#something out of yurii on ice

[adailytea]

The Ice Spirit

The team nodded, a collective shiver running through them, but before they could react further, Boris’s and Sergei’s gazes drifted past Yuriy, their eyes widening in surprise.  "Hey, Yuriy..." Boris's voice was a hushed whisper, his usual bravado gone. He lifted a hand, pointing past the redhead’s shoulder. “There is one wolf alright…” Expecting an immediate threat, Yuriy quickly turned around, and his heart skipped a beat as he followed the slate-haired’s gaze. 

Standing there, just beyond the van and atop a tall snowdrift, was Wolborg. Her human form was radiant, otherworldly, like a beacon in the frozen wilderness, white gown and long light blue hair flowing gracefully with the howling, freezing winds. Her eyes, the same piercing and glowing spheres that Yuriy knew so well, aimed at the boys with serenity. For a moment, time stood still. Yuriy’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at her, the world around them fading into insignificance. This was his bit-beast, standing peacefully before him of her own volition for the first time since she was dragged away from him.  “Wolborg,” the name escaped his lips, his widened eyes captured by hers. “What are you doing here?” She raised a hand and delicate feminine fingers pointed towards the dense forest ahead.  It took some time for him and his team to understand that message. Once it happened, a surge of emotions washed Yuriy’s soul.  “She wants to guide us, let's go!” He urged and a second later they were already hopping back on the van and preparing to move.  The engine roared to life. As they set off, Wolborg vanished and reappeared a moment later, ahead of them, standing on a snow-covered boulder with her arm extended, pointing them towards a narrow, winding path through the trees. “There she is!” Boris pointed at her and the van turned accordingly, following her direction. Minutes later she materialized again, perched on a ridge to their right, her arm outstretched, indicating a sharp turn they needed to make. This pattern continued as they navigated the treacherous terrain under her guidance, her presence both reassuring and haunting.  The journey felt endless, the forest closing in around them. Finally, the dense trees began to thin, and the van emerged into a clearing. Sergei’s foot sank in the break; before them, the land dropped away abruptly into a vast expanse of white—an immense cliff overlooking the snow-covered wilderness below. The scene was breathtaking in its stark beauty, the horizon stretching out infinitely under the ending afternoon. Wolborg was right there, at the very edge of the cliff, facing the frozen expanse ahead. The van came to a halt and the boys disembarked. The bit-beast was gazing intently at something far below, something unseen yet deeply significant; the boys approached her and followed her gaze downward. Below, at the base of the cliff, a small human camp was nestled at the entrance of a cave. The two snow-covered tents and scattered equipment were unmistakable signs of life. A makeshift fire pit sent wisps of smoke into the frosty air. Suddenly, a figure in the camp looked up and spotted the boys atop the cliff. Without hesitation, the person began jumping and gesturing frantically, waving their arms and yelling for help. 

Boris’s eyes widened excitedly as he recognized the scene below. “Hey! That’s them!” he exclaimed, kneeling down to safely lean over the edge. “We found them!” Sergei joined him. “We need to get down there. They don’t look like they’re in good shape.” Yuriy cast one last glance at Wolborg supposedly at his side, intending to thank her, but the ice maiden had already long vanished into the cold mist. There was no time to linger.  “Let’s go, we gotta find a way around this cliff,” Yuriy commanded, his spirit and resolve renewed, and the boys sprinted back to the van.

Excerpt of Trial by Ice, Chapter 8*

[nvrcmplt]

Bathing in a world on the edge of war, of monster gore and exploding plants that try to digest you in their fluids is a wild run. So, trust me when I say the Dungeon folk stank a certain amount from their switch over.

Shampoo, flora body soaps, hot water - were so rare and so foreign to them it took them at least a month to understand that they never had to save water on Earth. When given the graces of a bathroom, watching shower heads, bath tubs and wash clothes with hundreds of bottles of some form of bubbly liquid? Oh, how it was a miracle to get them to leave such rooms.

Zackery never stopped washing his hair, fingers at his scalp, scratching and itching and removing grime from eons of being cold water washed on the monthly escape to a lakeside. He brushed his teeth something fierce, to the point of bleeding but he couldn't care less for that. The only reason he didn't have dental issues was because Emon's magic!

Emon's never had anything touch his body in the form of water or gel, magic cleansing was a common thing for the Magic Tower folk, though they had money and resourced for water, it was often used for water magics at most. Collected for potion making, for practical things for the storage spaces of their endless walls of concoctions. So, to be graced with a bath-tub, holding the hand of Vega and sitting amongst his people in a large shared hot bath… Oh, he nearly cried at how nice it felt. Washing his hair, feeling water in his toes, his hands warmed through and the tension in his body melting away like ice in the sun.

Nishi' didn't need more water in his life, he was born in it with his kind, but it was nice to witness a world with waters in abundance. What he found more interesting, like Aaphrine, Earth had a lot of water holes, some places that no human could dive within. Sulfuric lakes, salt lakes, chemical lacking or even oxygen lacking lakes. Ah, those were the best for him, but cleaning is a ritual he takes seriously - his scales take a bloody long time to shine so he's rather impressed with body sponges and will collect a few for his travels.

Leo, Qiang, Yuriy and Xion, they were not so much accustomed to bathing. After all, they were a species that social groom. Tongues to fur, made for their pelts and make up of layers. It was more common to see these four in a corner, grooming each other with skinship of familial notions. Over and over, they'll clean each other, but on Earth - it felt different since they didn't need to use their tongues anymore. Earth had Shampoo! For Animals! It was a life changer, they still bathe together, a social need for their species since they were the only ones of this nature on Earth now. Yet, to dig fingers into thick fur, to brush out knots, to trim and have every part of their bodies fully groomed? Heavenly. They are the pinacol of supreme fluff and shiny fur.

Arius - doesn't have a body that needs cleaning. The Demonfolk, never dirty - bathing isn't something in their nature. Raphael & the Fallen Gods - are protected by divinity, dirty and the likes can not fall upon their being.

[raiiryuu]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

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NAME: Vyn PRONOUNS : they/them PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : IMs here, or you can find me on disc.ord/mutuals can request it! NAME OF MUSE(s) : Laxus Dreyar [alongside Pantherlily, Bixlow, Yuriy Dreyar, and Acnologia over on willpcwer ] BEST EXPERIENCE : Coming back to the FT rpc after almost a literal DECADE and finding so many lovely people here! Y'all are great okay RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : (You would ask the hard questions huh, I'm bad at listing negatives) Godmoding/railroading (if you want/need a specific thing to happen please reach out to me, we can make it work that way!), people that don't expect/respect consequences, uhh. idk don't be rude to ppl there are literally so many better things to do. You could be eating garlic bread but you playin. MUSE PREFERENCES: I'm not sure what this means, is this like 'what muses would you like to see?' If so...where the Alzack blogs at. Laki, Nab, characters like that who could shine with a little love. ALSO. Capricorn would be an interesting/fun muse to see. I'm tempted tbh. PLOTS OR MEMES : Memes are great for breaking the ice or if you need something to start with, but plots are also fun. I'm about equal towards either one! LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I'm kinda in the middle I feel? I don't have novella replies but I write a paragraph or two on average. I don't have any preference for my partners' replies because mine tend to vary, so I don't mind if anyone else's will also. BEST TIME TO WRITE : If I'm awake and not otherwise busy. (currently, that's quite often) ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : In some ways. Frighteningly. tagged by yoinked from: @shinebrightlikealion

[just-lexy]

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#back in the days in the italian fandom there was a oc au where kai was ryan and takao was seth

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

#5

I am not a Valentine's day enthusiast. That said, it's been too long since I last actively shipped my bois. Well, I guess I have a good excuse then.

As usual, I am using tools and attempting things that I don't know how to use/do, so just accept the effort.

23 note - Postate 14 febbraio 2022

#4

For the series, "artifacts from my childhood home" I present to you some mini Dranzers.

Back in those times Beyblade was so popular in Italy that this was the surprise you could find in the major brand for chips.

But even better.

Since I didn't recall any of this before finding those "spinners", I did quick Google research and found the (cringy) tv spot for it lol

Oh, my. Thank you internet for filling the gaps in my memory.

27 note - Postate 20 gennaio 2022

#3

I am not consuming a lot of media lately so this list will be pretty boring lol but thank you for tagging me @itsbeen20years

favourite colour: red (darker tones like burgundy), lately got some feelings towards orange as well

currently reading: I am sad to say I haven't been reading much lately. I tried to start two essay books in January but didn't work out. So, still looking to start something new.

last song: SEB - f**k it, i'm the man

last film: on this I'm ready since yesterday I went to the cinema. "Licorice Pizza", I am still not sure what it was about but it was entertaining lol

currently watching: a trashy Italian talent show lol and reactions to Eurovision songs lolx2

last series: I bingewatched "Anne with an E" recently and it warmed my heart (I don't usually like to bingewatch so when I do is special)

three ships: I'll try to avoid Beyblade for once as well so... ReiraxShin (Nana), Viktuuri (Yuri on Ice), sns (Naruto)

first ever ship: I think the first one that didn't come explicitly from Canon was PanxTrunks (DragonBall).

currently working on: finding the inspiration to work on something (please help me ç_ç)

tagging: if you feel like it @parfaitkiwi @cosmicstardustx

29 note - Postate 22 febbraio 2022

#2

So the story is:

Kai gets out with some traditional Japanese outfit for whatsoever reason...

