#SYREN MY FRIEND

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OCHAAAA HELLO HELLO YIPPEE !!!!!!!

HAII SYREN WIHEEE YAHOOO!!!!!

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my lifeskill that gonna get my killed one day is thst i never hear air raid alarms and just sleep during them

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I've seen people say that it's also Cat Noir’s fault because he always lies and says he's fine when Ladybug does ask him if anything is wrong and she can't be expected to read his mind. Like in Hack-San and Rocketear. Can I ask your opinion on that?

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Oh, yes, Cat Noir totally should have told Ladybug all about how Nino told his civilian self about how she let Nino and Alya know each other's secret identities from the start and how Nino trusted him with this info because he's Nino's best friend. That certainly wouldn't break any of the rules he in that episode learned Ladybug only enforces for him. Clearly Adrien didn't have any reason not to trust Ladybug's ability to listen to his criticism of her leadership. It's not like he didn't just find out he's being treated worse than the rest of the team for arbitrary reasons he doesn't know about.

Also, using Hack-San as an example is a really bad move, because we can see in that very episode where the problem is. Here's the thing: in Hack-San, Cat Noir does say what's bothering him, very easily and openly, to Scarabella. "As usual. No reason to keep the cat in the loop." Like, the problem is obviously Ladybug herself. And the problem is what I pointed out before. Every time Cat Noir does tell her something's bothering him, he does not, in fact, "always lie", she brushes him off (Prime Queen), treats his concerns as petty (Time Tagger) or has an excuse that just goes "but the rules" ready (Syren and Kwamibuster). Frankly, upsetting Cat Noir is even part of Ladybug's planning process sometimes and when it is, she treats it as a funny joke (Feast and Backwarder).

If Cat Noir feels like he can't be honest about his feelings with Ladybug, but can do so with others (like how he opened up to Marinette in Glaciator), the problem is more likely to be Ladybug. It's another thing Marinette has in common with Gabriel as Ladybug; Adrien doesn't want to tell either of them something they don't want to hear and what they don't want to hear is anything related to how he's feeling. Both Gabriel and Ladybug have repeatedly failed to treat his feelings as something valid instead of a nuisance to them personally.

Cat Noir can't actually trust Ladybug to treat him fairly, because she provably doesn't, and people are blaming him for not trusting her to treat him fairly when he is specifically bothered by said unfair treatment. This entire situation was created by Ladybug's treatment of Cat Noir, 100%. In my books the only thing Cat Noir did wrong was forgiving her in the S4 finale without first having her prove she would treat him fairly from then on, because she went right back to it in S5.

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Heart to Break

Summary: Y/N has run out of heart to break. But she doesn't have to worry about anything because big brother Jake is there for her and maybe someone in The Dagger Squad if she'll let her heart love again.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Sister!Reader, Bob Floyd x Seresin!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, heartbreak, alcohol, Soft!Big Brother!Jake, Protective!Big Brother!Jake, cheating (reader is not the one cheating), smut, cursing

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A/N: Based of the song Heart to Break by Ryan Griffin

Jake is madly driving through the streets at night. He's pissed. Where is he driving to? He is driving to your house, his 4 years younger sister's house. Why was he driving through the streets late at night? Well, that would be because your aviator boyfriend of 1 year had decided to cheat on you with a fellow female aviator who was your so-called best friend, Avery 'Syren' Rania. All three of you had gone to the Navy and all three of you made it to Top Gun. You are a single-seater pilot of the F-18.

Jake was furious at your now ex-boyfriend who broke his sister's heart. Jake was very protective of you especially since you had decided to follow his steps in becoming a pilot and you loved it and weren't going to look back. Jake hated all of your boyfriends but he hated this one most of all, he was too much like himself and that's the men he tried to shield you away from. You lived fairly close to him but yet so far away, well at least to Jake.

When Jake arrived he noticed your boyfriend’s car pull up at the same time and that just made his blood boil. He also had the nerve to bring the girl he cheated on you with. When Jake stepped out at the same time your ex-boyfriend did and he turned around he froze. "Lieutenant Commander Seresin. What are you doing here?" Jordan 'Sleek' Fielding, your ex-boyfriend, asked feeling nervous. Jake had moved closer to him and he was towering over him.

"I should really be asking you that Lieutenant Fielding. I came here because my sister is upset and I don't like it when she is upset." Jake said and he watched Jordan's face pale.

"I didn't know she was your sister." He said and Jake looked at him like he had two heads.

"We have the same last name." Jake said. Jordan was not the smartest and everyone wondered how he got into Top Gun. "I think it is best for you to leave." Jake said and Jordan shook his head.

"I have to apologize to her and win her back." He said and Jake shook his head blood boiling further.

"If you wanted to do that then you shouldn't have brought your side piece or cheated on her. I suggest you and Lieutenant Rania leave before it turns out badly for you." Jake said and Jordan hung his head and started to walk to his car "Do not expect me to go easy on you both when Monday comes around." Jake said and Jordan nodded his head. When The Daggers had come back from the Uranium Mission they were announced as an official and they all got promoted. Jake watched Jordan leave and when his car was out of sight he walked up to your front porch and into the house using his spare key. "Y/N/N it's me!" Jake yelled out into the house and he heard you feet padding down the stairs and tackling him into a hug. You just started to bawl.

"Why me?" You asked him mumbling into his chest "Why me Jakey? Was I not good enough for him?" You asked and Jake held you tighter.

"It absolutely not your fault. He doesn't know what he is missing. They showed up when I did." Jake said

"I know. I heard. I knew you would handle it." You said taking a step back from him. He led you to the couch and sat you down.

"Now tell me what happened." He said and you took a deep breath and begun telling the story as it was fresh in your mind since it did only happen a few hours ago.

You had just left the base after a long day of training you had a very good day and you did very move by the book. You had stayed a little bit later than everyone else on base going over your jet and talking with some of The Daggers and your brother. You changed into your civilian clothes. You were also having your 1 year anniversary with your long time boyfriend adding to your good mood. You've had boyfriends in the past but all of them had broken your heart. When you loved you loved hard but the men you were with just didn't put in the effort like you did.

When you had met Jordan he was different. He put in the effort that you did and truly loved you and loved you for who you were and not just trying to get on your brother's good side. You thought he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and have children with. Boy were you wrong.

When you left base you stopped to pick up some stuff for tonight and then headed to Jordan's place. When you pulled up you saw Avery's car there and were confused. You brushed it off and killed the engine to your car and headed to the front door. You used the key you had and walked in and you saw clothes thrown everywhere confusion grew in you. Then you heard moaning coming from the bedroom your heart sank. You walked into the bedroom and found your boyfriend thrusting inside of your so called best friend and you tears welled in your eyes. "Did our 1 year mean nothing to you?" You asked him and he stopped and pulled out and they covered up.

"Y/N. It's not what it looks like." Jordan said and you raised an eyebrow.

"It looked like my boyfriend of 1 year was fucking my so called best friend." You said and they looked down. "How long?" You asked.

"1 year." Jordan asked and tears did fall from your eyes he had been cheating on you for all of your relationship. You tilted your head back and laughed.

"You know what. Happy 1 year anniversary. You both deserve each other." You said and throwing your key at them and stormed out of the house. Luckily for you all of your clothing was at your house and you hardly had anything there. You rushed out of the building and into to your car. They were yelling at you and you saw them standing in the front door but you didn't give them second look.

You arrived back at your house and quickly parked the car and killed the engine and ran into the house. Once in you locked the door and ran upstairs and into your bedroom closing the door and sliding down it. You called the only person you knew would help you in a time like this your big brother, Jake. You grabbed your phone and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring.

"Jake?" You asked when you heard the phone call go through.

"What's up sis?" He asked and you could hear a football game going on.

"He cheated on me." You said

"What?" He asked now furious.

"He cheated on me with Syren." You said through the tears

"That son of a bitch. On my way." Jake said "Do you want me to stay on the phone?" He asked and you shook your head and then realized that he couldn't see you.

"No. Be safe. I love you." You said

"I love you too, sis." Jake said and hung up the phone.

Once you were done explaining he pulled you into a hug and comforted you while you cried into his chest. "It's gonna be ok." He said.

"I'm just all out of heart to break." You said and he swore his heart broke.

