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the-art-of-ancunin · 6 months

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The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter Three]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Implied Past Trauma, Implied Abuse, Threatening Language, Foul Language

(Please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3.8K

The Trollskull Tavern sat quietly, the mid-morning sun peeking in through its windows, painting its rather plain interior with a soft radiance. The sound of patrons clinking their mugs together and enjoying the company of one another had ceased for the time being, allowing Yuri a few precious hours to herself. Perched casually on a stool behind the bar, the elven woman relaxed her back against the wall behind her - her hair was still pulled back into a neat braid from the previous evening, a bottle of rich red wine clutched in one hand, and in her lap rested a small leather-bound book, its pages worn and well-loved.

She raised the mouth of the bottle to her lips, stopping as a most unpleasant sound pricked at her pointed ears.

Who in the hells had forgotten to lock that damn door?

It was most definitely her, though she was a touch too proud to admit it, even to herself.

"Piss off! We’re closed!" She barked, her eyes still fixed upon the book in her lap.

A middle-aged man with soft, brunette hair tied neatly behind his head into a bun stood just inside of the tavern, hesitating for but a moment as he glanced around the empty space. Annoyingly undeterred, he approached the bar, managing to muster a smile in spite of Yuri’s unwelcoming demeanor.

"I heard this was the place for a good drink…and perhaps a rousing tale or two,” The man spoke, his voice gentle and kind.

She would have perhaps taken an interest if he hadn’t just interrupted her quiet time.

Eyes still locked onto her book, she took a swig from the bottle.

"Seems you’ve heard wrong, friend. It's 10 o'clock in the morning, for fucks sake, and I’ve got a story right here. Won’t be needing any of yours, thank you," Her eyes remained fixed on the text before her, but the corners of her lips twitched as if she were suppressing a smirk.

The man, still unfazed by her dismissiveness, pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Ah, yes - ‘To Give A Mouse a Muffin’ - a most riveting tale, as I recall from my youth. Pluck full of lovely illustrations as well, isn’t it?" he quipped, brown eyes breaking from her to scan the eclectic collection of mugs hanging above the bar.

The Drow finally looked up, her piercing gaze meeting him.

"You must be new around here. Generally, when a person tells someone to ‘fuck off’, it is understood as an invitation to leave, not to have a seat."

The man chuckled, realizing he might have just found himself in a place where the drinks were strong, and the company, perhaps even stronger.

"Hm…Cagey. Abrasive. Outlandishly beautiful. Let me guess…you must be Yuri. A pleasure to meet you; my name's Gale,” He smiled, extending his hand across the bar, “I've been working with a friend of yours - Tana Garrick - on a few projects recently. Heard this was her usual haunt."

"Is that so? You're in luck, then - she's in the cellar," she said, her tone revealing little about her thoughts on the matter.

Yuri glanced at his outstretched hand but made no move to shake it. Instead, she met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Gale eyed her suspiciously for a moment, clearly pondering the peculiar choice of workspace.

The woman sighed dramatically - dealing with inquisitive strangers was such a tiresome routine.

"What? D'you think I'd let her muck about with her smoke powder in the kitchen? Certainly not," She pointed a slender finger towards a narrow door at the back of the tavern, the entrance to the mysterious depths below, “She’ll be down that way. Now, off with you.”

The man hesitated for a moment, glancing around as if assessing whether he could trust Yuri's guidance. Ultimately, Gale stood from his stool with a light shrug.

"Well then, to the cellar it is."

He gave the woman a parting nod, leaving her to her wine and worn book. As he approached the cellar door, the creaking floorboards beneath him hinted at the tavern's age, the history etched into every corner.

Yuri watched as he took a deep breath before opening the door, the scent of aged wood giving way to a faint hint of sulfur as he descended the creaky stairs, disappearing behind a veil of black.

Yuri’s eyelids were heavy, struggling to peel themselves back as little by little, her surroundings came into focus - she found herself in a rather large bedroom with high ceilings and walls of deep mahogany. Dark drapes billowed gently near a cracked window, the soft glow of moonlight filtering across the room. The air carried the faint scent of lavender and chamomile, adding an oddly soothing feeling to the space.

The softness beneath her hinted at the luxurious embrace of a large, plush bed - a stark difference to the cold stone floor and scratchy, hole-ridden bit of fabric that she had grown accustomed to over the past few nights. Groggy and weak, she made to sit up, but her muscles protested, her limbs feeling like they were made of lead. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her thoughts were scattered, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together.

With a pained groan, Yuri brought a hand to her temple, as if trying to massage away the fog that clouded her mind. Bits and pieces of memories emerged from the depths of her murky consciousness, fragments that seemed disconnected and surreal.

As her awareness sharpened, she became acutely aware of the telltale ache at the side of her neck. Her fingers instinctively grazed over the bruised flesh, and a wince contorted her features.

Astarion.

The name echoed in her mind, triggering a flood of images—the haunting gaze, the flash of fangs, the sensation of a bite.

A chilling thought seized her. Her familiarity with vampires and the exact means of their creation was admittedly near nonexistent, but she was quite certain that she had experienced that dreaded first step. Panic fluttered in her chest as she brought her hand to her lips, probing into her mouth with a mixture of fear and desperation. Relief washed over her as she found nothing out of the ordinary—no elongated fangs, no unnatural sharpness.

She released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, her chest rising and falling with the rhythmic cadence of a heartbeat. The faint fluttering reassured her. She was still herself, still mortal.

Yuri sank back into the softness of the bed, her mind racing to make sense of the fragments of memory.

As the last tendrils of grogginess began to lift, Yuri couldn't shake the lingering unease. She pondered the implications of that vile bite, the bruise on her neck a tangible reminder of her most recent brush with death himself.

How many more monsters would she have to endure before the Gods deigned to grant her some small bit of peace, she wondered with a derisive laugh. First her father, then the Zhentarim, and now this…this Vampire Lord? No - Sovereign, she corrected herself silently. Best not to belittle his station. Men do love their little titles, don’t they?

As she stared blankly at the ceiling above, an image flashed before her mind's eye. She had almost forgotten…her unconscious mind had wandered while she slept, bringing forth memories from long ago. The visage of Gale Dekarios took shape within her brain - a connection…a friendly face in the sea of confusion that had been her mind as of late. She recalled him being irritatingly kind and patient - a smidge too self-important at times, but a good egg nevertheless.

The recollection of Gale made her think of Tana, her closest friend. A pang of worry gripped her. Did Tana know where she was? Was she searching for her? Yuri's hand instinctively moved to where she usually kept her sending stone—it was a gift from the gnome. She had given it to her shortly before Highharvestide in the first year of their friendship, explaining that it would allow for communication between the two of them, regardless of physical distance, should they ever find themselves apart.

She smiled, remembering her friend’s attempts to elucidate the magical intricacies of the object as Yuri had turned the stone over in her hand. Tana, with her enthusiasm for the arcane, had always struggled to convey her knowledge in a manner that was easily understood. The Drow had often found herself nodding along, pretending to understand, while the complexities of magic danced over her head like elusive fireflies.

The smile that had touched her lips grew wistful as she remembered Tana's animated gestures and the genuine joy in her eyes when sharing her knowledge, her interests. Despite the gaps in her understanding, Yuri had always appreciated Tana's attempts to include her in that world, even if it remained largely incomprehensible to her.

Now, lying in this unfamiliar room, the woman desperately wished that she could remember more about the sending stone and the specifics of how it worked. Would Tana's messages still come through, even without Yuri being in physical contact with the stone or would her words simply be silenced? It was a question that lingered in her mind, serving as the smallest beacon of hope - if she could get her hands on that stone, perhaps she would be rid of this insufferable parasite sooner than she thought.

Morning light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow over Yuri as she moved through a series of punches and defensive maneuvers. Her limbs felt incredibly heavy, but she was determined to undo the damage that numerous days of extremely limited mobility had taken on her. She would struggle through this discomfort if it meant reclaiming the strength that had been stolen from her.

As her fists sliced through the air, a sudden interruption startled her. A frigid hand caught her fist mid-air, and she turned her gaze to find Astarion standing beside her, seeming to have materialized out of nowhere. He regarded her with a bemused expression, his eyes dancing with a mixture of mirth and curiosity.

"Sparing with ghosts, are we?" Astarion inquired lowly, his voice carrying a note of laughter.

Yuri, recovering from the initial surprise, replied honestly, "Not quite. It's been a while since I could move around properly is all."

Astarion nodded. "Rebuilding your strength, then? How commendable."

Yuri couldn't help but smirk. "Well, it would be in rather poor judgment to allow oneself to grow too soft when there are creatures with a penchant for biting lurking about, wouldn’t it?"

"Fair enough,” He replied, “I’m pleased to see that you are doing well - I’ll admit, I took quite a bit more from you than I had intended the other night."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you've come to pay me a visit? To ensure that I am still alive and well? Must be, lest my fears be coming into fruition. Surely, you’re not starting to fancy me, your majesty? What with these private meetings, I’m beginning to worry."

Astarion scoffed, a sound that pierced the air with a hint of charm and danger. "Fancy you? Perish the thought, my dear. I’ve yet to make up my mind about you. A vision though you may be, you have proven to be awfully stubborn and incessantly mouthy. But I did want to check in. What kind of host would I be if I didn't ensure that my guest is being taken care of?"

"Probably the kind that drags their guests in by force, I suppose, rather than relying on their wits."

The pale elf sucked his teeth. "Ah, there it is. That is precisely what I’m talking about. You really ought to work on your manners, Yuri. Insolence is so very unbecoming of a lady."

"Apologies if my mannerisms don't meet your standards, sir. I am but another of the smallfolk, after all. Courtly etiquette was not particularly a concern of mine growing up,” She jeered.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression difficult to read. "Clearly,” He drawled as his eyes swept over her body, “Educate me, then, if you will. What manner of things do the peasantry concern themselves with, aside from holding out their filthy hands as they wait for some poor sod to take pity on them?”

Her jaw clenched. Arrogant piece of shit. He reeked of nepotism.

“Surviving, mostly,” She countered, doing her best to dull the edge that threatened to expose her rage.

“Ah, I see,” He acknowledged with a patronizing grin, “How very fortunate you are then, to have landed yourself here with me. It’s not often that someone of your stock gets the opportunity to rise so far above their station.”

“Mm, indeed,” She replied through gritted teeth, “But as you’ve said, sir…I am but a guest in your home. Meaning that this is merely an extended visit, yes? I’ll return home to my hovel before long, I’m sure.”

“And where is that, precisely? This…hovel of yours? Do you have family there, eagerly awaiting your return?”

Yuri paused, contemplating exactly how much information she should give this man. As little as she could get away with, surely, but she had to give him something to satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps she could bend the truth a bit - she had the gnawing suspicion that he would somehow know if she tried to feed him outright lies, but she was not about to bare her soul to this monster, either. Above all, he could not know about Tana and Lyra. It mattered not if she escaped this place if she had no one to return to.

“I grew up in Calimshan,” She answered, locking her eyes to his, “But I left the desert long ago. Made a home for myself near Neverwinter. I’ve no family to speak of - I haven’t any recollection of my mother and my father was a lazy, bitter old bastard who cared more for drink than he did his own flesh and blood. His body gave out not long after I left, so I’ve heard.”

Astarion nodded softly, his eyes searching hers as if he knew that she was not being entirely truthful with him. He was silent for a moment. An unsettling tension hung in the air between them, causing a knot to form in the pit of the Drow’s belly. She had given him as much honesty as she could without revealing her true home or the friends that surely waited there for her.

“That is quite a journey, traveling from the Calim Desert all the way up to Neverwinter. Surely, you must have made some friends along the way? Not many could traverse that distance entirely on their own.”

She offered him little more than a shrug.

“I had some help along the way, yes. No one that I ever became close enough to call a friend, however,” She replied, “What about you? Do you have family and friends roaming about the Coast somewhere?”

