#sys-army-knife

[sys-army-knife]

This system/collective is a bunch of freaks

This alter/part/headmate is a freak

This isnt meant to be the sexual definition of calling yourself a freak but idk how you use it :) also my first box posting teehee . Credit appreciated but not required!

- Mod Apollo 💥

[formidablefangs]

Let's talk about Sysboxes.

[Let's talk about sysboxes]

Disclaimer:

This is just an awareness post, not meant for fighting and whatever you chose to do with this information DO NOT HARASS ANYONE MENTIONED.

Dont go harassing the blog or any of the mods. You can block them or what have you just do not spam them with asks or messages or anything of the sort. If they ask to be left alone then leave them be otherwise that is harassment. Thank you.

Now as many might be aware already, sysboxes is a userbox blog for systems that claims to be anti endo yet has quite a bit of controversy around that and there mods, one mod to be specific though more mods are included.

If you are unaware, this blog has stated they are anti endo, but their mods dont all align with what the blog is supposed to be. A handful of their mods are neutral but there is one that is a pro endo mod.

The problem with this is because if you're claiming to create a safe space for systems excluding endos and then have mods running the blog who themselves violate that claim, you are not creating a safe space and you are going against your own stance by allowing someone to invade.

Below we have screenshots a user sent our partner including their own statements. Apologies for the lack of ids. I hope it's in order.

If sysboxes has not yet taken responsibility for allowing an ableist pro endo "mixed origin" system to be a mod in a space meant to be anti endo then they seriously need to. They are not a victim they are putting victims, that had horrible experiences with endos and follow them, in danger.

But until then here are some blogs that you can follow and support instead that are more transparent about actually being anti endo:

those mentioned are perfectly welcome to ask to be untagged or removed from the list entirely.

@sysboxed , @systiveboxes , @disabledsysboxes , @antiendosysboxes , @sysboxesforsystems , @antiendouserboxes , @systemuserboxes , @sys-army-knife, @foxboxes

[viking-raider]

The Frosting Captain

Summary-> Sy tackles a surprise for your daughter, Ada. Taking himself out of him comfort zone and elbows deep into frosting.

Pairing-> Austin "Sy" Syverson/Reader

Word Count-> 1.5k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Light Teasing, Soft!Sy, SAHD!Sy, Nurse!Reader,

Inspiration-> This Instagram Video (This gent makes me think of Sy every time I see him, and his confections look so darn tasty!)

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction! Part of my Syverson Family Chronicles! (You can't tell me Sy probably won't turn into Marshall, when he retires and becomes a stay at home dad!)

Ao3 Link-> HERE

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You entered the kitchen, returning home from a long day of work, to discover the last thing you expected of your husband of fifteen years. The tall and muscular, retired Army Captain, turned stay-at-home-dad, was bent over your chaotic center island, sporting nothing underneath your sunflower-print apron, beside his flour dusted, dark-wash jeans. The island and kitchen was littered with nearly every mixing bowl, baking sheet and pan you owned, along with rubber spatulas, wooden spoons, measuring spoons, and all the ingredients you needed to bake a cake.

Your face twisted in a stupefied expression of confusion. Sy wasn’t a baker. The man could cook, yes. He could grill a mean piece of meat. But the delicate nature of making cake to Syverson was like pulling the pin on a grenade. Something he’d rather not do, under any situation. So, finding him meticulously layering and filling a cake made you want to make sure you hadn’t walked into the wrong home.

“Austin?” You croaked, blinking at him.

Sy started, a glob of Peanut Butter buttercream dripping over the side as his hand slipped with the icing knife. “Hey, Sugar!” He replied, giving you a sheepish grin, scraping the buttercream off the side and back into the bowl. “How was your day?” He asked, stepping over to kiss you.

“It was all right.” You replied, nodding and kissing him back. “What have you been doing all day?” You inquired, cocking a brow around the kitchen.

“Oh.” Sy chuckled, a soft pink appearing over his bearded cheeks. “Well, um…” He cleared his throat, wiping his palms on the apron. “I overheard Ada on the way to school this morning, that she wanted a butterfly cake for her birthday. So,...” He twisted his upper body towards his hard work.

Your heart melted, grinning at your Bear. “So, you’re making her a butterfly cake.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking back to you, a little abashed. “Not sure how it’s going.”

“Well, let’s have a look.” You said, moving around him.

“I’m going for this.” Sy explained, picking up his flour-y, buttercream covered phone, to show you the vision he had. “I have her favorite flavors. Peanut Butter buttercream, with a chocolate drizzle between.”

“Mmm, sounds tasty.” You hummed, looking at the beautiful and simple enough looking cake, he was attempting. “How far are you?”

“I have one wing done, it’s in the fridge.” He answered, jerking his head in the appliance’s direction. “I just have the last wing and the body to do, then decorating.”

You took a cheeky taste of the buttercream. “Oh god.” You moaned, licking your lips.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Sy asked, looking at you, worried. “I knew my ratios were off.” He growled at himself, snapping up the bowl.

“Austin.” You gasped, grabbing for the bowl before he could harm the buttercream inside. “Your ratios are perfect.” You assured him, wedging yourself between him and the counter, stopping him completely. “You made it yourself, from scratch?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking down at it.

You cupped his face in your hands. “It’s really good, babe. Don’t you dare toss it. I will not forgive you.” You giggled, kissing him softly.

Sy sighed into the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thanks, Sugar.”

“Ma!” Ada’s voice called out.

“Christ, she can’t--”

You understood, flying out of the kitchen, stopping your youngest from getting anywhere near the kitchen and her surprise. “Hey, munchkin!” You greeted her, whisking her up into a big hug and twirling her away from the kitchen. “I missed your sweet face today!” You told her, smiling as you heard her giggle.

“I missed you today, Mama.” Ada chuckled, locking her arms around your waist and gazed up at you. “Can you help me with my math? Daddy is being a sneaky bean in the kitchen.”

“He is being a sneaky bean in there. He won’t even tell me what he’s doing. But I’m sure he’ll tell us soon enough, Cricket.” You hummed, stroking her soft curls out of her face. “Til then, let’s go do your homework.” You said, before guiding her towards her room, looking over your shoulder towards the kitchen, seeing Sy pop around the corner, holding up his phone and nodded; understanding.

Finishing Ada’s homework, you checked on your sons, Myles and Colt, finding Myles absorbed in playing Call of Duty and Colt with his nose buried in his latest book. You spent time with them, ensuring their homework was finished and they all stayed out of the kitchen, leaving their father’s secret mission undiscovered.

“Mama, I’m hungry.” Colt whined, coming to stand in Myles’s bedroom door, leveling a look at you as you sat beside Myles, playing Plate Up with him.

