#thanks ♥

[rollinsland]

💞

💞 @ your favorite blog.

These are some blogs I love seeing around every day

@sethrollinsfans @sickfxckmox @dailyroman @thesamoanqueen @jeysuso @jeyusos-girl @shanie-is-komania @elsteenerico @elementaldoughnut12 @rollins4eva @jazzy-tzw @sassymox @claymorexpunisher @k0rh0des @randywhoreton @codyzaynia @moxxieswitchblade @reignslynch @southerngirl41 @racerchix21

#text #ask #thanks ♥ #sorry for the pings 😂 #I'm sure I'm forgetting some but If I like your stuff or you like mine I see you and I love you ♥

[cuntycryptid]

1000 people following me being an internet whore 😳 how should i celebrate??

#thanks ♥ #celebrate with me?

[gloryride]

43 and 27 for Vanessa/Valentin.

Thanks for asking for them ♥♥ I love asking my partner about random questions like that xD especially at almost midnight xD [50 OTP THINGS]

27/ Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?

Both ♥ Vanessa and Valentin love to take long showers to relax at the day's end (and I'm not talking about a shower together, otherwise, they'd stay there even longer). Vanessa takes the opportunity to put on her cosmetics, and the shower time is extended when she washes her hair, it's quite a ritual. As for singing, Valentin hums, then sings some lyrics, while Vanessa sings loudly and even dances in the shower. There's nothing like having the music blasting and having a blast while she washes!

43/ Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Both ♥ Vanessa can shoot a pistol very well, and Valentin is an ace shotgunner. Between them, they could raid any booth. And don't expect Vanessa to let her French lover win (this is not Shepard with Garrus XD), she is very competitive and wants to win the prizes as much as he does. Often it ends up that the fairground people give them a big prize and tell them nicely to leave because they'll ruin them!

#oc ask #otp : born to be wild #about : vanessa vergara #valentin lacroix belongs to draerian #thanks ♥

[ladymisteria]

• Tag Game! •

I was tagged by @brendadaaedestler ^_^.

Relationship status: I'm a lone wolf.

Favorite color: Red, purple, Black and all the colors between them.

Song stuck in my head: My head is like a no-stop jukebox. Just pick up one.

Favorite food: Never ask this to an Italian: we could go on and on and on for centuries!

Last song I listened to: “Lothlorien” from the Lord of The Rings Musical.

Dream trip: France, England, and really love to go back to Poland.

Last thing I Googled: The list of the books published this month (I'm a bookworm, and fill my house of new books it's basically my goal life ^w^).

Tags: @cucciolo89 'cause I'm curious what my sister would respond ♥.

#tagged #thanks ♥

[ryutoro]

🩷🩵 <3

u get to pick who

#Thanks ♥

[spartanlocke]

tumblr users all of a sudden: oh yeah this website is SO good for art hehehe it’s waaayyyy better than twitter it’s so supportive of artists we love art so much here uwu art for the win!! ✨ 😘 💕 😋✨ artists who have spent the last 4+ years on their hands and knees begging people to reblog their art just to be ignored every single time because half this website acts like their nuts will be ripped off with the claw end of a hammer if they reblog a single drawing:

#jem blogs #i'm gonna get shit for this but i think it genuinely needs to be said #YES function-wise tumblr has definitely proven to be best for artists #but people suddenly acting like they support artists when they've been refusing to reblog our art for years - #despite knowing it's the only way for our art to get traction? #- that's some Bullshit™ #anyway thanks and love to all my mutuals who always make sure to reblog my art you've kept me going for so long ♥ #everyone else START REBLOGGING ART OR SIT DOWN

[ave661]

edit: it got flagged even tho i did mature content label

So here's cropped version with ghost badonkers 😔 full on my twt

#something special for 30K in twt #AND THANK YOU FOR 11K HERE!♥ #LOVE YOU ALL AAAA- #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x fem #cod #call of duty #661ave

