#when the enemies to lovers is actually enemies to lovers and not diet rivals to lovers..

[itskindamagical]

So seriously true bc suddenly the death threats get thrown out and ppl get doxxed, hunted down, and burned at the stake

never ask a woman her age a man his salary a south park fan their opinion on kyman

[snippychicke]

So kuro IDEAS..

How do you feel about like...enemies to lovers? Like so if Kuro has like a weird relationship with one of the staff of the mansion? Kind of one upping each other to care for Kaya.

Heh, I was working on this… and then my beta reader/friend pointed out it was more hate!sex vibes than enemies to lovers. So while I will be posting that in the future… It also meant I ended up restarting this, which is why it took so long. 

You and Klahadore were rivals, though not in the common sense. 

You had been taking care of Miss Kaya since she was just learning to walk. First as more of a babysitter/playmate when you were a young teen, and then as her personal maid as you both grew.

So when Klahadore had somehow assumed command of the household staff and was obviously trying to garner the new lady of the house’s favor, you were less than thrilled. 

Kaya was your charge. You didn’t care for the rest of the manor, or anything like that. But he was not about to usurp your position. 

So your rivalry was for taking care of the teen after the death of her parents. Though Klahadore was more the strict parental figure that had a soft spot whenever Kaya gave him a pleading look (Such as when he discovered Usopp visiting). Whereas you were more the big sister, happily conspiring with her in various plans. 

If she wanted some fish instead of the ‘medicinal soup’ that seemed to become the mainstay of her diet, you’d sneak down to the village and buy something freshly fried and bring it to her. If she wanted to travel into the village--which Klahadore was very much against due to the unseen dangers-- you and Usopp would find a way to keep the butler distracted for at least a few hours. 

Well, you kept Klahadore busy while Usopp escorted her into town. And keeping him distracted but not suspicious was a trial in itself. At first it was difficult, and Klahadore caught on more than a few times--whether it was for when the two teens were sneaking out, or if Usopp was merely visiting-- and was never happy. His protective streak fueled his irritation, and more often than not it ended up with you  

But then you started to actually learn about Klahadore, and then your ��mission’ became easier…and also more enjoyable. A very weak question of ���what’s your favorite animal’ revealed he was fond of cats, which had been the crack in the mystery of Klahadore. 

Because you loved cats. And convincing Kaya to request a few cats to ‘keep the vermin away’ was an easy task, meaning soon there were a few felines wandering the manor and the sprawling estate. You even caught Shem and Buchi playing a few times with the new ‘recruits’, making you smile. 

Discussions about the latest antics of the manor’s newest residents led to talking about other things with the butler. You found out he did enjoy a glass of wine once in a while but despised drunkards, he had been to several different islands around the East Blue before washing up on the shore of the Gecko Islands. He insisted he was neutral when it came to the Marines and the World Government, but you didn’t miss the slight sneer of disgust when news of them were splayed in the newspaper.  

Then there were the things you learned without really talking. He was constantly on high alert. There was no  chance of trying to sneak up on this man. He was also rather suspicious, verging on paranoid. There had been a lot of odd looks when you had first begun…and hence how often he figured out you were trying to distract him purposefully. Add the fact Klahadore was rather sharp-minded, and you had a feeling he was well aware what you were up to, but was instead amusing you along with Kaya. Maybe because he was as soft on the girl as you suspected… 

Or maybe he enjoyed spending time with you, just as you were. 

The realization hit you when he sought you out for once. You had been ironing some of Kaya’s favorite outfits when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder, making you jump. There was a sly smile on Klahadore’s face when you turned around, causing you to narrow your eyes and wave the iron threateningly towards him. “Are you trying to get burnt?”

His smile never wavered as he gently took the iron from your hand and set it down. “I’m finding that risk isn’t as great as I once thought,” he answered, which made little sense to you, but that was pushed out of your mind when he took your arm in his and pulled you away from the ironing board. “I found something I believe you should enjoy.” 

You were really confused as he led you down to the cellars, where the vast amount of Kaya’s parent’s wine collection sat (mostly) untouched. Back in the darker corner, you heard soft little mews before Klahadore pulled back one of the heavy curtains that hid the open window in the stone wall. Laying in a nest of scraps of fabrics you recall had gone missing over the last few weeks was one of cats with a litter of multicolored kittens. 

“Oh my god!” you whispered as you pressed closer to Klahadore (completely as a way to keep you from picking up the newborns. No other reason.) ��Babies! I thought she was looking like she was about ready to pop.” 

“I stumbled upon them just this morning,” he explained softly, kneeling down and pulling you down with him. “I assume she gave birth sometime through the night.”

“We should set out some fresh water down here for her, and food. Oh! And I’m sure there’s some old towels that would keep them warmer than those scraps. I wonder…” you trailed off, happening to glance at the man beside you. Those dark eyes were focused on you again, full of warmth and amusement as he smiled softly. Something about his expression made your heart flutter and your face warm in contrast to the cool air of the wine cellar. “What?” 

“Your compassion never ceases to surprise me,” he admitted, which did little to help your blush. “It’s… endearing.” 

“I recall someone not too long ago called me a bleeding hearted fool for assisting Kaya to sneak down to the fireworks festival.” 

Something shifted in his dark eyes as he looked back to the kittens. “I admit, I am prone to being overprotective of the girl. And I don’t take others sneaking around my back very well. But in hindsight, I’m aware you only have Miss Kaya’s wellbeing in mind when you allow such things to occur.”  

You bit your lip before sighing. “I’m sorry, Klahadore. I really don’t like it either, but I just can’t seem to say no to her. But, on the plus side, I got to know you better. And I’ve really enjoyed that.” 

His free hand reached up to touch your hand that was still wrapped around his arm.  “I have as well. Which is why I was wondering if perhaps you had any plans this weekend. I overheard that Miss Kaya and Usopp have plans in town, and was hoping maybe we could have an evening to ourselves.” 

Your blush returned in full force and your heart traveled to your throat. Was it your imagination running away? Or was he intending to have that sound rather romantic? Especially with his fingers still gently caressing your knuckles. “I-I think I could clear my schedule. For you.” God, why did you have to say it like that?!

The internal-criticism fell silent as he looked back to you, his smile widening. “Then it’s a date.”

[judithan-xing]

oc phone bg + detail shots ^w^

This is a redraw of an old phone background I made a couple years back, except I wanted to make it themed around my unofficial Year of Yaoi I've been doing. It's a celebration of all of my gay protagonists, with more detailed notes about them under the read more, please consider taking a look through at it, I really poured my heart into this piece ;w;

[In order of top to bottom, left to right]

Fester and Riot (Lordless) are what I would consider the ship that is the most "I would kill for you", in a mutual way. Riot is given his Blessing by Abaddon and prays and worships him at every hardship, completely unaware that the creepy, rot-smelling freak that he's been helping unwillingly is the object of his worship. Fester would do anything for Riot, having fallen in love with him the moment he laid eyes on him, and suffers torture and having his wings ripped from him and still goes to Riot's side.

Valcher and Dirk (Red Snow) are obsessed with each other. Codependent, but in a way that's mutually beneficial. Valcher hates humans and finds them disgusting (his vampyric diet consisting of wild game) but trusts Dirk with his life and finds him to be Different than the rest. Dirk is obsessed with Valcher and realizes that his repressed lack of want for love or sex has actually been due to needing a Freak Like Him. His love for Valcher comes easily.

(Center panel) Tamara and Judas (Magus Society) are the It Couple of All Time. Judas originally courts Tamara on the idea that he's both extremely powerful, frail, and naive, but eventually can't help but truly fall in love. His dubious morals are no match for Tamara's virtue, and he changes, not just to save the world, but to earn back his love's trust. And Tamara, despite the heart ache he's put through, lets Judas back in. Forgives him, loves him flaws and all. A Demon Prince and his Deity of Hope.

Saber and Lux (Elemon) are rivals. While Saber is nonbinary so this wouldn't count as MLM, Lux is also nonbinary so it still counts a T4T. Lux is exceptional at everything he does, between training Elemon to besting others in combat, to the point it enrages Saber. How could this idiot Nobody beat them? Over the course of their story, however, Saber learns to realize they never stood a chance. Lux is in a league of his own. The respect becomes mutual, and the crush is incidental. If you ever asked what their relationship is, they'd both say "we're just rivals" even after making out.

Sinclaire and Kail (Demon In The Machine) are... coworkers, if you could call them that. Kail, in a desperate attempt to find a better life for himself and his sister, and get them off the frozen hellscape of Titania, makes a deal with a devil - an Arma demon named Sinclaire. He sells his soul in exchange for a new hand and a mech. What he doesn't know is included is his heart, clutched in the black claws of his boss, his owner, his downfall. Toxic lovers to the end.

Avelar and Gentri (Legend of Arcadia) are bodymates. Gentri is the God of Nature, Avelar a man of science, and in an effort to turn himself into a God he fused the soul core of one into him and became permanently bound to the deity. Gentri detests him at first, trying to do anything and everything he can to remove himself from the semi-mortal prison, but eventually grows to understand and even like Avelar as a person. He learns of human fear, mortality, abandonment, and while he wishes to be a separate person he grows to enjoy the man's company... especially after several decades of Avelar furiously trying to find a way to undo his mistake. Their trope is enemies to reluctant friends to lovers.

Sterling and Rez/Rezykai (Benevola) are acquaintances by necessity at first. Sterling is a merc who takes jobs others don't want, and when he's asked to transport Rez across the border he nearly refuses. But he does it anyway, and goes from being barely involved with his political drama to integral and attached. They're both idiots and bicker constantly, but they both care deeply about the other and would kick anyone's ass for touching them. Sterling is cold and Rez is a tsundere and together they're hilarious and insufferable.

All of these ocs have spanned the course of my entire artistic life. Tamara and Judas for example I drafted up in 2007, while Saber and Lux are my most recent mainstay duo having been created in 2023. I love my ocs a lot and I could go on and on about them forever if prompted. (pls send me asks about my ocs lol)

if you got this far tysm i cherish you <3

[dracomort]

Is there a reason why you dislike Red, White and Royal Blue?

Honestly, I read it and enjoyed most of it, but the ending I hated. But that's just me, I like fluff, but that ending was something else...

What is your gripe with the book?

RWRB fans keep scrolling. I'll try to keep it nice (post-writing edit: this was not kept nice) but I really disliked this book. I am also NOT AN AMERICAN and I think that makes the biggest impact on enjoyment of this book. If it were a romcom between a random American boy and British boy then I could critique it on its writing merit alone, but the choice of the author to engage with politics in such a brainless manner is really symptomatic of the cancer that is modern American liberalism.

Disclaimer: I did not finish this book. It's one of the only books I've ever DNF'd. I paid real monnies to buy the ebook. This waste of $15 is probably why I'm so bitter.

With RWRB it really comes down to four Ps:

Premise, pacing, prose

This is perhaps on me, but when you look at the blurb: "photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations. The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince."

See now, to me, that premise reads as—fake friendship, enemies/rivals to lovers, where they slowly come to understand what they like about each other. From a narrative pacing perspective, I would expect to see this click for our protagonists at the midpoint or perhaps the climax. Certainly not them having a conversation and resolving all their differences within the first 10% of the book (hospital broom cupboard). It's been a couple years since I (attempted to) read this book, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I strongly feel that they went from hating each other—with no substance to that hate beyond a petty misunderstanding—to resolving their differences, to kissing and fucking, within the first 20% of the book. What is this pacing??

After that I realised that this book should've been pitched with a forbidden love/Romeo & Juliet premise, because clearly that was what the author was going for. I don't necessarily have an issue with that. It's just disappointing to me because it was misleading and I wasted my money on a book that's actual premise doesn't interest me in the slightest. I read romance primarily for the internal conflict within the relationship, not the external conflict, though having both is fab (e.g. Captive Prince).

I'm not quite sure anything happens in this book. The protagonists are 'enemies' for maybe 10 pages and then fuck for the rest of it?? I skipped pages and pages and pages of 'banter' between Alex and those girls, and politics that read like it'd been penned by a 12 year old, and somehow managed to miss nothing. I've never read a book where I could skip so many pages with it having so little material impact on my understanding of the narrative.

I also found the prose and dialogue very... 'aliens guess at the way humans speak based on a diet of nothing but mediocre social media themed fanfiction'. And I say this as a fic writer myself. There's a bunch of female characters that serve no purpose other that to cheerlead the main couple and be wholesome, flawless, quippy and supportive, because that's feminism, baby. I can't speak at length about the characters because I dropped the book pretty early on.

2. POLITICS

RWRB is very much a product of its time and its author's nationality. That it was written and published during the Trump administration is no surprise. I think, just as Cinderella (2021) will be a perfect specimen for future study of the hot mess that is 2020s liberal feminism, RWRB will serve the same for 'left-wing' democrat politics for the 2016-xx political landscape. It's an AU where a while, blonde female presidential candidate wins the election and leaked emails have no effect on the outcome of said election. Jee, I sure wonder who she's meant to be 🙄

I understand that this book was intended as a light-hearted romcom, a silly romance for readers to turn off their brains and enjoy the wholesomeness. But clearly I am not the target audience as I am incapable of turning off my brain under any circumstance, especially not when reading a book. I am also not a romance reader, nor much of a genre fiction reader. Again, not the target audience. I also do not think you get to introduce politics as one of the most prominent themes and then not have your book critiqued on its handling of that subject matter.

I am far too much of a political cynic to read about this wholesome good working-class American political family that hold all the right views and have no flaws. I was disappointed but not surprised as soon as I realised this was really gonna go for the pro-democrat lens. I'm too foreign to view that party as anything more than middling centrists and outright antagonists on the global stage. Perhaps some people enjoy reading books that put them in a fantasy lala land where everything is good and just in the world, but I think this sort of passive idealism is exactly why the USA is a conservative hellscape in the first place.

A goodreads review that articulates my thoughts well: "This is the most idealized, grotesque, good-versus-evil look at politics I have EVER SEEN. In this book, the Democrats are a rainbow-wearing gloriously diverse coalition of kumbaya-singing angels, and everyone else is a villain we won’t talk about. Democrats are 100% motivated purely by the love of Doing The Right Thing, and they have never done anything wrong, ever, in their lives. The American people love them implicitly and will turn historically red states blue just to show them that. It’s not only sickening, it’s damaging. DO NOT IDEALIZE POLITICIANS."

And even moving away from politics to just address the wealth and privilege of these characters who fly back and forth over the pond on private jets to see each other... like, I don't have an issue with rich MCs (tbh Henry should be exactly my fave type), but I do have an issue with the desperate, self-aware attempts the author makes to keep things 'progressive'. Yeah, sure the characters lampshade their privilege. But these themes are not engaged with in any meaningful way, to the point where I wish they'd been excluded entirely. If you're going to write a book about the top 0.000001%'s issues, at least be unapologetic about it. If you keep mentioning privilege but do nothing about it then it feels hollow and insincere. I have nothing but contempt for philanthropy, so don't get me started on that.

Bonus: (not a P but) Anglophilia

As a foreigner from a culture closer to the UK than the US, the British fetishism vibes were pretty hilarious. I am certainly not gonna call it 'problematic' (I hate that word regardless). It's just cringe and excruciating to read. No one talks like that! No one. Not even the Prince of England.

Edit: this goodreads reviewer really gets it

[ariadnasdiary]

Dietitian vs doctor: a neverending bickering

"Isn't that book a little too difficult for you~?"

