#He might appreciate fiddle music tho

[tesnuzzik]

Jacob in 2024 vs. 2019 & 2018

[lovemeian]

合縁奇縁

 —(noun) a japanese untranslatable idiom, AIENKIEN is defined as an expression used to describe an uncanny relationship. it characterises a couple who met by a quirk of fate, but are strangely happy and deeply bonded by their unusual attraction and course of destiny.

+ part of @undersero​‘s #tropetrovecollab !

wc: 5,678. | famous singer!semi eita x actress!reader

—fluff, angsty ; there mayhaps be some suggestive parts + hurt/comfort, pining, fake dating, exes to lovers + technically, so much of the tropes hehe + this y/n is an actor, okay? okay + reader is also wildly a hopeless romantic, i’m sorry she isn’t as general as she should be; i have a hard time with it when they’re fics, ily tho, thank you for reading + this is the longest shit i’ve ever written to date in this blog, might cry, i hope you like it !

+ give love: akmu ; highly recommend this song!! pls listen while reading~

+ unedited.

masterlist ; re-blogs are much appreciated !

+ update at 13th, Aug: some post fic headcanons!

Whoever would’ve thought that you’d be here, under an old wooden gazebo overflowing with wisteria blooms and trying to shelter from the onslaught of sudden rain, lips numbed, with your former fake lover?

Not you, definitely.

Nine months ago. . .

The first time you meet Eita is at a cramped, nearly auspicious meeting room filled by people from his team and people from yours. An actor’s pr team versus a singer’s pr team, and on both sides, the nervous energy was ravenous; it fed from the stolen, inquisitive looks to the drumming of fingers against accompanied files and phones. Silence reigned that was only broken through by hums of hushed conversation too quiet to pick up by discerning ears.

You and your team had arrived first, with you, nervously fiddling with your clothes underneath the table. You didn't honestly know what was going on, but to be in a meeting with a famous singer’s complete pr team versus your own is definitely not a good sign.

More than any damn thing, it was downright ominous.

Your manager, a man who has protected you in this industry as best as he could since you were scouted by the agency, especially when you proposed how much you wanted to keep your private life as tight at the edges as possible, tapped your knee comfortably. Reassuringly. It reminded you of a father in a way. But as you watched how his jaw was set, and the controlled frown on his face— the small assurance did little to assuage you of what this meeting was about.

But you were an actress, so you smiled in comfort. Maybe if you faked through it enough, it could become real.

“Oh, he’s here,” someone said abruptly, making your eyes turn to the figure that has everyone scrambling from the entrance.

Even as a rising actor, you know about Semi Eita. You've listened to his band’s music before and you have seen him around social media. There were also a few times at parties, but apart from cursory greetings, you were a stranger to him as he was to you. So you knew how good looking he is, as all men in bands usually are. But the resonance from photos to the real thing was worlds better. First, he’s tall. Taller than you thought. And despite his very lean build, when he pushed up on his sleeves as he sat down and got comfortable, his muscles were corded tightly. His eyes were sleek and his charm was eased, a settled armour, and when he met your eyes, his gaze went kind as he bowed in greeting. You bowed back, albeit a little too late. A little bit flustered.

“So why are we here?” your manager asked as soon as everyone has shuffled in, not one to mince words or dance around subjects. It's what protected you since you started acting.

“This,” a woman said, sat next to him as she nodded for someone on the back end to close the lights. The projector flickered open and with a remote, she settled on a few pictures most likely taken by paparazzi. Some of the pictures were blurry; it was somewhat of two people in the same frame who seem to be standing? Walking? With each other. Your eyes narrowed as you remembered the familiar silhouettes and background, until she settled on the final picture; this one not at all blurry, showcasing you— you from that party a few days ago, brought by a friend to mingle, and Semi Eita, and seemingly, you looked like you were smiling at each other.

You blinked at it. The weight of the eyes around the room heavily went back and forth from you to Semi.

“I— we were only greeting each other.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing at it. When he met your eyes, it was apologetic. “As i’ve already said, we had met before at a few gatherings back and we recognised each other when we were walking in. Because we're polite people, we greeted each other. All the other photos were just coincidental blurs that make it look as if we came together.”

‘Came together’?

The woman, who you were assuming was Eita's manager, snapped back for the lights and turned to you, to your manager. Eita sighed, knowing where this was going. “Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I've been told by an informant in one of the news sites that these pictures are going to be all over everywhere tomorrow. From news sites, connected influencers— everywhere on social media. Unless we do something, agree on something today, the narrative is going to be nasty. Eita's already got a few good years in his belt, and you know how easy it is for men in this industry to move forward and shake off rumours like these, make it just look like hookups if they really wanted a scandal.”

“That didn’t hurt at all,” Eita mumbled, smile sardonic as he spun a pen between long fingers.

She smiled at him, adjusting her glasses. “I like you, kid, you know that, but you also know that you benefit from a very worn out path by your male predecessors. You're going to be fine.” Her eyes flickered to you, and at the intensity of it, you shrunk under her imploring gaze. “On young, upcoming actresses with no big features in their belt though, I’m sorry to say this, my dear, but the news site, the fans, are going to bury you alive. Unless you do something big fast, most of your career, you’re going to be known as one of Semi Eita's party hook ups. It'll be your brand unless you do something."

The squeak of protest was loud in your head, but you know she was right. Your projects have so far been small and gradual in their rise. You had only recently booked an audition for an infamous melodrama last week, coming on in their newest season as a plot twist that you hope would be enough to have you as a show regular if you did your best.

Even your manager gritted his teeth, knowing more about this industry than you do, and how much scandals like to prey on new actresses as notches on the belt of someone higher, more famous, and promptly forgetting their existence soon after, most likely getting blacklisted in certain circles.

And you didn't want to think of what you can attract being known as Semi Eita's party hookup.

“So what do you propose we do?” your manager asked, fist clenched underneath the table.

Her eyes glimmered. Something in her visage made you recoil; it felt like a serpent assessing her fresh prey. “Well, it is a good opportunity for both of you. Semi is currently doing his newest album and I heard your kid is about to come on to that melo, right? This will be good publicity for them if we're smart about it.”

“What is it?” you pressed, heart clenched. Your eyes met Eita across the table, and though he exuded a calm, almost bored countenance, his eyes brewed something dark and intense that you looked away, your nerves eating at your frayed edges.

Fake dating.

That was the best solution either of your teams thought of. Controlling the narrative brought you through months of planned public appearances, sly social media pop ups, and finally, a confirmation from both of your agencies; you and Semi Eita had finally gone public on your very fake relationship.

And the spotlight had burned bright, bright enough that you had to look away but you were rooted, chained to the ground.

Beside you was Semi, holding your hand. You don't know if he was the chain or a respite. All the same, you squeezed back, hoping the lights would dim soon. Hoping this wasn’t a bad idea.

Six months ago. . .

“Don't you feel a little weird by all of this?” you asked, moving the straw of your caramel latte with a pointed lip. You had been on his couch for the better part of an hour, a planned hangout circled a few times in your manager's calendar.

Both of you had already finished appearing in each other's quick updates on social media, and only needed to hang out for the purpose of the few people in the building where Semi's studio was located.

He turned to you from the composing he was doing; alternating between strumming out chords on what the perfect order should be to mixing them on his massive set up. His smile was quirked, eyes half-lidded. This was a familiar expression to you; Eita at his most comfortable.

“Kind of weird to ask that now, isn’t it, girlfriend?”

You snorted. “Maybe. But it hits me at the weirdest of times, okay? Who would’ve thought my entire career rests on Semi Eita’s cooperation. You could make or break me. I hate it.”

His dark eyebrows rose imperceptibly as he settled his fingers over the strings of his guitar. You learned it was his favourite, something he religiously used because of good luck. It had produced most of his chart toppers.

“You do?”

You gave him a look. “What person would like it when their entire career rests on another person’s palms? No one likes to feel vulnerable."

He thought of it for a moment. Or pretended to, as he had smirked. “Trophy wives? Masochists?”

“I guess?” You sighed. “Plus, the entire concept of it. Fake dating. It's so. . . swoon movie worthy. I'm half expecting a musical solo and a declaration in the rain."

He snorted. "Would that make you feel better?"

"I am not going to stand and get sick as you monologue, sir, no thank you."

He laughed. Your relationship with him was so casual despite its rocky beginning. Though he had established his lines, he was amicable. Kind despite all the teasing and the winks. The. . . flirty demeanour that always felt subconscious. Like a well worn armour.

Then he shrugged. “A lot of celebrities do it, you know. More often than you might think. It helps careers."

You frowned, remembering how much you know of Eita's public relationships. From gossips and interjections across loose tongues. “Are all your relationships fake then?”

He smirked, but something about it caught your eye. You tried to pinpoint what it was. “Some of them.”

“Isn’t that sad then?” You don’t know when exactly you had been so comfortable with banter with Semi Eita. Banter with topics of his relationships. Maybe it was the world that you both created, only the two of you know the truth and the two of you are responsible for its all walls and facades. And inside this little bubble, you had each other. Like a secret little club. “Knowing when love is real and when it isn’t? Don't you want to be loved for real?”

"I didn't realise you were a hopeless romantic."

You blushed, shuffling under his soliciting gaze. "It's not like that."

“Hm." His dark eyes glittered like waves under the gaze of the night sky. Mysterious and imploring. Asking like a siren if you wanted to take a little dip. "Do you have someone in mind? Is that why you’re asking me these things?”

It was hard to look serious and maintain eye contact, so you looked away, uneasily shuffling under his gaze. “No, not really. I just— I just think people should be in love for real." You winced. You felt like you had just confessed to something, a childish daydream perhaps. "Life is so. . . short. Short and long at the same time, and I think we should spend it with people we truly care about. It sounds exhausting otherwise.”

He hummed, tapping his numerous ring-clad fingers across his ripped jeans. Even like this, looking at him, he felt like a poster boy of every badboy musician there was. It all seemed like he was dressed and donned to be the perfect image of what he presented, and idly, you wonder how much you can peel off, if you do dare. What you were allowed to peel off. These curiosities were reserved for true girlfriends and the like after all, and Semi has his lines that you know not to cross.

And more than anything, you do like Semi. He was kind and charming, a total gentleman despite his very smirky poster bad boy appearance when the two of you went out in public, flashed by so many photographers and curious people who want to poke through the small bubble you’ve made yourselves. He always places a hand on your back and holds your other in his strong hands, always pulling you to safety as fast as he can, more often than not shielding you from the flashes you weren’t as used to as he was with his body.

But you have seen bits and pieces of possibly the true Eita underneath. When you did public dates, he’d distract you with jokes and sleazy comments to get your mind off the stares of patrons or wait staff and make you look at him, annoyed that you found him and his inappropriate jokes funny. He was so used to it all that he held your hand through it and made you comfortable; distracted and put the spotlight straight on him. From the rest and for you.

Through it, you learned so much about him; how much of a ‘slut’ he was for tekka makki, ordering it as much as he can; how much he misses his younger sister— collecting things to send to her, presents for birthdays he missed and for achievements; how much he likes taking pictures of the sky when the it was exploding in palettes of pretty colours, and how much he enjoyed music. The actual love of his life. How much he fought for it when his father had expressed disappointment when he gave up a career in volleyball for it.

You learned so much, reached lengths that some don’t, but you were still at arm’s length. A misty fog hiding him and netting you away.

If you dared to step, it would be a leap of faith to see the other side.

“Do you want it to be real?”

You blinked at him, broken from your own train of thoughts. “Hm?”

“Us,” he said casually, drumming his fingers. You couldn’t make out his expression; how honest or how jokey he was. That was one thing you learned about Eita too— he was good at masking himself when he didn’t want you to find out what he was thinking. “Dating for real. Would you like that?”

Your heart sped up, and as you nervously licked your lips, your lashes fluttered. “I—I don’t know.” There was so much you don’t know, so much you would be gambling.

You don’t think you could win against Semi.

But you also don’t think you can stand to lose against him.

“Mhm.” He smiled charmingly. You didn’t know if it was real or not. Sometimes you just wanted to reach over his face and peel off as many masks as you can. The fake boyfriend, the singer, the celebrity, the poster boy badboy. Sometimes you didn’t know if you just wanted to do that to touch his face and make him tell you himself. Stop him from masking, from the pretty white lies, and unravel him. “Then I guess I have my answer, pretty girl.”

You frowned. “What answer?”

But before he could answer— or not, you have learned what expression Semi uses when he doesn’t want to answer anything, to easily deflect and distract like you were both in a fencing match — the door opened and one of his producers stepped in, greeting you and immediately going into a conversation about the new album.

Three months ago. . .

The pulsing of the club was trying to match your heartbeat. Dark in places until strobe lights zoomed across the corners of the private, underground party. This wasn’t your favourite scene, but you were here out of obligation; for Semi who was in the middle of throwing back shots and laughing with familiar and unfamiliar people. You felt more than an odd one out.

You know you don't belong here.

“I told Eita he should make a song about you in the new album.”

You looked at his manager. She had taken pity on you as your manager couldn’t come, an emergency at home, and nestled a spot beside you in the background of the chaos. But unlike your untouched mojito, she was already on her fourth Old Fashioned. She swirled the glass, thick with condensation.

“You did? Why?” Thankfully, the both of you were at the very back of the club, safe from the louder speakers and thicker crowds.

She smirked. “Why not? People already know Semi likes to draw inspiration from real life, painting heartbreak through chords and yearning through dragged vowels. It makes so much more sense for a musician to write about his girlfriend than not to.”

“I guess. . .” But you don’t really understand. Everything had been so overwhelming, and you were living through life operating through a schedule and expectancy.

You were here, in a seedy club somewhere underneath the city, on a goddamn Friday night, when you could be literally elsewhere.

Semi Eita’s life— if he was even comfortable to call it his own, you would never know because of his goddamned armour, shell made of lies and half-truths — wasn’t for you.

“I’m getting some air,” you said as a way of dismissal, setting your drink down into the nearest flat surface. She made a disgruntled noise at the back of her throat.

“Shouldn’t leave your drinks like that, honey. You don't know which predator around likes unattainable girls.”

Your lips curled. “Why would we invite people like that?”

She shrugged. “It’s showbiz. Glitz and glamour can only hide so much of the horror.” She winked as if that made it all better. “Which is why we’re raised stronger and smarter here.”

In the end, you took the goddamn drink with you, unfinished and more warm and wet than chilled. Outside felt like the appropriate portrait for what lay underneath; closed stalls and darkened alleyways. The respite of a decent city was just outside of where this corner of the club was hidden, so despite the protests in your head, you marched on, ignoring the crawl of fear in your skin as you managed to half run to an open space with so much more light and showed the city under a kinder skin. Here, the winds whipped and nipped at your less than prestigious outfit, shorter than what you would’ve liked, but you were playing a musician’s girlfriend; this was just another costume.

Kyoto looked kinder like this, felt kinder. You get lost in the sensation of open wind and twinkly lights reflecting on a calm river that you didn’t notice another person’s arrival until they cleared their throat.

