#cylas writes

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Made Of Stone

Words: 505

Content warnings: mentions of animal cruelty, nongraphic mention of injuries

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“Careful, watch where you put your feet,” said one of the boys in a hushed voice, struggling to keep his footing. The rain that had started around afternoon had made the rocks slippery and they had been worried they’d have to call off their little trip, but luckily it had stopped before the sun set.  

Still, neither the wet stones nor the twilight limiting their vision and giving the world around them a mystical appearance, was too big of an obstacle. It was almost ridiculously easy to get close to the seals resting a couple hundred meters from them. 

“Do you have your camera on?” another boy said, receiving a thumbs up from his friend. They had been scouting out the area over the time of their trip, looking for spots that wear easily accessible but close to where the seals usually came, with a fairly free line of sight, and – most importantly – loose stones, maybe some trash other visitors had carelessly tossed out. 

“Hey, look, over there,” the first one whispered, pointing towards a small group of seals to the side, “Those are small. Do you think those are babies?” 

“Might be,” the one with the camera said, “You wanna go for them?” 

“Don’t you think that’s a little too much?” remarked the last one, “They might get seriously injured.” 

The other two laughed at that. “So? Since when do you care? That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” 

He shrugged and agreed with a sigh. 

Quietly, they inched closer and collected some projectiles, but just as they aimed to throw the first stone, all seals perked up as if on some imperceptible signal and started rushing towards the sea. 

“What the fuck?” the first boy called. 

“We took too long!” the second one complained. 

“I think we should leave, something’s wrong,” the third one urged, a feeling of unease creeping up on him. 

When they turned to leave, however, a thick fog had begun to spread, its white tendrils wrapping around the rocky ground like fingers reaching towards the sea. It wasn’t long before they were completely enveloped and basically blind, even the torches of their phones doing little to improve their vision. 

The first twisted ankle had been predictable, a scraped knee almost expected, but the open fracture of the lower leg was a shock. They started calling for help, then, cold and blind and injured in the dark, but no one seemed to hear them. 

Eventually, it started to rain again, and they decided that they had to do something. So, the third boy, with the merely scraped knee, agreed to try and get help while his friends stayed behind. The faint light of his torch was soon swallowed by the fog as he scrambled over rocks and pebbles in the direction that he hoped civilisation to be in. 

The temperatures dropped further, the rain didn’t let up, and a strong wind came in from the sea, causing angry waves to crash against the shore. 

The third boy did not return. 

taggedy tag-tag: @bluecoolr @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @visceravalentines @rottent33th @the-pinstriped-hood @cyanide-latte @goldrose-star @myers-meadow @devil-doll13 @darklylucid @solmints-messyocdiary

#cylas writes #me? posting something i've written? in this year of our lord 2023? #🦭

[bluecoolr]

omg that last post with the church and cornfield gave me A Thought

we know that Darrell is scared of cornfields, right

BUT

what if he happened to be around cornfields for whatever reason and either victims or someone else he was chasing (maybe someone with info about him that shouldn't get out) ended up fleeing into the cornfield

would Bright Eyes be able to help

I mean, he would probs be more in charge at that point anyway but I just wonder how syring the fear is etc

Ho ho Cylas, your brain!!! 👀

Darrell's irrational fear of corn fields, I've decided, stems from a fear of being forever stuck there and alone with himself, his thoughts and his guilt. Along with his impressionable brain being polluted by horror movies lol

Enjoy a little drabble!

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Darrell skidded to a stop so suddenly that his boot heels dug a rift in the earth. The woman had bolted through the corn, cradling the gash on her side.

He could hear her panting, plowing through the corn stalks. She'd put up a fight; given him a whack on the cheek with a tire iron. He was sure he'd feel it for days.

Adrenaline was usually his best friend. It made him quick, agile, filled him with preternatural strength. Tonight however, it was his worst enemy. It was fueling his target despite her wounds, and it was also stirring the fear in his marrow.

He watched the corn rattle together, thousands of ears hissing like snakes in the grass. Taunting him. Daring him.

A steady droning hum pierced his eardrums. Pinpricks and gooseflesh crept up his body. He was pacing, trying to steady his breathing. He adjusted his grip on the ax and knife. Stalling.

Then, like a whip, a voice from within spurred him on.

Go.

He launched forward, mowing down stalks in pursuit of his target. There was double the rustling now, he could hear her above the ghastly whispering. He could see flashes of her, despite his darkening, pulsing vision.

His heart hammered, more from the thrill than terror now.

He would get her. He always got them.

That was why he didn't wear a mask. His face was the last thing they ever saw.