"Isn't it too difficult for you to leave me alone?"

Mun Ari: I saw this post of @kindan-no-kanojo regarding what kind of doctor our ocs would be. Now! I'll take this chance to make some headcanons regarding this AU:

*Tiny note before we start: most thing stated here were made regarding my personal opinion and/or experience, please don't take them seriously or by heart ^^*

Yes, Ari is a dietitian. Yes, it isn't exactly a doctor, but a dietitian is within the health sciences~.

No, a dietitian isn't exactly the same as a nutritionist.

Let me explain it: dietitians are recognized as health professionals and they use specialized diets as treatments for their patients. They have knowledge in various pathologies and know how to prescribe diets to complement the patient's treatment. A nutritionist on the other hand may have some basic knowledge on nutrition (some may have taken a course) BUT are not recognized as health professionals.

“All dietitians are nutritionists, but not all nutritionists are dietitians,” explains registered dietitian Amber Sommer, RD, LD.

A little cultural fact now: this explanation I gave you is in terms of the USA, but here in Mexico is the other way around, can you believe it? [Mun Ari: I studied and I'm a certified nutritionist which is the equivalent of a dietitian in the USA]

Now that that's settled: Ari is a registered dietitian (according to what I found it works the same in Japan). So yeah: she's a health professional.

We know that Kino is a Psychosomatic physician which, and I cite: "provides a comprehensive approach to the emotional, cognitive, and behavioral needs of the patient". So yeah, it is in the psychiatry area.

Now, it is well known that sometimes (not always) is quite common for doctors to feel… a little above others. [Mun Ari: trust me, I've been there and experienced it first hand, but not everone were like that ^^]

As both professions are in the health sector, they of course met in college. I can imagine they did in one of those in common subjects within the first semesters ^^ (you know, those were various careers share some classes since they are in the same area)

The "competence" or "frictions" happen naturally and they are initiated by doctors… 9 out of 10 times.

Ari was just, you know, existing and happened to share the same subject and classroom as Kino. Being a doctor student he was started with the passive-aggressive comments/jokes and sometimes it got in Ari's nerves.

You know me, so I'll go with the rivals/enemies to lovers prompt on this one since it is what it is~

If Ari had to thank Kino is that those comments forced her to push herself even more on her studies, so she can defend herself when he wants to brag how "his career was harder than hers".

Call it bad luck, but they spent the first semesters in every common medicine class together. People knew it was Kino messing with her and she was only defending herself. Everyone was making bets on who'll get better grades in the exams or projects and secretly they ship them together.

However, nothing really happened and they actually got to spend more time together UNTIL their internships. They got in the same hospital and that was hilarious to those that knew their story or saw it develop from the beginning.

They worked in the same area and in the same team within the same patients. They tried to keep it professional, but we know Kino and he can be annoying :). They both got scolded once in a while. Residents, nurses, doctors, dietitians and even patients found their dynamic amusing and will find it delightful as long as it wouldn't interfere with their work and affect others (specially patients).

Ari earned Kino's respect after various times she showed just what she was capable of. Ari admired doctors and all health professionals in general, but she felt happy when he actually said it to her. Then their attitude towards each other improved.

Inevitably they started considering each other as friends and valuable teammates, knowing they had each other's back. Dietitians and doctors work together, they just need to learn to do so.

Yet, like in the original timeline, Kino fell for her first… and harder lol. He'll get possessive of her, he doesn't like when she is paired with other male residents or interns and is specially cautious of doctors. It was hard for him to keep an eye on her when they were rotating on different areas, but he always managed. It was tiring and Ari at first couldn't really understand why he would do it.

Of course it got into a point where he declared his feelings to her and Ari became aware of them and made sense to her his attitudes. Ari didn't answer his proposal immediately as she didn't see him as a lover, but as a friend.

After that, Kino made it his mission to conquer her and long story short he did and became a couple. It brought certain peace to kino as now that they had the title, everyone would know they're dating and some may respect it.

So yey! Health professionals AU for Arino came to me on my own internship and Idk why I forgot to post at least the commission lol.

If you wonder about the rest of the crew: Naomi I already stated is a gynecologist, I can see Yuri as a nurse or maybe nothing related to health since he wouldn't be able to deal with that and Kino (let him rest already!) and Sabine I can totally see her as a cardiologist or maybe an anesthesiologist :D

[dusiashipsthings]

Hey, I’ve been tagged by @daily-happiness-11​ (thank you, btw!) like a million years ago to do this and guess what? It’s time! I’m late but I feel like sharing! So let’s go!

Top 3 Ships:

1. RenMasa - Ren Jinguji x Masato Hijirikawa (Uta no Prince-sama)

It’s weird, because it’s not a ship that I really think about nowdays, but no-one deserves the first place more than these two. They’ve been my obsession for solid 8 years (2011-2019) and I’ve spend a lot of money buying doujinshis, anthologies, figurines, keychains, and posters of them - I could build a whole-ass shrine with all the things I’ve acquired over the years! They were my first serious "enemies" to lovers ship, the first pair that made me look into the shippy side of a fandom, and the tropes they represent definitely show in my other ships – a flirtatious, charming blond, that has a way of getting under the skin of his rival, an exceptionally pretty and irritatingly serious brunette.

It’s funny, because looking at these three ships, there are clear age categories – teenagers, young adults in their 20s, and adults in their 30s. RenMasa represents the teenage category, the self-discovery and growing up alongside each other, of realizing they’re more than their family rivalry, the first kisses and first relationships and the total lack of experience. When I think about teenage romance I think of RenMasa.

2. Dreamhusbands – Eames x Arthur (Inception)

I told you I had a type, right? What was it, “a flirtatious, charming blond, that has a way of getting under the skin of his rival, an exceptionally pretty and irritatingly serious brunette”? Yeah, this is right on the money here. Except Eames and Arthur are completely different than Ren and Masato to me – they’re not rivals, not really. They’re both adults, have been adults for quite a while, both have a lot of life experience and are above petty rivalries. And yet, they banter and butt heads, seemingly not able to work together while simultaneously fitting perfectly with each other. Eames and Arthur are the adult love story to me, of two people, who have been in relationships before, yes, but don’t really know much about love, and can’t really allow themselves to catch feelings in their line of work. Oh, and there's another thing – the amount of fanfiction these two have inspired is INCREDIBLE. People have written literal books about them! And the quality of it, too! Having only 2 minutes of shared screentime there’s so much you can do with them and it’s probably THE reason they’re so easy to project onto. I love this pair to death.

3. Drarry – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

They’re actually one of the newer ships for me! I’ve always been a die-hard Harry Potter fan - waiting for new books to come out and going to the theatre to see the movies was a biiiig part of my childhood. Harry Potter is THE series I associate with my family the most (and not even a nasty TERF like JK can tear that love away from me). But Drarry? I was never into them. In high school when my friend got into it and recommenced me some fics I politely declined, saying I don’t really see these two as a couple. And then, in 2019, YouTube recommended me a Darry animatic made by Danasauurr (or Danasauurrr) to the song of Safe and Sound. The ONLY reason I clicked on it was to listen to the song, since it was one my favourites at the time. And, well… Yeah. It took one animatic to see these two in a different light. After that I had gone though Dana’s entire Tumblr blog (you can even see how their portray of Draco and Harry are very similar to mine, and that’s because they were my first and biggest inspiration in this fandom!). Then I started reading Saras_Girl’s stuff and found my all time favourite Drarry fanfic – “What We Pretend We Can’t See”, by gyzym (who’s also the author of my all time favourite Dreamhusbands fanfic, what!!!). And, well. After that I knew I was a goner. I’ve only had Drarry for a little over 2 years now but I would kill for them. They’re definitely in the forefont of my ships at the moment and I can honestly say there’s not an hour in a day that I don’t think about them.

Last Movie:

Okay, I’ll try to keep this brief, since this is getting super long and we’re only on question two. The last movie I saw was “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World”, which I watched with @crowslikecheesecake through a Netflix Party! Fun times, fun cast!

Currently reading:

“Battle Royale” by Koushun Takami – it’s for my thesis! I’m writing about kids killing other kids and how Battle Royale could have been subconsciously inspired by real life murders, for example that of Ayaki Yamashita and Jun Hase. It’s a work in progress! But I’m glad I get to write my 3rd year thesis on topics I’m passionate about – true crime and horror stories!

Food I’m craving:

This:

God, a kingdom for one of these sweet bastards and a can of Pepsi. I could technically get them in a store 2 minutes away from my house, but I’m on a diet. It suckssss.

This is an old tag so I’m not sure which of my mutuals has done this before, so let’s just say that anyone who wants to do this - go ahead! You can say that I tagged you, would love to read your takes on these! ^^

[sakrah]

my opinion on fairy tail ships

fairy tail guild + jerza

nalu: mm that’s some good shit right there! it’s the most popular ship in the fandom for a reason n 10000% my favourite ft ship. also one of the only valid het ships don’t @ me. natsu also happens to be the only guy that i /really/ ship lucy with, yknow? their bond is so pure and they just make sense together tbh

graylu: i dont have any problems with it but don’t really ship it romantically. i feel like they don’t have much chemistry :// love their friendship tho, one of my faves in ft for sure

gruvia: not a fan. it makes me sad because in my eyes, it’s complete wasted potential. i loved them together from the phantom arc, but when the love potion episode happened and onwards i started noticing all the problems in their relationship. unfortunately, i feel as though if their genders were switched not as many people would ship it. i’m not gonna tell y’all not to ship it, but it just makes me uncomfy ://

jerza: i like it, but it turned a lil boring post-nirvana arc. their development was lowkey rushed. it also makes it worse when you realise that jellal is kinda mashimas self insert character😳 i try to ignore that bc it makes me feel a bit icky. they have good moments tho🥺

gajevy: i love them! im usually not a fan of ships that start the way they did, but they had good development that made me ship them a lot! also the only strictly canon ft ship that i actually like too lmao. i can’t wait to see their baby!

nali: obviously i prefer nalu, but i actually also really like nali🥺 wasted potential and overhated

lolu: wouldn’t read a fic about it but cute uwu

grayza: when i say wasted, you say potential! i loved them in s1 and then they kinda just didn’t interact properly for a while...i still love em together tho

miraxus: no. nopeity nope. i don’t even understand why people ship this? they hardly ever interact? heteronormativity stinks man

elfever: hell yeah babey😎elfmans diet consists of 100% respect women juice and his relationship with evergreen really shows it

erlu: YES. so underrated and so cute. erza and lucys relationship is so important and could totally turn romantic

lucana: even more yes! i started shipping them in the tenrou arc and never stopped🥺 def something i never expected to ship but they’re probably in my top 5 ft ships

luvia: like gruvia, i liked them in s1 but stopped afterwards when juvia lowkey began to continually slut-shame lucy :/ not a fan sorry

luli: super cute! i like!

gratsu: normally i love rivals to lovers ships but i’ve never been able to see natsu and gray as anything other than friends. nothin wrong with it though!

erzajane: this. now THIS is a good rivals to lovers ship. as soon as we got those initial flashback scenes to their childhood rivalry i hopped aboard sms erzajane

canajane: the bartender and the drunk? hell yeah!

m*ndy: absolutely not. this is straight up pedophilia. if you ship m*st and wendy dni w me.

fraxus: i love! the only laxus ship that makes sense to me🥺

zeravis: i love them! outsold zervis oop

sabertooth guild

stingyu: they kinda came out of nowhere but that one scene in final season was cute i guess?

roguenerva: see above except they don’t really have any cute moments so...

stingue: i love them! childhood friends excellence!

yukinerva: cute! i like em a lot!

crime sorciere

jultear: not a fan, although i love their relationship with each other

ultear/meredy: nope. meredy literally says she sees ultear as her mother. y’all are gross

jeredy: yeah no. i see it as a brotherly-sisterly thing

jerik: i actually really like this and think they have potential!

inter-guild relationships + misc.

lyvia: the superior juvia ship don’t @ me. i loved their moments together

juvia/meredy: super cute!

kagerza: i love themmmm they’re so underrated. also they parallel kl with “we make a good team” in final season which makes it even better🥺their fight was so emotional

minerza: yesss that’s some good enemies to lovers shit😭tea is that erza helped minerva redeem herself and discover herself and their development from gmg arc to the tartaros arc was so beautifully done

brandlu: yess! i love them together

stingsu: never really liked it but it’s cool!

lukino: super cute! i love them! celestial mage gfs!

gray/lyon: naahh they’re like brothers

chendy: YES! they are the purest ft ship fight me

honestly? that’s all i can think of rn :/ probably gonna regret posting this in the morning but whatever making terrible decisions seems to be my thing! if you want my opinion on anything else ft related drop me an ask

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Sterek New Year’s Extravaganza Schedule 

Welcome to the Sterek New Year’s Extravaganza! The SNYE is a month long event created for the relationship between Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale (Sterek). During the months festivities, we would have hoped to have helped in producing a wide range of new content to kick off the new year! 

We will provide a months worth of prompts, and all you have to do is write a fic or draw a pic related to whichever prompts you decide. You can choose to do one, two, or even all of them if you’re feeling up for the challenge! The event will start on January 1st and end the 31st. 

Posting on AO3: To have your work appear in our collection you’ll have to follow these simple steps. First, you’ll need to long into your AO3 and go to our collection page (here). In the top right corner you will see the words ‘Post to Collection’.

Once you click this button, AO3 will direct you to the Post New Work page. There is where you will post the work you have been working on. All you have to do before you finally post is make sure that you are posting the work to our collection. You can check that you are by simply verifying that our name is present in the Associations box. MORE INFO HERE

Also, here is the link to the TAGS for each day. 

SCHEDULE 

Monday January 1st— New Year’s: To start off our festivities, we believe that the inclusion of a New Year's theme is called for. You’ll get to explore the many possibilities of what New Year's means for Stiles and Derek. Whether it be: a kiss at midnight, a pack new year's get together, meeting at a new year’s party, or even helping the other keep their resolutions. It could be as fluffy or as angsty as you desire!

Tuesday January 2nd— Time Travel: From a blast to the past to a leap into the future, your imagination can run wild. Will Stiles or Derek get caught between a spell that transports them to a different time period? Will time traveling be a common thing in their society? Will Stiles or Derek make a scientific breakthrough in manipulation of time and space? Whatever it is, don't hold back as you let your imagination take the reins.

Wednesday January 3rd— Humans: You know how this goes guys, any and all things human are embraced! From high school aus to tattoo artists anything goes as long as its human. Youtuber Stiles introducing his followers to his grumpy boyfriend, photographer Derek trying to focus on his model and not the talkative intern, or maybe just our amazing boys taking a relaxing stroll through the park. Anything goes!

Thursday January 4th— Historical AU: This is your chance to create that Pride & Prejudice AU you’ve always been planning to write. Or maybe your take on a Hamilton AU setting? Maybe take us on a journey to 17th century France! Whatever it is, live it up to the fullest as you write our favorite boys making their mark in the history books.

Friday January 5th— Crossovers: Whether you write Stiles being best friends with Jughead Jones, or Derek being roommates with Lance from the Voltron universe, you have the choice to write those interactions as you please. Will Harry Potter and Hermione Granger be the two that finally get Stiles and Derek on a Date? Or will Stiles and Derek find a way to weasel their way into becoming members of Alias Private Investigations, with Jessica Jones? Regardless of the situation, draw or write it as best as you can and have fun.