The corner of his full lips curled into a half-smile.

“Aren’t you just a curious little thing? Regrettably, I think that we’ve had quite enough queries for now, pet. I’ve much work to do,” He said, raising a hand to brush a stray piece of her hair from her face.

“Mm, true. You were so incredibly forthcoming with me just now, it would only be fair that I return the favor in kind. Perhaps this evening, after the issues of the day have been put to rest, I will give you precisely the answers you are owed.”

“But you’ve given me no answers,” She countered.

With those parting words, Astarion gently took her hand in his, raising it to his lips and pressing a cold, chaste kiss to her knuckles before vanishing into a swirl of black mist, leaving Yuri alone with nothing but a deep sense of dread to keep her company.

Astarion reclined in his faintly lit office, a single oil lamp perched upon a bookcase casting the only light in the room. Dressed in satin pajamas the color of obsidian, he shifted slightly atop the tufted-velvet sofa that cradled him as he elegantly draped one leg over the other. His sharp, feline eyes gleamed with a certain predatory intelligence as he idly turned a small, smooth stone between his long, pale fingers. The stone, a seemingly inconspicuous artifact, bore the weight of his newest pet's sins.

Since the day that he had brought the under-elf into his home, Astarion had listened to the hushed voice of a young girl emanating from the enchanted stone. Every morning, shortly after dawn, he’d hear the child’s voice call out in search of Yuri. The girl seemed worried, her voice carrying an undertone of desperation. Yet, she demonstrated a clear misunderstanding of the limitations of the magical artifact. Her ramblings, branching off into absurd reflections, amused and annoyed the man in equal measure.

As he contemplated the object in his hand, the soft sound of footsteps outside his door alerted him to an approaching presence. Swiftly tucking the stone into his pocket, he looked towards the door. The group of spawn he had summoned into the chamber swiftly parted to allow their Master an unobstructed view of the newcomer. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a groggy and confused Yuri, her eyes still clouded with remnants of sleep.

The hour was late, and Astarion's work had detained him longer than expected. Famished after his endeavors, he had made a detour to the lower city, satisfying his vampiric hunger while simultaneously ridding the streets of one more beggar—a win-win, in his twisted perspective.

Yuri, led into the room by another of his obedient spawn, blinked in the dim light, gradually adjusting to the surroundings. Astarion's gaze, intense and appraising, met hers. The tension in the room hung palpably as she found herself standing before the Sovereign in not but her night dress and with no semblance of an idea as to what he could possibly want from her at such an hour.

As her eyes danced across the room, a sudden fear gripped her, the realization that the walls were practically lined with figures— all of whom bore glowing red eyes. The silent presence of his obedient subjects added a bone-chilling layer of tension, their gazes fixed on her like spectral sentinels.

Astarion, nonchalant and composed, beckoned her forward. Yuri hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on the unnerving congregation of crimson-eyed onlookers, but ultimately, she complied. She took a seat in the chair across from him, her gaze returning to the Sovereign, who leaned forward with a calculated air.

Resting his elbows against the top of his legs, Astarion folded his hands neatly in front of him. His voice, smooth and unhurried, cut through the stillness. "Do you know why I've called upon you this evening, darling?"

A mixture of uncertainty and trepidation crossed her expression before she responded, "Not particularly, sir. I know that you had promised earlier that you would share some information about yourself with me, as I have with you, but I must admit, it does seem like a strange time for such discussions."

“Indeed, I’ve not summoned you here to regale you with stories of my youth, “Astarion acknowledged, "I’ve brought you here this evening, because there are certain rules that one must adhere to while under my charge, and they must be followed without exception."

"First, thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures - this one clearly does not pertain to you at present, but it must be known all the same. Second, thou shalt obey me in all things. Third, thou shalt not wander far from me unless directed. Fourth, thou shalt know that thou art mine. And fifth, thou shalt speak to me true and without omission."

With a deliberate cadence, he recited his commandments:

Maintaining a stoic demeanor as she acknowledged Astarion's commandments, she nodded softly in agreement.

As the words hung in the air, Astarion's gaze bore into hers, the weight of his authority and the expectations placed upon her becoming palpable. The thralls, impassive and watchful, added an eerie backdrop to their Master’s little sermon.

“That all sounds reasonable, I suppose,” She replied quietly, balling her hands into loose fists in her lap.

A pleased grin spread across his lips, his eyes gleaming with the sick satisfaction of a beast that had cornered its prey.

“I am nothing if not reasonable, my dear. Now…that being said, is there anything that you would like to tell me?”

Yuri studied his face for a moment.

“Not really,” She answered flatly.

Astarion tsked disapprovingly. "Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. That is the wrong answer, I’m afraid," he scolded with a small pout, “See, I vividly remember asking if you had any loved ones waiting for you and you, my disobedient little pet…well, you lied to me.”

The last few words left his mouth as a low growl.

She hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she ought to double down or admit that she hadn’t been entirely truthful. The desire to protect her loved ones outweighed her desire to spare herself, however, and she let out a long, even breath.

“Did I? What is it, exactly, that you think you know about me?”

The pale elf’s vermillion eyes grew dark as they narrowed at the woman before him.

“You’ve a family in Waterdeep. You operate a tavern called the Trollskull, and you live on the floors above,” He stated matter-of-factly.

Yuri’s mouth went dry as the familiar spike of adrenaline rampaged through her body.

“How do you know that?” She inquired, a small tremor to her voice.

"A little mouse told me," Astarion remarked, a wry smile playing on his lips.

The woman’s face betrayed her, trepidation flashing in her eyes as she recognized the nickname that Lyra had gone by since childhood. He’d attuned to her sending stone. Of course he had.

“Perhaps I ought to send one of my children to fetch her for us. Would you like that, little one?” He purred, though his voice dripped with malice.

“No,” Yuri snapped, perhaps a bit too quickly, “Mouse is a child. An irksome, chatty little brat I’ve given use of one of my free rooms to. Our bond is not so deep that she would actually come searching for me and while I may not be particularly missed, she would be. She hails from a family that has strong ties throughout the city. It would be a senseless risk, sending one of your own to obtain an ambitionless child whose concern for me extends only as far as words uttered into stone.”

Astarion hummed softly, seeming to accept her explanation.

"Very well…I will put the matter to rest for now, but the issue still remains: You lied to me, darling. And for that, there must be some manner of punishment."

With a beckoning gesture, Astarion leaned back into the soft fabric of the sofa, bidding Yuri to come to him. The atmosphere in the room grew thick with the unspoken implications of his command, the hunger in his eyes serving as a silent promise of the depraved retribution he was about to unleash upon her…

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Arval Sephiran Yuri Edelgard Nel Felix Jakob Kent Grima Ayra Veyle Lyn Diamant Sothe

TEAM TAG: #AOzayin2024 LOCATION: Lilium DURATION: First part Jan 8 - Jan 12 (noon), Second part Jan 12 - 14 (midnight)

You don't know when exactly you fell asleep, or how long you slept. All you know is that at some point you opened your eyes again and the sun was just rising over the eastern walls. And the walls were whole. And there was not the acrid stench of smoke in your nose, or the tang of blood in your mouth. You had dreamt of this place - of a Lilium before its destruction - and now it has been made real before you. You look around, realizing that you're standing in the middle of the street. A shopkeeper unlocking her door for the day stops when she notices you, then smiles and waves.

"Morning!" she calls. You absently wave back. The keys jingle until she opens the door and enters to start the day. The scene does not loop like it had when you dreamt of this place. The door remains open behind her and you can see her figure bustling around in the shadows within.

Where are you? You remember the question, and you remember your answer. Home. The past. A place to protect. A place you'll never have again.

You wander aimlessly for a little while. You had arrived here in the middle of a tragedy and your hands had been put to use immediately, but now there is no emergency. No destruction. Nothing to do.

Eventually, you come across a gathering in the square. By now the sun has risen to its midpoint and the city is alive. A man dressed in beautiful silk robes of pristine white stands on a podium in the middle of the crowd. His hair, which is also white, is brushed back from his youthful face, but when he speaks, he does so with the eloquence of age. A device in his hand amplifies his voice as he addresses the crowd:

"My promise to you is that war will not come to this land. This monument will drive away the beast; it will not even be able to look upon Lilium, in fact!"

The crowd murmurs with tentative interest.

"I have seen the destruction on the frontlines with my own eyes. ██████ aims to drive us to extinction, to destroy everything that we have built with our own hands, all because we refuse to bow our heads to the stars! We have tried diplomacy. We have tried compromise, but the beast cannot be moved to feel our pain. It continues to send armies to set fire to our homes, to kill our livestock in the dead of night, and to sabotage the "sinful" culminations of knowledge that have allowed us to defend ourselves so far. That foul creature has even tempted our own to join its brainwashed masses, and tragically they cannot see how they are mere fodder in its pursuit of total annhilation!"

The crowd grows more fervent.

"Our people deserve reprieve, in whatever form we can give it. Do you not agree?"

The crowd cheers.

"Then, my friends of the beautiful city of Lilium, allow me to set up my invention within your walls. Allow me to be your safeguard so that your energy may be better spent on your friends and family. If the beast turns its eyes upon this magnificent idyll, I promise you that they will be seared out of its hideous head!"

A rousing speech. By the end of the day, the Upright Man, as you have come to call him in your consciousness, has been allowed shelter within Lilium. In the morning, work begins.

WHAT YOU KNOW

You've found yourself in a city called Lilium. You remember it being under siege and nearly destroyed when you arrived, but now it's in one piece and the people here seem happy and whole, albeit anxious about the war.

The majority of the population seems to be women, children, and the elderly. The able-bodied have been sent to the frontlines to defend against ██████.

To Arval, Yuri, Sothe, and Kent, the enemy is some powerful, greedy figure unafraid of crushing others who have no means to fight back. They may have a name in mind. They may not. But their hearts are tugged just the same. To Ayra, this figure is an emperor leading an army bent on conquest. They want the nepenthe from the caves outside of Lilium for their own use. To Diamant, Veyle, and Nel, the army consists of friends and loved ones killed and then reanimated to serve a lord they never would in life. For Jakob, he knows his parents are among the traitors. For Felix, it's a former friend. To Edelgard, the enemy army is puppeted by a church. To Sephiran, it's led by politicians. For Lyn, however, they are simply bandits that will not stop until they have razed every town, village, and city in their way. Grima sees the face of god.

You have met the following NPCs: Celephais, 67 - a successful toymaker and inventor; their shop is any child's dream Keranes, 74 - a war veteran, retired due to injury in the last conflict with ██████; married to Celephais Electra, 21 - a bright and gentle soul, fond of fantasy; a new mother, her husband has gone to war Arke, 2 - Electra's daughter, hardly understands the world she lives in Tyro, 133 - one of the village elders, long-retired from his job as a miner; often cynical, believes ██████ is after the nepenthe in the caves near the city Zenobia, 36 - an engineer; called to war along with the rest of the men and able-bodied of Lilium, but was discharged when she became pregnant. her child has since died and she rarely has words for anyone Minos, 8 - Celephais and Keranes' son, doesn't understand why everyone can't be friends

Kent and Sephiran know the location of an abandoned manor with a painted pole nearby. This house seems to have been left mostly untouched by whoever used to live there.

The city is separated into four blocks. Block A, situated toward the southwest, is a residential area with small shops and boutiques. Celephais' toy shop is located here. Block B, in the southeast, is a factory district and the location of the Upright Man's temporary workshop. Block C, in the northwest, is the location of the infirmary. Lastly Block D, in the northeast, is a residential area where most of the elderly live.

WHAT TO DO

Note: When you choose a task for your character, they will not be able to leave the block until the end of the week.

