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[tattattoosupplies2]

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[nemiisnemisis]

I'm so fucking upset

I HAD A DREAM WHERE I GOT THE TATTOO THAT I WANTED AND THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP.

hnbghnmn and the worst part is that i can't have any tattooes irl unless i want my parents to disown me and stop funding my college when i start attending one

[bdluejay]

i love piercing and tattoos and everything but by GOD do people fly close to the sun with needles in their skin

[the-modern-typewriter]

hey I'm so sorry if this is is an unwanted request, but I wanted to ask for a hero x villain story where the villain kidnaps? And tattoos the hero. I think it would be very fun and dramatic. A very permanent and painful reminder.

I really love your work, I've read pieces of your writing for years. Keep doing what you're doing <3

"Hold still, or it's going to be wobbly," the villain said. "Nobody wants a wobbly tattoo, do they? That's just lame."

The hero snarled at them, wordless, unable to do much more with the bit wedged in their mouth. It was, according to the villain, to stop the hero from biting through their own tongue. So, that was nice and reassuring.

They could struggle, but not enough to stop what was going to happen. The grip the villain's various lackeys had on them was too firm and unforgiving. Still - the presence of hands, instead of cold metal, tried to trick some part of their lizard brain into thinking they had a real chance of escape if they just tried hard enough.

They didn't. They knew they didn't. But they struggled all the same, eyes flashing, breath ragged. They'd been forced onto their back on something that looked a little like a dentist's chair, head pinned sideways to face the villain. They only had vague impressions of the rest of the room. Bright light.

The villain had pulled up a chair next to them with their kit.

"So," the villain said, in an affable sort of voice. "It's going to hurt a little, like we talked about. That's mainly because of the location." They began their work, carefully, and the hero squeezed their eyes shut. A whimper escaped them. It was not a little. "Ribs don't have a lot of fat, you see, and you're quite sensitive anyway. But you said that's where you'd get one, so, far be it from me to dictate."

The hero had said hypothetically they would get a tattoo on their ribs. Because it looked cool. They hadn't done any research and they certainly hadn't been serious about it. It had merely been idle conversation with someone they'd thought was their friend.

They'd also said that they would get a jellyfish, or maybe a small bird.

The hero tried to see what the hell the villain was doing, but they couldn't get a good look beyond the distressingly elegant curve of the villain's head.

"I figured you'd want to be conscious, though." The villain laughed, softly. "I wouldn't want to wake up and find out someone had just done something to me, you know? Makes it hard to process it. Freaky."

The hero swore at them. They liked to think the sentiment got through, even if it was just raw sound. Choked.

"You'll look so gorgeous when you're done, though," the villain said. "Don't worry. I'm a professional. I've done this loads of times before."

The hero knew that. That was the problem.

The villain's super-abilities were unusual enough that it had taken the hero far too long to realise that the villain had any, and that they were in fact a monstrosity rather than simply the sexy artist that the hero had met in a bar. Whatever the villain painted, wrote, inked or drew was woven through with their power. It could come alive. It could influence. It could harm or heal that specific area at the villain's whim.

It could, in short, do all manner of things that the hero did not want permanently etched into their skin.

Everyone close to the villain had a tattoo. It didn't bode well.

"Just breathe," the villain said. "You're doing so well. It will be easier on you if you relax."

The hero swore at them again. It didn't make them feel better.

The villain worked on them for what felt like hours. If it was a jellyfish, it was a truly massive jellyfish that curved all the way up their side. The hero still hadn't got a good look. At some point, they'd stopped writhing in the chair, exhausted.

They felt dazed when the villain finally lifted their head, meeting their eyes again. The villain brushed a tear away from the hero's cheek. It reminded the hero to jolt again, but the hands on them remained as relentless as ever.

Another small, involuntary sound left them.

Their skin felt hot. Sunburnt.

"All done," the villain said. They finally eased the bit out of the hero's mouth. "You should have some water. Are you going to drink it nicely?"

"What the hell did you do to me?" the hero demanded. Their voice was raspy.

"It's gorgeous. You'll love it. Water?"

"I don't want anything from you!"

"Good skin is important to good tattoos. But, hey." The villain shrugged. "I can't make you." They gestured for their lackeys to release the hero.

The hero surged up in an instant, fist already flying towards the villain's face. In an instant, their body froze, knuckles inches from the villain's face. It didn't matter how much they strained. They couldn't move.

The villain raised an eyebrow. "You'll want to make sure to keep it clean, to avoid any infection," the villain said. "And don't pick at it, okay? Stay out of the sun. No swimming."

"What did you do to me!?" It came out through gritted teeth.

The villain smirked at them. "I gave you a jellyfish. On the house. You're welcome."

The hero glared.

"That's what you wanted, right?" the villain asked.

"I didn't want this."

The villain shrugged. "I did, though. For the moment I saw you with your clothes off"

"You-" Words didn't feel enough to express the emotion that coursed through the hero at that. "I hate you."

"Yes, I get that quite a lot. I don't generally let it bother me. You do all look so pretty fuming, helpless, at my mercy."

The hero swallowed.

The villain waved a hand, and whatever strange paralysis had overtaken the hero, vanished. They staggered forward, nearly pitching into the villain's lap. The villain caught them to steady them, hands on their waist.

It should have been excruciating, to have the villain's hand on the tattoo, but instead there was a buzz of pleasure across the hero's skin that definitely wasn't normal. They wrenched back as quickly as possible, heart pounding.

Their fists curled, itching with the urge the punch again, but they didn't quite dare get close.

The villain beamed at them, eyes glittering with mirth, apparently knowing exactly what the hero was thinking.

"Now," they said. "Do you want a lift home? Or do you prefer to take a moment to recover here?"

"You're sick."

"I'm up and coming, darling. One day you'll thank me for it."

The hero peeled the bandage off the moment they were at home, alone, to try and get a good look at their new acquisition.

It was a jellyfish, just as the villain had said, inked in full colour and in exquisite detail and artistry. It seeped blue and purple into the hero's skin, with the smallest tinges of shimmering pink. The villain's initials were weaved into the jellyfish's umbrella, subtle to someone not looking for them. Small but there.

The hero didn't remember hitting the bathroom floor, only the dull feeling of their knees giving way beneath them as it all well and truly sunk in.

They could feel it against them. It was almost as if the tentacles were moving, gently, caressing their ribs. As if the villain's fingers were there, a ghost of a blazing touch.

They got a horrific amount of compliments about the damn thing.

[tired-teacher-blog]

In the waiting room

Characters : Kirishima/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Handjob/ Fluff/ Cum eating/ One Shot

Notes : Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

• So, has anyone ever thought of professional boxer Kirishima? Just me? Okay cool.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist|Third Masterlist

A man who's nothing less than a beast in front of his opponents, and nothing more than a little puppy when you're around.

He's ripped, barely fits in his gym clothes, arms and chest are covered in tattoos and multiple scars -courtesy of the countless matches he's been involved in so far- striking fear in the bones of men, and lust in the hearts of women.

He's a legend in the world of combat sports, with many championship belts, trophies and medals with his name on them, everyone both hates, and wants to be him, it's a paradox really, and that's how impactful this man can be.

_ "You're an idiot," you grumble under your breath while gently using a gauze swab to clean the cut under his left eye, "this could have been bad."

_ "I'm sorry babe so please don't be mad at me, it's just that I got distracted by how beautiful you looked while cheering for me." a goofy smile appears on his face as he casually slips a hand under your skirt and slides it up slowly, only to retract it a moment after with a wince of pain when you intentionally dabbed at the wound a bit too harshly.

_ "Stop joking around will you?" you are definitely not amused, and the irritated expression on your face, says it all.

