DNI minors, proshippers, lixli shippers
I don't post much, just the occasional reposts or my thoughts on Sylus. I am a solo Sylus main
I am a heavy virgin Sylus truther and fuckboy Sylus denier, do not come at me with any theories or headcanons, my page is not the place for that in regards to any of the LAD men, especially Sylus. Feel free to block because I'm tired of people calling it "puritan" when it's just basic critical thinking and understanding the game's story
All my posts are my personal thoughts, feelings and views on Sylus. Feel free to disagree but if you come onto my page and MY posts just to argue, I will not hesitate to block you
I play the game as it is shown and according to game lore and material given. Hence my page is not a safe space for the following headcanons and theories for Sylus and the other LIs
-not a virgin
-fuckboy/slept around before finding mc
-lixli/poly/poly soul bond/other Lis would fall for him because his shared soul with mc/would be in a throuple etc. Sylus is bound to one person only and that is mc, he will never give his heart to another
-submissive/bottom/pegging etc I will never be convinced Sy is submissive or a bottom and I will never believe he's into being pegged, even by mc. Any hc that paints Sylus as a subby doormat who does anything mc wants just because she wants it. And he does NOT liked being choked
-alongside that any toxic booktok bdsm daddy dom hc. Sylus is not Zade Meadows 2.0
-stepdad Sylus, foh
If any of this offends you, feel free to block✌🏻✌🏻
Hello, if you had to choose which among Sylus myths is your personal favorite, which one would it be and why?
Hi, hello!
While I love all of Sylus's myths, and think they're each fun, well-written, and emotionally satisfying, I have to admit that my absolute favorite of the three is Crimson Spirit.
And the reason is pretty simple. His standard myth Captivating Moment, was an incredible introduction to the Daily Life of Sylus Qin, revealing his rage-baiting fake nonchalance, dangerous existence and softer sides that were only hinted at in his main story introduction in Long Awaited Revelry. And of course, in Beyond Cloudfall we finally got to see where it all began, and how Sylusmc became inextricably, tragically linked, as well as one of Sylus's most fundamental characteristics: he is not, and has never been, quite human. And while I went into Crimson Spirit with some reservations because of how saturated the western romance market is with vampire mythology, I fell in love with what I consider to be Sylusmc's most mature, final form in a mythological setting and was not disappointed with the combination of vampire aesthetic, themes of hunger and desire, and the writers' take on the ennui-filled, jaded, sovereign archfiend.
As usual, there are so many moments that I could quote and snapshot and share, but tumblr has a photo upload limit per post and I'd end up just gesturing wildly at the entire myth. So I'll try to stick to the highlights.
This story was funny. Sylusmc at their finest, snarkiest, cuntiest banter, back-and-forth, push-and-pull, she stabs him through the heart, he yeets her into a building, they wrestle across the dining room table, fight through the hallways and end up an undignified mess in the bedroom. I laughed out loud so many times. He constantly tries to wreck her plans just to piss her off while the whole time he has a backup plan that would still achieve her goal. He's petulant and entitled, bored and jaded, demanding to drink from her, demanding all the food and wine in her manor. His INSULTS are hilarious. And MC matches him, with her insincere curtsies, her threatening to throw an encyclopedia at his head, "Welcome to Philos, the most boring place in the universe." She matched him tit for tat, and I fell in love with her the same way he did.
While I enjoy current timeline and Sorceress sylusmc, for me personally they don't hold a candle to the maturity that characterizes count sylusmc. I love that MC is suicidal. She has lived a long, pain-filled, lonely life already, having no idea why she is cursed to live in immortal agony, and she is dead-set (lol) on dying. If you've read any of my fanfic, you probably already know how dear a suicidal mc is to my heart, and how much I love stories in which characters at rock bottom learn to want to live again through Sylus's unique form of single-minded, relentless, utterly unshakeable love. And her world weariness is so palpable in this story, her motivations logical, stubbornness endearing. I also love that she remains cutthroat in this, as she is in all the timelines but the current one, while still having enough emotional depth to not make her feel like a girlboss fantasy like empress mc from throne of eros. I'll take what i can get. And I loved Sylus in this. Where Stayrus is young, naive, deeply wounded and lonely, inexperienced with the wider world beyond violence and being hunted and chained, Archfiend Sylus mirrors MC's world-weariness in a more mature way than his guarded, animalistic naivety in Beyond Cloudfall. Whereas dragon sorceress sylusmc are very young and raw, close to nature and the innocence of feral animals, count sylusmc are sophisticated, exhausted, older and more cunning. Archfiend Sylus is experienced, he has literally seen it all, the full width and breadth of human desire and filth. He's jaded, he's bored, he easily vanquishes any and all who dare try to dethrone him and suffers the emptiness of having nothing left to look forward to once the lonely pinnacle has been reached. He's the sovereign of a wasteland, its denizens the rejected detritus of the multiverse's most unwanted people and things, including himself. Watching him come alive with each challenge MC poses to him, with the scent and taste of her blood and magic, his soul resonating with hers without even realizing it. His slow realization that being shackled to a person who understands you, accepts you for who you are, shares your adventures with you, will always be better than the loneliness of pure freedom and unchecked power was so lovely to see.
