#impossible yuri i guess !!!!!!!!

[eeblouissant]

tonight’s insane & crazy not at all real or comprehensible delusions

I’m so normal I swear

[wizardyke]

manga ive read this year (in order i remember them)

completed/caught up:

dunmeshi

chainsaw man

strawberry shake sweet!

refreshing summer

nana

i want to trouble komada-san

fukutsu no zono

the summer hikaru died

yet to finish:

one piece (chapter 700)

princess jellyfish (chapter 44)

[tempestmothstorm]

So satchely did a little interview on twitter which you should check out but one of the questions was about some fantasy au stuff and my own au is like so so close to being the same it’s wild. Like Monika is the only off base one in terms of classes and the others are just slightly off and it feels insane

[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[ltechofficial]

Does L-Tech have any insurance in there programing to ensure there software isn't used by malicious (well, i guess in this case more malicious) actors for traditional corporate crime ala corporate espionage? Also, what kind of security is in place (if any) to insure valuable L-Tech equipment cant be compromised by malicious agents outside of working hours?

I need the tech knowledgeable people to help me with what the exact methods would be but they are extremely serious about securing their program in multiple ways

1. Software is proprietary and heavily encrypted

2. It takes a huge amount of data or access to L-Techs cloud software to run the complex and purposefully non-optimized software. OSeditor looks simple on the user end but is constantly iterated on and bloated with tweaks and from the complexity of successfully interfacing w an outside entities mind

3. The install requires multiple written guides that explain things not available in the software itself, so even if you crack the program, you also need the internal literature to operate it correctly. I think many unauthorized users are stopped by accidentally hypnotizing themselves

4. There are some basic commands built into the hypnosis and a handful of top secret number combinations that can affect an OS without their admins approval.

5. They have government support and support from other large corporate entities to discourage the spread of information about OSeditor

6. They work hard to deincentivize corporate espionage resulting from employee dissatisfaction or disloyalty... the perks are very high and if anyone seems like a risk for disloyalty, you can always tweak them a little... Which can make them into a very useful double agent

Its still not impossible for hackers to mess with it ofc... there's always people working hard to undermine L-Tech despite all the hoops... many T4T yuri hacker couples

[yuri-is-online]

Hello Yuri!! Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve it, your writing is amazing and makes me so happy whenever you post something new! (・∀・)

If it’s alright, could I request Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi and Cater Diamond with prompt four if that’s okay? About the reader meeting someone at the ball and ranting to the boys about them.

Thank you so much in advance, and congratulations again!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

4. You met someone really wonderful at the Masquerade Ball and have been ranting about how he was totally the love of your life to your abnormally quiet friend. Actually, wasn't he invited too? Maybe you should ask him how that went.

Hello Rhea! It's always a pleasure to see you in my notifications, though you did give me a bit of whiplash with how fast this request came in (;ﾞ°´ω°´) It makes me very happy to hear I have managed to make you happy, I hope you like this post too. Also thank you very much for the kind words, they made me feel much better.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, I know the prompt says "quiet" but these three are sort of the chatty type so it's more like dodging the question (sorry), the other event requests can be found on my masterlist here. There's a movie reference hidden here (kind of) that if someone gets I'll probably scream idk.

Ace

There is a god in some sort of heaven and he hates Ace Trappola. Well maybe not a god, maybe it's just Riddle, and he certainly doesn't hate him, Ace is just being dramatic. But there has to be some sort of rule Riddle is breaking here, seriously what beacon of morals and etiquette sits pretending to sip tea while obviously eve's dropping on what should be a terribly private conversation. It's a nightmare made substantially worse by just how long he has been wanting to have this talk.

"Honestly I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, I thought Crowley was just going to put on a cheap tacky formal, not an actual ball with proper costumes." You feel light headed with joy for a change, technically half of the things you've experienced in this world you never would have in yours but a real, fancy Masquerade somehow felt more surreal than the overblots or flying brooms. Maybe it was because you had seen pictures of real ball costumes and masks that made it feel more tangible, like this was something you really were meant to be a part of.

"The costuming was indeed very impressive." Riddle swirls his cup just gently enough to avoid spilling his precious tea whilst making sure to pour Ace's all over the Heartslabyul lounge. "I was surprised at how impossible it was to tell who was who."

"I know! That's the whole problem." You practically jump up from the couch, before remembering yourself and settling down again. Ace notices you still move subconsciously closer to him, even if your silly head doesn't know just who he is. Or would it be was?

"Is it really?" Ace really wishes you weren't so used to ignoring his whining. "The entire point of a Masquerade is to be anonymous, isn't that why you and Deuce thought it was 'romantic.'" He had wanted to have this talk in Ramshackle where it was guaranteed to be private- scratch that he wanted to have it last night while he was trying to imagine what your eyes looked like under your mask. What they would look like if he moved his aside and just said what he was trying to for once instead of flirting more with the subtext than you.

"Well yeah I guess." You mumble. Your chest has been tied up in funny knots and Ace's unenthusiastic tone isn't helping with the pain. "But it's driving me insane to think I could have met my soul mate and all I know about him is that he makes a really attractive clown." Riddle chokes, tea cup clanking onto it's saucer as he politely tries to pass off his laugh as a cough. "Well not just that..." you mumble, closing your eyes to conjure up the memory of the jester who had produced a rose from behind your ear and insisted on leaving it there for luck.

"What sort of luck?" He held onto the rose just a second too long for your poor heart to bear, you swear he could feel it if he pressed his fingers that much closer to your pulse point.

"Well mine of course, how else am I supposed to find you when this is over." It's odd not to see the man's lips, your heart tells you it suspects he's smiling but it won't confirm it.