_ "It's fine love, I won didn't I?" he expresses cheerfully, puffing his chest and chuckling cutely, but you still do not find it funny.

_ "You really are an idiot huh?" you slap a band-aid on him before collecting the first aid kit and standing up from your seat with a roll of your eyes, "do you think winning is what's on my mind right now? I just want you to be safe you clueless asshole."

_ "So you were just worried about me?" and it seems as if he has just made a grand discovery, the spark in his eye is blinding and the stupid smile on his face is endearing, and you almost break into laughter yourself, watching the duality of this man's intimidating appearance, and pure heart.

A duality only you can witness.

_ "Of course I was, you big jerk." you finally give in to your giggles, cradling his cheeks and smoothing your thumb over the covered wound apologetically.

A shriek suddenly escapes you when he effortlessly picks you up in his arms and spins you around, banging on his chest and demanding to be put down between uncontrollabe laughter.

You know him well enough to realise what he has in mind, but you refuse to give in too easily as you were still on the arena's ground –albeit in his fancy waiting room, tucked away from the prying eyes of his fans and reporters who wish for nothing more than a glimpse of their champion.

_ "Come on sweetheart please, no one would dare come near our door, trust me." he cooes cutely, almost pathetically to be honest, while plopping down on the comfy sofa with you on his lap.

It's useless to ask of him to wait until you reach home, his patience is running thin already, and the forming bulge poking your thigh is enough proof of that.

You sigh defeatedly and plant a small peck under the bruise surrounding his cut, "okay but we can't go all the way here."

He nods his head enthusiastically and leans back against the backrest of the sofa with an excited expression on his face as you start running your fingers over the protruding muscles of his chest, secretly grateful he is still in his boxing shorts and nothing else.

You wiggle yourself a bit and reach down to palm his clothed cock, giving it a few teasing squeezes while your lips latch onto his tense jaw.

_ "Baby please, stop tormenting me." he breathes out the plea, eyes squeezing shut and hips bucking against the slow movements of your hand.

He clutches onto your butt cheeks and pulls you even closer to himself, little moans of your name are fanning over your ear and travelling straight to your loins as the caresses on his bulge quicken.

He isn't the only one enjoying himself, oh definitely not, because watching him this desperate for your touch and craving a release that only you can grant him, is a reward in itself.

Your kisses move lower, from his jawline to his neck, and your teeth graze the sensitive skin covering his wild pulse while swiftly slipping your hand into his shorts to free the raging shaft from its confinement.

_ "Oh, what do we have here? A few little touches got you all worked up?" you whisper the remark teasingly, stroking the smooth head and admiring the clear precum collected on your thumb.

_ "This is on you princess, your hand is so warm and soft so please don't stop." his breathing is labored and hips are restless as he chased the blissful feeling of your fist around his cock, and you gladly give him what he wants, tightening your hold as you pumped him faster, and relishing the little twitches against your palm along with the blunt nails pressing into your thighs as your cute little skirt rode up around your waist.

You kiss him on the lips, effectively silencing the thirsty growls escaping his throat while he devours the smirk appearing on your face as his hand moved to encircle your own and guide it to move even faster.

He is desperate and itching for release, and seeing him in this state is coaxing a pleasant heat to pool into the pit of your tummy as you wished to have him buried deep inside you when he finally reaches his high, but that needs to wait until later, until you're home together, away from everyone who is certainly still clinging to the hope of seeing him tonight.

_ "Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. baby girl I'm cumming!" he breaks the kiss to rasp out the words, moving the hand that's been holding your thigh, to gently cradle your neck instead. It's his way of bringing your face towards him as he cums, the image of you is what he wants carved into his brain when he finally loses control.

_ "Go ahead Eijiro, let it all out honey." you coo sweetly, biting down on your lip as he whined louder, and that is all it took for the ropes of his pearly seeds to erupt from his tip and coat your hand and his.

A wide smile finds its way to his flushed face as he finally relaxed underneath you, but then a sudden darkness creeps in his eyes as you moved your glistening fingers to your lips, licking and sucking every single digit clean.

_ "Yummy." and your teasing continues towards your poor boyfriend whose mouth is hanging open while watching you in awe, but then a sharp squeal tears past your throat as you found yourself on your back, sinking into the plush sofa with his menacing frame hovering over your writhing body.

_ "I'm sorry princess but you're being so unfair." and his hands are already stripping off your clothes as he spoke.

You should have known the moment you walked into the room with him, that just a little bit of touching would not be nearly enough to quench his insufferable thirst for you, not that you mind going further anyway.

_ "Okay Eijiro, I'm all yours."

[em1e]

⠀ ⠀走った // BRUISED KNUCKLES && BUSTED LIPS ⠀ ༝ ༝ ran haitani ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1k words ⠀ ⚠︎ mentions of blood xp maybe angst if u squint ⠀ — ran likes knowing he has you to take care of him when he needs.

it shouldn’t really come to you as a surprise much, anymore. 

when ran stumbles through your front door unannounced, blood smeared on his cheek and knuckles busted beyond anything you could really do to help. 

and despite you insisting he should go to the hospital, or a doctor, or any sort of medical professional, someone who can properly treat his wounds and potentially give him medication for whatever he might need, he denies you. insists that ‘your touch is all he needs’ with that stupid grin he knows you eat up. 

so, with a heavy sigh, you’re pulling out your first aid kit, one that has certainly grown over the years ran has made himself known in your life. he’s already sitting comfortable on your couch, ignoring the look you give when he has no regard for potential blood stains that might come from it. 

“you know what i think?” you mumble, helping him out of his t-shirt to assess the damages under his clothes before getting a small rag and pouring some alcohol onto it. 

“what?” he hisses out when you press the cloth onto his freshly wounded knuckles, trying your best to be gentle despite the fact you’ve warned him you wouldn’t help him the next time he comes by. ran is a parasite and you are a healthy host, unable to tell him no, even if your life depended on it. 

“i think you like this,” you accuse, taking the rag away to examine how well you’ve cleaned his fist, “think you like being coddled and babied by me.” 

“do you now?” his words are teasing, grin growing when he sees how focused you are to bandage and wrap as softly as your fingers allow. 

“mhm,” you let go of one fist in favor of the other, repeating the same steps, “i think you get into fights just to be able to come to my door like a wounded puppy. lets you play into being defenseless when you aren’t.” 

“who said anything ‘bout me being defenseless,” he lifts his chin, straightening his shoulders despite you telling him to not move, “maybe i like knowin’ i have someone to come to after i’ve kicked some ass - you bein’ pretty is a plus too.” 

you ignore the comment, or it’d be followed by him teasing you for your warm cheeks, and press the rag a little harder than necessary into his hand. it has him inhaling sharply and trying to withdraw himself from you, but you keep him in place and click your teeth. 

“told you not to move.” you instruct, and he slumps when he realizes it didn’t get a rile out of you like he wanted. 

when you finish with the other knuckle, you’re moving to his chest. wiping down bloodied spots, unsure if it’s his or someone else’s staining his tattooed skin. he winces when you get to his ribs, trying his best to hide it, but from the look you give him he knows you know. 

once he’s wiped down, you gently wrap his torso in hopes of that helping his potentially bruised ribs, fingers lingering at his chest a moment longer than necessary before moving on. 

“who’d you fight, anyways?” you find yourself asking when you finally get to his face. 

remnants of a bloody nose sit under his nostril, a busted lip, and scratched cheek adorn his otherwise pretty face and it has you frowning, tugging at one of his braids when he doesn’t answer you. 

“ow- some nurse you are, abusing your patients.” 

