mitsiepitsie

[mitsiepitsie]

This man's vocal cords have a direct line to my plumbing.

at this point i don't want sylus anymore. i want his eng va.

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[mitsiepitsie]

18+, sylus

heat.

(you’re chasing it)

slick and wet.

(you press harder)

bright, dizzying bursts of pleasure—

(faster)

“hey kitten, not that i’m complaining…”

thick honey melts on the back of your tongue, spun gold silk drips down your spine, your fingers curl and grasp for purchase as your thighs part, hips rolling to release the searing ache—

a low, amused voice pierces through the foggy veil of sleep, and you begin to stir as it continues, “…but what exactly are you doing?”

your eyes fly open in alarm, all at once groggy and alert, heart stuttering in your chest as you find yourself atop sylus.

in his bed.

—legs spread over one of his thighs, hands curled into his shirt, sleep shorts nearly soaked through from the way you were just dry humping him in your sleep.

your cunt throbs, as if to remind you of the climax you’ve yet to find, and you swallow hard, unable to meet his gaze.

a finger gently tilts your chin toward his face. “you were in the guest room, but you crawled into bed with me when it started storming in the middle of the night.”

you vaguely remember the relief of climbing between soft, silky sheets, the way the sounds of thunder fell away as you were pulled back into the embrace of something warm and solid before slipping back under.

“i’m so sorry, i should—“ you blurt out, quickly attempting to get off of sylus, but his hands are even quicker to find a home carefully splayed over the tops of your thighs, fingers curling up against your hip bones.

“why are you apologizing?” he asks, calm and gentle as ever. his eyes search yours, and you start to feel hot all over again.

“because i…” you gesture vaguely at the way you’re still straddling him.

“i mean, clearly you weren’t done,” he carries on, head tilting to the side. assessing. his sleep-mussed hair falls across his forehead, and you’re suddenly overcome with the urge to run your fingers through it. “so in that case, i should perhaps apologize for interrupting.”

you stare at him, ears ringing in the silence that follows his statement.

he slides his hands higher, to your waist, and he gives your body a little tug. enough to rock you on his thigh.

enough to—

pleasure blooms again between your legs, sensitive and sharp in a way that pales in comparison to the blurred, unsteady focus of sleep.

the corner of his mouth lifts. as if he can feel the fresh surge of sticky arousal soaking its way into your panties while one large hand traverses the small of your back when he asks,

“did you want to finish?”

[mitsiepitsie]

"Eccentric alchemist convinced they're on the verge of a breakthrough"

I for sure can match that manic energy, hold my potion.

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[mitsiepitsie]

So mad rn, not even kidding. OG3 and the bad apple got me excited, saved my little crow for last, and what do I get? Not a fuck you, what do you need or nothing.

Minor spoilers about the Lunar New Year cards below cut 😒

Ay yo. Why did the OG3 get to have kiss scenes in their cards but Sylus didn't 🤨

[mitsiepitsie]

I wonder if this would hold up in court.

"Yes, I do"

[mitsiepitsie]

[mitsiepitsie]

The Lion King.

The proper one.

what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

[mitsiepitsie]

Mr. Ca Cawk is welcome to slide in. Into my DMs, bed, mouth, whatever, his choice.

Raw, Next Question

‼️MDNI‼️ Showing the lads men that untamed feral side we all have. [Requested by: Jayhyunglover] A/N: You freaky frogs

[mitsiepitsie]

I would live in this shirt. The 13-year-old obsessed fangirl in me is clawing at the walls of her shoddily built enclosure to buy this.

The brain rot is getting to me... I bought a sesshomaru shirt.... send help

[mitsiepitsie]

Here is a link to a well written and informative post — courtesy of @/TheLunaRiegrow on Twitter — explaining what exactly Sylus is lacking and how it affects his mains. It also effectively explains why "content takes time" isn't a valid argument in this case — Sylus was planned as early as June 2023 or even earlier — , debunks the widely believed but false "Sylus' debut was rushed" narrative, and contains a lot of links and resources, so please do check it out if you're curious!

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Chapter 5 for silver scales is up. What started as a one-shot inspired by a simple picture of some hotsprings in Hokkaido is quickly unraveling into a 10k+ smut fest. With a deeper plot starting form somewhere in the crevices of my sleep deprived brain. Send help.

[mitsiepitsie]

Oooooooh, thank you so much whomever nominated this!!

Nomination - mitsiepitsie

CONGRATULATIONS, @mitsiepitsie​ / Mitsje (AO3)!!! Your fanfiction “Silver Scales” has been nominated by one of your fans for the 2025 1st Term Inuyasha Fandom Awards run by FeudalConnection!

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Best Character Portrayal (Sesshomaru) Best Romance

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[mitsiepitsie]

And now, a break from my Sylus-craze to post for my OTP once more, lol.

This is for chapter 4 of my merman-Sesshoumaru fic, Silver Scales. Read it on AO3!

[mitsiepitsie]

It's the BGM from Night of Secrecy.

[mitsiepitsie]

Ok. Buckle up, kittens.

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“Are you up for a joyride later?” he asks with a smirk, dusting some ashes of the disintegrating wanderers off of his coat. Instead of a usual dry quip, however, he's met with only deafening silence.

Sylus turns around, surveying the battlefield. Upturned rocks, split trees, craters littering the ground, nothing out of the usual, until his eyes spot a hand lying on the ground behind a particular boulder. A bloodied hand, weakly clawing at the dirt below it.

