#SYLVIE // REPLY.

[vongulli]

you havent posted any oc art since june 2023 and no non-human art since february 2023...............

woah, didn't know someone was keepin' track haha!!!

HEY i doodled carrot... she's not human!! but you're right, i haven't been givin' my old ocs & monster/anthro ocs any love, but i do doodle them in my sketchbook still sometimes! here's a lil doodle of Sylvie since i still love her goofy self!!! thank you for enjoying my original stuff, i'll give them more love this year!

[nostalgia-tblr]

MEAN SYLVIE IS THE BEST EVER!! she deserves to be a petty little bitch, as a treat <3

YEAH SHE DOES!!!!

[ee-where-they-shouldnt-be]

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Queue posts from 3PM - 5PM CST 1* per day

(*this number changes depending on how many asks i get, though i try to keep it at 3 or more)

rules for requests

- no NSFW requests (I am a minor) - no Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Danganrompa,genshin impact, or Harry Potter related asks (for personal and obvious reasons)

- no wonderbread. I've gotten this ask 5 different times with Percy please stop - if its been weeks and your ask hasn't been answered, please don't spam my inbox with said ask - not a rule but FEEL FREE TO SEND MULTIPLE IN A ROW! I DONT MIND!

- please do not repost without permission (reblogs are fine, those aren't reposts) - not much else, just be respectful 👍

REASONS I MAY NOT HAVE DONE YOUR REQUEST

- askbox ate it (happens often) - I couldnt find a good image/ wasnt able to do it for other reasons - topic was a touchy subject or made me uncomfortable

- I'm saving it for later - I accidentally deleted it (I have issues with how my brain processes what I see. I have done this a couple times and feel really bad about. if you think this happened dont be afraid to dm me about it, AFTER that you may re ask it. - you asked when requests were closed (accidents happen so if you reask when they are open I wont delete it)

about the mod

- Call me mod Sylvie, I Use He/Him - I don't kin or relate to Sylvie in any way, an asker said that he runs the blog and I ran with it. also Sylvie is a cool name so why not call myself it - I try to get to these asap but I have sleep issues (ironic considering my Sylvie theme) that make it hard to have the time or energy. - I love answering random asks about stuff, ask away (btw, if requests are closed non request related asks are still fine!) - I haven't abandoned the cardboard cut out of Syvlie, I just need to figure out whats going on with my printer

tags I tend to use

epithet erased where they shouldnt be - main tag/ any photo with a character edited into it

not ee where they shouldnt be - off topic

Sylvie speaks - off topic posts that are mostly me saying something (may be changed to mod speaks if i ditch the Sylvie)

the pain of not being able to reply with a sideblog - replying to a comment (before the update)

Mod Sylvie - whenever I use one of Sylvie sprites to stand in as me in a post

not a place just silly edits - its in the tag. there was no place mentioned so it takes place in a blank void

Mod sylvies faves - favorite posts, i hand this out decently often

more to be added as I use em

If I sort things via tags I'll put them here for easy access!

(check reblogs for the post with character tags, reblog dont show up when searching the tags but this way still allows you to search my account for specific characters! comment if i forget to add any)

[stromuprisahat]

Just wanna say FINALLY SOMEBODY ELSE WHO HATES LOKIUS AND SYLKI

For Sylki is obvious: toxic, toxic and they're basically the same person and I can't stand Sylvie (and no I'm not a man who hates women. I'm a woman too and I find her character annoying and useless to the story. You'll see how her character is going to be even more annoying at Season 2)

For Lokius, I felt I was the only person that didn't ship them. In the first episode you can smell the toxicity a mile away. Mobius is gaslighting him as FUCK. And the "Kill me like you killed your mother?" Bro? Wtf? 💀

I wouldn't say hate, that would require more emotional involvement on my part. Despise with a drop of loathing, if this is really supposed to be "it" for Loki.

I was surprised to find out I don't mind Sylvie in Lamentis, or even the episode after that. What ruined it was- ironically- episode with other Lokis. They pushed her ✨specialness✨ so hard! And then that fucking romance, when Sylki worked so well as How-the-fuck-would-you-call-being-friends-through-sharing-your-trauma-with-your-alternative-self?!

Suddenly Mobius is all "Aww, you're in looove!", which at that point sounds more like a 5 y/o yelling at another one, who doesn't want to be friends with him, because he's already friends with some girl! And as if that made it so, Loki goes from distrusting Sylvie through empathy to acting all subservient, when she's concerned?! WTF?!

