voidsylus

[voidsylus]

a love that not even the god/s can separate

[voidsylus]

infold needs to raise sylus affinity

after the whole 130 affinity where so many sylus mains were stuck for weeks to months bc infold didn’t raise sylus levels, i was sure they aren’t going to do that again

but i was wrong

now the highest im seeing for sylus is 159 and they have yet to raise the affinity cap. im at 155 right now but im dreading having to through it again esp bc i enjoy taking screenshots

i just wish infold cared enough about their players because we really do love the game but the lack of equality over li (sylus specifically because it’s been a year) is heartbreaking. but all we can do is hold up on hope that one day sylus will get the justice he deserves

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happy sylust

it’s officially august 1st so that’s means another month of celebrating sylus and that’s a fun canon ritual sylus mains started in april (the twins even confirmed it)

may sylus beach banner come home to us at early pity with no spook or lose 50/50 and may it be spicy so we can feast

(i love playing with glint so much, sylus dominates this lighting)

[voidsylus]

⭑ sylus finally fits. ⭑

⭑ summary. you and sylus still haven’t found a way to have sex—until, in this latest attempt, he finally fits. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. established relationship. pet names (sweetie, sweetheart). size kink. fingering. finger sucking. unprotected sex. lube. missionary. a little bit of a plot twist ending(?)

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 1.7k. song mention: cherry. lana del rey.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ first time em has ever written p in v sylus sex? and it certainly won’t be the last??

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

“that’s it. that’s it, make a mess for me. no need to be shy."

with one last desperate clench, you gasped for your next breath, then melted into your release, as delicious, hot-syruped pleasure dripped sugar wax into the base of your stomach.

sylus committed to the exact momentum that brought you there in the first place—not thrusting his fingers, but instead pressing that same button of plump nerves deep within your core with relentless speed and precision. he thumped his fingertips against your sweet, squelching patch of cherries, as his other hand splayed across your stomach, held steady so he could smudge your clit with his thumb.

your sticky, needy moans kept coming as you fought through endless shivers, that racked your body so handedly that you had to clutch sylus’s wrist for support.

when he bowed forward to kiss the edge of your hand, your hips jolted in response, at the same time that your thighs attempted to clench around his waist. he tsked, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth with a slow shake of his head. then he taunted you further with smeared kisses up your fingers, and along your inner thigh. each time, your legs quivered, desperate to clench closer together, to sever the gravitational pull of his thick fingers caving in on you.

“you know i need all of it, sweetie,” he disciplined you with a dark whisper, “can’t stop until you give me every last drop."

“s-s—sylus—"

he grunted. “no begging. be good for me, c’mon. you’re almost there."

you bucked up into another helpless whine. your mind was going numb at this point, blurring every thought that had nothing to do with his thumb circling your clit or his fingers rutting against you just right. you tightened your hold on him by a mere fraction, but he reacted accordingly, finally slowing down as you approached the end of your release.

he drew his fingers from you with a drenched slick, then sucked your arousal dripping down to his knuckles with a low, satisifed groan.

you could only recover with a lone sigh before he bowed forward again, that time to seal your lips with a lingering, lovestruck kiss.

he pulled back slightly, lips as shiny red as heart-shaped cherries. “you still want to try again?” he asked.

you nodded with a needy bite of your lip, and squeezed the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his bulge, poking into his boxers, nudged your thigh as he shifted against you, enticing a dewy breath.

the weight of his tip alone was cruel—it stirred something primal and insatiable within you that you wouldn’t have known was there unless you met him. you’ve truly been obsessed with sylus's dick ever since you first saw it.

if only it would fit.

the past three times you and sylus tried to have sex, it simply refused to budge all the way through. you would earn an inch or so with every attempt, but still, he could never manage to slide fully inside you. you just needed sylus so miserably at this point that nothing would stop you from trying. especially with the way he was humping your leg to seek the friction of your thighs, soaking a small patch of his boxers with streaks of precum. he needed you just as badly, if not worse.

