HELLOOOOO?!?!? When Was Anyone Going To Tell Me About These Officially Commissioned Sylus Artworks?!?!?

just imagine watching a romcom with sylus...like the mf is such a romantic would he be sniffling at the notebook...would he be stuffing his face with chocolate and blowing his nose loud as hell

happy lestat day for those who celebrate it!! 🥳

a mimir

two completely normal individuals being platonic; taking things slow and totally casual

Sylus, who has a plethora of luxury and sports cars but mainly used his bike when he is with you cuz he wants to feel you closer to him. He wants to feel your arms wrap around his waist, wants to hear your voice when you tell him about your day right by his ears. He wants to feel you squeal and your hands scrambled to grab him when he hits the gas a bit too hard. He was to feel your hands squeeze his hands gently he gently reaches back to pat your thighs to ask if you were ok or not.

What can he say? He just loves getting a reaction out of you.

Astarion in camp: kickass dagger-throwing rogue who could slice off your arm with a flourish if he wanted

Also Astarion in camp: seven year old boy waiting for his mom to finish talking to a friend she ran into in the grocery store

he's immortal. he's bisexual. he's french. he's a mama's boy. he's a rockstar. he's a whore. he has a god complex. he tastes like vermouth & annihilation. he's the object of everyone's desire. he's 5'11 on a good day. his waist is snatched. he heard ur hearts dancing. he's a dog person. he has never paid alimony. he is not fond of organized religion. when he's tired he's not as kind. he has never shut up in his life, not once.

sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. you look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."