#darrell todd #slasher oc #ask darrell #oc writing #bluecoolr.txt #cylas my beloved

[transingthoseformers]

Cylas is an interesting character and I'm surprised that I haven't seen more fics with him as a focus

Also because it's On Sight with me and this character like a dog seeing it's favorite chew toy

#who knows maybe i need to get high ant write up one of those video essays on him #tfp cylas #mentally I'm doing that optic spinny thing that the autobots do whrr whrr #maybe ignore me i have therapy in a few hours

[ajarofpickledtears]

at this point, going into my 6th semester, I've got 45 LP of... I think either 160 or 180 I need

so

yeah

#cylas speaks #one constant in my uni career so far is not writing term papers and skipping exams #and i just dont see myself doing uni and working at the same time lmao #bc im not exactly doing uni even with free time #soooo #fun times #if i could be even just half the person my sister is things could be so much easier #alas #I'll probably end up working some minimum wage job or having to jump from temporary work to another like dad #because bitches just cant do anything that involves studying and exams #i wasnt made for this world

[enchantedliving]

We want to tell you about a novel from author Cyla Panin—Beguiled, that came out last summer and can be found at all book retailers!

And a synopsis:

Ella is a 17-year-old weaver whose entire livelihood depends on her loom. She dreams of opening her own shop, but when her father died in debtor’s prison, she had to support herself by taking whatever clients she could get. In order to buy her supplies she goes into debt of her own, and when her loom breaks, Ella realizes she needs more help than a repairperson can give her. She, like everyone, has heard about the old washerwoman spirit called the Bean-Nighe who will grant any one wish—for a price.

But Ella is desperate, so she asks the Bean-Nighe to fix her loom. And it works. The loom is fixed, and she creates beautiful pieces she could have never imagined before. All she has to do is feed the loom a drop of blood each time she weaves—a small price to pay for such magnificent silks. And when she brings two bolts to a rich client, she meets a mysterious young man named Callum and bargains for an invitation to his exclusive party. At that party, he’s so mesmerized by her talent, he offers Ella a place to live and patronage for her art. It seems like Ella’s fortune is finally turning for the better . . . until she begins to notice the loom taking more from her than she offered.

As she becomes entangled in the lives of the city’s rich, swept into Callum’s allure, and trapped by the Bean-Nighe’s magic, Ella must figure out a way to secure her future while she still has a future at all.

#enchanted living magazine #magic #enchanting #faerie #fairy #fantasy #whimsical #witch #witchy #article #writing #books #author #reading #indie #art #artist #illustration #beguiled #cyla panin #indie author

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

also: 🖊

every time I read about someone's angery OC I'm like "hey, that's like Cathryn"

angry bitches (neutral) gotta stick together

Angry bitches sure do! 😌 Gotta girlboss gaslight gatekeep together or however the fuck that saying goes

Anyway, as for the 🖊

I can’t remember if I’ve said this before, but even though Roxy is the type you’d expect to be loaded with tattoos, she only has a couple. Along the inside of her left forearm, she has a tattoo of a syringe. She got it in college as a result of a truth-or-dare game, during which Mel dared her to get one (and to which Roxy responded with a shrug and a “Sure, why not”). Roxy also has a small tattoo of a white cat sitting in an upside-down top hat – a little tribute to her cat Houdini. This tattoo is on her right shoulder blade.

She does intend to get more someday. She just needs the time...

#ace rambles #ace writes #roxanne love #ask game #friendo cylas <3

[themarcspector-a]

😍 : a loving voicemail || rio x cyla

Dr El Din knows that Rio is busy. He’s a man with people to see and places to be -- as the vintage earth saying goes. The thing is though, she’s been thinking of him quite a lot as she teaches and wonders what he can possibly be up to that keeps him away for so long. She understands that he’s an older than this planet, since he's a ‘vampire’ and all, but she does not think that’s what keeps him away from her for so long. She’s pretty certain that there is more to it. Part of her wonders if she can help with whatever it is.

And though she’s aware that he likely won’t answer his phone, she decides to call him, anyways. The phone rings a few times, and of course, he does not answer.

Which leads to a tooth achingly sweet message from the good doctor herself: “I know that you’re busy, doing whatever it is you do. But that book you brought to me -- the one you needed translated. Well, I’m willing to translate it. But only, and only if, you tell me what you’ve been up to. I’m curious and when I’m curious I end up eating myself alive. So, you’ve got to tell me. Not only due to curiosity, but because I adore you. I love you, too - vampire or not - and I worry. Can you call me so I can say it to you again? And again, possibly? Or until you’ve grown tired of it? I miss you. Much love, from your dearest Cyla.”

