#ngl i really dont know what to draw with this prompt

[greywitchproject]

Day 2: Canon Divergence

Oh... Effie..

[the-s1lly-corner]

Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it

[himbos-hotline]

For the fic writer ask game, 23, 32, and 67 ❤️

32.) Best writing advice for other writers?

I have already answered this on a post so I'm just gonna copy and paste this answer into here! so if it reads the same. Thats why. HAVE FUN! thats the most important thing! You should at least enjoy writing and it should have a possitve effect on you. It should be fun. theres also some tips somewhere on my blog. I have a tag or at least HAD a tag that should be 'mouses writing advice' theres a whole buncha tags there

32.) Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Oh god, just three?! Oh no! off the top of my head and in no real pticular order! and just cuz I dont mention someone doesnt mean theyre not a favourite. I love so many fanfic writers!

Okay so DojaDoja on ao3! their hangman and kenny fics are literally the ones I reread the most. Their series 'Cinderella Story Never Happens to Whores' literally I read it in a day and I want to bite through a chuck of drywall. EVERYTIME I READ IT! if anyone knows like who this person is, I would like to be their friend! and if they happen to follow me first, OH my god hello! second why?!?!?!

WeMadeMosters on ao3. They are like,,,,so fuckin talented. I am so in LOVE with their writing style and how their emotions seem to be thrown into writing! They write such glorious lines and it is kinda a reason why I keep writing because theri fic alters my brain chemestry! their hangmatt fic is what made me ship it ngl! If youre looking for adam squared fics to read I cannot suggest love monster enough! Again if youre on tumblr, please dont be scared to follow and DM or shoot us an ask, I will actually have so many freak outs about it cuz you are literally the reason why im writing

@wrestlezaynia your fanfics draw such real emotions out of people that it HURTS sometimes but theyre so addicting that you literally cant stop. You are one of the many reasons why I ship zowens and want it injected right into my veins

67.) Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Promtps! I love writing prompts. I love people sending me prompts in. Because it shows what people like and enjoy and brings me joy to see people actually liking my writing enough to go "hey can you write this?" or "I trust you with this prompt, with this ship. I love you." I get really happy whenever people request stuff with Jay and her boyfriends and girlfriend or withh her brothers or with the BCC or hell anything really. Because people like the little gremlin as much as I do!

ask game // list of wips

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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[littlespaceporgs]

Ethereal

A/N: *cough* Welcome to my first smut piece, its pretty much all porn so enjoy! This is purely self-indulgent and I loved writing it. This is part i of my 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION! Which I shall give more info on soonish!

Prompt: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

Ethereal

Word Count: 2.2k Pairing: Kit Fisto x Reader Warnings: It’s pure smut ngl, mentions of a master kink (only like once dont get too excited) Summary: He went missing a week ago, and despite your jedi teachings, you worry after him. This is when he finally comes back to you.

Tags <3: @highlycommendable​ @catsnkooks​ @littlevodika​ @valkyrieofthehighfae​ @anakin-danvers​ @captainrexstan​ @clonewarslover55​ @mcu-padawan​

He knew you would’ve worried after him when he couldn’t check in. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to stop his ship from coming under attack, cutting off all communications. It was now an occupational hazard of being a Jedi at this point. It had been a long week for the both of you, judging by the looks of things.

The datapad on the table was glowing blue, shining on what he could see of your face. He could see your eyes that were gently shut and the small crinkle in your nose. Your cheek was smushed against your arm as you slept on the table, the other had once been holding the datapad upright. This was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Everything melted away for this, this peaceful quiet and calm. A strong contrast to what he had endured to be here.

He hadn’t wanted to wake you up, sleep never came easily for any of you nowadays. But you could not have been comfortable, and a selfish part of him really really wanted to look into your eyes before he left. He couldn’t describe why, but he just needed to. So he reached out, tentatively and gently, and pressed a hand on your elbow.

You hadn’t remembered falling asleep. But when you woke up, a gentle hand pressing you awake, you were quick to come to alertness. He’s here. Your eyes followed the fingers to a wrist, and then up to his shoulder, and then to his face. He was kneeling next your chair, his face at your eye level. He’s here. As you lifted your head from the table, your heart stuttered for a second when he gave you his smile. He said something, though you didn’t hear it. You just took in every crevice of his face like it’d been an eternity since you’d seen it last. His thumb was smoothing out small circles on your elbow is what brought you back.