You looked back, groaned, and went back to your staring. “Go away.”

Eita’s laugh was breathy and thick. He smelled of sweat and fiery shots. Like the leather jacket he always wore and the metal of his ring-clad fingers. “Can’t leave my girlfriend all alone in a seedy neighborhood by herself. I’d get stoned.”

“You’ll be fine,” you insisted— and sighed as he clocked his elbows next to you on the bridge. You tried not to look, but Semi had a way of putting the spotlight to him; in his mess of silver hair, dark eyes and wry grin. Despite the severity of the poster boy badboy look tonight, you can still see glimpses of his prettiness. Of that boyish charm that harped at your senses. If Eita was inhuman, he’d be a siren. “Tell your manager I’m fine. I just need to breathe in anything than other people’s reused oxygen and nicotine.”

He gave you a wry glance. “You know biology doesn’t work like that, right?”

“I know!” You blushed, glaring at him. “It’s a figure of speech.”

“Sure, babygirl.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cos it makes me feel like a Babylonian whore.”

“Babygirl makes you feel like a whore? Also Babylonian?”

You kept his stupid smirky gaze without reeling your elbow back to land a blow on it, despite how much it felt like a bullseye all of a sudden. “Yes. So please. Stop.”

“Of course, don’t ever want my angel to feel like a Babylonian whore.”

“Ugh, you’re not even taking me seriously. Go away, Semi.”

He arched an eyebrow. “I thought we agreed on Eita.”

You sighed. “There’s no one around to fake that shit with. So it’s best you go back inside t—”

“No.” He had gotten close, you can feel his warmth, taste his smell. You froze. “Didn’t we agree that you call me Eita in private too? Thought we were friends, angel.”

You know you were going to regret it, but the flips in your stomach couldn’t hold to the determination of meeting his gaze squarely. “Are we friends?”

“Do you want us to be more?”

“I’m dense but I’m not that dense. We’ve been flirting with each other for months but I can’t figure out what you want from me. Semi Eita, do you want an actress or a girlfriend?”

He cradled your face in his hand, thumb brushing across your cheek as if he was testing for the softness, squishing it a little bit with a smile. His eyes darted on your lips, mimicking its slightly ajar state. “Can’t you be both?”

And before you could answer, conflicting emotions and thoughts stirring in a pot in your head, he raised your chin slightly, met your eyes as if making sure— to spot any hesitancy, warning signs, when he found none — he gently coaxed your lips apart with his own. A teasing, careful nip had evolved as soon as you let out a sigh. His hand moved to hold your face steady whilst his other pulled you closer from the back of your neck, tangling your hair as you gripped his shirt, his jacket, his neck. Leaving little nicks in his skin that made groans leave his mouth, reverberating against your own.

Kissing Semi Eita was like playing with fireworks— they’re familiar in their comfort, something you had done before, but he ignited you from the inside out and burned you in peels and explosions. He kissed slowly but deep, like a patient predator poking through his prey’s instincts as a mind game.

You were weak in your knees when you separated, the little ‘Whoa’ and cocky grin weren’t unmistakable as you panted against his chest, pupils wide as you melted under a boyish grin.

“So—”

A camera clicked, freezing both of you like an oil painting. You didn’t look up, didn’t want to look up as you clung against Eita. He maneuvered you against his body, shielding you as best as he could.

“Hey, what the fuck. Not cool.”

“I thought it was cute.”

You looked up then, the familiar voice like a bucket of cold water down your spine. Eita’s manager held her phone as she quickly typed something, barely looked up to your horrified expression or to the anger that was coming out of Semi’s.

“W-What the hell was that?” You wanted to sound stern, but you were shrilly with panic and embarrassment.

She raised an eyebrow. “For the press, sweetie. All your other photos were in public, inferred by so many people that it’s so obvious it's staged. This photo looks blurry enough that it can get mistaken for nosy fan behaviour. And that kiss—” She looked smug as she turned to Eita. “I told you you just gotta warm her up a little.”

“W-what?” You untangled yourself from him, watching as he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. When he opened them again, they were swirling with guilt.

“Y/n—”

“Were you ordered to-to soften me up?”

“You were too stiff, hon,” his manager called. “And Eita’s good with setting the scene and calming his leading ladies—”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Eita roared, turning to you in a poise of calm, but his hands were reaching out and they were trembling. “Listen, it’s not like that— wasn’t like that, okay? They were—”

“You’re not even real to yourself, Semi,” you said quietly, tears coming out as betrayal egged them on. Eita swallowed his words, blinking, horrified, as you slapped his hands away. “You’re better suited to be an actor. Your lies are better than my acting.” You turned to his manager, fixing your jacket as you spat, “We’re done here. I’m not doing this bullshit anymore.”

But showbiz wasn’t that forgiving, not even to fake couples or actresses that were moulded into the perfect musician’s girlfriend. His side had roared how unfair it would be to break the tete tete so abruptly, after it was still deemed to be the ‘honeymoon’ period. So your side relented, but you were done with public appearances with him and your manager had agreed there were enough pictures of the both of you to put on social media for the clout. A stock that could last for at least six more months. But now, you wanted nothing to do with his life, his lies, or the man in question.

They could paint their pretty picture but you didn’t want to be in it.

Now. . .

Your manager had warned you beforehand.

“Semi’s going to visit you on set,” he announced, sighing haggardly as he came back from what you can assume was the call from his manager. “It’s his last public appearance with you, and then a month or two, we’re going to announce the break up, good enough time for the new season to get premiered and get the traction we’re fucking owed from their shitshow of an idea, and after that, you can take as long of a vacation with your family as you want.”

“Mh. Okay.”

He turned to you, concern laced in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You tried for a smile. “Like you said, we have to get what we’re owed.”

The day on set was like any other, with you smiling at the hairdressers and makeup artists you spend almost an hour with for the day, arranging your looks to fit the scene and the character. You’re told that Eita has arrived whilst they’re finishing with the jewelry and shoe choices, and squeals had erupted when you had barely steeled yourself and the man you had avoided with a bouquet of flowers and a messy, slightly guilty smile.

“Hi,” he greeted. He was more nervous than you anticipated, still the same Eita with his black leather jacket and silver ring-clad fingers, but his eyes are shadowed and he has a jittery energy to him.

But you were an actress. Not as big as the ones he probably dated, but you were damn good enough to smile so warmly at him it was like a slap in the face. You got out of your chair to take the flowers, stifling a little when you felt his hands, but continued on with your ‘scene’ with gritted teeth. As much as you wanted none of him and his fake dating business, this was your job.

You inhaled the flowers, lilacs and hyacinths swirling under your senses, and giving him a loving look before you vaulted yourself into his arms. He froze. You feared your fake relationship might fail here, but he melted against your hold, wrapping his arms and breathing you in.

His touch is soft but possessive, almost; strong and comforting and it feels right to be here, to be like this. But you know better now, and you unravelled yourself from his touch, too afraid of what he can do to you.

You like him, that has been made strong just being this close to him. It scared you how much you felt like a putty in his hands. And when you look at him as you step away, the emotions there— strong but unreadable, a fish hook to reel you in — that you nearly stumble.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said quietly. “And for coming.”

“Any—” He cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair before meeting your gaze with a soft smile. “Anything for you, angel.”

The rest of the day, you had been too busy to spend optimal time with him, running for your scenes, practicing lines, and repeating takes when it felt subpar. But minding him? He was in your peripheral vision as flashes of silver hair, a black leather jacket, to being able to hear his laughter, his voice among the chatter.

He felt like an earworm you couldn’t focus on but couldn’t get rid off, and he pressed to the side of your brain. Ever so present. Like an itch you can’t reach.

Halfway done with the shoot as you were being re-touched during break, your makeup artist was cut mid-gossiping about how the shoot might end early because the dark skies might become something more— Eita came up to the both of you, a determination and nervousness set on his posture. “Can I talk to you?”

“Uh,” You turned to your makeup artist who giggled and gave you a wink. “Okay.” Gathering the lines of your traditional dress, both of you were more than aware of several pairs of eyes watching as you disappeared from their view. With barely any people in here, you said, “This might be good.”

He turned to you, smile gentle, offering a hand. “I know a place.”

He watched you contemplate, Semi Eita a bit unmasked with that same nervous energy as you mulled it over— what could he want, what his apology would mean — before you took his hand and squeezed it. “Okay.”

Eita navigated the space as if he was familiar with it, humming underneath his breath while you had subconsciously focused on how his hand felt against yours to calm your stuttering, hoping heart. Warm and bony, the rings cool in comparison. It felt nice, and it definitely calmed you down. Then he stopped, and with the velocity of his quick walking pace, had almost ran you straight to him.

“Here.”

“Do you know this place?”

“I had a photoshoot here,” he mumbled, distracted as navigated through alleyways of low-hanging buildings. “And then I got inspiration out of nowhere. And I. . . wanted some peace and fuckin’ quiet. . . from everyone’s bullshit. Here.”

Here was a wisteria tree, the purple and lavender blossoms hanging low against a gazebo, completely hidden by the buildings around. They were naturally arranged like a frozen waterfall against the dark wood.

“It’s pretty, but. . .” You pulled back against his tug and he turned. “But why are we here? What do you need, Semi?”

“Semi?” He half smiled, eyes sad. “Weren’t we already cool with Eita?”

“I don’t think that’s the point of this, Eita.” As your hand moved, you both were made aware of the fact that you were still holding hands. As you tried to tug back your hand, his grip tightened. You frowned at him.

“Don’t let go,” he said quietly. Before he cleared his throat. “I want to apologise. About what happened to my manager, about everything. That’s not how I wanted to end this with you.”

End this seemed to echo steadily in your head, tightened like ropes across your heart. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, trying hard to keep the heartbreak dug deep into your chest. “Sure.”

“Everything I said was true. I wanted to be more with you.” Your heart stuttered, eyes widening as he dampened his lips and raised his chin to steel himself against your gaze. “Like every cliche in the damn fucking book, I wanted more. I was going to be selfish— I was being selfish. Flirting with you, being with you, liking you had come so easy. And I wanted more. Everyone else had the brush to my portrait, wanted me to fit in their fantasies. But for you, I came easy. Y/n, I— fuck, is it raining?”

And he wasn’t wrong; rain had splattered down from the heavens, the rolling grey clouds had now clumped and brought down the angels. For three seconds, it started in large droplets as a warning, before it raged.

“You know,” you said, blinking against the rain, the skies. “I’ve always wanted a movie kiss moment.”

“A movie kiss— oh.” And he was smirking like an asshole, and you swear, you almost regret it but then he held your face so delicately, bringing you closer. “Didn’t you hate the idea of getting hypothermia from a speech?”

“Then be quick, Eita.”

He laughed. “Be my girlfriend?”

Before you could answer, he brought your lips to his; this kiss felt different from the first one. This was fire and passion, a burning tide that roared and fought against the rain itself. When you both pulled away, both of you were gasping hard, catching each other’s eyes, and giggling at the stupidity, the sheer cheesiness.

“Oh god, let’s get out of this damn rain.” You took his hand and tugged him to the gazebo, grinning crazily at each other as you tried to dry your hair. And oh. “Oh no, my poor makeup. My makeup artist is going to kill me.”

“I think you look hot.” Eita smirked, taking out his leather jacket and placing it on the floor before he groaned, folding himself down to a sitting position and patted the space in between his legs. “Girlfriend. Don’t think the rain is stopping yet and I kinda wanna makeout.” But before you could reply, he blinked. “Unless you want to talk about everything. We can. We should. But I’m protecting you from everything and everyone else. I’m okay going public if you are. I’m—”

“Shh, what you are is silly,” you murmured, slotting yourself in between his legs and warming his cold cheeks. “The rain isn’t going to stop soon and as long as you’re serious about us—”

“—I am, more than anything —”

You grinned. “— then we’re going to be fine. Now kiss me, you silly ridiculous badboy.”

made by lavi <3

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I got tagged by @tough-girl9 to list my top 7 comfort films which turned into a top 8

I'm more of a comfort song type, so that was a tough (girl) one

1.: Treasure Planet

I adore this movie! I loved it when I was smaller and I love it now. The only reason I didn't watch it to death was the fact that I lost the DVD. It's gorgeous and although the main premise is space pirates thanks to the focus on the characters it feels grounded and easier to relate to or to feel simpathy towards them. Besides Jim Hawkins being a childhood crush I could always relate to him. The feeling of being lost, aimless and the words

"- I can't watch you throw away your future like that!

- What future?"

always spoke to me. It's not an edge and teen angst fest tho, John Silver and his speech is both in character and always chokes me up and gives me hope that there are pathes that could lead to the future I want and that I wasn't abled to see.

It's the perfect movie for those who feel lost or confused and want to sail to far away planets from their current situation, those who want to be understood and given hope to.

(I could gush about the art and animation and characters for hours, but this is not the time)

Amazing background music and the songs fit well with the steampunk-ish style of the movie

2.: Ratatouille

A family classic. We even have the ps2 game and it's one of those rarities which my family could watch anytime. Besides being beautiful and having a 10/10 aesthetic (and a huge dose of food p0®π) it's a grounded movie.

The premise is as feaver dream-y and goofy as it gets. A rat learns english (or french? The movie takes place in Paris but it's either confusing or I'm just a dum dum) and thanks to an imaginary friend version of his chef idol ends up in his restaurant and makes a deal with the garbage boy of whom the chef thinks can cook and reluctantly agrees give him another chance to make the soup that was actually made by (fixed by) the rat aka Remy. So the boy Linguini and Remy has to team up where it seems like Linguini is making the soup but he is actually in Remy's control.

But the movie is actually about being an artist and coming from an unexpected place and being surrounded by people who don't support you or believe in you even if they were just trying to protect you or think that it's the best for you.

Fellow artists could definetly appreciate the movie. Whether you croche, draw, animate, sculpt, dance, act or do any kind of art I would absolutely recommend.

Le Festin is great and is on loop during dinner

Warning: get food ready because you WILL get hungry. Even if it's just bread this movie will make it taste like garlic bread just you wait

3.: Strange Magic

It's one of the controversial ones. Not everyone likes it and a lot hate it but that's okay.

It's one of those films where either you praise it to death or wonder which deeper layer of hell did it crawled out of. There is no in between. I'm one from the first category. Even my IT teacher called it a classic and I roped most of my friend group into the SM cult.

It has a certain tumblr aesthetic and feels like a fanficrion the best way possible. One of those where altho something unsuspected happens it's written well, the characters are in character it's finished and the grammar is proper as well.

It's a jukebox musical which is one of my fauvorite kind of musical, the covers are amazing and damn they can change up the originals songs aesthetic to it's opposite so damn well (Trouble - Elvis Presley)

It centers around love and I ain't no shipper nor romantic but even I was gushing over the main couple which is spoiler alert so that's all you get

I absolutely adore how the characters express themselves with their wings and body! I'm all about feelings and expressions!

So try it out and even if you don't like it you're allowed to stop. And if you like it: welcome to the fandom in this house we respect Marianne, the Bog King is a snack and must protect Dawn at all cost!

