Andesiteworks - UNDER SERIOUS CONSTRUCTION

Hey there!! I wanna ask if you are doing marauders ship as well??

I am! I honestly love the marauders era so ofc I’m up to shipping for them as well !!

no one reads my posts so i can freely say that

the tainted love song but with the “law and order” gavel bangs

IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND WILL NOT LEAVE, A PERPETUAL MEME IS REPLAYING IN MY HEAD—

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.

do you also do oneshot requests!

i do!

Scowling

Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Warning: Family Drama but it’s the Hales, I mean ofc

Summary: A worried older brother leads you to angrily watch your boyfriend at lacrosse practice.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

short and sweet??? idk

Drama in your family was far from a surprise. In fact, it was sort of a given. Being a Hale came with its own connotations and you held to deal with them since you were young.

Cora was your fraternal twin sister and when the fire occurred, she had helped you escape the house. You both had then fled, determined to stay together. But when you had gotten back to Beacon Hills to find out your older brother, Derek, was still alive, things changed.

Not only did you want to stay in Beacon Hills but you wanted to help out Scott and his friends as much as possible. Needless to say, your siblings—who had always treated you like a baby in need of protecting like everyone in your family—weren’t too keen on the idea but they trusted Scott.

You had gotten into a fight with Derek just recently. While Cora had gone and left Beacon Hills, Derek had come back in the wake of a supposed Deadpool. It was a list of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills as well as a price for their head.

You were on it.

You turned up to Devonford Prep with a scowl permanently planted on your face. You flopped down onto the open bleachers and watch with little interest as the lacrosse team is in the midst of practice. It didn’t take long for the practice to pause and for your boyfriend, Brett, to jog over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here? You don’t usually show up until the end of practice.” He walked up and took the open seat beside you. You felt like you’re radiating irritation but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m angry, but what’s new?” You questioned with a cynical tone as your scowl seemed to deepen. Brett moved to sit on the bleacher a step lower, turning around to face you. “You can’t help, if you’re wondering.”

“Just smile,” he said, looking up at you, “I really need to see you smile right now.” As he took your hands in his, you couldn’t help it as your lips tugged upward. “There it is.”

“Derek wants me to leave town,” you scoffed, interlocking your fingers with his in an effort to keep calm. “I know this Deadpool thing is dangerous and all, but I’m not a kid!” Brett chuckled lightly, prompting your brows to furrow. “What?”

“They’re pretty serious about this money thing, Y/N.”

“And I’m serious about staying here!” You retorted with a pout. You sighed finally, pulling your hands from his and cupping his face. “You can’t make me leave either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded before connecting your lips. You both ignored the few wolf-whistles from the team as you pulled apart. “Derek just cares about you, I think you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“I don’t like when you’re right,” you whined, scrunching your nose up as Brett got to his feet. A whistle sounded, signaling that practice was continuing. “Go and be athletic.” Brett smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to rejoin the team.

You watched the lacrosse team continue practice, a small smile on your face.

Heyy, what characters do you most like to write????

oof i love to write so it’s pretty much everyone bUtim kinda partial to- peter parker - probably most of the avengers bc current marvel kick?- raven reyes - bellamy blake- cisco ramon - wally west oop - kara danvers - liam dunbar - malia tate/hale- cheryl blossom lotta fandoms so generally lotta favesand i haven’t even written for most of these yet oofbut again i generally just love to write sO

Could I have an SPN and a MCU ship please? I'm a 5'6 woman with black hair and light blue eyes. I am an INTP Ravenclaw who oft' plays an elf fighter. My favorite color is a deep dark blue. I am a huge fangirl: Sherlock, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Pokemon, Supernatural, MCU, Once Upon a Time, etc. Thank you!

—I ship you with Dean Winchester!

i wrestled with charlie but that might be too much fangirl for one relationship, y’know?

dean, however, is just secretly fanboy enough. it takes a lot to make him de-stress but when you can? you both love laying back and watching some lotr. (dean really adores legolas for some reason)

you’re a massive help on hunts. dean worries about you getting hurt but you’re always ready for research and you’re pretty intuitive. sam definitely appreciates the help even if dean’s weary about it all. 