Yuriy is a bit affected by it...

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44 note - Postate 27 novembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

You know when you get lost in Picrew? I know you do.

Well, I found this one and I ended up having a long-haired rocker AU in my hands XD

Guess they are Yuriy, Boris, and Kai lol

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56 note - Postate 9 maggio 2022

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[ornerykarakul]

How easy do you find it to write (or otherwise portray) non-sexual affection between characters? This might include terms of endearment, "pet-names", descriptions of cuddling or stroking the other's head in their lap etc. To what degree do you use your OC as a means to explore your own romantic proclivities (or shortcomings)? Is your OC a self-insert and the relationship a form of wish-fulfilment and/or an means to explore certain fantasies? Or do you enjoy exploring something completely different to your own experiences and preferences?

Oh this one is a doozy!! I am gonna ramble I am so sorry.

Mmm I find it pretty easy to write non-sexual intimacy, I think? I'm pretty flirtatious with people I'm comfortable with and my sense of humour is also a bit cheeky so it just comes naturally to me to start throwing around terms of endearment or acts of affection/teasing. It's also easier to do IC than OOC because it's much easier to be clear and open about boundaries when you're dealing with characters. I think most people aren't going to get bent out of shape if you tell them you're not comfortable with behaviours taken by the fictional character you're piloting, and if they do get upset that's a pretty clear warning sign about how blurred that person may be on their own IC to OOC lines.

I was suuuper guilty of the self-insert when I first started roleplaying (like...20 years ago). Reckon you'd be hard pressed to find a roleplayer who hasn't gone a little too hard on that at least once. Now I'm older and way more experienced and WAY more aware of how easily IC + OOC can get mixed up. It makes for good, believable characters when you inject a little bit of who you are and what you've experienced, but when you're just roleplaying a direct projection or idealisation of yourself it is very easy to get muddied. That's how people get hurt engaging in a hobby.

Yuriy and I are both disabled. We both have chronic pain. We both have complicated relationships with our families. But then Yuriy is a 6'5" blue lion woman with a big ass sword who travels across worlds and I'm a 5'2" pink flesh ball that has days where I'm scared to leave my house because the biochemistry of my brain doesn't work correctly. So absolutely I use roleplaying to explore concepts and experiences that I cannot have, either because my disability prevents it (extensive travel) or because it's not possible in the world we live in (magic). What is the point of roleplay if we aren't using it to build collaborative stories and experiences that we would otherwise never get to live?

Ofc after writing that I scrolled up and was like oh they were just asking about romantic stuff, but screw it I'm gonna leave that. I am nothing if not long winded!

But to answer the actual ask, yeah of course I use roleplay to explore my own tangled knot of romantic interests and failures! Fantasy is a safe avenue to explore those things (with clear boundaries), and there are things irl that I am interested in purely in a fantasy capacity but cannot or would not do irl (Not An Actual Cannibal Ornery Karakul). Also it's just fun??? Putting characters in situations, dramatic, a bit unrealistic, maybe kinky if you find an rp partner you trust with that sort of content, it's all a blast to explore. So long as everyone involved is having fun and is on board, may as well go ham. Safe, Sane, and Consensual has many applications!

[kinomiyahitoshi]

If there is something Hiro greatly enjoys, it's to see how someone he's into takes him in with appreciation in their eyes. Hiro knows he looks good: he has made sure to stay fit and to groom himself regularly. Yet, it's a different feeling having Yuriy's ice blue eyes on him. "I'm one of the lucky few? I like the sound of that, maybe like it a little too much." Hiro's own dark eyes, stay on Yuriy as he too gets comfortable. Hands used to training and literally digging in dirt unhooks his belt further, soon stepping out of his trousers and boxers. "Do you need help with that?" He asks, moving closer to the bed.

😏

Hiro let’s out a pant. He’s on the small sofa back at the cabin, hand inside of his PJ pants. The open fire cracks and pops now and then, casting a warm glow over the man. He, and a few bladers, are out in the mountains training. The days without any alone time had made Hiro desperate enough to start pleasing himself the moment the others decided to go to their own cabins. He’s sharing with Takao, who now is somewhere else. The sound of the door opening has Hiro’s eyes widening. There stands Yuriy. Red hair dusted with snow. Hiro stares, then a slow smile grows on his lips.

[thegoldielocks28]

26 for Hiromi and Yuriy!

Nr 26: Sick Days.

As long as Yuriy has known Hiromi, which counts to a few years by now, the woman has always been someone whose presence easily fills up the room. Bright laughter, a high and demanding voice and that confidence that only seemed to have gotten stronger with time.

Yet, when he really thinks about it, does he really know her at all? Just like many of the bladers he met during his career Yuriy seldom looked beyond what they could bring to the dish: what harm they could do to his brothers. 

Hiromi was never a blader. Yuriy´s relationship with her has been about is passning greetings in hallways, asking about Kai: nothing important.

What he has come to understand though is that people would be fools to underestimate her. It takes strength to wake Takao in the mornings, determination to get Daichi to not become a circus ape in public, and confidence to strengthen the Chief when he doubts himself. Not to mention the dynamic between Takao, Kai, Max and Rei who all have gotten hungry for the title of world champion as of late. Yuriy has observed them for a long time. 

Who would know where the Japanese team would be without Hiromi?

Not on top, that's for sure.

(Yuriy rather not think too deeply about the Chief and Daichi and their part in the success of the Bladebreakers as his pride is still hurt from that disaster of a tournament years back. Hah.)

It was Kai who told the team, somewhat out of the blue, that the old Bladebreakers wanted to meet up. Annoyance had flared up within him as Kai just recently had decided to join the Russian team for this season. Yuriy had been prepared to remind Kai of how much practice he'd have to catch up with if he went when Kai interrupted him and told them they were all invited to stay at the Kinomiya dojo. All of the Russian team. The suggestion sure surprised him and his brothers but the thought of meeting old rivals made them eager to go.

The only reluctant one was Boris, and for good reasons. 

A month lafer Kai, Ivan, Sergei, Boris and Yuriy himself finds themselves in Tokyo Japan, in the middle of hot-as-fuck-August. The season of summer festivals, the sound of crickets and colorful shaved ice. Yuriy can't count how many iced treats he bought since he first arrived. Hot and bothered, he tries to withstand the exotic warmth of Japan and seeing his team make connections makes it easier. 

There's warmth in his chest he can't really name just yet.

Today though, something about the brunette is different. The young woman who 's often the one keeping check on people and things seemed out of it, silent, and her closer friends don't seem to notice as they're too busy catching up and enjoying the quick pace of the day. Even so, she had gone out of her way to help Yuriy and his team to find some sort of comfort in the intense heat. 

Yuriy can feel her warmth and scent as Hiromi moves closer to him, aiding him in tying the soft summer yukata around him with gentle yet firm hands. The closeness would often be something he´d dislike, but after trying to figure out how to tie this night-gown-like robe for a while and not succeeding, he found himself in dire need of help. Tilting his head away at first to get more space, he silently ponders about her scent. He'd thought she'd choose something stronger, but this scent is much like vanilla and coconut. As the silence is beginning to become awkward Yuriy shifts, looks down at her through eyelashes, and only then notices the paleness of her skin. Blue eyes linger on her face. 

“You tie it like this… “She murmurs at last. “This should keep you cool outside… it has a matching uchiwa. Uh, a handfan? Too. Here.”

Yuriy observes Hiromi as she looks up at him, forcing a weak smile upon their eye contact. Seems like that's when the woman realizes just how close they are standing and takes a few steps back. Yuriy hesitates for a moment, but as he's about to comment on her bad complexion he´s interrupted. 

“With your hair like that, Yura, you look like a pretty little thing.” Boris' rough voice can be heard through the room. 

Yuriy frowns in annoyance as he reaches up to tie his red hair into a simple bun. Ever since Boris got taller than him he has never stopped pointing it out.  Because Boris and Sergei are both taller and broader, and Ivan is a unique size of his own, there weren't any traditional robes around that´d suit them. All is clad in shorts and t-shirts. It seems as if Hiromi had realized the heat had gotten to him and put in the effort to find one of her family's old robes for him to wear. Thin, soft, and good in the heat. Even while not feeling her best she´d done that for them. 