"That's not luck!" You laugh. "That's cheating!" He shrugs, as if to say he knows, that's the whole point. As if to say it's worth it to break the rules where you're concerned. It's daring, the way he holds you as you dance, the way your heart is screaming for you to just-

"I should have kissed him." You groan, remembering how Grim had charged in between you and your date screaming about how he'd never approve or something dumb like that. Just who did he think he was anyway?

"Well then why don't you!" Ace cringes as he says it, neck beet red as you go to sass him back before the oddly serious nature of his tone and the implication of his syntax force you to stop. Riddle's exit barely registers as you stare each other down, Ace from the corner of his eye and you with the full force you can gather.

"Would you have let me?" You whisper. A familiar touch lights just behind your ear, pressing in this time to trace the speed of your heartbeat.

"Only one way to find out, prefect." You expect him to run. Make some sort of joke about how he was pranking you, or say kissing before marriage being against the rules. But he doesn't. He waits, perhaps in the way he has been since the first night he showed up at Ramshackle, collared and crabby, just waiting for you to close the gap.

And embrace you as you fall.

Ruggie

Ramshackle was closer to the main castle than Savanaclaw. That was the excuse Ruggie had used to get you to agree to let him crash there, in his mind anyway. Really, all he had needed to do was ask, but you know that's not exactly how he works. Your relationship has always been a series of scratches, offers of give and take that tend to be minor but offer just enough of a technicality for true feelings to remain hidden just out of sight. That doesn't change how surreal it is to see him here so late, or the sharp contrast between all the stiff collars and plaster faces you both had been drowning in just a moment ago and the worn gym clothes you both wear for pajamas.

"Man I'm beat." Ruggie says, sinking into the couch. You aren't in much better shape, if he wasn't taking up a part of it you would be sprawled face down across the length the couch. Instead, you satisfy yourself with curling up into the far corner. You have a dreamy smile on your face, content like how he usually looks when he eats a large meal, or when he thinks you aren't looking.

"I think I found your soul mate hanging around the buffet tables tonight." You lazily tease, tracing nonsensical shapes on the floor to amuse the nervous energy from your earlier encounter.

"Oh yeah?" Ruggie sounds vaguely intrigued, but he doesn't move much. If anything he settles his neck more firmly into the sofa back, eyes intentionally trained on the ceiling. "What makes you say that?"

"He was stealing all the apple fritters." You say, dreamy smile widening when Ruggie snorts. "Too bad I intend on stealing him from you."

"Do you now." He murmurs, head tilting back down into his palm. He rests his elbow on his knee, but he doesn't look at you, not immediately. Your well into your little rant before he does.

"Well at first I was just going to steal the food-" that was the whole reason he had wanted to stay here, the two of you had hatched a plan weeks ago to smuggle in some containers and smuggle out as much food from the banquet hall as possible and it just made more sense to take it to Ramshackle "but he offered to give it to me so long as I danced with him." There is a container of said fritters in between you both, sticky with caramelized sugar and a good reminder of just how expensive the Masquerade Ball must have been to throw. It's odd to have food last so long in Ramshackle, odder still with Ruggie so close.

"Nice try." You said. "But you won't trick me like that. My friend trained me well and I need to bring those back to him."

"Are you sure about that?" The man's voice is muffled by his mask, white plaster forming three faces obscuring any meaningful detail of his real looks. He's radiant, something about the way he's managing to thread the needle through the crowd despite his exaggerated mask is holding all your attention despite Ruggie's warnings. You're supposed to be competing to see who would bring the most food home, but instead you're dancing in the arms of someone else, laughing as he kisses your hand when he dips you in tune with the song. "Your friend is missing out, I have the best tasting thing in the ballroom right here."

"I'm sorry I was so distracted I only managed to snag a couple things. Did you get anything good?" You roll out of the corner closer to the center, just out of his reach but oh so obtainable.

"Nope~" he says, letting the word pop and looking away with more shame than you have seen on his face... ever now that you think about it. "I uhh. I may have... also.. gotten distracted." Both of you look at the single container of apple fritters, suddenly very much aware that neither of you actually brought anything else back to your dorm.

"Laugh with me." You try to protest but Ruggie has both your fingers up to your lips, his trademark smirk looks good on you, he wishes he could take a picture. "Embarrassed prefect? You shouldn't be so worried, I told you how I felt didn't I?"

"But you don't know how I taste!" You manage to wail and he finally cracks, shaking with laughter and letting you curl your blanket around you in a ball of embarrement. You stay like that for a good long while, trying to beat down the smile that twitches at the corner of your mouth until Ruggie reaches over to unwrap you casing and pull your head into his lap.

"Well then, maybe you should let me test you." He's wrong you think as your lips meet, Ruggie has got to taste much sweeter.

Cater

"Well someone looks like they had fun last night~" Cater says and you giggle in response. He allows himself to pause before he continues, Cater really hates the sound of his own voice. How anyone can stand him is beyond him, and he knows the conversation he's about to have has a pretty good chance- no.

It's going to destroy the carefully built illusion he's woven around your "friendship" even if you react positively. Losing you would be painful, but keeping you in the dark would be even worse. He has to play this smart, play you correctly so he can try and keep your eyes with him even if they only look at the superficial face he wears.

Yes, Cater has to play you carefully, but he is off to a bad start. You know before he sits down that something is wrong, it's written all over his face sewn into his unwashed hair and dark circles under his eyes.

"I want to say 'you too' but honestly you look exhausted Cater, you sure you want to be awake right now?" You don't want to press him in case that makes him run, but you also know Cater a bit better than he wants to acknowledge. You don't really think the bit of yourself you have to share will help soothe him, but he goes along with his script anyway.

