#i have more but you said three so these are the first three i thouht of

[taniahylian]

Marta and the three Fates

Spoiler warning for chapter 7! Last chance to get out of here and come back after you finish it.

Alright, so this time I want to talk about this mysterious person called Marta, who was residing on the Island of Aperion, had the same appearence and voice as Bessmert and, to top it all up, was also blind. To me, these all indicate they are the same person, so I was very intrigued, and honestly, with good reason.

First off, let's look at what Marta says just before the storm, after Vertin asks her what she'll do. Note that Marta was in the safe zone with everyone else before Vertin said anything, and only then did she ask 6 for advice.

What's even more puzzling however, is 6's answer.

At first glance one might think 6 is simply telling her to decide for herself, but honestly I think it's a lot more complicated than that and 6 knows something we don't. Why is she calling Marta "fate"? Does it have something to do with her soul number and its meaning? Does 6 have that information? But also... could these be an allegory to Greek folklore? This chapter is full of those anyways.

Then I remembered the myth of the Three Fates. Basically, in Greek Mythology, there's three women who decided the life, destiny and death of every living person, and I think each has a counterpart in the game.

The first Fate is called the "Spinner", often represented with a loom or spinning wheel, who is the one who waves the threads of ppl's lives, basically deciding who is blessed by destiny and who is doomed. This imo is Vertin. Not only does she have the spinning wheel with ppl's lives represented by threads, but she's basically deciding their fate when she invites them into the suitcase, therefore saving them from the storm.

The second Fate is the "Allotter", who measures ppl's lives and decides how long they'll live. I think, based on 6's comment, this is Marta. Also, in my interpretation at least, this seems to be the most neutral of the Fates; simply measuring the threads without actually interfering with their trials and tribulacions, or the way they'd die. This would fit in with Bessmert, if we assume she and Marta are the same person, as she is a historian that simply records past events without interfering one way or another.

The third Fate is the "Inevitable", aka death. She cuts the thread of life and choses the way ppl will die, regardless of their age, status or anything else. Imo this is Arcana, since by accelerating the storms, she's basically cutting ppl's lives short and deciding how they'll die.

Now, of course, in chapter 7 Arcana "died". I don't believe this for one second, and I also don't think Marta was disolved in the storm. The first point is obvious; Arcana wanted to die, meaning she probably had some ulterior motive/plan we're not yet aware of.

As for Marta... what 6 said is very suspicious, and given what happened, we are led to believe Marta chose to be reversed. However, if you have read my theory about Bessmert, I think she's likely immune to the Storm, much like Vertin. So... where did she go then? We saw her be reversed, didn't we? Not exactly. Let me explain.

During the prologue, Vertin finds Regulus in London and pushes her into the suitcase right before the storm. We then get a short animated scene from Regulus' POV when the storm happens, and it seems like everything around them disappears and they find themselves in Chicago, 1929.

But wait... Chicago? Weren't they in London? Yes. The storm transported them, not only through time, but also space, exactly to the epicenter of the next storm. Now, at first I thouht this was just a visual representation with some artistic license, but then when they finally get out of the suitcase, Sonetto mentions they're only two blocks away from their target and they can go there by bus, which would be impossible if they were still in London.

So yes, I think this is what happened with Marta; she got transported to the epicenter of the next storm, and we will probably see her as Bessmert/The friend from afar in the future, wether in the main story or another event.

And, just one last thing to conclude my speculations about Marta/Bessmert: I really think she's the Biographer Urd.

He adds he doesn't know much more cuz the memories of 1999 are blurred, like everyone else's. However, we know that the biographer Urd published her travel note about Aperion in 1999, and we also know "The Friend from Afar" traveled to the Balkan peninsula before the storm in 1996, which gives me yet another reason to think they're the same person, which would explain the "unique" soul number (She's vertin's mother).

However, we also know Marta hasn't been in Aperion for much longer than Vertin (probably since after the storm in 1966). I think she likely decided to go back to Aperion to reseach more about the cave, but no one remembered her because the last time she was there was in 1999.

But anyways, what do you think? Thanks for reading my crazy theory! I guess time will tell if I was correct or not XD.

[babytarttdoodoo]

you said in your post about Roy/Jamie after canon that you have thouhts on Jamie's career soo....? Care to share? ;)

Ahaha when I tell you I've thought more about football in the last month than I have since I was 7 because of this.

Alrighty, usual disclaimers of not being an expert apply. You can read the Roy/Jamie post referenced here.

Jamie ends the series aged 25 (allowing for a bit of tv timey-wimey-ness) and has played two full seasons at Richmond. I believe he'd stay for at least two more and start considering outside offers at 27.

He'd want to stay in London or at least fairly close. Jamie will definitely not want to lose out on seeing the lads regularly and, of course, he wants to be with Roy. (All of the players who were at Richmond under Ted's tenure are going to be dedicated to remaining Friends For Life lbh. Transfers be damned.)

Chelsea is the obvious choice. If nothing else, Roy's name still carries a lot of respect there and he probably remained in touch with people at the club. Either they can discreetly let one or two in on their relationship, or Roy can at least keep tabs on Jamie professionally.

They're also a big, successful club that has the resources to develop Jamie even further as a player.

(His first game playing against Richmond is the most fun he's had on a pitch in years. They all try being pricks to him and are Bad at it.)

So, he gives Chelsea four seasons. Then his contract is up for negotiation and he gets a huge offer from a European club - I'm leaning towards Barcelona.

He's very torn about taking the offer but the fact his life didn't come crumbling down after leaving Richmond helps give him the confidence to go for it. Also, with Champions League fixtures, he will still be crossing paths with Roy and his friends during the season. He's 31 now and isn't sure if he'll get that kind of offer again.

Roy does not want him to go. He also does not want to hold him back. This is one of the roughest times in their relationship.

Jamie is playing phenomenally but the homesickness takes a toll. He's living between countries season to season, even a small time difference makes communication with Roy and his mum difficult, and returning to train with the England team every year drives home how much he misses the pitches he's known most of his life.

He makes a transfer request after the 2030 World Cup.

Jamie has always intended to retire at 35, before his body makes the decision for him. And he wants to finish his career at Nelson Road.

(I realise this is earlier than he would realistically have to without serious injury. I also think at this point Jamie is very secure in his worth outside of football and has seen too many players - including Roy - lose their love of the game to pain and resentment.)

In the end, he plays three more seasons with Richmond because he just can't resist it. Aged 36, he announces he will be hanging up his boots and walks away a legend.

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

“IM TOO HOT (HOT NIPS)”

Summary: Endeavor (and his bara tiddies) devise a nefarious plan to get ALL MIGHT-SENPAI to notice them

Notes: i was talking to @anemiaman about this art i saw of shirtless endeavor with smoke coming off his nips and decided to write a fic where every line about endeavor mentions his Cursed Tits in some way so now its here,, , it sfuckin here,,, 

*****************************************************************************************************endeveor rubbed his smoking nipples whiel cakcling evilly from behind the doorway. “my archenesis, that hot piece of ass ALL MIGHT-SENPAI, will HAVe to notice me now!” he cried triumphantly and hornily, his burning boobies heaving in excitement. “for i have hideen myself so cleverly behind this dor, and then i will EVEN CLEVERERLY pop out from BEHIND it and KILL hiM! i am almost as smart a rick and mroty fan! BWAWHAHHAHA !111!!!”

for years and years endevor had wanted to surprass all might and yet no matter how much pec flexing endevor did, his tits were never as rack-tastic as all mights so the only thing 2 do was to fuckin kill him and claim his tits as his own. that was wat endeovr was planning to do. 

someone came thru the door (then came on his tits ;)))) so endevor got slammed against the wall. His massive stripper tiddies protected him from dyying cuz those tits were #2 thicc 2 quit.

the people who came thru the door were peasant michael and azawa and they were talking about things. endevor leaned forward so he could here them and the weight of his massive meaty man-tits almost slammed him thru the ground but he didnt.

