#I Have Ideas

[101pl4yer]

Raph and Mikey

I’ve been watching clips of ena :]

[pinespinespinespinespines]

Part 1

Part 2

[excali-bruh]

“I just always thought, when I got old or sick, I’d have a wife and kids to look after me.”

[…]

“You have everything you need right here. We both do.”

[unknownarmageddon]

pleading and needing and bleeding

killer belongs to rahafwabas cross belongs to jael peñaloza apocalyptic kross au belongs to me and @psycho-chair

[bunnieswithknives]

AU where the Winged Lion was just a littleeeee bit more 'selfish'.

[maacbrem]

Thinking about Lieve’tel and Bertrand and crying at the club

She’s off putting and she knows it, knows that she moves a bit too carefully to seem entirely natural and when she speaks there’s an unearthly resonance to her voice and when she closes her eyes she sees all the threads of the world converging into warp and weft. She’s seen generations pass her by while she remains unchanged, her goddess’s voice and silence guiding her onwards, and she knows when people look at her they reject what they can’t understand. The Champion left behind his family to serve the Matron, and she takes it as her duty to watch over them even when they insult, demean, mock and dismiss her (even when they watch her back in battle and allow her to guard theirs in turn, which for warrior folk like them is as good as a declaration of care even as they refuse to meet her eyes or hold her gaze too long in a challenge she won’t answer).

And Bertrand is… normal. Ordinary. Unremarkable until he opens his mouth, and prone to sticking his foot there. He’s an aging human enamoured with the idea of being not a hero, per se, but a heroic figure. The dream of a legacy drives him. He learned to duel in fencing clubs but his first real fight was a half-drunken brawl to reclaim a bard’s stolen tips. He has a sense of righteousness but doesn’t always act on it and the older he gets the more frightened he is of dying without meaning. He makes her laugh, and then he does it again on purpose, and he keeps doing it for as long as they spend together.

She makes time for him when he’s in Vasselheim, usually scouting out the up-and-coming young adventuring parties that make their way through the city because he wants to be a mentor but hasn’t quite figured out what he has to offer yet. He attends services and makes offerings and lets her unpick his tangled anxieties about what comes after. They get thirty years in intervals of hours to weeks, and they’re not exclusive - neither of them is ever in a place to make promises they don’t really need - but they keep circling back to each other.

She knows she’s going to lose him and he knows she’s already mourning him. He gives her a bell for her prayer beads and she passes on the name of an old supplicant with a bloody past who might have work that suits him in Marquet. When he dies, she knows he’s gone before she wakes that morning. When the world is poised to end, she puts herself on the line with his token in hand because it is her duty and her honor, and because Bertrand once said that to be remembered well is to be immortal without cost, and what they had might not have been love but it was important.

[shkika]

trying to roughly conceptualize a wicked beast

[loverofviolets]

I need a ted lasso type show for formula 1

[allastoredeer]

Do you know any good fics where Alastor quits or feels like the hotel betrays him? extending this ask to the community since we are all vengeful over the hotel forgetting about him

Unfortunately, I haven't found a lot of fic's like that, but there is this one fic that I adore and it sort of follows that premise!

It's called "Dropped Shield" by LeDiz and it's basically Lucifer overstepping his own authority and "firing" Alastor from the hotel. Alastor, who's rightfully angry and offended, obliges. Everyone else quickly realizes that he was doing a lot to keep the hotel running, and problems ensue.

It's honestly one of my favorite fics and I wish we had more like it. I'd eat up every single story that explores how much Alastor does for the hotel and what the repercussions of him leaving would be.

If anyone else has fics that follow the premise Anon is asking for, please drop a link below, because I, too, would love to read them.

[carpetkibble]

I think they should let me re-write Shadowlands they can trust me with Anduin I swear

[cookiedough77]

ok someone help me find the orginal person that came up with this concept because it was SOMEONE ON TUMBLR I REMEMBER, who came up with a peacock!adrien au where basically:

adrien stole the peacock from his fathers safe, started using it to help ladybug and (cat holder, idk who it is)

ladybug and [cat holder] are very suspicious, but adrien tries his best to show he's friend with his sentimonsters even if he isnt actually "present" in the fight

since the peacock is damaged it means he's sick

I SWEAR SOMEONE CAME UP WITH THIS AND I WANTED TO EXPAND ON IT BUT I WANTED TO CREDIT WHO EVER DID IT FIRST

[visionsofcarnality]

Just Practice.