"Seriously, you worry too much!" He can't say about me because he wants your worries, and he knows that denial would crack his mask. "Besides I've just been dying to hear about the dance, you seemed really excited to go!" There's a sparkle in your eyes, a flush to your cheeks that he desperately wishes he had put there.

"It went well." That’s all you can bring yourself to say as your hands go to fiddle absent mindedly with the sleeves of your blazer.

"That's good?" He tries to poke at the topic but you don't go further. "Or was is it not good and you just don't want to think about it?"

"No! No it's just. I met someone. Or I think I did anyway." Cater blinks. Once. Twice. Three times just for luck because he knows, or at least he thinks he knows, that he was the only one with you all night. What you're saying just can't be right, there's no way you didn't know it was him all night. "He was just so easy to talk to! I completely lost track of time and didn't meet up with anyone else..." Your little embarrassed smile confirms it, you didn't know. He laughs.

"Sorry," he doesn't mean that "you're just too cute Yuu." He pulls his phone from his pocket as you desperately stutter.

"Look I'm really sorry I know I said I'd look for you, Riddle, and Trey but I was just... I don't know, moonstruck?" He laughs more, practically chokes as he quickly types an apology to Trey and savors your embarrassment just a moment longer.

"Don't you mean starstruck?" He teases and you suddenly find a bit of your fight back and fiercely shake your head.

"No way! That's for famous people. Moonstruck is for when you're overcome with ridiculous love for someone even if you don't know them." You pout and Cater looks at his phone, not to do anything really just to center himself and his thoughts. He has a choice to make, and he doesn't know where either path will go.

"Are you alright?" Cater should have known you would find him, there should be something scary with how unconsciously in tune with him you are. He doesn't say anything, but that doesn't seem to discourage you. You settle yourself next to him, sitting quietly keeping him company until he's ready to speak.

"It's all just a bit too much." He gestures vaguely at the room, uncertain why he's decided to speak about this now and not run from it. "Everyone's here wearing masks and hiding themselves like it's a fun thing to do."

"It can be." You say calmly. "But always dressing like this would be a lot." You look over the crowd with the stranger, the conversation lulls, and you try to examine the man's costume for a hint of what might be best to say. "You know," your voice is uncertain, but the words that come to you aren't ones you don't believe in, "everyone wears a mask sometimes, especially when they're afraid or lonely." The man says nothing, but something about the way he sits suggests you still have his attention. "You're not obligated to remove those masks for anyone, it has to be done when you are ready to accept the consequences of how other people will see you."

Cater isn't ready. He somehow doubts he ever will be. He wishes there was a way to confess this with a guarantee that the consequences won't burn him.

"You weren't the only one moonstruck." You look hopeful almost, exactly like you did when you'd pulled him from his corner to dance. Exactly the same as when you had when he had teasingly pulled your mask aside to kiss you, the same cute look he would never be sorry to see on your face. "Say are you busy prefect? I think there's something I need to tell you."

[baenyth]

My Takes on the Miraculous MC Ships because Why Not

More specifically the big ones. Not stuff like Marirose or Marikim.

Adrienette/The Love Square as a whole: I've already done a post on each facet of the Love Square but I'm adding on this: I think no matter which way you slice it, Adrienette is a doomed relationship and the best case scenario is for them to break up asap. They're made for eachother in that if they get married the it will unleash the Chaos Heart and consequently create the Void to end all realities.

Alyanette: Had an incredible amount of potential back in season 1! Based on Dark Cupid I'm pretty sure Alya was crushing on Marinette, and I could see it working out. The two match eachother's freaks. Alya is literally the Lois Lane to Marinette's Superman, and it could be great.

Adrino: For whatever reason I can't see it. I can see both Adrien and Nino dating men, but I guess my brain's hooked on the two being just friends.

Ninette: I can see this, however. I'm not sure if Marinette and Nino being childhood friends is something the fandom made up or canon but I can see it and adore it. I love a good childhood friend romance.

Chlodrien: Chloe's a lesbian dating Sabrina, even if she doesn't know it yet.

Chloenette: Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if Chloe's targeting of Marinette was a crush she has yet to compartmentalize. I doubt it would happen, though.

Liladrien: Nah, Adrien's been through enough.

Lilanette: This seems completely impossible, but I have a specific idea for it that's super-toxic yuri. Lila somehow manages to succeed in isolating Marinette from her friends, and then shifts gears to fuck with Marinette's psyche by intentionally getting exposed and "bonding" with Marinette, isolating her from her classmates even more. I feel like this will inevitably end in Marinette dying, though.

Lukanette: Oh baby we've reached the romantic rivals! Two of my favorite characters. They're so cool! But yeah. Lukanette. Marinette hooks up with someone she isn't obsessed with to a stalkerish degree. He'd act as a grounding anchor to her, too. Marinette could be anxiety spiraling and Luka would just play a few chords to set her back in the real world. He's dreamy, he's kindhearted, he's understanding, he's patient, he plays guitar, he dances, he has a sense of humor, he's got daddy issues, you get Juleka as a sister-in-law, what's not to love? That he ain't in a perfume ad? That he didn't hand you an umbrella when it was raining? Marinette fumbled the perfect boy. What the fuck.

Adrigami: Kagami, my beloved. Adrigami too, my beloved. I'm not at Tomoe levels of hyping up this ship, but it's still great. The difference between Kagami and Marinette, Lila, and Chloe is that Kagami loves Adrien for who he is. She doesn't love Adrien as a popular model or status symbol, but as a human being. The "get to know Adrien" scene in the breakup episode was evidence of it. Yes, she was a little forceful but I don't think Adrien Agreste or Chat Noir are who Adrien really is. If Adrien figured out who he truly is, he'd trans her gender. And Kagami would be there for her. She's bi, she's happy to see the true Adrien, it would be yuri. Now if Adrien could just realize Kagami's has all the girlbossing skills of Ladybug but actually loves him, grumblegrumble.