It´s a short walk towards the shrine, and the heat is intense. The humidity makes it worse. Yet, the sight in front of them distracts. Colorful lanterns, several food stands, people dressed up, laughter. Yuriy observes how his teammates mingle with the Asian team, with the people that had been there during the fall of Balkov, and finds satisfaction in the sight. His focus moves from to Hiromi, she's the only one not really joining in the conversation. 

Yuriy positions himself just behind Hiromi as they all start to climb up the stone stairs towards the shrine. A part of him does it out of instinct, another because of how small her shoulders look at that moment, and only after a small while is it proved that he did the right thing. Suddenly, Hiromi missteps and she's about to fall. Yuriy extends his arm and she falls against his chest. Hiromi lets out a small yelp, but soon tries to act as if everything is normal, cheeks in a blush. Yuriy ends up staring at her in dismay as she looks up at him while preparing to act normal. 

“Thanks! That could have been a nasty fall.” Hiromi says, laughing awkwardly.

She places a hand on his chest and tries to create a distance between them but Yuriy´s hand on her shoulder doesn´t let go.  

"Yuriy, what´s wrong?" Hiromi asks, his stare must have felt heavy, just as his touch. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that," He replies flatly, hand moving to rest on his hip as he shifts his weight: finally letting go of her. "You're forcing yourself, aren't you?" His tone is not amused, or gentle: it's accusing. 

"...How did you notice? Hiromi asks in a low voice, one of her hands moving to touch her lower stomach, just as if she's in pain. 

"I'm a captain: it's my job." 

The group of bladers stop after a while as they notice they´re missing two of their friends. Boris looks down at his Captain and looks puzzled upon seeing Hiromi so close to him, and avoids looking at them all. 

“Are you okay, Hil?” Takao asks, Kai too shifts to look back at the only woman in the group. 

Her cheeks are flushed with a fever even in this humid heat. She´s facing Yuriy as if she doesn't want the others to see her expression. Yuriy´s eyes rest on her before he looks at the others.

“I'm goo–!” Hiromi starts stubbornly. 

“Think she needs a rest. I´ll walk her back to the dojo, you continue to enjoy yourselves.” Yuriy interrupts Hiromi, earning him a surprised look. 

Kai raises a brow. 

“You're all here to catch up right?” Yuriy says, giving Kai one of his don´t-argue-with-me stares. 

“...Sure, you have my number if anything happens.” Kai says after a small silence, red eyes moving to Hilary. 

The Russian Captain gets more and more aware of all of these people´s bonds with each other. With how Kai too has grown, treasures all of them. The warmth in his chest seems to grow. Yuriy looks at his team and the Bladebreakers´ retreating backs before he looks at the woman by his side. 

“Your stomach aches?” Yuriy asks, waiting for her patiently as they start to climb down the stairs together. 

“Yeah….” Hiromi starts. “Bad cramps.” 

Yuriy doesn´t ask for more of an explanation than that. It´d be too invasive, and he can tell this situation is already making the girl awkward as it is. The silence between them grows gentle: forgiving. Just as if the strong front Hiromi had tried to keep up had fallen and she accepts the situation as it is.

The walk home goes smoothly, and Yuriy unlocks the door once Hiromi gives him the key.  Yuriy would have been more relaxed if Takao´s grandfather was there, but the old man seems to be on a trip with his friends. Playing bingo, or what old people do here in Japan. Closing the door, Yuriy heards Hiromi into one of the rooms they´ve used as sleeping quarters during their stay. 

“Rest.” Yuriy tells her, gesturing to his futon, the mattress and sheets on the floor. 

Hiromi lays down just as Yuriy asks, and closes her eyes. Leaving her alone for just a short moment he returns with a damp cloth and a small bowl of water. Yuriy kneels down at her side, eyes taking in how damp her fringe is from sweat, how pale she is… Yuriy takes the wet towel and places it on her forehead. 

“You're too stubborn for your own good.” Yuriy says at last.

“...You´re supposed to be kind and sweet to those who are sick.” Hiromi answers in a  pout. 

“So you're finally admitting you're not well?” Yuriy can´t keep a smirk from forming on his lips.

“Just didn't want it to get in the way, you know?” Hiromi says. “Everyone was excited, and I didn't want to miss out. Can you get my bag, I have some pills there.”

Yuriy gets up, and finds Hiromi´s bag after a bit of a search, and goes and gets a glass of water for her as well. 

“Thanks.”

Silence drags out between them but Yuriy doesn´t let it bother him this time. He helps her rearrange the wet cloth on her forehead after she settles once more. Yuriy sits down more comfortably, his eyes resting on Hiromi as she seems to relax and rest. Like this he notices more things about her that he had missed before. The length of her dark eyelashes, the smallness of her nose, how her hair has hints of different shades of  brown and not only the one he first had seen. Hiromi´s breathing changes as she falls asleep. Yuriy waits by her side for a while longer before he gets up and gives her privacy. 

After a few hours the others return home. Yuriy is sitting in the kitchen reading, but puts a finger over his lips and makes a “shhh” sound. Kai glares back at the noisiest members of the team before he ventures deeper into the room, putting a hand on Yuriy´s shoulder for a short moment. 

Hiromi joined them for dinner, and Yuriy is content to see she isn't as pale as she was when they first returned to the dojo. As if she is sensing Yuriy observing her, Hiromi looks up from her bowl of udon and smiles at him. Yuriy blinks, then nods his head a bit awkwardly before returning to his conversation with the others. 

Even if it's getting late, and dark outside, the heat is still making Yuriy´s skin damp with sweat. As the others loudly take part in some card games indoors Yuriy sneaks out the door, and sits down by the koi pond outside. The Kinomiya dojo has a small Japanese garden in the back, and it has a calming effect on him. 

Yuriy isn´t sure how long he sits there by himself. However, after a while, the door behind him slides open and he hears the padding of feet as someone approaches him from behind. The man can soon tell who it is as the scent of vanilla and coconut washes over him. 

“Hey.” Hiromi says, sitting down by his side. 

Yuriy looks at her as Hiromi sits down by his side. Taking in her expression once more as they´re now a bit closer, only greeting her when he´s sure she seems fine. 

“I just wanted to say thanks.” She continues. “Thanks for helping me today.”

“It´s nothing.”

Yuriy can't help but flinch just a little as her hand touches his for the briefest of moments. Hiromi´s skin is warm, soft, and leaves him all too quickly. Blue eyes move to take in her profile as Hiromi continues to talk. Her voice bright and a little bit loud, not caring if the topic would bore Yuriy or not, she talks away.  Yuriy can´t say it bothers him one bit. 

It seems like just like his brothers, Yuriy is forming new connections as well. 

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[bountyofbeads]

The Mystery of Rudy Giuliani’s Vienna Trip

President Trump’s personal lawyer told me he was planning to fly to Vienna roughly 24 hours after his business associates were arrested as they prepared to do the same.

By Elaina Plott Published Oct 10, 2019 | The Atlantic | Posted October 13, 2019 |

Last night, when Rudy Giuliani told me he couldn’t get together for an interview, his reason made sense: As with many nights of late, he was due to appear on Hannity. When I suggested this evening instead, his response was a bit more curious. We would have to aim for lunch, Giuliani told me, because he was planning to fly to Vienna, Austria, at night. He didn’t offer any details beyond that.

Giuliani called me at 6:22 p.m. last night—around the same time that two of his associates, Lev Parnas and Igor Fruman, were arrested at Dulles Airport while waiting to board an international flight with one-way tickets. As The Wall Street Journal reported this afternoon, the two men were bound for Vienna. The Florida businessmen, who are reported to have assisted Giuliani in his alleged efforts to investigate Joe Biden and his family ahead of the 2020 election, were charged with campaign-finance violations, with prosecutors alleging that they had conspired to funnel money from a Russian donor into Donald Trump’s presidential campaign.

But Giuliani, when confirming today that Parnas and Fruman were heading to Vienna on matters “related to their business,” told the Journal that he himself only had plans to meet with them when they returned to Washington. By this logic, Giuliani was also planning to fly to Vienna within roughly 24 hours of his business associates, but do no business with them while all three were there.

This morning, Giuliani told me he’d have to reschedule our lunch. I’ve tried to reach him since then, to discuss Parnas’s and Fruman’s arrests, among other things, to no avail. When I called at 3 p.m. ET to ask about his Vienna trip, a woman claiming to be his communications director answered the phone. I have called him more than 100 times over the past year, and this is the first time that has ever happened. She said she’d have to get back to me. As we spoke, I could hear a voice that resembled Giuliani’s shout “asshole” in the background. “Oh, sorry,” the woman told me. “He was talking to the TV.”

Why were Parnas and Fruman bound for Vienna? Why was Giuliani—if what he told me was true—planning to be in the same city a day later?

Giuliani finally sent me a text message at 4:18 p.m. ET: “I can’t comment on it at this time.”