Young!Sevika x female!oc/reader. Idk. Fluffy fluffy with a few slightly suggestive moments but characters are minors so no sexual content. This is a little drabble from an au i’ve been cooking up and I finally finished something coherent lol.

(fanart by Kaylasilverfox_x on instagram it’s so good.)

"How do you know if you're good at kissing?" Sevika asked, fidgeting with the button on her vest while she stared up at the multicolored smoke clouds spilling over the rooftops of Zaun.

She and Jani were laying on their backs on one of those rooftops. It was rare to see the true sky in the underground. Cloud watching was near impossible. So they smog-watched instead. Sevika, at the ripe age of sixteen, turned her head when Jani didn't respond, looking at the other girl with her huge silver eyes.

Finally, seventeen-year-old Jani turned to look at her back, her eyes catching on the startling glow of the younger girl's. Sometimes she swore she could see the moon in its full clarity in her eyes. Wide and luminous and just... bright.

"I don't know." Jani shrugged. trying to be nonchalant. "I think it's one of those things... You just don't really know until you do it."

"So you just... Hope for the best?" Sevika asked thoughtfully, looking back up at the smoke. "Like, what if you go to kiss someone, and it sucks. And then they never wanna kiss you again?"

Jani laughed softly, "I think if you find the right person they won't care if you're a shitty kisser." She pointed out.

"Yeah, but still." Sevika groused, looking down as heat filled her cheeks. "It's supposed to be nice, though, right? Your first one? How is it gonna be nice if you don't know how to do it?"

"If you're so worried about it you can always just practice." Jani pointed out, rolling her head to the side to stare at the girl. "You know? With your hand or something?" She lifted her hand and made a loose fist. "Like that."

Sevika lifted her hand and copied the motion, staring at it skeptically, "Well it's not like my hand can tell me if i'm any good at it or not."

"Fuck's sake, Vika, if you're that worried i'll kiss you and tell you if you're shit at it." Jani blurted without thinking, immediately feeling regret sink like a stone in her gut.

For a long moment they just stared at each other, both too afraid to say anything else. Until-

"Really?" Sevika arched a brow, the dark arch disappearing under her jaggedly cut, dark bangs. "You would?"

Jani rolled her eyes and looked away. "Well not if you're gonna be fucking weird about it." She huffed, feeling her cheeks heat and shame wash over her skin.

"I mean..." Sevika started, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously. "It doesn't count if it's just practice... right?" She asked cautiously, hating the little jump her heart did for no reason. She had to just be nervous.

"Right." Jani murmured, turning her head back to look at Sevika. The younger girl was momentarily stunned into silence, taken aback by the vulnerability in her eyes. She didn't even realize how much time had passed until Jani forced a nervous chuckle. "Window's closing, Vika, take it or leave-" She was cut off by the soft pressure of Sevika's warm, pillowy lips against her own, pressing insistently as her hands tentatively moved up to hold her face as they kissed.

Jani gasped into her mouth but quickly recovered from the shock, gently touching her tongue to the seam of Sevika's lips, asking permission. She granted it, parting her lips just enough for Jani to test the waters, brushing the tip of her tongue to hers in a subtle reassurance, and maybe even a little bit of urging.

Like a switch was flipped, Sevika moaned softly into the kiss and rolled them from onto their sides, swinging one leg over Jani's body and straddling her, putting her weight on her knees so as to not crush her. Jani sighed softly and Sevika took the opportunity to dip her tongue into her mouth, returning the favor and caressing the smooth muscle of her tongue with her own. They kissed like teenagers, eager, clumsy, somehow confident and nervous all at once. Teeth carefully dodging teeth and breaths gasping out between them as their chests burned from the lack of air.

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed before Sevika pulled back to get a deep breath, breaking the haze surrounding them both and bringing sense to the moment.

For a long moment, they simply stared, both panting into the silence between them.

"So?" Sevika asked cautiously, feeling her cheeks heat as she abruptly broke the eye contact and got off Jani, scrambling to her feet nervously.

