#OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT

[thedovesaredying]

Imagine, Mafia Boss Kyle taking a liking to the sweet thing serving behind the bar of an associate's club. He's supposed to be there to meet with his old mentor, Price, to discuss an arrangement that will benefit them both. Price has one of his expensive cigars between his lips, lazily puffing at the smoke like an old dragon as he listens to the other man spout off his terms.

Normally, Kyle would be calmly sipping at his provided drink while keeping his mind laser focused on the conversation happening around him. Instead, his eyes track your every movement, how you so easily perform your job while laughing along with each patron and gracing them with your brilliant smile.

But someone like you deserves much better than to be serving drinks to common, everyday people. You should be sat in his lap looking pretty while he feeds you straight from his fingertips and caresses your skin with his lips.

The deal wraps up quickly, with both Price and the other man agreeing to the proposed terms. Kyle's approval is all that's left for everything to go ahead, and he gives it happily, with one minor alteration to the deal.

Hopefully you won't be too upset about needing to travel to his side of town for your new position.

[gatos-e-flores]

my personal interpretation about the ending of the forgotten turnabout

[sharkboyandlavalieb]

EP 03 - Eugene 'DOC' Roe "Was just a ricochet"

[honeybyte]

what if,, harpies,,,,

[valravenn]

something something triton headcanons something something i love fish

[skyland2703]

…ok so I got inspired <3

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Thesis in the tags

[kingmiyo]

Okay so, HEAR ME OUT Nano did things to him! Nano does things to everyone > >

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[haunted-glassesgurl]

Klance gymnastics AU

Keith is a professional gymnast, he participated at the Olympics and won 3 times, now he is recovering from a minor injury he had during his last tournament at the first gym he ever went to and where he fell in love with gymnastics. Lance, is a professor at this gym, he teaches mostly kids and teenagers, he is an amazing teacher and gymnast himself, but the last time he participated at a big event he got injured and never competed again, afraid that it might happen again or simply because he found something else he was passionate about, and that was teaching what he loved to do most. He also found a new way to distract himself, and that was aerial acrobatics, he was good, very good, and every time he got the chance to traind at the gym he would set his music and just... enjoy, be free on the air with no one to impress or to worry about.

So, one time, Keith decides to train earlier that usual, he knows that this one trainer Lance is usually the one that opens the gym, so on his way he goes. When he arrives he hears music coming from inside, curiosity wins over him and starts to investigate. Keith didn't know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. Lance in the middle of the air, doing one of the most beautiful and difficult routines of air acrobatics he aha ever seen like it was nothing, and just... enjoying himself. It was in that moment that Keith fell in love, the way Lance's body moved, his eyes closed like he just wasn't 8 meters up in the air, his smile, his skin mixing with the fabric, it was all so perfect and ethereal. Before he could be seen by the Cuban boy, Keith left and made his life mission to win over Lance's heart.

[daily-red-character]

Red Character of the Day 🍎

day 150

Light Yagami

From: Death Note

Divider cred; astralnymphh , unknown

[bestcatboychatnoir]

no i haven’t started yet another wip…

why would you suggest such a thing…?

[sae-mian]

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

For the writing prompts, for whomever comes to mind. <3

aaaa thank you!!! now i have to figure out how i want to actually.. format these...

TIMELINE: ballad WHEN: patch 5.5 WHO: nira'sae/g'raha SUMMARY: a moment after they returned from paglth'an sporting some fresh injuries.

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They thought they'd done pretty well, all things considered.

It was their first real taste of combat outside of sparring since they'd recovered from their... incident, at the tower. The Scions had done everything they could to ensure they were prepared - geared them, lectured them, subjected them to hours of training - but the world wouldn't wait forever.

Fandaniel didn't seem eager to wait at all.

But no amount of preparation could make up for almost a decade of missing experience. So... they took a few hits.

It was nothing major, by their standards. The "Lunar Ifrit" had been mean as all Hell, but, they were sure they'd fought worse before. An errant swipe had come out lower and faster than they expected, catching them across the thigh - shaken for just a moment too long, they stumbled, and one swipe cascaded into two, giving them a matching gash across their hip and abdomen.

All of which had led them here, to the room they'd been given in the Hourglass, getting ready to dress down and address the damage. They could very well have done more on the journey over - but as they'd told Alisaie - keeping Arenvald stable was the priority, at the time. They should have known better than to think she'd let that slide.

There was a knock at the door.

