#otabek altyn

[qforqazaq]

Almaty Scenery, Anyone?

Just a random photo report by me from today's 2-hour walk in the Park of the First President, because why not.

8°C cloudy with showering rain, but it was not that bad.

Enjoy.

P. S. Let me know if you're up to the posts like that. Might be a good filler for the times of the relative inactivity.

[19silvermirrors]

A whole new world ~of dreams and aspirations~ Previews of my entry for @darkhorsezine (that is packed with Otabek!) - preorders open on Nov 13th!

[heysemga]

Bear Оtabek and kitten Yuri

[eva-top]

Older Yura and Beka ❤️ By me

[nyanya-art]

BYE BYE LOVE GEMS!!  ୧ಥ◡ಥ୨

UR Cards of “Welcome to the Madness” (・ωｰ)～☆

[nova8080]

[moonlitspires]

This is amazing and very informative, its a great read.

But i feel i must add something, because i fell in love with jeanym/zhanym.

Given that i hc Otabek as Kazakh/Uzbek (due to his name being the uzbek form, not the kazakh, and his amazing Samarkand Overture) i recently found that uzbek for heart is "yurak".

Now, given how similaar it is to the pet form of Yuri, Yura (as i commonly refer to Yuri Plisetsky, as i refuse to use the dreaded "Yurio" term when such a perfectly good one already exists).

Upon a small search i confirmed my suspitions that indeed uzbek works similarly to kazakh and thus found that "my heart" could be put as "Yuragim" in uzbek.

So now i am content to know how Beka could refer to his "heart" and "soul" ;)

Possessive Markers in Kazakh (or, why all those cute pet names end in ‘m’)

Been thinking about writing this one up for a while, but a combination of heavy snow and encouragement from @thissupposedcrime (who wanted to be tagged when this got posted) means it’s time. It’s thoroughly warmed my heart to see writers going out of their way to find and use Kazakh terms of endearment in their YOI writing. So few people know much of anything about Kazakhstan and Otabek is such fabulous representation to get people interested. This isn’t about correcting anything, just explaining a construction that you might be seeing if you’re reading or writing Otabek-centered fics. Or if you’re just interested in learning a little more about the language.

A quick disclaimer: My background is in linguistics and I’ve done a fair bit of work on Turkic languages of the former USSR, but I’m not a native speaker of Kazakh or any other Turkic language. I spent almost 9 months in Kazakhstan, mostly in Almaty, studying the language, but I’m not fluent. I’m pretty confident in explaining this topic, but if you know more than I do and you see a mistake, please let me know (thanks to @qisforqazaq and @spaceman2823 noting a few spelling mistakes, which have been corrected, and @starkysnarks for native speaker confirmation).

So, a little background about Kazakh as a language: Kazakh is a Turkic language, closely related to (among other things) Turkish. Unless you start buying into overly-ambitious attempts to trace all human languages to a common linguistic ancestor, Kazakh is unrelated to any Indo-European language (English, Russian, French, Hindi, Farsi, etc.) except by contact. This means that some of the ways words are created and strung together are entirely new to someone only familiar with languages from this family.

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[nizizu]

HELLO i will starting my tumblr again for posting my fanarts. I was hiatus in tumblr for almost 3 years i think, and back then i still can’t draw lol i think now i have improvements. This art reference based on cosplay by petrovichgesha and astarohime (their IG). And i will posting on my IG @/wonuyah so don’t be confused if i have different watermark ;;;

[wizardz-dreamz]

Me, forty-eight years from now, still incredibly salty: Otabek should have won bronze

[aradan-san]

Aged up OtaYuri, but, demons.

[qforqazaq]

Exciting news!

Denis Ten will perform his FS for Dimash’s cover of S.O.S. d'un terrien en detresse at the Winter Olympics 2018!

A great collaboration by two Kazakhstanis who’ve recently became famous in East Asia (and not only) Denis Ten - as a prototype of Otabek Altyn from the famous anime Yuri!!! On Ice, and Dimash - as an instant sensation at the Chinese adaptation of a famous TV show-contest I Am a Singer 2017.

If that doesn’t bring him a medal, I don’t know what can.

[19silvermirrors]

high priest!Beka from an unifinished Ancient Egypt!AU

[exurbiaa]

hit the gas

Just a little fluffy one-shot where Yuri forces Otabek to let him ride his motorcycle.

