#c: syd ripley

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S Y D - P O T E N T I A L C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

Below the cut are multiple potential connections & plots for a character to potentially take up with SYD RIPLEY. Please be aware of any trigger warnings before proceeding, and message me if interested!

TW // Blood, Sexual Mention, Violence

🫂 Sedate Me - It’s a hot summer out in the middle of nowhere- and you meet a wayward young adult with an ugly haircut and a dumb smile. He’s green around the edges, and came from a family in Louisiana. But you’re far from there, maybe a traveler yourself, and at some basement party thrown by the grungy underground queer kids of a derelict city, you get to talking- but more importantly, you get to experiencing. Whatever drugs you both take leave you sitting on a rooftop somewhere, throwing water balloons at street lamps to see if they’ll extinguish. You learn about Syd’s fucked up life with an uppercrust witch family of assholes. High out of your minds, you both make a vow to be best fucked up friends forever, locking pinkies. And when Syd moves to Greywood, somehow or another, you end up there too. Before or after doesn’t matter. Fate just has a way of pulling y’all back together again.

👊 Fight Me/Kiss Me - You hate his shit face. He’s always saying something stupid or brazenly convinced something’s right when it’s wrong. Not only that, but he shows up to things and always just seems to be trying to get a word in. You don’t fully notice the loneliness there, the way Syd tries to make friends. But you revel in arguing with him- and he relishes in it right back. Drinks at the bar turns into rolling eyes and pushes and shoves, until you’re both out in the parking lot. Until he’s under you breathing heavy and the stale beer emanating from your breath has him gripping your jacket and tugging you in. You both fuck and fight like it’s your job, and you’re not sure which you enjoy more.

💭 Miss Me - You’re a similar age to the one Ripley ‘daughter’ and you get along swimmingly. You both live out in Louisiana and you often meet up with the Ripley kids when they actually go outside. The youngest is rebellious and excitable, and even as a preteen, the Ripley ‘daughter’ starts to go by Syd. You two go off into the woods and hunt frogs. You see how deep into the mud you can go without sinking like a dead gator, and you go searching for elusive ‘mystery fish’, a favorite game of Syd’s. You’re kindred spirits, made of muck and algae and the smell of wet bark. Syd’s cooler brother Chet always calls you both ‘the little swamp monsters’. In high school Syd asks you to help cut his hair, and you steal his older brother’s car and go looking for ghosts. But Syd ran off on his 16th birthday, and maybe you’ve texted and FaceTimed, but it’s not the same... until Syd shows up in Greywood, a grimy werewolf with a chip on his shoulder. How do you both restart your old friendship? Is it tough, or does it feel like no time has passed?

👋 Introduce Me - You are a werewolf, and regardless of how long you’ve been that way, you are impressive to Syd. Syd, who grew up figuring out his life and only having a few friends, only to lose them all when he ran away to Greywood. He’s spent his life driving around not really having a place to call home... and now he’s here, a werewolf, and barely understands what it means to have a ‘pack’. He needs help... and you can feel it. He’s desperate for some kind of connection but often gets into fights instead. You think he might need to be taken under someone’s wing. Maybe he needs help being introduced to the pack, to the places they go. Even just being filled in on what’s been going on around Greywood from someone who gets it. Syd is desperate to belong but doesn’t know how to make that shown- and maybe you see that, just a little bit. He’s standoffish at first, but finds you comforting and helpful. He may even see you as a form of guidance or a close friend.

🏥 Help Me - You are someone in a car at night. It’s so dark out and your high-beams are on, and the radio is turned up. For some reason it’s slow & sad songs tonight, and you’re eager to get home. Roy Orbison croons. ‘I was alright, for a while, I could smile for a while. Then I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight, when you stopped to say ‘hello’.’ The next second, you see a small man tripping out of the woods and right onto the street. He’s bloody and his clothing is torn and his eyes are wide. He’s bruised up and terrified... and against the fear screaming in the back of your head, you help him into your car. His name is Syd, and he flops back into your passenger seat after you’ve asked him if he’s alright. He’s out of it and mumbling something about a giant hairy beast. He’s trying not to bleed on your car’s interior. He’s silent for a second and laughs weakly. ‘Shit, is that- this is one of my favorite songs.’ From there on, you start to talk carefully. He’s been attacked by a werewolf, and he’s bleeding- a lot. Over the course of a few days, you help clean him up and learn about Syd’s life, traveling place to place. You finally send him on his way. But when you end up in Greywood for whatever reason, you see him again, looking nothing like the scared, shaken man you met less than a year ago.

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P O T E N T I A L C O N N E C T I O N S

Syd Ripley - 32, He/Him, Cartel Muscle & Laundromat Attendant

FULL INTRO // TIMELINE

Under the Read More are different connection ideas based on Syd’s life. Feel free to message me or comment on the post if any of these strike your fancy and I can reach out to you to plot more. 💙 

🤛 Provoke Me - Tale as old as time. One of you instigates, the other gets pissed off, you start shoving, you start throwing punches, and then you start ripping each others' clothes off. You two absolutely can't seem to get along, but maybe you love the release of aggression. It's rough and primal and dirty but the two of you absolutely love it. Have you ever had a real date? A real honest conversation about feelings? Hell no. But you've certainly learned about every part of Syd's body and he knows way too much about yours.

📚 Educate Me - You do laundry at Topwash and you always see the handsome if not a bit idiotic guy behind the counter. He's good at his job but he often sees you doing work while you wait for your clothes to dry and asks you questions. He's a nice enough guy, you think. And if he wants to learn more, why not? So when you come by for your weekly laundromat run, you expect to see him and teach him a bit about something interesting you've been working on. He's always interested, and maybe you find it a bit charming how excited he gets about it. He even sometimes gives you some quarters for your machine. Pretty cool deal.

🤝 Help Me - It was a nasty fight at the Arène that you watched from the sidelines. The jeering and shouting and screaming from all the rich men counting money and smoking cigars. You're sure the smaller guy lost a tooth or something. After he loses, he's stumbled off and you just have a feeling he might've had his bell rung a little too hard. Good thing, too - you find him nearly passed out in one of the shitty bathroom stalls and you help him up and out. He ends up coming home with you - maybe you don't know much about mending broken bones, but you help him out and you both end up exchanging contact info.

💰 Pay Me - No one needs to know that you enjoy OnlyFans and cam-boy services. So you like watching hot guys do things, and you occasionally pay to see it. You might've perused your options and someone named SynfulxSyd seemed pretty hot. You threw a couple bucks at his stuff, and maybe you even did a monthly subscription. You never really expected to see him in public, let alone working at a laundromat. You don't know what to do - should you tell him you love his work? Keep quiet and go about your business? Or maybe just start a chat like a normal person? You did think he was hot enough to spend a few bucks on, after all. What's the worst that could happen?