for the anon i guess

anonymous asked:

For requests (take your time if you need) I'd like otayuri and literally the first thing that comes to your mind. Can be whatever you think of

{I’ll start by saying WOW, this is like the first thing I’ve written in almost a month now. and then I’ll say that i MAY be able to be persuaded to continue this. With like a lot of persuading.} 

Warning: Some Violence. Yeah. Mafia AU….

Otabek carefully observes the man before him.

A vision of deathly gold, alarmingly not-dressed, with a mane of pale hair wisp-ing past his shoulders, and the smirk of a devil caressing his lips.

Beautiful, is the first thought that comes to Otabek’s mind. Dangerous, is the next.

The silk sheet spilling across the man’s chest is only comparable to the thin blood dripping from the mouth of the man lying at his feet. Red, if only just so, and alluring where it parts to reveal stark white skin. His stained hands are resting delicately on the arms of the ornate chair he sits in, like a king on a tainted throne, and his bare, thin legs are propped crudely on the body below him like a footrest. His whole demeanor oozes something akin to death.

He meets Otabek’s observing gaze with stoic green eyes that hold no mercy, no remorse.

“I suspect you have some business here,” he says in a voice that’s heavy and Russian, much too deep for his delicate features, “and if not, you do now.”

“Nikiforov sends his regards,” Otabek is careful not to waiver or shift his eyes as he answers. “And I’m his regards.”

That earns a twitch of the smirk and a raised eyebrow from the blonde. “Victor is never displeased with me enough to kill me, and he fancies himself to be too high class to send a call boy, so, am I to assume you’re cleanup?”

“Yes,” Otabek nods and gestures to the roll of plastic under his arm, then to the body between. The blonde tracks the movement like a cat tracks it’s prey. “Unless this is just an interesting choice in furniture.”

The statement, and his unwavering calm, has its desired effect and the other’s amusement is evident. It’s a good sign Otabek’s job might go smoothly this time, unlike a few have before.

“Do you have a name? Or should I just call you Victor’s Regards?”

“Names are sensitive things, I suspect you know that.” Otabek replies, stepping closer and releasing the tension from his shoulders as he stretches his fingers inside his leather gloves, and prepares the plastic. “You can call me whatever you want.”

“Hmm. That’s no good.” The blonde hums, lifting his feet from the body and shifting the sheet draped over his own. “Even this goon gave me a name, and he was trying to kill me in my sleep.” He laughs, a hollow sound, like faltering bells. “Though, the name wasn’t precisely his, and I suppose I did give him a bit of urging.”

There’s a pause where he clicks his tongue then drops his voice, and Otabek can feel the predatory gaze grind over him once more, “I don’t think I’d mind urging you, albeit a bit differently.”

Otabek pauses his cleanup at the insinuation, he absorbs it, but doesn’t rebuke it. The word beautiful edging across his thoughts again before he stamps it back down.

Instead, he focuses on the new information, letting the situation around him come into clearer focus. 

A self defense kill, or rather a foiled assassination from the look of it.

The bed sitting to the right of the room is rumpled, one post skewed slightly to the side and the headboard dented rather deeply; indications that quite the struggle occurred. The dead guy isn’t someone Otabek knows from the hitman lists he’s privy to, and there aren’t any identifying marks or association tattoos that he can see without stripping him. Otabek assumes he brought the gun that has been placed on the window table right beside where the blonde sits. There’s no signs it was even used.

Otabek can’t visibly locate another weapon to explain the kill, but the holes in the dead guy’s torso added with the blood on the blonde’s hands– and several feet of the room–suggests he may not have needed one. It looks as though he tore into the man with his bare hands. Quite a feat, but not the most improbable kill Otabek has seen, though perhaps one of the more gruesome.

“If it helps,” The blonde continues suddenly, jarring Otabek from his analysis, “you can call me Yura.”

Otabek stays silent, going back to the task at hand and allowing something else to click into place at the back of his mind.