“you’re lucky that’s all i do,” you grumble, knee knocking into his when you adjust the way you’re sitting to hold his face properly, “i should give you another busted lip for coming here so late.” 

one hand grips under his chin while the other starts cleaning with more alcohol, careful to not get it into his mouth or too close to his eye, and you switch it in favor of water when you get to his nose. his eyes are half-lidded while he watches you, eyeing you in a way that has you needing to keep your hands busy or you fear he’d catch the way they shake. 

it takes maybe an hour to clean him up completely, patting his thigh when you’re done and sliding away from him. worried he might hear your erratic heart beating inside your chest if you stay too close, but he’s closing any distance you choose to put by spreading his legs wide. his thigh hits yours and it has you fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“what’s got you all worked up?” it’s light hearted, they way he asks, teasing and oh so sweet and unlike ran - one of tenjiku’s heavenly kings who very well could have murdered someone tonight. the shift in your demeanor has you sighing and standing to put your first aid kit away.

except, when you move to do so, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you down into his lap. you stumble at the sudden movement, falling with your knees at either side of his waist, and if the impact hurts his ribs he makes no noise showing it. 

“‘m talkin’ to you.” he mutters, one hand still on your wrist while the other finds purchase on your waist to keep you there. 

and this is more like the ran you know. demanding and needy and pretty.  

“we talked about this last time.” is all you can manage out, too shocked by the sudden movements to actually give him a reply. 

“‘bout what? i’m just askin’ you a question,” but he’s leaning forward, eyes trailing from your own to the way you have your lower lip pulled between your teeth and back, “just askin’ what’s up with you.” 

“i’m not gonna be your next fling, ran.” you sigh, pressing your hand to his mouth when he starts to get too close, “‘m not like that, you know that.” 

“who said anythin’ ‘bout a fling.” he pulls your hand from his face and kisses your fingertips and the action has you flushing, looking away from him to hide it. 

“i’m being serious.” 

“and i’m takin’ you seriously.” 

when you finally look back at him, he has that stupid grin you can’t ignore, and it has you faltering. ran is a parasite, and you can’t tell him no. not when he’s looking at you like he’d eat you alive.

[itsscromp]

Ink me up

As per the recent poll, It's time to give our favourite soldier a brand spanking new tattoo, courtesy of his bestie. Co-credit:@callofdudes Word count:988

Before joining the army, You had a dream of becoming a tattoo artist, Wanting nothing more then to create amazing drawings and be able to do this for many people who wanted it. You even went and took classes on how to do so. But though you were now with the 141, You wouldn't change it either way, You still had that desire.

Finding online a professional tattoo kit, you ordered that and some ink too to mail to the base, Once arriving you set it all up. The knowledge of what you learnt in college never leaves you. As if it was all second-hand nature.

Simon you knew had a lot of tattoos, his whole sleeve wrapped in them, Maybe you could be able to give him a tattoo. So you got up and went to go find him. "Simon come check this out !!" You ushered him back to your room once you found him.

"What's got you all excited mate ??" He raised an eyebrow as he entered the room, Seeing the kit in front of him.

"I bought a tattoo kit online, I used to do them back in college" You smiled proudly.

He tilted his head slightly, a little confused "And what do you plan on doing with it ?? Give yourself a wonky little heart on your hand ??" He chuckled.

"If you'll be happy to know Riley, I have gotten solid good grades from classes and my clients" You smirked at him playfully. Having had work experience at shops too.

"Oh, I didn't know you had some experience, Good for you then. But I still don't know what you plan to do with it though" He looked over at the kit.

"Well, I was hoping I could give you guys tattoos, Maybe you as well, add a new one to your collection."

"Really ?? Is that your plan ??" He chuckled.

"Well, if you want too. I can set it up and we can do it now" You smiled proudly.

He contemplated it, He did want a new tattoo, But he didn't know what he wanted to get. "It depends what kind of dumb thing you'd try to put on my skin"

"As the client you have every choice on the design"

He smirked, Starting to consider it. "Ok, what can you do ??"

You then pulled out a tattoo book you ordered as well and handed it to him. "Have a look through this and we'll go from there."

"Your being professional about this" He said as he skimmed through the book.

"I can be unprofessional if you want" You smirked before snickering "Come on, like I would ever do something like that."

He smirked "I'm not taking any chance in letting you putting some wanky shit on my body" Joking.

"Oh come on si, Please ??" You pouted and gave him your signature puppy dog eyes. Simon knew you would pull the trick and tried to resist....... Oh but how can he refuse his bestie !!!!

So sighing and points at the tattoo he wants. "It's dumb but there is no way you could possibly fuck this up."

"Ok, let's get to it" You smiled and set up the machine "Ok, so where would you like it ??"

Simon pulled off his sweater and rolled up his right sleeve, relaxing in the chair you brought in. "I'll let you put it on my bicep... Don't. Fuck it up" He smirked.

"I won't, trust me" You created the stencil and put your gloves on, Rubbing the alcohol on Simon's bicep and placed the stencil on.

"Ok, let's get to work" You started up the machine, dipping the needle in the ink and got underway. Simon watched on as you pressed the needle against his skin gently, careful not to hurt him. He was really impressed with your skill as an artist. "You never told me you could tattoo" He watched on.

"Never underestimate me Simon" You said, not losing focus on the sketch at hand.

"I'll keep that in mind"

After about a couple of hours on the stencil. "Ok, onto the shading"

Swapping out the needle and dipping it back into the ink, You began to shade the tattoo, Simon continued to watch as you worked, The shading making the tattoo come to life. "You're doing better than I thought you would"

"Had a dream of doing this as a career before the military, It was just hard to find a vacant position at any shop, And I wasn't going to start my own business" You chuckled.

And after a few more hours, the tattoo was complete. "And done" You smiled.

"Wow, I would expected to have heard about this earlier, I'll admit I'm a little hurt" He smirked, shifting in the chair a little.

"Better late than never" You then pulled a mirror out and showed Simon the finished artwork.

Inspecting it, Damn you did a great job on this. He started to smile under his mask.

"You like it ??" You said a little nervously.

"Well would you look at that" He looked up at you.

"It's good huh ??" You perked up proudly.

"It's better than I had expected, It can stay on my skin"

"That's the point of a tattoo" You snickered.

"Yeah but this doesn't look like crap" He smiled and inspected it again.

You were insanely proud of your work.

"You know... Even if it looked like shit, I'd still like it. Because you made it, And it looked pretty cool I wont lie."

"Yeah ??"

"Yeah, I like it a lot, Mostly cause you put it there"

Y/n was so happy Simon loved his brand new tattoo, You soon became his artist after that, Always coming up with new designs for him, The kit was a very well made purchase.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[bloodmoonmuses]

it waits for dawn | lee taeyong

requested by an anon! send me an ask!

genre: taeyong x reader, friends to lovers, summer coworkers, non-idol au, fluff sorta kinda :)))

wc: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of blood, some swearing

summary: while working your summer job, you meet an eclectic boy who's obsessed with stars and the beauty of the universe.

Working at the planetarium was an odd summer job, sure, but it was about the same pay as the ice cream shop or (God forbid) the zoo. The facility remained pretty empty most days, save for the occasional field trip or savvy tourist. For the first two weeks you worked there, it was just you and the manager, Taeil. Then, one day, Taeil says he finally found another lackey- some guy who just finished his undergrad. 

You’re not sure why a college graduate would be slumming it at a planetarium, but you don’t question the matter any further. At least now you’d have someone to split responsibilities with. 

“He’ll be here any minute,” Taeil tells you.

When he walks in, you’re a bit taken aback. His cotton candy hair and smattering of tattoos almost clashes with the nerdy polo and khakis he’s wearing. You assume this is his attempt at looking “professional”, which is funny because you’re in a band tee and cut-off shorts and Taeil is practically in pajamas. 

