syleus

[syleus]

the urge to write is slowly returning ( the new memory / content for him is certainly helping fkdsal ), so hopefully i'll be around soon! but if ur ever curious about whats up with me, i post on @ripniklaus much more often <3

[syleus]

okay so the new content offered nothing in terms of s.ylus but ... im definitely not pouting about it 👹

[syleus]

❛ you up for a joyride later? ❜ independent and private 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 from 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒.

[syleus]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .

[syleus]

he chuckles lowly. ❛ you did ⸻ so i could arrive after all the action had already taken place. ❜ typically, he would've been aware of what she'd been getting up to, given how closely he has mephisto monitoring her. but alas, he'd had to deal with other pests, leaving his watchful gaze to rest elsewhere just long enough for her to find trouble. she seems to be rather good at that, to both his exasperation and bemusement. ❛ there's nothing wrong with being self-reliant, sweetie. but go overboard and you'll just make people worry. ❜ he leans down to meet her gaze directly. ❛ i'm your best asset in this place, yet you still keep me in the dark when you're planning to get into trouble. am i so unreliable? ❜

@syleus | from here!

feeling thoroughly scolded, chiyo doesn't meet sylus' eyes at first, fidgeting with the fresh bandage on her forearm instead. she remembers the conversation well, but it's habit to be this way, to be so self reliant. it was once the result of the need to prove she wasn't weak, didn't need help with everything simply because she had a bad heart. now... well, now she's afraid. she's afraid of what can happen to those close to her.

" i called you right after, didn't i? " chiyo tries to defend herself, though her gaze lacks the defiance of her words. sylus's disapproval rests in her chest like a stone, cold and heavy. she still doesn't understand why she cares so much so soon. " it happened quickly anyway. i didn't think -- i just reacted. " but could she have called ahead, let sylus know what she was getting up to? perhaps. she'll wait to see if he points that out.

[syleus]

"What's up ceiling sniffer?"

❛ another nickname? ❜ oh joy. the look he shot her was cool, but at least it was accompanied by a chuckle. ❛ do you have no other hobbies? ❜

[syleus]

" you should see the other guy. "

❛ yes, yes. i'm sure you left him in pieces. ❜ tone an odd mixture of annoyed and bemused, he dutifully cleans and wraps her wound. ❛ that aside, help jog my memory, would you? ❜ though posed as a question, it sounds far more like a warning, narrowed ruby gaze accompanying it. ❛ did i not tell you to find me if something happens in the n109 zone? ❜ a rhetorical question, of course, given that he remembers the phone call where he said just that perfectly clearly. arms crossed, an eyebrow arches expectantly. ❛ yet here you are, injured, after trying to handle something alone. so, have i been merely talking to a wall, kitten? ❜

[syleus]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[syleus]

i think this every week, but im 99% sure s.ylus actively helps me beat him in kitty cards 😭

[syleus]

s.ylus the type of man to get sick as a dog but will act like it's nothing until his s/o shows up and then suddenly he's super weak and can't do ~anything~ on his own

[syleus]

i have icons made ( including a live action one, ty cosplayers ), so like this for a starter hehe feel free to specify a verse / fandom if you'd like 🤍

[syleus]

so i've finished the current main story, got most of his memories and finished the single myth story and anecdote he has; and yet i still feel like i know next to nothing about him 😭

[syleus]

Manuel Bandeira, from This Earth, That Sky: Poems of Manuel Bandeira; "The Cactus,"

[syleus]

this man is so down bad, just rizzing up mc mid battle 🙄

[syleus]

finally got this outfit for him and i am, how you say, Not Well.

[syleus]

i love how s.ylus says fuck weapons, everyone can just catch these hands 👊

[syleus]

history has taught him not to judge a book by its cover ⸻ or rather, never assume you have the upper hand until you can be absolutely assured that you do. while she appears to be a deer caught in headlights compared to the usual crowd, that could just as easily be a façade to lower the guard of those more arrogant and foolish than he. it would be an effective tactic, given the predators roaming the n109 zone that are sucked in by the sight of any sort of easy prey. at the very least, he can appreciate the gall and nerve it took for her to even achieve an audience with him. though, he'd certainly had a small hand in it, given the information she's seeking.

he has no need to actually look at the photo of course, already knowing who it would be of, but he glances down at it anyway; happy to play along. he merely hums in acknowledgement, leaning back in his chair. ❛ you're after intel, hm? you know that doesn't come cheap around these parts. ❜ sylus ponders for a moment, calm and rather pleasant expression giving away nothing. ❛ but i suppose since you came all this way, the first one's free. yes, i know of him. ❜ it's spoken simply, though with a notable amount of weight ⸻ the man clearly knows plenty more than that, but won't be speaking any of it until it's made worth his while.

           𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁.  Her  soft  features  and  unblemished  skin  were  testament  to  her  lack  of  experience  in  dealing  not  only  with  the  stray  wanderer,  but  the  N109  zone  as  a  whole.  It  was  only  through  sheer  force  of  will  (  and  dipping  into  the  Delacroix  family  funds  )  that  she'd  gotten  this  far.  Corinne  had  expected  to  run  into  someone  of  note  sooner  or  later.  What  she  had  not  expected  was  that  it  would  be  the  very  man  behind  Onychinus  himself.  Corinne  musters  up  what  little  courage  she  has  left,  hoping  that  her  voice  does  not  waver  when  she  finally  decides  to  respond.

            But  before  that,  she  pulls  out  a  photograph  and  slides  it  across  the  table.

            ❝   Before  we  speak  of  deals,  I  would  like  you  to  answer  a  question.  Do  you  recognise  this  man?  This  was  taken  from  a  security  camera  and  the  N109  zone  was  his  last  known  location.  My  sources  tell  me  he  is  a  colleague  of  yours.   ❞  Good.  Her  voice  is  steady,  straight-forward.

            Corinne  does  not  elaborate  further  on  the  man's  identity.  Having  discovered  only  recently  of  her  father's  dealings  in  the  N109  zone  amidst  his  disappearance,  she  is  certain  he  never  brought  up  his  family.  The  lack  of  any  sort  of  ransom  sent  to  them  for  his  return  is  testament  enough  to  that.  At  least,  she  hopes.