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INTP • 19 • they/them • current obsession: Born From Death (webtoon) | True Education manhwa | History (yes HISTORY) • Should i write smth???

[elvenfaur]

More Vash doing unsettling cat stuff

[ID: the top panel shows Wolfwood wrapped in blankets with a frightened expression. He says “I can feel you staring at me. Go the fuck to sleep.” To Vash, who is crouched by the bed, unblinking, with glowing eyes.

The bottom panel is Wolfwood and Vash staring at each other. Vash’s pupils are dilated and reflective like a cat. Wolfwood tells him “If you don’t blink, I’m gonna hit you.” End ID.]

[saltyemoil]

Uncanny Vash starter pack (no)

[aidakhar]

Cw: body horror, suggestive

I've missed uncanny twins 💘💘💘

[isawjamfirst]

more uncanny vash !!

[axels-dump]

Heyo, there. Some uncanny Vash 4u

[totallynotsilversora]

So I had another head canon on twt about Uncanny Vash and basically what’s stopping people from drawing his pupils turning into slits or dilating whenever he’s about to snap?

Because trust me Knives canNOT be the only twin who can pull a thousand yard stare and scare the shit outta people like cmon:

Picture source here

[megan017]

Hi heheheh 👹 can you write headcanons about lee junbin (true education manhwa) with an office worker!reader who appear formal and disciplined at first but actually has tattoos and piercings? In the manhwa, we know junbin always thought that tattoos are for delinquent, but what if he meet (and get to know) reader who apply tattoos and piercings only as a form of art and self expression? Likee what would his first impression be when he meet reader at off-work times and they have tattoos and piercings? Ackk sorry if it's hard to understand, english is not my first language 💔

MUHEHEHE, GENIUS🫠 Whenever I daydreamed about this lil guy, I always imagined an OC with tattoos and piercings, looking all bold but nowhere near a delinquent (max. gets violent in sake of protecting people when their loved ones are in danger), now you just gave me the boost to write about it. I hope you are who I think you are, anon, because I like ya.

Quick note: I'm writing about reader with my future-self and lowkey liberal views in mind, which might effect the way I write about you— the reader— therefore I would like to apologise beforehand.

Lee Jun-Bin x GN!reader

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(Note to self: Chapter 214)

Now for my headcannons:

-First of all, I think Lee Jun-Bin hasn't gotten rid of his back tattoo. Maybe because of the pain the laser removal would cause, maybe because he would rather have it as a reminder of his past, a story for his body to tell. Also, he said he was a coward that's why he got a tattoo. This statement makes me think it's not really him thinking tattoos are some kind of delinquent branding, but society, THEREFORE->

-I don't think he would judge you, but to be exact, his judgement at first sight depends on the quantity and quality of the work you have had done to your body. From the placement or your piercings and tattoos to how bold, or stupid, your tattoos are, he takes everything into consideration. But how would he find out? After all, office jobs are still somewhat strict with this kind of self-expression.

-I can imagine more than one ways he would find out. Let's start with the piercings. For the job interview, you prooobably took them out and replaced them with the see-through retainers (maybe except your ear piercings if your hair hid them well). Then 1) because those retainers are not invisible— just hard to spot— it could be he saw how the sunlight once glinted off of them OR 2) as you started to ease into the workplace— became a well liked, respected employee— you slowly replaced your retainers with the ones you had before the change.

-Now, tattoos are easier to hide in general, but not entirely. Taking a black-ink-work-under-white-dress-shirt situation into consideration, it is possible for people to get somewhat suspicious about you having tattoos when the temperature is high and you can't where your blazer/suit over your shirt anymore.

-These two situations in short: no matter how much you try to hide your piece-of-art body, your co-workers slowly but surely will get suspicious about them, if they are not blind. And Le Jun-Bin ain't blind... Maybe by default he is a little, but that's why he wears glasses.

