yeah sure the game is a month away and we know nothing of the cc, little of the story and nothing about Ryder’s personality/motivations, but we still have those head canons tho. Plus I love these so get to it.
Skin (Color, blemishes, tattoos, ect):
Misc physical attributes:
Preferred romance option:
Relationship with Alec & Sibling (Do they get along? ect.):
Projected BFF (The squad mate who isn’t bae but you always take):
Other (What else should we know about your Ryder):
tell us about the best bobs burgers tattoos you've seen (I've you seen any and can post them)
okay so primarily the ones I’ve come across on tumblr have been tina belcher-related (which have all been pretty spectacular) – however it looks like all the posts are either buried on my blog or in my links
SO–in order to find some pictures to share–a quick pop over to google provided some damn interesting results
(bonus picture of kristen schaal with her louise inspired temp tattoo)
I adore tattooed Peter Hale/Ian Bohen. Have you read moonstalker24′s latest fic? The gif alone drew me inXD
And because tattooed!Peter gets Stiles all hot and bothered, here’s a little something extra:
Stiles likes biting that neck, especially right over the tattoo. It doesn’t hurt that Peter growls when he does, like he can never help the noise that reverberates deep in his chest whenever Stiles pounces and clings and does his level best to leave his mark on tanned flesh and dark ink.
“Are you sure you’re not a werewolf after all?” Peter asks one time when Stiles is sitting in his lap and grazing his teeth along the outline of the tattoo. The older man’s hands rest on Stiles’ hips, holding him steady even as Peter lets his head loll back to give Stiles more room. His eyes are half-lidded with languid pleasure as he bares the stretch of his throat, and Stiles will never get over how much Peter trusts him.
“Nope,” Stiles mumbles, licking up from the tattoo along a tendon before biting gently at Peter’s stubbled jawline. “Cuz I’m not the one who heals all stupid quick.”
He pulls back and huffs as the hickey he left at the join of Peter’s shoulder and neck slowly disappears. “Not fair.”
Peter chuckles, curling a hand at the back of Stiles’ neck to guide him down into a wet and downright filthy kiss that leaves Stiles gasping. He’s gratified to see that at least Peter’s a little breathless too.
“Bed?” Peter asks, and his voice comes out in a gravelly rumble that - coupled with the searing heat in his eyes - has Stiles scrambling to his feet and tugging impatiently at Peter’s hand, his own gaze riveted hungrily on the bob of Peter’s throat and the smirk that curves his spit-slick lips.
They don’t leave their bedroom again until long past dinnertime.