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  leaving this accout up because it has a lot of memories of my favorite character.  

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much love much love much love

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lindenslinens:

“Oh my God,” Linden groans at the sight of the other, “You look amazing. I’m dying over all of these looks,” they say as they approach, “I mean, like, I made a lot of them, but I’m so impressed with myself. Everyone looks mad hot.”

          Sylas thought about the amount of work that went into Linden perfecting everyone’s look. “That’s a lot of work.” he said, “I’ve always been impressed with you, but now more so.”

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fidelius-x

Peach happily snapped a photo and then held up her phone to show him. “Thanks, that came out great!” She laughed, “Sorry, I’ve been trying to get pictures with everyone and of everything. I know it’s probably really annoying, but I’m just so excited to be here. Anyway,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Are you having a good time?”

          “No, it’s refreshing,” he commented. “You’re actually the first to ask me to be in a picture, so if anything, it’s kind.” Sylas was always honest about how he felt about things. A trait that often landed him in hot water. “I’m having a good time I think. It’s a lot better than just sitting at home with the pets. How about you? Are you having a good time?”

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fidelius-x:

It was Peach’s first time at the annual New York Ghost gala, and she was ecstatic. She dreamt of attending this event ever since she was a teenager, and she couldn’t believe that she was standing among the city’s elite in the most elegant gown that she’d ever seen– let alone put on her body. Her smile was wide as she reached into her clutch and pulled out her phone; she had to capture this moment and many, many others. “Excuse me?” The witch said, to the person who just so happened to be standing closest to her. “Would you take a selfie with me?” 

          Sylas wasn’t planning on attending the gala. If it wasn’t for him wanting to suport Riley he’d be at home. Surprisingly, he was in a good mood. Sylas had been asked to take pictures, and this was the first time someone asked to take a picture with him. “O-Okay!” he said with an extatic smile. He moved closer and smiled. 

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coffeecortez:

          “I’m taking a little poll here at Witches Brew: What is the craziest rumor you’ve heard the no-majs say about us?”

           “I’ve heard quite a few,” he said thinking. “We are aliens, we are pagans, we are mutants,” he said trailing off. “I find it fascinating how they view us, but I, and I know this is not ok to admit, like to hear what those who have issues against us say. I used it as a sort of reflection,” he said. Sylas had studied No-Majs and their history in school and had always had a curiosity towards them. 

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torturcdangels:

          Marley tilts her head up taking in the fresh air.  It feels so nice to be out and about after a day of being cooped up in some annoying desk work and it looks like her Weimaraner, Harold, agrees.  He takes one look at her and then lifts his head to smell the air, only to grow restless and search from something else to sniff.  He doesn’t get very far before his head gently touches the leg of a stranger and Marley quickly snaps her head to look at what he’s doing.  “ Harold, leave ‘em alone.  I’m so sorry.  He just likes saying hi to new people.”

          “Oh hello,” he said as he petted the dog. “Hey Marley,” he said with a smile. He was walking around trying to clear his mind. He was trying to appear happy so his friends didn’t worry, and while he was good at keeping his emotions in check, he couldn’t hide the despondency he still felt. He hadn’t told his friends that he was thinking of proposing to his ex. “How are you?” he asked with a sad smile.

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empressofthecross 

octavia merely stares at him, eyebrow tilted. then she rolls her eyes. “ach,” the noise is throaty, accompanied by a shake of her head. “men and their egos. just drink some milk and accept that you are not immune to the spice.”

          “I swear I’m good,” he says. Sy is trying to convince his body that he is in fact fine. However, his body isn’t buying it. He starts to sweat a little. “I just have to remember to not touch my eyes,” he says continuing to eat the taco. “My lips feel a bit numb, is that...normal?” he asks after he is done.

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TRUTH OR JINX      Sy sits towards the back, not really wanting to play, but rather watch.

He lowkey would play.

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minus headphones + beanie

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@rileygoldstein / not really a starter, but a self-para kinda thing

            He knew that he wasn't supposed to be shopping at no-maj shops, but he wanted to get Riley something for being there for him lately. It was when he was walking down the busy city street that he noticed a person selling pins. He looked at them wondering what he should get her. When he saw one that said 'Jedi' he bought it immediately. He put the small button in his pocket and proceeded home. It was a small gift, but it was his way of saying, ‘Thank you for not giving up on me’. He didn’t have many friends, or rather he didn’t have any other friends outside of his roommates. He knew people but still felt as if he was too awkward or his humor too out there. He put the pin into a small envelope with a small note that read:

          I saw this and I thought of you. I think the movies are incredibly long, but lightsabers are cool. 

