#I love this little lad

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[punkitt-is-here]

a rare sighting

[royaltea000]

he could not control the class 😔

[myoonmii]

One thing that makes me love Merlin more is that he’s such an all around guy— like he’s just some silly little servant, he’s the worlds most powerful sorcerer, he’s done nothing wrong, he has done everything wrong, he’s so kind and sweet, he’s absolutely batshit insane, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, he will not hesitate to put you 6 feet under!

[babyb1ues]

Sometimes I remember he’s been canonically compared to the little prince and it kills me

[b4kuch1n]

study of this masterwork

[odoraful]

details in snowy serenity | zayne ❄️

[quirkedupkicks]

save me tododeku 3rd yr AUs..... save me.... (this whole thing came from a single panel gag, bet you can guess which one)

[lorn-art]

Pate appreciation post

[cozylittleartblog]

hey. hey anon? youa re. so right,

[elation-station]

the town bisexuals are at your door it is time for you to pick a bride

[uncanny-tranny]

Every time I think too deeply about how we've found the bones of thousands and thousands of years old ancient people and we've given them people names I just

Guys, do you get it? We put to name these ancient peoples whose bodies vaguely resemble us and we go, "you're one of us, and we will give you a name that we have invented". They are not here to have a voice for themselves, but they are here to be remembered.

To be named is to be loved.

[unluckywisher]

You turned tiny! A strange Wanderer causing fluctuations affected you, and even after you defeated it, you found yourself no taller than a water bottle. Your Hunter's Watch analyzed you, determining that the effects would be over after a full day. ...but what until then? You should probably call one of the guys...

(Mainly fluff with a bit of crack)

(I have also written the reversal of this scenario)

If you spend your day with Rafayel:

Well, first of all, he laughs. He puts his hands on his knees and doubles over in laughter.

If you were already short: "I don't think your body knows how growing works."

If you were tall: "Now blankets will finally be able to fit you."

He picks you up by your middle and sits you on his shoulder. You hang onto his hair and ear, which he complains about. "I'm not gonna drop you, you don't need to grab me so tightly!" He blushes.

He takes you back to his house to "take care" of you while you're in this state. Which consists of him taking several pictures of you, to your annoyance. But seeing you angry only makes him laugh, you look too cute to be taken seriously, your tiny fists beating against his crouching legs.

In the end he relents and stops taking pictures, but then he moves on to the next activity: Making you little paper clothes. Treating you like a dress-up doll, he ends up making a whole closet worth of clothing.

When you inevitably get hungry, he orders some sushi and feeds you grains of rice and salmon bits, eating himself the rest.

He keeps you the whole time either on his shoulder or on top of a table, so he'll know where you are at all times and won't accidentally trip over you.

You get to watch him paint from a unique perspective, his eyes focused on the canvas and his breathing relaxed, even as you accidentally pull his hair while trying to change your sitting position.

At one point he just caresses your hair and face affectionately, unable to resist how adorable you look. His fingers gently trace your features.

When night arrives, he lays you down on his chest and covers you with his hand. You can hear his steady heartbeat as you fall asleep.

The next morning you realize you're back to your normal size. You're on top of him, your head still on his chest, and the hand that was covering you now on your nape.

As he wakes up and realizes, he turns red, but he doesn't even move, saying, "You're lucky your cuteness levels stayed the same even after changing back."

If you spend your day with Xavier:

He crouches, staring at you with a mixture of wonder and pity. Then he chuckles softly, but without malice.

He lowers his hand to the ground for you to step on, then brings you close to his body. You climb inside his jacket and wrap your arms around the belt across his chest.

"Don't worry, I'm here." He reassures you.

He takes you to his apartment, since your fingers are too small to activate the fingerprint lock on your front door.

He kneels by the couch, letting you hop down. He doesn't know how comfortable you'd be with him grabbing you in this state, so he prefers to let you move by yourself.

Mainly he carries you by letting you step onto his palm, or he simply lets you sit on the couch, on top of a few arranged pillows.

He lays down next to you to nap, and once you assure him repeatedly that you're fine with it, he cuddles you like a plushie.

You wake him up when your stomach growls. He offers to make something, which you quickly shoot down, so he orders some pasta from a nearby restaurant.

He smiles as he watches you struggle to eat a whole spaghetti noodle, carefully helping you clean the sauce on your mouth and hands with a napkin. He eats the rest.

Afterwards he offers some of his books for you to pass the time, but it proves to be a tiring activity, as the books are taller than you and you have to move your head almost 90° to read a line, not to mention how bothersome it is turning the pages.

He offers to read them to you, so you sit on his lap, but he ends up falling asleep while reading.

You resign yourself and decide to wake him up so you both can properly head to bed and sleep. He cuddles you again, careful not to squeeze you too hard.

