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If you're a minor please DNI. The stuff I reblog might have a chance of being NSFW and I'd
rather not be the one responsible for ruining
your innocence lmao
join me in my sylus brainrot. these are my own interpretations/views. mildly nsfw.
this man would absolutely ruin you for other men. I'm talking take you over mind, body, and soul and have you wanting him at all hours, needing his nearness. the depth of his devotion is such a drug and honestly, bring on the addiction.
he gives me major scent marking vibes. giving you a tongue bath and covering you in him so that at any point, he can smell himself on you, in you. also biting. marking in places where only you two know you're marked and then having additional smaller indicators to others that you are definitely taken. he loves to make your skin a tapestry of his love that you get to see every time you look in the mirror.
talking about desire, he is all about yours. whatever you want, material or physical, he will get it for you/give it to you. you want a plushie? he's obviously not above using his evol to get it for you. you want a night in just cooking together? he's already got kieren and luke out buying ingredients to make your favorite dish. you want to get wrecked in bed? he's got the toys, ties, and blindfold waiting on the chaise in the bedroom.
while he's definitely into physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are his top two needs. he craves validation that you're enjoying yourself and him, and after so long apart (thinking about him post-myth, poor sweet bean), he needs that time with you doing whatever -- cooking, cleaning, listening to music, rotting in bed on the weekend, going on trips -- as long as you're together, he doesn't care what you're doing.
everyone agrees that he has a rough side when it comes to sex, but he definitely gives off soft pleasure dom vibes to me. he'll be as rough as you want him to be, but the aftercare is paramount, and while he'll call you whatever names you want in a praising or degrading way during sexual acts, he only wants to hear his own name from your lips. those intimate moments are when he wants to be identified most as the one who is entangled with you. after all, you are his number one priority, and he will not be denied your pleasure after all this time.
Visa and Mastercard have been censoring websites and platform of video games and pressuring them to take down what a lobbyist group known as Collective Shout is against.
Whatever they don't agree with, they will go off if they are allowed to get away with this!
Collective Shout is known to want to take down and target games like Grand Theft Auto V. Meaning if they continue to get away with this they may go after GTA VI.
But it doesnt stop there.
If they can go after our Video Games they will probably come after Books. They will come after Movies.
They will go after stores like Spencer's for having 18+ merchandise.
They will go after your favorite online creator for being too 18+.
They have Visa, Mastercard, and PayPal in their pockets they could control every source of media simply based on them disagreeing.
And if they get away with it. More rich and influential people and groups will go after and control our purchases the same way.
Again, not the usual stuff I reblog, and yet again I believe this is important and not enough people are speaking out against this.
Games, Art and Writing are forms of human expression. Yes, there's definitely some that are downright illegal, however, when you start banning and removing books, games and any other form of art that AREN'T illegal, you are silencing those who have a voice. You are censoring something that humans are DRIVEN to do on an instinctual level. You are silencing those who want to make the world a better place, whether by making a statement or by creating something fun and giving it to the world because God only knows how much of a shithole it is already.
Collective Shout and the Governent that pushed for OSA aren't actually decrying porn and illegal content for the sake of women and children. They are censoring content that doesn't fit their agenda. Like OP said; first, it's games, then it'll be books and art. We all need to put a stop to it before it's too late.
(If you are unaware of who Collective Shout is, they are a fundamentalist Christian, radical "feminist" group who supports anti-LGBTQ+, anti-sex work, pro-forced birth and supports the film Cuties. You know, the film that sexually exploited minors. Hopefully I don't need to explain further on why they shouldn't have so much influence.)
You have a voice. You have the RIGHT to object these dehumanising changes to our world.
Don't stop fighting for your rights, don't grow quiet. There is strength in numbers.
For whatever reason, the links aren't working, so I'm afraid you'll just have to copy and paste the links into Google.
Petition · Tell MasterCard, Visa & Activist Groups: Stop Controlling What We Can Watch, Read, or Play - United States · Change.org https://share.google/30WkGSLYtwSlM9AvT
Petition update · We Must Stop Censorship on a Global Scale · Change.org · Change.org https://share.google/Le9QtGqraxDi2keNY
I’m so normal about Sylus teasing mc about how he has a large custom mattress as opposed to her pitiful regular sized mattress in Magnum Opus, but in the sleep quality feature he mumbles in his sleep about how the mattress is too big because he wants to have mc closer to him. Bruh he wants not even a FRACTION of space between them he’s such a cuddle bug….
I know this isn't what I usually reblog, but I feel as though this isn't being addressed enough.
This law is disgusting and violates the rights of every UK citizen.
If you think for a SECOND that this Act is actually for the children, please take a closer look at the UK government and see for yourself that they have never given a shit about the youth. Ever.
The Online Safety Act strips away your rights to privacy by forcing you to submit your personal information (any form of ID) to shady third parties under the guise of "protecting the children from seeing things deemed NSFW". This is especially dangerous to members of the LGBTQIA+, victims/survivors of abuse and minorities.
The Online Safety Act forces smaller businesses/community spaces to either shut down (if they're based in the UK) or geoblock the UK completely (if they aren't). We are essentially being cut off from the rest of the world.