“HOLY MCFUCKIGN BALLS IN MY MOUTH SHOUTA-CHAN!!11” mic shrieked arousedly. “ARE U HYPE AF FOR THIS WEKEND??!??”

“no”

“AWWWW CMONNNNNnNnn” mic whined seductively. “ITS ALL MIGHTS SUPER SWEET 69TH BIRTHDAY PARTY!”

endevoers ears and also nips perked up. ALL MIGHT-SENPAI was having a birthday party,,,,  and ditnt even inivte him!??? tears rollled down endveors gigantic gazoombas and sizzled on his hot nips. what kind of archenemisis DID something like that???!?! endevors dick swelled infuriatedely and angery smoke started steaming from his nipples. he almost burnt the dor and murdeered everhone but he decided to hide and listen so he culd heer more about hte party so he wispered to his boobers to calm down.

“be strong my chidlren” he whispered as he tenderly cupped his own tits. “be strong for daddy”

mic wizowscki and aizawa were stil talking.

“I SURE AM EXCITED TO GO TO ALL MIGHTS BIRTHDAY PARTY AT HIS EXACT ADDRESS 666 BIG BOOTY BOULEVARD TOMORROW AT 4;20 AM” mic yelled happily

izawa was bitterly smoking a vape and shaking his head. three ded flies fell out of his hair. “mic what did i tell u about toshi” aizawa said annoyedly.

“YOU SAID HES A 5 DOLLAR THOTTIE”

“and wat did i tell u about thotties?”

mic hung his hed in shame. “WE AINT LOV NO THOTTIES “

“YOURE DAMN STRAIGHT WE DONT” aizawa cried, slapping mics flat ass. “i dont WANT to go to his slut party. hes probly gonna whore it up like usual in his sexy little outfit,,,, with thsoe ten pound hands,, and those chiseled ass cheeks,,,, ungnngfff thicc,,,,”

mic and aizawa were silent for a minute in appreiceation of toshis thiccness. endevor couldnt keep a slight moan from slipping thru his stupid bitch mouth at the thought of ALL MIGHT SENPAIs big beefy man hands on his hot and tender milk sacks and he got CAUGHT!!11!

“ENDEOVOR!!!?? WAH T TEH FUCK ARE U DOING HERE” mic yelled confusedly.

“yeah you guy fieriy looking-ass motherfukcer this is a school not a fuckboy convention” aizawa snrarled.

“WE AINT LOV NO THOTTIES BITCH” mic added yellingly, crossing his arms.

aizawa crossed his arms 2 but in a pentagram bc hes goffik. “get out of here b4 we lay down the smak on ur ass and not even int the kinky way”

endeover did not want the smak on his ass in a non kinky way so he slunk away with his tits pressed to the ground seemingly in defeat, but with a plan festering awaey in his sick and twisted little mind.

the next dey was the party. every1 was gettin turnt, especialy all might who had drank 4 whole glasses of sugar free apple juice and was feeling a little crazy. “THIS PARTY IS 3 LIT 2 QUIT” he cried. “WHY? BECAUSE I AM G O N E, YO!!!!1!” the rest of the party guests clapped polietely and went back to non-sexily dancing to the kidz bop version of kanye west songs. mic tried 2 grind on aizawas phat booty but all might shoved them apart while shrikeing at them. “L;EAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!!!” he shrieked. “HEROES WAIT UNTIL MARRIAGE! PREMARITAL TWERKING IS A SIN!”

memewhile, endevror smirked evilly within his bottom seckret (most ppl would call it top sekret but lets be fucking real here u guyes) hiding place and rubbed his frothing nipples with nefarious delight. “uhuhehehhehuhheuehhueh” he cackled viciousley. “it is almost time for our,, G R AN D ENTEREANCED DUN DUN DUNNN!!!!!1! ALL MIGHT SENPAI will NEVEr ssee it ccccumming!”

all might was giving a speech and cryeing. “well bros its been a funky fresh time tonite and i lov u all so much for comig 2 my super sweet 69th birthdey party but before we can break out the WILD PARTY GAMES like musicel chairs, we hav to eat the CAKE!!!!”

“THATS MY CUE!!1!” thouht endeover hornily as he sprang tits-first out of the giant cake like a disgustig shit dolphin. “SU RRPRISE yoU FUCKS! iTS ENDEAVAR!!!” he cried triumphantly.  he winked and licked his teeth with his tonge. “sup toshiWHOREY” he sed fuckboyishly as he flexed his fat rippling tiddies. ALL MIGHT SENPAI was looking so fresh 2 death in a “dont mess with texas” crop top and jorts that endevor nutted lava arousedly.“I have come to RU I n the BORTHDAY PARTY!”

all might checked his watch “read.”

endeavors eye twitched and so did one of his nips. “YOU CANT SAY READ WE’RE HAVEING A VERBAL CONVERSATION U CHERRY FLAVORED FUCKFEST”

“read.”

endvoer was so angrery that he burst into flames and BURNED uP ALL OF THE CAKE with two streams of lava that sprang forth from  his massive girthy horse tits. “Read THIS SENPAI” he roared unsexily. “now u hAVE to notiece me!”

all might yawned. “read.” he turned away from endevor to talk 2 the party guests. “any1 else feel like taco bell? it smels like burning tit hair in here” everyone agreed that taco bell sounded good and left endevor and his sizzling salami sacks alone with the bunrt cake as kidz bop kanye west continuued to play in the backround.

endevors bara tiddeis saggged sadly in defeat and and he fuckin died and also all might adopted all his kids

 the en d.

[worldofkwords]

Colors - Prologue

Extract from the story: "Do you know what happens if you mix every color of the rainbow? Light. It generates light. And as melodramatic as it sounds, that's what I see when I'm with you, guys." 

Summary: a tale of how friendship helped and brought seven people out of the dark. Because there is always light at the end of a tunnel, no matter how dark and how long it can be. 

Inspired by Day6′s “Colors” 

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, a bit of thriller, dramatic (you’ll be in for one hell of a ride) Normal life!AU

Warning: mature contents ahead. Mentions of depression, drugs, alcohol, violence, swearing. May be triggering for some, so read while keeping this in mind. I promise I’ll be as careful as possible, though.

© worldofkwords

Prologue - “Numb”

Living in a big city came with its ups and downs. 

Sure, being a pessimistic person he was bound to focus on what he disliked. For example on how it was simply overcrowded, from coffee shops, to parks, to retail stores. Even at 3:21AM in an anonymous 24/7 he managed to find a group of boys -probably around 18 years old- yelling and slurring around, much to his dispise. He also hated the fact that people on the streets would continuously bump into him. Sure, those pavements weren't wide enough, but he would've appreciated it if people put a tiny bit of attention into where they where going rather than put it into their phones. Seriously, not even The Walking Dead's zombies where that dumb.

But city life had its perks, too. Even if you were surrounded by thousands of people, you could still go easily unnoticed: everyone was too busy focusing on their on business to care; even in such a judgemental society, you could still be invisible. He absoluely adored that.

So why wasn't Min Yoongi in his studio flat, pacing around, sleeping or staring angrily at that damn notebook that kept on being immaculate? The young man exhaled loudly, squinting his eyes as he looked through the window on his right. Instead of Seoul's city lights, its neons or its big screens that glowed constantly, his view was on a nice kept garden, with benches, flowers, a few trees and even a small pond. For what felt like an hour, he had been staring at two ducks, that were floating peacefully on it, trying to figure out the exact reason behind his presence there. Yoongi wasn't surprised when, looking at the clock on the wall, he learned that more than three hours had passed. It wasn't the first time that he had lost track of time, trying to find answers. Too many thoughts blinded his mind, not letting him see through the curtain of fog that had long ago started clouding it. "But that's not it", he whispered. He had spent years that way and to his humble opinion everything was going decently. Surely not the extraordinary life he had dreamed of as a child, but still a decent one. Until she came. Right from the start he started asking himself with what right she thouht she could turn everything upside down. After all, he liked his routine. But determination, strong-will, passion: he absolutely adored those. The way she went against those rumors, not giving a damn about what people said about him. He tried to make it through for her, because he wanted to prove them all -and maybe, himself too- wrong, just to make them see that she had been right on him all along. He gave his all. So why did she give in? Why did she bring him here? Why did she leave?

