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i drew my mc for old twt trend (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

is it obvious im a sylus main by the way she looks.... LOL

some more silly doodles in my overpriced notebook

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im gonna go feral if i see the clip of sylus going 'i guess you don't remember Anything ™?' again

oml this fake idgafer. I LOVE YOU!!!I LOVD YOU SO MUCH 😞😞😞💔💔💔💔😭😭😭

short drabble alert, lowkey just my character analysis of main story sylus. I HAVENT DONE THE NEW CHAPTERS YET BC IM WAITING FOR AFTER EXAMS 💔💔💔 it was originally just meant to be a quick post abt how much i love the animation in that scene 😭

barren eyes. dim red with no soul, no lustre. like a gem worn from wear and neglect with no caring jeweller or owner to polish them.

dark and misted like his own evol.

that lazy smirk he defaults to. one that didn't reach his eyes this time because how could it? knowing you had forgotten him. not just your childhood, but your intrinsic soul link to him.

your instinct to devour him only reminiscent of the cruelty he found solace away from with you.

how could you do this to him when the love he had learnt, and half of his very essence was yours?

how could you be so selfish to forget what you once treasured so easily?

...was he no longer your dragon..?

for him, that day was when you had taught him what it meant to be truly cursed. to be subjected to a life of silent protection and unspoken, one-sided vows with no reciprocation. not that he did it for anything like that.

he did it simply because it was you.

because he would never forsake you.

because no matter what, his soul will call for yours.

the melody imprinted on his mind from your days of slowly becoming a fiend, and the cheeky antics he could only put up with because you were his end. they were all gone from your memories.

it was counterintuitive, yes. but it was true. knowing you were his demise didn't matter.

to think you didn't even know his name...the one you stubbornly bestowed upon him. the one you picked for your own convenience. the one he adored. it took every fibre of his being not to breakdown.

he wasn't expecting much. he knew you wouldn't know of the cruelty you were subject to, and god forbid he be the one to remind you. but he was.

and it broke his heart.

learning you felt disgusted by him was the final straw. his back carried enough burden, and being hated by you was the worst chain you could have interlocked onto his shackles.

he wasn't expecting to be your lover. amicable was enough. please, he was confident but he wasn't arrogant. he had been watching you as your silent guardian. not as a sick freak trying to monopolize you.

but you being disgusted by him was a sick joke.

he had never hated his haste so vehemently before or after this. his patience was a virtue he swore never to misplace with you from that moment on.

he wanted you to rip out his eye and devour it for yourself. your greed would delight him, and his pain would ease his guilt.

leaving you wasn't easy. but he knew it was only right. why on earth would you want to spend time with someone you found disgusting?

whatever it was that linked you two together, was his archnemesis...but also his greatest blessing.

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“make me dizzy,, ₍^. .^₎⟆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

a/n : i got a fever too. me and xavier synched up like we on our periods together (WHICH IM ON </3) or some shit. my nose is stuffy and my body is burning 😭 !!!!! sylus fever fluff written to comfort my pain. just a short lil thing <3 SUPER SHORT </3333 cus my brain is broken and ill and i have an exam in two days WAAAA

synopsis : f!reader gets sylus to cool her down when her fever gets too unbearably hot by calling him over

content : pure fluff/comfort fic. i can't bring myself to write sylus angst (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also sorry i keep writing MC in pathetic situations. i love girlboss MC as much as the next girlie i SWEAR, mc is cat-like/a little spoiled AGAIN (sylusMC is SOOO CATTY TO ME)

pet-names : kitten, sweetie, cutie, princess,

word count : 642

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you lay in his (basically yours at this point) black silk sheets, tossing and turning, kicking your feet in nothing but a small black vest and your underwear. no matter how much you shimmied around, your feet felt hot, your entire body burned with a heat that made your sweat feel unbearably lukewarm and sticky on your skin.

the sheets were most definitely damp from all the cold (now room temperature) towels that you had used to try to cool your body. but to no avail. nothing was making it more bearable. 5 cool towels around your neck just didn't cut it.

and so, you crawl across the endless expanse of bedding to grab your phone (with some difficulty). there was only one person you wanted to see you like this.

you spam him with this sticker about 10 times before the three dots finally appear. you wait for two seconds...five...ten...god why is this message taking so long? you grumble, huffing with his pillow tucked under your chin and contemplating throwing your phone against the plush back of his bed.

he calls you before you manage to hurl your device,

"kitten? do you need something? i'm at the store now."

