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30+ LADS/FC5/SPN

[sayangrafayel]

Childhood trio Pt. MC radar

MC: Zayne, I can't find Caleb anywhere. It's too crowded here.

Zayne: I got this.

Zayne: CALEB SUCKS!

nothing

MC: Wait, try saying my name.

Zayne: Ok.

Zayne, under his breath: MC sucks.

Caleb fighting his way through the crowd

Caleb: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY PIPSQUEAK?

Zayne: Got him.

MC, laughing: Stupid.

[sunsetagain]

The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Magnum Opus + Travel Plans text message

[unintentionalseductress]

The only gif I'll ever need from that trailer 🥺

That kiss is everything

[catcze]

SEMI-NSFW!! 16+ ONLY !! — Sylus. gn reader, no body parts mentioned. Fade to black right before you fuck so nothing explicit, but heavily implied. Lovesick Sylus ♡

Yes, Sylus finds enjoyment in branding your skin with his teeth, leaving marks for all to admire for the coming days. He’s a man in love— sue him. But when you’re the one marking him up, clinging to him with your face buried in his neck and your teeth in his skin, painting another pretty bruise there for everyone to see, Sylus’ breath catches and his heart races. Knowing that you’re marking him— that you’re staking a claim on him. That you’re declaring him yours. Your man, your beloved, your dragon.

A helpless groan rises from his chest, guttural and rough. One of his arms wraps around you, keeping you pressed close. It’s almost like he’s begging you to keep going— to leave more bites and bruises on his skin. Enough that they won’t fade, enough that no one doubts the fact that he’s yours.

His other hand rises to his mouth, shakily trying to muffle the embarrassing litany of gasps and groans that are punched from his chest. His cheeks are heated, his wool body feeling like it’s burning under your touch.

“I’m all yours,” Sylus can’t help but breathlessly murmur when you (regrettably) part from the painting of bruises on his neck. His eyes are hazy— dazed. Like he’s seeing the world in sparkles and shines, with you at the center of it all. His hand tightens around your waist. “Say it, my heart. Please.”

And he’s helpless as you caress his cheek so gently. Helpless to melt in the palm of your hand, cheek nuzzling against your touch like a man starved. His eyes flutter shut, and his one hand grasps yours, holding it still as he presses a kiss to the base of your palm, then your wrist, then each of your fingertips.

You shiver at the heat in his kiss— at the expression of pure love and desire that he wears. It’s hard to breathe, you think, when faced with your dragon’s immeasurable devotion. “You’re mine,” you say, soft and sincere, trying your best to not let your voice shake. Sylus shakes underneath you. “From now until eternity— you’re mine.”

And he groans, raw and ragged, the sound of deep satisfaction pulled from somewhere in the recesses of his soul. It feels so right when you say that— when you claim him as yours. It makes all the years he’s spent without it seem microscopic in comparison. He’d relive it all, just to hear you say it again and again.

“And you’re mine, as well,” Sylus says, taking your hand and pressing it over his chest, where his heart beats, but only for you. “And I will always find my way back to you.”

With a single smooth movement, he rolls the two of you until your back is cushioned against the sheets of the bed, and he’s hovering over you— the only thing you can see. Crimson eyes devour you hungrily, reverently. But his hand is still gentle as he caressed your cheek, soft in the way his arm around your middle still keeps you pressed against him.

“Let me show you my devotion, my heart, so that you never forget it again,” Sylus murmurs, the hand on your cheek trailing down— down your neck, past your chest, even lower than your stomach, and suddenly, you understand why dragons are described as greedy creatures.

[chubby-bun-bun]

anything for you, darling

sylus x reader, hurt/comfort

If only you knew the atrocities he would commit, all in the name of his devotion to you.

You’re lying on your side, head nestled on his lap. Above you, you faintly hear him humming—a low, gravelly tune, his steady hand gently carding through your hair. The melody is slightly discordant, but the rich timbre of his voice makes you close your eyes, leaning subconsciously into his touch.