Saturday January 6th— Pining: Ahhh the sweet slow burn of pining. Having Stiles admiring Derek from afar as Erica relentlessly teases him about it. Or Derek losing his focus every time Stiles attends one of his basketball games. Wherever you decide to take this prompt you are guaranteed fluff in all of its forms. You can decide if it’s a case of obliviousness or if they are both just too emotionally constipated to realize that the other has fallen for them. Whatever you end up choosing to do just make sure it has a LOT of pining in it.  

Sunday January 7th— Childhood Friends: Who doesn't love the childhood friend trope? Especially if it’s Sterek! This prompt could be either supernatural or human au setting. You could create it as them starting young and growing up, or you could have them had grown up together as the bestest of friends who are now testing the waters on starting a new relationship. All that matters is that the bond of childhood friendship changes to something romantic. Simba-and-Nala-fy that ish!

Monday January 8th— Enemies to Friends to Lovers: The classic ‘I hate you to I love you’ romance. Where they both have conflicting agendas or ideas that causes a rivalry against one another. For example: Stiles and Derek being rivals in a sports competition, them going against one another for class president, or simply Stiles not liking Derek because of his jock façade and Derek not tolerating Stiles because of his ‘know-it-all’ complex. Whatever the case may be, have it all lead up to them settling their issues and realizing that instead of hating one another, they are actually in love.  

Tuesday January 9th— Fake/Pretend: The possibilities are endless with this theme. Whether it be Stiles pretending to be Derek’s mate for a werewolf convention, or Derek needing to help Stiles fool his family on a family vacation. Have it as fluffy or angsty as you deem necessary, just remember, make it make believe for the majority of the work.

Wednesday January 10th— Long Distance: This theme is a contender for being possibly one of my favorite days. With having the possibilities of Stiles being away at college or Derek moving away to New York for a well deserved mental retreat. You could have one of them get sick (probably Stiles. Seeing as his diet is just curly fries + coffee. That is not good nutrition Stiles!) and does a terrible job of pretending that they are fine over the phone so the other doesn’t get upset. Or them constantly visiting/calling/skyping one another because they can’t last more than a week apart. No matter the reason for the distance, just have it them being/wanting to be together while being apart.

Thursday January 11th— Neighbors: One of the things the fandom seems to love most is Neighbors Au’s. This can be when Stiles and Derek borrow sugar and flour from one another, or they find themselves in the middle of a ‘thin wall’ trope. Regardless of if Stiles annoys Derek by blasting his obnoxiously loud “study” music, or if Derek’s alarm clock is legit the reason why Stiles begins to hate existence, you have the power to let your headcanons go wild.

Friday January 12th— Friends With Benefits: The phrase “let's keep it casual” starts this type of relationship, which always leads to one or both getting noticeably attached. Yes ladies and gents, this is the lovely FWB relationship! They could start their agreement on a drunken night, or when one of them just needs a good rebound. They could both just gotten out of a long-term relationship, and in a moment of clouded emotional judgement fall into bed with one another. This prompt could be super angsty or really painfully fluff/annoying due to their obvious obliviousness to the fact that they are basically already in a relationship.

Saturday January 13th— Mates: Soulmates and werewolf mates are definitely nothing new to this fandom. In fact, it’s probably the most common trope we have on this this. Nonetheless, whoever says there is such a thing as too much of a good thing, is dead wrong. Write about how Derek knowing that Stiles is his mate, but not acting on it. Ooh, or the one where your soulmate's first words to you appear on your arm. Whatever you decide, just make sure it revolves around them having a sort of mating bond drawing them to one another.    

Sunday January 14th— Getting Married: Whether it be them planning their wedding, crashing a wedding, showing up at the other’s wedding, or walking down the aisle. Wedding fics will always poke at least one or two feels in your heart. Have them picking out their cake together and Derek shutting down Stiles’ idea to have a Star Wars themed cake. Heck, you could even have them being in the middle of an arranged marriage! Be sure to be romantic and maybe a little bit overly dramatic as you create your perfect wedding scene.    

Monday January 15th— Roommates: This theme is, again, a contender on being one of my favorite days. Mainly because of all the possibilities! You could have Sterek rooming together in college, or Stiles needing a roommate for rent money, and the Craig’s List Gods produced a grumpy Derek Hale. Or, you could create it as them being jealous that one of their friends get roomed with the other instead, because, “Derek sleeps NAKED?! Fuck that’s ho— ahh—horrible! I can’t believe you get to— I mean have to, yeah, cause gross— live with that, Scotty.”

Tuesday January 16th— Secret Relationship: Oh the painful world of secret relationships is guaranteed to make you shed a few tears. Maybe Derek and Stiles don't want to tell the pack just yet? Maybe Derek isn't ready to come out of the closet? Maybe Stiles has a homophobic grandmother that he can't seem to break the news to? Or, maybe they just want to keep it secret because the pack is already going through enough as it is? Whatever the case may be this theme is the perfect recipe for inner turmoil and angst.

Wednesday January 17th— Magic Mishaps: Now this theme right here is a sure fire way to get yourself thinking outside the box! Anything from witches blasting curses and hitting a member of the pack to Stiles messing around with an ancient spell, this theme is a wildcard for all things magic related. Maybe the pack switch bodies with each other? Maybe Derek gets hit with a spell that makes him saying everything he's thinking? Maybe they all start speaking different language and can't communicate with each other? Anything that has to do with magic not going exactly as the pack planned is what we're looking for with this theme, so don't be afraid to play around with it!

Thursday January 18th— Werebabies: Ahh the fluffy fluffy trope of werebabies has arrived! This fandom is very well versed on the concept of werebabies, and here is where you guys get the chance to show us your expertise in the wonderful world of baby weres. This can be: the pack's babies shifting for the first time, Stiles and Derek adopting an orphan werepup, a random werebaby being brought to Stiles and Derek's door step, or even one of the pack members turning into a werebaby! As long as there's a werebaby in there for us to coo at then it's exactly what we're looking for.

Friday January 19th— Royalty AU: Time to make our two favorite boys into the princes and kings they were born to be. This is where Derek Prince of Spain gets into an arranged marriage with Stiles the heir to the Polish throne. This is where King Stiles refuses to marry because he is in love with his royal guard. This is where Derek, the new pharaoh, defies all the laws and marries his overly talkative servant. This is where Stiles goes against his father, the Roman Caesar, to have a relationship with Derek, one of their fiercest gladiators. Modern or ancient this theme is a celebration of all things royalty, starring Stiles and Derek, so don't miss out!

Saturday January 20th— No Hale Fire: Here is the theme where we all get to erase the Hale Fire from our memories and let Derek with his family and pack. This theme can be anything you want it to be as long as it features the Hale Pack in all of it's glory. I'm talking Laura teasing the hell out of Derek, Talia being the best goddamn alpha ever, Cora not taking anyone's shit, Derek wrestling with his younger cousins, and so much more! Anything goes in this theme as long as we get to see the Hale family being together.

Sunday January 21st— Harry Potter AU: In this theme you'll be able to put Stiles, Derek, and the rest of the pack in the wonderful magical world of Harry Potter. They can be students attending Hogwarts together, professors teaching at Hogwarts, aurors in training to take down he who shall not be named, or even writers for the daily prophet going crazy over the return of the boy who lived. However you choose to interpret it this theme is where Harry Potter lovers get to put Stiles and Derek in on the action.

Monday January 22nd— Road Trips: Ever since Stiles and Derek arrived at Beacon Hills together in season 6 the fandom has gotten a thirst for these two out in the open road together, and this theme is here to quench it. Will the entire pack take a much needed vacation away from Beacon Hills to see the beautiful sights scattered throughout the U.S? Will Stiles and Derek be fighting over what music they'll listen to as they drive the Jeep all the way back to Beacon Hills to save everyone's asses yet again? Anything that has our two boys driving around for miles to get to their destination is completely acceptable, so put on your shades and jam out to Life is a Highway as you take on this prompt!

Tuesday January 23rd— Alpha & Emissary: It’s a common theme, and the best part about it is that it works well for both canon AND AU! The only rule to this theme is that it has to heavily feature an Alpha and an Emissary. You could make the Alpha/Emissary pair someone else and make them an enemy for Stiles and Derek, A new pack to join, Or of course have Stiles and Derek being they all powerful dynamic duo that they are. Maybe even it’s their kids that take on the coveted leadership roles. It doesn’t matter who they are, how they work in the story, or what universe it’s in, as long as they’re present and you keep it Sterek, it fits!

Wednesday January 24th— Moving In Together: Here you guys get to have our boys moving in together! It can be Stiles moving into Derek's loft after they've been dating a while. Them buying their first house together, or Derek rebuilding the Hale house for him and Stiles. It could even be them getting a place together when they're freshly out of college —because being an adult is expensive and at least they'll be living with a ‘friend.’ Let yourself have some fun with this one!

Thursday January 25th— Getting Back Together: Now, this trope is sure to tug at a few heartstrings. Getting back together is always going to play with your emotions. You angst lovers are sure to have a field day with this one, and it's not hard to see how. In this theme, you get to dive into a world where Stiles and Derek have already broken up and were pushed together yet again. It could be because it's Erica and Boyd’s wedding, and they wanted both Stiles and Derek to be there. Or maybe they just bump into each other again at a club after not speaking to each other for months. Whatever the reasoning for their reunion, they're forced to see each other face to face again, and they decide to give what they had one more shot! I'll need to remember to buy tissues for this day.

Friday January 26th— Fraternity: College aus are definitely not a rarity in this fandom, but fraternity aus specifically aren't very common, and they have so much potential! Just think of Stiles and Derek in rival frats and pranking the hell out of each other! Or Derek taking a freshly pledged doe-eyed Stiles under his wing, or a very drunk frat boy Stiles trying to get into Derek's pants at a party and Derek not knowing what to do about it. So many fantastic fun and amazing content to be created with this trope so don't hold back!

Saturday January 27th— Bodyguards: This is a trope that I personally enjoy very much and would love to see more of in this fandom. It can be anything from a celebrity!Stiles flirting with his grumpy bodyguard, to the first son!Derek not understanding why the hell his bodyguard never shuts up, to maybe even a mobster au where Stiles is the ruler of the underground world with Derek who makes sure nobody double crosses him. The only limit is your imagination so don't hesitate to let your thoughts take control.

Sunday January 28th— Scene Stealer: Similar to our crossover theme, however, with the scene stealer theme you get to take Stiles, Derek, and the rest of the pack into the universes of your favorite movies, books, or shows, only this time they get to steal the spotlight and make the moment theirs. Whether it be Stiles and Derek doing the dirty dancing lift or them saying the oh so known words of Alec ‘I don't want the world I want you’ Lightwood, this theme is sure to portray your favorite scenes in a beautiful Sterek-y light. If you’ve ever thought “Hey this scene would have been SO much better as Sterek..” then this is the theme for you!

Monday January 29th— Partners In Crime: You can never go wrong with this beloved trope as you depict Stiles and Derek as the unstoppable duo we all know they are. You can make it as intense as Stiles and Derek being hitmen that are constantly 3 steps ahead of the feds, or as lighthearted as kid!Sterek helping each other steal cookies from under their parent's noses. Which ever route you choose to take as long as these two boys have each other's back it's fair game.

Tuesday January 30th— Meet-Cute: Ahhhh meet-cute, the theme where everyone's inner hopeless romantic comes to the surface. This is the theme where you go full out on all things fluffy! I'm talking coffee shops, bookstores, dogs, doing that cliche thing where they bump into each other and everything falls on the floor and their hands touch and they look into each other's eyes! Basically, if it’s cheesy enough to be part of a hallmark movie then you're on the right track.

Wednesday January 31st— Mythological Creatures: Our last day of festivities is my personal favorite, mythological creatures! From demons to pixies this theme has endless possibilities! The teen wolf fandom is so stranger to playing around with mythical creatures and we're not planning on stopping any time soon. Mermaids, faes, nymphs, angels, vampires, demons, were-creatures, you name it! They're all welcome. What better way to get creative with your favorite myths and legends than with our two favorite boys?

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We can’t wait to see what you lovelies create for this event, now have fun and create to your heart’s content!

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Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki x Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Total Word Count: 5650

Exchange: Shifty Skater (AO3 & Tumblr Post)

Gift: @dystopiansushi

AO3

Summary:

Love and Fortune.

Both are simple yet complicated facets of life.

A curse and a gift. Which is which?

Glancing up at the sign, he warily glanced around, uncomfortable at being there for a multitude of reasons. The most important being his lack of belief in the subject, yet the almost fervent way Chris had spoken to him urged Viktor to give a promise he had not meant. His mind unfortunately made up, Viktor took one final steadying breath before he plunged headfirst into his first fortune-telling session.

As he brushed aside the deep burgundy tent flap, Viktor began to smell the strong scent of bergamot and coffee which permeated the air. At first he was stunned by the cloud of smoke that wafted past his face, before he managed to control himself and look around the room.

Sitting in the middle was a woman almost hidden in the shadows of the tent. He was able to see a smile build on her face as he walked further inside. At her hand wave, Viktor sat down on the stool in front of the small table. Her voice, unlike what he imagined, was rich and homely. It filled him with a sense of tranquility though subconsciously he knew that wasn’t how he truly felt.

“Hello, Viktor Nikiforov.”

His eyes widened, surprised that she knew his name without him saying a word. For a moment he believed it might have been her fortune-telling abilities, but he soon remembered that being who he was resulted in a certain level of fame from every faction of the world. For all he knew, she was a fan of his.

In front of her were a deck of cards, ones that Viktor only vaguely recognized as tarot cards from his slim knowledge of fortune-telling. But before he could say anything she held out her right hand, palm facing upwards before speaking.

“May I have your hand Viktor? Shall we begin with looking into your past before we look into the future.”

Wordlessly he placed his hand into hers, his curiosity building as she ran her fingers gently over the smooth lines that span his palm. She kept speaking, her tone soft as her index finger followed the line outlining the area around his thumb.

"There is much we can learn from the past that is essential in developing the future. Even if one is a skeptic like yourself." That line was followed by a small smirk before she focussed on his hand once more.

She closed her eyes before speaking, letting out a deep exhale. "You've been through alot in your life haven't you, Viktor? Your dream, while noble and beautiful it was, hid you from those who cared and only put more disdain upon your shoulders by those who pretended to care,” she smiled softly, “ did it not?"

He flinched at her words, wanting to rip his hand from hers and leave, but he couldn't. Enthralled by her, Viktor was forced to simply sit and listen to her words without speaking. Her fingers moved once more across his hand. "You have found some friends who are closer than family, I can tell because this line is happy. I'm glad, your life is not as lonely as it was before."

With that, she let go of his hand and placed her own on the table. He remained frozen for a few moments before realization struck and he shook hands myself before putting his hand back down on his lap. A scowl had formed on his lips, for no one had ever realized how he had been treated growing up. For it wasn't till he was actually famous did his family support him.

Mama Nikiforova was an icon in the business world, and his papa was one of Russia’s renowned musicians. What did little Viktor have to show against the power couple of Russia? What friends he'd had up till his 14th year supported his dream to be a figure skater, but mama and papa had been against it from the beginning.

Only the first gold he received in the junior Grand Prix that made them look up. To see Viktor's growing strength but more importantly how they could use him for their own betterment.

No more could he simply practice around school hours, tutors came in at all times of day to keep Viktor educated around the complicated schedule his parents designed.

