you sneaky bastard you!



In case you never noticed, Solas was at the tavern in Haven before the breach, subtly seen in the background of Varric’s personal trailer. 

Bent over a table, his attention buried in the book he is reading, he briefly sits up straight to stretch his back and returns his attentions to his book. He sits alone in the corner, his fingerless gloves are apparent as is the dark wolf pelt worn upon his right shoulder and his green breeches. He looks up as Varric confronts a drunken patron, then he is lost in the crowd as the breach explodes in the night sky. 

Cassandra: I’ve wondered: How did you know to approach us, Solas?
Cassandra: The Breach opened, we were scrambling and barely had time to think… and there you were.
Solas: I went to see the Breach for myself. I did not know you would be there.
Cassandra: You must not have been far away.
Solas: I was not. I’d come to hear of the Conclave, but did not want to get close.
Cassandra: Hmm. Lucky for us, then.

….’lucky’ indeed.


The 5 stages of me discovering that Daesung had a comeback but yg deadass silenced it like a fucking nasa experience.

Just Me, Coffee, & My Big Mouth

Originally posted by subcas

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Characters- Sam x Reader, Mary
Summary- You can’t leave it alone, so you have to say your piece. All you can do is hope she’ll listen, and that Sam won’t be too upset.
Word Count- 1,620
Warnings- mild cursing? Also kind of calling Mary out a little on her bs about “needing space”.
A/N- This is for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge! My prompt was “I mean, what if there’s something…not natural?” I’m sorry it’s a little late, ladies but I hope you enjoy!

You know you shouldn’t be here, and yet you are. If Sam knew, you were sure he’d tell you to leave it be. He’d tell you that it ‘doesn’t matter’. Like hell it matters, you think. You knew it mattered to him. To Dean, too. They were your broken little family and if you could do anything to fix it, you would.

That’s why you were in Oregon. Tracking the phone hadn’t been that hard- the tricky part was setting up the meeting in the old diner to look like coincidence. You angled yourself just right, right at the bar where you knew she’d sit and waited. It wasn’t long until she showed, blonde hair curled nicely and clothes not too unlike what you were wearing. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes tripping over your own figure before she beelined toward you. You act nonchalant, pushing yourself to act natural.

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“I worked so damn hard to make this ice cream date happen,” Jimin hisses through gritted teeth, his right arm pinning the thief’s neck against the window pane of an ice cream shop. “You better get the fuck out of my sight or I will bust your motherfucking face through this window so hard your mom won’t recognize you.”

“Oh my god Jimin! Are you okay?!”

“J-jin-hyung!” He quickly releases the thief from his hold and runs to Seokjin. “Jin-hyung, I was so scared!” He buries his face on the older’s chest. He takes a peek at the thief who immediately runs for his life without looking back.

“My poor Jiminie, you’re safe now.” Seokjin cups his face.

Jimin hiccups his fake sob and wipes his own crocodile tears. “I just wanted to eat ice cream with you…”

“How about this. Let’s just buy some ice cream and we can head back to my place. We’ll snuggle underneath my super warm and comfy throw and you can tell me all about your dance competition and everything. How does that sound?”

“B-but Jin-hyung, aren’t you, like, super busy with school and stuff?”

“Not busy enough for an ice cream with you, silly.” He bops the tip of Jimin’s nose with a finger and smiles his ever loving smile.

“Jin-hyung, you’re the best!” He wraps his arms tightly around Seokjin’s waist and marvels at the thought of their tangled limbs and flushed bodies beneath a super warm and comfy throw at the privacy of Seokjin’s condo. Who knows, maybe he’ll get to lick the melting ice cream off of Jin-hyung’s skin and pin the unsuspecting hyung on the carpet and show him how flexible his body can be if he lets Jimin teach him. Just a thought.

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Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s Vegas 3, enjoy this banter, sin, and fluff. I enjoyed writing it. I love this series so much, actually. Oh yeah, and this is only halfway edited, so don’t kill me if there are careless mistakes.