“please, sylus,” you sighed against his lips, “give it to me. already feels so good."

he knew better than to deny you, which is why he didn’t hesitate. with one tug at his boxers, his cock bobbed free, thick from the base all the way up, ribbed in veins, rosy and messy at the tip. you forgot to breathe every time you saw it—it was just so pretty. and damn heavy, too. its size should’ve intimidated you after all this time, but you could only feel eager as you stared down at it with sultry, siren eyes and a watered tongue. it hadn’t stopped bobbing since he took it out, like it was trying to hypnotize you. not only was the sheer length of it distracting, but the weight of his balls, too, that you couldn’t wait to clap against your pussy once you could finally handle him in his entirety. drops of precum leaked from his slit, slithering all the way down past the ridge of his tip.

“see that, sweetie?” he strained out, catching the drip of cum with his finger. “it’s drooling for you."

you sucked his finger into your mouth, then savored his thumb, all while he pinched and squeezed at the head of his cock. he clashed his mouth against yours with one last ravenous kiss before bending over the edge of the bed for a bottle of lube.

only once he lathered his dick until it was wet and smooth did he lean into you, hiking your legs around his waist. he always reached for your hand when he had you pinned beneath him, with an affectionate squeeze of his palm into yours like a heartbeat, fingers interlocked and solid. it rooted you to him, utterly and truly.

“ready?” he whispered close to your ear, “tell me when to stop."

you nodded, already a bit dazed by the groove of his tip prodding apart your soaked folds. then, ever so slowly, he breached into you with the tightest, stickiest squish from your wet heat.

the two of you sighed in unison, in a melody of rasped groans and breathless whimpers. he already stretched you so good—your lovely hole could meld to the width of his fingers, but strained beneath the weight of his cock, struggling to take its shape but efforting through it all the same. you winced, sinking your fingernails into the back of his hand and the bulk of his shoulder, but didn’t ween your hips away. pleasure pinched and nipped your tight core, but you wanted to feel him harder—deeper.

“that’s the tip,” he breathed out, voice slightly unsteady, “breathe with me. you’re taking it so well already. being such a sweet girl for me."

he fluttered a kiss over the edge of your mouth, tracing the seam with his tongue. then he pushed in again, and you gritted out a harsher groan that time. a burning coil hooked the pit of your stomach hard and fast, but released as soon as he stilled again.

“i know, sweetie,” he cooed, sweet like gooey candy, “i know, i know. but you can do it. i know you can. try a little bit more."

you hummed to agree, securing him with a tighter clutch of your legs around his waist. “i want it. please, keep going. don’t stop."

he cupped the heart-shaped curve of your face, stroking the corner of your eye to soften the singe of his cock burying deeper into you. you braced it, with your eyes shut tight and wilted whine after whine. you were stuffed so full—your cunt was practically choking on him. for every burning push there was the rewarding pull of your warmth suctioning around him—a pulse from your honeypot of nerves seeking more, a flicker or two from your swollen clit. your breath hitched when another tight cinch of pain trickled in sooner than you expected.

“look at me. right here, c’mon. look right here,” he panted.

your eyes fluttered open to find his, dark red as a blood moon, smokied with lust. your brows still scrunched close together, but you tried to soothe the tension by moving your hand away from his nail-bitten shoulder to trace the rigid lines of his mouth and his jaw.

he kissed the palm of your hand, and whispered, “good girl. there she is."

shockwaves rippled through you when he shifted his hips again, and you watched closely as his lips parted with a silent breath. he seeped in deeper, in one slow but fluid motion, that carved into you so good and sharp that you had to arch against him.

“fuck,” sylus groaned, then again in a faint whimper, “fuck, it’s in. it’s all the way in."

“yeah?” you whimpered back. “keep going then, sylus. need you to move."

he released your hand and sat upright, targeting his stare directly at the juncture where he disappeared completely inside of you. he knocked his head back, with a hard and heavy swallow.

