#cylas keir

[bluecoolr]

But what if I shipped them 👀 what then?

@slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

Bonus Melvin ✨️ for your enjoyment

[devil-doll13]

omg

Cylas and Max moodboard? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

just in general, or maybe at the concert? I think both concert but also just fandom chatting vibes are cool.

they're just so 🥺❤️

This was a good opportunity to repurpose some pics I ended up not using for my first moodboard for Cylas! I hope you like it, I did both the concert and internet chatting themes that you asked for as well as general aesthetics for both of them.

(Cylas belongs to @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better and Max belongs to me)

[goldrose-star]

ok

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

idk who's OCs you know so uhhhhh

Max, Odile, Griffin 😂

or the Sinclairs

or Cylas, Cathryn, and Candy lmao

Again with the book hitting?? Welp 😭😂😂

(Just ask about the OC's and I can see if I know them 😊)

You know what?? Exactly in this order 😂

Write a book with Max, because yk 👀 guy writes fanfics and I think he'd have great ideas 💖👀

Read a book to Odile because I love her very much and she deserves some comfort 🫶

Griff baby, I love your crazy ass but I'd hit him with a book, because he sometimes just gets to cocky and you have to take him down a notch 👀

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About the Sinclair guys:

Write a book with Vinny, we would probably write about something art related I think? I dunno but I think that would be cool! 😊

Read a book to Lester. Some comfort for this man! 👀

Would anyone be surprised that I want to hit Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair with a book? Yes? No? Well, anyway. Same reason as with Griffin. Love this guy but he definitely needs a vibe (book) check every once in a while 😂

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Cy, this is kind of hard??

I would definitely read a book to Candy, because baby 💖

Write a book with Cylas, because this girl is lit!! Cool gal👌👌

Would I risk hitting Miss Vampire Lady Cathryn with a book tho?? Hell no!! ☠️

[bluecoolr]

Alt Cylas deserves the world 😔✨️💕

God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit

[angxlslasher]

“I will not surrender

I never learned to lose a fight

I´m afraid I´ll have to end ya

Now

You better run or else I just might.”

This edit is dedicated to the slasher OCs that my moots have made! They’re all badass and as tough as nails, but I still wanna scoop ‘em all up and give ‘em a hug🥹💖 also can y’all tell I’m loving making these??? It’s so fun and very satisfying

Music edit under the cut

Darrell Todd belongs to @coppasulfate

Damon “Red” Herring belongs to @cries-in-latino

Cylas Keir belongs to @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

Scarlet belongs to @kalid-raven

Art belongs to @cries-in-latino and @kalid-raven

Dividers by: firefly-graphics

[the-pinstriped-hood]

after hearing about the incessant frog-torture Cylas offers cat pictures (including one of her big ass Maine Coon mix Tiny lying on her legs/chest)

Percy scrolls through emails late at night on her phone and gets a *ping*

"At this late at night?"

She opens it and her heart melts. "Heard about Bo getting tortured by frogs, have these" - Cylas.

There were tons of cat pictures in the folder including one of a beautiful main coon. She gently tapped Bo on the shoulder to show him and the snuggled closer together to look at cats.

(Thanks Cylas! You really calmed his nerves!)

[bluecoolr]

I missed drawing girls 🥺💗

@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary

[bluecoolr]

He will pick them up a lot!! 💙 shake em around to tease 😂 and yes he adores them!

sometimes your f/o just wants to pick you up and shake you around. sometimes you just rotate in their mind like a salad spinner. your f/o is always thinking about you and adores you.

[devil-doll13]

YES FOR HAPPIER BC GOODISH NEWS

Cylas, Mischa, Sirius Black ;D

Cylas

Mischa

Sirius

[slaasherslut]

as the resident Lester specialist:

how would he react to finding a broken down car and some five people walking along the road?

(yes this is about Cylas etc aaaaaaa)

actual footage of me ^

Lester would immediately put his game face on. Couple people with a broken down car? That's easy pickings for Lester, over the decades doing what he did became normalcy. But we've all seen the movie and this man is a sucker for someone pretty, and Cylas would be right up his alley. Like all of his attention would be on her and he would not be able to stand her friends. He would definitely offer Cylas a ride into Ambrose just to be with her longer and get a good look at her. On the outside he would be chill about her friends coming too but inside he would be so disappointed it wasn't just the two of them.

"What's a pretty little thing like yourself doin' with these knuckleheads anyway?"

[probably-a-plant-thing]

*observing Skulk from afar like a weirdo (even though it's mostly a lack of social skills and insecurity)* - Cylas Keir, very invested in Darrell's love life

Ya can't out-stalk the stalker

[bluecoolr]

OH MY GOOOOODD 💙💙💙 They're both so beautiful!!!

Little doodle of @bluecoolr 's Stephanie and colored @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better 's Cylas doodle .