[hugs-and-stabbies]

[ parts 4 & 5 ] Over a month later but we're finishing this!! just one more part left :]

[link to part 3]

#dead plate #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #rodincent #my art #my fav brush to draw with atm has changed so if things look a bit different on part 5 thats why lol #i have part 6 sketched out so i would just need to line it :) #but that's usually what takes me the LONGEST #so yeah aksdjfh #but my goal is to have it out in 2 days at most :] #anyways #thank you for sticking with my lil comic ♥

[ma1dita]

bedtime stories

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: bitch this was supposed to be a blurb. 2.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don't mind at all. You won’t admit a lot of things to Luke Castellan, but perhaps he knows something you don’t. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

warnings: none, banter and fluff on a night shift

a/n: Introducing luke castellan x trouble!reader… this is just gonna be ongoing blurbs and one shots of an idea in my head (and my latest hyperfixation) reader is essentially reformed unhinged bitch now camp mom and it’s enemies to friends to lovers. Working through reading the pjo series hehe

(posted 1/16/24, beta’ed by the lovely @ttulipwritezz @mrsaluado & @lixzey thank you bunches)

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Dragging your feet across the dirt of the forest floor, you sigh to yourself in the quiet night air. It’s gonna be another long night and with the beep on your digital watch, you blearily peer at the time and sigh. Almost 11. Swaying slightly, you whistle a familiar tune as your nimble hands straighten out the deck chairs near the firepit, pick up trash to toss into the receptacle, and turn off the lights in the dining hall. All on the way to check Cabin 7, mind you, and the Apollo kids will undoubtedly loop you into singing a song with them before you shut the lights off and close the curtains.

Gods, your dad is definitely gonna hear about this in the morning.

It’s not like Mr. D ever really cares, or listens, more focused on droning on about missing his wife and playing pinochle even when you rattle off his…your to-do list for the week to keep Camp Half-Blood running and the younger demigods in mostly one piece. Honestly, he should be grateful he has you, and even if he is, he’ll never let you hear it. At least you’re Chiron’s favorite.

A shadow passes your field of view, and before you can rub at your sleepy eyes, strong hands pin you to the side of a tree on the dirt path you were supposed to take across camp.

Sorry, let’s correct that—you’re one of Chiron’s favorites. The other all-star camper stares at you like you’re a three-headed dog under the beam of his flashlight.

“Just me, Castellan,” you grumble, a bit winded as you blink harshly at the bright light. “Still doing checks.”

“You’re losing your touch. You making a habit of going to bed late?” Luke smirks, and it’s actually annoying how he always looks like he knows something you don’t.

“You always pin campers to trees?”

“Just the pretty ones.” His smirk turns into a sly grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay loser, I’ve got cabins to check,” you drone as you push off from the tree. “6 cut into my time after staying there longer than I had to. The little ones kept asking these otherworldly philosophical questions and Annabeth just laughed at me while I tried to not pluck my eyelashes out one by one.”

Your clipboard taps lightly against your hip despite the aggression in your voice and Luke laughs much like his little sister, a burst of sunlight overflowing into the dreary and mundane. Your lips quirk upward before you can stop and remind yourself of who you’re talking to. The tall boy reaches behind him to scratch the nape of his neck and sighs, sucking at his teeth.

“You’re always doing the most, huh?”

“Who else is going to, my dad? He’s probably already out like a light.” Once, you found your dad asleep at his desk after dinner, snoring loudly instead of keeping watch. You started taking more night shifts after that.

“Well, no. You know I’m here to help you, even if you’ll never admit it.” Luke extends a hand to you so it’s easier to navigate the step back onto the dirt-trodden path, but there’s no fun in that, so you hop around him and start walking away. The sound of his footsteps fall and match yours as he follows you, both in tandem like the sound of a steady heartbeat.