Word Count: 2293

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. quickie, mouth covering, trying not to get caught sex

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

“Daveed!” You yelled frustratingly from his kitchen. It was the morning after the concert and you were sore, frustrated, and most of all energy-deprived, so when you realized that you couldn’t reach the coffee mugs in his kitchen, you were already fed up.

You felt a warm pair of bare arms snake themselves around your waist and a body press itself against you from behind.

“Hmm?” Daveed’s breath was hot against your neck, creating goosebumps on your body.

You sighed, subconsciously leaning back into him. “Why do you put your coffee mugs so damn high on the shelf? You know I can’t reach them.”

“My bad,” he murmured, reaching up to grab a mug for you and set it on the counter. You knew he was smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “But it’s not my fault you’re short.”

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Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 3

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 18454

Summary: Draco discovers you’re not well, and that you’ve been harming yourself. He refuses to let you do it anymore.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part four! Super sorry it took so long to write this part. If you guys submit Ideas for a next part and ones ever after that, it will be a lot easier to write! Also sorry for how short it is.

( @1mintymay1-blog )

Feel free to submit ideas for future chapters or other fics/one-shots etc.

Warnings: Swears, Self-harm (not the action but proof of it)

Part 1 Part 2

Things had changed since that night. Drastically. Snape was headmaster, you skipped most of your classes, curled up in the room of requirements with a good book, and Deatheaters and dementors were constantly around the school. Draco had not spoken to you since that night. You were sure that he held you accountable for his pain, you didn’t blame him. It was your fault. Or perhaps he finally realized you’re not worth his time. Or maybe he was actually just pretending to be kind to you so you didn’t foil his stupid plan. Though not actually knowing hurt more than you thought it would. How could you fix what’s wrong when you don’t know why he’s not around. All you can do is thrive on the mistakes you might have made along the way.

You were in your dorm room now, putting on your uniform and getting ready to face another day. You ran your fingers through your white hair in an effort to comb out some tangles before heading off to Dark Arts, which they had now instituted upon Snape’s rise to being headmaster. You still didn’t have a wand, you weren’t allowed to leave the property… you all were practically hostages in this damned castle. Though even if you were released… what would you have to go back to? A shitty foster family and a lonely town? Being here was no doubt better than going back to that hellhole.

Upon a last glance in the mirror, you headed out into the common room of your house, walking right through, ignoring all the people around you giving you awkward sideways glances.

While on your way to what was previously the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, an eagle owl swooped above your head and dropped something right on the floor in front of you. You were tempted to just leave it, how could it have been yours? No one ever owls you, mostly because no one has anything to say to you. Though something in you was telling you that no owl was irresponsible enough to leave a message with the wrong person.

You reached down and picked up the envelope off the floor, flipping it around in your hand, looking to see if it was addressed to anyone, though you found no ink on the outside of it. It wasn’t even sealed, simply tucked in as if the person had been in a hurry.

Skeptically, you stuck your thumb into the envelope, popping it open and pulling out the slim paper from within. In hurried, sloppy handwriting was written:


Astronomy tower tonight, come if you want. If not, don’t.

It wasn’t signed, but you remembered those words from when you wanted to help Draco. It had to be him. But what if it wasn’t? Either way, you were going to find out.

All day you were itching with anticipation. Could Draco really to the one to reach out to you? Who else would it be? You hardly talk to anyone else. You couldn’t eat all day, your stomach was churning too much to hold down any food.

You didn’t want to seem too eager, but you couldn’t stop yourself from running up the stairs to the astronomy tower after the sun had set. You’d obviously beat the person there because there was no one in sight when you arrived. You felt the cold breeze from the open arches that plummeted down to the ground.

