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Born to play silena Beauregard not cause I think I’m this ethereal beauty but cause I would 100% betray that entire camp if Charlie bushnell asked
#like ok bb#anything for u#pjo#Percy Jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#silena beauregard#luke castellan#charlie bushnell
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hello hi i’m here to be annoying but since you just posted the f2 grid sorter i thought i’d, do you have an indycar one too by chance? Okay byeeee
hell yea! here :)
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i’m bout to lose my mind over a man
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instead of looking at loser bruce, look at my beautiful wife💞💞💞
#angelthots#justtalkpost#i love u diana pls get me pregnant#i will pop out as many kids as u want baby#anything for u#diana of themyscira#diana prince#wonder woman
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hey bestie!
for the prompt game: 1, 12, or 50 (I'm allergic to choices, sorry) 💚🥰👀
OH YOU ARE JUST THE ABSOLUTE BEST!
Here's #1: "There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close". Which turned into a SOULMATE AU also. Bonus treat.
Wordcount: approx. 800
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Title: "One. Two. Three."
Chay was on his way home from delivering a late meal to Porsche at Hum Bar when he heard a man’s voice shout: “Don’t let the little bastard get away!”
He jolted back onto his heels, obscuring himself in the shadows while his eyes automatically began a frantic search for the speaker. Were they talking about him? Were these some debt-collector’s goons meant to haul him back to HQ for a ‘conversation’ with their boss?
The answer was a definitive ‘no’, thank fuck. Whoever had shouted was most definitely not after the scrawny nineteen-year-old university student currently plastering his back against the brick mouth of the alleyway. Chay peered nervously around the corner to catch the action and found six men in patterned button-ups chasing down a younger, shorter man.
To his continued shock, Chay recognized their prey.
“P’Wik?!”
He didn’t know why his idol was being chased down a backstreet in a questionable area of town dressed from head to toe in black athleisure, and he didn’t need to know. What Chay did know (and firmly believed in) was that celebrities deserved to have their privacy respected. The herd of strangely dressed men probably worked as paparazzi or gossip columnists and had stalked Wik down for an interview about his latest single. The rudeness of it all had Chay’s blood boiling in the space between seconds.
Chay had two seconds to hype himself up before Wik darted past his hiding place. He reached out and snagged his idol by the arm, yanking Wik into the alley. He spun them so the singer’s back met the wall and released his arm, only to cover his mouth immediately. “I’m so sorry, P’Wik, but please be quiet!”
Wik’s beautiful brown eyes, which had initially flared with panic and anger at being grabbed quite literally off the street, softened by a noticeable degree. He nodded slowly and lifted one hand from his side to remove Chay’s fingers where they’d curled over his mouth. Chay flushed hot enough to sting and stepped back, nearly braining himself on the opposite wall.
Right. With two people filling the tiny space there wasn’t much, well… Space.
They didn’t have time to contemplate the awkwardness of their situation or Chay’s idiocy because Wik’s pursuers thundered past in a herd. The two young men tensed in unison and Chay instinctively leaned forward, slipping into a casual lean against the wall. He angled his shoulders and hips to keep the singer hidden, lip caught anxiously between his teeth.
“I didn’t think it would happen like this.”
Despite the men still shouting and clamoring in the near distance and despite their uncomfortable proximity, Chay’s entire focus narrowed in on his idol’s voice. He knew those words. He knew them well.
“Did you– I, uhm–” He spluttered, words so soft they were mostly garbled nonsense. “Are you my soulmate?!”
Wik tugged up the sleeve of his dri-fit running shirt and flashed the words: I’m so sorry, P’Wik, but please be quiet!
Chay giggled wetly and slid his hoodie out of the way: I didn’t think it would happen like this.
“So you’re a fan?” Wik murmured, lips hovering between a smile and a grimace. Chay didn’t know people could make that kind of face, but here he stood. The sole witness to a miracle.
Chay blinked. “No?”
“Will you run away screaming if I say superfan?”
“Will you run away screaming if I tell you those guys weren’t paparazzi?”
“Well then, angel, I suppose it’s nice to meet you. I’m your soulmate, and my real name is Kim.”
“Kim.” It tasted spicy and warm on Chay’s tongue. He couldn’t be more thrilled. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Porchay. My friends call me Chay.”
“What should your soulmate call you?”
“I liked angel,” Chay grinned. This had to be a dream, so he might as well shoot his shot. “Angel was nice.”
“Alright, then,” Kim wrapped an arm around his waist and jerked his chin in the direction of the opposite alley entrance. “Ready to run?”
“Promise I don’t have to wake up when this part is over?”
“Fuck, you’re cute. I don’t deserve this.” Kim laughed outright, the not-paparazzi now apparently forgotten. The pure, joyful sound of it speared Chay through the chest and pinned him against the rough brick. His soulmate and idol were one in the same… And he was happy with Chay?! Kim’s voice brought him back to reality, “We’re going to sprint on three, alright? When we get out the other side, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand. Okay?”