cas also loves you. you love to throw movie or tv show references at him and watch him be thoroughly confused. you and dean sometimes try and see who can confuse him the most. (dean holds the record but he loves it when you think you’re winning)

at the end of a long hunt, you and dean just love to curl up together as dean plays with your hair and you’re muttering your latest theories or headcanons to him. it’s literally the softest thing thank you. he loves you.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

im sensing a type but no this is a great ship wow

you’re always in tony’s lab trying to help out and even if you’re not quite sure what you’re doing, he enjoys all of the help. you’re always giving him new ideas and he’s basically just always inspired with you around

anything he hasn’t watched, you’re making him watch. he most certainly misses out doing various important things because he’s staying home and binging all of sherlock. he’s a busy man now. 

also he’s definitely not trying to buy your love—we all know you already love him—but do you want to own the entire supernatural series? do you want to go to comicon? yes? great, he’s buying everything. he just loves seeing you happy and he will do whatever he has to. 

tony has nightmares and that’s no secret to you but to think you wont turn on narnia or old pokemon reruns and make some hot chocolate at 3am to calm him down is nonsense. you’ll do anything for him. (he loves team rocket for some reason?) 

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Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Supergirl

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warning: Fighting/Violence, Curse Words (Kinda?), Uh, Bad Guys?

Summary: Octavia Blake has an alter ego. She’s otherwise known as Supergirl to the town of National City. With the help of the DEO, where her adoptive brother works, and her brother’s techie girlfriend, she’s what some would call a hero.

Requested by @horsiegirl998

i’ve been dead forEVER oOF SORRY. BUT IM BACK. REQUEST PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. IM BACK. IM ALIVE. I WONT TAKE MONTHS TO WRITE YOUR REQUESTS. I APOLOGIZE. I LOVE YOU.

supergirl gif is not mine kiddos

unedited oof

Octavia Zor-El. That was her name, well her birth name. Her name on Earth was Octavia Blake, and you knew her well. You knew her better than many of the other people on the planet.

You had heard her story many a-times. Born on Krypton, she was the daughter of Zor-El and his wife, Alura. Her planet was dying, being destroyed to be perfectly correct, and she was being sent off to protect her cousin, Kal-El. But things never go as planned, do they?

When Krypton exploded, her escape pod was knocked off course and she was sent into the Phantom Zone, a place where time is somewhat of a foreign concept. She was suspended in time and never aged until finally her pod got free and she landed on Earth.

There she was rescued by her cousin, Finn Collins as Earth knew him, and placed with an adoptive family. The family consisted of three people: Elliot Blake and his wife, Aurora, and their son Bellamy.

You remembered it all very well, you were as shocked as anyone would be when they found out. You knew Octavia as Cat Grant’s assistant—later promoted to reporter—at CatCo Worldwide Media. Not as the superheroine, Supergirl. But working with the DEO, you should be used to such things.

You worked for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or the DEO, as their resident tech expert, which you took with pride. But did you ever expect to be helping the hero of your very own city? Perhaps not.

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“On your right,” You mused into the mic as you watched Octavia through the security cameras of the warehouse.

“You ever gonna get out of my ear?” she scoffed, reasonably annoyed with your comments to her through the earpiece. You let out a light laugh as you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes glued to Octavia on the screen.

She swung her arm back, elbowing her attacker square in the face. He staggered for only a moment before he gripped her arm. She let out a growl as his touch began to burn her screen, even through the suit she was wearing.

“Touchy,” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. You had deemed the offender as a native of some other alien planet. You could never figure out which one and Octavia had been clueless as well. All you knew was that his touch was hot, hot enough even for a Kryptonian.

Before Octavia could wind her other arm back, he gripped her face with his free hand. She let out a yell in his grasp, your heart beginning to race as she fell to her knees with his hands still on her.

“Get up,” you whispered, as if it was supposed to help. “I didn’t hack into these security cameras for nothing!”

“Thanks—for—the—vote—of—confidence!” Octavia snapped back through her gritted teeth. She glared up at her attacker before letting out a gust of frozen breath. A smile adorned your face as he staggered backward. “Too cold for you?” she quipped before continuing, literally blowing him back towards the warehouse walls.

Octavia winded her arm, knocking him hard in the face. She grabbed his shoulders and with her strength, sent him skidding across the warehouse floor. He was dazed, undoubtedly.

As he began to stagger to his feet, Octavia spun towards him. She clapped her hands hard, prompting a hard gust of air that pushed him further back. He flew back into the crates, crashing into them as he lay in a heap. “Yes!” You exclaimed, probably far too into it all. “Can you fly him back? You look a little...”

“Thanks,” Octavia murmured before heading towards the man and hooking her arms underneath his. Within a flash, she was out of the warehouse.