(this is a pick me up movie for me the other two more of a shoulder to cry on)

Speaking of crying

4.: The Little Prince

Not gonna lie I was extremely suspicious of this movie. I immediately categorised it as a cheap cash grab which only use sonething known and beloved because it's known and beloved so people will buy.

I expected the Emoji Movie, I got the LEGO Movie.

This movie. Hoo boy, this movie. You know, it's nothing, I only cried 4 times after all!

It's so respectful towards the material it's given. So heartfelt and creative and artistic! It's the Little Prince sequel that fits well in modern times.

In this film the Little Prince is a story that an old man tells his new young girl of a neighbour. Both of them needed a friend and it's one of those unexpected duos where the girl is forced to be mature way too early and the man is way too childish so they balance each other out and the man gives the girl (I can't remember their names god damn it) the breath of fresh air she needed.

This movie is so damn cute! I mentioned a shoulder to cry on movies and pick me up movies, this one is both! It's a bittersweet dream!

You are going to cry. So get ready.

5.: Hunchback of Notre Dame

Oh man oh God oh man oh God oh man

I'm obsessed with this movie (and musical)

It's dark and mature and definetly a-shoulder-to-cry-on movie. I love and relate to Quasimodo. Altho I'm not deformed I was always the weird girl everyone picked on and hated and I still can't understand why. I think I'm a perfectly normal person but when my mom calls me a freak/eccentric behind my back and my aunt gives me a gift with the words "since you looked nothing like the other girls on your prom..." I... I'm just more confused honestly. I'm always so damn tired and basically a hermit so thanks to that Out There hit way too close to home.

Esmeralda is a 10/10 role modell. She is a beautiful soul inside and outside. And she's romani. Which is the most hated minority in my country.

The movie deals with lust, abusive and manipulative parents, racism, religion, "ugly"ness, lonelyness. These might sound repelling but to see something similar happen to you/a character looking/being/sounding like you is worth more than life, honestly. Unless you can live through this kinship with a character, you have no idea how needed this is.

(I cried so hard watching The Grinch (2018) since I used to have Panic disorder and I'm an anxious person to see him being scared the way I do and to fiddle with his fingers and think like I do was the most comforting thing I felt in my life)

This movie is so damn gorgeous. I know I said that to almost every movie in this list but this is a biblical epic gorgeous. And of course, Hellfire is THE best Diney villain song FIGHT ME I'M RIGHT

The musical is even darker and more serious but damn it's worth a watch. It's on youtube.

6. Brother Bear

This movie is *drumroll* gorgeous. Each movie on this list is gorgeous in different ways. This is nature-gorgeous.

Pick me up movie, definetly. It's mostly adorable but they tap into some meaningful things and there are tragedies happening, my dude!

Like Hunchback of Notre Dame the main subject is "who is the monster and who is the man?". This movie shows some perspective, I tell you!

7.: Coco

I know the hungarian translation by heart

It's very family oriented, so if you don't have any or have a bad realtionship with it, this movie will give you a heartache

This movie takes place in Mexico and explores parts of mexican culture.

I adore and am interested in different cultures, folklore, tradition and religion so I was head over heels really quick with this movie!

Gorgeous imagery and music. Heartfelt, that last Remember Me WILL get you

8.: The Croods

Y'ALL

I know, it looks like a movie that made only for kids. But dude! It's about family, change and how people deal with it. It takes place in an alternative world, where animals we know are mixed together (MOUSELEFANT!! CROCO DOGGO!!) the most adorable way possible and it takes place in prehistoric times.

Oh god, this movie is full of feelings and gorgeous imagery! Pick me up, definetly! Of course, it's full of jokes but they are so witty to me!

Sorry, I got impatient by the end of it

I would tag people if I would know anyone well in this site. The 2 people I want to tag: is already tagged me and the other one is probably too busy

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Ice Melts When Heated - Chapter 2

Relationships: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - Skating, figure skating, Rivals, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies is a slight overstatement tho, Banter, Time Skips, Rating May Change

Ao3: x

“You’re tripping on your twizzles in the step sequence, it’s going to sacrifice a level or perhaps even two.” Tim didn’t know why he was bothering to offer advice, but standing there, fiddling with the cap of his water bottle he couldn’t resist trying to say something. “If you can keep a strong edge on the rotations, hoping out of them with a half split jump or just anything that is under a half turn will work with your music to cover the issue and save the level defending on the technical panel.”

It was advice that Dick had given him before, in truth he’d been less experienced and didn’t have fantastic control of his limbs after a growth spurt at thirteen. He’d wanted and appreciated the advice, he hoped Damian would at least take it on board even if he didn’t say anything. It was useless to hope that Damian would be anything less than rude, however. “I don’t need help from a fairy like you.”

Fairy. A nicer word than what could have been said but it still had the same effect. He didn’t even know how he had learnt so many dated slurs. “It’s just some advice, if Dick gave it to you, you’d listen.” He wanted to snap at the other but it was better to just rise above it, to avoid getting mad and starting unnecessary bullshit.

He was better off getting back to practice, to working on his axel combination. If he wanted the 3A4T by the beginning of next season he couldn’t wait until the season slowed down. He was the national champion now, that meant he had more to prove. That his season would continue on the up and up rather than giving naysayers the opportunity to say he was victorious because Jason wasn’t at nationals. “You are a threat! My competition! Father should have thrown you out the moment you got caught fornicating with that guy in the changing room.”

Where had he gotten that from? It wasn’t sex, it had been just a kiss, with a friend from his old school. It had barely been a kiss and it wouldn’t have grown into anything more because they’d just been joking around. Tim opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly, rise above… he needed to just focus on himself rather than letting Damian constantly get under his skin. For someone that was in a sport that had plenty of queer people, Damian certainly had an old fashioned attitude.

Leaning over the barrier he put his water bottle on the ground, not even sparing a glance at Damian. He had better things to do than have an argument over the fact that Damian was an asshole to him almost constantly. He really could make a list of all the horrible things that had come out of Damian’s mouth  about him but it would already fill up a notebook or three and he’d only been around for eighteen months.

He just needed to focus on his skating, interpersonal relationships weren’t as important, especially not during this part of the season. They might not be direct opponents but Damian was merely trying to get into his head. Dick would pull him into line if it got too out of hand, he’d promised him as much.

All Tim needed to do right now was skate and come off the ice not wanting to throw it all away. If Bruce wanted to meet with him for a talk he needed to go in there with his head screwed on right, if he didn’t then the moment Bruce gave him whatever bad news he had in store for him, well, he’d be less inclined to try and argue with Bruce.

Stepping onto the left forward outside edge didn’t quite feel right, it was too shallow but before he even had the chance to reconsider he’d gone through with the jump. At least he was able to open his body in time to only single it, not even attempting to tack the planned jump on at the end. He’d just have to do it again, and again, and again, if needs be.

Was it healthy? No. He knew that, but the jump didn’t have to be perfect but he had to make a genuine attempt at it.

Eight, it took eight jumping passes for him to hit the rotations. Not the end of the world considering he was working up to them. The last jump wasn’t stellar, it didn’t feel natural and the turn out of the jump would cost him marks for the grade of execution but that didn’t matter right now. It could definitely get there eventually, but it would require further work. He stood there, hands on hips, looking down at the pothole he’d put in the ice. It wasn’t so sloppy normally. “Your axel looks really good but the toe loop looks like you’re fighting for the rotations.” Tim glanced up, biting his lip and nodding slowly. It was definitely a fight for the rotations. Dick was all smiles, he was always that way, especially when he was in coach/choreographer mode, it was what made him so good with the children at the rink.

“It needs more speed and a better snap down, it could be worse I know.”

“I saw you and Damian talking, are you okay?” Already changing the topic, which meant he either didn’t actually want to talk about the jumps in the first place or he was moving through topics quickly because he didn’t have a lot of time. Sparing a glance at the clock up on the wall it was definitely the latter, Bruce had wanted him once he was off the ice and they were due for a resurface in less than five minutes.

They could at least skate around for a few minutes. “I’m not going to sugar coat it, I hate him.”

“I know, you’ve said that before.”

“Can’t he play nice for just a minute or two?”

“He’s fine with me but I think think he sees you as a threat.” That was quite clear, it was no secret that he thought he was a threat. Damian regularly said it. “Do you know what B wants with you?”

Tim sighed, playing with the zipper of his jacket. “I have an idea, I’m pretty sure it’s about Four Continents.” Dick stopped first, looking about as nervous as Tim felt. Did he know something more than him?

“Do you want me to be there, I’ll make Bruce feel bad if he lets you down again.” Well he knew something, perhaps not everything, but he must have had a good enough idea.

“It’s okay. Maybe he’ll apologise about Damian trashing me after nationals.” A pipe dream. Not once had Bruce apologised or pulled Damian into line, largely because he didn’t see the worst of it, well at least what was directly said to Tim. Still, Bruce was Damian’s father, he should have at least tried to discipline him in some way shape or form regarding their issues.

Dick didn’t look impressed, the both of them sighing as the gates were opened, the warning for them to get off the ice. “Doubt it. You know how Bruce is, if he thinks it will cause drama he’ll do it in private and unless he’s forcing Damian to apologise he’d have said it when he asked for the meeting.”

“You’re not wrong.” Tim was the first to move, picking up his guards from the barrier, following Dick around the rink to where the other’s guards were. God he could see Bruce looking down at them from one of the upstairs windows, his gaze commanding him to hurry it up. “I gotta go, if I make him wait it’s only going to make him less delicate.”

Dick waved him off, Tim putting his guards on before making his way to Bruce’s office, picking up his water bottle and bag along the way. He had off ice work to do but it didn’t have to be at the rink, he easily would be able to head home and then go to the gym from there, the facilities superior in some ways, not to mention no one knew him there, if people talked about him it wasn’t based upon knowing him or rumours they’d heard, it came from superficial views, because he looked too small to be doing weights, he’d definitely heard the word twink thrown around a time or two before but there was no obviously malicious tone.

Bruce had already moved back into his office by the time he got upstairs, knocking on the wall by the door frame. “Tim, take a seat.” Bruce sounded detached, in truth he always did but the pit in his stomach screamed that it was bad news, that he wasn’t going to like anything about this.

“Is this about what happened after nationals?” He should have asked Dick to come up here with him, at least then he’d have someone to tell Bruce he was wrong if something crazy came out of his coach’s mouth.

“No, that’s of no consequence.” That was rich, the quote had been discussed at length, it had added fuel to the flames that was Tim being undeserving of victory, Damian didn’t even compete for USFSA but it didn’t stop him from having opinions. “I’m going to get to the point, there’s no use in wasting time, you’ve got a lot to do before getting on the flight. I on the other hand will not be travelling with you.”

“Are you coming a day late?” Not the end of the world, mistakes were made and there had been a lot going on lately.

“No, I will not be travelling to Shanghai, period, this week.” That was a problem.

He in no way saw that one coming. “What?” Tim sat back in the chair, trying to shrink into the furniture.

“Damian, will be competing at the Bavarian Open and he needs his coach with him.” Bruce stated matter of factly.

“But… wait, what, you’re going to another competition?”

“I have more than one student Tim, you aren’t my only priority.”

He’d heard that phrase before, the last time Bruce sent him to a competition by himself, a competition he should have had at least a thirty-point spread on his opponents, he’d won by just a few points but it hadn’t been pretty. “Exactly, you have more than one student.” He was always going to choose Damian, Ra’s had told him as much when he’d tried to convince him to move.

“Tim, I wouldn’t be sending you there alone if I didn’t think you were able to win it without me.” Bullshit. There was no way Bruce thought he could win this without him.

“Alone?” He felt sick, but he needed answers, needed to at least have Bruce hear his opinions, whether he listened or not. “You can’t send me there without anyone.”

“You’ll have a federation representative as a caretaker, however, I don’t believe Dick has a visa for China at present if he can get one in time he can join you.” A caretaker wasn’t a coach, it was a stranger who had a knowledge of record and little else.

The idea that Dick could possibly get a visa on such short notice was absurd, they were well connected and USFSA had influence with embassies but it far too late. “I leave tomorrow night, he can’t get one that fast.” Nothing he said was going to matter. “B, I don’t think I can do this without a coach that I trust. Why can’t Dick go to Germany, he was in Europe just a few weeks ago for one of the junior girls?”

“Because Damian needs me.” Damian, it was an excuse, he didn’t need Bruce at every moment in his career, Bruce was just trying to make up for lost time.

“I need you.” He sounded so small, fighting back an obvious display of emotion, being emotional wouldn’t get through to him. Nothing would. He just had to say everything he possibly could. “Bruce, I’m drowning at the moment, listening to his constant sniping, everyone else saying I can’t win with Jason around and it’s true. I want to prove that I’m a winner, but I can’t go to a major competition without a coach.”

“If you don’t think you’re able to succeed  then you won’t be able to.” Tim lowered his eyes, his right knee bouncing, an all too obvious sign of anxiety.

“Do you care?”

“Of course, but things need to go a certain way.”

He doesn’t care.

“Certain way?”

“You’ve become far too reliant on me, you need to prove you can be successful without someone telling you exactly what to do at all times.” Too reliant… Had Alfred and Dick not recommended him to Bruce after Jason’s injury because he was obedient, because he listened to everything a coach asked of him regardless of his own thoughts?

Had that not been a positive attribute? “I… all anyone has ever told me is, that’s exactly what you liked about me, that it’s what you wanted.”

“You’re young-”

Condescension, of course. “No. It’s fine I get it, you think my time is up. It’ll be fine, I’ll do my job. Another silver in the cabinet but at least we’ll probably have a podium sweep.” He could barely focus on the movements of his body, standing, and grabbing his things. This conversation was over, Bruce had no faith in him and was preparing for the next Olympic cycle. Not on the one that had been passed up because with a wild card like Jason in the mix, they needed someone they knew to be reliable.

“Tim...” Bruce didn’t even sound like he was trying to get him to stay, just speaking because it was the thing you were supposed to do. How did people think he was the robot when Bruce didn’t possess an ounce of empathy?

“I’ll see you when I get back.” At least he didn’t choke on the words, it was the coldest he’d sounded since walking into the office. He was out of there, stopping at the exit when he realised he still had his skates on, he could dry the blades in the car but he needed the skates off his feet before he stepped outside. Tim took a knee, wasting no time at undoing the knots and ripping the first skate off his foot, switching knees before getting to work on the other one. The girl at the counter who was surely unbelievably bored wearing a sympathetic look. She might not have known why he was upset but she probably knew the struggle of wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Tim didn’t bother taking his shoes out or stuffing the skates into his bag, his car was parked not fifty feet from the door, he could carry the skates. It hadn’t rained or snowed this week despite it being late January which meant he wouldn’t have to worry about his socks being soaked through.

What was he going to do?

Travelling wasn’t easy and having no coach to guide him, to make assessments about the ice or just give a perspective that wasn’t his own was going to be a huge problem.

