake of creative growth.

And yet, it’s not as if he doesn’t wish to be desired.

He knows how other people look at him, knows how to use their desires to his advantage—how about another job, miss? No, then I suppose you’ll have to find another model as willing to serve as me—but when he looks at you, it’s as if you’ve reduced his worth to zero.

What an interesting anomaly.

So, he starts small.

He watches as you always come in two minutes before class. How you meticulously lay out your pencils in order of softness to hardness. How you trace your fingers over your workbook methodically, memorizing the strokes from previous exercises. How studious. And when the teacher claps their hands to start, that’s when you shine.

He marvels in the way you’re the first to shift into focus, headphones already drawn out of your backpack to siphon out the sound into a world of your own. He drowns in the way you pull your up hair back in a messy bun, entranced by the snap of your hair tie stretching from your slender wrists. His hand itches to move forward whenever you stretch your arms overhead in between timed exercises, exposing the tender belly hiding underneath your university hoodie. He fights every nerve screaming for his feet to move when your lips move to chase an unknown melody, wishing he could push your lips open to hear your unique melody.

And what start small, now snowballs.

He finds every excuse to catch your attention. Almost flinches when he’s first met with silence (he wasn’t aware of your noise-cancelling headphones then). Presses when he catches your gaze across the room, tilting his head just enough to let you know the question he’s asking is for you. Suppresses a sigh when you ignore him (again). Smirks when you finally shift your headphones to one side—half-listening, half-drawing. Bites the inside of lip from smiling when he finally hears your voice (it’s a monosyllabic form of agreement to some stupid question he pulled from a dating site, but it’s music to his ears nonetheless). He aches, aches, and aches to break your silence.

But you’re a shy, little thing. And he knows that this isn’t a chase he’s meant to sprint, but a marathon he’s meant to endure. He almost resigns himself to failure when he reaches the last week of the semester with nothing but a single “thank you” to remember you by (he still feels the brush of your nails on his palm after he returned one of your pencils).

So, imagine his surprise when finals come to a close and you’re the last to approach him as everyone leaves. Headphones down, backpack slung over your shoulder, fingers gripping the strap until they’re almost white, chin jutting upwards in defiance, eyebrows furrowed in frustration—and the first full sentence he hears from you is:

“Why are you so damned tall?”

He throws his head back to laugh, all expectations of you being this shy, little thing blown into the wind. You’re fierce.

He leans forward until you’re face to face. Close enough where you can see the whites of his eyes, close enough for him to see the tiniest of blushes gracing your cheeks.  

“Isn’t the better question: why are you so short?”

Your undignified screech of fury is heaven to his ears.

[snowfall-jess]

I need to evict this from my mind because my brain goes brrr but I am NOT over Grassland Romance.

Like.... Look?????

It's just... I'm Hmong, and for some reason this card gives me such homesickness and longing. My people aren't even represented as the tribe, yet somehow, I feel a sort of kinship. This card, specially how Sylus acts is making me yearn so fucking badly for this.

I knew I loved this card immensely, I loved the story. I loved the idea of MC and Sylus figuring out how to get home and the definition of home. Especially with Sylus.

"Now I have a condition. If you're not there, then I'm not interested." Like... I know it's so simple. But for some reason this card gives me such yearning and longing to find a home with someone.

I know I have a home with my friends and my family. But to have a home with a lover? That, to me, is a different foundation.

Idk sorry I just needed to throw this thought into the void because I love this card so much. I loved it when it came out, and I love it even more now after the past few months away.

Anyway, that's enough rambling - snowfall jess out 👋

[snowfall-jess]

ooc doodle but idk (i have not met anaxagoras in game)