#does anyone even still remember this game

[sylusgworl]

SUCH A TEASE ft. SYLUS

notes: fluff, gn!reader, flirty sylus, reader is a klutz, sylus just does whatever he wants, slightly suggestive but nothing else.

a/n: hiii, this is the first piece i've posted on this blog, i hope it's up to your standards O///O. wc. 400ish . rbs are much appreciated <3 . m.list

sylus loves teasing you, at every given chance. but these days, oh he took it on another level.

when you were in the kitchen, he nonchalantly got dangerously close to you, his nose almost brushing your neck as you felt his hot breath grazing your skin, your back touching his solid torso, only for him to grab something from one of the cabinets and just walk away, unaware of the storm he put your heart in.

when you came home from work, he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue wrestling yours and leaving you breathless, only to let go and leave you there, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

when you wake up next to him the next morning, you notice his sleeping face and rhythmic breaths. you lean closer, your face an inch apart from his, as you study his long lashes and soft skin, your fingers trail from his temple down to his mouth, and then he just parts his lips and nibbles on your finger, making you yank your hand back and widen your eyes with a yelp, surprised.

“what a way to say good morning, kitten,” he teases you, yet again, in a groggy voice, a shadow of slumber still cast over his scarlet eyes.

your cheeks heat up in shame, your heart jumps in your throat, like a criminal caught red-handed.

“keep going, i think you liked touching my face very much,” he murmurs in an almost drowsy, low-pitched voice, as he grips your hand and places your fingers over his lips, then on his chin, only to trail down his neck and on his sculpted biceps.

“sylus, what are you do-” but he doesn’t let you finish, and keeps going. your hand has now reached his navel, a couple of inches away from the rim of his pants.

“stop!” you yell with a flushed face. sylus’ gaze shows signs of amusement, as you try to wriggle your way out of his grip.

“you started this game, sweetheart, don’t you remember?”

in an instant he pushes you under him, and looks at you. the amusement from earlier is no more, his eyes now darkened with an unspoken desire.

he lowers his head, you're too surprised to even react, and almost let out a yell when you feel his mouth latched onto your neck as he sucks and nibbles on the tender skin, one hand gripping both of yours against the headboard, his knee parting your legs while the other hand keeping him balanced as he works his magic.

“s-syl-” but you’re quickly shut up by a kiss, violent against your lips but surely not undesired.

you respond to the kiss with readiness, although feeling helpless against his strength.

“there. payback,” he grins, and heaves himself up on the bed. you try to catch your breath without taking your eyes off him. you’re not mad. scratch that. you are mad. you wanted more, although you’d never admit it to him.

“look at my pretty artwork,” he grabs your face between his hands and turns your head to look at your neck.

oh no. oh no. no no no.

you get his hands away from your face and run to the mirror. there, a flushed [name] meets your eyes, and on her neck a very-much visible reddish hickey.

“sylus! i have work…” you whine, brushing your sensitive skin with your fingers, as if that'd be enough to erase the love bite on your neck.

© sylusgworl - 2025, all rights reserved / i don't allow anyone to copy, repost on other platforms or sell my works.

[ianthi]

regarding this.. ( LONG RANT AHEAD!!! ) the HUGE shared belief in the omori fandom that basil is the obsessive one and that sunny doesn't care nearly as much ticks me off so bad, cause like, it takes maybe 2? minutes best of slightly deep thought to realise that's not true 😭 basil's wretched mischaracterization plays a big role in this but it's mostly people overlooking the details about the game itself 😭 for a fandom that supposedly loves finding details about this game, it's almost ironic that the main characters remain painfully misunderstood

