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[sniickerdoodlle]

Redraw of a (very) old piece from the Flux Buddies finale, still really proud of this one!!

DO NOT repost/reproduce my work Absolutely NO A I or N F T of my work

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An eternity of thanks to my wonderful and incredibly talented friend, @sniickerdoodles, who did such a beautiful job bringing Consort! Naomi to life.

It means so much to get to see her how I pictured her in my head. Ammi, your work is just stunning!! I find something new to fall in love with every time I look at this. Please check out Ammi's other gorgeous pieces on her Tumblr!!

[amoremagnificentbastard]

OC Insight / What kind of love are you?

Rules: take this uquiz as your OC and share the result.

Thank you to @sniickerdoodles for giving me an excuse to yell about my girl Diana! I don't know how this quiz is so accurate, but here we are.

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Anyway, I cry. Tagging @aevallare, @brain-rot-central, @nyx-knox, @locallegume, and anyone else who'd like to play!

[floufli]

Your blood on my hands, it warm.

Chapter 1 : Linked (5.3k)

Masterlist

Tagglist: @sniickerdoodles @babygirl-panda19

Summary:

After absorbing the power of the Aether Core and coming back to Sylus's base, you are left with more questions than when you first arrived in the N109. Sylus on the other hand, seems blissfully oblivious to your internal struggle and doesn't give you the answer you crave. But you know, after the vision you had, that the two of you are more than strangers.

He knows things you don't, but if playing along to this little game means finding the answers to your grandmother and Caleb's death, along with the Aether Core secrets, then so be it.

Being forced together for the time being would not bother you if it helped you know him better, and discover who he really was too.

Warnings : a bit of sexual tension, tiny bit of blood mention, but things will get bloody and nasty later MDI

Author note: Finally baby number 1 is here, proofread at 1am so don't hesitate to point out mistakes or weird things. If you wanna be included in the tagglist just tell me I'll add you!

Surrounded by the soft classical melody of the vinyl playing in the background, you sat on the same crimson sofa you had been on for the past hour.

Sitting in front of you was the leader of Onychinus, the man who had kidnapped you, forced you-or tried at least, to resonate with him, and pulled you left and right in a matter of hours into unnecessary danger.

"Do you plan on staring any harder, sweetie?"

His voice was like honey, coating your nerves in a thick layer of soft fluff, calming you fidgeting despite your persisting dislike of the man. You didn't avert your eyes from his relaxed form. Choosing to observe with fake involvement as he lazily polished the gun in his lap.

Your gaze narrowed, a frown quickly taking over your face. If playing violin with your nerves was a form of art, you were sure people all around the world would fight for the chance to witness the scene actually going on. He was so nonchalantly annoying. Nothing seemed to faze him no matter what you had tried before. No smart remarks, no embarrassing gesture or act would even make him blink slightly differently.

Since you had come back to your temporary residence, you had bombarded him with questions. But he systematically refused to answer. “You’re not ready for that Kitten.” “If I told you, your already poor opinion of me that I just managed to up a little bit would sink underground, and I don’t plan on spending whatever time there’s remaining for this to come off with someone treating me like a lunatic.” And when you had kept on insisting despite all his words, he had pulled out the very gun he had made you use on him with the help of his Evol from far across the room, shutting you up immediately.

“Whatever you say, sweetie, I won’t budge. You saw it before on the rooftop, you will see more if we keep resonating.” His eyes, the deepest shade of red you had ever seen, shone in the slightest as they came to rest on you. His face was bare of emotion, but his gaze was intense, leaving no room for lies.

“You will have your answers, but you will have them at your pace and when you are ready for them.”

He ignored you after that. And that’s how the last hour passed by.

Arms tightly crossed on your chest; you felt the lack of the previous adrenaline rush catching up to you. It had been days now since you slept correctly. First because of the excitement of finally going to the N109 zone and possibly finding the answer you craved on your Aether core. Then, because of the stress of finding that damned brooch of his and the apprehension of actually going to the auction.

Your eyes were starting to grow heavier despite the morning being only an hour away. With each blink, you felt your grasp on your consciousness slowly slip away, almost allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber right here and there.

"Is my kitten so tired that she would fall asleep in front of a starving tiger?"

Well, there goes your sleep. You immediately shot up at the sound of his deep and rich voice, a cold shower on the warmth of your dream that was just seconds away.

Your jolting didn't escape him by the smug look on his face, the smirk you had grown familiar with coming to rest on his lips.

"Oh, did I wake you up?"

The twitch of your eyelid must have been more noticeable than you thought, seeing as his smirk doubled in size and the soft chuckle that escaped him. His crimson, oh-so-vivid eyes met yours for a moment, allowing you to have a glimpse of the teasing warmth hidden behind the layers of red. But just as your eyes met, he broke the contact, going back to admire his handiwork.

"Seems like the tiger lacks intelligence then, raising the guards of its prey when he could have had an easy meal staying silent."

Your voice sounded more venomous than you had intended, but for what it was worth, he did deserve some harsh words for what he had done to you in your short stay.

"Oh..." He examined the now shiny and immaculate gun, giving you that same smug glance before continuing where he left off.

"So you agree you are my prey then?"