As morning comes, as you find yourself turned back, your head is resting against the crook of his neck and his arms are around you.

He stirs and wakes up, smiling as he moves his head to look at you. "Even though you're not plushie-sized anymore, can I cuddle you like this again sometime?"

If you spend your day with Zayne:

Even if the situation is comical, he's still worried. He kneels down and looks you over, making sure you're fine apart from the obvious.

He even scolds you lightly for being so careless while fighting Wanderers.

He scoops you up and puts you in his jacket's breast pocket, your hands grabbing onto the edge. There's a wrapped mint at your feet.

He takes you to his apartment, looking down at you every once in a while to make sure you're still in his pocket and doing fine.

Once home, he doesn't leave your side. Well, more specifically, he doesn't let you leave his side, because now you could get hurt very easily. You're either in his pocket or on his desk, the latter only because he had some documents to finish reviewing and he doesn't want you out of his sight.

You seize this moment to play with the things on his desk, annoying him as revenge for not letting you do anything. Clicking pens, walking over his keyboard, shuffling some papers... He ends up putting you back in his pocket, sighing.

"It seems getting smaller didn't affect your ability to cause me trouble." He pinches the bridge of his nose.

He brings you to the kitchen to cook some food, and even lets you help him, although he completely turns down your idea of cutting the ingredients with your now-tiny sword.

You eat a small portion of mashed potatoes that you could swear Zayne has calculated in accordance with your size, but you don't see the math to prove it.

After eating, he asks you to check your Hunter's Watch again to make sure you'll be back to normal tomorrow, stating that it would be a hassle to take you to work, but he says it in a way that lets you know he actually cares.

Even though he rarely sleeps a whole night, this time he makes an exception for you, and goes to bed at an adequate time. He lays you down on the pillow so you'll be as comfortable as possible, bringing the covers up at your level. His face is right next to you, his eyelashes fluttering as he closes his eyes.

The alarm wakes both of you up. He blinks softly as he sees you're back to normal, your forehead touching his and one of his hands resting on your waist.

"I was starting to worry I wouldn't be able to kiss you any time soon."

Sylus part here.

[sysig]

Those wacky skeletons ♥ (Patreon)

[planetvries]

I ❤️ Balin 🥹

[amoscontorta]

Hi, I write fanfiction about Love and Deepspace. Currently Sylus-specific, although I love and appreciate most of the LIs. Full summaries and tags are in each link.

Alike and cornered beast, Sylus's POV | ao3

I was desperate for Sylus's point of view during the first time that MC meets him in the Alike and Cornered Beast chapters of Long-Awaited Revelry. I wanted to know why he touches MC so reverently but also quite brutally, so I spent a lot of time thinking about possibilities and this is the result.

Roleplay, undercurrents, and rising curtain, Sylus's POV | ao3

It really bothers me in the game that the clearly traumatic experiences MC undergoes in the canon storyline don't seem to have any consequences for MC's character development. Yes, yes, this is a self-insert gacha mobile game, blah blah. MC has PTSD from chapter 4 (you know the one), and no one can convince me otherwise, so I re-wrote the auction bits from Sylus's POV to fix this grievous oversight, because I am also firmly convinced he is a champ at handling MC's trauma.

No way out, revised | ao3

I thought that MC was too mean to Sylus in his 4 star No Way Out card, and I didn't like it, so I fixed it. I mean, I rewrote how it went like a proper rabid fan. Sylus shows up injured near MC's place, MC tends to his injuries, and he takes advantage of the situation like a vampire and secures himself an open invitation into MC's home whenever he 'needs' it.

Datura tea, or how all you want is to get some sleep | ao3

You're suffering from insomnia due to untreated PTSD (probably, I don't know, I'm not a doctor or a therapist) from your family getting, well, exploded, and the longer this goes on, the sloppier you become in combat and just existing, and a bad idea is born (let's go to the club alone, drink enough to finally get drowsy and then go home and finaaaaally sleep it off). Zayne treats some of your injuries, Mephisto does Sylus's stalker bidding, and guess who appears at the club right before you're about to probably violate the Hunter's Association code of conduct on an idiot who has a hard time taking no for an answer? Spoiler alert: he can't sing but he can dance, even if he chooses to dance to the music he'd rather be hearing than the music actually being played. Full of clichés but hopefully with refreshing twists.

Sylus gets a headache | ao3

Sylus has secured the promise from you that he can use your place as a safe house if he's in the area and needs it. Sylus's definition of "need", it turns out, might be different than your own, as illustrated by the first time he shows up unannounced at your door.

Wine time with Sylus | ao3

Sylus invites himself over, helps himself to your first aid kit and your kitchen, manipulates you into tasting wine with him, discusses his latest business venture, and gifts you more than one present before he's good and ready to finally leave.