BLOCK A (Risk: None)

Patrol beyond the walls (max: 3 people per thread) — Ever since the war began, the people of Lilium have believed that the conflict will eventually reach them — For every post, roll D5. If 1, enemies encountered. All else, nothing out of the ordinary. 　　　･　When enemies are encountered, roll D3. 1 is ██████'s followers, 2 & 3 is common highwaymen 　　　･　Each participant in the thread will then roll another D3. Ping Mod Ree for your enemies 　　　･　Proceed with traditional combat. The thread is completed once one side has lost all HP or runs away

Gather energy blocks (max: 2 people per thread) — Celephais has requested your help removing the magical energy stored in the toys they've made. They will be given to the Upright Man to fuel his "monument." Unfortunately, the machine you will be using wasn't designed to extract energy and often breaks down. — Roll D4 per post. — If 1, the machine breaks down. Roll another D4 to determine cause: 　　　･　Overheating. Roll D10 to attempt to cool it with water or ice magic. Rolling 6 or higher is success. Each full rank the character has in Reason adds +1 to the roll. 　　　･　Extraction error. The entire energy block has to be scrapped, and the toy is broken. Start over. 　　　･　Jammed machinery. Roll D10 to attempt to fix the parts. Rolling 6 or higher is success. Each point of Dexterity in the character's inventory adds +1 to the roll. — Gather 1 energy block every 3 successful posts (unless machine breaks down due to extraction error, then start over).

BLOCK B (Risk: None)

Repair automaton (max: 2 people per thread) — Under Zenobia's guidance, you help repair massive automatons in the factory district. These metal monsters can help with more difficult tasks, like lifting heavy objects, erecting buildings, and, with the right equipment, defending the city — One character will hammer out a piece of iron, the other character will weld them to the machine 　　　･　To hammer, roll 3D10 per post to determine score. The higher the better. Each full Axe rank grants +1 to each roll. 　　　･　To weld, roll D10 per post to determine score. The higher the better. If hammer score is 14 or lower, subtract 1 from weld roll. If hammer score is 8 or lower, subtract 2 from weld roll. — The machine is repaired upon reaching a score of 80. — Number of Scrap Metal gathered in Week 1 adds +1 per scrap to starting score. You may also destroy Iron, Steel, and Silver weapons for additional Scrap Metal. Iron = +1. Steel = +2. Silver = +5

Search warehouse for supplies (max: 2 people per thread) — Move and open boxes to gather materials. The Upright Man needs Spare Parts and Energy Blocks. Everything else will be yours to keep. — Roll D6 per post. Each full Heavy Armor rank grants an additional +1 to the roll 　　　･　if 1, box cannot be moved without help from your partner. Your turn makes no progress, and your partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to help. If partner has Backup, grants one reroll. 　　　･　if 2, you drop the box. Roll D10, where 6 or higher will allow you to evade. Every point of speed currently equipped on the character grants +1 to this roll. Failing to evade inflicts -2HP (subtract -1 for every point of defense currently equipped) on character instead, and partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to save them instead. 　　　･　if 3, 4, 5, or 6, you have a lead. Your partner must roll 3 or higher to add to your roll. Once the combined total equals 10, you have successfully found something. 　　　･　When you find something, roll D10 to determine what it is. Be sure to carefully log what you find and the amount, because it may be useful to you later. Items can be used immediately by the person who found them, or saved for next week. 　　　･　1. Scrap metal 　　　･　2. Iron Weapon (randomize: Sword, Lance, Axe, Bow, Gauntlets) 　　　･　3. Energy Block (x1) 　　　･　4. Spare parts (x1) 　　　･　5. Whetstone (x1) or Spare parts (x3) (randomize) 　　　･　6. Steel Weapon (randomize: Sword, Lance, Axe, Bow, Gauntlets) 　　　･　7. Scrap metal (x3) 　　　･　8. Medicine (x3) 　　　･　9. Energy Block (x3) 　　　･　10. Whetstone (x1) or Scrap metal (x3) (randomize)

Refine nepenthe (max: 2 people per thread) — Refined nepenthe is needed to power the Upright Man's creation. The ores mined from the caves around the city must be hammered down into a near-liquid state using a special machine. — One person controls the lever that raises and lowers the hammer. The other person must quickly flip and turn the ore inside the machine without getting struck. Once the ore is at the right consistency, it will automatically drain out of the machine through a grate in the bottom. 　　　･　To raise and lower the hammer, roll D10. The lower the better. Every point of Dexterity subtracts 1 from the roll. 　　　･　To turn the ore, roll D10. Every point of Speed adds 1 to the roll. If the roll is higher than the hammer's roll, then successfully turn the ore without being struck. Whenever the character is struck, they lose 0.5HP. — Score will be calculated at the end based on the pairs of posts where the second muse is not struck.

Test energy blocks (max: 2 people per thread) — To ensure that the energy is sufficient for the Upright Man's "monument," each block must be tested or else risk damaging it. To do so, place an energy block in a special machine, adjust the magnetic plate, and watch the 5 lights on the console change color. — For every post, roll 5D6. Every Reason rank that your muse has grants them one reroll opportunity. If you have reroll opportunities, select the numbers you wish to keep and then reroll the rest. For example, if you roll 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, and choose to keep both 2s, you'll reroll 3 dice instead of 5. —Possible combinations: 　　　･　No combos: you can't figure out if the energy block is a dud or not… maybe no one will notice 　　　･　3 of a kind: you're decently sure that the energy block is fine, but there's a 50% chance that it's a dud 　　　･　4 of a kind: you're pretty sure that the energy block is fine, but there's a 25% chance that it's a dud 　　　･　5 of a kind: you're 100% certain the energy block is fine. You can pass it without worry — Keep track of the combos you get for each post. Score will be determined at the end

BLOCK C (Risk: None)

Volunteer at the infirmary (max: 2 people per thread, at least one must have healing spell) — Consume staff uses to heal the injured in the infirmary. Roll as if healing during combat, affected by character's equipped stats. — Remember that your staves have durability, and you may not be able to recover their uses

Prepare meals (max: 3 people per thread, only one thread allowed for this task) — The infirmary hosts the largest kitchen in Lilium, with the greatest access to ingredients and resources. Cook for the Upright Man and his crew to bolster morale — Posts do not require rolls. Every post counts as 1 meal

BLOCK D (Risk: None)

There is nothing for you to do here

IMPORTANT NOTES

This event will be mostly driven by players unless otherwise stated. You will have tasks to complete throughout the week, the results of which may hurt or harm you in the long run. Every decision you make will impact you in one way or other, so choose wisely.

Content of a thread should NOT be limited to the requirements of a task. For example, if you choose to move rubble, you are not limited to writing your character moving rubble. Post counts and rolls are here as a way to score your progress, but that's all they should be used for. Focus on building relationships with your teammates. A post will still count for moving rubble even if you never mention rubble in your post.

We encourage thread replies to be short and quick, but still interesting for you and your teammates. While we won't be disqualifying anyone for taking longer than a day or so to reply, Mod Ree will be making sure that all threads are moving at a regular pace. Players who stall their threads will be skipped without their input.

IC failure will still progress the narrative, so use every action or outcome to build your character's immersion in the plot.

Team Zayin's team document is linked here. Please use it to take notes, log task outcomes, and keep up with threads.

If you have any questions or need more information, ping Mod Ree.

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YOI Fic Recs (Part 2)

Look through part 1 here!

Unsinkable (29k): Victor is a wealthy heir with a lonely soul. Yuuri is a poor dancer with a tender heart. The deck of the Titanic might be a very romantic place to meet your one true love, but it's not exactly a fortuitous one. [Titanic AU]

all the wrong turns (48k): After his disastrous Grand Prix Final, Katsuki Yuuri decides to try to be the first skater to land a quad axel in competition. It’s a secret from everyone, except the mysterious text correspondent who appeared in his phone contacts as “Poodle” following the Sochi GPF.

when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes pleasure (19k): Yuuri felt his body grow cold at the name; he had known a Mr. Nikiforov, once upon a time.

Five years after the implosion of their acquaintance, Mr. Viktor Nikiforov returns to —shire society, bringing in tow a young cousin. Mr. Katsuki must navigate these once-familiar waters without giving further offense, all while keeping his own heart firmly protected. [A Persuasion AU]

Love in Exile (99k): Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. As a man sentenced to katorga he will never return to European Russia or his life on the stage. Known as the "Edge of the World," his life on Sakhalin could not be further from the life he once knew. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island. Katsuki Yuuri leads a life of exile of a different kind, one that is largely self-imposed. Drawn to each other, despite their differences, something slowly begins to grow between them. When a narrowly avoided tragedy leaves them stranded together for a long, cold Sakhalin winter, they are challenged to face what their relationship really means, and what future it could possibly have.

Smooth Runs the Waters (3k): Inspector Yuuri Katsuki comes to Hillsborough Hall to investigate a murder most foul and its two primary suspects: newly widowed Victor Nikiforov and his younger brother Yuri Plisetsky.

The Other Side of Sunset (325k): 1874, Wyoming Territory: Yuuri Katsuki Taylor has got his future planned…mostly. Learn how to manage his adoptive parents’ ranch, and inherit it when he’s older. Get married and have kids (someday – not now). And most of all, carry on riding his horse with Phichit and the other ranch hands on the open range and in the mountains. But when he meets Victor Nikiforov, the striking and talented new master horseman at the neighboring ranch – and is treated to a show of his Cossack-style trick riding – his world will never be the same again…

A tale of love, loss, grief, redemption, and second (and third) chances, set in the Old West. [Cowboys AU]

Like a River to the Sea (41k): Gifts from the gods can come in strange wrappings. They can also be mixed blessings, as Victor will discover in time.Living alone on the island of Fleves, near Athens, the last thing Victor expects as he combs the beach one morning is a peculiar treasure that appears seemingly from nowhere in the shape of a handsome young dark-haired man... [Greek mythology AU]

pick lilacs for the passing time (68k): A spark flares up inside him, the vestige of some part of himself he thought long buried now resurfacing to—what, haunt him? And then he realizes. I want to dance with him, Yuuri thinks.

In which the outlandish prodigy Victor Nikiforov hits Yuuri’s life like a whirlwind after he transfers to a prestigious ballet conservatory in Moscow, two grumpy teenagers learn to be friends, and Mila’s Straight Girl CrushTM might not be so straight after all.

for better, for worse (18k): Yakov quirks an eyebrow. “Vitya, we are not having some grand ceremony."

“It doesn’t have to be grand! But the registration office? Signing some papers? Where is the romance in that?”

or: The Trials and Tribulations of Viktor Nikiforov, Six-Time World Champion and Wedding Planner Extraordinaire.

in the woods somewhere (32k): One evening in late autumn, Yuuri goes out to collect firewood. He returns with a man instead. (Viktor, Yuuri, and the end of isolation.)

The Death of Koschei the Deathless (39k): They tell tale of heroes, of men that slay monsters, and defy fate itself. Yuuri Katsuki is no hero. He's just a failed wizard trying to keep his shop afloat. This is the story of how Yuuri Katsuki fell in love with Viktor Nikiforov, and in doing so conquered death.

For the Record (10k): FOR THE RECORD by Viktor Nikiforov

What it takes to craft an Olympic Champion, and what it takes to be one.

Or: Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece.

Happiness Writes White (37k): Yuuri falls asleep after his first day in St. Petersburg and wakes up in a strange hospital room. To his dismay, the last year of skating has all been a dream simulation designed to wake him from a long coma. Viktor Nikiforov is, in fact, not a figure skater at all, but the creator of the program, and this real world Viktor is nothing like the one he knows.

and you knew what it was (he is in love) (204k): Here's what's normal for Katsuki Yuuri: playing Quidditch, practicing spells, keeping to himself.

Here's what's not normal for Katsuki Yuuri: transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his fourth year and getting to know his idol, International Quidditch Star Viktor Nikiforov.

