i think i'm going to fix the hair and wing though

anonymous asked:

Heyyyy, your writing is life. I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH! Could you please do wolfstar headcanons where Remus has...werewolfy tendencies? Does that make sense? Like he's dominant and possessive and marky. I'm not making sense.

Thank you!!! <3 And you most definitely make sense yES:

  • Remus doesn’t like people touching Sirius too much
  • Not hand shaking, or back patting, or hair ruffling- just no.
  • Remus doesn’t like it.
  • He has an especially rough time containing this fact
  • So, because of this, Quidditch after-parties (especially ones where Sirius has done rather well in the previous game) are not his thing
  • Because that’s all people jumping on Sirius and hugging him and giving him jokingly sloppy kisses on his cheek and messing up his hair and everything that Remus and Remus only should be allowed to do
  • And he tries to just sit there and ignore it. He tries to just drink his butterbeer and not watch but he can hear it
  • He can hear the “Well done, Black!” and the hand shake and the “Fuck yeah, Sirius!” And the hug
  • And he knows that when they’re in bed together later that night he’ll be able to smell all these other people all over him and he hates that
  • Because Sirius is his
  • And if he’s going to smell like anything other than himself it will be Remus
  • So his grip on his drink slowly gets tighter and his eyes get narrower and the angrier he gets the more heightened his senses become which is not helping
  • The final straw is Angie Rosebow and Caroline Courflush kissing Sirius on each cheek at the same time and no no no those cheeks are not theirs they are Remus’ they have no right he’sminehe’snottheirsstoptouchinghimstopstopstophe’sminestop
  • And the next thing he knows he’s flinging his drink down on the table and grabbing Sirius out of their clutches and pushing him behind him and fucking growling at the two giggling girls
  • They stop their giggling immediately and stare at him in shock
  • “Whoa, Moons, alright there, love?”
  • Remus whirls around and growling out a “you’re mine” through his teeth, low enough for only Sirius to hear
  • Sirius is just as shocked as the two girls behind them are but at the same time all his blood seems to be rushing downwards because Remus is flushed and he’s got a bruising grip on Sirius’ hips and he’s fucking hot and calling Sirius his and he’s so turned on right now
  • “Y-Yeah…”
  • Remus just shoots one more glance at the party and he knows he can’t stand it anymore, “C’mon.”
  • He pulls Sirius up the dorm staircase and into their dorm room. He locks the door and throws some locking and silencing charms up which instantly makes Sirius’ heart beat faster because what is about to happen
  • Before he can think much else he’s being shoved against a wall and Remus is attacking his mouth and tugging at his clothes, “need to get their fucking scents off of you…”
  • And Sirius doesn’t really know what the hell he’s on about but if it involves taking their clothes off he’s all for it.
  • Pretty soon Remus has got all Sirius’ clothes in a pile far away from their bed and he’s just attacking Sirius’ neck and shoulders and Sirius feels his teeth so many times he thinks he’s going to pass out from the sheer intensity of it all
  • “You’re mine, Sirius. Promise me.”
  • Fuck- I’m yours. I’m yours, holy shit, Moons.”
  • He thinks he might have passed out because the next thing he knows, he’s waking up with Remus curled up next to him, much more peaceful
  • He watches Remus sleep for a little bit before he decides he better get up and get ready for classes
  • He walks sleepily into the bathroom, prepared to start brushing his teeth but stops dead in front of the sink when he sees his reflection
  • His shoulders and neck- fuck, his entire torso- his hips even, are positively covered with purple and red marks, ranging from small little nips to full on and rounded bruises roughly the size of a Galleon
  • “Merlin,” Sirius stares at himself in amazement, turning and looking over his shoulder to see more - they trail down his shoulder blades to his wing bones - light, red nail marks are sunk into his skin
  • “God, Remus.” Sirius whispers to himself, “What the- Merlin.”
  • “Morning-” James stops dead in his tracks towards the sinks, his eyes fixed on Sirius. His eyes slowly get wider and wider, “For fucks sake. What did he do to you?”
  • Sirius stutters, “I-”
  • “No. No I don’t want to know-”
  • “Morning.” Comes another, softer voice from the doorway
  • James gives Sirius a little salute and quickly names his exit (”I did not need to see that.”)
  • “Remus!” Sirius gestures wildly to himself, “Wha-” He turns back towards the mirror, “For Merlin’s sake!”
  • Remus just walks up to Sirius and wraps both arms around him from behind, gazing at Sirius in the mirror intensely 
  • It’s then that Sirius notices just how good Remus smells - not like a store bought scent though… like he’s just radiating off… him. His own thick scent that can only be described as Remus and it’s like it’s surrounding them
  • “Remus-?” But the next thing Sirius knows Remus is pressing his nose deep into Sirius’ neck and inhaling.
  • Sirius feels frozen as he feels Remus’ grip tighten, his eyes flutter close for a second before they flash back open as Remus very gently bites over one of Sirius’ already sensitive marks
  • Remus straightens back up with a pleased smile on his face, pressing a kiss to one of the larger marks on Sirius’ shoulder and nodding to himself, “Much better.”