Huh?

Your face went through a myriad of states in a matter of seconds- confusion, disgust, anger before finally settling on slight annoyance. You didn't- wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing you, for once thankful that his gaze wasn't piercing you, too focused on the weapon in his hands.

"Cat got your tongue?" That tone, the mocking all-knowing way he articulates his every word, pushing your buttons without even trying to. You hated this man, you really did.

Choosing to ignore his pompous behavior, you lifted your hand abruptly, forcing his own to follow your movement. You didn't miss the twitch of his eyelid as the hand holding the cloth let go of the fabric because of the sudden pull. The unknown link between both your hands may have stretched a little between its first appearance and the moment you came back to Sylus' home, but still, you couldn't get more than 2 feet away from each other before the familiar pull stopped you.

"The cat is too busy being bone dry and exhausted to get anything, and with what we went through today, I think following its lead and getting some sleep is more than recommended."

Before I try to murder you again and this time I won't fail. You kept that last part for yourself though, you may be tired, but you were not suicidal yet. And despite him saving you multiple times, when he was the one that put you in danger, you couldn’t forget who you were dealing with.

Onychinus' apparently immortal leader, obsessed with resonating with you and weirdly enough complaining about your demands until now.

You gently turn your head to face the slowly brightening outside, even in the N109 zone, where the sun could barely shine, you could tell when the morning began to show its first rays, along with the clock sitting on one of the many shelves behind Sylus still siting form.

You still couldn’t believe you had managed to resonate with him, thinking back, you had tried to do so by yourself after the shooting at the bar and still, nothing had happened. But on that rooftop, you had been able to see past his usual mask for an instant, and unconsciously…

You had trusted him when taking his hand. Even if just for this moment you had known you could trust him with your life. And you did.

Hands coming down to retrieve the fallen cloth before coming to rest on his lap, yours mimicking his so the link would not activate again, his eyes followed your gaze, seemingly unbothered. The display could have actually fooled you if you didn't already know of his opposite sleep schedule compared to a normal human being.

You were proved right when you witnessed the exhaustion slowing creeping behind his gaze, his blinks slowing at the sight of the beginning of the day. You let him ponder for an instant, your initial energy quickly replaced by your previous fatigue. You only wanted to get a good night of sleep, on a warm bed, oh so far from this man-but ah yes, the link.

Wait, how were you supposed to sleep with that thing?

Your mind raced at the best of its limited capacities at this instant, already dreading the fact that he was probably going to make you sleep on the floor of his gigantic bedroom. The thought alone almost made you regret ever speaking out about going to sleep.

You didn't get the chance to cry on your fate for long before you felt a slight pull on your arm, facing the opposing couch, Sylus was already standing up, waiting for you to do the same. Gently pushing yourself up using your free hand, you approach him calmly. You were too tired to muster any smart remarks right now and you knew he wasn't as energetic as a few minutes before, the events of the day slowly catching up to him too.

The moment you were close enough for the link to start fading away Sylus began walking at a leisurely pace, letting you follow him without needing to sprint to catch up. You thanked him mentally, even if it was certainly because he didn't want to use any more energy before going to rest.

You went quietly through the corridors of the giant manor he, along with the twins, called his home, too tired to really think about where you were heading. Following him blindly.

You should really learn to be more cautious around strangers when tired.

You trailed, half asleep behind Sylus’ dark form. As you take turns you begin noticing some familiarity in the walls, before your brain finally lights up. He is bringing me to his chamber? Your curious gaze focused on his wide back, trying to decipher what he was thinking. Maybe he was really just exhausted and would indeed make you sleep on the floor. You could not remember if he had some kind of cushioning by his bed, it being a bed mat or carpet.

He is way too rich for carpet though, it's probably hardwood or maybe tiles. I should've paid more attention when looking for that damn brooch!

Your half-formed thoughts were once again stopped when Sylus back came dangerously close to your face, causing a small gasp to leave your lips as you quickly corrected yourself to the side to avoid running into him. You almost stumbled down, thanks to your tired muscles and the soreness starting to settle in your bones.

"What are you...oh." Before you could come up with the rest of the sentence you realized you had in fact arrived at the doors of his bedroom, the sense of familiarity now making sense as your eyes came to view the heavy double door leading to his quarters.

"Sleeping while walking Kitten? Is this one of the other hidden talents you have yet to show me?" Sylus right hand was resting on the right door, his palm sitting next to the handle without really making any move to open it. Walking up so you would stand closer to his left, you gave him a glare. The mocking smile he harbored didn't falter though, only growing until his eyes creased in the slightest, making the deep of his eyes dimmer in the barely lit space.

"Are you planning to stay here and mock me in my state of so grand weakness and exhaustion or are you going to open this door so we could get some sleep?" The sound of your voice only helps in the slightest keep you awake, as you were slowly but surely falling asleep while standing.

A scoff.

A scoff? A fucking scoff? You were going to kill him, for real this time.

He opened the entrance to his suite just as your hands became fists, avoiding swiftly the avalanche that was about to unfold on him as he stepped in. You followed a bit behind, enough for the link to reappear more clearly but not so the pull would be noticeable. If he noticed it, which you were convinced he did, he didn't feel the need to speak up about it.