“The day you catch me admitting anything about you is the day the Underworld freezes over. You should know that by now.”

“Woooooow, so I don’t get a thank you for singing the Apollo kids to sleep? You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I walked in and not you. They ended the song pretty quickly after I opened my mouth to croak out a chorus,” he says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and nudging your side as you both laugh.

He’s a terrible singer, to be honest. Not even the Fates would’ve expected that from someone who otherwise seems like a perfect boy. Sometimes you wonder what he’s done in a past life to have it so easy–to look like he’s been chiseled by Michelangelo, have the athletic prowess of ten Spartan soldiers, and the heart of a hero only legends could get right. He’s probably the closest thing to an actual hero here at camp. You often find yourself looking at him in hopes of finding a crack in the porcelain of his perfection, but any fault of his seems to just build up his endurance in his quest for glory.

Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t like him, his aspirations for something greater than the camp that’s kept you safe all these years, though the multiple complaints and headaches the both of you have given him as squabbling teenagers must’ve added onto that. Sometimes, though, the way he helps ease your load prods a funny feeling you do your best not to acknowledge in your stomach. Luke walks ahead shining the flashlight onto the dark path so you both don’t trip. It’s there now, at the sight of him offering an arm for you to latch onto to hop over fallen branches.

Mental note: tell the satyrs to move that in the morning.

As you hurdle over the brambles, you let go immediately after you steady your feet, moving his hand that’s holding the flashlight back towards the path with no other words. You are your father’s daughter after all, and he knows this—stubborn and your name have the same face.

Moving further towards your destination, the light reveals a teenage couple entangled within each other’s arms at the base of a tree out there for everyone to see in the moonlight.

“Jeez, guys, alright— pack it up, wrap it up! Could’ve at least found somewhere private… It’s curfew already, if I see you two again it’s a citation.”

The boy blushes and mumbles an apology to you, scurrying back to cabin 7, and you raise an eyebrow at a sheepish son of Hermes who swears they were all in their beds when he was singing to them.

“I don’t wanna go back to my cabin, all the boys are gross…” the girl whines, cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she flutters her eyelashes at you and Luke. You sigh. What has the world come to that young demigods are entrusted to the care of two people who barely consider themselves adults?

“Well, if you’re still in 11 with this one,” you simper, blatantly pointing at Luke, “I can’t blame you. He’s gross. Come by mine tomorrow and I’ll get you privacy curtains, okay? Trust me Yvonne, you don’t think boys are all that gross if you like kissing them.”

She nods, smiling charmingly at the two of you, before brushing past Luke and winking, “See you inside!”

Your head swivels to look at Luke with a coy expression, “There’s no way she’s not an Aphrodite.”

Luke huffs as he clicks his flashlight on and off. His hands are always fidgeting, always searching for something to do. He’s more like his dad than he thinks, carrying the quieter traits of quick fingers and more obvious ones like his constant search for amusement. Talking to you consistently satiates that itch.

“Aphrodite isn’t the only god that attracts attractive people, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell, because if she’s one of you, your cabin’s gonna be extra trouble,” your mouth curves into a smile, and he thinks he likes it more when you’re trying to be mean to him like this because the back and forth between you two is a comfort Luke cherishes. The words have lost their bite over the years, and there are no more cuts and bruises besides an occasional wounded ego, but it’s still entertaining, to say the least. He can’t imagine a day without hearing the teasing lilt of your voice, always easy to prod at and always wanting to have the last word.

“My dad is the god of thieves and messengers. We’re fast, smart, charming, and also good-looking. Do the math.”

“Also apparently the ones with the biggest egos, but okay.” There it is. He shoves you and you trip over your own feet falling fast.

“Hey! Jerk.”

“Definitely a daughter of Dionysus, crazy as always, and clumsy too.” Luke’s nose crinkles at the sight of your crumpled frame.