Read on AO3

“Otabek~” wailed Yuri, putting his arms around the other’s shoulders from behind as he stood behind the sofa.

“What is it, Yurochka?” asked Otabek, kissing Yuri’s arm as he looked up at him.

“Let’s go on a ride? I’m bored and my legs are sore from practise,” requested Yuri, kissing Otabek’s neck.

“Of course. Put a jacket on and I’ll get my keys,” Otabek stood up and walked to their bedroom. Yuri grinned as he went to get a jacket. Otabek loved his motorcycle a lot, taking every opportunity that came his way to go on a ride. And Yuri loved riding with him. They were some of Yuri’s favourite moments. A quiet ride, no words spoken, just the sun and the breeze in their faces as they sped past houses.

It was bliss.

They were soon out of the building, walking to the motorcycle, Yuri looking at some more obscure and, quite frankly, useless feline facts on his phone as Otabek guided him with a hand on his waist, absent-mindedly fidgeting with his keys. Yuri heard the bike rev and looked up. He didn't think he would ever be over how attractive Otabek looked with his leather riding jacket and fingerless gloves. It always reminded him of that time that the “Kazakhstan hero stole the Russian fairy away”. He chuckled at the memory and caught the helmet that Otabek tossed at him. They’d bought it as a joke but Yuri had actually taken a strange liking to the leopard-print helmet with metal cat ears on top. He put it on and sat behind Otabek, wrapping his arms around his waist as Otabek took off.

They rode for a long time this way, in silence, as Yuri nuzzled his face into Otabek’s back, breathing in the scent of leather and Otabek , feeling the warmth of Otabek’s body beneath his fingers. He loved that Otabek never said anything to try and comfort him when he was sad, just holding him when he needed to be held or taking him on a ride whenever he just wanted to think and sort his mind out. He loved that he never had to tell Otabek any of this and that Otabek just always instinctually knew. He sighed in contentment. He loved what they had.

“Hey Otabek?”

“Hmm?”

“Let me drive.”

“No.”

“Why? Aww come on~”

“You know what happened last time.”

“I was great, what are you talking about?”

“YOU NEARLY DROVE OVER 130 KMPH IN 5 SECONDS.”

“SO?”

Yuri started running his hands over Otabek’s chest at the other’s frustrated huff, tickling him a little, grinning deviously over his shoulder. “Yuri, stop , that’s dangerous,” warned Otabek his hands shaking on the handles. “I’ll let up if you let me ride,” grinned Yuri, never once stopping the movements of his hand. He could see Otabek visibly struggling to hold his squirming down while concentrating on the road ahead. Finally, “Fine, okay, I give up,” cried Otabek, pulling over to the side of the road and kicking the stand out. Yuri hopped down and leaned up to press a kiss to Otabek’s lips, whispering, "Thanks, babe,” before getting back on the front of the bike. He heard Otabek groan, “Fuck my life,” in the back, and put the stand back up. He turned the keys, revving the engine to life and took a turn, immediately speeding down the road.

“Yuri, NO,” cried Otabek, alarmed at the sudden speed.

“HAHA, BITCH, GET READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE,” yelled Yuuri over the sound of the bike.

“WHAT THE FUCK, NO.”

He felt Otabek’s grip on his shoulders get harder, almost painfully tight, as they sped back to the city, howling and cheering. As they reached the city, Yuri slowed the bike down, listening gleefully to Otabek’s pitiful whining as he complained about being thankful for helmets because of hearing loss or something of the sort. He lazily drove through the streets and pulled over in a small alley, before he heard a squeal. He seized up immediately, putting his foot down to the pavement and turning around, Otabek's gaze following him, to see the source. He heard several more squeals and he swore he could hear a literal stampede approaching. His hand fumbled with the keys as he tried to start the engine back up, desperate to get away from his maniacal fans, chanting fuck under his breath as every attempt went wasted.

The engine jumped to life as soon as the first of the fans caught up to the bike and Yuri immediately started the bike, leaving a cloud of smoke, and still unable to go fast enough with the horde of fans trickling in from the side streets. “STOP DRIVING SO FAST AND ABUSING MY BABY,” screamed Otabek.

"BUT I’M YOUR BABY."

"WELL THIS WAS MY BABY FIRST."

"FUCK OFF, ALTIN," yelled Yuri, turning the handle on the bike, and going faster. He heard Otabek loudly sob, "PLEASE DON’T HURT MY BABY."