Yura is not a common name in the circles Otabek runs in, but that makes it a recognizable one:

 Yura, Yurio, Yuratchka, all levels of diminutives for the same man, Yuri Plisetsky; The Ice Tiger.  A title earned through a cold demeanor and a signature kill, and one Victor Nikiforov often uses fondly.

So, it was with his bare hands then, Otabek thinks lightly as he finishes wrapping the body.

The knowledge should make fear rise to his chest, or perhaps a bit of awe, but Otabek’s been doing this for far too long and he has far too many nasty tricks of his own. Instead, it brings a twisted smirk to his lips, and more than a few improper thoughts to his forebrain. Those of course, he’ll have to sort out later, perhaps after asking Victor a few pointed questions.

Otabek.” He says finally, securing the last corner of plastic over the body. “You may call me Otabek.”

anonymous asked:

Why aren't you dating though? You're pretty enough to?

Thank you for calling me pretty but honestly like. That has nothing to do with dating.

I just am at a place in my life that I don’t want a relationship. I have a lot of things I want to do before I even start to think about love like. I want to move, I want to open my own business, I want to travel, experience… the world, fuck. I’m only 20 years old, I mean that’s fine if others my age want that commitment but I don’t want it, I don’t so I choose to not even date because I don’t want it going somewhere.

If I meet someone along the way, that’s fantastic. But if I don’t meet someone till after? I’m okay with that too.

anonymous asked:

Soooo I went on Pinterest and it turns out that most of your texts are from other ppl... like damn, try to be creative. Honestly, I used to love your work and then I saw that you copied/stole/whatever someone else's texts. Bitch what? Smh..

to be honest, the first few set of imagines that i made on here were inspired or whatever from the works I had seen on Pinterest, not gonna lie. But that was maybe 3-4 months ago? and since then i’ve been using my own imagines and making my own stuff because it was truly not my work and I didn’t like it. I mean sure you can call me a bitch or whatever you want but honestly if you’ve checked out any of my recent posts then you’d definitely see the difference between the old and new texts. Soooo uh, yeah also i deleted and replaced the old ones for this very reason. anon thank you for setting me straight even though, I was already in the process of getting them off my blog.

my bitch ass cringes to hell and back because i even posted them but I’ve since deleted and don’t claim them/never will as my content


anonymous asked:

hm, melchior would ask lesbians what "lesbian means" and when they say they like girls he'd say "oh, so that makes me a lesbian too ;)"

petition to keep melchior away from All wlw forever 

anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know where that GIF of Chambo is from? Is it from a TV show or something?

It was part of their “secret” preparation before the world cup qualifying games, here you can find more info and pictures (x) sadly i haven’t found nor seen the video yet.

If someone can pleaseeee add or send a link , My anon and I would be  very grateful :’) , thanks in advanced! 

anonymous asked:

i would make a post about voting for mamamoo on mcountdown but also.... eh. cant make people vote for someone their mad at. it shows in the results of their youtube views and votes

let’s focus more on fans who want to support mamamoo ^^ for those who are mad at mamamoo, they could either take a break from mamamoo, or leave. it’s their choice and we cannot do anything about it other than to respect their decision. for those to stayed on, we should help them!

also, let’s not focus on the hate. hate is inevitable and the most we could do is to ignore it, because if we reply to them or restrict our actions because of them, they’re going to enjoy it even more and it’s going to be our own loss. 

anonymous asked:

oi. I'm not sure if you're still doing reqs or something but... could possibly sketch a klance smooch? thx!

I mean– there is a smooch happening here– but this didn’t start off as angst I swear!

anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered doing character fusion art? Sorta like that steven universe thing, except with bnha characters.

