Just a little Nerdy

25+ | INFJ | Gemini | Slytherin Currently far too obessed with LaDS, Sylus lives rent free in my mind with the twins and Mephi

[lemonpiemer]

hit him baby one more time 😢

high school hc: mc used to play britneys songs around the house all the time. one time caleb made her really upset she gave him silent treatment that lasted for days, which was longer than usual. so caleb, who couldnt take it anymore, decided to apologize by serenading mc with baby one more time 🤣

[corvusmemoriae]

I wonder if there's ever a point in life where you're just allowed to be happy

[paperlotus613]

🤍🧵| 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?"

"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes. The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together. "Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands. "And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."

Caleb lets out as chuckle. "Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?" At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to. "I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head. A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face. "You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously. "No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"

Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too. Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.

"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully. "Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!" You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..." You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.

Caleb takes a moment to compose himself. "Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips." He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.

You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note. „Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏” Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.

When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak. "You know, Caleb..." He glances down at you. "I meant what I said." Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—" "I love you, Caleb." Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him. You sit up and face him. "I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much." A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.

As if hearing those words from you is everything he'd been waiting for.

[sylusjinxedpaw]

LADS!Dad SMAU Edition (bc me and my bestie had been having fun creating texts with our own LI's)

-Featuring: Dad!Sylus

Dad!Zayne Here | Dad!Rafayel Here

note: this is also based on a Dad!Sylus AU, but this time it is a short one-shot that you can read here (again, it is not necessary to read it, but if you're curious about it you can check it out and make me happy interacting with it ^^)

Please don't copy or repost without my permission :)

[jellopen]

Family photo

[atzeroo]

Until you are ready - Sylus X MC

Sylus comforts you when you think you aren't enough. ─ .✦ comfort, insecurities, gentle Sylus ─ .✦ word count: 0.9k a/n: this was written purely based on that one scene in Howl's moving castle where Sophie says she's never once been beautiful her entire life which has always stuck with me and breaks my heart a little every time I watch it ;-;

“Oh, this is my favorite scene… used to make me cry all the time.. I relate to her so much, you know? Like, I never thought I was attractive before (nervous giggle), so it made me feel so seen to see a character who I can relate to-”

There’s an almost dangerous look in his eyes the second you finish your sentence, an uncomfortable silence grazing over when everything seemed to have been fine just a couple of minutes ago. You finally manage to pry your eyes away, gaze dropping onto the floor in hopes of finding a way to break the ice, but Sylus speaks up first before you can.

“..Tell me again, what did you just say?”

You sigh, your cheeks feeling a little bit warm from the embarrassment that is trying to take over your mind, the once innocent conversation turning sombre rather quickly because you decided to say a little bit too much, “N-nothing, I didn’t say anything, rea-”

Before you know it, his hand is on your chin, gently tugging your face to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed deeply, the look of concern nothing you can make up when he looks at you like this. 

“What did you just say?”, he repeats, crimson eyes glistening a little bit and you feel your heart drop the way he holds your gaze and doesn’t allow you to look away.

You contemplate for a moment: if it’s worth the trouble to speak about your past experiences that may just make you look immature and naive. It shouldn’t concern him at all, you think, and maybe he wouldn’t understand it anyway-

But Sylus doesn’t even give you a chance to think further. His eyes have always been a weakness of yours. His presence comforting and guiding; like he is telling you it’s okay and that everything is going to be alright. So you take a big breath before speaking up once more:

“..I.. before meeting you.. uh, I have never really felt attractive before”, you start, eyes starting to wander as the warmth in your face increases, “it’s kind of stupid really.. a-and nothing I think about nowadays anyways - well, most days more or less - so let’s just pretend I didn’t say that” - the last part you barely hear yourself saying out loud. Maybe, in all the embarrassment, you did end up just thinking it, your voice cutting out midway when unpretty memories started fogging up your brain and left a nasty taste.

And when you look at Sylus again, hoping he would just nod and move on, you notice he’s just silently glancing back at you, his lips pressed together in almost a thin line. He’s thinking about what to say, you realize, and you aren’t sure if you liked that or not.

You had this kind of conversation with him before; where you told him about your insecurities and how you never expected him to like you back when you two started getting closer. It never crossed your mind that he would feel the same way about you and to be fair, being with him had managed to shut up a lot of those voices in your head that would usually tell you otherwise.

But today felt a little bit different.

Today, your words registered in his brain as hostility against his beloved; It wasn't 'I didn't expect you to like me back because we were so different back then' - instead, it felt more like: 'I don't think I'm enough for you, because I'm unlovable and don't deserve you.'

“Sweetie, do you really still think that about yourself?”, he asks gently, and you didn’t even notice how he had gone to grasp both your hands, giving them a squeeze, “Do you think I don’t find you attractive?”

When you don’t immediately reply, it’s enough of an answer to him. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, feel like a warm embrace.