“All right, bud.” You replied, eyes still glued to your oldest’s tv as you rushed to serve customers as Myles ran the kitchen. “I’ll order some pizza. How’s that sound? You just come and help your brother keep our Cafe, Sip and Dip, running, while I do that.”

“Can I get extra sausage!” Myles asked, his blue eyes big with hopeful persuasion.

“Yeah, I’ll put it on your half. What do you want on your half, Colt?” You nodded, handing your controller over to him. 

“Just pepperoni, Mama.” He shrugged, sliding into your vacated slot on Myles’s bed.

Nodding, you slipped out into the hall, heading to ask what Ada wanted on her half of a pizza, when your phone chimed with ‘Simple Man’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd, informing you of a text notification.

Sy: I’m finished.

You: Not a moment too soon either! I’ll come down and look in a moment.

You pocketed your phone and popped your head into Ada’s room. “Hey, Cricket. I’m ordering pizza for dinner tonight. What do you want on your half of the pizza?”

“Extra pepperoni!” She declared, looking up from her tablet.

“On the order.” You smiled, then headed to see how Sy’s cake turned out for her. “All right, Bear, let's see!” You called, entering the kitchen and discovering him in the act of cleaning things up.

“Now, before you see it.” Sy warned, loading the dishwasher. “Just remember I did almost all of this by hand, from scratch.”

“I will.” You nodded, grinning at your husband, knowing, no matter how it turned out, Sy had put his heart and soul into this cake for your daughter. And that was the most important ingredient of all. “I’m sure it looks beautiful, Sy. And having had some of the buttercream you made, from scratch,” You said, seeing how covered in flour, batter and frosting his poor phone was, from looking at recipes and photo references. “It’ll taste amazing.”

Sy nodded, his unruly curls falling against his forehead as he moved towards the refrigerator, where he had it stored. “She’s going to hate it.” He gulped, his hand grasping the handle.

“Good lord, man.” You giggled, shaking your head with a smirk, putting your hand over his. “How many deployments? Three kids, that are your spitting image, in every way possible! And you’re frightened by a piece of cake.” You teased him, almost cackling with amusement. “The pin has been pulled on the grenade, Captain Frosting.” You said, pulling open the refrigerator door for him. “The only thing left to do is eat it!”

Inside was a cute and pastel butterfly cake.

An eight-inch round for the body, with the peanut butter buttercream and a chocolate ganache between three layers, for Ada’s obsession with Reese's cups. The wings were made from a twelve-inch round cake that Sy had divided and used each half for one of the wings on either side. All three pieces were carefully, but roughly, covered in pink, white and blue fondant. A valiant effort from a pair of hands hardened with callouses. Sy had done a little piping bag work with a green frosting, creating wobbling little lines along the tops of the cakes, down their sides and bottoms. He had even attempted to make a couple fondant flowers with the fondant he had left, dotting them in a couple places, before deciding he wasn’t very good at them and didn’t make anymore. Finally, for the butterfly’s antennae, he used two strawberry Pocky sticks.

“Well?” Sy rasped behind you, his eyes on the side of your face, studying it for every hint of reaction.

A smile crossed your face and you turned to face him, slipping your arms inside the apron he still had on, feeling the warm, but tense, skin of his sides as you did. “It’s gorgeous, Sy.” You assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. “She’ll absolutely love it.” You hummed, nuzzling the side of his face.

“You know how I know?”

“How?” He cooed, closing his arms around you.

“Her Daddy made it all for her.” You murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “And it is lovely, Austin.” You reaffirmed, brushing your fingers through the back of his hair.

Sy bent his head, his lips brushing your ear. “I left some of the buttercream and ganache, for later.” He purred hotly.

“You naughty baker.” You moaned, licking your lips and letting your mind wander, as Sy’s hands found the slope of your bum.

“Mama! When’s the pizza gonna be here!” Myles shouted from the top of the stairs.

“Right, I’m supposed to be ordering pizza for dinner.”

“What a terrible way to ruin dessert.” Sy laughed, kissing you deeply.

[web-novel-polls]

Smartest WN Character: Popular

Shang Qinghua from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (SVSSS)

Submission:

Hear me out: he created the world he transmigrated to and managed to not get caught for spying on his sect. He worked for MBJ and CQ (at the same time) becoming the most trusted advisor of one and a peak lord in the other. While he didn't remember EVERYTHING from his novel, it was a literal life time before. He's a mental swiss army knife, jack of all trades. He's not the best at anything, SJ and SY are definitely smarter, LBH is for sure super clever, but SQH is able to keep up with them. (And not get murdered! Way to go Airplane!)

Wei Wuxian from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS)

Submission: He is a genius and a visionary. He's invented numerous things that make it easier for the cultivation world to do their jobs. He also figured out how to control resentful energy.

Mod Propaganda: He grandmastered that Demonic Cultivation, man

[Anti-Propaganda is NOT allowed. Please be kind and respectful.]

[witchersmistress]

Bite me Sy

Hello my darlings!! Im sorry this took me a while to post, my PCOS is being a wicked bitch this last week and i have just been so so uncomfortable, but i did manage to finish this piece for ya'll.

Trigger warning: man handling, rough oral sex, female recieving, soft and fluffy Sy

word count: 2.4 K

 Sy chased you around the structure, you let out a squeal, barely escaping the big burly bearded bear man's grip. " Logan enough" you yelled back in his general direction. " I didn't mean to apologize again." Slow your speed, listening for the well trained army man.

" I warned you, sugah what would happen and now im starving" The last word was a low growl, you could practically feel his presence as you darted to your left only to be caught in his grip, you could only see him in the partial light of the setting sun but from what you could see, the man looked like a god.

Pinning me to the side of the house he caged my head  with his big muscular arms, his intricate tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark tee. His blue eyes looking fluorescent in the setting sun, his white canines glinting on the edge of his lips, turned up in a wicked grin.

“Now that I have you, my pretty little thing..” moving his arms from around my head to gripping my hips and drawing closer to my face, our lips just barely touching. My lips began to tremble as he kneaded my hips. “I'm going to eat you raw, until there is nothing left, every tender and juicy morsel will not be left untouched and without my mark so you won't ever forget” he latched on to my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth before devouring me. It was a clash of tongues, and teeth. His hands sliding down my hips, parting my legs with one of his muscular legs, he scooped me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and walked us around the back side of the house. 

Pushing his front door open with his foot. We made our way into his house as he kicked his front door with a slam before walking into the dining room and placing me in the middle of the table. His hands went for the button on my jeans and popped it as he shimmied them down my hips leaving me in my cotton panties. Discarding my jeans, he placed both my feet on the table and spread my thighs, “Do not move” he growled as he pulled the head chair out from the table and sat looking up at me through my  spread thighs. I could see him visibly harden in his signature cargo pants as he drank in the sight of me.