"Let's get you to bed and tomorrow night you are coming out to The Hard Deck with us." Jake said and you nodded and he helped you up and get ready for bed. He pulled back the covers once you were ready for bed. He had put on a pair of his sweats from the clothes he had stored at your house. Once he was satisfied that you were comfortable he slid in behind you and cuddled you like he had down when you guys were younger and you would run to him after nightmares. He didn't fall asleep until he knew you were fast asleep. He was pissed but he would handle it later right now his little sister needed him.

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The next morning you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of Jake's homemade delicious waffles came wafting up to your bedroom and you smiled. You got up and passed by a mirror and saw you appearance, you had tear tracks stained on your cheeks and you hair was a mess. The events came back and another wave a tears came rolling down and you wiped them away and headed downstairs. Jake looked up when he heard you coming down the stairs he smiled. "There is my beautiful little sister." He said and you looked down and smiled and pushed him slightly and then he pulled you into a hug. "Now eat up. We have a big day planned and then you're coming to The Hard Deck with us." He said shoving a plate into your hands and guiding you to the table where he had drinks and syrup already out. A second later he joined you.

True to his word he kept you busy and your mind off of what happened. He took you to the store and got you some groceries and then to several other places. He even took you to the beach where all of the other Daggers were and you all hung out. None of them brought up what happened and you know Jake had told them. One of them had caught your eye but you didn't want get into another relationship and have it go down the drain. That person being Robert 'Bob' Floyd. He had always been so sweet to you but he was your instructor and you didn't want anything to get you both in trouble. You didn't know Bob had felt the same way. When the beach trip had come to and end Jake took you back to your house considering it was 5 PM and you had to be ready at 7 PM for when Jake picked you up.

When 7 PM rolled around you were ready and putting the finishing touches to your lipstick in the mirror in the hallway downstairs. When Jake walked in and smiled "Well look at my little sister all dolled up and ready to blow the men away." He said and you looked up and smiled.

"You're too sweet." You said and hugged him.

"That's how big brothers are supposed to be." He said "You ready?" He asked and you nodded. You both walked out of the house and to his truck. He helped you in and you were both on your way. It was a short drive to The Hard Deck considering you live fairly close to the well known bar.

Jake parked and got out and then helped you out and you were both walking to the building. You both greeted Penny and then you spotted your friends which Jake encouraged you to go and you knew he would keep an eye on you. He watched you dance and have and smiled. Bradley walked over and greeted Jake and the others followed. "She looks happy." Bob said smiling and Jake smiled and nodded.

"You'd never know if she didn't tell you, she won't tell you. She's out there dancing hidin' it well, hidin' it well, yeah and she's beautiful. Got every eye on her. No, you ain't the first to want her." Jake said to Bob, he had been noticing the looks he had been sending your way and vice versa. By now the others had joined.

"I wanna beat the shit out of him." Bradley said and everyone nodded and Jake continued.

"Lookin' at her, can you imagine? 'Cause I can't imagine, lettin' her go once you had her, the way he had her. 'Cause she's beautiful, take your breath in a second. If he shows up here tonight. She's gonna wreck him." Jake said taking his eyes off of you and to Bob for a brief second and then back to you.

"I can't imagine why he would let her go or cheat on her. I would never do that." Bob said.

"Don't take it personal if she don't wanna talk. You got to understand, that girl has heard it all. She'll drink the drink you buy and then she'll walk away. She's just all out of heart to break. I've seen it happen plenty of times until she found Jordon and I hated each and everyone of them." Jake said. "That dress, that hair, those heels. That lipstick ain't for you. That's just for just in case he walks into the room. She'll make you miss her, wanna get her back. But it's too late. She's just all out of heart to break. She ain't heartless for heartless sake. Far from it, when she loves she loves hard." Jake finished. He really did love you and wanted to protect you no matter what even if that means scaring away the other guys away from you.

The door chiming caught his attention and he looked up and it was Jordan and Avery. Jake was pissed. He watched them look across the room and then they found his eyes and they froze but they kept walking on. They grabbed drinks and found a empty table. Jake never took his eyes off of Jordan and he watched him hold Avery close and then his eyes met you and emotions ran through his face and Jake smirked. Jordan was realizing what he has lost and he turned to Bob. "You want to get back at Jordan for me then go dance with my sister." He said and Bob looked at him.

"Seriously?" He asked and Jake nodded.

"I've seen the way you two look at each other and I'm fine with it. I know you won't break her heart. Just be fragile with her love and heart." Jake said and Bob nodded and watched him walk over to you and grab your attention and watched you smile at him. You two danced and then stood there talking and laughing you touched his arm and he blushed and when you stumbled a little bit due to someone bumping into you he caught you and held you close. Jake watched Jordan frown and he watched Avery try to get his attention and failing. Jake smirked his signature smirk this is what he wanted.

"You're enjoying this." Bradley said and Jake nodded.

"He's seeing what he is missing." Jake said taking a sip of his beer. You may be out of heart to break but he knew Bob would take good care of you and show you what love is. Bob is the only man he would approve of being with you because Jake knew he would make your heart whole again.

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Lonely- (Platonic yandere! Ozzie x Syren)

Warnings; lonely imp, rules of hell, unfair treatment, real talk, Ozzie actually cares quite a lot, Ozzie is more of a platonic yandere in this,

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"Come in, Ren. Take a seat, relax, okay?"

The pink imp did as she was told, already ready for whatever assignment her King may have for her. Such was the way of the bloodline imp. Should the sin they serve require anything, it will be retrieved in their name by their bloodline imp.

"Thank you, Ozzie."

The King of lust had noticed that his faithful bloodline imp seemed more down than usual and he wanted to know how to help. Though Syren was an imp and of far lower station than Ozzie, he cared about her more than he likely should. She had been his loyal confidant for so long that he felt there should be no secrets kept between them as she had helped him at his worst and hyped him up at his best.

"Ren, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"... Yes, Sir."

"I'm being serious."

"... I know, Sir."

Ozzie let out a sigh, already knowing that getting information from the lovely imp was going to be a process. She was trained to serve Him and His needs, not have needs of her own. It was looked down upon for a bloodline imp to concern themselves with anything other than their master, even when it came to their own feelings.

"Ren, Fizzy and I have been worried about you. You're not acting like yourself and we want to help you."

"There is nothing wrong with me, your Highness."

"Okay, let me rephrase. I have noticed you are more withdrawn and sad. I don't want you to be sad, so I want to help you fix it. I want to know what is bothering you so I can help. I need you to tell me what is upsetting you."

There was a long moment of silence as the bloodline imp slightly curled her lip into a grimace, seeming like even she did not want to talk about whatever was bothering her. Perhaps it was a difficult topic and perhaps it was the way she was raised, but it was clear to Ozzie that Syren was not going to give the information he wanted easily. It was so unusual to every other time he had spoken to her, as she was always forthcoming with information and thoughts. Odds are, Syren was so uncomfortable because she was the topic at hand and rarely ever spoke of herself.

"I... Am lonely. Not in the sense that I want the company of a friend, but in the sense that I long for... Companionship. Courtship."

"Is that all? Ren, honey, you could have just told me. You have my permission to find someone for you to cuddle up to whenever you want."

"It isn't that easy, Highness."

"How so?"

"I- Blood-line imps are untouchables. No imp, human-born demon, succubus, Hell-hound, Goetia, or any other denizen of Hell would touch a blood-line imp. We are not imps the same way others may be. We are royal servants, and others wouldn't dare approach or try to seduce one without fear of the sin relating."

Syren sighed, her eyes seeming glassy as she firmly kept her emotions contained, trying to find the proper words to speak with her King. Ozzie, on the other hand, knew that Syren was right and saw the way his own demons avoided her like a plague.

"Until you choose another blood-line imp for me to breed my replacement, It is likely I will remain 'lonely'. We are born into service, my King, not chosen for it. We are bred to be what our sin wants and we are expected to have no wants of our own. The only creature to show interest in me is highness Fizzarolli's kidnapper, and I refuse to let such a rufian anywhere near either of you. To be alone until presented with a chosen breeding partner of your choice is my burden to bear, not yours, Highness. I'll be fine."

Ozzie felt honest pain at the resignation in his dear friend's voice, wanting to tell her she was wrong and someone was out there waiting for her. The truth was that she was right, and other demons avoided her because of her ties to Him.