This myth was so true to sylus's previous characterization while also showing us a version that is older, a version that doesn't remember mc initially, so it's a true enemies-to-lovers, falling in love for the first time feeling, this time as a world-weary traveler as opposed to falling in love for the first time ever, like Stayrus. At this stage in my life, I really appreciate this flavor of their love story over all others. MC is hesitant to express her feelings to him, leaves all of her emotions unsaid as she walks the mist-filled, rose-lined path to what she thinks is her final rest, and that just. My heart. And Sylus lets her, also silent about his feelings, until the climax and everything that follows. I just found the progression of their relationship, their very adult personalities and decisions so narratively compelling.
So while I laughed my ass off during the first half of the myth, my heart ached as MC learns about sylus's lonely existence after he takes her to his realm, and they spend those quiet, held-breath days together before returning to the world and finishing what mc had started: completing her self destruction. I found the descriptions of his realm heartbreaking and familiar, the parallels between Tartarus of Beyond Cloudfall and the N109 Zone very clear, but with a quiet, more desolate feel to it, the sands of time eroding the broken, giant ruins that made up the landscape of his home in this lifetime.
And then we have the revelation that the promise of her being able to rewrite her fate was a lie, all along, and Sylus knew, all along, yet didn't try to stop her, even though he had come to love her by then--he let her see for herself, and then convinced her to change her mind with his booming voice, tearing himself apart again in order to save her. Just?? Peak Sylusmc, dear god.
But this myth, out of all them, was so emotionally satisfying to me because both Sylus and MC chose life instead of the ultimate sacrifice. They got to live a full life together, and then chose death, together, on their own terms. Just their brief discussion about how the plans they made in their early days were now memories of plans fulfilled made me start crying harder than I cried during Beyond Cloudfall, because they finally got to have a happy life together, something I'm not convinced we'll be able to see in the main storyline. So I felt like I could quit lads and be content, just from the ending of this myth. And that's an amazing feeling, and a gift that the devs probably didn't know they were giving when they released this version of Sylus and mc's story.
And just a little sampling of details that I loved from screenshots I saved while first playing through the myth. Sylus being a little shit. "It's. Boring." Insisting that MC turn and face him and pay attention to him and doing it physically if necessary. His unexpected kindness towards the nervous chef—Sylus never has been, and never will be, a bully towards anyone but MC. And the detail of him proudly bragging about all of his treasures while they're in his realm was so charming, so adorable, so him that I just. Aaagh. And Mephisto’s origin story, that’s their baby bird help. And then the ending. Within my soul, I carry my beloved. They’ll always walk the same path, and he will always find her.
Thank you for asking! Sorry, once again, that this went on for so long, and I still didn't say all that I have to say about why this myth is peak for me. I want to write a longfic about these two, where MC is chronically in pain and looking for a way out, maybe where they're in an arranged marriage but he's in it to win it before she could ever conceive that he actually cares about her, the regency sensual tension of all the frills and layers of clothing, societal propriety, the intimacy of removing each others' clothing and caring for each others' hair outside of the view of the ever-present servant class (maybe sylusmc needs to dismantle the class system altogether), etc etc. Someday! Hopefully!
you don’t even know why you say it. you’re not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes you—when he’s in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isn’t already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.
and sylus isn’t the kind of guy who needs it either. he’s cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like he’s already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.
but you do.
and he lets you.
and right now—he’s letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his hand’s curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when you’re the one on top. that’s how he likes it. how he needs it.
so maybe it’s that. maybe it’s the look on his face. maybe it’s the way his brows are twitching together, like he’s fighting something off—like if he lets you go even a little harder he’s gonna say something stupid, something real.
you’re already gone. you feel too good. you’re too wet. you’re not thinking. so you say it. “you feel so good, sylus.” just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you do—he freezes.
not all the way, not like he’s pulling back. more like he’s startled. like you hit something he didn’t know was there.
“…what?”
you blink down at him, rocking slow. “i said you feel good—”
“don’t.” his voice is raw. strained. quiet like it’s been scraped thin.
you laugh a little, teasing. “what, i’m not allowed to praise you now?”
“no,” he mutters. “you’re not.”
but he’s gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. he’s looking at you like he’s pissed, but underneath it—underneath that perfect, surgical composure—he’s wrecked.
and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like he’s punishing himself for liking it—and now you know what breaks him.
