— mia @shyluses - Tumblr Blog

When the topic becomes about racism between children you very quickly realise children of colour aren't seen as children but as some other thing that should just take the abuse and then forgive the Real White Children because they didn't know better. They don't understand it but children of colour can and will very early in their youth.

zhonnoe

Hallo

Con prep is beating my ass so another sketch dump in the meantime, I’m still kickin’

sapphic-lads

Sapphic LaDS Week pages have been updated ♡ Use “#sapphic lads week” or “#sapphic lads week 2026” for your submissions!

Prompts - In addition to the daily themes, there are some short descriptions and additional prompts on the prompts page if you need more ideas! These were primarily based on suggestions in the inbox. Thanks for the input! Rules & Guidlines

The beautiful Butch!Cowboy!Caleb Chibi is from a donation commission drawn by @readyplayermari as a part of the Artists Against ICE campaign. I sent money to Immigrant Defense Project in exchange for this. Thanks Mari!!!!!!

I can't wait to see what everyone makes!!!!! ♡

syrawrites

A little thought of mine of the Chronorift Catastrophe

saw this today and it made me think again. Sylus loves mc, his other half. but would he pity caleb too? he prob saw him suffering too, saw him trying to save mc too..

°•|credits to the rightful owner of the image|•°

thoughts?

#kiss the brick at least #he would’ve most certainly helped Caleb #he helped Luke and Kieran #Sylus may be morally grey but aren’t they all #Sylus knows what it means to be used and unwanted and forsaken

leaderincrows

You’re all getting ready for lads sapphic week RIGHT

#WHEN WERE YALL GONNA TELL ME WE HAD A FUCKING SAPPHIC WEEK

deepspacebabyy

avananabread

Thinking about Sylus who loves a particular kind of gentle skinship: pressing his nose on your skin.

Waiting in line for your sudden milk tea craving and he’s behind you nosing into your hair (he claims it makes the waiting better)

You’re preparing some food on the counter and he’s there behind you pressing his nose on your shoulders as he watches your hands move

You just wanna feed him some fries but he’s grabbing your wrist to press his nose there then playfully nip the side of your thumb instead of the fries

When he’s in a bad mood, just holding you and pressing his nose on your chest and he’s instantly cooled down

You wear an off-shoulder top and you bet he’s gonna be perching his nose there as if he’s Mephisto

Or nuzzling into the crook of your neck when he wants a cuddle

Or catching you right after a shower and he’s running his nose down your arm and giving little pecks

Maybe it’s the feel of your skin, maybe it’s your scent he wants to inhale all the time

Maybe it’s his dragon’s way of showing affection

You’re lying down on one side relaxing and he’d playfully rub his nose on your waist to tickle you and hear you laugh

And when your scent changes he knows you’re ovulating, it’s sweeter he says, with that hungry look in his eyes, because his very favorite place to bury his nose in is—

Wait am i ovulating? (ignores my empty period tracking app, opens Lads instead to consult his notes)

deepspacebabyy

souliloqui

suggestive | fem!sylus x gn!reader

summary: a discovery is made about sylus.

cw: nipple piercings

You see them during a training session. Obvious outlines against the thinness of Sylus' tank top. The first thought that pops into your mind is nipple piercings but you shake the thought away and tell yourself you're just seeing things.

Shadows playing tricks as you dodge and weave around Sylus' aggressive offense. But your eyes keep flickering to her full chest, tracing the curve of her cleavage and dropping down to her peaked nipples. The very sight on a regular day ignites a too-hot fire in the pit of your stomach. But the fire bellows and roars when you see the outlines again. Outlines that form the shape of barbells pierced through sensitive flesh.

Nipple piercings.

Your lizard brain's yelling the words at you, desperate in a disbelieving whine.

Nipple piercings.

Nipple piercings!

There's a sudden tilt in your balance, causing your world to turn on its side. You hit the padded floor with a loud gasp before you're rolled onto your back. Above you, Sylus' red eyes pierce right into you. As if she can read your thoughts and pull out your most inner kept secrets.

She stares at you a moment longer before saying, "You were distracted."

Tongue tied, you can only nod and try hard not to look at her breasts again. It's a hard-fought battle as Sylus is leaning down and the low neck of her tank top offers the most enticing view.

She's also not wearing a bra.

You hold in a whimper.

"J-just got caught up in thinking about work," you stammer, lying badly through your teeth. "Got–got too much paperwork to do tomorrow."

Sylus raises a brow, her expression unreadable, before tilting her head.

"I see," she replies and reaches out a hand to help you up. "Well, if you joined Onychinus, you wouldn't have all that paperwork clogging up your mind."

"Yeah, yeah," you murmur, allowing Sylus to pull you to your feet. She uses a little too much strength which has you falling into her space with a tiny noise of surprise. Her scent hits your nose instantly, her warmth falling over you as you stand almost chest to chest. Unable to help it, your eyes dart down to the swell of her breasts and your lizard brain screams at you to bury your face in them.

But your lizard brain shuts up when you feel Sylus lean in closer. Her warmth turns to molten heat as her skin presses against yours and her chest...

Your knees nearly buckle.

You can feel them.

"If you joined Onychinus," Sylus murmurs, voice low and silky smooth as it caresses your flushed ear. "You could spend your time thinking and looking at my chest." She chuckles softly, landing a small kiss on the curve of your ear. "You're not sly, sweetie. Undressing me with your eyes. I didn't think you had it in you."

Frantic words crawl up your throat, the need to defend yourself appearing like wildfire. But Sylus kills them with an ease only she possess, flattens you whole as her smile imprints into your skin when she whispers,

"And just to clarify, they are pierced."