Read: Rudy Giuliani: ‘You should be happy for your country that I uncovered this’

Parnas and Fruman, both Soviet-born, have been instrumental in helping Giuliani develop Ukrainian contacts in his quest to prove that Biden, while vice president, tried to curtail an investigation into a Ukrainian gas company for which his son Hunter Biden served on the board. Parnas told NPR, for example, that he was the one who had arranged a Skype call between Giuliani and former Ukrainian Prosecutor General Viktor Shokin to discuss their corruption theory. Parnas was also present at meetings in New York and Warsaw earlier this year with Giuliani and Yuriy Lutsenko, another former prosecutor general for Ukraine.

I met Parnas and Fruman in March, when I joined Giuliani at Shelly’s Back Room, a cigar bar in D.C., to discuss Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s soon-to-be-released report on Russian interference in the 2016 election. Sipping back-to-back glasses of Macallan—double, one large ice cube—and smoking a Nicaraguan cigar, Giuliani told me he’d known Parnas for two years. Parnas laughed and said he’d grown up “idolizing” Giuliani. They bantered about how the Mueller probe would likely amount to nothing, with Parnas adding that it was Trump’s “constitutional right” to fire former FBI Director James Comey. Save for introducing himself when I arrived, Fruman was quiet. Parnas told me they were all “great friends” and all “work together.”

Along with allegedly using a shell company to donate hundreds of thousands of dollars to Republican candidates and a pro-Trump super PAC, Parnas and Fruman were also accused by federal prosectors of meddling in American political activities on behalf of one or more Ukrainian officials. In the 21-page indictment, prosecutors allege that Parnas and Fruman lobbied for the removal of the U.S. ambassador in Kiev, Marie Yovanovitch—something Giuliani sought as well, arguing that she was biased against the president. In May, Trump ordered Yovanovitch’s removal.

The White House has kept mum about the arrests. Jay Sekulow, Trump’s personal lawyer alongside Giuliani, told reporters that neither Trump nor his campaign has “anything to do with the scheme these guys were involved in.”

It’s difficult to know, however, precisely what Trump may or may not know about Parnas and Fruman, given that Giuliani and Trump are in constant contact and that Giuliani, at least broadly, has frequently kept Trump updated on his maneuverings in Ukraine. Presumably these are the kinds of questions that House Democrats had in mind when they subpoenaed Giuliani last month, and Parnas and Fruman today. Giuliani has said he refuses to testify or provide documents to the House Intelligence Committee. Parnas and Fruman, for their part, are being held in a Virginia jail on a $1 million bond each.

Trump is already seeking to distance himself from the controversy. “I don’t know those gentlemen,” the president told reporters before departing for a rally in Minnesota. “Now, it’s possible I have a picture with them, because I have a picture with everybody.” (He does, in fact, have a picture with Parnas.)

“Maybe they were clients of Rudy,” Trump added. “You’d have to ask Rudy.”

The Story Keeps Getting Worse for the White House

A pair of men helping the president’s supposed anti-corruption campaign were apprehended as they tried to leave the United States.

David A. Graham | Updated at 3:48 p.m. on October 10, 2019, Published October 10, 2019 | The Atlantic | Posted October 13, 2019 |

If the president’s fundamental defense against impeachment is that there’s nothing to see here and people should move along, Thursday morning was not a good day for the president.

As The Wall Street Journal first reported, two men who assisted in Rudy Giuliani’s investigations in Ukraine on behalf of Donald Trump were arrested Wednesday night. Lev Parnas and Igor Fruman, both Soviet-born, naturalized American citizens, had been asked to testify to Congress today and Friday in connection with the impeachment inquiry into Trump; they were apprehended at Dulles Airport, outside of Washington, D.C., trying to leave the country on one-way tickets. Congress has now issued subpoenas to them as well.

The details of the allegations against Parnas and Fruman are arcane, but the big picture is not: Two men who were helping the president’s supposed anti-corruption scheme in Ukraine have now been arrested and charged with federal crimes.

David A. Graham: Trump is panicking

In a letter to House Democrats last week, attorney John Dowd—last seen representing Trump in connection with Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation—wrote, “Please be advised that Messrs. Parnas and Fruman assisted Mr. Giuliani in connection with his representation of President Trump.” This was apparently intended to shield Parnas and Fruman: Dowd argued that some of what Democrats sought from them was protected by attorney-client privilege. But with the arrests today, that argument adds to Trump’s problems. Attorney-client privilege does not cover the commission of crimes, and now the connection to the president has been established.

Parnas and Fruman’s schemes are a little hard to follow. Prosecutors charged them, as well as two other men, with conspiracy, false statements to the Federal Election Commission, and falsifying records. An indictment charges that the men engaged in a straw-donor scheme to illegally donate money to a congressman—former Representative Pete Sessions, a Texas Republican—at the behest of a Ukrainian official, to get help in trying to have the U.S. ambassador to Ukraine fired. (Sessions wrote a letter calling for the diplomat’s firing, and she was eventually removed.) In another scheme, they funneled money from a Russian foreign national, again in violation of the law, into donations, using a legal recreational-marijuana enterprise as a front.

“Protecting the integrity of elections, and protecting our elections from unlawful foreign influence, are core functions of our campaign-finance laws,” Geoffrey Berman, the U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, said at a press conference on Thursday.

This is not the first time attention has turned to Parnas and Fruman. The men were already reported to have been assisting Giuliani in his quest to dig up dirt on dealings in Ukraine by former Vice President Joe Biden and his son Hunter Biden. (No evidence of wrongdoing has yet turned up.) BuzzFeed reported on the men’s lavish spending during that investigation. Parnas told BuzzFeed he’d met with the president “many times” but wouldn’t say what they discussed. The men seem to have been small-time businessmen with little political experience until recently, and how they got involved or what they were seeking is still not clear.

Read: Trump’s game of chicken

The fact that Trump’s corruption-seekers were, themselves, allegedly corrupt begs a comparison to Richard Nixon’s crew of Plumbers, who were convened to investigate leaks of classified information but were eventually arrested for crimes of their own. The White House has argued that the Democratic impeachment inquiry is illegitimate because Trump did nothing wrong and there’s nothing to investigate, but each new piece of information—much less federal indictments—makes that argument harder to sustain.

Even before the arrests, there was evidence that the public wasn’t buying it. A Fox News poll released Wednesday found that an eye-popping 51 percent of Americans want Trump impeached and removed from office. Another 4 percent want him impeached but not removed. The poll shows growing support in practically every group, across ideological and demographic categories. Some are especially worrisome for Trump: Suburban women favor impeachment and removal, 57 to 33. More than half of the respondents think the Trump administration is more corrupt than previous presidencies. Among those who oppose impeachment, only one in five say Trump did nothing wrong.

David A. Graham: The cover-up betrays Trump’s guilt

The Fox News poll has not escaped Trump’s agitated notice. It is a mild outlier, showing stronger support than most polls—but not by a lot. Support has grown steadily over the past two weeks; FiveThirtyEight’s tracker of impeachment polls shows an average 49.2 percent support as of this writing.

The president likes to point out that some polls underestimated his support in the 2016 election and failed to predict his victory. But these impeachment polls aren’t interesting as a predictor of electoral success. Instead, they’re a snapshot of public opinion. Trump’s firewall against removal from office is Republicans in the Senate. Many of them have never had a great deal of personal affection for Trump, but they fear the power of his supporters to punish them politically. If voters, especially Republicans, turn against Trump, GOP senators will have less reason to stick with him.

Souring public opinion is also a problem for Trump because his entire defense strategy against impeachment is currently premised on public opinion. An eight-page letter sent to House Democrats on Tuesday was signed by White House Counsel Pat Cipollone, but as I wrote, its arguments are almost entirely political rather than legal, attempting to dismiss the impeachment inquiry as illegitimate because it is politically motivated. Meanwhile, White House efforts to turn the focus back to the Bidens have struggled; even Peter Schweizer, a progenitor of the case against Hunter Biden, wrote in a New York Times column Wednesday that what Biden did was legal, though he says it should not be.

There’s a hoary legal adage, “If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell.” Neither fact nor the law is especially helpful to Trump right now, so the White House is pounding the table ferociously. At the moment, though, few people are heeding the racket.

[flourchildwrites]

Edwin 26 and 92 please.

A/N:  Hey, anon!  Thank you for dropping this FANFICTION TROPE MASH UP into my ask box.  I hope you check back in now that I’ve finally got around to responding.  You requested numbers 26 (massage fic) and 92 (kink) with an edwin ship.  I’m sensing a theme here, lol.  However, I’ve got to warn you that I’ve been in a heavy mood lately, and it’s coming out in my writing.  Trigger warnings for chronic pain and sacrilegious undertones.  This fic is also lemon flavored below the cut. :P  Here goes… something.

Special thanks to @bearonthecouch for the read through!

Read on AO3

Truth was a mixed bag.  At least, that was Winry Rockbell’s opinion.  In the years that followed the Promised Day, Ed described them as an amorphous being of indiscernible power, a haughty guardian of the veil between the physical and metaphysical realms or alternatively…  “That uppity bastard who stole my leg, my arm and my brother’s body!”  