anonymous asked:

I'm so glad I found you, I cry tears of joy every time I see stuff about lovely vanderwood they make my life. So if it's not too much trouble could I get some of your headxanons for the RRA and our lovely minor trio having a makeup artist/stylist MC who's constantly fussing over their S/O looks as well as their own war paint and armour when they're feeling down


  • ok babe
  • *cracks knuckles*
  • you are getting out of that hoodie and into something nice. (◕‿◕✿)
  • The first day Yoosung goes to school after letting you work your magic on him, he turns heads. like. literal transformation. everyone is stunned. people at school think a model has come onto the campus. Yoosung sends a selfie to the chatroom and they’re like
  • what
  • what happened.
  • did the glow of love bestow upon you a heavenly complexion and cheek-bone structure or what
  • Yoosung doesn’t know what to do about the attention, because he can’t even think of looking away from you.
  • Sometimes you do Yoosung’s makeup even when all he intends to do is stay inside and play games. He notices that the number of guild-members who want to video-chat with him skyrockets.


  • like, zen already had a makeup artist but you are dedicated, and you go beyond just the normal stuff too
  • One day, you give Zen a deer nose and fawny speckles on his face. Another, you transform him into a fairy. On a third day, you paint scales on him, and oh god jaehee is dying
  • this woman is ur new best friend ok
  • You take photos of your work and your make up + Zen’s face takes off in popularity
  • Seven probably helped admittedly, but the two of you become basically an overnight sensation, and you start dressing Zen up in fun outfits, too.
  • He ends up landing a part as a satyr in a musical, with you doing the costuming. Your creative spirits feed into each other… and it’s both inspiring and terrifying for everyone around you.


  • you’re going to make Jaehee look fierce all day, every day.
  • Whenever you’re in public, the two of you just have a… a look that you share that means, ‘we’re going to the bathroom to freshen up’. 
  • freshening up both means ‘make out a little’ and ‘touch up your makeup’ because it always makes you feel happier and more in control when the both of you are on point.
  • they should put the two of you on magazine covers because d a m n are you the finest ladies in the room.


  • His… appearence? But he pays people for that. He’s fine, isn’t he?
  • jumin. sweetie. no. you look great but ur gonna make him look even better, ok?
  • ok.
  • TBH he, like Jaehee, also gets away from everyone else to redo his makeup and make out with you, but he is far less subtle about it.
  • Sometimes he’ll even purposefully smudge something or spill a drop of something on himself to get you to take care of it in private.
  • Once, when it’s just you and Jumin at home alone, you give him perfect winged eyeliner, and Jumin sends a blurry selfie of himself to the chat with the captain of, ‘Meow’.