But maybe there's a reason they say love is the greatest magic of all. [Harry Potter AU]

All Our Yesterdays (1M): York, England, 2120: Yuuri Katsuki is a dime-a-dozen techie, spending his days doing routine repairs at the university. He hangs out with his friend Phichit, goes for a drink, watches holograms. It’s an existence – but is it a life?

Crowood Castle, Yorkshire, 1392: As the son of a baron, Sir Victor Nikiforov makes judgements where lives hang in the balance. As a knight, he must sometimes end them. It’s what he was born to do – but what of the heavy burden on his soul? Death is all too commonplace, while life and love remain elusive.

When a brilliant scientist goes rogue, journeying to the Middle Ages with the world’s first time machine, Yuuri is stunned to be called on as the last hope of preventing her from changing history. After an abrupt departure, he lands at Crowood Castle disguised as an enemy of the Nikiforovs, Sir Justin le Savage – and will need to act the part if he is to survive. It’s a tall order for someone who can barely tell the back end of a horse from the front. But if Ailis, in her own disguise, discovers who he is, his mission will end in a blaze of laser-gun fire. He must not give his real identity away, even to the beguiling knight he’s falling in love with…

#yuri on ice #yoi #victuuri #victuri #anime #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #katsuki yuri #viktor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #sports anime #fics #fic recs #yoi fanfic #fanfiction #.txt

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yukeri · 3 years

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[YURI&Co. Headquarters]

THIS PIECE CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND ARGUING - Starring: Hong Yumin, CEO Na Deokhyun - Synopsis: Yumin, feeling as if she has nothing left to lose, makes one last attempt to save her career. - Year: 2019 - Length: 1,867 w.

Yumin stood in the elevator nervously wringing her white linen top. Just go in and make your demands. Don’t take no for an answer.

A chime signaled she’d reached her destination, and the following robotic voice confirmed it. She could feel the temperature drop as she stepped out of the elevator and into the frozen tundra that is the CEO’s floor. But it didn’t discourage her; it’s no secret that the CEO is very sensitive to warmth and keeps his office floor cool. It also serves as a cheap ploy to subconsciously intimidate any industry adversaries coming to meet with him and make them more susceptible to his coercion, but it won’t work on her. Hong Yumin was on a mission that she had been psyching herself up for over the past several days. Nothing could destroy her resolve.

She strolled up to his secretary. “Hi, Jeongho,” she said as sweetly as she could without cringing, “Is the CEO busy?”

He glanced at the man's schedule; “Uh, not right now,” he said hesitantly, “But he has a meeting in 10 minutes.”

This is your chance.

“Sorry, do you have an appointment? I don’t see one--”

“That’s all the time I need,” Yumin said, strutting right past Jeongho and approaching the CEO’s office. She could hear the secretary’s stuttering protests as she reached the door. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and entered the breach.

I did it, she thought as she closed the door behind her. Yumin slowly turned around. She had only seen the eggshell walls and cement flooring of the CEO’s office on two occasions: the day she signed her contract with Tastemaker and about a week ago when TM Girls was disbanded. Such a rush of emotions came over her that she almost forgot why she had committed this career-threatening faux pas in the first place. Flustered, she swallowed her feelings and greeted the CEO politely: “Good afternoon, CEO.”

“Yumin-ah...good afternoon,” the CEO replied curiously, looking up from his thick-rimmed glasses. He glanced at his iPad confirming what he already knew, “According to my schedule, you don’t have an appointment with me.” Yumin stood visibly trembling as he looked her up and down. “So either my secretary just lost his job, or you’ve lost your mind,” he said with a dry chuckle.

Then he stared at her with that look, his eyes fixed upon her and his eyebrows raised. The look was not openly nefarious as he is the CEO and must keep the appearance of approachability even behind closed doors, but to anyone who knew him that look was just as effective as a gorgon's stare.

Just like that, Yumin froze. She felt all that hard-earned conviction drain from her body and immediately realized the grave mistake she had made. Stop freaking out! You got this, Yumin’s inner motivation coach called out trying to preserve the last ounces of confidence she had left. You’re already here; you might as well speak! She opened her mouth, not particularly sure as to whether coherent words or her breakfast would come out, “Yes-- I mean, no. I don’t have a-- er, an appointment.” Alright, looks like we’re getting somewhere. She started regaining her confidence and spoke again with a voice significantly less shaky; “But please, if I could have a moment of your time--”

Suddenly, Yumin heard the subtle tones of the CEO’s phone. She looked down at the cellphone on his desk, then back at him as he pressed the tip of his AirPod. “Hello,” he answered, “Oh, Kyungsoo-ya! How’s filming going?”

Then it hit her: all the emotions she'd swallowed. The years of anxiety facing the possibility that she might never debut; the anger from the relentless hiatuses she had no choice but to endure; the devastation when she was told for the second time that the group she cherished more than anything in the world was no more. They were all festering inside her and had amalgamated into a feeling she rarely experienced: pure rage.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Yumin thought. The CEO jerked his head up to look at her with an expression of plain shock. Oh, wait...no, she said that. To the CEO.

Before he could utter another word, Yumin’s hand had snatched the phone off his desk and ended the call with whoever was on the line. She clutched the CEO’s phone in her hand as he stared at her in disbelief. Yumin didn’t back down; she stared right back.

“Okay, I’m listening,” he said flatly, breaking the silence.

Yumin took another deep breath and finally spoke her mind, “The only reason I signed a contract with this company was because you guaranteed that I would debut within 6-8 months. That was over two years ago; I--”

The CEO groaned and rolled his eyes as he reclined in his chair, his folded hands on his chest and his eyes fixed on her. Sorry, am I boring you?! I can’t believe this smug bastard...

His phone began to vibrate in her hand, but she swiftly declined the call. “I-- I am tired,” she said in a tone louder than what she had intended. “I’m tired of getting calls from my grandparents asking me to come back home because I have no future here; I’m tired of training trainees half my age that debut before I do; I’m tired of being the oldest trainee I know that isn’t anywhere near a debut; and I’m tired of putting my faith in old men who so easily crush the dreams of young, hardworking trainees because they’ve never had to experience this disappointment in their life.”

The CEO glared at her with his eyebrows furrowed, clearly offended. She decided it would be better to switch up her argument: “Look, when I left JYP...I was devastated. I worked so hard and all I got in return was a cancelled debut. Looking back, I can see that if I had debuted then I would’ve left the group almost immediately. I wasn’t ready; I would’ve been torn to shreds for my lack of ability. But I am a thousand times better than I was all those years ago because of Tastemaker. I was an alright rapper when I got here; now I’m the rap instructor. I can out-rap any trainee under this label, male or female. I was a good dancer before, and now I can out-dance our choreographer-- her words, not mine.”

The CEO chuckled lightly at her claim before she continued, “I have leadership quality, an attractive personality, and great visuals...but what good is having those attributes if no one sees them?” The CEO nodded thoughtfully.

Now we’re here, she thought, the hardest part. She took one final deep breath and gave her ultimatum, “I’ll always be thankful to you...and to Tastemaker for making me better...but if you don’t plan on debuting me, then...then just let me go. This way, we can stop wasting each other’s time.”

There. Yumin had said her piece and now it was time to listen.

The CEO cleared his throat and began to speak: “Wow…how dare you speak to me this way?! You have absolutely no idea why I make the decisions I make, and I will not be told what to do by some little bitch who thinks she’s talented because she can rhyme two words together.” Yumin was speechless; she could see what could’ve been a successful career flashing before her eyes...now it’s all gone. She felt her heart sink as tears welled up in her eyes. “Give me my phone!” He snarled at her, snatching his phone from her extended hands; “By the time I’m done calling every agency and talent scout in my address book, you won’t be able to open a fucking YouTube channel! You’ll have to go back to your grandparents’ and become a turnip farmer, shoveling shit to make a living.” He pulled her contract from his drawer, “You want me to ‘let you go’? So be it.” He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and set it ablaze. Yumin could only watch and cry as her dreams literally went up in smoke. The CEO threw the remnants of her contract in the garbage, “Now get the fuck out of my office,” he hissed, “You’re done.”

But no, he did not say that. In fact, he did not say anything. The CEO simply glared at her without a word and all Yumin could do was glare back. Say something, dammit! She thought. Yell, scream, something.

After what seemed like hours of deafening silence, he finally spoke, “Wow...that was impressive,” he stated flatly while opening his iPad. “Tell me, Yumin, do you remember Moon Yuri?” She was still reeling from the thought of what could’ve happened, but responded, “Uh...yes. Wasn’t he involved in THE FUN FACTORY?”

“Correct,” the CEO replied while checking some emails and notifications, “That call that you declined a few minutes ago? That was him. ” He gestured towards the phone that was still in her hand; she’d almost forgotten she had taken it. “Moon has made a request to establish his own label within the company. I just needed him to confirm some last-minute details.”

Yumin clearly didn’t understand, so the CEO attempted to clarify as he reviewed some charts and graphs, “Yuri is planning to debut a new girl group next year and he’s looking for 6-7 girls to be in it. Tastemaker isn’t planning on debuting any other groups as of right now, so any Tastemaker trainee may audition for him. Whoever is accepted will have their contract transferred to his label. No hassle.” Yumin finally realized what he was saying.

“But-- when is the audition?” “That was one of the details he needed to confirm. I’d say about a month or two?” “And...I can audition?” “I recommended you personally,” he said, making eye contact with her for a moment before taking out a pen and flipping through some important-looking documents. “I was in the middle of drafting a memo with all the details.”

Yumin stared into space, feeling like a complete idiot. If I had just waited a little longer...

“Um, may I have my phone back?” the CEO asked politely, but sternly, “I do have some important calls to make.” Yumin snapped out of her trance and hurriedly rested the CEO’s iPhone on his desk. The CEO continued to split his attention between the graphs on his iPad, the documents on his desk, and now the iPhone which was connecting to no doubt some other big name in the industry.

Yumin didn't know what to say. “CEO...I’m--” The CEO started chatting with someone on the other line. She averted her gaze as she pondered what to do next, eventually deciding to leave. She turned and walked towards the door. “Oh, Yumin-ah,” he innocently called out just as she was about to exit the room. She turned back to him, “Yes, sir?”

“Don’t pull this shit again,” he calmly ordered, “Because next time you won’t be so lucky.”

Slightly unnerved, Yumin nodded in agreement and exited the CEO’s office with another chance. Fourth time’s the charm, I hope.

#aesxocnet #deluxeocnet #kpop oc #kpop idol oc #kpop oc group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #lovemonth.💚💚💚#lovemonth.read #lovemonth.past

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pleaseshutupaboutsatou · 3 years

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Before and After Ajin Volume 1

Part One

Since Tsuina Miura’s Tenkuu Shinpan is getting an anime now, I can’t help but think of the contributions they made to Ajin initially and what could have been. I believe they left the story to Sakurai after volume 1 as the chapter titles begin to change and the first chapter of Vol 2 is called ‘A Fresh Start’. I also notice a shift in how the characters act and are portrayed from that chapter onwards.

Also, note volume 1′s credits.

Just Sakurai from Vol 2, onward.

Out of curiosity, I re-read volume 1 and tried to look at the characters and events as Tsuina Miura might have intended, keeping in mind other works of them I’ve read such as the horror oneshot, Yumeoi and part of the long-running series, Tenkuu Shinpan.

Yumeoi is a suuuper short horror oneshot in which the protagonist dreams of a slender-man-like guy who kills people he knows and when they die in the dream, they die for real.

Tenkuu Shinpan is kinda hard to describe but here’s a synopsis:

High-school girl Yuri suddenly finds herself on the rooftop of a high-rise building. She's trapped in a bizarre world surrounded by skyscrapers, where a masked man cracked open a man's head with an axe before her eyes. Finding a way to survive this bizarre world, find her beloved brother, and escape becomes her top priority, but she is beset by danger not just from the mysterious Masks, which possess both inhuman strength and cruelty, but other survivors turned cruel or desparate by the insanity of the high-rise world.