Let it never be said that Edward Elric, adoring husband and doting father did not have a way with words.

Nevertheless, on the subject of the past, Winry kept her own counsel.  She neither delved deeply into the regrets of the yesteryear nor dwelled on impracticalities like God, Truth or the meaning of life.  Like the stalwart woman who raised her, Winry’s very existence was a testament to patience and persistence.  And yet, she’d be remiss to deny that, while Truth might have been a capricious guardian of the scales, they were most certainly a shitty surgeon.

Ed’s arm was all the proof she needed.  A mangled scar spilled across his shoulder, three inches deep with puckered flesh in all shades of ruddy red, yellow and purple.  Nuts and wires had jutted out from his restored skin, and if anything, the internal damage proved permanent.  Veins inextricably intertwined with threads of metal, a ghastly union of organic and manmade parts.  Secretly and silently, the young automail engineer sometimes wondered if Truth had bestowed Ed with a blessing or a curse.

Bathed in moonlight, Winry waddled down the staircase of the Elrics’ Resembool home with heavy footfalls.  One hand clutched her swollen stomach, and the other grasped the sturdy wooden banister.  Even in darkness, Winry knew that the walls were pristine, covered in pretty pictures and pastel paints that suited the quiet, country life that Ed and Winry enjoyed when they could get away from the hustle and bustle of Rush Valley.  And though baby Trisha’s nursery was only half finished, Winry could see Ed’s labor of love coming together, just as sure as she knew she was having a girl this time.

Winry smiled to herself as she appreciated the work that human hands had made.

“Ed,” Winry quietly called out from the foot of the staircase, careful not to wake little Yuriy.

“In here.”

The expecting mother made her way toward the sitting room and stumbled upon a familiar sight:  Edward Elric had, yet again, turned her elegant sitting room into an office.  Nevermind the actual study upstairs.  Books were haphazardly strewn across the small space interspersed with parchment bearing nearly illegible scribbles in Ed’s native Amestrian as well as flawed Xingese characters.  Winry had half a mind to chide her husband, but she refrained in light of the ice pack draped over his right shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked knowingly, coming close enough to admire the narrow spectacles Ed now wore when reading, the ones he obstinately swore he didn’t need.

“Nothing to worry about, Win,” the blond shot back, injecting confidence into his voice.  “It’s just a little sore.  The weather is changing, and Yuriy is getting bigger.  Besides, I need to get this work done for Al.  No time like the present.”

“You mean 3 a.m.” Winry shot back wryly as she placed her hands on her hips, “when our 2-year-old is finally sleeping, and we’ve got a full day of toddler tantrums ahead of us?  Why didn’t you just tell me it was hurting again?  Not for nothing, but I am one of the best automail mechanics around.  I think I know my way around human anatomy enough to ease a few tense muscles.”

Ed chuckled and rose from the couch, a merry glint in his light amber eyes.  “Well, not for nothing, but you are 25 weeks pregnant if I’m not mistaken.”  He wasn’t.  “What kind of husband would I be if I let you take care of me without taking care of you first?”

Ed moved quickly across the small living space and wrapped his arms around Winry.  His fingers moved restlessly, seeking purchase in the folds of her lightweight nightgown.  With eyes wide shut, she hummed as Ed reached around to massage the tight muscles of her lower back.  Winry buried her face in the soft cotton of his shirt, relishing the faint scent of sweat and freshly cut grass.  She loved Ed.  She loved being tenderly caressed by the warm hands that had never hesitated to pick her up when she was down.  To protect her just as she patched him back together time and time again.

Winry reluctantly summoned her wits in spite of Ed’s efforts and a raging case of momnesia.

“Not so fast, Edward,” Winry interjected, gently stepping back and placing a firm hand on her husband’s chest.  “Let’s have a look at that shoulder.  Then, you can take me upstairs and have your way with your bloated, pregnant wife.”

The glint in Ed’s eyes was inexplicably obscene.  “That a promise?”  

Winry rolled her eyes despite the smirk on her lips.  

“Take a seat, Fullmetal,” she said, gesturing toward the couch with an authoritative edge to her voice.  Though he practiced restraint, Ed’s features darkened hungrily as he took a seat on the floor near Winry’s usual perch on the couch, and if she had reminded him of a certain former commanding officer at that moment, he didn’t show it.

…

The bible according to Pinako Rockbell was pretty damn clear when it concerned the intersection of automail and pain.  It was merely the body’s way of communicating that something wasn’t working properly.  And though Winry still struggled to comprehend Edward’s refusal to dignify the pain he occasionally felt, she was all too familiar with his anatomy, right down to the battle scars hidden beneath the hem of his well-pressed shirts.

The young mother’s hands kneaded and pressed at her husband’s scarred skin, searching for knots and avoiding the places where she knew metal was permanently embedded within his flesh.  As her strokes turned long and languid, Winry felt Ed relax under her deft hands.  His arm and shoulder began to pulse as she stimulated blood flow alongside delicious friction and finally, she finished with a series of firm taps.

“Oh God, Winry,” Ed gasped.  “Do you have to tap it like that?  You’re killing the mood.”

“What mood?” she teased.  “Between the stretch marks and my swollen ankles, I don’t see how I can be the least bit appealing right now.  Then again, you are stuck with me.  I guess I can’t blame you for making the best of it.”

Winry’s words carried a self-deprecating edge, and she laughed with a good-natured timbre that belied the harsh truths sugarcoated by her humor.  The second time mother knew she’d grown bigger faster this time around.  Her ankles were puffy, and the stretch marks on her tummy had reasserted themselves in angry streaks of red.  Between her business and Yuriy, Winry found it difficult to think of herself as a sexual being, and honestly, Ed was more a partner in the trenches of childrearing than a lover now.

“Making the best of it?  Of our life together?” Ed scoffed.  “What makes you think that you aren’t exactly the person I want to be with?  Especially when you’re pregnant.”

“Especially when I’m pregnant?” Winry shot back.  “My stomach’s big.  My boobs are ridiculous.  In another month or so, I’ll be unable to see my feet.  Enlighten me, oh great alchemist, what’s there to like about all that?”

Ed paused in a rare show of speechlessness as he shifted at Winry’s feet and allowed his eyes to trace the outline of her figure.  It had been years since their first sleepless night together, but the way he looked at her was wondrous, reminiscent of their first fumbling time as well as the many happy endings they’d enjoyed after that.  Winry felt reborn when she considered herself from Ed’s perfective and saw all that she considered a nuisance as ancient symbols of power, unequaled by modern medicine or other mystic arts.

He took her hands in his and turned them, running his thumbs across her palms.  “I see hands that give life,” he said, kissing her callouses.  “And strong arms that cradle it lovingly.”

Ed turned his attention to her feet and massaged her ankles tenderly.  “I see legs that stood up for me when I couldn’t stand on my own.”  Winry shivered as she felt her husband place light kisses up her ankles, calves and thighs.  He gently pushed her nightgown up to reveal her round stomach, and as Winry’s pulse quickened, the baby inside her belly stirred.  Ed chuckled and pressed his hands against her, grinning as he felt his child’s movement.

“I love you like this,” he stated, almost breathless.  “I love seeing our child growing inside you, and you’ve got this raw, powerful beauty that makes me crazy.  You’re glowing, Winry.”

She started to tell him that it was just her acid reflux, but with those words, Ed kissed the top of her thigh near the plain white fabric of her panties.  Slowly, his tongue pressed against her, and Winry couldn’t hide the soft sigh which followed.  She leaned back, enjoying Ed’s attention as his mouth began sucking and pulling at her skin.  As was only fair, he repeated the same series on the inside of her other thigh, moving ever closer to her warm center.

As her breathing grew fevered Ed delved deeper, running his lips over the outside of her underwear in a way that made Winry sigh.  He sucked the fabric, and his fingers toyed with the low waistband, bowed by her growing baby bump.  One hand settled on the width of her hips, and again Ed caressed her belly as his tongue lapped at her through a pesky layer of cotton.

Winry moaned and pleaded for her pleasure until Ed finally kissed her clit.

“Oh, God!” Winry exclaimed, feeling both breathless and beautiful in the eyes of the person who mattered most.

He smirked in response, all humor and bravado intact.  “I prefer Ed.”

Winry laughed in a throaty register as she gave in to her husband’s skillful ministrations.  Pushing her panties to one side, his tongue set out to do its best, returning the favor for all Winry’s earlier efforts.  Ed was insufferable at times, Winry knew, and yet, as he cracked a blasphemous joke and ate her like it was his last supper, she couldn’t help but revel in her good fortune.  If no higher power had brought them together during their difficult childhoods or made them as mirror images of one another, being with him was a miracle all the same.

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[yettoberefuted]

whotookmygrapes replied to your post “I always do this …every damn year. and I am more stressed because this...”

