#juiced thoughts

jealous!sylus is a very endearing and heartbreaking thought to me. because to me it would be born from a place of insecurity, uncertainty and a greed that stretches beyond what he knows is appropriate.

jealous!sylus would tear himself apart, berate himself and hold himself back tense in every nerve because he knows it's not rational for him to be jealous. maybe you just said a guy looked pretty. maybe you just hugged someone for a little longer than he expected. maybe you were just a little too defenceless around someone else. it gnawed at him. grated his thoughts.

jealous!sylus would drag you away from the other person, too caught up in his own stupid thoughts to hear anything you had to say. pin you against the wall, with his leg between yours and his head against the wall. breathing heavily in your ear.

jealous!sylus would lose himself in you, his last indulgence and regret it for the rest of his life. because all he wanted was for you to have everything you wanted, not for him to pry your fingers open and pour his pathetic heart into your closed palms.

jealous!sylus would grind into you, the both of you pressed so tightly together that breathing would feel impossible. your heart constricted and his heart pounding desperately against your ribcage as his pelvis ground against your clit, his cock deep within your walls as he bit your shoulder. messily marking your pretty skin even as you thrash and squirm.

jealous!sylus would growl in your ear, "you said he was pretty. you like pretty. you always have. am i pretty? do you think i'm pretty?" and even as you desperately try to nod and convince him that he is, his choked grunts keep falling out. his heart pouring out of the cracks of his vulnerabilities.

jealous!sylus would softly whisper as he comforts you, "i'm sorry... i'm sorry..." as you cry, pounding at his chest in protest.

jealous!sylus would mumble "he doesn't deserve you —I don't deserve you...but you have all of this wretched me anyway." and you would argue, trying to tell him that you don't want all of him if you aren't his in turn. but even as his greed —his sickening, greed that lay dormant within him— pounded at his every cell to claim you, he would pull himself away from you.

jealous!sylus would let you go in the end if that was what was right. if he knew that was what your heart truly yearned for. because sometimes he knew you better than you knew yourself. because he saw the way you smiled. he saw you, and he worshipped and hoarded every moment, every memory with such reverence that it was more than worth the despair that might follow.

jealous!sylus would pathetically ask, "do you really want me?" and you would have to throw yourself at him, sobbing and your voice breaking apart in that adorable little croak that would make his heart drop to his stomach. calling him names, kicking at him weakly as you feel horrible that he could doubt his worth to you.

jealous!sylus would be sick to his stomach at his own greed and envy. how could he want so much of the you that had already spread themselves so thin for so many? of the you that had already loved him so fiercely? the person who he already monopolised so much of?

jealous!sylus would kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your eyes and cup your face until you stopped crying. apologising over and over, telling you that he knows. that it didn't make sense. it was all his fault. he would never touch you or take you that roughly again.

jealous!sylus would sigh when you blush at that, telling him that you didn't hate that he was so rough. he didn't want to be so callous with you, to be so selfish with you, even though you didn't seem to mind. because he loved you a lot. a lot more than you could ever imagine. he adored you so beyond measure, that his head was mad and stupid. making rash decisions that didn't suit him, and laughing at silly things he never thought he'd experience. all for you.

background

he absolutely lives in an abandoned castle on the hill. meticulously arranged and clean on the inside, but surrounded by ominous graves and crows on the outside.

abstains from blood just from how picky he is. he cannot stand how most people smell or look at him, opting to substitute with the poisonous nectar of datura flowers and strong alcohols (extremely extensive wine cellar collection, dating centuries back)

he'd get a wine bottle with important years on it as a way to keep track of time

slightly malnourished for a vampire, but he more than compensates with his physical prowess and ability to manipulate crows (instead of bats huehuehue)

he would be soooo sneaky about it. you'd think he was just a slightly out-of-touch nobleman, before you either make the mistake of coming to his abode or letting him in to yours.

he drags his thumb along his fangs, just checking their sharpness

NSFW below, period blood warning im so sorry for being a freak

he would be so vascular. like his veins would look like they're popping as they lead down his v-line to his well-trimmed pubes.

when he meets you, your scent almost sends him into a sort of heat. god, it was more than intoxicating. it was straight up sin.

when he eats you out, he'd say it's better than anything he's ever eaten and he absolutely means it. sucking and licking, burying his tongue as far as he could manage

i think the first time he'd taste your blood would be you on your period. he'd insist on you sitting on his face, with his hands spreading your thighs wide just so he could surround himself in it. his first ever feast.

he would look so fucking deranged with blood all over his chin and lips. his red eyes glowing with delight

you'd slump against him, exhausted from cumming so hard and his fangs would sink into your thighs, just too aroused to stop himself.

it's his first ever proper meal, he can't help fucking rutting into you, splitting you on his thick cock with reckless abandon.

his fangs are stuck thoroughly into your soft neck, hands groping your chest and fiddling with your nipples as his cock stretched you wide open.

at this point, the sex is only an excuse for him to bite you

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im convinced the next myth is going to be vampiric. it just HAS TO BE COME ON. THAT ONE AUDIO WHERE HE BITES YOUR NECK IYKYK. i kinda want to make a full fic of this, but this is just my brainstorming/brainrot. maybe a sort of tavern setting before he begs you to let him in to your home before you realise what he actually is?!?!? or maybe like youre a noblewoman and you meet him at a ball. oh fuck

this line: "Though you do owe me a curtain call grander than death itself." in reference to how she literally cursed him to live on with her when their souls were bound ????!??! FUCKING INSANE.

