#every day viktor looks more like jesus christ

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OH MY GODDDD

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the other five; part 2 [ five hargreeves x reader ]

okayyyy so it’s not my best work and i hope it is not too rushed or cheesy i have my best and i hope i didn’t crush y’all’s expectations 😭😭 writing this i literally gave no shit on the paradox psychosis, it’s also an AU where they did save the world, and not to mention again that everyone, including reader and five are around 32, basically the same age as the rest of the family

hope y’all still like it tho 🥹🥹🥹

part one

“I can’t believe how bad you suck at Scrabble in every single timeline, my love,” Five laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as you threw a wooden piece at him over the table, offended to say the least;

“I can’t believe what a piece of shit you are in every timeline!”

“Oh, she’s also a sore loser in every timeline!”

As you threw yet another wooden piece at the man before you, you couldn’t help but get infected with his contagious laugh and burst into giggles as well. Five was smiling from ear to ear, as he was heavily laughing, with a hand over his chest, as his other one was resting peacefully on top of yours on the table.

You were sitting on the rug, on each side of the coffee table in your living room. It was a peaceful Thursday night, and you didn’t really have anything planned. You worked all day, so you figured that a glass of wine and some chocolate to snack on while watching a movie would be a decent end of the day, but a couple knocks on your door changed that.

It had been a while since you met Five, a couple of weeks maybe. Nothing short of a miracle helped you save the world for good this time, but that’s a story for another time. Things were actually looking up for you, as the Hargreeves siblings were all safe in one piece, as well as your own parents. Viktor was visiting you in the States a lot more often, Allison, Klaus and Claire resumed their day to day lives, Luther was trying to reabilitate the old mansion for good this time and actually own it, Ben and Jennifer were happily together, as Diego and Lila were doing their best to save their marriage for the sake of their three children.

As for Five, last you heard he was still in the CIA, but that was about it.

The Five from your timeline, that was.

The Five standing in front of you, he was an entirely different story.

After he comforted you the day you and Five broke up, you tried to prioritize your interests and went back to help the family stop the apocalypse. In spite of how much you wanted to just lay in his arms until you went completely numb, you knew that if that’s where you were meant to be, you’d find your way back eventually.

And you did.

“Fuck me, that was draining,” You rubbed your face, falling onto the dusty leather couch with a loud thud, next to Allison.

“You’d think we would get the hang of it by now,” She sarcastically said, letting her head fall on your shoulder.

“If there’s a fifth apocalypse, let’s just let it happen,” Klaus suggested, as some of you couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“At least this one wasn’t Viktor’s fault,” Luther pointed out, making Viktor waive his arms;

“Excuse me?”

“I’m swear I’m gonna kill myself,” Ben rolled his eyes bored as ever. On the surface, that was.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?” Lila raised her brows at the man.

“Do it later, we literally just saved your sorry ass,” Five pointed out.

“And to think that after all this shit, on Monday I’m back to delivering packages…” Diego deeply sighed, as you all turned to judge him.

The nine of you were standing in the middle of the old mansion, trying to catch your breath after your hardest efforts yet to save the world. It was a mixture of everyone’s powers, a droplet of a miracle and lots of yelling around, but eventually you did it. You could finally breathe again and not worry that tomorrow may not come.

However, it didn’t mean that you weren’t suffering anymore. You tried your everything to keep your composure around the Five from your timeline and Lila, since apparently even Diego was willing to make amends. He loved his brother and his kids far too much, as well as his wife. He was willing to put it all behind, after all, you were given a second chance and he was not going to waste it.

“Am I going crazy or is that another Five?” Klaus pointed towards the main entrance to the living room, as your Five walked in with a slight smile across his lips and his hands in his pockets;

“I wouldn’t have bet my last two cents that you idiots would have actually managed to save the universe.”

“Asshole,” You giggled, getting up to run instantly into his arms.

Five was taken aback by your sudden excitement for a mere second, as he stumbled a step back, but not wasting another second to wrap his arms around your waist. He walked you back from the diner to the train station that would take you back to Five, and eventually back to your timeline a couple hours ago, but if you were to be honest it felt like forever since the last time you saw him. In spite of being literally yet not really the man who crushed your heart that day, you found such an intense comfort in him, it was stupid.

You were still grieving your old relationship, you were still heartbroken over what had happened. Six years with Five on your side were not that easy to get over, but this one truly helped you feel better. He was so thoughtful, so sweet and kind, yet sarcastic and sassy, he was totally your perfect match, which was insane since you thought that your ex-boyfriend of six years would be your soulmate.

“I hate you,” You declared, crossing your arms over your chest, “You have no business making fun of me- you’re like a hundred years old.”

“Don’t- Don’t go there and make it awkward,” Five instantly said, raising his hands in front of you, “You’re making me feel like a pervert.”

“As you should,” You lightly shrugged your shoulders, watching as he rolled his eyes playfully.