Everyone liked to joke he was a robot because he hid his emotions and rarely spoke up but he was still a person, who needed some sort of team behind him if he had any hope of winning.

Bruce clearly thought he had no chance of winning, which meant he’d have to prove him wrong.

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It hurt, every muscle in his body was in pain. Impact from hitting the boards not once but three times. All of his jumps were off, every single one of them and he’d fallen five times. That meant nine deductions. Why was the crowd even bothering to clap? Why throw gifts and flowers onto the ice when he hadn’t done the bare minimum to at least stay in it?

The USFSA rep handed over his guards, no words, nothing to encourage him, to make it feel better or worse. There was his jacket, God, his hands were shaking way too much to zip it up. Everyone’s eyes were on the video screen showing the replays. He couldn’t stomach glancing up, he could watch it later on. “These things happen.” Soft words from the rep that fell on deaf ears.

These things didn’t happen.

Not to him.

Not to any of Bruce Wayne’s students.

He couldn’t even stop the tears from spilling, holding a gloved hand over his mouth as he tried to at least suppress any kind of sobbing. This was going to look bad.

Timothy Drake – USA

TES: 61.53 PCS: 75.94 Deduction: -9.00

FS: 128.47

Twelfth

Combined Total: 230.22

Fifth

Fifth with five skaters to go.

Fifth and would likely be Tenth.

First to Tenth.

In one skate.

At the same competition.

Fuck.

He’d failed.

He was meant to win this.

He couldn’t breathe.

Why didn’t Bruce listen to him?

Why couldn’t Dick get through to him?

How was he supposed to stop crying?

Fuck.

The cameras weren’t on him anymore, but there were certainly hundreds of eyes. Likely waiting to see what he did next. A few tissues were handed to him, shaky breaths coming out but little going in. This was how he cried in his car after a particularly shitty practice, when nothing went right.

This was something he knew how to deal with alone. Not in an arena with thirteen thousand fans, some of whom probably wanted to see him fail to make way for their favourites.

He ran his hands through his hair as he lowered his head, shifting his feet to make sure the blade guards were on before rising. Making his way off the kiss and cry platform and away from the rink side. There was no way he was answering questions, he just had to move past the mixed zone as quickly as he could, waving off the one reporter that tried grabbing his attention. Everyone else seemed to get the message at least. Aside from national media outlets no one wanted to speak to a tenth placed skater. Even if they crashed and burned spectacularly.

He could just see the headline now; ‘Timothy Drake Chokes At 4 Continents Championship, Is It Time For Bruce Wayne To Focus On Younger and Better Talent?’ That question probably didn’t need to be posed, Bruce was definitely focused more on Damian, this would probably confirm he was getting cast out to make way for Damian’s senior debut. Most coaches could focus on more than one student at a time but apparently not Bruce, at least not in this case.

It wasn’t until he rounded the second corner that he found the locker room, keeping his head down as he avoided the gaze of those that had chosen to get changed rather than watch the last group, not stopping until he reached a toilet stall. Flipping the lid down and sitting on it, hands working on his left boot laces first, eyes squeezed shut at he tried to calm himself down. If someone could see him they probably would think he was losing the plot blindly taking off each skate because he was trying to dull at least one sense.

Trying to stop himself from cracking even further.

He only opened his eyes at the sound of something sliding across the tiled floor, his small suitcase being pushed under the door, Tim taking the right skate off before leaning further forward and pulling the suitcase towards him. “We’ll meet tonight to discuss today, another representative can speak on your behalf, we understand you’re not comfortable with the press.” He couldn’t say that USFSA had done anything bad by him at this competition, they’d done everything right in taking care of the situation but it wasn’t the same as having a coach or just anyone that was in his ordinary support network.

“Thank you. I’ll… I will send a message when I get t-to the hotel and am cleaned up.” That sounded far better than he felt. He honestly thought no words would come out at all.

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What are Bruce Wayne’s Priorities?

Timothy Drake Coachless in Shanghai Finishing Tenth Whilst Coaching Son Damian Wayne Who Can’t Claim Victory in Oberstdorf

Vicki Vale

When Drake took gold at the U.S. National Championships just two weeks ago many of us thought he was a shoe in to take Four Continents gold this week. However, a cloud of doubt started to hover over him when he showed up with no coaching team whatsoever. After the short program he sat rather comfortably in first, six points ahead of his fellow American and rival Jason Todd, who had missed Nationals this year due to a stomach virus.

However, upon arriving at the venue for the free program today it was obvious that there was something wrong. According to USFSA representatives there was no sign of injury or tightness the night before and they’d encountered no complaints from Drake. He’s allowed nerves to get in his way in the past but never quite to this extent.

This is a skater that Bruce Wayne has said several times in the past that he, “...can tell from [Drakes] beginning pose whether he will skate clean or stumble over mistakes...” this comes from an understanding between a coach and skater with a relationship that’s been built over an extended period of time. Today it was obvious to everyone in the six minute warm up that Drake was not mentally there, the few jumps he did in the warm up resulting in falls, poor landings or being doubled or singled, this coupled with a frosty exchange between Drake and Todd that no one appeared to catch what was said, made it apparent to many that Drake needed Wayne at this particular competition.

Despite earlier in the season missing Drake’s first competition for his son’s Junior Grand Prix event in Tallinn, the coaching relationship between Drake and B.Wayne was perceived to be business as usual, although what occurred behind the scenes is a mystery to many and underhanded comments seemingly to slight Drake from the younger Wayne to the press at different points in time now bring about the feeling that Wayne and his coaching team might not be producing the healthiest of environments for their students.

The question in particular is what was going through Bruce Wayne’s mind that prompted him to leave his star skater, who appeared to be on the cusp of a breakthrough season. For a junior, blood or not. That is struggling to show he is anything more than a particularly proficient jumper, who lacks the musicality or dance based technique that has been synonymous with Wayne’s previous skaters such as Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain, the final who is still being coached by Wayne part time.

Whilst it would be harsh to claim that the Bavarian Open at which D.Wayne competed at isn’t a competition worthy of Wayne’s time, the favouring of a junior merely trying to get additional senior competitions under his belt before Junior Worlds whilst his most senior men’s skater is being sent over to the final major competition prior to the World Championships is dumbfounding to say the least.

There is something to say in Drake being a more experienced skater and not everyone will agree that Wayne’s priorities are out of sorts, but it is of the understanding that there were options for D.Wayne to be accompanied to Oberstdorf whilst B.Wayne was the only member of his coaching team, with the proper accreditation that could attend Four Continents this week due to Grayson, choreographer and close friend of Drake, confirming that he’d attempted to fill the void left by Wayne but had visa struggles due to the exceptionally late timing of the decision for Wayne to travel to Germany.

This performance and the devastating reaction of Drake, which I for one won’t be able to shake any time soon, following his skate both in viewing the replays and receiving his scores, potentially could have been easily avoided if not for the errors in judgement and disorganization of Wayne.

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ep 8

ep 8

LOOK AT TSUYOSHI APPRECIATING HIS WIFE

gets called cool and then starts crying

she's about to be wrong isn't she

kaito what are you fiddling with

yup called it

haruka is very 17 rn lmaoooooooo

get rekt

important question: has shinichi seen the red balloon

you're cute but i think you might die

tsubasa????????

something i should keep in mind: inoue characters are interesting yet not shown enough. see every non-tendou/kagami character in kabuto

what is this music

tsubasa why don't you wear like a mask why do you hide behind your collar

right tsuyoshi is in sales i don't think he should be in sales i think he needs a behind the scenes job

tsu-combi?

sanoni and mezool should meet

buddy for oniisan lmao nice

working together cute cute cute

are these two the same height

Y'ALL ARE TOO TALL

FJDSIOFJSDAIOFSDAOIFJIOS I JUST NOTICED THE SHORTS THAT'S A LOOK

natsumi just makes me think of decade natsumi

natsumi has the wavier hair got it

both the tsu-s are like MAH WIFE love to see it

i uh did not read that as cook for a sec there

taking home a fugitive because he loves his girl too fjsdioafjsdaiofjsdaiofji

why is the sky so orange is it wildfire season in japan

is this…..the same apartment touma was with aya? looks similar

okay but when the oni shimmer like that in the background they look like fangire

dudes who run into building burnings together stay together

you guys are too TALL for staying low

WHY WOULD YOU UNHENSHIN. WHY.

miho getting sora vibes which, go for it ma'am be unhinged

HELL YEAH MIHO

this is a fangire

oh CONDITIONAL precious life. hmmm. don't be eugenic please

oh noto is like the REVERSE of greeed?

when they BOTH mysteriously disappear

when did it turn daytime

damn haruka got the short end of the stick

so when do they get the gokaiger gears and will the gokaigers show up

who told him to go DOWN like that tho

woah real inu brother

don't fuck with a pink

NO REGERTS

of course omurice would be your specialty

DONBROS LIVEBLOG, AS COPY/PASTED FROM MY DISCORD

i did this like i was talking to my friend, so this is the "being friends with stickers' when she's watching something" experience

i think i'll put more thoughts in the tags, but don't count on it for every ep lmao

ep 1

21 years ago is 2001 sounds fake to me

wait i've seen this man--kao dake sensei

not even 20 seconds in and i get interrupted ;-;

moses, peach style (yes i know that's the story of mamotaro it's just that i'm jewish)

oh okay even the logo is rainbow for this one

dabbing in the year of our lord 2022

i have not seen miss silver girl anywhere ever who is that

five way back to back? oh this is going to be AWESOME

hello miss haruka i see TONS on you

fangire?

a kamen rider?

hello mr blue guy that gets shipped with the red

oi no nails on the chalkboard

a BOYFRIEND???

sorry mr boyfriend i do not remember you in zettai bl at all

she becomes a hero because of a spam ad nice

ATTACK OF THE KILLER SUNGLASSES

isn't this colorful??

hello kaito but i think without the adhd

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

gun!

cubes like zyuohger

okay mr red

bonds again? this IS zyuohger, go meet yamato

this guy is yamato 2.0

isn't that lily/the fourze teacher?

why translate mama as mommy what is the point of that

MORE CUBES AGAIN

i'm guessing this is the fourze school?

hell yeah ask and you shall receive

pfffffffffffffft thinking that mr blue man would be tarou

i like that this chooses when you're gonna fight

FJDSIOFJSIOFJDSIOAJOIA HE JUST KICKS HER OUT OF THE WAY

glasses and then glasses

mom i am watching donbrothers not thinking about how the trains and busses work in this damn country

pink dude

man cgi battles just annoy me like i am SURE i'll like this series but damn cgi battles are for the crossover movies and that's IT

FJDSIOFJSDIOFJDSIOAFJDSIOAFAIO I WANT DANCING LADIES TO ANNOUNCE MY PRESENCE AS I'M ON A MOTORCYCLE

"this one? no. no thanks"

kamen rider sentai

oh the first battle of these two let's go

reverse storm trooper aim

toei this is so much rainbow

man i have to remember zenkaiger gears? good thing i watched it

if you do a zenaki gattai and put "yo" imma "yo ho hoi"

kamen rider kick

is there no dancing song at the end AGAIN???

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 31 Bevel’s Movie Night - Rugrats Passover & The Prince of Egypt

Today, Prowl learned about human history. It’s wild, but like, not really any more wild than Cybertron’s early history? He can handle a talking shrub with hologram flames that hands out snakes with stick alt-modes.