Min Yoongi closed his eyes shut, fists shaking, biting his lower lip hard. He wasn't angry, he didn't feel like shouting or breaking things. No. Min Yoongi was numb. Or at least that was what he wanted others to believe, what he wanted to believe. Trying to convince himself as he did his best to fight the tears that were coming.

Hello everybody! If you read up to this point, the only thing I can say is: thank you so much!

This is my first series ever. I planned the storyline for like two years more or less, and now I think it's finally time to share it. POVs will change throught the book, so all seven of the boys will have a part. So yeah, this is not Yoongi biased, don't worry my fellow readers.  Now, onto technical stuff... This series is inspired by the HYYW trilogy, as well as WINGS, and coincidentally Love Yourself (Istg they read my mind). But it’s mainly inspired by the song Colors by Day6, which you can listen to if you click on its title in the description above. As I said, this story is gonna have mature themes in it. Please be aware of this, I wouldn't want to trigger anyone. I also promise to treat such matters in the most delicate and professional way: I won't romanticize stuff and I'll do my best to make this as real as possible. But don't worry! It won't be only angst, fluff will be present too. I'm a softie after all.

Let me know what you think! Criticism, opinions, guesses on what's gonna happen next... they're very well welcomed!

Love you and thank you again, -WOKW Stuff

[strainofthestress]

Fanfic: Somebody to Share it With Ch. 8

Pathfinder’s Quarters, 2345 Hours

There were two unusual things about the Pathfinder’s cabin. First, the smell of coffee wafted from the cabin into the main corridor outside. It was nothing unusual to smell coffee forward of the research room, Wes’ addiction to coffee was apparent to the entire crew, except perhaps him who ardently refused to admit it. What was slightly unusual, however, was the hour. Addicted though he may have been, Wes’ was adamant about not consuming coffee after 2100 hours, something he said he had picked up in the Alliance, a strategy to ensure that what little sleep he did get on the ship was valuable. His enforcement of this personal rule had been absolute during their time underway, so as Vetra walked by and smelled the familiar bitter odor, she took a step to the door.

The second unusual thing about the Pathfinder’s cabin was the fact that the door was closed. Ryder was a perpetual fan of keeping his stateroom door open, enjoying the view it afforded him of the Crew’s berthing and being able to hear activities on the rest of the ship. No matter how much space and privacy it afforded him, he was rather less-than-fond of being shunted into his own stateroom, away from the individuals who, in his mind, were the only reason any pathfinder mission at all was possible.

Vetra approached the door, the soft hydraulic hiss revealing the cabin to her. The wafting scent of coffee only got stronger as she walked in, as well as the classical music playing in the background becoming audible.

The room was empty upon first review, but as she turned to the right she saw evidence of Ryder’s occupation: coffee pots, plates, water cups, coffee cups, even a few clothes were strewn from him like debris from an impact, leading her eyes up to the Human who sat with what looked like intense focused, bent over his desk. There were two datapads and an input pad on the desk beneath his gaze, his hand loosely holding a stylus.

She walked behind Wes, placing a taloned hand on his chair.

“What are you up to Ryder?”

No response.

“Ryder? Hello?”

She reached out and shook his shoulder, only to step back with a small gasp at Ryder’s head sinking to the desk slowly, with a soft thud as it hit the ground. Her heart rate spiked as death was her mind’s first thought, but quickly returned to normal as she heard the deep breathing of the Pathfinder, realizing that he had instead fallen asleep at the desk.

I wonder what it says about me that my first thought is that he’s dead…

She stepped to Ryder’s side, watching his chest softly rise and fall as his head lay, peacefully, upon the desk. Her brow plates lifted slightly as she watched his eyelids lightly flutter, the hand in which he held the stylus twitch ever so slightly. Her mind thought back to the same face, the same breathing pattern, on the landing pad of the Tempest not a few days ago. Again her heart rate jumped as she remembered the moment, remembered the revelation which came with it. Ryder began to stir, and she quickly pushed the thouhts out of her mind, focusing on the adorably bleary blinking of the man in front of her.

“Vetra? Hi, what are you…”

“You fell asleep at your desk. I smelled coffee, wanted to investigate.”

Ryder sat up, rubbing his eyes as he did so.

“Yeah, well, I guess the coffee didn’t work the way I had intended.”

Ryder stood up, gesturing to the couch. Vetra shook her head.

“No, I didn’t mean to interrupt, just checking everything was okay. I know you don’t like to drink coffee this late.”

“I appreciate that, thanks. I could use the break though, stay for a bit.”

Vetra blushed in her own Turian way as she sat down, and was thankful that Ryder was inexperienced enough in reading Turian body language and facial expressions to not notice. As the two sat, Ryder produced a carafe of something other than coffee, pouring the thick, green liquid into a three-fingered cup, steam rising lazily from the cup as Ryder offered it to Vetra. She gave him an inquisitive look.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah, Shulsnek. Or however your pronounce it.”

Vetra laughed.

“Not like that!”

“I expected as much. Anyways, I try to keep a pot on hand for when you come by, figured it was kind of selfish for me to be the only one with a drink on hand whenever we have our talks.”

Vetra felt the head under her plates from her blush get even more intense as she took a sip of the drink. While a little stale, it was passable nonetheless, and more than anything she was hoping that the cup would prevent Ryder from seeing the deep color of blue her face was turning, the kindness of the gesture obvious to her, in a way that she was certain wasn’t just fantasizing.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you Ryder.” Dammit, Vetra, you keep saying things like that, he’s gonna suspect something. “So what are you studying?”

The mention of his studies caused Ryder’s face to become almost instantly exasperated, his eyes glanding downwards and his lips pursing into a flat line.

“It’s stuff for my Captain Qualification.”

“I thought you were already captain of the Tempest?”

“By necessity, yeah. But according to Andromeda Initiative Regulations the captain of every crewed vessel must complete the ‘Space Vessel Command School’. Pilots have to go through a similar program to get their quals. All the pathfinder’s went through the program, but since I’m new to the job, I never did. So, here I am.”

“So they gave you command of the Tempest, and then expected you to qualify for it later?”

“Yep. And let me tell you what a ball that is.”

“What all does it include.”

“Normally, the program would take 6 months. Classes for 8 hours a day, then studying the rest. Two exams every two weeks. It covers everything from orbital dynamics to nuclear physics to FTL mechanics.”

“Sounds intense.”

“It is. Only thing is, I’m expected to do it in 4 months, and I don’t have time to take off in a classroom to do it. So most of it is self-taught, and then Kallo acts as my tutor when schedules allow.”

Vetra laughed, taking a sip of her drink while Ryder exhaustedly shook his head.

“I’ve been wondering where you’ve been lately. I was scared you were avoiding me after the party on The Nexus.” More accurately, I was scared that I had said or done something drunk and you don’t feel the same way. But I won’t tell you that. “Sounds like you’re in need of a break, Wes.”

Ryder laughed, gesturing to her as he spoke.

“Speak of the Devil and she will appear.”

“What?”

“Old human phrase. Talk about something and it will come to you, I guess.”

Vetra thought for a second, following the statmement before her face filled with feigned indignation.

“Are you calling me a distraction?”

Ryder laughed.

“Please, Vetra, you’re much more than that.”

