Geekyness

SU and vld stans do not interact and/or follow. What you can expect to find here? A lot of opinions on fandoms, ships and tropes. anti depicting pedophile and incest ships as normal and healthy. This includes stepfamily dynamics and similar. Also includes teacher and student ships. Still not over gltas.

[metaorigin]

i hope madison reyes never needs to get her tooth gap fixed

it makes her cute and unique without having to do anything extra

it's like a a feature that's just hers

cant be replicated

and that's rare in a career field that's very image concious

if she were to get it fixed that's one less thing that makes her standout out from the others in the same field

like yes she's talented, with singing piano dancing acting

but there's so many others who can probably do that too

her tooth gap gives her this approachable vibe like yes she's amazing but she's still human and not 100% flawless and you get that from a quick glance

it's like a beauty mark in that it should probably be regarded as a blemish but because she already radiates godess energy it just makes her seem wholesome?

edit: i have been made aware i made some stereotyping statements in this post so i have untagged it

i have no idea if editing this here will affect the reblogs but im not deleting the post as the reblog thread made me learn some things

[halflingjakab]

[abysmblood]

I'm still working on the pirate AU piece i have, but in the meantime.... Happy pride month, butch Sylus anyone? And I'm gonna pair her with my goth baddie MC/sona Her hair is inspired by Silverwing Fiend

[xxmilkandsugarxx]

The cool thing about being an artist is I can draw literally whatever I want lol I just wanted to draw him looking absolutely needy .__.

Its been really fun wanting to draw again, thank you AO3 for your endless inspiration!!

[sup-its-cat]

WHY HAVE I SEEN NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW THE GRACE SCULPTURE LOOKS LIKE THE LITTLE DUDE FROM THIS MEME

THAT WAS LITERALLY MY FIRST THOUGHT UPON SEEING IT IN THE MOVIE

[notes-and-violets]

I had to xD

[guttedcut]

people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought

[snoozer-crow]

🐦‍⬛ Isn't this what you wished for? 👁️

< Intro | Chapter 1 Self aware Sylus x gn reader, hurt/comfort CW: vomit, derealization, general sickness wc: 1.7k

You slowly stir back into consciousness, a gooey exhaustion clinging to your entire body and weighing you down uncomfortably. A wave of motion sickness flows through you as you attempt to sit up, having to try multiple times in order to get your aching muscles to cooperate.

Your vision spins as you try to reorient yourself. Everything feels just slightly wrong, like a space you were once familiar with has been tampered with, all your belongings moved an inch out of place, causing your body's instinctual memory to falter and stumble over what once felt natural.

But, by far, the greatest discomfort comes from your heart. It aches, a deep, pulsing pain; and it thumps harder than it ever has in your life. Each beat jostles your whole body, and you slump over, your hands clasped over your chest as you tremble.

After a couple of deep breaths to hold the nausea at bay and attempt to calm yourself, you sit upright again, and your vision clears enough to be able to make out your surroundings.

You're in a large, intimidating room with gothic-style decor, dimly lit by flickering firelight that's dampened by walls painted completely black. Your aching body is gently cradled by silk sheets with the highest thread count you've ever felt. Something about this room tugs at the edges of your memory, but it slips away whenever you attempt to grasp at it. A canopy drapes above you, framing the view of a shadowy-looking city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and…

You startle as your somewhat delirious mind finally takes notice of the figure seated in front of you. There's a pitcher of water with two expensive-looking glasses set on a table behind him, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit. He's slumped over in a luxurious armchair, his head resting on his knuckles as he breathes deeply, fast asleep. That's- no way, this can't be right.

You check your hands — five fingers on both, no abnormalities. You're wearing your usual pajamas, and the details are all there, down to the smallest stain. This is too clear to be a dream. This hurts too much to be a dream. So what, a psychotic break? Are you going insane?

Intense pain blooms deep in your skull, and you cover your face, holding back a shuddering sob. Chills and shivers wrack your body, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from crying out and waking the stranger in front of you. The stranger, because there's no way that's who you think it is. He's not real. You must be going insane; it hurts so badly. You bite down on your palm to keep yourself quiet, tasting iron as your unease builds even further.