“Hey I-” You couldn’t wait for him to finish. You launched at his neck, and you knocked him from his crouch so he was sitting on the floor. You straddled the Nautolan, burying your face in his neck and holding him tight. His long arm wrapped around your waist and gripped you just as tight. He smelt like blaster residue, but under that you could smell what was uniquely Kit.

“Force, Kit! Where the fuck have you been?” His heartbeat was thundering from where you rested your head. He pulled away to move the hair from your eyes, expression soft, eyes relaxed and his mouth quirked slightly. He was just stroking your face when he replied.

“Hi to you too, my love. I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You let out a sarcastic laugh and hit his arm.

“You deserve it, you scared me!” He sighed and frowned in a very unlike-Kit fashion.

“I know, and I am sorry that I-” you rolled your eyes again and clutched the front of his robes. You held him closer pressing your foreheads together, your eyes sliding shut.

“Please just shut up and kiss me.” The force around him flickered with elation, and he didn’t hesitate to fulfill your request. His hands dropped to your hips and squeezed, holding you in place, as your hands made their way to his face and jaw. There was very little space between the two of you now, your chests warm and in sync, steadily breathing. He nipped at your bottom lip and kissed you impossibly deeper, your tongues locking together feverently, desperate for each-other.

You suddenly became aware of how warm your abdomen was becoming, yearning for more, almost aching. His hands had worked their way in front of you and were gently slipping up against your stomach. When he started rubbing circles with his cold fingertips, you gasped against his mouth, where you felt him grin again. You gasped against his mouth, where you felt him grin again.

You pulled away, and moved down his jaw and kissed down towards the collar of his tunic, he let out a low groan as you pressed against his pulse point and the gentle swirls changed to a strong grip on your back. Against your thigh, he was growing harder, and you could feel the warmth radiating from the area.

You stopped your trail and moved to look him in the face. With a dazed and yet confident expression that you likely mirrored, he stopped gripping you and shifted his grip to the hem of your sleep shirt. As you both sat there panting, gazing at each other, your hands moved to his collar, down to the tops of his robes. It was almost silent permission.

“Are you sure yo-” you answered with a hard kiss against his lips, before pulling away and nodding.

“And you?” He beamed at you and nodded, pressing several light kisses against your neck, which caused you to giggle. He laughed and kissed you again, still smiling against your lips.

With one slight push his outer robes fell off his shoulders, his belt was gently placed to the side, lest you accidentally trigger a lightsaber (of another kind).

He pulled away again to tug off your own shirt as you made quick work of his under-tunic. When you went to kiss again, he gently pressed a hand against your mouth. Confusion churned in you as you tilted your head.

“If we’re doing this, its not going to be on the floor of where we eat.” You laughed as you pushed yourself off him and stood, pulling him with you.

For a second, he looked almost ethereal. The glow from the moon and stars illuminated his cheeks, and his eyes appeared to have stars of their own. He bent down to you and kissed you slower this time, walking you backwards to your room.

“Ow! Fuck, Kit, that was a wall!” As the back of your head burned, he pulled back by a hairs breadth and let out another laugh, but instead of making you walk blindly again, he stepped ahead tugging you into your room.

Once you were safely out of range of any walls, he grabbed your hip with one hand to pull you for a bruising kiss, while the other was palming one of your breasts.

Smiling against you, he backed you onto the bed, where you fell back. Pushing yourself up by your elbows, you could see him kneel down in front you, and he gently held your ankle in one hand. Starting there, he worked feather-light kisses up your leg. You shivered as he reached your inner thigh, clenching in anticipation, eyes shut.

When his touch disappeared, you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with pure adoration written all over his face.

“Kit?” He snapped out of it with a blink, and smirked.

“Sorry, I was just enjoying the view.”

“You happen to be quite the view you-” you cut yourself off with a moan and he pressed his mouth against your clit, licking at the small nerves. Instinctually you arched your back, and he used one hand to hold you in place and stop you from writhing, and the other one slides away from your leg as he inserts two fingers into you.