Vetra had never felt her heart-beat spike in so short a time before in her life. She sat, speechless for a few moments – No, he meant that you two are good friends. Don’t read anything into it… stop it! No! I thought I told you not to… okay, this is hopeless. Blissfully, Ryder didn’t seem to notice, and kept talking.

“So, how’s the rest of the crew?”

“Huh?”

“Well, since I’ve been cooped up in here for so long, I haven’t seen much of anybody besides in the galley and Kallo for my tutoring sessions. How is everybody?”

“Oh, you know, their peachy selves. Peebee is still trying to convince everybody that she’s just here because it was convenient and not because she wants to be. Drack only threatened to eat people three times this week, so that’s an improvement. Cora is as moody as ever… but don’t tell her I said that. Liam is, well, Liam. No other way to describe it. Oh, and Jaal has discovered the joys of Blasto. He’s been binging it for, like, a week and a half at this point.”

“I thought I heard that through the ventilation system. He hasn’t made you watch it with him, has he.”

A grim turian nod.

Ryder extended his hand in fake consolation, taking Vetra’s.

“I am so sorry.”

Vetra’s stomach jumped a few feet higher in her torso. Really? Really? That’s all it takes? I swear, sometimes you’re like something out of a bad love-story fanfic!

Vetra laughed, slyly swatting Ryder’s hand from hers to try and continue ignoring herself.

“I suppose we’ll manage. Have you heard about the response to the Salarian’s rescue on Kadara?”

“No, I haven’t!”

“Well, apparently quite a few people there have friends on the ark. Tri was saying that there was a huge celebration, the entire town partied for a few days as a result. Apparently it’s doing some good things for The Initiative’s reputation down there. Though, apparently they see you as a slightly separate entity, so it might just be you they like.”

“Well, I’m sure we could use that to our advantage. There are a few guns and mods there I’d like, if they were on sale.”

“Wes, I’m almost offended! You wanted something and you didn’t ask me?”

Ryder chuckled, leaning back as the friendly banter and conversation sapped the stress and anxiousness he had been feeling over his training away.

“I know, what a terrible, terrible friend I must be.”

“Oh, absolutely. And a horrible pathfinder too. And ugly, and mean, and…”

“Yeah yeah, I get the point, I’m just an all around piece of space garbage. I get it.”

Vetra chuckled, shifting slightly on the couch. She took another sip of her drink, her subharmonics happily purring in a register which Ryder couldn’t hear. Now, whether that’s for the drink or being with him, I’m not certain I want to know. Ancestors, I really need to sort myself out…

After a short pause, Vetra spoke.

“You ever think about what this whole thing will look like when it’s done?”

“What do you mean?”

“What will the Initiative be in, say, another 600 years?”

“Weren’t we talking about this earlier?”

“Yeah, we were. But I’ve been thinking about it some more, about how it all works...”

Ryder settled down into the couch, adjusting to be more comfortable as he heard Vetra get ready to launch into one of her long thought-experiment discussions. Throughout the course of their late-nigh talks they had become common occurrences: Vetra would open a topic and discuss it out loud, while Ryder interjected a thought here and there. To an outside observer it would invariably seem odd, one-sided, a Turian ruminating out loud while her human side-kick threw an idea up every once in a while. But to both parties involved, it was the most natural thing in the new galxy.

Vetra’s mind, through training or naturally (and assuredly a combination of both) worked best through odd connections of seemingly unrelated ideas. She would draw lines and relations which nobody else could see, causalities which spanned degrees of separation, conclusions which seemed bizarre at first but the most natural ones to come to when further explained. Ryder, on the other hand, was a man whose mind worked in logical procession, travelling from each step to the next with discrete, easily explainable steps. He had an impulsive streak, one needed look no further than his Nomad driving to see that, but he was, at his core, a man of thought and logic; one of the many reasons why he had been able to succeed so well as Pathfinder. So while Vetra’s mind jumped from point to point, building future cities from the dust in the sunlight, Ryder followed her to ensure the thought train had track enough to get from A to B.

Wes listened to Vetra as she painted a world a couple centuries in the making. Gestured wildly as her seldom-seen imaginative streak came out in full force. By trade she was normally scrupulous, shrewd, utilitarian almost to a fault. But the same history which had forged these skills had likewise exposed her to enough of the galaxy, enough of the prejudice and faults with the status quo that she couldn’t help but dream of a better future, see the possibility which came with the unknown. It was seldom seen, too few fell within her circle of trust, even on the Tempest, to be aware of Vetra Nyx’s dreamer side. But Ryder was the privileged few who got to see it. And as he relaxed, sipping cold coffee and trying to follow her line of thought, he smiled slightly for it.

Vetra stopped, looking at Ryder curiously.

“You’re smiling.”

His smile deepened, this time bemusement mixing into whatever emotion was on it before.

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

“You are. Definitely. I’m boring you, aren’t I?”

“No, not at all! It’s just… I don’t know where you come up with this stuff.”

Vetra laughed, sitting down from a standing position she never remembered taking.

“Neither do I. I honestly never talk about this stuff with anybody else. Only you.”

Gee, I wonder why?

Ryder smiled deeper again, a warm light sitting behind his eyes as he regarded his closest friend for billions of lightyears.

“Well, I’m glad you do. It’s a good side of you.”

The small grin on Vetra’s face left, replaced by an unsuspecting expression of guilt.

“Maybe. I should spend less time dreaming about the way things could be and more time making them that way.”

“If there’s anything you do enough of, it’s work. Let yourself dream a bit. What’s a new galaxy if not a new place to build your dreams?”

Vetra laughed, finishing off her drink.

“Maybe.” If he only knew what dreams I’d like to build.

Alright, nope. That’s it. We’re getting out of here before you say something bad, and we’re thinking about this for a good long while.

What’s there to think about? You even said you loved him that night.

Well… said to yourself. It’s progress.

Yeah, but that doesn’t mean my eyes have to melt every time I see him and I turn into a little girl again.

Isn’t that sort of exactly what love is?

Shut up.

“Vetra? You doing alright? You spaced out there for a bit”

Vetra’s eyes re-focused on the wall in front of her, a quick smile replacing the thoughtful expression she was wearing earlier.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Great. Awesome. I’ll get out of your cowl now, Wes, you’ve clearly got studying to do.”

“You can stay if you – “

“No, it’s alright, I have things to do. You have studying. You know where to find me.”

With that she was gone, the hydraulic hiss of the stateroom doors riding her heels as she left. Ryder was left standing in front of the couch, coffee cup hanging loosely in his hand. His expression was puzzled – his brain ran this way and that as it tried to figure out why the sudden exit. After a few minutes he brought himself out of his reverie, physically shaking his head as he walked to the desk, speaking softly under his breath as he did so.

“No time to think about that now. On to Intra-system FTL dynamics. Lucky me.”

With that his datapads lit up again and his eyes scrutinized them as hard as his focus would allow. Only problem is, while his body was at his desk, his mind was still talking with Vetra, and there was a distinct melancholic feeling in the back of his head at seeing Vetra go.

Tempest Armory, 2230 Hours

The soft hum of the HVAC systems filled the ship as the Pathfinder walked through, all the crew save Cora and Dr. T’Perro asleep. In order to sustain constant operations with a crew not even a quarter the size of a normal cruiser, the entire crew had gotten preliminary helmsman and engineering training. During transit, when they were in deep space and operating normally, they would take turns working long shifts. There were two long-shifts per week, one to handle the ship from 1800 to 2400, the other from 2400 to 0600. This week, it was Cora and T’Perro on the first, Liam and Kallo on the second.

Wes made a habit of walking the ship when he was thinking, found the movement and change of scenery a nice refresher from being cooped in his stateroom all day long. He would wander up and over decks, occasionally stopping to stare out the vast windows of the conference room or staring, mesmerized, as the fluidic blue aura which surrounded and danced around the drive core, enjoying the low white noise. Tonight, though, as he walked through engineering, he heard the soft beeping of an omnitool and terminal, accompanied by soft dual-toned muttering and cursing.