You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here. Dizzy and delirious, you climb out of bed, nearly collapsing to the floor just from trying to stay standing. You unsteadily stumble forward on legs shaking from the effort of holding up your own body weight, singularly focused on moving forward. You've never felt this weak before.

With a great amount of effort, you reach the door to the bedroom, and luckily, the door's hinges don't squeak as you push it open. You're relieved to have something to lean on, bracing your shoulder against the wall as you force yourself to keep moving forward.

You're unsure of your goal as you mindlessly limp down the hallway, peeking past the open doors in hopes of finding something, anything. No luck. Not even a promising-looking potential hiding place. Acid bubbles up in your throat, and you choke on a cough, just barely swallowing it back down. Your throat burns as the liquid retreats, but you know it likely won't be gone for long.

A bathroom. You need a bathroom. Shivering as another wave of chills rolls through you, you keep moving forward. There would have likely been one attached to the bedroom you woke up in, but you're not going to risk heading back in there, not when there's some sort of doppelganger at your bedside.

A wave of pain originating from your heart forces you to your knees, and you gasp, your vision blurring with tears. You struggle back up to your feet, and you think you catch a glimpse of red, beady eyes glowing in your direction from a vantage point up above. But when you try for a second glance, they're gone.

The nausea in the back of your throat is rapidly worsening, and it's looking like you won't get to a bathroom in time. You stumble into a random room, looking for a garbage can, but there's none in your limited field of vision. Acting on instinct, you crawl under a table in the corner like a defeated dog, curling up as you try to hold back the inevitable.

The ringing in your ears grows louder as tears drip down your nose, hand pressed to your mouth. You're too drained to flinch when you feel cool fingers brushing your neck as they carefully gather up your hair, holding it out of the way as another hand gently pries yours from your mouth, nearly engulfing it as a thumb rubs slow circles on the back.

"It's alright. Just let it out, sweetheart. I've got you."

You sob, a hiccup quickly followed by a cough, then a violent retch as your body expels a thick, viscous, black goo onto the ground in front of you. You don't even have enough time to be horrified before more quickly follows, this time mixed with the contents of your stomach.

It tastes awful, leaving a lingering burn in your throat and your mouth, and the taste of what you can only imagine as rotten flesh. You cough up a few more mouthfuls before slumping forward, easily caught by the large hands that have handled you so delicately.

Your vision is spotty as your body is pulled forward, retrieving you from your hiding spot with the utmost care. Your mouth is carefully wiped with a silk handkerchief before you feel the figure lifting you with incredible ease, guiding your chest to lean against his own as he stands up. He must be very tall, you muse, as you're quite far off the ground.

He walks slowly, one arm beneath your thighs and the other rubbing circles into your back to keep you steady and attempt to mitigate the effects of motion sickness. You appreciate his efforts to keep you comfortable. Your throat still burns; you think it got into your sinuses, too. You sob softly into his shoulder. You can't stop shaking.

You lose focus for a little while, almost dozing off, but you're brought back by the soothing sensation of a warm washcloth gently cleaning your face, wiping away your dried tears and the leftover black residue around your lips and nose. You're sitting on the edge of a cold bathtub, with the man's hand still pressed to your back to keep you from toppling over.

A plastic cup is tapped to your mouth, accompanied by a soft command.

"Swish."

You do as he says, opening up for the liquid and swishing it around in your mouth. Once you're done, he guides you to lean over and spit it out into the tub, bringing you back to wipe your lips again. How did he know your favorite mouthwash…? Lucky guess?

You're lifted again, and you lean into the man, burying your face in his chest for comfort. He smells nice; a small but very welcome distraction from your poor condition. You don't think you've ever felt closer to death than you do now. The deep, burning agony in your heart has begun to spread slowly through your veins, and your muscles now protest with a throbbing pain left from overexertion.