Zoenette: Unfortunately doesn't have much going for me. I think the issue is that I still don't feel like I know Zoe like I know the other characters. It always feels like not even she knows her identity. I know she likes acting and hid her personality from others, but that's about it. Maybe it would be like Marinette helping Zoe figure out her identity but Marinette already has enough on her plate.

Felinette: I can't see this either aside from an alternate timeline where Felix gets the black cat instead of Adrien. And even then it would be unhealthy as hell based on what we've seen of Felix. The Donatello Versus of Miraculous.

Lukadrien: Oh baby we are so fucking back Ahem. Out of all the big MC ships, Lukadrien's definitely my favorite. I used to be a staunch supporter of Lukanette and Adrigami primarily, but the more I thought about it, the more I gravitated towards the gay variants. It came to me when I was analyzing Luka's character and adding depth where it might not be there and I ended up coming to the conclusion that Luka and Adrien have a lot in common to bond over. They're both kindhearted, but also depressed at least partly from their deadbeat dad. With the two of them dating, they both get the companionship they desperately need. Plus Adrien can be part of Kitty Section as he should! And there's parallels to Julerose, the best ship in Miraculous! Not to mention when Adrien comes out as trans Luka will definitely be there for her! Luka uses any pronouns. When you have the psychic ability to hear people's inner songs, gender doesn't matter much. This too, is yuri.

Marigami: The counterpart to Lukadrien, and I'll admit I didn't see it at first. I know Kagami and Marinette have feelings for eachother, even if Mari doesn't realize it, but what makes it so peak, Bethany? It dawned on me eventually that Marigami is like Alyanette but I like it even more. Kagami matches Marinette's freak, as well as an anchor for Marinette's anxiety, plus I feel Kagami would push Marinette to be better than Alya does. I love Alya but she can be an enabler for Marinette's bad actions at points.

Lukadrienette: We've reached the polycules, ladies, gentlemen, and the Third Party. And it's amazing. Who knew all you had to do to get me into canon Adrienette is throw someone else in there? Luka anchor's Marinette's anxiety and cools her before she can do anything reckless, as well as being there for Adrien, and he gets two people that love him in return! My only concern is what happens to Kagami? Who will she find love with?

Adrigaminette: The foil to Adrigaminette. All three of them are in love with eachother (well, if Adrien discovers Marinette is Ladybug or we're in the reversal or something.) Kagami and Adrien gain companionship while Marinette gets someone to anchor and better her. Although like with Lukadrienette, I have to wonder what Luka's doing. I came to the conclusion that he's severely depressed, does he have someone of his own? Or at least a good friend group?

Lukadrigaminette: And finally, the big one. All four of them are here. It's got the benefits of Lukadrienette and Adrigaminette together. Plus, even if Luka or Kagami alone can't prevent Adrien and Marinette from getting toxic and causing the apocalypse, maybe they can do it together! It's my favorite out of all these ships! The only issue I have is that I can't really see the Lukagami portion working out, but who knows? Maybe they can charm eachother as well.

[xinnamonbun]

I need to do this for science.

I was curious about this because I've seen a LOT of different headcannons with Suitloon as well as headcannons when it comes to Balloon and Suitcase respectively. I'd like to know which is the ABSOLUTE most popular take!

Edit: just realized I COMPLETELY forgot to do the straights if only one of them is trans, so if you think "Straight (FTM Balloon; Cis Suitcase)"OR "Straight (Cis Balloon; MTF Suitcase)" then...uh... figure it out I guess?

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Reblogging is MUCH appreciated since it makes the sample size bigger!

[randomficrecss]

OtaYuri Fic Rec

I haven’t actually read that many OtaYuri fics but these are my favorites!

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset by dawnstruck

T | 13.8K | 1/1 | Slowburn, Hurt/Comfort

Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.

Part 1 of Demi!Yuri

Under your skin the moon is alive by dawnstruck

E | 14.8K | 1/1 | NSFW

Long distance relationships aren't easy, but that just means they've got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more.

Part 2 of Demi!Yuri

Once Mine, Now Yours by TripCreates

T | 7.9K | 3/3 | Fluff

"You’ll have to come here to get it,” Yuri wrote.
Otabek smiled at the lack of denial Yuri showed for taking the scarf. “Maybe I will.”
“Try and take it back if you can.”
Otabek stared at his phone screen. Wait, was Yuri flirting with him?

Or while scrolling through Instagram, Otabek realizes where his missing scarf went.

i walk my days on a wire by idrilka

E | 14.5K | 2/2 | NSFW

“Asia sucked without you,” Yuri admits eventually after a moment, as he falls backwards onto the bed, his t-shirt riding up. It must be still hot in Saint Petersburg, if the forecast is to be believed, but Yuri has the hood up, obscuring his face at this angle. “But we all went back to the hot spring run by Katsuki’s family after the Fukuoka show, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

A story of a relationship, told in photographs and Skype calls.

anywhere i go, there you are by astrid_fischer

M | 24K | 1/1 | Slow Burn

There must have been a moment. When everything changed, whether or not he knew it. There must have been, but it’s impossible to find now. The full-color truth of it is already saturating a slideshow of black and white mental images and he can’t remember what they looked like before.

or: it takes yuri plisetsky three years to realize he’s in love with his best friend.

chasing fireflies by copperwings

M | 26.7K | 3/3 | Strangers to lovers, angst, fluff

Yuri has never been good with social interactions or with people in general. But there is a staring contest with Mila’s former classmate Otabek in a dingy diner at 2 AM, and then all of a sudden this Otabek guy wants to hang out with him… Motorcycle rides, sticky watermelon kisses and summer shenanigans ensue, and they spend the summer building their relationship while Yuri tries to come to terms with the fact that he just doesn’t fit into the norms of society.