"... I'm going to contact the other Sins, see if there is a good match for you out there. Even if there isn't, I will find someone to meet your approval. Lust shouldn't be about force, but something to be earned and enjoyed, and I want you to have someone in your life you can enjoy."

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Hello! (Forgot how to write an ask for a couple minutes)

For your Cozy Comfort Event, could I request a headcannon with Asmodeus with the hurt/ comfort genre?

Thank you! Your writing is always great!

Hello Syren! Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!

Okay, I kinda think this turned out pretty okay?? I dunno I really got into it when I was writing so that's usually a good sign lol. I love hurt/comfort, I think I'm gonna write more of that.

Thanks for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Asmodeus hurt/comfort headcanons

Warnings: just some angst at the beginning

Asmodeus is the Avatar of Lust and as such, he is known for his confidence and beauty. And yet there is one person with whom he loses all his charisma. You make him feel weak in a way he doesn't fully understand, like he wants to open his heart and expose every piece of it to you - even the parts he thinks are ugly.

It seems so impossible that there would ever be anyone who wasn't interested in him. He has always been able to be with whoever he wanted, simply because he is so desirable. He doesn't understand how to handle your seeming indifference.

Asmo isn't really the kind of demon who will turn to others for advice on love. Far more often, he's the one giving such assistance. But his brothers know you just as well as he thought he did. Asmo especially finds himself seeking Lucifer's advice when it comes to you. He simply doesn't know how you feel and it makes him crazy.

He gets the idea to talk to Solomon about human world courting rituals. It isn't like he hasn't seen them for himself, but maybe there's something more recent that he's missed. You don't seem to respond to his flirting the way he expects you to. You give him nothing but blank stares.

It occurs to him that you have feelings for someone else. He sees you reacting to others in ways he always hoped you'd react to him. His realization leads to a night of drinking Demonus alone in his bubble bath. He doesn't want to party, he wants to forget. He starts to feel too much like Lucifer, though. Eventually he switches gears and starts to focus even more on his appearance. Maybe he just isn't beautiful enough? As impossible as that seems, it must be true.

Asmo decides to act like it's nothing. He's content with just being your friend. He's happy to be beside you at all, even if his heart squeezes painfully every time you smile at someone else. Even if he gets a little shudder of butterflies any time you say his name. He can shove all of that down, can't he? He can hide it all away. He can keep it from you, let you believe that he's okay.

The truth is that he can't keep it in forever. He won't accept that. He'll pretend it isn't true. He'll keep trying until one day it all overflows and he's on his knees, clutching your hands and crying, telling you everything he's ever wanted you to know. The words tumble out of him. He can't take it anymore, MC. He loves you so much it hurts. He thought he could keep it in, but he wants you to see him. He wants you to know. He would do anything to make you happy, he would do anything to hold your heart. His words fade into sobbing, his head in your lap.

Asmodeus can't look at you. He's still crying, but it's slowed. After everything he just said, he can't even imagine looking up at you now. You didn't interrupt him, either. You let him say everything he needed to say. Then you let him collapse onto you and cry. He's afraid to move, afraid to speak again, afraid to look at you.

And then he feels your fingers in his hair. You whisper his name and it sounds like your heart is breaking. He keeps his face hidden as he listens to you tell him that you love him, too. You tell him how you believed he was too beautiful for you, how you thought he was completely out of your reach. How you were afraid to respond too readily to his flirting because it hurt too much. Because you didn't believe it was genuine.

He looks up at you, then. The idea that you might think he was just flirting with you because that's what he does with everybody makes him a little sick. You're crying, too, he sees, and he cups your face with his hands, wiping away your tears. Dearest MC. Don't you know that you're everything he's ever wanted and more? Please let him hold you, please let him protect you, please let him love you. He's desperate because he needs you to understand.

Somehow, he gets through to you. He can see it in your eyes. It takes some time, but he learns how to get you to smile. He reassures you whenever you start to question yourself. He showers you in all the love he'd been holding back and he makes sure you understand that you are more than worthy of it. Asmodeus shows you all his pieces and in exchange, you give him all of yourself.

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Let's Talk about Adrien.

Adrien Agreste is the main male character of The Miraculous Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir. This is a continuation of my previous post entitled Let's Talk about Marinette.

His relationship with Chloe: I understand that she was his only friend in a family that severely restricted his relationships. However, I do not believe Adrien understands that friendship is an excuse to defend or excuse bad behaviour. When it is made clear that Chloe is a bully, he often encourages others to forgive her or ignore the problem. When her victims are happy that she is leaving he lectures them. I understand that Adrien is very naive and sheltered however he unknowingly seems to victim blame.

His emotional cheating: While he is "with" Kagami he still has feelings or an attraction to Ladybug. This is shown when he continues to flirt with his superhero partner on multiple occasions. While I understand they may have been pressured into their relationship and possibly bonded over their relationship with their parents that is not acceptable.

His relationship with Ladybug: Putting it simply he is in love with someone who doesn't love him. In his attempts to pursue this relationship with his constant flirting, he gets distracted and often puts himself in danger which could be avoided if he was focused. His love for her is a bit concerning when he completely changes himself for her. Once again folks you don't change key parts of your identity just to fit someone else's mould because you love them. Worse yet he changed to suit his public civilian persona that he knows everyone would love, a persona that is not him. He puts himself in a cage to suit her when Chat Noir gives him freedom from that cage. I cannot as an aunt, friend and sister encourage those in my social circle to ever do that.

The Lila Rossi problem: While I can blame his response on his upbringing I will only say this once. Adrien could have just told Alya and Nino what happened with ladybug and everything would have been settled. Instead, he chose to keep quiet. There is also the fact that he only realised how Lila was when she got Marinette expelled yet he still stayed silent. As Edmund Burke once said, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

The tantrum thrown in Syren: Once again they are teenagers however he really took off his miraculous cause she was instructed by the person who gave them their miraculous to stay quiet? Then in that same moment did not listen to his kwami and was ready to abandon Paris simply cause he was mad. I am not even touching this with another person's polyjuiced body holding a ten-foot pole.

An anon recently assumed that I disliked the show based on my criticisms of Marinette but I don't. All good characters need flaws without flaws a perfect character is boring. However, there are some things I feel compelled to comment on. Adrien is a teenage boy who is growing up in a home with an emotionally manipulative and negligent father he has flaws. However, I cannot excuse all his actions.

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A Friend In Need (Ambiguous Alien) [M/?]

Featured Characters: Male human and an alien of ambiguous sex/gender. Both are adults.

Description: Gaige is concerned when his workaholic friend and coworker Syren fails to show up for multiple days. He goes to their quarters to demand answers, discovering a needy alien with an unintentionally self-inflicted backup of eggs that they just can’t seem to release on their own. Luckily, Syren’s problem can be solved with a little hands-on lesson in Nynryll anatomy.

Contains: Ambiguous Alien Genitalia, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Fingering, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Multiple Orgasms.

Completion Date: January 22nd, 2023

Word Count: 3862

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Gaige had not experienced true concern for a long time. In all of the years that he had worked at the repair station, Syren never missed a single shift. So it was strange enough that his work partner had failed to be there for three consecutive days.

Syren was good at their job, easily one of the best. An elite in that neck of the star system. If anyone at the station was dealing with a particularly troublesome craft, they would be the one to come along and know the exact course of action. It was almost scary sometimes. Annoying at others.

They were a talented, devoted mechanic and quick to snatch up any overtime. But there was such a thing as being too married to a job and Gaige figured that Syren was finally paying the price. A little sickness might inspire them to slow down.

That was until he was approached by his boss on day three and told that Syren would be on sick leave for the next little while. Sarah couldn’t give any details other than that they would be leaving for Nynryllad in the morning. Gaige felt his stomach drop then; whatever this was, it was bad enough that Syren was going home.

There was no way that Gaige was letting them go without answers. Without at least seeing them. Not when they could die of whatever illness they had on their homeworld and never return. His heart took up an anxious rhythm as he walked to the worker’s quarters after his shift.

Gaige blew past the entrance to his own room and stopped at Syren’s a few doors down. He was instantly knocking on the cool metal. There was no answer for long enough that an image of Syren splayed unconscious on the floor sprang to mind. But the door finally slid open, revealing the tall alien with a slightly pain-pinched face.

They leaned with one hand on the door frame; not with their whole weight, but certainly bracing themself. Their amber, feline eyes lightened somewhat.

