Bσѕѕ Cуяυѕ

"Qui suis-je?" This is the blog of my Saints Row Boss, Cyrus Winters. This is a side blog. I follow from PolarGrizz47

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I miss you guys!!! I’m currently very involved in DBD role play on discord. I just have no energy for a tumblr rp blog these days 😭😭

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((This gave me the Cyrus feels

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((saw this, thought of the KoH

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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Baking Meetings | ashandnovels

@ashandnovels

"I would kill for a sandwich," Asha muttered while wiping the sweat off her brow. Cyrus shrugged and chugged a few mouthfuls of cold water from the bottle, pausing to make sure Maddie had some for her little pop-up bowl.

Their recent run around the park had been great, the weather was chilly but not unbearable with their moisture slicking jackets on. "We could get lunch," The blond suggested while making sure Maddie's leash was on securely. "We could go look around. The place changed."

With a hum of agreement, the agent began to lead to way after they'd packed up all their things. The duo wound through the streets side by side, chatting idly as they went. Maddie obediently stayed at Cyrus' side, only lifting her muzzle as the scent of something baked and sweet on the breeze. They paused by some sort of bakery, Asha and Cyrus each glanced at each other before the boss opened the door and ushered them inside.

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Scrambled Memories | demonsaint

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Johnny was busy brushing the ash and burnt feathers from his wings while Cyrus laid on the couch, blue eyes narrowed in deep concentration. They sat in comfortable silence for a long while before the blond glanced towards Gat and muttered, "Do you remember Talon? The... demon boss?"

He received a raised eyebrow at the name. "Talon?... sounds familiar. Why?"

"I don't know... I just keep thinking of him," Winters muttered, shoving a hand into his sweater pocket to pull out a phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he came upon one labeled 'Talon' and frowned. For a moment, he merely stared at the name. Shaking his head, he closed the tab and shoved his hands back into his pocket. "It's nothing I guess."

Johnny gave a noncommital hum in response.

-:-

Bossville felt different. He couldn't place his finger on it. Cyrus walked with Maddie at his side as he wove through the streets and passed the bars, shops, and restaurants without care.  Nothing looked enticing, and he kept feeling like he was some sort of old ghost on hollowed ground. The boss let his dog lead mostly, weaving through the streets until he found himself standing near an old warehouse. It felt... familiar. He stared at it for a long while until Maddie barked and pulled him closer with her tail wagging innocently.

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five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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Dream a Little Dream

The great retcon of 2019. 

Johnny awoke with a violent gasp, jerking forwards in an empty bed with the taste of old blood on his tongue. The memory sizzled away in the back of his mind with a phantom scream and he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brows. Slowly but surely, the room shifted into a blurry sort of focus. He blinked. The low, blue lighting was odd. 

The sound of trickling water was strangely familiar... the sheets felt ordinary, warmed by his body but silky smooth. Expensive - but nothing too extreme like the King enjoyed --

His head throbbed at the thought and he grunted, tangling his fingers in his hair. "Fuckin' hell," Gat ground out, willing the sharp ache to ease. After an even breath, the Saint reached for his glasses on the nightstand - pausing at how habitual the motion was. He didn't take his glasses off in Hell --

Again, the pain was back. He hissed and kicked the blankets off, feeling too hot all at once. Johnny stumbled into the master bathroom while fumbling for the light. Once it clicked on, he stared down into the sink and turned the water to cold. He let it run until it was icy under his hands before splashing it onto his face. A shiver of relaxation rattled through him and he focused his breathing, watching the water run down the golden drain. 

The granite counters were the wrong color. 

Gat lifted his gaze to the mirror and blinked, surprised by his own reflection. Wet, crooked lenses and messy hair. Mainly normal skin -- lacking the vibrant, glowing runes that had burned through most of his body in the underworld. He looked... younger in some sort of treacherous way. The runes looked like poorly healed scars and he was missing the familiar claws he'd grown on both hands. His main changed arm still had some sort of a clawed hand, but they were small and barely anything. He stared down at his hands and flexed his scarred fingers, lips thinning in thought. 

Where the hell was he? 