“Your hand is like the size of my face, what the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

A fleeting thought in the back of your mind reasons that maybe violence is the answer, but he’s still not finished making fun of you even after he helps you up.

“And vulgar! What a shocker.”

“Ugh. You better hope your dad stops populating because if there’s any more that come here and act like you? I’m quitting.”

Luke watches you gaze at the heavens, probably looking for a fuck to give and he snickers at how easily you give in nowadays. Maybe he’s the one losing his touch—usually you’d put up more of a fight to argue.

“You wouldn’t. You love this job. Camp. S’why you’re not as fun anymore, trouble.”

A noise of agreement leaves you as you glare at him and the stupid nickname back from when you used to wreak havoc just because you could, a direct juxtaposition to the honorary position you hold today. Finally following him up the front steps of Cabin 11, Luke opens the door and beckons you in, pushing at your hip with his knuckles.

Checking this place last has become a habit with Luke helping you out, and all the kids—Hermes’, minor gods’, and unclaimed, love it when you come to stop by before lights out. They especially loved the later bedtime, but hugs and cool stories from you were a close second.

“Everyone good and ready for bed in here? Sorry it took so long guys,” you say, visually scanning the perimeter and matching faces to bunks, seeing them all settled beneath their sheets, all except for one Luke Castellan. He’s still leaning against the doorframe, breath grazing your shoulder as he hands you a copy of his log from the other cabins he kindly relieved you from.

“What, no bedtime story this time?” He says through hooded eyes, and though he won’t admit it, he adores the sound of your voice. Luke does anything he can to get your attention to hear it more. It almost has a calming effect on him, and maybe it’s the fact that your dad can cause and cure madness, anxiety, and all alike, so something in him believes you do the same, powers or not. One look from him has you sputtering out snarky remarks; different strategies, same results—works every time.

“Castellan…” He grins at the look on your face, and tiny voices pop up from around the cabin, all asking for a bedtime story. Chris even starts a chant from his top bunk, making you want to hurl your clipboard at his head. Hypnos is calling your name at this point, and you’d do anything to crawl into your own safe haven in Cabin 12, but your heartstrings pull at the sight of the little ones pouting, hoping for you to tuck them in with a blanket of comforting words and stories of something more than what these walls meagerly provide. Camp Half-Blood only keeps them safe for so long, and not a lot of them make it out of here alive. You and Luke both know that being two of the oldest at camp, and his smug expression as he settles into his bed is confirmation that you’re about to give in.

“Fine. One quick story, and then everyone goes to sleep okay? Who wants to sit on the floor with me?”

You take your place sitting on the ground next to the foot of Luke’s bunk as he lays upside down on the twin-sized mattress, peering at you through one open eye as the younger children, mostly the unclaimed ones—drag their blankets and form a circle in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for you to start enchanting them with something to occupy their tired minds. Acting— that’s the gift your father had to give you; this time you decide to tell the story of Atalanta and the golden apples, how she ran from love and it still found her in the end, and how some stories can have good endings, despite what’s often found in Greek legend. Multiple tired eyes droop closed as you finish the story and carry the ones who’ve fallen into Hypnos’ embrace back into their bunks, tucking them in with kisses on their foreheads and it leaves you with a warm feeling that will help you brave the chill on your walk back.

Admittedly, this next part is your favorite part on nights like these. The overflowing cabin of rowdy pranksters and babbling children is as quiet as the secret you hold close to your heart, tiptoeing back towards Luke’s space and draping his blanket over his muscular frame, exhausted from another day of trying to achieve greatness. Your hand brushes a dark curl away from his forehead, fingertips ghosting his pale skin like a kiss you’d never have the guts to give. With everything you have in you, you summon thoughts of serenity and peace, hoping whatever keeps him up at night lets him rest for even a few hours. You don’t pray often, finding yourself spiting your father instead of honoring him on most days, but in the dim light of Cabin 11, you find yourself making time to do so for a pain in your ass called Luke Castellan.