Or: the fic in which Yuri is neuroatypical and a demisexual, and Otabek is just generally awesome and endlessly patient.

[darkenforcer]

he feels a nudge against his hand.

it isn't like waking up from a dream. there aren't any dreams in death. apparently, it's a whole lot of nothing. completely empty. indescribably empty, though he wouldn't have ever noticed in normal circumstances. there's no sensation to feel or miss... until there is, once life returns and death becomes a sorry state of its own. its nothingness becomes a memory, and the dread of having experienced it at all hits in an instant. yuri can't help but wonder if that's how hell's supposed to be.

another nudge.

...repede?

a reactionary bark suggests he'd said it aloud-- without thinking, considering it's difficult to do much of that at the moment. just about everything is overloading his senses; the light beaming across the room (from a window, he presumes), his organs sputtering back to normal, each twitch of a muscle triggering an explosion of sore nerves. frankly, it sucks.

the dog barks again, a persistent nose bumping into his palm, and yuri's chest aches. he'd been so caught up with dam-bi... god, he can't even begin to imagine the sort of hurt he must've put him through again. without flynn around, yuri's the only close tie he has left, and he...

"hey--" a wince, chest and back protesting against his rise, and his words toiling through gravel, "hey, it's okay, repede... i'm fine. i'm awake." i'm alive.

where is here, anyway? he has to lift a leaden arm to block out the sunlight as his bleary gaze travels across the space... it's too bare to be dar's room, that's for sure... oh. he's in archimedes. his room in name only. it scarcely meant anything to him then, and it means even less now. honestly? there's a comfort in that. a guilty comfort in not having to see anyone else yet, but a comfort nonetheless.

...and as much as he'd like to rot for another few hours, he knows he can't.

...because if he's back from the dead, that means...

yuri bites the inside of his cheek, absently rubbing his blastia with a thumb. he wants to see dar (of course he does), but how's he supposed to face the man now?

how the hell are you supposed to face someone you love after they died? he'd never blame yuri for his own actions, but the swordsman should've told him, at least. should've been there so he wouldn't have had to succumb to one of his biggest fears alone...!

suddenly, he chokes.

...'love'? he'd almost missed it... came naturally as anything, though. like he'd known all along, and had only put a name to it now.

ha. right. as if this couldn't get any worse, he's in love. whatever that means.

........fuck.

his head falls into his hands, black hair cascading forward, concealing the scrunched features lying beneath.

dar'khol's probably waiting for him, along with everyone else -- do they know yuri died? he hopes not -- and dam-bi's still at large, too. he can't go into battle like this. he could try, but he'd only wind up taking another dirt nap. still, what else is he supposed to do!? sit back while more people are slaughtered!?

there's a low whine at his side and yuri sighs, hands resigning to his lap as the bed dips and insistent, doting licks graze his cheek...

"i know. you wanna see dar, right?" not bringing attention to himself, his salty skin, or the congestion lining his words. "we'll meet up and... and figure it out, i guess. like always. assuming he isn't out there getting himself killed again."

he quiets. the energy's better spent on standing -- a herculean effort in its own right, impossible without repede's help -- and tottering toward the door where an unscathed second star awaits, propped against the wall. he doesn't know how he makes it down the hall, but he does, and eventually stumbles outside.

(a quick stop to check the damage across his torso was attempted, but he couldn't stomach it for long. it doesn't matter; hardly worth mentioning, in fact).

mercifully, the crisp autumn air numbs his scars somewhat, heavy as it is with dam-bi's curse. even then, monsters lurk, phantom pains persist, and a great deal of distance remains between himself and his destination.

that, yuri can handle. the reunion waiting on the other end, however? well, he-- if dar'khol's okay, that's all that matters... right?

[sweetbottletops]

Girls tent! And it's a small one so maybe just theirs? Manifesting. Also, in my headcanon Aya is wearing Mitsuki's hoodie. That does not look sized right for her or a style she'd own either.

Ch. 83

I did not have "Narita chapter" on my bingo card, but he has been showing up in the ads more than the other school aged characters and has been around since early on so it's to be expected.

Oh geez. So nosy and direct.

At least Joe knows better than to imply anything should be aimed towards Aya or Mitsuki. I don't blame him for being curious about someone with Narita's social class spending his time as he is.

When we first met Narita he had, based on surface appearance and stereotypes, judged that Mitsuki would have her homework done, be smart enough worth copying, and be a pushover. His pride was hurt when Aya made an unusual alliance by jumping in to tell him off. And he was later jealous of boy!Mitsuki's shopkeeper look for a hot second before correctly identifying what was really going on there.

He's big into observing people. Less into pursuing anyone himself.

Narita seemed to be flattered (flowers) that Joe thinks he'd be popular romantically. Hmmm. He's got little cupid wings on the back of his hoodie.

Teen!Joe tried to impress girls with Western music mixtapes? No wonder he was suspicious when Mitsuki had a shared playlist with a mystery person. That's his go to move!

Underclassmen Kanna had control from the very start. That's all I'm hearing from this. Joe's relationship woes is like red meat to Narita.

Narita has never given off that energy, but Joe thinks his work here is done. No, you just gave him ammunition.

More into what, Narita? Guys? His eyes are following Joe out. Milfs? He did compliment honorary Milf Kanna.

Watching?

"Gyaah!" Hurry, Narita. Your favorite plot is progressing without you.

Whatever he expected to walk in on was not... that.

The bug has been a yuri enabler in his stead. His work has already been done.

