i’ve been a little inactive lately partially because i was traveling this week and mainly because i’ve lost a lot of motivation
it’s weird bc i do want to write and i have so many ideas but whenever i’ve opened up a doc, nothing happens. it’s been pretty frustrating :(
also, just want to put on the record if you don’t like my blog or have negative thoughts towards it or me, pls don’t interact or talk badly about me to others in a public forum. that’s plainly disrespectful and rude. if you have something to say, message me directly. thx 😀
So in that fic I posted last week (if you even got the notification when I tried to tag you, but I don't think my notifications are being pushed through :( it was the idea from wip tag game from last month where I was going to make everyone injured), the whole "tending to your wounds by candlelight and telling you breathe" moment? I gave it to Sylus, but now I'm just thinking about Rafayel tending to your wounds. Especially because in the game during one of the tender moments he ties a pretty bow on your bandage! That would heal me immediately.
wait I didn’t get the notification :o could you send me the fic link?
OMG he’d actually be so amazing at tending to our wounds I think. he would make a light joke to make us smile through the pain while he delicately cleans and wraps the injury 🥹 in my head he’s had to attend to a lot of his wounds himself, especially when he was still getting used to a human body, so I think he got pretty deft at handling surface wounds :3
and YES, he’d make a cute bow or even put on a patterned band aid if you’re at his studio 😌
content. angst cause rafayel made me mad again. MCD. non-mc! reader
the bride of the sea god had the ability to breath underwater.
the bride of the sea god didn’t require a kiss every time she submerged beneath the surface of the ocean, lungs accustomed to the viscosity of the water due to the bond.
rafayel still chose to seal his lips over yours when he invited you to a romantic swim date, sturdy hand gently dragging your body into the waves as he breathed life beneath your ribs with a kiss.
…so why were you like this?
why were you limp against the damp sand, eyes staring soullessly into his storming orbs as he pressed and pressed and pressed both his palms onto your chest, trying to resuscitate your dead body.
“my pearl, please…” he begged between harsh gasps of air, entire body quivering on top of yours as he pushed against your upper torso with all his might. “please, i can’t lose you again.”
heavy globs of tears traversed down his cheeks, looping over his trembling lips and dripping down to your paler skin. you were completely unresponsive, body spasming into the sand solely because of rafayel’s strength.
“i c–can’t– why?” he punctuated with a harsh intake of air, fastly filling his lungs and leaning down to kiss your lips.
to pass life, as he always did.
your chest puffed slightly from the air, but... that’s all it did. there was no movement, no reaction.
no sign of life in you.
“why, why, why, why?” at last, exhausted from the compressions, rafayel chanted like a mantra the question plaguing his mind.
guilt eating at his heart, whole being shaken by grief and terror, he toppled over your body and cried loudly into your cold shoulder.
you were dead and he would never know why.
you were dead and he would forever blame himself for it.
you were dead because you were not the sea god’s bride.
his kiss did bring you temporary life, but also eternal slumber.
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Remind me who your mains are? I'm looking at my moots and who they main so I can ask people to bless my pulls when the rerun for Catch 22 comes around because I want all five of them and goodness knows I will need all the luck I can get lol
raf and xavier hehe 😌😛😛
OMFG SAME I NEED THE WHOLE CATCH 22 BANNER AGHHHHHHH 😭😭😩😩😩😩
it’s the way they ALL make me feral, even sylus’s card (i’m usually not attracted to him like that but that card…🫠🫠🫠)
i am already wishing you all the luck i can muster Tella bc this is serious business!!!
hihiiiiiii, just read cat got your tongue and i'm cackling at the firepoker and rafayel having his secret conversation with mc HEHEHHE ("his feet stink" LMAO)
thank you for sharing your writing with us, hope you're doing well :3
-emmy
(scout says hi btw~)
EMMYYYYYY 🥹🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗💗💗💗
I’ve missed you so much 😭 I wanted to contact you but didn’t know how so I’m glad to hear from you again 🫂💕
heheh glad you liked it 🤭 the sylus joke made me laugh too LOL
pairing: sylus x gn!reader
summary: after an onychinus ordeal goes wrong, you're the only one able to comfort sylus at his most vulnerable.
cw: accidental child death, consumption of alcohol, sylus cries (a lot), angst/hurt/comfort
wc: 620
“Where is he?”
“Office,” Kieran replies. “Boss has been in there for hours. He still refuses to come out.”
You nod solemnly. “Thanks for calling me.”
“Thanks for coming.”
You offer a thin smile before heading towards the hallway.
Luke leans against the wall across from the room. He pushes off of it when he sees you approach, briefly squeezing your shoulder as he walks away. You wait until he turns the corner before softly knocking on the door.
