#mostly these tags are a reminder to myself

[dakota1435]

Moonlight Blood – Vampire!Sylus X Reader ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

Word Count: 2.8k

tags: NSFW!!, blood mention, sylus is consent king

(Previous chapters on my page)

Chapter 5

For the rest of the time, you don’t see Sylus nor the twins. It astonished you a bit, how much they left you alone. Given such privacy, you decided to wander down the same hallways, same corridors. There were definitely parts of the mansion you haven’t seen yet, but maybe that was for the best. You enter a broad common room, one that actually has a large glass window. The sun was rising, you noticed. Your sense of time has been skewed since you’ve arrived, considering there were a lack of windows, and mostly saw Sylus at night. Oddly enough, you didn’t really feel different.

As you stare out of the window, watching the sky blend with colors, you hear a low voice behind you.

“Do you miss the sun?” Sylus asked. You turned around, a little unphased at his sudden appearance. He lounges comfortably in a large leather chair.

“I do,” you answered honestly, “but I never saw the night sky as much. It is beautiful and comforting in some way.” Sylus takes a glance at you as you spoke, but doesn’t respond. “Where were you?” You spoke again, hoping to fill the thick silence in the air.

“Wrapping up some loose ends from the auction earlier.” He smirks, his canines flashing. You didn’t know what to say to that.

“The sun is coming up, shouldn’t you…be away?” You said, choosing your words carefully.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No! No I—”

“The sun isn’t going to kill me, kitten, it probably takes a lot more than that,” he interrupted, finding entertainment in your anxiety. “But, I don’t like it either. I was going to leave soon,” he admitted. It made you realize you just didn’t know anything about Sylus. Mysterious as ever. He stands up and calmly walks towards you. It takes a few paces before his height is towering over you. You don’t move, unsure if it was fear or curiosity that kept you rooted in your spot. He tucks your thick, long hair behind your ear. He looked down at you as if you weren’t real, that touching your hair brought him back to reality.

“Can I ask you something?” You felt a dash of courage reach up to you. So far, you’ve been able to speak freely in front of Sylus. But you were never going to push the limit.

“Speak.”

You take a breath, as if preparing your question. “How often do you need to… feed?” The last word barely came out. You averted your gaze, almost embarrassed you were asking such a question. It felt too personal for someone like Sylus. Much to your surprise, he snickers.

“I take care of myself when I need to.” His words were a bit vague. A thought popped in your mind and you blurted it out without thinking.

“Are you feeding from other people?” As the question leaves your lips, you feel something uneasy in your gut. Your heartbeat begins to pick up, no doubt Sylus wouldn’t notice. You don’t know why you would feel uncomfortable with Sylus feeding from someone other than you. Sure, you didn’t want him to hurt innocent people. But that’s what he bought you for, right? In the two weeks you’ve been here, he’s fed once. It keeps you on edge constantly, always mentally preparing yourself for Sylus. When did you become so submissive?

You feel Sylus standing deathly still. It doesn’t help the growing anxiety in your chest. “It’s not easy to control myself with someone like you. But it hurts, doesn’t it? The bite. I don’t exactly want to scare you off, kitten. I paid good money for you.” He places a soft hand under your chin, compelling you to look into his eyes. You realized he didn’t exactly answer your question, which was an answer itself. His touch was comforting, but his words reminded you of what you were to him. Just blood. That’s the only reason why he bought you. He’s taking care of you, because you are blood. Something churns in your stomach, a feeling you couldn’t quite grasp.

“You can’t scare me off.” A lie, but you wanted to come off stronger. That you weren’t weak, even if that meant willingly submitting yourself. You hold the eye contact between you two, standing your ground. A smirk teases his lips.

“I suppose you’re stronger than I’d like to think.” It sounded like an insult. He lowers his head close to yourself, his lips inches away from your ear. “Tell me, then…” his voice grew darker, huskier. It gave you goosebumps. “If I bit you right now, would you resist? Would you squirm in the pain I give to you?” His sudden change in demeanor makes you hold your breath. He slowly lowers his hand down to your wrist before firmly grabbing it. A soft gasp escapes from your mouth from the rough contact. He stands himself up, looking back at you again. Still holding your wrist, he brings it up near his mouth. You watch, silently, as he touches his lips against the pale of your skin. Not exactly a kiss, but something else entirely. It’s…Intimate.

“It doesn’t have to hurt so much, you know,” he said, dropping your arm back down.

“It doesn’t?” You questioned, trying to find the answer before he gave it to you.