My whole body began to tremble as he scouted forwards in his chair and pulled my ass to the edge of the table draping my legs over his shoulder, my anklet catching his attention as he kissed my ankle before nipping at my calf. His darkened eye met mine “Do you remember what i said if i heard you apologize to me one more time?” His accent is thicker than usual. Biting my lower lip “ That if I apologized again that you would eat me..” I trailed off feeling a blush crawl its way up my neck and across my entire face.

He let out a low rumble of a laugh as he pulled his blade from his belt and brought it to the underside of my chin and tilted my head up to meet his gaze  “ I said if you apologize again. I’ll eat you. I will eat you slowly. I will savor every inch of flesh and suck every tender morsel. I’ll savor you like a goddamn dessert.” 

My legs began to quiver, as he took the blade from underneath my chin and brought it down to the edge of my panties and sliced them off. Then plunging the knife into the table. The cool air sends  a chill through me as it brushes against my damp inner thighs, as Sy spreads my legs wider, exposing me. “Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.” My heart pounds through my ribcage. “Please,” I beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension. His warm breath brushes my clit, every nerve ending on edge. “Yes,” he groans, pushing his fingers between my sensitive flesh. “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” My body jolts, and I helplessly writhe against the table, reaching down for him. Burying my fingers into the neck of his t-shirt, I kick open my legs wider. “Please Please Please” I whine. He whines back, mocking me. “Please, I’m begging you, Fuck,” he sharply groans, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles, as I moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.” He dips the tip of his finger inside me, barely, and the anticipation is beyond agonizing. 

Thrusting deeper, my inner walls tighten around him, and my stomach tenses. Without warning,  he quickened his pace, pushing his finger into me over and over, before adding in another. Curling his fingers in all the right places, he slows, stroking my walls. “Such a tight, little cunt,” he says. “Sy,” I impatiently moan, and that does it. Without wasting another second, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me down the hall to his room and throwing me on his large bed. Firmly grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge, spreading my legs once more. He presses his lips on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasingly. And finally, he takes me into his mouth. He races his tongue over my clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of my sex. Oh hell, he knows what he’s doing. Now I understand I've heard women call him Captain Cunnilingus. 

 He skims his rough  hands over my breasts. Yanking down my top ever so slightly, he pinches my nipples, twirling them between his fingers. This only seems to bring me more pleasure, as he thrusts his tongue inside of my core. “Oh my God,” I moan, writhing against his face. “Yes.” He trails his hands down my chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of my body as he slips them lower and lower to my most sensitive place. Moving my legs further apart with one hand, he pushes two fingers inside of me with the other. “ God isn't here Darlin’ but I am.”

Thrust after thrust, he continues this beautiful  attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting. Savoring me, as if he’s literally starving. My stomach flutters, my breathing quickens, and I buck my hips, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Wrapping his muscular arms beneath my legs, he reaches for my arms, suddenly pinning me to the bed, giving me no option to escape. Fisting the sheets with my trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside me, and bursts into pieces. I come undone, forgetting to breathe, toes curling. Riding out my orgasm, I grind myself against his face, until I physically can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face still buried against my wetness. “You taste too good, Darlin . I need more.” He tightens his hold on my arms, pinning me in place, and burying his face against my pussy. Just when I believe that it isn’t possible to come again, he proves me wrong, fucking me into oblivion with his fingers and tongue until I’m exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where I’m seeing stars through my eyelids. “I can’t,” I whimper, trying to break free from his grasp.  Except Sy doesn’t stop, the beautiful torment continues. “I can’t take anymore,” I gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping my lips. “Oh, my God. Sy.” My climax consumes me, taking over entirely. Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensations. As a rush of wet heat flows from me in a way I’ve never felt, and I cry out, humiliation burning through you even as the orgasm clenches you in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, My inner walls spasm, my legs begin to shake, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to breathe. Sy finally releases me, and I remain motionless on the bed, attempting to gather back any strength in my body that I can find. About a minute must pass before I feel his knuckles caressing my face. “Mine,” he claims. “You are mine.” nipping at the sensitive flesh of my thighs, then my stomach, my breast, my neck, before grabbing my face and pulling me into a soul searing kiss.

Sy’s POV

“Hi, baby girl,” I whispered. She breathed in and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small kiss before gently tugging her shirt back up. She blinked a few times and then met my gaze. “Hi,” she said, smiling over at me. I started to remove the sheets from the bottom of the bed. “Roll over for a sec,” I said once I got all the corners up. She rolled over onto the soft mattress protector, and I pulled the sheets completely off. She rolled back onto the bed. “I’m sorry.” “What did I tell you about apologizing to me? I will tie you to this bed and fuck you with my tongue, fingers and when you cant handle anymore and you are begging me for release, I’ll slam into and fuck you till you see God, do you understand me ” I asked as I threw the blankets on the floor—I would deal with those later—and pulled a fresh blanket out from a drawer. Looking up to meet her shocked expression, her mouth was opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and lust, her chest was heavy at the thought of what I'd do to her if she apologized again. Letting out a low laugh, I approached her and grabbed her chin. “ Look at me” I growled as her eyes snapped to mine.  

 “Bu..bu…but... the mess I made on your sheets. That’s embarrassing,” she groaned and tried to pull away from me but I wasn't having it .Gripping her jaw much more firmly this time  “There’s nothing to be sorry for or embarrassed about,” I said, crouching down at the side of the bed to look at her. “I should be thanking you for the compliment. There’s nothing hotter than knowing I made you so satisfied you left a puddle on my sheets.” 

She groaned again, turning bright red, and closed her eyes. “Hey,” I said, tapping her cheek. “I’m serious. I’ve never been his hard in my entire fucking life, Darlin.” She opened her eyes and rolled them before moving to sit up. “Nope,” I said, stopping her. “Stay here a second. I’m going to go get something to clean you up, and then you get whatever you want to eat.” I laid the blanket on the side of the bed and made my way to my master suite to wet a washcloth with warm water. I needed to clean her up and cover her fucking body with that blanket so I could get rid of my raging hard-on. I slipped on some sweats and tucked myself into the waistband until it decided to calm down. Walking back over to the bed, I spread her legs and wiped her clean before throwing the cloth onto the pile of dirty sheets. “Thank you,” she said sleepily as I covered her with the blanket.

