a very good face

so earlier today I found out that ‘objectified scotsmen thursday’ was a thing from @mad-maddie and since eru’s usually scottish in modern aus i thought it’d be fun to draw maddie’s Kade and Eru by each other since they’re both burly, long haired and redheaded scots w/ tattoos, and then I found out Kade is 6′5″ and it got hilarious 

eru will never not be plagued by ridiculously tall people it seems

things newt scamander probably does

-calls dirt “soil”
-calls tina “dear”
-owns several different colored umbrellas
-only owns one pair of shoes
-incapable of pressing his shirts
-hems his own clothes
-knits poorly
-makes said poorly knitted sweaters for his smaller creatures
-makes poorly knitted socks for himself
-once tried to set his family’s house elf free with one of his father’s coats
-named a hippogriff “Susan”
-has a minor case of face blindness
-is very good at getting very lost
-never on time
-also calls tina “love”, “darling”, and “ma'am” (only when he’s in trouble)

Same Dynamic Couples Headcanons

-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better

-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance

-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond

-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so

-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role

-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom

-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart

-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways

-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse

-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh

-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved

-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible

-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted

BTS’s reaction to you knowing Korean:

A/N: Here ya go, anon <3

~Note that the words in italics are said in Korean~

Jin: Your Korean’s very good,” Jin says, his smile stretching wide.

You hide your face at the compliment, suddenly shy in front of your idol. No, no. This isn’t the time for burning ears, and butterflies caught in throats. After all, this may be the only chance you get to see him. But, you can’t help it. In the dark, cut off by your own hands, everything’s so much easier to say. “Thank you,” you mumble between fingers, “I wanted to be able to talk to you, and to thank you.”

Thank me, for what?”

You’re glad you can hide the burning blush that fringes your cheeks. “I wanted to thank you for inspiring me. I used to be self-conscious, and quiet, but you’ve showed me that it’s okay to be proud of who I am.”

If that’s true…” You jump when you feel his hands on yours, gently pulling them away from your face, so that you see his smile radiating through the crack in your defences, “… why are you hiding?

You let your hands fall completely.

There’s that beautiful face you should be so proud of,” he hums in pleasure, and – blink and you’ll miss it – did he wink at you?

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Yoongi: This is it! Time to meet your idol. Do it, just like you planned. You sit down in front of Yoongi, trying to keep the smile to a I’m-not-creepy-I-just-really-love-you level.

“Hello,” he says, trying English when he sees you aren’t from Korea.

Korean’s alright,” you assure him, pride tingling when his mouth pops into an ‘o’ shape at your practiced pronunciation.

You’ve been learning Korean, then?” he asks, as you hand over your album to sign.

Yep. I’ve also been learning all about Korean culture,” you tell him, puffing your chest.

That so? Tell me something interesting you learnt.”

Well…” A sly smile tugs at your lips, “I learnt about this thing called aegyo…”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Aegyo?”

Can you show me?”

His eyelashes flutter with a small eyeroll. Perhaps he won’t do it. But then… he lifts up his hands: peace sign, puffed cheeks, “will this keep you happy?

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Hoseok: You feel the butterflies in your stomach kick up a ferocious gale as you inch closer to Hoseok. This is it: the moment that you spent your nights dreaming of, the moment your spent your days studying for.

Hoseok looks up, and offers you a smile - the smile, that had you falling head over heels, crashing down for him despite the screen that separated you. Now there’s no screen, just air.

“Hello,” he says, switching to English for your benefit. But it isn’t needed.

Once you find your tongue, you tumble out: “Korean’s alright.”

Oh, you speak Korean?” his smile grows wider, and so does your heart.

Yeah, not very well, but I’ve been trying to learn, so I could speak with you.” Your eyes dip down, a blush spreading across your cheeks from the attention he’s giving you.

What do you mean ‘not very well’?” he asks, and in your periphery vision you see him give you a thumbs up, “You speak Korean better than I do.

That’s a lie, but thank you anyway.” You look up. A mistake. That smile – the smile – has a high chance of stopping your heart mid-thump.

Would I lie to you?

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Namjoon: “Hello.” Namjoon switches out of Korean when you approach, “Is it alright if we talk in English? I need some practice.”

“Oh,” you stumble on your words, “Actually, I was hoping I could practice my Korean with you.”

That’s fine,” he smiles, dimples showing, “Korean or English, I don’t mind, so long as we can understand each other. After all, the reason I keep on studying English is so I can talk to you – the fans.”

That’s your cue to blush. “Actually, I only started learning Korean so I could talk to you. I wanted to be able to thank you in your own language.

Really? It’s great to hear that we inspired you to study Korean.

