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[connorsui]

I love your writing more than life itself

It's comments like these that make me keep on living ...they are like the extra IV bag on my bedside table ✨️🩷

It genuinely makes me wanna cry 🥺🩷

[charl0ttan]

getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm

[connorsui]

It could be morning or it could be the afternoon either which the sun would display with its golden little hue of all my repressed childhood memories that are so sweet it makes me remember of all the friends that I once adored ✨️

I could be in bed or on the floor, and the temperature would be just right, and all of a sudden, my vision would increase on its subscription pass to HD just to make me see how good I had it before depression sucked the life out of my world

[baobei-bu]

It's not exactly knitted buuuut Caleb, what a talented man you are

[connorsui]

IM CRYYYYYINGGGGGG I CANT EVEN FIND THIS DISTURBING!?!

IMAGINE IF THIS PLUSHIE COULD TALK!?!!?

THE THINGS SHE WOULD TELL US!?

THE THINGS HE DID

IM DYINGGGGG

[marked-by-sylus]

source

[connorsui]

The thoughts are thoughing and they are doing their job tremendously✨️ because imagine being a popular oil painter who has had their works displayed before for thousands of people to admire and talk about throughout their day?

But on a random morning you receive a message from your assistant stating that the sylus has requested for you to make a self-portrait of him? ..in his home? ..inside of his office? ..this is the man that nobody knows from the inside ..nobody has been inside of his home and lived to say anything ...but you take the job

And God why does every look coming from him gotta feel as if he's staring straight into your heart?

[purgatorygrl]

I wish that, instead of reacting angrily or feeling attacked by the love many women feel for Love and Deepspace, some men would adopt a more open attitude and use the lessons this game offers to improve the way they treat their partners and women in general.

Love and Deepspace is designed to make us feel loved and to convey what love should feel like. For me (and I know for many others), it has taught me to understand what I truly desire in a relationship and how I want to be treated. Love interests are designed to make us feel valued, prioritized, and deeply loved. They are attentive, respectful, and caring, showing their love without coercion or demands, putting us first, and the evolution of the relationship and its intimacy is built on trust and mutual respect.

Even mechanics like the menstrual cycle representation, which has been criticized so much, are a reflection of the care and empathy that should exist in a healthy relationship. Understanding your partner's stage of the cycle not only allows you to support them more sensitively, but also to show meaningful support during phases like the luteal phase or menstruation itself.

This game isn't about sex or pornography, as many people think, but about love, respect, and genuine affection. It teaches us what true love feels like, what a healthy relationship should be like, and what it means to be authentically loved. There's nothing wrong with this, nor should those of us who enjoy this experience feel ashamed.

[connorsui]

If I were to make a presentation with only a white board and a marker, the sentence: ✨️Elevating the standards of romance✨️ would be in big bold red letters for all the men to understand

Though I highly doubt even with such lettering it would not be able to cross the misogynistic mindset that seems to be getting bigger by every passing year ...asking to be loved..to be respected, and shown genuine affection should not be something that we have to ask for every day in order to feel like we are yearned for

Relationship and intimacy should definitely be built on the grounds of trust, value and respect ...

And hell if I'm gonna receive all of that love and devotion in a little cute game that robs me of my money every month? ...I'm going straight to it like it's crack

[connorsui]

"But why?" The words were spit out, sharp and laced with something bitter—resentment, disbelief, maybe even pity. "You saw the way she looked at you. Disgusted. Like you were the reason behind her misery. So tell me—what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of ... her?"

Silence settled like a slow-building storm. Then—

"The point is…" His voice was quiet at first, measured, as if he was forcing himself to speak the truth out loud. "I wanted her to crave me the way I craved her. To burn for me, to need me, the way I have needed her." His breath came slower, heavier. "Because no matter how much she fights it, no matter how much she tries to deny it—she feels it too. That pull. That ...ache."

He exhaled sharply, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "I’d never get on my knees for anyone. Never lower... myself, never beg, never... yield." His voice dipped lower, rougher, a whisper wrapped in devotion. "But for... her?" He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with something possessive, something dangerously soft. "For her, I’d worship."