THE PART WHERE HE ASKS YOU IF YOU NEED SOME HELP PULLING THE TRIGGER. YOU FUCKING PSYCHOOOOOOOOOOOPATHHHHHHHHHHHHH

sylus trying to make us hate him, reverting into this big bad villain persona that everyone sees him as.... the way he talks intentionally mean and dismissive to make you think he's actually the big bad ooooooohhhhh........ the way he doesn't deny killing your family but instead lets you take your anger out on him by shooting him ooooooooohhhhhhhhh...........

replaying the first chapter you can REALLY see the way he thought she'd recognise him. LIKE THE WAY YOU CAN FEEL THE PLAYFUL UNDERTONES WHEN YOU READ THIS KNOWING THEIR LORE UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

FRAMING IT AS ALTERING YOU WHEN REALLY HE JUST WANTS TO MAKE SURE YOUR EVOL ISNT SUPPRESSED SO THAT YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND USE YOUR POWER TO ITS FULLEST ABILITY WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WAAAAAAAH

when he gets told you might be disgusted by him and he's visibly upset but lowkey was anticipating it because he was pushing you away intentionally........ FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK BROOOOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYYY WAS THERE ANY NEEDDDDDDDDD????????!!!!!!!!????????

THE WAY HE IS SO SOFT WHEN YOU USE HIM FOR YOUR ADVANTAGE AT THAT DAMN AUCTION. DANCING WITH YOU LIKE ITS A FINAL FAREWELL GIFT TO HIMSELF. GODDAAAAAAAAAMMMMMNNNNNNNNITTTTTTTT

THOSE GLASS WINDOWS JUST HAVE TO BE A CALLBACK COME ONNNNN.

THE SLIGHT MELANCHOLY AND TRAGEDY UNDERLYING THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!?!!! this card is gonna make me tear up i can feel it. it's gonna be about their tragic fate and how they'll choose each other regardless.

oml this fake idgafer. I LOVE YOU!!!I LOVD YOU SO MUCH 😞😞😞💔💔💔💔😭😭😭

short drabble alert, lowkey just my character analysis of main story sylus. I HAVENT DONE THE NEW CHAPTERS YET BC IM WAITING FOR AFTER EXAMS 💔💔💔 it was originally just meant to be a quick post abt how much i love the animation in that scene 😭

barren eyes. dim red with no soul, no lustre. like a gem worn from wear and neglect with no caring jeweller or owner to polish them.

dark and misted like his own evol.

that lazy smirk he defaults to. one that didn't reach his eyes this time because how could it? knowing you had forgotten him. not just your childhood, but your intrinsic soul link to him.

your instinct to devour him only reminiscent of the cruelty he found solace away from with you.

how could you do this to him when the love he had learnt, and half of his very essence was yours?

how could you be so selfish to forget what you once treasured so easily?

...was he no longer your dragon..?

for him, that day was when you had taught him what it meant to be truly cursed. to be subjected to a life of silent protection and unspoken, one-sided vows with no reciprocation. not that he did it for anything like that.

he did it simply because it was you.

because he would never forsake you.

because no matter what, his soul will call for yours.

the melody imprinted on his mind from your days of slowly becoming a fiend, and the cheeky antics he could only put up with because you were his end. they were all gone from your memories.

it was counterintuitive, yes. but it was true. knowing you were his demise didn't matter.

to think you didn't even know his name...the one you stubbornly bestowed upon him. the one you picked for your own convenience. the one he adored. it took every fibre of his being not to breakdown.

he wasn't expecting much. he knew you wouldn't know of the cruelty you were subject to, and god forbid he be the one to remind you. but he was.

and it broke his heart.

learning you felt disgusted by him was the final straw. his back carried enough burden, and being hated by you was the worst chain you could have interlocked onto his shackles.

he wasn't expecting to be your lover. amicable was enough. please, he was confident but he wasn't arrogant. he had been watching you as your silent guardian. not as a sick freak trying to monopolize you.

but you being disgusted by him was a sick joke.

he had never hated his haste so vehemently before or after this. his patience was a virtue he swore never to misplace with you from that moment on.

he wanted you to rip out his eye and devour it for yourself. your greed would delight him, and his pain would ease his guilt.

leaving you wasn't easy. but he knew it was only right. why on earth would you want to spend time with someone you found disgusting?

top left: xavier

top right: sylus

middle left: zayne

bottom middle: raf

bottom right: caleb