I know he's mentally fucked up, and his stay with TVA certainly didn't help him, but how?!

(There's also the issue of Sylvie as a character. I might not be some hardcore MARVEL fan, but even I know there's a blond female Asgardian, called Enchantress, who has a history with Loki, so why would you take her attributes to create OC version of Loki, that refuses to even call herself Loki?!)

Mobius' only possible excuse is his own history with TVA. How far did their mindfuck reach? Is that why he doesn't seem to understand boundaries, and requires treatment he, himself isn't willing to offer Loki? Is that why he's preaching about friendship, while sending his alleged bad friend to torture?

If we don't put effort into finding excuses, he's just a dick. He's fully aware this isn't THE Loki, yet he's treating him as if the main timeline's deeds were his doing. Kinda ironic, when you relize this Loki is in TVA for NOT following the script, but apparently Mobius can have it both ways.

As for their relationship- Mobius is backed by a huge organization, while Loki's constantly reminded he can be killed as soon as they don't need him anymore. He has nothing, but Mobius' mercy to work with, and that's rather obviously conditional. Those are supposed to be foundations for a non-abusive relationship?!

Mobius uses his assets to mentally torture Loki, gaslights the hell out of him and manipulates him, while Loki's mostly defensive. There's zero effort to change anything about it, until Mobius starts to doubt TVA, and then he's fighting for himself. He's not taking down the organization that made him hurt his friend, he's taking down an organization that lied to him and others like him.

Loki's just giving, forgiving and forgetting, because he's a horrible, arrogant, selfish asshole, who never changes (Although another question is, when exectly was he so bad to need to change so much?).

[wr1tten]

ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᵢₛₙ'ₜ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕. @unfaes

[lokittystuckinatree]

Hi. I’m a bisexual and genderfluid (currently only MCU, but hoping to expand) Loki fan that makes content for Genderfluid MCU Loki cause the series writers are queer baiting double crossing cowards. I am also a diehard yet careful Sylki shipper who genuinely feels like a traitor for shipping Sylki at times. I often think I should abandon ship, but the ship has been a bright spot through some of the worst trauma of my life and personally resonates with me so deeply I do not believe I will be able to fully sever myself from it. Sylki is my otp. My conscience is fighting my heart, and has been for a while now.

A. I understand that while the romance is a brilliantly executed metaphor for healthy self love based in Loki’s own struggles with self loathing and self obsession, (and Sylvie’s to an extent,) between two characters who intentionally click and contrast very well, the romance as presented in canon has offensive elements such as contradicting Loki’s genderfluidity by making Sylvie the token woman variant, giving Sylvie AoA Loki’s broken horn, and not explicitly refuting the idea Loki, a presumably amab genderfluid person, would love Sylvie, their “female self,” based off narcissism and ‘autogynephilia,’ instead of sharing a soul, mutual understanding and similar trauma…as most Sylkis understand to be the case.

B. I acknowledge that these problematic tropes should never be ignored and must be changed, though they won’t be in canon. This infuriates me. I often ponder if even interacting with canon Sylki in a positive way betrays my other genderfluid peers who have genuine criticism with the series and the ship, but I have come to the conclusion the way I uniquely enjoy the ship is not harmful. I am willing to change my conclusion if necessary, and I have been trying to open up the conversation over the harmful parts of the show with other sylkis. So far, they have been very receptive and truly well meaning.

C. If you want something done right… do it yourself. So I took the mistakes the writers made and I fixed them my fucking self in fanon by showcasing MCU Loki’s genderfluidity in a respectful way, demanding headcanoning (amab?) androgynous girlflux she/they Sylvie, and writing the Sylki relationship as based in understanding and admiration of each other as individuals, not shallow love for themselves. Anything that gets added to insult next season will also be changed by me, if possible. To me, Sylvie Laufeydottir is a perfectly tailored and suited love interest for MCU Loki and a clever way of adapting Sylvie Lushton to the MCU (with the addition of more Loki traits as she is a Loki variant). Thus it is my personal belief she is too interesting of a character to scrap.

C. I am planning to raise hell when if the writers pull anymore transphobic bullshit next season… down to boycotting Marvel or going on strike or even leaving the ship if it gets bad enough. The last option would…break me. I have very little light in my life left, due to personal trauma I do not feel comfortable sharing, and Sylki and it’s community have genuinely been one of my last few comforts. If I truly I must jump ship for the good of others, I will try my hardest to brave the lonely sea.