The two of you started spending a considerable amount of time together lately, as he managed to make himself comfortable in your timeline. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so happy, not only because he had lost his own Y/N, but he also hadn’t seen his siblings in such a long time. In his timeline, they didn’t manage to save themselves after Reggie reset the timeline at Hotel Oblivion, so getting his family back in a way was surreal to him as well.

Five felt alive again and it was all because of you.

All because he stumbled upon the love of his life that day in the subway system, the same woman who brought him back to his family. Maybe they weren’t actually the ones from his timeline, but they were his family nonetheless.

“Okay, one more round so I can shut your trash mouth again,” Five declared, straightening his jacket, as he leant over the table to rearrange the board.

“I can think of another way you can shut my trash mouth,” You smirked, leaning forward on the table as well, resting your weight on your elbows.

The two of you took things surprisingly slow. You couldn’t deny the instant connection, after all- you were a couple in every single timeline. But you couldn’t help the need to avoid the rush. Sure, you held hands sometimes and bump your knees under the table, or he would place wild strands of hair behind your ears and you would sometimes fix his tie for him. You also tended to share tight hugs that lasted maybe a second too long, or linger some touched here and there, but you neither of you ever had the courage to bring it up in a discussion.

You had never even kissed.

“My, my, is my little Y/N getting impatient?” Five mimicked your smirk, lightly grabbing your chin between his index and thumb.

One thing you knew for sure was that you didn’t have feelings anymore for your ex-boyfriend. There was no doubt about that. You just didn’t feel it would be wise to jump into another relationship so soon with his doppelgänger, but after these past few weeks you were so done waiting.

If there’s one thing you learned from saving the world one too many times it definitely was that you should not be wasting precious seconds.

“Aren’t you?” You asked, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out where he stood on all this.

“I’d wait for you decades, darling,” Five confessed, running his thumb across your bottom lip in a gentle manner.

He loved the feel of you, every square inch of your body- he couldn’t get enough of it. He would touch anywhere possible, he wanted to pepper kisses along every part of you, but he did mean every word he said. He did want to wait for you for as long as you needed until you were ready to be with him, truly.

“Promise?” You couldn’t help but wonder, as Five let go of your chin to put some fallen strands of hair behind your ears, “Would you actually wait for me?”

“It’s not even up for debate,” He nodded, getting up from the floor, straightening his three piece suit.

He offered you his hands, as he lifted you to your feet as well. You didn’t know exactly if your legs were numb because of how long you’d been sitting crisscrossed on the floor, or simply because the man before you made your knees weak with one smile, but you knew for certain that you never wanted this night to end.

Five cupped your cheeks in his hands, as you naturally rested your hands on his chest. You were so smitten by him, but in all fairness- how could you not be? He was doing everything right, giving you all the love he had and a bit more extra, while still being his true sassy self that you loved so much.

“Kiss me, please,” You whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes, feeling as you were slowly losing yourself into the moment.

Five smiled as he leaned in slowly to give your lips a light peck, as careful and attentive as possible. His long fingers found their way into your hair, as your own arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer. He took that as his cue to go in for a more passionate kiss, capturing your lips with his in just a matter of seconds, losing his whole being in that moment to wrap himself around your pinky finger.

Anything you wanted, he would go through the ends of the world to get it for you- and that was an understatement.

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Incoherent Post-Watching (like JUST finished watching) TUA S3 Thoughts, Go (Spoilers Ahead):

diego and viktor both looked great this season (i didn't understand you diego people before but yeah ok i get it now)

i miss old ben i really do :(

connected to the first two points: yeah sparrow ben is an asshole but HELLO JUSTIN MIN 👀

rip to over half the sparrows i guess???? i really thought based on the promo they'd all have bigger roles but i guess not

PLEASE LET FIVE REST. LET HIM HAVE A BREAKDOWN. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

legitimately can the universe stop making five suffer and even give him a day or so to process his trauma i don't know how much longer i can do this

five stans did win this season tho. drunk speech, every shenanigan, outfit changes, suit??? nice

luther and sloane. hm. i- ok. sure. maybe im just aro but that felt VERY rushed

luther and allison???? holy shit allison went dark this season that was messed up

also: damn. therapy won't make a fucking dent in anyone's issues here, it's official

klaus just being immortal. sounds about right

maybe i was just reading into it too much but why were characters having random tension

we're all agreed that lila is bi and she fucked stan's mom right

lila + diego being improvised parents was really cute actually, i liked that

OKAY back to the tension thing. were they trying to suggest that klaus and sparrow ben slept together after the wedding??? was that just robert and justin being themselves coming through??? what??

i mean ok klaus is already a canonical would-be clonefucker and sparrow ben never knew him before so Technically- nah im not going down that road. mostly

the whole 'party at the end of the world' vibe was nice. also the wedding. what a shitshow lmao

FUCK reginald hargreeves. dude is shit in every iteration five im so sorry why won't any of your siblings just listen to you

and alongside reggie's fucked up plans, this season was more gory than i was expecting it to be even though the injuries sustained were temporary

how do i cope with the ending. jesus christ. also why is sparrow ben there but not sloane

fjfjfkdkskd diego and sparrow ben yelling at each other in spanish and korean. i wanna know if that was improvised or not

allison and diego beating up people at a confederate bar <3

ok may add more thoughts later but it's past 6am now, i need sleep

(but just once more for emphasis: GIVE FIVE A FUCKING BREAK)

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I miss your umbrella fics! any chance you will write more in that series??