“I’m Taeyong,” he says bashfully, dipping his head as a greeting. 

You shake his outstretched hand and his ears turn red. He has the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen, like a drawing almost. The prevailing word at the front of your mind is “cute”. He’s very cute.

Taeyong is a sticker book come to life, eclectic and vibrant against the dullness of the overcast day. You’ve never seen him around before. You would’ve remembered. He must be new in town- or a figment of your imagination. A part of you wishes it’s the latter.

“I’m ____,” you say, fixated on your still conjoined hands. When Taeyong realizes he hasn’t broken away from the hand shake, he drops his arm quickly, coughing to fill the awkward silence. Taeil is none the wiser. 

“If you could show him around the place, that’d be nice.” Taeil says nonchalantly. He walks back into his office, going to take his daily three hour nap. Taeyong looks at you confusedly.

“If you had any worry about this being a strenuous or uptight job-” Taeil’s snoring interjects, “-I can assure you, it is not.” you contend. “It’s like a movie theater, honestly. We run the projection presentations every other hour, and when there’s field trips, we walk the kiddos around for about 45 minutes or so.”

“Ah, really? That’s it, huh?” Taeyong looks a bit disappointed.

“Yeah. Pretty easy,” you say, shrugging. “Oh, and we stock the gift shop.”

—

The next day, Taeyong somehow manages to bomb his first real shift.. You’re shelving plushies in the gift shop when you hear a loud crashing sound. When you make your way to the supply room to see what happened, Taeyong is buried in a pile of commemorative cups on the floor. 

“You okay?” you ask, trying not to laugh. The moon phase tumblers are the most popular of the gift shop items, constantly needing to be restocked. 

“I think so,” he says. As you help him stand, you notice blood on his hand.

“Need a band-aid?” Taeyong’s eyes shimmer with tears, and he places his cut finger into his mouth, pouting a bit. He nods and you grab the first aid kit off the wall. It’s covered in a layer of dust from lack of use. You blow on its surface.

“How’d you cut your finger?” you ask, still giggling a bit.

“I tried to catch the box as it was falling.” He winces as the air hits his wound. “Ouch.”

You “tsk” at him, shaking your head as you open the first aid kit. “Taeyong, you gotta be more careful. Taeil doesn’t care if we live or die!”

He chuckles. “That’s not true! I think he has a soft spot for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this cleaned up.” You take some alcohol and soak a cotton ball. Then, you clean his (minor) cut, unwrapping a bandage and securing it around his finger. He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Kiss it better for me?” he asks, jutting out his lower lip and extending his hand towards you.

“You wish.”

—

Taeyong and you become quick friends. If he comes in for a shift after you, he brings you ice cream. If the two of you close together, he walks you to your car. If you take a day off, Taeyong sends you pictures of Taeil sleeping.

He’s a great conversationalist as well. You learn a lot about him over the summer. He wanted to be a firefighter before falling in love with art, dancing and music. Now, he has a bachelor’s degree in visual art. He shows you videos of him dancing and lets you look through his sketchbook. He talks about his sister and how she’s just as kind as him. He tells you about his love of stars, and how he mediates on them as if they’re lost lovers. 

Despite the warmth Taeyong’s eyes fill you with, there’s also an underlying sadness in them- stress beyond his years swimming beneath their sparkling glory. He doesn’t speak much of it, but you can feel it. You can also see that stress leaving his body everytime he cranks up the projector for the solar system presentation. His favorite planet is Saturn.

You’re quite fond of Taeyong. You realize this when you catch yourself staring at him on a particularly slow day. A few elderly couples have come to see the permanent exhibit in the front of the facility, but other than that, it’s just you and him here. Even Taeil has taken a day off, the sloth of summer’s near end seemingly blanketing the entire town. The day progresses in slow motion.

Taeyong’s sleeves are rolled up, exposing his arms. You study his tattoos, committing them to memory.  His ever changing hair has been black for a few weeks now, which was a bit out of the ordinary for him. He looks a bit pedestrian, if that’s even possible, and not elven like his usually colorful hair makes him seem.

Despite the snail pace of the day, Taeyong is working way more than is actually necessary- always a self-starter and ready to please. 

“Take a break, Taeyong. You’re gonna have a heat stroke.” The A/C unit is busted. Again. You’ve plugged in a few portable fans, but they’re not doing much.

“Inventory’s gotta get done eventually.” You’re enamored with the multitudes of Taeyong’s character. He’s often an easy going guy, but stern when it counts. Not a killjoy, or anything to that extent, just more upright than you’d assume at first glance. Such is the issue with assumptions; they’re just asking to be subverted. 

You feel bad watching Taeyong lug around boxes by himself, so you push your laziness aside and begin helping.

“I got it,” Taeyong says.

You continue to lift a box, following him on the trek from the supply closet to the gift shop. “I know you’ve got it, but you’re gonna die if you carry all of these on your own.”

“I’m not gonna die,” Taeyong says, blowing a few strands of hair out his face as wobbles about.

“Tell that to the red flush covering your whole body, Superman.” 

Taeyong huffs at you. “You’re so mean to me,” he says. There’s that lower lip again. It’s becoming your weakness, the more he pouts at you. Sometimes you tease him just to see it more often.

“Fine. Want me to stop?” you say, putting down the box you’re carrying. You pretend to walk off.

“No, don’t leave! I feel like I’m gonna die!” Tayong shrieks.

You deadpan at the cartoon of a human standing in front of you.

__

It’s a field trip day and the planetarium is packed. Unlike the usual, Taeil is actually helping, saying something along the lines of “all hands on deck” as if that doesn’t entail a total of six hands. The children stream in like a school of fish, neon summer camp shirts glowing in the bright sun. They’re beaming at one another, skipping and running around with boundless energy. Their liveliness sparks something in you, smiling so much that makes your cheeks hurt. What hurts more, however, is seeing how sweet Taeyong is with the kids. He takes the lead on showing them around the permanent exhibit, explaining the solar system and composition of stars and other space rocks. You watch from the back of the crowd, blaming the flush of your face on the temperature and not on the fact that Taeyong’s smile makes your breath hitch.

You should think he’s the nerdiest person in the world right now. This whole exchange would be great material to tease him with (-something about how he’s a softie and a loser or whatever). However, all you feel is a terrifying fondness taking over you, ripping at your chest as if it’d been ravaged by a lovesick wolf, its claw marks creating deep caverns where your heart lies. It fucking hurts how much you simply like him. You don’t even want to imagine- no, you can’t  even imagine what’d it be like to fall in love with him. 

One of the kids asks about Saturn and Taeyong nearly erupts with excitement. He talks in detail about its rings, tracing his fingers along the ridges of the replica of the planet. His eyes are sparkling, mirroring the faux stars above him. 

When kids leave, you glance at Taeyong. A tired smile is plastered on his face and he contently sighs. “That was so much fun.”

“I’m not sure who enjoyed it more- you or the kids,” you state. Taeyong chuckles. 

“Definitely me. I almost don’t wanna go home,” he says. 

“Then let’s stay.”

After finishing your closing duties, you and Taeyong meet in the planetarium’s theater. In the center of the rows of seats is a projector.  

“Lemme start the presentation,” he says, queuing up a video about Navajo astrology and constellations. “I’ve never actually gotten the chance to watch Southwestern Skies from the seats.” 

