#syzoth mk1

[zeniththesilly]

Having a nonsexual/nonromantic obsession with a character that is sexualized very often by the fanbase is so funny. Like I see fanart of my blorbo in a thing and all I can think is “aw yeah! That’s my boy!”

[whitemistwolf]

Part 2 of screenshots for Syzoth's Earthrealm outfit. I like the tattoo on his hand for this one, just wish they kept his face tattooo.

Part 1

[click4rainy]

Love Languages, Plural.

👽: Saw this on my feed and couldn’t help myself :3

🖇️: Syzoth x Gn!Reader x Tomas

☑️: Proof Read

⚠️:SPICY/flirty/suggestive/jealous boyfriends who compete for your attention/you make them kiss and make up :3/fluffy tehe

★ The first sign of trouble is the silence. Not peaceful silence—the pointed kind. The type that hums with unspoken grievances and swallowed comebacks. You glance up from the book you’re pretending to read and find Tomas on your left, Syzoth on your right, both pressed against you like you’re the last source of warmth in a frozen wasteland.

★ Except they’re not looking at you. They’re looking at each other. “You’re breathing too loud,” Tomas mutters, his voice all innocence wrapped around a blade.

★ Syzoth’s eyes—those brilliant reptilian orbs—narrow. “I am not.”

★ “You are. It’s distracting.”

★ “Then perhaps you should move.”

★ “I was here first.”

★ “By three seconds—”

★ “Okay.” You snap the book shut. Both of them flinch like guilty children caught mid cookie theft. “What is happening right now?”

★ “Nothing,” they say in unison.

★ Which is how you know it’s definitely something. It started small.

★ Tomas bringing you tea in the morning, exactly how you like it, with that soft smile that makes your chest do stupid things. Then Syzoth appearing with breakfast he definitely didn’t make himself but claimed he “acquired” for you. The plate still warm. The intent obvious.

★ You kissed them both. Thanked them. Didn’t think twice. But they did.

★ Now every gesture is a competition you never signed up to judge. Tomas holds doors open with a pointed look at Syzoth. Syzoth pulls your chair out at dinner with a little too much flourish. When you all curl up to sleep, there’s a subtle jostling for position—who gets to be the big spoon, who gets your face tucked into their neck, who gets your legs tangled with theirs.

★ You love them both. They know this. And yet.

★ “If you two don’t quit acting this way,” you say slowly, deliberately, watching both their faces pale in real time, “I’m quitting kisses for a month.”

★ Tomas’s hand freezes mid reach toward your shoulder. Syzoth’s eyes widen in disbelief, visibly frowning.

★ “You wouldn’t,” Tomas breathes.

★ “Try me.”

★ Syzoth looks genuinely stricken. “Beloved, that’s—”

★ “Cruel? Maybe don’t act like toddlers fighting over a toy, then.” You cross your arms. “I’m not a prize. I’m a person. And I chose both of you. Figure it out.” They exchange a glance. For a moment, you think maybe you’ve gotten through to them.

★ You haven’t. They’re just sneakier about it now. Around you, they’re perfect. All soft touches and shared smiles and the kind of domestic harmony that makes your heart swell three sizes. Tomas braids your hair (or massages your shoulders) while Syzoth reads to you, or simply dives into deep theories that you always reciprocate with the same energy. Conversing easily while soaking up the affection. They take turns cooking. They don’t argue.

★ But you catch the looks.

★ The way Tomas smirks when you laugh at his joke. The way Syzoth’s eyes flicker with satisfaction when you lean into his shoulder during a movie. The scorekeeping is silent now, coded in glances and tiny territorial victories. You let it slide. For a while.

•••

★ You’re getting water in the kitchen when you hear it—low voices from the next room, sharp edged and familiar.

★ “—not a competition,” Syzoth hisses.

★ “Then why are you keeping score?” Tomas shoots back, and oh, his voice has that bratty lilt that means he’s being deliberately infuriating.

★ “I am not—“

★ “You counted. Yesterday. How many times they smiled at you versus me.”

★ “That is—you are impossible.”

★ “And you’re feral.”

★ There’s a sound like a scuffle—nothing serious, just the audio equivalent of two cats swatting at each other—and you set your glass down with a click loud enough to make them freeze. You step into the doorway.

★ They’re standing too close, eyes locked, Tomas’s hand fisted in Syzoth’s shirt and Syzoth’s claws—carefully, carefully retracted—pressed against Tomas’s chest. They look at you with matching expressions of oh no.

★ “So,” you say softly, and they both flinch. “We’re doing this again.”

★ “Beloved—”

★ “It’s not—”

★ “Sit”

★ They sit.

★ You stay standing, arms crossed, and let the silence stretch just long enough to watch them squirm.

★ “I thought,” you begin, voice deceptively calm, “that I made myself clear. But apparently, I need to teach you two a lesson about sharing.”

★ Tomas swallows hard. Syzoth’s tries not turning invisible right there.

★ “Strip,” you say.

★ Their eyes go wide.

★ “Not—” You huff out a laugh despite yourself. “Just—Shirts. Off. Now.”