Oh wow thank yooooou! I'm so glad you enjoyed them. ♥️

I've got a stupid number of WsIP, actually, since my Big PlanTM was to write one section from each sib's perspective. But they're slow going, and part of me just wants to wait and see how season 3 shakes out now. Sooo... Probably? Maybe? Ish?

In the meantime, have a snippet of Tipsy Allison:

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“No,” Allison says, because this is serious. “See, way back before cars and TV we used to have this really concrete idea of adulthood, right? You can make kids, so you aren’t a kid. Ta-da: adult.”

“I think that definition probably takes the cake for false equivalencies,” Five says.

“No argument there. Still, it simplified things a lot. There was a clear line. These days it’s all abstract, and every generation’s idea of adult behavior is different, so.” She waves a hand at the room: there you are. “It’s a shitshow.”

“So how do I know if I’m growed up,” Klaus sighs, flopping over onto his stomach and rubbing his cheek against the carpet.

Diego nudges him with a foot. “Easy. You’re not.” 

“Hey. You fought crime in your spandex pajamas and lived in a gym, Dieeegoo, I’m not taking any judgments from you.”

“Dude, you were a cult leader. And they’re not fucking pajamas!”

Klaus rolls onto his side, hugging his blanket. “Sorry, sorry: leather daddy chic. We all know, big guy.”

“Can we not,” Viktor sighs.

“Jesus christ,” Five mutters from behind his couch pillow. He looks incongruously tiny in the hoodie.

“I feel like we’ve just proved a point here,” Luther says, and Five actually hoots: it’s a startling sound, from another life. He points at Luther. 

“Exactly,” he says, as though he isn’t proving it right along with them. 

“Anyway,” Allison says. The whiskey is a golden river in her veins. She might have the spins. That’s fine. The world keeps moving. The world does that, even when she wants to stop. Also fine. They’ve fucked up time twice now and it still doesn’t wait for them, nobody waits for them, they just slip away, or maybe it’s the rest of the world doing that, just sliding out from under them and away, she doesn’t know anymore. It’s totally fine. “Anyway. I think it means everyone has to figure it out for themselves.” She snorts. “Though I kind of wonder if we’re all going to be in our late fifties before we get there, guys.”

Viktor slithers bonelessly off the couch to become a heap of elbows and knees beside Allison’s head. “I mean, if we live that long, right? The way this year’s been going, I’m not sure I’d bet on that.”

“Oh you will,” Five says a little grimly. This shuts them all up for a second. 

Allison imagines her older-youngest brother skipping back and back and back, tweaking and twisting and correcting, getting weirder with every iteration. How many times has he had to have the same conversations with them, she wonders suddenly. Hopefully it’s different every time: if not, it’s depressing but utterly on point that Five can still manage to stick one entire bossy arrogant foot in his mouth in every attempt.  

“A corgi,” Allison says, thwacking Diego’s shoulder with the back of her hand.

Di makes a what face and then an aha face when he looks at Five, and out of nowhere giggles like he used to when they were little and writing bad words in permanent marker on Dad’s antique maps: yee-hee-hee-hee-snort. He must not like what he hears, because he shoves his knuckles into his mouth. 

Klaus lifts his head from the floor to stare, incredulous and delighted. Viktor utters a little hm? noise. He sprawls flat and rests his head in the space between Allison’s ear and shoulder: his hair tickles. Diego swallows more ridiculous giggles and snorts so loudly into his palm it sounds like a semi downshifting, and that’s it, Luther’s laughing now, so is Klaus, Viktor’s shoulders are shaking. Five shifts the pillow up, which doesn’t manage to hide his grin. 

It feels like taking something back. 

Fuck you, Dad, Allison thinks. You pitted us against each other and hurt us and taught us nothing but how to hurt other people and here we are anyway, messed-up and weird and together. I hope you can see it, bastard. I hope you see us, wherever you are, here in spite of you.

“So what’s your definition,” Viktor says into her shoulder. “Of adulthood, I mean. You must have one, you’re the only one of us who—who actually lived like one.”

Wow is that a generous interpretation of the shitshow that was her life after the Academy. 

“Nah, I just played one on TV,” Allison sighs. Diego mutters something that sounds like wasn’t gonna say it and Klaus kicks him in the thigh. Viktor pokes her in the side; Allison grabs the hand away. “Seriously, though, I didn’t. I got what I wanted the same way I always got it, and then I had other people to do the adult things for me. I didn’t really grow up until I had Cl…”

It should be funny, how that came full circle.

For a moment she can’t breathe.

“Allie,” Klaus murmurs.