He walked forwards, the door set to open only upon request. Pressing the doorbell, he heard a muted sigh of exasperation from inside before a couple of armored footsteps and the pneumatic hiss of the door brought him face to face with a very agitated Vetra.

“Gil, for the last time, I’ll get you your… oh, Ryder, it’s you.”

Wes’ left eyebrow cocked up as his expression morphed from confusion to concern. Even to his human eye it was clear that Vetra was stressed, high-strung, moreso than normal. Her brow plates sat low on her face and her mandibles quickly oscillated from being tightly pressed against her cheeks to wide open. She calmed slightly when she saw Ryder, gesturing him in with a slightly less manic set of motions.

He walked inside, a quick scan of the desk and the cereal boxes and meal bars around it telling him just how stressed and worried Vetra was. He leaned against the table behind the desk as the turian sat down in the chair, falling into it as though some weight were pulling her.

“Ryder, what can I do for you?”

“I was just walking through, heard you were up. Wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine, thanks. Anything else.”

The response was short, tense, said with a bite to her tone which was usually only reserved for annoying customers, the those individuals who she didn’t feel she had time for. While Wes was slightly taken aback by being on the receiving end of such a tone, normally he watched it in parallel, he nonetheless kept his face still, only raising a single inquisitive eyebrow in response, staring Vetra down.

The two held eye contact for three, four, five seconds before she finally cracked, her brow plates releasing upwards and her entire posture relaxing, as a spring which has been compressed a little too much. Her head sank down, her arms relaxing onto her legs as she sat farther back in the chair. Ryder continued to watch her, his expression a mix of shrewd observation and genuine concern.

After a few moments, she spoke.

“I’m sorry Ryder. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s alright, Vetra. What’s up?”

“Just cleaning up the mess my sister really made, figuring out just how far she went to make it. It’s not good.”

“You going to recover?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. Most of my contacts figured out it wasn’t me and were waiting to find out what happened. A few are annoyed that my kid sister was able to get as deep into my systems as she was, but they don’t know Sid.”

“You know, she’s not a kid anymore, Vetra.”

A new layer of anger flashed in Vetra’s eyes as she looked back at Ryder.

“You don’t think I know that? Trust me Ryder, I am painfully aware of just how much she isn’t a kid.”

“Then why do you keep calling her your ‘kid sister’?”

“You’re going to latch onto that? It’s just a phrase, something I’ve said forever. It’s…”

“Something you wouldn’t use anymore if you didn’t still believe it.”

Vetra’s head physically moved back at Ryder’s words. Her expression stormed with confusion, anger, resentment, curiosity. Her mandibles spread wide again, then back to her face, repeating the process as her eyes darted between Ryder’s. Eventually, she spoke, softly.

“Maybe… Maybe it’s what I want her to be.”

“What do you mean?”

The sound of her chair was deafening against the quiet hum of the ship at night as Vetra stood and walked to her window into the drive core, staring up at the fluorescent blue orb, Ryder watching from behind her as she spoke.

“When Sid and I ran away, when it was just the two of us, I did everything I could to stop her from realizing just how bad things were. We got to comfortable eventually, but the people I had to deal with to get us there, the things I had to do to earn it, I didn’t want her to have to see them too. What I do – make deals, keep contacts, it isn’t a nice line of work. I’m good at it, yeah, and it’s treated me fine over the years, but it isn’t exactly the most… reputable, of jobs. I want something better for Sid, something more.”

“You really want to protect her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Ryder. Maybe it’s because I never got much protection myself. Maybe it’s because it helps me to feel like I’m giving her what our parents never did. I don’t know.”

Vetra’s voice reached a new pitch of exasperated, annoyed, her body tensing as she worked her way through thoughts and feelings she would much rather be a stranger to. After a few minutes, Ryder pressed on.

“She’s not a kid anymore.”

A deep sigh from the window.

Quietly: “I know.”

Ryder paused, collecting his thoughts before he spoke. As he did so he walked towards Vetra, standing abreast from her as the two looked up into the drive core compartment, watching the blue mass effect field move and oscillate.

“After mom… died, Dad took me out fishing on earth. Some lake, somewhere in North America, I don’t even know where. We got out there and sat for hours, silently catching fish. It was, honestly, really awkward. At one point, though, he turned to me and started speaking, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what he said. He said ‘Son, I want you to know, that everything I’ve done, I’ve done it for you.’ Yeah, I know, it sounds cheesy, but when Dad said it, anything sounded cool. Maybe that’s just because he was my Dad, I don’t know. Anyways, he said ‘The hardest challenge for any parent is to teach their kids how to be their own person. You have to give your children enough guidance that they know where to go, but enough room that they go there as their own people, as themselves. I’ve always aired on giving you more room, your mother was better at giving you guidance. Sometimes, I may have given you too much room, been too distant. And I’m sorry for that. But I hope you’ll understand, someday, that I did it for you, to try and let you be yourself.’ “

Vetra laughed slightly at Wes’ impression of Alec’s grizzled voice, his brows furrowing as he tried to imitate the infamous N7’s unique way of talking. He continued.

“Now that he’s gone, I’ve been thinking about that. Yeah, I think he gave me a bit more room than I needed, and I wish I had known him better. But on a certain level, he was right. Maybe that’s what you need to do with Sid.”

The sound of the HVAC filled the room as the two sat in silence, both staring forwards vacantly at the core. Vetra spoke, almost absentmindedly.

“Mabye. Maybe.”

Almost physically she shook herself out of her thought.

“Haven’t we already had this conversation?”

Ryder laughed, smiling at her.

“Yeah, we did. When you were looking for your lamp. Did you ever find it, by the way?”

Vetra laughed, rolling her eyes as she thought about the process of doing so.

“Yeah, I did, eventually. I’ve got it waiting for me on The Nexus. I don’t think I had realized just how far Sid had gotten when we talked.”

“It alarms you, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yeah. Ryder, these are dangerous people. They’re pretty much the biggest reason I keep an assault rifle with me all the time. Well, besides the Kett. But who in their right mind would want their kid sis… their sister, wrapped up with those people.”

Ryder laughed, holding his hand up in mocking helplessness.

“Hey, I’m not saying you have to like it. Just, give her some space.”

Vetra sighed, frustratedly.

“I thought it would be so… easy, to let her go her own way after we last talked. Thought it’d be as simple as not getting involved. You’re right, Ryder, she just wants to help people, to make a difference. And I guess that’s more of what we do than I give it credit. Certainly now. But the more I find out what she did, the more I imagine her having to deal with those people, having to be in the line of fire, the harder it is for me to let her.”

“I think everybody with a younger sibling can empathize. Nobody said it had to or was going to be easy. But, it’s probably something you should think about.”

“I know, I know. I already conceded. Have I told you just how much I hate it when you’re right?”

“I think you mentioned it, yeah.”

“Yeah? Well, stop it. You’re allowed to be right about pathfinder things, not about me.”

“Oh really? And how are you going to enforce that?”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways. I’ve learned a few tricks in my time.”

After she spoke, Vetra suddenly realized just how close Ryder was now. He was still standing at the edge of the window, wearing a smirk which she had come to love and hate in equal amounts since meeting him. She, however, seemed to have steadily moved across the window, leaning towards him until her face was mere centimeters away from his.

When did… how did… Huh.

She pushed back, trying (and failing) to hide just how surprised and startled she was by her constant drift towards Ryder. Wes’ eyes darted to the side as she did, a slight bit of confusion coming to his expression as he too realized just how close they had gotten, and just how much he had enjoyed it. Vetra coughed, awkwardly, Ryder moved his shoulder, working out a bit of tightness after their rescue of Sid. Silence.

Ryder spoke, awkwardly.