"Oh, sweetie..", he mumbles, and his tone alone was enough to bring those tears to finally spill over, flowing down your cheeks messily, even though you have been trying your hardest to keep it in.

Sylus doesn't ask you to stop; simply brings you closer into his embrace so you can cry it out, that spot on his shoulder turning dark with your tears and sobs, as his hand rubs up and down your back in a comforting manner.

“..Until you are ready to love yourself the way I love you, I’ll carry that love for the two of us, if you’d like”, he whispers, pulling away so he can take your hand into his and bring it up to his lips. Then he presses soft kisses along your knuckles, his crimson eyes never leaving yours.

You feel warm - incredibly so. And it’s not from the discomfort this time. Your heart feels full. Full of his love and adoration for you.

The voice in your head has finally managed to quiet down - all the doubts of his feelings for you vanishing bit by bit as he reassures you otherwise.

He feels your hands trembling and makes sure to hold you tight. “I’ll show you how beautiful you are to me, and how you have managed to make every single day I get to be with you the happiest I have ever been. I love you. And I’ll never trade you for anything else in the world, even if your darkest thoughts may say otherwise.”

[souliloqui]

ceo!sylus x secretary!reader

summary: you find sylus hiding in his office. for good reason.

cw: y/n-esque!emcee (she is very annoying and no one really likes her in this)

a/n: inspired by that ceo x y/n trend where the ceo is overly protective of sweet, innocent and naive y/n. but the ceo here isn't interested in y/n and is far more interested in YOU. i also want to thank the ever so lovely @sysjuicebox-archive for adding onto this idea with her glorious mind, it was so much!

"Mr. Qin?" You call out as you open one of his large office doors, having knocked a few times already. Each knock received no response, making you wonder if your boss had stepped out for something or the other.

Usually an impromptu lunch meeting or an all too often emergency trip to his twin sons' school.

Whatever it is, he hadn't informed you and you remember that Sylus had given you permission to enter his office at any time for whatever reason.

"I trust you," he had said, a rare genuine smile soften his sharp, handsome features. Your heart had been sent off to the races, winning first place with how fast it had been beating. It had been a...moment between you two that replays consistently in your head when you go to bed at time, like clockwork.

You peer into his office, scanning the familiar surroundings as you step in and close the door behind you.

His huge obsidian desk is neatly organised, sealed envelopes and papers stacked into small piles. The outrageously expensive ergonomic chair he loves leaning back in is facing the fall-to-ceiling windows. He was probably taking in the cityscape, his mind drifting far away to avoid an incoming headache.

You set some paperwork on his desk, skirting around it until you're standing in front of the wide window. You immediately notice your apartment building in the not too far distance. As well as the bakery that's a block down from it and off to the east, you can barely make out Sylus' favourite Mediterranean restaurant.

The view, however familiar, engrosses you so much that you don't notice a hand sneaking out from under his desk.

But you feel it latch onto your ankle and scream loudly in shock, kicking it away to press yourself against the window.

With your heart pounding, you look down at where the hand came from and feel immediate anger.

"Was this your idea of a funny joke?" You ask, having spotted Sylus who's hilariously curled up beneath his desk. The space is big but clearly not big enough to hide a 6'4" broad-shouldered man who's famously feared for his sharp intelligence and keen business sense. "I will report you to HR for this."

"Janice in HR loves me so good luck with that," Sylus says smoothly and he isn't wrong. Janice is obsessed with him. "And my intention wasn't to scare you, I simply wanted to grab your attention."

"And you couldn't have just said my name?"

Sylus shakes his head. "She'll hear me otherwise."

You blink. "Who?"

As if on cue, there're three knocks coming from Sylus' door.

"Ooooh Sylus~!" Emcee calls out, her tone sickly sweet.

It makes your stomach churn.

"Oh, her," you deadpan before kneeling on the ground to hide your silhouette from view. "I didn't think you'd be rendered scared by someone half your size and has a quarter of your strength."

"I don't have her time today," Sylus says, now in a low whisper. "She's annoyingly persistent and has been in my office a total of 32 times today."

You check your watch. "But it's only 1 PM."

"I know."

"Goodness gracious."

"Exactly."

There're three more knocks.

"Qinnikins~?" She calls out and you snort, covering your mouth.

"Qinnikins?" You mouth and Sylus shoots you a dreadful look.

Another three knocks.

"I need you to get her away," Sylus murmurs. "She knows I haven't left the building yet because she's—"

"—crazy and a stalker—"

"—right, and I just need her to leave so I can sneak outside."

"Well, isn't this funny?" You say with an amused smile. "Mr. Qin trapped in his own company building by a tiny employee." You move to stand up. "What would your competitors think?"

"That I'm a kind and thoughtful man who doesn't want to hurt said tiny employee's feelings."

You huff a laugh. "Good man."

With a quick pat to his shoulder, you rise up and say, "Hey Emcee, come in."

One of the doors swing open to reveal a pretty woman in a dress that's certainly not HR approved.