Entering the even dimmer room, the smell of Sylus cologne intensified, and you felt out of place. You had been here before, but it was different, you had a mission: find the brooch no matter where it was even if it meant snicking into his room in the dark of the night while he was taking a shower. Now, however, it was no matter how you saw it, something more intimate, him actually inviting you into his space instead of throwing you out. It was out of convenience but still.

You felt awkward now, unsure of what to do with yourself, thankfully Sylus had kept walking so for now following him again would buy you the time to figure out what would happen next.

Coming up to the night table by his king-sized bed with you following closely behind, he put away his gun in the upper drawer before turning around and passing by you returning near the entrance.

Your confused look deepened when you followed him once more. Wasn't he tired of running left, and right? And even if he wasn't, it's getting late for him, what is he doing?

"I thought we were going to sleep Sylus; don't tell me you have some other business to attend because that’s out of the equation for me."

"Oh, don't worry about that sweetie, I won't tire you any more, but I'm not going to bed like that - and neither are you."

"Like what? You mean you can't sleep without your pajamas or-?" With a sway of his hand, a tendril of red smoke appeared, pushing against your mouth - not harshly enough to suffocate you or completely stop you from talking, but combined with the sudden act, it was enough for you to become silent.

Your eyebrows raised as you saw him quickly go through some type of dressing, only sparing you a few glances from time to time. Not even a minute later, the red tendril disappeared back into nothingness as he held out a bunch of items to you.

"What? Whatever things you are into I'm not putting anything on. I’ll just take the couch and put it closer to the bed."

His brows furrowed in irritation, his hands pushing the items into your chest, forcing you to hold on to them before they could fall onto the floor.

"Could you stop being so hardheaded for a moment, you are doing both of us a disfavor acting like that." His eyes don't meet yours as he goes back to scour through the closed for clothing you guessed.

You scoffed at his remarks, looking down to finally examine what had been shoved into your arms. Separating the items as best as you could without losing your grip, you quickly made the list, a t-shirt, along with a pair of new boxers and trousers all of them a deep shade of black and way too big for you.

Except maybe the boxers, looking at the fabric, it seemed to be made to fit closely to the skin. Your eyes poked up through your lashes, looking at Sylus as he finished retrieving his desired clothes for the night. More precisely you quickly scanned his waist, the man was huge, both in height and width, that you had quickly known the very day you two met. But his waist, as if the gods themselves had decided to bless the guy, had been made slim enough to make your eyes catch on it multiple times during your previous escapade. And you knew you weren't the only one who looked at him like this, but at least you did it while his back was turned.

Which meant that the boxers would probably be the only good fit, the t-shirt and trousers? You would float in them but considering their purpose for the night-day, you didn't complain.

Your eyes then rested on the final item, and your eyebrows rose.

"Sylus why the towel we-"

"You seriously don't think I would allow you to dirty my bed after the events of tonight, or did you think being tired would make me forget basic hygiene Sweetie?"

" Well, no but I thought tonight would be an exception. You know considering this." You tugged your hand holding the towel away from him while looking at him expectantly. And surely the orange hue of the link appeared. Sure, sleeping with the vestige of your battle on your skin would feel gross but you could manage for one day. You were a Hunter, long missions where you were forced to sleep on concrete or dirt without showering for days weren't that common but not really rare either. It was something to be prepared for, and the bath when returning home was so heavenly that you almost immediately forgot the pain it was.

You thought you would quickly pat yourself with a wet towel to preserve some intimacy, not a full-on shower.

Guess he disagreed, looking at the way his lips stretched in a judgmental scowl.

"Your view on this, and your surely exhausted mind maybe didn't make you consider that even if we skipped it tonight -tomorrow, and the day after exist." He raised one of his hands to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. You really felt like a toddler who was being taught common sense. It was infuriating.

"Well excuse my poor fucking self-sir," Oh you didn't miss the way he tensed at that. “My stupid brain thought that the link would have loosened up enough by tomorrow so you know, we could shower separately?" Your hands were going wild, swaying up and down to accentuate your mocking tone.

"Because be sure of that one thing Sylus." You paused, pointing at his with hand holding both the towel and the link, the other coming the rest on your hips while holding the rest.

"I'm not putting myself naked in a closed and small room with you, sick bastard. Over my dead body." Your gaze was serious, although embarrassment at the words had made a sweet blush appear on your cheeks.

His smile darkened the moment the words left your lips, his right eye glowing in that sickening red hue that made your mind play tricks on you.

"Stop that." Anger lingered in your tone, accentuated by the exhaustion. You could've gone to bed 10 minutes ago and still, you were there, unclean, tired, and on the brink of snapping Sylus' neck.

"I'm the sick bastard and yet you are the one suggesting perverted acts Kitten, I never said we would shower together, you did that yourself." The glow in his eye subsided and he turned his back to you, closing the distance between the glass door of the shower.

You took a few steps but stopped before the transition into the shower and observed as Sylus put his own clothes on a shelf by the door, close enough to still be in range, but far enough for the shower head to not risk being drenched.