She rolled on her side and was propped up on her elbow watching me “What are you hungry for? I don’t really have any food in the house, but I will order you whatever you want we’re going to need some calories for you, "I said with a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. She gave me a look, and I shrugged. “What? If you think for one damn second that I was gonna feed you and send that sweet little ass of your home before the sun has come up, you’ve lost your mind sugah, I'm not nearly done with you yet. Now, what do you want?” “Pizza,” she stuttered. “Just pepperoni, please.”  “That's my girl” gave her a kiss on the head and a hard smack to her ass, she squealed my name as i got off the bed and I went off in search of wherever I had left my phone and let her rest. When I finally found it, I ordered the pizza. 

When I was done, I took a few minutes to try and relax my mind and my goddamn cock, he was being a needy bastard but it wasn't about him right now, this was about her. With a frustrated sigh I made my way back into my bedroom to find her fast asleep. I crawled under the blanket behind her and  pulled her into my body. She rolled over and rested her head on my arm and threw one of her legs over my hips. She could barely open her eyes. “Pizza?” “On its way. Sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s here, don’t worry,” I answered. “You want to know something?” she asked, burying her face into my chest.  I began to run my forefinger and thumb up and down her shoulder  “You’re going to think I’m lying to make you feel like some sort of god or something,” she laughed. “But I swear I’m not. A guy has never been able to make me finish. A guy has never been able to make me finish.” “what?” I asked, shocked. I rolled over to look at her “ You're serious? You havent been fucked properly?”  “Yeah,” she yawned. “I just always faked it to get them to stop trying. And here you are, giving me three out-of-body experiences in the span of a few hours.” 

I breathed her in, trying to settle myself before I said or did something’ stupid. But I didn’t have to. She had fallen back asleep. No one had ever in her entire life made her finish. What kind of fuckwads were out there? I would never understand men and their inability to care about anything other than getting their dicks wet and then leaving. Not bothering to check on their partner and see if they had enjoyed it as well. Shit, I could understand finishing first. It happened to the best of us. But you still made sure she got hers before fucking off home. I sighed. “What have you done to me sugah? ,” I said quietly to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm for thirty minutes to make sure I would be awake when the pizza arrived. I shoved the phone under my pillow and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the comforting sound of her quiet breaths.

[the-sides-dimension]

I made one for myself so I have to post

Btw you can request this style of alter user box from us at @making-gender or @sys-army-knife

[starfirewildheart]

Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 12

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 4,004

Rating: mentions of the aftermath of animal abuse. Kidnapping. Shooting.

Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 12

Sy pulled into the parking place in front of the pizza place in the small strip mall and they all climbed out of the truck. “Do you need any toiletries or anything for the house that we didn't think of?” He asked Mike. 

“I could use some shaving supplies unless growing a beard is a requirement at the ranch,” he chuckled. 

“Mmm no big beards, I prefer scruff,” Debbie smiled and ran her hand over the scruff of Sy's jaw. Sy smiled as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm then bent and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why don't you two go grab that stuff and I'll put the order in for the food,” She suggested. They agreed and headed off. 

Deb put in their food order laughing when the girl behind the counter asked if she was having a party with the amount of food she was getting and she laughed. “Nah just feeding to men that are bottomless pits.”

“I'd keep that man so happy that the only thing he'd ever be hungry for was me.” Another woman waiting for an order whispered to her friend, though they were not quiet.

Debbie bristled and turned to the women. “Excuse me?”

“ What?” One of the women rolled her eyes, irritated that she had to explain herself. Her friend at least had the sense to look uncomfortable. “Syverson is hot as hell. Ain't a woman in town that don't wanna piece of that.”

Debbie stepped closer to her. “Well you may be female but you're far from being a woman, sweetheart. Why don't you just stick to pickin up the trash off the street.”

~~~~☆~~~~

Mike grabbed some cheap razors and shaving cream as well as some and some aftershave and Sy stopped him.

He took the cheap razors out of Mike's hand. “These things will chew up your face.”

Mike shrugged, “it's just what happens when you shave, right?”

Sy shook his head. “Look you don't have to have stupid expensive razors to shave or anything but you do need something with a bit of quality.” He saw the confusion on Mike's face and tried a different approach. “It's like a good knife.  It doesn't have to be expensive but, the blade does need to at least have a good quality. It can't have a bunch of nicks and imperfections in the blade or it just tears and rips instead of cutting and slicing. A razor is sort of the same. It needs to have a quality edge or it's gonna tear your skin instead of shaving the hair.”

“Oh,” he blinked. “That makes sense.” He took the pack of razors the Sy handed him. “Thanks.” They headed to the check out and again to Mike's surprise, Sy pushed his hand away when he took out his wallet and paid for it himself.

“Thanks but you didn't have to do that. You're supposed to be punishing me, not supporting me,” Mike told him as they left.

“Sure,” Sy smirked, otherwise ignoring him. Once they stepped outside the heard people arguing. Looking to his left, about five shops down he saw a small group of people, Debbie among them. He quickly went to her just in time to see her forcefully shove a man's hand from her arm. Sy grabbed the man by the arm forcefully. “Is there a problem?”

The man held up his hands in surrender. “The girls were arguing and I was just trying to see how I could help, “ he said innocently. 

Debbie‘s eyebrow arched as she glared at him. “Help? You wanna do something useful then put your bitch on a leash before she gets hurt!” She growled before spinning on her heel and going back into the restaurant. 

The man turned to walk away with a laugh but was caught short by Sy's suddenly vice-like grip. “You ever touch her again I'll break both your fuckin arms, understood?” The man looked like he was about to piss himself but didn't speak. “I said,” Sy snarled spring the mam to speak.

“Yea, I understand! I understand!” He grunted when Sy shoved him away and he and the two women took off. Sy and Mike went into the restaurant to check on Deb.

She was sitting on a bench seat across from the counter. They both sat next to her. Sy put his arm around her feeling her trembling. “I'm not hurt,” She told him before he could ask. “I'm just pissed.”

The manager of the pizzeria came over to check on her. “I'm so sorry that this happened.”

“What happened?” Sy asked? The counter and floor were covered with cups, napkins and other things.

“The ladies were being very rude,” the manager explained. I asked them to leave and they started pushing stuff off the counter. The blonde shoved one of my workers to the ground when she tried to intervene. Your friend stepped in when that happened and showed them out the door. I came back in to call the police when the man came up.”

Sy pressed a kiss to Debbie's temple as two uniform officers walked in. They took Debbie's  statement and allowed them to leave with their food,  which had been comped by the grateful manager. 

From across the road the man and two women watched them get into the truck and drive away. He turned to Mitch, Mike's father who was beaten bloody. “You better be right about how much the kid will bring but the boss will enjoy the bitch as well,” he licked his lips at the thought. 

On the way back to the ranch Sy kept his hand firmly on her thigh and she hugged his arm. Mike was chuckling from the passenger seat. Deb looked over at him with an arched brow. “Put your bitch on a leash!” He laughed. “That was like the coolest line ever,” he insisted.

Debbie blushed as Sy joined in. “My vicious little wolf.” By the time they got home they were all laughing.

They all gathered in the den with soda and pizza watching movies by Christmas lights. Deb was curled up on the sofa next to Sy, Aika sitting by them hoping for sneaky snacks and Mike in the recliner. Deb was about to doze off when Sy started getting texts. She didn't think anything about it at first but they were almost constant and when she glanced over she saw the name Mary. When the movie stopped she sat up. “I'm gonna let you guys clear up in here while I go get ready for bed. The vet and farrier will be here at four in the morning to work on Rose.” She turned to Mike. “Need you to be at the stable no later than three thirty.” She smiled when he cringed. “Some mornings we're out well before the sun.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the bedroom.

She leaned against the bathroom vanity willing herself to not let her mind run away with her. Maybe Mary was someone he was working with…but she knew all of the officers too and there was no Mary. She tossed back a few Tylenol for the permanent headache she seemed to keep lately then brushed her teeth then slipped off her jeans before crawling into bed. 

After Sy got everything locked up and Mike settled, Aika out for her night time potty he went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brushed his teeth before crawling in bed. He slid to the middle of the bed but Deb was still an arms length away so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Mmm, that's better,” he rumbled, kissing her shoulder then neck. “Walt texted earlier, he needs me pretty early in the morning but it shouldn't take long and I'll be back to help.”

Her chest clenched knowing it wasn't Walt that had texted him but she refused to cry. Instead she twisted in his arms and crashed her lips against his on a painful kiss. Her hands shoved his underwear down and stroked his semi hard cock to fullness as he moaned and thrust into her hand. 

Sy moved to go down between her legs but she grabbed his arms and stopped him. “What's wrong, sugar?”

“Fuck me Sy “ She rasped desperately. 

He grinned  “demanding tonight?”

“We just don't have a lot of time.” She rolled them so that she was on top and straddled him. Reaching down she jerked her panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off before spearing herself with him and sinking down to the hilt causing them both to moan. She only paused a second before she started levering herself up and down squeezing her walls tight around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grabbed her hips in a near brusing grip as she milked him in the most amazing way. He watched her ride him with abandon desperation and seek out her own pleasure.  Reaching under her shirt he pawed at her breasts as she rubbed circles on her clit rolling through her first orgasam. 

“Oh God, oh God, oh god,” She whined as her body clenched. She fought against Sy rolling them over but wasn't strong enough to stop it. His wide body pinned her legs up near her chest as he continued to fuck into her. She scratched her nails roughly over his back causing him to jerk and hiss. “Harder,” She demanded. “I want to feel this for days. Every time I move or set I don't want to think of anything else but you fucking me so hard my teeth rattle and my legs won't work!” She pressed her heels hard against his ass and thrust up hard and fast as she worked her hand between them and started pinching the already sensitive bundle of nerves there leaving it even more red and swollen. It didn't take long for both of them to cum hard, she squrited hard all over his cock and balls and the obscene squelching, wet sounds rung his orgasam out of him until he collapses on top of her for a moment before rolling off so she can breathe. 

“Fuck baby, that was, wow,” he panted. 

“Yea,” She agreed breathlessly. “Thank you.” Sy used all the energy he had left to reach over and lay his hand on her. 

