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Masterlist
About Me
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TAZ
BNHA
Love and Deepspace
Don't go feeding my works to AI, don't repost it or steal it. I worked hard on my art, go make your own.
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🐦⬛ Isn't this what you wished for? 👁️
< Intro | Chapter 1 Self aware Sylus x gn reader, hurt/comfort CW: vomit, derealization, general sickness wc: 1.7k
You slowly stir back into consciousness, a gooey exhaustion clinging to your entire body and weighing you down uncomfortably. A wave of motion sickness flows through you as you attempt to sit up, having to try multiple times in order to get your aching muscles to cooperate.
Your vision spins as you try to reorient yourself. Everything feels just slightly wrong, like a space you were once familiar with has been tampered with, all your belongings moved an inch out of place, causing your body's instinctual memory to falter and stumble over what once felt natural.
But, by far, the greatest discomfort comes from your heart. It aches, a deep, pulsing pain; and it thumps harder than it ever has in your life. Each beat jostles your whole body, and you slump over, your hands clasped over your chest as you tremble.
After a couple of deep breaths to hold the nausea at bay and attempt to calm yourself, you sit upright again, and your vision clears enough to be able to make out your surroundings.
You're in a large, intimidating room with gothic-style decor, dimly lit by flickering firelight that's dampened by walls painted completely black. Your aching body is gently cradled by silk sheets with the highest thread count you've ever felt. Something about this room tugs at the edges of your memory, but it slips away whenever you attempt to grasp at it. A canopy drapes above you, framing the view of a shadowy-looking city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and…
◞◞ [V.] MELTING ⋆
6/1/2026 ; he holds you like a man proclaiming that his arms are your safe place now. 𖥻 ׁ ׅ character/s : varka x gn! reader 𖥻 ׁ ׅ genre ; fluff ⋆ MASTERLIST ˎˊ˗
sylus has learned to expect surprises when you come jogging into his office with armfuls of pudge to plop one or both on his lap.
today, he catches kyros in one arm and balances lucian on his head, as you conduct them like a maestro. prefacing him with nothing but, “watch this.”
“what does a cow say?”
“moo.” goes kyros, which sylus already knows he knows, but he is rewarded a kiss anyway.
“the sheep goes?”
“bah.” lucian gurgles. sylus pinches his cheek.
“the duck goes?”
“wak wak wak.” they bubble in failed synchronization. sylus’s heart pinches in his chest.
“can i give an animal?” he asks you, but you hiss at him to shut up. he rolls his eyes in good faith and continues to be tonight’s audience member instead.
“dog?”
kyros forgets, but lucian recalls. “auf! auf!”
“cat!”
kyros’s favorite. “miw! miiiw!”
“dinosaur?”
sylus scoffs. “dino—?”
“roaaar! raaawr!” lucian growls eagerly. kyros follows suit at the excitement, “warr! oooh-waar!”
“fish!”
“fish?!”
“poa poa poa.” sylus gasps at his little ones smacking their lips and wiggling their bodies. his laugh rattles mountains when he realizes.
“lizard!”
there’s a silence. like they’re thinking of doing one of two or more choices. meanwhile sylus curiously thinks what other sounds a lizard might make aside from the clicking he knows of.
“eh?” kyros asks, hands plopping onto sylus’s cheeks. confusing his papa more.
you give him an excited thumbs up— yes, just like you practiced.
“peetie! peetie!” lucian howls, joy lighting up his features. kyros explodes in a fit of giggles, screaming too, “peetie!’ peetie!”
sylus’s brows knit together at the sound. but before he digs through his mind palace to find the drawer of lizard sounds he knows, he meets your gaze. all smug in your mischief. then he realizes what you have taught your children, and what specific kind of lizard it is they are emulating.