For funsies, I took some screenshots and did some minor analysis. I can’t pretend this will be without bias because I love Ajin but I definitely want to avoid jumping to the conclusion that the story would not be as good if Tsuina Miura had stayed. One can only guess tbh. Anyway, take this with a grain of salt.

I have a document with this stuff but it’s too much to stuff in one post so I’ll split it into parts. SPOILERS AHEAD.

I will also be referring to Tsuina Miura as TM sometimes.

This post has three parts:

Eriko and Kei

Kei’s Mom

Satou

Right away, I think what all these stories have in common with Ajin is the horror element and a protagonist who tends to have a sibling that plays a part in the story.

Before Volume 2: Eriko and Kei

In Tsuina Miura’s other manga and especially Tenkuu Shinpan, the relationship between siblings is heavily emphasized. Yumeoi touches upon it a little but it’s there. I wonder if they planned on making this relationship more important to the story?

Kei is quite actively protective of Eriko in these flashbacks.

After:

I think Sakurai toyed with the idea of having Kei’s care for the wellbeing of his sister be totally insincere

But in the end I think he just made it more natural and realistic.

Before V2: Kei’s Mom

Like many anime/manga parents, she’s kinda there if she has to exist and doesn’t even have a face or a name. I wonder if TM specifically asked Sakurai to not show her face. Perhaps there were plans for her too or maybe they wanted to emphasize the emotional distance between Kei and his mom. It’s not a very important relationship in volume 1.

After:

Kei’s mom has a name now, Ritsu, and she used to be a doctor. She’s pretty smart and the scene between her and Tosaki was her playing a bit because she seems to find the government’s handling of Ajin suspicious.

Before V2: Satou

Okay, so this one is fun and I’m surprised at the possible implications of what Satou could’ve been because it’s hard to see him in any other way besides how Sakurai wrote him.

This is Satou’s first ‘appearance’ I believe. He appears to be genuinely concerned with what’s happening to Tanaka. Perhaps, this Satou actually would’ve cared about Ajin rights???

Also he might have been intended to be middle-aged if he says stuff like this. Also, perhaps he was supposed to be cool and charismatic? Like a Bond villain?

After:

You know...

The Transition to After:

In the first chapter of Volume 2, Satou’s actions become more clear.

I wonder if manga readers read this as sincere back in the day. I feel like the anime makes it more clear that Satou’s tricking Kei.

Satou starts to joke around a lot more after Vol 1. He and Tanaka have a playful back and forth.

The real reason for all this theater:

That’s all I have to add for now. I want to get into Kai, Tanaka, Izumi and more later but this is already so long.

#ajin #spoilers #'analysis'#lmao #i barely proofread im sorry

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Saints&Reading: Fri., May 1st, 2020

Prophet Jeremiah

The Holy Prophet Jeremiah, one of the four great Old Testament prophets, was son of the priest Helkiah from the city of Anathoth near Jerusalem, and he lived 600 years before the Birth of Christ, under the Israelite king Josiah and four of his successors. He was called to prophetic service at the age of fifteen, when the Lord revealed to him that even before his birth the Lord had chosen him to be a prophet. Jeremiah refused, citing his youth and lack of skill at speaking, but the Lord promised to be always with him and to watch over him.

He touched the mouth of the chosen one and said, “Behold, I have put My words into your mouth. Behold, I have appointed you this day over nations and kingdoms, to root out and to pull down, to destroy and to rebuild, and to plant” (Jer. 1:9-10). From that time Jeremiah prophesied for twenty-three years, denouncing the Jews for abandoning the true God and worshipping idols, predicting sorrows and devastating wars. He stood by the gates of the city, and at the entrance to the Temple, everywhere where the people gathered, and he exhorted them with imprecations and often with tears. The people, however, mocked and abused him, and they even tried to kill him.

Depicting for the Jews their impending enslavement to the king of Babylon, Jeremiah first placed on his own neck a wooden, and then an iron yoke, and thus he went about among the people. Enraged at the dire predictions of the prophet, the Jewish elders threw the Prophet Jeremiah into a pit filled with horrid, slimy creatures, where he almost died. Through the intercession of the God-fearing royal official Habdemelek, the prophet was pulled out of the pit, but he did not cease his prophecies, and for this he was carted off to prison. Under the Jewish king Zedekiah his prophecy was fulfilled...keep reading OCA

Queen Tamar (Tamara of Georgia)

In 1166 a daughter, Tamar, was born to King George III (1155-1184) and Queen Burdukhan of Georgia. The king proclaimed that he would share the throne with his daughter from the day she turned twelve years of age.

The royal court unanimously vowed its allegiance and service to Tamar, and father and daughter ruled the country together for five years. After King George’s death in 1184, the nobility recognized the young Tamar as the sole ruler of all Georgia. Queen Tamar was enthroned as ruler of all Georgia at the age of eighteen. She is called “King” in the Georgian language because her father had no male heir and so she ruled as a monarch and not as a consort.

At the beginning of her reign, Tamar convened a Church council and addressed the clergy with wisdom and humility: “Judge according to righteousness, affirming good and condemning evil,” she advised. “Begin with me--if I sin I should be censured, for the royal crown is sent down from above as a sign of divine service. Allow neither the wealth of the nobles nor the poverty of the masses to hinder your work. You by word and I by deed, you by preaching and I by the law, you by upbringing and I by education will care for those souls whom God has entrusted to us, and together we will abide by the law of God, in order to escape eternal condemnation.... You as priests and I as ruler, you as stewards of good and I as the watchman of that good.”

The Church and the royal court chose a suitor for Tamar: Yuri, the son of Prince Andrei Bogoliubsky of Vladimir-Suzdal (in Georgia Yuri was known as “George the Russian”). The handsome George Rusi was a valiant soldier, and under his command the Georgians returned victorious from many battles. His marriage to Tamar, however, exposed many of the coarser sides of his character. He was often drunk and inclined toward immoral deeds. In the end, Tamar’s court sent him away from Georgia to Constantinople, armed with a generous recompense. Many Middle Eastern rulers were drawn to Queen Tamar’s beauty and desired to marry her, but she rejected them all. Finally at the insistence of her court, she agreed to wed a second time to ensure the preservation of the dynasty. This time, however, she asked her aunt and nurse Rusudan (the sister of King George III) to find her a suitor. The man she chose, Davit-Soslan Bagrationi, was the son of the Ossetian ruler and a descendant of King George I (1014-1027)...keep reading OCA

Acts 1:1-11 NKJV

Prologue

1 The former account I made, O Theophilus, of all that Jesus began both to do and teach, 2 until the day in which [a]He was taken up, after He through the Holy Spirit had given commandments to the apostles whom He had chosen, 3 to whom He also presented Himself alive after His suffering by many [b]infallible proofs, being seen by them during forty days and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God.

The Holy Spirit Promised

4 And being assembled together with them, He commanded them not to depart from Jerusalem, but to wait for the Promise of the Father, “which,” He said, “you have heard from Me; 5 for John truly baptized with water, but you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit not many days from now.” 6 Therefore, when they had come together, they asked Him, saying, “Lord, will You at this time restore the kingdom to Israel?” 7 And He said to them, “It is not for you to know times or seasons which the Father has put in His own authority. 8 But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be [c]witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”

Jesus Ascends to Heaven

9 Now when He had spoken these things, while they watched, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight. 10 And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as He went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel, 11 who also said, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, who was taken up from you into heaven, will so come in like manner as you saw Him go into heaven.”

Footnotes:

Acts 1:2 He ascended into heaven.

Acts 1:3 unmistakable

Acts 1:8 NU My witnesses

John 5:30-6:2 NKJV

30 I can of Myself do nothing. As I hear, I judge; and My judgment is righteous, because I do not seek My own will but the will of the Father who sent Me.

6:2

2 Then a great multitude followed Him, because they saw His signs which He performed on those who were diseased.[a]

Footnotes:

John 6:2 sick

Source Biblegateway

#orthodoxy #spirituality #firstchristian #ancientchristianity #gospel #apostles #mysticalchristianity

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imnobodyuknow · 4 years

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We’ve now come upon our final destination: the library. In this very room, a most frightful tale once took place. We now recommend that those with weak constitutions leave the room.

All right, just joking. It’s not that frightful. ; )

So, while the Yuri in this headcanon doesn’t have it in her to go insane like she did in the game, there’s one thing that might drive her close to it: the hassles of parenting.

Unlike Sayori and Haruki, Yuri and her husband Fumio decided to have only one child -- a boy whom they named Toshiaki, who grows up to be as handsome as his father and as smart as his mother. While he’s loved deeply by both of them, his mischievous behavior often gets him in trouble.

Like many young children, Toshiaki isn’t too fond of staying in his room at night, and sometimes tries to sneak out while his parents aren’t watching. As he continues to get caught and sent back to bed, he keeps looking for new ways to deceive them. On one such occasion, he steals his father’s soft slippers before bedtime, thinking he’ll be able to use them to soften his steps and creep past his mother undetected while she’s reading.

He...is mistaken.

It was a clever idea and a valiant effort, but he only managed to make it halfway across the room before being heard and receiving his mother’s evil eye. A harsh fate, to be sure, but I think we can all agree that he brought it on himself. X )

This picture might have taken a bit less time to complete if I hadn’t added so many details, but they paid off, in my opinion. The room, fireplace, and furniture are based on a picture I found in a Google search...

...the painting in the top-left corner came from a previous drawing of mine...

...the one in the top-right corner is based on a promotional picture for the DLC level in Celeste:

...and the books on the shelf whose fronts are visible are based on covers from Black Beauty and Pride and Prejudice.

As for Toshiaki, his hairstyle is basically the same as that of the blonde-haired man at Yuri and Fumio’s anniversary ball. I figured his parents would want him to have a classy look from a young age, much like Richie Rich. I also decided to have him develop an interest in astronomy, hence the stars and planet on his PJs.

Then there’s...well...this.

If you were brave enough to play through the game, you might remember this disarming face from Act 2.

Thankfully, no one will end up dying this time around, but poor Toshiaki won’t soon forget this moment. Heck, he might still remember it when he reaches middle age. : /

One interesting thing that happened by accident was the position of the fireplace directly behind Yuri’s head, which could be viewed as a symbol of her burning rage after seeing her son outside his room for the 500th time. X )

And before I forget, the idea for this drawing’s concept came from one of the greatest sources of artistic comedy I and many others know: good old Calvin and Hobbes.

Listen to your parents, kids.

#doki doki literature club #yuri #toshiaki #celeste #madeline #calvin and hobbes #calvin #hobbes #pencil art #colored pencil art #it's even better if you imagine the sound effect from the metal gear series

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destinationtoast · 5 years

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Hi! I'm doing a project/paper on fandom and identity; is there a way to see the top ships on AO3 in terms of fics published, or in terms of total hits for the ships (if the latter is possible)?

Hey! There’s no quick way to get the top ships. I’ve written some scripts that help find the top fandoms overall, and then gather the numbers from the Sort & Filter sidebar for most popular characters, ships, etc. (but some of them are currently broken, so I can’t quickly run them for you). There’s no quick way to get total hits for ships; some other folks like @fffinnagain have written scripts to scrape all the information for every work, and that’s the only way to do it – it’s very time consuming. You could much more quickly get the median number of hits for a given ship, or look at how many hits the most popular works for that ship get (I can give further explanation if needed).

I can help a bit by giving you the current list of AO3 fandom tags with over 10K works, and then you can find the top ships for as many of those fandoms as you want to over at fandomstats.org. (Note that there’s a bunch of overlap/redundancy among some of these.) Good luck!