@nightknights

#writing: cyla el din #annie: cyla x rio #annie tag #noahsfinishedworks* #sofffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttttttttttt

[murdockdevil-goooonnne]

projects: bad things (happen to good people)

ship: cyla & dougie

"i notice you sit and listen to my lectures sometimes, professor el din." he leans against his desk, looks up for a moment, and then back at her. cyla looks like she's having a fun time and like she's happy to see him, and she's curious if he's picked up on that due to his sudden playfulness that is separate from the seriousness of his usual demeanor. "is it because you want to learn something for your own lectures - or do you just like to hear me talk?" dougie is clearly joking, but he looks confused. "actually, i just think it's fascinating to hear someone who's lived hundreds of years talk about history..." cyla expresses matter-of-fact, right before smiling. "also, you talk with your hands. i think it's cute." dougie swallows, then he smiles and doesn't say anything after that. but when cyla sneaks into another one of his lectures, she notices him using his hands more, and she can't help but look casual, even though she's amused and smiling inside.

#noswipstuff* #[ writing tag ] #noswrittenworks* #[ projects: bad things (happen to good people) ] #notes: every once in a while i think of cyla and dougie #and i found a quicker way to make screencaps sooooo i made gifs of they

[devil-doll13]

🖊 Jas my dearest!! Tell me something about my babygirl Abigail 🖤

Abigail probably used her art skills to create her own tarot deck at some point. She gets so much of her occult knowledge from her dreams and produces these very strange runes and sigils which only have meaning to her, so it would be pointless if anyone tried to do a divination with her cards because they wouldn’t be able to understand them (and honestly they would probably make your brain hurt because of how much eldritch shit is scrawled on them so)

#I told Cylas about this in a conversation about Abby and Ghost #and yes the card deck is probably cursed as a safety feature #they act like scp items and could probably kill you #slaashy <3 #Abigail Williams #Abigail #asks #my writing

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

*Le time skip*

[after a hushed and angry sounding conversation in French between Cade and Sully, Cade suddenly grabs Candy’s hand and drags her to his room]

[he’s upset, but he’s not intending to be rough with her. I’m his haste he pushes her onto the bed, slamming the door shut behind them]

[he doesn’t even turn away from the door, just breathing heavily and trying to calm himself]

- Cade

[Candy is somewhat taken aback but lets him pull her along. Although unmade, the bed is soft and she manages to avoid hitting any part of the bedframe.]

[she pushes herself into a seating position and watches Cade who seems to be struggling with his emotions, unsure of what to do. Asking if he was okay would be stupid, telling him that everything was fine or to calm down doesn't seem like safe choices either.]

[when Chester gets upset, she usually just leaves him alone until he comes to her, but he's a child. And a friend of her mum's apparently usually just leaves to cool off on his own.]

[so... she remains silent.]

#cylas writes #cade and candy #cade sullivan #candy walker

[themarcspector-hasmovedblogs]

prompt: are you comfortable? / jacob + cyla  for: @deathlessfable​

There’s something weird about Jacob asking her if she’s comfortable, when they’re in her own home. Something awkward about him interfering in her new life just to drag her into the bullshit that was her previous life simply for the sake of ‘adventure’ and because she’s the ‘last hope’ for the ‘conspiracy’ or whatever.

Though her apartment is small, and her kitchen smaller — Cyla doesn’t really care for The Conspiracy anymore. Doesn’t care what they do, either. She also doesn’t care what they say, or about what they take from anyone. All she cares about is living a normal life where she gets to teach people about the subject she loves, and how she gets to listen to students go on and on about it later in their shared passion later on. 

The fact that Jacob thinks she’d ever want to leave her job as professor to do work away from it almost makes her want to laugh. Yet, instead, she just looks a little rigid – a little confused. 

“Are you comfortable?” Jacob asks her, probably noticing this, as she leans against her kitchen counter as he goes on about the Conspiracy. 

“No,” she states, honestly, shaking her head simply. “It’s just -- you want me to leave the job of my dreams to go back to a job that caused me trouble, because I’m indebted to those in charge. It’s an awful lot to take in, if I’m being truthful.” Cyla sips her coffee silently, her expression going less confused and more neutral. 

Jacob nods. “I’m sorry, I’m the messenger. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to.” It’s said simply. 

“I know,” Cyla responds. “I only wish things were different. I wanted a slower pace of life. I wanted freedom, and now – now I’m back to square one, I guess.” 

Jacob shrugs gently. “Well, at least it’ll be fun to have the old team back.” His words don’t sound fun at all. 

“Can’t wait…” Cyla mumbles under her breath. Then she sighs, contemplating running away. 

#noswrittenworks #writing: cyla el din #fable: cyla x jacob #<3 cyla!!!!!!!!!!!

[bluecoolr]

alrighty, more alt timeline Darrell questions

how, when, and why do people from his cult congregation find out about the whole murder thing?