“sweetie.” his voice is low as a warning as he rises from his seat. the littles giggle at the lizard sounds coming from its original source.
you bolt as soon as he step forward, squealing against the oncoming storm that befalls you for your arrogance. your children’s laughter echo down the hall, close on your heels despite having a hunter’s speed.
and when you lock yourself in your bedroom, you believe you are safe.
only, behind you, a whispered, “kitten.”
a distant, obedient, “miw!”
your heart stops at the sight of your husband— only now, with six glowing orbs staring at you from the shadows.
“nice trick.” he clicks his tongue, so harrowingly similar to a true lizard, much larger and maybe winged, as he draws near.
if it weren’t for the kids’ giggles, you’re sure— you’d be absolutely done for.
this has been in my mind for a while but can you do hcs of lads LIs x reader ((separate)) in an alternate universe where we’re actors that met each other through a series project together? 🥺🎀 i’m veeeeery interested to see what sort of series we’d act with each one of them and how we slowly fall in love. thank you in advance!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a bit suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i LOVEEEED writing this one, oh my god??? i hope i got the development right! if i kept it longer, this would've turned into a long fic (,,╥﹏╥,,) anyway, thank you so much for requesting, angel! ♡
AGH IVE BEEN WAITING TO SUBMIT THIS REQUEST FOR AGESSS >o<
ok so I wanted to see what the li reactions would be to non!mc being all loud and giggly over chat, always texting first and sending voice messages and all but when they meet for the first time irl, she’s the shyest person ever? Like a complete 180 😭 it’s literally me irl and I feel like such a catfisher but personality wise smhhhh but I feel like they’d find it cute or smth 🥹🤞🏾
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i can't blame reader, i would probably faint if i had any of them in front of me. and also, i find it so cute when people are like this, as an extrovert, i wanna adopt all the shy babies out there ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭゙
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໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞𑁬。 沈星回 : you're not allowed to be insecure in front of xavier.
synopsis.⠀you're struggling with low self-esteem and you're too shy to talk to xavier about it. he won't let you dwell in those feelings any longer. tags.⠀sfw, hurt/comfort, implied king of darknight!xavier (couldn't help myself sorry), gn!reader, descriptions of reader being insecure, self-doubt, all that stuff.
Don’t you just walk around endlessly! Come on, you have things to do!
You nag yourself. Over and over, till the drops of sweat slowly forming on your forehead seemingly teleport to your cheeks. You don’t like that feeling. Hell, sweating because of this doesn’t help your … current situation, either!
That elegant mirror right in front of you looks as if it’s looping your reflection around yourself, and it only amplifies that dreadful feeling. You don’t like looking at yourself—nor do you like the feeling of knowing someone is looking at you. Especially someone you admire and hold on a high pedestal.
It makes you feel small, in a way.
Some eyes see beyond the sweat clinging to your skin, beyond how poorly you believe your face synergy to be. Those eyes always hide themselves, and you can’t tell what they actually see just by simply staring into their depths. So, in other words, you’re just drowning in confusion and self-doubt.
And you’re sure as hell you can’t tell what Xavier is thinking when he lets those wide orbs of his land on you. He always keeps that stoic look on his profile. Which is why, usually, you’re better off waiting for his actions to speak for him rather than his glances.
Or… er, words.
Forget your face. Not even your gown would stay still. Those elegant robes that he specifically acquired, just for you, feel like grisly rags when they glue themselves to your skin. You huff, trying to adjust it to the best of your abilities. But, yet again, it just doesn’t even sit as it should.
“…Fuck,” you gruff to yourself, refusing to make eye contact with your reflection in the mirror. It’s just that humiliating. You don’t want to hold him up, knowing he’s waiting for you on the other side of the door. Regardless, you keep the nasty words you have to yourself.
But you do have a feeling he’ll somehow hear. He’s unpredictable. Whatever, you think to yourself that worrying about him is useless—it'll be more of a disgrace to show up looking how you are right now.
It’s not a matter of whether he will be disappointed in you or not. It does play a small part in it all, but it’s not the entire reason. You’re the one who doesn’t feel comfortable in your own skin. Explaining it to him would be rather difficult, and you’re not even sure you want to in the first place.