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm gonna make that everyone's problem

I like, follow, comment, and send asks from ajarofpickledtears

header art by probably-a-plant-thing, featuring his OC Marshall and rottent33th's OC Griffin

avatar is devil-doll13's OC Adam, art by probably-a-plant-thing as well

Masterlist

Sinclair self-love reminders ❤️ (brought to us by @slasherlouvre)

.cylas on Discord, feel free to hit me up but tell me your url and/or that you're from tumblr, I don't usually accept friend requests from names I don't know, nor respond to a stranger saying "hi" or "how are you"

pronouns page thingy?

tumblr guide for new users (not mine)

I just want to write possibly angsty AU stuff about mine and other people's OCs is that really too much to ask

adding a cut/keep reading on mobile

If you type “ :readmore: ” (the stuff within the quotation marks but not the quotation marks) and then press enter it will add a “keep reading” line break

colon (:) no space, the word readmore, no space, another colon (:), enter

and when you post it will post as a normal “keep reading”

[bluecoolr]

another mental image I just had due to the Darrell cuddling Skulk and Red thing

Darrell sleeps over at Cylas' place and wakes up to her Maine Coone/Ragdoll mix (assumed, one of the parents at least was a Ragcoon, no info on the second one though) on his chest (she a big girl, probably weighs about 15 pound and might be able to almost span the length of his torso when stretching out? has possible tackled Cylas to the ground before 😂)

bonus points if he hadn't previously seen her before cause babygirl's shy, and just saying "yeah this cat is huge", especially coming from a smol person, might not be able to fully prepare a person

(yes I want a big ass cat irl)

Tiny my beloved 🥺💖

She's babygirl and soft and curious and just wants to see the stranger who's staying over. So she hobbles into the room and stealthily settles down on Darrell's chest. Babygirl starts purring because she's comfy - free massage for Darrell ✨️

Darrell wakes up and is startled because ⁉️ what da??? Big cat?? Wild animal??!

but Tiny gives him the biggest 🥺 eyes and he's like "Aww shucks I guess you're ok. Can't believe I didn't see you when I came in last night." All the while Darrell's wondering how Cylas manages because like you said babygirl is HUGE!!

[bluecoolr]

Finally sat down to make a commentary on this <3 

Like Sol, I too am suspicious like... is it coincidence or were they expecting Cylas? 

She had tried to run and hide from something that was inside of her, like a child hiding under the blanket. If you can’t see the monster, it can’t see you

The way this is worded. I love it. 

torn apart by the guilt over the absence of guilt that she should be feeling, the shame caused by feeling justified in the horrible things she did

I feel this. I’m reminded of that line in the act of contrition: “...I have greatly sinned [...] in what I have done and in what I have failed to do.” Sometimes the lines between what’s moral and simply satisfactory blur you know? By whose rule do we measure the “rightness” of something (I scream at the sky)?

She practically slunk out of bed, exhaustion seemed to have settled in her bones by now, ingrained itself deep within her as if it was a part of her.

My poor beloved bean... This line hits really. I’ve felt this way to often, and the way you were able to get that feeling exactly with so little words astounds me. <3

If someone like him believed there was a God and shared his thoughts and feelings with such confidence, how could it be wrong? How could it be untrue?

For the life of me, I cannot find the exact passage from the bible but I swear I read in the book of revelation about an antichrist-like character given a false crown and a robe covered in blasphemous words. That’s literally what Alt Darrell it but he is so bedazzling that you can’t see it. I love love love the way you described him here!!!

This is so beautifully written and if there ever is a new part please do tag me!!! <3

Nothing Compares To The Promise I Have In You

When I say that this version of Cylas has a kind of unhealthy relationship with Father Darrell Todd and idolises him, I am not lying.

Characters: alt timeline Cylas, alt timeline priest Darrell

Words: 1160

Content warnings: Christianity, guilt about non-specified "bad things", somewhat obsessive thoughts towards the end?

divider by firefly-graphics

She’d never been much of a religious person. 

Heck, the last time she’d attended any kind of church function had been almost a decade ago. And even then, she hadn’t been an act of faith, she had more been moved by... curiosity? Boredom? It had been something to do, and something most people did. Plus, as a bonus she hadn’t even considered before, it had made her grandma happy. 

But things had changed since then. A lot had changed since then. 

She hadn’t come to this town for the pastor or religion or anything either, she had wanted to get away, to hid from her "demons” - a quite fitting description in hindsight. She had tried to run and hide from something that was inside of her, like a child hiding under the blanket. If you can’t see the monster, it can’t see you. 

But monsters had found her; when walking down the street, oblivious to the man who had been watching her for weeks. Then, somewhere in the middle of the woods, after she had clawed her way out of an early grave. They had found her, grabbed her, infected her. She had survived and escaped their physical forms, but their evilness had left an impression. 

She could not get away. 