He's across the field in an erratic heartbeat, long legs stumbling as he finds you in a hapless heap, tossed aside like a rag doll. One of your legs has an unnatural bend in the thigh, the arm that isn't stretched up to drag yourself forward is clutching at your abdomen, where a dangerously large red stain is blooming on your hunters uniform, radiating outwards from a hefty branch protruding from your lower abdomen.

Sylus curses colorfully as he sinks to the ground beside you, his fingers finding your forehead clammy. Your eyes fly up to him, as if his touch was the first thing that alerted you to his presence. “Sylus?” you rasp, “I think I got too sloppy there, for a second.”

The smile he offers you doesn't reach his eyes. “It would seem so, sweetie,” he mutters, as he tries to decide on a way to move you, “I shouldn't have let you out of my sight.”

A chuckle escapes you, the wry sound dying out into a groan of pain as your ribs protest against the movement. “Promise me you’ll keep your eyes locked on me in future,” you manage through gritted teeth.

“Always,” Sylus murmurs, his evol slowly winding around your broken body, “Now, I'll be as gentle as I can, kitten, but this is going to hurt.”

“This so isn't the situation I was hoping to hear those words from you,” you quip, desperately trying to make light of the dire situation.

You would have screamed if you'd had the energy for it as wave upon wave of pain crashes over you as Sylus gently gathers you in to his arms and, dampening the impact of his footfalls with his evol, start to make his way to…

His mind races as he goes over the possibilities. The N109 zone is equipped generously with medics, but it's still a long way away from where you asked him to join you on one of your more covert missions. And the wetness seeping into his clothes tell him he doesn't have the time, you don't have the time.

Sylus steps out of the park and onto the road, determinedly staring down an oncoming car. Balancing you against him with his evol, he unceremoniously tears the door open to place you on the passenger seat, ignoring the drivers shouted protests, before striding around the car and dragging the unlucky man from his vehicle. “You'll be reimbursed,” he gruffs, before slamming the door shut and speeding off.

“What's that music?” you whisper, commenting on the soft lament resounding in your ears, “it sounds…familiar.”

“There's no music, sweetie,” he mutters, but as your soft humming reaches his ears, fear grips his heart like never before, the requiem an echo of a distant life.

Sylus dares a glance at your crumpled form, feeling his heart drop as he notices a trickle of blood leaking from your ear. With his evol, he carefully lifts you into his lap, desperate to hold you close. The absence of any form of protest at the pain of being moved is no consolation whatsoever.

“Come on,” he murmurs into your hair as your head collapses against his shoulder, “Just hold on a little longer for me, kitten.”

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“Sir, what are you- hey, you're not- Security!” The shrill screams from the nurses manning the reception of Akso hospital fall on unlistening ears as Sylus simply strides through the halls with you cradled in his arms. All that intel about your known companions comes in handy at the most unexpected of times, he thinks grimly to himself as he kicks open the door to your primary care physician's office.

Zayne starts from his nap, but before he can grumble about being so rudely awakened, or even angrily demand what the hell is going on, Sylus drags him out of his chair, his shimmering red evol wrapping around his neck.

There's a time and a place for a clash of egos, and instinctively, both know it's not now, not here.

“Save her,” Sylus grunts as he lowers you almost reverently onto the bed in Zayne's office.

You slowly come to your senses, and you wish you hadn't, as you're immediately overwhelmed with pain. Your leg is throbbing, your stomach is burning, your head is threatening to split open, every breath hurts, hell, everything hurts.

With a grim set to his shoulder, Zayne only offers a curt nod, before rolling the bed from the office towards the O.R., softly but decisively commanding a quivering nurse who'd followed the nightly interloper. Sylus slumps down in the recently vacated chair, and waits.

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Zayne finds the head of Onychinus pacing his own office when he returns hours upon hours later. A slight nod is all the confirmation he gives the man, before silently leading him to the room he put you in.

Upon entering, he halts Sylus with a hand on his arm. Zayne ignores the almost palpable tension in the room as he methodically informs the other man of what happened in the operating room. That you had flatlined a few times, but they had managed to pull you back from the brink. The way Sylus's hand clenches into a fist at that, tells the doctor he knows, and with a last terse nod, he leaves to try and catch up on some sleep.

Sylus lets himself in through the curtains drawn around your bed, pulls up a chair, and waits.

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Carefully, you open your eyes, squinting painfully against the light of the dim room. You fight down a wave of nausea as you slowly take in your surroundings.

Curtains are drawn all along the bed you're in, a hospital, your mind supplies through the haze of pain. A person is slumped over their arms halfway down the bed, their silvery hair matted with dirt. As you shift slightly on the bed, they fly up, their red gaze settling on yours.

“Who are you?”

“Goodmorning, sweetie,” Sylus rasps, relief flooding his flippant greeting as he gently grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He's never, in all - all - of his years, felt so relieved to see you open your eyes, glazed in pain as they may be.

He watches as you observe your interlocked fingers, squeezing gently, and is about to make a snappy comment about you giving him the fright of his life, and would you please be so kind as to never do that again, when the words that fall from your lips tear out his heart anew.

i’m also losing it over this art someone plz make a fic abt this too EVERYTHING ABT THIS ART IS SO GOOD IM GONNA SOB

art credits: @sad_eris on tik tok 😁

[mitsiepitsie]

This game is going to put me in a grave. A grave debt.

This game is coming with me to the grave.