★ They obey, fumbling in their haste, and you step closer—close enough to feel the heat radiating off both of them, close enough to watch their pupils dilate.

★ “Here’s how this works,” you murmur, trailing one finger down Tomas’s sternum, watching him shiver. “You’re going to take turns. No talking. No glaring. No scorekeeping. Just…feeling. And maybe you’ll remember that this isn’t about winning.”

★ You turn to Syzoth, cup his jaw, feel the rapid flutter of his pulse. “It’s about us. All three of us. Together.”

★ “Beloved,” Syzoth breathes, leaning into your touch.

★ “Shh.” You brush your thumb over his lower lip. “You had your chance to talk. Now you listen.”

•••

★ You take your time.

★ Mapping Tomas’s collarbones with your mouth while your hand tangles in Syzoth’s hair. Kissing Syzoth slow and deep while your other hand traces idle patterns across Tomas’s ribs. Pulling back every time one of them gets too greedy, too competitive, too focused on outdoing the other.

★ “This isn’t about more,” you whisper against Tomas’s temple. “It’s about enough.” His breath hitches.

★ You turn to Syzoth, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re both enough. More than enough. Do you understand?”

★ “Yes,” they murmur, finally in sync. “Good.”

★ You guide them closer together, until they’re pressed against each other with you in the middle, a tangle of limbs and shared breath. Tomas’ forehead drops to Syzoth’s shoulder. Syzoth’s hand finds his hip.

★ “Now kiss,” you say.

★ They blink at you.

★ “Each other. Kiss each other. Nicely.”

★ There’s a beat of hesitation—and then Tomas surges forward, catching Syzoth’s mouth in something that’s equal parts apology and surrender. Syzoth makes a soft sound, his hand coming up to cradle the back of Tomas’s neck, and you feel the exact moment the tension genuinely—actually breaks.

★ When they pull apart, they’re both flushed and breathless. “Better?” you ask. “Better,” Tomas admits. Syzoth nods, then pauses. “But—“

★ “No.” You press a finger to his lips. “No buts. No keeping score. You’re both mine. I’m both of yours. That’s how this works.”

★ “Understood,” Syzoth murmurs.

★ “Understood,” Tomas echoes.

★ You smile, soft and fond. “Good. Because if I have to have this conversation again, I’m upgrading from one month to three.”

★ They both look appropriately horrified.

•••

★ Later—much later—you’re back on the couch, book in hand, Tomas’s head in your lap as he plays with Syzoth’s hair, who was stroking your calf, sitting between your legs on the floor. They’re not competing anymore. They’re just…there. With you. With each other.

★ “I love you,” you say quietly, to both of them, to the space between. “We love you too,” Tomas murmurs. Syzoth hums agreement, pressing a kiss to your knee.

[missbenzayb]

Here's Takeda and Syzoth/Reptile in their Beach Outfits~

For real— Takeda's Whiplash might be from Nerf items he bought XD At least Syzoth is enjoying some fresh beach resort time before going back to Outworld~

[norithelord]

I started this dynamic also on x (Its ready! check out the results!)

[whitemistwolf]

Decided to do some more screenshots. I notice Syzoth always looks down in his little animation in the customization. He's been through too much.

[firmuspiett1983]

art

i draw a lot when I'm bored

Just wanted to show people, if anyone cares

[twistofhardy]

Hidden desires

Syzoth x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, light romance, use of YN

The humid jungle air was thick with the scent of rain, the canopy above casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You had ventured out alone, seeking solitude and peace from the chaos of the world. As you walked, the sound of leaves rustling caught your attention, but you dismissed it as just the wind until a familiar voice called out.

“Y/N, wait.”

You turned, and there he was, Syzoth. The Zaterran warrior’s emerald eyes met yours with a mixture of caution and warmth. Though he often masked his emotions behind his reptilian stoicism, there was something vulnerable about him today.

“Why are you following me?” you asked softly, folding your arms.

Syzoth stepped closer, the sunlight catching the scales that lined the edges of his neck and jaw. “I worry when you go off alone. This jungle is… unpredictable.”

“And you think I can’t handle myself?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No.” His lips quirked slightly. “But I don’t want you to handle it alone.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment. The bond you shared had grown over time—first as allies, then as something more undefined. There was an intensity in the way Syzoth protected you, but he always kept his feelings guarded.

Today, however, something had shifted.

“I’m tired of hiding how I feel,” Syzoth finally confessed, his voice low and earnest. “I’ve spent too long suppressing my nature. But with you, it’s different. You make me feel… human again.”

Your breath caught. The vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. Stepping forward, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm.

“You don’t have to hide with me,” you whispered. “You never did.”

For the first time, Syzoth’s tension melted away. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was tentative but filled with unspoken promises. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in that sacred moment.

When the kiss ended, Syzoth rested his forehead against yours. “No matter what comes, I’ll protect you. Always.”

“And I’ll be here. Always,” you replied, sealing your promise with another kiss.

In the heart of the jungle, two souls found peace—not in solitude, but in each other.

The end