#haunted tattoo

[rightwriter]

This is THE video for anyone looking for a comprehensive and thorough way to outline your book! Kat goes chapter by chapter with the beats you need to hit, and also gives an example from her own story, which really helps you understand! If you watch only one video from this blog, it should be this one! Reposting this because it's SO GOOD

[moon-warlock]

Save me Hexbuds, Hexbuds save me

[kk1smet]

Twelve years later and Harry is still out to get Draco

[deadboyswalking]

the worst part about wanting to fuck Trafalgar D. Water Law (other than the stupid hat) is that he's... attainable. I could go my whole life without ever meeting a Mihawk, for example, but I could find a Law within an hour

[fatsmyname]

frank iero twink death

[daughterofcainnnn]

beautiful and finite

[trickr-treat]

[yaaascrossiant]

Elucien modern au

imagine elucien dating in high school, the hot shot couple everyone thought would marry one day. Lucien calls her pet names his favorite being rose.

Elain breaks up him(it's crucial for it to be her)

she regrets her decision to end things, years later they run into each other

Lucien has a forearm sleeve of roses

completely random, I just wanted tatted Lucien, yes inspo was taken from haunting adeline

[agtavio]

some ss of drawings i did while listening 2 an assignment BASED OFF THAT ONE FIGUREEEE

[bakedactually]

rainy friday means reading smut and thinking of you <3

[lavbloom]

3.5k into a tattoo artist!sakusa smut piece that was meant to be, like, 1k max lmao what is wrong with me

but consider sakusa, scowly and looming and always in loose black cargo pants that have no business making this nerd's waist look that good, the artist at black jackal that you definitely want for his designs, but not at all for his bedside manner. he's a little too blunt to be gentle, not the way shouyo or meian are, and his jokes are a little too cutting and teasing to be a comforting distraction, not the way atsumu charms his way through appointments. he's fucking great, and he gets great reviews, but meian makes sure the appointments with nervous clients get shifted someone else's way, only sending tattoo veterans sakusa's way.

and you're scared as hell but also fucking determined to get this tattoo, because you've been thinking about it for too long and shouyo has already gone and helped design it for you, and you are going to do it.

but atsumu calls in sick and shouyo's covering his slot and the schedules have all collided and collapsed in a way that the only person who can cover your appointment is now one sakusa kiyoomi, the intimidating grouch you met when shouyo first started at black jackal. you've never seen him smile, never seen him do anything but glare daggers at atsumu from the corner, and avoid coming out of his studio at the back of the shop like a kid who doesn't want to come out of their room.

and you're ready to fully puke on the floor of his studio, expecting him to be a grade-a asshole and for this to be the longest and loneliest experience of your life, but he's. not?? he's blunt and he still hasn't smiled, but the way he asks permission before he positions you to better access your inner arm and the quiet comfort of him laughing at your nervous attempts at conversation, the absolutely beautiful designs he has pinned neatly to the walls of his studio - it all coalesces into this warm, fuzzy little pocket for the two of you to share for the next thirty minutes.

and suddenly you're realizing that he's really pretty when he's not scowling (and even when he is tbh) and how nice your name sounds in his low voice, and everytime his hands glide over your skin, even through the nitrile gloves, the pleasant buzz they leave behind sinks right into your bone marrow. and suddenly you don't want him to be done in thirty minutes, you don't want him to ever stop putting his hands on you, and you want to waste his time and ask him about the designs on the wall, and when he started art, and why he chose tattooing over traditional art because you're pretty sure that that gorgeous acrylic in the corner is his work, but he finishes and he walks you through the aftercare with a bit more of that deadpan teasing (and that's not the kind of aftercare you fucking want him to walk you through damn it-)

so two weeks later, on a day that shouyo isn't even at work, you turn up with two coffees in hand (was it weird to note how he liked it when he had one on his desk when you came in?? will he notice???) and tell him you want that design on his wall that you wanted to ask him about so badly

oh and you have sex for sure as well

[treeweird]

I love staying in haunted hotels by myself lol

[amyalicetattoo]

Baby You’re A Haunted House 🤍

[daughterofcainnnn]

Went thrifting today and saw this gorgeous doll. It reminded me of Ethel and it had a long ponytail and everything. Didn't end up buying it but I might next time around. ♡

[formosusiniquis]

smiles that don't flake off

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: rest | WC: 387 | T | CW: None

"This isn't all of it, they still have to do the rest," he overhears Eddie telling Argyle of all people. "Once it's healed, they'll do color; then it'll pop!"

It's not weird, that he has his head in the fridge eavesdropping on his two newest… friends? They’re friends. Age appropriate friends that he's borrowed from other people. Only Argyle is more Eddie’s friend, bonded by being the freshest members of Team Victims of Government Oversight.

And Eddie… Well Steve likes to think they’re more than friends. They live together and sleep in the same bed and sometimes they even touch each other's dicks. But Tommy and Robin are his only comparison points (they've also seen his dick.)

He’s just curious, trying to be whatever about it, cause Eddie had laughed when Steve gently asked if the cool, underground tattoo guy had botched it. Said it was perfect with his sleeves pulled down to his wrists. Steve thought they had something good going.

Seriously, Argyle gets to see it!

“That is some righteous work, my man. Has-”

“No! I want it to be finished first, y’know.”

“Right, but if you hide, it could look like you don’t trust your bro with this intimate part of yourself.”

That’s when he decides he’s had his head in the fridge for too long.

“Found some of last night’s pizza, Eds I brought you water for your cottonmouth.”

It's at least subtle, when Argyle nudges Eddie. "Stevie! I realized I never- I kinda wanted it to be a surprise once it was finished, but I guess you can still see the vision even without color. And I wanted to get something for you and name tattoos are a curse, and you're it for me, even if we haven't really talked about it. Do we need to?"

"Just show it to me?"

Arm on display and it's him. Deniably but Steve knows that's safer. His face softened in a Geena Davis sort of way. His face on a body that will soon be wearing a bright blue sailor's uniform, the shorts somehow shorter, the socks higher, and the ass even more on display than it had felt all that summer.

"Eddie, I love you," it slips from him for the first time, but it's true, "I'm going to cut off your fucking arm."

[ckcomics]

Ink Test: There's a Snake