hidden head

I made a new transmog to celebrate dinging 110 on Vacanahwe.

Head:  (hidden)
Shoulders:  Hateful Gladiator’s Chain Spaulders
Back:  Shroud of the Drowned Adherent
Chest:  Warpwind Vest
Hands:  Warpwind Gauntlets
Waist:  Warpwind Belt
Legs:  Scaled Legs of Ruination
Feet Hooves:  Oronaar Disciple’s Boots  (which are what she’s actually wearing, not transmogged)
Bow:  Ironfeather Longbow

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Aaah, sorry for being late! 
Also, happy birthday for that one Anon! ♡

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reasons to love day6

jae;

  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips

sungjin;

  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • THE RASPY THING HE DOES WITH HIS VOICE 
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 

brian;

  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore

wonpil;

  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon

dowoon;

  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy
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Oh, you may not think I’m pretty, but don’t judge on what you see. I’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall. For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all. There’s nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can’t see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.

Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Word Count: 1.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.

“Chris?”

Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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friendly reminder that
  • though you may not think i’m pretty don’t judge on what you see
  • i’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me
  • you can keep your bowlers black your top hats sleek and tall
  • for i’m the hogwarts sorting hat and i can cap them all
  • there’s nothing hidden in your head the sorting hat can’t see
  • so try me on and i will tell you where you ought to be
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More food for the Dullahan!Flug AU thing~ 

I just love this idea more and more ;v; So yeah I think Flug wasn’t always a Dullahan! Maybe he really crashed down into the mansion of Black Hat with the airplane we can see in the roof? What if he was actually decapitated in the accident? And by the use of Black Hats dark magic (kinda) brought back to life… just not in one piece :”D BH just wanted to have a minion to do his bidding but it turned out that Flug was a really good inventor! So yeah he was lucky and kept him to work for him. To make sure he not just bolts away, he keeps his head hidden… telling him that he will get it back if he succeeds (obviously a lie, poor Flug) Flug also made his (mask) Paperbag-head himself to help him communicate. I’m working on more details about this <3

Hold On (trigger warning)

A/N: I’m in Prague with a friend this week and I put this on schedule so lets hope it works.
Requested to use the line “because I love you, that’s why.” Be aware this has a trigger warning, so think twice before reading. Also, I would love to hear feedback on this because I am honestly so fucking nervous.

Word count: 2,646

Originally posted by moonlightrobinson


Hearing someone you love cry, is probably the worst feeling in the world. The worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I felt her pain. Deep in my chest. In every fibre of my body. With every dense heart beat. I felt it. Hearing her desperate sore cries from the other side of the door, it killed me inside. Left me numb and frozen.

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Surprising Secret; H.S.

To say that I was just a little bit nervous, was quite the understatement. But walking around with just my lingerie, covered by a large trench coat, also felt… quite empowering. I forgot that I had matters to attend to before I’d be seeing Harry tonight; being surrounded by so many people and having this little secret to myself; I’ve never felt this way.

My heels click along the sidewalk, a rhythmic beating that only hyped me up more. Only a few blocks and I’d arrive at Harry’s flat, and I’d see just how surprised I could get him with my small gift.

Our meet-ups were irregular, to say the least. But that didn’t take away the thrill that erupted in my body every single time Harry’s name popped up on my phone. It was almost always the same message:

Are you busy tonight? – H.

And the text I had received held just those words. I almost never turned down his offer for some unadulterated obligation-free fun. I can’t remember when it started, or how, but I was willing to just receive bits and snippets of Harry whenever he had the time. I was single, anyway – and not planning on changing that any time soon.

My contemplation is cut short when I see the familiar large front door come into view. I grant myself another big, nerve-calming breath, and take the few steps up.

“Hi love, lovely to see you again.” Harry greets me, smirk plastered on his lips, his body leaning against his slightly opened doorway. “Likewise H. Mind letting me in? It’s quite cold out, as you know.” I wink, immediately pushing through the door and inviting myself in without another word slipped past Harry’s lips.