"Sylus how-"

"Easy, just stay by the door right where you are, and I'll stay right here." He said as he positioned himself to be just under the shower head. From where he stood, the link was clearly present, even beginning to pull on your hand, but if he kept his left hand facing you then there would be no problem.

“Okay, you got me on that one.” Sigh, you just hoped he wasn't taking forever when he showered. Giving him a last warning glare yo-

"OH MY! OH, MY-" The door handle slipped in your desperate hands as you struggled to close the door.

"DON'T JUST UNDRESS WHEN SOMEONE IS STILL TALKING TO YOU DAMMIT, PERVERT!"

You heard him chuckle, his deep voice just slightly muffled by the thin layer of glass. Thin enough, you realized, that if you really tried and came close enough with the glass it was almost as if there was nothing separat-

You turned away before you could do or see the irredeemable.

The sound of water hitting the tiles of the shower tensed you as much as it soothed your mind, a very corrupted mind by the way. You kept your linked hand near the entrance, taking the towel with a little bit of struggle into your other almost full one.

Gosh, I must look so stupid right now, standing almost pressed onto the glass while he is having the time of his life in there.

At least you could tell the hot water had made the glass blurry enough for his frame to be just beyond recognizable.

I was envious when he went in there first, but it was maybe for the better. I can't imagine him being able to keep his eyes for himself.

Yet that didn't stop you from taking a few glances, not that you could actually see anything.

Shameless. Truly, where is my self-respect?

You stayed pressed onto the door for a few more minutes, and the fight against sleep was beginning to turn into your disfavor. The warmth of the glass pressing softly into your back combined with the sweet, who would have thought, the scent of his body lotion or shampoo and the trickle of the water began to lull you into a semi-conscious state. Just Awake enough to not slide down the door and fall asleep.  You tried to distract your mind by taking the room more in detail, letting your eyes roam every interesting thing you could find. Surprisingly, they found the perch of Mephisto, you had been so much focused on getting some sleep that you hadn’t noticed the dark pile of feathers silently sitting just a few feet away. The mechanical bird seemed to be in some sort of sleep mode, so you couldn’t even look at it preening itself to keep you awake.

When your blinks began to last a few seconds each, the sound of the shower stopped, pushing you back into full, more or less, consciousness.

You take a look, only to see him approaching the door, your breath itching at the proximity yet how far away he was. You could barely see but by the sound of ruffling and the blackness surrounding his frame, you easily guessed your time waiting was almost up.

The door slid open the next second, and you stepped aside to let Sylus step out of the shower. The moment the door had slid all the way, the scent of his lotions became ever more powerful, completely engulfing you. I'll have to take a picture of whatever he has that smells so good, and it better not cost thousands.

He took a few steps to allow you the space to enter the now warm shower, a towel thrown over his shoulder while the same crimson robe hugged his frame.

"You can use my shampoo and lotion, just don't use all of it I just replaced them, and I don't like wasting that kind of thing."

You only acknowledged him with a small hum, almost jumping into the warmth of the shower the moment you could. You put your clothes where he had just minutes before, before turning to begin unbuttoning your top.

Sylus silhouette by the door frame made you stop your movement, the door still very much wide open. But before words could escape your lips, Sylus' hands had already done you the favor of closing the door, letting you exhale a breath you didn't know you held.

"Now, look at who is the perverted one. Have you truly got no shame little Miss Hunter?"

" Oh, shut it, I forgot now let me shower in peace." He was silent after that, good.

A small thud accompanied the last of your garment off your body, leaving you bear on the tile floor. You didn't lose much time relaxing in the warmth of the water or the sweet notes in the air, the shadow of the man by the entrance wouldn't allow you to. You quickly turned on the water, surprised to see the temperature was in fact perfect for you. You had showered after male colleagues or some of your ex-partners, but men and their lower body temperatures often left you shivering when you tried to shower after them.

Moving quickly before the warmth of the water lured you into the sleep you had been fighting off for hours, you made quick work of the dirt embedded in your skin. The clear water was now tainted with the brownish color of dirt and sand, along with a faint rosy taint from the small cut and dried blood you had accumulated tonight. The sting of the stream helped staying awake though, so you didn't mind it much.

Sitting on shelves embedded in the wall stood a variety of hair and body products for your choosing, but you didn’t waste much time looking at the labels. One at a time, you opened the lid and smelled its content, searching for the delicious scent. It only took you a few tries, the bottle still in front of the others following its recent use.

Seems like I found my new shampoo, and even if it does cost thousands, I'll just borrow this one, I'm sure he'll live.

Taking another bottle of random soap, you cleaned yourself thoroughly, paying extra attention to not tangle your hair in your haste. After rinsing and repeating to make sure all the shampoo and dirt were out of your hair you turned off the water.

Immediately, a chill ran up your spine, and you almost jumped on the towel resting on the track. You patted yourself dry before roughly gathering your hair into the towel and throwing it over your head when you were sure it would hold on its own. Sleep was only a boxer, T-shirt, and a pair of trousers away.

Although, you couldn't stop the blush creeping on your cheeks as you held the boxers. Your hesitation only lasted a moment, and you put the thing on without looking. The rest followed swiftly, along with your watch, even if it was waterproof, you wouldn’t bet your last communication device on your current luck, and the next thing you knew you were standing by the door.