~~~~♡~~~~

Debbie was up and at the barn by two am. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Sy with someone else. She trusted him and knew he wasn't already fuckin the woman but he was bonding with her right? She was probably all sweet and soft, soft spoken, timid little thing. Someone who doesn't remind him of his time in the sand box. All the shit he just wants to forget.

She facepalmed after sitting her cup of coffee on her desk. “You are the stupidest smart person on this planet!”  She growled at herself.  It was starting to make sense .

She tried to focus on getting all the files on her desk into the computer. They had full time ranch hands to help with the animals especially with intake when there is a rescue. Deb or sometimes Sy, are the only ones who input the animal vitals, donation of time or supplies and tax paperwork for the volunteers and paychecks for employees. 

“You left early sugar,” Sy pressed a kiss to her head.

“yea I realized i was behind on input so I needed to get it done because I'll have to give doc and Sam the forms for their time today.”

He leaned against the desk next to her and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. “You ok?”

She stood and stepped between his meaty thighs.

“Used, sore,” She smiled. “Everything I asked for.”

Mike chose that moment to step up to the door with a hot cup of coffee. “Mornin,” he nodded, his voice deep and sleepy. 

“Hey kid,” she smiled. “Have you ever worked on a farm or with animals?”

“Had a dog once but that's it.”

“Ok, Sy is leaving for a while so I'm going to show you some things I'd like you to work on while we are dealing with Rose.”

She walks out of the office and shows him where the wheelbarrow and rake where and how to muck the stalls and spread new straw then how much food to put in each feed bag. “,When we have Rose tied and being 

 Worked on make sure you stay away from her back end, legs and head. She had some pretty  bad damage and she's in a lot of pain. Poor girl.” She pointed to the stall across the way. “These are her two babies Lilly and Daisy. We will be working with them later. We need to get them used to wearing gear.”

“Ok,” Mike nodded.

“If you have any questions just ask.”

Once Mike got started Sy pulled Deb into a hug. “You know I love you don't you?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes, I know you love me. I'm just not sure I'm…” The vet chose that moment to walk in. “Hi doc,” She nodded.

“Not sure of what?” Sy inquired frowning when his text alert started going off.

“You have a meeting and I have work here. We do need to talk but not now. Just,” She took a deep breath, no matter what, if you need me for anything I'll always be there. Always.”

“Debbie, what's…” his damn phone kept going off and the farrier came in. “I…”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “When you get back and Rose is settled we will talk, ok?”

“Why do I feel like you're trying to say goodbye to me?” He clung to her.

“I promise you that I'm not going anywhere. So as long as you come home to me I will always be here.”

“No more waiting, Debbie. Tonight we talk about what's going on. We silence the phones, the kid can watch movies in his room and we talk this out, sugar. I hate seeing you like this.”

She hugged him and felt relieved that they were finally gonna get it out in the open. Tip toeing, she pressed their foreheads together. “Love you cowboy.”

“Love you, sugar.” He reluctantly headed for his truck as he thumbed through his phone.

The morning continued on in pretty rough form. Poor Rose, she was more patient than any horse should ever be asked to be but the deformed and infected hoof was soft and oh so tender not to mention had spread up to her leg. Deb was doing her best to hold Rose's head so she did hurt herself or one of them but they called for all hands on deck for the leg. She showed Mike how to hold the head and explained that if he talked to the horse calmly it would help. Deb moved to a flanking position to help hold the rasp so the farrier could start a drain hole in the hoof.

“So,” Mike sighed. He'd never had a conversation with a horse. What did he say? “Come here often?”

