#attention acquired!

[promiscuousasexual]

pierre...and carlos...a more harmonious teammate pairing...

oh god i think this would cement the downfall of alpine, they’re gonna kill everyone around them and then each other

let alpine think it’s harmonious so that way it actually happens

[nyashykyunnie]

POV: You can't tell my type and it's definitely not tall dark and handsome men who are filthy rich with the sluttiest waists known to mankind ever

[tea-time-terrier]

She is so so pretty but also her face is so so dumb sometimes and the only thing to do is smooch her on her little forehead!

[subjectivemortality]

there he is

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

Was suddenly possessed with the urge to draw them again

[whump-card]

"The world was spinning dangerously" for five-sentence asks!

The world was spinning dangerously. Lark Karlo Lark staggered back until he hit the wall, dusty wooden paneling thumping dully against his spine. Everything was moving - the motel bed curved, the ceiling fan turned lazily, the walls arched, the woman swam toward him.

"Just relax," her soft voice permeated the haze, her lips falling in and out of sync, "Just relax."

The room grew as Lark shrank, sinking down to the floor as his stone legs crumbled.

This wasn't what he'd signed up for.

[hinamie]

my left wrist is still protesting but i napped and im normal again 😌

[tenderperversion-moved]

btw i used oasis as background noise while i was plucking my eyebrows today #ally.

[goodplace-janet]

my executives aren't functioning, help me decide which task to focus on. both are due tomorrow at midnight

[kbots]

sometimes I forget that people don’t know i work at a zoo so I told my friend I got bit by a macaw the other day and suffice it to say she was baffled

[lovevalley45]

sometimes i have to try to find evidence of a server nickname i've had and then i am faced with the dilemma that i mostly screenshot my own messages when i say smth chaotic and cursed so my evidence of my hot frog days is just. my infamous "none of these words are in the bible" comment abt season six of legends

[promiscuousasexual]

same guy who basically let max shove him around in the weighing room without retaliation and literally got picked up and spun around like a disney princess by fernando is apparently out here pinning pierre to walls OKAAAYYY what in the ao3

oh my god i completely forgot about the max thing LMFAOOO how did that ever escape my mind omg like we HAVE seen esteban in a physical fight before, he just looks at you and laughs

[athousandmorningss]

imagine my horror & confusion when the librarian informed me that I cannot, in fact, check out the book titled Kraken: The Curious, Exciting and Slightly Disturbing Science of Squid as it is a reference book.

[butter-tartz-writez]

im having thoughts maybe i have to write a dj-coded weighty drabble of sorts. Who knows. we need some debauchery in the oven

[10-4ward]

Me, two days ago: Man I don't understand why anyone would want their post to not get notes. Isn't that the whole point?

Me, today: oh

[fatewoven]

dressed. and mark. @gunpact / prompt.

Lacking not in luxury, the private chambers enclosed by thick draperies as a phonograph echoes a recording captured in metallic, enchanted disks, Enver remains in his seat as a voyeur — utterly indulgent (incorrigible!) with a wine glass while leaning to the side, smile visible past the curl of his gauntlets. The rack of clothes delivered that morning hangs onto the last of the custom-tailored fits, and while there's a delicate, silk-printed partition acting as a barrier for modesty's sake, he's pleased that Percival forewent its use after an initial bout of reservation. It wouldn't do for his most brilliant parts to be hidden from Enver, scars and all.

It's one matter to acknowledge Percival's quicksilver mind. Another entirely when it comes to his noble-bred qualities.

The final outfit is nothing short of decadent; dark embroidered silk fitted with red and gold accents, his favored colors, and as expected, the attire fits perfectly. It accentuates the whip-cord lean figure, perhaps a touch tighter than necessarily comfortable per written instructions. A reminder that he's wearing what Enver wants. A reminder of belonging.

"Allow me." Voice blending in with the music, some elvhen orchestral that fades to the background as Enver approaches, his figure looms shadowed in the mirror, remaining out of sight until a gold-sipped hand drifts into view. A pluck here, a caress there. Slow, covetous with every measured touch, he begins undoing the buttons and peeling the jacket off while pressing closer — cool leather and heavy cloth against Percival's bared back. "Now now, don't look away from the mirror. See how handsome you are?" Lovely, he murmurs, too, tracing pectorals, digging into old scars as if he could dig out the history.

Expensive fabric pools by their feet, sure to wrinkle as he continues without care. Enver drags his teeth over his neck, nipping at the shell of his ear, appearing shadow-draped as more of him reveals itself to the mirror. "Though I must say, you look your best working away at a new design. Or perhaps laid out on my bed. I've yet to decide." Tongue teasing, the words drip heavy as Enver glides his fingers across Percival's torso, finding the smattering of deep-tissue scars attractive. He'd look better with a few more, the possessive mind supplies, and that's an idea for another time as he traces the lightning-gouge across a left arm that twitches, seemingly wanting to touch him in return. Ah, not yet. Enver nips his neck, teeth laving until a mark blooms stark.

Eventually, fingers enclosing around Percival's jaw, he tilts his head away from their reflection for a wet, biting kiss — and doesn't catch the smoke-dark entity leering at him from its depths. "What do you think? Are these to your taste, meum decus?"