He didn't choose his own music, or at least no one in the public knew that he didn't choose. All the songs were carefully chosen by his father either from his own compositions or from those his papa wanted an in on.

Then his mother came in, somehow even more ruthless then towards her own rivals and enemies. Controlling his diet, his spending, which competitions, who he spoke to, what news companies got the “Exclusive Interview with The Viktor Nikiforov, son of the famed business tycoon and The maestro himself.”

The ice became his freedom but also his greatest prison. For their words were always, “it's for your own good Vitya, only we can help you become great,” but what followed pierced his heart, “otherwise, why skate?” Coming back to the present, Viktor felt his scowl deepen once more but he waited, noticing her careful behaviour to be as blatant as possible around him. Biting his anger back, Viktor managed to ground out a reply. “Can we move on from my...past now?”

Infuriatingly, her smile only seemed to get softer when looking at him. Nodding she passed her hand over towards the tarot cards.

“Viktor Nikiforov. Your past told me much and though I sense much skepticism from you, I'd like you to try to focus on what you hope the future will be like.” Her hand returned towards her lap as she nodded at the cards. “Please shuffle the deck, for as long as you want to, but when there's a feeling of needing to stopping, do so.”

Slowly he reached forward and lifted the deck, the weight of the cards was no different from a regular deck of cards but he felt the urge to hold them a bit more carefully. Shuffling the cards, Viktor glanced back up at the fortune teller, only then realizing that he had never gotten her name as she immediately knew who he was. At one point, the deck felt as if shuffling it more would be...sacrilegious. When he went to hand the cards back to her, she shook her head and spoke again.

“Cut the cards at any point in the the deck, but when you do, be sure to focus on your dreams, goals for the future, and anything that you want to know about yourself specifically."

He raised an eyebrow at her vague request, but shrugged and ran his finger down the side of the deck. At one point he paused, a little above the middle of the deck, feeling as if this was where he should stop. Before he lifted the top half of the deck, Viktor focused on the part of his future that he had never once told anyone, a dream where he was no longer the Nikiforov but simply, a loved one of someone else. And even under all the hesitance, Viktor prayed for this dream to come to fruition.

He didn't want to be alone anymore.

He cut the deck.

The woman's smile only seemed to grow when he placed the cards onto the table. It seemed that she could tell what he was thinking, which was a ludicrous thought as none of this was truly real, simply the tricks of a more-observant-than-most woman.

Viktor was confused as she then asked him to choose a card from either of the piles and place it in the middle of the table. Doing so, he then listened, now even more confused, as she had him repeat the process and create a plus sign, with one card perpendicularly placed on top of the middle card. Four more cards were lined up vertically beside the card before she then had him combine the remaining cards into a pile.

Reaching out for the pile of cards, the woman sent an almost proud smile at him before speaking, "thank you for doing that Viktor, now we can answer your question. I could feel it burning within you. This one, I believe is one that you have held onto for years."

His head shot up from the cards at her words, his body shuddering as her tone sensually dropped low, for just a moment.

“Correct, Viktor?"

Not trusting his voice at the moment to not squeak, he weakly nodded. At that, her heavy lidded eyes raised, and became brighter, while her tone was lighter and not as heavy.

Lifting the cards one by one she showed them to him, not saying anything as he was only able to stare blankly at the cards. He vaguely recognized one as a jester from medieval times, while another looked similar to a priestess. Oddly enough, one with the traditional view of the lovers was also shown to him, which made him flinch.

As she began speaking, Viktor found himself once again unable to speak as her voice belied hidden meanings. She slid the lover's card just a bit closer to him, which was when he noticed that unlike the others, this one was reversed.

"Your life, like I mentioned before had been difficult, and the decisions you made about your loved ones was difficult, but it was fruitful. The lovers."

At that, she moved a card with a wizard on it towards him. "The magician, is one to show a great challenge was overcome, to show that you achieved greatness through your own hard work. The cards tell me you did this, but at a great personal loss. Yet still..."

The priestess card from before was pushed in front of him.

"The question you had in mind, is a little closer to being fulfilled. For there are things destined to occur that are out of yours and my hands. But, things are in your favour from now. These two were together."

He looked down and saw that the card with a jester on it joined the priestess card in front of him. Quirking an eyebrow he waited for further explanation.

"A difficult challenge, set by some hidden powers in your life, but even with the risks, my advice is to follow your heart."

At that, she pulled her hands back completely, resting them on her lap and giving him a gentle nod. The session was complete. As he went to pull out his wallet and pay the fee, Viktor noticed that her eyes were locked on his hands, or specifically his right hand. Moving it out of sight for a moment, he watched as her eyes tracked it before locking onto his face.

With an utmost serious tone she spoke, "I have one more thing for you Viktor Nikiforov. Beware of candy wrappers tonight. Keep the eyes not on those around you but firmly on the ground." She seemed out of breath from her words, her chest unexpectedly heaving as she raised a hand to steady her breathing.

But instead of taking her seriously, Viktor could only laugh at the thought of having to worry about something as miniscule as a candy wrapper. "A candy wrapper? And next I'd assume you'd like to watch out for the candy itself?" He smirked, "you know at first I actually believed you, or at least my skepticism had begun to wane over the hour, however, watching for a candy wrapper is absolutely irrational." He paused before speaking again, this time his voice harder, "so please. Don't mistake me for gullible, and keep your nonsense to yourself."

He threw the bills onto the table before turning to leave the tent. His hand had just brushed the fabric before he felt a chill run over his back.

Shuddering, he pulled his jacket tighter around him and turned around. The fortune teller had stood up, and though her head was pointed down, he could see that her hands were curled tight, into fists.

Her voice was almost sickeningly sweet, dripping with honey.

"You know nothing about this art, yet even when I've given you nothing but answers, you have decided to scorn my work." Her shoulders straightened as her head lifted to look at him in the eye. "May you remember this day Viktor Nikiforov, as the day where your life changed. To change you from the bitter person you have become, I give you this gift, though I believe you would see it as a curse."

She stepped around her table, allowing Viktor to see that her dress extended to her feet, stopping just shy of the tent floor. She pointed at him and hummed lowly before opening her mouth, "by your thirtieth birthday, you must find the person who will complete you, to heal the shattered edges of your heart. They must declare their love three ways: words, emotions and actions. If you don't..." Her voice hitched before it relaxed again, "you will die."

He flinched, stepping back away from her, before he realized how impossible her words were. Scoffing, Viktor turned around and brushed aside the tent flap. Just as he was leaving he heard her speak one last time.

"I did not know who you were before you stepped inside my tent. Good luck Viktor Nikiforov, the cold one."

———

Confusion bubbled in Viktor's chest, though outwardly he behaved as if the fortune-teller's words had, had no effect on him. Yet as he walked back towards the subway, he found himself unintentionally scanning the ground for wrappers.

Realizing that he was simply falling into her trap of a self-fulfilling prophecy, Viktor shook himself quickly. Cracking the muscles in his neck, Viktor glanced around to see that the station was fairly empty.

Deciding to head back to his hotel room, Viktor went to walk towards a ticket counter to buy a ticket for the ride home. However, before he had made it halfway to the counter, Viktor suddenly found his arms flailing and feet slipping from underneath him. In a frantic attempt to protect himself from injuring his feet,

Viktor through out his arms in front of him, hoping that his upper limbs would be able to support his weight.

Instead, he had reacted quickly causing his right ankle to give out and twist uncomfortably when it hit the ground. With his forehead pressed against the cool cement ground of the subway station, Viktor was able to hear the concerned sounds of the people around him, and struggled to stand up. He could feel his foot screaming at him to not move but ignoring the pain, Viktor stood up and smiled weakly at the surrounding people. Waving off their concerns, Viktor glanced down and looked at what he had tripped over.

A candy wrapper.

Connecting the dots, Viktor's eyes nearly popped out of his face. The fortune-teller hadn't been wrong. Limping to the counter, Viktor slammed his hands down, using the force to brace himself and his foot. Ignoring the glare he received from the woman working, Viktor simply bought the ticket he needed and limped onto the subway.

On the ride home, he tried valiantly to ignore the obvious connection his fall had indicated, and almost succeeded as he walked to the hotel. Entering his room, he slumped down into a chair and sagged against it in relief. Prodding at his ankle proved that it was simply twisted meaning that in the next couple days the pain would go away, as there was no swelling. The pain was just an annoyance and had dulled substantially since he had fallen.

Unfortunately, the fact that he no longer had pain meant that nothing was stopping him from thinking about what had happened. Limping to his bed, Viktor slipped under the covers, making sure to prop his ankle up on one of the pillows before fully lying down.

With his thoughts jumbled in his mind, he began speaking out loud, wishing that he'd had the foresight to bring Makkichan with him for this competition, instead of leaving her at a dog sitter's.

"The fortune teller warned me about candy wrappers. I fell down after slipping on a candy wrapper." He was struggling to understand how she had been able to predict something like this, as even now he was extremely hesitant to believe in the art. Forging on, he kept thinking aloud, "when I scoffed at her, she cursed me to die if I didn't find someone I love before my thirtieth birthday."

Swiftly sitting upright, Viktor almost screamed as he checked his phone and saw the date.

Nov, 30th. 11:59pm

His eyes widened even more.

My birthday is in 25 days. I'm going to die...in 25 days, if I can't convince someone to fall in love with me.

At that realization, Viktor promptly fainted, only waking up the following day because of the incessant ringing of his phone. His last thought before he fainted was one to be mourned about.

Who would love someone like me? Who could I love...

———

With his ankle only twinging from pain when he put too much force on it, Viktor spent much of the day, trying to ignore his inevitable death, keeping himself busy.

He had no doubt that while he might have been able to find love, someone loving him with all his flaws would be impossible. And worse,they would have to show it three ways.

It was an impossibility he didn’t want to think about.

Of course, instead of working on wrapping his life up, if he truly was to die in twenty five days, Viktor spent his time booking as much private rink time as he could. Being The Viktor Nikiforov sometimes has his perks - people rarely hesitated when he asked for a favour.

That mindless sheep behaviour would normally frustrate him, wishing for Yakov’s gruff demands or even, in the deep recesses of his heart, his parents emotionless orders. Anything to find someone who would refuse him as much of his dramatic personality came in part to push people to refuse him, the other to rebel against the confines of his cage.

But the last month of his life was one in which he rejoiced the ease of finding the ice when he needed it. It wasn’t simply the place he was happiest, but the one place in the world that Viktor knew that any judgement he was given was for his own talent. Not the competition, but the youngchild who sneaked in to watch the mister with the beautiful spins, or the girl who worked just a little longer and was late for her class to watch the stranger leap in the air.

The cold ice was more warmth for his heart then any hug of a parent he’d ever received. I’m a way, the ice was his salvation and family. The beginning of his day and the end was the cold ice. With blades scraping harshly a toss it, the familiar noise a soothing one to his tremulous heart.

When he was done at the ice, Viktor found himself exploring the city, trying to imprint the last place he was going to be into the farthest reaches of his soul. One night, he found himself slipping into a bar, sitting on the stool only to find himself locking eyes with a pair unlike any other he’d seen before.

The pale skin of the other man’s face suddenly began to turn pink, before a bright red blush overtook his cheeks. Eye contact was abruptly broken, leaving Viktor foundering to understand what had just happened. The confusion slowly melted away into understanding as he realized that the bartender was a fan of his. And judging from the bright red flush and stuttering request for his order, a big fan.

Flashing his strongest smile, Viktor ordered a black velvet from the flustered man. For a moment Viktor was confused as to how such a shy and nervous person was working in such a social position. Then he saw the man begin his bar flare.

Talented was not the word for the bartender’s ability to throw around the multiple glass bottles or his mixer. Every movement seemed to be one that was carefully decided. But what through Viktor off was the calm, serene expression on his face had easily replaced the flustered, red one from before.

To fall so deeply into your craft that any distress you might have felt melts away, was one that many coveted. Viktor was fascinated, all his worries disappeared the longer he continued watching. When the bartender was finally back in front of him, Viktor couldn't hide the smirk at the sudden blush, and hesitance in his hand as he mixed the drink. When the glass was slid over to him, Viktor simply smiled before lifting it and tipping it into the man's direction. As the night passed, he found himself watching the bartender interact with his customers. Some were clearly regulars as they didn't even order before there was drinks sitting in front of them.

To Viktor's amusement, a couple girls, college students he assumed, even attempted to come up and flirt with him, but to his credit the bartender either didn't notice or was extremely tactful in his letdowns. Something told Viktor that this was a common occurrence. Viktor could see the appeal, as he was tempted to. Deciding to follow his gut feeling, Viktor finished the last of the drink he'd been nursing before pulling out a small card and pen from his wallet.

When he signalled is for the bartender to come over, Viktor slid over the amount he owed for the drinks. But as the bartender went to pick up the money, Viktor dropped a small piece of paper on the counter. Grasping his hand, Viktor winked before speaking, “call me beautiful?”

Sauntering out of the bar, Viktor glances back to see a brilliant red flash across his skin. Musing to himself, he continued walking, back towards the subway to get home. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that affected him for he began laughing at the sheer ludicrousness of his life.

I’m going to die in less than a month and yet here I am flirting with a random bartender from a random bar in the USA. What am I doing.

But as he settled into his bed back in the hotel, only one thing played on his mind as he allowed Morpheus to take over.

He looked really good in red.

———

The following day Viktor finally found out the name of the bartender. The man who had filled his dreams thaw precious night. It rolled off his tongue well, the five syllables dropping like nectar from his lips.

Yuuri Katsuki. What a fascinating person.

The conversation was stilted, with Viktor attempting to be his flirtatious self while Yuuri embraced his awkwardness even more, and wrote in full sentences with an apology for each statement. But within a couple of days of Viktor coaxing Yuuri out of his shell, he had text messages that were incredible amusing.

The night where Yuuri had apparently gone out drinking had pulled loud laughter out of Viktor’s throat. Drunk Yuuri was a much more emboldened version of sober Yuuri, with lots of pick-up lines and smooth talking.

His favourite message though was one from Yuuri during one of their early morning conversations.

3:52 AM - Re: YUURI  ❤️ : I’ve idolized you since I was 10, but I’m glad I got to meet the real you. It’s much better.

Viktor didn’t know the context to this text as it had come out of nowhere but he could feel the sincerity emanating from the message. His heart felt like it had stopped for a moment when he read the words: “real you. It’s much better.” The message seemed to relieve a tension he hadn’t known about in his body.

After that Viktor couldn’t find it in him to stay away from Yuuri. Even with the impending tragedy of his birthday, he found his smiles lighter than any in his life before. From texts, it evolved into hour-long phone calls. Nothing was kept off the table, though Viktor withheld only one part of himself, the ugly side. The part of him that craved to be accepted by others and would change himself to fit their expectations.

Viktor had always felt alone, even when around his team and Yakov back in Russia. He knew they cared for him, and he, them. But no matter how much he tried, Viktor found they seemed to prefer his dramatic self, or his quiet focussed persona. Not many liked the side of him that could stare at pictures of dogs for hours. The side that woke up at 3am on weekends to eat peanut butter. The side that was awake on the hot nights, but asleep on the cold ones. The side of him that cared too much, nor did they like the side that didn't care what others thought.