“Starlight, is everything okay?”
🤍🧵| Fakeleb | Caleb 🍎 ↻+♡ appreciated “That's Caleb?" Tara asks stunned as she watches the tall, muscular man step into her apartment to check on you. Caleb crouches down beside you on the floor. You're slumped against the wall, fighting to stay awake after all the drinks you and your team have consumed. "Pips? Can you hear me?" he asks softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. "You awake?" You only grumble in response.
"She was so upset about losing that Wanderer today, she basically drowned her frustration in rum," Simone explains while Caleb gathers your bag and gently fixes your messy hair. "I'll give you a piggyback ride and take you home, yeah?" Caleb says to you, reaching to lift you up. Before he can, you weakly shove at his chest.
"Noooo. I have a boyfrieeend~" you slur, eyes still closed. A delighted smile tugs at Caleb's lips, and he decides to see how far he can take this. "I see. And do you think this boyfriend of yours would mind if I helped you out a little?" "Yessss~~! He'd mind veryyy muchhh!" You continue trying to push him away, despite barely having the strength. "Aaaand..." Caleb says, still enjoying this. "Do you mind?"
you pushed rafayel away. again.
it's more an instinct than a rational decision - after all, rafayel doesn't do anything bad. it's just... after countless bad experiences and relationships that drained you, it's hard to believe in true love once it shows up.
you know rafayel's intentions are pure. you can feel that his heartbeat resembles the sound of your name. you are aware of it all... and yet, you still hesitate each time he gets a little bit too close.
you're just scared; and you know it. words of your past lovers calling you too much and too broken, asking you what's wrong with you once the doubt clouded your mind and fear started to claw under your skin.
you just needed reassurance, some tender attention. you just craved a little bit of love. is that so wrong? does that turn you into a monster?
perhaps, you are one. perhaps, this is why you keep on hurting rafayel now.
guilt gnaws at you, making your head spin with worries. it hurts. you're so terrified of feeling this pain again that you can't open up. you can't come to rafayel and confess that your heart is too heavy for anyone to handle, and you will only end up hurting him more and more–
a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the faint scent of sea breeze and vanilla fills your senses, causing your heartbeat to slow down ever so slightly.
rafayel is here. he sees you in your worst crying form... and doesn't leave.
quite the opposite, he treats you like you're a fragile little treasure in the palm of his hands. you suck in a breath as he turns you around to look at you properly, his eyes - focused yet ever so gentle - scan your features, searching for any trace of pain hiding within. his thumb runs over your cheek. your eyes flutter shut.
"it's okay." rafayel whispers softly, tenderly. "i'm here, yeah? nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. i will protect you, just stay right here."
slowly, you take a deep breath. your fingers instinctively curl on the material on his shirt, more an instinct than a rational thought.
"but i am–"
"i will want you no matter what you become. in every shape or form, you are the one i love."
something about rafayel's words - maybe it's the hint of desperation in his voice, maybe it's the way he looks at you as if losing you is his greatest fear - makes you freeze.
a second passes, then another.
the fear in your heart remains as it was, and you can still feel it clouding your thoughts. and yet, when rafayel holds you in his arms right now, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this one time you will finally get to know how true love looks like.
It is 12AM in the morning.
Zayne had once again pulled a way too late all-nighter at the hospital, and your very understanding self reassured him you could schedule the date at another time. Though that didn't stop him from still trying to make it up to you.
Hence why, after his shift, he dropped by a nearby convenience store and picked up your favorite snacks before coming over.
Using his spare key, he entered your home and when he saw that you weren't in the living room, placed them in the kitchen. You were probably asleep, so the snacks could wait until the morning, and he'd crawl into bed with you until then.
Until he heard it.
"GET OFF!" your annoyed screech echoed throughout your apartment, and if it didn't sound so aggravated, he might've been concerned.