" Careful I'm opening." You let a second pass before sliding the door open, sure enough, Sylus stood exactly where you had, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. His frame leaned gracefully on the glass, his arms crossed over his chest, he looked you over before pushing himself off the wall.

"You're taking the left side I'm taking the right."

Being careful not to slide and fall because of your wet feet, like seriously doesn't he have the budget for a bathmat, you looked at him confused but still mechanically followed him after closing the door.

"Wait," He continued to walk towards the bed. " You mean to say we are going to sleep together?"

" Are you going to say something indecent again?" His ironic tone was letting you know that, yes, this was actually happening.

"Sorry your Highness, I thought a peasant like myself would be forced to sleep on the bare floor."

"Yet look at me, gracious enough to share my bedding with said peasant."

Your mouth moved in unspoken injuries, taking advantage of his back facing you, but you knew he had good ears when he wanted, so you didn't push your luck actually speaking them out loud.

As he came by the frame of the bed, he took a moment to glance at his phone put on the nightstand. I didn't see him put it there, he must have done it when he put the gun away. Seemingly satisfied with whatever he saw, he put the phone back on the stand, and without wasting a moment more, slipped under the covers. With his tall frame, he almost didn't need to reposition himself, only slightly moving away from you.

He laid there, body flushed against what you knew to be the most fluffy and soft mattress you had ever had the luck to try out, his head resting on the pillow you bet was going to make you curse your own tomorrow. His white hair became just the slightest bit wilder against the bed, cupping his face beautifully as his red eyes locked onto yours, almost drowning you in their lazy intensity.

The corner of the cover was still lifted in an unspoken invitation to join him, the gesture too intimate, too banal for your liking. It made your heart ache for something. Something that you had possessed but that was ripped from you, leaving you longing for a familiarity long forgotten.

"Come on now, peasant, you don't want your lord's kindness to run out, do you?" His voice was too soft and lacked the previous taunting and teasing you had played into. Everything seemed like a dream, or maybe he had bashed his head, and this was the result of a concussion left untreated.

"The peasant would want more space, so hop your ass away."

You joined him behind the covers, taking the corners he held into your hand. The feeling of your fingers brushing against each other didn't make you shudder in the slightest. It didn't.

"Greedy."

"Annoying, move."

"You're acting as if I was the one at fault here." He began, his right arm coming to rest on the covers. He moved his body away to give you the space you requested. "But correct me if I'm wrong, I wasn't the one who put the leash on both of us."

"If you're so mad about the thing, cut your hand and just heal it back and stop nagging me." You threw daggers at him despite the sigh escaping you when you found the perfect position to sleep in. The bed truly felt like a cloud.

"Throwing me back my own words? I expected more from you kitten." He looked truly unimpressed, only faintly giving you a glance before closing his eyes. How easily he always cut the discussion short when things didn't go his way or bored him never failed to infuriate you.

Taking the pillow lying in between the two of you, you raised it above the covers to make sure it was big enough, prodding him to look at what you were scheming.

"Are you already going to try and murder me again?"

"You wish. But not today, I'm just making sure nothing happens." You said as the fluffy and plumb pillow came to rest between your body, separating them as best as you could with the means available.

With the barrier in between you and him, you felt the nerves that kept you awake starting to dissolve, finally letting you revel in the softness of the covers and the plushness of the mattress.

“Am I really this untrustworthy in your eyes? I feel offended.” Trust. Your exhaustion had left little room for anything other than short remarks and glares since you returned from the auction, but did you trust him?

You had learned that he wasn’t Grandma and Caleb’s killer, but nonetheless, he still wasn’t a good person. He was the leader of the most dangerous organization you knew of, and there were so many things you didn’t know about him that it honestly scared you. He, on the other side, seemed to know you to your very core, and that simple thing stirred something buried away in your memories.

At least before you could technically try your luck and run away, but now, even if he would let you, it wasn’t even physically possible.

You will have to trust the fact that he hadn’t killed you yet and that it meant he didn’t want to, he must have plans for you. That’s the only answer, that, or he wants to torture you before he gets bored of this cat-and-mouse game. Maybe you pulling the trigger when he told you to bore more consequences than you thought at the time.

Turning your back to him, you bathed in the soft glimmer of the fireplace you had forgotten existed. The soft swaying of the flames and their gentle orange shade reminded you of the sunset you often witnessed back in Lincon City.

Eyes closing on their own accord, you let your body relax, the sound of the fire cracking and Sylus' already soft and regular breathing lulling you to a well-deserved sleep.

[pinkberrytea]

✨Pinterest tag game✨

The rules are simple: go to Pinterest, search "your name + core" and post six pictures. Then tag 6 people.

Eeeee tysm @astarionancuntnin for the tag!! 🫶❣️

Did it for my Tav/Durge Mavka by searching for “Mavcore” since “Mavkacore” was a dead end 🤷‍♀️

No pressure tagging @locallegume, @zekeen, @bananasfosterparent, @sniickerdoodles, @kalmiaphlox and @honeybee-bard!

[amoremagnificentbastard]

9 people you want to know better tag

@sniickerdoodles, you're such a sweetheart -- thanks for the tag!