After he presses play, the two of you sit right in the middle of the theater. The video comes to life on the dome shaped ceiling. Your jaw drops in wonderment, feeling less self conscious when you see that Taeyong’s mouth is also agape in your periphery. Then, you’re drifting in outer space with him, your seats floating away into the ether as you become completely absorbed into the stars that surround you. You rest your arm on the divider between your chairs, subconsciously inching your hand towards Taeyong’s. As it draws nearer, your desire to interlace his hand in your own grows. The nerve endings at your fingertips buzz. Taeyong is magnetic. 

“This is my favorite part,” Taeyong whispers, awestruck. You try to break away from looking at him, to instead look at the display above you, but you can’t. Instead, you watch the stars in the reflection of his eyes. 

The dome bursts with an explosion of stars as various constellations fade into view. Orion’s Belt, The Big Dipper, Libra and Virgo- Taeyong had told you about them in detail, insisting on thumbing through his astrology textbook as he explained. (He stole it from the library, leaving five bucks on the counter to rid himself of any lingering karma.) Finally, the Milky Way comes into view- referred to as It Waits for Dawn by the Navajo people. Taeyong audibly gasps. 

“I think the whole thing is your favorite part," you tease. 

“Mmm.” He nods in agreement.

Distantly, your mind wanders to how the summer is coming to a close. You’re not sure what will come of you and Taeyong’s friendship. You hope he won’t be a memory, or strangers like the two of you started as. You want him to be a fixture in your life- a constellation to familiarize yourself with and never tire of, even as the universe expands.

You realize you’ve been laying your head on Taeyong’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you move to sit up. 

“It’s okay,” he says. Then, he places his hand on your head, guiding it back to his shoulder. “Unless your neck hurts, or something. Then, I won’t force you,” he adds hurriedly. 

“No, no. It’s good. I’m good,” you say, returning your head to its original position. When the presentation ends, the lights in the theater automatically come up. Suddenly, the moment feels too intimate for daylight, and Taeyong must agree, because he’s tense. You can feel it in his shoulder, the anxiety radiating off of him in waves, but he doesn’t tell you to move, so you continue to rest your head on him 

“Does the universe scare you? All the stars and planets and the unknown...” Taeyong says out of nowhere. Before you can respond, he says, “Ah, nevermind. Forget I asked.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he backtracks.

“I like the question, silly!” You consider your answer for a moment, lost in thought. “ How infinite it is, yes. But the universe as a concept is very romantic. Like, philosophically speaking.”

“How so?”

You shrug. “It brought us together.”

“What a pretty thought,” he says. 

Life’s a bunch of little universes sewn together. Self contained and finite worlds that exist within infinity. Like your summer with Taeyong- a blip in the grandeur of your life, simply due to how little time he’s spent in it. You want to sew a little bit more of him into your universe. To make him more than a blip. To make him your entire universe. 

“Can I kiss you?” you ask suddenly, throwing caution to the wind.

“I’d like that,” he contends. 

You lift your head from his shoulder and place a delicate peck to his cheek. Taeyong gently grasps your chin, guiding your face to his. He then kisses you on the lips, tenderly, his lips just barely grazing yours. The moment seems to stretch on for infinity, though only lasting a few minutes, and you make haste to sew it into the fabric of your memory.

a/n: unedited + feedback is always appreciated!

[harlowtales]

It’s brat summer but Y/N is on punishment 😈💅🏽

18 PLUS ONLY 🚨

“No. He’s not coming to my sleepover.” You said to Jack in protest.

“Y/N I need you to be ok at all times and you be tryna dodge security all the time so I gotta keep an eye on you baby cuz I’m in a whole different time zone right now.” Jack said firmly. He was in Saudi Arabia for a big performance and leaving you alone made him terribly nervous. It was an irrational fear but you were known to get into some situations when you managed to get away from surveillance.

“Uughh!!! Ok fine Duane can come.” You said rolling your eyes at Jack on FaceTime. It was pointless to argue.

“That’s my girl. I love you and I gotta go.” He said and with that he was gone. Sometimes he was gone so long on the road or recording it felt like he was a genie in the phone.

Tonight was going to be something fun instead of being bored because Jack was gone. You were invited to a sleepover at Urban’s girlfriend Azura’s house. You had everything ready to go. Fuzzy slippers, silk matching pj’s, rollers, and mani/pedi kit.

You didn’t even look at Duane in the car ride over and were quietly, resentfully looking out the window.

“Y/N I know you don’t want me there.” Duane who was Jack’s security said as he looked ahead and focused on the road. Duane was a large man with tattoos who wore sunglasses at all times and never smiled, but that was for optics so nobody messed with his clients. Deep down he was a big softie that let you get away with too much for Jack’s liking.

“I just don’t think I need security at my friend’s house.” You said sulking.

“You know how your man is. You’re still paying for that time you dodged me and wound up drunk on the beach in Turks and Caicos and nobody knew where you were.” Duane reminded you.

“OMG that was last week, he’s so ridiculous” You sighed but nonetheless this was your fate. You were being babysat by your boyfriend’s bodyguard.

“Giirrllll!!!” Your friend’s squealed when they opened the door and saw you. That’s until they saw Duane. “Whys he here?” They said almost in unison.

“Because Jack is still all bent over last week and now I’m on punishment.” You explained glumly.

“Your man is a whole stern father I don’t know how you deal with him. Urban is so chill.” Azura said feeling sorry for you.

“That’s because Urban is always high.” One of the girls giggled.

All 6 of them fawned over how fabulous you looked with your hair up in a high ponytail, fitted tank top and cut off jean shorts. You had been working out with Jack and eating healthy and it was paying off. It was hard for Duane not to notice but he kept everything professional at all times. He was thrilled to be on assignment with such gorgeous women but he maintained a stone face and kept his shades on.

“He’s like those guards at Buckingham Palace.” Your friend Christie whispered to you

“Oh he’s a softie that’s just his resting bitch face.” You said off handedly not really wanting to acknowledge Duane was there.

As the night got started the wine and snacks came out and you whipped out the mani/pedi kit.

“You always come prepared girl.” Azura said “I’m first!”

“Naw let Duane go first.” Your friend Jessica said mischievously “If you on punishment lets have fun.” She whispered to you. Your one eyebrow went up in devilish agreement.

“Oh Duane would you like a mani/pedi?” You ask cheerfully sitting on his lap.

“Y/N what are you doing? I’m working.” Duane explained trying to get you off of him as he felt his pants tightening up. As you sat up your friend Suzette took over and really poured it on thick. Suzette was very curvy and had a big sleep T on with boy underwear. She sat on Duane and took his sunglasses off.

“Let’s take these off so we can see your handsome face.” She said sweetly batting her eyelashes at him.

“Ok I see what y’all are doing and it’s not going to work.” Duane weakly protested as another girl came behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

“Oh my such big shoulders with so much tension.” She said softly as she kneaded out some knots.

“My job is stressful.” He said relenting to how good it felt. You looked over at 2 other girls and they started giving him a manicure one at each hand while you placed his tired feet in a bowl of steaming water for his pedicure. “Oh my god” is all he could say with all the special treatment. The girl on his lap started feeding him grapes when suddenly his phone rang but he couldn’t reach it. One of the girls reached in his pocket and answered it. It was Jack on FaceTime checking up on you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jack said as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hi bubby we’re treating Duane” You waved as you were clipping his toenails.

“Yeah he’s very stressed. Poor Duaney Wayney.” Your friend said to Jack as she massaged his arm.

“Sorry boss they got me in a situation” Duane said as now a towel was being wrapped around his head and a clay masque applied to his face.

“Give me Y/N.” Jack said to her friend seething

You stopped what you were doing to take the phone with all the giggles in the background and girls remarking on how stressed Duane was as he was telling them things he had to go through guarding celebrities.