“Well, uh, I should… go back to… studying. And such.”

“Yeah, I’ve got… work.”

“Talk to you later?”

“Yeah. You know where to find me.”

Pathfinder Cabin, 2330 Hours

Ryder laid in bed, staring at the plating above him. He knew he should be asleep, his sense of time had gotten painfully good since he gained full access to SAM. But, still, he couldn’t sleep, thoughts debating and discussing in his head.

What the hell was that?

I don’t know. She got so close and we…

We got excited about it.

Yeah, like, heart-pounding, stomach in throat excited.

Why?

She’s a good friend?

Come on. Liam’s a good friend and we’ve never gotten that feeling. Same with Cora.

So, there’s something different.

Yeah, but what?

Well, let’s work through this. If we get this feeling about one individual, but not others, then we only need to find the difference between Vetra and everybody else, and we’ve got our answer.

What a nerdy way to go about this.

You’ve got a better way?

I’m you, we’re both the same voices, talking crazily inside our own head. Of course I don’t have a better way.

Alright then, what are the similarities?

Well, we’re all on the pathfinder team. We’re all good friends. We all go on missions together commonly.

Alright, differences?

Cora and Liam are biotics, Vetra is more tech oriented?

I can’t see why that would affect it. Next.

Liam and Cora are humans, Vetra is a Turian.

Aliens have never given me issues before, and I really don’t think it’s that. Next.

Uhmmm… We don’t have long late-night conversations with Liam and Cora.

No it can’t be that because… actually, that’s a good point. Let’s take that.

Well, why do we talk to Vetra so much?

Because we like listening to her thoughts and sharing our own. It’s a nice stress relief to have a best friend to tell things to and hear their take on the situation.

Alright. So we enjoy her friendship.

Yeah, pretty much.

Moreso than Liam and Cora. Or at least, more consistently and for longer.

Yeah, friends vs. best friends.

So, why would we get excited at being physically close?

A new voice butted in.

God, you’re all so thick.

Who are you?

The one with the answer.

Again: we’re all Wes, just talking crazily to ourselves.

So it was a dumb question then.

Yeah, I guess so. Anyways, why are we thick?

Because the answer is obvious.

Oh?

Yeah. Who doesn’t get excited around somebody who they love.

Oh,yeah, I guess that makes sense. Plus it… WAIT WHAT?

Come on, don’t tell me you don’t see it. The late night conversations, the fact that Vetra is literally always with us on mission, the times we spend hanging out on The Nexus, the times on Kadara.

Well… huh. Alright, yeah, you’re right. It’s completely consistent. I guess we love her.

There’s no guess in it. You’re way farther over this cliff than you’re giving yourself credit for, Wes.

We’ll deal with that later. Do you think she feels the same way?

I don’t know. Probably not.

Why not?

Look at it. We’re a human, she’s a Turian. She’s this badass smuggler who’s done almost any job the galaxy has to offer and is just as able to talk you into giving her what she wants as shooting you for it. You’re the son of a pathfinder who’s trying, and doing a moderate-at-best job of leading the Initiative with little to no training, who barely even knows how to do his job not to mention anything else.

Alright, point taken. So, we keep it from her.

Yeah, as best as we can.

Something tells me this isn’t going to be fun.

Something tells me we should go to bed.

Maybe. But I want to stay up and think about this.

For the last time, we’re all the same person. This is literally just a thinking exercise. So, we’re going to bed. Now.

Galley, 0630 Hours.

Vetra adjusted her armor as she stood in front of the mirror in crew quarters, ensuring everything was snugly secure, shaking out a few components as a final check. Try as she might she couldn’t fall asleep as early as she should have last night, her mind just as pre-occupied with the incident in the armory as Ryder’s. For how small it was – just standing closer together – she found that it was a much bigger deal in her mind, her feelings magnifying it into an incident of some importance.

She walked out of crew berthing, taking the short, 3 foot walk across the corridor into the galley, the door opening in front of her to reveal Ryder, bags under his eyes, making himself a breakfast ration pack. Vetra caught herself as her stomach jumped a few times, suppressing the blush which seemed to come every damn time she saw him now.

“Morning, Ryder.”

Ryder looked at her, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly looked back at the coffee cup. His revelations from the night before left him blushing at just the sight of Vetra, his internal dialogue blowing up as he forced himself to speak.

“Vetra, morning.”

The turian walked to the counter, grabbing a dextro breakfast pack and popping it into the second food rehydrater. The smell was pleasant, though she new it smelled better than it tasted. An awkward silence sat between the two, Wes becoming incredibly interested in his own ration pack, Vetra examining the deck plating as though it were the most engaging piece of art in Heleus. Eventually, Ryder spoke.

“Sleep well?”

“Not really. You?”

“I’ve had better. Any particular reason?”

“Just thinking some things over. You?”

“Same. Wanna talk about it?”

Vetra cursed the ancestors as she physically shut her mouth for a second. No matter how much you want to, you know that’s a terrible idea. You have no clue if he feels the same way. Don’t do it.

“Not really. Need to think it through a bit more. You?”

Ryder’s own blush became a shade darker as he became even more interested in pulling the ration pack out and mixing the salt into his eggs. Ryder, no. She probably doesn’t even feel the same way. Save the friendship, don’t say a damned thing.

“Not really. Same thing, need some more time.”

The two sat down, across from each other, both looking at the table between them intently, both wearing an expression of somebody who wants to say something but thinks better of it, neither being bold enough to look up to see it on the other.

As they ate their breakfast in relative silence, both thought through the night before, their discussions, their feelings for each other, newly revealed for Ryder and just as perplexing and alarming for Vetra. Both were dying to tell the other something, anything, act in any way on how they felt. Neither was sure enough to do so. Both of their inner monologues followed much the same structure, mini-Ryder’s saying near imperceptibly different arguments from the mini-Vetra’s across the table. But at the end of the day, they both came to the same conclusion:

I’ve got to do something, or this is going to be way, way, way too long of a mission. Why the hell did I have to go and fall in love with them?

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HEY RITA!!! AN INTERVIEW OF SAYO YAMAMOTO IS OUT!! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT IN FULL AND TELL US YOUR THOUHTS OR IF THERE'S ANYTHING DIFFERENT!!

I love your enthusiasm so much! :D Ok, this is long overdue, let’s get to it! 

So this first part (x) was actually the first time I read a post-finale interview and didn’t feel sad, angry or frustrated. I would love more of this, please. Sayo is just way more professional than Kubo. She also didn’t mention any of that “Yuuri was going to lose from the start” stuff which pleases me, I would hate to have Sayo lie to me. 

It’s nice to finally have Sayo herself talking about YOI though, you can really tell it’s her passion project. 

I can think about the outline of a story by myself, but I wanted to create it with someone who would be able to add punchy and impressive dialogues that would actually make the characters come alive.

(...)

I first came up with an outline of the full series, and talking with Kubo-san about that we decided the details and she drew the manga storyboard for episodes 1-5. (...) Then we discussed the story more in detail and decided the elements and scenes we absolutely wanted to insert and the position of lines. Even so, when I translated this into the anime storyboard it was still too long, and editing required an exorbitant amount of time.

Confirmation that Sayo was heavily involved in the writing of the series and that Kubo was hired mainly for dialogue. I find the “making characters come alive” part interesting though, considering Kubo has admitted more than once that she doesn’t really understand the characters all that much. But really, what’s important here is that Sayo did as much of the writing as Kubo, if not more. And she did storyboard work as well. Good to have confirmation on that. That’s Sayo’s specialty, I always thought it weird that she wouldn’t do it for her dream project. 

The voice actors always performed even better than we expected, so it happened that we changed the animation based on the acting. They were all subtle things, but that’s actually difficult. Anyone can easily be affected by a powerful line, so when a character says it you already get an impression of them, but a fine performance is what makes the difference and makes you feel that the character is really there, not just “a character inside an anime”.