“baby,” you whisper, soft as sin. “you’re so deep. you’re so good to me—so fucking good—”
his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, “shut up,” but it’s not mean. it’s not real. it’s desperate.
so of course you don’t. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, “you make me feel so good. you’re perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you do—”
and that’s what does it. that. right there. because suddenly he’s groaning into your mouth like he’s never cum before in his life, like you’re fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.
he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing it’s happening until it’s too late, until you’re clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.
you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t move.
“fuck,” he breathes. “you—fuck. don’t ever say that again.”
A lot of people misinterpret SylusMC’s soulmate bond. They think it’s fate or the bond itself that made them fall in love, but that’s not the truth. SylusMC’s love is actually about defying fate. Fate has never been in their favor, Fate constantly puts them on opposing sides as archnemeses Yet despite that, they still choose each other. They fall in love with each other by choice, not because destiny or Fate forced them to.
They also chose to create the soul bond (dragon myth). The bond exists because they willingly decided to share half of their souls with each other. It wasn’t something imposed on them by fate. They chose to share their half souls and be connected to each other for a lifetime on such a deep Soul level. Sylus’s lore constantly revolves around choice and autonomy. Even after sharing their souls, their relationship still prioritizes personal choice. Their soulmate bond is truly unique.
So this isn’t the typical soulmate trope where two people are simply “meant to be,” or where fate is the reason they fell in love. Their soul bond exists because they chose it, and in every lifetime they continue choosing each other, even after their souls are already shared. No matter what happens, they always find their way back to each other. I love how their love is so powerful that even when fate forces them to be archnemeses, they still choose each other and defy destiny.
Their Dynamic is Archnemeses by fate, Soulmates by choice.
Sylus has been trying to convince you to ride his face for a while now. You’re not opposed to the idea, you’ve even fantasized about sitting on his face a few times.
Your hips hover over his face, direct view of your dripping hole in his sight.
“Sylus, are you sure? What if I hurt you?”
He puts on a tight smile, losing his composure every second that your pussy isn’t on his waiting mouth. “Sweetie, I promise you, I won’t be hurt.”
You’re still conflicted, opening your mouth to protest again. But he can’t wait anymore. His arms lunge at your hips, latching on and yanking you onto his face. A yelp leaves your open mouth, scrambling to steady yourself on the bed.
He doesn’t waste anytime, his mouth fixated on you. Sylus continuously slurps up as much of your sap as he can, ensuring your clit gets the same attention as he flicks it with his tongue. The room fills with the sounds of his loud sucks and your screams of pleasure.
Sylus’s hands grip so hard they leave indents in your thighs, urging you to keep rutting your hips into his face. Your clit catches onto the bump in his nose everytime you cant forward, moans of pleasure spilling from your throat as you do.
Your hands drift towards his hair at some point, fingers carding through and clutching onto it like a lifeline. He hisses, the vibrations hitting straight at your clit, making you whine louder.
"I can't believe you were -fuck- keeping me from this -mmgh- sweetie" he drawls, drips of arousal mixed drool falling out of his mouth as he speaks.
Unable to respond with coherent words, you only whimper louder as he drills his tongue further into your pussy. His tongue works frantically to scoop out as much of your sweetness as possible, incessantly craving you.
"Ahh Sy-mmgh- Syluss, I'm gonna cummm" you struggle to voice, your hips canting faster into his face.
When the words hit his ears, he angles your hips so that his nose hits your clit harder, eliciting gasps. He starts to lick and suck faster, hungering for your arousal to slide in his throat.
Moving two of his fingers to thrust into your walls, he breathes out "Cum on my face, kitten."
And you do, your hands fisting harder into his hair as your body locks up, waves of pleasure rolling through you as Sylus drinks up everything your body has to offer him.
He lightly sucks on your clit as you ride out your orgasm, pulling off when he hears you whimper in overstimulation. Lifting off him, you glance down to the sight of a ruined Sylus. His lower face glistened with your arousal? Drool? You're not sure.
His tongue darts out to lick up what he failed to suck into his mouth, a low groan emitting from him at the taste. Sylus looks up at you, his eyes basically pitch black from how dilated his pupils are. Your breath hitches at the debauched sight.
seeing the posts about paperfold's presentations about the LIs at the festival of gaming is pretty cool, someone took a picture of a table describing the individual LI reactions to catching plushies, and Sylus's is so cute. I've transcribed it from a photo credited below since the photo is pretty blurry:
-loves watching you play, if you don't catch it he will just buy it for you
-wants to play himself but is a little shy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-goes for the toughest target (slow?? soft?? sure??-impossible to read from XHS picture) with his grab and observes first
-looks confident but questionable success rate (which is why i NEVER let him play, but now that i know he wants to i'm going to have to endure endless claw machine sessions)
-Thoughts on the machine: "This is....challenging."