You don’t know what you expected, but no one showed up for a while. Perhaps Draco had backed out, or perhaps it wasn’t him at all and someone was messing with you. Just as you were about to leave, you heard the heavy door to the tower open and close. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were tempted to hide but the best you could do was pull your sleeves over your hands.

Draco seemed shocked to see you as he rounded the corner.

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“Y/N.” He breathed out, walking over towards you hurriedly, pulling you into a warm hug. You were limp in his grip. What on earth was he doing? You haven’t spoken in what seems like forever and he’s embracing you now. “Are you alright? I know we haven’t spoken in a bit but you have to understand, I don’t want you to be hurt.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gripped your wrists tightly, causing your eyes to water. He noticed. “Darling are you okay? I’ve never seen you cry.”

You pulled your wrists from his grasp and took steps away from him. he gave you a confused look, running a hand through his hair. You said nothing for a while, you two ended up sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of the astronomy tower window, laying on your backs.

“It’s hot tonight.” He spoke quietly, looking at you. Your eyes were closed and your hair was still blue, so he figured you were awake, “You still have your robes on, you’re sweating.” He sat up and held his hands out, “Come on let’s get you out of that thing.” It took him a moment to discover you were asleep.

He took a deep breath and watched you for a moment, he’d never seen you sad in your sleep before, in your dreams your hair was always a radiant blonde, and you had a small smile on your lips. He’d never gather the strength to ask you about what you were dreaming.

Carefully, he tugged the robes over our shoulders in an effort to keep you cool. He had successfully pulled the silk fabrics from your body, he waited longer to see if that’s done the trick. He watched you closely, your blue hair, your slightly parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest as you laid there, legs dangling in the breeze. Your hands draped lightly on your stomach, rising and falling with each breath. Your nose twitched every now and then, and it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He watched as beads of sweat continued to build upon your forehead. He sighed, disappointed that removing the robe wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t want to have you overheat either.

Carefully, he moved your arms, unbuttoning your right sleeve cuff and rolling your sleeve up to your elbow. His heart dropped at the sight of scars on your beautiful skin. How could you do this? He was angry now. He grabbed your other arm more forcefully than before, rolling up the sleeve as you startled awake, fighting your arm away from him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”You snapped at him, frantically rolling down your sleeves. He fought against you, pulling your arms back to him, forcing your sleeves back up your arms.

“What the hell am I doing?” He shouted at you, “What the fuck are you doing?” He gestured to your wrists. “What the FUCK!” He shouted, you were scared, and your hair reflected that. It did something he’d never seen before, your hair was a dark black. When he realized he was scaring you, he let you go and let you slump away from him. There was no point in rolling your sleeves down, he already knew.

There was silence for a moment. Your eyes were searching the Hogwarts campus, searching for something to watch, some excuse to not have to look at him. Meanwhile, his eyes were watering as he looked down at your wrists. There were old lines, white and fading… then there were vicious red lines, new, only freshly on the mend. You didn’t realize he actually cared until you heard him sniffle. When you looked to him, there was a soft tear falling down his cheek.

“How could you do this Y/N?” He looked up to you, “Why?” He slipped his hand into yours, his eyebrows lacing together, he dropped it instantly and stood up. “How fucking dare you Y/N? You have NO right to do that!” What was he talking about? You had every right… you had the only right. You got angry fast, your hair turning a fiery red. Malfoy was not phased, he was too angry to be worried about you snapping at him.

“You’re one to talk!” You shouted at him, standing up to get on the same level. “You’ve sold yourself to Voldemort for fuck’s sake! You’re telling me I don’t have a right to my body but you do? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“This isn’t about me, Y/N, it’s about you, and it’s about how you’re so fucking broken and I can’t do anything about it!” He shouted, taking steps closer to you. You would have been worried that someone would hear the two of you if you hadn’t been so angry. “I can’t do shit! I do everything I can! I’m around you and you’re sad, I give you your space and you’re sad. I don’t know what to do! I want to help you!” He took another step closer, you were only a couple feet from each other. “You won’t let me! Can’t you see I fucking care about you? Get it into your head Y/N, I’m here to stay, even if you don’t want it, even if you’re sad that I am, I’m fucking here for you.” You looked at him angrily, pushing your lips together, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Fuck. You.” You spat the words out like venom.