“You think you’re slick Y/N” Jack chided disapprovingly

“I don’t know what you mean. You hear the man you have him working too hard.” You said with a straight face as you were delighted you were getting under Jack’s skin. “By the way you look so hot baby. I wish I was there to…”

“Stop it aint gone work. This is nasty work Y/N. When I get home imma..” Jack tried to threaten

“You’ll what? Spank me?” You said bending over and biting your lip

Jack looked mesmerized for a second but snapped out of it “Imma get you back for this some way somehow for turning my security guard into a marshmallow.”

“Ahhh sorry baby from the looks of things Duane belongs to us now right girls??!!” You said showing Jack the whole scene unfolding and the most content look he had ever seen on Duane’s face. All the girls laughed as they caressed Duane. His head was now in your friend’s lap as he was getting a facial, laid out on the couch with cucumber slices over his eyes.

Jack called Urban and Sunni over to see what their girls were up to. “Azura stop rubbing Duane’s feet now!!” Urban yelled in despair as he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Baby??! Please stop.” Is all Sunni could say as he saw his girlfriend with her boy shorts and tank top on take over and give Duane a head massage

“This is pure evil guys.” Jack said to them as they looked on helplessly “Y/N this ain’t over.” He called out to you from Saudi Arabia

“Sorry Jack I can’t hear you too good bye hunny bunny.” You blew him a kiss and cut off the call

Jack knew that trick. He taught it to you. “They just declared war fellas.” He said to his friends as he had to admit defeat. “Y/N got it coming when I get back. Her security is gonna be so tight she’s going to have surveillance in the washroom.”

“Something tells me Duane won’t have a problem with that.” Phil chimed in

They all turned and looked at him and said “Shut the fuck up Phil!”

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[soullust]

meeksy headcanonsss

hopeless romantic but hides it well (most of the time) 

he loves horror movies to a worrying degree. and splatterpunk but not as much

in my mind he’s like . so insane and deranged 

honest to god believes in ghosts

pyromaniac . he loves setting shit on fire. deffo made a molotov coctail b4

his love languages are acts of service n words of affirmation

n possibly physical touch ...

really likes body mods but doesn't get too many bc he overthinks about them too much

learning comes naturally to him, so he doesn't have a strong work ethic when it comes to academics. gifted kid syndrome, basically :)

he’s in for a fucking surprise veeery soon (the burnoutttt...)

computer engineering major linguistics minor but he barely graduates college bc. well… :)

has a significantly older sister and was a rainbow baby

also him and his sister share a birthday

was raised extremely religious (catholic)

children love him. hes mildly scared of children

transmasc gay demisexual and you cant convince me otherwise 

n yes, i do have a hc deadname for him . lmk if youre curious

can drive but doesn't like it

also generally dislikes cars and cannot be be bothered to buy one so he just borrows one from his friends or sister when he needs one.

whenever his sister gets a new ar she just gives him her old one bc he really shouldn't be 27 and carless, especially in usamerica

talks with his hands alot

bruises so very fucking easily. like holy shit he looks like a VICTIM

prefers tea

drinks coffee but takes it super sweet with a lot of milk / creamer that it might as well me a milkshake 

polyglot . he’s fluent in like four languages and knows other four at a somewhat conversable level 

like charlie he prob has adhd and gets hyperfixated on random things

can do tattoos and has a very basic tattoo kit. does stick-n-pokes too

practiced on pitts todd and himself at some point 

the results aren’t bad but its kinda obvious they weren’t done by a professional

can play piano and cello but doesn’t do it often. mostly when his parents want him to impress their friends 

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

[everythingateez]

ATEEZ as your boyfriend: Seonghwa

How you met:

It was just a normal day at work at Toys R Us, when a young man came up to the cash register you were working at. In his hands he was carrying a LEGO Star Wars R2-D2• 75308 Collectible Building Kit (2,315 Pieces), which he put down on the belt. You scanned the item, and as a formality you asked him if it’s a gift and if he would like to get it wrapped, which he kindly declined. «It’s actually for me, I really enjoy building LEGO,» he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and giving you an uncertain look. «No worries!» you answered with a grin, «I quite enjoy building LEGOs myself, but I could never afford this set…» you chuckled. Even with workers discount, that sweet LEGO R2-D2 is out of reach. After all, you are just a Toys R Us employee. You wondered what this fella is doing to be able to afford this set. «Thanks for not thinking I’m weird…» he said relieved, he probably gets a lot of snarky remarks about his hobby. «I’m actually not sure I could build this all by myself, so if it’s not too much to ask, we could build this together when you’re free», he suggested while tapping his credit card. You caught yourself blushing ever so slightly, but quickly managed to stop and stay professional. «Sure, I’d enjoy that,» you replied with a cheesy grin. You both agreed to meet the next day for lunch at a coffee shop to chill out and build his brand new LEGO set together. «By the way, I’m Y/N», you said, remembering you had completely forgotten to introduce yourself. «I’m Seonghwa,» he replied. He then gave you a cheeky smile, before he gave you a kind nod and an energetic wave as he headed out the door, letting you handle your other customers. The rest of your shift flew by while thinking of your encounter with Seonghwa, and you went to bed as excited as you’ve ever been.

Dating:

After your first hangout building LEGO, you quickly planned to meet again later that week. You definetely felt a spark with Seonghwa, but your were unsure if he felt the same way or if he saw you as only a friend. After all, he seemed like the guy who was kind to everyone he met, and he might’ve just been happy to find someone to share his hobby with. However, after a few weeks of knowing him, he suddenly gifted you the LEGO flower bouqet set. He had not built it, since he thought you could to it together, but he brought a vase to go with it, so it would be easier for you to bring the bouqet home. As you were about to leave with your fresh flower set, he suddenly gave you a kiss. You must have looked pretty shocked, because he backed away with an apologetic expression on his face. You quickly pulled him back, giving him another kiss.

The relationship (mentions of Halloween, tattoos, Justin Bieber's hit song "Baby", work, math):

- With Seonghwa, words are not needed

- As if it’s magic, he just knows your thoughts and feelings, and just how to respond

- His love language is definetely gift giving, but quality time is a close second

- For Halloween he made you dress up as Rey from Star Wars, his biggest celebrity crush

- He has a stash of temporary tattoos, since he really wants a tattoo but is scared of commitment

- Though, he is not scared of commitment with you

- You quickly made your relationship official to friends and family, it just felt right

- Whenever he is the ending fairy for a stage performance, he always does his favorite aegyo that you do (the peace sign placed on his chin)

- When he’s sleeping over at your place, he uses your toothbrush without you knowing

- He does not want you to see his personal toothbrush, as it is an electric toothbrush singing the tune of Justin Bieber’s «Baby». He just cannot tell how much time passes when brushing his teeth so he needs assistance

- He refuses to spend money on new socks, he’s wearing shoes anyways, so no one is going to see the holes. You throw them out and gift him new ones on different occasions

- Whenever you and Seonghwa are not occupied with your individual, hectic work schedules, you spend as much time together as possible

- Sometimes you go out and explore different parts of the city and areas surrounding, but usually you stay at each others places just doing normal, daily life things

- Looking at your calm and stable relationship, everyone around thinks you’ve been together for far longer than you actually have

- He refuses to do basic math and instead uses the calculator app on his phone for equations like «67+5». This also means he will not let you do basic maths either, and will always double check when you are out eating and such

- Payday means taking you out for shopping-day, he buys you anything you want. That means a lot of LEGO

NSFW (obviously mentions of sexual activities, but also drugs):

- While he is usually a clean and neat guy, in bed he is the total opposite of that

- Things humans were never meant to see: the sheets after you’re done fucking. Literally every type of bodily fluid is on there.