You pulled off your headset and pushed your chair away from the desk and monitors. You got to your feet, beginning to head through the compound. It didn’t take long to find him, Octavia’s brother.

You peered into the training room, careful not to disturb him. You watched with intrigued eyes as Bellamy flipped someone onto their stomach, twisting their arm behind them. “Give up?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

The person beneath him feebly tapped against the floor as Bellamy let out a chuckle, letting go of them. “Training?” You asked, now entering the room.

“He’s tough,” his training partner commented, dusting themselves off. They collected their equipment and rushed from the room, leaving you alone with him.

“Impressive,” You chirped, beaming at the male before you. “I could take you though.”

“I’m sure you could,” Bellamy chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. “That’s why I just leave you to your computers, babe.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He connected your lips as you enjoyed the moment of pure content.

“You’re still coming over, right?” you asked, pulling away. “They added the newest season of Nailed It! to Netflix and I’m dying to watch!”

“Because it makes your baking skills look better?”

You gasped aloud, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know, that cake was only bad because I couldn’t work the oven!”

“You never turned it on.”

“Because I couldn’t work it! Keep up!” You exclaimed, hitting Bellamy on the chest as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Octavia’s coming in. She got the guy.”

“Is she hurt?” Bellamy asked, his face going from one of playfulness to immediate concern.

“We’ll have to see when she gets here, but I don’t think too bad if she is. He got ahold of her arm and her face,” you confessed, giving Bellamy a soft smile as you squeezed his hand. “She’s badass, I assure you. She can do anything.”

“Come on,” Bellamy said, squeezing your hand. The two of you headed out of the training room and entered the main lobby just as Octavia did, dumping the man onto the DEO floor. “O!”

“Hey Bell,” Octavia greeted, flittering down to the floor. She could barely get a word out before Bellamy stepped forward, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to check for damage. “Bell,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He never approved of Octavia doing this, you knew that well. Though their relationship was rocky at times, he did care about her. He viewed the entire “Supergirl” thing as a way for Octavia to put herself into danger and he never once enjoyed such a idea.

“I’m fine,” Octavia repeated, giving Bellamy a less aggressive look. “What kind of hero would I be if some guy with hot hands took me down? How lame,” she joked, laughing softly. Bellamy rose an eyebrow, seemingly unamused.

“Oookay,” You interjected, stepping between them. You guided Octavia away as Bellamy followed close behind you two. You stood in front of the monitors, typing away at the keyboard before your eyes darted toward one of the screens. “National City seems quiet.”

“Too quiet?” Octavia asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘p’. “You’re off-duty.” You hummed, turning back to her with a smile. Octavia smiled lightly before heading off. Bellamy looked back at her for just a moment. “She worries just as much about you, you know?”

“She doesn’t have to.” Bellamy told you. “I can handle myself.” You quirked an eyebrow, a smug grin on your face. Bellamy let out a sigh. “Don’t say it.”

“Octavia would say the same thing,” you sang out as Bellamy glanced away from your far too triumphant face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away.

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“Those poor donuts!” You cried out in distress, munching on popcorn as you watched the TV show on your television. Bellamy laughed lightly beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watched the cooking show.

A knock sounded at the door as you set the popcorn in Bellamy’s lap and hopped up to get it. When you pulled the door open, Octavia was on the other side. “Okay so, I totally don’t mean to ruin date night-“

“You already are!” Bellamy called back as Octavia glared at him over your shoulder.

“But! I brought pizza!” She exclaimed, waving the pizza box in your face. “Mind if I join?” You glanced back towards Bellamy who waved her in as you both shared excited smiles. “Want a slice, Bell?”

He held up two fingers as Octavia nodded and you two worked to get plates. With pizza slices in hand, you plopped down back beside Bellamy as Octavia sat on the other side.

You were twenty minutes into the next episode, when Octavia’s head whipped around. “It was too quiet,” she sighed, hearing the echoing of sirens that you all could now hear.

“I have my laptop and your earpiece if you want backup,” you told her as she got to her feet. She shook her head before glancing toward Bellamy.

“Go.” He told her, offering a reluctant smile. “You can handle yourself.”

“Nice to see you finally notice,” she smiled before ruffling his hair and dashing from the apartment. You glanced toward your boyfriend, a wide grin being held back.

“Don’t say it.”

“You took my advice,” you sang, smugly kissing his cheek. Bellamy playfully rolled his eyes as you snuggled into his side, resuming your show as you knew Supergirl was at work protecting your city.