This is really no unusual in animated productions (see how Disney animators incorporate voice actor’s mannerisms into the characters, for example). I find the emphasis on how she wanted YOI to feel “real” vey interesting. 

What made me realize that this anime would become something amazing is Victor’s skating scene in episode 1. When we were editing this part, I was convinced that this would become an animation work no one has seen before. 

Same Sayo, same. Stammi Vicino in episode 1 was the moment this series stole my heart and I was sure it would be amazing. 

—The fireworks scene in the ED is also impressive.

That was Hayashi-san’s idea. The three of them weren’t actually together in Hasetsu in summer, so that scene is not something that happened at a certain time, it’s more like an imaginary world.

I kinda appreciate the confirmation that the fireworks scene never happened because...I kept waiting for the point in the series where the trio would reach a relationship level that would make it believable for the fireworks scene to happen but I never got it. Imaginary world where Yurio got character development and skating family is actually a thing outside of fanon :’)

—Could you tell us about the reading play that is going to be performed at the April 29 event?

Kubo-san and I conceived the basic ideas, and I was able to order the script from Kimiko Ueno-san, who among the people I know is the one who can write the craziest stories. I worked with Ueno-san in “Space Dandy” (2014) and I heard that she enjoyed “Yuri on Ice” until the end. I think it will be pretty crazy (LOL).

I’m so anxious over this whole event, it’s bad for my heart.

—What about the future of the anime?

I’m being told “let’s continue as soon as possible” (LOL). I’ve already decided what to do next. I came up with it while doing the video editing for episode 10, but what I’m thinking is something grand, and I’m wondering, what will happen if I really do all of that…? At this moment, my intention is to continue “Yuri on Ice” as long as I can.

Look, a season 2 was obvious since the finale. I don’t believe for one second that they aren’t actively working on it right now. They probably have been for a while.  

Though really, coming up with a sequel around the time of editing episode 10 just gives more weight to my fav conspiracy theory of the finale being changed to accommodate a season 2. 

Something grand better mean olympic champion Yuuri and on-screen Victuuri wedding.

It’s possible that the relationships between the characters too might look different in some instances. Therefore, if you are unsure about buying the volumes, I would recommend that you do.

This is so intriguing and ideally, IDEALLY, it’s talking about fixing the mess that was Victuuri in episode 12 but let’s be real. At this point, it’s probably Yurio related T-T

Now for this part (x)

....I’m concerned. 

—Please let us know more in detail about how it was created.

First of all, before drawing the storyboard for Yurio’s EX, I thought about how it was created. It’s a story I came up with thinking about Yurio’s feelings when he was going to skate the EX after winning the GPF.

Oh Sayo why do you have to go and lie to me after I said I was glad you didn’t? Ok listen. Welcome to the Madness doesn’t make sense in a universe where Yurio won the GPF. It just doesn’t. So this whole thing about coming up with the concept for it based on Yurio winning the GPF...is pretty much bullshit, sorry. 

And he comes up with the idea of creating a new program the night before the EX.—Is it possible, in real life, to create a program for the EX the day before?

You might think it’s not, but actually it has happened. The athlete Misha Ge from Uzbekistan has done that before. (...) I saw and heard about it, so I know it’s rather normal.

I’m...gonna stop your right there Sayo. Don’t, please. Just don’t. I’m just going to link @vctryr‘s post here (x) 

How do you keep pushing for realism and then add this? Everything about this ordeal in unbelievable. 

Also...so Yurio can choreograph now. In a matter of hours too. I thought he couldn’t get more Victor 2.0 but here we are. Yurio is perfect, he has peaked. 

—Who is the other key person beside Yurio?

I thought that even though we created a “DJ” setting for Otabek we couldn’t really show it in the anime…

This whole DJ thing with Otabek is weird. I’m not opposed to it, but it’s very clearly a recent addition to his character I think. All secondary characters have extra bits to them that we don’t get to see in the anime. Like how JJ does a lot of charity work, or how Emil loves to do extreme sports in the off-season, or how Seung-Gil has no fashion sense. Except all of these things have been part of their official character profiles form the start. DJ Otabek came out of nowhere. This, combined with how Sayo says he uses the SNS a lot, even though one of the first things we learned about Otabek was that he hated SNS, leads me to believe that he got some recent changes done to his character. Probably a result of his popularity. 

Yurio has become friends with Otabek, so of course he thinks he would take him with him. However, since he’s still 15 and cannot enter clubs, Otabek turns him down. Yurio tails him to a place where he sees him coolly doing the DJ, and thinks “I could have him choose my song”…

Bless Otabek for being super aware of Yurio’s age and being responsible. Yurio though...

—So basically, in the GPF Victor joins Yuuri Katsuki’s EX and Otabek joins Yuri Plisetsky’s!?

Otabek doesn’t skate with him. I believe the way he appears is something no one would have imagined.

So is he gonna DJ on the ice or...Thank god he doesn’t skate with him though!

Some subtle parts have been fixed too, therefore it’s possible that the relationships between the characters might look different in some instances. There was a small change in the scene before Yurio goes to perform his FS, I’d like you to pay attention to that.

YEP IT’S ALL ABOUT YURIO. This is probably about the Victor scene, since so many people saw it as manipulative.

I don’t know guys...I’m still just super conflicted. I’ll reserve judgement until the final DVD comes out but it’s still really upsetting for me that Yurio is getting all this love and attention while Yuuri and Victor get...narrative and character derailment. Also half a poorly animated duet with credits on top. 

Why Sayo? Why don’t you love them anymore?