As the days passed, drawing closer and closer to the inevitable, Viktor found his soul lighter than it had been before. Yuuri was like a breath of fresh air, with his awkward hesitance melting away as Viktor found every way possible to bring a smile to the shy man. Pulling him out of his shell felt like a game, with the reward being a slight upturn of lips, eyes raising to meet his briefly before glancing away. He had never gotten a laugh, but Viktor had seen the bitten lips, suppressing the laughter threatening to burst out.

They went out constantly, neither giving a label to their coffee dates, the trips to the zoo and aquarium, when Viktor managed to pull Yuuri to the ice rink and watch as the confusingly klutzy man melted away to show an unexpected skill on the ice. With arms comfortably wrapped around his waist, Viktor watched Yuuri freely glide around the ice, a vibrant smile on Yuuri’s face. Though they never named what it was they were doing, Viktor knew deep down that he felt something for the bartender. Yuuri saw him, not his public persona, not his parent’s son, nor a figure skater.

There was the day they went to a coffee shop that Viktor had fallen in love with. The comfy chairs, and dim lights were enough to fill Viktor with a homey nature. The other benefit was the almost meditative relaxation that took over Yuuri was unlike anywhere else. When questioned, Viktor found out that it was because Yuuri had spent much of his college years frantically writing papers till the early hours while downing the coffee’s famed coffee. As a professional figure skater, Viktor usually tried to watch what he ate and drank, but something about the atmosphere left him complacent and willing to follow the sweet and motherly barista’s suggestion for a more sugary latte.

Over their drinks, they chatted, minutes melting into hours. Yuuri’s hands wrapped around a large mug of coffee, his glasses just barely fogged up from the heat. Lounging in the wide chair, Yuuri had managed to bring his legs up in front his chest. To Viktor he’d never seen a more perfect and adorable person in his entire life.

“How long have you skated Yuuri? I began when I was seven years old, though then it was only a hobby. A club that my parents allowed for the athletics behind it.” Viktor carefully made sure to not mention that he’d had to beg them for permission to remain in the club at school, and the tutoring his parents had ordered for him in order to make up the wasted time were also left out. As he listened to Yuuri’s reply, Viktor found himself for the first time getting distracted. Had he been only speaking about skating? Was there anything he’d asked Yuuri about? He knew Yuuri had gone to the university near here and was actually now working to save up money before going back the following year. But what had he studied? What was his family’s names? What were his hobbies?

Placing the mug on the table, not as gently as he would usually, Viktor ran a hand through his hair before glancing over at Yuuri. The man in question had frozen when Viktor had put the cup down. Concern flashed over his face as Viktor simply continued staring. A bright red flush began to spread across Yuuri’s face at the intense stare. Viktor’s words were quiet, struggling to hide his horror.

“Yuuri...have I been only speaking about figure skating all this time? Have I managed to bring anything else to this conversation.” His revulsion continued growing the more the words fell from his mouth, “am I only worth something because of who I am? Viktor Nikiforov, the Russian Figure Skating giant, or The Nikiforov, son of the business tycoon? Musician? Am I more then my skating?”

Before he could fall deeper into his own self-hatred, Viktor found a hand suddenly in his view, grasping his hand. His head snapped up to see a bright red Yuuri glaring at him. The force of his hand was enough to make Viktor wince but nothing was said for a moment. Then Yuuri opened his mouth.

“Viktor, shut up. You are so much more than your skating. No matter who you are, whether a Russian Legend, or your parent’s son, I lo–” Yuuri froze before clearing his throat, “l-like, you, for your smiles, for the happiness you show when someone is performing on the street. When you were able to sign that little girl’s hand.” Yuuri blushed deeper as he finished. “You’ve spoken to me about Makkachin, about your favourite books, tv shows, and movies. I found that your favourite Japanese food is not sushi, but udon. You asked me about my family, about me. My dog, Vicchan.”

Viktor felt Yuuri move his hand back, and almost reached out to keep holding on, but managed to stop himself in time. He felt something warm on his cheeks and realized that Yuuri’s words had brought tears from him. He was sure now, there was no one else in the world that he could love more than Yuuri. His body relaxed, another tension in his body disappearing, as if a second checkbox had been ticked.

The evening eventually reached its conclusion, with Viktor and Yuuri exiting the cafe. Taking the first step onto the street, Viktor glanced briefly to only see a car a good distance from them. About halfway across the road, Viktor found himself suddenly shoved forward, his arms flying out in front of him to cushion his body as he fell. Glancing back, Viktor was only able to watch in abject horror at the sight before him. The car had slammed straight into Yuuri’s body before driving off.

Screaming, Viktor pushed himself up, ignoring the stings in his shins and palms from the fall, and rushed to Yuuri’s side. His heart stuttered at the blood that pooled around Yuuri’s abdomen. Panicking, he barely managed to punch in the number for emergency care. Speaking for Yuuri was nerve-wracking, but the only thing that kept Viktor upright was the sight of a weakly rising chest. Yuuri was still alive.

Getting off the phone with the operator who promised that help was on it’s way, Viktor turned all his attention to Yuuri. He didn’t know what was wrong, but Yuuri had saved his life, and was now seriously injured, if the amount of blood that leaked was any indication. With shaky hands, he brushed off the dirt that had wound its way into Yuuri’s hair. The gesture, alerted Yuuri who blinked slowly, pain visible in his eyes as he glanced around before landing on Viktor.

Seeing Yuuri’s eyes staring up at him, Viktor nearly cried in relief as he spluttered when attempting to speak. “Y-Yuuri, why did you? You idiot, you got hurt for me! Why would you do that?” His hand had entangled itself into the hair, using it as an anchor before he fell over. He didn’t expect a response, so when Yuuri tensed, Viktor’s eyes shot down to Yuuri.

“V-Viktor, I...” Yuuri struggled to breathe, his chest rattling as he managed to mumble the rest before passing out, “...ve you.” Viktor’s eyes widened, a small smiled spreading on his face.

———

In the hospital room, he sat on the chair with his hands clasped in his hands nervously. His eyes kept glancing up at the figure on the hospital bed. Wringing his hands once more, he went to stand and pace once more but then heard a groan from the direction of the bed.

Spinning, he saw that Yuuri had woken up, though the pain in his eyes was still there, though visibly dulled thanks to the medication he was on. Viktor almost leapt on Yuuri, overjoyed to see him awake, but at the last time realized that wasn’t the smartest decision. Still, there was one thing he could do before Yuuri fell back asleep.

“Yuuri,” a gentle smile was on his face as he glanced down at the most important person in his life. Viktor could see the exhaustion in Yuuri’s face and hastened to get to his point. “I love you too Yuuri. Get some rest.”

He walked over to the door to go call the doctor, but turned around in time to see the shocked face melt into a loving one as Yuuri relaxed into the pillow and go back to sleep.

As Viktor closed the door to the room, his phone, left on the bedside table turned on for a moment. If he had seen the screen, Viktor might have found the date just a bit more important.

The phone showed the date and time: December 25th, 12:00 am.

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College AU

College Alternate Universe

okay i know that you are not my type (still i fall) (5638 words) by quidhitch Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, this is the fluffiest rom com meet cute, lance gets accidentally handcuffed to keiths bed, but to be clear there is no sex in this lol Summary:

The door swings open and Lance's stomach does a sickening drop. He closes his eyes, thanks the good lord that his dark skin hides most of his flush, and prays for the universe to open up and swallow him whole.

"Wow. Keith," says the guy standing next to Lance's bane of existence slash brief and minuscule crush slash TA's younger brother, "you could have told me you had a boyfriend, I would have laid off."

Keith, who is not as fortunate as Lance, is pink all over as he stutters out an, "I'm not-- he's not--"

it grows stronger (8979 words) by tylerproposey Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), minor background shallura Characters: the rest of the voltron team is there too, but they’re minor characters - Character Additional Tags: Pining Keith (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Oblivious Lance (Voltron), Alternate Universe - College/University, Keith acts like a boyfriend but he’s not…until he is, grotesque use of italics and commas like always, 5+1 Things, back at it again with the unedited fic!, super minor original male characters Summary:

College campuses are a cesspool of awkward encounters. Some more unnerving than others, as Lance comes to find. He thinks it’s important to note that in all those instances, Keith is there to witness them. Actually, that’s unfair. Admittedly Keith happens be useful in getting him out of those situations. Affection, as it goes, grows stronger when you’re constantly being “saved” by a protective rival – but mostly friend at this point.

Or 5 times Keith helped Lance out of a situation and the 1 time Lance tried to pay back the saves.

i’m riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss (8940 words) by nikkiRA Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: non-binary Pidge, Lance is obsessed with ABBA, what a weird sentence to type, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates Series: Part 1 of kisses of fire Summary:

Things Lance was hoping for in his new roommate: totally cool. Preferably a lady, but Lance has never been one to limit himself to just one gender. Liked lame jokes, liked eating spoonful’s of peanut butter, made bad puns. Firmly believed ABBA was God’s gift to man kind. Preferably fell madly in love with Lance’s brilliant sense of humour and awkwardly endearing good looks.

Things Lance was expecting in his new roommate: probably a little lame, but in a good way. Like in a Hunk way. Normal sense of humour, but hopefully didn’t hate puns the way Hunk and Pidge did. Probably liked Dancing Queen and not much else.

Things Lance was not even remotely prepared for in his new roommate: Keith fucking Kogane.

We’ll Be Counting Stars (2958 words) by southspinner Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron) Additional Tags: Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Pulsar Summary:

Keith’s just trying to navigate the collegiate mine-field of tests, social circles, and sleep-deprivation while still maintaining a fragile grip on his sanity. The last thing he needs is some snapback-clad fraternity president making him re-evaluate his entire existence, but of course, because the universe hates him, that’s exactly what he gets.

Heart on Fire (13213 words) by dumpsterdiva Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), implied hunk/shay - Relationship Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), matt is mentioned like once Additional Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, gay!keith, pan!lance, insecure keith AND insecure lance aw shit, this is so fluffy it physically pains me, like this is the equivalent of gradual tooth decay, as a result of a diet high in sugar and poor dental hygiene, brush ur teeth kids Summary:

Recipe for this fic: 1 peaceful morning jog in the park 1 auto-mechanic hothead keith 1 soccer player sinamonroll™ lance 2 cups mutual pining A dash of angst All the sugar in the world Way too many bad pick-up lines And a burn so slow you could slow roast a whole Kaltenecker

it’s not fair (3018 words) by albino_yeti Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Pining, Mutual Pining, references to past abuse, Trust Issues, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks Summary:

Keith falls for Lance, but his brain won’t let him do shit about it.

Don’t challenge Love (31583 words) by princetins Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fake/Pretend Relationship, but with a twist, Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, I will update tags as I go along, there’s background shiro/matt, Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings, Keith and Matt+Pidge are also adoptive siblings, Oblivious Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Pining Lance (Voltron), Keith is the only one adopted by the Holts, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Keith, tired of his family asking about his non-existent love life, lets it slip that there is someone he is interested in. Too bad it’s his brother’s wedding coming up; now everyone expects him to bring a date and Pidge indirectly challenges him to have an actual date without bringing up the fake boyfriend topic. The logical conclusion: pick a cute boy, pretend to be interested in him and romance him in time for the wedding. Lance has no idea that Keith is only pretending and is on cloud 9. Keith has no idea that Lance has real feelings for him and is oblivious to his own feelings developing. Meanwhile, Pidge has to watch from the sidelines torn between happiness for her best friend and suspicion about her brother’s intentions.

plead the fifth (3705 words) by pancakedispatcher Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Nyma (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Keith/Nyma (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron) Additional Tags: legally blonde: the voltron edition, i’ve used like every random side character in this im sorry, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, The Author Regrets Nothing, Coran is a manicurist, Alternate Universe - College/University, klance, Klance is the end relationship, Some Humor, Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Happy Ending, Keith and Shiro are Siblings, Legally Blonde, Law School, I don’t know anything about law school, author is a mess, Sassy Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Lance has a dog Summary:

Lance knew one thing for certain: he was getting Nyma back, even if it meant going to Harvard himself.

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AKA: The Legally Blonde AU that nobody asked for, featuring Desperate Fashion Major Lance, Confused Keith, Done With Everything Shiro, Coran the Nail Artist, Also-Done-With-Everything Pidge, Too Pure For This World Hunk, and Allura: Professional Prison Uniform Model

Bookmarker’s Notes:

Klance unfinished

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Ice Melts When Heated ~ Chapter 6

Relationships: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - Skating, figure skating, Rivals, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies is a slight overstatement tho, Banter, Time Skips, Rating May Change

Ao3: x

It felt like they’d been talking for days, Jason bringing out three notebooks as well as paperwork for the actual rink, telling him they were all important. It turned out Jason was a level of obsessive compulsive that Tim had honestly never seen in him before. It didn’t seem like something he’d picked up off of Bruce or Talia either, as he’d looked through a few of them. It seemed like he documented everything he did training wise, setting out meal plans around competitions, ideas for snacks to take whilst flying, with comments about how he hated plane food. Tim liked making lists but this was a whole other level. Jason would probably kill him for eating Froot Loops for dinner sometimes not to mention his coffee consumption.

He’d always taken Jason as the sort that would wing it but then again, he might have been more like that when he was younger, his injury had taken quite a bit of time to recover from and when he’d been injured. “Where are you going to stay, your parents support you right? Which means they probably aren’t thrilled about the cost of this.”

Tim glanced up from one of the books, looking across the table. “They weren’t in love with the sudden plane tickets or the fact that I hired a car but they’re happy I’ve come across, they just wished I waited a little longer. I can get a hotel room for a little bit and then start looking for an apartment if it becomes a permanent move.”

“A hotel room? For fifty-one nights, at least? That’s going to cost thousands of dollars.”

Tim couldn’t help but laugh, handing the notebook back over to Jason. “You’re already counting down the sleeps until Worlds? Is it your version of Christmas?” The other man shrugged, offering no real response to the question. It was no secret Jason was competitive, every competition was another goal in a not too distant future. He’d listened to him complain about how he hated off season to Dick a time or two before. “As for the hotel unless you have a better idea, where else would I go?”

“My place is a shoebox but it’s got a second bedroom, which is currently just being used as storage.”

Staying at Jason’s would make things cheaper, would mean his parents couldn’t breathe down his neck about the costs of the move quite so much. But it meant living with Jason, who he’d tried to hook up with when he’d needed someone to comfort him. Experimenting whether he was capable of coaching him was one thing, living with him was a whole other story. “But that means you won’t have storage.” A lame excuse at best, if there was a way to reduce costs any sensible person wouldn’t care about the fact that they had less storage.

He could see a few muscles twitch, Tim unable to read if it was an annoyed reaction or an amused one. “Just say no if you’re uncomfortable with the offer.”

“I’m not- I haven’t booked anything in yet, so at least for tonight I’m not going to say no.”

“Tonight’s actually not good for me…” The way each word was exaggerated made it all too obvious that he was making a joke, but Tim played along with a frown. If Jason wanted to poke fun then he was more than willing to let him. He was doing him a favour regardless of how much he was going to make Tim pay for it. “I’m kidding, you will have to sleep on the sofa unless we can find an air mattress at Migros.”

“Migros?”

“It’s a supermarket, but we can go there and if it fails you’ll get to curl up on my sofa until you can order a bed online or whatever.”

Tim nodded slowly, opening his mouth to make a smart comment but closing it almost instantly, he was in no place to judge when it came to apathy about things that weren’t related to skating. It was how he’d been able to let certain comments slide off his back. “Well I guess if I stay at yours it also makes training easier, because we would end up leaving at the same time often enough.”

