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It's not like Viktor forgot – the night of their Grand Prix Finale Banquet wasn't exactly forgettable. But it isn't until he's watching Yuuri skating his free program that he feels like he truly remembers. [A scattering of Viktor's thoughts that lead to him traveling to Japan to become Yuuri's coach.]

Wordcount: ~ 700 words Rating: Teen Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov Characters: Viktor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Episode 1: Easy as Pirozhki!! The Grand Prix Final of Tears, Introspection, Stream of Consciousness, Developing Feelings, Viktor is low-key crushing on Yuuri

Even though the fic itself is set during episode 1 it builds on the flashback shown in episode 10, so please (mentally or physically haha) revisit the camera roll that was shown at the end of that episode, especially these two shots

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Episode 3

Episode 5

So... if I do the obvious math here this means that inside that backpack Edwin and Charles are at least holding hands, assuming Edwin, as non-master of the backpack, needs a tether to the one who can navigate the backpack to avoid dismemberment... though personally I prefer to picture Charles hanging onto the lid of the backpack with one hand while hugging Edwin to himself with the other like some cliché action hero

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Wordcount: 2k Rating: Teen Relationship: Lucy Chen/Tim Bradford (pre-relationship but very sappy) Characters: Tim, Lucy and a certain car Additional Tags: Emotional, Trust, Soft, their relationship is platonic in the fic but romantic in my heart, set at a handwave-y time mid season 4 Summary: What happened to Lucy's car.

Lucy doesn't even know why she looks it up. There isn't any reason to, so if asked she'd most likely blame it on the usual blend of boredom, procrastination and idle curiosity that creeps in whenever she has to write a particularly dull report and the hour is nearing midnight. But that would be an explanation made up on the spot. All she really knows is that one moment she's cross-checking the contact of a witness and the next she's entering the achingly familiar numbers and letters of her baby into the database. 5PCI472

If you're the visual type like me, you may make use of these screenshots:

Car & Guy Tamara sold the car to (3x03)

Tim's driveway (though I conventiently ommitted the outdoor furniture) (don't actually remember the episode, it was the one with the Tim-stops-a-car-chase opening scene)

Tim's pickup (4x22)

And now, to agonzing. My sister was like "Hey, but don't they change licence plates when a car is sold?" and I, graceful adult that I am, of course didn't have the slightest clue. Instead of bothering with rl I went back to check what licence plate Lucy's car had before/when Tamara stole it (3x02) which was still the same one

but different in the pilot

so either Tamara also changed licence plates (?!) or I don't even know, so I decided not to stress over this (she said, while stessing about it in a tumblr post).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic!

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Common denominator?

ʇɥƃı̣ןı̣ʍꓕ

Odd man out?

ʇɥƃı̣ןı̣ʍꓕ ʇuǝƃⱯ

Why?

✨ǝןʞɹɐdS✨ ɐ ƃuı̣ssı̣ɯ s,ǝɥ oʍʇ ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ oʇ pǝɹɐdɯoƆ

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Hello people of the tumblr world

It's been a while. I don't want to say I'm back, because I'm not, but I'm definitely here.

Life has been... *gestures vaguely* you know. Things happened. I've got a permanent full-time job now (had it for almost a year) which I enjoy very much, so that's yay for ralf's financial security and general peace of mind. Unfortunately my private life has also turned into a continuous dumpster fire, so that's nay for ralf's emotional stability and general well-being. I guess you can't have it all.

Anyway. I will probably post some things occasionally. And by things I mean the random bs that usually populates this blog. I probably won't engage much with tumblr (or any social media) apart from that, though, so yeah. Don't expect to see me around hahaha.

<3

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Heads Up, Seven Up!

Look who's showing her face again around here after almost a year of radio silence XD this smashing comeback is thanks to the one and only @silver-lily-louise who tagged me in a little writer's challenge.

(Before I get into that though I need to yell about your post for a sec because it sent me into a giggling fit. Not only the genius wordplay with Seven's name in the beginning but also the fic snippet itself because damn, you really nailed the characterization of both of them! I can see Seven's doubtingly raised eyebrow and Harry trying to play it off and being all breezy even though he is a cinnamon roll and can't fool anyone into thinking differently... I enjoyed every second of that!)

Now, the Challenge!

Share the last seven sentences you wrote.

Well, let's see. I'm currently (=since February) working on my German Attack on Titan fanfic (which is why I've been MIA on ao3, if anyone's been wondering...) Fun Fact, I've already mentioned that fic once on here a loooong while ago and the line from then doesn't exist in this form anymore, hahaha! Anyway, back then was chapter 3, what I'll share now is from chapter 18. I decided to leave it at six sentences because they form a unit of meaning and since they're German sentences they're still more than 1,5x as long as Louise's 9 - and almost twice as long in English, because of course - so I think we're good XD Here goes!