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Death Stranding NPCs, Eastern Region Division

Nick Easton: What you’d call an ‘office go-getter.’ Didn’t just drink the company kool-aid, he’s got a fridge full of the stuff. Last summer held a ‘Pump Up Your Pride!’ party. He meant UCA Pride. No one who came to the party understood that. Everyone had a great time, except Nick, mostly because no one would take any of the BRIDGES hats he’d had especially embroidered by his sister in law. So, now he’s still got crates of these things in his office. Every time Sam shows up wearing his hat, he tries very hard not to choke up.

George Baton: Sam’s, like, 45% sure this guy has a lady in his basement.

Ludens Fan: Look, Sam is used to a little hero worship from the people he meets, even though he doesn’t get it. It could have been any of them getting dragged into the middle of this, and they might be doing it better. But it’s him, so he’s sort of had to get used to the starry-eyed looks and breathless praise of package quality. This blond up the slope goes SO FAR BEYOND THAT Sam honestly has a little panic attack every time he has to bring something to him. The praise goes on and on. It is endless. It is effortless. It is peppered with invitations to hang out and go over the Luden collection, invitations Sam always tries to turn down but Ludens fan is already full speed ahead, tripping over his words and...oh, Christ, is that drool? It would make more sense if he was huffing paint or something, but Sam is beginning to suspect he might just actually have cracked like a blond egg in the sun.

Ben Hancock: Sam’s favorite person in the entire eastern region. Doesn’t get giddy when he shows up. Treats him like just another porter doing his job. And when he leaves? “Bye, Sam.” And then he’s gone! Off to do more paperwork and wonder if he should grow that mustache again. It’s the best. Sam almost wants to ask him if he wants to hang out sometime, but he’s afraid he’ll ruin the non-relationship they already have.

Musician: Repeatedly calls Sam ‘Steve,’ and one time ‘Sara.’ Sam once told him that he liked Creedence Clearwater Revival and the Musician refused to come to the door for the next three weeks.

Jake Wind: Unlike other members of the flock, the Death Stranding did not weaken Jake’s belief in God. If anything, it strengthened it. Surely, somewhere beyond the beaches the merciful Lord is sitting on his throne, and just as surely, Sam is his instrument. Other things Jake Wind believes to be instruments of the lord: the wind turbines, hematic grenades, and his limited edition Star Wars toaster than burns Obi-Wan Kenobi into the toast, except one day he realized Obi-Wan kind of looked like Jesus and now it feels sacrilegious to eat the Obi-Jesus toast so he just leaves it on top of the fridge and cleans it every once in a while.

Viktor Frank: Figured out how to hack into his hologram image. Hasn’t worn pants in close to eight years.

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I was tagged by @qveenpascal​! Very much worth a follow. Now, without further ado...

dogs or cats? Dogs. I like cats, too, don’t get me wrong — but I love dogs’ chaotic joy.  youtube celebrities or normal celebrities? Normal celebrities, for sure. My Scorpio ass loves some hot gossip. They provide the best. if you could choose to live anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere I can comfortably afford rent. I love Boston, but Jesus Christ is it expensive to live here. disney or dreamworks? Disney. favourite childhood tv show? Rugrats. I named my goldfish after Spike. I used to race through dinner so I could watch it (until my mom caught on and put a stop to it.) the movie you are looking forward to in 2020? I don’t know if it’ll be out in 2020, but I want The Hating Game to be a movie SO BADLY. favourite book you read in 2019? Oh man. I read so many good books last year. I think it’d have to be Tuck Everlasting, which I just read for the first time. Truly haunting and hopeful and gorgeously-written. (Shout out, though, to Red White and Royal Blue.) marvel or dc? Marvel. if you chose marvel, favourite member of the x-men? I’ve always had a soft spot for Cyclops. night or day? I am a night owl but I prefer the morning. If I was a naturally early-riser, I’d be up at dawn every day to se the sun rise. favourite pokémon? SNORLAX. Obviously. Dude has his priorities straight. top 5 bands/artists? Right now it’s a lot of Jonas Brothers. Overall, though, I really love Snow Patrol, Billie Eilish, Panic at the Disco, and U2. top 10 books? The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafron, A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab, Circe by Madeline Miller, The Power by Naomi Alderman, Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel, Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty, Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling, and Exit West by Mohsin Hamid.  top 4 movies? Coraline, A Little Princess, Jaws, and The Godfather. us or europe? Okay, hear me out: the US. Yes, we are a political dumpster fire. BUT! In terms of just... natural beauty... I mean, I studied abroad in Europe for a semester and as I was flouncing from country to country, I realized I hadn’t even been to all 50 states. Our country is THAT BIG. That’s amazing! We have oceans, mountains, deserts, forests, Great Lakes, amber waves of grain... No, we do not have the history, architecture, or art of Europe. But I like us. tumblr or twitter? Tumblr. I like Twitter, too, but I can bear my heart more easily on here. favourite vacation destination? A three-way tie between N. California, Maine, and the white mountains of New Hampshire. (Sensing a theme here?) favourite youtuber? Sarah Schauer. I miss her Vines. I love her TikToks. I’m grateful for her Youtube channel. favourite author? It used to be Sherman Alexie, but now I think it might be Isabel Allende or Madeline Miller.  tea or coffee? Coffeeeeeee... I am 95% coffee at any given time. otp? You’re gonna have to give me a fandom. I love everyone loving each other. do you play an instrument/song? I can play “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” by Taylor Swift on the accordion (but that’s a story for another time.)