“Give yourself to me. Give me all of you,” he urged. He slightly bows and extends his hand out to you. He was inviting you. “Let me guide you through the pain. Let me take care of everything.” The pink morning glow started to fill the room. You take a look outside before back at Sylus. His palm, face up, is waiting for you. Beckoning you, in a way. His tone was seductive and sweet like warm honey. You realized he was telling you to trust him. You feel your mind hesitate, but your fingertips tingle with anticipation for what’s to come. Sylus was difficult to read, but you knew that he was trying to be gentle with you. In his own way, at least. You take a deep breath, mentally preparing for what’s to come. If the pain won’t be as bad…then surely it can be more bearable. You take a deep breath as Sylus’ unwavering stare burns into you.

He won. Steadily, you reach back out to him. A wicked smile flashes his lips, his white fangs reminding you of what was to come. Your hand just barely rests above his.

“Come,” he commanded. Without warning, you are instantly transported into a dark, windowless room. You still grip onto his hand, afraid you’ll trip. A few warm lights emit in the room, giving it a visible glow so that you could see. Sylus doesn’t take his stare off of you. It was like he was observing every part of you, every reaction and movement. Taking a look around, you found yourself to be in the same room you woke up in after being bit the first time. Given on Sylus’ choosing, you assumed this was his personal room. “I hear your heart pounding. You are still frightened,” he pointed out. You didn’t realize your heart has been pulsating since you grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, unsure why you were even apologizing in the first place. Everything about this situation was unpredictable. You didn’t know what to think, let alone feel.

“Relax,” he commanded again, “you can handle it.” His confidence in you was harsh, but mildly comforting. He slowly closes the distance between you two, his close proximity causing you to be still. He caresses your jaw, his touch feather-light. It felt like electricity, his touch lingering with a buzz.

“Tell me,” he says. You look up at him, a little puzzled. He takes a step closer, your bodies almost touching. The back of your legs were close to the edge of the bed. If Sylus comes any closer, you’d have to sit yourself back on the bed. “Tell me that you’ll give yourself to me. All of you.” He lowers his head and places a gentle kiss on the side of your neck.

Oh.

You can feel the rapid heat swell in your cheeks. If your heart was already pounding, you weren’t sure if it was going to keep beating much longer. Sylus doesn’t move another inch as he awaits your response. You swallow, preparing for the words about to leave your mouth.

“I…I give myself to you, Sylus.” You whispered. He shifts forward a bit, causing you to sit on the bed below you. His body now hovered above you, his leg placed deliberately between yours, causing you to open up a bit more. Never, in your life, have you thought this is where you would be. Your head swam with racing thoughts of what was about to come. But, there was something in his touch that made you feel warm all over. It soothed you, like a heavy-weight blanket. You felt dizzy, your nerves tingling where he touched. It felt like fire and ice at the same time. He places another kiss on your neck, the sensitivity makes you want to squirm.

“Be a good girl. I’ll take care of you,” he reassures you again, sensing your nervousness. His lips brush against your ear before you feel his hot, wet tongue trace up the skin. The sudden feeling betrayed the breath you were holding, causing you to sigh out loud. “Don’t hide anything from me. You said you would give me all of you.” His tone turns darker, possessive even. You had no idea how to process any of this, it all felt like it was moving too fast. Your body and mind were at war with each other. You craved more, desired more, but your mind told you this was still a predator. A very big, hungry monster. His body presses closer against you, one hand embracing the side of your neck while the other grasps just above your hip bone. Another kiss to your neck.

You haven’t experienced another experience this close. Sure, there were people you flirted with. Talked dirty with, made out with. But this? It was something on another level. It felt ethereal, as if Sylus was a fallen angel made for you. Each touch, each kiss felt like liquid sin. It was rather intoxicating and since you were this far, you already decided you would give yourself wholly. You feel yourself become softer as his touch continues. You wrap your free arm around him, holding his head as you let him continue. Your reciprocation gives Sylus a silent permission to go further. He lifts his head to stare at you, his crimson eyes filled with desire like you have never seen. You find yourself already breathing hard, knowing your cheeks are red and eyes glossy.

At this moment, this was the point of no return. Holding the side of your face, Sylus lowers himself to kiss you. It’s soft and gentle, but as you return the kiss it becomes more greedy. His grasp on you tightens and you’re both moving with uncontrollable desire. You feel his tongue over your lips and without hesitation you open your mouth more. You didn’t care you were at the mercy of your buyer, a blood thirsty vampire. Dangerous and a killer. You numbed the thoughts with the current pleasure. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you told yourself. You feel your body becoming hot all over, a dampness forming in between your legs. A soft moan escapes your lips when they aren't occupied with Sylus’.