“What times are you used to doing training with proper coaching though.”

He looked down, it wasn’t something Jason was going to like, his training schedule seemed so strict that Tim’s assortment of times was going to make a mockery of the sport. “The truth is going to make you mad.”

“He didn’t do anything?”

“No, it was more a ‘when I can fit you in’ kind of thing lately, because he saw me more than anyone else other than the demon child. So sometimes it would be at 6am and then the next day he’d have like twenty minutes spare at 9pm so we’d squeeze some in there. It used to be better that’s just how it has been lately, but well you’d know because well you kind of helped drop the bomb that he had a kid with Talia.”

“I didn’t drop any bombs, I just implied the secret he already knew about could leak at any moment. Like he fucked with Talia’s career too, I feel like people haven’t really put the timeline together with that. Everyone he touches, aside from Dick, turns against him.” Jason said, Tim rubbing his hands together under the table. Talking about Bruce didn’t feel right, he was mad, how could he not be? But it could easily turn into bad mouthing for the sake of it, not ever actually getting to a better place themselves. Which meant Bruce would be right about him. “I will say, I feel like the primary focus is getting your head put together for the free program, you generally win the short and then the free is where you aren’t as composed. Your short program’s worst score for this season was a 101.75 at Four Continents, right? Which is higher than my best for the year.”

“Have you not cracked 100 points in the short this year?”

“I have, barely though, my triple axel as a singular jump has been really bad this year. In combination, it’s great but there’s issues with it in the short program.”

“It’s weird that you know what my lowest short program score is, I tend to focus on potential scores so I know what I need to do when everyone is at their best.” He couldn’t fathom how Jason had all those scores in his head, it wasn’t easy to remember every single one of his own scores because in truth he didn’t always agree with his scores, some days he felt like he skated better than what the judges gave him and other days he would say he did worse. It balanced out over time but it all depended on the judges and the competitions.

Jason snorted, seemingly amused by the turn in conversation. “I’m offended that you aren’t following my scores as closely as I am yours. You make a mockery of our rivalry Timothy.” It wasn’t the first-time Jason had referred to them as rivals, it was less aggressive than it used to be, but it wasn’t one that was about competing for the attention of a coach, even if he couldn’t seem to get the edge to hold a lead at the end of a competition they’d pushed each other to be better skaters despite living on separate continents.

“Not everyone can be the Rain Man of scores.”

“That’s not fair! I just have it all written down at home, I only know the most recent one because I was there.”

Tim couldn’t help making a face, he looked up the records and watched recent skates of competitors but scores was so specific, so debatable anyway that it seemed pointless. “Why? I’ve got binders of score sheets but I only have people that I was competing against.”

“Because the brain works in strange ways and it’s become a vice.”

“A vice? You drink and you definitely used to smoke how is being obsessive compulsive about scores training and diet a vice, wouldn’t it make you more stressed?”

“It’s complicated.” That smile, it made it seem like he was joking or poking fun rather than it actually being too complicated for him to explain.

“I can’t tell if this is revenge for my avoiding your questions at Arkham.”

“It’s not, I don’t understand how I got the itch for it but it keeps me focused and when winning gives you more than anything else can why wouldn’t you keep doing it, I guess it’s superstitious, like how footballers will go to an exact place for breakfast before a home game or they won’t have sex on game day or putting on the -”

Tim threw his hands up, an act of surrender. “I get it, don’t give me fifty analogies.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. This was probably bound to be a mistake, but at worst it would be a few weeks and they could decide it was a failed experiment that taught the figure skating world a lesson. First being don’t coach/be coached by your biggest competition, and second being don’t burn bridges back at your original rink.

If they screwed this up there was little to no chance that Bruce would take him back, although he wasn’t the first person he’d run to at this point anyway.

---

It took a week to find some sort of a groove and two weeks for the figure skating world to realise exactly where he was. In truth, he had overestimated the abilities of how die-hard fans managed to spread gossip like wildfire but two weeks still wasn’t all that much time. The call from Dick after a week had been an awkward one, the other just trying to figure out if he was ever coming back and then to give him a brotherly lecture about how this could end in disaster.

So far it had been fine though, they definitely didn’t agree on everything but there was a better balance of power. He wasn’t afraid to fight back with Jason. So far it hadn’t been yelling, more heated discussions under their breaths about how one or the other had no idea what they were talking about.

Jason wanted to hear him out each time though. A welcome change that made making adjustments make far more sense than they ever had with Bruce.

Living together had proven to be the hard part, he hadn’t been wrong about the apartment being tiny, which meant they were in each other’s space all too often but it had been the rearranging of items that had been the real challenge. The boxes hadn’t been a major issue, getting the mattress around everything had been. He wouldn’t say either of them got heated about it, but both of them at one point or another in having to move the desk and bookcase that sat in the living space said ‘fuck it’ and just laid on the mattress in the middle of the room.

Tim had even fallen asleep at one point, surely for no longer than ten minutes to find his body outlined with random books. Had it not been for Jason’s laughter as he took several pictures he wouldn’t have woken up. They both weren’t used to living with someone on a full time basis and in Tim’s mind at least it was working for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d lived with someone for more than a month at a time that wasn’t a nanny or a butler when his parents decided he just needed someone that could cook and clean. Ironically it felt like he’d had less freedom than when he was in high school because there was always someone there to check up on him.

He wasn’t going to lie it felt nice to have someone around, a year ago every time Jason spoke to him he still felt agitated and now he was actively enjoying Jason’s company. Regardless of whether they kept up the coaching arrangement, Tim had already been compelled to make the move more permanent, which meant spending his free time looking at apartments that he could actually move all of his own stuff into. “If we get a bigger place can we get a cat?” Jason uttered, the man hovering over his shoulder as he had twenty tabs open of different apartments or townhouses.

“We… that’s presumptuous.” He said, tilting his head back to look up at the other, for as much shit as Jason liked to talk about his bad eating habits he sure did have a fascination with yogurt pouches.

“You’re strictly looking at two or three bedroom places and you already said you don’t want to live alone, did I assume wrong?” He hadn’t, for as vaguely as they discussed things he wasn’t about to press Jason into moving unless he showed interest. After all, they’d barely been living together and in another two weeks they could be read to kill each other.

Why Jason felt that he could only have a cat if he moved somewhere bigger was beyond him. “Selina might give you one… she’d give me one, the past two times one of her cats has given birth she’s offered.”

“And you said no, that’s outrageous.”

Tim shrugged, there’d always been a reason as to why not get one. “My parents didn’t want me having a pet, claimed that because there are periods of the year no one would be at home it was cruel.

There seemed to be a small hum behind him, Tim focusing back on his computer in front of him. A place that appeared to be the right fit would come along soon enough, one that he wouldn’t have to worry about whether someone else was going to get it before they’d have the chance to move in. “That’s basically why I don’t have one now. I jokingly asked Talia if she’d take care of it when I was away if she wasn’t at competition with me.”

“Let me guess she threatened to drown it?”

“Not quite, just gave me this weird lecture like she is my parent.” Tim’s lips pressed into a line as he tried to hold back any laughter. He’d already witnessed that a few times, the dynamic of between Jason and his coach far more interesting than he’d thought. He had always assumed Talia and Ra’s were slave drivers who had their skaters doing eight hours of on ice training a day and then extra off ice work. Turned out that Jason was making himself do more hours on ice than needed and Talia was constantly chiding him, telling him he’d end up injured if he pushed himself too far.

Some probably would take it as her manipulating him but it seemed to work, made him take breaks when Jason had been going at it for too long. “Don’t worry once she stops being angry about you ‘wasting’ my time you’ll end up being the favourite child.”

“She has a son. Granted most people hate the brat but he is blood for her.”

A hand rested on his shoulder, patting it gently. He barely had to infer as to who he was talking about and Jason knew, whether it be Damian or Bruce. The names were able to fall out of his daily vocabulary. “She doesn’t like the things he does or says, which in all honesty he’s worse now than he used to be. Just you wait, she’ll warm up, I’ll lose my place as favourite in her eyes and then she’ll nag you about every single person you could possibly be interested in dating.”

“If one more person asks me about Conner I’ll scream.” He joked, pushing the hand away. Visibly cringing at the photos on his computer. Some people really didn’t know how to take pictures that made their houses look more flattering. “He has a thing for blondes, caught him and Cassie Sandsmark hooking up on the back of the bus between trips of a show. It made me realise dumb teenage shit happens regardless of whether you’re in the fishbowl of high school or not.”

“Oh, dumb teenage shit will happen if you’re not a teenager.”

“Obviously, I mean I feel like most of those that I came through Juniors with have always been pretty serious. Except for maybe Cassie and Steph.” Even the two of them were still pretty serious, he remembered watching Jason and the kids his age coming up into seniors and whilst they were all serious about skating they were all pretty goofy people off the ice.

There was that hand patting his shoulder again, this time it was certainly to make fun, the pats getting harder with each second. “It’s okay, I’ll bring out the inner four-year-old in you so you can experience a childhood.”

“You’re literally eating yogurt pouches.” Tim chuckled, pushing the hand away again, only for both of Jason’s arms to wrap around his head, squeezing as though he was trying to pop it.

“I wasn’t trying to say I was better, damn baby bird not everything is a competition.” Enough things were competitions, the smaller man slumping down in the chair to escape the other’s grasp, only for Jason to drop him the moment he started to lose grip, the momentum making Tim slide to the floor.

All he could hear was obnoxious laughter as Jason tried pushing the chair in. He truly did know how to be childlike at times. “Baby bird… haven’t heard that one in a while.” He said, finding it hard to not laugh at how this must have looked, it was stupid enough being the victim of this.

“What are you talking about I call you it all the time?” The chair stopped moving, but that was because he’d managed to make Tim wriggle back until he was under the desk completely. “Now it’s my turn to look at places.”

There was nowhere for him to move but thankfully Jason sat on the chair trapping him further by putting his legs under the desk. Couldn’t he just have sat sideways? In all fairness, he could just fight his way out. “Gross, some of these places are all tile flooring, do you know how cold it gets?”

“Yeah but they’re big.” He protested, resting his forehead against Jason’s knee.

And he thought how they were just moments ago looked strange. “That’s worse, it would be so hard to keep the place warm during winter. It snows here.”

“It snowed yesterday, you’re basically saying water is wet.” He retorted, flicking at Jason’s shins, he’d be able to annoy him to the point of being let out from under here in just a few minutes, he had to believe his patience was stronger than Jason’s. “I’m just looking for ideas anyway, it’s not like any of these are going to be available in a few months’ time. Gotta know what I want first though. Apparently, all you care about is a place with no tiles outside of the bathroom and enough room for a cat.”

“The cat should have its’ own room, which it will never sleep in because it thinks it’s a person and it wants to sleep with one of us.”

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Cats are weird, I don’t have any other explanation for it.” Jason flinched, almost kneeing him in the nose when Tim pinched his Achilles, the trapped man laughing softly to himself. “Stop it.” He whined, a hand swatting under the table as Tim pinched again.

“Stop it…” Tim mimicked, just happy to be getting some sort of a reaction out of Jason, it meant he’d either get out from under sooner or Jason would fight him which would make way for the opportunity for escape anyway.

“Unless you’re going to do something more entertaining for the both of us just sit pretty under there until my turn is over.”

Tim could feel the blush spreading across his face, thankful now that Jason couldn’t see him. “Don’t you get plenty of that from Roy?” He mocked, resting his back against the wall, using his feet to push Jason’s seat back until it teetered.

“Roy’s not as pretty Timbers. Don’t tell him I told you that because I don’t want to take a hockey puck to the hea-” That did the trick, Jason toppling backwards, too distracted by talking to realise just how far Tim had managed to angle the chair back. “I am taking back my offer to let you blow me.” Jason didn’t move as Tim crawled out from under the desk, the two of them smiling at each other as Tim stopped to stand.

“I think that might be a good thing, I don’t feel like fulfilling a porn trope for you.”

“But it’s the only reason I wanted to become your coach. Also, Roy and I haven’t ever done anything so you don’t need to get jealous.”

“I know, because if you could hook up with any guy it would be Dick Grayson.”

“How could you not? Especially Dick when he first switched to ice dance and was learning how to do all those lifts.”

“So, you hooked up with Dick?”

Laughter followed, Jason shaking his head as he started to get up, somersaulting backwards only for his feet and knees to hit the sofa. “Nope, he treats me the same way he treats you, as soon as he mentors someone he wouldn’t dare.”

Tim laughed, helping Jason up, resisting all temptation to let go of his hand and drop him again. “I don’t think I had the same fascination with Dick but for the longest time he treated me like a kid brother and when he didn’t anymore I less saw him as this unattainable entity that I was chasing and more like a stretched-out kid who had too much candy a lot of the time.”

“Well he adores you. I don’t think he would have let me yell at Bruce if it wasn’t for you.” He wouldn’t deny that, there was no use in doing so, Dick told him how much he loved him, it might have been in a familial aspect as well as a place of mutual admiration but it was a relationship that he knew deep down he couldn’t ruin even if he actively attempted to.

“He’s obsessed with trying to get me to do lifts with him, but I’m not into getting dropped by him.”

“You’re smaller than both Barbara and Kory so why the fear of being dropped?”

Tim rolled his eyes, leaning against the desk. “Because you’ve got to lift yourself in part and also you’ve got to put 100% faith in them, not dropping you and we’ve all seen compilation videos of bad falls… you’re featured in a lot of them.”

There’s a small noise that comes from Jason, Tim unable to tell if it was amusement or annoyance. “So that’s how Bruce teaches kids these days… or you’re a sadist that enjoys watching people get hurt.”

“Neither, I wanted to learn what not to do if that makes sense, because I like my knees, ankles and just my body in general.” There’s a nod, definitely understanding, although even explaining it made him sound like a sadist regardless. “Although I guess it’s ironic saying I like my knees when I’m jumping quads.”

---

The Move Of The Cycle, Tim Drake Defects to Al Ghul’s Rink But Who is His Coach?

Vicki Vale

After the explosive video highlighting how there has been trouble in paradise for some time between Bruce Wayne’s team and current national champion Tim Drake. It didn’t take long for him to be spotted in Geneva, Switzerland. It was one of several places that was thrown around in gossip amongst fans  online, many arguing that Ra’s Al Ghul had been attempting to solicit Drake for years, although many pointed out that Drake had repeatedly rebuked suggestions and would likely join the Kents, keeping to a less foreign environment and with people that he is knowingly comfortable with.

Well the mystery was solved by a few fans who were skaters at the Swiss rink that posted images of Drake on fan accounts, corroborated by an instagram story from rival Jason Todd of Drake asleep at the rink with the location tagged.

The immediate assumption was that Ra’s Al Ghul was Drake’s coach for the remainder of the season, however, after a very brief conversation which resulted in this reporter being hung up on, Al Ghul denied that Drake had requested his coaching services. Thus attention turned to his daughter, Talia Al Ghul, coach of Todd and former coach and mother of Damian Wayne, who said; “That whilst Timothy has been a welcome and exciting presence, he has taken a more unconventional route for this Worlds competition.” She’d gone on to say that whilst she was willing to provide a support role she wasn’t his coach.