“fuck,” he gritted out again, “that’s good. how is it this good, sweetie?"

he drew his hips back with a wince, paused for a breath, then eased back some more. the sound of him sliding out of you was pure filth—with a lingering slurp that caused your core to constrict around him tighter, sucking him back in.

“mmph—” he moaned through a shudder, “you’re gonna take it again for me, sweet girl?"

“yeah—hah—m-mmhm,” you whimpered back, all dizzy and soft.

that time, he sank back into you with much less resistance, following through to kiss your cervix with his tip in one slow-burn thrust. to feel all of him at once, clogged and stuffed to the point that you could overflow for him already, churned such intense pleasure within you, deeper than you had ever felt it before. your eyes crossed from the sheer euphoria of it all—you may even start hallucinating.

he shucked in and out of your trap for a cunt in one sweeping motion, finding a steady rhythm. your soaked heat welcomed him again and again with brief spasms and squeezes, doing all that it could to lure him back in.

his lips remained parted, a gateway for every fragile breath and wet whine that poured out of him one after another. brows fixated close together, stomach flexing, arms fidgeting, unable to hold you still and steady. he was such a mess for you after only three or four strokes. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him like this—if at all.

he babbled out your name. then, “sweetheart—s-sweetie. it’s too good. i’m . . ."

he managed one last sigh, and a final fifth thrust that filled you to the brim, before releasing a breathless, fucked-out whine of relief. he clutched your hips tighter than he had all night, crucifying you to him as he spilled his hot and heavy load into you.

he apologized as soon as he came.

“i’m so sorry, sweetie. i can’t help myself. how was i supposed to know you would feel this fucking good?"

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All dolled up

aka, dressing you up just to fuck you down

Sylus x female reader

Words: 2.7k

The front door to your apartment clicks open with a soft squeak, followed by the heavy footfall of the man you’ve been expecting. You look up from the book in your lap, already smiling when Sylus appears in the living room. He’s smirking too, a picture of quiet smugness with something crinkling behind his back.

“You’re here earlier than I expected,” you say, setting the book aside and rising to greet him. “Though I’m not complaining.”

You’d been eagerly awaiting his arrival ever since he texted you this morning about having business in Linkon. It was a no-brainer to invite him over after whatever shady deal he had planned. Quality time together felt long overdue.

The mystery behind his back suggests a different kind of business he attended to.

You can’t help but raise a curious brow, though you pause long enough to press a kiss to his cheek. The gentle peck draws a soft chuckle from him. It’s obvious you’re stifling your curiosity, so he doesn’t leave you in suspense much longer.

“You’ve never been one for patience, kitten, so I came as quick as I could,” he teases, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would have arrived sooner, but I needed to pick up something first. Actually, two somethings.”

He reveals two luxury shopping bags from behind his back with a bit of a flourish.

One is smaller, the handles tied together with a black velvet ribbon. Hot pink tissue paper peeks out from one corner, catching your eye.

The other bag, much bigger, is proudly stamped with an ornate gold seal. The familiar logo gives you a sneaking suspicion of what’s inside.

You start to protest before you’ve even set your hands on the bags. “Sylus, this is too–”

“It’s bad manners to turn down a gift,” he scolds with a mischievous grin.

When he leads you to the couch and gently places both packages in your lap, you know there’s no room for arguing. Sylus is especially stubborn when he spends money on you. There’s no amount of protesting, convincing, or pleading that will get him to change his mind.

So you just accept your fate and give in to that feeling of excitement at opening unexpected gifts. If he’s so willing to spoil you, then you might as well enjoy being doted on.

He nudges the smaller bag toward you first, so you hastily untie the ribbon and peel back the layers of tissue paper.

A delicate lingerie set lies beneath—a deep burgundy color that reveals your trembling fingers beneath sheer mesh. The underwear’s waistband is lined with a pretty scalloped lace, and a dainty satin bow sits in the middle. Its matching bra is equally detailed and ethereal, with lace framing the top of each cup, the same see-through mesh, and ribbons adorning the bottom of each strap.