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Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationships:

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov

Characters:

Katsuki Yuuri

Yuri Plisetsky

Victor Nikiforov

Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice)

Katsuki Mari

Yakov Feltsman

Phichit Chulanont

Christophe Giacometti

Katsuki Toshiya

Katsuki Hiroko

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depersonification

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Character's Name Spelled as Viktor

Long-Haired Katsuki Yuuri

Language: English

“Katsudon, are you r- oh Jesus Christ.” With the demeanor and the force of an overbearing stage mom, Yurio licked his thumb and marched over to the vanity, brandishing the damp digit like some sort of magical weapon. Yuuri feared for a moment he was going to claw their eyes out. His frenzied scrubbing punctuated his words as if he were carving them into their skin. “You! Shouldn't! Wear! Eyeliner! You! Emotional! Fuck!”

Yuuri gulped as they examined their hair in the full-length mirror in Mari's room of Hasetsu Yu-Topia, mindlessly brushing out the ends even though it had been shiny and tangle-free long ago. They removed the pins that held it back from their face and changed to a side part. They'd been growing it out since their first gold a little over a year ago. It wasn't long enough yet to pull back into a ponytail, or a single braid, without everything falling out in strands around their cheeks - looking anything less than put together would be an insult to the flawless ensemble they knew Viktor would be sporting that afternoon.

"Mari-neesan, I don't look sloppy, right?” they mumbled, trying to arrange their bangs so that they cascaded attractively over their face without obscuring their eyes. Mari peered over their shoulder at their reflection for all of two seconds before returning her attention to the orange she was in the process of peeling.

“You look fine, Yuuri.”

No, no, no, that wasn't good enough. Something was off. They whipped off their glasses and dabbed some aloe on the little red spots on either side of their nose, hoping fifteen minutes was enough to even out their skin tone before Viktor saw them for the first time. Squinting, they turned back to the mirror. What could they do?

They pulled out their makeup kit, sky blue and printed with poodles, and fished around for the shimmery dusty rose eyeshadow they had used to hint modestly around their eyes. Perhaps they had been a little too subtle with the accent. They filled in just a little bit more and topped it off with a clean, thin black liner. No wings, this time. Phichit would be disappointed.

They left their glasses behind on Mari's vanity.

Everything had been so exciting and romantic up to this point. Their decision to buy the ring. The papers for a work visa Viktor had waiting after the Grand Prix banquet in Barcelona. Moving in. The mind-blowing sex. The process of planning and orchestrating everything wedding-related... Yuuri had felt so at home. They were finally starting to see a sense of direction in their life, a connection between work and love and home and friends that got them out of bed in the morning.

They'd spent the past year under blankets, snuggled together with Viktor, some new project coming to fruition on the laptop positioned between them: skate programs, travel bookings, the search for the perfect brand of dog food, color schemes for the decorations, birthday presents for Yurio... two and a half years ago they wouldn't have even believed they could achieve a life this good. Training with Viktor was vigorous and fast-paced and exciting; life with him was relaxed and comforting... and just as exciting.

But now, here, Yuuri was about to put on the biggest show for all of their friends and family - and they had only this one chance to pull it off. And Viktor wasn't there to help them prepare because "it's bad luck to see each other before it's time." They could feel the pressure of everything they had planned up until now bearing down on them, threatening to press all of the air from their lungs, dampening their bangs and the collar of their powder blue suit with sweat.

Mari set down her orange and hovered beside them with a towel.

“You'll be fine, I promise,” she soothed as they dabbed at their forehead. “and you don't even need to worry about impressing any of his family since...”

“Oi, neechan,” Yuuri chided with a dark laugh. The two had still never really approached the subject of the parents he never had or life in the orphanage. Yuuri still couldn't tell whether his silence on the subject was born from avoidance or acceptance.

“He has always had Yakov. And the team. And... well... us, now, I guess.”

Mari smiled wide with a gentle squeeze of her sibling's shoulders.

“Yuri,” she breathed, “you're marrying Viktor! The Viktor! The same Viktor we clipped from magazines and turned into a paper doll when we were kids! I have watched him make you happier than I've ever seen you, even before you'd met.” She thrust a handful of orange wedges into their hand and began adjusting their suit in tiny ways here and there as she spoke. “Here. Eat. Look. I told you when you came home that no matter what you did, I'd support you. So no matter what happens...”

Yuuri couldn't keep a hold on her words; the emotions welling up inside them were causing their pulse to pound, heavy and commanding, in their ears. She squeezed them tight with all the power of a sister's pride and they realized that maybe the black eyeliner had been a mistake. A brief glance in the mirror confirmed their suspicion; they yelped and shoved Mari back down into her chair.