Headspace for starters ... Basil is the only one with an actual house from the main cast· (his house is also a shoe, there are shoes hanging across from Sunny's house– considering he could most likely see them from his bedroom window, it's not a stretch to say he thought of Basil every night before going to sleep and the sight of those shoes fused the two together for him) Basil is the only one with teal hair from the main cast, and do not say it's just because he's blonde.. Basil has an entire Headspace area dedicated to him. Basil's favourite food is one of the most recurring things in all of Headspace. Basil's photo album is so important to Sunny that it exists even in Headspace- and the only picture from that photo album in which Omori blushes is the one where he's alone with Basil. Sunny memorised everything Basil has said about the flowers he assigned to his friends; alongside almost everything Basil has ever said in general.. Oh, and also, the primary objective in Headspace (and half the game) is literally looking for Basil lmao 😭

In Black Space, the very embodiment of Sunny's hope and the one who desperately tries over and over to pull him out of his escapism and save him (Stranger) looks like Basil. Because he is his hope and his guidance. He is dear to him. Dearer than anything.

In the real world, Basil and Sunny's relationship is much more on the nose, but there are still little details betraying Sunny's true feelings– Basil's bed is the only one Sunny thinks is comfortable besides his own. He picks out a floral wallpaper sample at the store just like the one in Basil's room because it reminds him of his best friend, the warmth he and his room provides him. They had assigned chairs in Sunny's house because the two of them spent so much time sitting there together ... Even before the incident, Basil was the only one Sunny ever opened up to about his feelings. Basil has probably heard Sunny's voice more than anyone else ever has. Maybe that's why his silence towards him brings him such unfathomable pain.

Sunny and Basil are interwoven. A red string of fate ties the two of them together. They're literally the first thing you see when you start the game. You can't have one without the other; well, you can, but more than half the game as well as half the endings show you why it's not a good idea...

Basil is the reason Sunny has stayed alive for so long– he wants to save his best friend. That choice is ultimately the one that determines whether Sunny will keep going or not. Doing that is the only way Sunny can remember the truth and overcome his trauma. It's evidently difficult to face him but he does so regardless· because they're the only ones who can save eachother. As proven by the secret / true ending, no matter how their friends react, Basil will always be by Sunny's side and vice versa- and nothing or no one is possible of changing that.

Never forget ...

[lollipopsnowy]

wehhhh 😭😭

[inksandpensblog]

something about the majority of Sebastian’s possible interactions being negative when he’s the only interactive entity in the game. something about player engagement and the desire for exploration and how this is fulfilled via interaction. something about player interactions prompting negative reactions from Sebastian but reactions are still reactions and so the player is essentially rewarded for harassing him. something about how any attempt to discover more of what his character has to offer basically ruins any rapport you could’ve been building with him. something about how the only way to keep in whatever good graces he still has is to go against player instinct and and leave him the fuck alone and deliberately not attempt to engage beyond the ground rules he lays out.

[moeblob]

Demyx (my beloved)

[shortypipatrick]

EVERYONE needs to watch this, absorb it, sit with it... just experience it because it is undeniably beautiful, and it is so well written and well performed... And I think it encapsulates what it would really be for Henry and Hans to be in love in the 15th century... It's good.

My rambling thoughts:

"I saw Hans Capon stop pretending for the first time all evening when he walked in the room... Henry" And he does, too. Like, all throughout the first game, every time he sees Henry he drops all pretense and shouts, "Henry's come to see us!" "It's Henry!"

"No crest. No gold. No title to offer..."

It's beautiful. It's important to remember the historical context too because it's illegal, forbidden, a mortal sin, on so many fronts. Two men, but it isn't just that. It's a noble and a commoner.... Even if Henry was a woman, it would be forbidden. There's no world where they can just *be*

"Something shifted. Not in the air, not in the light, but in Hans. It was like watching someone breathe after being held underwater for too long."

This is just a beautiful line, and I need to show it appreciation. It paints a beautiful picture of a man who is so desperate for Henry that being without him is like being without air. There's so, so much love in this sentence.

"as if some part of them had been reaching and had just come home"

Again, this line just needs some love. It's so beautiful

"And Hans... he stopped pretending. .... like watching a candle remember it was fire."