You swallow hard, heat rising to your cheeks when you think of Sylus picking this out for you. You don’t even need to imagine the smirk that must have graced his face as he fantasized about you wearing the set. He’s already looking at you with expectant glee right now.

“You’re impossible,” you whisper with a shaky laugh.

“I assume that means you like it, sweetie,” he replies with that infuriating, cocky grin of his. “Now the second one.” His large fingers tap the bigger bag as a reminder.

After fumbling with the packaging, the second gift reveals a dress. The same one you’d admired from the boutique window a few days ago. Made of velvet and flirty, it has a ribbed bodice and a scandalously high slit up the skirt.

It’s the color of wine and soft to the touch. Something he won’t be able to keep his hands off of.

“Sylus,” you groan only half-heartedly, “I told you I didn’t need it.”

“I know,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “But I wanted you to have it.” Another kiss, one that lingers. “And I want to see you in it. Right now.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not even going to let me try it on myself, are you?”

“No. I want to dress you.” He stands, hand outstretched in expectation. “Won’t you let me take care of you, sweetie?”

You roll your eyes with a fond sigh. “Alright, alright. You win.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight.

Placing your hand in his, you let him guide you up and into the bedroom. The lighting is dim, only the last rays of dusk spilling through the window and painting the walls with an orange-pink hue.

He stops you beside the bed and gestures for you to stand still, like a mannequin or a doll. You indulge him, lips twitching when he bends to hook his fingers beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you wear.

“May I?” he asks gently.

You nod, and then he lifts it, letting his fingertips brush along your thighs, your hips, then your ribs as he tugs it over your head.

If he’s surprised that you’re completely bare underneath, he chooses not to comment on it. He doesn’t even mention the slight sheen of wetness he catches between the apex of your thighs as you shuffle on your feet.

You both know the terms of this game you play together.

Sylus dresses you, taking his time to touch you with the utmost respect and reverence. And you try to ignore the rising heat in the pit of your stomach.

He enjoys spoiling you, providing for you, wrapping you in luxury and reveling in your natural beauty. You enjoy being treated like the princess he always makes you feel you are.

And of course, you enjoy the way he makes love to you when he’s done pampering you.

Your heartbeat kicks up a notch when he picks up the lingerie set, holding it like something fragile before meeting your gaze and tapping on one of your legs.

You obey the silent command, carefully balancing on one leg to step into the underwear first. When it’s snug over your aching pussy, he turns his attention to sliding the bra over your arms and shoulders before clasping it behind you with slow precision.

He only touches you, finally, to pull the lace cups into place. His thumbs brush the sensitive underside of your breasts and linger a moment longer than necessary. It sends sparks of electricity through your spine.

With bated breath, you watch his eyes trace your body like a man memorizing scripture. His silent appraisal makes your stomach do somersaults, but you keep your head high and try not to melt where you stand.

Arousal burns hotter beneath the surface of your skin as he turns to the dress next. With the same precision and frustrating slowness, he helps you step into it before drawing it up your body.

This time, his hands caress every inch of skin they encounter. When the bodice reaches your hips, he pauses, fingers dancing along your waist before guiding it up over your chest.

Tugging the zipper up follows the same skin-tingling process. It’s not a coincidence his knuckles skim your heated skin the entire journey up your spine.

Even when the dress fits perfectly around your curves—Sylus always gets your size correct, no matter the brand or type of clothing—he still smooths the fabric over your stomach, then higher.

His fingers reach your breasts, thumbs gliding up to tease your nipples through layers of velvet and lace.

“Look at you,” he murmurs to himself, stepping around to admire you fully. “Out of all the gems this world has to offer, your shine is the most brilliant.”

You stand still, trembling slightly as his eyes devour the sight of you, his most precious treasure, all dolled up for him.