Today Bevel 7:30 pm *she's a little subdued tonight, but the room's set up, and she's sitting on the floor fiddling with something laying on the floor in front of her* Ratchet 7:33 pm *pops in* Bevel 7:34 pm *looks up and smiles at Ratchet* Hi, Ratchet. Ratchet 7:34 pm Heya, kiddo. Whatcha got there? Bevel 7:37 pm Part of my ship's engine. I gotta fix it before I leave. Ratchet 7:39 pm Oh! *flomps down beside* What's the issue with it? Bevel 7:41 pm I think *she points to a mess of wires inside the panel she's working on* something got crossed wrong. Or a circuit board is wrong. I can fix the first one tonight but the circuit board means I gotta weld stuff. I cannot do that during the documentaries. Ratchet 7:44 pm Hmm. Doesn't seem like too much trouble, then. Bevel 7:45 pm ((this is so bad, I'm gonna just... Ratchet 7:45 pm [[ it is truly terrible ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave creeps in, smelling faintly of smoke and melted plastic. He'll sit down like nothing's wrong and give the other two calm nods.* Bevel 7:48 pm No, just annoying. *she sticks her glossa out at the reek from Soundwave* Hi, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm *What are you calling a reek. FAINTLY.* Ratchet 7:49 pm *he smell bad* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm *LISTEN HERE* Ratchet 7:49 pm *DECEPTICON STANK* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm *This is the scent of MORALS* Ratchet 7:50 pm *Ratchet doesn't mean that he knows Soundwave is not a Decepticon* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:51 pm [[What will you be showing tonight?]] Bevel 7:52 pm Passover documentaries from Earth and something Miko said I would like. ((gonna start on the hour so if everyone needs food, drinks, potty breaks, now is a good time. Ratchet 7:54 pm [[ this is reminding me there was a really cute Jewish family who I was on the same plane with on the way both to and from TFCon last year ]] Bevel 7:54 pm ((heee Bevel 7:57 pm One of them is about a prince in Egypt? Ratchet 7:58 pm Sounds interesting. I've met a prince from.... huh. I can't remember what country he was from. Bevel 7:59 pm Was he nice? Ratchet 7:59 pm Yeah! He helped the Aerialbots out. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm [[Ah, he knows that story. He has seen it before. It is most satisfying.]] Bevel 8:00 pm Awesome. *to both things, she goes back to poking at her project* Ratchet 8:01 pm [[ THAT is Prince of Egypt music ]] VProwl 8:02 pm ((... i can't find a chat log for it so i guess prowl hasn't seen it before. has it been since before i was on prowl that i saw it in a stream??)) Ratchet 8:03 pm [[ last time i saw it in stream u were drift and i was sadie ]] VProwl 8:03 pm ((i DID find the stream log on drift, so i guess it's been... almost 3 years... wow)) Ratchet 8:03 pm [[ unless there's been a time since then??? i thought maybe there was.... ]] Bevel 8:04 pm ((Oh good I don't feel so bad reshowing it then VProwl 8:04 pm ((i thought there was too, but i don't have a log, so...)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm ((someone showed it like a year ago but i think i'm the only one who went?)) Ratchet 8:06 pm [[ i know whirl has seen it at least twice. i was there when whirl saw it a second time and was still delighted by heqet ]] [[ he pointed it out to windchill ]] Bevel 8:06 pm *giggles quietly at Angelica's idea of freedom* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Soundwave settles in to see this story. He hasn't seen this version of it.* Bevel 8:08 pm ...mom acts like this sometimes if you mention Optimus. It is less funny when she does it. VProwl 8:08 pm *A human holiday. Those are dangerous.* ... When in this holiday? Bevel 8:08 pm Right now! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave thinks it's hilarious, but he's not sad about the Prime's loss.* VProwl 8:09 pm Oh. *If anons were going to try to harass him into celebrating it, they probably would have done so by now. He must be safe.* All right. Bevel 8:09 pm Hi, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *That sounds like Laserbeak's requirements for a holiday* Ratchet 8:10 pm Oh! Hey, Prowl. VProwl 8:10 pm ... Hi. *Oh. Yeah. He didn't really greet everyone. He sort of just snuck in as it was starting.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *Nods to Prowl, who is almost certainly going to sit with Ratchet, and continues listening* Bevel 8:11 pm Why not the other babies? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm [[He dislikes the youngling with the yellow hair.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[HA.]] Bevel 8:12 pm *laughs* VProwl 8:12 pm *Soundwave is right; Prowl does so.* Maybe the others didn't have baskets. Ratchet 8:13 pm Hehehe. I've done that a time or two. *Ratchet is on the floor with Bevel* *just so Prowl knows where he's sitting* VProwl 8:13 pm *On the floor he is.* Bevel 8:14 pm *floor bots yay* VProwl 8:15 pm ... Building a pyramid upside-down is actually a far more impressive architectural achievement than the regular way. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[Clearly, the pharoah knows nothing.]] VProwl 8:18 pm ((... i didn't know the subs could keep going while the picture is frozen)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm ((...neither did i)) Bevel 8:18 pm ((hulu really ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm ((i was sitting here like 'oh that's clever, not having to animate all that')) Ratchet 8:19 pm [[ me too lmao ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm [[Toning it down for the bitlets, he sees.]] ((LMAO THE PHONE)) VProwl 8:23 pm They could have chosen better actors for the dramatic reenactment. It's not very dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm [[You'll like the other version better, he thinks.]] Bevel 8:23 pm Is it more serious? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm [[Quite.]] Bevel 8:24 pm *nods* Ratchet 8:25 pm *snickers* VProwl 8:25 pm ((that pun oh my god)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((the baby bath water joke omg)) Ratchet 8:25 pm *baby with the bathwater* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Soundwave isn't familiar with the expression or he'd have found that hilarious.* Bevel 8:26 pm So much for Pharaoh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [[Indeed.]] VProwl 8:27 pm ... Somehow I feel like the original story was... bloodier. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soft huffing. Prowl isn't wrong.* Ratchet 8:28 pm [[ that was really cute though i haven't seen rugrats passover before ]] [[ *wiggles* ]] [[ honestly we could watch this movie every week and i would never get tired of it ]] Bevel 8:29 pm ((I love the Rugrats Passover so much ((same ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((PoE is hard to watch sometimes but i love it so)) Bevel 8:30 pm I guess we will find out now, Prowl. This is a much longer documentary. *she forgets her tinkering for the moment* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Soundwave scoots forward on his seat and rests his chin on his hands. A history lesson, a story he can get behind, and music. What's not to like?* VProwl 8:31 pm *They're singing. And Prowl's already on high alert for dogs.* Bevel 8:31 pm ((omg prowl ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *No, no. That's Monday.* Ratchet 8:33 pm *leans back on his palms* *this music. mm.* VProwl 8:33 pm *Well. It's already bloodier than the last documentary.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[This youngling was extremely fortunate to have avoided certain death so many times.]] Ratchet 8:35 pm [[ what i appreciate most about this movie as an adult, tho, is that there's not a single damn white person in it. ...... at least in the way that they're animated. ]] Bevel 8:36 pm ((same VProwl 8:36 pm ((v good job they did there)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm ((ye)) VProwl 8:36 pm ... Do humans usually adopt each other that fast? Bevel 8:37 pm *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[He has not seen many tales of human adoption.]] *Huff.* [[One might say they have a nose for trouble.]] Bevel 8:39 pm This looks like a fun race. Ratchet 8:39 pm *sputtering* SOUNDWAVE. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *Bobbing quietly.* Bevel 8:39 pm *giggles* VProwl 8:40 pm Pff. Bevel 8:41 pm *frowns* Bad dad. Bevel 8:43 pm ((my new thing, that line kills me every time ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Low, irritable buzz.* Bevel 8:45 pm *scowls* VProwl 8:45 pm Ugh. Bevel 8:45 pm Ha. *and she's back to frowning* VProwl 8:46 pm ... Does he have ANY experience in architecture? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[Presenting another living being as a gratification toy. They deserved to have their fingers bitten off by her.]] [[And it is unlikely.]] VProwl 8:50 pm Hm. *okay the architecture thing isn't as offensive as the slavery thing. but it's pretty offensive.* Ratchet 8:50 pm *did YOU have any experience Prowl* Bevel 8:51 pm Oh he got it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[Music can be a powerful cause of recall.]] VProwl 8:52 pm *he had one hell of a crammed education, five architecture and construction experts guiding him, and the willingness to turn to the people who were supposed to be working for him and tell them he was clueless and needed their help.* Bevel 8:52 pm *nods and hums* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm [[He would like to see the archives from this time. He is sure they do not move like this, but they must still contain many stories.]] VProwl 8:54 pm *certainly hopes they don't move like this.* Ratchet 8:55 pm [[ it is raining real hard and butter* is lookin out the window all interested like ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[You deserved to be risen against, human.]] Bevel 8:55 pm Yeah. VProwl 8:56 pm The best way to not be risen against is to be the kind of person against whom it would not be beneficial to rise up. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Nodding.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm [[Good.]] Bevel 9:00 pm *gasps* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Knew it was coming and still took every delight in seeing the whip-holder thrown.* Ratchet 9:04 pm [[ one of these days....... ONE OF THESE DAYS i am gonna get around to writing a prince of egypt/transformers mash up type fic with megatron as moses and optimus prime as rameses ]] Bevel 9:05 pm ...whoa, is that a thing that really happens on Earth? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm [[It is.]] Ratchet 9:05 pm [[ because in my heart of hearts i am a dirty decepticon sympathizer ]] Bevel 9:06 pm Does Cybertron have them too? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[The rust sea has a version of them.]] Bevel 9:07 pm Oh hey it is the bitey girl. *mental note to never go to the Rust Sea* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Is gonna try his damnedest to see that pattern anyway.* Ratchet 9:09 pm That's a lovely tapestry. Bevel 9:09 pm *...this is Bevel's favorite song so far* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Feeler wiggle. It's hard not to be caught up in this one.* VProwl 9:10 pm *a thread can certainly see its part in a tapestry; it just needs some well-placed mirrors.* *............ and eyes, but.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm ((amazon what is your PROBLEM lately)) Bevel 9:11 pm ((amazon I'm gonna VProwl 9:11 pm ((amazon needs to get its shit together)) Ratchet 9:14 pm [[ omg i never noticed the reprise of that theme before...... ]] [[ this is ur home ]] Bevel 9:14 pm ((masterpiece of a movie Ratchet 9:14 pm [[ it's so good ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Ohhh, the part with the voices. It intrigues him so.* VProwl 9:16 pm *... what in the world is going on here?* *hologram? some kind of bioluminescence?* VProwl 9:18 pm *kind of a rude deity. he raised reasonable objections.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Soundwave has no idea. The first time he saw it, he thought the human was hallucinating. He stopped thinking that after the... whatever the substance was that moved him around. Now he doesn't have a clue.* Bevel 9:20 pm *is fairly certain it was the human's version of Primus. whoever. whatever it is* VProwl 9:20 pm *well sure, but if primus had started talking out of a weird non-burning fire prowl would be asking how HE did it too* Bevel 9:21 pm *magic?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Ask him how he made the carved tabletop move ilke the scene in this film while you're at it, Prowl. Soundwave still can't puzzle that out.* VProwl 9:22 pm *magic is merely insufficiently understood science* Bevel 9:22 pm *if you say so, Prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[He wonders how long the Moses human was gone.]] [[Egotistical, isn't he.]] Omicron 9:24 pm *IceQueen peers in* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[Good evening, Ice Queen.]] Bevel 9:25 pm *waves to Ice Queen with her spanner* Omicron 9:25 pm O,o Bevel 9:25 pm Is this gonna be the gods fighting now? The human did not mention this in the first story. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Whirl's voice:* [][][]Praise Heqet.[][][] *The mech isn't here to do it himself. Someone had to.* VProwl 9:26 pm ... Is THIS where that was from? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[It is.]] Omicron 9:26 pm *wonders at the spanner, settles down on the floor in her bot mode with murmering hatchling on her shoulders* hello VProwl 9:26 pm Whirl worships a human Egyptian god? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[Apparently.]] VProwl 9:27 pm I'd assumed Heqet was—I don't know. A gun manufacturer. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *Soundwave IMMEDIATELY shakes up a storm* Bevel 9:27 pm God fight. *points to the snakes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[That does seem like the kind of thing he would have worshiped, doesn't it.]] Omicron 9:29 pm hmm Bevel 9:30 pm 😔 Omicron 9:32 pm Racer: *climbing down Icy's back* Bevel 9:33 pm *sits forward so she can see what Moses is going to do this time* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm [[There is your 'bloodier'.]] VProwl 9:35 pm I didn't mean literally, but—yes, I suppose so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *He knows what Prowl meant. There will be that, too.* Omicron 9:36 pm well this is an interesting way of doing a speach ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Soundwave's feeler claws cilck. A favorite sequence comes now.* VProwl 9:37 pm *Doesn't consider faith alone much of a counterbalance to the power to take lives, but okay.* Omicron 9:37 pm *a hatchling might be eyeing the feeler, or the derection* Bevel 9:37 pm *Bevel changes her mind, this is her favorite song* VProwl 9:38 pm *Plagues and small creatures are a good counterbalance.* *... And fireballs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[Stubborn fool.]] Bevel 9:39 pm *so faith?* Omicron 9:39 pm very VProwl 9:40 pm *No no, not faith. A big friend with bigger powers than their enemy. Whether or not they have faith in said friend doesn't change that friend's power.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[How his own citizens did not rise against him for subjecting them to this to save his own pride, he does not know.]] Bevel 9:40 pm *maybe it does for the friend but Bevel doesn't know anything about this particular god* VProwl 9:40 pm Propaganda blaming it on Moses and the Hebrews, I'm sure. Omicron 9:40 pm guards? VProwl 9:42 pm ... When lower castes try to demand equality to upper castes, the leader refuses, and the lower castes cause trouble, who do the upper castes generally blame for the trouble? The leader, for standing up to social upheaval, or the lower castes, for not knowing their place? Omicron 9:43 pm *rumbles, and pets her hatchling's back* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *Soft vent.*

[[All right. He knows. He simply - wishes it was not always so. Here. And... other places.]] Omicron 9:44 pm ........what ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[It is as he says. The first creation of every Egyptian will perish.]] VProwl 9:44 pm ... Mm. Omicron 9:44 pm >C ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *There it is again. The... whatever that is. Smoke?* Lingo 9:45 pm ...So an alien comes out of a wormhole and eats all the human firstborn? Bevel 9:45 pm I think it is the human's Primus. Lingo 9:45 pm How can it tell which is which? Omicron 9:46 pm this....they take out everything on the youngest that can not defend or have a say in what their elders do? Bevel 9:46 pm Well, the Hebrew's god. The Egyptians have different ones. Lingo 9:46 pm well that was distressing. Bevel 9:46 pm *who sadly aren't doing much to stop things, maybe they thought the slaves should be freed as well?* VProwl 9:46 pm ... A brutal god. But most stories of gods I'm familiar with tend to be. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[The humans with the blood painted on their doors were not touched. That is how it knows. And only those forced to be slaves knew to do it.]] Lingo 9:47 pm I've heard a few stories about Egyptian gods. They seem to operate like reality tv casts Bevel 9:47 pm Casts? Like a play? VProwl 9:47 pm And brutality is sometimes a necessity. Omicron 9:47 pm *Icy gives a low growling in her spot, racer tries to minic* Lingo 9:48 pm Well more like a bunch of drunken people who have no business sharing a house together ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[It is retribution for what was done to the creations of the slaves under their rule.]]

*He has always disliked that younglings were forced to suffer, but... what else could be done?* Bevel 9:48 pm Oh. Lingo 9:48 pm than like a cast of a play VProwl 9:48 pm Sometimes. *he's not going to openly support or criticize this one's choices.* Lingo 9:49 pm There's apparently quite a bit of hooplah concerning who receives the semen ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *Soundwave nods at Prowl.* [[What do sailors have to do with gods?]] Bevel 9:49 pm Seamen? Lingo 9:49 pm No more like a milky human byproduct They seem very hung up on it ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[Ugh. Human ooze.]] [[Please, say no more.]] Bevel 9:50 pm Ha. Omicron 9:50 pm *snorts* Lingo 9:50 pm Apparently there is a kind of lettuce who also produces a similar textured milky white byproduct Omicron 9:51 pm yeah, lets not get into those human oddies Lingo 9:51 pm ....and something about necrophilia? but I think that might be an unrelated story to the lettuce. Bevel 9:51 pm *shrugs, humans and their gods are strange she guesses* ((so glad they actually put the words instead of [singing in Hebrew] Omicron 9:52 pm at least there are many more young ones that have been freed Ratchet 9:52 pm [[ YES i've always wondered what the words were that was really nice ]] Omicron 9:53 pm ((yes!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *...He may not be THAT fond of organics, but he's oddly pleased by the humans' happiness. Look at how thrilled they are to be freed. He remembers moments like that.* Bevel 9:53 pm Cybertronian stories about the Thirteen are weird too. I can send you some. Lingo 9:53 pm You can leave out the ones about Micronus.

