#AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM

[s1lly-gh02tz]

I uhhhhhhhhhh drew you something

It suppose to be your oc (I hope you like it, and don't mind things I added) It's not great, but I tired my best!!

OH MY GOD OH MU GOD OH MY GOD DUDE THIS IS SICK I LOVE THE LITTLE THINGS YOU ADDED ANSNDJWKNFNDNANCNFKS TYSMMM I LOVE IT SO MICH AJAJDNKSMSS

[sovksluv]

sleepy girl

𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x fem!Hypnos!reader

𖤐 . summary - hii!! how are you???? this is my first time doing a request, so i'm a little nervous :) could you please do a luke castellan x daughter of Hypnos!reader? with lots of fluff, please!! thank you <33

𖤐 . content includes - one of the Stoll brothers (idk who, yall can pick), sleepy reader, readers race not specified

𖤐 . word count - 545 (sorry it’s short :( )

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303

𖤐 . a/n - i just asked siri to pick a number 1-23 (AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM FOR 23 ASKS) and this is what she picked

the bright light peeking through windows and the bustling noise of Hermes cabin did nothing to help wake you up. the fact that you still slept so peacefully, despite all the ruckus, left Luke questioning if you were alive or not. you were, the soft rise and fall of your chest while you slept assured that.

Luke kneeled beside your bed, trying to figure the best way to wake you up. or any way to wake you up. it was almost two pm and here you were, sleeping without a single sigh or stir. “yo, Castellan! ya’girl dead or something?” a loud voice called from behind him. Luke scoffed, he could tell it was one of the Stolls, but ultimately chose to ignore him.

he watched as you softly snored, eyes fluttering. you were deep in a dream, a soft smile forming on your lips as it continued. the very subject of your dream was sitting in front of you, desperate to wake you, not wanting you to miss all three of your meals.

his calloused fingers delicately brushed your hair from your face. he cooed your name softly, continuing to lure you from your dreamstate. Luke left gentle kisses on both your forehead and your cheek, still coaxing you back to the present with his sweet words.

you sighed in your sleep, half awake. Luke smirked to himself, still running his fingers through your hair. “time to wake up, baby,” he whispered, “you’ve already missed two meals.” his calming chuckle sounded right into your ears.

your eyes fought to open – just a little, though. the bright sunlight burned, causing your eyes to slam shut, and your arm to fling over them, almost hitting Luke right in the face. he laughed as you whined, your whine morphing into a yawn half way through. “hi sweet girl, did ya’ sleep good?”

you muttered out a ‘mhm,’ hesitantly uncovering your eyes. when you finally allowed your eyes to adjust, you were met with the kind eyes of your sweet boyfriend. a precious smile engulfed your lips as you stared up at him. he mimicked your smile, fingers still softly brushing through your hair.

“hi, Lukey,” you mumbled, yawning once again, drowsily blinking up at Luke. “hi, baby, what time did you go to bed last night?” he questioned, you took a moment to think before answering him. “8:30,” you mumbled sweetly.

Luke laughed, you’d almost slept a full twenty-four hours, and you would have if it wasn’t for him. he helped you sit up, chuckling to himself at the sheet marks on your arms and your flushed cheeks. all signs of a good night's rest.

he stood up from his spot on the floor, holding out his hand to you to help you up. you gratefully took his hand, standing up and leaning into him. his strong arms wrapped around you, warming you up. it almost made you fall asleep right there.

before you did, though, Luke spoke. “come on, sleepy girl, let’s go get you something to eat, yeah?” he used his fingers to tilt your head up to look at him, waiting for your nod of agreement. you nodded, letting him help you put on your slippers and leading you out of the cabin.

© sovksluv 2024, please do not repost or translate my work!

[dykeslimecicle]

OMG TYTYTYTYYY falsettos has been on my list 4ever because i LOVE andrew rannells. also i have gotten 3 replies and all of yhem have said ride the cyclone. starting to think i should watch it or something

send me musical recs btw ive been wanting to watch one so BADLYYYY. ive seen/listened to wicked, heathers, 36 questions, tgwdlm, and waitress

i have also heard/watched mean girls and hamilton but i do not like them. except for when jonathan groff is on the screen in hamilton

[elysianwayy77]

AHHHHHHH SIS THE NEW THEMEE ATEE

WE BOTH CHANGED THE THEME TDYY twinning💃

AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM

Yayyyyy💃

[rain-is-studying]

AMORE OMG IM SO LATE BUT HIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY AND THAT YOU HAVE A GREAT YEAR SENDING SO MANY HUGS

AHHHHHH MEGS TYSMMMMM 🫂🫂 I MISS SEEINF YOU ON MY FEED!! HIWVE YOU BEEN?