He reaches out, smoothing the skirt again, adjusting the sleeves, tugging the neckline just slightly lower. His hands move like an artist’s, sculpting the perfect image in his mind.

Then, slowly, they wander.

First over your waist, then your hips, brushing the sides of your thighs and slipping between the slit of the dress. He circles you, his fingers never leaving your body. You can feel the tension between you stretching tighter with every breath.

When he finally steps closer, pulling you gently to him, his hands cradle your jaw as he kisses you—soft at first, then deeper, more consuming.

The world falls away until there is only the firm press of his mouth and the heat radiating between you.

Without separating from your soft lips, he takes a sure step forward. You stumble back for only a split second before his hand steadies you by the lower back. The course he wants to take is clearer now as he guides you, straight to the bed.

You’re pliant under his touch, gasping when he sits with you on the soft mattress and then yanks you to straddle his lap with a quiet huff against your mouth.

The dress pools around your thighs, the slit making room for your legs to spread over his big lap, as if he planned for this. He’s already straining hard beneath you, his breaths growing ragged between kisses that steadily turn sloppy.

His hands slide beneath the dress, fingertips tracing the edge of your new panties, then snaking beneath until they graze your slit. You gasp, grinding into his hand instinctively, and it rips a low groan from his throat.

Sylus parts from your lips as his fingers grow more bold in their exploration, dipping into your arousal to spread it along your clit.

“You must like your gifts a lot, sweetie.” He chuckles and presses a smug, searing kiss to your neck. “You’re dripping on them.”

You whimper, hips twitching as his fingers press firmer against you. One slips inside, then two, curling just right. His thumb brushes over your clit, and his other hand pulls the neckline of your dress down.

Even when his warm mouth latches onto a nipple through the mesh of your bra, he watches every reaction of yours. He revels in the way your eyes flutter shut, the way your head tilts back while you moan his name, and the shudder in your thighs as he curls his thick digits right against your g-spot.

You cry out, burying your face in his neck before pleading, “Need you inside me…please.”

On any other day, Sylus would draw this out even further. He’d make you say it again even though your cheeks burn. He’d tease that he’s already inside you while scissoring his fingers in your tight heat to prove his point. 

But he’s been on edge ever since he saw you staring at this dress through the window of that shop. Since then, he’s been planning for this moment. So tonight, he’s feeling more impatient than usual.

He pulls his hand from your underwear before effortlessly maneuvering you to lie on your back against your soft mattress. The dress bunches around your hips, giving him further access to slide his hands along your upper thighs.

You always look gorgeous to him. But right now? You’re flushed and glistening, chest heaving from his slow build-up. The lingerie is a soaked mess. The velvet's clinging to your sweat-slick skin.

You’re the picture of everything he loves: opulence, intimacy, softness, and indulgence.

And you already know not to worry about staining or ruining the brand new clothes. He’s told you before, and he’ll remind you again if he needs to—he’ll just buy you another pair of everything if the mess is too hard to clean.

He hovers over you, mouth descending to press a hot trail of kisses everywhere he can reach. His teeth catch on the top of your bra’s lace cup, and he tugs it down until one breast spills free.

As he takes his time sucking and nibbling on one nipple, his hand makes quick work of freeing his leaking cock. Precum smears against your new panties, leaving his mark while your hips tilt to rub yourself harder against the tip.

With his patience wearing thin, he pushes your panties aside, lines himself up, and sinks into you in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch pulls a gasp from your lips, and he simultaneously groans as your heat envelops him.

“Sweetie,” he breathes against your throat, voice shaky and betraying how much you affect him. “You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. Hm, magnificent,” he murmurs between each thrust.

He’s not usually one for lots of talking during sex, but seeing you like this? You’re a vision wrapped in only the finest things he could provide you. And it makes him want to remind you just how much power you hold over the fearless leader of Onychinus.