You moaning his name encouraged him more, and he grins against you at the way he makes you move. Curling against him, pulling and twisting the sheets in your hands. He felt one of your hands fly to the back of his head when he moved with you. You were gentle, knowing how sensitive his tentacles were, and Kit shivered in pleasure when you brushed past a certain area. He couldn’t help but groan from where he was when you gently squeezed.

He curled his fingers tighter inside you, and when he pressed his tongue against your clit again, you unravelled on him. Shaking all over, heat in your core letting go, as you panted with the release. He pulled back to climb on top of you, and kissed you almost desperately.

Reaching down between you, you palmed at the outline of the bulge in his pants, which rewarded you with a moan. This time it was you who pulled away, grinning all the while.

He pushed off you to stand and strip off his trousers and boots, as your eyes traced the curves of his chest down to his abdomen. You stood from your spot on the bed, and stopped when your were chest to chest. You ran your fingers down his chest and his breathing hitched when you ran slightly lower than his hips.

“Go and lie down.” His eyes widened at you, but did so, leaning so he was propped up against the headboard. They widened even more when your nude body straddled his lower legs, and one of your hands brushed against his cock. The tip of your finger swirled around the head and pushed the pre-cum around. You stopped your movements to see his full body, as he looked at you questioningly.

“What are you doing?” You smirked and begun to move your hand slowly, which caused him to push into your hand as you did so.

“Oh you know, just taking in the view.” He let out a breathless laugh, followed by a quiet gasp as you kissed the side of his cock. He reached out and grasped your hair, holding it tight as you slipped the head of his length into your mouth and ran your tongue down the side.

He cursed and bucked into you as you placed gentle kisses up the length, feeling the heat in your core return.

Your strokes became languid and slow as he moaned out your name and half-glared at you, though it was mostly hidden by the obvious lust. When you looked up, you could see the pleasure written all over his face as he smirked and grabbed your hands to pull you to him.

You follow his lead, straddling him as he stole the air from your lungs again, still not taking his hands from your hair. His body temperature was just as hot as your own as your breaths mixed together in front of you.

“Enough of the teasing, please?” You grinned as he shook one hand out of your hair and instead used it to guide your hips towards him.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Master Fisto.” He groaned as you sunk onto him, your nails tightening on his shoulders, leaving small indentations.

He starts with slow pushes, lazily slipping in and out of you, and sucked on your breast, twisting his tongue around the nipple as you placed kisses down his neck, sucking harder in certain areas to elicit a moan.

“I thought we agreed no more teasing?” You questioned, whining against him when he pushed into you even slower than before. He laughed as he pulled himself away from you, and instead placed both of his hands on your hips, leaving small bruises from how tight he held you.

“Of course,” he says with a grin, and sets a new pace that could make you scream with pleasure.

He was hitting that exact spot, sending rolling waves through your stomach and your clit seemed to swell with the new stimulation. Against his neck, you bite instead of the gentle kisses, and he moaned out your name, and beneath your hands, you could feel his heartbeats racing and how warm his skin became.

He knew that he was quickly becoming undone underneath your hands, so he reached with this thumb and ran small, tight circles over your sensitive clit, and moaned in return when you unlatched from his neck and mewled.

He trailed a short amount of kisses down your neck as you came undone around him again, and called his name desperately as your thighs shook and everything loosened and felt cold and hot all at once. Hearing you call for him in such a way sent Kit over the edge, feeling the heat of your core and the tensing of you around him and your soft hands as they gently clutched at his tentacles.

You peeled your head off his chest, and slumped by his side on the bed, both of your chests heaving as you caught your breath. He twisted on his side to just look at you, taking in the flushed skin and messy hair, and the forming marks that he had caused.

You moved so that your head was back on his chest, as you listened to his hearts and watched the Coruscant sky out the window. With a voice just above a whisper, you mumbled into his chest.

“I really did miss you, you know. I was worried.” He snorted airily, full of affection and adoration for you.

“I can see that,” and you couldn’t but laugh at the Nautolan. You sat up, looking him in the face, as he still stared at you with that soft expression.

“I mean it though, Kit. I love you.” He grinned widely before mocking thought.

“I’m fairly certain that that is very against the code-”

“Oh shut up, Fisto, you-”

“I love you too.”