“You idiot,” they cried, dabbing under their eyes at the little black streams that had started down their cheeks. “Oh my god, what if I don't even make it through the ceremony?”

Mari's expression of helplessness, her gaping mouth trying to find the correct words to soothe her sibling, was interrupted by the banging open of her bedroom door and Yuri Plisetsky's heavily-accented impatient drawl.

“Katsudon, are you r- oh Jesus Christ.” With the demeanor and the force of an overbearing stage mom, Yurio licked his thumb and marched over to the vanity, brandishing the damp digit like some sort of magical weapon. Yuuri feared for a moment he was going to claw their eyes out. His frenzied scrubbing punctuated his words as if he were carving them into their skin. “You! Shouldn't! Wear! Eyeliner! You! Emotional! Fuck!”

After a thorough baptism of slick makeup remover on scratchy cotton pads, Yurio deployed his quickest makeup skills, pulling out cosmetics Yuuri was sure hadn't even come from their own collection and working with swift precision. The way he held the brushes he wasn't using between his teeth would have made Yuuri cringe any other day, but then again, he'd already smeared their face with his spit. And mostly, they just wanted to look their best. Primer, eyeshadow, clear mascara, powder, setting spray. It all took two minutes, max. The young Russian scratched at his newly-clipped hair and leaned back to admire his handiwork.

“Hell, you almost look presentable,” he grumbled. “Ready to go get married?”

The wedding party was assembled at the entrance of the inn. As Mari and Yurio ushered them in, Yuuri just barely caught a glimpse of charcoal suit and silver hair being led away by Phichit and Chris. In the lounge, their parents and Yakov were deep in discussion – or rather, their parents were deep in discussion while a rather unamused and overwhelmed Yakov sipped his drink. When he caught sight of Yuuri, his face – if it was even possible – lit up. He sprang – if it was even possible – to his feet and caught them in the crook of his arm.

“Katsuki,” he growled. “You look... Ah. Viktor will...” He pressed his lips into a thin line, jaw set in its usual stern scowl but eyes soft and pleading. Yuuri laughed and thew their arms around the old man.

“I'm so happy you agreed to be here for Vitya,” they sighed. Yakov flashed a rare smile.

“You've stolen my best student from me. His scores are shit because of you. But I would not trade you for ten more seasons of gold medals. He chuckled. “I am not heartless. Желаю вам обоим море счастья.”

“My Yuuri! Move, oh my god, move! Yuuri!” An onslaught of flashes from a camera phone announced Phichit's return; the Thai skater slammed into Yuuri hard enough to knock them off-balance before cupping their face in his hands and kissing their forehead. “You look absolutely stunning!” He continued to fawn over them as he pulled them back into the lounge. He cornered them behind a menu board and craned his neck in the direction of the banquet room down the hall. “We're starting the procession! Once Viktor goes in your dad will come get you, okay? Breathe! You're going to do great! You are beautiful and Yuuri? Viktor. Is. Beautiful. You two are going to have beautiful, amazing, disgusting sex tonight and every night for the rest of your life, and if you need moral support at any point today you just reach back and squeeze my hand, okay? Okay! I have to get ready!”

Phichit disappeared beyond the menu board and, for the first time that day, Yuuri was alone. His frantic energy was resonating through them like the lingering tones of a bell; it was happening. Now. It hit them that Viktor – The Viktor was theirs today, now, and for the rest of their life. They heard the processional through the walls and went boneless. The overture from The Marriage of Figaro seemed to go on for hours. Yuuri dabbed one more time around their neck with their sleeve.

When Toshiya appeared around the corner, Yuuri's insides went cold.

Here it goes.

Mom and Dad on either side of them were both whispering their love and support as they slid open the door to the banquet room.

And there he was.

Forget the guests, the wedding party, everyone arranged in front of them with heads and shoulders twisted around in their seats to see their entrance. Nevermind Minako's and Yuuko's bawling, the collective gasp as they walked in, the enamored stares from their fellow competitors all grouped together on one side.

All they saw was him.

Viktor – his slender frame perfectly filling out his Armani suit, his eyes sparkling with tears – was waiting for them, blushing cheeks visible even beneath the trembling hands steepled over his face. Their groom... their husband. With every step Yuuri felt the room melt away around them, until nothing else existed outside of the soon-to-be spouses. They couldn't even dare themselves to blink; no way could they miss a single moment of Viktor's face.

And then they were at level with him. Standing right next to him – right in front of him, looking up into the cloudless skies in their lover's eyes. Viktor heaved a heavy, shuddering breath and raked his fingers through his hair.

“Yuuri,” he gasped.

“Hi,” they breathed.

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how to tell Popular But Bad fics from Popular Yet Good ones

This is part one of my You People Are Tasteless thesis. Some fandoms possess less taste than others--for example: there isn’t ONE good fic on the first page of kudos-sorted YOI AO3 page, not one, especially not the one containing the phrase, “Victor’s azure-hued eyes,” in the fucking summary.