FANDOM TAG: NUMBER OF WORKS

Marvel: 296655

Marvel Cinematic Universe: 265875

Real Person Fiction: 214342

K-pop: 203359

Supernatural: 201857

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling: 197418

The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom: 139613

DCU: 136969

The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types: 136616

Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms: 120126

The Avengers (Marvel Movies): 115670

Sherlock (TV): 109940

Teen Wolf (TV): 100890

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS: 86932

Star Wars - All Media Types: 85911

Captain America - All Media Types: 75526

Captain America (Movies): 67727

Doctor Who & Related Fandoms: 66509

Video Blogging RPF: 66089

Voltron: Legendary Defender: 64076

TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms: 59702

Dragon Age - All Media Types: 59357

Actor RPF: 58099

Star Trek: 57488

Original Work: 56160

One Direction (Band): 56118

Doctor Who: 52650

Dragon Age (Video Games): 52642

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia: 51479

Haikyuu!!: 50965

MS Paint Adventures: 47605

Homestuck: 47481

Bandom: 45812

Stargate - All Media Types: 45301

Music RPF: 45297

Once Upon a Time (TV): 42377

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy: 40175

Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan: 39467

Naruto: 39058

Thor (Movies): 38985

Sports RPF: 38856

Rock Music RPF: 38321

Final Fantasy: 37120

A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms: 36827

DCU (Comics): 36503

Batman - All Media Types: 35416

Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms: 35185

Doctor Who (2005): 33721

Glee: 33376

Merlin (TV): 32770

Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime): 32760

Dragon Age: Inquisition: 31409

Hetalia: Axis Powers: 30888

Disney - All Media Types: 30364

Overwatch (Video Game): 30357

The Hobbit - All Media Types: 30300

Marvel (Comics): 29789

Transformers - All Media Types: 28749

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin: 28662

The 100 (TV): 28308

X-Men - All Media Types: 28291

Game of Thrones (TV): 28237

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV): 28103

Iron Man (Movies): 27978

The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types: 27577

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies): 27039

EXO (Band): 26813

Undertale (Video Game): 26609

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV): 25172

Stargate Atlantis: 25124

Marvel 616: 25104

Spider-Man - All Media Types: 23382

X-Men (Movieverse): 23049

Shadowhunters (TV): 22143

Supergirl (TV 2015): 21806

The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types: 21741

Stargate SG-1: 21466

The Flash - All Media Types: 21226

Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types: 20661

The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms: 20604

Hannibal (TV): 20108

Mass Effect - All Media Types: 20070

Final Fantasy XV: 19961

The Flash (TV 2014): 19894

Les Misérables - All Media Types: 19079

Miraculous Ladybug: 19038

Arrow (TV 2012): 18941

Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko’s Basketball: 18912

The Walking Dead (TV): 17929

Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types: 17909

Supernatural RPF: 17865

Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types: 17685

Fire Emblem Series: 17374

Mass Effect Trilogy: 17021

The Hobbit (Jackson Movies): 16571

Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types: 16569

Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF): 16533

Hamilton - Miranda: 16391

Batman (Comics): 16166

Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF: 16005

Free!: 15963

Criminal Minds (US TV): 15851

RIORDAN Rick - Works: 15762

Star Wars: Rise of Empire Era - All Media Types: 15309

The X-Files: 15009

Torchwood: 14668

Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types: 14656

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies): 14651

My Chemical Romance: 14567

NCT (Band): 14554

Superman - All Media Types: 14473

Gravity Falls: 14404

Transformers Generation One: 14360

Hawaii Five-0 (2010): 14280

One Piece: 14226

Shin Megami Tensei Series: 14054

Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types: 14026

The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien: 13688

NCIS: 13659

RWBY: 13563

Dragon Age II: 13425

Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types: 13388

SEVENTEEN (Band): 13180

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game): 12955

Jpop: 12896

Persona Series: 12800

Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan: 12740

Steven Universe (Cartoon): 12411

Men’s Football RPF: 12175

Bleach: 12122

Johnny’s Entertainment: 12109

ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: 11973

Professional Wrestling: 11808

due South: 11563

Dungeons & Dragons - All Media Types: 11482

The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms: 11429

Fallout (Video Games): 11244

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017): 11186

The Sentinel (TV): 11186

Shameless (US): 11172

Kingdom Hearts: 11164

The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien: 11102

Young Justice - All Media Types: 10797

Men’s Hockey RPF: 10752

Archie Comics & Related Fandoms: 10682

The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare: 10638

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies): 10372

World Wrestling Entertainment: 10240

James Bond - All Media Types: 10200

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: 10098

Fairy Tail: 10088

Hunger Games Series - All Media Types: 10023

#asks #toastystats #toasty replies #ao3 #ships #shipping #soigneetcharmant

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callmessam-blog · 6 years

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And Then

Summary: An event reconnects a figure skater and a music artist who shared a history unknown to many. Will this pave way for them to rekindle their story that ended unexpectedly or will this be the chance for them to finally conclude it?

A/n: Inspired by the song Yuri on ICE of the same anime. A secret wish of mine is that you look up ‘Yuri on Ice’ music (the song on the last performance of the protagonist, Yuri) and listen to it while reading this, because this is how I wrote this scenario. I have written this scenario last year and I couldn’t post it—not knowing how to finish this, but now I did. I hope you’ll like it.

For Jay, it was just a cold, wide platform of thick ice until your sole presence filled it.

The side of the rink was teeming with people of all ages, thrilled in anticipation for the performance that was about to begin, and Jay was among them, seated on the edge of his seat and heart hammering against his chest as his eyes were trained upon the only person in the center of everyone’s attention. Everyone was watching the twenty-six year old girl from the moment she passed through a gate at the wall of the rink until she stood in the middle, hands delicately crossed over her chest.

She was clad in a white dress, glimmering under the beam of spotlight fixed on her. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, a river of braided hair around her head, and the lids of her eyes gleamed, smeared with dusts of white and silver glitters. To many, she appeared ethereal, like she was a star that was taken from the evening sky above her.

But for Jay, he knew in himself, no one else felt captivated by you as much as he was.

The music began playing, an intricate weave of tones searing into the silence of everyone pausing their breath. You fluttered your arms away from your body and pushed yourself into the depths of the rink, in time with the sharp tempo of the piano. Not one person existed in the same plane with you at this moment. You were focused; gaze following where your fingertips went like an invisible string, only you could see, connected each other.

Jay could feel his heart thumping heavily against his chest. It ran faster as you did your first jump, breaking the wall of air and fighting against the pull of gravity. He did not need to be a conversant in this sport for him to know that the height and your spins were note-worthy. Even how perfect you landed on the white canvass beneath your blades.

You flourished your hands, spinning air like thread around your arms, around your body. You raced only with the one who played the music, and then like the commentator projected, you jumped again. And again. More cheers from the crowd.

With his friends beside him, shouting and cheering as well, Jay instinctively smiled. He was full of pride. Until his mind was flooded with blurry images of the past while you roamed the ice rink, curving your body effortlessly close to the floor.

Then you slowed down, closed your eyes, and as if you had let go everything but yourself lost in the music, you pulled everyone closer to the edge. Drunk with anticipation for what’s about to happen, their eyes widened so they could see clearer each and every of your movements.

Jay knew. The pace slowed down so it could build up and you could tear everyone apart. You were beautiful. You had become so much more. For the first time in two years of not seeing you so close to him, he did.

A piece of you was taken, thrown into depths of everything you had lost. Its absence carved out a cavity inside you, until Jay came into your life and filled it.

Your hands clutched the hem of your dress as you watched silently performance up on the stage. It took place several after yours on the rink. Although your coach said nothing, you were aware of him stealing glances at you.

There were more feminine voices in the cheers coming from the audience. Jay’s voice boomed through the speakers and many chanted along with him. Unlike your performance, the audience could follow his for they knew his song.

Seeing him again, your mind raced with the events of the past. How you two met on a Sunday, just before dusk took over. A light snow had begun falling as the street lamps came into life, glowing dimly while a part of the sun was still visible in the sky. The streets would soon be covered in heaps of white flecks.

You were walking down the steps of the building where you spent half of your day with your ballet teacher, refining your movements for your program. He was on his way into the building, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. Both of you were engrossed in your own thoughts that you had not seen each other until your bodies collided.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

You could not believe this man who caused you to fall on your bottom. Instead of apologizing first, he chose to curse.

He must have seen the disappointed look on your face for his face contorted with panic and he rushed into apologizing. He extended his hand to help you get off the ground. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

Somewhere, sometime in the past you had glimpsed his face. You wondered where you had seen him, but upon getting on your feet and feeling how every muscle in your body ached from the hours of practice, you shut your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay. I’m also at fault for not looking,” you said, cutting him off.

When he said nothing, you looked at him. He was staring at you, his lips curled faintly.

“Is there something on my face?” You inquired.

“Nothing. You just... you look familiar,” he said, scratching the side of his left cheek, shy all of a sudden. “I’m Jay,” he said and reached out his hand to you.

You told him your name. His eyes flashed—reflection of how he racked his brain for why he could have already seen you. “Well, I have to go. Good bye... Jay,” you said, clutching the strap of your bag while your other hand waved at him.

He nodded and decided to continue to his route. But something—the hands of fate or whatever it was—prompted him to turn his head to look at your back disappearing into the crowd.

It was your first good bye. You don’t know if it was a foreshadowing for the part of your lives meant to be shared together, that you would also be the one who would say these words again. And this time when you did, he no longer turned around to see you.

Still, while it lasted, it was a blissful ride that forever changed you.

The event was a tribute for the athletes in the country. After the performances, the artists, athletes and other VIPs went to the hotel adjacent to the venue for a dinner prepared for them. Everyone changed into their formal clothes; men in their neat tuxedos or suits and women in their fine evening dresses.

The hall was several meters tall and wide and adorned with over a dozen of round tables, each with quaint flowers held inside a clear vase. A red carpet, where everyone walked in, was laid from the main entrance of the hall. There’s a music playing through the speakers, its volume moderate enough to allow conversations to flow smoothly between people.

From where Jay was sitting, he could see you in your own table. You were with your peers and other athletes. Each one tried to avoid talking about their competitions and anything related to the sport they played, but when the center of their lives were about it, it proved difficult.

You leaned to the girl on your left and said something. As you stood up, your head turned to someone who talked to you. You smiled at him and nodded, and then you left.

Jay felt his heart skip another beat upon seeing once more how your dark blue long gown hugged your body. When you walked inside earlier, an arm linked with your coach, he had seen you from the side. The claps and murmurs were tell-tale signs of how you captured everyone again.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he told Hyukwoo before he left his seat and wounded his path towards you. To those who smiled at him, he offered kind smiles, and to those whom he was certain demanded for a longer chat, he pretended not to hear.

He stopped when he was a foot distance behind you. Your name passed his lips, a string of alphabets he hadn’t said for a very long time. It was clumsy, but it was pure.

He saw your back muscles tense for a couple of seconds before you turned around, the mere action appearing before him like a clichéd slow motion scene in a film. Your eyes were wide with shock, lips partly open as you stammered into saying his name. He had forgotten when was the last time he heard you speak his name before him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, smiling as he glanced down at his leather shoes. When he lifted his eyes to meet yours, he was welcomed by that familiar look on your face. Your eyes were bright with curiosity that he adored so, so much. Age might have matured your features, but you had grown more beautiful than he had ever seen you.

You tilted your head to the side, and he realized that you were waiting for him. He was so lost in finding his way to you that he had forgotten what he would actually say once you’re standing in front of him. Wasn’t it you who left him? Who chose her dream over than him? Why was he even here and finding a reason to talk to you?

But of course he knew. He loved you and he knew how important your dream was to you and to the people who supported you. Your dream was bigger than him, and he knows that, but he had forgiven you. He’d tell you over and over and over again that he had forgiven you, so you just have to come back.

“I-I just wanted to congratulate you,” he said, extending out his hand for a handshake.