[notnctu]

Johnny has a new tattoo and I’m over the moon with this news 😱 🤩 can I request a reaction with the members of 127 + ten finding out their s/o has a bunch of tattoos?

omg im on a social media cleanse (excluding tumblr) atm so im completely out of the loop for updates DID HE POST IT BC I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD !?!WHAT IS IT DO U KNOW if anyone finds it on tumblr can they like... tag me LOOLOL

i hope i was able to do this request some justice as i dont have any tattoos myself but i really want some! & this prompt came conveniently after i just finished writing a tattoo scene for one of the ridin’ club :)

you can read it under the cut!

-author doie ❀

━ taeil:

“you are covered with intricate details in the most astonishing way.”

he radiates cool uncle vibes ngl so if he had a s/o with a bunch of tatts, he’d find them so so cool. like more of an admiration for your tiny details and he’s also the type to remember every special meaning/or if you don’t have one. he also won’t hesitate to always plant a kiss on his favorites. like he’d push your hair away that hid the one behind your ear, and graze his lips softly against the drawing.

━ taeyong:

“this one’s for you.”

cmon tae has a few of his own and so if he finds out that you also share the same love for tattoos, he’d be excited! such a sentimental, he’d definitely find a way to mark you on his own body. not anything too specific, but something special you both share that can be translated through an image. and bc you love him as much as he loves you, he’d be very honored if you were to get a tattoo designed by him!

━ johnny:

“it means everything important to me.”

as much as i would like johnny to pull up with a whole sleeve, i can kinda tell that he’s someone who likes tattoos that hold a lot of value to him? god the peak of his interest when he finds out you’re tatted up would sky rocket so hard. yknow why? bc he finds you utterly beautiful. every tattoo is special to you, and to see that importance represented on your body has him falling even harder for you.

━ yuta:

“be my first.”

yuta finds you bad ass af, like you’re already a bad ass to him but the tattoos are just the icing on the cake. seeing you with so many cool designs, he’d probably want to get one of his own and would ask you to choose his first one. not only because you clearly have an eye for such amazing pieces, but he wants his first to be memorable.

━ doyoung:

“i love all of them because they make up you.”

doyoung is tough to gauge, but overall he’d be in awe when he first notices your tatts. like he’d take your hand, lift up your sleeves without saying much and then whispering a small “wow”. and while he isn’t entirely expressive on the topic, its obvious, through his subtly praises and tiny kisses, that he loves the way every single piece of art come together to make a masterpiece that is you.

━ ten:

“match with me.”

this man got a whole tiddy tattoo ok he’s just as committed as you so if he sees that you’re covered in them, he won’t hesitate to talk up a storm about getting matching ones. especially, if you two have the same spot without one already there. ok ok lets not be too cheesy, he wont make it anything too grand to where you two both have a moon on your chest, but definitely something that pairs together. like a 1/2 fraction so together you two make a whole.

━ jaehyun:

“tell me about them.”

he waits to hear about your tattoo stories like theyre his favorite bedtime story. he’s intrigued, because every piece of art has a background story as to why it came to be. so if you have a bunch, he’d love to know all about each one. if anything, he’s more in love with your passion/excitement over your own tattoos, than he is about you having them.

━ jungwoo:

“this is my favorite one to trace.”

he love them. that’s all. hahah anyways, this soft baby loves loves that you’re tatted up not only bc you look super hot with them, but bc he loves tracing your lines! during cuddles, his fingers would dance across the ink lightly at an attempt to leave soothing touches, but also wishing to recreate your beautiful drawings with his fingertips. and he doesn’t miss a single fine detail that dot your skin.

━ mark:

“it’s like art on art.”

his reaction would be kind of childlike? Like very amazed and constant exclamations of praise! more of like a marveling the work of the artist and honestly finds your tattoos super cool and fun, but also appreciative of how unique they each are. he already thinks that you’re a piece of art alone, so he always says that it’s art within an art piece.

━ haechan:

“one of my favorite y/n things.”

he lwk the type to tell you to show them off? more like a strong advocate for your art to be on display, because he thinks they’re wonderful and obviously have become a part of you. and he’s never one to want any part of you to be hidden, he wants your creativity to be expressed. which also goes into how it’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

[unfortunategoatthing]

prompt: Biting

oof, im not really into writing yandere girls, but she did turn pseudo-yandere for a moment there and im not yet sure if i like it yet ngl

Vampire!OC x reader

warnings: dubcon, noncon, blood, biting, etc

It was a cold autumn night, quiet, windless, and the eerie crows of the neighborhood ravens keeping you up. You just wanted to sleep, to curl into your heavy, silken sheets and forget about the world for a short moment. It has been so long since you've had a good nights rest.