Hurriedly grabbing a robe to throw on, shirtless as they now were, they braced themself for a renewed lecture.

"Uh- come in?"

It wasn't their little Elezen friend that opened the door, however.

Instead, G'raha Tia made his way through the threshold, looking about as pleased as Alisaie had been.

"Nira'sae." he greeted, sounding far more stern than they were used to.

They wrapped the robe a little tighter.

"H-hi-- um. Is everything alright?"

"It was brought to my attention that you didn't return entirely unscathed."

Ah. She'd ratted them out.

He was before them, now. Arms folded with the manner of one scolding a child.

"Well, no, b-but..."

"Let me see."

"I-it's okay-- I'll deal with it."

"Nira'sae."

For someone that had just fought through a veritable legion of tempered Imperials, and bested some new amalgamation of Primal, they found they really had no backbone at all.

They slowly untied and shrugged off the robe, letting it hang from their elbows. It was blood-stained, now. Oops.

G'raha's face immediately softened into gentle concern. He stepped closer, leaning in to get a better look - it took all their resolve not to take a step back in turn, cheeks starting to colour.

They stared pointedly at the wall until he tutted, straightening.

"Sit down. I'll handle this."

It wasn't a question. He was already taking off his gloves. They opened their mouth to argue, but he cut them off.

"Oh, and take those off."

He was gesturing to their pants. Without the robe, the tear in them was fairly obvious. Their ears pinned back, a mild sense of panic and anticipation mixing in the pit of their stomach.

"I don't-- you don't have to, I can--"

"No, but I'd like to."

"B-but--"

His hand found one of theirs.

"Honestly, Nira..." his voice was quieter now - chiding but gentle, "...just relax, and let me take care of you. Okay?"

Their heart was racing in their chest, all nerves and butterflies, but when he squeezed their hand...

They found themselves nodding anyway.

[boobpancakes]

listen lilium might be stalking a boy rn but i can give you the hannah guarantee™ that she will end her story a lesbian

[honeybyte]

beatrix potter game........

[apparently-artless]

BUTTCHIRA!!! ( 〃▽〃)

dedicated to @xxnothingbutstrangerxx (she's the one who came up with the butt pun)

[mindsafe]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds / for annie & reiner

@chaoslulled || from [ X ] || CLOSED

THE FEMALE TITAN was a project, handcrafted with versatility in mind // it is only fitting that annie should be its last inheritor.

a bittersweet farewell; a curse lifted. annie is free of the invisible noose that would gradually tighten around her neck. going forward, this life belongs to her, && her exclusively.

she will have to adapt.

she cannot go home. the brick && mortar holdfast that once contained her was reduced to rubble && ash; her beloved woodland haunt was consumed by fire && smoke. in time, nature would heal, && the sun would smile upon new growth. songbirds would return to make their nests && raise their young. annie cannot wait that long.

she will have to adapt.

THE LONE WOLF ( defanged, declawed, deformed ) finds her place among the rest of the survivors: ackerman, arlert, kirstein, springer, && some others. regardless of past loyalties, they ( mostly ) accept her as one of their own. much like herself, their hands have been defiled by war. those same hands, including her own, would chart an uncertain future.

she will have to adapt.

her inheritance abides like a phantom limb. THE FEMALE TITAN is no longer a part of her, yet its pervasive presence continues to haunt her: there is an instance where a common housefly encroaches on personal space, flying too close to the nape of her neck. muscle memory dictates the motions of her hand - reflexes have dulled, she notices; more recently, annie nicks herself peeling potatoes for supper. even in times of peace, she somehow ends up with blood on her hands. the laceration is shallow. if there is pain, annie does not register it. she waits patiently for flesh to mend, as it always has. it doesn't. an unstinting reminder of what it means to be more than HUMAN: she was once harder than diamond // now she is more fragile than glass.

she will have to adapt.

it is reiner who finds her in this state of vulnerability, coming to terms with a newfound lack of purpose. annie looks over at him, glassy-eyed. there was a time where she hated him; && she was certain the feeling was mutual. but if lived experiences have taught her one thing, it's that hatred is exhausting.

❝ do you know where the first-aid kit is? ❞ annie feels stupid for asking; she feels stupid for feeling stupid. she half-expects an unfunny joke at her expense, for failing at something so simple. for being careless ( how ironic ). for anything. but that version of reiner was one of many casualties.

just like the version of herself that possessed the will to fight back.