“Hm…room service?” Syren said far too casually. They were shirtless, sweat dotting their neck and chest.

“Syren, what is going on?” Gaige pleaded, severely not in the mood.

“I guess I should have expected you. Come in?” Syren offered, gesturing back into the room with a tilt of their head.

Gaige followed them inside. He paused just inside the door, watching Syren make their way to the bed. Their pace was slow and they moved while curled slightly over their abdomen; which looked noticeably swollen when they turned to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Are you hurt?” Gaige asked.

Syren huffed. “Just my pride.”

“Please, I’m just trying to understand. Sarah said you’re taking sick leave. What for? How bad is this?”

“It’s nothing to get yourself all twisted over,” Syren said with a dismissive wave of their four-fingered hand. “I’m just going for a routine procedure.”

“Proce—surgery?” Gaige’s shoulders sagged. “That sounds exactly like something to get ‘twisted’ over.”

“Routine surgery. Just…embarrassing that it’s come to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…need to get my eggs removed.”

“Eggs.” Gaige blinked. “You’re pregnant? Who—?”

Syren chuckled. “You know, asshole, I have offered to explain the anatomy of my species to you before. No. No, I’m not pregnant. Nynryll bodies make unfertilized eggs that need to come out at the end of the month whether to make kits or not and it kind of slipped my mind. I’m dealing with a two-month backup and…coaxing them out myself is impossible at this point.”

It was a lot of information for Gaige to process and his face heated once he came to its conclusion.

“By ‘coaxing’,” he began. Syren looked him in the eye and he suddenly had to clear his throat. “You mean…?”

“Jerking off,” Syren supplied plainly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Or lack thereof in this case.”

The silence was unbearable.

“So…you can’t get yourself off. That’s the problem?” Gaige finally asked.

Syren nodded. “Because of the backup, everything’s too sensitive. I get weak just from touching myself and have to stop before I get there…hence the surgery.”

Gaige stared at Syren, initially surprised at how openly they spoke of their…personal sessions. But the way their legs shifted didn’t escape his notice. Or the way their hands kept absently tracing over their upper thighs, drawing back from travelling between them as if suddenly remembering that Gaige was there.

It hit him at once was Syren was experiencing. Discomfort, but also something else undeniable. They were horny. He could only imagine; unintentionally edging themself for days trying to get rid of those eggs. An endless loop of unsatisfied desperation. Something stirred inside Gaige and a question burst out of him before he could think about stopping it.

“What if you had help?”

“Maybe. But I don’t have a partner,” Syren said. “On the station or elsewhere. And I doubt anyone here would be willing to—.”

“Me,” Gaige interjected. “What if, uh, what if I helped you?”

One of Syren’s long ears twitched. “You’d do that?”

“I…yeah, I would. So long as you’ll have me,” Gaige said.

Syren sat back on their hands, looking intrigued. They seemed to study the human before them and turn over his proposition in their head. Gaige’s eyes roamed their lithe, grey-toned body and his heart began to pound as exactly what he had just offered sunk in.

He had never thought about Syren this way until that moment, but their stark need was unquestionably exciting him. A desire to touch, explore, and help outmatched any reservations. Whether it was the fact that he hadn’t seen any action for a while or something else entirely, he silently begged them to want him for this.

A smile spread over Syren’s features.

“Worth a shot. Better with someone cute, but you’ll do,” they teased.

“Watch your mouth or I’m out of here,” Gaige warned, relaxing with an easy grin.

“Put yours to use and I won’t kick you out,” Syren said, their hands going to their waistband.

They removed their thin, loose-fitting pants and tossed them to the foot of their bed. Half-lidded, burning ember eyes met Gaige’s as their legs spread invitingly. After only a moment’s hesitation, he closed the short distance to kneel on the floor between them. His hands lighted on Syren’s thighs and he drank in the enticing sight before him.

Gaige knew one thing about the Nynryll. They were all the same sex, each possessing both breeding capabilities. He just hadn’t thought to any length what that might entail. It wasn’t as if the alien’s junk had ever been a consideration before. But now, he was face to face with it.

Syren had a grey, hairless slit, but there was also a sheath at the top of it; a ring of flesh surrounding the tip of what was likely their ovipositor. The round bud throbbed hard and fast, clear fluid glistening in the tight space between it and the inner edge of the sheath. The pulse of it was mesmerizing, seemingly the epicentre of the waves of erotic twitching visibly travelling through their pussy.

“It’s been doing that for days,” Syren said. “Can’t exactly come into work with that…distraction.” Their legs spread a bit further as they heaved a heavy sigh. “Fuck, I need this.”

A bead of slick escaped the sheath and dripped down over Syren’s slit. Gaige swallowed and leaned in to catch it with his tongue, tracing back over its path. The reaction was instant. Syren jolted, a quavering keen escaping them.

Gaige jerked away. “Sorry! Was that too—?”

A trembling hand descended onto the back of his head, digging into his hair and pulling him back towards them.

“Keep going…I’m fine,” Syren said. Their voice was breathy and bordering on frantic. They jutted their hips forward, legs shaking.

Gaige nodded and delved back in. He built up slowly, mindful of how overly-sensitive Syren already was. But he couldn’t stop himself for long from getting greedy; the scent and sheer heat they were giving off drove him to it. He mouthed and sucked at their folds, lapping through suddenly excessive fluids that leaked down his chin.

Syren moaned as Gaige all but devoured their pussy. The hand gripping his hair fell away to rest limply on the nape of his neck. He stayed close and buried his face into soft, wet flesh. His tongue found the tip of Syren’s ovipositor, sliding shallowly into the sheath as he swirled around it.

“There…there…more,” Syren encouraged, panting and tremulous.

Gaige obliged, closing his lips around the rapidly throbbing tip and instantly feeling more slick flooding into his mouth from the sheath. He groaned. Syren’s body was so responsive and he loved it.

Not pausing his mouthy affections, Gaige brought two fingers to Syren’s pussy. He prodded the folds until he found their dripping hole. It took him with ease. He found a pulsating, engorged-feeling bulb inside as he bottomed out to the knuckles. Whatever it was, Syren jolted and cried out the second he touched it. Aiming for it, he began to pump his fingers in and out.

The walls surrounding him were hot, squeezing with every inward thrust of his wrist. Warm fluid ran in rivulets down his arm. His arousal rose with Syren’s moans. He could feel his cock pressing insistently against his pants, seeking that incredible hole that his fingers were hogging. Thoughts of feeling it wrapped around his dick made his heart skip. Would Syren let him go that far?

Suddenly, Gaige felt resistance against his tongue. Syren snagged his hair and pulled him away. He hissed but watched in awe as Syren’s ovipositor began to quickly rise from their sheath. It was dark, ridged and bulbous in places. There was a vertical slit towards the base of the pointed head rather than the tip. The entire length was shiny and dripping as it strained fully erect into the air.

Gaige looked up at Syren. Their eyes were glazed, mouth open as they breathed heavily. He spied a single line of drool that had escaped down their face. They listed to the left, propped up only on a shaky arm. Any moment and they could topple completely.

Syren bit their lower lip. “Come on…suck it.”

That Gaige could do. Gladly. He worked his way from base to tip, slowly licking each bulge and ridge. Syren’s legs were quaking. They panted and moaned, their voice cracking to higher pitches. Gaige found their ovipositor’s slit and slid his tongue almost entirely into the surprisingly yielding passage. He stroked them with his hand as he explored, lapping inside the hole.

“Fuck…fuuuck,” Syren cursed, bliss heavy in their tone.

They all but wailed as Gaige closed his lips around their head and brought them into his mouth. The desperate sound spurred him on and he bobbed his head to take them deeper. A weak hand wove into his hair once more as he began to move.

Gaige’s tongue dragged over the line of bumps on the underside of Syren’s ovipositor. It throbbed intensely, leaking down his throat. His nose came close to being buried in their groin with each plunge and a heady musk filled his senses. The scent went straight to his cock, half-hard despite neglect. He was reaching to palm it over his pants when Syren spoke frantically.

“Shit, I’m close! Get off. Don’t ch—oh! Choke,” they said, breathless as they ineffectually tried to pull him off of them.