“Sy, it’s me.”
Silence.
You’re about to knock again when you hear a faint, “come in.”
The door creaks open as you step inside, your heart instantly aching at the state of the office. At the state of him.
Once neat stacks of paper litter the floor around his desk, shards of ceramic pile in a corner–something thrown against the wall, if you’d had to guess–, and an empty scotch bottle sits atop a table near the fireplace.
A half-filled glass swirls once before its owner swings back the amber liquid, downing the rest in one gulp. Sylus slams the cup down next to the bottle, flames dancing in his red-rimmed eyes when he finally turns to you.
“Is this what you came to see?” There’s a gravel to his voice you don’t recognize, a slight slur in his words that completely clashes against Sylus’s always typically polished persona.
You stand frozen in place, eyes wide with worry. To him, he only sees fear.
He tears his gaze away, leaning forward until his elbows rest on his knees and his face is shoved into his hands.
“You can go,” Sylus rasps.
He’s giving me an out, you realize. Even in the state he’s in he still tries to shield me from himself. You won’t have it, not this time.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Three, four, five steps and you’re standing in front of him. You sink to your knees, one hand brushing back his wild hair, the other placed gently on his thigh.
“Baby, look at me,” you plead through a whisper.
Sylus barely lifts his head, but the opening is enough for you to tuck a finger under his chin and have his eyes meet yours.
Fresh tears threaten to spill out, your own welling up at the sight.
“It was…my fault,” his voice wavers. “I was reckless, careless, so focused on sending a message that…I-I didn’t see her.” The child Kieran told you about over the phone. A vacant building that was supposed to have no one inside.
A single tear runs down his cheek. You swipe it away instantly and kiss the trail it left behind.
Forehead pressed to his, his face cupped in both hands, you tell him, "just breathe."
Sylus lets out a trembling breath, pulling you up onto the couch beside him and dropping his head against your shoulder. He clings to your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt in clenched fists. You hold him just as tightly, rubbing his back while murmuring sweet reassurances into his ear.
“Let it out, my love. I got you now.”
His whole body jolts, like the floodgates finally broke open. His shoulders quiver and soon the wetness soaks through your jacket. You continue your coos, a calm cadence that offsets the choked sobs sounding from the man in your arms.
You two stay in that position long after his crying subsides. A comfortable silence sits between you, just presence and embrace the only communication needed. I'll always be here for you, your hug says. And I am forever grateful, his relaxed posture relays.
The crackle of the fireplace and his soft, even breaths against your neck lull you to sleep, with Sylus straggling not too far behind.
ginny's note: i wanted to explore sylus' vulnerable side, especially when reality becomes too overwhelming and guilt eats away at who he is. i'm not used to writing this kind of angst (i don't think i ever have actually), so let me know what y'all think!!
His arm draped across your body, and warm breaths tickling your shoulder. Every now and then soft murmurs of adoration and comfort slip out, revealing his sleepiest thoughts.
Getting up would be impossible. The slightest movement from you and his arm locks up, pulls you closer, and into that position where your frame slots perfectly into his like a puzzle piece.
Locks of pale gold feathered across the pillow the two of you are now sharing, sticking up at all angles after a long night. You’d never tire of seeing him like this – shirtless, messy, voice deep and gravely from sleep – a warm embrace constructed in a way that made you feel safe, like no one else could enter.
"Good morning starlight," he whispers, pressing his lips into the back of your neck.
You can feel his long limbs stretching for a moment before they wrap around again, telling you that you’re not getting out of bed any time soon. Not that you’d want to anyways.
"I don’t feel like sharing you with the world today. That’s ok, right?"
You sigh contently when a languid kiss finds its way to that delicate spot on your neck. The lack of space between your barely clothed bodies makes it impossible to miss his hard length rubbing up against your rear.
i'm not scared of sending asks, i generally just don't have much to say! typically anything i do have to say is in response to a specific post, so i can just comment it.
totally get that!! i love when we interact in comments every now and then it’s so fun :3
just wanted to make sure for those who maybe have thought about wanting to send an ask feel like they can now 💗💗
Not scared to send asks, just always forget because work zaps my brain
How are youuuuu, how are you feeling about Caleb’s birthday??? How are you feeling about some of the rumors around what might be next at the end of June or July 👁️👁️
mb :D ugh i get you work actually eats away all my energy by the time i get home 😭
im good!! wait ok ive heard a little bit about calebs bday card…we’re having airplane boombayah????
yes. just..yes. im ready for that cockpit heh 😏
WAIT WHAT END OF JUNE OR JULY RUMORS??!! oh god okay wait let me get a grip first LMFAO