“Never, P’Kim.”
“Perfect. Ready?”
Chay nodded.
“One.” Kim reached down and tangled their fingers together with intentional slowness.
“Two,” Chay breathed, squeezing gently and feeling Kim squeeze back.
“Three.”
#kimchay ficlet#kimchay prompts#prompt fill#anything for u#clown car prompt fill#my darling yee haw son back at it again with the good prompts#kimchay soulmates#soulmate kimchay#soulmate au
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thinking abt this picture
like woo! sport! :)
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this is me looking at you monty
grips your pant leg on my knees sniffling…all might sugar fic…please…hic sniff…
lamb oksjsksjdkdjdks PLEASE I can feel u staring at me with ur big wet eyes. there there… I PROMMY I’ll give you the all might sugar fic 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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pls do the minion theme
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OKAY I WILL <3333
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#the owl has always been my fave#i love how the wings sit against his neck#must’ve hurt so bad >.<#maybe ill tattoo my neck next…#tony perry#tony perry ptv#tony perry my love#anything for u#ptv#pierce the veil#emo#emo music#emo bands#post hardcore
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hello moon! i will read any of ur fics even the saddest one (despite i don’t like feeling sad) bc i know ur a good person and u won’t leave ur characters or readers with a broken heart ♥️
i can always guarantee a happy ending (unless i can't) 🫡 im Honored to be trusted with a little bit of angst thank u very much alya !
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HAPPY DUNMESHI THUR- *gunshoits*
#Idk anything abt feathers as u can tell#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#falin touden#marcille donato#laois touden#senshi#farcille#should i even tag the others? lmao#My art
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to moving forward
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk art#yuji itadori#gojo satoru#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#itadori yuuji#megumi fushiguro#jjk spoilers#satoru gojo#jjk manga spoilers#hina.comic#before any1 says anything i KNOw his birthday is in december ik ik ik this is just 2 show some post-battle bonding after the trauma#its winter in canon n megumi's birthday has passed and he spent it being piloted like a mech so they need to celebrate Now!!#also this was technically a request lmao anon wanted megumi birthday angst hehehehhe i hope u like it <3 bc it KILLED ME DEAD#im going to collapse remember when i said this wasnt harder than the hydrangeas im having second thoughts#page 8 made me want to bash my head in#could have stuck with one flashback image could have left them monochrome could have done literally anything 2 ease the workload#but noooo the chronic overachiever in me would not allow it#rule of threes i had to include all of them and they Had to be in colour it wouldn't have hit the same if i had kept it monochrome#i needed it to look how childhood memories look i needed it to look oversaturated and hazy and fond but unmistakably Gone#it may have killed me but im so proud of this rn like from an art style perspective these megumis and yuujis r top tier by my standards#personal favourites r the first and last panel of crying megumi like not 2 pat myself on th back but expression?????? hello??????#enjoy your cake megumi you've earned it <333 sorry fr hurting ur feelings it will happen again#oh my god i can sleep tonight bless <333 and i met my 3 day deadline NICE im so good at what i do
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just learned that a mutual of mine is pro israel (they’re now blocked) so i wanted to take the time to say that if you believe what’s happening in palestine is not a genocide than you are not welcome here. unfollow me block me whatever i don’t want you interacting with me at all
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nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.
he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.
("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."
"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."
someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."
"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."
"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")
eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"
her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.
"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."
disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"
"well, actually..."
he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.
of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.
#i.e. this is what i fantasize abt while working luxury retail#and of course reader is his gf likeeeeeeeeeeee#i could write about him forever#also hes not one of those men who doesnt know ANYTHING abt what u like#he knows what scents u like what textures u like your skin type your hair routine EVERYTHIGN#nanami x reader#kento x reader#jjk x reader#anime x reader#nanami x you#kento x you#jjk x you#anime x you#nanami au#kento au#jjk au
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hey let's have this conversation again since the like/reblog ratio is getting SOOOO much worse. if you like content, reblog it. the people who follow you cannot see when you've liked a post, unless your likes are visible and they are routinely going through them, which i assure you they are not. by reblogging content, you are making it visible to other accounts. fanart, gifs, edits, etc. may be fun to make but they are very time consuming and it is much appreciated that if you enjoy them, you take the brief moment to reblog them to show that appreciation - and it helps. as fun as they may be, it is often kind of discouraging for posts to not do well because for every one person that reblogged it, five left a like and kept it pushing
#i PROMISE u that nobody is like ohhh this blog is so cool and empty they never reblog anything#back in the day it was very common for a post to have a 50/50 ratio#as time goes on this becomes less and less#i see anywhere from 1:3 to 1:5... and dont get me started on gfx
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