Jani didn't respond at first, laying on her back and processing what just happened. "Yeah- Yeah." She finally said, clearing her throat and looking away as she sat up. "You're not- that was." She swallowed. "Good, it was good."

Three weeks passed without either of them speaking a word of what happened between them. Days rolled into each other like normal, Jani lost her confused thoughts in the rhythm of her broom against the woolen mats. The sound taking over her heartbeat even as her elbows ached from the impact.

Sevika did much the same, gathering scrap metal for the man who had taken her on as an apprentice artificer. Scrambling for anything her mentor could melt down and repurpose. The nicks in the callouses of her fingertips from hauling the metal looked like canyons rather than wounds the way the dust clung to her skin. Dirt and metal clinging to the cracks and caking itself into the creases of her fingertips. Fingertips she couldn't help but imagine touching Jani's tawny skin. Brushing against the pillowed bow of her lips... Down the soft skin of her arms.

Neither of the girls understood what to do with these foreign feelings, focusing instead on anything other than childlike fantasies that swirled around their heads like little birds. There wasn't much opportunity for self discovery the way they were raised. At least in the traditional sense. Vika's mom had died when she was too young to be taught about the ways between adults. Jani, too, grew up without a mother, or a father, so she was never taught either.

There had been glimpses. Feeling in their stomachs when a woman at the market bent over a stall, her shirt stretching over her chest. The arch of the girl's neck in a mural near where Sevika used to live. The flashes of naked bodies through brothel curtains before they were shooed away... Vague ideas and and pictures with missing areas... Nothing could have prepared either of them for what now coursed in both of their veins. Some low hum that had taken over them both that heightened in intensity they closer they were.

There was no one to ask, really. No guide to turn to. Just teenage imagination and palpable exhilaration. So they did this dance. Perfectly synchronizing their days to avoid the flames that ignited in each other's presence.

Until one day nearly three weeks later. When the bell was just about to till the end of the day, and a urgent Sevika burst through the side door of the mat room, turning the heads of all the girls present.

Jani turned around as well, panting through her shirt tied around her mouth, which she pulled down with one hand. This left a line across her face from the center of her cheekbone across. Sevika felt a shock run through her, leaving warmth behind. Jani's shirt now hung around her brown neck, made darker than usual by the dust stuck to her sweat, forming patches of dirt and grime on her skin as it shone and sparkled in the light. She was beautiful. So beautiful. Utterly resplendent as her chest heaved, shifting her breasts lightly with each breath. A vision in plated bronze, worthy of worship and devotion.

The bell rang out and the other girls whooped, dropping their brooms and clapping each other's hands to celebrate the end of the day. Jani did not move, but simply stared at Sevika, breath coming quickly from rushing to the refinery.

"You hated it." Sevika started. "That's okay, I promise. We can just forget it ever happened, we don't have to talk about it ever again." Her words were running together, she was rambling now, adjusting her bracelet mindlessly. "Just- you haven't talked to me since so I figured you were trying to not hurt my feelings, so I just wanted you to know that it's fine that you hated it-"

"I didn't." Jani interrupted softly, cutting Sevika off and making them both pause. "Hate it." Jani clarified, fidgeting with her hands. "I kinda... I did like it." She spoke slowly, each word fighting its way out of her throat gripped by nerves. She smiled awkwardly, pulling her tied shirt from around her neck instead of twisting her fingers into knots. "I liked it."

Sevika felt like she couldn't breathe. Like her heart was going to break one of her ribs if it didn't stop beating so damned fast. "I liked it too." She whispered, "I liked it a lot."

They both smiled sheepishly, blushing at each other before Jani spoke again. "Okay." She said softly.

"Okay." Sevika repeated, nodding her head minutely. The air became instensely thick as they stated at each other, both feeling everything as well as nothing at once. Like the world had been turned inside out.

Then Jani was surging forward, dropping her shirt from her hand and clasping her hands gently to Sevika's face and pulling her closer, fastening their lips together with a soft gasp between them. In the same moment Sevika seemed to find her awareness of what was happening and lifted her arms, sliding her hands over Jani's sides. Janna, her skin was soft. She rubbed her thumbs across the velvety skin, feeling the soft hardness of her bone beneath the flesh there. Reveling in the feel and the sound of her breath coming in short gasps.