  • do you understand what sort of monster you have released.
  • you definitely help Seven with his crossdressing hobby. tbh, you probably crossdress yourself, and the both of you are just the most fabulous pair on the block.
  • Seven loves having you do his make-up because it’s so… intimate and nice. You’re close and touching his face, and he just idly rests his hands on your waist while you do your magic.
  • You go shopping together, try on clothes… Basically just have a total blast.
  • Seven gets really into glittery and shiny eyeshadow. He says it matches his eyes~
  • (you’re smoothing out his lipstick with your finger one day and he just kinda… bites your finger like woah dude omg//////)


  • He doesn’t really……. get it, but he indulges you because you know doing it curbs your anxiety.
  • It feels weird feeling you apply it at first, but it starts becoming a comforting routine. Every morning you style his hair and do his makeup, and you’ll ask him what sort of look you should go for yourself that day.
  • Sometimes he just gives you plain, reasonable answers, but occasionally he’ll spice it up by saying things like, well - why not try electric blue lipstick? Or, something that reminds me of a tiger.
  • It makes you happy to know that V had a hand in influencing your appearance. Whenever you look in the mirror, you think of him and smile.


  • wtf no get those brushes away from his face
  • back off u - …oh you’re just… fixing that stuff he puts under his eye to make him look edgy?
  • well. okay.
  • look, this boy has trash fashion sense, okay? you teach him how to wear leather properly and do the collar thing right. Also, if he wants lashes, he’s going to do it properly.
  • Saeran kind of sulks and grumbles about it - always telling you to make him look cool and tough, not like his dumb brother… but he lets you have your fun.
  • Eventually, though… he starts to kind of melt under your touch, becoming way more calm, complacent, and just… gentle.


  • they are actually hella down for being your canvas.
  • They compliment you on your own appearance one day, and you take them by surprise when you ask if you can make them look nice.
  • they’re not used to… like……….. they’re just….. they’ve never had someone who cared, aside from Seven, but they don’t really trust Seven to not fuck with them.
  • You hum as you apply foundation and put a gloss on their lips, and it’s actually pretty hypnotizing. 
  • When you’re finished, you show them their face in the mirror and they’re like -
  • woah. damn. that’s - that’s me? that’s.
  • holy shit.
  • i look hot.
  • you’re just beaming and bubbling and tell them you’re~ going to do their hair next~ and they’re just like
  • hell yeah whatever you want darling.
  • Seriously, they’ve never been one to state at themselves in a mirror but they can’t help it now. Every store window they pass? Definitely admiring your work (and you beside them lmao)

anonymous asked:

What style do you think Lucifer's wings would be? I'm thinking of the 3-wing pattern (Cuz he's an archangel) and maybe red with orange patterns? Idk

Aw man, that does sound awesome! I did give Luci wings already: 

All archangels have gold featuring in their wings, probably a mutation to go with their altered genetic makeup

Lucifer has had his (already not that terribly great) trust in humans quite thoroughly decimated. Bought by people who had no idea at all how to handle an angel, let alone an archangel, they put heavy emphasis on discipline and when that didn’t work, increasingly heavy corrective collars.

One of those collars malfunctioned horribly, resulting in severe burn scars on his face, neck and upper chest :(

You’ll notice the red tag on his collar; that indicates he has purposefully attacked a human before and is thus marked ‘dangerous’ and not to be approached.

In a twist that no one saw coming though, he worships the ground Chuck walks on and is very easily handled by the man. He looked like above when Chuck took him in, he’s a bit more grown when Gabe and Cas meet him, though.

Lucifer-meeting-Chuck drabble under the cut! EDIT: I was informed the cut didn’t work for some people, have the entire thing without cut (sorry aah)

Word goes around very quickly, and people are bringing angels to him to get advice on how to handle them. Chuck spends most of his time in a quiet, internal panic because how is this his life, seriously. Angels seem drawn to him, no exceptions and the knowledge on how to approach and soothe them comes naturally. He’s able to fix or improve a lot of strained interaction between angel and owner and he thinks that’s it. Until someone brings in a crate. A crate that’s making these awful, furious snarly noises and rocking with the force of the ire of the occupant. Chuck warily unlatches the crate- while the owner leaves the room in quite a hurry- and a snarling blur lunges out of it immediately.