[star-girl69]

IM NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ANON FOR THIS! J LOVE YOUR WRITING AND THE WAY YOU WRITE CLARISSE. ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED. CAN WE MAYBEEE GET MORE BRAINROTS OR HCS OMG IM SO DESPERATE AND INLOVE IM LOVE SICK AND WORK SONG MY HOZIER IS LITERALLY HER

Long story short love your work. Wondering if you could write more Clarisse brain rot or headcannons about a relationship with her?? Love youuu!!!!

AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM ILY AND YOURE SO SO SWEET 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

OK I HEAR YOU I WILL DEFINITELY TRY AND COOK UP SOME MORE BRAIN ROT AND HEADCANONS

[icycoolslushie]

red and pink <33

ahhhhhh tysmmmmm

[nowhereisnearmyhome]

i associate iasip, duran duran and it with you, basically everything i know about those three things is from you haha

ahhhhhh!!!!!!! i love it!!!!!!! tysmmmmm

[ashisdeterioratingfire]

YOU ARE A BLESSING HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHHH

WHO ARE YOU BUT TYSMMMMM AHHHHHH

[aninonimosstuff-blog]

HOLY SHI OMG????? HELLO???? WHAT?!?! WHY?? OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO EPIC

I HAVE NO WORDS

LIKE AAHHHHHHHHHHH

IM GOING TO USE THIS AS A WALLPAPER OMG OMG OMGGGGGG

THANK YOU SO MUCH?? YOU ARE SO GOOD AT DRAWING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM!!! 😭 😭 😭 😭

I made some fanart for @aninonimosstuff-blog of there turbo-time OC Fast

She was fun to draw

[tinyspinel]

AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM

Because I feel like doing something like this again

Self shippers! Reblog this with a picture of your f/o (romantic, platonic, familial, etc) and I will assign them a natural phenomenon (weather, seasons, space, etc) based off of vibes

Like for example

My boy Wrecker here, I see him as a thunder storm

So feel free to reblog this with your f/os!

Proship DNI

Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers @shibasparklez @wolfofthedead

[mynameistakenhavethisinstead]

AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM ALSO!! dw I’ll love any art any time you give it!! Consistency is overrated anyways :))) also!! You are so sweet too!!!!!!! I will try to take care of myself for you!!! We can both try it!! 💗💗💗💗 I wish all the best for you as well!!!! You cannot imagine how loud I squealed when I saw your post!! Tysm for making my day!!!!!!

Hello yes this isn’t a question!! I just wanted to say that your art is absolutely beautiful and I love it!! Literally you could draw a donkey eating a shoe and I’d be like this is the height of art I live for this!! Anyways I hope your day is nice!! Thank you so much for sharing your art!! I hope you don’t get any meanies and that you’re always showered in love and support!! I hope your day turns out the way you want it too!!!! Again I love your art tysm for sharing!! And ily2!!

YOU ARE TOO KIND OH MY GODDDD😭😭💗💗📈📉📈📉📈🌟💖💗💗 TYY YOU CAN'T SEE IT BUT I WAS CRYING HERE😭😭🤧🤧🥰☺️💕💗💖😭💚💝💘🧡🧡AND TYSM FOR THE FOLLOWING!!! Also sorry for not posting art more regularly and I often forgot to answer my question box😅💗💖 Anyway I hope you are taking good care of yourself and I wish for the best for you bc YOU'RE SUCH A SWEET PERSON 😭💝💝💘💖💗🌟🌟

[callsign-fangirl]

Ahhhhhh i love it tysmmmmm !!

Wild Heart

John Shelby x reader

Word count: 1126

Warnings: They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

This song requested by @peakyrogers. John's 16 in this, before the war.

1911

Their laughter echoed the halls, louder than the grunts and grumbling of the officers dragging them both to the cells.

"They're both fuckin' mad," one of the officers exclaimed as he yanked John's arm to keep him from kicking another officer. 

Two officers held your arms as you laughed and fought behind John and the three officers holding him. You both stunk of whiskey and were dazed, wild eyed and hyper.

"They say we're mad, John boy," you cackled, throwing your head back and almost headbutting an officer behind you. 

"Mad as hatters, doll," John yipped as he bucked backward from their grip and crashed into you, kissing you hard before they pulled you apart. 

"Separate cells," one of the officers yelled to the one unlocking a cell ahead. "We'll need separate cells or else she'll be knocked up by morning."

"You think bars'll stop that if we want it?" John laughed as they threw him in the drunk tank with two other men. He grabbed the bars and swung around as he made a wild call.