He blinked a few times to solidify his thoughts, focusing on the simple fact that he wasn't in Hell anymore. It was too cool for that. In fact, his skin was growing goosebumps. Johnny shook off the chill with an irritated growl and looked around the bathroom.

Gat recognized it hazily, as if in some long-forgotten memory. 

He squinted back into the main bedroom and took it all in. There were dog toys at the end of the mattress and a special, fluffy doggy bed near the foot of the frame. Asha's bedside table had several hair ties and a purple lava lamp, alongside Cyrus' glasses case -- not that he ever used it, Johnny remembered helpfully.

Again, that pain bubbled up. He gritted his teeth and rubbed at his temple, trying to recollect why he was here. The taste of blood was back in his mouth and he crinkled his nose at the metallic flavor. Squeezing his eyes tightly, the man thought back on where he was before he'd awoken. 

He was stuck near the crystal again, tied down like some beast to poke and prod at. Asha was laying in a slowly growing pool of blood, her short hair drenched on the ends. The Angel wasn't moving, blue eyes staring past them all as he sat back on his knees and grasped at the blade that kept him speared to the ground through his chest. Johnny could've sworn that he heard the man weeping, but it was hard to hear anything over the King's labored laugh in front of him. Cyrus stood with a small, familiar antler blade in his hands.

The man was splattered with blood and dirt, but his smile was sharp and his eyes were plotting. "I've bought us enough time," He muttered, stumbling towards Johnny with an arm outstretched. The King tripped over his own two feet and went to his knees in front of Gat, coughing up a mouthful of blackened blood. "Here," He touched at the chains that held Johnny at bay and the man watched as they shimmered away like ashes on the wind. "Take this."

Gat's hand closed around the blade with sickening familiarity. The blade had spilled too much of Cyrus' blood. "Boss?" He questioned, looking at the curved knife distrustfully.

"You know what to do. Dream a little dream," The King wheezed, grinning like a maniac. Perhaps he was, or maybe he was ignoring the terror that crawled into his mind. "Don't let me make the same mistake twice."

Johnny glanced towards the Angel with a knowing, disgusted twist in his gut. He felt a wave of pity, then an all-encompassing wash of red, hot fury. "We can't change this --"

"Not us. But you-know-who can," Cyrus sing-songed, grasping onto Johnny's hands before encouraging them to his throat. "Don't be shy. You've done this before." His suited glimmer flickered to the familiar body of Winters, stabbed on the docks with the scent of the ocean still on his hair.

The anger faded into a sharp bite of guilt and Gat snarled. No words came to mind as he heard shouting outside the grand, foolishly tall doors. Then the pounding started. He gripped the handle tightly and curled his free hand around the back of Cyrus' throat, holding the King steady. His hands weren't shaking. 

The feverish memory ended sharply with another agonized stab to his head and he fumbled at a hand towel to wipe his face off. Johnny froze when he heard the door to the bedroom open smoothly, soft footprints on the carpet. Then, Asha's concerned voice filled his ears. 

"You're up? How're you feeling?" The agent asked, coming to stop in the doorway of the bathroom with her brows furrowed. "Last I checked you had one hell of a fever."

Johnny stared at her dumbly. Her arm was still robotic - replaced after the incident, but it looked... normal. No claws or hellish attachments made for angel hunting. Her hair was long and tied back as opposed to chopped messily at her jawline. Those eyes of hers were even more striking in the low light. He felt like he was just seeing her for the first time and suddenly remembering why he and Cyrus had fallen into a dance headfirst with the skilled agent-turned-Saint. 

"Gat?" She questioned, stepping forward to place a hand on his shoulder. Her palm was warm in comparison to the room around him and he leaned into the touch. "Still feeling sick?"

Was he? He didn't remember. 

"Let's lay down," She reached down to pull him towards the bed by his wrist. "Cyrus is almost done with lunch."

"Cyrus?" Johnny muttered, following her easily. They sat on the edge of the mattress while he stared around the room in a shocked stupor. He felt like he should've been more concerned, but his head was starting to feel better and better with her around. "Is he okay?" The man turned his features towards her, "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Asha sounded a bit taken aback, looking at him with a quirked brow. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"... just a nightmare, I guess," Johnny muttered, rubbing his hands together as the taste of blood faded to the back of his mind. 