D. I do not condone the mess we were given, I do not perpetuate it, and I am not responsible for the harm it causes. I am condemning the same problematic writing choices, and petitioning to change the same uncomfortable elements that Sylki antis do, just via a different approach. Instead of throwing the existing romance away, I fix what we were given, preserving the parts I liked and rejecting what was offensive. I am not anti Sylki altogether, and I am not pro Sylki altogether. I am a genuine critical thinker. My blog is Sylki as it should have been, not how it was.

💚

[sylvctica]

It's emotional pain day!!!

( They are not having fun. )

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

have you been watching Loki?

I have not been keeping up with the second season.

In all honesty between work and college I've barely had the energy to eat, let alone convince my brain it should watch a second season of something that was good... But not captivating for me.

I'll either watch it eventually or find out all the relevant spoilers.

(though if you want to talk Loki. Or even Sylvie. I have. Big feels on them. For Loki as a brother -- I have SO many thoughts, and for Sylvie in terms of... Endless possibilities, really.)

[guiltychems]

continued from here — @sclfish .

“ don’t  assume.  i  never  thought  about  you  enough  to  like  or  dislike  you, ”  elijah’s  oblivious  to  how  harsh  his  words  may  sound  and  his  relaxed  demeanor  says  it  all.  it’s  not  a  lie,  but  also  not  the  whole  truth.  he's  thought  about  her,  here  and  there—more  so  curious  about  her  than  deciding  how  he  feels  in  regards  to  that.  “ and  that’s  the  deciding  factor  for  a  marriage?  my  image? ”  it’s  a  shining  fruit  because  everyone  who  knows  him  is  aware  of  how  much  he  craves  being  placed  in  a  positive  light.  always  outshined  by  members  of  his  family  ..  but  is  it  worth  it?  elijah  lets  out  a  low,  but  genuine  laugh—  shaking  his  head  at  the  confidence  “ i  don’t  even  think  you’re  capable  of  being  anything  but  ..  you.  how  can  you  pretend  to  be  a  happy  wife? ”

[skyabovecloudsiv]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡ — tag dump !!!

[secrettyrant]

closed starter, thunder river storr and sylvi @ofwrxth

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The very first light of dawn glimpse in the dark sky, struggling to pierce the veil of the morning mist. Storr and Sylvi navigate through the camp and the air is thick with the smell of frost, the chill seeping into their bones just as the lingering effects of wolfsbane through their veins. The brother and sister tread deliberately through the snow, their movements as deliberate as the shadows that cling to the earth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of frost, the chill seeping into their bones like the lingering effects of wolfsbane coursing through Storr's veins. Drawing closer to their assigned task at the fences, Storr's gaze flickers to his sister, a silent exchange passing between them before he speaks in a hushed tone, his words slipping into a whisper of Norse.

"I have talked with Runa." he confides, or rather the Visser wolf tackled him into a conversation he could not ignore. "We must put aside our differences and seek an alliance with the Cross wolves here." he doesn't like the idea of it under different circumstances, but these ones are desperate the bite of cold on his knuckles reminding him how much so. "It will be easier if we speak with the younger ones. Tyr..." like Runa, he can say that wolf's name with ease, ignoring the curiosity as to why an outsider was named it in the first place. "The others are...Masson and Teddyr." Storr still whispers as he fetches rolled writing to stretch from one post to the next, urging with a gesture for Sylvi to take another side of it. "They will be easier to sway than the older one with strange hair. Huntyr. But he is the one who guards supplies they are hoarding."

Storr insists on carrying the heavier beams of wood, waving his sister away from them in a quick but dismissive movement. "Runa believes they are watching the guards, and everything suggests an escape." he continues in a hushed tone when they're side by side again, the beams dropped down so they can expand the existing perimeter. Guards eyes burn on them, but Storr is determined to say everything before they realize they speak in Norse. "We must approach them with caution and find a way for them to trust us to help." his voice is resolute, almost mirroring the swift tone of their father's. And Storr thinks immediately that if he were here, they would already have escaped. "Maybe if we monitor these ones and offer the information?"

[strawbrryrush]

closed event starter for slyvie !! @youllalwaysbemyporcelain

"i have a girlfriend and I still don't care for valentines day- I mean, i love the chocolates- and I guess heart shaped things can be cute.. -but can't we have that all year? ugh speaking of, what do i get my girlfriend for valentines?" harriet found themselves in a word vomit as they looked at the other.