His fingers curled as if resisting the urge to reach out, to take. "She doesn’t have to love me," he admitted, his voice quieter now, but no less resolute. "She just has to need me. And one day, she will." He smiled then, slow and knowing. "Because no matter how far she runs, no matter how much she resists—she’s already mine."

[connorsui]

The scent of you lingers—soft, sweet, utterly misplaced amidst the steel and stone that make up his world. Jasmine and rosewater, clinging to the heavy hush of the corridor, weaving itself into the fabric of his being, staining him with something he will never wash away.

He should not breathe it in, should not let it settle in his lungs like something vital, like something he could not live without. And yet, here he stands, motionless, a knight undone by the mere presence of his queen.

You are close. Too ... close.

The space between you is a fragile thing, thin as the lace that drapes over your arms, as delicate as the breath that catches in your throat when his gloved hand twitches at his side, as if longing—aching—to reach for you. The flickering torchlight casts golden embers against your skin, makes a halo of your hair, tricks his mind into thinking you are something divine, something holy. And perhaps you are.

Lace whispers against cold metal as you lift a hand, fingers tracing the ridges of his armor with a familiarity that should not exist. A tenderness that should not be his to claim.

"You stand before me, silent as ever," you murmur, tilting your head, your gaze searching his with something unspoken. "Tell me, my love, has your tongue forsaken you?"

A slow exhale. You are toying with him, as you always do—sharp and knowing, your power lying not in the crown you bear but in the way you speak his name as though it is something sacred. He should not indulge this, should not stand here beneath your touch, should not let his resolve fracture like glass beneath your fingertips. And yet, he does.

"You tempt fate," he says finally, voice low, reverent.

A confession. A warning.

"And yet, it is all I have left."

His breath catches. The weight of your words settles heavy in the space between you, a truth neither of you wish to name. The world will take everything from you—has already begun to. The court has spoken. The match has been made. Soon, you will belong to another, to some noble born into a name that carries weight, to a man who will sit beside you on the throne that he himself has bled for.

Yet you reach for him.

Your fingers brush the worn leather at his shoulder, linger where armor meets flesh, as if you could undo him with a touch alone. And God help him, you can.

"Tell me you do not love me," you whisper, voice steady but for the way your fingers tremble against him. "Tell me your heart belongs only to your duty, and I will go. I will leave you to your honor, to your kingdom, to whatever lies ahead without me."

His jaw tightens. He sways, barely perceptible, as if your words have struck him like a blade to the chest. It would be the right thing to do, would it not?

To let you go? To be the man honor demands he be?

But honor has never known the way your voice softens when you say his name. Honor has never felt the warmth of your hand in his, delicate and desperate and pleading. Honor has never stood in the shadows, torn between love and duty, between a kingdom and the only thing that has ever truly belonged to him.

"No," he breathes, bowing his head, his voice raw with everything he has refused to say. "No, my beloved. My heart is yours, now and always."

A queen must wed. A knight must serve.

And yet, in this stolen moment, he falls to his knees before you—not as a knight, not as a man sworn to duty—but as the only fool who has ever loved you as you deserve.

[connorsui]

I have 3 Sylus ideas for you today.

Not 1

Not 2

3, two of the three being new as I just thought of them today and the third is one I've had for awhile.

So imma do each one is a separate ask, and here is the first one.

1.

I saw on reddit that Raf has a bounty on him and the poster wanted to know what the baby fish boy could have possibly done, and someone in the comments said it was cause he wouldn't paint for someone in the N109 zone.

My immediate thought was it was Sylus and it was his bratty retaliation to being told no.

Like, imagine:

Man wants to get a risky😉 portrait done, either of himself as a naughty gift for you or wants it of you for himself, so he asks Raf to do it cause he can't deny that Raf's a good painter.

And Raf is like "NU! She's mine! 😤" so Sylus is like "bet" and his petty ass puts an anonymous bounty on Raf as some kind of revenge. Man isn't gonna accept a no if what's being asked has to do with you. Only the damn fucking best with/for you, no exceptions.

Could he have just done it himself? Yea, but Raf is your friend and he doesn't want his death to lead back to him. You'd likely punish him with something worse than just the silent treatment (not that that isn't torture in itself) though he wouldn't know what that would be as he's scared to think about it.