“If you really want to.” He smirked cheekily. He was still that sneaky bastard you’d known. You were confused, but before you could say or do anything, he put his hands behind your neck and pulled you closer and pressed your lips to his. You melted inside.

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He pulled away and looked at you, a tear falling down his cheek again.

“Please… Y/N… I just want to keep you safe. Let me keep you safe.” He spoke softly, bringing your wrist up to his lips and planting a solid kiss. A tear fell to your feet as you cried. No one has cared the way he has. He cared. It was a mix of pain and joy. He looked back up at you and a large smile broke onto his face as he pushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from your face. “There’s my beautiful, happy girl.” You could only giggle and sniffle as you looked into his stunning gray eyes. “I promise, I will be by your side from now on. No more bullshit. You and me. Y/N and Draco against the world.”

Matt: M-me!? What n-no I don- 

Tom: Oh, Right so who is she, Matt?!

Matt: N-no I- Tom I don’t! It’s not-

Tom: You so do!? You have to tell me you sneaky bastard! 

Matt: T-Tom, please!

Camp Counselor || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @taco-queen-abi: Hey so Idk if you’re doing requests still from your prompt list but I’m just gunna send this anyways.. #5, #9 and I think #40.. I need more comfort one-shots and stuff idk why 😂

5.) “I’m not here to make friends.”

9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

40.) “The kids, they ambushed me.”

Gif by @stlinskim

The Reader is a camp counselor during the summer and one day her boyfriend Jughead Jones visits her at work.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!!


Jughead Jones III didn’t visit you at work. It’s not that he didn’t want to, it was just that it was nearly impossible to. Your summer job as a camp counselor was nearly two and a half hours away and Jughead didn’t have a car. Even if he did, it would’ve been too long a trip to drive. So when your boyfriend of two years showed up at the camp one day in the late afternoon seemingly from out of nowhere, you were suspicious.

“You gonna tell me why you’re really here?” you asked Jughead as you sat with him and a third grader named Jonathan who was drawing.

The other kids were playing with their water guns, but Jonathan was different. He didn’t like the other kids. He was quiet and kept to himself. He reminded you a lot of a certain teenage boy sitting next to you.

Jughead rolled his eyes and turned to look at the kids playing with water guns behind you.

“What, can’t I come and see my girlfriend at her work?” he asked casually.

You rolled your eyes.

“Jughead, you don’t have even have a car.” you said.

Now Jughead rolled his eyes.

“I told you, Archie gave me a ride.” he said.

You snorted.

Like you believed that.

Deciding to let it drop for now, you shrugged.

“Alright,” you said, still not totally convinced. “However, I still don’t quite understand why you decided to come up and see me when it’s nearly 7 o’clock,” you said, looking up at the sunset. “I mean, I’m thrilled you’re here, but why are you here so late?”

Jughead didn’t answer. He just smiled and pecked your cheek, getting up.

“I’m heading to the concession stand. Want anything?” he asked.

You shook your head and sighed, realizing you weren’t going to get a definite answer from him.

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.” you said and Jughead nodding before walking off.

You turned your attention back to Jonathan.

“So, Jonathan, enjoying your time at camp so far?” you asked.

The boy shook his head, not looking up from his drawing.

You rose your eyebrows.

“No? Why not?” you asked.

Jonathan just shrugged and you sighed.

“Well, it’s still only July. You’ll like it as time goes on. Anything I can help you with?”

Jonathan shook his head again.

“Have you made any friends so far?” you asked, trying to engage the little boy in conversation.

“I’m not here to make friends.” he mumbled.