- Gives you one of those vibrators with a remote control so he can mess with you whenever, doesn’t matter if he can’t see you. Simply knowing what he is doing to you is enough

- Lots of hair grabbing

- «Whose pussy is this?»

- Way too big for you, but he knows you take it well

- Always growling in your ears and nibbling on them

- Also nibbles on your tits and nipples a lot, such a boob guy

- Sometimes he is the sweetest guy ever, other times he is extremely degrading and toxic, but it turns you on so whatever, fuck feminism

- Once, you tried out hallucinogens, which kept you going for hours on end

- However, your sex is always banging, so hallucinogens are not needed for your sex life

[practically-an-x-man]

You get a professional animator to do one (1) animatic for each of your OCs. What song are you chosing, and what vibes are you going for with each OC?

Ooooooh thank you!!! I've thought about hypothetical animatics for some of my OCs before, but... not ALL of them, so this will be interesting!

Rae: Free by Mother Mother. I'm imagining every "Love let my love inside go... free" being a bloom of her abilities, all this bright silver light as she puts shields around what she loves, and all the other parts of the song being some gentler moments from her life.

Robin: I think it would be fun to play into her musical theatre/opera side - Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams (from Footloose). The animatic would jump between her onstage, playing out the song as an actor in the musical, and some little soft scenes of her and Peter being all cute together.

Madison: I know when you recommended it first I said that Belladonna by Ava Max was more of a Nikoletta song (and it is, but I have a different animatic idea for her here), but it could work for Madison too I think. It would focus on her mutation, maybe a few fight scenes with her blinking in and out of sight with her glass knives. Then we see her knives get shattered, and the fins and spines breaking through her skin (sort of a stylized version of what happens in her story), and then the final chorus is her with her enhanced mutation (really driving home the "poison/venom" themes there)

Ophelia: Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar. I'd definitely go with a stylized fight scene for her, probably the fight against Charybdis since that's her biggest fight scene. I'm sure there are other songs that would fit her, but... idk man, Heartbreaker is just permanently linked to Ophelia in my mind, I really need a fight scene set to that for her.

Gia: Absolute Lithops Effect by the Mountain Goats. I'm imagining it starting with Gia fresh out of HYDRA, limping on an old and unfitting prosthetic and opening up this rundown and boarded-up shop in Hell's Kitchen. Gradually we see the green come into her life again: she cleans up her shop and paints it in bright colors, flowers bloom, her clover thrives across the back wall of her shop, she gets a new prosthetic and bright tattoos slowly gather on her skin as she rebuilds her life.

Jasper: Falling Away With You by Muse. I already used it for a Heartstrings chapter, but it could also work as this quieter, emotional piece for an animatic. With the lyrics, and the way it switches between these softer verses and a more intense chorus, I could see a series of flashbacks between the soft, lighthearted start to their relationship with Kyle, and then the angsty journey to recovery and readjustment after he dies and is brought back.

Kestrel: This is another one you recommended, but Daffodil by Florence + The Machine. I could see a lot of nature imagery, and a lot of Kestrel's transformations into various different animals. I don't have a particular story in mind, just a cool showcase of Kestrel as a character.

Katherine: The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit! I can see Katherine wandering through the desert, with golden magic twining around her hands like ribbons, until this mirage appears ahead of her: at first it wavers, then solidifies into a silhouette of a lion, then splits again into two figures walking towards her - Bastet and Sekhmet. They greet her like family members, maybe pull her into a hug or something, then disappear back into the desert.

Quinn: Breakdown by Icon for Hire. I could see this as a past/present thing, where the first half of the video is her before the accident, running and parkouring with her first crew - and then the music cuts off, utter silence, black and white as she falls and hits the ground. The silence lingers for a few long moments.... and then we're back to the song, full color and vibrancy again, with her post-accident still slipping through the crowds and picking pockets.

Eris: Guillotine Dreams by KiNG MALA for sure!! I want to see Eris fighting like an animal, covered in blood but laughing through the whole way, just causing absolute havoc. I just... I want to see them being an utter riot!!

Nikoletta: I still love Whispers by Halsey for her (thanks again for the rec!) and I think that the tone of it really suits her. I think it would be a very stark animatic, a lot of Nikoletta sitting alone in these dark rooms, a lot of black and white with very few details around her (as an echo of her feeling isolated both internally and externally). Either it could just stay there and be an angst piece, or there could be the gradual addition of colors as she bonds with the Squad - yellow for Rick, red for Harley, eventually a whole myriad of colors for Abner.

Jimmy: Hemorrhage (in my Hands) by Fuel. I'm imagining it starting out pretty angsty... Jimmy's lost kiss, him getting shot in the chest and watching the blood spray out into his hands, him waking up as a ghost and wandering Coney Island, and then... right at the end of the song, while he's on his knees and trying desperately to catch the blood spilling out... we see a figure step in and offer him a hand up, and the blood flow begins to slow.

Prometheus: I know I don't usually include them in the lineup, but... I wrote a whole fic about their transformation from a nightmare into a dream, and it's based on The Calling by the Amazing Devil. I would kill to see that whole transformation sequence set to the song.

[tearsoftime0086]

for the dialogue prompts: " you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch" (Billy and Rebecca... if Billy is fair game, I wasn't sure lol)

They totally are! Thanks for sending in an ask~ (taking requests from here)

~

“You’re lucky you got away with only a scratch.”

The laboratory reference room is dilapidated and host to an unfortunate dead body, but it’s the best they’ve got for now. With a careful eye, Rebecca sprays down the massive claw mark streaking down Billy’s arm. The wound complements his tattoos in a way, save for the caked blood outlining red flesh. “You said it was a giant bat that caused this?” she continues, turning around to grab some gauze in her medical kit.

When she flips back to Billy, he’s smirking. “What, you don’t believe me?” A couple hours ago, that would be enough to send her into a tizzy. Turns out, this is just how Billy Coen operates.

Instead, he gets a tired huff from her. “It just seems a little out of nowhere.”

Billy uses his other shoulder to gesture to the hookshot on the ground. “The carcass is still at the church. Go see for yourself.”

Rebecca’s had about enough of hookshotting around for one night, and it bleeds into her horrified facial expression. Billy flips his head back in victory.

“Guess you’re gonna have to trust me on this one, Rebecca.”

He’d transitioned away from pet-names at some point. Proper manners, but a small part of her wishes he’d bring it back sometimes. Wait, what? She bites her lip and tries to ignore that thought. Gauze. She needs to dress his wound.

The rest of the wrapping manages to be professional. As the two separate, Billy rotates his arm, testing the gauze. He gives her a satisfactory nod. “Good to go, doc.”

She stifles a laugh. Convenient timing; maybe he’d read her mind. “Not yet… the doctor part, I mean.”

He stares at her, a new fondness in his eyes. “Is that something you’d want to do, though?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” She shakes her head. Now’s not the time to be wistfully thinking about the future. The stench of dead zombie is a clear reminder of that. “You ready to go?” she asks, standing up.

Billy quickly joins her, and the two get back to gathering their belongings. She watches him scour the map, happily noting that he’s already back to using his right arm again. If she must go through this nightmare, she’s glad it’s with him.

“Hey, Rebecca. Quick medical question.”

“Yeah?”

“If that was a zombie bat, do you think I’d die of rabies or the virus first?”

Her last thought still stands, even as she rolls her eyes and chooses not to answer.

[ask-edd]

Hey Tom what's the best piercing for a person that has low pain tolerance?

I'd say your best bet is just a regular earlobe piercing, it's most peoples' first for a reason.