-Now about the quantity and quality:

•if you have some smaller tattoos (maybe something simple/silly/cute) AND/OR a few piercings (I would say ear piercings aren't that much of a deal breaker so you can have more than 1-2 pair of lobe piercings), he wouldn't judge you by them, he would still judge you by your work performance. He might judge you just a little if your smaller tattoos are still something bold or macabre maybe. 0-1/10 Judgement

•if you have bigger tattoos which are still quiet hidden the majority of the time AND/OR have facial piercings, he would think you might have been a bit of a troublemaker in the past. Since in the present you seem like a hardworking, serious co-worker with sometimes too much patience for their own good, he would stop his thoughts right there. The tattoos and piercings are something you got in the past, in your rebellious teenage years and now they are just there. Might even compliment a tattoo, but again it depends on what kind it is. A florish/floral underarm? Hmm, pretty. A back tattoo that is similiar to his in style? Bit hypocritical but: you aren't part of a gang, are you? A nostril and eyebrow piercing? Okay, it's elegant, suits you. Other surface piercings and lip piercings? It's fine, just not something he would have done to himself. 2-4/10 Judgement

•if you have big, barely able to hide, bold tattoos AND/OR you are heavily pierced (lot of facial and ear piercings [since he wouldn't be able to see if you have your nipples or genatalia pierced]), he would be more judgmental and weary. A florish/floral sleeve and shoulder? Bold but artsy. A front neck or hand tattoos? Those are more associated with criminals, you better not be one, hopefully not even in the past... but people can change. Many ear piercings and a facial here and there? Okaaay, really rock 'n' roll. Many ear piercings AND facial piercings and/or surface piercings like something on the hand or around the collarbones? He will rise an eyebrow and watch you from afar, making sure you are someone he would be okay talking to, just "getting to know" you from a distance. 5-8 Judgement

•this might be a very personal opinion, but: if you had tattoos on your face (previously covered up with high coverage foundation, but maybe he saw your bare face outside of work), he might not want to have contact with you, other than being co-workers. A face tattoo might be a deal breaker for him and might categorize you as someone dangerous right away.

BONUS

Since you haven't specified the relationship between Lee Jun-Bin and the reader, I tried to think of them simply being co-workers. However, because I'm a simp for this jet black haired, "4 eyes" law nerd, I will get into the dating part too.

So let's say you (2nd person plural) started talking— maybe a work task required the two of you to work together— kept in contact outside of work, too; he ended up asking you out for a date after some time and here you both were: in a nice restaurant, the day of dealing with the bill agreed on beforehand, drinking and talking while waiting for your meals. Both of you were dressed nicely of course, appropriate for the weather, appropriate for the place, and also fulfilling your preference, which was having some of your tattoos revealed— enhancing the look of your outfit as always— maybe also having some of your piercings replaced with the retainers. Just being you. And the sight made him bring the topic up.

"I hope I don't come off as rude, but may I ask the reasons behind your tattoos and piercings?" He asked and took a sip of his glass of champagne while keeping his gaze on you. "Oh, these?" You looked at the areas you had your tattoos visible then pointed at your face with a circling motion of your index finger, signing at your piercings, then let out a small huff of a chuckle and started talking about your piercings first since they were a bit easier to sum up. „Self-expression. Pain is temporary, swag is forever, and I consider myself a cool person, also wanted to express this part of me with these type of jewelries.” Then came the tattoos. „This one is just a silly little art I got with my sibling/(best) friend(s).” „Oh and this one? It's just a character I really like and can relate to.” „Ah, and this one... yeah, it's just... a reflection of my past. A reflection about what I went through... And now it symbolizes something I'm proud of pulling through. Now it reflects strength.” All could be summed up with: „I just view my body as a blank canvas which I'm the artist of. Well, not fully, but you know what I mean.” You chuckled and took a sip of your own drink then turned the attention on him. "How about you? Any adventurous stories?" He just closed his eyes and exhaled before looking back at you. "I have one... But it's a story for another time." "So there's a chance for another date, I assume~?" You teased. "Well, of course."