AGAIN THIS LINE IS GORGEOUS

"His eyes lifted and found Henry's, and in that single glance, something ancient passed between them. Not longing; knowing."

"They looked at each other as if their very souls had once been entangled"

Again, there is just so much love pouring from both of these statements. "Something ancient" sticks with me especially; this isn't new. it isn't something that just started. It's something that always was, it was their fate. Their souls were, probably still are entangled. Always have been. Like you said, it's *ancient.* It's always been there... this love they share, it isn't going anywhere, either. It's engraved in their souls, they fit together perfectly. Maybe they can find each other again in another life.

"Their palms pressed together like pages of a book no one was allowed to read."

This is so beautiful (I'm going to keep using that word so get used to it). A whole story passing between them in a touch, a lifetime they'll never have, but have dreamed of together, separately, day and night, and for anyone else to know would doom them... no, certainly no one else is allowed to read these pages.

"like two people whose skin had once known each other in darkness, and now in light must pretend it never happened"

And this is just heartbreaking.

"enough to make Henry's lips tremble, like he wanted to speak, but remembered what it would cost."

THIS LINE. I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE I WATCHED THIS YESTERDAY. IT'S SO STUCK IN MY HEAD IT'S LIKE A TATTOO ON MY BRAIN.

It would cost everything. Literally everything. they have to be so careful... it must be torture, to see someone they love so dearly, and not even to be able to speak, not openly.

"As if their palms carried the echo of a night that neither of them would ever be allowed to speak of again..."

This is fucking me up so bad, I'm basically chewing through my laptop as I try to write this. No matter how many times I listen, it doesn't get less painful. The reality of this romance, of the consequences of them feeling it, of the relentless hopelessness they both feel knowing that it's never going to amount to anything beyond a secret... shit.

"and I saw Hans look back, like someone that would give anything to return to that place for just one more night."

This is where it starts to bring tears to my eyes :(

"I saw the truth in the space between their fingers. in the softness that passed like a secret across their skin. And I know now, the man I am to marry has already loved someone the world will never let him name."

Never. And there's not even a chance. Not in their lifetimes, not in their children's or their children's. There's nothing to be done about it at all, except to remember, to briefly touch in these tiny private moments, to let the words they can't say flow without a sound. I love you.

"Hans watched Henry the way I once watched falcons trace the sky... Hans once flew, and now they are asking him to fold his wings and walk."

Let me say right now that the caged bird metaphors for Hans will NEVER fail to break me, and this one you've got here is just... YES.

"I have never flown. I was born in this cage. I've made peace with its shape."..

AND THIS! The way my heart is breaking for a character that isn't even in the game. She deserves so much more, and so does Hans. But there's just not a reality where that's the case. But she knew this long, long ago; it's a woman's lot.

"But Hans... He still remembers the wind."

Hans didn't think this would be his lot. He thought he'd find a woman, he'd fall in love and marry her and they'd have 2.5 kids and he would rule over Pirkstein with her like his father had with his mother... He'd be a great lord...

But then this Blacksmith's boy showed him another world, another life... and it's gone as quickly as it arrived.

"And when I look at him, I see a man trying to forget the sky."

But he won't, will he? How could anyone forget the sky.

"Oh, what cruelty it must be to give a bird the sky and then ask it to sing behind bars."

And this is tragic, not just for Hans, not just for Henry, but for Jitka, too. Because she knows she is the cage. This marriage is the cage. This life that Hans is going to have with her is his cage, and it always will be, and there's nothing in the world that can change that... And nothing can take this knowledge away from her, not after she saw what passed between Henry and Hans in that tiny, vulnerable moment. Not after she saw what love looked like, a glimpse of a bird flying free... He'll never be that for her. She'll never be able to give him happiness, and he'll never be able to give her happiness.

"I will be his wife ... but I will never be the wind."

Just. Masterpiece

"I will never be the reason his voice softens, or his gaze lingers. That was given away, already, in a touch I was never meant to see."