He watches your face through every deliberate drag of his cock inside you, studies every twitch of your brow, every moan you try to stifle. You arch beneath him, fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging just enough to make him grunt from the perfect mix of stinging pleasure.

While he’s not much of a talker, he is the type of man who enjoys letting you know how good you’re making him feel through deep growls and near-animalistic sounds with every rough stroke. And your higher-pitched sounds begin to join his as he hits the perfect spot, making you clench around him even tighter.

“That’s it,” he pants as he continues chasing that spot you like. “Make a mess for me.”

He pounds into you harder, pace quickening as your bodies slap together, the room filled with the sound of slick skin and ragged breaths.

Sliding one hand beneath your bunched up panties, his fingers lock onto your clit with quick precision. He’s intent on watching you fall apart on his cock, creaming around him and leaving a wet mess along your new clothes. Anything to make him spend even more money on his sweetest treasure.

Sylus gets off on it—the thought of you making use of his resources, putting his hard work to good use and being treated like royalty. You deserve it. Just like he deserves seeing that adorable look on your face when you accept the gifts you pretend you don’t want or need.

His hand works faster, flicking your aching bundle of nerves just right until you scream his name. Your orgasm hits you fast, stealing the breath from his lungs when he feels you tremble beneath him. It’s impossible to hold out any longer. Not when you have such a blissed out look on your face, all because of him.

He bites down on your shoulder, his pace stuttering as he thrusts deep once—twice—more before spilling inside you. His grip is bruising even through the thick velvet of the dress, holding you tightly as you both slowly come down from the high.

It’s an effort not to collapse on you with how lightheaded he feels right now. That innocent smile on your face makes him weak in the knees. So he rolls the two of you over, pulling you to lie atop his strong chest. His cock slips from your cunt, likely making a mess on your dress. But it doesn’t matter to him.

You both lie there for a moment, gasping, tangled together in peaceful bliss. He brushes the hair from your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m surprised,” he murmurs, “you didn’t ask me about the price tag this time.” He chuckles, thinking you must have finally learned that it’s a lost cause.

You laugh weakly, still dazed. “Can I guess?”

He entertains it, humming when you rattle off some numbers, and laughing when you severely underestimate how much he’d spend on you.

The dress itself wasn’t too expensive. But when should he tell you that he bought the whole boutique just so he can adorn you in more pretty dresses and show you how gorgeous you are?

Maybe he’ll confess on your next shopping trip together. After all, he has plans of fucking you in the dressing room of that classy store as soon as you try on every little thing your heart desires.

a/n: if you read this and thought “why does this idea sound familiar?” It's because I teased it over 2 months ago 💀 hope it was worth the insane wait

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happy sylusversary and first anniversary with sylus

despite being aware of the game before, what set the date for me is the countless of leaks plastered literally everywhere

for me specifically it was on tik tok months before his release date. i don’t know what it was at the moment but i knew i had to be there when he finally debuted

finally on july 16 (i was so busy on 15th) i downloaded and the rest became history

he is my first and only main, the one who makes me stay despite infold chaos yet through it all there is no one else i would rather love— no one else i would rather celebrate our first anniversary

to many more years to come, you’re the only dragon and person i want to be with for all eternity

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sylus is panning right to the camera like in the office bc ain’t no way in hell we said this randomly it’s too specific

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sylus consent in intimacy and freedom of choice

i stand firm that sylus has an extremely high eq (possibly the highest) especially in the ways he approaches intimacy in our relationship and our autonomy

through time and time again he consistently prioritizes consent, ensuring that every moment shared be it our playful banter, romantic, or deeply emotional—is mutual and never pressured

sylus mains can’t help but admire his unwavering commitment to our autonomy—he never forces closeness, and he never assumes our affection. which is why we are almost always the first ones to initiate intimacy

despite it, he never possess, but to offer. he never once demanded our love or loyalty—instead, he gives us space to decide, to explore our own heart without pressure. the choice has always been ours and he accepts whatever outcome it bears

but he knows that at the end of the day, being with him in our home, with the twins and mephie is exactly where we want to be