You nod, thinking back to the days spent hunched over a notebook, studying Korean verbs. It was all worth it, to see Namjoon’s eyes scrunching up as he smiles.

But you know,” Namjoon continues, holding his hands out to you, “Even without English or Korean, I know I’ll always be able to talk to the fans through music, and you can speak to us through your support.”

Your trembling fingers graze his. “I guess music and love are two languages everyone can understand.” How cheesy! Did you actually – oh my g-d! Back out, get out. Abort mission.

But Namjoon’s not laughing at you, or giving you concerned looks, like you’re mad-hatter levels of crazy. Instead he smiling, brimming with affection. You don’t need a translation. You were right about music and love.

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Jimin: Here you are, after years of training, ready to face your idol. Hours spent trawling through Korean books, chatting to native speakers, and watching K-Drama is all about to pay off, as you – yes, you – are going to capture Jimin’s heart in only a few seconds.

“Hello,” Jimin smiles as you move over to him.

You jump in with one of the many pick-up lines you learnt off. “Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Starting with a classic.

What?” Jimin’s hand springs to his mouth – a vain attempt to hold back laughter.

You’ve got his attention. “That’s a nice shirt. Is it made of boyfriend material?”

Really?” Jimin chuckles under his breath, then asks, “Where did you learn this Korean?”

I have Korean friends.” You shrug, trying to stay mysterious - a person of intrigue. You want to be someone he’ll wonder about for weeks to come. After all, the main objective is to make an impression. Of course, you can’t have all of his heart. But you can occupy a small part of it, and you’ll fight to catch hold of that one tiny patch as best you can.

Friends, huh?” Jimin’s still struggling to contain a smile. “They teach you any other awful lines?”

You wriggle your eyebrows. Is that an invitation for more? He’ll be regretting that later. Prepare the cheese canons, this is about to get over the top, dad-joke level bad. “Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Ah, you need to try harder than that.”

Are you the milky way? Because you’re out of this world.”

These are so bad.”

Are you a boxer? Because you’re a knockout.”

I think I need to have a serious talk with your friends.” He says that, but his eyes are lit up like Seoul at night, and his laughter is tickling your ears. You count that as a win.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: Taehyung always tries his best to remember the faces of fans. While he holds their hands, and listens to them spill their emotions, his eyes scan their features, looking for something he can remember them by: a cute freckle, a scar, a spark in an eye. But after all the fans have left and the seats are empty, he fears they’ll blur into a messy collage of eyes, noses, and lips.

That was never a fear with you.

It wasn’t because of your striking eyes, or your soothing voice, or the way your lips turn up a certain way when hold your laughter. No. Nothing to do with that. It was because of his first impression of you (they really do count), the first blurted words to come out of your mouth:

Please don’t talk to me in English!”

He faltered mid- ‘hello’, and stared at you, surprise splattered on his face.

You continued, “Um… sorry, was I rude? I didn’t mean to be, but I spent a lot of time studying Korean just for this one moment, and… um… I’m sorry… should I just start again?” A pause. More surprise on Taehyung’s end. You continued, “Hello, my name’s Y/N, and I’ve waited three years to meet you.”

The jumbled apology, slash explanation, slash introduction was like a slap across the face with its honesty, its desperation, and… okay, yes, it’s adorableness. And when Taehyung looked you in the eyes, your intense gaze had him reeling, like he’d been slapped again. He felt it in his fingertips, and his mouth. It was a violent feeling, but he wanted to feel it again.

That’s why he’s delighted to catch sight of you in the crowd at the next fan-sign. He nudges Hoseok, before pointing you out, “Hyung, that’s the fan I was telling you about.”

Originally posted by fykimtaehyung

Jungkook: “For me?” Jungkook looks up from your present. His English is hesitant, but cute, stuttering like your own heartbeat.

You nod, trying to calm your jittery insides. You had been keeping that Iron Man plush in your wardrobe for the past few months, waiting for the moment you could hand it over.

“Thank you,” he offers you a shy smile, “I’m sorry… my English - it’s not very good.”

That’s okay,” you attempt in Korean, “I know a little Korean.”

“Oh,” the air rushes out of him, bottled up, now spilling out, “That’s good, I always get so nervous speaking English.

“I’m the one who should be nervous,” you say, “I mean, I’m meeting you. You! You’re so handsome and talented… and I’m just… me.

No, you’re not… just… just.You’re pretty enough to give me a heart attack,” he places a hand on his chest to demonstrate. Is he… flirting?

When you recover from giggling at his joking, he blows you a kiss, and now there’s no doubt. He is definitely flirting. What happened to that shy boy from a few moments ago? He’s nowhere to be seen. Someone check lost and found, put up missing person signs. He’s gone, and a new confident Jungkook sits in his place. 

Not that you’re complaining.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

(I did not make the gifs)