Perhaps he knows something you don’t after all, the crease in his forehead relaxing as you pull your fingertips away.

“Sweet dreams, angelface.”

Mental note: Put his ass to work tomorrow for falling asleep halfway through the story.

It’ll only give him another excuse to ask you to tell it again a few nights later. You find yourself not minding that, a sliver of a smile pulling at your face as you walk towards the door and shut the lights off, a sleeping son of Hermes illuminated by the gentle shine of the moon.

You’d never admit that, though.

—

“you steady me and stir me

all at once.”

-Tanya Wright

ask to be added to luke/general taglist!

luke taglist (some won't let me tag, turn on my post notifs?): @kissingyourgrl @dorcas4meadowes @lorarri @andrewgarfldsgf @noodlesketchbook @10ava01 @poppysrin @ashisabitgay @timhalamet @liv1104 @leeknows-wife @mxtokko @bugcuti3 @luvvfromme @midmourn @2hiigh2cry @yuminako @niktwazny303 @lukecastellandefender @intergalactic-padawan @iliketopgun @annybah @dangelnleif @thegrinningghost @alyssajunelle @obxstiles @m00ng4z3r @visndcaitswhore @b0ok-lover @elegant-face-tree @this-barbie-is-having-breakdowns @amortencjja @idonevenknow1359 @maliaaaa @targaryenluvs @sakyira @dhdjdjjdhsjdiri @number-onekidqueen @nininehaaa @bradynoonswife @stevenknightmarc @hoodedhavok @happy-mushrooms @homebyeleven @anotherblackreader @too-deviant @liviessun @lilacspider @theadventuresofanartist @sucker4seresin @simpforsunwoo @zanzie @starrystormwritings

#luke castellan x dionysus!reader #luke castellan x reader #pjo imagine #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x reader fanfic #made by ma1dita ♥︎ #trouble!verse #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff #thank you for reading my love ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[kk1smet]

teeny tiny tiny drarry in this popular meme

#Draw Drarry Badly Challenge #Thank you for this wonderful DDBC!! #Scrolling through the tag is such a delight! #Could never resist not contributing #Drarry #kismet draws #Harry James Potter #Draco Malfoy #Also I got inspired by littlewinnow and drew with left hand too!! #♥︎

[shineemoon]

240401 TAEMIN • Big Planet Made 240403 ONEW • GRIFFIN Entertainment

#SHINee #ontae #onew #taemin #lee jinki #lee taemin #wishing you all the best on your new journeys 💕 #thank you jinki for coming back healthy ♥ #I'm so happy I can't sleep

[rollinsland]

🎵

🎵 Last song you listened to?

#text #ask #thanks ♥

[raepliica]

priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?🤨🕶🤏

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[Image Description: A warm-toned comic featuring Trigun98 characters. It opens with Vash shouting "YOWCH!!" as a half-eaten donut flies through the air, a bruise on Vash's tongue. Meryl, editing papers, is annoyed as he complains: "Ow! Ow! I bi'e my 'ongue..." "What's the rush?" Meryl asks, "They're all yours." Vash, still hurt, tries to explain: "They're jus' sooo good!" Meryl argues back, "Well, savour it then!" Wolfwood has been watching the scene unfold as Meryl continues, "Satisfying your sweet tooth doesn't come cheap, unfortunately." Wolfwood clicks his lighter open and closed, again and again. Without a word, he leans closer, his thumb on Vash's lips. "Wolfwood...?" Vash trails off. Then, Wolfwood opens Vash's mouth and knicks his thumb on one of Vash's canines in one fell swoop. "Wah? Huh??" Vash says as Wolfwood pulls his bleeding thumb away. He licks the blood off the wound then snickers at Vash. Meryl looks disgusted, Vash has lit up in an embarrassed explosion, and Milly remarks, curious: "Those are surprisingly sharp, Mr. Vash!" Question marks float around Vash, and his donuts lay discarded on the table. Each panel is signed by raepliica. End ID]