"Oh, it's you," Emcee says, immediately disinterested. "I thought Sylus was here. I swear I heard his voice a minute ago."

"I was on call with him," you lie. "Put him on speaker because I was dealing with some paperwork." You gesture to the pile you had brought in. "He's gone out and won't be back until after lunch."

Emcee gives you a look. "And how would you know that?"

You're unbothered by it. "I'm kind of his secretary so it's my job to know."

Emcee bristles; that had hit a sore spot.

"Whatever," she grumbles. "You're not competition anyway so why would I be bothered?"

You wave her off as she slams the door and sigh deeply, bending down to look at Sylus.

"You owe me big time, Qinnikins," you say and Sylus smiles, grateful.

"Then how about I take you out for lunch?" He offers, crawling out of his hiding space to stand at his full height.

How he made that look elegant is beyond you but that doesn't matter because:

"Are you asking me out to lunch?" You aim for playful but your heart's beating a little too fast for you to concentrate.

"Are you saying yes?" Sylus asks and there's a sparkle in those crimson eyes of his.

You swallow deeply.

"...I want pasta," you say and Sylus smirks.

"Anything you want; it's on me."

tags~☆: @blessdunrest @thatweirdomidas

a/n: this will probably become a series, haha! it was fun to write and there's so much more to add. :)

[kateammann]

Happy Pride Month to all of my fellow aces!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[fairythearthog]

It is June! Which means it is time for Pride Month!

I present and old artwork of my Ace Dragon since I myself am ace! May you all stay safe and thrive.

[cat-called-ghosty]

I think a lot more people need to admit that they would get tricked by sirens.

Like I get that your Ace but then they start singing about the embrace of a true friend who accepts you as you are and doesn’t think your broken and your ass is over board swimming faster than a speed boat.

[annabelle--cane]

I think a lot of people spent their childhoods being very deliberately forced out of their comfort zones by parents / teachers / whomever in a way that was just deeply unpleasant and degrading and so, when they reach young adulthood and are finally allowed real control over their lives, become set on only doing things they know they're comfortable with forever. that's a really important thing to be able to do, especially if you're so used to having your boundaries routinely ignored that you aren't even certain what you like vs what you can bear, so I absolutely see why a person would have a negative reaction to being told that discomfort is good: it can very easily sound like being told that all that work they've been doing to prioritze their needs for the first time ever is Bad and Selfish, actually. and to that I will say two things:

one: as long as you aren't hurting or, like, being a dick to anyone, just staying in your comfort zone isn't an immoral action. if you just want to read one type of book (or just fanfiction), or just eat one type of food, or just watch one type of movie, or not go to new types of social events, you aren't being a bad person for that, and if people say that, they are soundly wrong and just trying to get a self-righteousness kick.

two: trying new things because you want to expand yourself feels a hell of a lot different than trying new things because you're being forced to. you'll feel better about trying new foods if you know you have a back up familiar one in case you can't stomach the new one, it's easier to read new books if you can experiment with audio versions or reading it in little five-page chunks by yourself, you can breathe a lot easier going somewhere new if you aren't chained there for three hours because your parent is your ride home, etc.

tl;dr: new things are good. I get why you might not want to try new things, and that's fine, but it's also more comfortable to try new things as an adult with your own agency so, yeah, what have you got to lose by trying a weird old art film?

[shubbabang]

[dark-wizard-guy-fieri]

context (via @mellorocket)

[chimthecappy]

doubly funny that I saw a compilation of all the corporate accounts like "aw thanks elmo, we're doing well" meanwhile all the flesh and blood real human people are extremely not okay

[artistefish]

Okay but Elmo had actually the best and sweetest response to all this trauma dumping:

And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:

And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗

(Comment compilation from this Twitter)

[aqueerkettleofish]

I kinda feel for the poor person running Elmo's Twitter.

"So, boss... I may have messed up."

"What did you do, Ray?"

"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"

"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."

"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."

"Oh."

"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."

"Get the others."

[shu-of-the-wind]

this is the energy that jim henson would be proud of.

[anna-neko]

and important addition

Source: instagram

[decapella]

Happy Children’s day 🧡 happy Juneleb (о´∀`о)🤲🍎

[leggywormy]

Rinse and repeat

[kittygoatgruff]

Absolutely cackling at this.

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[cicidd01]

Happy children day, Saeyoung and Saeran!!

[snoozer-crow]

getting drunk enough during the early stages of your relationship with sylus that you lose your inhibitions and the guilt that's always restraining you. you call him out of the blue, begging him to come over. he arrives in less than 30 minutes, and you're quickly wrapped up in his embrace and cuddled close, just like you'd been wanting. whenever you start to feel anxious guilt for pushing him into coming over, he easily dispels your worries and steals your attention away from your negative thoughts. you go to sleep that night enveloped in him, feeling safe and warm and incredibly happy you asked him to join you.