[mad-hunts]

after everything was said and done with the administration of jervis's medicine, jack squinted his eyes as he tried to tune into any possible sound from outside the back room. i guess one could say that it always made him a bit anxious when things were quiet. but it was rather incomparable to the sense of nervousness in the air around the farceur (as his family liked to call him) when his father was concerned. a shallow breath left jack's lips, then, as he heard the tell-tale sound of footsteps in the kitchenlike area next to them.

so maybe the two of them would end up having a visitor sooner rather than later. jack just hoped that things wouldn't suddenly turn awry for jervis anytime soon, as he seemed to already have been through enough. the man did appear to pretty much be bone tired. from what he'd learned from matilda and the news, the scene that they'd left behind for the police was a brutal one; so jack thought he could see why jervis was feeling not only physically fatigued but mentally as well.

i mean, all the restlessness he'd been feeling over not knowing how his father was doing before, which caused him to pace for a long time? it had settled into a quiet ache all throughout jack's body that was tolerable but still uncomfortable. now that he thought about it... there were discrepancies between how long he allowed himself to feel things, he thought. and therefore the way jack described how he dealt with it might've been an oversimplification of things. but having grown up in an environment where his physical needs were more consistently met compared to his emotional ones, he found that his coping methods didn't always work that well.

so jack knew he'd have to really hammer the point home that what happened wasn't his fault as guilt started to plague him once more. the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he'd heard the tremble in jervis's voice, like he was on the verge of collapse; the reason being that the man only had memories to hold onto now as evidence that someone he knew had lived. it was unfair. jack recalled barton talking about death as it was a living, breathing entity once, and saying that it wasn't right that people were allotted a limited time on earth... because regardless of the number of years he'd spent with marcy, it'd never be enough.

❝ but it makes you feel better to think that your wife can hear you? then, i say you should keep on doing it. ❞ short and sweet. jack thought it'd be best to be as direct as possible with jervis, since grief was kind of a funny thing. it demanded to be felt but dwelling on it for too long was like dooming your internal self to try digging itself even further down than rock-bottom. jack tapped on his bottom lip as he tried to think of something that would be good for jervis to eat, ❝ you know, there's some eggs in the fridge and i think i might've also saw some toast. so i could make you some breakfast for dinner. i know it helped me feel better when i was sick in the past as that was my dad's go-to meal for me. ❞

jack simply nodded in response to what jervis had said, now planning on just doing a quick reading for the other. that is if he planned on accepting his offer. a faint smile tugged at jack's lips at jervis's continued talking of sylvie, ❝ ahh, so she was truly like your 'other half,' huh? the one person who accepted every part of you. the good, and the bad. that's great. my boyfriend, colin, likes to keep me on my toes. in a good way though. he's fun... and i think having someone in your life who challenges you makes it richer, in my opinion. ❞ a soft 'okay' left jack's mouth then, before he'd heard an actually gentle clearing of a throat come from the doorway.

it was barton. whom didn't actually seem to be in bad spirits, though he then said, ❝ hey, citrouille (pumpkin), would you mind stepping out for a minute? i've got to talk to jervis, ❞ jack looked from jervis to his father before getting up a bit hesitantly. barton patted the other on the shoulder casually as jack passed by him, before he held his phone up for jervis to see. ❝ i just got an interesting phone call i thought you might like to hear about. ❞

Jervis exhaled slowly, eyes closed, as Jack adjusted the IV. The medication’s fog settled in, softening the pain that gripped him like an old, familiar vice. It had been years since Ireland—since that ambush on the outskirts of Belfast where shrapnel tore through his body and a bullet ripped his shoulder apart—but the pain never truly left.

The soft beat of his heart echoed in his ears, like the sound of waves captured in a seashell.

That night came back in flashes: the patrol, the sudden blast, the chaos of shouts and gunfire. He’d felt the bullet before he saw the blood, the med kit slipping from his grasp as he hit the ground. Even now, the memories flared whenever the pain spiked. His leg still burned, the shrapnel scars pulling tight whenever he moved too much. He was lucky to have kept the leg at all, but each step served as a reminder. Swimming helped—briefly—until gravity brought the ache crashing back.