Gaige heeded the warning and moved back. He replaced his mouth and throat with his hand, vigorously stroking the burning shaft. Syren finally fell back. Their fingers grasped the sheets as they arched. Moans tumbled ceaselessly from them, the only intelligible word being ‘Please’ in near-constant repetition.

Syren’s ovipositor suddenly thickened in Gaige’s palm and the dripping slit gaped open. He saw and felt a line of round shapes working their way up the shaft. Syren cried out, their hips bucking off the mattress as a flood of slick heralded a bright orange, jelly-like orb exiting them. They fucked Gaige’s fist as it was followed by three more.

The eggs thudded to the floor. They were roughly the size of golf balls; no wonder it took so much to pass them. Syren’s body dropped and they lay quietly catching their breath.

Gaige swallowed. “Was that all of them?”

“N-no,” Syren said. “There’s more. I can feel them.”

Rising from aching knees, Gaige stood over Syren. They had their arm thrown over their eyes as their chest heaved. Their ovipositor still stood, its pulse refusing to lessen. Gaige’s hand strayed to his cock.

“Can I fuck you this time?” he asked.

Syren slowly moved their arm, amber eyes gliding into view. They sat up and gave him an impish grin.

“Can’t just be altruistic, can you?” they said. “Not when your dick suffers for it.”

“Is that a turn-off?”

“Hardly.”

Syren turned around, going to all fours. They raised their tail to arch over their back and exposed their pussy. Their ovipositor hung between their legs. Slick dripped in a thin, clear line from their tip to the mattress.

“You’ve more than earned this,” Syren said.

Heart in his throat, Gaige made swift work of removing his shirt and pants. He started to stroke himself to full hardness, his free hand reaching out and groping the soft flesh of Syren’s ass. Their pussy drooled and twitched under his constant gaze, intensely alluring in its silent but evident begging to be fucked.

Gaige’s cock was stiff under his palm in mere moments. He bit back a moan as he guided himself to Syren’s waiting slit, pausing only because the more responsible side of him suddenly shrieked in his mind.

“Do I need…could I get you…?” he asked, more than mildly distracted with the sensitive head of his dick resting on warm, fluttering folds.

Syren managed to grasp what he was asking and shook their head.

“No eggs there for you to get to. I doubt our species’ are compatible anyway,” they reassured. They rolled their hips back invitingly. “And I…I want you raw…do it.”

That was all Gaige needed to hear. He slowly pushed into Syren and bottomed out with ease. It was like silk, soft and inviting. But they were sweltering inside. Gaige could almost sense the deep, needy ache in the walls that were instantly seizing his cock. He could feel slick dripping down his balls as he fully pressed against their backside.

“Shit,” he gasped, breath stuttering as he pulled back.

He made it halfway before being compelled to re-enter; Syren’s greedy pussy practically sucked him in. It clenched around him again and he couldn’t wait to feel it milk him dry. Syren moaned as his hips began to slowly move.

Gaige kept an easy pace, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock being swallowed up. It was being taken so well. He glided in and out of that unreal hole, his shaft glistening with excessive fluid. The thought that he may not last very long became a concern in his mind—albeit a distant one addled by the desire to cum inside his friend.

Syren panted, their heavy breaths mixing with low whimpers and curses. Their long, quivering tail dropped. It came to rest on one of Gaige’s shoulders, sitting heavily across the back of his neck to touch the other. The tip lightly caressed over the pulse point in his neck before settling.

After just a few more leisurely passes, Syren’s voice took on a more impatient note. They rocked back into Gaige and interrupted his rhythm.

“Harder,” they said. “Harder! I’m not fucking glass!”

Wordlessly obeying, Gaige grabbed their hips and thrust more forcefully. He snapped forward to hit them as deeply as possible. It earned him a series of loud, thankful cries.

“Aaah, yes! Wreck me!”

Gaige moved faster. The dark slate flesh of Syren’s ass bounced and rippled as he collided with it. Slick spilled out around his dick, soaking his groin and leaking down his thighs. He recklessly plunged. Pleasure surged through his every throbbing inch and his unabashed moans rose to meet Syren’s.

“Amazing,” he slurred, fingers digging into heated flesh. He couldn’t remember pussy ever being this good before. It felt conformed to his shape; gripping his cock in a constant, frantic, pulsating squeeze. The supple walls all but burned along his length. “You’re on fire.”

“N-need a big load to put me out,” Syren said, their words wobbling as their body was rocked. “Ngh…how are you s-so thick? Fuck…fuuuck!”

Sweat crawled down Gaige’s face and his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up that pace for long. But for the time being, his hips felt puppeted; driving his dick tirelessly.

Syren dropped onto their elbows and their hands scrambled at the sheets. They whined in unstable and cut-off spurts. It came to a head with a single, loud cry.

Gaige stilled deep inside to feel every second of them cumming. Their pussy clenched more rhythmically, clenching in a pattern that ran up his shaft to his tip. A few more heavy plops against the mattress and floor signaled another set of eggs. The wet orbs rolled and came to a stop around his feet.

Syren unexpectedly moved, pulling off of Gaige with a lewd, wet noise. Were they done? While he would stop if they were, his cock still protested, raging and twitching in the open air. His own hand definitely wasn’t going to cut it after that.

“Lay down,” Syren said, reaching out and patting the mattress. “Can’t…can’t have you doing everything.”

Gaige huffed a breath, partially in relief but mostly with incredulity.

“Workaholic,” he said.

“Down,” Syren insisted. “Before you throw out that fragile human back fucking me like a wild animal.”

“Okay, okay.” He gently nudged Syren as he lay down. “You did ask for it though.”

Syren crawled up, hovering over him and fixing their piercing amber eyes on him. They lowered their sopping slit to Gaige’s dick, rocking their hips to rub their folds along his shaft. He watched the fluid motion and shivered as precum leaked onto his stomach.

“I can feel how hard you’re throbbing,” Syren said, chuckling lowly when he groaned. “You were close, weren’t you?”

Gaige cleared his throat. “Y-yeah.”

“Better not leave you hanging, then.”

Syren took Gaige’s cock in their hand and lined him back up with their hole. They sunk down, sighing shakily as they were filled again. After only a moment, they were moving. It was a far cry from the desperate fucking Gaige had just given them; a slow grind on his dick. But it felt just as good. Almost better.

“Mm, shit,” Syren breathed, their straining ovipositor waving with their movements. “So deep.”

Gaige looked up at them and his breath suddenly felt stolen. He watched the way their body moved, undulating in a sensual dance above him. Their impish mouth was cracked slightly as their breaths panted and caught on sweet, little moans. Haloed by the soft lights in the room, their head tossed back slightly to expose their long, kissable neck.

Syren’s thighs shook and Gaige set gentle hands on them.

“You’re…beautiful,” he said.

Time seemed to stop. Syren paused, whipping a wide gaze down to him. There was silence broken only the racing beat of Gaige’s pulse in his ears. Why did he say that? He let out a breath as Syren’s face melted back into that familiar smirk and their fingers lighted on the backs of his hands. Their pussy squeezed around him and they resumed their motion.

“D-don’t get sappy on me now,” they said.

Any rebuttal Gaige had was dashed by tongue-tying pleasure as he was ridden. He laid back, lost in the languid roll of Syren’s hips. Their hands left his and found his chest. They ran over fevered, sweaty skin; squeezing his pecs and teasing his nipples.

Gaige’s breath grew labored, littered with moans. Near-constantly buried to the hilt, his cock pounded. Every however minute stroke of Syren’s tightly-gripping pussy chipped away at his control. Where they connected was a heated, wet mess; each plunge entirely, filthily audible.

Gaige’s head lolled to the side against the pillow as he felt his balls tighten. He couldn’t muster a coherent warning. With rasping cries on his lips, he spent himself. Hot cum pumped out of him and painted the clinging walls. It ran down the sides of his throbbing dick, oozing from Syren’s hole.

Dazed, he registered that Syren had stopped. He caught their gaze as they moved to swipe up some of his release with their fingers. They brought it to their mouth, moaning as they lapped it up.

“So much,” they said, slurred slightly around their extended tongue. “I guess I wasn’t the only pent-up one.”

Gaige reached out with a shaking hand to take Syren’s ovipositor. They gasped as his palm made contact with the hard, aching flesh. He stroked it and they instantly began to profusely leak down their shaft and over his fingers. Their body stayed still, save for ecstatic trembling, but their pussy pulsed with every pass.