The farrier,  vet and Deb looked at each other. “Do you like the grain? More oats or corn?”

They all chuckled, making Mike blush. “You're Doing perfect,” Deb encouraged 

After a couple more scrapes they were able to get the hole open and the grossest smelling stuff came pouring out. Rose acted like she felt instant relief. “That's good” the vet nodded as he sprayed some antibacterial medicine on the hoof and started cleaning. Everything was going smoothly. Deb stepped away to grab the volunteer paperwork. She came back just as the vet put something on the wound that stung. Rose whinnied and stomped, turning to the side as much as she could before kicking out with her back leg catching Deb in the right, front hip. She cried out and instantly crumbled to the ground.

~~~~~☆~~~~~

Sy checked his watch for the third time.  “Act like it's a fuckin life or death emergency and don't show up,” he growled to himself. This UC woman was flakey as hell and he didn't like any of this. He looked over to see a big truck pulling in next to him. “You definitely aren't Maria.”

Walter shook his head with a sigh. “She no showed on me last week.”

“What did the FBI say when you told them our theory?” Sy asked.

“Same bullshit as always man. The prick said if we lost our nerve to let them handle it and go write some parking tickets.” The contempt in Walt's voice was thick. 

Sy didn't want to say what he was thinking but he had to. “This gang is so big in so many ways Walt, maybe it goes a lot higher than we think. I hate to say it but there is an informant at your station somewhere.”

Walter scrubbed his hands over his face. It pissed him off but Sy was right. “I have a friend at the ATF that I trust. I know he's a good cop. Maybe I write up all the information and just turn it over to him? Maybe he will know someone who gives a damn.”

Sy understood Walter's frustration. Losing faith in something your heart and soul has been in for years is not just sad, it's disheartening, unsettling and you feel your world will never be the same again. He felt it when he left the Army.  “I'll do whatever you choose to  do. I got your six.”

“Let's go get it all down and on a file while it's still fresh,” Walt suggested. Somewhere we won't be watched or overheard.”

“Thoughts on where that would be?” Sy asked.

“Follow me,” Walt grinned and started his truck. 

“Fuck,” Sy chuckled at the look on Walt’s face. “That’s never good.”  

~~~~~♡~~~~~

The vet, the farrier and Mike all ran to Debbie to check on her. She took a hard hit from the horse. They tried and tried to convince her to go to the doctor to get an x-ray.

 “I'm fine, I'm fine," she said. “Really I don't think anything is broken, it just hurts like hell. It's not the first time I've been kicked by a horse, I promise.”

The vet looks over at her, “I really think you need to go get checked out.”

“I'm okay, honestly I promise I'll go see it if something else happens or it gets worse.” After arguing with her for a bit they finally relented and left. She and Mike were finishing up what needed to be done in the Stables when her phone rang. She grabbed it, “hello?”

“Miss Calloway, this is Jennings from the PD. We have some new paperwork that needs to be signed about Mike. We need you to come down as soon as you can and sign it. The best place to meet would be Mike's dad's Pawn shop. I've already contacted Syverson. He said that he would meet you there if you can leave now.” 

Debbie inwardly groaned. After the morning she had all she really wanted was a hot bath and to hang out and feel sorry for herself. “Is this not something that Sy can do by himself?”

“No, I'm afraid it's not, it requires both your signatures and Mike should come too.”

 She took a deep breath and sighed again. “Okay, give us about 20 minutes and we'll be there.” She hung up her phone and turned to Mike and told him what was going on.

“Man, I really don't want to see my dad again. Why do I have to be there?”

“I don't know, kid but at least maybe this is something that can keep you away from him longer. Sy is going to meet us there so we won't be going in alone.” They both got ready, cleaned up a little bit and got in the truck heading to town.

She drove to the back and pulled into the back of the shop. In the parking area she noticed an undercover car there. Jennings got out and stepped over to her truck. She and Mike got out and approached him. “Wow we beat Sy here. I can't believe it,” she smiled. 

About the time she said that a big van and another truck pulled up and blocked her truck in. A cold chill ran down her spine. She knew that something was terribly wrong and that they had been set up. “What the hell is this?” She asked angrily. “What's going on?” 

Several men piled out of the van and the truck and approached them. She leaned toward Mike just enough to be able to whisper.  “If you get an opportunity to run, go find help. It'll be better if you run. Before she could say anything else there was a gun pulled on her from one of the men who had exited the van. 

“Just be calm," he said “and everything will be fine. Just get in the truck and nobody has to get hurt.” 

She arched her brow at him looking at the six men that surrounded her and the kid and wondered what the hell was going on. “Mister, I don't know what it is that you think okay is but this isn't it. Why don't you get back in your van and leave?”

“You’re cute aren't you darling?" he snarled. “I'm not here to play games bitch. You and the kid get the fuck in the van!” 

“And if I don't?” She asked?

“Then I'll make you," he growled. 

“I don't think that's a real good idea,” She told him.

“Please, what the hell are you going to do about it?” He smirked. 

“She took a deep breath preparing herself for what she was about to do. She had to try because if she didn't she knew that she and Mike were as good as dead. Her only hope was that the kid could get free and go find help. 

What a day for Rose to decide to take out her hip. Debbie approached calmly like she was going to get in the van. When she got next to the guy with the gun she turned quickly striking the man in the throat grabbing the firearm and dislodging it from his hand. She managed to shoot two of the others, one in the shoulder and one in the knee. 

Everyone scrambled and tried to regain control.. She managed to kick one of them in the balls but before she could take out any of the others she was hit from behind with a metal pipe. She fell to the ground and the man grabbed the gun out of her hand. They continued to kick and punch her trying to get her in retaliation. 

Mike tried to run but of course it didn't work. Two of the men grabbed him and started beating him before tying them both up and throwing them in the back of the van. 

Jennings was pacing frantically. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” He demanded. “People have heard the gunshots! Now how am I going to explain this?” he questions? “What the hell am I going to say about all the blood and stuff back here?” 

The leader of the group turned around grabbed the gun and shot one of the downed men in the head then threw the gun down after wiping off his fingerprints. “Tell him you heard gunshots come back here and found this asshole dead.” They all got back in the van and sped off. 

Jennings was still frantic; he knew he was going to get caught for sure. He phoned it in, saying that he happened to be over near the shop when he heard the gunshots and that he just arrived on scene.