You seemed taken aback, blinking swiftly as you stared at his hand. But once you regained composure, you took his hand. “Thank you, Jay,” you said, too softly.

Others wouldn’t have heard you, but he did. Perhaps it’s because he used to just observe how your lips formed to say his name and relish the feeling of your attention only fixed at him. He wondered then if you felt it, too.

If you remembered how you two met.

“I should congratulate you as well. Everyone enjoyed your performance. This... this is your dream and you made it,” you said, fingers curled around the stem of your wine glass.

A waiter passed by and offered Jay a drink from his tray.

At the back of your mind, you’ve always wondered if Jay realized, or if he ever knew at all, that your love for him was bigger than anything you’ve ever known. And it scared you, because you had not known this feeling until you were falling down its infinite well.

You were seven when you realized that becoming a figure skater was what you wanted for yourself. Your parents brought you to watch a competition that took place near your town, and seated close to the walls separating you from the rink, the ice was almost within your reach. It was so beautiful, despite the scars left by the blades of the contestants. It remained pure and unbending. From that time until that fateful day your path intertwined with Jay’s, the ice was the only thing you wanted.

Jay, he found you. When you were at that point in your life—just when you were close enough to the edge of the top—where you had to take a step back because a part of you had gone adrift. He stumbled into your life and he made you feel alive more than anything else. He embraced your scarcity with his warmth, and he made you feel things you named after his name.

What you lost you didn’t recover. Instead, you found something much more valuable. Your love for him pushed you to be better, to perfect your steps and spins and jumps for him. It was his effect on you, stronger than anything else and bigger than the world you used to live in before him.

You’ve never asked anything as hard as you did when you prayed to the heavens to give him to you forever. They, however, decided to make you choose. The man you loved or your dream.

So you made your choice. You chose him. But it wasn’t that simple, for you were chosen to be the representative for the grandest figure skating competition of the year. So many people put their faith on you—a fragile, greedy person who only wanted to be with the man she loved.

Let him go, they said. And you did.

But now you’re seeing him again. He’s in front of you and his hand reaching for yours, just like the first time you met. The feelings you have suppressed for so long filled every inch of you until you could take no more and they scattered into a million pieces as your skin made contact.

You knew as your thoughts pooled and your heart pounded until it ached that all of you have, once again, been captivated by him.

“I guess that calls for a toast for both of us?” Jay asked, lifting his glass.

Carefully, you glimpsed at the people around you. No one seemed to pay attention to the odd couple of a figure skater and a music artist who was about to share a toast. But it’s alright. You had given two years to them. Maybe now you could be happy, even if it’s short-lived.

You tipped your glass towards his and gave him a smile that you offered to no one else. “Of course. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

As the liquid flooded the cavern of your mouth, you felt your nerves calm down. For a moment your attention shifted on the bitter taste on your taste buds. You glanced over at Jay, his eyes closed while he savoured the familiar taste, and found yourself staring at the curves and corners of his face. He was as youthful as he was two years ago.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jay asked all of a sudden as he opened his eyes.

“Like what?”

“Like you missed me.”

“I—,” you gulped, giving yourself a second or two to think for an answer.

Jay chuckled softly. “I’m just kidding. You should relax. Sometimes you can be so hard on yourself. You’re making everyone nervous.”

“I do?”

Jay laughed.

“See, I made you laugh.”

“You always do.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not.”

You pursed your lips and averted your eyes.

Jay breathed out. “The last thing I will do to you is make fun of you. Remember what I used to tell you?”

“To be myself,” you said.

“That’s it,” he said, nodding weakly.

You couldn’t help but be drawn to how the lights swarmed in his eyes. He was a magnet in human form and you were the polar attracted to him. From the corner of your eyes you could glimpse his friends watching the both of you not so discreetly.

“I think your friends are talking about us,” you said.

Jay glanced at them briefly and then chuckled. “Let them be.”

“Do they know?”

“No.”

“Thank you, Jay. Really.”

Jay didn’t want it to end.

He wanted to be with you more, to spend the rest of the night with nobody else but you. He didn’t want to hear those words coming out of your lips like you were saying your farewell.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He bravely asked.

“O-out of here?” You asked, surprised at his suggestion. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere. I know you and that you’re not as delighted to be here like what you want others to think. We can go anywhere you want.”

“I—” you glanced around, “I can’t just leave.”

“I’ll bring you wherever you want to be right now.”

Hesitant, you caught your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Jay knew he had gotten you. Oh he had so many things he wanted to do with you before and all of them came rushing into his memory.

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

It surprised him when you held out your hand to him, but it didn’t take him long to take hold of it and pull you away from where the two of you stood. “Stay close,” he whispered, and you nodded.

His heart raced faster and faster until he could hear it louder than the music playing throughout the hall. He made sure that your hands were obscured from the eyes of everyone else and your feelings kept to your own.

And then the both of you were out.

You squirmed out of his hand, and though he was disenchanted by the space left in his palm, he understood your concern. Anyone could see the two of you holding hands and it might spark an unnecessary article that would give birth to more.

As you two walked side by side and rode the elevator down to the parking lot, neither of you spoke to one another. He opened the door of his car, letting you in first before he did and settled behind the steering wheel.

You cupped his hands with both of yours like a delicate treasure and surprised him with a soft kiss on the back of his thumb. You never thought you could feel this again—that you would ever get to hold his hand once more and treat it like it belonged to you for an infinite span of time.

“Jay,” you called him out softly and let go of his hands. He turned his head to you then. “I’m sorry.”

He started the engine and nodded. “I know you are and I forgive you,” he said as he drove out to the evening, the sky a deep shade of black speckled with millions of tiny silvery dots that reminded him of your costume earlier. He didn’t know what this rendezvous meant for the two of you, but boldly reaching for your hand across the divide of your seats, he knew he just wanted to be with you.

/END

#khh scenarios #aomg scenarios #jay park scenarios #jay park #park jaebom #aomg #aomg fanfiction #fanfictions

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Youtuber AU Masterlist

The Bells And The Beats - nuclearchinchilla

Summary: In which Leo and Guang-Hong become famous YouTubers, Yuuri and Viktor get married, and large nets are somewhat involved in all this.

Birds of A Feather - nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri is a 20-year-old dance student at an arts college. He dreams of one day gracing the world stage with his unique dance style. However, he usually holds himself up in his room watching Youtube videos of his favorite dancer, Viktor Nikiforov. When Yuuri gets the opportunity of a lifetime he's not sure how to respond. Follow Yuuri on his journey towards becoming a more confident dancer and winning Viktor's heart.

Break Me Down, Down, Down - legolifesaver

Summary: Yuri refused to let anyone call his videos “pointless”. He spent too much of his time on them and he wasn’t about to let some asshole question him.orYuri runs a fashion channel, Otabek makes covers, and they both meet in the middle.

Changing Seasons - Soigne

Summary: Seasons come and go, mostly in the same fashion of obsessions and numerous phases. Nearly all of the greater bit of the population go through these small trifles and continue on with life without a second thought- but not Victor Nikiforov. He has an undying interest in a smaller YouTuber by the name of Katsuki Yuuri, and what makes it even worse, is the fact that he has no idea whatsoever as to why. He doesn't even want anyone to find out about his seeming obsession, and still, he's still watching his YouTube videos at four in the morning when he can't sleep. Better yet- he can't stop watching the younger male's videos with great integrity and character being discovered within himself. Viktor can't find himself becoming bored with whatever is drawing him to the other YouTuber, and he's even becoming concerned for his own mentality at the same time. Of course, there's no real harm, as he would never be able to meet the YouTuber in real life- that is, until he stumbles upon him at PlayList Live, and fangirls like a complete imbecile in front of thousands of his subscribers.Also, the fic in which all of the characters are absolute dorks, and Viktor is too gay and sassy to function.

Collab With Me? - SindarDragonRider

Summary: After Phichit posts a video of Yuuri watching Viktor Nikiforov's latest video, one thing leads to another and suddenly Viktor's flying to Detroit to do a collaboration with Yuuri.Viktor, of course, is excited to get to know and befriend the beautiful vlogger he saw online and quickly became infatuated with. Yuuri's freaking out because THE Viktor Nikiforov - one of the most successful YouTubers in the world - is talking to him and he has no idea what he's doing (of course, he's secretly just as excited as Viktor himself)aka the YouTube AU where Yuuri's a cinnamon roll and Viktor loves him for it

Cook Cook Fall in Love - Blackbeyond

Summary: Victor Nikiforov is the most decorated chef in the world.Yuuri is a YouTuber who happens to cook his recipes.There's only so much Victor can resist when there's a cute, Japanese boy complimenting him and correcting him and saying he'd be an amazing teacher.What else is he supposed to do but teach him?

Go for Tech - HopeCloudsObservation

Summary: Yuuri and friends(?) volunteer as staff at a convention. Yuuri tries his best to keep himself together, but that hasn’t exactly gone well for him before. It’s one thing being manager; managing this department in particular is another challenge entirely.“I’m not sure how I survive it every year to be completely honest.”

Haute - Watermelonsmellinfellon

Summary: Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn't care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor's attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.Has Victor always been so extra?

Hello World! - nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is pushed into creating a YouTube channel by his best friend and roommate, Phichit. Through his channel Yuuri is able to gain a following and the attention of one of his favorite YouTubers.

helpless - Barricadesatfleetstreet

Summary: The 'they are small Youtubers who just happened to find eachother online' au absolutely no one asked for.

How to save a life - obtainjh

Summary: Music AU in which Yuuri is a somewhat known musician who due to family issues had to leave music and focus in his studies but never quite left music and started a YouTube channel that got even more popular the moment Viktor Nikiforov, a reknown musician, watched one of Yuuri's renditions of his songs.

How Would You Feel - aypreal

Summary: “I have a feeling that Mr Evil Hamster’s main goal was for me to announce my status quo to the world in guise of having to play an acoustic love song. Anyway, let’s get this over with. This one’s for you baby.”

I love you, my dear - indianchai

Summary: Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Victor feels compelled to go to Lilith's first show of his world tour (even though he's never met him) and on the flight there, he sits next to this guy named Yuuri, completely oblivious to the fact that Yuuri is his idol, Lilith.

ILYSB - aypreal

Summary: The excuse was; the last available flight from Kazakhstan to Moscow was three days before the main show, the 2017 Spring Fashion Week, the next flight was a day after the closing of the season. Someone must have played a joke and somehow misrouted all the planes for the Kazakhstan-Moscow route. Then of course, given that it was crowded for the Moscow Fashion week, all hotels were booked and Yuri was one of the higher staffs under Viktor that doesn’t have any partners nor family members staying with him. So as courtesy for the imported DJ, Yuri was tasked to host the man who will bring the music to Viktor’s schemes. Otabek Altin.

Intertwined - FutabaYoshioka

Summary: Phichit is a YouTuber and Yuuri has been harbouring a crush on Viktor for way too long. After Yuuri's poor performance at the Grand Prix Final and the depression that followed him afterwards, Phichit decides it is time to bring them together.

On New Found Determination - ReccoFanfiction

Summary: A helpful stranger pointed out the high points of Yuuri's performance at the Grand Prix and it causes a changes throughout Yuuri's life and future.

Polyamory 101 - Bassarid

Summary: Based on a prompt by Lorienleylines: "an au where Phichit, Guang Hong, and Leo are all college students, Phichit is a semi-famous youtuber, and he invites Guang Hong and Leo to join him on his channel to answer submitted questions about polyamory. (Established relationship pls)"

Show Some Pinterest! - Goggles_McGee

Summary: After a devastating defeat at a big cooking competition, Yuuri Katsuki is distraught but his friends come up with a way for him to continue cooking without that much pressure. And it's just a great way to have run and share their interests with others. They start a YouTube channel called: Show Some Pinterest!They find pins on Pinterest to try, like recipes, DIY crafts, and workout plans.Yuuri loves it. He loves the comfort of working with his friends, he loves that he still gets to cook. Sure, he's a but upset that he utterly failed at his favorite competition, not to mention, failed in front of his idol chef. But he tries to put that all behind him.But how can he do that when said idol tracks him down in Detroit and wants to coach him so he can redeem himself at the very competition he failed at?

sugary sweet - kevincriesblood

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri works at a coffee shop. Unfortunately, it is a coffee shop that happens to be his idol's favorite. He regularly sees the vlogger he has posters of, which he's not sure if that's good or bad. Yuuri also has a not safe for work blog that he updates, with a rather sweet, odd anon. It's also an issue that he fantasizes that this anon is his idol. He'd never really date a guy like Yuuri, right?