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I’m gonna revive Cyrus’ blog 😎

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[racialized]

couldn’t stop thinking about that one franz kafka quote about hiding your face in your lovers embrace and them doing the same because the world doesn’t need to see you anyways need me a freak like that

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[dragonflamesoul]

“I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I was afraid that he would hear me.”

— and in the bitter silence of my heart I screamed and yearned for him // k.s. (via worthystevie)

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Demonsaint | An Eyeful

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He grabbed his penlight from his pocket once more, shining it back the way he’d come. His dusty footprints had left a nice trail, and they’d be able to - eventually - find their way back topside. “I’m sorry I didn’t come more prepared. I had figured everyone had been saved from the simulation by now,” His voice was quiet as he glanced at Noah, watching him sway on his feet.

“Oh, she was? I was kind of… well, on Earth, I just worked and worked… What kind of music does she make?” He questioned softly, moving slowly as he heard the thanks, “It’s no problem, it would be way too cold walking around completely nude,” He chuckled weakly. Durand himself felt a chill without his lab coat on, but he shrugged it off.

“We can go as slow as necessary, I don’t want you to overexert yourself. In fact, I’m surprised you’re even up on your feet after being in there for so long…”

“Well, ask around and the general opinion is that I’ve got stamina…” Noah remarked, already shuffling in the direction of Durand’s path.

“Don’t worry about it. Coat’s workin’ just fine.” He lied. The goo was cold. He hated the shit for reminding him of his simulation.

Reaching for the surface but being pulled down before he could breach. The burn in his lungs and throat as water entered instead of air. All of that. A fuckin’ simulation.

He gritted his teeth as his heart pounded. He did his best to even out his breathing, thinking back to whatever they were talking about. He assumed it was about mom.

“Soul, hip hop, R&B… Released a lot’a albums.”

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“Stamina?” Durand muttered, mainly to himself as he shone the light about. What was that supposed to mean? Stamina meant nothing to the effects of the dreaded simulation.

The geneticist moved right along, staring at the floor while deep in thought. Why didn’t he think to bring a phone? It could’ve solved so many issues - even if it was a wretched device with too many gadgets that took up too much space.

He paused as he heard Noah’s breathing quicken, slowing his steps worriedly. “Do you need a break?” The man asked, nervous and unsure. “Really, no rush. Your health is most important, after all.”

Cyrus shone the light down the hall on the left, then the right. He could see his previous footprints there in the dust - and goodness, they really should hire a better cleaning crew.

He hummed to himself and looked up with the light. “I wonder if there are space spiders crawling about down here... or up here, I have no idea where I am. I hate this ship. Even our emergency pagers don’t help much in this maze!” The scientist crinkled his nose and shined the light at Noah. “How’re you holding up?... oh, wait.”

There, on the breast pocket of his lab coat was the pager, clipped into his jacket for safekeeping. He stared at it dumbly for a moment before wordlessly reaching over - carefully, slowly - and plucking it out. “Oh my — for a scientist, I must not be very forward thinking ... uh, let’s just,” He flapped his hands about lamely, “Rest here. And hope this works.”

With that, he flicked it on. A little pale blue light emitted from it as he looked it over before hesitantly speaking into it - and hoping somebody at command - or wherever this went - was listening. “Uh. This is - uhm, Doctor Durand. I’ve gotten lost in the ship and I found - Noah? He uhm, he has wings — more importantly, he was trapped in some sort of ... private simulation? But, we’re lost. It’s cold and he is in need of - I assume - medical attention.” Durand didn’t know what to say, he’d never used this thing before. “So I’ll just leave this on and hope you guys answer us in the next ten minutes or we’ll walk around down here some more.” He sheepishly shrugged at Noah and leaned against the wall, holding the pager close to his chest. “I sure hope this works, else we have a long game of ‘where does this door lead?’ ahead of us.”

[kayvsworld]

oh my god i forgot lucifer queer eyed a guy

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HE REALLY AND TRULY DID COME INTO THIS GUY’S HOUSE FOR A MURDER INVESTIGATION AND END UP TRYING 2 TAN FRANCE HIS LIFE

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Satan Eye for the Human Guy