This leaves us with many questions, regarding whether Drake has a coach or not, considering how he’d handled his loss at Four Continents I’d suspect that he has some sort of team behind him, however, there might be no official coach. One all too entertaining theory that came from twitter user @tjdfreaks, was that despite no one being entirely sure of the legality whilst being direct competition for each other, Jason Todd was his coach, as they have been seen together on ice and going to and leaving the rink most days.

I suspect said theory is little more than just a theory but it was too juicy to share and their thread will be linked below.

https://twitter.com/tjdfreaks/status/1094150268957089792

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The ice is different, everyday it feels like something else, too hard, too soft, just not right for what he wants. In the morning he can’t land jumps sensibly and then come afternoon it feels bad for spinning regardless of whether it was freshly cut or not. It was early March already and he couldn’t get comfortable with what was supposed to be his home ice and in a month he was going to have to figure out how to skate on ice that possibly hadn’t even been laid early enough for it to have set right.

Everything was just different.

He had more freedom with his practices and time sure, and the scheduling had worked so well right from the start but that didn’t mean he was comfortable, Bruce might have screwed it all up but it was something he’d begun to get used to, just as he’d gotten used to sitting in the car and finally letting out how frustrated and upset he was. Now, Jason was painstakingly making him show every single feeling, making him let it out in the moment even though really it just made him want to tell the other to fuck off. Something that Jason also actively encouraged. Talia seemed to at least be entertained, he couldn’t quite tell whether she actually was, but after he told Jason to ‘go have another grade 3’, she had a more obvious reaction. He wasn’t sure if it was because she found it funny but she said that it wasn’t half as bad as the things Jason had said to her over the years, or in the past week, a sign that she was perhaps warming up to him, despite his being another distraction for Jason.

Ra’s on the other hand, still looked perpetually seething with the situation, the fact that he was training at his rink but not under his coaching. So close to being in his grasp, another success to his legacy only for it to be snatched away by Jason, who’d been snatched away by his own daughter, constantly so close to the top skaters of this generation but always just missing out. There were moments Tim could see Ra’s watching him and Jason, glaring at the two of them, a look darkening whenever they seemed to be screwing around too much for his liking. He was sure there was at least one occasion that he’d gone to yell at them when their working on footwork had turned into Jason trying to lift him whilst Tim did everything he could to flee. They ended up having a low speed crash into the barriers when neither one of them were paying all that much attention.

He stopped at the barrier to take a drink, wiping sweat off of his face with the towel. Nothing felt right, so heavy, edgework that he could do in his sleep feeling unclean and sloppy. “You look like you’re fighting with every little element at all times in a runthrough.” He should have known from the sound of blades scraping to a stop that it was Jason, they were the only two who had their stuff over here and aside from the initial excitement, most seemed to have gotten used to his presence enough to not let it distract from their own training.

“I’m not fighting, I just am not-”

“Comfortable? You’ve been saying that for weeks, are you sure it’s not your body and mind being completely in sync?” It wasn’t direct, but he could pick up on what Jason was saying, that this was him putting blame on one thing because he needed it to be something other than him, for it to be something completely out of his control. “What are you scared of, other than crashing into the barrier again?”

There were plenty of things to be scared of, injury, embarrassment, people thinking they were right about him, Bruce and Damian being right. “It happening again, and then every time I go out to do this program like a curse, I can’t just come off like a cocky asshole like you can.” He’d never phrase it like that to Bruce, even though in his days as a pairs skater that was exactly how he’d seemed. Jason only laughed though, looking more understanding about the matter than he really had to. “I know Bruce is wrong about me, I know I’m capable of doing things I haven’t done yet, I don’t need a pep talk about that, I just need to think and figure out how to make this work, for every element to work on it’s own and then also work-”

“You’re overthinking, which yeah it makes sense because you’re, you, but you’re focusing on the wrong things. Every little detail doesn’t have to be perfect, this isn’t nationals so no one is going to get perfect scores, it’s better that it works together than you get a perfect Grade of Execution and full levels for your technical components.”

That certainly sounded like something that would stereotypically would be a mind game from a teenage girl who thought she was living in a movie. “I’m not worried about it being perfect, I do want all positive marks and all level 4s, but one thing that’s wrong affects everything else.”

“And you have a little under month to get it all right, but you need to want to win, rather than want to make sure people aren’t right about you.”

“Yeah, a month that’s not a long time.” He groaned, pushing away from the boards, glancing behind himself as he glided backwards. “Your pep talk sucked and was super ineffective by the way.”

[soyqan-blog]

very, very, very long post re; important muse info && other hcs. 

note; strike -- through text = “ to do later “ ( inc. stuff not yet pondered or not pondered enough / stuff i can’t put into words very well right now ). post will be updated with new information as it comes.

General Information

Name: adam ronen cuypers -- daalmans. Pronunciation: ah-dum roh-nun kai-pers dahl-mens Name Meaning: adam; red / man. ronen; song / joy. cuypers; barrel maker / cooper. daalmans; of daal. Name Origin: dutch / hebrew mix. Other Names: adam taurus. Gender: male. Titles: master, mister, “ brother “.

Birth Name: same as “ name “. Birth Date: july 1st. Birth Length: n / a. Birth Weight: n / a. Birth Place: forever fall forest, vale, remnant. Manner of Birth: long labour but a relatively average birth as a whole. First Word(s): vis ( dutch for “ fish “ ).

Dominant Hand: right. Astrological Sign: cancer. Catchphrase: i’m gonna have to go with “ no “. Handwriting: depends. sometimes it’s neat && joined, sometimes it’s squiggles.

Appearance

Picture:

Height: 6′6″. Weight: n / a. Species: goat. Race: faunus. Blood Type: n / a. Symbol: red rose.

Skin Color: white, pale. Birthmarks: n / a. Extra Anatomy: a pair of black backwards -- growing horns atop his head. Somatotype: ectomorph. Locomotion: bipedal.

Hair Color: crimson red, natural. Hair Length: just past his ears with the exception of a couple of longer tufts just above the nape of his neck. Hair Type: slightly curly. Hair Style: generally just a mess. Widow's Peak: no. Ear Shape: average ?? Ear Type: human ears. Eye Color: green with a gold ring around the iris. Eye Type: human eyes. Eyebrows: somewhat flat in nature but typically arched in a display of annoyance / anger. thin, neat. Nose Color: same as the rest of his skin. Nose Shape: average. Teeth: average; clean, straight, none missing. Face Shape: rectancle / heart hybrid. Complexion: an abundance of freckles adorning every inch of him. Facial Hair: none.

Alternative Appearances:

Health and Image

Diet: fish, berries, fruits, && vegetables. Exercise: every day. running, weight -- lifting. Fitness: very fit, despite other aspects of his lifestyle. mainly due to his non -- physical faunus traits. Maximum Load: unknown. Running Speed: keemstar voice.......... Posture: slouches when seated, bolt upright when still / walking, && slouches some while running. Dexterity: very good balance ( except when drunk ), steady on his feet, capable of being graceful. Reflexes: ( keemstar voice ) f a s t as fuck, boiiiii.

Abnormalities: n / a. Vulnerabilities: mentally vulnerable due to life experiences && mental health issues. Handicaps: n / a.  Aids: n / a. Medication: n / a.  Augmentations: n / a. Allergies: n / a. Diseases: asthma. Illnesses: n / a. Disorders: depression, ptsd, pyrophobia. others but haven’t yet been decided on or discovered / named yet due to lack of research on my end. Imperfections: n / a. Broken Bones: very, very rarely. Reason for Health: t r a u m a && lots of it.

Wardrobe: he wears whatever the heck he has made or feels like making. usually either loose -- ish casual wear or somewhat casual formal wear. Accessories: gloves. Equipment: wilt && blush, his chokuto && rifle. Musical Instruments: plays guitar but incredibly rarely. thank pure boredom. Amulets: n / a. Piercings: n / a. Hygiene: very good hygiene. he has no patience for anyone who doesn’t take care of themselves in such a manner. Perfume / Cologne: n / a. Scent: alcohol. Scars: couple of burns && battle scars. Tattoos: n / a.

Voice

Accent / Dialect: Voice: Pitch: Range: Volume: Laughter: Impediments:

Psychology

IQ: unknown. Languages: english, dutch, hebrew. Vocabulary: swearing. Memory: better than he wants it to be. Temperament: anger. Learning Style: Emotional Stability: none. Mental Health: Very Bad. Instincts: a mess.

Bodily-Kinesthetic: Interpersonal: Intrapersonal: Linguistic: Logical-Mathematical: Musical: Naturalistic: Spatial: Existential:

Perception

Audition: Gustation: Olfaction: Tactition: Vision: Intuition: Synesthesia:

Philosophy

Religion: satanism. Devotion: Superstitions: some, here && there... they’re not to be shared with outsiders of his village though. Spirit Animal: Deathwish:

Allegiance: Political Party: Political Awareness:

Morality: Etiquette: Alignment: Attitude: Outlook on Life: Perception: Philosophy / Motto: Taboos: Vices: Virtues:

Character

Primary Objective: tell humans to fuck off && stop being assholes. Secondary Objectives: to love on blake. Priorities: blake, his need for revenge. Motivation: ...anger. Self Confidence: none. Self Control: none. Self Esteem: none.

Quirks: Hobbies: Closet Hobbies: Guilty Pleasures: baking, even if he doesn’t actually eat what he has produced. very rare too since he can’t get the ingredients very easily. Habits:

Desires: Wishes: Lures: Manias: Afflictions: Traumas: Worries: Nervous Tics: Instigators: Soothers: Savvies: Ineptities: Soft Spots: Cruel Streaks:

Accomplishments: Greatest Achievement: Failures: Biggest Failure: Obituary:

Favorite Dream: Worst Nightmare: Earliest Memory: Fondest Memory: Worst Memory: Funniest Moment: Happiest Moment: Saddest Moment: Most Prized Possession: Most Valuable Possession: Collections:

Embarrassments: Mannerisms: Humor: Regrets: Secrets: Darkest Secret: Pet Peeves: Phobias: pyrophobia. Greatest Fear:

Confidence: Creativity: Generosity: Honesty: Loyalty: Insecurities: Patience: Predictability: Reliability: Respect: Responsibility: Trustworthiness:

Common...

Compliments: Insults: Expletives: all of them, probably. Farewells: Greetings: Mood: bad. Words: Emotional Status: anger.

Preferences

Likes: Dislikes: Favorites: Least Favorites:

Combat

Ability: Element: Martial Arts: Immunities: Resistances: Strengths: Weaknesses: Futilities: Restrictions: Origin: Source:

Specialty: Signature Move: Special Attack: Courage:

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Hometown: vale, remnant. Citizenship:  Culture: see sep. posts. Traditions: same as above. Routine: hahahaha. Sleep Patterns: random. Eating Habits: generally does not like to eat && does so whenever he can be bothered. so, at random times. portion sizes change a lot too but never more than “ a little bit of food “. Pets: none.

Social

Mother: daube cuypers. Father: aapeli daalmans. Guardians: none. Siblings: none. Children: none. Close Relatives: unknown. Distant Relatives: unknown. Ancestors: unknown.

Best Friend: blake belladonna. Close Friends: none. Confidantes: none. Friends: none. Allies: none. Acquaintances: a couple, i guess. maybe. Followers: no real ones. not that he wants any. Subordinates: Rivals: none. Enemies: too many.

Inspirations: his parents. Role Models: his parents. Heroes: his parents. Mentors:

Family Dynamics: Communication: Discriminations: Reputation: Dominance: Expression: Cooperation: Sociability: Status: Class: Livelihood:

Memberships: Community:

Romance

First Love: blake belladonna. Love Interests: see above. Marital Status: single / taken, verse dependent. Orientation: heteroromantic heterosexual. Significant Other: blake belladonna.

Love Style: Flirtiness: Turnons: Turnoffs: Fetishes: Virginity: went bye bye.

Story Information

Verse:

Archetype: Enneagram: Flaws: Tropes: Clichés:

Role: Fulfilment: Significance: Advice:

Analogue: Inspiration: Voice Actor: One Word: Tagline: Theme Song: Soundtrack:

Date of Creation: First Appearance (Date, Location, Event): Earliest Appearance (Date, Location, Event): Last Appearance (Date, Location, Event): Latest Appearance (Date, Location, Event):

Centric Stories: Centric Episodes: Episode Count:

Reactions

Angry: Anxious: Conflicted: Criticized: Depressed: Embarrassed: Excited: Frightened: Guilty: Happy: Mistaken: Nervous: Offended: Praised: Rejected: Sad: Stressed: Thoughtful:

Impressions

First:  Self: Family: Lover: Friends: Associates: Authority: Strangers: Enemies: Post Mortem: Creator:

Personality

MBTI Personality Type: Anima: Personas: Idiosyncrasies:

Biography

Infancy (0-3):

Childhood (4-12):

Adolescence (13-19):

Adulthood (20-54):

Seniority (55+):

Development

Personal: Social: Physical: Spiritual:

Miscellaneous

Defining Moment: his capture && forced place in crmen && wtch’s plan. Other Information:

[populationzero]

"People were dying before this, people will die tomorrow. The only person you can stop from dying is yourself, and even that’s not true."

      - Lidea Burton

    General Information

Name: Lidea Su Burton

Pronunciation: [lid-ee-uh] [soo] [ber-tun]

Name Meaning: Lydia is a feminine first name of Greek origin (Greek: Λυδία, Ludía, from λυδία (ludía; "beautiful one", "noble one". Lidea sounds like Lydia, but it stands for Life and Death.  肃 (Sù) meaning "respectful" (Respect the Dead) The name Burton is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Burton is: From the fortified town.

Name Origin: Greek, Chinese, English

Other Names: “The Ghost”, Cinna

Gender: Female

Titles: none

Birth Name: Lidea Su Burton

Birth Date: December 2nd, 2094

Birth Length: 45cm

Birth Weight: 5.2 lbs

Birth Place: Somewhere in NJ

Manner of Birth: Natural in a brothel

First Word(s): Ma, Mum

Death Date: N/A

Death Place: N/A

Manner of Death: N/A

Resting Place: N/A

Last Words: N/A

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Catchphrase: “Fuck it.”

Autograph:

Handwriting:

ID Number/SSN: 23709 (Birth Identification)

License Plate Number:N/A

    Appearance

Picture:

Height: 5′9′’

Weight: 130 lbs

Species: Chimera

Race: Mutant

Blood Type: Curvy but fit

Symbol:

Skin Color: Caramel, Pale Patches, Freckled

Birthmarks: None

Extra Anatomy:None

Somatotype: Mesomorph

Locomotion: Fluid

Hair Color: Half platinum, half black

Hair Length: 30 inches

Hair Type: Thick, textured

Hair Style: Locks

Widow's Peak: Yes

Ear Shape: Rounded

Ear Type: Human

Eye Color: Complete Heterochromia - (R) Blue (L) Brown

Eye Type: Human

Eyebrows: Groomed, arched.

Nose Color: Pale, heavily freckled

Nose Shape: Wide, rounded, pointed down slightly.

Teeth: Healthy, none missing.

Face Shape: Oval

Complexion: Mixed, caramel, asian pale, freckled.

Facial Hair: None

Hat Size: Large (because of hair)

Shirt Size: Medium

Waist Size: 36 inches

Shoe Size: 7 1/2 Wide Toe

Fur Color: N/A

Fur Designs: N/A

Fur Length: N/A

Fur Type: N/A

Tail Color: N/A

Tail Design: N/A

Tail Girth: N/A

Tail Length: N/A

Tail Type: N/A

Alternative Appearances: None

    Health and Image

Diet: Mostly vegetation, meat only if she can find it.