DO NOT LET ANYONE USE A PIERCING GUN ON YOU THOUGH, THOSE THINGS SUCK SHIT! Get a trusted friend or go to a professional piercing parlor if you can (they're usually with tattoo shops)

They have kits to do it at home, you just have to make sure you have your ear rings ready to put in and a friend willing to do it for you. You can use ice to numb your ear lobe before the needle goes in so you'll barely feel it. Just make sure once you're pierced that you use isopropyl alcohol (NOT PEROXIDE) on a cotton ball to clean your piercings and the new hole in your ear every day for like a month. After that you should be good to just clean them occasionally.

[acheronist]

how did you start learning tattooing? what made you want to try it?

ohh... hm. Well. Okay to be so honest and short and easy with you I was really depressed and having my quarter life crisis and so I picked it up as a way to try and get myself back on track with like. being alive + doing something semi-meaningful with my life lol

here's the longer detail stuff that I fear is a bit too tenderhearted to just have out in the open

💌

near the end of last year (november-ish) I was yapping with a friend of mine from art school who ended up getting into tattooing after we had graduated, and explaining that i didn't like how publishing illustration was treating me and i felt like i was spinning my wheels and going nowhere. so she really encouraged me to give tattooing a shot? because I needed to do something different and she thought my art style could be really well suited for tattooing... and ofc i've been tangentially aware of tattoo culture but i was always kind of too scared that I wasn't like........ GOOD OR COOL ENOUGH? FOR IT? it seemed very intense and like there wasn't going to be room for me yknow. but anyways after talking with my friend i started doing a lot of research about like.. the history of tattoo culture and how techniques developed over the centuries and what are the popular styles now and what modern health/safety expectations of tat artists are now etc. just kind of taking it all in. following a lot of artists on social media etc and talking to my friend about what her apprenticeship entailed... but I bought myself a shitty cheap tattoo kit online in december and spent most of december-february just trying to teach myself how to handle a rotary pen machine and get a feel for it? and basically spent all of my time either playing around with my machine and fake practice skins or drawing or researching about tattoo history. and then in february/march I redid my whole portfolio with some neo trad designs + my other illust work and started visiting some local shops and basically just begging for 15 minutes to talk to someone in the industry and figure out if I was hopeless or not lmaooo. I went to about five shops and got soundly rejected / turned down from all of them, so I was really taking it as a sign that I should give up? but then the last shop I was going to try was like. idk it felt different and way more optimistic than everywhere else I'd tried at.... the artists on break at the time all took a chance to look thru my portfolio and talk to me, the shop owner is an angel, and so we went from "can I just ask for your professional opinion on if I suck at this or not" to getting introduced to everyone as they were working like "this is isabel she's gonna be our new apprentice!😊" which was!!!!!! CRAZY.

and so it took about two weeks after that before one of the more experienced artists in the shop was like 🙄 Fine I will teach another fucking apprentice I guess. Whatever. and I was like oh no he hates me. (turns out there's some shop lore about how awful the last apprentice was and everyone was kind of waiting to see if I'd turn out the same way) so I've just been working really hard ever since to prove I'm serious and now I'm everyone's favorite little idiot in my shop eheheh

but yeah! so I've been apprenticing officially in my shop since the end of march!!! just learning and trying to be helpful for my artists and trying to take it on the chin that I'm brand new and still learning and have a long way to go yet without getting miserable about it... but I feel very optimistic and way better now than I did in december, and everyone in my shop is soooo so kind and encouraging of my progress it really does feel like... Oh there is hope for me after all!

but yeah anyways. I just wanted to have an archive of my work as I progress and improve? so now everyone who follows my stupid ass blog has to bear witness to me being slightly bad at tattooing for months yet xoxoxo

[gcldfanged]

Trigger warnings: gore, blood, murder, trafficking, implied abuse.

[Rehashed some lines from a old starter that kinda glossed over the inciting incident, but otherwise fresh?]

She'd mistaken him for a customer.

He didn't have the same air, not the acrid stench of rotgut amnesia or the wandering hands. Just... focus. A single-minded kind of drive that made it seem like he was blind, deaf, and dumb the hellish playground of sin playing out in all it's twisted theatricality.

It was Kato who dropped first, just went limp like a ragdoll- a marionette whose string had been cut. Then Shige. All hard men, professionals in the worst senses of the word, just… dying like roaches in the middle of a house fumigation. The other girls stopped whipping their clothes off and stared with their dead, jaundiced eyes, like bloomed gelatin sitting over two pools of nara ink.

Six more half-wits with more muscles than brains tried their luck and the Turk ripped them apart like a slow moving hurricane. His fists crunched into people’s necks, their temples, his hands snapped bone like they were dead twigs, and one guy had his kneecap smashed in so bad, he broke his own neck falling down onto one of the low-lying tables.

Masa was crippled with just as little fanfare, his switchblade flying back and embedding itself into the fabric of the booth seating. He was begging and pleading for his life, Ji-ho swore she might even have seen tears glimmering on his sharp cheekbones like diamonds in the club’s strobing lights. He was as good as dead, but he turned around and started crawling on his elbows towards that knife- It startled her, he looked like hungry ghost slathering for an abandoned offering.

It happened very quickly.

Instantaneous. Like jamming a finger into a light socket. Everything lit up.

She sprang for the blade, thin fingers holding on for dear life as she scrabbled against the scuffed vinyl flooring in a blind, animal panic. No time to say anything or think, just panic and sweat and desperation in that moment. A rough hand clawed into her leg and yanked her backwards an arm's breadth, near ripping off her shorts in the process of trying to reach that holy grail of a weapon- The last thing that might, keyword might, give Masanori a snowball's chance in Hell of not being killed that evening.

So she screams and claws like a yowling kit, gouges a thumb into his eye completely by accident in an attempt to push him off and reels an arm back to drive that wicked swedge of the alloy blade straight into his throat. She's not even aware of what she's doing, just stabbing and stabbing and blood gets into her eyes and makes her start crying reddish streaks down her dirtied face as she keeps screaming.

Masa flops onto his back like a dying carp, like the one tattooed across the breadth of his back emerging from stylized waves that were a hallmark of the classical art pieces smuggled in from Wutai. For a solid minute, she afraid she's legitimately pissed herself, but it's just all the blood- It's pouring out of him like a font from a busted pipe, flecks peppering his goatee and lower jaw like confetti as he chokes and gurgles and makes weak 'kkefhh-kkefhh' sounds because he can't fucking breathe.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" she's still holding onto the knife even as she crawls to his body and jams her free hand against the wound in a futile effort to staunch the vitae from seeping out of every vein running through his larger form.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Mean to... what? I didn't mean to kill you? Who even says that-

A nervous tic, a stuttering mixture of deep heaving breaths of air and hysterical pealing laughter bordering on sobbing.

Steely hands enclose her wrists and Ji-ho doesn't even bother dragging her eyes away from the corpse, just barks out another broken utterance even as the weapon in question is wrested from her grip, the handle of the balisong's hilt in negative forever stamped into the flesh of her palm.

"He- He's going to be so mad at me," she hiccups, dread making her break out into a cold sweat and the blood in her veins turn into ice.

"It's m-my fault- I'm... I..."

The whisper of silky fabric drapes around her head and shoulders, making her flinch and open her eyes in disbelief. His jacket smells like the inside of a cedar trunk- That aroma she recognizes from when deer rub strips of xylem and cambium free from the base of larger trees with their antlers. That mixed with makhorka and cognac and musk- Something deeply familiar and woodsy and comforting.

He doesn't say anything. Just looks down at her peering up at his craggy face, dark feline eyes tracing each wrinkle and line of scar tissue etched across his taciturn features.

Maybe he did say something, or just nodded- Some kind of acknowledgment that she understands he meant without the use of words.

And where he leads her in darkness, she follows.