The party downstairs is in full swing, but you don’t feel like joining in on the fun. Odd, considering how much you’d looked forward to this event—a celebration of his recent acquisition of a coveted arms manufacturing company.

But when you went to the vanity he’d built for you for a final once-over, your excitement faltered. The dress, while breathtaking and clearly crafted with care and intention, doesn’t accentuate the places you’d hoped it would. It must be your body, you think. It just doesn’t do the dress justice.

And so, you retreated to hide away in his room.

It wasn’t long before he found you, though.

He didn’t ask why you were there. Without a word, he made his way to the bed, propped himself against the headboard, and pulled you to him.

Which brings you to this moment, lying on his lap, lulled by his crooked yet endearing lullaby as his fingers thread through your hair.

“The dress is lovely,” you murmur. “Thank you for having it made for me.”

“It looks especially lovely on you—everything does,” he replies, sincere, pulling a small, rueful smile from you.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time, Sy,” you say, chuckling lightly.

The hand in your hair stills. “I mean every word of praise I throw your way.”

You pat his knee gently. “I know. I just don’t want it to feel like a chore for you, is all.”

A firm but tender grip on your jaw draws your gaze up to meet his. His garnet eyes burn with intensity, pinning you in place.

“Did someone say something tonight?” he asks, tone low. The subtle threat in his inquiry sends a chill down your spine.

“No!” you stammer, a hand darting out to press against his chest. “No one said anything. I’m just…my mind’s just all over the place.”

His eyes narrow, and a thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth. “If anyone dares to say anything to you, you tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” you squeak, face now thoroughly warm.

He relaxes, releasing you before resuming his ministrations in your hair.

You take a few moments to calm your racing pulse. “You should stop being so scary,” you mutter, poking at the buttons of his tailored suit.

“I’m afraid being scary comes with this line of work.”

“It sounded like you’d kill the hypothetical person who said something mean to me.”

“Sweetie, I’d burn the world for you.”

Your retort dies in your throat.

His eyes are closed again, and he’s resumed his humming. You want to call him out on his joke, but deep down, you know he means it.

“Sylus?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

You feel a gentle pat on your forehead.

“Anytime, Kitten.”

[bluskaies]

[sylebs]

Sylus.

[squira180]

My attempt at younger versions of Seed brothers I can't draw teenangers 😢

[josephseedismyfather]

The Seeds

@redreart blessed me with this beautiful piece for my birthday yesterday, too! 😭😍 Your talent constantly amazes me my friend! Everything about this is perfect! The details! The facial expressions! The lighting!

If you're considering working with her, I'd highly recommend it! Her art is beautiful and she makes the process easy!

[bruceysworld]

@redreart is so freaking gifted and I love ALL their work 🤩

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

I did a charater analysis on John Seed Pt. 2

John is the only Herald that doesn't kill anyone, severely maime, yes, but he doesn't kill, out of all the Heralds, he actually gives people the choice to confess to him right away without harm. Jacob, it's either do as you're told and kill, or die, and with Faith, it's either join or become a braindead Angel. John has destroyed people's houses, but not before warning them to get out, for example; Grace Armstrong's home was destroyed by John, but she's still alive. John is also the only one to not kill the Deputy's allies. Jacob; Eli. Faith; Virgil & Marshall. Joseph; Dutch. He may have severely hurt Nick, but at least John gave him the choice. While the Deputy is tied up, waiting for John to come back to the confession room, he doesn't come back, even if you sit and wait for him, he just doesn't come back. Which implies that maybe he wants the Deputy to actually escape... he even makes comments like "The doors are closing Deputy, last chance to leave!" and "...if you stay here, I will bleed your little princess like a stuck pig." There is a note in the clinic you can read about Mary May, basically she had gotten a tattoo from John, but no other scars. So John never hurt Mary, even says it in the book of Absolution; a FarCry Novel. So John does give people chances, even multiple as John wrote multiple letters to Nick, pleading with him to join. So to say the least, John is a somewhat fair person, he also seems to go easier on the Females rather than the Males. During the cutscene of John's death, he becomes very genuine with us, questioning us to stop and think "What if Joseph is right?" he also says that the world is on the brink of destruction, you can feel it. When John laughs, "Look at the headlines, look who's in charge", he smiles... and out of all the times John has smiled at us, this one seems the most genuine. When John says "You don't understand, you don't believe, you don't care!" John pleads to us with genuine worry in his voice and it's written on his face. Just before John dies, he says this... "May God have mercy on your soul." John shows us that even though we've done so much wrong to him and the people of Eden's Gate, he still wishes for God to go easy on us... John hasn't done that with anyone, not even Mary May which he likes so much. I believe John also says this because he knows he may go to hell, and he doesn't wish that upon the Deputy...