The kinds of stories that earn many kudos are usually long, tagged to smithereens, and follow some popular trope or another. The favored tropes of the YOI fandom are the most egregious, because it’s fucking Soulmates, and Jesus fucking Christ I haven’t been twelve for a fucking long time but most of the people in this fandom sure have. When it’s a Soulmates fic, chances of the story being readable drops from .1% off a cliff into the deep sea, because in most of these romances that we love to read over and over, the main tension is that we don’t know exactly how the characters feel about each other. Soulmates fics take away the uncertainty and replace it with bullshit made-up angst all the while assuring us that these characters 1) really love each other 2) cannot love anyone else more than they love each other and 3) That your personality doesn’t require extensive surgery because somewhere out there, your True Love is waiting for you.

ANYWAY. The first Actually Pretty Good story on the kudos-sorted list comes in somewhere at No. 20-30, so clearly fandom is not completely without good taste. But how is this fic different from the rest? How can your poor, average fangirl tell in the least amount of time what piece of staggeringly cringe worthy writing to back button on before she has already spent >5 minutes on it and gotten irrationally pissed off? This gets especially difficult to do when the fics boast reasonable grammar and competent use of language, or if the summaries are just cryptic one-liner deals like “He wakes up” or some shit like that. Well for me, I look for signs of immaturity.

Let’s take a 900-kudos YOI fic that shall go unnamed as an example. One, it’s not popular enough that y’all are going to recognize it by a few sentences. Two, it’s a rather perfect specimen found in the wild, immature in both writing style and fantasies.

Now, the first sentence (and paragraph) is:

Yuuri regrets every decision he’s ever made leading up to this point.

That is the most generic shit I’ve ever read, but it’s pretty immature too, because this writer--painfully, obviously--hasn’t found their voice yet. You see this kind of writing online and on Tumblr a lot, in different permutations, projecting a sort of long suffering attitude while complaining about the vagaries of life, though this incarnation, I must say, is among the weakest. Just look at that sentence. It stands alone as the first paragraph, so clearly it’s very proud of itself, but some sentiment so vague and banal can’t possibly be a good enough hook, much less one that deserves so much emphasis. Also half of it is redundant: Does “every decision he’s ever made” really need “leading up to this point”? That’s just clunky and desperate for attention.

So two things here are aped from the general online language and culture--the words, and the sentiment. Normally, I think stealing is fine, great, fantastic, but this theft feels worse because it’s insincere. It’s not meant to express something authentic from the writer, using borrowed shorthand; this is the writer trying to wear others’ emotions and thoughts and fitting badly into the cut. Need more proof? This is paragraph 2 & 3:

He’s currently sprinting through a thick jungle, dodging phaser blasts and trying not to think about how much of his bare skin is brushing against alien plants of unknown toxicity levels. The thick waxy leaves of the trees cling to him, suffocating, until Yuuri wrenches away from their grasp and almost directly into the path of a phaser blast. He’s sweaty and tired and he just wants to go back to the ship, where he’s supposed to be, supervising the crew and conducting science experiments. Not running for his life on an unexplored planet, pursued by a large group of heavily armed Galra.  

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a typical day at work.

and....SPLAT. Look at how the serviceable-to-competent and rhythmic action/exposition sequence is ruined by a cheap follow-up. God, it’s all so bad. We have another one-sentence paragraph with some equally trite and unnecessary bit of attitude flouting about Yuuri’s ~exciting but dangerous~ job, which imo was done better when Danny Glover did it in his movies and said, immortally, I’m too old for this shit. So are we, Danny, so are we. 

P.S. I’ve done the actual homework of venturing to read more of this 900-kudos exercise, and surprise, it’s still painfully immature. So in this fic, Yuuri and Viktor have an existing work relationship with shades of mystery to it, but the original How They Met story is handled immediately after the first scene in an extended flashback, because any sort of tension is for losers. It’s explained that Yuuri and Viktor fell for each other from the very first, each impressed by the other’s abilities and intelligence and gusto and Jesus Christ, what fucking horseshit is this. Look at the insecurities it takes not to allow Yuuri and Viktor to have some ambiguity in their relationship, to make sure that they fell for each other On Sight and for the Right Reasons, both professionals at the top of their game, not one less deserving of the other. The hallmark of immature writing is here, isn’t it, in the fact that the predominant sense of insecurity belongs to the writers, not the characters.

[minnamarie1983-blog]