This place scares you, and you are not going to lie about that. It scares you, and it's cold and dark and smells like the winecellars back home, all dank and rusted metals and rotting woods. This mansion is old, empty, forgotten memories hanging around every corner and ready to scare you with its horrible truths and non-lies it carries.

You can hear her breathing, she is hungry and you don't know why she hasn't replenished herself yet. She has yet to hurt you, to touch you in any way that holds a threat to your safety, to to pose any inclination of evil thoughts that might have been bred into her all of those years ago. She rasps something, incoherent from down the hall from where your closed door is connected to.

You not sure what scares you the most, this place or Lilian.

Curling further into your blanket, you bring the hem up to your chin, the chill only making things unnecessarily worse to you. Your nightdress feels thinner than ever before despite the thick wool that it's made from.

Eventually, she makes her way to your door. Lilian has a knack for her slow, dangerous stride, and you are sure that in her blinded hunger her prode has been tossed in turn for a stalking way of walking, the kind of walking that you always imagined all vampires or creatues of the undead walked like, shoulds raised and a hunchback, bent knees face curled into a deathly snarl that bared their long teeth and blacken mouth.

Your door creaks as it is pushed open, and you push yourself further under your blankets, unsure of what will happen next. You are scared, and you know it's because of Lilian.

"Y/n, y/n, I- I need you, I need you, darling," you feel her crawl on the bed, a lean hand snaking its way to find your ankle. You let out a heavy gasp, "Please, dont be scared, dont be afraid of me. I need to do this, I can't wait any more, darling."

You whimper, reluctantly sitting up and letting the blankets fall, the chill of the room causing your exposed skin to succumb to goosebumps. "Lilian..." You say softly, watching intently as she moves her way closer to you, to stradle you with her cold, pale fingertips trailing up your arms just until they reach where your nightgowns sleeves begin.

"Y/n," she repeats, silver eyes staring into yours, her long black hair draping over her shoulders and onto your lap, and her own silken nightgown almost gleaming in the dark, "I need to feed- I need to feed and there's no one else here but you, my sweetheart. Forgive me."

"Lilian, no-" Your hand shoots up to the crook of her jaw where it meets her throat, but you aren't strong enough. Her snarl is hoarse and choked, it doesnt stop her from descending her fangs to your tender flesh.

But she doesn't make it all the way.

Your struggling with your hand at her throat pushes her off only by a little, and she strikes the furthest part of your collarbone instead, tearing ths flesh and howling as her fang meets the bone underneath. You let out a short scream, and start kicking your legs.

"Y/n!" Lilian hisses, restraining your wrists and slidding foreward until she was completely straddling you, her nightgown rose up to fit how wide her legs were spread to showcase her pale skin, the frilly hemwork of the gown fluttering up to your stomach. Her lips are red, and the collar of your own nightgown is bloodied from your weeping wound.

She lunges a second time and makes her mark, her grip on your wrists tightening and nails breaking fleah, grinding down on you to keep you from flailing any more. Her teeth break into your flesh, it doesnt hurt as it does like the first attempt but you scream anyways.

Lilian lets go of one hand, and you're quick to start hitting her, yet she seems far more concerned with the ammount of noise you're making, shoving her long fingers into your mouth and pressing her manicured nails into your tongue, allowing you to continue your loud sobs and spitting and sputtering until all that remains is your labored breathing. Your saliva coats her fingers, Lilian only cares about your blood.

Eventually, you feel her stop suckling your throat, and feel a soft relief as she detatches herself from your body. She doesn't move back, though, she stays close and begins to pepper kisses to your neck and collar bone, hesitating over your wound from before before she gives it a tentative lick.

Lilian removes her grip from you as well, only to push you down, holding you as you continue to weep and bleed slowly.

She trembles, as if she was the one who had her throat torn, her hands shaking like leaves as they begin to touch your skin, your bleeding throat and collarbone.

"My love..." she murmurs, her hair falling on your body as she adjusts herself on top of you, "My love, I- I- don't know what came over me, what have I done..." She trails off, holding your face as you lean further into your pillows.