Levi examined his charges who were lined up in front of him like organ pipes. With their vastly differing level of knowledge it wouldn't make sense to provide Eren and Mikasa with the same training. Mikasa had already mastered much more than just the basics of self defense and if Levi recalled his little sparring session with Eren in the waiting room of his studio and Eren's subsequent performance on the punching bag then there was no doubt that Eren braved any fight on enthusiasm and overflowing anger alone, not on any kind of understanding of fighting techniques. Armin at least had a solid grasp on the essentials but nothing more. It was now around six thirty so there were roughly two and a half hours left until the Titans would likely tell them the place for the hostage exchange and they'd discuss their plan of action. He would make the most of it.

And of course, here's the German original:

Levi musterte seine Schützlinge, die aufgereiht vor ihm standen wie die Orgelpfeifen. Bei einem so unterschiedlichen Wissensstand war es nicht sinnvoll, Eren und Mikasa dasselbe Training angedeihen zu lassen. Mikasa beherrschte bereits weit mehr als nur die Grundlagen der Selbstverteidigung und wenn Levi sich an sein kleines Gefecht mit Eren im Wartezimmer seines Studios und auch dessen anschließende Vorstellung am Boxsack erinnerte, war klar, dass Eren jeden Kampf allein mit Enthusiasmus und überschäumender Wut bestritt, nicht aber mit irgendeinem Verständnis von Kampftechniken. Armin hatte zumindest ein solides Basiswissen, mehr allerdings nicht. Es war jetzt ungefähr halb sieben, also hatte er noch etwa zweieinhalb Stunden Zeit, bis sich die Titanen mutmaßlich mit dem Ort des Geiselaustauschs melden und sie ihr genaues Vorgehen besprechen würden. Er würde das Beste draus machen.

I'm pretty sure the expression with the organ pipes does not exist in English but I decided to go with a literal translation anyway XD

Thanks for reading, if you made it through all of my rambles ;D

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jfklsdjflkf i am over the moon with joy! i’ve only just seen this, thank you so much @littlesmartart​ i’m so delighted and very grateful. your art is beautiful, as always, simple yet so expressive, you capture emotion so masterfully. seriously, thank you! you’ve made my entire week (and the next one as well) ❤️

DRAWTOBER #28 - happy xiyao AU by ralf

Stand alone fics with the same backdrop: Xiyao happily married at Cloud Recesses (and winning at communication). Mostly character / relationship study.

this AU is just so 🥺🥺🥺 in a universe where Meng Yao marries Xichen instead of joining the Jin because of [handwave] reasons, we get to see a bunch of short scenes illustrating how xiyao have become Communication Kings and learn how to navigate each other's struggles! very soft and fluffy, absolutely would recommend.

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Nevermind that this scene is already peak hilarity, to me it became even funnier when I realized...

(Ep 23)

...Mei Changsu wasn't just baselessly trash talking Xia Jiang and the Xuanjing Bureau, he actually has a point.

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Nihuang’s cheeky little smile is everything tbh

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Me: Oh, that dessert was so sweet. Quick, name something salty to think of.

My sister: Alec.

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Hey, would you like a fluffy minky foxyao pouch? I’ve opened an interest check here! More info also on my Twitter here ✌️

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what’s up with that picture, you might ask. well. i wrote a thing, and this relates to it.

((yes, i do mean the green vase in the background hahaha))

for context, check out the fic on archive here:

return

Just like the number of surviving Asgardians had been cut in half five years ago in the blink of an eye it had doubled again over night, a fact that filled Thor with fierce, vindictive pride, more than disposing of Thanos had.

At least one of his failings he had managed to rectify.

And yet an irrefutable sense of heavy wistfulness lingered at the tail ends of this thought because he stood alone at the edge of this cliff face, had no one to share this triumph with. No one had returned to him.

“Hello, Brother.”

Wordcount: ~ 600 words Rating: Teen Relationship: Loki&Thor Additional Tags: Fix-it, not Avengers: Endgame compliant

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that guard in the background was really killing it with his performance XD

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thirty days of zewu-jun(e)  —  day one  /  insp credit

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i did a silly thing and i blame @evilhasnever​

bonus:

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Me: I’m not gonna write more nirvana in fire fic

Also me: [lies awake at 5 am, jotting down fic outlines and dialogue bits, mentally combing through song lyrics to see if they’d work as a title]