*sigh*

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A Civil War Story

"I don't do that anymore" he said with a sorrow look. Thinking about a life he was forced to live. Now he has the choice to live and to do what he wants if he could keep a low profile it would give him time to be forgotten. He also wants to corrects his unwanted past that Hydra has given him. "The people who thinks you do are coming and they don't plan on taking you alive" Steve stated in a grave tone , desesperate to make him see reasons but he couldn't and inside of him he knew that. Bucky was now a pale shadow of the man he once knew. "Good strategy" Bucky mumbled, the tiredness could be heard in his voice. It was easy to see that he has lost his will to live which pained Steve more than anything. For Bucky seing his bestfriend was bringing back odd feelings that he wasn't used to feel. He was holding onto those feelings to remember the man he was. Sam was warning Steve about incomings, adrenaline kept on getting higher while the two oldfriends were lost in their staring contest, rediscovering each other while waiting for the upcoming fight. "You pulled me out of the river. Why ? "asked Steve urgently he was starting to lose his patience, he could hear people running up the stairs It was only a matter of time until they will be found. "I don't know" Bucky simply replied. Shouts in german were being shouted, they were charging at the door. Steve was thinking fast to find a way out, his main goal was to bring back Bucky with him."We always have to fight" he said grimly tiredness still clear in his voice and in his looks. He took off the glove that was covering his metal hand. Steve couldn't help himself to look at it for a second. A second later Sam yelled on being detected and then a grenade was being thrown at them and then chaos ensue in the little appartement. "Buck don't kill anyone" grunted Steve while fighting the men in uniforms "Wasn't planning to" answered Bucky but his actions made Steve believes otherwise when Bucky has thrown him to the ground and landed a puch near the Super Soldier face, relief washed over him when Bucky grabbed a hidden backpack meaning that he was planning to run away and Steve won't let that happen . The fight in the stairs was wild, men were being thrown to one side to the other It was chaostic. "Come on Buck what would Stella says if she was seing you right now ? " The dark look that Steve received was a pretty clear answer for him. Yes mentionning that girl was low-blow coming from him but for the Super Soldier's defense he was lacking of time and he needed to reach to his old friend fast before things get further out of control. "Mind your own business" murmured the Winter Soldier just before jumping to the bellowing floor. He entered into a empty flat and then he started to run to jumps out of a balcony and landed on a roof getting his backpack back. Bucky gave himself a second to breath and to think about Steve's words. If Stella were here she would have called him a moron and would have problably hit him on the head. He winced at that thought, she never hesitated on calling him out and also to give him a hard time It was what he liked the most about her, she wasn't scared of him even though he was the Winter Soldier. She understood him as its darkest..she was a pain in the ass but as he liked to say she was his pain in the ass...his tought were interrupted by a man in a black cat suits attacking him, blzming him of having killed his father. Bucky was fighting him and in the same time was trying to escape, even Steve was getting in the new fight against his opponent. The fight went on they even reached the high way that was standing below them which lead them inti a car and a bike race for Bucky against the man in the cat suit who was still trying to attack him. A blast was heard and Bucky was tackled by the suited man, Steve intercepts him and got him off of Bucky. By now cars were encercling them they were being arrested thought Bucky...Oh if Stella knew this he would be a dead man. He hasn't noticed the guy in the bird suit, he remembers him he was there two years ago trying to stop Project Insight. Men were grabbing from behind and were forcing him to the ground. He didn't even try to resist them. That was part of the reason why he wante to be alone in the first place, he always brought trouble to everyone he cares about and to everyone who has the infortunate to know him. Steve was also etting arrested because he tried to find him. He was nothing but a burden he thouht bitterly. Stella could argue as much as she wants to but she was better off whitout him. Begining from there things started to get blurry. He was thinking of Stella to forget that he was placed in a sort of a mini cell to transport him. He has been handcuffed in a sort of an electric chair that gives him electrical shocks into his metals arm. The pain was bearable but it was enough to steal a slight wince from him. Thinking of Stella always brings him comfort. She was Hydra when they met, he was just out of cryo when Pierce himself came to present him his new handler. Stella was assigned to make sure he would not fail his missions. Of course no one saw It coming during the fall of SHIELD that she was actually deprogramming him and that she turned out to be a SHIELD agent undercover sent by Nick Fury. He knew that she was different from his previous handler...more gentle, she didn't punish him like the others, she asked him about his thougts and choices about weapons and tactics all of that were new to him before her. She was the first there to treat him like a human being and not a machine. Flashback: He was watching her pacing after one of his missions they were in his room. " Can't beliebe he would have the gut to try an attempt on Fury...and at Roger's place ! Whats wrong with that man ?!" She couldn't stop rambling about his last mission. The Soldier was asked to shoot a man and he did fullfill his mission. A guy had been chasing him after he has made his shot. The man looked familiar and It has string something in him. "The man on the roof...he...did I know him ? " A look of empathy passed in Stella's eyes. Even after Hydra's work they couldn't kill the man that Bucky Barnes was. Knowing that he was still in there gave her a boost of confidence to make a risky move either way she'll end up dead or she'll finally get out of this mess and doing some good int his hellhole. " Listen the man was Captain Rogers and there was a time where you knew him" she started to speak calmly "You said that you didn't know about me at all " "I read your file and yes i lied ! Sue me but hey " she grabbed his face to make him look in her eyes. The Soldier stiffened at her touch "I'm getting you out of here Asset, let's make it simple you have my back I have yours" "Why" he asked not understanding why a Hydra agent would wants to help him. " Cause you don't deserve what's happening to you and I know Rogers and I can bring you to him if you wish" "How" She was starting to loose his trust and she could see it on his face, she has to blow her cover to make him trust her again " Well... If I'm here in Hydra it's because i was sent on a peculliar mission by Nick Fury to infiltrated Hydra ans it's ranks, anf If you hadn't guess it I'm a stupid SHIELD agent who got involved in all of this mess that i way beyond me." She explained to him anf by the looks of the Asset eyes Stella knew that she hasn't lost his trust yet. END OF FLASHBACK Since that day they havn't left each other side whileplanning their way out of Hydra but mistakes were made and Pierce had wiped him again. Stella didn't leave him she stayed by his side until a few month ago when Bucky has forced her to go back to SHIELD well the new SHIELD. She was  a part of a team who keeps working under SHIELD's order after the Organization fall. They finally arrived in Germany they enter a huge building. Barnes was in his mini cell where he could see Steve and Bird man talking with a team who has just gotter here. Suddenly his eyes fell to a face he would recognize anywhere. She was here. Stella was standing next to a blonde girl, her eyes meet his and he felt nervous for the first time since forever, afraid of her reaction he broke eye contact with her. " What the hell Steve ? " She ran up to him and shouted in harsh power " your job was to bring him back not getting arrested" "We weren't the only one after him Stell." "The wholde world is after his ass Steve ! Seriously ! Do you know how to be discreet ? " Oh Bucky has really missed her amability he thought. Sam was trying to hold back his laught at the tiny woman screaming at the Captain. "You had one thing to do and look now he's in a freaking box" " I did my best and maybe It was not enough but they were planning on getting him and they didn't care if they would take him alive or not" Stella was glaring at Steve but understoodd that It wasn't his fault. "How are you even here huh" Sam asked the petite girl "Long story short they knew that I'm the one who helped him settle in Bucharest and that I gave you the Intel" She sighed " but hey now we can all be outlaw together" she winkes at them.

After that Cap and Sam's uniform were being taken. The three of them were lead into a kind of a conference room where they find Tony and Natasha. Stella went to Natasha's side while Steve and Tony went into a secluded office with glass walls to have a private talk about what's happen. "So you still don't want to sign the Accords ? " asked Natasha to Stella "Nope" "The charges against you will be less severe if you sign them" " I don't care" "Steve might sign them you know, Tony is compromising with him" She tried again " So ? If he signed them I have to do the same ? I don't think so, I don't believe in what the Accords stands for" "It's better than being a vigilante though" "I'm a shield agent and you know it" "Stella It doesn't exist anymore" Natasha tried to reasoned with her but th eyoung girl was stubborn. "It's not because It doesn't exist in the public eye that It's deand and you know It Nat" " There is really no way of changing your mind then ? " "Not a single thing" The girls were interrupt by Sam's arrival they both noticed his sulking mood " What's wrong Sam ? " "They won't give us our stuff back" "It's what being a vigilante cost you" Ntashed piped, earning a dark glare from Sam who was still mourning the lost of his belongings " At least I left my lil Red Wing home" " Are you still calling that things that ? It's a toy" teased Stella " Oh a toy really ? That's rich coming from the girls who named her guns" retorted Sam "Let Eddie out of this !" " Just saying" Sam chuckled " Looks like Steve and Tony are done" he stated regaining seriousness. He and Stella joined Steve at the same time that Tony were leaving the room. They all waited to see Bucky psych evaluation except they couldn't hear the sound thar were coming from the tv screen before the glass wall until the blond girl came with a paper for the boys stugg and she hacked the channel for them. Stella hoewever did not missd Steve staring at the girl a little bit longer " Somebody's got a crush on missie blondie" Steve just rolled his eyes and ignored the girl. The psychiatrist was starting to talk to Bucky. Stella could feel that something was off about him. Everyone was focusing on the screens. Bucky looks like he wanted to be anywhere but here with this man. " I don't like it" Stella nudged Steve "Huh ? " " Something feels odd don't you..." She had no time to finish her sentence that the lights were flickering and everything went black and alarms were ringing. "Shit" Stella screamed. Sharon quickly gave them the location of Bucky' s room, Steve Sam and Stella took no time to run there. "You know I should be a medium" Stella said while running " What are you talking about" exclaimed Sam " I knew something bad were going to happen. I should redirect myself into a seer career if all of this goes down" " STELLA not the time" scolded Steve. She almost feel ashamed at her own words. She needs to have her head in the game and quickly. Who knows what's happening to Bucky.

So It’s the first time that I published something that i have written, I know that there is some spelling errors or others but keep in mind that English isn’t my first language and let me know if you have any critisism or advice !   

Wanda.

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