"THIS IS NOT YOUR BABY, YOU PIECE OF SHIT."

"IT IS."

"WELL LET’S HEAR YOU SAY THAT IN BED TONIGHT, OKAY, FUCK YOU."

Otabek continued to complain and Yuri broke, "OTABEK, THEY ARE GOING TO CATCH UP WITH THE FUCKING MOTORCYCLE. LET ME LIVE," he yelled, trying to go as close to the speed limit as he could.

"YURI, HOLY SHIT, THEY’RE TOUCHING THE MOTORCYCLE. HOW ARE THEY SO FAST, GO ," shrieked Otabek, holding on to Yuri, watching the fans ride their own slower mopeds to catch up with them. "Now we’re talking," grinned Yuri, hitting the gas and speeding back home through several twisted and convoluted routes.

Yuri slowed down as they approached their building, glancing around to ask, “Are they gone?” as they pulled over into the parking space. “Yeah. Yeah, they’re gone,” huffed Otabek, heaving a sigh of relief. “Boy, am I glad to hear that,” said Yuuri, getting off and stretching his arms, cracking his bones. He took his helmet off and watched Otabek lean forward to put his hand on the front of the bike near the fuel inlet and say, “You know what else is gone?” Yuri hummed in question.

“The fucking engine, holy shit Yuri, it's overheating," cried Otabek, clearly distressed, his hands running over the top, as he got off the bike, pressing down near the engine as though he could somehow cool it down with his slightly colder hands. Yuri couldn’t say he felt too bad as he chuckled at Otabek’s reaction, “I’m pretty sure you're the only one who is overheating." Otabek looked up at him, upset clearly written all over his face, and Yuri felt it pull at his heart a little.

He closed the distance between him and Otabek, leaning across the bike and pulling his face down to kiss his cheek as he muttered, “ Мне очень жаль, любовь ,” slipping back into native Russian as he tried to calm Otabek down. Otabek couldn’t understand what he said but he saw relief in his face even as he saw the confusion in his eyes, seeing that Otabek understood he was trying to soothe him.

“I’m sorry, love,” he translated, placing a kiss on Otabek’s forehead and pulling back. “I’ll pay to get the engine repaired if there’s any damage. Let’s go and get it checked tomorrow, okay?” Otabek looked slightly relieved at that sentence, and he walked around the bike, coming to the other side and putting his hands around Yuri’s waist as he held him tight. Yuri hugged him and leaned back to lean his forehead against Otabek’s, beaming as he said, “But that was fun, wasn’t it?”

“What part of it was fun to you, you complete sado-masochist?” groaned Otabek, clearly trying not to relive his bike’s engine almost catching fire.

“Speeding and running away from the fans,” laughed Yuri, dragging Otabek to the entrance.

“You’ll make me die of a heart attack at a very young age, Plisetsky,” mumbled Otabek, letting himself be pulled along.

“And you’d love me for it,” smirked Yuri, pressing the lift button and reaching back to kiss Otabek again, knowing he was weak to soft, innocent kisses like that. “I’ll never know why,” smiled Otabek as they stepped into the elevator, reaching down to kiss Yuri’s smile as he put his hands up around his shoulders, the doors sliding shut.

[era-eu]

Bringing this back bc Otabek is coming over for a visit and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so cute you guys

U probably gonna think this is bs or something but whatever, I’ll tell u all the same:

My law teacher, who is probably the coolest lawyer I’ve ever seen in my life, is married and had a little boy two weeks ago and he brought him over today to the school to show him around. Everyone was super excited because baby!!! and because they didn’t want to find out about the gender until the bb was born so they had made a bet: if it was a girl, my teacher would name it and if it was a boy, his wife would get to name it.

So, when he arrives, with the bb and his wife, everyone is looking at the baby and I asked them what name they chose for the baby and she (his wife) turns to me and answers: Otabek and I’m like.. that’s a cool name, definitely not something you’ll hear everyday. And, as a way to make small talk, I comment: there’s an anime character on Yuri on Ice named Otabek. And I kid you not, both my teacher (who look like he wanted to die) and his wife turn to me and say I know at the same time. So, apparently, my teacher’s wife is so in love with Otabek from YOI that she named her firstborn child after him.

[flk-kgbunn]

[eva-top]

Wouldn't it be cute if Otabek was just too shy to talk to Yuri? My art