“Do you want more?” He breaks the kiss, his voice husky and deep. Your lips tingle from the kissing that you didn’t want to stop. Unconsciously you graze your fingers over your lips, feeling them plump and wet. You nod in response. “I need to hear you say it,” he said darkly. Sure enough, he didn’t move until he heard you speak again,

“...Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, flustered at his teasing behavior. “I want more.” On cue, Sylus leans back down to kiss you with passion. You feel his hand trace down your chest, over your stomach, and stopping right above your core. With ease, he slips his hand under your clothes. Your breath is caught in your throat as he begins to touch you. You hold onto him tighter, as if you could seep through the floor. He begins kissing your neck again, along with your jaw.

“Already so wet, are you?” Sylus snickers under his breath. You wish you could bury your face, a little embarrassed at your extreme sensitivity. His hand teases you below, causing you to whimper. Without a doubt, you were utterly soaked. He sits himself up, still playing with you. His brows were a little furrowed and his breathing labored. It turned you on more, to see that he had the same desire. You could tell from his piercing gaze he loved to watch you twitch under his touch. He wanted to see all the faces you could make, all the sounds coming from your pretty little throat. Sylus teases your entrance before putting a finger in. You gasp, looking up where his hand is. It was just one finger…yet it felt already enough. It slips in with ease, prompting Sylus to slowly move in and out. You couldn’t hold back the moans anymore as he thumbs your clit, lazily rubbing in circles.

If this is what heaven felt like, you were ready to go.

He added another finger and you felt full. You couldn’t imagine anything more than that. You dramatically reach out to him, desperate to hold and cling to. You take your courage and crash your lips to his again. Your lead takes him by surprise, but he doesn’t falter. His hand is working harder now, your moans slipping in your kisses. The pleasure made your mind blank, only focusing on one thing only; Sylus. Sylus, Sylus, Sylus.

“...Please.” You mumble. You could barely think straight. Sylus lifts his head, and his hand works harder.

“Please, what? Speak sweetheart.” You were already drunk on your own pleasure. Words pop in your mind but fade as you feel yourself getting closer. It’s as if he knew every sweet spot about you. Everything about his touch was perfect and it made your muscles feel like jelly. He takes his two fingers out for a moment, earning a whine from you, before he slicks them against your throbbing clit. He slips them in again, back to their original position. Feeling wet all over, a new form of pleasure overtakes you. You feel your core tightening.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, trying to concentrate on every single thrust and touch he gave you. You were becoming undone so easily beneath his touch. Your eyes glazed over him, seeing his starving expression. You think, now, it was time. You put your head to the side, exposing your neck as best as you could. You could feel your legs tremble, knowing you were close. “Bite,” you barely managed to get out. Your moans were uncontrollable, it was a miracle you weren’t hyperventilating.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Sylus said, his voice dark with lust. His mouth was slightly parted as he breathed fast, his fangs slightly exposed.

“Mmmf– Bite!” You yelled out. Sylus doesn’t hesitate after the words leave your lips. He licks up your neck before sinking his teeth down. While he still fingered you, his bite created a new form of pleasure like you have never experienced. Instantaneously, you come on his hand. Your thighs shake as you dig your nails into the back of Sylus. He cautiously removes his hand as he still drinks from you. Your breath was rapid, a light headedness coming in heavy. Well, you thought to yourself, it didn’t really hurt. Your grip on Sylus loosens, causing him to pull away from you. He looks at you with wide eyes, a drop of blood falling past his lips. He must’ve thought he went too far, but seeing you were still conscious, he gives you a rare, soft smile. A sheen of sweat wears on you, your cheeks still flushed. You were glowing from the after pleasure. As your breathing becomes more in control, Sylus speaks.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked plainly. You can’t help but laugh, feeling sheepish knowing you came just from his hand and bite.

“Yes.” You smile back at him, feeling your muscles worn with exhaustion. As you calm down from the orgasm, you can feel your eyelids getting heavy.

“You did well,” he praised, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear. Something about his constant praise made you blush. “I’ll draw you a bath,” he said, before promptly lifting himself up off of you. The physical absence made you ache in a new way, a way you never felt before. He goes into the master bathroom before you hear a rush of water pouring in. For the few seconds you have, you recall what happened. You feel your neck, the wounds already healed.