Quotes for Monday June 5,2017

Blessings quotes The decision to give ourselves to others is a daily taking up of the cross.  Charles Swindoll, Day by Day  You can either be angry for what you don't have or thankful for what you do have. Do your best and God will do the rest.   Nick Vujicic Things, like diamonds, that – in the grand scheme of life – are nice, but really don’t matter and bring neither blessing – nor God’s best – to my life.  Gwen Smith Not only will gratitude make you happier, but it will make the world you live in a better place. Claire Shannon, Gratitude: Feel Grateful Today and Every Day -- Famous Christian quotes Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. ~ Soren Kierkegaard, Theologian Wherever you are, be all there. ~ Jim Elliot, Christian Missionary  If you are a Christian, you are not a citizen of this world trying to get to heaven; you are a citizen of heaven making your way through this world. ~ Dr. Vance Havner, Preacher What Christ does in us and through us will always be 'exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or think.'" Quotes about Jesus Christ "You are God’s child. His creation. Destined for heaven. You are a part of his family." Heaven Quotes "No one can pray and worry at the same time. When we worry, we aren't praying. When we pray, we aren't worrying."  Prayer Quotes "Jesus tends to His people individually. He personally sees to our needs. We all receive Jesus' touch. We experience His care." -- Goal quotes Your goal should be just out of reach, but not out of sight.Denis Waitley and Remi Witt I am always more interested in what I am about to do than what I have already done.Rachel Carson Purpose is what gives life a meaning.C. H. Parkhurst The significance of a man is not in what he attains but in what he longs to attain.Kahlil Gibran In all things that you do, consider the end. Solon Life can be pulled by goals just as surely as it can be pushed by drives. Viktor Frankl -- Hope quotes Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again. -Anne Frank Every time you stand up for an ideal, you send forth a tiny ripple of hope. -Robert Kennedy Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. -Albert Einstein Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible. -Helen Keller We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. -Martin Luther King, Jr. -- Knowlege quotes Knowledge is a process of piling up facts; wisdom lies in their simplification.--Martin H. Fischer Knowledge is gained by learning; trust by doubt; skill by practice; and love by love.--Thomas Szasz Not to know is bad, not to wish to know is worse.--Nigerian Proverb Not to know is the beginning of wisdom.--Krishnamurti -- Memories quotes The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels:  it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. -Salvador Dali Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.  Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going. -Tennessee Williams Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream. -Khalil Gibran There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery. -Dante

[askvicktuuri-blog]

YOI Model AU Pt 4

He was hot, and not in the kind of way that felt good or meant he looked amazing, but rather the awful sticky and sweaty kind of hot that only ever happened after a night of very energized sex or the beginnings of a terrible withdrawal before another rush.

Sometimes he hated himself more than usual. This was one of those times. It really didn’t help that he’d been made aware of how hot he was due to the very constant thuds at his door that had woken him up from his deep sleep. He tried to rummage in the foggy abyss of his mind what day it was and how his schedule was doing. He knew there hadn’t been a legitimate day off for him since he was a teenager, but even so at his current age he wished he could just disappear from the Earth and go to a far away galaxy that existed only for him “Viktor, aren’t you going to answer that?"

His reverie was broken and he came crashing back to Earth with an irritated sigh, "Well, I can’t very well do that with your tentacle limbs wrapped around me, now can I?” Came his snarky reply as he tried to peel his nude body away from the only other person in an overly large ornate room.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I see. You weren’t exactly protesting being wrapped around me last night."

The thinly framed male gave a roll of his eyes as he broke loose of the hot embrace, "Yeah well, that was last night, and this is now. Besides, you could have called me by the wrong name and I wouldn’t have protested last night.” Viktor muttered as he made his way through the darkness of his room to open the door.

The tall male didn’t hold back his glare as the door was swung open and the person on the other end welcomed themselves into his chambers, “Time to haul ass, Nikiforov!” came a loud shout before curtains began being opened and groaning could be heard from both ends of the room.

“Can you not fucking shout?” was all Viktor could reply with as he tried to cover his eyes from the breaching sunlight.

“You apparently have a fucking hearing problem, so shouting is the only way to get my point across.” the tart reply was expected, but a part of Viktor still felt very hurt at the implication of the words tossed at him. “Now, Christophe, either go the fuck home or get the fuck outta bed, you god damn freeloader – And Viktor, get your ass into the fucking bathroom, you reek of alcohol.” The young male continued to chide, “We’re already an hour late to your first appointment of the day and the agency has been on my ass about getting you to actually do your job properly."

"Yurio, why are you so mean!"

"Shut up you freeloader!"

Viktor looked at his younger brother and couldn’t help wonder when his hair had gotten so long when he’d grown up to be about as tall as himself and– "Jesus fucking Christ, can you stop being such an exhibitionist and get fucking dressed or something?"

It dawned on Viktor he was still naked and he could only chuckle as he waved his scowling sibling goodbye before disappearing into another room that held his for-every-day-use closet and the entrance to his bathroom. "You should really cut him some slack, Yuri.” The green-eyed male whispered as he watched Viktor disappear.

“You’re the last person I want to hear that from Giacometti. You do realize he’s just using you right? And that you’re giving him everything he wants, ultimately ruining him even further?!” Yurio Plitsetsky was very much like his older brother in the sense that they both said what they wanted to whenever, no filter.

“I know what I am to Viktor. I can’t allow myself to forget.” or else I might actually fall for him. “He’s good at what he does, but someone has to keep an eye on him when you’re not able to.” the blond grinned, sending the other male a brief wink before finding his briefs and clothes to prepare getting dressed. “Also, is breakfast served already?"

"If you wanted a bed and breakfast you should have stayed at a hotel!"

More concept writing! I think for my next piece I’ll try drawing some Yuuri.