Some time after Darrell takes office as parish priest. They learn of it with their own eyes. It started with a desperate plea from a child who came from an abusive home. The situation was so much like his own that Darrell went and dealt with it himself - saving the young boy and his mother from another night of savage beating. 

Of course, there could only be one explanation for the man’s sudden disappearance and word gets around fast in small towns. Then, the “executions” scale up. Nathan is heralded as Zak’s official executioner. Loyalist Zakkaites form an execution squad that serve as the town’s law enforcement.  

Men and women who resist the faith-centered governance actively work against Darrell and his cult and are hunted as seditionists. The brother of the man first executed in Zak leads them along with the former Reverend. 

#not me dropping alt timeline lore #dw cylas i'm planning on writing a one shot that gives a little peek into the life in zak! #and it's mostly alt cylas x father darrell #alt timeline #darrell todd #nathan todd

[transingthoseformers]

That feeling when you are totally obsessed with an au/project, completely forget about it for a while, remember it and then go completely nuts again

#act. having a lot of thoughts about that fnaf au i mentioned #i put a LOT of work into that art wise and writing wise including made up game dynamics and maps #and so... so many animatronics #17 at one location five at another and 2 at the still other one #I'm a nutcase like that #... #I'm also obligated to point out similarities between Cylas and Springtrap #mostly not tf

[ajarofpickledtears]

wish i wasnt so insufferable and pathetic maybe then living with myself wouldnt be so unbearable lol

#cylas vents #negativity #wherever this mood came from i wish itd go back lmao #bitches cant take the truth #but cant evne write or play stardew or anything for ditsraction cause brain doesnt wan to

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

Took me a minute to get to it, but @ajarofpickledtears  tagged me for this!

If tagged, give 3 facts either about yourself or your OC’s. Then tag the 10 most recent tumblr users from your page.

I’ll go with 3 little fun facts about one of my OCs – Roxanne Love! Lessgo.

The name “Roxanne Love” was actually inspired by Courtney Love. I don’t really know anything about her, but I thought she had a cool name. I came up with the name “Roxanne Love” not long after, and thought that was also a pretty cool name. But I didn’t have a character to attach it to, so I tucked it away for potential future use. Lo and behold, the name got used! So… thanks to Courtney Love for the inspo I guess!

Ironically, considering her namesake, Roxy has tried learning how to play the electric guitar multiple times in her life. She’s… kind of terrible at it. Every time she tries to learn it, she’ll quickly realize she sucks, drop it, then forget about it for a couple years until she decides to try again. It’s a cycle that isn’t leading anywhere.

Despite owning a perfectly functional car, Roxy insists on walking everywhere. Cars are for emergencies only. Or rain.

Bonus fun fact: Roxy’s dyed her hair different colors in the past. Most prominently, when she was in college, she dyed her hair a pale pastel pink for about three years

I’m not tagging anyone because I don’t want to be a bother :P

#thanks for the tag cylas! ^v^ #roxanne love #ace writes #tag game

[themarcspector-a]

❛ i may not be your first, but i want to be your last. ❜ jacob & cyla

Prompt: ❛ i may not be your first, but i want to be your last. ❜ Pairings: Cyla El Din & Jacob Cuellar For: @fabledmoon Warnings: mentions death of a husband but not in detail.

❛ i may not be your first, but i want to be your last,❜ Jacob Cuellar expressed with such seriousness and sad eyes that she couldn’t help but to swallow and look away from him for a moment, due to the realness of it all.  

Professor Cyla El Din knew that Jacob meant what he was saying. She understood that his words came from the heart because he was not the wordiest man around. He kept his words locked tight like a secret a majority of the time and rarely ever let her know what was going on in that head of his. 

And though she understood that he meant his words, the issue was, she wasn’t sure if she could commit herself to anyone just yet. 

In a way, for the longest time, she had liked that Jacob wasn’t emotionally available and not the dating type because that meant she didn’t have to be, either. 

She had, after all, lost her husband tragically a year ago and wasn’t sure if she could move on. The idea of doing so felt like a betrayal, since she had told her husband that they’d spend their lives together. The idea of spending her life with someone else so soon felt so strange – especially when this someone knew her husband before he had passed. 

“I don’t know if such words need saying. I’m not even sure you and I could ever work out. We’re both different and you more-or-less drive me insane.” Cyla kept a steady gaze on him and tried to not show much emotion, out of fear that he’d see she was vulnerable and would keep saying things like he had moments ago. She was about to say more, but then one of her students entered the room, and she narrowed her eyes to Jacob, before he nodded at her firmly, and walked out of the room. 

As much as Cyla would like to have this important talk with him, she knew it would be impossible to have when she was unprepared to give her heart away just yet.

#writing: cyla el din #fable: cyla x jacob #noahsfinishedworks* #I can’t write anymore brain broke