"huh? i thought you said you'd be at an auction?"

he chuckles,

"i was at one. but you only text when you want something... or if you miss me... and considering how you're in my room and i saw you this morning, i assume it's the former. though i'd be very flattered if it was the latter."

"i also text when i see something that reminds me of you."

"that fits into the latter." he smile through the phone. you can faintly hear the bustle of the convenience store as well.

"...i feel a fever coming on. can you get me some ice cream?"

"got it. what else?"

"i want you..." you mumble into his pillow, feeling sluggish.

"..."

"respond..." you whine close to tearing up.

but before you can pick up more of a fuss, he's already next to the bed with a grocery bag in one hand and his phone in the other and his evol swirling around him.

not really thinking, you immediately go to nuzzle your heated face into his tummy. it's not really that comfortable, and you brush against the cold metal of his zippers that scratch at your face. but, nonetheless, it's just what you needed. he always is.

he puts away his phone and the bag onto the floor, gently carding through your hair and his voice a soft rumble,

"hi sweetie... want your ice cream now?"

"later..." you take his hands, putting them on your face in a happy mewl, "so cool..."

"aren't you just a cutie? does my princess want me to cool her down?" he smiles, sliding one hand down to your sweltering neck. you exhale in satisfaction, it's a little congested and you look like a sticky mess...but he thinks you're adorable. he always will.

spoiling you was irreplaceable to him. there was nothing in the world more special than the feeling of being your one and only prince, dictated by his only princess. you could have anything you wanted, be as bratty and as demanding as you wanted, surrounded by luxuries and comfort and you chose him to be your supplier and partner in it all. it was undeniably his favourite feeling in the world.

you nod, settling like putty into his large hands. gently but surely bringing you back to a comfortable temperature. as you drift off, you hear him softly humming to you a lullaby. something familiar but yet not quite. he might not have ever experienced the song in his own childhood, but everything he found beautiful and comforting was something he would share with you.

your life adorned in joy and comfort would always be his priority.

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[juicerca]

and thats husband. periodt.

Share with you my precious collection of his smirks🫰🏻♥️✨

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intro ₍^. .^₎⟆

hello! i'm juice/jus! she/her with a serious shopping problem like genuinely my shelves are gonna snap off my wall. getting back into fandom spaces has been sm fun!! would love to chat with other fans hehe ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )

open to requests and commissions !! general (or specific!) questions in my ask are also welcomed ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

⋆˚✿˖° current interests

currently just brainrotting for suzalulu (code geass) and sylus (lads) !!! there is potential for 9s/2b and bokita as well ... i probably will just use tumblr to upload fics, but i might upload a sketch here and there :3 i mostly post my fanart on twitter !! (and oc content on instagram </33)

⋆˚✿˖° links

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first time being so emotionally attached to a fictional man that reading fics about breaking up w him make me actually tear up. LIKE NOOOOO BABE I DIDNT MEAN IT IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭 DONT LEAVEEEEEE

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SYLUS MAIN STORY UPDATE....GIRLIE AILL BE REPLAYING ALL OF HIS STORY IN PREP!!! OH MY LORDDDDDD SHOOT ME SIR. JUST SHOOOTTT MEEEEEE

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“scratch me instead,, ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

MDNI

author note: this is a horribly, horribly self-indulgent fic idea i had for any who have eczema, or generally itchy skin with little scabs everywhere. my eczema has been sooooo annoying recently (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) so the mc kinda yaps (whines) a lot...

synopsis: sylus body worshipping you (🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️) after you finish getting out the shower.

content: cat-like behaviours from MC (purring, mewing), lots of kisses, bounded wrists by inappropriate usage of evol (to stop u from scratching!! not because he wants to bind you or anything... okay maybe a little...), penetration, a smidgen of cockwarming, soft!sylus, affirmations!!! the sex is soooooo slow, so many check ins, so much fluff, a little plot, will need to scroll for smut, reader is receiving!! but no genitalia specified (lots of lube instead kekekeke) :]

pet-names: kitten, sweetie, darling, love

word count: 2,8k !! the first 1.3k is just fluff tbh

the reader's gender or pronouns aren't specified so i hope all us eczema people can enjoy hehe.