It halts in its steps the moment it sees Chuck, however. The blur turns out to be a young angel, and Chuck muses dazedly that he’s never seen a six-winged angel before. The white, gold-speckled feathers are spread aggressively, although the wings are beginning to fold down a bit as the angel regards Chuck with the by now familiar look of awe dawning in its ice-blue eyes. “…hi?” Chuck offers up tentatively. He absently wonders why he’s not more apprehensive of the clearly frustrated angel but he’s only feeling calm. The angel hesitates another second before he decisively trots up to Chuck, smiling hesitantly. Chuck allows the angel to latch onto him, a small cooing noise expressing the angel’s contentment as he carefully cards his fingers through sandy-blond hair.

The moment his stunned owner steps into the room however, all that violent energy surges back into the fledgeling, his wings bristling to full width once more as he tries to turn towards his owner with bared teeth. Chuck gently but firmly strokes down the back of the angel’s neck till the angel reluctantly but calmly bends his head forward to Chuck’s chest. Chuck clears his throat while glancing at the petrified owner in the door opening. “I’m keeping him,” the writer informs the other human. “…yep,” comes the faint reply.

And that’s how Chuck ends up with Lucifer.

anonymous asked:

How did Hartwin's first kiss happen?

Harry leaned over his desk, resting his forehead in the palm of his open hand, the other nervously twiddling the lit cigarette dangling between two fingers. The sun had almost gone down, casting pale orange light into the room and onto his face, not that he cared enough to move. Strictly speaking, he shouldn’t even be smoking in here, but hell, he figured, he was Arthur, he could do as he bloody well liked. He stood in a sudden movement, his body seeming to decide to do so before his mind did, and he was walking across to the window, one hand in his pocket, the other bringing the cigarette to his lips.

“Go home, Harry.”

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For Mari, who is wonderful. The wrong luggage AU I promised so many weeks ago! And hopefully the first chapter of a longer fic.


After spending what’s felt like days in airport terminals and uncomfortable seats and gut-churning turbulence, Annabeth finally steps off the plane onto solid California ground. It’s nice, after so long sitting, to stand up again and stretch her legs, breathe fresh air. She steps to the side to avoid the rush of people coming from the bridge and turns her phone back on. Her dad will have gotten here an hour early to pick her up. Ever punctual.

Hey Dad, she texts. I just landed. Meet you in the usual spot.

Tugging at her bookbag straps, Annabeth makes her way past a few gates, ready to be done with flying for a while. It’s only eight o’clock, but with the time difference, she feels exhausted. She catches glimpses of the evening sun through the windows of the terminal. It sun feels brighter here than it does in New York, and as she walks, she welcomes the warmth curling through her chest.

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glints in the night, commas and amperands

an: Well. This happened. The Veronica Mars/ Captain Swan fic no one ever asked for. Any dialogue you recognize has been pulled from VMars or Once Upon a Time, and I own none of it. If you haven’t seen Veronica Mars, there is a big chance this will make zero sense to you, but I hope everyone enjoys it.

“I thought our story was epic you know. You and me. Spanning years and continents, lives ruined, bloodshed epic. No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“Emma. I need your help.”

“I don’t… really do that anymore.”

This is how it begins. She’s kept out of the life for almost a decade now, it shouldn’t be that hard for her to say no now.

Only it’s Killian, and just like always, the pull of him is just…too much.

She makes excuses to Walsh as she packs her bag, tells herself she’s going to visit her brother and take that phone call from the law firm and she’s going to find Killian a good lawyer and that will be that. Done.

It’s been nine years, and Emma is over it.

(She’s almost a good enough liar that she believes herself. It was over before it ever began.)


He meets her at the gate and it’s like a little timer goes off - she’s been baking for nine years and here he is in his dress uniform, ready to take her out of the oven.


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