Exercise: Running from the dead and mutants.

Fitness: High

Maximum Load: 35lbs

Running Speed: 25mph

Posture: Poised

Dexterity: Admirable

Reflexes: Extraordinary

Abnormalities: None

Vulnerabilities: As human as anyone else.

Handicaps: Sunlight bother’s her skin

Aids: None

Medication: None

Augmentations:None

Allergies: Seasonal

Diseases: None

Illnesses: None currently

Disorders: Depression, Anxiety, Paranoia,

Imperfections: Scar on bottom lip, C-section scar

Broken Bones: None currently, has broken her arm before, and a few toes/fingers

Reason for Health: She’s careful

Wardrobe: (Pictured Above)

Accessories: Necklace with her child’s ashes.

Equipment: GPS with downloaded maps on her arm.

Musical Instruments: Ukulele

Amulets: N/A

Piercings: Nose, Septum, Both ears 4 times plus 2 gauges

Hygiene: It’s the apocalypse, but she has places she can wash herself.

Makeup: Hardly any anymore

Perfume / Cologne: None

Scent: Natural

Scars: Few bullet wounds (Shoulder, leg, back)

Tattoos:

    Voice

Accent / Dialect: American

Voice: Husky/Rasp

Pitch: Contralto

Range: Contralto, Range: E3 – F5

Volume: Loud

Laughter: Rasp, hardly heard.

Impediments: N/A

    Psychology

IQ: 125

Languages: English, Spanish, Chinese

Vocabulary: High

Memory: Decent

Temperament: Easily agitated

Learning Style: Learn by doing herself.

Emotional Stability: Strong

Mental Health: Manageable

Instincts: 8/10 Right

Bodily-Kinesthetic: Controllable, only conveys what she wants to be known. Being an ex-harlot gave her those skills.

Interpersonal: Strong

Intrapersonal: Medium (Her Instincts and Anxiety battle each other)

Linguistic: High

Logical-Mathematical:Good

Musical:High

Naturalistic:No

Spatial: N/A

Existential: N/A

    Perception

Audition: Great

Gustation: High

Olfaction: Heightened

Tactition: Good

Vision: Good

Intuition: Very On point when Anxiety doesn't get in the way

Synesthesia: Yes, Sounds into Taste

    Philosophy

Religion: Spiritual

Devotion: Divination

Superstitions: Not heeding her cards

Spirit Animal: Panther

Deathwish: Will do anything for Ensu

Allegiance: Harlots Code

Political Party: None

Political Awareness: High

Morality:She tries to do good but she will do what she has to to survive.

Etiquette: LOL

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Attitude: Often referred to as a bitch.

Outlook on Life: Don’t trust anyone.

Perception: Grim

Philosophy / Motto: “Don’t do anything for free. Even if you're not good at whatever it is you're being asked to do.“

Taboos: Talking about dead children.

Vices: Drinking

Virtues: Honesty

    Character

Primary Objective: Keeping Ensu safe

Secondary Objectives: Keeping her freedom

Priorities: Survival

Motivation: Undead, Bad people

Self Confidence: High

Self Control: Medium

Self Esteem: Decent, depending on the day.

Quirks: She fidgets a lot when bored. When she doesn’t fidget is when shes lying or holding back. She messes with her septum

Hobbies: Reading, shes crazy about books and her favorite places to lay low are abandoned libraries. Making beads for her locks.

Closet Hobbies: Knitting

Guilty Pleasures: Weed

Habits: Writes in her journal every morning. Interpreting dreams is a form of entertainment to her.

Desires: Mason - an ex lover (she got kicked out of the town they live in. Mason couldn’t leave because of his son.)

Wishes: To have a child

Lures: Bacon. If she smells it she will steal it.

Manias: bibliomania, wanderlust

Afflictions: none

Traumas: Who doesn't have trauma?

Worries: About Ensu and how she grows up.

Nervous Tics: People crowding her

Instigators: Referring to as if she’s still a whore.

Soothers: Music, books, killing zombies

Savvies: Making clothing to hide Ensu’s strange form.

Ineptities: Technology (whats left)

Soft Spots: Anthony (Mason’s son)

Cruel Streaks: Told the man she loves that he and his child meant nothing to her (So they'd stay in the town and be safe)

Accomplishments: Famed harlot.

Greatest Achievement: First harlot to buy her freedom.

Failures: Cant make coffee to save her life.

Biggest Failure: Got her best friend killed while trying to escape.

Obituary: N/A

Favorite Dream:She has this dream where she lives in the Before World with Mason, Anthony, Ensu, and her baby that she lost.

Worst Nightmare: Her daughters incineration.

Earliest Memory: Her mother giving her to her Madam Lady.

Fondest Memory: Meeting Mason.

Worst Memory: Losing Lilo (Life, Love) her baby daughter.

Funniest Moment: Ensu learning about the outside world.

Happiest Moment: The day Mason introduced Anthony to her.

Saddest Moment: Her best friends funeral pyre

Most Prized Possession: Lilo’s Ashes

Most Valuable Possession: The gold chain for her daughters ash-charm

Collections: Books, Yarn, drawing pads,

Embarrassments: They’re all horrible and sexual-related.

Mannerisms: Sways her hips when shes worried.

Humor: Morbid, Dry, Ironic

Regrets: Regrets beating up the Mayor’s son. (Why she got kicked out of where Mason and Anthony are)

Secrets: --

Darkest Secret: --

Pet Peeves:  Hates people wanting to touch her hair

Phobias: Something crawling in her ear while she sleeps. So she sleeps with cotton in, but they don’t block her hearing.

Greatest Fear: Becoming the undead.

Confidence: In her abilities

Creativity: She has a creative mind set, and time to learn things she find’s hard.

Generosity: She is VERY particular about who she graces with her generosity. There have only been been a few adults. Children she’s softer on but even that is dangerous.

Honesty: She believes in being honest unless its a danger to her life.

Loyalty: She’s loyal without fault to those who actually deserve it.

Insecurities: She use to be more insecure about her skin, but she only worries that it gives her away as a mutant.

Patience: She has almost like no patience with people.

Predictability: She can be predictable, if shes comfortable with someone but she can be chaos to an enemy.

Reliability: If she respects you, you can rely on her for anything.

Respect: It’s very very hard to earn. 

Responsibility: She hates them but is growing to handle it better.

Trustworthiness: Oh don't trust her if you are not 100% positive she’s your friend.

    Common...

Compliments: “Smelling nice today, ______!”

Insults: “You smell so bad you couldn’t pay a harlot to touch you.”

Expletives: Fuck. Cunt. Asshole. Douche.

Farewells: “Ta-ta bitch.”

Greetings: “Hey, fuck you!”

Mood: Need Coffee. or. Need Liquor.

Words: Cào - means Fuck in Chinese. (Not to many people left who know that language.)

Emotional Status: Forever doesn’t give a fuck.

    Preferences

Likes: Cherry over Strawberry, Lime over Lemon

Dislikes: Mint (forced on her as a harlot because men like it)

Favorites: Miss Lady’s Weed-Pops, Deer Meat.

Least Favorites: Eating dogs. It’s makes her heart sad.

    Combat

Ability: Quicker than most.

Element: N/A

Martial Arts: Wing Chun, Qigong (Meditative)

Immunities: N/A

Resistances: N/A

Strengths: Street Brawling

Weaknesses: Lower abdominal

Futilities: N/A

Restrictions: N/A

Origin: Chinese

Source: Her teacher is her father

Specialty: Striking, Grappling, Misleading

Signature Move: Throat Jab

Special Attack: Eye Gouge

Courage: High, she’s rather fearless.

    Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Home is where Mason and Anthony are (Cin-City). Other than that she has plenty of hideouts.

Hometown: Cincinnati

Citizenship: American

Culture: Harlot

Traditions: Chinese

Routine: Wake, Water, Breakfast (If applicable), Move, Fight the Dead, Lunch, Move, Fight the Dead, Shelter by Sundown, Rest, Dinner, Security Check, Sleep.

Sleep Patterns: Not well, but people have evolved to doing well on that.

Eating Habits: She has ways of keeping herself well fed.

Pets: A playful fox lives in one of her common hide-outs. They get along, but being on the road makes a pet a meal usually.

Employer: None finally. Madam Lady still wishes she had her.

Job Title: Freelance.

Experience: She was a Harlot, so she learned everything she needed to know by talking to her men.

Community Service: She’s done her 18 years of serving. Which isn't much compared to women who have been harlots their whole life and still don't see an end to their debt.

Rank: People know shes worth more than her weight in gold - for anything.

Supervisor: HA. Ensu is the only person who bugs her about what to do.

Hours: Her own.

Work Ethic: If it’s important or paying well - she will get it done.

Transportation: Whatever she can find, but mostly she has a motorcycle she likes to upkeep.

Criminal Record:  Who doesn’t have one? Harlot alone is a crime outside of Cin-City, Thievery,  Assault, Blackmail,

Dream Job: She’d like to own her own shop in a town, but being a mutant doesn’t allow that.

Income / Salary: $1400 / Week

Net Worth: $72800 / Year

Budget: $600 supplies, $300 for play, $500 for savings

Debt: Nothing money - she refused to have it.

Savings: $78000 (Over 3 years)

Dependents: One, 10 year old Ensu

Splurges: Book, Music, whatever she can’t find on her own.

Elementary School: Home schooled by harlots.

Middle School: Same as above

High School: Same as above

Colleges: Same as above

Special Education: Shooting, knife work, medical

Extracurricular Activities: Yoga (Cloth), Dance, Guitar

Graduating Year: She bought her freedom at 18 years old.

Study Habits: If she’s focused, she’s unstoppable.

Grades: N/A

Degrees: N/A

    Social

Mother: Fāng Su Wong

Father: Wallace Burton

Guardians: Madam Lady (Head of all Harlots) Lady Silver and Lady Gold

Siblings: None that shes aware.

Children: Lilo - deceased.

Close Relatives: Her father - Wallace.

Distant Relatives: Her mother - Fāng , Aunt - Lin

Ancestors: The original survivor in her family was Ada Wong. (Don’t judge me)

Best Friend: Vanilla, Chocolate (Harlots)

Close Friends: Most Harlots

Confidantes: Harlots, Ex-Culls

Friends: Ohio Leader - Joseph

Allies: (Your Characters)

Acquaintances: Loads.

Followers: You mean stalkers?

Subordinates: none

Rivals: Cherry (Harlot, not so much one anymore because she beat her)

Enemies: The people she rescued Ensu from.

Inspirations: People who make it to old age.

Role Models: Lady Silver, Lady Gold.

Heroes: Her father

Mentors: Lady Silver and Lady Gold

Family Dynamics: She has like zero contact with her mother. Her father she sees from time to time and is the only person she trusts to protect Ensu if it came down to it.

Communication: She trains and uses pigeons.

Discriminations: None

Reputation: She’s known as the “Ghost” for the way she can blend in and get her target. She’s never failed.

Dominance: She’s definitely not submissive. 

Expression: Tends to have resting bitch face.

Cooperation: She doesn’t play exactly well with others unless its in her best interest.

Sociability: She is no longer required to be polite. One must pay for her politeness.

Status: Single, but taken in her heart.

Class: Higher because she travels the Wastelands.

Livelihood: She takes on odd jobs.

Memberships: Harlot’s Sancuary

Community: Cin-City people are her people.

    Romance

First Love:  Nick - Was killed in the Wastes building a new town.

Love Interests: Mason

Marital Status: Single

Orientation: She likes whatever she likes.

Significant Other: None currently.

Love Style:  Let’s just say she knows her shit.

Flirtiness: Master

Turnons: Be a decent human being, because its so rare.

Turnoffs:So many things.

Fetishes: Single dads.

Virginity: PFF.

    Story Information

Verse:

Archetype:

Enneagram: Reformer(7), Leader(6), Thinker(5), Arist - Generalist - Peacemaker (4), Thinker(5), Skeptic (2), Helper(1)

Flaws: Can be very dismissive.

Tropes: Slow Clap is her favorite

Clichés: “I’ll be right back!”

Role: Freelance work for hire and guardian of Ensu.

Fulfillment: To see someone die and not come back as a monster.

Significance: Harlots look up to her bravery.

Advice: “No one’s hands are clean so don’t feel bad”

Analogue: N/A

Inspiration: Sunrises, they give her hope for something new and better.

Voice Actor: Charlize Theron

One Word: Fearless

Tagline: “It’s the dead’s world, were just living in it.”

Theme Song: R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World  

Soundtrack:  THE WALL: Pink Floyd

Date of Creation: February 2nd, 2017

First Appearance (Date, Location, Event): N/A

Earliest Appearance (Date, Location, Event): N/A

Last Appearance (Date, Location, Event): N/A

Latest Appearance (Date, Location, Event): N/A

Centric Stories: N/A

Centric Episodes: N/A

Episode Count: N/A

    Reactions

Angry: “Fuck off”

Anxious: “Fuck me”

Conflicted: “Fucking bullshit”

Criticized: “Go fuck your mother”

Depressed: “Fuck.”

Embarrassed: “Shut the fuck up”

Excited: “Fuck yes!”

Frightened: “Shit.”

Guilty: “Frick”

Happy: “WOO!”

Mistaken: “My fucking bad. Stupid me.”

Nervous: “Well aren’t I just a fucking bundle of nerves right now!”

Offended: “Someone wants to get punched in the fucking face.”

Praised: “You love me”

Rejected: “Fuck you very much”

Sad: “Let me fucking be”

Stressed: “Just let me figure this the fuck out.”

Thoughtful: “I saw this and it made me think of you.”

    Impressions

First: Usually bad, sometimes shes awesome.

Self: She thinks shes pretty cool.

Family: Her father loves her dearly. Her mother couldn't give two shits.

Lover: He thinks shes beautiful, no matter what shes doing.

Friends: see her as strong and amazing.

Associates: They see her as pushy and cruel.

Authority: They know better than to mess with her.

Strangers: She never seems as dangerous as she really is.

Enemies: They fucking hate her.

Post Mortem: N/A

Creator: Allison

    Personality

MBTI Personality Type: INFJ

Anima: Panther

Personas: Harlot, Survivor, Big Sister, Girlfriend - all totally different.

Idiosyncrasies: She has to be the first to try new things. (protective trait)

    Biography

Infancy (0-3): When she was born her mother traded her for room, board, and supplies once she was well from Madam Lady (Lady Black). She was given to the Harlots for her exotic beauty.

Childhood (4-12): She was a servant, seeing sex from a young age. Men tried to have her but she was protected under Lady Silver and Lady Gold. She learned to defend herself at an early age. She began training during this time to become a harlot.

Adolescence (13-19): She continued training to be a harlot and pay back her debt to Lady Black. She paid it back by 18 because she played her life very minimalist, nothing special. At 19 is when she rescued Ensu.

Adulthood (20-54):19-23 shes been living on the road with Ensu, escaping the people who want her.

Seniority (55+): N/A

    Development

Personal: She learned to be strong from the women she grew up with.

Social: Realistically she hates being social, but her harlot skills give her very decent social skills

Physical:She’s always taken very good care of herself, and started training at 12 to fight.

Spiritual: Everything she believes is from her own personal experience.

    Miscellaneous

Defining Moment: N/A

Other Information: None at this time.