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Pictured: Fat Mephisto, succumbing to temptation and it wasn't even worth it

He thought the gummy bear was a shiny trinket

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Capture my heart and frame it, won't you?

Context: I had to reinstall the LADS app because I got the glitch that wouldn't let me log in. I completely borked the app trying to do file repairs and getting impatient about it. I lost most of my in-game photos. I'm not too bummed out about it but i am just really sad that it had to happen on the one year Sylus anniversary 😔

ANYWAY SO I WROTE MY OWN COMFORT FIC SO THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY AAKSJSJDKKSL

To Sylus, the only thing worse than you being upset, was not knowing why you were upset in the first place.

It started a few days ago. You showed up at his base, tired and battle-worn after a shift of non-stop Wanderer encounters. He’d tried calling you at some point, to which you showed him exactly why you couldn’t answer back.

Your phone, chopped clean in half, by a Wanderer that managed to catch your side unguarded.

He had a routine for cheering you up. After assessing you for injuries, he’d carry you to the bath and pamper you with gently scented soaps in hopes of easing both your mind and body. On most days, it worked, and he’d carry you off to bed soon after.

You'd be smiling up at him with warmth and appreciation; leaving him wondering how to make it so that that look never had to leave your precious lips.

No matter, he’d thought to himself. Getting you a new phone was as easy as breathing. He’d already placed an order for a new one, and it arrived the next morning as soon as you woke up.

Burying your face into his chest and holding onto him like were you trying to disappear from the world was not a welcome break from that routine.

“Thank you, Sy.”

You thank him and go on with your day, but Sylus was not a fool. He could see the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you’d have this longing expression as you used your new phone, with a sadness he couldn’t ignore.

“Can you get the data back?”

His first thought was that the phone itself held sentimental value. He’d tell you that he’d take the remnants of it and see if he could repair it. He was confident that he could, at the very least, use what remained of the parts to restore it to working order.

“Everything that was uploaded into cloud storage will be restored, no issues.”

“...what about the stuff that wasn’t?”

You tell him not to bother, that you appreciate the offer but that you were happy with the new phone he’d given you.

He didn’t have a good answer.

He’d bite his tongue, fighting against the urge to disagree; to say that you weren’t happy at all.

The last straw was when he stepped into his base and found you in his office, staring misty eyed at the photo he had on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you in the valley of flowers, smiling up at each other with the phone on the ground; long forgotten but capturing what would’ve been your favorite photo from that day. The photo on Sylus’s desk was a gift from you, of which the only other copy would’ve been–

You finally tell him that you had an album full of photos of the two of you together. You had grown paranoid due to recent online data breaches. The album wasn’t uploaded to cloud storage because you were worried about anyone finding the photos and using them to hurt Sylus; whether it was his reputation or weaponizing your relationship against him.

Ah. There it is.

You had been meaning to create a back up, you’d tell him, but it had slipped your mind repeatedly the last few weeks. Now, you’re succumbing to the regret, thinking about the months and months memories, the special moments you’d shared with Sylus now just completely erased from existence.

You didn’t cry. You’d tell him that, even if it hurt to think about all the photos you’d lost, dealing with it became easier when they were together. That, no matter how many photos you’d lost, the person who shared those memories with was still right there beside you.

He didn’t promise to get the photos back. He would never promise you something he couldn’t actually retrieve for you. He didn’t ask you to recreate the photos with him. He felt it would hurt you more to have to revisit those precious memories one by one, only to be left with a cheap imitation of the love you shared that day.

And Sylus? His heart ached– burned, charred and painful.

No. Instead, he’d hold you close. Whether you’d eventually crack and weep in his arm or not, it was irrelevant to the fact that he was with you now.

And then, hours or days later, you would find a new album in your phone gallery. In it, there was a single photo you’d never seen before.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t have a favorite photo, in all honestly, but any photo that captures your unrestrained, unapologetic happiness? Every single one is, and will always be precious to me.”

You and Sylus, as he held you like a princess on one of his newly maintained motorcycles. You remember giggling and blushing up a storm as Sylus held you in place, peppering you with kisses all over your cheeks. The angle left no doubt in your heart that this photo was taken from Mephisto’s retinal video feed. When you ask Sylus about it later, he’d smile that cheeky, smug and oh so affectionate smile for you and you alone.

AGAIN, I'm not too upset or hurting about the photos. My wall of photos on the in-game desk are still there and I have local saved files of all of my absolute favorites (especially the Sylus ones) so i am gucci : D

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An overwhelming presence appears behind you as a great shadow blocks out the light above you. The breath from his maw, several times your size, washes over you as he looms over you.

His ancient eyes seem to be sparkling with interest in the gold coin on your back.

I would just like to preface this by saying i aint an rp blog but i read this ask, blacked out, and the woke up with art and an aching wrist so🧍‍♂️

"FINALLY! You're here!"

"I was getting tired."

"Weird outfit, but Miss Hunter probably likes this stuff."