Something deep buries in you, and you knew this was just the beginning

[shift-shaping]

very bitter vent post under cut. ignore if you like dragon age.

one thing i will say about how people have responded to the lack of worldstate carryover in veilguard is that. well. this is part of why i dislike dragon age 2 so strongly.

what you're feeling now? that sense that Bioware/EA don't care about you as a longtime fan? the slow realization that despite all the love you had for the previous game, all the care you put into your decisions, all the speculating you did over what choice would be best for your worldstate, almost none of it matters?

that is exactly how it felt to play dragon age 2 close to release. not only was it a massive let down gameplay- and writing-wise, not only did you not get to make your own character, not only did you never really leave the city the game starts in, but there is essentially zero follow up for any of the biggest choices you made in dao.

yes, there are little snippets here and there. you get cameos, and those aren't nothing! i have defended and will continue to defend the little snippets of continuity we got in da2 and dai because they are important to fleshing out the bones of thedas as we've experienced it.

But.

that didn't change the gut-wrenching letdown of playing that stupid game the first time. what about the leadership of ferelden? what about the archdemon baby? what about the path your warden, who you spent minimum dozens of hours with, took to stopping the blight? you're telling me none of that really matters?

at least veilguard will let you play as a fucking elf. at least the devs are happy with it.

i'm not telling you not to be pissed off --you have every right to be-- i'm just being bitter and shitty because some people on this website put one of the most disappointing games i've ever played on a pedestal like it didn't make fans then feel the same way the lack of choice carryover in veilguard is making some people feel now.

being excited about dragon age 2 after origins and then playing it was like opening up a gift only to find it was a carefully wrapped piece of dog shit. and then you found out the dog had been mistreated the whole time it was alive.

and then years later someone tells you that shit was the best gift they ever received.

i genuinely, sincerely hope veilguard feels better. i think it will, if only because it has better hair options.

[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

wip wednesday—well, it's still wednesday somewhere.

have a bit of the fic that i'm not writing, which is unfortunately one of only two things my brain is currently willing to produce words for.

Fang Duobing jerks awake into the grey light of morning. In bed next to him, Li Lianhua lies still and silent. His breath isn’t rattling the way it has since they found him on the beach. He’s not shivering. He always shivers.  Fang Duobing's hands hover anxiously, and tears spill down his cheeks, because this stillness can mean only one thing; can mean only that after everything, they’ve failed. He’s failed. Li Lianhua died right next to him, pressed against his side, and he didn’t even notice. The feeling catches in his throat and chokes him, and a desperate, gasping sob falls from his mouth. He carefully keeps his hands to himself, burying his face in them rather than stretching them out, because when he touches Li Lianhua, it’ll be unavoidable. It will be real, and he’s not ready to live in that world yet, not when he can cling to this one, tears or not, for even a moment longer.  ‘Xiaobao?’ Li Lianhua’s voice is morning-rough but steady, and Fang Duobing discovers that his hands move of their own accord, pawing through the blankets to find Li Lianhua.  ‘Xiaohua,’ he gasps, still shoving blankets aside. ‘You’re—’ His hand touches warm skin, and he gives up removing the rest of the blankets and flings himself on top of Li Lianhua, as careful as he can bear to be, but desperate to know that he’s still there. Fang Duobing rests his forehead on Li Lianhua’s bony shoulder. ‘I thought you were dead,’ he says. ‘You were so still; you were so—’ ‘What have you done?’ Li Lianhua cuts him off so sharply that it makes him pull back far enough that he can see more than the shoulder directly in front of him. ‘I was so scared,’ Fang Duobing says. ‘I  thought—’ ‘What have you done?’ Li Lianhua asks again, sounding panicked. 

[nyaskitten]

Y'know what? I'm done! I'm done with all the hate, negativity, and all the other generally bad things we as artists, writers, music composers, etc say about ourselves!

This post is an us appreciation post because FUCK what the back of our heads is telling us!!

It doesn't matter if what you draw or write or compose or edit or ANYTHING isn't "as good" as someone else's, or you feel you're not skilled enough! ALL that matters is you're having FUN and enjoying yourself and that YOU take pride in what you make!

It doesn't matter if your anatomy is a bit wonky or the way you write feels a bit odd or the music you make isn't 100% or whatever you edit is a bit lackluster! What matters is having fun, and enjoying what you make! Your art should be for yourself first and foremost, and for others if you feel like sharing!

Keep those drawings and fics you want to yourself for however long you desire! You owe no one on the internet literally ANYTHING! (unless you're doing commissions and were paid, in which case you do owe them something there's no debating this</3)

AGAIN, all that matters is you have fun making whatever it is you're making! No one else's opinions matter! You are good enough! I am good enough! WE are good enough with what we make, and you should never forget it!