Weeks later you (2nd person plural) made it official, became romantic partners, became even more comfortable spending longer periods of times at eachother's places, which consisted of him having you over the majority of the time, almost on every weekday, often sleeping over. The dates didn't stop, of course. They became more personal like: you asking him to colour in your tattoos with skin-friendly markers you swore truly were safe; tracing his tattoo on his back, rarely also being allowed to colour it in, right after that having you help him wash it off in the shower ending up with you initiating a make-out session since you can barely contain yourself when you see your boyfriend like that. Not the polished, well put together, polished lawyer Lee Jun-Bin who could often come off as if a broom was sticked up in his ass, but your boyfriend Lee Jun-Bin who lets you in, dares to show his vulnerable side to you because he trusts you. Even when you are a gremlin, you are his gremlin.

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I hope I did justice to this man

[qrdith]

I COMMISSIONED AN ARTIST FOR YUMESHIP GAH DAYM anyway that's lee junbin and my oc. The artist is Seth (@k0scheii on tiktok or @3.3seth on insta)

[hellfireattheendoftunnel]

Well thank you for not giving any actions scenes to Im Han rim, instead drugging her and reducing her to a cutie in love with a nerd.

Yes that’s exactly what we wanted to see, all throughout the series, nothing serious from her instead give all the action scenes to the ML.

[ratitasverdes]

WHAT. have they DONE. to my LAD. na hwajin.

WHERE. is his HAIR.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

i need lee jun-bin and hwajin na’s cocks in my pussy rn

Same :/ i mean, i got multiple holes, they can choose whichever ones they want—

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

HE AINT GOT NO RIGHT BEIN SO ATTRACTIVE WHEN HE'S SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT

[ismagulnitatay]

This is honestly the only time (so far) I found him attractive. PLUS THE TATTOO REVEAL SCENE. ACCKKK.

[honeybun-kisses]

oh he’s so fucking fine like yes daddy

[ath16blf]

babes will you write junbin lee dating/married headcanons?

First time to wrote Junbin Lee, I hope who you will like my headcanons. You didn't put many things on your ask.

Dating

First, he'll make sure you have no criminal record. Although he believes in second chances, he prefers to ensure he has a clean lover. He is, technically, a lawyer, albeit a young one.

If you do have a criminal record, everything will depend on your past actions (if you were a delinquent teenager or, worse, a thief). Of course, you have a good job, which he won't hesitate to demonstrate with your background at Hwajin Na, proving that hitting children doesn't work and that young people should be given a chance!

If you don't have a criminal record, everything is fine, and you'll be blissfully happy together, like beautiful lovebirds, until… he proposes.

Married

A perfect gentleman, he does the chores without complaint. Want to take a nap? He'll do the dishes or cook for you, and he's a good cook. Want to have a romantic dinner? He takes you to a restaurant or cooks you delicious meals. Exhausted from work? No worries, he'll give you a massage and offer to chat about your day.

Just avoid mentioning TRPA or Hwajin Na because he gets very stressed around them, especially since he firmly believes in youth rehabilitation, seeing them as lost, immature souls.

If he becomes a father, he'll make sure to give them a firm upbringing without violence and enroll them in a private school to ensure a good future. After all, his salary covers expenses (provided he doesn't overdo it, of course), and yours is a bonus.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

SHUT UP, IM GONNA SUCK HIS DICK, IDFC IF HE'S THE ANTAGONIST IN THIS SECTION

[sunariiiiiiin]

Muffled Plea

"You're such a horndog—shh—"

shameless smut. established RS. handjob. begging. semi-public/exhibition. dividers from @zyart-jpg

The whisper tore itself from your throat, shaky and low, when his teeth grazed your neck again, nipping at the tender skin like he wanted to leave you marked up and ruined. Hyuk only chuckled, the sound muffled against your throat, before dragging his mouth lower, sucking hard enough that your chest seized and your pulse kicked erratic.