Narita couldn't have done a better job of cupid himself. He is not going to interrupt this scene further. *insert creepy watching face*

Fresh from the scene with Mitsuki and Aya progressing he immediately tries a line on Kanna to get Joe antagonized. Kanna is impossible to romance as expected, but Joe is extremely easy to get wound up. As expected.

Maybe Joe should make more an effort. So far Kanna has waited six years, crossed an ocean, been Mitsuki's confidant, stepped in as an unpaid employee, and has talked Joe off of several Mitsuki related cliffs. Maybe try a few lines on her for old time's sake.

And after lobbing that bomb in Narita watches the carnage.

It's only day 1 and Joe has been stirred up by Narita already. Aya and Mitsuki seem to be self propelling at this point. I guess we'll see which progresses more.

They are camping as I had hoped. Not exactly glamping but they have facilities there and camp chairs and drinks so they aren't roughing it. Any rougher and Aya wouldn't make it.

Aya and Mitsuki's tent is pretty small so maybe they'll have three tents. Or not if Joe has been that inept. I really thought Joe and Kanna were at a tent sharing stage, but maybe not. Fix this, Narita. For the sake of yuri.

[lou-is-lurking]

20 questions for writers

thanks so much for tagging me, @they-lived 💜💜💜

These questions looked vaguely familiar, so I checked and found I answered an almost identical version here. It's been three years since then tho (??? sounds fake tbh), so some answers will be different (and some won't), so here we go

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 24

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 117,073

3. What fandoms do you write for? Yuri on Ice still owns my ass

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No Nut November [Otayuri, E]

Jacky's and Becky's Bizarre Adventures [Otapliroy, T]

The Waiting Game [Otayuri, E]

Perfect Storm [Otayuri, E]

Off-Season Gossip [Otapliroy, M]

5. Do you respond to comments?

Almost always, but I'm sometimes still as slow about it as I was three years ago whoops 😅

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Still this one: Stuck making Excuses

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhh.I really don't know. Maybe No Nut November? Or Kiss it Better? Or even Not According to Plan? All the Friends to Lovers ones lol

8. Do you get hate on fics? No. Bless smaller, quieter fandoms lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah. Still the kinky kind, mostly. Which apparently was also my answer last time I did these questions, but I was Offended (affectionately) when @weeheilandcoo recently challenged me to "write normal sex" as if I never do that??? Which, uhhhhh, it seems I actually do not? So... Yeah. ("Vanilla??? SAD.")

10. Do you write crossovers?

Still only got that lone Yoi/Buffy crossover deep down in my WIP folder (tho apparently I worked on it sometime in October 2022 cos that's the date of the latest version lmao)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, actually! The first was Kiss It Better, translated to Russian and poted to ficbook Here.

Then this year No Nut November and Turn Down the Heat were also translated to Russian and posted on AO3 - with custom fanart / headers! 🥰 Awesome experience everytime, everyone was super sweet <3 <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, not fic at least. I've done a few co-writing projects for other stuff, but most of the time it didn't really work out / wasn't for me. Only exception: A short story for one of my Vampire the Masquearde RPG campaigns that I wrote together with a friend a long time ago. Batshit insane stuff. Good times. 😆

14. What is your all-time favorite ship? Otapliroy (and any other combination of these 3 boys)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO. MANY. UHHHHHGGGG 😭😭😭 Side-eying my 50s AU, specifically.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor. Banter. Dialogue in general, I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

To actually fucking write lmao. Finishing a story to the point of being presentable. Also, pacing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Can work really well. Can also be fucking hilarious if the translation isn't accurate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Some vampire show for kids when I was seven or eight. Not sure if that counts since I wasn't even aware of 'fandom' back then 😅

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Impossible to choose, would pick a different one every day lmao. But I've been having a lot of Pliroy thoughts lately so maybe today I'd pick Symbiosis .

Tagging any mutuals and followers who want to play! Feel free to tag me in your posts I' wanna'd love to read your answers 💜

[fanofstuff01]

This is random, but...

DO YOU REMEMBER DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB? And if you do... what about an AU with that?

Adam - MC, Eve - Sayori, Lute - Natsuki, Lilith - Yuri and Lucifer - Monika.

Basically... EVERYONE IS OUT FOR ADAM XD

@adambrainrot

GOD HOW CAN I FORGET!

It’s one of my favorite games lmao, I can play it all the time.

Also this AU is great!! Sayori as Lute is perfect lol, also Monika as Lucifer fits too.

Though I’d have something else than having Lucifer go away permanently or be as creepy, I want an happy ending •>•

Though I guess it’s near impossible to make it and still stay in DDLC universe.

[the-lit-club-osddid-edition]

Hiyo! :) I have another horror film recommendation, this one for Yuri and Natsuki (if you're interested).

There's a 1999 flick called "Ravenous," centered around a Mexican-American War general, exiled to a remote outpost in the Rockies due to showing cowardice during a massacre of his unit, who then crosses paths with someone claiming to be from a group of white settlers who was duped by another army general into taking an impossible route to Oregon--one that left the whole party so cold and hungry that he, the lone survivor, turned to cannibalism to survive. In the course of trying to get to the bottom of the matter, however, the exiled general begins to suspect that something much darker and more supernatural is afoot--especially after he begins to feel many of the same urges.

As you might guess, there's a good amount of cannibalism and gore in the film, mixed in with some pretty potent social commentary and thematic musings about the legacy of Manifest Destiny on American history. Since Yuri was so interested in cannibalism and Natsuki in gorier films with body counts, I figured this one might be right up your alleys, too. :) It's a pretty solid film that's garnered quite the cult following over the years, one I'd recommend watching at least once for sure.

HELLOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

I told them about it and tbh I'm kinda interested too!! I think we'll make it a movie/date night when we can get all four of us in front at once!!!!

also the YanSim girlz say hiiiiii (Nikimori (Ayano) and Osana, with Yuno Gasai as an honorary member)

[prairiesongserial]

24.21

Vanya cackled as the cardinal wrenched a row of seats out of the floor, bolts popping.

“Man, what is your deal?” he said. He didn’t bother with German or Italian, but the cardinal still seemed to understand him perfectly.

“I’m an agent of the Vatican,” she replied, also in Russian. She hurled the row of seats at Vanya. He dodged, but the impact of the seats made the whole train car rattle in place, including his teeth.

The cardinal darted back in for another round of close combat before Vanya could formulate a reply. Vanya was forced to focus all his attention on the fight. He swung his gun up to deflect a blow, wincing as the delicate instrument gained a new dent in the shape of the cardinal’s fist.

“Say, what do you think about–” Vanya cut off as he dodged a strike. “--shooting each other like civilized people?”

“I prefer not to,” the cardinal said flatly.

“Well then, you should really consider surrendering.”

Vanya parried a strike of the cardinal’s hand, the muscles in his arm bulging with the amount of force necessary to stop himself from being bowled over. He thought he heard a seam pop in his sleeve.

“Surrender is not in my best interest,” said the cardinal.

Vanya was getting tired, going blow for blow. He dodged out of the cardinal’s way and put some distance between them again. The cardinal heaved another row of seats into the air and tossed it; Vanya ducked down, and the seats sailed into the doorway with another tooth-rattling clatter.

“What did you say your name was again?” Vanya asked her. “Salome, right?”

“And you are Ivan Gusev,” said Salome. “A Russian agent for nine years and one half of a Special Team for four. Your Special Team partner is Yuri Ostrovsky. You were personally responsible for the Helsinki fiasco and the assassination of Anastas Radulov.”

“I wouldn’t have used the word ‘fiasco,’ but other than that small error, you speak Russian remarkably well. May I ask how long your Revered Reverend Eminence has studied?”

“That question cannot be answered.”

Vanya dodged another blow; he hadn’t been careful, and he’d let Salome get close again. He was huffing and puffing with effort, muscles trembling under the impossible amount of force Salome was able to command with just her fists. Vanya was going to be covered in bruises.

It was spooky how nothing seemed to so much as wind Salome. There wasn’t a single drop of sweat on her face, and no color either. Even vampires could turn red, if you put the effort in. Dirty jokes sometimes did the trick.

“Why? Would that be fraternization?” he asked, voice strained. “We’re all Hemisphere, here, there’s no need to be shy.”

Somewhere on the train, there was the sound of gunfire. Vanya used the half-second that Salome was distracted to put some distance between them again. He struggled to catch his breath.

“That’ll be our better halves,” he said. “Let me guess–you two also decided to flank us. That’s funny. Despite our best efforts, it’ll be a fair fight, eh?”

Salome didn’t reply. The gunfire overhead was slow and measured. Shot, aim, shot. Vanya could almost fill in the picture of what was happening up there. He could hear the difference between Yuri’s sniper rifle and Frankie’s handgun. She had the advantage of the right gun for the job, but Yuri had a decent chance. You couldn’t beat his marksmanship or his cool head.

Vanya was too slow dodging the next seat Salome chucked his way; it clipped him, and he went down hard in the aisle, head buzzing. The seat bounced off an overhead luggage rack and fell right in front of him, nearly hitting him twice.

Vanya’s pulse hammered in his ears. His sleeves were falling off, he realized. He tore the excess fabric away, which only revealed just how bruised his arms were. Salome stalked toward him down the aisle, each footstep a metallic clang.

“You hear that?” Vanya asked.

Salome stopped a few feet away.

“Be more specific,” she said.

“No more gunfire,” Vanya said with a groan. He’d fallen on his wrist; it was definitely broken. He gritted his teeth and powered through, even though trying to bear weight with that hand threatened to white his vision out with pain. “Who do you think won?”

Salome hesitated. Then she stalked forward again without answering.

Vanya rattled off a barrage of machine gun fire–maybe fifteen bullets–before the gun jammed on him. He’d been using it as a bludgeon, so fair was fair. All fifteen tore through the train seat between him and Salome, and all fifteen buried themselves somewhere in her body.

Salome staggered a few steps back. She made a soft grunt, then stood still. Vanya took his time getting to his feet. It was impressive that Salome was still standing, but sometimes that happened. Shock could offer a few borrowed seconds to the dead, but eventually the heart had to stop.

Salome stood perfectly still, her eyes vacant. Vanya gave a disbelieving chuckle the longer this went on. His laugh turned nervous when he watched her reach into a bullet hole and pluck a perfectly clean bullet from the wound. She did this to several more of the bullets, dropping them carelessly to the ground. There wasn’t so much as a drop of blood.

“Ezio,” Salome said. She scooped the train seat in the aisle up on the tip of her toe then used her leg to hurl it out of the way. “I encountered a bug which affected my prioritization. I was presented a scenario with a high number of unknown variables, and I attempted to predict the probability of a certain outcome.” Salome wrenched another seat out of the floor. “Prioritization should not have been diverted from the movement of an active threat. My reaction time was affected by .001 seconds.”

“Good to know that if not for .001 seconds, we’d be evenly matched,” Vanya said, managing to more or less keep up with the Italian. “Hey, what the hell are you?”

Salome hurled the train seat at him. Vanya dodged. Vanya scanned her up and down. One of her arms moved jerkily, as if injured, but otherwise her movements were fluid. As if he hadn’t just shot her fifteen times. Maybe she was wearing bullet-proof armor under that big red robe. But Vanya had shot her practically point blank. He didn’t know of any armor that good. She should at least have been laid out with a few broken ribs.