You wanted to laugh at his answer as it was such a morbid answer from a young kid, but you kept your mouth shut, settling for nodding instead.

“I see,” you said. “Well, you can always hang out with me if you want. I could use a friend here.”

Jonathan perked up at your offer but stayed silent again.

All of a sudden you heard yelling and laughing and quickly turned around, seeing a very soaked Jughead, a bag of chips clenched in his hand.

He was absolutely drenched, streams of water falling off of him from every part of his body.

“The kids, they ambushed me.” he growled referring to the giggling campers with water guns standing behind him.

You bit back a grin at seeing Jughead look like a wet dog, glaring intently at his wet clothes.

“Um, campers!” you called, trying not to laughing. “Go to your cabins! You guys can have free time for an hour and then we’ll have some S’mores. Sound good?”

The kids cheered and ran off to their cabins, Jonathan rushing to keep up with them leaving you with Jughead.

You finally burst out laughing as you looked at your boyfriend.

“It’s not funny, Y/N.” he barked.

You were bent over in laughter, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“No, of course not, Juggie,” you wheezed out. “Come on, let’s find you some clothes.”

Unfortunately, the S’mores thing never worked out. When 8 o’clock rolled around, your supervisor had called an emergency meeting, saying that there was a bad storm coming. You and your campers had to stay in your own cabins for the night and you couldn’t leave until morning, making the kids moan and groan. After you sent them to their cabins and made them promise not to cause any mischief, you made your way back to your own cabin with Jughead. Your coworker had lent Jughead a white tank top and old (but clean!) jeans. You and Jughead then played cards for a while before 9 o’clock hit and you heard the wind beginning to pick up.

“It’s a bad storm out there, Juggie,” you said as you looked outside. A branch dropped near your cabin and you turned back to your boyfriend who was on your bed and currently on his laptop, writing the next part of his novel. “Guess my boss was right. No one’s leaving. You’ll have to stay with me for tonight.”

“Yeah, I figured.” he said nonchalantly, not looking up from his laptop.

“I mean—” you began but stopped when his words registered in your brain.

Oh, no he didn’t.

“Wait a second…” you began again and Jughead looked up from his laptop with a smirk.

It finally hit you.

“You knew there was going to be a storm! That’s why you came late! You wanted to stay the night!” you exclaimed.

Jughead smiled wolfishly and you let out a surprised breath, glaring at the raven-haired teen.

“Oh, you—”

Jughead quickly closed his laptop and got under the covers, sitting up and beaming at you, obviously proud of himself.

You tried not to smile.

“Get out.” you said as a smile betrayed you and made its way onto your face.

Jughead grinned.

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re a sneaky bastard. You know that, right?” you said as you made your way over to where Jughead was, getting under the covers with him.

Jughead sighed contently and pulled you close to him so his chin was resting on your shoulder.

“Mm, you love me.” he said.

You smiled softly and turned around so you were facing him, your lips inches apart.

“Yeah, I really do.” you said quietly as you captured his lips with yours, Jughead moving so he was on top of you, deepening the kiss.

Let’s just say the storm wasn’t the loudest thing in the woods that night.


A/N: Bam! It’s done! I hope liked it! Please send me feedback! Now I’m off to see Get Out. I can’t wait!! The next prompt will either be up late tonight or tomorrow! :D


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no-signs-no-lights  asked:

Could you share more of your "vampires are like cats" headcanons? I absolutely adore them

Yeah, no problem!