"..."

"Haha. Very funny."

"I'm not a dumb bird. I'd recognize Boss anywhere."

"Maybe you could fool Luke or Kieran, but you're not fooling me."

" ...even if you've put on all the leather in the N109 Zone."

"Whatever, let's go. I bet you already want to go back and see Miss Hunter."

"Wake me up when we get home, mkay?"

*thumbs up emoji*

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I, unfortunately, had a thought.

I'm very sorry

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Does this count as smau? 🐦‍⬛🧍‍♂️ im sorry if it doesn't

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🪙here's a golden coin from a bygone era. you're the coolest birb 💓

-🐱💤

fat Mephisto wholeheartedly accepts your gift and words of praise

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IM SO DUMB I MEANT TO SAVE THIS POST FOR A RAINY DAY BUT I GUESS ITS HERE NOW

Would you still love me if I stopped being useful?

You thought about it often, whenever Sylus would whisper how pleased he was with your performance. You were reliable, and you had been the entire time you knew him.

You’d watch how he’d stare down any Onichynus member who was lacking, who had disappointed him with mediocre work. He’d always tell you that you weren’t like them, that you could never let him down the way they would, how your mere presence was already more of an achievement compared to the lowlife he’d had the misfortune of working with.

It was how Sylus would comfort you, how he’d reassure you. And for a while, it was enough.

But what if, you were cursed to wonder. Should the day come where your best was no longer such, would he still stand by you then?

A gift so boring it was offensive. A dinner so devoid of good company. A hand too warm, too small or too damaged to hold.

Come the day where the weight of his expectations are too much for you to bear, would you be alright with it crushing you to dust?

Maybe.

You wondered if such a fate was better than Sylus giving up on you, learning to stop relying on you entirely.

However, much to your surprise, Sylus often thought the same of himself. Deep in the cold vault in his heart where he kept his deepest conflictions he wondered: if he wasn’t useful to you, how then could he be deserving of you?

“I don’t mind being used by you.”

The only difference was that his innermost burdens weren’t born of insecurities, but of the pride of being the person who gets to love you for eternity.

The two of you would learn this, eventually. Whether it was a close call out in the field, a lukewarm argument after a long day or just a quiet confession in a moment of vulnerability; it didn’t matter.

If he was being a hypocrite for loving unconditionally, yet holding himself to an impossible standard—  how could you chastise him for that, if you were no different?

“There will be days where we do our best, and days where we don’t want to try at all. On the days we forget to love ourselves, our other half will be right there beside us to remember.”

I think this is genuinely the first time I've ever posted something I've written online. It's a little nerve-racking to think about;;

I hope yall like it : D

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Would you still love me if I stopped being useful?

You thought about it often, whenever Sylus would whisper how pleased he was with your performance. You were reliable, and you had been the entire time you knew him.

You’d watch how he’d stare down any Onichynus member who was lacking, who had disappointed him with mediocre work. He’d always tell you that you weren’t like them, that you could never let him down the way they would, how your mere presence was already more of an achievement compared to the lowlife he’d had the misfortune of working with.

It was how Sylus would comfort you, how he’d reassure you. And for a while, it was enough.

But what if, you were cursed to wonder. Should the day come where your best was no longer such, would he still stand by you then?

A gift so boring it was offensive. A dinner so devoid of good company. A hand too warm, too small or too damaged to hold.

Come the day where the weight of his expectations are too much for you to bear, would you be alright with it crushing you to dust?

Maybe.

You wondered if such a fate was better than Sylus giving up on you, learning to stop relying on you entirely.

However, much to your surprise, Sylus often thought the same of himself. Deep in the cold vault in his heart where he kept his deepest conflictions he wondered: if he wasn’t useful to you, how then could he be deserving of you?

“I don’t mind being used by you.”

The only difference was that his innermost burdens weren’t born of insecurities, but of the pride of being the person who gets to love you for eternity.

The two of you would learn this, eventually. Whether it was a close call out in the field, a lukewarm argument after a long day or just a quiet confession in a moment of vulnerability; it didn’t matter.

If he was being a hypocrite for loving unconditionally, yet holding himself to an impossible standard—  how could you chastise him for that, if you were no different?

“There will be days where we do our best, and days where we don’t want to try at all. On the days we forget to love ourselves, our other half will be right there beside us to remember.”

I think this is genuinely the first time I've ever posted something I've written online. It's a little nerve-racking to think about;;

I hope yall like it : D

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To the people asking for my banner image

It’s scuffed as hell but I hope it continues making y’all giggle

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thank you for supporting the fat Mephisto agenda ✨️❤️

I just wanna inject a bit more silly into lads because i don't handle angst well without proper aftercare

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7:19 PM - Sylus is making Mephisto go through a series of trials to see if it has red-green colorblindness

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STOP!

You’ve scrolled too far. You must pay the toll.

The bottle cap toll.

Fat Mephisto will accept nothing less than your shiniest of trinkets