          He put the envelope on the table and sat down in the common area to read a book. Slightly nervous about the gift.

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( alanis )

          “I’m taking a little poll here at Witches Brew: What is the craziest rumor you’ve heard the no-majs say about us?”

          “That we are from the future and are using future technology,” he said with a laugh. “Where are you going to put your results?” he asked.

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( alma )

there’s a burnt sugar air about her, like bitter honey and sweet oleander, like leaving powdered sugar instead of footsteps, and it makes a home in her wherever she wanders. the serpent pub seems an unlikely match to her brand of living dream, what with its disrepair, but its drinks are strong and she likes to feel dizzy. 

“well, hello,” she titters around her straw, lifting up her oliver goldsmiths. “you’ve joined me at just the right time, darling. it’s simply fortuitous. the bartender has convinced me to order another drink without finishing my first - now it’s yours.”

          Sylas was second guessing going out. He’d told his friends he was going out, but that didn’t mean he had to. He could always just lie. He sighed realizing that wouldn’t work because he didn’t like lying to them. “Oh, uh, thanks,” he said with a confused look. The woman looked familiar. However, he didn’t say anything for fear of not remembering who she was. He hesitated. Be more...adventurous... but taking a drink from a stranger isn’t exactly adventurous. Sy was about to give the drink back when he decided to let go for once. He held up the drink and said, “cheers,” before taking a sip. “Are you here alone?” he asked.

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( zeke )

Zeke was almost breathless as he came to a halt in front of a stranger, “Did you see a kneazle run past here?” he asks, “I’ve been following it for blocks, but it just figured me out.”

          “Oh, a kneazle...no I can’t say I’ve seen one, but I can help you look,” he said looking around. “What does it look like, and do they have a name?”

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( atlas )

“I do not recall doing that, but if you say so, I suppose I should believe you? After all it is possible I’ve oblivated myself many times,” Atlas muses in his normal condescending tone. Atlas pokes his cheek with his tongue and says, “I do think that small fire was an anomaly, it is summer, and you know no majs and their solar mirror things, they reflect perhaps that set fire to your curtains?” He says despite knowing it was definitely one of his spell inventions backfiring. 

          “I find that a bit hard to believe,” he said furrowing his eyebrows. “If that was the case, wouldn’t this be a common occurrence?” he asked. Normally, Sy wasn’t the type to get upset, but given as he and his roommates had a lot of animals, a random curtain fire was a bit dangerous. Sylas looked at him with slight judgement. “I don’t care if it was you. I would just like a heads up so I can make sure I catch it in time. I was in the middle of a good book.”

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(  demetria )

“Can we make this meeting quick? I do have quidditch practice to attend, and a five year old who while patient beyond his years is not going to be happy if I have to stay an hour later just because the coach is pissed that I was ten minutes late.”

          Sylas nodded quickly. “I just was going to ask if you’re going to that come as you are party?” Sy still hadn’t decided if he was going to go but had a feeling that he was going to be encouraged, or rather forced, to go.

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( octavia)

@knihts “i wouldn’t recommend doing that.” octavia warns, her voice an enigmatic sort of warning. “i’ve seen dire consequences from such foolishness in my time.”

          “What could go wrong?” he asked as he loaded up his taco with the extreme hot sauce. “I’ll have you know I have an excellent tolerance for these kinds of things.” He said. He took a big bite of the taco and hot sauce, “Hmm.” He gave a weak thumbs up. 

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@rileygoldstein

          Sylas sat in the common room with one of his bowtruckle, the group have a medium sized Wiggenbush where their branch lives. “How are you today my little friend?” He asked with a soft whisper. Lately, Sy was becoming closed off. He told his roommates that he didn’t want to talk about what happened; that he moved on. He lied and said that he wanted to go exploring more, try new things. In reality, he just wanted to stay home and take care of their animals. After a soft conversation about if he was all the things his ex said about him, he put little Duckie, his favorite character from Pretty in Pink, back on the bush. He slouched on the couch letting out a loud sigh.