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every time you finished taking a shower, you had a little routine that sylus had started picking up on. it would first be to apply a moisturiser, and this special ointment that the doctors prescribed to you ( you swore it didn't work, but you didn't really have any alternatives ), before ending it with this 'bio-oil' that was meant to heal scars ( which at least it smelt nice even if it didn't work ).

sometimes you would ask him to buy products for you when your prescribed creams ran out, and sometimes he would get the privilege of applying it for you if you were a little too tired. he always delighted in being of use to you, and spending money on you was second nature to him.

after your shower, you sat down on the bed huffing and puffing as you slathered the cream onto your drying skin. sylus adjusted himself to sit up at your little sounds, looking up from his book of gun maintenance. a large hand softly held your arm as he nestled his nose into the nook of your shoulder. his robe was open (shameless) and he was wearing only his black boxers.

"are you running out of products? i can get you an unlimited supply if you decide to join the onychinus. i am a very generous boss, i'll have you know." he chuckled.

that beautiful, small, husky sound you would usually feel so much happier to hear. in truth, he would get boxes of your prescription even if you wouldn't join onychinus ( through illegal means if necessary ), if you would just tell him what to get.

usually you would just let it roll off your back and snort at him, but for some reason your skin had been extra irritable recently, and it was starting to get to you. it was obvious to sylus who had noted your sudden insistence on long sleeves, and the subtle scratching that turned into little slaps on the parts of your skin that were especially irritating you.

"i'm fine," you felt that was a bit snippy so you correct yourself, sighing a little, "thanks though..."

he tilted his head, pulling you in with his arm around your waist to lie against his broad chest.

"sweetie? is something the matter?"

"i don't know...it's stupid."

"it's not stupid if it regards you."

you teared up a little, before deciding to be honest and said this in one shaky breath,

"it's just...i keep bleeding on all the sheets and my skin is just so dry and flaky...and i have these scabs just everywhere. and you just have perfect skin...not to make this like a competition or anything it's just a bit like...i don't know... stupid. it's stupid."

you started scratching at your shoulders and arms, just irritated and frustrated. only feeling that tiny bit of reprieve when it started to sting and bleed.

he sat up properly, turning your body to face him and holding your hands gently to stop you from scratching.

"i could use my evol to heal these scabs over for now, if that's what you want...but personally," he kissed your knuckles, trailing his lips up your arms and then softly whispered against your bloodied scabs in that utterly honey-like voice that just pooled heat in your tummy, "these little scars of yours? i think they're cute, kitten. you've become your own scratching post, hm?"

"it's nothing that cute..." you blushed a little, and that rich laughter seeped out of him, oh so generously.

"shall i help you kick the habit?"

he suggested with a wide, foxy smile as he generously lathered his hands in cream, casually applying it for you.

"how would i do that?"

"why don't you let me show you a few tricks i have up my sleeve? it might not be a long-term fix...but it should make you feel better for the night. if you feel like scratching, you can use my back. a lot more surface area, hm?"

"that's not going to work."

he smiled, hearing a little sass in your voice always perked him up. knowing you weren't as upset as you were before made him feel so alive. after all, when you lived as you selfishly pleased his heart would sing.

"you'll still indulge me won't you?"

"mm...okay, sure." you replied, reaching to scratch the little scab on your arm.

hm.

your habit was more persistent than he realised.

he took your hands and held your wrists together gently. you could break away easily, but your own curiosity would be the end of you.

"kitten, would you like to try something? how about i keep your wrists together so you can't scratch? something like this."

he snapped his fingers, his evol forming a pair of cuffs around you that he could manipulate at will.

"nostalgic, no?" he chuckled and you couldn't help giggling as well.

"that evol linkage was a little miracle. i'm glad it happened."

his eyes softened,

"yes, i am too...you always were persistent, my love."

"how was that my fault? i didn't make the cuffs." you pouted, forgetting temporarily about your itchiness.

"well it certainly wasn't my fault. though i'd be willing to accept partial blame," he cocked an eyebrow with that smirk you came to grow so fond of, "so, my predator? would you be willing to be my captured prey for tonight?"

you hummed, wondering whether you should tease him further, but honestly you wanted someone to bind you from ruining your skin further so badly. and he was just the perfect person to do it.

"here," you pressed your wrists together in front of his face, and joked, "i offer myself to you. your prisoner for the night."

he tightened his evol around you so your wrists were practically glued together with an amused huff.

"i will cherish this. though, if i had it my way... you'd be my prisoner for a much longer time than just tonight..."

his hands reached for the bottle of lube kept in his drawer, slathering his hands just how he does when he applies your creams for you. something about his fingers and the way they curled so naturally was just utterly sinful.

he realised midst slicking up that you hadn't finished your little skincare routine and he freezed.

"sy?"

"sweetie...we didn't finish taking care of your skin."

"oh..."