The abdominal shrapnel left more than scars. His stomach never healed right. Certain foods sent him into spasms so violent he felt betrayed by his own body. It wasn’t as sharp as it had been in the early years, but the dull throb would build after meals, making digestion a slow, grinding process. Sometimes it felt like the very muscles around the scars were stitched too tight, causing a lingering ache that radiated up his torso and made it hard to sit or lie down comfortably.

Jack’s voice cut through the haze as he spoke about family, about life’s value. The words didn’t quite land, though Jervis appreciated the attempt. Sympathy often felt hollow to him, but Jack’s quiet sincerity made him pause. He cracked his eyes open, watching Jack’s distant gaze as he mentioned his brother. There was a connection there—shared loss, carried in silence.

Jervis knew that weight all too well.

“Grief,” he murmured, “it’s like living in two worlds at once. The one where they were… and the one without them.” His voice trembled slightly, and he let out a shaky breath. “Talking to them… I get that. I talk to Sylvie sometimes. Or at least, I think I do. Maybe it’s just talking to myself, but…” He trailed off, unsure how to explain the comfort he found in those moments of silent conversation with someone who was long gone. He’d learned to manage the physical pain. It was the emotional weight of his wounds that lingered, the sense that no matter how many battles he survived, something inside him had long since broken.

Jack tried to steer the conversation back to food, and Jervis was almost grateful for the distraction, giving a faint chuckle, even though he hadn’t been interested in eating for years. Hunger became secondary when grief coiled around his insides, twisting them until nothing seemed appetizing, or else the urge was drowned out by the weight of everything else.

“You might be right about that. I guess I’ve been… neglecting the basics.” And as if on cue, his stomach growled. Small wonder. The few bites of soup and falooda he’d taken were long gone, and the tea shimmered patiently from where it sat next to Alice's rabbit. At the mention of Sylvie, something in his expression changed.

“We were together for five years, overall,” Jervis said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Dated for two, married for three before she…” His throat tightened. He didn’t need to finish. Jack’s face showed enough understanding.

He watched Jack shuffle the tarot deck with quiet grace, the cards fanning out in front of him. It reminded him of Sylvie, of how she always found peace in things that required patience. The young man’s light-hearted tone gave the conversation a strange sense of normalcy, and for a moment, Jervis could almost pretend he wasn’t lying in a cot in a warehouse somewhere in the middle of Gotham with more scars than he cared to count and blood on his hands. It was easier this way—talking about food, about Lewis Carroll, about memories that didn’t cut quite so deep.

“I knew her better than I knew myself, in some ways,” he continued, voice low. “She saw through the walls, through the distance I tried to keep from the world. She challenged me without ever making me feel small.” A weak smile flickered across his lips.

When Jack offered the tarot reading, Jervis hesitated. He didn’t believe in that sort of thing nowadays, not really; not like he once had as a child watching his mother mediate her stress and anxieties through their daily walks and I Ching, but something about the offer made him nod.

“Sure,” he said, shifting again as the scars tugged at him. “Might be a little enlightening.”

[stromuprisahat]

I've been reading your posts about the Loki series. Personally I don't like the series, because I don't like the Sylvie-Loki romance or general dynamic, Mobius Loki dynamic (it's not a friendship to me, I think Mobius tortures him). I also don't like how Loki is constantly characterized as selfish when his actual characterization is so much more nuanced and complicated. That being said, I'm enjoying your posts about the series and wanted to know, what do you like about the first season?

The greatest issue of both those dynamics- especially Lokius- is a huge difference between what's showed and what apparently almost everyone sees happening.

Loki decides to trust Sylvie, because... I don't even know why. Probably because she's supposed to be like him, and there's no one better around. He gives up his longing for appreciation, since it's actually pretty comfy there in the back, and accepts the role of her second fiddle. I know feelings can happen, but this is fiction, so we should be able to see the process, and the switch between simple understanding and clearly romantic setting feels too violent to me.

Mobius is closely familiar with Loki's intended life. He uses both Loki's real deeds, and future-that-never-happened to this one, to manipulate and emotionally blackmail him. He calls him names, threatens him, acts as if Loki owed him loyalty... but since he's using the word "friend", people seem to accept it. And so does Loki.

In general, Loki's constantly treated as some sort of horrible person, yet the worst we see him do, is making Hunter B-15 come back few times the way she made him earlier. He's basically a puppy. He doesn't hurt people, who don't hurt him, he only lies in attempt to gain some kind of leverage, so he's not fully at TVA's mercy. They even take away his magic, ensure he understands he's less than disposable, he's helpless, but since they call him dangerous, he's treated as such.