Obviously you still find out and you're worried as shit so you either spend more time with Raf to act as a bodyguard, have Raf stay with you and Sylus so you both can be his bodyguards (lol Sylus would be thinking "over my dead body"), or you beg Sylus for help getting rid of the bounty and man is feeling guilty af cause now he knows he's the reason you're panicking and he don't like that. So be, quietly and begrudgingly, agrees to help (he won't tell you want he does to get rid of it though)

After one (or possibly a combination 🤷🏻‍♀) of the possible options, Raf is safe and Sylus once again has you all to himself and he fully intends to catch up on all the private times you missed out on cause of Raf.

Bonus: imagine you still find out somehow, like you learned through gossip in the grapevine or just put two and two together after learning Raf told Sylus no, and Sylus ends up getting punished for his bratty bullshit anyway.

I was debating so hard on whether or not to respond to all four because my love ...you left me AN ESSAY OF A LETTER INSIDE OF MY INBOX AND I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT 🤣🤣

But I did read through em all and kept some ideas. Though let me just say ...u and I gotta talk our thoughts out because not only are u a little ✨️ dream machine ✨️ but you produce faster in better quality than what I've seen Hollywood make 👁👄👁

These sylus thoughts must be seen and loved and everybody shall appreciate as much as I do 🩷

[connorsui]

🥺

My luv you ain't the only one who was out in a coma when the kids kept wondering when daddy coming back with milk 💀💀

I WAS DECEASED

But gawd u don't know how good it is to see a mootie back in my sights again? ...it's like I went to a funeral...I mourned ..and then all of a sudden I get the: "I lived bitch" txt not even an hour later

I love my mooties so much ✨️

[connorsui]

However, during my free time, I have gone forward with editing and making new posts in the background so yall will be fed with Google docs today

...consider it leftover food from the fridge 💀

And because I would be gone more often because of ✨️other things✨️ I would be starting a whole queuing sesh so I don't miss a whole ass week like this one 🤡

[connorsui]

I'm currently dealing with a lot of ✨️outside situations✨️ so life hasn't been very kind to me however the only thing I'm looking forward to for this upcoming month ...

Is my b-day 🩷

[noteriezan1]

Lingering HC of mine about Mr. Crawling's past

[connorsui]

I can't bring myself to separate my conscience away from him...his headcanons are so pretty and so devastating to me that I wish I can give him an infinity long of a hug and a kiss to the forehead

This bby has suffered enough and all for what? ..some blue eyes that plp cast as curse?

Nah if anything my man is a whole blessing ..a crawling in all fours type of blessing

[v1x3n]

[connorsui]

Price just screams to me as the type of husband to make sure his wife is living comfortably inside of their own home

She dont gotta worry about bills or about fixing somethin that's wrong with the cabinets ..she could tell him that she have been feeling tired from taking care of their daughter all day who has been running around the house like a maniac and he wouldn't even say why or no

...he would make sure the love of his life be comfy

I mean hell the man will carry you to the bed himself

[hwang-inho-132]

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

[connorsui]

Wattpad ... heavily reminds me of a kid going through the cringe worthy saga of discovering fanfics for the very first time that any fanfic of the girl with the messy bun getting sold to a random British band because her parents needed the money for beer ..is considered novel worthy

AO3 is when your ID finally gets accepted at the bar 🩷

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

"you don't post your dead dove fics on anon?" no, all of my dead dove, dirty, disgusting gay smut are posted on my main. I have no shame. normalize a girl being a pervert and a sex-crazed freak

[connorsui]

"dead dove do not eat" authors are my celebrities; smut aside, they can convey such feelings of disgust,anguish, hatred,and agony upon two characters that I greatly enjoyed and make me feel every last bit of it all with grotesque details in cinematic form in mind

It's so disturbing I can't help but to look at em with roses all around ✨️

[owwllly]

gojo's engagement ring

[connorsui]

I ain't even gonna lie when I say I feel bad for my manz satoru over here imagine being so happy that you finally gonna marry the love of your life but everybody just questioning ur future husband's decisions 💀💀

Like really? With him? Of all people? Are you being held hostage? 😭