I'm not speaking to him currently. VProwl 9:53 pm ... They probably could have got the same result with much less loss of life if, instead of killing every firstborn offspring, their deity had just killed the pharaoh. Bevel 9:53 pm *nods* Ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[He has thought that a few times, himself.]] [[THAT is a power.]] VProwl 9:54 pm *gestures* And the pharaoh wouldn't be around to send an army, either. Bevel 9:54 pm There is one about Solus that I think someone who did not like her wrote about her getting murdered by one of the other Thirteen who was being really creepy. It was stu--*distracted by awesome fire* Lingo 9:55 pm Egyptians killed pharaohs all the time, though. Less than a day someone else would have the reigns Omicron 9:55 pm O-o primus it takes all the fire breathers on the ship to do a firestorm close to that Bevel 9:56 pm *this is so much cooler than the first version* VProwl 9:56 pm *how many things can that stick do* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *Isn't it, though.* Lingo 9:56 pm It'd be like killing the prime. Yeah there's a hit to morale but the matrix just gets handed off to the next guy in line and if he dies it goes off to someone else and so on. The fancy hat is the same. Ratchet 9:56 pm .... *and Ratchet thought he didn't like SOUNDWAVE* Bevel 9:57 pm ((I would like to say that in the original story, Aaron was actually really awesome and it is my only complaint about this movie that he's mostly relegated to whining here Omicron 9:57 pm .........skybite? *Icequeen and Racer perk up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm *...He would almost like to walk within a sea like that himself. Imagine all the strange underwater life forms he could see up close. Not just octopuses, either.* VProwl 9:58 pm ... What's keeping the fish from swimming out of the wall. Does the same forcefield that's keeping the water up also keep the fish in, or are they able to see where the water ends and avoid it? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm [[He assumes it is the field.]] Omicron 9:58 pm *sound wave could do a see visit sometime with Icy's crew* Bevel 9:58 pm Killing the Prime is to a big deal. Omicron 9:59 pm .....well.... that's inadvertent tactics? VProwl 9:59 pm *gestures* And the pharaoh ends up dying anyway. Ratchet 9:59 pm Thank you, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[The idiot did not see a trap as plain as the evening and morning star he claimed to be.]] Lingo 9:59 pm Well yes it's a big deal but it doesn't upset the daily grind for more than a week Ratchet 10:00 pm *stands up* Have a good evening, Prowl. Bevel 10:00 pm Yeah it does! *she slams the spanner down onto the floor* Ratchet 10:00 pm Thank you for the movies, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[Goodnight, Ratchet.]] VProwl 10:00 pm Evening, Ratchet. Omicron 10:00 pm have a peaceful evening medic VProwl 10:01 pm Even if it WASN'T an obvious trap, who would walk between through tenuous walls of death liquid without the-- oh, he isn't dead. Without the reassurance that the being who SPLIT those walls is on your side? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[A final miracle. He should have been dashed against the stones.]] Bevel 10:01 pm It upsets everything. VProwl 10:01 pm *Dryly.* Aren't miracles supposed to be good? Omicron 10:02 pm he should have been crushed by the water pressure alone, let alone it coming down most mecha can't survive water pressure at depths alike to that ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Light venting at Prowl.* [[He enjoys every opportunity to see that documentary. Thank you for giving him another.]] Bevel 10:03 pm *she might have been able to shrug Lingo's comment off last week but the weld over that wound has been torn clean off with the loss of the Star Saber* Lingo 10:03 pm *Whoo hokay gonna be backing out of range of slamming tools* Bevel 10:04 pm *fuming on the floor like y'do* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *Soundwave's just. Gonna stretch a feeler out and gingerly rest it on Bevel's back.* Bevel 10:05 pm *she trembles for a moment at the touch before dropping the spanner to the floor* Sorry. Lingo 10:05 pm .......................... *is only very smol and not sure if Soundwave has back or not but best not to bank on that*

Okay so maybe I'm off base here. I've never actually had.. a prime in my lifetime until recently so it's a little ... weird...? to me...?? Bevel 10:05 pm Sorry. I will... I have one more thing to show. Lingo 10:05 pm I'm- uh- sorry.. Ratchet 10:05 pm *halfway home, and remembers he was going to offer Bevel a hand with that engine* Bevel 10:05 pm *nods jerkily to Lingo* Ratchet 10:06 pm @Bevel ::Let me know if you need a hand with anything, hey? I'm pretty good with repairs, myself.:: Bevel 10:06 pm ... @Ratchet: ...yeah. Ratchet 10:07 pm [[ boyz II men ayyy ]] Bevel 10:08 pm ((one last thing to wind down to ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm @L: [[He does not disagree, but you speak to the spawn of one, and one who is recently deceased at that. Do not change your mind for another's benefit, but you must also know your audience.]] Omicron 10:08 pm ((having a happy spazz here XD just got a second draft of Icy-commission )) Bevel 10:08 pm ((congrats! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[...What is this?]] Bevel 10:09 pm Um, Steven Universe. It is about aliens on Earth. Miko thought I would like it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm [[Earth is a popular destination these days.]] [[PRIMUS BELOW.]] [[What is -that-.]] Bevel 10:10 pm Monsters. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[He can -see- that they are monsters. What -are- th--]] Aha. Century poodles. VProwl 10:11 pm ((century poodles: what happens when you bury a poodle to ferment)) Omicron 10:11 pm huh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm ((LMAO)) Lingo 10:11 pm @slendy: Well if yours is anything like mine you'll have a zombie prime wandering around if you give it enough time...... Omicron 10:11 pm ((LOL)) Lingo 10:12 pm Oh this is that show With the little green one ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *...He can see who Prowl's favorite is going to be.* VProwl 10:13 pm *okay Prowl already likes the one that's talking about the trajectory of petals falling* Bevel 10:13 pm *Bevel already pegged that one as Prowl too* VProwl 10:13 pm *HOW DID YOU GUESS* Omicron 10:14 pm O,o Omicron 10:15 pm ..........so, this is their equivalent of their learning how to transform? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *...Doesn't think he relates to any of the four, really, but he's curious about this gem business.* Omicron 10:15 pm Racer: *stands up and flops, transforming attempt fail* Bevel 10:15 pm HA. Omicron 10:15 pm .........Pffffffffft! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[What is he going to do when he is out of the cookie cats?]] Bevel 10:16 pm *well this helped make her feel a little better* VProwl 10:16 pm Learn the recipe? Lingo 10:16 pm I dunno, Garnet kind of reminds me of you, Soundwave Omicron 10:16 pm learn how to make icescream? VProwl 10:17 pm *The one Prowl relates to is named Pearl. INTERESTING.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm [[It seems very inconvenient.]]

[[And why is that?]] Lingo 10:17 pm Tall, stoic, stretchy arms, visor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[Connecting with the energies of the universe is... really more Drift's business.]] Omicron 10:18 pm sounds like something Skybite would go on about Lingo 10:18 pm A pokeball! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Urgh.]] Omicron 10:19 pm *might be purring* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm *...Idly wonders if Prowl knows how to use a spear as well?* Bevel 10:20 pm ((just one unless y'all wanna watch another VProwl 10:20 pm ((sure!)) Bevel 10:21 pm *transforms her fists... into bigger fists* VProwl 10:21 pm *Soundwave is welcome to ask.* Lingo 10:21 pm (( I'd be down but I'm like two hours behind you if you're getting tired )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *You know what? He's going to do that.*

@P: [[...It occurs to him that he has never looked into your full set of weapons skills. Are you trained with spears?]] Bevel 10:22 pm ((one more and then I'll switch to music ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[...Generally speaking, floating optics are not good.]] VProwl 10:23 pm @S «No, I've never used them.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm @P: [[What -do- you use? Aside from blasters, your missiles, and acid, if you do.]] Omicron 10:24 pm ...well Bevel 10:24 pm At least they tried. Omicron 10:24 pm that's a predacon tactic if I ever saw one Lingo 10:25 pm Why is his coloration so weird? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[Hopefully your Predacons are better at improvising than these crystal-gem aliens.]] [[...Clean your slagging storage shed, human.]] Omicron 10:27 pm Generally we are Soundwave. There aaare moments though...of...moments VProwl 10:27 pm @S «Shock batons and a couple types of martial arts.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Shock batons? Martial arts? Despite knowing what his own Prowl could do, he didn't expect either of those.*

@P: [[...He would be interested in seeing demonstrations of both, some time. If you were willing.]] Omicron 10:30 pm at least those two have a positive relationship it seems ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm *Hmm. That says something about how much the Rose alien liked the Greg human.* Bevel 10:32 pm I want a cannon like that. VProwl 10:32 pm @S «I don't spar very often, but I'll try to remember to let you know next time I do.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Confirmation ping. And maybe a set of markers for enthusiasm and impatience. A 'can't wait', if you will.* Ratchet 10:34 pm [[ okay i'm sleep good night ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm ((night!)) Bevel 10:34 pm ((night! Omicron 10:34 pm (rest well!) Bevel 10:36 pm *she picks the spanner back up and goes back to poking at the engine on the floor* VProwl 10:37 pm @S «I'm not spectacular with any of them.» *he figures Soundwave probably knows and probably doesn't care, but he thought it only fair to warn him anyway.* Lingo 10:38 pm *inches over towards Bevel out of curiosity* ....whatcha working on...? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Nope. Doesn't care. That is, he cares enough to want to see what Prowl can do, but he remembers Prowl saying the best trainers in the Autobots could only teach him so much. He just wants to see for himself without people needing to be in mortal danger first.* Bevel 10:39 pm *tenses slightly before shrugging* I have to fix my ship before I leave. It was easier to pull this part of the engine out to work on it. I wanted to show the documentaries. *she likes having people visit* Lingo 10:41 pm That's a handy skill to have. I don't know much about engine repair. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *...Maybe one day see how much of an offense Prowl can throw at him without anything bad needing to inspire that either. He might not have liked being -forced- to be a gladiator, but he does still enjoy testing people's strength from time to time.*

[[Before you leave? Where are you going?]] Bevel 10:42 pm *nods and whatever she's about to say is cut off by the question from Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm @P: [[That's fine. He's never used shock batons, himself.]] ((I love this sooooong)) Bevel 10:43 pm The Star Saber is not on Cybertron. Mom checked. *while yelling at her about playing with greyface magic* Omicron 10:43 pm O,o the prime sword? Bevel 10:43 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm [[...This is the most sensible post-departure song he has heard in millennia.]] [[And where IS it, then?]] Bevel 10:44 pm I do not know but I am going to find it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[...By yourself?]] Omicron 10:45 pm ...do you need any help? Bevel 10:45 pm Rolodex does not want to come. Um, if you want to. What about Racer? Lingo 10:46 pm ......do you have like, a honing beacon on it...? Omicron 10:47 pm He rides along with the crew all the time. and Dreaded Wings is starting to get rather good with jumping now that our bridges make it between worlds Bevel 10:49 pm Yeah, but I gotta be closer for it to work. I was just gonna... go toward Earth and see if maybe it went back there. *it didn't but well it's a start* Bevel 10:50 pm If you want to. I do not know how long it will take to find. Lingo 10:51 pm Well.... I'm on Earth. I can listen and see if I hear any chatter about a huge sword appearing suddenly? Bevel 10:51 pm Thank you. Lingo 10:52 pm @Slendy: I think I recall something about it breaking during the war...? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm @L: [[Ours is not broken. Bevel had it just days ago.]] Lingo 10:55 pm @Slendy: mmkay... well I'll keep an ear out... Omicron 10:59 pm *watching raver keep jumping off her knee or tail, doing a weird flip or twist for a while now* Bevel 11:00 pm *wiggles her fingers at Racer* Lingo 11:01 pm (( slendy your attention is needed briefly on skype )) Bevel 11:01 pm ((she's having a computer hiccup it'll be a moment Omicron 11:02 pm Racer: *Fingers! wing flaps a trot over to pounce them* Lingo 11:02 pm (( ( =3=)b )) Bevel 11:03 pm *giggles and keep them just out of reach* Omicron 11:06 pm Racer: *he's getting strong little bit by little bit...also, he's been eating metals so jumps for it with wing flap* Bevel 11:07 pm *she swoops her hands down to grab him up and toss him gently into the air before catching hold of him again* Omicron 11:10 pm Racer: BAH! *wing POOF at the toss, and sits in the hold, wings out, looking confused....omg do that again* Bevel 11:11 pm *smiles and tosses him up again* Omicron 11:12 pm Racer: *exited chitters, wings flapping, trying to get the flying concept, has a while to learn* ((ooh, possible good song if you don't mind the fandom it was made in? its close to Icy's voice 😅)) (-hides in shy blanket-) Bevel 11:15 pm ((sure thing ((lemme know what it is and I'll play it next ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *Soundwave has a lot of nervous energy going nowhere because he doesn't know what to do about Megatron yet. He kind of wants to move around but doesn't want to leave but doesn't want to dance in public. Damn it.* Bevel 11:16 pm *would pat you on the back if she knew but well* Omicron 11:17 pm *would offer the planet she's on for a run around on too* Bevel 11:18 pm *Bevel could offer a fight since she's been itching for one, but Soundwave would probably kick her butt super fast* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((oh my god it ended with the train fight)) *Yes. Yes, he would.* Bevel 11:18 pm *Go pick a fight with Elita, Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm *He'll kick her aft too.* *Any aft except terrorcon aft, for the moment. He's not quite prepared to deal with that.* Bevel 11:19 pm *hey now she'd at least give him a good fight* Omicron 11:20 pm *he could go say hi to Dreaded Wings? distracting* Lingo 11:20 pm *is only a tiny thing she would get punted like a football* Bevel 11:20 pm ((omi~ what's the song you wanted me to play Omicron 11:22 pm ('changling Queen') Bevel 11:24 pm ((Excellent voice choice. I like it. Omicron 11:24 pm (I'm working on something that works for predacons) (but if you ever wanted to know what Icy is like or what she sounds like singing) *humming* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm ((*casually reminds everyone present of the Singing Favors Deal*)) Omicron 11:28 pm (?) Bevel 11:28 pm ((hehehe Omicron 11:29 pm (??????) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm ((okay so)) Bevel 11:30 pm ((...i may have lied accidentally when I said Elita couldn't sing ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm ((It is NOT common knowledge at all but soundwave will deliver one free favor within reasonable limits to anyone who sings specifically for him if they ask to collect on it, one time and one time only. uncommon as in most people who have sung for him for one reason or another don't even know that's an option.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm ((basically you have to be clever enough to a) find out that he collects those files and b) realize exactly how much it means to him so you can insist he owes you for it.)) Omicron 11:34 pm (hmm....) (that thread with him coming to Dreaded wings, he's most likely to hear not just the living ship sing but Icy lead her crew in something. They do it to bond, as well as plays) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm ((well, if she ever learns enough about him to put it all together, she might be able to call on it. but it'll be a while yet 😃 )) Bevel 11:36 pm ((Bevel would sing for free ngl Omicron 11:36 pm (something for the future possably. In the mean time he can get pulled in- not having to sing but hear the crew and Icy sing) Bevel 11:37 pm ((But does it count if she can sound like anyone she's heard before? Omicron 11:40 pm Racer: *noming on a pede?* Bevel 11:45 pm *she makes a triumphant sound and pulls a bent circuit board out from the engine part in front of her, problem found* I have to go work now. ((mun is getting tired Lingo 11:45 pm (( nini <3 have good sleep )) Bevel 11:45 pm ((night <3 Omicron 11:45 pm (<3!) [rest well] Bevel 11:46 pm ((song played in the most loving of ways, I do appreciate everyone who showed up and enjoyed the movie and cartoons tonight Omicron 11:46 pm *Icy comes up and picks up her sparkling* let me know if you might need some help. Living attack class ships are good for back up ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm *Well, there's no escaping reality now. Back to confronting the truth.* *He'll get up and get going.* Bevel 11:47 pm I will. Night, Soundwave. VProwl 11:47 pm *disappears* Bevel 11:47 pm *bye Prowl*

[elasticrhythms]

Get to know the Artists: Q&A With the rising Talent Arnold & Lane on their new forward-thinking Juke EP 'Walk Wit Me’ on Elastic Rhythms

ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: Arnold & Lane 

- Arnold Sallan and Taylor Lane (Arnold & Lane) have teamed up as a collaborative house music duo for a number of years, rising their way to the top of the dance music food chain with a unique bounce and a flavorous signature style to their sound. Now these two are bringing forth to the world an entirely different take on their sound elasticity with an EP that’s out of this world... ‘WALK WIT ME’ (EP) features 3 Original Juke/Ghettotech/Footwork records, and will be out on Elastic Rhythms August 14th, 2020 on all available digital platforms worldwide. We decided to ask them a few questions to get to know them better, and here’s what they said:

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1. What do you do to keep yourself motivated and interested in your work?