-Vampires, like cats, were originally solitary hunters that only congregated together for the benefits that come when part of a group. Their social hierarchy and systems is extremely individualistic; social bonding usually only occurs with maybe one or two others, and is usually confined to friends who were turned together or sires with their fledglings. Cities of vampires run almost exclusively on carefully- set rule systems rather than groupthink decisions. While there is a clear ranking system between commons, nobles, and progenitors, it’s respected mostly out of ‘how can this powerful vampire help or hurt me’ rather than genuine ‘this person is my leader because of these cool qualities’. Social divergence from specific behaviors is generally passed off as an individual strangeness and is not paid much attention to unless it has a possibility to be dangerous (like vampires who didn’t react well to turning and kept a human mentality or had a turning disorder that resulted in harmful physical reactions). Among common vampires, having a weirdo in the group is usually ignored, when nobles are involved, it generally makes them feel better about themselves, and with progenitors its usually an excuse to show off their power and cunning by toying with them/controlling them/killing them (or, alternately, their tolerance and ability to rule their factions by showing them pity.{note: this is usually a leftover human trait}) It’s essentially how groups of domestic cats sometimes group up together in the wild; their social lives are kinda learned, not inheritantly natural.

-Purring, like cats, can mean multiple things, like distress, pain, and comfort. It usually has different frequencies, speeds, and depth depending on which emotion it’s trying to convey; agonized purring is usually extremely quiet, high-pitched, and fast, with a noticeable harsh edge to it, whereas contented purring is loud, deep, and slow. The JIDA originally logged purring down as a pain response due to their observations on the captured vampire experiments, but the Shinoa Squad, once around Mika, soon learned that it was its own little language on its own and started keeping notes on his behaviors so they could decipher him better (so far they’re extremely accustomed to his anxiety purr, learned his pained purring usually comes into play when he’s denying himself blood again, and his happy purring almost exclusively happens around Yuu or when he’s thinking of Yuu.)

-Most of their communicating is nonverbal, and is done through body language or soft noises. Speech is used only for clarifying points between vampires and engaging in specialized, detailed conversations; whether Mika was aware of it or not, the reason why Lacus wasn’t deterred by his silent treatment was because Mika was giving off enough cues to have a basic conversation with him even though there was no speech. (The problem with communication via body language is that it only offers cues as to what’s happening in the present, not the past or the future, hence the questioning.) That’s part of the reason why vampires think humans are so stupid; humans usually have great difficulty reading vampire body language, emotional cues, and it makes them dumb as fuck in a vampire’s eyes. Think the differentiation between cats and dogs.

-Being social and friendly with vampires usually involves them following you around, keeping at a certain distance, and having them stare at you and blink slowly. The problem with this is that if you’re a human, this lines up with stalking behaviors, so you can’t really tell what the vamp’s true intentions are unless you really know them. For vampires though, a race that is generally antisocial, this is a way of being in your presence without intruding; aka, casual affection. You usually see it most around friends-turned-vampires or a progeny with their progenitor. For the Shinoa Squad, hunted humans and vampire slayers, this was rather difficult to adjust to (excepting Yuu), because having a vampire circling around staring at you is just intimidating, period, even if you know that said vampire really hates drinking human blood and doesn’t really want to be around you either. (Shinoa adjusted second to Yuu and found it to be a surprisingly comforting way of socializing because she gets to chatter at him while he trails around behind her; interaction without it being too much.) A more outright social interaction among vamps is to outright walk up to someone and talk briefly to them; if they’re expressing affection, they’ll oftentimes nudge shoulders, brush hips, or engage in other brief touches.

-Resting, while not necessary, is relaxing and easy on the mind. Vampires can’t sleep, but they can either go into a torpor (complete shutdown) or lapse into a hazy drowsing state. They usually only do it if they feel completely safe in their surroundings, and like to lounge on warm areas (they have no need to be warmed, but it feels nice and it relaxes them so they prefer it). Soft objects are even better, and small areas high up are the preferred napping place (aka why Krul prefers a hammock). For example, if the squad was to set down in an abandoned house, they would most likely catch Mika resting on top of the fridge, in the cabinets, on top of the food rack in the pantry, or in closets, probably with a lot of stolen quilts, clothes, etc. If they really won his trust, then he would probably just curl up on top of Yuu, or, if he really started to like them, the rest of them.