#trigun #trigun 1998 #trigun 98 #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #vashwood #raepliica_art #ww has a thing for vash's fangs (because i said so) #i just know ww has had some interesting thoughts about those fangs the moment he noticed them‼️🦅🦅💥🦅💥 #tbh i saw a wolf skull and went haha vash fangies (proceeded to black out for a week to draw this) #98ww is the most normal ww?🤔 WRONG‼️ he's a freak like the other ones! but kinda in a different way #ww flustering vash by being the weirder one>>>>>> #meryl's dwindling sanity as collateral damage<3 #if u squint real hard this is a polygun art #okay maybe it doesn't look like it at all... but it is to me #polycule casually hanging out and one of them HAS to be a freak in public ugh🙄🙄 #anyway im rambling ajsksh🏃🏃 #enjoy this full colour comic i did to practice while thinking i had lost the ability to colour:] (this is what only doing b&w will do to u) #described #thank you starberry-skies for the id!!♥︎

[gloryride]

19, 23, 26, 33 and 50 for cuties Vanessa and Valentin >:3

Thanks for asking about baby girl and french lover ♥♥

[50 OTP THINGS]

19/ Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Valentin calls her mostly "Princesse" in French, so he likes to use a few nicknames, especially in private, or to point something out; otherwise, he uses her first name.

Vanessa loves to give nicknames to people she likes, so to Valentin often in Spanish (cariño, corazon, mi hero …) and others in English. She rarely calls him by his first name because she always sees him smiling when she misspells the pronunciation. But it almost becomes a turn-on in the privacy ^^

23/ Who asks who out on the first date?

Valentin. They were already lovers, they spent more time doing the horizontal tango than talking, they were always horny with each other. Valentin once said he could cook very well and asked Vanessa to show him his real culinary talents, she asked him if it was a date, and he said yes.

So Vanessa came to his place for a dinner date, and she indeed found out that besides being handsome and sexy, he was also a good chef. He had prepared several excellent dishes, and to make her understand the nuances, he made her taste some of them blindfolded. Vanessa loved this evening, where they got to know each other better.

26/ Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

Valentin has a fairly strict diet, likes to cook, and can afford to pay for the right ingredients; he is less junk food, even if he does it from time to time (this boy needs a lot of calories). Vanessa has always loved Mexican home cooking, but she has always enjoyed eating street food with her friends, especially Jackie.

33/ Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Both ? Both is good They could play innocent with the "not guilty" one, but their entourage knows them well enough to know that this is entirely wrong, that they are undisciplined and always involved in trouble! And if they change to the "sin" one, everyone will agree. It would make a good t-shirt for them both, I think.

50/ Who is the hopeless romantic?

Tough question Neither of them is at first sight, Vanessa thinks it's cheesy and Valentin is more of a French lover than a romantic.

But in reality, they enjoy it, the attentions, the moments to be alone, Vanessa loves it when he brings her flowers, even if they are fake sometimes. They love the one-on-one meals, looking at each other and touching over and over.

But neither of them is hopeles romantic, they are romantic in their own way and in private.

#oc ask #otp : born to be wild #about : vanessa vergara #valentin lacroix #valentin belongs to draerian #thanks ♥

[feminetomboy]

Memories of summer.

(click below and you can see the sketch ^^)

.......yea.....This is.....This is what I drew down to match the idea in my head......

#opd #desconjuração #ordem paranormal #cesar cohen #myart #my art #feminetomboy #thank you to my buddies who provided the graffiti #you can't read any of them ♥ #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art

[toodrunktofindaurl]

My entire n/s/f/w imodna comic is now up for free! read here! ♥

#imodna #thank you to all my patrons for pledging #pledges allow me to keep creating entire comics like this #and i couldn't be more grateful ♥ #maryneart