[voidsylus]

sylus and ours love language in new event

i feel like our relationship with sylus his love language is everything. he’s the embodiment of a perfect husband but i think the main ones are:

quality time, acts of service and physical touch

while to the outside he may come across as composed— especially as leader of the n109 zone with the highest bounty yet with us is where that his true feelings unfold

due to our time being cut short thanks to the people of the sanctuary, he cherishes the time spent side by side and always wants us to be near each other which is why he’s taken the skye the fruit vendor identity when we’re in linkon

chapter 2 of the event showcased how even without saying a single word Sylus immediately understood and took care of us

but i truly truly love the physical touch side, it doesn’t have to be as grand as night of secrecy however when we’re together we can’t help but crave each others touch. the clarity and peace of mind it gives us knowing that we are actually physically here and never far away

we are just two idiots in love

[voidsylus]

sylus alternative darkborne pulling update

when i tell you sylus loves me i truly mean it, r3 for just 200 pulls and i still have enough wishes for next banner

im actually going to get a heart attack, i want that frame and base so badly

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never forget that Sylus canonically sleeps on his stomach

But with us around, he sleeps like this😫😫

With us, he can lower his guard and show his vulnerable belly🥺🥺🩷🩷

[voidsylus]

happy JULYLUS and SYLUSVERSARY

i can’t believe we have finally reached the month of sylus debut and the theme of this banner is marriage. it was practically made for us and our beloved dragon

and soon it’ll be my 1 year anniversary with him

[voidsylus]

sylus writing team you are forever loved

then vs now

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not spoiling sylus and us kiss

thank you infold for not showing the kiss in the trailer for sylus, i love LOVE when i can experience it for the first time in my account by watching the kindle

you will be mine and at R3 TRUST

[voidsylus]

conflicted over 4.0

im going to be honest, that livestream should not have happened. this is best a 3.5 update which is once again underwhelming

the positives:

- deepspace trials (im hungry for battles since 240 has been completed within the first week of 3.0, so i hope sylus gets more added or it’ll be for open orbit)

- banner preview (despite sylus card looking really angsty i love the wedding theme and our dress with sylus)

- chaos 2.0 rewards

negatives:

- they deadass ignored us when asking for a sustainable way to farm for diamonds

• they should have made another version of SHC that comes weekly or make SHC weekly

• if we can redo the completed orbits again to gain diamonds

idk man literally anything because after 3-4 months, chaos 2.0 will once again finish and that’s it we’re cooked. this will benefit p2p and f2p but infold once again doesn’t care

- no new 4* or free fits for the boys (idk why they stopped giving us free fits during 3.0)

- where.is.sylus.missing.content

it’s a monthly ritual to mourn for this because there should be no reason why he’s extremely behind in content when it’s about to be a year

no bond no ancedote no 4* and 3* no affinity points for couples ring and level 130 and no poses

it’s just not fair. so many of us sylus mains felt so defeated and dejected last night because once again they didn’t bother to address this

someone brought up on reddit that in the live stream it showed new ancedote so it’s not gojover

[voidsylus]

[nsfw!] sylus eating you out

stayed up all night and smoked the whole liquid from my vape but it was worth it, i think

[voidsylus]

tysm for the tag bby @salemrph 🩷✨ but omg i really had to think about this one

1. born to die- lana del rey

1. positions- ariana grande

1. epic! Soundtrack

1. suzume Soundtrack

1. don’t smile at me- billie eilish

1. wiped out- the neighborhood

1. part 1- chase atlantic

please join if you’d like: @littlecrowkitten @yes-no-maybe-soo

OOO YIPPEE ty for the tag @sweetcalebb <33

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reputation - Taylor Swift

Preacher's Daughter - Ethel Cain

Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers

Lemonade - Beyoncé

Puberty 2 - Mitski

Unreal Unearth - Hozier

Dance Fever - Florence + The Machine

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