“Cum for me again,” Gaige encouraged. “Cum for me, Syren.”

“Gaige…Gaige,” Syren panted, their eyes briefly rolling back.

Just a few more strokes at a quicker pace were their undoing. They cried out as their final four eggs stretched their way from their ovipositor’s slit. Their insides went wild around Gaige’s softening, sensitive cock. He groaned at the sensation, hips giving a feeble buck but settling as Syren’s orgasm tapered and released him from that intense cling.

Gaige grunted as Syren rose off of him. He startled a bit as he felt them laying down at his side and cuddling up to him, but he wrapped an arm around their shoulders all the same. Despite being taller than him, they had situated themself to tuck their head in under his chin.

“Got them all?” he asked.

“We did,” Syren said. “Fucking thank you. I wasn’t looking forward to that bullshit, believe it or not.”

“Well, maybe don’t let it get this bad next time,” Gaige said. He tapped against their soft skin. “Although, if you do…”

“Horny bastard,” Syren admonished, their breath warm on his neck. “But, yeah, I’ll take you up on that…and maybe even outside of those extremes? No strings attached?”

“Oh. Uh, sure. I’d like that…I think.”

Syren laughed, tracing their fingertips down Gaige’s side. “You think?”

“I know.”

“There’s a smart boy.”

The two fell into companionable silence, resting their strained bodies. Just as Gaige thought he might doze off, Syren began to purr. The noise vibrated through their chest into his where it settled warmly next to his heart.

A feeling descended onto him then; desire but situated to the left of seeking casual, physical pleasures. He worked it around in his sluggish mind. Turning it every which way revealed that it was affection—deep affection for his…friend. Syren snuggled further into him and they just fit. Like a piece slotting comfortably into place.

Oh, shit.

End

Masterlist

[faiirygrahamdevanily]

🐞🐈‍⬛every miraculous episode in 10 words or less season 2

🐞🐈‍⬛links to the other seasons: season 1 post | season 2 post | season 3 post | season 4 post | season 5 post (links will be added once posts are published)

🐞🐈‍⬛If you count 11 words on some, count again <3

📘🦋Collector: adrien has his rapunzel realization moment but forgets everything 2sec later

🎙❤️Prime Queen: chat noir loving chouquettes & purring on live tv

🍨🌕Glaciator: rejecting eachother to go on a moon date together

🛎🧸Despair bear: a cute little teddy bear being hilarious

🥐🎸Troublemaker: penny and nathalie should open an underpaid assistant support group

👶🏾🍭Gigantitan: operation secret garden gettting ruined by a giant lollipop seeking baby

🍬🪽Befana: handmade lucky charm bracelets being THE best gift ever

🎼🎤Frightningale: you're right plagg, people are blind, VERY blind

👳🏻‍♀️⛲️Gorizilla: radiant carefree dreamy adrien the fragance

🤖🔋Robostus: markov being an absolute king for messing with hawkmoths security system

🦉🦸‍♂️The dark owl: new fear unlocked, principal turning into an owl

💄💋Zombiezou: teachers birthday escalating into a zombie apocalypse

🪀🚖Reverser: taxis being a public heath hazard

🤺🥈Riposte: adriens 'just a very good friend' knows NOTHING about fencing

🎹🧀Captain Hardrock: camembert you're the cheese of my dreams

🦊🪈Sapotis: pyjama party turning into alyas first akuma fight

🌊🧜‍♀️Syren: adrien playing with ladynoir dolls while ladybug is mixing power ups

❄️⛸️Frozer: inviting your 'very-good-friend' to your date will NOT go well

🦕✨️Queens Battle 1 - Style Queen: All's not gold that glitters, unless you're a gold glitter statue

🐝🪮Queens Battle 2 - Queen wasp: what do chloé and felix have in common? EVERYONE knows their hero identity

🧢🥖Anansi: carapace saving the day!

🐝🎉Malediktator: 'nobody is useless' defending chloé did NOT age well dear adrien

🧦⛓️Sandboy: plagg noo who turned you into a sock?!?

🦊🐞Heroes day 1 - Catalyst: silly delusional illusionist fox illusioning illusions again

🦋🦚Heroes day 2 - Mayura: hawkmoth changing his name, again

🎄🎅🏼Santa Claws: the boy that she secretely looooves is a sad lonely kitty

sneek peak season 3

🪄💋Puppeteer 2: match my freak and it's wax lips on wax lips

🐈‍⬛🤍Cat blanc: black kitty good, white kitty bad

[acuteobserv4tion]

Season 2 is just all around the best season for everyone, not just Chloe. Marinette being a good person and actually learning, Adrien development as well as him being an actual person (not just some trophy), Gabriel Development with him caring about Adrien, Nino Development in him being a more sociable good boy coming out of his shell, Alya being the one kids can attach to as wanting to be a hero. After that, everyone starts being assassinated.

Season 3 AKA Lila's season

Marinette Assassination (being an a-hole and full-blown stalker)

Gabriel Assassination (willing to knowingly beat up his son and doesn't care)

Season 4

Adrien Assassination (Taking his child neglect issues/needing to feel needed and flipping it to be about his unrequited love for ladybug)

Chloe Assassination (obvious; Astruc hates her and gaslights us about her)

And season 5

Nino Assassination (going from caring friend to remorseless a-hole like Marinette)

And what I believe to be Alya Assassination (she's such a flip-flop now. Help your friend with superhero stuff now that you know. Marinette is having a crisis. This stuff is more important) though I hope I'm wrong

This show is just Character Assassination now. That's all this is anymore. And now I hear they might be assassinating Kim. Throw his development from season 1 and 2 out the window. Kim can be cocky and naive, but now apparently, he's just stupid and angry.

What I once hoped was us seeing his arc in reverse, via Rose Quartz style, is apparently Kim just reminiscing fondly to his girlfriend and Adrien. What happened to the continuity from Dark Cupid where he stopped hanging out with Chloe after she messed with him? What happened with Syren where he stopped crushing on Chloe and asked Ondine on a date?

It's painfully obvious when this show comes up with stuff on the spot because it doesn't line up with what's been established. Especially this new Marinette trauma thing THAT SHE DIDN'T EXPERIENCE AT ALL WITH LUKA OR NATHANIEL. Yeah. Remember Evillustrator? (Or Dark Cupid, Pidgeon 72, etc.)

Good writing is incorporating something new seamlessly by building off of something old. My Little Pony, for example. The Elements of Harmony being descendant from The Pillars is a solid installment with build-up in season 7. And guess what. My Little Pony Friendship is Magic was supposed to end at SEASON 3. Yet writers, new and old, worked together to create a solid storyline.

A show for young girls did that.

I'm sorry. I worked myself up from morning thoughts. I just had to get this out.

The one good thing I can say is that at least in the end, Kim learned a lesson. But they didn't have to make him a stupid jerk for him to learn that lesson.

[creatorbiaze]

introductory thing!

i should have made this loong ago but whatever

Hi, I'm Mystic! I also go by cb (short for creatorblaze) & pretty much whatever nicknames you wanna give me.

I'm just a random person who may or may not be all around the Internet (literally just 2 sites)

I draw a lot & sometimes write, and I talk about my OCs kinda frequently.

i have ADHD & am very forgetful but also easily hyper, I try not to be too overwhelming though.

I love Bungo Stray Dogs, The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K, Welcome To Demon School! Iruma-kun, That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime... probably more idk

This post has links to my published short stories + fact/info things about my characters and worlds

Notable blog tags include;

Mystic's art -- my art tag

ocs / oc things -- tags i add to posts about any/all OCs & some world lore

~★ ? -- the cryptic ~★ anon

The Game -- the A or B anon game

Mystic's Asks & Answers -- asks i answer

all of my important OCs have specific tags for them as well, including Vizerxa Mortem, Sidera Noctis, Amaranth Adams, Clara Ventus, Genesis Ventus, etc etc.