-Moderately slow, very cautious
-Focuses on chatting with you, sometimes offers advice and loves being involved!!!!!!!!
This just!!! I absolutely love how he's characterized down to the smallest detail, and just the claw machine reflects so many of his most charming and fundamental traits.
Taking the challenge of such a frivolous activity seriously, insisting on challenging himself by trying to go for the hardest one to retrieve, actually wanting to play but is too shy to insist!!! (cuteness aggression overload on the part of the blogger), he first observes everything carefully, is slow and cautious to achieve his goal. I think that is really indicative of how wrong the people who see him as a reckless explosive mafioso are, when he's always meticulously observing, planning, and then executing his plans with focused precision. And I think it can sometimes be difficult for his fans to remember that despite all of his suave confidence, he has moments of shyness, he fails, he's imperfect, he doesn't always catch the plushie, he has bad luck and his plans do go sideways despite his best efforts. And the fact that he focuses on chatting with you as you play, and loves just loves being there and being involved and included!!!!! This, like any other activity he does with mc, is another way of feeling loved and giving love in return, quality time and sharing each others' presence, and underpins his recurring insistence that he doesn't care where he is or what he's doing, he won't ever get bored as long as mc is there with him.
One of the biggest mischaracterizations this fandom makes about Sylus and MC's dynamic is the claim that they only started dating after Magnum Opus, or that they were in a "situationship." But anyone who truly understands their connection knows that Sylus and MC have always been deeply committed to one another. Their bond is built on a foundation of pure love,soulful, unwavering, and emotionally profound, even when unspoken.
Their connection doesn’t need labels like "dating" or "f*ck buddies" to be valid. Those terms lack the emotional depth and long-term commitment that define Sylus and MC. Their love has always been about being together in the truest sense, for eternity. It's a love that transcends physicality and surface-level definitions.
To reduce such a sacred, destined bond to something casual or undefined is not only inaccurate, it’s unfair. Sylus and MC's relationship is the embodiment of pure love: timeless, intentional, and eternal.
Honestly why is this STILL up for debate, the mischaracterizarion of our LAD men is crazy. Sylus was 100% a virgin before Night of Secrecy and I'll die on that hill🙌🏻🙌🏻
And let's not forget this is an otome game. It goes without saying ALL the men have eyes for only ONE woman. Not to mention the storyline and dialogue make it quite OBVIOUS.
The virgin Sylus deniers think just because he's 28 and hot he can't be a virgin? Nothing wrong with being a virgin at 28 btw🩷🩷
But this is Sylus
The man who called mc his most precious treasure
The man who said "there is no love purer than mine"
The man with whom mc shares half a soul
The man who did NOT want to be given to another woman in Goodcat
We have dialogue like this and people still comment things like "I mean you can still fuck around and not experience a breakup" or "doesn't mean he's a virgin, he could still have fucked other girls without being in a relationship"🤓👆🏻
And I'm just thinking are we playing the same game? That is NOT something Sylus would do.
"only ONE slipped through my fingers"
Sylus would NOT have engaged in meaningless flings. He wouldn't even glance at another woman, let alone let one get close enough to fuck him.
he doesn't even want to share a scenic view with someone else
Laughed so hard, my discord moots got blocked for calling out the post. Well don't be illiterate then ig🤣🤣
No honey, no he does not
Their dance card was phenomenal but unfortunately it brought up this discourse again
This scene right here, mc is holding his neck. I would not consider this choking him
This is a choreographed dance meant to display their push and pull for control and dominance
Mc is showing that she's in control by holding Sy in a rather vulnerable spot, but then he grabs her wrist and shoves her hand away, indicating her loss of control. Their dance displayed their dynamic perfectly. But no she is not actually choking him
And then we have Sy's expression in Abyssal Mark. Here mc was actually trying to choke him
See the difference
I get that people have their own preferences and headcanons for characters. But when it's something that quite literally goes against game lore and canon dialogue, it doesnt make sense to try and keep pushing the agenda
Sylus said point blank period he doesnt like being choked, so that should be the end of the discourse
But no, fans still like to argue and claim otherwise
Even something as small as headcanoning "Sylus doesnt get sick" when we literally have a card where he does in fact get sick
Make it make sense guys
You can't hc something that the game disputes
And then seeing tweets like this
My goodness. The endless hoops people jump through to try and claim this and that about Sylus
How about taking his word at face value?
I swear it's because he's a MAN
Would people still be arguing if a WOMAN had said this? If a woman said she didn't like being choked, would people be going "oh she probably meant in real life, she loves it in the bedroom"
No
No semantics. No ifs ands or buts. No "maybe this is what he meant" or "maybe he was being sarcastic"