Make what you want, not what others want! Write what makes you happy! Improve however you want, but stop comparing yourself to others! What they have, they practiced and worked hard for, and what you have, you've ALSO practiced and worked hard for!!!

Please, never forget to have faith in yourself! Love yourself, and love your creations! Stay creative and proud of yourself forever and always!

[calathazar]

oc + environment doodles or something

[great-tusk]

Ugh. I had a really bad day.

[motherforthefamicom]

redownloaded an old art program

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Right, so ... the Fell Bullet × Pursuance AU. I finally have coherent thoughts that I can post.

Fell Bullet!Heathcliff is somewhere between mortal and demon--he's not completely human, but he's also not completely inhuman, either. Keeping in line with the story associated with the Abnormality from which this E.G.O originates, Heathcliff was once a human who loved someone (Catherine) dearly, but he's long since forgotten her as part of his deal with Der Fluchschütze. He's also "undead," in a sense--his heart no longer beats, yet he remains "alive." His soul has fallen, but his body remains on the mortal plain.

Pursuance!Sherry is a more angelic being, and is able to travel freely between "the heavens" and the mortal realm--the latter being a post-apocalyptic setting wreathed in red smoke (this is based on the background for Fell Bullet's E.G.O). Since she's an executioner, her job is to roam the moral plain and find lost souls, who she then interrogates and passes judgement on based on the rules set by Heavenly Executor's Scribe (the Abnormality her E.G.O is from). Sherry does have a beating heart, despite not being human.

Since Fell Bullet!Heathcliff is cursed to wander the earth for eternity, he eventually catches sight of Pursuance!Sherry while she's busy carrying out an interrogation, though he avoids approaching her. Afterwards, he often sees her soaring overhead, and always hides himself from her if she gets too close--he's curious about her, but he's also shy. Sherry stirs familiar feelings in Heathcliff's chest, which puzzles him since his heart should no longer be working, and yet here he is, experiencing what can best be described as "love."

When the two do finally meet, it's a rather awkward encounter, but it becomes very clear to both of them that the other is special. But, while Sherry is driven by curiosity and wishes to understand why she feels this way about him, Heathcliff is more withdrawn, feeling more fear than anything else. He does like Sherry--quite a bit, in fact--but the feelings are almost painful for him, since he knows he's felt this way about someone before, but he can't remember who they were.

On top of that, Heathcliff is scared that he'll somehow "taint" Sherry--an angelic being--by touching her, which makes him extra cautious around her. He does everything in his power to avoid physical contact with her, but, eventually, they do end up touching--a simple brush of hands--and when Heathcliff realizes nothing bad happens to Sherry, he's more open to her caresses.

They do have to keep their connection a secret, however--a heavenly being falling in love with a fallen being is unheard of, and wouldn't go over well with either of the Abnormalities the two serve.

[batfamfucker]

Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.

Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.

[glstnbrry]

realllly big wip dump (and some stuff that will never get finished .)

[skitskatdacat63]

I meant to write more for a pt 2 lore post earlier but didn't end up doing so, so pls take these AU sketches(Mark & Jense and then some assorted sketchies)

[velvetjune]

judging people who played alan wake 2 solely on if they loved the musical sequence or not

[eccentricmya]

After experiencing the highs and lows of fandom on different social media sites, I have some advice... For myself and to fellow 'content creators' (derogatory) as we're called.

Pace yourself!!!

It's easy to fall into the euphoria of creativity after one successful work. After all, one good reception of artistry/writing deserves another. But too often I've felt inspiration dry out in the face of prolonged demand and our self-imposed deadlines to meet that demand.

Writers/artists can be just as guilty of rendering fandom spaces as places of 'content' consumption. I sometimes end up pressuring myself into writing more for the high of it, only to end up dissatisfied with my work because it's just not the same as my spontaneous ones.

Creative burnout is a thing in fandom, folks. Do not let it happen to you. Savour your ideas, let them marinate, then cook them to your taste, and then serve it to your fellows.

Do not give them more than they, or more importantly, you can handle.

And while your own ideas stew, reblog your friends' dishes, discuss recipes, leave reviews!

Because fandom is not a race, it's recreation.

[mintacle]

What I need:

Jason Todd in his slightly messy but homey kitchen at 7am watching the sun rise out his window. Hair messy from sleep and wearing boxers and a t-shirt, slight chubby belly (dadbod), just a bit unshaven, leaning his chin on one hand as he slowly drinks his morning tea/coffee.

[hundredowls]

silly oc doodle..... ballroom yuri

[waywardsalt]

bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20