Hello, Sweetie.

Everytime I think of Dawnbreaker Zayne I imagine him to look like this. Just so tired, unkempt hair and with a bit of a stubble.

Drumrolls 🥁😁 I've been meaning to create these since a long time 😍

Some of these don't exactly look like stained glass but I liked the designs, so I kept them🥲

Feedback is appreciated as always🫶🏻

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soo im going through some stuff in my closet and that includes my rock collection from when i was a kid! its so cool realizing i remember every single one of them and my reasons for keeping it, even though there's probably around 50 of them there and a lot of them seem a bit mundane.

showing a collection like this to caleb and seeing his eyes light up as he remembers the little trinkets alongside you!! he has little anecdotes and stories that you completely forgot, and was maybe even there with you when you found or were given the rocks. your favorites are some of the ones he found for you; you remember keeping them close whenever he wasn't able to be by your side.

there's a happy sparkle in his eyes that often comes when he remembers your happy childhood moments together, along with something else you can't quite identify. you ask him why he's looking at you strangely, and he shakes his head and plays it off.

but internally, he's been comparing your expressions and mannerisms to when you explained to him your reasoning for keeping each rock when you were children. the way you show him how each one shines differently under the light, and how your points towards the value of every stone match up to the ones you chattered about back then.

his expression becomes increasingly fond as the conversation continues. he loves seeing that you still have traces of that innocent happiness brought by something so small, your sweet nature unchanged even more than a decade later.

he eventually gives in to his desires and folds you into a tight hug, pressing a long kiss to your temple. you don't pull away, melting into him trustingly and letting your eyes droop closed. he wants to keep you happy like this forever.

"I love you so much, pips. So, so much. Only show me this side of you, okay? Promise me."

synopsis: sylus has no fears. what? what do you mean, needles? that makes no sens—

alright, scratch that. sylus has one fear.

tags: fluff, needles obvs, vague description of vaccination process, reader is adamant that sylus gets this shot, he’s a chicken, resonating, domesticisms at the end  word count: 900

to combat a virus that seems to disproportionately affect evolvers, all eligible individuals have been given a new preventative vaccine. 

almost all of them, anyway.

“come on!” you huff, pushing with all your might. “it won't be that bad!”

“why don't you try again, kitten? you almost moved me an inch that time.” 

this early in the morning, the pharmacy parking lot is mostly empty. but by the time you finally manage to drag sylus inside, you fear they'll already be closed for the day.

you'd gotten your shot weeks ago, the only side effect being a bit of soreness. but every time you asked sylus how his shot went, he always found a way to dodge the question. after days of back-and-forth and a 30-minute interrogation, you’d reached a harrowing conclusion:

sylus was afraid of needles.

“it’s not as odd as you think,” he’d said while you gaped at him. “believe it or not, i value my life. why should i let a stranger skewer me and thank them for it?”

you are under no obligation to read that fic

you don't have to be mutuals with people you don't like or don't know very well or whose content you don't enjoy

it's okay to block someone for petty reasons

there is no quota for interactions

you do not have to reply to every comment or tag someone leaves you

But Onychinus provides the best offer out of all of them

Only, you can't seem to wrap your head around its boss

He's the definition of intimidating and powerful. The moment he steps into the room, everyone is standing at attention, ready to please his every whim. Except, of course, the two men who seem to be his right- and left-hand pawns. They were the ones who tested your skill initially, and were still shocked that you caught on to every type of lie they threw your way

When Sylus himself decided to test it out... you were surprised that he wasn't lying. A few things here and there, just to keep you on your toes, but the truths were stranger than fiction in all ways: the amount of wealth at his command, the trades and deals he's most interested in - you expected even his name to be false, yet it was all open information given to you or half a mark off to see if you'd catch it

Even after you're hired, you expect him to lie

You can't help it, really. He's the head of a massive organization that runs and thrives in the N109 Zone - a city of liars of all breeds

When he says, "Good job, sweetie," you stare at him for a hint of sarcasm. You find none

"I trust you" isn't said with an ounce of deceit

You hate how awful it feels to stare him in the eye, waiting for the hammer to fall, when he murmurs in the softest voice you've ever heard from him, "I care about you." Because you've been burned one too many times before. Because you've let your guard down and been tricked when you were too inexperienced and naive to catch the lie being said