Tag List

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[sysakened]

Itrapped

Alter description

General ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆ ╸❯ Name: Itrapped 👑 Nickname: n/a ╸❯ Age: 20’s 💎 Species: humanoid ╸❯ Gender: masc aligned 💍 Pronouns: masc and neutral aligned ╸❯ Sexuality: unlabeled ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆

System ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆ 🩵 Role: unknown ╸❯ Source: Forsaken 💰 Type Of Alter: Fictive ╸❯ Sumoning Song: n/a ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆

Boundaries 🌀 Flirting (/p): close only ╸❯ Flirting (/r): no 🔷 Touch: ask ╸❯ Pet Names: depends/ask 💠 Pings: sure ╸❯ Friend Requests: ask 💸 DM’s: ask ╸❯ Compliments: sure ❄️ Other: n/a ╸❯ DNI List: basic dni 🧊 Interaction: dniuf ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆

Others ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆ ╸❯ Fun Fact: n/a 🟦 Partner: none ╸❯ Notes: I tend to not be very emotional. If I am, I’m masking. 👑 Important Stuff: I tend to be skeptical of most praise, so be weary of that. ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆

Credits ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆ @Sys-Army-Knife on Tumblr ⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆♛⋆❄︎⋆

I tend to not show a whole much of emotion, especially while texting. So if I seem angry, feel free to ask to verify

I may seem like I act a lot like my source, but please, don’t assume that I’m going to manipulate everyone I see. I don’t want to repeat what happened in my source. Thank you

I don’t really know what else to say

tags

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#A dance with wealth and luck - Posts and Reblogs related to me and/or Chance

#Ice dripping off of the crown - rants

#Blood stained swords - Vents

#dazling royalty - source talks/posts

I’ve sat here for 10 minutes thinking of tag names, so if I come up with more, ill add more

[askbox-party-pack]

Hello!

Hi hello and welcome to our blog! Plain and simple, this blog is ran by a Schmitty and a [REDACTED] (me) fictive in a system

The purpose of this blog is essentially you folks sending asks to us about well whatever really

You can send asks specifically for one of us, both of us, or either of us if you don’t really care who answers

Real quick some things to keep in mind

- we are MARRIED in headspace!

- some asks may take longer to answer depending on who’s in front

- we have the right to not answer any asks

Happy asking!!

(Sys boxes by @sys-army-knife )

[gambling-at-the-casino]

Heya! I am a Chance alter who just vibes around on here internet!

This blog is not roleplay! I’m fine with asks regarding my source, but nothing roleplay-ey! I am my own person, not a roleplay! No offense to those who like to roleplay! Y’all are chill! I just personally don’t engage in it and would rather people treat me like a real person instead of just a character to play with!

Basic boundaries apply! Plus rather have no flirting as A. I don’t know you guys (unless if we are friends), B. I have a bf. I don’t care that me and my bf are in an open and poly relationship, no flirting unless you have permission. You will be blocked.

also, we don’t really mind if you get excited about seeing an alter from your comfort fandom, or what not, I get excited when seeing other alters ghat share a source with me! So, feel free to say hi! Even if it’s a “omg! Hi! I love your source Chance!”! It’s appreciated!

Also, no endo, pro endos, endo neutrals, or anything of the sort. We are strictly anti endo and we will get pissed if our boundaries aren’t respected. While we may not like endo’s and think that they are fake, it doesn’t give you an excuse to harass us. You will be blocked. No hesitation.

DNI List

🎰♦️♣️🎲♥️♠️

🎰 - Transphobes, Homophobes and anything of the sort

♦️ - Rad queers

♣️ - Zionists

🎲 - Abilists

♥️ - Sexists

♠️ - Racists

🎰 - non-traumagenic systems. (pro and neutrals are ok-ish. as long as you dont try to start shit lol) ♦️ - Fakeclaimers or anything else like that

♣️ - People who like and use the sub r/systemcringe or anything similar.

🎲 - People who force fictives to be either exactly like their source, or nothing like their source.

♥️ - Any of our past abusers who haven’t changed. I have no idea of any of them are on tumblr, especially the system side of tumblr, but just to be safe. ♠️ - Anything that is similar to the things I listed above

thank you! :)

I sometimes switch between using Emoticons (ex, :), :D, etc) and Emojis, it really just depends on what I think fits best in that exact moment

feel free to send asks! I love getting nice asks from people who like interacting with me! (Or ya know, if they’re just curious, than that’s cool too! :) )

I’m going to have Anon asks on for this account, but if (pro)endos or people harassing us start flooding my inbox, I will turn it off.

Proudly in a relationship with Mafioso <3 love him with all my heart <3333

This is just a blog for me to share my thoughts and talk about my source!

Tags for this blog!

#lets go gambling! - just random talks, not really related to anything!

#aww dang it :( - vents, rants or anything negative

#i can’t stop winning! - same as above, but positive!

#99% of gamblers quit before they win big! - source related stuff

#drawing a new poker hand - art or anything creative related

#get em boys - Mafioso’s tag, just for him to talk on my blog :)

I’ll add more when I feel like it!

I won’t use proxy tags all too much here as it is my blog, but Mafioso said that his tag will simply be his name, if he put one that is!

Sysboxes!

more sysboxes

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Credits below cut

Divider credits belong to this post here

The Chance Alter, Endos fuck off, and this alter will get pissed of boundaries aren’t respected are all by us on @sys-army-knife

5/6 are by @pocket-userboxes

I don’t know who made the others as people are just saving them without putting anywhere down “hey! This is where I found it from!”, so if you’re the creator of any of the non credited sysboxes, let me know and I’ll add credit as soon as I can!

[sys-army-knife]

Hii, Could I get a userbox that says "this Maddox is shy" please with a picture of Maddox Sogetsu from Yugioh Go Rush?

And a short alter blog intro themed around purple and space please?

Thanks so much you guys are awesome <3

Here’s your sysbox!

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✪ Name - 

🟣 Pronouns - 

✦ Gender - 

🌌 Sexuality - 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

✵ Boundaries - 

🟪 Source - 

✴︎ Roles - 

🎆 Notes - 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

. ݁₊ ⊹ .  ݁ Made by @Sys-Army-Knife in tumblr  ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

there’s your alter bio! :D

Hope you like it! -Mod silver

[satelliteoflove-sys]

yo. we're the Satellite of Love System (formerly known as the Sleepy System). our main blog is @punchdrunkklovesickk/@hazy-moonchild.

we are neutral on most discourse regarding systems and origins. our syscourse posts are tagged #amazing colossal syscourse tag.