(This is super-late but I have this exact issue, because I usually don't draw things that fit either majorly-consumed category. It sucks and if you're going to make a living by art, you're just going to have to either bite the bullet and provide soulless product for the masses to get by or keep creating whatever you truly, genuinely enjoy until people join your niche. The world's big enough that you WILL eventually find people who share your tastes)

In conventions its often in three major catagories. The COOL, the SEXY, and the CUTE.  So its a cool baseline on what you want your niche to be. If you think about it. The cool factor has a huge sets of action poses or if you have a general aesthedic style its. Usually in that catagory. The sexy. is self explainitory, you just got abs and big chests. Maybe some booty action. But pin up poses are a main thing if you are into that.  And finally cute. Small adorable, PASTEL most people fawn over these. You really got to have the right mindset for these three to be able to do it consistantly.  Or have a style at appeals to everyone. I seen color blobs do well because they follow under the catagory of cute.  People say draw what you like. But the what if you like, isn’t mainstream. You are not going to get many people to the table if you draw the sumo anime vs someone who draws  my hero acadamia or yurii on ice.  So you have to give up your nights to draw something that isn’t in your best interest. But you know will have a market and the time you invest will pay off. I find the peices that I do like good omens charms will do well because its been popular for the current “season” And lets talk about that too. Seasons do count. I look on my dash for things that are going to be the next big money maker. The trends that are going to have the hype train behind it. Because lets face it when your market is 11-20 somethings, you need to know that the market is extreamly fickle. Because OH BOI THEM SHIPS. AND THEM SEXUAL TENSION... You really really have to put your money on the horse that is going to do well. Its just been my observation after a few years at con. I am trying to branch out so maybe my opnion will be different this con. Because this is a new market I am trending into. The con I usually go to. Is a year behind on trends. When hero aca merch I had first year when it came out, it didnt do good. The following year. I sold out on a print. Sooo take what you will.  There are a lot of variables. But it all boils down to what is the mainstream...and is your art in those three sections. 

[andfuckmcyt]

Why is yurii on ice trending it got me excited for no reason i thought the movie finally came out or something smh

[camacamacameleon]

85 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

❤︎ Tagged by the wonderful @bundleofunicorns​ 

Rules: Answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

— What was your last…

1. Drink: Orange juice

2. Phone call: My bestie Pedro

3. Text message: My bae @bnwmintmblr​ ❤︎

4. Song you listened to: Marijuana breath by Adam Jensen

5. Time you cried: Last night while reading A list of cages

6. Dated someone twice: Yes

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Not exactly, just wish I wasn’t drunk haha

8. Been cheated on: Nope

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Not that far, thx

— Fave colours

12. Blue

13. Gold

14. Black (let’s get edgy)

— in the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: Yes

16. Fallen out of love: Nope

17. Laughed until you cried: Yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: I mean, isn’t that a common thing?

19. Met someone who changed you: Mmm, I suppose that yes? Small changes

20. Found out who your friends are: I don’t think that’s a constant thing, more like I found out who aren’t my friends lol

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: Yes

— General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: Mostly everyone? Like maybe 900/1000? Who knows

23. Do you have any pets: Yess, my beautiful dog Toby

24. Do you want to change your name: No exactly, but if I could it would be Naila or Layla

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Went to Six Flags

26. What time did you wake up today: 8 am 

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Reading crying A list of cages 

28. What is something you can’t wait for: Passing the semester of uni, why is science so hard?

30. What are you listening to right now: Like real people do by Hozier

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Mmm don’t think so

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: Hot weather

33. Most visited website: Goodreads, youtube, tumblr? Who knows

34. Hair colour: Dark browm

35. Long or short hair: Short

36. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope

37. What do you like about yourself: Mmm my sense of humor?

38. Want any piercings: Nope

39. Blood type: B-

40. Nicknames: Dianita

41. Relationship status: Single as fuck

42. Sign: Leo

43. Pronouns: She/her

44. Fave tv show: Don’t think I have one

45. Tattoos: Sadly, none

46. Right or left handed: Right

47: Ever had surgery: yES

48. Piercings: Nope

49. Sport: Swimming/dancing 

50. Vacation: I’m in my hometown for  semana santa

51. Trainers: MMM no

— More general

52. Eating: Chocolate haha

53. Drinking: Nope

54. I’m about to watch: Yurii on ice! For the thousandth time

55. Waiting for: Tomorrow! My copy of A monster calls arrives!!

56. Want: TO PASS BIOCHEM FOR GOD’S SAKE

57. Get married: Maybe? 

58. Career: Genomic biotechnology and it’s killing me 

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: Hugssssss

60. Lips or eyes: Both tbh

61. Shorter or taller: Taller

62. Older or younger: Older

63. Nice arms or stomach: Ummmm, strong arms?

64. Hookup or relationships: Relationships

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: A beautiful mix of both

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: Yes

67. Drank hard liquor: Yes

68.Turned someone down: Yes

69. Sex on first date: No

70: Broken someone’s heart: Next one pls

71. Had your heart broken: Yes

72. Been arrested: No

73. Cried when someone died: Yes

74. Fallen for a friend: Yes

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: I mean, yes and no? Depending in my mood

76. Miracles: Not sure

77. Love at first sight: Nope

78. Santa Claus: Nope

79. Angels: Don’t think sp

— Misc

80. Eye colour: Dark brown/ blueish? 

81. Best friends name: My dog, Toby

82. Favorite movie: Pls no, too many, but the first one in my mind is Remember the titans

83. Favorite actor: I don’t really have one

84. Favorite cartoon: The winx, I loved that thing when I was little

85. Favorite teacher’s name: Mr Castañeda

Tagging @witherwaxian, @bnwmintmblr (i already tagged you, soo), @ceruleanandsnow, @tori1385, @bookdinosuar, @radar-technician, @tsnazzzzz

You don’t have to, ofc! :D

[thegoldielocks28]

Secretive with Hiro and Tala

Hiro never knew he could be such a romantic. 

The wind is cold as he opens the window of his hotel room and slips outside. Careful of his step, he moves tiptoeing on the shallow path and shuts the window behind him. He's on the 16th floor: one mistake and he´d be dead. Bloodied pulp on the sidewalk. Though, Jin of the Gale rarely makes mistakes. At least not when it comes to controlling his own body. Being a good son, brother, coach and friend is another thing, something he tries to juggle every day.

But enough of that. 

Pressing himself close to the wall, he proceeds with caution, eyes on the price. One floor above, and all the way towards the corner of the building, is the one he wants to visit. Shifting he climbs up one floor, and continues to move further to the right. There's very few people that can move like Hiro, and he's proud about it. There is a dimly lit window there. Someone who's still up at this late hour just like Hiro himself. 

Even though he has been taught that there's a lot of room for growth when it comes to being a good big brother,  he's now finding out what kind of person he might be when into someone. Right now, he's experiencing what kind of boyfriend he can be. Not that he hasn't been in love before, he has, a few times. Or at least been interested.

However, this is a different kind of love. For every day Hiro grows closer with him Hiro feels like what he called love before was simply a crush. Him falling in love with the idea of being in love. This feels more sincere somehow, true. Above all of that, very new and shaky. Yet when Hiro wants something, or someone, he often goes all in for it. Even if others sometimes get hurt because of it. 

Hiro gives himself a moment to catch his breath. His time being a coach has made him ironically lose shape. Too much being on the side-lines, less working his body like he used to, exercising both beyblading and parkour. Calming his heart as much as he can while he listens to the sound from inside. It seems like he's alone, just like he wanted it.  Hiro knocks on the glass thrice before he moves to the side. The room goes eerily silent for a moment then he hears quick steps towards the window. 

The man who opens the window is Yuriy. His ice blue eyes are a bit wider than normal as he takes Hiro in while the man slips inside. He quickly shuts the window behind him, and pulls the curtains closed. The Russian´s private hotel room is tidy, only a few personal belongings unpacked. Hiro lets his eyes take it all in and put it to memory. There´s a faint scent of mint in the air. He rather likes it. 

“What are you doing here?” Yuriy asks, tone a bit higher than usual.

“I wanted to see you.” Hiro answers, an amused smile growing on his lips.

“And you couldn't use the door?” Yuriy gestures to his door.

Hiro looks towards the door, and shrugs. Smile turns into a slight smirk as he takes the freedom to walk about the room. Take in how Yuriy lives during tournament season. His grin only grows as he spots the small present he had given the man on their first date on the man´s bedside table. A small wolf plush. 

“You did say you wanted to keep a low profile, not get spotted.” Hiro replies, tilting his head to the side as if in a playful challenge. 

Hiro picks up the plush and dangles it a bit, clearly being happy about Yuriy keeping it. He had seen it in town during one of their tournament stops and bought it without much thought. Laughing as he gave it to Yuriy, pretending it wasn't a big deal. But it was. Hiro knows he can be seen as a selfish man. Him doing things for others without expecting anything in return is new. The Russian seems to get some color to his cheeks at the sight of the white wolf and he averts his eyes. His focus being on the outside of the window. Peeking out from the curtains.