“There’s something different about you.” Harry comments as he feel him following me into his living room. I come to a halt at the back of his sofa, my fingertips pressing into the divine leather as I wait for him to enter the room as well.

“Confidence can carry you a long way.” I smirk, turning on my heel and resting my ass against the leather. He slowly approaches me – his gaze is penetrating, although I can’t decipher which emotion he holds behind them.
“Apparently so, yeah.”

“Come on, Y/N. Let me take your coat.” Harry smiles genuinely, stepping closer as he holds his hand out. I unbutton the few buttons that keep my secret hidden from Harry, leaving my coat on. “Of course, H.” I smile. The confidence that courses through me isn’t something I knew I possessed, but I wish it would stick with me until the end of time. I haven’t felt this high in forever.

His hands trail towards my shoulders as I spin a circle, letting Harry glide my coat off of my shoulders. I don’t see his face, but I hear his breathing hitch, a small gasp leaving his lips. “It was your birthday someday this year, right?” I laugh, turning back around, licking my lips as I see the fire blazing in Harry’s eyes.

“Once a year, yeah.” Harry stutters, his eyes glued to my frame. I take a step closer, my hands fluttering over his clothed chest before I grasp it, pulling him closer. “I like seeing you all flustered.” I press my lips against his in an urgent manner. I’ve missed him – missed his touch.

There’s something that seems to click in Harry’s mind and he kisses back with even greater force, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me incredulously close. A moan passes from my lips and I lean my lower body closer to his, using his sofa as leverage.

“How I’ve missed – “ a kiss on my neck, “that ass – “ another kiss to my collarbone, “of yours.” Harry mutters in between, sending heat straight to my core. My fingers are grasping onto Harry’s wild locks for dear life; my leg rubbing along his jean-covered thigh.

Instead of trying to come up with a proper answer I tug his shirt off his toned torso in one swift, fluid motion. I’m meddling with the buckle of his belt when a tiny shriek leaves my lips, Harry’s arms lifting me up as he carries me towards his bedroom.

He drops me onto the bed and I bounce back, my hair fanned out across the neatly made bed. “Is this new?” He motions to the only articles of clothing still covering my private parts and with a curt nod, a smirk grows on his features. “I like.”

“Of course you do.” I hook my pointer finger in his boxers and pull him closer. He kicks off his jeans as he leans over me, our lips hooking into another passionate kiss. His fingers skilfully remove the last bits of clothing as I try my best to do the same – failing miserably.

He aids me and covers my whole body with his, hands wandering, lips pressing everywhere, moans slipping from both our lips. I’m not in the mood for foreplay, it’s been too long since we’ve been together and I can’t wait to feel him again.

I do believe he feels the same as he already starts guiding himself in between my legs, his lips stilling on my collarbone. A sigh leaves his lips as he enters me, followed by a low moan passing my own.

His pacing is slow, exploring, as if this is the first time we’ve been together. I know it isn’t, but it does feel like it. I haven’t seen Harry in months, and I was craving his touch with every fibre of my being.

Without giving it a second thought, the words slip from my lips. As soon as they have though, I press my lips together in a thin line, focusing everywhere but on Harry. It’s words I’ve never spoken to him before, although I’ve felt this many times.
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.”

His teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck while he picks up his pace. His thrusts are quite irregular, as if his mind isn’t with him in the exact moment. I don’t give it another thought as I feel pleasure taking over my body. My fingertips are digging into Harry’s shoulder blades and it edges him on to go even faster.

The only sound filling the air is skin against skin, mixed in with different moans dripping from our tongues. I weave my fingers through his locks once more and give a tight pull, dragging a desperate growling sound from Harry. It causes a shiver to erupt along my naked body and I press my perky breasts against Harry’s hot, flushed chest.

We’re a mingling mess, but it’s just as I love it to be. His hand squeezes my ass roughly and it spirals me even closer to my impending orgasm. I can sense Harry is close to, and to aid him, I start swivelling my hips along his; chasing us closer and closer.