They opened the next cell over and pushed you in. You stumbled into the cell before you gathered your footing and rushed to the shared wall. John followed, cupping your face as you both kissed through the bars.

"Young lust, eh?" One of the officers laughed. 

And maybe it was, but neither of you cared. 

The night had started like any other. You both snuck out of your houses and met each other on the cobblestone in hushed giggles. John spun you until you squealed and kissed you to quiet you, laughing against your lips. He took your hand and you both ran down the road until you were to the canal. 

John's grin split his face as he pulled a full bottle of whiskey from a bush. 

"You plannin' on getting me drunk and takin' advantage of me, John Shelby?" You asked with a smile. 

"Who's to say you won't take advantage of me?" He scoffed. "Those eyes don't look so innocent."

"Guess we'll have to find out," you sang as you came close and kissed him before wrestling the bottle from his hand and skipping off.

And drunk you both were. 

You had finished off the bottle and got bored dancing through the empty streets, so John had decided to drag you to the local tavern to find his older brothers. 

"The kids got a visitor," an officer called an hour later as he opened the door for an older boy to walk through. 

John yipped. 

"Arthur!" He called as he stood up and opened his arms. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see your ugly mug."

"Now, brother, don't go insulting your savior," the boy warned with a finger. "You're lucky I answered the door without Pol waking up."

"Oh she most certainly woke up," an agitated voice called out.

"Bloody hell, John," the older boy chuckled. "You're in for it now."

"Shut up, Arthur, as if you're any better," the woman snapped as she tugged a sleepy child behind her and a teen girl rested in the doorway. "What in the hell did you do now, John Shelby? What did he do?"

"Fuckin' hell," John said as he rubbed his face. "Where's Tommy to make it a whole body family affair?"

"Gone in the night but not caught by the coppers," the woman quipped. "So what did he do?"

The woman glared at the policemen fiercely, waiting for an answer. One of the policemen finally stepped forward. 

"He and the girl were making mischief, mum," he said. "They were throwing bottles at people and the boy got in a fist fight."

"It's always some bloody girl," she growled as she scanned the room and locked eyes with you. "This the tarte?"

"Seeing as I'm the only girl behind bars, ma'am, I'd hope so," you giggled drunkenly.  "Otherwise our John has some explaining to do."

Your eyes floated to John, whose demeanor has completely changed. He was stiff-backed and his face had fallen. He shot you a glance, making a quick cutting motion with his hand. 

"So you've found a girl just as stupid as you," the woman said as she cocked her eyebrow. "No wonder you're behind bars tonight. What's your name, tarte?"

"Y/N, ma'am," you said quietly as your hands fidgeted with your dress. 

"I got her into this, Pol," John said as he stepped closer to the bars.

"Aunt Pol," the woman snapped. "You're still under my care and if you're going to grovel, do it properly."

"Aunt Polly," John corrected as his hands reached the bars and he pressed his face to them. "It's all my doing, really. I'm to blame. It's not fair to keep her here all night because of me."

"And who said you weren't staying in that cell tonight?" Polly eyed him. "I've a mind to let them keep you. What happened to your lip?"

"We both know you wouldn't drag everyone out of bed to show me off like a pony just to leave me here," John reasoned. "Especially with work in the morning."

"He split his lip fighting for me, ma'am," you said quietly as you stepped forward. "A man had grabbed me and he was defending my honor."

You reached the bars near the corner closest to John and he silently reached for your hand. You clasped his hand in baited breath as you waited for Polly to speak.

Polly looked between you both and then at your hands, held between bars. 

"I've barely enough to get your arse out," Polly sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"I've got it," Arthur spoke up. "I can cover her if you've got John. Was the plan to get him out without bothering you, anyway, until Ada woke you."

"So Ada's the rat," John said as he stuck his tongue out at the teen girl with her arms crossed by the door. "See if I keep quiet about that boy next time, dear sister."

Ada flushed and rolled her eyes as Polly and Arthur's eyes shot to the girl. 

"Bloody teenagers," Polly muttered before looking back to the policeman. "Fine then, let them out. I'll take them both. Bloody idiots."

1914

"Are you coming back?" You said, refusing to let go of John. "Please tell me you're coming back."

Your fingers gripped his uniform, wrinkling the fabric as he hugged you back tightly before pulling you away from his chest. His hand rested protectively over your swollen belly as the train whistled behind him. 

"I'd be crazy not to," he said with a soft smile. 

"They say we're mad, John," you whispered hoarsely as he kissed your forehead.

"Mad as hatters, doll."