(sysboxes-of-the-soul)

(syspport)

(sys-army-knife)

below the cut is some misc stuff

sleepysystem-blog -> satelliteoflove-sys (05/25/2025)

last updated 06/21/2025

[evilneo]

Is. Is Gordon Challender doing OK? Like. Is he still alive.

his brother (Trip) says he is! and as for is he ok? no!

here are some fun facts about Mind:

lives in his sisters basement in headspace

has a knife wall in his room and is always carrying one around with him

has like 3 guns in his basement room

blog is like. only knife pictures?? @gordonfreemansmind if youre curious

is the reason we have a swiss army knife

said basement is 100% wheelchair accessible because his big brothers (Mal and Randal, who are in LCC) are wheelchair users and he misses them

↑ wont ever admit that bc he has the emotional range of a brick /affectionate

he has beef with my in-sys dad, LL

cant front without HEAVYYYY supervision bc he WILL try and sui-bait the bodys parents, and last time he fronted unsupervised he called the bodys mum a bitch to her face (BAD IDEA????)

has like no internal gauge on whether hes hungry or thirsty so he schedules when he drinks water (if he remembers)

has been here for just over 2 years and still hasnt picked out a proper nickname so we just use "Mind" to avoid confusion LOL and he begrudgingly accepts this

bisexual but nobody wants him /ref

↑ THATS ACTUALLY NOT QUITE TRUE ON SECOND THOUGHT. the only people who have shown visible interest in him are Tord Eddsworld fictives tho???? LIKE. TWO SEPARATE ONES. IN TWO DIFFERENT SYSTEMS JSJSK

[web-novel-polls]

Smartest WN Character: Popular

Shang Qinghua from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (SVSSS)

Submission:

Hear me out: he created the world he transmigrated to and managed to not get caught for spying on his sect. He worked for MBJ and CQ (at the same time) becoming the most trusted advisor of one and a peak lord in the other. While he didn't remember EVERYTHING from his novel, it was a literal life time before. He's a mental swiss army knife, jack of all trades. He's not the best at anything, SJ and SY are definitely smarter, LBH is for sure super clever, but SQH is able to keep up with them. (And not get murdered! Way to go Airplane!)

Lloyd Frontera / Kim Suho from The Greatest Estate Developer (TGED)

Submission: Excels in both long-term and immediate planning, if the standard for excelling is 'how to get the absolute most benefit out of the situation'. WILL use methods no regular person could ever think of.

Xiao Chiye (Ce'an) from Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu

No propaganda submitted

[Anti-Propaganda is NOT allowed. Please be kind and respectful.]

[having-sex-with-a-ghost]

Oh hey it’s the sys army knife main blog the cool people‼️‼️ /silly /i love y’all’s blog

FR 😭

Alastor discovers bakudeku Gacha 2025

[sillyrabbit81]

For some reason I need some angst leading up to fluff. Can you do one where Sy and reader get into one of their biggest fights resulting in Sy leaving the house. The both are too stubborn to give in but they eventually cave when they miss each other and feel bad for blowing the fight out of proportion.

Summary: You and Sy have a huge fight.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 900

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), fighting, name calling, yelling, implied smut.

Authors Note: Thank you for the ask Anon. I hope you enjoy this one!

Thanks to @amberangel112 for the beta read. Edited by me, three vodka red bulls in so there will be errors!

Masterlist

Fight or Flight

The fight was probably your fault. You knew deep down inside Sy hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only forgotten to turn the dishwasher on before he went to bed. But that didn’t excuse the way he behaved as the fight went on.

Besides, you had warned Sy you would have little patience this week. Not only did you give up smoking so you could start trying for a baby, but you were also hormonal as hell, all the signs were there that you would get your period in a few days. You even had a migraine last night. Sy knew that. He knew and he still goaded you.

But you also knew things had been hard at work for him lately. There was uncertainty about whether he would be shipped out again soon despite the fact he wasn’t supposed to be anymore. There was even a chance he would be sent to a base overseas permanently which would require you to move with him. That weighed heavily on both of you, but instead of talking about it, you two seemed to grow angry with each other.

Too much was happening, your lives too uncertain. You both wanted kids, but what would that mean? Would they grow up as Army brats, travelling the world living on bases in foreign countries? Would you be the dutiful wife, living on base, only being friends with other army wives? Was that the life you wanted?

All of your collective fears and doubts came to a head this morning when you yelled at Sy for not putting the dishwasher on. He didn’t deserve it, you knew that. But when he laughed in your face and said, “Jesus woman, I guess your periods are due soon,” you lost your shit.

You yelled at him called him a stupid bastard, a misogynist, a pig, a redneck. He called you a a stupid woman, a bitch before walking away and throwing a packet of cigarettes in your face and telling you to just fucking smoke and calm the fuck down. You threw them back at him furious that he would tempt you like that.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Sy,” you yelled at his smug face. “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m fucking out. We’re done.” You pushed past him, grabbed your keys and took off. You had never done that before, never threatened to leave him, never walked out on a fight. But you two had never fought like that before, never called each other names, never dug the knife in so deep.

After about an hour you had started to calm down, and you wanted to go home. But you were too damn stubborn. Well, if you were honest with yourself, you were stubborn and too embarrassed to apologise for your behaviour. Not prepared to face Sy yet, you parked around the corner from your house. You warred with yourself. On one hand you shouldn’t have yelled at him, on the other hand, he shouldn’t have provoked you like he did.

You checked your phone and found a missed call from Sy. You stared at your phone for a full minute, trying to decide if you should call him back. Your finger hovered over the screen when it rang again, Sy’s goofy face filled your screen. Goddamn him, why did he have to be so freaking cute.

You answered, sheepishly saying, “Hey.”

You heard the exhale from Sy, the relief in his voice was obvious as he said, “Hey, Darlin’. You ok?”

“Hm,” you hummed. You felt tears in your eyes and summoning up courage you said, “I’m sorry, Sy.” Your voice was shaky, and you sniffed. “I’m really sorry.”

“Nah, Sugar,” Sy said. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have taken the bait.” Sy was quiet for a moment. You tried to reply but you let out a sob instead. “Don’t cry. Come home, Baby.”

Taking long shuddering breaths, you calmed yourself enough to start your car. “Ok Sy.”

“Ok?”

“Yeah.”

“How long will you be… Oh,” Sy hung up as he saw your car approach. He was sitting on the porch steps, and he immediately came to meet you. When you turned your car off, he opened the door for you. You got out and he closed the door before pushing you against it, his hands on your cheeks. He kissed you hard, his whiskers pricked at the delicate skin of your lips. You kissed him back matching his intensity, you felt your need for him grow. He growled into your mouth, pressing his body against you and you felt his desire for you thicken against your belly.

“Don’t walk out on me, Sugar,” Sy rumbled, his voice was hoarse and throaty. He held you tight squeezing you to him, so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. “I can’t be without you.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, voice warbling with emotion and tears that threatened to spill again. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know Baby, I know. I didn’t mean it either.” Sy’s voice shook as he said between kisses, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” you cried. “Take me inside Sy. Take me to bed, I need you,” you begged. You didn’t have to ask again. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’ve got you, Sugar,” Sy assured you. “I’ll always have you.”

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