"one second."

he undid the evol cuffs and went to wash his hands, before coming back and taking care of your skin with the utmost care. you really did feel like a masterpiece when under his hands. even utterly naked and vulnerable in front of him, sitting on your fluffy towel, you felt so safe and loved.

"you know what kitten?"

"hm?"

"you don't have to have perfect skin. you are enough. just the way you are. and not to mention you're the most breathtaking person i know, even with your marks you don't seem very fond of."

he talked with such sincerity. like every word was his last and all he wanted to remain in the world of him was his devotion to you.

"you shouldn't be ashamed of them, rather...these little scars are endearing. though you should be making use of me more often."

you heart panged with a tenderness only he could bring to you.

"use you?"

"yes," he chuckled, "buy more things with my account, make me apply your skincare products for you. anything. you should be more greedy."

his hands massaged your body so tenderly, cooling all of your heated itching points.

"you don't want enough from me, and it pains me... especially since i ask for so much of you, and want all of you...a little greed is good for your soul." he said with that lazy smile.

you could laugh at how untrue that was. sylus was always giving. so, so generous and it made you feel utterly spoiled.

"is that so?"

"i'd like to think i know quite a fair amount about your soul. trust me on this one darling."

he finished off with the oil, and then proceeded by pressing a kiss to each little scab and bloodspot on your skin. you giggled as his lips and nose brushed against your skin ever so lightly. like the brush of a feather on your skin.

your dove.

you ruffle his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek in gratitude. he exhaled through his nose in amusement, thoroughly basking in your affections and giggles.

"if i get to kiss these every time you feel upset, i think these little scars of yours might be my favourite part of you now," he chuckled, "perhaps you should even invest in even more of them, so that i have even more to adorn in my adoration. to show you how grateful i am for everything that encompasses your existence."

he then linked your wrists behind your back.

"so allow me to pay my respects..." he gently parted your thighs and you invited him in almost immediately. shamelessly.

his large hand ran down your tummy, the red glint of desire stirring silently and with an intensity that stole your breath every time. he once again lubed his hands up, gently circling your entrance with his bony middle finger.

it was so slicked up that it slid in with ease, down to his knuckle. not enough to make you moan, but your mouth formed a small 'o' shape as it pushed against your plushy spot. his lips pressed up your collarbone to your neck, ending just below where your pulse point is.

"feel good sweetie?"

"mhm..."

"good..." he prodded at your tight hole with a second finger, "how about a second?"

"mhm, please..."

"oh wow...kitten has good manners, hm? don't worry...i'll make you feel as perfect as i see you tonight."

he slides in the second finger, stretching you open on his thick, slicked up digits. the sounds are obscene when he starts stirring your insides with them. pumping in and out against the rough texture, circling right on that spot that just made you feel so good.

"so clingy...you just won't let my fingers go..." he groaned softly with that smirk you loved to love, "not that i'd want to leave."

"mmh...more..." you breathily gasped, aching to feel him deep inside to dull this longing.

your arms burned with an urge to itch, you couldn't help it, but this was definitely helping. not to mention, no matter how much you thrashed, his evol held your hands firmly away from scratching territory.

"wanna forget everything but you sy..." he startled a little. you could tell by the way he jerked a little.

"...what a cute request. it would be unwise to decline such a generous offer." he scissored you wider, trying to prep you for the inevitable burning his girth would bring you.

he watched the way you mewled and rubbed your face against your own shoulder, knowing you had a little itchy spot there. he smiled. he couldn't help it. he found everything you did so cute.

"just a bit more kitten. you're being so good, doing so well..." his third digit edged in.

"feeling good? not too much?"

"...full but in a good way. like it. like you. your fingers feel good." you rambled, too horny to stop yourself. he groaned in response. pulling his boxers off with one hand, his pretty length revealed itself as he fisted it. pumping it slowly and with intent as he stared into your eyes.

"can't wait much longer kitten... need to feel you."

you rocked into his fingers in anticipation with a soft purr that sent blood straight to his cock. his fingers pulled out, a sticky string connecting them to your entrance before he licked them off. the stickiness sticking to his lips.

"reminds me of your birthday..." you said hazily and he grinned, a canine popping out so charmingly.

"is this the part where you kiss me then?"

you puckered your lips at him as if to invite him to do so and he chuckled, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. starving you of air as he hungrily devoured you, scouring your mouth with his tongue. the tip of his cock rubbed against your willing entrance, inching in ever so slowly. god, the burning stretch was always a surprise. he was just that thick.

"do your wrists hurt? want them up top?"