I run these ask blogs currently ;

@ask-the-xerivelm-council

@thefallentrio (Blood Moon , Snow Sky, Path Changer)

@the-fox-and-the-shadow (Sidera & Vizerxa)

@mortem-siblings (young Lucidi & Vizerxa)

@shadows-below-frozen-seas (Siren!Vizerxa)

@guides-of-vengeance (Videns & Genesis)

@the-draconic-momther (Clara)

@the-syren-queen (Aella)

@dancer-of-the-willows (Saltator)

@shenanigan-duo (Timere & Ceriveri)

@keiluvi-anonymous (Keiluvi)

@dusk2-dawn (Amaranth)

@the-raven-draconic (Felix)

@the-puppeteerr (Zelura)

@freed-from-chains-of-string (Astaroth)

@seasons-of-the-tricks

@the-starlit-author (zenza b4 death)

@in-here-the-musics-flowing (astele) & @have-you-heard-the-story (Hedera) for a friend's royal au

They're oc blogs, but fox & the shadow are in the bsd universe technically. Feel free to send them literally any questions/interactions, most of the characters respond well to ... mostly anything, but i don't answer nsfw things.

[eldrigeonsss]

I just made it back from Portland last night, and the post-con depression do be hittin a bit, but I got things to say, and people to say it to!!!!! So without further ado,

To my crew,

Thank you all so much for giving me legitimately the most fun convention I have ever been to, and the best birthday I’ve ever had. I could never have asked for a better crew and family. I’m sad we all have to return to our little corners of the world, but I am excited to see you all again. Because this is not goodbye, you’re stuck with me now. We’ll see each other again, be it in a year or whenever, it’s only a matter of time! I love you all dearly!!!

Ollie, ( @crypticcoffe )

To the small boy we keep on our ship (or rather in our hearts), thank you so much for being such a wonderful person. You are family, through and through, and I am so grateful that you made the decision to come to Kumo and hang out with us! It was so much fun, and I cherish every single memory we made together, and I look forward to the next year!! (Fingers crossed for the madoka magica cosplay group!) Thank you for making me feel wanted every single day, even with something as simple as a good morning and a good night. You don’t know just how much even that means to me. I want to repay that kindness someday, make sure you know just how important you are to all of us, no matter what. You’re family, and I keep saying it, but it’s just as true as the first time I said it. I’m so glad you accidentally joined the discord server, because it’s lead to probably the greatest group of people I could ever hope to know. It would never be the same without you, and I’m so glad you stuck around and hung o it with us. Love you, Ols! /p Can’t wait to keep making ridiculous memories with you!

Fish, ( @aquaticgoblinking )

You are legit one of the funniest people I know, even when we first started interacting there was just something to you that screamed that you were the king of comedy. I’m still studying the Atlantean alphabet diligently, the world is not ready for the day that I can just write it without a guide. You are such an integral part of our crew, you breathe life into it and inspire others even when you don’t mean to. By the way, that book you made me is going to be something I cherish forever, I’m probably going to end up filling it up pretty quickly, but I’ll be figuring out ways to make it last! I’ll be sure to bring it to Kumo next year and if you end up coming I’ll show you all the silly stuff I drew :3. Btw, I’m so so so happy you came to Kumo, I know we weren’t sure if it was gonna happen, but I hope you had a good time! Excited to get our silly crew together again soon!! I love our family, every single silly part of it.

Syren ( @sisiren )

To my Jay Ferin, my silly brain-linked buddy. I really don’t know what qualifies someone as a best friend, but I do know you’re like number one in terms of friends in my books! To think we only met one year ago, by complete chance, and soon we’re gonna be able to hang out so much more often!! You’re such a kind, understanding person, it makes my heart hurt. On that same point, GOD, do you know how to break hearts with your writing. Literally, if anyone ever wants their fucking emotions torn out and scattered like dandelion seeds, just read literally anything this absolute demon of a person has come up with. It’s harrowing. That aside, I cannot imagine a life without you in it. I can barely imagine life before you were there, it’s so funny. I joke about you me and Ti being albatrio, but I truly think we’re just all meant to exist together. Something deep inside of me knows that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. We’ve talked a lot about fate and destiny, and not to sound super sentimental or anything, but with the little bracelet you got us sitting on my wrist, I can’t help but think. I think you two are my destiny.

Idk, that’s probably cheesy as hell. Still, I can’t wait to go skydiving with you, and celebrate your birthday like it’s the end of the world, and drag you out to experience every single thing life has to offer. See you soon, Sy!!

Tigers, ( @tigers1o1 )

Not to be gay, buuuuut.

I miss you, so much. It’s been a day, and I already miss hearing your laugh and leaning up against you and being able to reach over and touch you and just know that you’re there. We can call, of course, but I am counting down the days until I can see you next. I’ve actually started using a calendar, since I’ve started talking to you in full, which is hilarious. If you were to tell me two months ago that I would be staying up every night falling asleep on call, counting days like an advent calendar I would probably call you crazy, because why would anyone ever spend that much time with another person, especially when they are so far away??

Yeah, I get it now. A lot of things make sense now. Like why people are made with an inherent sense of yearning, a need to find that other half, that missing piece. Why completionists exist, why someone would spend their entire lives searching just for an inkling of a feeling. Freight train, am I right?

You and Sy are people I feel like I’ve known my whole life, despite only really being aware of each other for such a short amount of time. I don’t feel like the small time period takes away from our closeness, though, which is funny. Like it wouldn’t matter if we’ve known each other years or months or days, as long as we know each other. That’s all that matters. All that matters is that we’re connected, by whatever force or coincidence.

If you end up moving to Portland, that’ll be so damn funny. I definitely won’t be bouncing off the walls and running victory laps or anything ahah. It’s weird, to be so aware of one’s own loneliness, but to also be fine with it, because I know it will be filled when I get to see you next. Because I made an oath, and I intend to keep it, extra forever.

Okokok that’s the end of my spiel. Well, also, to Ollie’s dad, and to Fish’s sibling thing, thank you so much for joining us for Kumo as well!! To Nick who officiated the fish and chips wedding, thanks a million! To my sister, who was eternally our biggest hater, keep it up, your hatred only fuels us (/aff). And to that random dude on the street who offered me and Ti his blanket to dry off a bench while waiting for a train, I hope your days are filled with warmth and your belly is always full. Also to the black ops larper who stopped me in a market to talk about the government, hope ur doing alright king.

NOW IM DONE!!! HERE, SOME PHOTOS

[aldbooks]

A Strange Melody - Chapter 8

@sunshinebingo

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All throughout dinner, the entire table’s attention was fixed on Morrigan as she recounted her visit to the continent. Everyone listened with rapt attention, even Gwyn- despite the gnawing unease that had begun to build since the woman’s arrival. She spoke of people and places that Gwyn had never - and likely would never - see, and she wished to absorb every detail. Even as her jealousy threatened to eat her alive.

She was fully aware of every shift of Azriel’s gaze in Morrigan's direction, every smile he gave her, and  every one she gave him in return. It was clear there was some history between them which everyone else seemed to be aware of, and Gwyn found herself retreating further and further inside herself with every passing moment.

At some point, she felt a steady gaze on her and a soft prodding of her mind, and turned to find Rhysand watching her with a knowing expression. Don’t give up now little syren, it isn’t time to retreat just yet, he said.

Not a syren , she corrected.

The corner of his lips twitched. The point stands. Don’t give up, you still have time. 

You knew he was in love with her, she accused. He said nothing, which was confirmation enough. Why would you let me come here knowing he loved another? 

There was a long silence as Rhysand studied her. Az’s feelings for Mor are- complicated. But you have captured his attention. The game isn’t over yet. 

I have one more day left, at best, and he has already been absent for a significant part of my time here. What could i possibly accomplish in the few hours I have left now that she has returned? 

Again, Rhysand said nothing, but there was sympathy in his eyes as he gave her a small smile before retreating from her mind. No one else seemed to have taken notice of their exchange, still too absorbed in the stories their friend was telling. No one but Rhysand seemed to notice when she quietly slipped away from the room after dinner and returned to her room where she curled up in bed, Azriel’s cloak clutched against her chest.

Thunder and the pounding of rain against her windows greeted Gwyn the next morning. With a sigh full of melancholy, she remained where she was for several long minutes, listening to the storm before dragging herself from bed to stand at the window, staring out at the muted gray skies and angry ocean below. As soon as she saw the water, she felt the pull to return. It made her limbs ache and caused a pulling sensation in her chest. She knew then that despite her bargain with Rhys, the magic was already wearing off. In reality, she had already extended well beyond the 24 hours usually granted for land walking. She would be lucky to make it until nightfall before she was forced to return.