You have this masterpiece of writing here (not just in this line, but all of it), that perfectly encapsulates how miserable and awful this is for Hans and Henry, and for Jitka. There's no relief for her because she isn't part of it. There's no avoiding the pain because she isn't forbidden from her love, but rather because the man she's meant to marry is forbidden from his love, and will never be able to offer her the same. She's as trapped as he is. She's "made peace with the shape of her cage," but that doesn't make it any easier.

"Hans will never speak of it, and neither will I."

There's so much mercy in this line... so much love. This is how she'll show her love for Hans. By leaving him this secret, by never telling, by never asking... She'll leave him with this private moment and she'll let him have that for himself and for Henry. And that's her love to him. It's the grandest gesture she can offer him. It's all she has.

"Like two men letting go of a cliff's edge before the world saw them fall."

This reminds me so much of the Hannibal finale. That scene is so painful in its own right, and to be reminded of it here.. it's beautiful, there is absolutely no doubt about that. I adore it. But GODDAMN.

"Hans is not cruel. No, cruelty would almost be easier... at least then I could hate him."

And this is where my tears really start to fall. She's barely even a whole character! She's just mentioned, she isn't in the game, and already there is so much pain she'll have to endure... just!!!! I feel for her, and I'm so glad to have something out there in the world from her point of view, something to show that this doesn't just hurt Hans and Henry, that this cruelty isn't just some divine punishment for them, but for Jitka, too. And they're all completely innocent in the matter. Just people who got caught up in feelings that were always going to be there, that are as easy to stop as the turning of the Earth on its axis... inevitable. They're victims of an unjust world.

"And I think in some quiet corner of his noble heart, he pities me too."

I agree 100% He's not heartless - so, so much the opposite. He just can't show it, can he? Because she doesn't know, or at least she isn't supposed to know. To show pity for her for his deepest secret would be something he couldn't risk... so he'd have to keep it bottled up, buried so far inside that she'd doubt it was there, but it is. I'm sure.

"to look at someone as if they are the very place your soul returns to and know you must walk away"

GOD IT'S SUCH A GOOD LINE PLEASE HELP ME

"And in the quiet of our chambers, when Hans does not speak, I will know what silence he is holding, and it will not be shaped like me."

Another beautiful line that I just cannot get over.

This whole thing is written so well. It makes you feel so much for Hans, for Henry, and for Jitka... and you can see the pain they're all feeling, how difficult this is for all of them. And it sticks with you, and it hurts.

It's incredible. I can't get enough of this. Thank you

What if Jitka of Kunstadt saw something she was never meant to see? Not scandal. Not betrayal — but love. True love. In the space between two hands. In the man she was meant to marry.

I wrote this monologue from her point of view. And somewhere between writing and voicing it… I broke my own heart.

[newfriendatfreddys]

he really is. this is just, this is all he really knows? hes put in a lot of effort to be better and i think this is just, haha, a bump in the road. i dont agree with what he said to you at all, but he really is trying

shit wait for real? this is all he really knows? fuck, i'm sorry. i forgot that not knowing or remembering anything outside this place just gives someone such a fundamentally fucked up worldview that they become unable to internalize that Tormenting People On Purpose Is Bad and maybe they Shouldn't Do It. gosh, it must take such a tremendous amount of effort for someone Like That to Not be awful to everyone, always, at every given opportunity, when that's what this world literally brainwashes them, near unavoidably, into being! wow. he's so brave. and unique! there is no one else who could possibly know what it's like to have no memory of the outside world and only know this fucking place. woah. holy smokes. my mind is blown. thank you for sharing

[fei-scribbles]

tried working with a muted colour palette that reminded me of vivia

i wanna turn up the saturation so badly omfg how do people make muted colours look good-

[whathasangramainyudonewrong]

What’s the sitch with Caren and Angra Mainyu? Is it as simple as Caren having a crush on him or do I not have all the information?