The first half of the season wasn't bad, because it introduce rather horrible institution and its impact on its victim's life. But instead of focusing on that, it somehow evolves into "Loki needs to become better, forgive, forget and help others, because they're victims just as much as he is.", which completely ignores that even those victims can cause harm, and that doesn't magically disappear once we learn it's not really their fault.

I have also a huge issue with the Sylki dynamics, that seems to say "When you feel like you're never appreciated enough, you should find someone, for whom you'll become the second WILLINGLY", the kind of message I wholeheartedly disagree with.

As in other cases, it would seem I like mostly the lost potential.

[sylvctica]

worth it @risingsol @melodicbreeze

[paddedlittleparadise]

"What are you doing in here, baby?"

It was Sylvie's emphasis on the last word that set Amber's stomach lurching. "Uh- uhm, nothing! I was just, um-" Her eyes dropped to the bathroom floor, as if they might find a plausible excuse written there among the tiles. "I was just, uh, washing my hands-"

"Washing your hands, hmm? Your dirty, dirty hands?" Sylvie stepped forward, her tone lowering in husky amusement. "Aww, it's so good to see my girlfriend taking hygiene so seriously! Though I can't help but wonder, you know…" A wry smile flitted across her face. "Why is it you decided to walk right past the kitchen sink and wash here instead? You know… in the room you're not supposed to be in without supervision?"

Her last words lowered dangerously, and Amber felt a shiver of adrenaline ripple through her. It was the thrill of being reprimanded, of being caught red-handed, of being hunted and cornered like helpless prey. And in her quavering reply could be heard the faltering whimper of said prey, already acknowledging her hunter as the victor.

"I- I'm sorry…" she whispered, but Sylvie was behind her now, pressing her warm body close and running her hands teasingly up and down her hips. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle sounded in the silence, and Amber bit her lip in silent chagrin. "I- I know I shouldn't have! It's just that- well, I- I had to go-"

"You had to go." Sylvie repeated drily. "You had to go. Go where, I wonder? Hmm? There's no car in here, sweetie. No bicycles or skates or anything. Where on earth could my darling little Amber be going, hmm?"

Her hands were kneading rhythmically now at Amber's hips, and Amber's breath caught at the sensation. Oh, fuck-! Sylvie knew damn well what she meant, of course. She just wanted her to say it, to confess, to mouth those mortifying words. She gripped the hand towel tighter, awash in the delicious sensation of being so effortlessly teased… dominated… humiliated…

"To the potty," she whispered, a little lisp slipping unheeded into her suddenly high voice. "I- I hafta go potty! An' an I don't wanna make an accident-"

"An accident?" Sylvie was laughing softly now, her lusty voice warm in Amber's ear as she drew her closer. "Aww, were you scared you were going to make a great big mess in your pants? But sweetie, I thought we talked about this, didn't we?" Her hands were slipping under Amber's perilously short skirt, and with one quick tug the material was up around her waist. "Let's see here. Hmm… what's this? What's this pretty little thing you're wearing, baby? Tell me."

Amber trembled in place, her eyes dropping down to the puffy bulk on display between her legs. "I- uh- a- a- dia- a dia-" She let out a pathetic little squeal as Sylvie's hand pressed the padding deep into her most sensitive regions. "A diaper," she faltered, and at that simple little word Sylvie let out a throaty laugh.

"A diaper, hmm? That's right. My sweet, grownup, adult girlfriend is wearing a diaper! Isn't she?" She murmured affectionately into Amber's ear, stroking all the while. "It's what she needs, after all. It's what she deserves. Because I know that deep down inside, she's not an adult at all. She's just… a sweet little baby. And you know, there's one thing about being a little baby…"

She paused, and Amber let out a meek, questioning whimper. "When you're wearing your diaper, sweetie," Sylvie whispered, and every syllable rang with sultry authority. "It's because it's where you're supposed do your business. So there's no such thing as accidents, sweetie. No accidents whatsoever. Because when little baby girls like you squat down and fill their pretty, soft diapers…"

She chuckled, and deep within her Amber felt her stupid, subby pussy clench in ardent desire. "It's not an accident at all. In fact… it's exactly what I want you to do."

Well, at that Amber could only whimper once more. Nod. And turn her groveling, longing eyes up at last to meet Sylvie's… just like the sweet, submissive girlfriend she'd always known herself to be.

Image Credit: UKDiaperGirls.com

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