Now that We've looked at everything, let's see a comparison to what people think John is, VS what he really is.

Personified John

A Monster

A Creep

A Charismatic Liar

Sadistic/Narcissistic

Heartless

Soulless

Psychopath

Control Freak

Scary

Joseph's Puppet

Has an Inferiority Complex

Selfish

Mean

Terrible taste in interior decorating

Terrible cook (because him and his brothers made watery mac n cheese)

lustful

Stupid Rich

Successful

Real John

Broken

Deeply Scarred

Lies to hide who he is

Slight PTSD

Deeply Caring\Deeply Loving

Doesn't know what reciprocated love feels like.

Feels like a Failure.

Is afraid of Joseph and disappointing him.

Feels like a disappointment.

Actually has unique taste in interior decorating (he's a real estate lawyer, what do you expect?)

Gives people many chances for redemption/atonement.

Tries to 'earn' Joseph's love.

Doesn't know how to cook (grew up in a home that mainly ordered fancy foods or probably had a personal chef.)

Uses sex to forget the pain of his childhood.

Feels like he needs to hurt people for failing him in getting a good home.

Feels like he's nothing without his sins (which is why he continues to try and drown people and severely hurt them.)

Is left-handed

Severely abused physologically.

Loves the color blue.

Loves Planes, specifically the P-51 Mustang 9 (possibly got the idea from the movie Dr. Strangelove. It has the P-51 Mustang plane in it. John also whistles the song "We'll Meet Again" which plays at the end of the movie. Possibly John's favorite movie and song.)

Would love to stare at the stars with someone because he loves the sky.

Would be forever in your debt if you made him dinner (food his how you show love in the south, and since he was possibly never made a homecooked meal, he would be very greatful.)

100% would read Dark Romance & Smut...

Personality type is EsTJ-T.

Gets lost in the country side because of the very little road markers. (He's too far used to the city.)

Likes Gourmet dishes but would rather have a homecooked meal.

Would be terrified of kids and only tolerate them. (secretely loves them from a distance.)

Wouldn't know true love if it slapped him in the face.

Would actually make a great lover.

Severe trust issues

Appears like a stuck-up Narc. but actually loaths himself.

If he did see that the Person truly loves him, he would hug them tightly and start crying because he never thought he could ever be truly loved/loved unconditionally.

Is literally the representation of Famine because he was starved of love his whole life.

Just wants someone to love him for him.

In conclusion to all of this, John is just a man who needs proper guidance, therapy, and love.

[m0chih0re]

Far cry 5 is slowly starting to take over my brain again. God help me

[thornb4ck]

pathetic blorbo!! i love him

[wrathfulrook]

Far Cry 5 as Text Posts - John Duncan Seed

[g0dspeeed]

"I am not here to take your life. I am here to give it to you."

John Seed in Yara, based on a RP I did with @noire610 💖

[skyvalkerx]

“ You have to love them, John. ”

[bruceysworld]

Yes, you can love me John

[glorygodngore]

[jaeheydaris]

he lived. he served cunt. he died.