"Lilian," you say weakly, voice hoarse, placing your hand at her stomach. She moves to get off of you, but you dig your fingers in her nightgown, keeping her close, "Lilian, why-"

"I don't know why!" She shrills, pressing harder on your face and leaning in to give you a smothering kiss, your blood still on her tongue, "I dont know why and I'm angry that I don't, I'm angry because I never intened this for you, beloved, I never- I never wanted this for you!"

"When was the last time you... you fed, Lilian," her hands on your face begin to sear, and you know that it is your blood inside of her that burns her fingers, that burns her face and ears and neck red in her emotional state, "Lilian, Lilian, love, tell me, please."

"Th- That farmer last week, the one- the one who dropped off your food with his daughter and had saw you through the window, I saw him look at you and saw that same look I see in my brothers when they look at the livestock and I just-"

You place one hand on one of the hands on your face and the other on her own face, silently telling her to calm down, "Lilian, that wasn't a week ago, that was almost two months ago-"

She gasps, and leaps away from you and the bed standing just at the edge of it. "No," her voice trails down like a spiral, a mere whisper against the rustling of the trees outside your window. "My beloved," Her hands shake, "I never..."

You slide out of the bed, shaking feet meeting the frozen wooden floors, and the blood loss causing your to stumble in place with a short sigh. Lilian moves closer to you, a hand reaching out to steady you, but she keeps her distance.

"Please," you say, hand inching closer and closer to the tall candle stand, eyes never leaving her trembling body, "Please, just leave me."

~~~

The next morning is rough. You are cold and hungry, and your own blood still coats your body. Your nightgown is ruined now, and you don't know what to feel when you throw it down the laundry chute, sitting there for a moment as it bumbles down the metal hole. Some one will throw it out, eventually.

You are quick to draw yourself a bath, unashamed as you walk out naked to the water pump to fill your tub. It has been a long night, and you are already numb to the biting wind. It is a quick bath, albeit cold and your fingers turn blue before they begin to prune. You are relieved when you slip into thick woolen dress(delicate to ensure your wounds remain untouched), even the pressure of your corset warming after a short while.

You are silent as you make your way to the kitchen. As all vampires, Lilian is a noctornal being, but the feeling that you are being watched doesn't leave you. It has been a while since any one has sent food to restock, as you rely purely on Lilian to maintain all of those types of orders, so you are shocked to see the full cabinets and cooler.

It is a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. You have an inkling that it is because of what happened last night.

You make a quick meal, eating alone as you listen to the birds singing.

At noon, when you lounging at the love chair with a book cradled between your hands, you feel a shift in the air around you. That is unusual. Curiosity picks inside of you, and you drop the book a look through the window adjacent to where you are, about ten feet from the loveseat.

Keeping an eye out at the leaveless trees, you move from window to window. You know something is going to happen, you feel it in your gut. Sniffling, you leave the room to scan through the other windows.

As you enter to Lillian's study, you find the source of your gut feeling. She is hunched over her desk, the thick black-out curtains closed and a flaming candle next to her. She seems to be writing something, the feather of her quill moving with her hands motions. Lilian is dressed in one of her older attires, it seems.

You rasp a knuckle on the door frame, she turns her face to look at you, but its only a side glance, "I've never seen you up this early before." You say in a low voice, and even then you feel as if you are talking too loud.

Lilian looks away sharply, her shoulders raising higher and higher as if without them to protect her you would see something that you would not like. "You have never seen in in the state that I was in the night before, yet you had."

"What are you writing?" You tilt your head, leaning further into the door frame.

"A letter to father. I have been asleep for the many years I've been a- well, a vampire and have not recieved much of the knowledge that I should have," Lilian starts, her quill in motion, pausing every few moments as she speaks, "What happened last night was not right, and well out of bounds not only to you, but my character as well.

I also have an apology letter in the works for you. I will say it now, and I will say it later; I apologize."

~~~

yea no haha im not gonna write any further than this atm, ive been at it for three days now and i feel ive been drawing it out further than i should have.

feel free to ask questions/criticize this, i enjoy recieve feedback from what i make. it doesnt have to be nothing fancy, just a 'bro u misspelt this thing here' or 'what in tarnation did u just write' works lol