The short answer is “It’s complicated”

The long answer is “It’s None Of Your Business”

- Aŋra Mainiiu

[voidimp]

i hate that the sims has stupid limited time in game events with exclusive reward items whyyyy cant i just play when i want. why cant you just release the items for free without having to meet certain requirements in the game!! or even as a pack to buy honestly!!! but this limited time shit fucking sucks!!!!!

[arsenicflame]

the way i play with Izzyverse is with every Izzy forming from a branching timeline- that they were all the same at some point, only one thing sent them off on the path to be "someones". some are obvious; Sam, Ed, Jack & Hornigold branch from the mutiny- a split second decision on who to go with, a miss timed hit leaving him in Hornigolds grasp- but the others are less so. how would he become Jackie's, or Ned's, or Anne and Mary's? what happens to make an Izzy Stede's? how do they even meet?

[arolesbianism]

Sits in shambles I didn't read maybe Jorge's id correctly in the mysterious hermit logs the first god knows how many times I read them and only just now realized that it's the same id as the scientist that speaks in the agricultural notes log why must I be so bad at reading

[kobochajunkbox]

Copypasta'd a charming quote I saw from the Mad Max game (2015) to search the source and-

[bearsgrove]

i need to play dao again so bad

[teaboot]

One time my mom took me to a hibachi grill with a bunch of her friends and if you've never been to a hibachi grill basically the draw is that theres a bunch of interactive performance stuff done by the cook who cooks for you at your table, and one of the tricks they did at this one was take a squeeze bottle full of liquor and shoot it into your mouth across the table (with permission)

And now at our table my mom explained this because it was my first time going, and she wanted to make sure to warn me it was liquor because she knows I don't drink- she just said "if he offers to shoot at your mouth, say no because it's alcohol".

And so the chef does his thing and it's all very impressive, but the time does come where he pulls out this squeeze bottle of booze and asks me if I wanna try

I of course say no, because I really don't do alcohol, so he moves on to someone else

And I watch, and slowly come to understand that this is some sort of game, because once someone is drinking from the continuous flow the chef starts counting "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

I realize that we're trying to see who can keep drinking the liquor from three feet away without choking or spilling, and its a bummer cause i kinda wanna try and I CAN'T

But he goes around the table with everyone there, and I think my mom makes it to three, one friend makes it to five, I think my brother got to three as well, and he comes back to me

And I'm REALLY bummed out now but I will not drink alcohol, so I sort of sadly repeat that I can't when he pulls out a SECOND BOTTLE and grins and goes "juice?"

And Im like FUCK YEAH LET'S GO and I'm a bit worried he's gonna spray it into my eye or something but he doesn't, it hits me right at the back of the throat, and I start drinking while the whole fucking table counts "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

And like

It just sorta

Kept going?

And Im looking at the chef and he starts freaking out by the time we get to six, and at around seven I kinda start looking around and my auntie is staring back in shock, my brother is laughing his ass off and my mom has her face in her hands

And then at like nine or ten it gets like. Super tense and quiet, and only the chef is still counting

And I guess it got too much for even him cause we're at eleven and I don't believe in quitting early and it is almost painful how awkward it's getting

So he cuts me off at twelve and raises his hands in the air and everyone else cheers and claps like a dumb movie

and I just sit back in my seat to look back at my mother staring at me surrounded by everyone she knows, bright fucking red in the face and choking with honest to god tears in her eyes and she puts her face back in her palms and starts chanting "I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know"

So I give her the biggest, proudest grin and tell her, "I won."

So now every time something suggestive happens in a movie, or in conversation, or something shocking happens around us and she goes to jokingly cover my ears, I just ask her, "Remember when I won?" And she goes face-down and groans, because I know EXACTLY how she thinks I trained to develop that particular skill and she HATES knowing that about me

The truth is though, I'm a whole ass 28 year old virgin. I've never so much as kissed anyone in my life. I had no idea I could do that trick until that exact moment

But she doesn't know that, and I'm never gonna tell her

[followerofmercy]

Networking/Knowing A Guy: A Guide

This is the autism website. Now, as an extension of the power of love and friendship, there are few things more useful than Knowing A Guy. Knowing A Guy means you have a support network. Knowing a plumber, or a tax accountant, or just that one dude that's really fucking good at finding the information you need when you're really overwhelmed, can be the difference between being able to pay rent and having a fun party with friends to fix your shit.