-Startle them and they will spring up into the air and land with claws unsheathed. If they get caught on something on the way up, they probably aren’t coming down until the fear reflex is gone. Most vampires learn to control this, but newly-turned vamps will oftentimes slip up and end up clinging to something they don’t know how to get down from.

-Newly-turned vampires are often encouraged by their progenitors to run, leap, and practice pouncing and learning silent stalking so that they can hunt humans on their own. Mika, much to Krul’s chagrin, hated this, but has mastered it under the influence of his thirst. Sparring sessions between progenitor and progeny are rarer than play fights between kittens and their mothers, but hand-to-hand combat between vampires looks almost identical with the way cats fight, with the exception of human moves thrown in.

-Hissing is very much a thing with vampires, and, like their purring, is an indicator of their moods. A low, growling hiss is hate or irritation, a quick, scathing hiss is a warning, and a loud, sustained hiss mixed with a low rattle is a threat reaction that promises extreme harm if touched.  

-The very way they move is catlike, with silent steps, loping gaits, and the ability to jump and land effortlessly from place to place.  Climbing is easy, and a falling vampire can usually twist their body around to land on their feet. As we saw in season two, they can crouch low to the ground and bolt forward for an intense burst of speed.

-The facial expression of a vampire can be completely disjointed from their mood. If you want to decipher a vamp’s true emotions, watch their body language; the position of their ears, the amount of fang they’re showing, the shape of their pupils, etc. Ear position and fang exposure can be fibbed, but pupil dilution cannot, so a vampire closing their eyes while communicating is a good indication that they’re trying to trick you. (Ferid you sneaky bastard I’m looking at you.)

-Irate nips are very much a thing and is usually given to close friends when they’re annoying or overstimulating a vampire. For example, if Yuu was poking Mika’s cheek when Mika was in a bad mood, there would be a high possibility that Mika would turn and catch his finger with the teeth next to his primary fangs, or administer a quick, non-venomous nip to Yuu’s hand. Alternately, swatting at someone with claws unsheathed is a pretty good indication to shut the fuck up.

-Ever heard of that one virus that cats can give humans and mice to essentially cause cat addiction to them? Vampires have a version of that. Administering small doses of venom in incrementing amounts can make a human addicted to the pleasure and relaxant in it, making them increasingly dependent on the vampire feeding from them for their fix. If the vampire isn’t careful, (or if they’re doing it on purpose) it can eventually lead to having a gaggle of brainwashed humans trailing around after them, completely addicted and attached to them. It’s primarily why the vampires used to be seen as dangerously sensual and alluring.

-Combing your fingers through a vampire’s hair/straightening it out is seen as affectionate and is often done between sires and their progenies. Add in a few scrathches (especially by the jawline/ears) and you’re bound to incite purring. Krul used to make Mika lay his head on her lap so she could pet him while he was being moody, and Mika will oftentimes absently try to fix Yuu’s hair when he’s in mother-hen mode.

-Their ears can move independently of each other to listen with the highest accuracy, are indicators of their mood, and tend to be sensitive. Do not touch or tug a vampire’s ears if you value your hand (gentle rubs if you’re petting them and they trust you is okay though.)

-They are naturally territorial, and do not like other vampires in their space. While they learned to mute this instinct when they became communal, it manifested in owther ways, mainly through their need for extravagant things. Though they have no need, nor use for such splendor, it’s a way to show off without being outwardly territorial. Humans can and will be included as accessories in this territoriality.

-Because they have senses 5x that of a human, they are more prone to be able to identify individual scents, and prefer their belongings to smell like them. Luckily, since they do not perspire or generally do most of the gross shit that humans do to keep our flesh cages functioning, they can get away with this without reeking of unwashed vampire.

-Sometimes to sharpen their fangs or clear their venom tracks they will just chew on random shit. Literally. They will take your pencil and gnaw on it and for the humans it’s fucking terrifying (but also eventually leads to faint exasperation because “ No, Mika, I know you’re trying to keep your fangs in tiptop shape but chewing on soup cans will get you nowhere- don’t growl at me, I love you!”