"mm..." you managed to groan out as your mind got deliriously full with thoughts of his cock.

"words, sweetie."

"up top. a little uncomfy."

his evol expertly manoeuvred your wrists above your head and he pinned them there, as his hands started to wander up your body. deciding to land on your chest where he thumbed your nipples.

"how's this?"

"goood..." you slurred out, rocking your hips against his still member. why wouldn't he just fuck you? always such a tease...

"look at my kitten purr... want more don't you?"

you nodded, whimpering and nuzzling into his neck.

"m'kay, let me ease it in...let me know if it's too much."

and when he finally bottomed out after what feels like centuries, you are so utterly blanked out and stuffed that you couldn't imagine the thought of him fucking you anymore. this was already so, so delicious on top of the masterful way he handled your body with those perfect hands of his.

your arms were around his neck, gripping at his hair as you whined about just how fucking full his cock made you feel.

"i can pull out." he teased and you hissed at him like a kitten being denied their meal.

"just...stay like this...for a second." you grunted and he complied ( typical ). he helped you onto his lap ( being the chair he was ), eliciting a soft mewl as it somehow sank his blunt head right into your needy spot. he just knew your body too well.

"ah..."

"don't rile me up sweetie... you know i can hardly resist your cute little sounds." he smiled against your skin, gently raking his fingers across your back in little scritches. meowing for him when he would scratch just right. your hips rolled into his, as the dull ache in your heat began to consume you into a burning desire for him to rail you into the bed.

but that just wasn't his style, if he could help it. sylus moaned into your ear at your needy rocking. despite asking for him to not move, you just couldn't help yourself could you?

"fuck...kitten... you want it? want me to fuck you good? want your sylus' cock to fill you up nice and properly?"

you whined in agreement and that was all he needed. he laid you down on the bed, propping your hips up with a pillow as his hands anchored on your hips. his cock dragged out slowly and it entered just as slowly. this slow motion drove you crazy as he repeated it over and over.

"this isn't enough..!" you sulked, kicking your legs petulantly into the sheets.

he chuckled.

"i suppose i did tell you to be greedier. you're a quick learner sweetie. very well, as my darling demands."

once his hips started picking up speed, the room resounded with the wet plap plap plap that echoed from your skin slapping against his. you squeaked when his evol moved your hands to his back, basically begging for you to scratch him and who are you to deny him? you grinded as much as you could on his hard cock with an insatiable appetite and he was only returning the favour after all...

you had orgasmed and came all over his cock several times by now, but he had shown no signs of slowing down. evil villain that he was, he did it all with such ease.

"i'm all the way...deep inside you," he pressed a hand on the slight bulge of your tummy, cooing with total reverence, "such a pretty kitty...taking my cock so well."

your hole leaked with white cream which he dragged out every time he thrusts. what a shame. he'd have to plug you up after filling you again.

"i'll cum so deep inside so you can feel me for days...maybe that'll distract you from your itching hm?" he chuckled. you tried to growl back, but it came out more as a pitiful moan.

"so sensitive...just can't stop cumming. can't even talk to me anymore? what a pity..." he moaned through a cocky grin, kissing your body endlessly, "don't worry, your limbs will be so weak you won't be able to scratch even if you want to."

and so, he insistently fucked you that night.

but, to be honest, you weren't in a mood to stop him.

your throat would be hoarse, your lower back aching and your hole would feel raw for a week after this, but you just couldn't bring yourself to care. it felt incredible and you just knew it meant you'd be pampered like royalty by your favourite person in the whole world.

"you're more than what you see in the mirror, my beloved... you are my entire meaning in this universe...and nothing will change that. and it definitely won't be affected by you bloodying my sheets because of your scabbed and scarred skin."

he whispered in your ear so tenderly as you curled up into his arms post-sex and post aftercare ( where he thoroughly cleaned you with his gentle hands, and even fed you chocolate-covered strawberries as you lazed around as his perfect kitten ). pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you drifted to sleep in complete comfort.

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idk if this is just my brainrot or if some other girlies can back me up on this... but like when im reading lads smut i feel like i can tell which dub they play on 😭😭😭

mean this in like the best way. as a sylus girlie i play on jp dub but i see lot of eng dub appreciation (rightfully so) and when im reading ppl's fics i feel like it's sooo eng dub sylus. like the way he talks. cus like jp dub sy is a bit less honey-like?? a bit more cut and dry?? am i going insane 😭😭😭

and the fics just kill it with the sickly sweet tone like thats sooo eng dub sylus to me.