How does one end up Knowing A Guy? It's a skill you can develop called Networking and it is one of the foundations of society. Unfortunately making those connections with people is fucking hard and nobody makes a tutorial for it. So, here you go:

The golden rule is you scratch my back and I scratch yours

It is necessary for survival to seek out useful people

Great news! Everyone is useful in some form or fashion - including you! When given the opportunity to learn about someone, do it! Extroversion does not come naturally to some people and that's okay. Just take whatever falls in your lap.

Types of usefulness: trade skills, connections of their own, personality you jive with, pleasant to talk to, niche interest in shared hobby, security - the list is pretty much endless. I know a guy that lives in the metro area - no job, no major hobbies, inoffensively annoying to me personally, kinda ignorant, not attractive to me, but you know what? He knows how the fuck to get around the city by foot. My rural-raised ass APPRECIATES the guide.

Remember important information: general personality, background, skillset, likes and dislikes. You can find this information by making smalltalk about their life. There is no such thing as pointless conversation. (Yes, even the annoying smalltalk)

The more people you know, the higher the likelihood that one of them will be useful in a given situation - or will know someone who is.

It is overwhelming. In a given clique/community/workspace/whatever, there is A Guy Who Knows The Other Guys. This Guy is a shortcut. Find them. They're often elderly, extroverted, a little bit annoying, a secretary or in some otherwise forward-facing position. Look for people that are gossipy/talk about other people a lot but not in negative ways. If they constantly talk shit, they'll talk shit about you too. They're still useful but be careful with the information you share

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.*

If you have low self esteem, you're going to feel like you're using people. You're not. That's the devil talking. People like feeling valued and the connections you are making are the threads holding community together. Recognize people for their talents. It's only a problem when you're taking advantage of people

So: don't feel scummy about it. You're an animal. You have to claw out your right to survive and people will respect you more for it.

Luckily mutualism is the name of the game in the animal kingdom. Offer something back. The foundation of a Know A Guy relationship is Mutual Benefit

Sometimes that Mutual Benefit is just spreading news of the The Guy far and wide. My plumber friend is my actual friend and I love her to death, but I'm maintaining our backscratch relationship by pimping out her plumbing business to anyone that'll listen

Food is a good Mutual Benefit. People across cultures for all of human history have bonded over food. I have good success asking people for a favor and then offering to buy them lunch in return **

General compensation is also good. Offer a service in return and always do your best to offer financial compensation as appropriate. Having your plumber friend take a look at your drain: doable with a case of beer. Having your plumber friend redo the pipes in your entire house? You need to pay for that.

Being transactional is not necessarily a bad thing. I would advise against keeping an itemized list of things owed, but fish don't seek out cleaner shrimp just because they enjoy their company. Everyone gets something

Unfortunately being extroverted and generally personable is a huge benefit here, but that's the value of the Guy That Knows A Guy. There's someone out there that has consolidated All The Guys so you don't have to be the local expert. Always remember nobody can do everything and you don't need to master every skill

* This is the foundation of a functioning community. I have many acquaintances that I find incredibly annoying. They include doctors, welders, artists, social workers, lawyers, construction crew and random fuckers at the grocery store. I do not hang out with them. I do not have to in order to maintain a civil Know A Guy relationship. I can drop them useful tidbits and fuck right off so I don't have to spend any more time than necessary with them

** People may assume romantic intent. Be prepared for that. I generally denote that it's a friendly/work lunch by calling them bro at some point if they're my age. Otherwise my general demeanor is sufficient to show that I do this with everyone

Source: personal experience, mother's teachings of crime, booth vending and poverty