Your hand never stopped, working his cock in a steady rhythm, though it was getting harder to keep the same pace. His groans—hot and ragged against your skin—rattled through you, vibrating down your spine like every broken sound was meant for your body to absorb.

"F-Fuck—" he whined, voice splintering, "f-faster, p-please—ngh—" His desperation was shameless, cracked into pieces, like he didn’t care if anyone outside the thin fabric walls of the tent heard him fall apart.

The air inside was suffocating, thick with the smell of sweat and his arousal, clinging to every breath you tried to catch. Outside, the bonfire popped and snapped, laughter drifted easily on the cold night air, a cousin’s voice carried close enough to make your blood freeze. But Hyuk only pushed harder into your hand, rutting like he wanted the whole tent to rock, like he wanted everyone outside to know.

Dragging you here after dinner, the glint in his eyes had already told you what he was thinking. Reckless. Shameless. Your wrist in his grip, pulling you behind the flap of his tent before you could protest. And now, here he was, cock dripping hot against your palm, breath coming in desperate bursts as his teeth scraped down your collarbone.

“God—ngh—you’re gonna make me—fuck—” His words cut off into a strangled groan as his hand closed over your wrist, jerking your strokes faster, tighter, like he was trying to milk it out of himself. His head tipped back, throat stretched, lips parted and wet as his chest heaved against yours.

You bit down on your lip, hard, trying to bite back your own sounds when his other hand slipped beneath your layers, fingers skating over your stomach, dragging upward before curling low again. He was impatient, clawing at fabric in frustration, muttering half-formed curses against your neck when he realized how much you were wearing for the night chill.

“Hyuk—” you gasped, pulse jumping when he tugged at your waistband again, grinning up at you through his mess of hair. His eyes were glazed over, glassy, mouth wet from sucking you raw. He looked ruined already, trembling, but still so greedy.

Then his weight collapsed fully against you. His forehead pressed to your shoulder, his body sagging heavy, needy. His groans spilled ragged and unrestrained, each one shuddering against your bones as he mouthed sloppily at your skin. His lips trailed messily, sucking, biting, licking like he couldn’t stop himself.

“Please,” he whined, voice dragged out, so high it cracked. “Fuck—I need it, need you—want you naked, wanna feel you, let me—let me cum, please—” His words slurred into your collarbone, his mouth wet and messy as his hips bucked uselessly into your hand.

Your fist tightened instinctively, and his cock twitched, leaking more pre-cum against your skin. He gasped, hips stuttering upward like he’d break himself trying to chase your rhythm.

“Hyuk, you’re too loud—” you hissed, clamping your free hand over his mouth just as another laugh rang outside the tent, far too close. Your pulse pounded violently, terrified they’d hear the slick, obscene noises of your hand working him, the wet groans he could barely hold back.

But he didn’t stop. His lashes fluttered shut, sweat dampening the strands that stuck to his temples, as his tongue slid across your palm, licking spitefully against your skin. His hands fumbled at your layers again, tugging and pawing with growing frustration.

He whined into your hand, the sound broken, bratty, needy. His nails dug into your hips, trying to get under the thick fabric, trying to pull something off—anything. “Too many—” he muttered, muffled and furious, “too many fucking clothes—”

“You’re such a freak,” you whispered again, breathless, caught between disbelief and the coil of arousal tightening low in your stomach. He only ground harder against your fist, messy and frantic, like he wanted to tear the layers off you with his teeth if he had to.

“Want you—” he mumbled into your palm, words wet and trembling, “wanna see you, wanna feel you—please, fuck, please, I’ll be quiet, promise, I’ll be so good—”

But the way his voice cracked, the way his hips wouldn’t stop grinding, the way he moaned against your hand as if he liked being silenced—you knew he wouldn’t be quiet at all.

Still, the moment you eased your grip on him, his hands were right back at your clothes, tugging harder, desperate to strip you down in the cold night, uncaring if anyone outside heard the filthy sounds of him begging against your skin.