Tagging @shewhowas39, @cursedhaglette, @dad-pegger, @dalgursbate, @bloodsuckingfiends, @ghouliar0berts, @lyzelky, @astarionfreak, and @mutualcombat to play if you'd like! No pressure!

Three ships: Can I just pick three Tavstarion ships that rip my heart out of my chest? No? Too bad, I'm doing it anyway: Junestarion (with Juniper from @shewhowas39's Juniper & Starlight), Banstarion (with Ban from @brabblesblog's If I ascend up into heaven series), and Eleanorstarion (with Eleanor from @atsadi-shenanigans's these two shitheads series).

I also need everyone to know that it was very difficult for me to pick just three and I literally just ended up going with the ones I've read most recently. One of these days I will do a rec list, and it will be extensive.

First ship: Anisoka (Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano from Star Wars: The Clone Wars). My taste has been both immaculate and problematic since my first days as a wee fandom baby.

Last song: I think it was "Harpy Hare" by Yaelokre, but I refuse to pay for Spotify and I was on mobile last time I was listening, so I can't go back and check.

Last movie: I have to be honest, I have no memory of the last movie I watched.

Currently reading: After I finish this challenge  I'm going to finish reading AnyaRose's The Broken Love I Make to Her on Ao3.

Currently watching: Season 4 of The Chosen.

Currently eating: Just ate a taco dinner and I'm about to go get some Hershey kisses.

Currently craving: I've been on a chocolate kick lately, hence the kisses.

Thanks again for the tag, Ammi!

9 people you want to know better tag

Tagged by: @seabirdsong 🥹🫶

Tagging: @sniickerdoodles @locallegume @bardic-inspo @marlowethebard @sanguinesexmachine @kittenintheden @brain-rot-central @charmandabear @pickel182

Three ships: More than one with Astarion (I just love him so much and different interactions allow him to develop other aspects of his personality; my fave are him and Gale or Wyll or Karlach) / Laszlo and Nadja from WWDITS - does this really need any explanation? / Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (an old ship of mine, never beating the Wolfstar allegations)

First ship: Hmm, thinking back, it’s probably Ron + Hermione from HP (what can I say……)

Last song: Tabula Rasa by Windwaker and Dig It by Bring Me The Horizon are on repeat

Last movie: Lisa Frankenstein (9/10, very cool and funny, a bit gore)

Currently reading: The Seventh Function of Language by Laurent Binet

Currently watching: Sex and the City, House of the Dragon S2

Currently eating: Does Earl Grey count?

Currently craving: Some greasy, cheesy, pasta dish

[zara-renata]

a silly tag game

Tagged by my beautiful wife @thanekrios

last song: Bones Shake - Hazlett

last book: Still listening to Lies of Locke Lamora in audiobook format, it's fun, i will never be able to look at barrels the same way again

last movie: Ready or Not, recommended to me by thankekrios, it was funny and fun

last show: i have hardly watched any tv recently, but I'm slowly re-watching the first season of Arcane to try to be able to finally get to season 2

sweet/spicy/savoury: i can't choose, you can't make me nyah, i love food, all food, depends on my mood

last thing i googled: synonyms for the hushed murmur of a crowd - susurration was what i was looking for

current obsession(s): Sylus from love and deepspace, to absolutely no one's surprise

Looking forward to: i'm not religious, but there's a holiday choral concert tonight in one of the cathedrals in the town where i live that i'm going to attend with colleagues who i like, and i'm going to imagine sylus sitting in the pews listening with his eyes closed soaking in the music, while i also enjoy it myself. i have this idea of sylus taking mc on a date to something similar, so it's the double fun of research and just enjoyment

tagging people whom i don't think mind being Perceived, but please feel free to ignore: @always-just-red, @wearysparrows, @sichore, @relentlessconqueror, @verridaiya, @minniestarmj, @chuppiechanchan, @sniickerdoodles, @villainbait, @peachylynnie, @astracora

and anyone else what wants to share this with me, tag me please!

[honeybee-bard]

Thank you for the tag @pinkberrytea love u <3

Last Song: loml by Taylor Swift

Currently Reading: I'm waiting for ACOTAR to come in the mail to start reading that but right now the main ongoing fics I'm reading are @yourworsttotebag's Reality Check and @kimberbohwrites's Hope for the Gate.

Currently Watching: Make Some Noise has me in a chokehold man

Currently Craving: honestly a joint

Coffee or Tea: iced coffee baybee

A Hobby You Would Like to Try: I really wish I could skateboard but I have no time or energy to learn rip

An AU You're Working On/Thought of: I'm honestly not a big AU person most of the time, Reality Check is one of the few exceptions. I do like a good modern with magic AU from time to time though, and may try my hand at one someday.