Never really thought about doing them before and I dunno why since I love that kinda art??? So here, have the ot3 these were seriously fun

anonymous asked:

lance,,, Keith,,,, the lights of my life,,,, where are your shades or safety glasses on that motorcycle,,,, you will get dirt or rocks in your eyes,,, (I'm not trying to be rude and point out mistakes btw. this isn't meant to offend in anyway, I'm just trying to encourage good safety procedures. I see a lot of art where they don't have things covering their eyes and that's really dangerous)

Bonus from

LMAO, it is so true, noni!!
No offense taken at all, you are absolutely right XD
 and safety is the most important part (and keith should know it)

anonymous asked:

pride and prejudice wasn't written as a resistance to the patriarchy djdjfhdhsj what

i mean i’ve been staring at this message for a solid minute now pondering how to reply, trying to figure out how ro reply, but honestly it boils down to one question: have you read it?

because literally the prevalent theme of pride & prejudice as well as other works of Austen—perhaps most visibly, sense & sensibility—is the ironic social commentary on the degraded role of women, as subjected and dependent on the way of whether they would marry well as they used to be?

like, honestly, what did you think it was about? sure it has a romance in it, but it’s probably one of the the most politically designed and carried out romantical arcs in literature, as it relies not so much on mutual affection, but rather darcy aknowledging his fault of diminishing elizabeth as an intelligent human being. at first, we see him as quite obviously set upon taking her for granted and applying stereotypes; startled with her outspoken attitude and clueless as to why she would reject him. because it IS surprising, that’s the point, given the context of Austen’s novel, the commonly praised choice would be to accept not only darcy, but mr collins without another thought. what do you think is the reason mrs bennet was so distraught all the time? there was no way of securing the future of her daughters other than marriage, we hear it being repeated over and over again—they cannot inherit their father’s fortune.

and—good grief. that’s the romantic ‘main plot’ concerning darcy and elizabeth alone, because the whole point is that he changes his beliefs and acknowledges elizabeth as an equal in the end. darcy isn’t exceptional for being surly and broody, he’s exceptional because he listens and learns.

but all the rest? the whole arc of charlotte, and her unhappy and dull marriage to mr collins, and the stark contrast with elizabeth. charlotte is not WRONG, she does the only thing she knows for certain will allow her to live in a respectful way without becoming ‘a burden to her parents’. the arc of lydia, basing off her portrayal against wickham? even with all his debt, infamy and faults, wickham’s opinion is at no point more blemished than lydia’s. that’s the point, that’s reiteraring the original notion of the disparity between men and women in regency England. the radiating, stinging paternalistic attitude of mr collins towards elizabeth when he marries charlotte and TELLS her that she would probably get no better chance. his absolute belief—corresponding with darcy’s, and contrasted with the latter’s rehabilitation later on—that elizabeth has no choice but accept him.

and elizabeth herself—for all the composition and impeccable manners, she IS a controversial figure in the novel. take the scene when she’s bashed by lady catherine de bourgh, the ongoing commentary on her being too forward with her opinions, the continuous bashing coming from her mother—the lingering threat that lizzy’s ‘stubbornness’ will cause her much trouble and, above all, prevent her from securing both her and the other sisters from absolute poverty when their father dies.

and, just … of course it’s written subtly, it’s conveyed in elizabeth’s wit, in austen’s slightly ironic narrative. the problem with the situation of women is not EXPLICITLY named and stated. it’s not modern times where we’re accustomed to forward addressing of feminist issues. no: it’s shown. it is not only the consistent theme in her works, it’s the prevalent theme of them. i mean, come on, there’s tonnes and tonnes of books that were NOT written with a purpose of targeting partiarchy. fuck, there are much MORE of such books than there is of the latter kind. But to choose Pride & Prejudice specifically, a novel which became one of the most famous books in the world, renowned for e x a c t l y t h i s … i cannot comprehend. please, at least consider this: do you really think the purpose of austen writing p&p was writing a romance? really? why would it become so much of a literature landmark, then?

i don’t mean to be nasty and honestly, go and have your opinion, you’re perfectly entitled to it, but it does make me sad that a novel that is a witty, outsanding and one of a kind social commentary on the plight of women in a specific time period written by a woman IN the time period is turned into something as common as a novel with a romantic plot. that’s all.