-Because of their predatory drive, they oftentimes react to quick stimulus much like a cat does; whipping around to stare at it, or involuntarily pouncing on it. The worst thing you can do around a vampire is to stand stock-still, then start running; it will trigger their attack. Alternately, this can be used for amusement; if one of the squad found a functional laser pointer and started flashing around while Mika was distracted about something, he’d probably chase it until he realizes what he’s doing. (This trick works best on slightly thirsty vampires and fledglings)

And that’s all I could think of for now! I might add some more later if I remember any ^^

anonymous asked:

Omg those writing prompts are soo freaking cute!! Could i request #56 with Bobby???

56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Kim Jiwon (Bobby) x Reader

Genre: College AU, fluff

Word count: 334

Originally posted by soolin

“Then you take this equation and divide it by the answer you got… Jiwon are you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

You just sighed.

“I told you hundreds of times that your flirting won’t help you here, you asked for my help yourself, could you at least try to focus?”

“But this is so boring, there are tons of better things to do,” he started whining.

“How you pass your classes is beyond me,” you mumbled getting back to work.

“Hey! I heard that! I’m smart, I don’t even need to study,” he bragged. 

“Then why exactly are we here?” you asked him. He seemed surprised by your sudden question and wasn’t able to come up with a decent comeback. “Figures.”

You began explaining to him the same Math problem for the third time when he stretched out his legs under the table, wrapping them around your waist in the process.

“Jiwon stop pulling, I’m about to lose my patience,” but he didn’t listen, you stopped him when his face was just inches away from yours. 

“What do you think you’re doing, you sneaky bastard,” you pushed him away. He lay down on the floor.

“Ahh I was so close!” he started rolling on the floor.

“You know what? I’m done with you,” you said standing up. “I want to help you out but you keep wasting my time every time I come here,” you turned to the door when he grabbed you by the ankle.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I was just teasing you. Please stay,” and he looked at you with those adorable puppy eyes of his. You stared at each other for a few moments.

“Aish, I need to learn to resist that look,” you told him sitting back down. “You have to promise you will actually try to study though.”

“Well if it means that you will stay here longer, then I might as well try,” he replied picking up his notebooks.

Workplace Romance (Chekov x Reader)

Originally posted by blueeyes-and-hockeysticks

Pairing: AOS Pavel Chekov/Reader

Rating: PG for language and CHARACTER DEATH MENTION

A/N: Oh, Pavel Chekov, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Surprise, they’re all that he’s adorable and deserves love. I wish I could have done more today (curse an impromptu Texas highway drive with my dad), but I hope this is a good enough note to end things on. :)

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Headcanon - Henry Turner

Requests: “Back at it again with the feels and excitement.. And I hate to add another one to your load, but could you do something with the reader having the baby with Henry?”; “Can you do a "Henry Turner as a father” headcanon?“

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Henry Turner being a father would include:

  • Him lulling your baby to sleep by singing him/her songs his mother taught him
  • “He/She has your eyes, Henry.”
  • Whenever the baby wakes up at night crying Henry always offers to go and check up on him/her, telling you to stay in bed
  • You listening to the little dialogues between the baby and Henry without the latter knowing
  • Him being utterly delighted when the baby’s first word is ‘dad
  • You giggling at his happiness and feeling your heart melting because of the love for your family
  • “Don’t be jealous, dear, I’m sure the second word would be ‘mum’.”
  • Henry always carrying the baby everywhere, whether it’s a stroll around the house or the beach
  • “Henry, he/she is too little to go fishing!”
  • You two getting some ‘recreation’ time after you’ve put the baby to sleep
  • “Maybe let’s work on giving him/her a little brother or sister, what do you say?”
    “Henry, you sneaky bastard.”