But there was a crucial piece of evidence that Zayne spotted when he first entered ; the pair of far too large shoes by your door, and Zayne didn't recall leaving any of his the last time he slept over.
So that left only one possible result.
"Now I know why you were so easily pacified earlier," you stop shoving Sylus away at the sound of Zayne's voice, smiling as you all but shoot up to greet him.
"Zayne! You didn't tell me you were coming over, whoa---!"
"Not just yet, sweetie."
Sylus had grabbed you by the ankle just as you moved to embrace Zayne, who watched in mild amusement, mild concern as the white-haired man dragged you back to him, stubbornly nosing his way into your neck as you groan.
"Sylus enough, seriously!" you groan, trying again to push him away but he is relentless, and you can feel him smirk against your skin too, not at all minding your current, sticky, sweaty state.
The doctor moves with quiet efficiency as he stalks towards your bed, finally seeing the problem. He doesn't sit yet when he gets near, knowing you'd scold him if he dared sit on your bed in his "outside" clothes. Instead, he kneels by the bed, before placing his hands on your shoulders, fingers just gently brushing your neck as a subtle frost begins to permeate your skin.
Relief floods you almost immediately, a complete change from the earlier sweltering heat that had made its home in your skin. Sylus feels it too, a pleased hum vibrating against your neck as he gives Zayne a glance.
"You're pretty handy in the summer, doctor," he muses, watching as you finally relax against him.
He'd been clinging to you for the past three hours, arms very much unrelenting. While you would normally welcome his clingyness, it was disgustingly hot tonight, more so than usual, and you were not in the mood for cuddling when you were already uncomfortably wet without someone draped over you.
But the leader of Onychinus cared not for your summer-related woes and made it his mission to stick to you like a leech.
"Am I nothing but glorified air-conditioning for the two of you?" Zayne almost huffed, though there was the unmissable lilt of his lips. One you notice more and more as you cup his face, before bringing placing your lips upon his brow. A sweet gesture of thanks for cooling you both down.
"Don't be silly, you are very much more than that," you smile, continuing to kiss him as Sylus smirks.
"Yes, much more than that. Maybe like a pet."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Sylus, behave."
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This heat is absolutely abhorrent, I'm going to shoot the sun I swear to God.
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I don't understand how people don't see that GenAI is pure theft. It's not a moral discussion. It's a fact.
The people behind this so-called "tool" have clearly stated that the LLM models clearly scour through available content online to learn and replicate to generate content. It's not a creative medium. There has been a lot of research on how AI cannot understand or replicate human emotion which is the core of any form of art.
You, claiming that you don't see it that way is a standalone perspective not based on fact. It just helps you feel better about stealing someone else's creativity and changing it enough to make it seem like it's your own.
If it were merely a tool, we wouldn't see writers, artists, actors, photographers actively protest and demand for AI legislations to protect their work.
And this is just about intellectual property infringement.
Let's not forget about the environmental and social impact of using AI to make your favorite character behave the way you want him/her/them to. Data centers are harming neighborhoods they're around. There's also an active technological crisis with RAMS, SSDs and CPUs making it very hard for technology to actually be affordable and the effects of this crisis will trickle down from industries to people. If making tech gets expensive because of these core components, companies will offset the costs by making their products and services more expensive, firing people, cutting corners.
So no, your AI generated content isn't creativity. It's exploitation on every front.
Dunno if it's too soon to send an ask but I immediately thought of you when I thunk it sooooo
How would the boys react when we tell them "I'd wanna be a tree when I'm dead"?
Like either our ashes are scattered at the roots of the tree, we're buried under the tree, etc. etc.
Please don't answer if you're uncomfortable w/ it !!
tree of life
cringy ass title but whatever lol thank you for your idea, it's a beautiful yet sad thought but i'm willing to give it shot !
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , not HC
Do you accept female reader requests? If so, can we request period cramps comfort? Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks!
time of the month
here ya go :) i'd bleed a week extra during my period if it means being taken care of by the lads lol
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , modern AU