It hits me suddenly, waves of pleasure taking over my body and I chant Harry’s name over and over again as I slowly dwell down from my orgasm. I become aware of Harry still chasing his own, and I pull his body closer against mine. My teeth sink into his shoulder, kitten licking it afterwards.

I slowly drag my lips across his skin towards his ear, again nibbling just the slightest bit on his earlobe before I breathe into his ear; little, heavy moans leaving my lips as I show him just how much I enjoy this moment between us. It seems it’s all that Harry needs as he grunts and stills; his hand gripping my neck tightly, head hidden by my hair.

“That was – I –“ Harry tries to say something, still hidden, and I shut him up as I squeeze both his ass cheeks roughly, growling underneath him. “Hm.”

“I forgot about the sounds you make, Y/n. Damn.” Harry groans as he rolls off me, sprawled against his bedding as his chest heaves up and down at a rapid pace. A giggle passes my lips as I turn onto my side, my nails slowly dragging along his toned abdomen. I see his cock twitch as I do so, Harry’s eyelids fluttering closed.

“Unless you want to go again, right now, I advise you to stop.” Harry moans and I stutter for the shortest moments before moving again. “I don’t think I’d mind that much.”
Harry growls again, pulling my frame close to his. His blunt nails dig into my thigh, slowly dragging up towards my ass before kissing me again.

“Just a second of breath-catching, Y/n. Please.”
“Well okay…” I let out a little whine, my fingertips ghosting along his stomach towards his private regions, lingering there as I see Harry visibly shudder. “I’m not done with you anyway.” I chuckle, dropping my hand all together before reaching for the duvet underneath us.

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” Harry groans again, kneading my breast in his left palm, tongue wetting his plump lips. I shudder at the anticipation of what the evening might still hold for me.

The Broken Hearted Wife

Originally posted by suirisblack

Ivar x Reader


The day you’d been forced to marry Ivar you’d been heart broken. You adored your best friend, both you and Ivar knew that, it was a source of many jealous attempts to get rid of your friend to no avail. He had insisted on attending your friend’s wedding, practically dragging you there, demanding to be at the front of the crowd all the way through the day.

You stood at the water’s edge, watching your friend say goodbye to his wife, knowing Aslaug and Ivar was watching you somewhere out of your gaze. Just as you went to hurry to your friend and say goodbye Ivar seated himself next to you, glaring at the man.


“Such as shame.” Ivar sighed, glancing up at you.

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phantomavenger  asked:

Prompt #11 :)

I loved doing this one. Here’s #11: “If I die I’m going to haunt your ass.”


“You’re the worst, like the actual worst!”

Derek huffed beside him, “if you don’t shut up I’ll leave without you.”

Stiles paused, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock at the threat. He didn’t sense any joke behind it. Instead he went back to his silent freak out as he did his best to ignore the undead groans from the other side of the door.

Zombies. Freaking zombies. As if Beacon Hills couldn’t get any worse. This time if people were bitten they wouldn’t turn into were-somethings. They’d be zombies; rotten, gnarly, undead flesh craving things. Of course Stiles had played his fair share of online games with his friends to fight off creatures, like zombies, but the real thing was much more terrifying. They smelled terrible, their skin looked horrendous especially when it fell off in chunks, and for the love of God the noises were things of nightmares.

Sick pained groans that were hollow and void of any sort of intelligence.

Just hungry.

Very hungry actually since they tried to make him Stilinski a-la-mode about five minutes ago and Derek a Hale sunday.

“This is your plan? Hide in a storage closet?” Stiles asked and flailed just crazily enough to knock over a paint can.

It clattered to the floor with a harsh sound followed by a long silence. Derek’s eyes flashed blue, and gave Stiles level ten of the Hale-Glare-of-Gloom™. From outside the storage room of the old factory the silence gave way to loud hungry moans of the undead, bodies banging against the door. The rusted hinges weren’t going to last if the pileup on the other side grew until the pressure was too much.