You're pulled from the grounding warmth of his chest yet again and delicately placed in the bed where you woke up, back in the embrace of its silken sheets, now soothingly cool against your feverish skin. You're propped up like a doll against slanted pillows, and the man sits in front of you, dipping the mattress. His hands press another cup to your lips, this one made of glass.

"Drink."

You doubt you could gather enough energy to raise your arms to grip his wrist, so you thoughtlessly comply, the water feeling heavenly against your irritated throat, clearing much of the remnants of black goop still clinging to the inside. You drain the whole glass in no time, and after he refills it, you drain another. You're about to ask for a third, but the man places the cup aside, opting to press the back of his hand to your forehead instead.

"You have an incredibly high fever…" He murmurs, concern laced in his tone. "We need to see how that water settles first, then I can give you some more."

You turn away from him, your gaze fixing instead on your hands. Your skin looks much greyer than it should. But you can't bring yourself to care as exhaustion begins to tug insistently at your mind, urging you to relinquish your feeble grip on consciousness. You almost do, but you're interrupted again by the man's voice.

"Do you remember who I am?"

You blink a few times, forcing your eyes to focus in order to make contact with the stranger's ruby-red ones. There's a hint of desperation and vulnerability in them that you hadn't spotted before.

"… Sylus?" you rasp, your throat feeling like it's filled with shards of broken glass. Though, the pain is worth it when you get to catch the surprised relief on the man's face. Maybe it is really him.

Instead of confirming or denying your assumption, he gently lifts one of your hands, leaning down and pressing his lips to your knuckles. There's a new tenderness when he speaks now, as if your existence itself is as fragile as glass and he's afraid to shatter reality.

"Rest. I'll be by your side until you wake."

Some part of you deep inside feels comforted by that, so you let go, falling into the cavernous abyss of sleep.

. . . . .

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[painfullypatientsecret]

Aftermath

[sabertoothwalrus]

aint it crazy how everyone is famous nowadays and yet I dont know who anyone is. there are countless people that will have more followers on instagram than the population of Sacramento and no one I know irl has ever heard of them

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[ladsimper]

Zayne x NonMc reader where Zayne’s back and neck are killing him after so many surgeries without rest. On one of Zayne’s rare day off’s, you have a stay at home date at his place, but you notice how he keeps stretching and cracking his back. When you ask him what’s wrong and he says it’s, ‘just a little back pain,’ you offer him to give him a massage.

Although a little hesitant at first, he eventually caves and accepts your offer. You get your lotion and essential oils and make him take off his shirt, laying on his stomach on his bed. As you straddle his lower back and begin to massage the knots out of his spine and neck, Zayne lets out sounds you didn’t even know he was capable of.

Meanwhile outside the door…

Caleb and Mc’s faces are filled with mortification as they cover their mouths with their hands.

“Harder…please…”

“Harder? Are you sure you can take it?”

“Yes, so just- hngh! Just like ah-that. Don’t stop.”

Caleb turns the door handle as he yanks the door open aggressively. “Alright, what the hell is going on in here?! Is Zayne getting-”

The both of you turn your heads at the same time.

“Geez, ever heard of knocking?” You tut as you continue to rub Zayne’s back.

“What are the two of you doing here?” His voice holds a bit of annoyance at the sudden intrusion.

“Uhhh…” Mc begins, “we were just-”

Zayne doesn’t let her finish. “It seems I not only need to change the passcode to my door, but get a ‘do not disturb’ sign to put on the handle as well. Since the both of you clearly don’t know what personal space means.” He scolds, but since you’re straddling his lower back, only you can see the way his ears have turned the same shade of pink as the macarons the two of you ate earlier after lunch.

You smile fondly as you massage a particular spot on his back, Zayne groaning as you continue to knead the knot out of his spine. “I think we’d appreciate it if you finish whatever business you came here for, if you came here for anything at all. We would like a little more privacy next time.

Caleb and Mc leave with their tails between their legs, both embarrassed and ashamed for assuming what wasn’t happening.

But hey, if you heard the way he was groaning and moaning, you would probably think the same too.

Lol I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, I just had to write it.😂

[depsidase]