“....Fuck, Hiro.” Yuriy says, looking outside. One mistake and Hiro would have been a puddle of blood on the concrete. “You should have just used the door.”

Hiro´s smirk fades into something softer and he puts the plush back down. The annoyance and surprise in Yuriy´s voice has changed into concern. Hiro stops his own tour of the room to move closer to his love, hands reaching out for him and pulling him closer by his hips. It's easy to see how Yuriy fights the urge to tense up. See how unused he is to this kind of touch. But also, how he lets his guard down and allows it to happen after just a moment. 

It took a long time for Yuriy to warm up to Hiro. The man worked with Balkov for a while after all. Knows the man who put Yuriy in a coma and calls him a friend. In addition to that and team drama, Yuriy had a hard time figuring out if Hiro was messing with him or if he was seriously flirting. If he was just being overly nice. 

Hiro tilts his head and waits for Yuriy to look at him. When he does, the Japanese man closes the distance between them and kisses him. A gentle liplock, almost like an apology. Seems like his excitement to see Yuriy made him take risks the man wasn't comfortable with. Hiro pulls away just to stay close, keep Yuriy in his arms. 

“I´m not ready to tell the world I´m gay.” Yuriy says after a long while of enjoying each other´s warmth. “And… not tell your brother.”

Hiro has been prepared to date Yuriy in secret, after all, the man lives in a country where not being straight is against the law. Japan is also just recently becoming more accepting. Yet, the mention of his brother surprises him. Yuriy and Takao are good friends. Has been since Takao´s first world championship in Russia. Why would he want to keep it a secret from him? Hiro lets his hand move up and down Yuriy´s back in a comforting manner. 

“Takao?” He repeats.

“He has talked to me you know, saying that you´re a good guy and all but that I should reject you gently if I don't like your advances.”

“Oh.” Hiro answers, feeling a strange sting. Also embarrassment over his little brother so easily being able to see that Hiro has an eye for Yuriy. “....He thinks I´m straight.” Yuriy explains, pulling away so he can see Hiro´s falling expression and how it changes as the man understands.

“Oooh.” Hiro says, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I'm kind of open and direct about what I like so maybe my little bro just tried to protect both of us.” 

Hiro from falling from a straight man, and Yuriy from uncomfortable advances of a queer one. Takao meant well. Hiro reaches out to gently trace Yuriy´s knuckles with the tip of his finger.  Holding him close, while also holding his hand. 

“You're planning on rejecting me?” Hiro´s voice is low and gentle.

Yuriy´s pale face seems to heat up, even if just a little. “No.” 

“So you liiike me?” Hiro grins. 

“You´re pushing it.” Yuriy says.

“Haha.” Hiro laughs, pulling the man against him again. “We don't have to go public about us yet, you know. I'm aware that it's illegal in Russia. Take day by day and if… we stay together we could just let people close to us know.”

“Yeah…” 

Hiro breathes in Yuriy´s scent while closing his eyes. Like this, it feels like their bodies are a perfect fit. That he'd do so much just to keep him happy and safe. He really hasn't felt this way before.

“And… since I can't use the window… I guess I'm staying here until it's safe to venture out? Until everyone´s asleep.” 

“What are you plotting.” Yuriy says, lips moving into a slight smile. 

Hiro´s hold on Yuriy´s hand gets a little bit firmer as he pulls Yuriy along with him. The bed is still too soon, so he settles for the two-seated sofa in front of the TV. He carefully pulls the man down with him and makes room so he can comfortably rest against him there. Yuriy´s head against Hiro´s chest, their legs entangled. Hiro can feel how Yuriy relaxes more and more with every exhale of breath. 

“Nap if you want, I know you need it.” 

Yuriy lets out a semi-annoyed groan at that, but he doesn't fall asleep. Instead they rest together for hours. Talking. Laughing.

With a kiss good bye, Hiro is left secretly walking back to his own room. 4am in the morning. 

[aki-draws-things]

Ficlet time... Again, I'm really rusty... But I still love 'em so much.

Lil summary: Boris once came up with a plan to get them free from Balkov with only one small problem: nothing in his plan is safe for him. But it's alright, freedom is worth the risk. Yuriy is worth the risk too.

They said there was always a connection between a blader and their beast, the Abbey, with its experiments, just made it literal. An actual, physical connection that only the stronger of them could take and survive, something deep, not fully trust, just--

Yuriy stood and took a step closer almost unconsciously when he noticed the first crack appear on Falborg, as he noticed Boris stumble back, confused. He wasn't worried, well no, he didn't appear worried, Boris was one of the strongest, of someone could win, that was him. There was a different problem, winning would be wrong, in the very, very end.

"it's a good plan."

"it's suicide."

Boris laughed and yuriy wanted to punch him, hard.

"it's not funny. Stop it, borya. You go there and fight just as usual and win. That's final."

"yura, yura, my beautiful winter wolf." there was something almost endearing whenever he called him so, there was something intimate, something that made him melt just a little bit on the inside. "we have a chance, and only one. This once, have a little faith in me."

He wanted to tell him he never stopped believing in him, having faith, not since they met the first time as kids, but words died in his throat.

He hoped, oh, he just hoped--

"another couple of hits like that and Falborg will shatter." was all he said, during a short break, hovering behind boris' back as he assessed the damage.

"we're stronger than that."

"show me you arm."

"it's a scratch."

"borya---"

"relax, wolfie. Everything's going as planned."

/it's suicide./ yuriy wanted to say, yet again. It would make Boris angry, and anger made him distracted, they couldn't afford it.

"remember the time I hacked into the cameras and made it look we spent hours training?" he did remember.

"No, " he lied. "I remember you tied to a fucking table. I mean it borya, it's too dangerous. We can find another way, another chance--"

He didn't get angry, in the end. He turned, his eyes softening as he looked up at him, pale fingers trailed by his cheek before leaving.

"have faith."

And yuriy would be damned if he didn't trust him.

Falborg cracked again and boris staggered back, hardly catching a breath and blades of wind him him. He used that against opponents so many times, and he had it used on himself too, just as many times more. He could take it, he could take the pain.

Someone screamed, howled, screached in his mind, it burned cold like ice. It was all as planned, Balkov probably caught his little trick already, of course he would've, he just hoped he wouldn't turn against yuriy for that. Oh, no... No, yuriy was his favorite, he would never dare to damage him, not before such an important match. The rest of them were expendable on the other hand, replaceable.

He stumbled, dropped on a knee, sweat mixing with blood. He didn't strike his opponent for someone cruel, and yet he didn't blink, not one moment. Better, that was even more perfect, it made it all more real, it made his little plan--

Pain exploded. His mind screamed, his body screamed, yuriy screamed. The always cold, collected, quiet Captain. But he knew better, Boris. Much better.

Falborg cracked and shattered, pieces flying out of the arena, clattering at his feet as he tumbled down on the floor.

Cold hands, long pale fingers clutched at him, held him close desperately.

"no. No no, no... Please. Please borya, don't--"

Don't... Don't what? But he couldn't speak, he couldn't even open his eyes, too tired, in too much pain, he felt safe, in his arms, at least. /at last./

"borya... Borya please... Plea---"

Exhaling slowly the world seemed to come at a stop.

What he failed to take in consideration, in the absolutely perfect plan, plan that yuriy knew about and had called perfect too once upon a time, was the blind rage that this would unleash.

A little night sketch as practice...

Uh oh... The last battle didn't go as expected, not one bit apparently...

[multsicorn]

yuri on ice liveblog ep 12 (part 2 of 2)

and here have approximately two thousand more words almost entirely of victuuri feels!

OR… not that much of a break… being as they're still walking around together right now!  I guess it's "we will be on a break, maybe, after this thing is over."  BUT… is VIctor not wearing his ring anymore!?  Or is that just the wrong hand for it to be on; hands confuse me.  Anyway I'm crying how they're walking around pretending Everything's Okay but also Yuuri walking right past Victor and like - not pretending really that much?  But still going around together.  It must hurt a lot!  In a really good way!  And a great use of the coach/student setup: how they gotta still be together Doing The Thing, even if they're On A Break personally.

HA I like how JJ the asshole has regained some sympathy points from the audience by fucking up so badly in the last program; I still don't want him to win, though!  But I appreciate how all the little subplots fill both the story and the skating program out.  And every single moment of 'don't applaud for me, audience, I'm not good enough!'

Aww Phichit's little Thai ice show fantasy is so nice and sweet!  Phichit is a pretty nice and sweet person ~ and I love how everyone gets random fantasy bits.

Ooooooh Victor and Yuuri being all tense together!  NICE.  Victor's said when they enter the arena… but at the rinkside, he's touching Yuuri and trying to psych him up like he always does.  AND STILL WEARING THE RING AFTER ALL!  I think that's not again, I think it was the wrong hand when he was talking to the news anchor - but that framing of not seeing it then and seeing it again now still feels like a significant choice that was made.  And is Yuuri wearing his…?