This isn't about safety, this is about control and puritanical censorship. We are on the verge of experiencing 1984.
Don't sit in silence. Your privacy is a HUMAN RIGHT.
If you're not affected by this law, then please reblog/share the post to spread the word so other UK citizens can see this and be aware of what's happening. It's being pushed under the rug and that should NOT be happening.
𝐒𝐎, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 me babbling on about Sylus...
(it's been living in my drafts...)
Sylus is gentle—but not by nature.
His gentleness is the kind forged in violence, like the silence that follows gunfire: not peace, but aftermath.
He is not soft, nor saintly.
He is disciplined. In the manner of a man who clasps the blade with such conviction that the steel forgets to wound him.
His voice is a low tide, never raised—for he remembers what it means to scream into a void so vast, so godless, that even his own blood could not fill it.
Once, long ago, he cried out until his throat tore and his palms split open from clawing the beast out of his skin. No one came.
So now, he listens.
He listens because silence once imprisoned him. And in the way of penitents and monks, he has turned it into a form of prayer.
Of atonement.
Of endurance.
He once believed himself human.
Not because he was told so—no, truth does not arrive through proclamation.
It creeps. Quietly.
Through the cracks left behind by kindness too cruel to be real. Through mirrors that show only the mask, not the tail, not the eyes, not the curse inscribed beneath the skin.
And when revelation struck—when horns curled from his brow and the world recoiled from him like a hand from flame—he did not rage.
He cut them off.
Not once. Not out of fury. But again and again, with the calm resolve of a man refusing damnation. Not the kind cast upon him—but the kind that says: You shall never be anything more than this.
They say dragons are powerful.
They forget that power is nothing when the world names your very breath a blasphemy.
So he buried himself. Layer by layer, year by year. Until there was nowhere left to disappear into but memory itself.
The tragedy is not that he is immortal.
The tragedy is that he remained.
You think immortality is freedom? It is not.
It is bondage to remembrance.
It is bearing witness to centuries rusting in your bloodstream.
It is loving someone so deeply you let her kill you—and waking up the next morning nonetheless.
It is hearing the music you composed together echo through her execution, and being cursed to recall every note as if it were your own heartbeat.
He carries her voice inside his chest—not like melody, but like evidence. Proof of what was, and what was taken.
And yet—yet—he dares to love again. Because that is who he is.
Not kind. Devoted.
Not fearless. Faithful.
He walks into each lifetime with the full knowledge that he will either bury her, or be buried by her.
And still, he chooses her. Not because he believes in salvation—but because he believes in her.
And when she tells him to keep on, he obeys. Not because her words redeem him. But because they affirm the curse: that he will endure the ruin of love, again and again, long after it has hollowed him out.
He does not need saving. He needs recognition. To be seen not as a void, but as a man who has chosen restraint over wrath. Whose quiet is not absence, but vigilance. Every measured movement is a refusal—a holy act of defiance against the monster the world expects him to be. His gentleness is not mercy. It is the debris of war.
And if he touches you—if he draws near—it is not because he thinks himself worthy.
It is because he is already grieving.
And he wants to remember the shape of you
before the world takes you or him away.
I love thinking about how at some point, purely on instinct, Sylus would start building a nest. Like—he doesn’t even think about it, he just starts collecting all the little things you like and arranging them super carefully in the corner of the living room. You stared too long at a pendant in a store but said no when he offered to buy it? Yeah, he definitely went back for it and put it right in the center of the table. Left a hoodie or some other piece of clothing at his place? It’s already sitting in that same corner on the softest pillow he owns. Every tiny thing that ever caught your attention ends up there.
What does frustrate him, though, is that most of the stuff you like is… kind of cheap. He wants to give you the whole world, his entire hoard of treasures—and yet you’re out here looking at little trinkets, bottles with cute prints, and random shiny bits. So he tries to balance it out. Adds a couple rare gems. Some rare weapons. And definitely a lot more soft, cozy things.
He’d never come out and say, “this is a nest I made for you,” but he’s absolutely hoping you’ll go there on your own. He wants you to get it. It feels ridiculous to him, but he literally can’t help it—it’s pure instinct. And he will get upset if you ignore it. He won’t say anything, but he’ll get quiet and broody. You hurt his feelings. That’s serious.
But if you do notice your hoodie and walk over there, he’ll watch your reaction so closely. And once you’re there? He’s not letting you leave. He’s going to point at every single item and tell you exactly why it’s there.
He tried really hard to make it not seem weird, okay? And honestly, if you ignore the mountain of pillows and blankets, the clothes, weapons, jewelry, and all the random stuff you like—it’s actually a pretty cozy corner. There’s a soft chair. Warm lights. It’s a vibe. Please sit there. He’d be so, so happy.
He’d never come out and say, “this is a nest I made for you,” but he’s absolutely hoping you’ll go there on your own. He wants you to get it. It feels ridiculous to him, but he literally can’t help it—it’s pure instinct. And he will get upset if you ignore it. He won’t say anything, but he’ll get quiet and broody. You hurt his feelings. That’s serious.
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