No-pressure tags: @bardic-inspo @sniickerdoodles @marlowethebard @toxictoad @francisstarlet

[redvelvetpdf]

so. it's been a year. more than a year, in fact, but i met most of you this year, so let's take it as a year.

all of you, all of my mutuals, you guys have helped me so, so, SO much this past year. i've gone through some shit, but you guys have helped me get past it. you've supported me, and every time i felt alone, i remember you. because you're like me, you're my brethren.

thank you so much for all you've done. i'm sorry if i forgot to respond, i'm sorry if we lost touch, but please know i love you. if you messaged me or sent me an ask once, i love you. if you still talk to me, i love you. if you gave me advice or sent a reply to an ask game, i love you.

i love you all so much. you mean a lot to me. that's all i can say.

please, please take care of yourselves. you've made others' lives so much better, and i value you. you are important.

happy new year, have a great 2023 <3

(tags aren't working, so i'll try to put them in replies. but if you see this, you know it refers to you. i'm sorry if i forgot to tag you, but you're just as important to me

replies aren't working either. i'll just pin this. love u)

@home-for-the-slugs @gondolin-but-not-forgottenlin @girlman @xxsunset-seasonxx @people-wxtching @so-far-from-the-stars @archive-of-our-own @impuritiespdf @sniickerdoodles @lovelettersmp4 @so1987 @bipdf @hailraykin @hitsdifferentpdf @ad15124 @cherryys-stuff @im-in-love-w-the-way-u-hate-me @alonetogethermp3 @nonbinarycaitlyn @homogranates @joshisepic2222 @italian-wall-lizard @kiiraes

@booksscienceandmath @loverrr-girl @myopicmeerkat @springstarfangirl @gol-gappa @fyodor-the-whore @justtryingtosurviveinthepresent @feareth-who @sassychaostrash @maileesque @ozymandayus @tfischaitea @malfoytookmyheart @dramatic-and-damned @nakaharaswife @boombboi @aliens-took-my-iwa-chan @coffeencrime @frankly-dear @dancingastralwitch @xx0yeet-everything0xx @melancholicandlonely @alexanderthepatrochillestrash @burn-like-starss @demonic-and-gay-phoenix @deyjahvu @thewafflemaker @storm-ey @toomanyfandomnames @geeky-gay-greek @dolce-far-niente-is-a-vibe @aloha-from-angel @corrupted-aroace @itwasalwaysaboutthetea

@oikawatoorupdf @cnnamonrolls @loganofthenorth @shelly-stark-official @tj26 @burningdragonfestivalmonger @hahaha-darn-it @shit-written-in-glitter-gel-pen @bookgil @oh-hush-its-perfect @satans-poptarts @death-and-the-lady13 @oh-my-gufking-god @sierraveree @fierrochaseist4t @otbnaga @kittyloverremade @official-megumin @queerforestcryptid @the-end-is-heree @wings-of-angels @nightimestar @i-think-i-can-speak-here @lysanderavagoth @potato-jem @hicanyourepeatwhatyoujustsaid @paqerings @gayshitinfinite @moiistdirts @the-desi-theyshe @anna-jo @doublelifer @aveyssalutes @clifford-thebigreddog @red-sketch-pen @kadalakari @artsy-novs @cool-way-to-diee

[sniickerdoodlle]

Pony princesses! I love drawing overly designed ponies with this pixel brush hehe

DO NOT repost/reproduce my work Absolutely NO A I or N F T of my work

[kalmiaphlox]

OC patron saint game

awe thanks for the tag @pinkberrytea 🥰

Take this uquiz as your OC(s) and see what they would be the patron saint of!

I took this quiz as my OC Kalmia 🦎

Patron saint of bones

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

This feels oddly accurate for my lizard 🤔

Tagging if you would like to play: @busy-baker, @teamdilf, @sniickerdoodles, @preciouslittlebhaalbae

[amoremagnificentbastard]

OC Smash or Pass!

Tagged by @gilded-glitter! Not entirely sure who else has been tagged but I'll tag @bardic-inspo, @sniickerdoodles, @astarionfreak, @socalledfreethinker, @brain-rot-central, and @cinnamontails-ff.

Rules: include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Meet Diana Kismet, human Selûnite cleric (and Chosen).

Facts:

Height: 5'5"

Age: ~22

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: TBD??? I don't think she's straight but I'm not entirely sure what she is yet. She's definitely attracted to at least one man, though.

Pros:

Honest -- not in a blunt, mean way, but if you ask her a question she will be sincere and earnest in her response. (This becomes a con if she's like this within earshot of the wrong person.)

Empathetic -- it's easy for her to put herself in someone else's shoes and figure out where they're coming from.

Great listener -- gives you her full attention when you talk to her and really tries to internalize what you tell her, because if it's important enough for you to share, it's important enough for her to remember.

Persuasive -- not in a manipulative way, but since she listens and figures out where someone is coming from, it's easier for her to talk someone she cares about down from doing something stupid.

Loves physical affection -- hugs, hand-holding, all of it.

Cons:

Naïve -- she has spent her life surrounded by people that want the best for her and loved, supported, and (to her detriment) sheltered her. She's not unaware of Toril's problems, exactly, but it's not until the tadpoles that she realizes just how genuinely terrible and unkind people can be.

Lack of confidence in herself -- before the tadpoles, she held a clerical role with certain scripts she could fall back on and a fairly vocal goddess calling the shots. When it comes to important decisions, she hesitates to speak her own mind and defers to others. (Again, she feels safe to do this because she's always been surrounded by people who care about her.)

Impressionable -- easily influenced because again, she never had to keep her guard up before the tadpoles, and again, she'd rather let someone else make the decisions.