"Don't suddenly start acting like a coach now" UM Yuuri he's been doing this since the beginning?  But also does that mean that Yuuri's only trying to break up with him coach-wise and not relationship-wise, which would make SENSE, but we can't get that information if we only get to see them discussing their relationship through the lens of coaching!  *screams quietly again*

"Yuuri listen to me.  I debated whether I should say this to you now, but, I took a break after becoming the five-time world champion to coach you."

Okay rinkside right before the biggest program so far of Yuuri's career is a brilliant time to have your relationship talk, VICTOR, you know how crazy he gets about just about everything!  You know and specifically acted earlier on 'thinking will affect his performance badly' - I guess he's gambling that whatever it is he has to say this time will help - but that's a hell of a gamble.

"So how is it possible that you still haven't won a gold medal!?"

Um Victor that does NOT sound like it counts as helpful, are we doing the whole 'try to break his heart' thing yet again!?

"How much longer are you going to stay in warm-up mode?  I really want to kiss that gold medal"………. WELL that is certainly a thing to say!  I'm not sure how it worked!  I mean, I have actually no idea at all how it worked, but Yuuri sure seems to be acting like it worked so HM.

One thing I do know is that the fact that only after this do we get to see that Yuuri's still wearing his ring is not an accident.  They are still together for now, or something!

But, yeah, Victor saying "I really want to kiss that gold medal" meaning equally both that he wants Yuuri to win - and that he wants to still be close enough to him afterwards to kiss him, I mean his medal, but Yuuri knows that means everything, everywhere, not just literally the medal itself - especially with the seeming ring-kissing earlier, and with the way the round golden rings have already been identified with the gold medals previously - well, anyway, it's a Lot.  Reassuring Yuuri at this last moment not just that Victor's rooting for him, but also that Victor's still rooting for Them, despite everything.

Yes, Yuuri, at the Grand Prix you're one of a dime-a-dozen figure skaters.  Just in case we were ever in danger of believing your self-assessment <3.  Man I really wanna just reach in through the screen and give him a hug!

"I've spent more than half my life watching Victor, trying to catch up" means since Yuuri was younger than twelve.  Which is fine, I just - I wish there'd been more done with this movement of Victor as someone Yuuri idolizes from a distance to someone he's actually close to in real life, even before they get together.  There's so much potential there, in stories about Victor falling off that pedestal!  About both him and Yuuri dealing with the weirdness of, yeah, I had a crush on you before I knew you, but that's *different* from my feelings now.

"I don't want it to end here.  I wanna skate with you forever" is quite different from what you said in the hotel room, Yuuri!  So how much is this a realization, and how much is it something felt and thought even when you were saying the opposite?  My guess is 'skating emotions means admitting his true feelings even if they seem doomed or selfish etc.' but who knows that's just a guess.

"The price of keeping you as my coach would be slowly killing you as a competitive skater.  Forget the Victor who lives on inside me.  Becoming my coach wasn't a waste of time.  I'm the only one who can prove it."

And, see, this, this is fascinating!  Was Yuuri threatening to quit for Victor's sake, because he feels/knows/etc. that Victor ought to be skating!?

Which, I mean, you'd think that'd be Victor's choice - but it's easy to see how Yuuri could feel like he's holding him back.  And he both loves him as a person and admires him as a skater, so on the one hand he doesn't want to do that, but on the other hand he does want Victor with him, so, what do!?… talk this out, theoretically, lol.  But it is a hard problem!

Anyway, gah, I love so much that conflict that on the one hand Yuuri needs to prove that Victor hasn't wasted his time coaching him.  But even so - even if he hasn't - Yuuri feels that Victor needs to get back out there and skate!

I do love couples who want things that are best for each other, even if that conflicts with them being together or what's best for themselves etc.  *happysigh.*

"Going back there means it's over…"  No, Yuuri, the only one who said that was you!  You can un-say it, I'm a hundred percent sure Victor wants you to!  And GAH the idea of Victor comforting Yuuri even though he doesn't know if they're broken up etc. - it is A LOT to feel.  All this happening on the TV screens, too, Victor's arm around Yuri… ahh, excellent pining fuel.

And then after the score announcement, we see the rings and them holding hands with the rings again!  THEY ARE STILL CONNECTED, they're not over yet~.

So Victor says he's skating again, and Yuuri's happy for him, and that's very exciting and so on and 'compliment as a coach, insult as a competitor' is a GREAT SETUP, but I still don't know if that means they're going to stay together as people or what?  I mean I figure they will by the end of the last ~twelve minutes or so of this series; but how will we know, how will they be able to talk about it, if they're not coach and student anymore!?  I guess you gotta keep watching to find out.

HA Christophe gets a real live flower crown, in the meantime.  Also cheered on by lots of competitors, that's nice.

I do love that Victor says that Yuuri's continuing to skate is up to him!  Cause he's been pushy a lot with Yuuri - although Yuuri of course enjoyed it - but yeah, not about this, and/or not anymore.  … I don't even care whether Yuuri keeps performing or not, I just want them to be together, anyway.  Cause it seems to me that's what Yuuri wants!

ALSO Victor hugging Yuriy is a nice feelsy surprise!  And encouraging him!  Yuriy didn't expect that, but why shouldn't he - but also it means A Lot if he's encouraging him to 'not lose sight of what he wants' and 'take off' when he'll be fighting against Yuuri!  Is Victor rooting for them both equally (e.g. cause he's not a coach anymore), surely not equally, but still!

Maybe, Yuuri, Victor left LIKE YOU WERE TELLING HIM TO???  Maybe you will have to go find him and ask him to stay with you at least in some fashion!!!

(Both are pursuers, not just one, vis-a-vis Yuuri's skating narration at the beginning of the show - yes, I like that a lot.)

Yuriy my bb <3.

What, by the way, is with all the stuffed animals so many of the skaters keep holding on their post-performance press screens?  It's cute but it's WEIRD.

And I love his faces, and all the thoughts back and forth between Yuuri and Yuriy durings this performance - both, kind of, respecting each other, but in very different ways - but why does he break down crying at the end!?  Anyway I'm not totally surprised he wins…

SURELY in this last minute or two there is time for Victor and Yuuri to say something Significant re: their future to each other, show!?  I am counting on it… here we come.

"Well it's not a gold medal, but," says Yuuri.  Will you kiss it - me - Victor?  In any show with proper non-sub-text, he'd *ask*…

"That's nice but I'm not going to kiss your medal unless it's gold, sorry!"  Victor!?!?  Surely you do not mean this!?  Yuuri's face too he's so shocked man I feel for him!!!

"I was really looking forward to kissing that gold medal"… I'd get this if it were before a competition, to motivate Yuuri, but after!?  Surely he'll take this back in spirit somehow.  SURELY!  But I gotta liveblog it so I get all the feelings down.

How can I ever recover from my failure as a coach…. well, okay, if he's straight-up just kissing Yuuri instead, then I can forgive.  Yuuri!  Don't back away!  Though I might too, if such MIXED SIGNALS.

"Something that might excite me?  Anything come to mind?"

"Uh, well, I, uh, Victor!"  He drops his medal as he embraces Victor!!!  TELL ME I'm supposed to read this hug as romantic, okay!?  But it'll wait till Yuuri says the right thing…

"I want to stay in competition with you for one more year.  And this time, I'll win gold."

"Even for me it's not going to be easy to make a full comeback while also staying on as your coach.  In exchange I expect five world championships, at the very least."

"Okay."

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I GUESS this works as a way to have the 'but can we be us' etc. discussion without quite having it out loud?  I still think that a show where they could have it out loud would be quite different, and better, but - we'll both keep performing, and also we'll stay ~together,~ at least one more year but while keeping the symbols that it's meant and hoped to be forever… it works for me!

It's kinda disappointing though just cause it is such a great ending, vis-a-vis the career ending of the beginning of the show, YOU go back to skating, and YOU go back to skating, EVERYONE goes back to skating, but if only we'd had more of a visible reason or arc in-story as to why Victor left skating in the first place… him going back to it could mean so much more than it does?  But still, I'm going back because you have made it more of a challenge for me again, that is a pretty great feeling… yes, of course, especially for a ship :D.  Rivals ships are even better than mentor/student ships, probably!

And they're SO setting up for a next season, but it makes me actually want a next season while also being a good ending, so I can't complain about it - quite the opposite in fact.

Finally, at the end, they get some really beautiful pairs skating in!  Because skating together is surely better than anything else, so it works that it is at the end <3.

"There's a place you just can't reach unless you have a dream that's too large to bear alone," that's a NICE fucking sentiment, wow.  Not something I'd use to summarize this ship particularly?  But it's a lovely mission statement for a ship, just about any ship I've ever cared about probably in my life.