A: By trying to make new music every week, and taking breaks when not feeling creative. I don’t like forcing the process. Usually when I’m trying to write a song if the bulk of the track doesn’t get 70% done in the first session, then it’s usually gone with the wind. The track should write itself if it’s meant to be.

L: This project was actually a breath of fresh air. The ability to clear the palette of house music and step into a different genre provoked a new sense of inspiration and interest. Oftentimes we will experiment with different genres to keep the creative juices flowing. In other aspects, I will put emphasis on getting outside to enjoy different activities. All the while, I'll be building up steam and motivation to make beats.

2. What is the best advice that you have been given?

A:  I remember someone telling me that doing what we’re doing with music is a privilege and a gift. Remain grateful for this journey because a lot of people don’t have the opportunity or means to make music and pursue this career.

L: As cliche as it sounds, I've been told to "never give up" and "keep following your dreams". Many times I've contemplated giving up the creative process with music to focus on more practical things. I even took a two year hiatus, with the impression that I wouldn't make music again. I keep going because it's what I love, and if I didn't I surely wouldn't be as happy as I am today.

3. What advice would you have given yourself 5 years ago?

A: To not compare your successes to other people’s and to remain grateful about where you’re at. It’s not a good headspace when you’re thinking “If only we’re as big as so and so and then everything will be fine”.

L: I would have probably told myself to get proper promo shots before signing my first track. Or to plan out a complete outline of branding before releasing music. But I wouldn't have listened to myself anyways...

4. What is your favorite late night studio snack?

A: In n out or boba. I feel like those are the two that Taylor and I will get on a consistent basis. If we’re celebrating then we might hit up dog haus. Try the hangover burger. It's fire.

L: Boba. I work better on an empty stomach.

5. What in your personal life has influenced you to choose your music career?

A: Probably the fact that a normal conventional day job doesn’t bring me much happiness. and the most fun I have came from making beats and performing. Been writing/performing music for most of my life and that’s really the only thing that gives me a sense of purpose.

L: My Dad has always been a huge music enthusiast. He would drill me with timeless classic tunes while driving. He nurtured an exciting love for music. Also becoming a professional disc jockey/mobile DJ at 16 inspired a career in music. When I started, the DJ was celebrated and appreciated much more. As technology advanced, deejaying was more accessible and soon everyone and their brother/sister was deejaying. It wasn't special anymore. I soon realized that the next step to gain respect for the art of music was producing..

6. How harshly do you critique your own work?

A: I think it really depends. Usually in the moment of making a track, I'll be pretty pumped on it at first. But after a few listens a week or two or a month later, I can find myself doubting it or straight up thinking it’s dog shit. It really depends. For whatever reason, the tracks we think are trash end up resonating more with the listeners. . it’s a weird push pull cycle.

L: I used to be more critical of myself. Hence why I didn't sign a tune until I was around 27 years old. The moment I let go and began to send my music out regardless of it being perfect, I soon got results and was able to grow as an artist. I still suffer from harshly critiquing and comparing myself to others negatively and getting stuck on a mixdown driving myself mad. But I've learned to trust in my work more as I've matured as an artist.

7. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

A: Well ideally? I would like to see us touring and making music as our only sense of income.

L: Making a living off music, and touring the world. Or scraping by... But I'll rest satisfaction with the first answer.

8. How would you like to be remembered?

A: As good respectable dudes who consistently dropped bangers.

L: I would like to be remembered for my music contributions and making the world a teeny bit better with my existence. As a good son, brother, and friend.

9. If you had to live in a different country, which one would you choose?

A: Probably England or Canada (because of the free healthcare). I know it’s not a different country but I would really love to live in New York City at some point in my life.

L: Either somewhere tropical on the beach where the waves are abundant. Or Berlin, where there is an abundance of forward thinking music and culture.

10. If you were our President, what would be the first thing you’d do?

A: Do what i can to put an end to our racist police system and bring the truth about extraterrestrial life to the general public.

L: End corrupt systems, and corporate america. Put limitations on capitalism so wealth is spread more evenly. Re-design our education system. Save rainforests and shit.

11. Analog or Digital? and why?

A: As much as I would love to say analog, I would have to go with digital because it’s what we use in the studio on a regular basis. I love fiddling around with analog gear, but have always found it difficult integrating it into the workflow. Vinyl sounds better than digital tho 100percent.

L: Digital because I ain't rich yet. Digital is more accessible and has enabled me to participate in music. One day, I will spoil myself with the wonders of analog.

12. If you could sit in on any production session, who would it be with? And why?

A: I would love to sit in with Walker & Royce. Their sound design and drum sounds are something that blow my mind on a consistent basis and I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY DO IT.

L: I would probably sit in on Geode, Commodo, Walker & Royce, Tipper, Tiga, SOPHIE, Pharrell, Woulg, and Steely Dan's sessions. Because they continue to blow my mind with their production.

THANK YOU ARNOLD & LANE <3 

- WALK WIT ME (EP) OUT EVERYWHERE 08.14.20. -

@ElasticRhythms

[omgxiaoch]

Passenger In Love

pairing: hyungwon x [y/n]

genre: maybe fluff? idk lololol

word count: 2036

a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon! ^^ i hope you guys enjoy reading this and i apologize for any grammatical errors. gif not mine

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In the stillness of the night, the two of you lay on the comfy and soft bed that the two of you shared. Your fingers drew circles on his chest with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. “Hey, babe, do you still remember the time when we first met?” You softly asked with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating every single second.

It was just one of those nights when deep and serious conversations would just pop out. The soft breathing of Hyungwon was the only thing that you could hear, other than your own.

“Mmm, I surely do. You already had hearts in your eyes when you laid eyes on me.” Hyungwon teased as he twirls his long, slender fingers around your locks, eyes focused on the ceiling as he reminisces about how the two of you really met.

Scoffing at his remark, you rolled your eyes and lifted yourself off of him, elbows plopped on the mattress with you looking straight into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Yeah, right. You, yourself, couldn’t even stop yourself from asking me my number.”

Well, to be honest, the two of you are actually telling the truth. Both of you actually didn’t believe in love at first sight but when the two of you saw each other, it felt like everything stopped for some reason.

(flashback part)

It was the twentieth day of the month and here you are sitting in the business class with your left seat vacant. The day was really tiring and the only thing you could ever want was just to head back to South Korea and rest up after working really hard. Leaning back on your seat, you looked at the window and just enjoyed watching the city lights from afar.

They said meeting your significant other at the airport or in the plane itself was something magical but you beg to differ. There was nothing magical about it when you get your hopes up and never meet them again as soon as the plane lands in a different country. For short, you never believed in love at first sight.

Heaving out a sigh, you couldn’t help but pout as it was taking a bit longer for the plane to take off, especially when they’re still waiting for all the passengers to board and settle in with their items of luggage. The business class wasn’t that packed but it was then soon to be packed when a group of men came in, looking like models of some sort, making you look away to stop yourself from drooling at how hot they looked.

Suddenly, in the midst of distracting yourself, a voice called out to you. “Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?” Turning your head to look at the owner who soft-spoken asked you, you couldn’t help but stop when you met his gaze.

It seemed like you were looking at some beautiful Greek God and for the first time, you were startled at the fact that your heart was beating really fast, butterflies dancing through your tummy and the fact that everything somewhat stopped.

The man who stood in front of you glowed and you couldn’t help but shake your head, quickly looking away to calm your beating heart, “N-no. The seat’s free.”

“That’s good to hear.” He pauses as he looks at another man who was in his early thirties, “I’ll seat here, hyung.” And with that, he moved his long limbs to the front of his seat and gently sits down with such grace.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, your heart seemed to beat really fast, showing no signs of slowing down. This was the first time in history that you were that nervous around someone who you barely knew.

The man, on the other hand, couldn’t help but chuckle at how you fiddled with the hem of your handkerchief whilst trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m Hyungwon, by the way.” He introduces, catching you off-guard.

Your lips were slightly parted from the sudden introduction. Noticing how jittery you’ve become, Hyungwon offers you his hand before flashing you a smile. “My n-names [y/n].” you shyly said as you wrapped your hand around his outstretched hand, shaking it before letting it go after a second or two.

“So, where you heading to [y/n]-sshi?” Hyungwon politely asked as he tries to start a conversation with you. And this was unusual of him to start a conversation with someone whom he doesn’t even know. There something about you when he first laid his eyes on you and he knew that this plane ride would be something that he’d definitely enjoy.

Still taken aback at his gestures, you couldn’t help but let your face say it all. Hyungwon found it extremely fascinating at how easy you were to read as if he’s known you for decades. “Oh, [y/n], don’t worry. I don’t bite and hey, might as well make this plane ride worth it.”

Hyungwon was right and at some point, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly softened up. “You’re right.” The corner of your lips was tugged upwards as you slightly turned your body to Hyungwon and remembered his question.

“Oh, about your question. Well, I’m heading back to Korea, obviously since I’ve finally finished doing my job here in New York. How about you?”

Hyungwon didn’t know if you were just pulling his leg or something but it was completely written all over your face that you didn’t know a single thing about him. “I just finished some job too and my groupmates and I are finally gonna rest up and probably work on some new music.”

“Music? Woah, that’s really cool!” you beamed with your eyes twinkling with interest. “Man, I really have such high admiration for people, like you, who create music.”

“Why?” Hyungwon queries out of curiosity, propping his elbows on the arm rest and rests his chin on his palms. Why do you admire them so much tho? You carefully thought about it, tapping your bottom lip with your index finger as you clearly were gonna lose yourself to the train of thoughts.

“I.. just have a huge admiration for them. You know, like they’re so amazing to come up with lyrics and melodies that could help someone out go through the pain that they're going through or you know, make their day by just simply listening to the music that they’ve created.”

Hyungwon definitely understood what you meant and for the first time, he somewhat appreciates you. “You know what I mean right? Like the message that you guys write somewhat talks to their very souls as if they’re connected or something.”

“Yeah, I do. To be honest, for some reason, you’re really different [y/n]. Different in a good way.”

Chuckling at his awkward compliment, you nodded your head and muttered thanks before the two of you were interrupted with the intercom, instructions being announced throughout the whole plane.

With your seatbelts fastened, you looked at the flight attendant demonstrating the typical things that you should do when something happens, where the exit is and whatnots. Somehow you’ve almost memorized every single thing they’ve said since you’ve been flying back and forth for the past few weeks.

The plane was finally taking off and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly from the force that got you glued on the seat’s backrest as the pilot quickly accelerates.

Hyungwon was pretty quick to notice the soft groans that left your lips. Slipping his hand on yours, he gives it a light squeeze, making you look at him with eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry.” Two words were already enough to have you ease up. Finally, the plane smoothly flies and the warmth of Hyungwon’s hand was already gone.

“You okay?”

Glancing towards his side, you nodded your head and flashed him a thankful smile. “If you weren’t here, I don’t know what I would do with the plane taking off.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Throughout the whole trip, the two of you were getting to know each other and it felt like the two of you just clicked. The two of you got to know a couple of things that both of you have in common and even got to the point when the two of you were watching the same movie, only to end up with you falling asleep in your seat as all the work you had that morning finally kicked in.

Hyungwon glances towards your direction and he couldn’t help but smile. You were peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving every time you breathe.

Bringing his phone out, Hyungwon takes a photo of you and smiles to himself before he decides to rest up. Wrapping himself in the blanket offered to everyone, Hyungwon had drifted off without any problem.

Feeling a slight shake on his shoulder, Hyungwon’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see you looking fresh. “We’re gonna land soon.” You muttered, making him widen his eyes. Glancing at the window, he couldn’t believe that everything happened so fast. The sun was finally out and he was able to see the skyscrapers from afar.

“Here, have some facial wipes and some face mist.” Accepting the facial wipes and mist you’ve offered to him, Hyungwon mindlessly wipes his fast, patting it dry before spraying the mist.

“Thanks.” Hyungwon hands you back the items, only to feel the electric shock running through his fingers after his skin grazes against yours.

The plane has finally landed and before you knew it, you were out of the plane with your luggage in hand. Hyungwon and you just said your goodbyes and you knew that you just got your hopes up, hoping that something was gonna happen between the two of you.

Waltzing your way across the airport, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands. Turning around to look at the person, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you saw Hyungwon heavily panting right before you.

“I can’t let this chance slip. [y/n], I know this may sound really weird and sudden but... can I have your number? It was really fun talking to you and all while we were on the plane and I was hoping that maybe... we can hang out sometime?”

Seeing the sheepish smile plastered on his face and the teasing smiles that his friends had, you couldn’t help but soften at the sight as you took his phone and punched your phone number in.

“I’d love to hang out with you sometimes Hyungwon. Just text me if you want to hang out, okay? Anyways, I have to go now since my boss is waiting for me already. It was nice meeting you Hyungwon, bye~!”

You could feel your heart swell in happiness. At some point, you kind of agree with the people who said that meeting people at the airport or plane was somewhat magical. Making your way through the exit, you were startled when you felt your phone buzz against your thighs, making you pull your phone out, only to smile at the message you’ve just received.

from: unknown number

hey, [y/n]! it’s me hyungwon ^^ so, how about grabbing a cup of coffee later in the afternoon at Miss Lee Cafe?

“But babe, don’t you think that it was such a beautiful fate for the two of us to meet?”  You asked as you rested your head beside his, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer with a sleepy smile.

Just thinking about it made Hyungwon smile bigger, fingers pushing away the strands of hair covering your eyes. “If it was fate then I thank God for giving me such an amazing woman.”

“That’s enough, babe. Let’s catch some Zs now, shall we?” you muttered as you slowly closed your eyes, only to have it flutter open when you felt Hyungwon press his lips on yours, pulling right away before you could even react.

“Hyungwon!--”

“Ssshh, let’s catch some Zs now, see you in your dreams babe. Love you!”

“I love you too.”

[cyanoscarlet]

this is how you introduce a new fandom

#yoiweek2017 Day 1 (Le Parfum Des Fleurs) - beginnings and firsts

Or, how Yuuri was convinced to watch an anime based on his life.

(stories on (and off) ice)

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It was both flattering and mortifying, Yuuri thought, when a story based on your life and love suddenly skyrocketed in popularity like gossip spreading like a forest wildfire.

He sighed as he watched his sniffling husband from the kitchen. Viktor was crying over yet another episode of this "original fantasy action anime about a no-good mage who meets and falls for the number one ice wizard in the continent." It was really good, they said. The animation was beautiful, the story was riveting and the romance was done perfectly right.

Don't get him wrong; he appreciates a good story as much as the next person does. The love and care and attention to detail that went into the creation of this latest sensation was clearly evident in every frame drawn and every line spoken. It was, no doubt, a wonderful work in its own right. It was even considered by many as a revolutionary piece that broke barriers and made history.