Neither was sure how long the kiss lasted before they broke apart, noses slotted against each other and smiles pressing against cheeks. Giggling softly to each other in the empty refinery room.

[tremordusk]

Lilia: you have two options…

Rio, leaning on the chair with her feet on table: uh huh

Lilia: you either do the dishes…

Rio: No please no

Lilia: Or you top Agatha, I am going to give you two slips—

Rio, aggressively grabbing the paper: Top Agatha.

Lilia: You sure?

Rio: Did I stutter?

*Rio ended up doing the dishes after denying Agatha an orgasm-*

[yuri-is-online]

Criminally Smooth (Floyd Leech x Yuu)

Floyd might have a concussion, but that doesn't mean he can't recognize true love when he sees it, and that halo the bisexual lighting of this cop car is giving you makes him think he might have a chance.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, based off a meme I saw and the song Bonnie and Clyde by Dutch Melrose. Vaguely modern au, hints of a mafia au? Yuu and Floyd are implied to be adults and full of bad decisions. More fic can be found on my masterlist.

“Hey baby, what's your name?” Floyd's teeth are sharp and his smile is weirdly wide, like he's trying to display his mouth for you. “You come here often? I swear I've seen ya somewhere before…” You take a deep breath trying to ground yourself, the metal of the handcuffs should be painful enough to do the trick but the ridiculousness of Floyd asking that question when you're both going to jail is overriding the discomfort.

“We've met before, yeah.” You grumble trying to shift to get a bit more comfortable as Floyd's eyes get wide as saucers in a way that would be cute if that meeting hadn't been him shaking you down for “interfering” with Azul’s business model.

“Really?” He sounds so happy, and tries to move his hands to do who knows what but gets stopped by the cuffs, which wipes away the facade of kindness as he glares down at them. “Well I must have introduced myself-”

“You did yeah.” You try to cut off whatever it is he has to say and try not to die of embarrassment when it doesn't stop him from babbling.

“I've got your number then right?” Floyd begins wiggling to reach for his back pocket and glares when Officer Clover tells him to knock it off. “You're just so fucking pretty please tell me that wasn't just a dream and I got your number.” Are you even talking to the same person?

“I don't think so?” He whines, whines! When you say that and looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “We uh. We weren't. Didn't get much of a chance to talk.” You shouldn't be flustered by this. Shouldn't be thinking that it's sort of cute how he presses up against the bars separating you in the back of the cruiser to try and get as close to you as possible.

“Aww well let me do it again please?” You nod and try not to fluster when he brings back the dreamy smile places his cuffed hands against the bars. “I'm Floyd, sorry I totaled your car, baby.” It wasn't your car but you know better to say that in something rigged for audio. “You free this Saturday? I wanna make it up to you and I know a real great place-”

“I don't think either of you are going to be free this weekend,” Officer Clover isn't even hiding how much he's enjoying this you really wish you could get away with punching him “sorry Floyd.”

“Ignore Sea Turtle, oh hey I don't know your name do I?” Surprisingly Floyd isn't annoyed at all, he's still keeping his mouth wide and gets even more excited when you begin to subconsciously mimic him. “C'mon what's your name pretty?”

“It's Yuu but you kept calling me-”

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!!!” He shouts so loud Officer Clover slams on the brakes out of shock, Floyd laughs as he tumbles around and you try to brace against the wall. “Dawww ya should have just led with that baby, I wouldn't have rammed ya. Not with a car anyway.” The police cruiser lurches again as you feel the tires hit something, slamming Floyd against the door and tumbling you towards the floor. He bites down on the metal of his cuffs making sure to keep eye contact with you as he chews through the metal, winking like he's putting on some sort of show and not at all surprised or afraid that your ride is spiraling out of control. “Remember, Saturday ok? And don't worry about dressing nice I'll take care of it ♡” His door flies open as Officer Clover scrambles for his radio and Floyd jumps out of the tank into an awaiting vehicle laughing the entire time, yelling a few choice expletives at the police commissioner as he goes. You curl yourself into a tiny ball and chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to process what just happened over the angry squaking you hear on the radio.

There's no way a judge is letting you make bail after this.

[asfodelle]

The height difference is lovely