When the twins arrived to prepare her for the day, she did not fight them, allowing them to dress her in a soft, sage green gown and twist her hair into a thick braid. After they left, she sat at the vanity, studying her reflection as she contemplated not going down to breakfast and simply sneaking off while the others were preoccupied. However, despite how things with Azriel had turned out, she had made a friend of Nesta and even Feyre and did not want to leave without some sort of goodbye.

Taking a steadying breath, she stood and moved towards the door. She paused when she found an empty hallway waiting for her, no Azriel in sight- but then, why should she expect him to be waiting for her? Morrigan had returned. He had others to occupy him.

Wrapping her arms around her middle to ward off the slight chill that had invaded the palace thanks to the storm, Gwyn made her way down to breakfast much later than she had the last two days. She stopped short when she found only the women seated around the table. 

Waving her over to the chair beside her, Nesta explained. “You just missed the boys. A report arrived from one of the Illyrian camps that necessitated some discussion. They should be back by luncheon.”

Gwyn took the seat beside Nesta, mechanically filling her plate despite her lack of appetite and listened to the others discuss their plans for the day. The storm outside prohibited any sort of outdoor activity, leaving them little more to do than lounge about the palace which Morrigan lamented, apparently wishing to go shopping. 

“So, Gwyneth,” Morrigan said, turning a curious stare on Gwyn. “How long are you intending to stay with us?”

Gwyn froze. Why did she ask? Was she so eager to be rid of a potential rival for her lover’s affections? She needn’t worry. “Actually,” she said, placing her hands in her lap and giving up any pretense of eating. “I had intended to return home this afternoon.”

“So soon?” Nesta asked, setting down the pastry she’d been nibbling on. 

“I- there are some things I should attend to after being gone so long,” she answered vaguely. Which was not entirely untrue. She had never spent this much time away from her home and she wished to ensure the reef surrounding her little abode was well, especially due to the storm which would occasionally cause ships to run aground, causing damage to the delicate ecosystems.

“You’ve only been here two days,” Nesta protested. “Surely you can manage a few more. Is there not anyone else who can see to your affairs while you’re gone?”

Gwyn smiled sadly. “I’m afraid not.” She had vaguely mentioned to her and Feyre that she lived alone but had not gone into any detail. They both gave her knowing looks in return that spoke of a shared grief. 

Morrigan, who had said nothing so far, watched her with a curious expression. “Do you need a lift home? I could winnow you back to your island and return for you once you’ve seen to your business,” she suggested.

Despite Gwyn’s initial inclination, she found she actually liked the woman, which made it even worse to know she had been the one to steal Azriel’s heart long before she had arrived. Morrigan was kind, intelligent, and in possession of a sharp wit. All of this on top of her unearthly beauty… it was no wonder Azriel had fallen for her. What hope had Gwyn ever had?

“Thank you,” Gwyn replied sincerely. “But my business will take more than a few hours. I would expect to be needed for some time. I rarely leave the- my home. I thank you for your generosity and hospitality while I have been here, though. Truly.” She bowed her head in the queen’s direction.

The look Feyre gave her was full of knowing and Gwyn wondered if her husband had told her of the bargain they had made. If so, she seemed as unwilling to interfere as he had been. There would be no invitation, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she desired one any longer. As nice as it would be to see these women again, she wasn’t sure she could stomach watching Azriel pine for another.

The four of them parted ways after breakfast, each retreating to their own corner of the palace to entertain themselves. Gwyn feigned a desire for more rest and returned to her room. With her goodbyes given, she saw little reason to linger. She had not said goodbye to Azriel, of course, though she doubted he would truly miss her. Still, he had been kind to her and she wanted to leave some kind of thanks. 

Plucking one of the pristine white lilies from the vase in her rooms, She tied the scarf around the stem and left it by Azriel’s door. She had no need for such things beneath the surface as the water would only rot the fabric. But the bracelet and carved star she would take with her and cherish always. 

Stripping out of her borrowed clothes, she laid them carefully out on the bed and wrapped Azriel’s cloak around herself once more as she took one last look around the room and made her way out to the balcony where she and Azriel had left for their flight two days before. As soon as she stepped outside, she was pelted with rain, soaking through her flimsy covering in seconds as she slowly made her way to the edge of the balcony.

Peering over the edge, she again felt the insistent pull of the ocean and closed her eyes against it to bask in one last moment on land. Releasing a sigh, she carefully climbed atop the railing before dropping the cloak behind her and stepping off the ledge into the welcoming abyss below.

[siren-amung-the-mermaids]

Syren meets a new friend

Days would pass, and our siren boy had done nothing. He would eat and sleep, and feel useless as he floated alongside the garbage from the surface. The lack of motivation was demotivating, as much as he hated it... He felt stuck.

As pathetic as a main character that doesn't appear in a story written for him. A fading piece of an old painting, abandoned with the hope that such memories never resurface.

A song called across the waters, and the night sky was just as dark as the foreshadowing tune. Our Sye followed, a new thirsty curiosity for the origin of the melody he heard.

She was such a creature unknown to him. A syren, like him. A life of isolation from his kind filled him with such longing for ages, but yet he still felt compelled to remain at a distance as he listened and watched.

Her fins were slightly different, larger. She was like a beast, a formidable creature, yet gentle. Her lights sprinkled across her scales and onto nearby rocks and sea-plants.

He watched mesmerized, until she dimmed her lights and disappeared into the darkness. Her song silenced just as quickly, leaving Sye to blink away his confusion. A shiver ran across his spine, making his scales raise. He knew well enough that his lights would be a beacon, but he felt so uncomfortable in the unknown darkness around him that he had to fight the temptation to do so.

Was she hiding from something? Or is he hiding from her? Maybe both? He let himself sink onto the ocean floor as he strained his senses to make sense of his surroundings.

Pain shot through his tail, and his lights flickered in shock. For one terrifying moment he saw her, fangs beared like a hungry shark, claws deep into his skin. He struggled against her and the ocean floor, mud gathering in the water making it musky, and she let go. Sye swam like he never had before. The pain held him back, and she caught up with him, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Wait!" She said. "I'm sorry."

He flicked his arm out of her grasp and turned to face her. The moment was still, but his heart was racing. She was a Leviathan! Her size dwarfed his, and it took being up close to realize such. As the shock subsided, the pain in his tail returned, and he gasped.

"Here." She said softly, holding him like a puppy in her palms guiding him to a more comfortable spot near the seafloor, a rockface in which to sit.

"Who are you?" Was all the words he had the courage to mutter.

She hesitated. "Will you tell anyone?"

"I don't have to."

"So don't then." She paused. "My name is Angel."

"Where have you been?" Was his next question, of several running through his head.

"Away from human eyes." She looked down.

"And mermaids. I thought you were one of them."

"You tried to kill me." He paused in thought.

If Sye was a mermaid, he would be dead. It could have been Raymond, as formidable as he is. The realization of the threat she posed sank into his gut like a brick. The silence became overwhelming, as he sat with a bleeding tail silently hoping to wake up from this dream.

"You're that siren boy." She realized. "The one raised by that merman who gained credit for our people's execution..." She trailed, seething in hatred.

His pulse raced. "Are you going to kill me?"

Her gaze softened. "No."

She looked away.

"No, it's not your fault you were made an orphan."

Those words unexpectedly stung in his heart. It's true. Raymond had killed his father, his mother, he even admitted to doing so when he was old enough to ask.

Still, in this knowledge, Raymond was the only company he had. He stayed behind in the ocean while the other mermaids returned to land. When even humans feared to be near the water. Raymond learned the hard way how to raise him, through night terrors, tantrums and scars. One still etched across his face, almost rendering him half blind and half deaf. It's astonishing the damage Sye had done even at such a age, but Raymond persisted. He stayed. He was all he knew.

... And she just tried to kill him.

"I'm sorry but I have to go." He tried to get up before she swam to block his path.

"Don't you wanna know more about your own people? Where we have been? You could help us return to Marianna!" She insisted.

"I do..." He trailed. "I can't help with an injured tail. Humans have healers that can help me, and I'll come back." He said, without any intention to do so.

"...Fine."

With that, Sye painfully swam back home, utilizing the current of the water as much as he could. Morning came before he reached Raymond outside town, who immediately came to his aid, the most worried he'd seen him. The first chance he had, he fell asleep, as the exhaustion finally prevailed.