What Yuuri did not appreciate -- and certainly did not expect (though he should have, given the circumstances) -- was the hordes of rabid fans and insatiable tabloid writers that practically crash the door and breathe down his neck every single morning since the first episode aired, and seemed to multiply exponentially by the week.

Chalk it up to very observant people to put two and two together, and your high-profile whirlwind love story is revived and retold again on almost every website and social media platform in existence. The side-by-side comparisons went up to eleven when the seventh episode featured the two leads kissing before the cheering stadium - just like how Viktor, his coach at that time, had kissed him at the Cup of China a mere three years earlier.

The fans became a lot more persistent that day, he recalled. Even the casual passers-by recognized them now. "Oh my god, it's so-and-so! From that show!" (Yuuri could not be bothered to recall the names of the characters.) Viktor eagerly responded to this by kissing him soundly on the lips in public - again.

As always, the Russian's attempts at getting him to watch the new episode together failed spectacularly that night.

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  Yuuri and Viktor were not the only ones whose lives have changed because of the show. Yurio, for one, started receiving hate mail from all sorts of fans - mostly fujoshi, from what he had gathered. Messages ranging from "damn Mudblood" to "inferior Valentin-wannabe", or colorful variations and combinations thereof, began filling the reigning World Champion's inbox at such an alarming rate, he'd actually changed his phone number and locked all his social media accounts by the time the fourth episode had aired.

("I don't even watch that shit," Yurio had lamented in frustration through a private Skype session. "And even I know that Mudblood's from a totally different fandom! What's wrong with these fucking people?!"

That's what you're worried about? Yuuri had been tempted to say out loud, but he'd kept his mouth shut. Maybe it was just the stress of the upcoming Grand Prix Final talking. The men's short program event was the next day, after all. Other than that, he'd completely sympathized with the angry blond.)

Fortunately, the messages stopped when the current episode aired half an hour ago. Yuuri knew at once when his ringtone for Yurio began playing from his pocket and Viktor tearfully joined him in the kitchen at the same time as soon as the livestream finished. "Let's have katsudon pirozhki tomorrow!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining brighter than usual. "To celebrate Julian finally befriending Yoichi!"

"Okay, Viten'ka," Yuuri shrugged, knowing better than to correct his husband on the in-universe pastry the show's tritragonist had just offered the main character. How they even knew about that event between Yurio and himself at Moscow was purely anyone's guess. ("This show is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real-life persons, places and events is purely coincidental," indeed.)

The phone's vibration gradually increased in intensity as the ringtone segued into the annoying screechy guitar part. (Yuuri never learned how to switch it back after Mila had fiddled with it back when they were in St. Petersburg.) "One moment." He fished out his phone and answered the call, expecting another loud tirade on why the hell he didn't pick up sooner. Instead, he heard heavy breathing over the line, seemingly accentuated by the static.

"... Finally..." Yurio started, his voice unnaturally subdued for someone supposed to be angry. "... They finally stopped..."

Yuuri knew where this was going. "Congratulations for holding out for so long, Yurio," he answered with all compassion. "Are you celebrating tonight?"

"After all that trouble? Of course I am!" The blond loudly harrumphed. "Beka and I are having katsudon pirozhki tonight!"

Viktor immediately snatched the phone from Yuuri's grasp. "Yurio! I didn't know you watched Glassheart, too! Isn't it wonderful?! Who's your favorite character besides Julian? Mine's Yoichi, of course!"

"HELL NO!" Yurio snapped. "Get off my case, old man! Go talk to Chulanont or something!"

Viktor nodded back excitedly, still on an all-time high post-episode rush. "I will! I'm handing you back to Yuuri now." He gave Yuuri the phone back, planting a kiss on his cheek before returning to the couch to call Phichit.

Yuuri put the phone back to his ear. "It's me again... Actually I'm also making katsudon pirozhki for lunch tomorrow. It's been so long; I have to prepare."

"Figured as much."

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  What Viktor usually meant by "call Phichit" was to open their Skype group for figure skaters who also liked Glassheart. (Yuuri made sure to remember the title now after much persuasion by his husband, lest he gets mobbed by his other friends online, too.) It was a video conference, as always. It didn't take long before the conversation went into full swing, so he played a selection of everyone's skating music from the last few seasons so he would not hear any spoilers.

The beginning lines of "Shall We Skate" was cut off momentarily as a chat bubble appeared on the home screen. It was from Phichit, Yuuri noted, as he pressed a button on his headset to resume the audio playback and lower the volume.

  phichit+chu: hi yuuri! long time no chat!! :))

Me: Hello, Phichit!

Me: It's only been a week, though?

phichit+chu: lol same thing

phichit+chu: so have u watched glassheart already??? :O

phichit+chu: its 3/4 done now, u got some serious catching up to do :)))

(Typing...)

Me: I haven't, sorry.

Me: Viktor's been asking me to watch it with him, too.

Me: I just can't seem to get into it as much as everyone else.

Me: I guess it hits a little too close to home for me.

  Yuuri stopped typing. It was evident Viktor immensely enjoyed the show, even more so because it was obviously based on their own real-life relationship. He'd been a fan since day one, tweeting his thoughts and reactions every week. Now a good nine episodes in, his follower count had shot up to the mid-hundred-thousands and counting. Fans of both the show and figure skating were very much excited to have the Living Legend (and real-life inspiration) on board, and soon he became known as the "Prince of the Fandom" - the King, of course, being the original author.

Many a fan had once asked if Yuuri watched Glassheart, too, seeing as he was the other significant person involved in the story. Viktor handled these questions himself since he knew the Japanese man did not like being associated with the show, albeit not as vehemently vocal about it as Yurio was. (That had almost become a total PR disaster, if not for Yakov's timely intervention with a total media blackout for the young Russian skater.) Yuuri himself chose to stay quiet about it as he went about his daily activities, avoiding requests for interviews and comments pertaining to the show. However, the increasing guilt for putting his husband through this situation in his place, combined with a genuine, slowly-piqued curiosity brought about by many, many messages from various fans, made him reconsider his stance on the matter.

Above all, he missed spending time with Viktor. Sex was one thing, but quality time like this rarely presented itself throughout their respective busy schedules. So maybe...  

  phichit+chu: awww thats a shame :((

(Typing...)

phichit+chu: its actually why i watch the show. it does so many things right. i love how it showcases a mature, healthy romance done right, just like ur love story with victor :')

phichit+chu: at least u would like the action scenes??? they remind u alot of figure skating

phichit+chu: guanghong likes the fighting and magic scenes actually. leo loves the ost

phichit+chu: sara and mila have a crush on the mc yoichi ehehe ;))

phichit+chu: dont tell them i told u tho

Me: Haha, don't worry, I won't. :)

phichit+chu: just give it a chance okay? u might like it :')

Me: I'm still not sure. Maybe if Viktor can effectively convince me. ;)

phichit+chu: listen to ur hubby, man ;)) listen to ur heart :))

  Phichit stopped responding after that. He must be active on the Skype conference now. Yuuri walked out to the living room, and could hear Phichit's boisterous laughter from Viktor's phone as they discussed the ending scene at the kingdom's harbor. Mila was now attempting to pry details out of her former rinkmate about what went down when they reunited after the Rostelecom Cup three years ago.

"No comment," Viktor answered, a secretive smile playing on his lips. "That's between me and Yuuri only."

"No fair, Vitya!" Mila cried foul. "You know he's never gonna spill! How will we make comparison notes now?"

Viktor hummed back amusedly. "Well, I'm not helping. Good luck with that, Mila."

Phichit and Leo also whined at this, while Guanghong tried to placate them. Sara merely laughed in the background.

Yuuri, too, was laughing softly.

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  It was several hours before the airing of the last episode when Yuuri surprised his husband over dinner. Viktor almost spit out his water when he asked if they could marathon the past eleven episodes while waiting for the finale.

"I guess I'm kind of interested now, with all the hype going on," he confessed, picking at a piece of meat with his chopsticks. "If you're not busy tonight, of course."

Viktor beamed at him, his eyes gleaming ecstatically. He would have hugged the bespectacled man right there and then, if it weren't for the table between them, so he settled for reaching out to clasp Yuuri's free hand, his wedding ring reflecting the white light hanging above them.

"I'll always have time, my Yuuri." Viktor smiled at him tenderly, the silver fringe over his left eye parting ever so slightly as he tilted his head. "I love spending time with you."

Yuuri closed his eyes, feeling somewhat absolved of whatever it was that had been weighing him down. He entwined his fingers between Viktor's, returning the smile with a fond one of his own before letting go. "We should hurry, Viten'ka. I don't want us to be late."

Viktor nodded and resumed eating. The couple finished their meal in silence, the excitement palpable between them, even as they put away the tableware and washed up for the night.

The laptop had already been set up when Yuuri came out to the living room, bringing with him a large blanket and two steaming cups of hot chocolate on a tray. (Not the bedroom, he'd insisted earlier. They might fall asleep.) Viktor clicked on a few icons before invitingly patting on the spot next to him. Yuuri places the tray on the low table next to the laptop, spreading the blanket to wrap around themselves with before joining his husband on the couch.

"I knew you'd come around eventually." Viktor nudged at his shoulder, winking playfully. "I've waited for so long, you know."

"Good things come to those who wait," Yuuri intoned, the old English adage rolling perfectly on his tongue. He leaned in and rested his head on his husband's shoulder. "Shall we?"

"Of course." Viktor tapped on the spacebar, and animated snowflakes began filling the screen.

The opening theme was captivating, the positive lyrics daring the listener to dream big and aim high. The instrumental parts and the repeating refrains were really catchy, and Yuuri caught himself humming along even after it ended. Viktor was humming along, too, albeit at a faster pace. Yuuri smiled; he loved hearing his husband sing.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration if Yuuri said the first episode blew him away. They did not hesitate to set the tone of the series with a healthy mix of fast-paced fight sequences, colorful spells and lightning-speed attacks (which, yes, did resemble figure skating spins and jumps a lot), all tied together by a dramatic narrative that tugged at the heartstrings and pooled tears in the eyes.

Yurio would have enjoyed this show, he thought. It's a shame all that stuff happened to the poor boy before he could even give the show a chance.

They were not kidding when they said Glassheart was totally (albeit loosely) based on his and Viktor's story. Watching the interactions between the leads Yoichi and Valentin, Yuuri could not help but wonder at how well the creators have captured their own dynamics as coach and skater back then, and adapted it perfectly to a medieval fantasy setting. He started daydreaming about icicles forming at his fingertips, easily manipulating their form into whatever he wished. He had been mentally sculpting a still image of Viktor and himself floating in the air when the fourth episode ended.

Viktor was now chuckling as his on-screen wizard incarnation drunkenly hit on the poor bespectacled mage a in the tavern, while said mage's friend gleefully cackled before a floating magic sphere. "And there goes Match Number 55," he explained. "I never really understood how notorious Phichit actually was about these things until this episode aired."

Yuuri responded with a curious hum. He knew better, having been the Thai's friend and rinkmate for longer. On another note, Viktor and the others have apparently been keeping track of the similarities between this show and real-life happenings. Yuuri declined the offer to read through Phichit's detailed masterpost on it later.

His heart soared when Yoichi managed to win his first match at the Wizards' Tournament, even attempting to cast Valentin's signature spell, the Glassheart. It was only for a short moment, a far cry from the powerful attack the legendary ice wizard had unleashed on the dragon in the first episode. Still, Valentin had been so happy and so proud, that he had kissed his protégé before the audience right there and then.

Beside him, Viktor was in tears again. He'd already stopped giving any form of commentary at this point, in favor of "feeling the feels," whatever that meant.

Yuuri sipped his drink slowly. He wished tonight would never end.

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  The final episode closed with a shot of Yoichi and Valentin standing on the bridge where they had first met, the former now also sporting the uniform of the Royal Wizard Regiment, a silver badge pinned on his breast. Both characters shared a tender kiss, before the screen panned up and faded out to the words, "ab hinc in aeternum" -- from here to eternity.

No sooner had the livestream cut off than Yuuri turned his attention to his husband, who was currently a beautiful, inelegant mess. It reminded him a lot of the time he'd inadvertently shattered his then-coach's heart into pieces by declaring his intentions to retire after the GPF in Barcelona. Though Yuuri's own heart had ached as much, he was glad they'd had that conversation at all. They'd both learned so much from it, and had grown stronger, as a result.

He put an arm around the sniffling Russian, running his hands up and down the latter's shoulder in a slow, reassuring motion. After several quiet minutes, Viktor reached his own right hand up to clasp his, their wedding rings bumping against each ther in their entwined fingers.

"Duo corda," he whispered, referring to the new spell the two leads had created by fusing their Glassheart spells at the last moment in order to defeat the final enemy. It was a beautiful yet destructive spiraling of two columns of living ice, which culminated in a giant arrow that pierced through the monster's impenetrable barrier and stabbed it right through the heart.

More like, "the power of love," actually, if Yuuri dared to have any say in it, but the hot tears brimming on his own eyes said otherwise. He did not expect this anime to make him laugh and cry as much as it had over the past four hours, but it did its job nonetheless and went way beyond that. (Then again, though, the Japanese skating legend was very much known for having a more fragile heart than most other glass-hearted figure skaters everywhere. Or, at least, Viktor had said so.)

So he settled for repeating Viktor's words, reciting from memory the broken Latin phrases that constituted the love song that constantly played during tender moments between the wizards in love. Somewhere along the moment, they had switched from somewhat-butchered Latin to a more-practiced Italian as they softly sang segments of Stammi Vicino in unison.

Yuuri looked up at his husband, poking his head out of the blanket. "Not going to post anything tonight?"

Viktor stopped humming, pursing his lips in mock-deep thought. "I'll do that tomorrow," he finally decided. "I have a lot of feelings to process."

"So you do," Yuuri agreed, observing the already-dried tracks of tears down the other man's cheeks. "What about Phichit and the others?"

"I turned off my phone, actually." Viktor laughed, holding up the dark gadget for his husband to see. "Tonight is Yuuri-time," he added with a flourish, gesturing as flashily as he could from a cramped space, almost dropping the phone in the process. Yuuri caught it just in time, a bubbling feeling of euphoria welling up from deep within his chest.

"If that's the case," he began, "then I have an idea."

Yuuri fumbled for his own phone, opening his barely-used Instagram app. He angled the camera to include an aesthetic shot of the powered-down laptop, the two empty cups of chocolate, and both their legs entangled together. Viktor buried his head into the crook of his neck upon reading the caption, holding the other man to himself tighter than ever.

"You're one sappy romantic, Yuuri Nikiforov," he commented, his shuddering breath as he exhaled tickling Yuuri's neck. "You never cease to surprise me."

Yuuri smiled proudly, bringing his husband closer and kissing him gently. "I learn from the best."

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yuuri-katsuki Ab hinc in aeternum. Loving you is an irreplaceable joy like no other.

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