Very firmly set in her ways -- she likes her routines, and it takes a heck of a push to get her out of her comfort zone.

Shuts down when she's angry -- it takes a lot for her to get to this point, but piss her off enough and she won't even talk to you until she's calmed down.

If you answer "Other" I'd love to see why in your tags, but no pressure!

[floufli]

Sylus MasterList

Your blood on my hands, it's warm.

Chapter 1 : Linked (5.3k) Chapter 2 : Writing... (2.4k) it will be gore be warned

For AO3

All chapters will be posted on A03 under Floufli, do not translate, or repost this fic without my permission and don't feed to AI.

Chapters won't fit a schedule, I am balancing work and school so the babies will be out when they want lmao.

If you want to be added to a tagglist don't hesitate to tell me <3

Hope you'll like it, it should be ready in a few hours.

Tagglist : @sniickerdoodles @babygirl-panda19

[pinkberrytea]

Henlo! I’m mulberry, and this blog was created for the purpose of dumping my boring ass ps5 pleb screenshots from my ✨obligatory new patch Mav run™✨ because I can’t get over my girl. I’d also love to make some friends while I’m at it, so asks and dms are always welcome 🖤

Click here for my self-indulgent vanilla collection of Mav gif sets and screenshots, here for my Mavcore post gallery, and here for a Mavcore Spotify playlist! 🥀

Oh, I also am on ao3 now! If you’d like to support my (probably not very good) attempts at writing about elf d, click here.

masterlist✨ death & his maiden . memento mori . vanitas . requiem bloodless . la petite mort . jouissance

mav art✨ by @locallegume x by @sniickerdoodles x by @xxnashiraxx x by @runi-laster x

personal . fic recs . dividers

[poochyuno]

hey yo! so, since i won’t have enough time to wish a Merry Christmas to all my mutuals/other awesome people separately, I’m just gonna do it in that way!

Merry Christmas, and wonderful holidays (in case you celebrate it) to so many awesome people and mutuals that have made my life and year so much better 🎄❤️

you guys are freaking awesome! I’m so sorry if I forgot someone, and if you didn’t want to be tagged, feel free to ignore this post :’)

@negativefouriq @astridraine @anonaeonn @viv-is-a-clown @klance-daydreams @ellishevah @nonius-the-ninth @honeyyoubetter-believeitsbutter @katelfiredemon @ave-el @cecelovesrats @numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit @red-spider-lilies @redvelvetpdf @retvenkos @cold-tea-and-warm-soda @a-bit-of-magic @catnpc @mortalkombat4 @grnmoss @srijellyfishtempura @bluebayard @genderfluid-bat @zenithpng @corvus--rex @cluelesslesbian @stokertim @shatterinseconds @readerghxst @disheveledcatgirl @alonetogethermp3 @keithsgaycousin @snoopkat14 @sniickerdoodles and many many other people!

y’all are freaking awesome ❤️ (like I said, feel free to ignore this, if it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way :’)) god, i’m actually very nervous about posting this hdjdjdjd

[bardic-inspo]

Get to know me meme

Tagged by the ever lovely @electricshoebox💜

Three ships

Astarion/Tav (or Durge)

I am an enjoyer of all shades of Astarion and there's so many angles to take these ships, especially post game. He's such a juicy and layered character and I love exploring all those angles and how he interacts with a character like Durge, or similar, who has their own darkness to reckon with and needs support, too. Currently writing fics for both spawn and ascended Astarion and I don't see myself quitting the brainrot anytime soon.

MacCready/Sole Survivor (+Deacon!)

The first ship that I truly wrote fic for. I wouldn't be the same as a person or a writer without these characters. It sometimes amazes me how little romance there actually is in these games, but the characters and dynamics alone were just begging to be explored and sprouted so, so much fic out of me. "I never really thought of us that way" my ass. 🤭

Solas x Lavellan

God I can't believe it's been 10 years of this 😆 But as a tragedy enjoyer, the poeticism of this ship was just too perfect to resist. Getting back on my bs in time for the new game to (finally!) come out!

First ship

Oh gosh, probably something like Graystripe x Silverstream from Warrior Cats!

Last song

Last movie

Deadpool 3! It was a fun time!

Currently Reading

Aside from playing catch up on some fics I've been following for a long time...

I absolutely guzzled down By Proxy by @alcetryx in one sitting last night and I'm so feral about it. I have to properly keysmash in their comment box still but I gotta wait until I have some free time because thumb typing is insufficient and I have so much to say about this fic. Incredible slow burn post game with A!A and Tav all wound up in some juicy political intrigue. Their dynamic is so sweet and sexy and the pining and self denial is on a nuclear level.

Next up for new fics on my TBR list are @vixstarria's Bloodbang Chronicles and No Good Deeds by Garnett (who is a discord friend but I don't think they're on Tumblr!)

Currently watching

Currently in between shows/nothing atm, but looking forward to Vox Machina season 3!

Tagging in turn @coffeeebomb, @astarionancuntnin, @nyx-knox, @sniickerdoodles, @locallegume,

@marlowethebard , @brain-rot-central , @scrytpe , and @elinorbard if you'd like to do this 💜