So, after another night of tossing and turning, torn apart by the guilt over the absence of guilt that she should be feeling, the shame caused by feeling justified in the horrible things she did, she figured... why not? Why not attend a service? It was only hours before morning broke, and she could easily make it to the Sunday sermon. 

Up until then, the talk of the other people hadn’t affected her much. The fact how everyone seemed to adore the priest had seemed almost unsettling, their apparent belief that he was the most holy of beings on earth, the looks they shot her and every other “outsider”. But at this point, she felt she had run out of options. Nothing worked, she couldn’t get those urges to stop, nor did she manage to fight them off. And turning herself in to the police to get locked up – again – wasn't an option either. 

She practically slunk out of bed, exhaustion seemed to have settled in her bones by now, ingrained itself deep within her as if it was a part of her. This early, the water would take forever to heat up, but she figured a cold shower couldn’t hurt. Maybe it would manage to wake her up. For all she knew, she didn’t deserve nice things anyway. Finding clothes she deemed appropriate for church was more of a struggle than she had expected, plus, she had seen what the women around town usually wore. She didn’t have anything like it. 

After a while of searching, she got dressed in something simple, and went to rang her neighbours’ doorbell, hoping that the woman and her husband were awake already. They had been nice and welcoming so far, the woman, Sophia, regularly inviting her to come to church with them. Still, she felt supremely awkward when her husband Johnathan opened the door, though he had the very least seemed to already have finished getting dressed. She would’ve hated to be a bother. 

Luckily, they were friendly as always, repeatedly assuring her that she was not a bother. She had only wanted to ask if they though her attire was passable, and for some pointers on how to act, but Sophia had basically dragged her inside and to the wardrobe, picking out clothes that the woman considered might fit her. Then, she was encouraged to go change in the bathroom, see if everything fit – which it, surprisingly, did – and asked if she was ready to go. 

She did have her keys, and Sophia assured her she didn’t really need anything else, they wouldn’t be gone for long and the church was just down the road, so off they went. She had never seen the other woman this excited about anything before, but instead of being put off by it, it was infectious. She almost forgot the reason she’d decided to go in the first place. 

Upon entering the building however it all came crashing down on her and she slowed, but Sophia reassuringly squeezed her hand, looking at her with a smile so full of kindness she almost wanted to cry. Sophia didn’t let go of her hand as they walked past the empty pews towards the front, not many people had arrived yet, and the woman kept glancing over at her to check how she was feeling. It was nice to feel so genuinely cared about. This alone would be reason enough for her to attend church regularly, just to make her neighbour happy and maybe even form a friendship. 

Cylas Keir had never been much of a religious person. Despite even attending a Christian elementary school – the only one that had been close to where they had lived. She’d had classes where the teacher had taught them about the bible, every morning there had been gatherings of all students in the gym where they’d say prayers and sing religious songs – except on Fridays where they’d go to the actual church – but it had just seemed like yet another thing people just did. Similar like Christmas songs or stories, the things from the bible sounding not much truer than fairy tales. As a child, she hadn’t known that some people actually believed all that. 

Even when she had sat in the church, Sophia with that gentle smile to her right, another woman she had seen in passing to her left – the look of surprise also quickly melting into a smile instead of the judgement she had expected – she had still felt out of place. Full of doubt if this was the right thing, her, a non-believer going to church out of despair, hoping for... for what? God to save her? A sign? She had felt silly, then, and only her neighbour’s grounding touch had kept her calm. 

But then, he had stepped out. The priest, Darrell Todd if she remembered correctly, illuminated by the rainbow lights of the sun shining through the stained-glass windows. Someone could have told her he was a literal angel sent to earth and she would have believed it. And once he began to speak, all doubt disappeared. His voice carried such conviction, sincerity, and honest belief, she didn’t have it in her to question his words. If someone like him believed there was a God and shared his thoughts and feelings with such confidence, how could it be wrong? How could it be untrue? 

She had realised she had been a fool. And that maybe, maybe there was a way to help her. Maybe the solution had been here all along. If there was anything, anyone who could help her, it was him. 

He was her last, and possibly only, chance of salvation. 

this did not come to me in a dream but while brushing me teeth last night but it was past 1 am so

@bluecoolr shout out to you for giving us alt timeline Darrel <3

@solmints-messyocdiary Odile and alt timeline Cylas have such a healthy relationship with religion, huh?

@rottent33th @the-pinstriped-hood @slaasherslut @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm

[bluecoolr]

What makes you think Scarlet hasn't got Darrell in her lap, asking him to pitch in about his opinion now and then? 👀

rn I'm just imagining Scarlet and Cylas hanging out, casually talking about torture methods and ways to get blood out of clothes like it's the most normal thing in the world xD

You are absolutely right, that is the kind of stuff Scarlet loves to talk about, and she's always eager to help out as well as learn something new! Cylas and Scarlet are going to get along very well 🤣👌