“They give you amphetamines or something?” Vanya asked. “Or are you actually not human at all?”

Salome didn’t answer. His mind reached for an advantage, any advantage.

“I think Yuri won,” Vanya said, raising his gun to meet Salome’s punch in a clash that sent reverberations through his broken wrist. “You want to know why?”

Salome didn’t answer. Vanya still met her hit-for-hit, but he was slowing down.

“I said, you want to know why? Why I think your partner is dead?”

Vanya seized an opening and kicked Salome’s knee, popping it out of the socket. Salome staggered, and Vanya slipped away, giving himself a few seconds to rest before the next onslaught.

“One outcome is not significantly more likely than the other given the information at hand,” said Salome.

Vanya waggled a finger at her.

“Ah-ah,” he said. “You see–” He faltered, watching her expressionlessly put her own knee back in the socket, but he recovered. “...You see, Yuri has too much to live for. He’s going on holiday with his wife, just as soon as we submit our final reports. A month in beautiful, temperate Latvia, which he’ll spend snuggled up in a cabin on the Baltic Sea, eating nothing but smoked sprats and Anya’s pussy. That man cannot be killed.”

“You’re attempting to trick me,” Salome said. “That is not the name of Yuri Ostrovsky’s wife.”

Vanya’s smile dropped from his face.

“For God’s sake, don’t tell me,” he said.

Salome rushed forward. Vanya let out a yell as he raised his gun in defense yet again, weathering yet another impossibly powerful blow. The muzzle bent at a ninety degree angle.

“Why would I give you proprietary information?” Salome asked. “Are you possibly losing your cool?”

The truth was, Vanya was at a severe disadvantage. Vanya wasn’t sure how many more hits he could take before he went down. Yuri’s situation wasn’t much better. Assuming he and the other cardinal were an equal match, Yuri still had the wrong gun for close quarters. And he hadn’t eaten. Vanya knew they should have found something in Stuttgart.

Vanya laughed. “Lose my cool? Why would I? You know all about Ivan Gusev and Yuri Ostrovsky, don’t you? So you know we’re at our best in a tight spot.”

Vanya swung out with the bent barrel of his gun, jamming it under Salome’s shoulder blade. He wrenched the gun like a pry bar, and sure enough, her injured arm popped out of the socket. He’d guessed right, that her reaction time would be slower on that side.

The arm should have dangled uselessly for the rest of the fight; instead, it slid out of Salome’s sleeve and clattered to the floor.

“What’s the matter with you?” Vanya asked, kicking the metal arm out of the way. “Still having problems prioritizing? If somebody ripped my arm off during a fight, I’d never live it down.”

“Why don’t you want to know Ostrovsky’s wife’s name?” Salome asked. “I believe I was distracted by your bizarre and illogical statement.”

“That–” Vanya didn’t have a tinned answer ready to go. He swung at Salome with the gun, but this time she caught the barrel and snapped it off. “--That’s supposed to distract me from the fact that your arm just came off? Are you made of metal all the way through? Wait, I knew you had a glass eye, but it actually is both of them, isn’t it?”

The resumption of gunfire from somewhere above them cut the conversation short. 

“Well if that isn’t irregular,” Vanya said mildly. “Are they both still alive, or do we have another stakeholder, I wonder?”

The train came to an abrupt stop, knocking both of them off their feet. Salome’s arm went rolling up the aisle.

“This is not consistent with any of my models,” Salome said. She got to her feet and walked over Vanya, heading for the door. It slid open only when Salome forced it, metal crumpling and warping as she crammed it into its slot.

“What, you worried?” Vanya called from the floor. He was still struggling to get his feet under him with his broken wrist.

“You’re not? What do you know?”

“Me? Nothing.” Vanya joined her by the door. “I have faith in my partner. And the saints would never allow him to lose to a Catholic, I’ve been praying.”

“Bizarre and illogical,” Salome muttered. She started up the stairs, apparently calling their match a draw.

“Bizarre and illogical,” Vanya said, following quickly after.

24.20 || 24.22

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #368

Yuri!!! on Life official guidebook, Kozuka Takahiko's interview

Part 4.

-- In Yuri!!! we also saw scenes of skaters cheering on their rivals. You were also cheering Denis Ten on during Vancouver Olympics, right?

Yes, it happens quite often. Because I think that in figure skating, the competition is based on every skater giving a good performance. When we are not on the rink, we can really strongly feel that we care about each other, as well as, the respect that we have for each other. I think this is how figure skaters often feel. And that is why, outside of the rink, we can really be on good terms with each other, I guess. And also because in Japan, the atmosphere isn't as sports-oriented and strict. Together with foreign skaters, we go to rinks abroad for training, and get together to participate in training camps off-season, we do ice shows together, and take part in banquets together, and eat together in between competitions. Because of that, we become closer and closer friends to each other.

-- Who of the foreign skaters you were friends with?

I think Patrick (Chan). We went to a ramen museum together (laugh). Patrick is almost the same age as me and we have been competing together since Junior Grand Prix series. In seniors, too, we were almost often competing in the same competitions. I'm also friends with Charlie (White) and Scott Moir. I was with them in Detroit, at Marina Zueva's place (for a choreography).

-- Hearing you talk, once again, made me think that in terms of skaters' mentality, both when we talk about the visuals and about the story, Yuri!!! on ICE is very realistic.

It has been made by people, who love figure skating. It's full to the brim with love for figure skating. I feel that it would be impossible to create something like Yuri!!! for somebody who doesn't love figure skating. I felt that the anime is full of love aimed in all sorts of direction, including towards figure skating. It's not a filthy [obscene, something you don't want to look at, often in sexual context] love. I think that one of the good things about this show is how it conveys this not-filthy love through figure skating.