“If I die I’m going to haunt your ass,” Stiles muttered as he shuffled backwards until he was flush with the wall, his heart about to beat out of his chest.

“You’re not going to die Stiles,” Derek said.

“I’m so going to die, you’ll probably heal,” he said, his hand ran through his hair but didn’t seem to have its usual calming effect, “oh, God. I’m gonna be a zombie—holy, Derek…you gotta keep my dad away from fast food, alright? His cholesterol is through the roof. Give Scott my comic collection; he’ll keep them safe–”

His panicked ramble was cut off when Derek was suddenly in his space, his hands tight around Stiles’ shoulders. There was this look of…uncertainty in his pale green eyes, and before Stiles knew what happened he was wearing the leather jacket.

“What–?”

“Keep your head down, hang on tight, and whatever happens…run,” Derek said seriously before he hoisted Stiles up onto his back.

Stiles gasped in surprise, his legs automatically locked around Derek’s waist as his arms wrapped around Derek’s shoulders. His mind raced with questions, for example; why the fuck Derek was about to risk his life for him of all people? Seriously there was no rhyme or reason for it, the guy made his dislike for Stiles crystal clear.

The door was kicked open, the hinges flying off and the metal crushed the few zombies right in front of it. There was a split second path and Derek was already running; Stiles let out a small shriek and curled himself tighter against Derek, his head hidden in the crook of Derek’s neck. Hands tried to swipe at him, but the leather and denim he wore made it hard for hands to actually grab and tear into his flesh.

Stiles had no idea how Derek was doing, he had no idea if he was hurt, he had no idea where they were going. At one point Derek jumped, and they free fell for a while before landing. Eventually though they made it to a place where fresh air was all around them and the noises of zombies were gone.

He found it in himself to look up when Derek slowed, they made it out of the old factory, into the back end of the woods.

Victory.

Well almost, because suddenly Derek collapsed to the ground with Stiles still on him. His knees smacked onto the hard ground violently but he had enough sense to roll off Derek, finally taking a second to see if he was okay.

“Oh my God, dude, Derek!” Stiles gasped and scrambled to his knees to shove Derek on his back and off his wounds.

There were angry tears of skin and muscle, blood oozed out in thick globs, and Stiles was so sure he was about to puke. Derek let out a pained sound and tried to curl in on himself only to fail and fall back.

“You so cannot die! We save each other! We don’t freaking die!” Stiles exclaimed, trying to see if the wounds were healing themselves or not.

Hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Derek’s torso. His eyes met pale ones which were riddled with pain. Stiles hated that; he couldn’t even do the cool werewolf pain drain thing, he could only sit there helplessly. He wasn’t just sitting there though, because now he was bent down with lips on his which were surprisingly soft.

So maybe he totally flailed and maybe he accidently bit Derek’s lip, but he was well within his freak out rights. Derek Hale was kissing him and he hasn’t kissed many people, let alone super attractive people that were so out of his league.

Stiles pulled back, lips still semi-puckered with his brows drawn in, “why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?”

Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes, “not…a goodbye kiss, it was a ‘calm down I’m healing slowly’ kiss.”

“So you’re not dying?!”

“No, I can feel myself healing.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Stiles wheezed, leaning back down for another kiss which was probably only a little less clumsy than the first one.

“What kind of kiss was that?” Derek asked softly.

“I think it was a ‘thank god you’re not dead don’t do that to me again you dick’ kiss,” Stiles answered.

“I saved your life. I’d do it again if I had to.”

“Are you getting sentimental on me?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Derek did in fact shut him up.


ASK ME A PROMPT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

We swallow the darkness down through our eyes that have found home in everything we didn’t want to see. Some days the sun seems like a foreign feeling and this skin remains stained in all the ways night didn’t turn out to be. We unfold dark into stars and we still paint new dates with a moon that stays. We don’t know what’s more wrong, the demons inside our head or the ways we never knew if nights ever turn in the right ways.

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