#I want to punch the fonts but my handwriting is ASS

[nicothecowboy]

“ Natalie, is my daughter happy?”

please read natural habitats,…, I love it so dearly.

[oh-look-isa-weeb]

Wait a Minute 1

Yuri Plisetsky

A soulmate AU where your soulmate's name is written on your wrist in their native tongue - and you were born with a line of cyrillic.

Notes: Another soulmate AU!! I decided to write this on a whim because I'm a sucker for Yuri and soulmate AUs. My requests are still open for KnY, Haikyuu!! and Daiya, but I'm not confident enough with YoI to take requests yet, this was just self-indulgent. Regardless, I hope this came out okay, and send any other requests you have!

Important info on this AU: Each person has a name on their wrist in their soulmate's first or native language. It's initially a typewritten font, but when your soulmate touches it, it changes to their handwriting. Until this change happens, you'll feel a brief, sharp sting on your wrist alerting you to their presence each time you meet.

Edit: Part 2 is now up! You can find it here!

Warnings: Some swearing

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Ah yes. Moscow. Where the temperature kicks your ass even though it's not winter anymore (or so the locals say, in their damned singlets and shorts), and half the people you pass seem like they could kick your ass too. You just wanted to come here to represent your country, play your beloved sport, and Not Die. Oh, and your soulmate might be here. Yeah, Russia's huge. But at least you have a better chance of meeting your Russian soulmate in Russia than somewhere else in the world, right? 

The plain black "Юрий Плисецкий" on your wrist stares back at you, almost mocking. The directory in front of you, covered in similar symbols, does the same. You were lost in a mall in Moscow, fifteen minutes to the end of your lunch break, and if you didn't start warm-ups on time, your coach was gonna have your head. And your legs. Suicide drills do not make for a very pleasant dessert.  You’re gonna have to claw your way outta here somehow.

And after going in at least three circles (yes, three) and taking a gazillion thousand million wrong turns, you make it out of the mall, your destination in the distance. You have five minutes, so you should be fine. You hasten your steps, and as you pass a small street, you… crash into someone? 

“HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!” You yell at the figure. He pulls his hood back with a snarl

“HAAAAAA? YOU WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU’RE GO- OW!” 

Just as he said that, you felt a sharp sting across your wrist, and then it was gone as quickly as it came, leaving the two of you clutching your wrists. You recovered first.

"You have got to be kidding me! Of all the damn-"

"Wow, thanks, it's good to know my own soulmate already hates me!" He made to leave, but you pulled him back by the hood, sighing.

"I don't hate you, damnit, I hate the universe and your god-awful, absolutely inconvenient fucking timing. My coach is going to skin me alive if I'm late and I have… Fuck." Your phone indicated you had three minutes left, and you sure as hell couldn't make it unless you sprinted the whole way.

"Wait, what time is it?" You shoved your phone at him and he spat something in a foreign language. Probably a curse. A split-second passes before he reaches into his pocket and fumbles with his phone for a bit before shoving it at you. It’s been opened to a new contact page. You quickly punch in your name and phone number, and then scramble to pass him your phone so he can do the same. 

“You’re not from Russia, are you?” He starts. You shake your head.

“How long are you staying?” “Five days or so.” You’re both circling the topic of the mark-changing. It’s a small gesture, but many soulmates treat it as a milestone, and opt to do it in a more romantic setting. The busy streets of Moscow are not very romantic and you’re both juggling this new revelation along with the thought of your respective coaches’ wraths. 

“I can. Text you. Or something. Later. Unless you wanna do this now,” he blurts, waving his hands around helplessly.

“Uh, yeah! Okay, I think I can find a free day to meet you, or something. I might not text back until really late though. Yeah.” Not your most eloquent response, but hey.

He half-nods, giving you an expression somewhat resembling a smile, and pulls his hood back up, jogging away. You start sprinting as fast as you can, weaving dangerously between people who are probably giving you nasty looks.

For the record, you are one minute late.

[emptysighs66x]

I periodically go through my high school dated composition notebooks that I used to write my stories in looking for notes, or planning, or bits of writing that I never fully finished.

Today, I found a few things:

A card that my best friend made me forever ago and I still laughed my ass off as hard as I did when he originally made it for me.

A bunch of writing I had blacked out with a sharpie because it was journal entries or poems I wrote for my ex; I didn't want to cause a PTSD flashback I guess, but I wish I hadn't of used a sharpie to black them out. It bled through the other page. I don't remember how long ago I blacked them out.

Stupid things my younger sister wrote in the corners when I wasn't paying attention. She knew I wrote slash fanfics, but never read them, so one of them reads, "When u suck dik and cry cause u gey." She's a gem. She also wrote "(Her name) was here" and the date on the front of the one from my junior year.

Also, the pen line going up one page because she once punched me in the back of the head and I blacked out for like 5 seconds. While we fought about that at the time, we make jokes about it now.

Diagrams and drawings for things going on in my head when I was writing a particular story. There were layouts for houses, maps of fictional places, etc. The level of detail I had back then was insane.

That all being said, I'm not sure when I switched from writing my drafts in notebooks to writing strictly on my computer, but I assume it was during college. I guess between writing essays, working, and trying to keep up my online writing presence, I stopped having time to do thing the old fashioned way with a pen and paper. I do still keep pretty heavy notations on what I'm working on though. I mean, the planning for my current fic alone is about 14 pages of material, all typed in a size 12 font and separated by size 14 headers.

At least when I look back on the planning for this story in about 5 years, I won't have to worry about reading my own micro-sized, curvy handwriting to figure out what the hell I meant.