You Have (1) Notification - arzenpai, hosarin

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri wouldn't call himself an internet sensation, no matter how many people followed them for their skating videos and Phichit's prank vines. Despite the number of people who would recognize him and ask for a selfie on the street, his life is plain.On the other hand, Viktor Nikiforov is an internet sensation, but he needs inspiration.He finds it when Mila shows him a video from the channel Shall We Skate.

Yuri and The Science Experiment - ushijimascacti

Summary: Yuri Plisetsky is quick to become addicted to something, whether that “something” be breaking a world record held by his Japanese rival or learning about biology and the scientific world. The young 16 year-old is the secret face of the youtube channel “Как сделать”, or “How to Make”. This channel features a variety of videos from anti-aging potions to the creation of the Homunculus, one of Yuri's greatest achievements (other than earning gold at the Grand Prix Final the year previous). He is very proud of this fascinating discovery and made it by entering a random donor’s sperm into the yolk of an egg. After this step, he covered the egg and left it to incubate for many weeks. Over time, he has created two successful organisms and in this story attempts to make one more. This time, though, he is too impatient and the outcome is a bit… annoying. (P.S. idk russian so pretend he’s talking in russian!!!!!)

#youtuber au #youtuber au masterlist #viktuuri #otayuri #leoji #yuri on ice #yoi #yoi masterlist

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specterpeach · 7 years

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Rules

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.

Tagged by @otayuriistheliteralbest, thank you, dear! :)

Tagging: @penciltrash @aphhun @phaytesworld @machinewithoutfeelings

I only have 7 works posted and they are a multifandom mess collection. I don’t think many people here will be interested, but I’m gonna do this anyway. and sad to say i am unable to force myself to post anything from one fic as it just makes me feel too bad

1. Café Latte - Yuri on Ice

“Uuum, okay...can I get a large iced hazelnut latte with soy milk and two extra shots?”

Yuri Plisetsky desperately tried not to roll his eyes as he started to jot down demands with a sharpie on a plastic cup.

“Also, add a pump of vanilla to that, whip cream, and chocolate drizzle.”

“Got it.” At that point it was technically french vanilla, but whatever. Setting the cup aside, Yuri rang up the order and collected payment.

2. Intimate Instincts - Hannibal

The sharp sound of metal hitting concrete jarred him back to his senses.

His hands were splattered in deep red liquid, cutting slick paths down his forearms as he moved. He was breathing heavily and sitting on the floor of an unfamiliar room, illuminated poorly by light filtering in through grimy windows. Absently, he attempted to wipe his hands clean on his flannel shirt and glanced around nervously. It looked like a mechanic’s garage, if the scattered tools and beat up Oldsmobile and Ford were any indication. It was dirty, cool, and dark. He could not remember how he had gotten to his current location, or where he was for that matter.

(rest is under the cut to save your dash)

3. A Proposition - Star Wars TFA

Construction of the Starkiller Base was nearly complete, and General Hux would only admit under torture that the journey to his goal had been a tremendously stressful ordeal. He wished that he could take full credit for its concept, and while he was considered one of the innovators, the First Order had merely compounded the Old Empire’s research and previously constructed weapons, scheming up something new and grand. The investigation he had helped coordinate into the Old Empire’s records had been fascinating, and he kept much of it in the back of his mind for future use. Their findings on dark energy translations and hyperspace tunneling were brilliant.

Gazing out the window of the base, Hux stared at the frozen landscape beyond. It was ingeniously built around an ice planet deep in the Unknown Regions. He still remembered the first time he had laid eyes upon the desolate, yet somewhat forested expanse of its surface, and thought it was quite perfect. A temporary base had been set up soon after and troops flooded in to start construction. The earlier years had been rough, and many had perished along the way. He generally considered himself a patient man, but the trials and tribulations strung out over time had worn on his nerves.

It was during the time of his highest levels of stress –somewhere roughly in the middle of the Starkiller’s lengthy manufacturing- that Kylo Ren had shown up unannounced and uninvited, though more than likely he had been ordered there. Hux knew who he was, mostly through rumors, and regarded him with immediate disdain. The man had annoyingly breezed into his operation with an unwarranted cocky demeanor, practically oozing privilege. He had wasted no time in proclaiming himself the grandson of the illustrious Darth Vader and strong in the ways of the Dark Side. Whatever did that truly mean, anyways? Hux was entirely unimpressed.

4. Six Feet Under - Star Wars TFA

The reception room bustled with finely dressed mourners attending the wake. Large arrangements of multicolored flowers adorned the casket and spilled abundantly into the surrounding areas. Some people sat on the various seats and couches sipping offered tea from fancy cups with saucers. Most chatted in muted voices adding a din of soft noise to the room.

“You’ve done a nice job,” said the old man, Mr. Davis, of his deceased wife. “She looks peaceful.”

Poe shifted his gaze from the open casket to the man standing beside him. “Well, she is at peace now,” he said.

“If there’s any justice in the universe, she’s shoveling shit in hell,” said Mr. Davis frankly.

Only very mildly shocked, Poe opened his mouth to respond. Muffled sounds of crashing and yelling from above suddenly cut through large room, drawing many eyes upward. He furrowed his brows in concern.

“Excuse me,” he said to Mr. Davis and rushed out of the room.

5. I Can Satisfy You - Star Wars TFA

Hux was a very important man, with very important plans and ambitions. His struggle to the top at such a young age had been fraught with difficulties, but he had met each challenge head-on and with cruel efficiency. He supposed it was only natural that somewhere along the lines of precision that constituted his life, an oddity would crop up. That was fine. He had made peace with his disposition long ago. However, the issue tended to lie more in its consuming nature than the taste itself. Hux did not like to half-ass anything. Not even his kinks.

He was fairly young, attending a budding First Order academy on a distant planet in the Unknown Regions, when he realized he was far more attracted to men than women. It was not a problem. The Imperialism that inspired their Order did not forbid such a thing. After experimenting with a couple young men later on he found the sex to be entertaining but lackluster. He reasoned that maybe he had not yet found an adequate partner. He ultimately decided to abstain for a couple years, thinking he would consider his next target more carefully.

6. From These Wounds - Star Wars TFA

He started having the dream again. It was the same one that had been vexing him for the last year, but only intermittently, almost to the point he could ignore it. Almost. It was always the same, seen in first person perspective, floating in a vast sea, somehow able to breathe the water. He gazed into its endless expanse, observed the dim light filtering through it in shafts only illuminating it to a murky blue. Still areas of it sparkled white and brilliant near the surface though it did not appear to be day, or night for that matter. There was simply no way of telling and he could not surface to find out.

Some sense of intuition lured his eyes downward. There was a colossal bridge, monumental, boundless, too large for life or practicality. Even in his dream state he thought the underwater structure peculiar. It appeared to be an old-fashioned suspension bridge, and as he spied it at a great distance it started to crumble just slightly at one part, particles of whatever it was made of drifting into the darkness below.

“Watch,” whispered a foreign voice near his ear. “It is going to start falling apart.”

He looked on as the crumbling section began to ripple, slowly at first, then more violently, shaking the solid matter easily to pieces and chunks. What he assumed to be stone and metal made little noise as it broke apart and disappeared into the abyss.

“Everything built will fall apart,” said the voice. “It will all fall apart.”

#my writing #writing meme #blood #damn i wrote a lot of tfa fic #didn't get a lot of attention #feel free to ignore this #i'm gonna post it at a crap time for maximum overlook #long post #just in case #there are no patterns here #except my crappy overuse of dream sequences

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rcmclachlan · 7 years

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top 5 times katsuki yuuri seduced the whole world (deliberately or not)

I think I’ve been accidentally pulled into the “5 Things” meme! Please don’t send more, haha. Regular prompts and headcanons are still welcome!

1. After Yuuri wins silver at the GPF and Victor announces his return to competitive skating, they attend the banquet, and apparently the ISU learned nothing from the previous year because it’s open bar. However, unlike last year, Yuuri doesn’t get drunk on 14 flutes of champagne and drag people into a dance-off. Instead, he gets drunk on six Long Island iced teas and gives an incredibly dazed and visibly turned-on Victor a lap dance in the middle of the floor to Nasty Naughty Boy. Someone (Phichit, you traitor) films it and posts it to YouTube, where it blows past 73 million views in a single weekend and trends on Facebook for two entire weeks. Thousands of people all over the world post their own reaction videos in response, the most popular being Minami Kenjirou’s, which is just 14 minutes of him alternating between sobbing hysterically and shoving paper towels up his nose.

2. Yuuri’s in the middle of giving an interview with ABC News after winning gold at the Olympics when a little girl crashes the set and takes it upon herself to plop herself into his lap. The interviewer moves to cut to commercial, but Yuuri tells her that it’s fine. He turns his attention to the girl and compliments her sparkly barrette. Very seriously, the girl thanks him, tells him her name (Malia), age (7 and a half), her teacher’s name (Mr. Gaeney, second grade teacher at P.S. 114) and that she’s going to skate with him at the Olympics someday. To his credit, Yuuri doesn’t laugh; instead, he hugs the girl close and says that he’s looking forward to it. About an hour later, Victor posts a positive pregnancy test to Instagram.

3. A video surfaces of a younger Yuuri and Phichit doing the dance to Bye, Bye, Bye on the ice. The line of Yuuri’s shoulders are soft, not a hint of fear in the way he moves his hips nor a single brushstroke of anxiety in the deep bow of his smile, and he keeps time with Phichit perfectly. It gets retweeted by Lance Bass, who says, @ yurikatsuki nice moves! dm me the next time you’re in la! #hihihi. Victor spends the week trolling Lance with terrible N*Synce photoshoots from the early 2000s and scoring them out of a possible 10. None of them ever make it to a 6.

4. At Worlds 2018, Yuuri debuts a routine that he choreographed himself to Lady Gaga’s Dance in the Dark, which the commentators say is his attempt at a cooler, sexier Yuuri Katsuki. Victor has to be physically restrained from joining Yuuri on the ice, while six people in the audience have to be hospitalized for extreme blood loss. Yuri Plisetsky’s face becomes Tumblr’s new favorite reaction gif.

5. Victor watches from the doorway, thinking of the fey, drunken creature who stole his heart all those years ago, and of the shy boy who wanted so badly to be as good as everyone else thought he was, and marvels at how we pour ourselves into the wide and wondrous spaces that time creates. If someone had told him maybe ten years ago—when he’d believed that perfection could only be found in the thumping bass of nightclubs, in between the thighs of faceless men—that he would be brought to his knees by the sight of his disheveled and sleep-starved husband slowly dancing around a nursery with their infant daughter cradled in his arms, singing softly and off-key, he would have laughed and asked for some of whatever it was that person was on.

But now, himself a much different man than the one he’d been at twenty, at twenty-five, at twenty-seven, he’s smarter. Wiser. Happier. And he’s never seen anything sexier.

#victuuri #viktuuri #yuri on ice #y'all are the best #otp: katsudon ice

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maracate · 7 years

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Fic rec list for @maternalcube

I avoided everything explicit and most of the things that haven’t updated since feb (unless I really liked it) which makes this list about 300% shorter (and also means there are very few soulmate aus, people do not like to finish those)

it’s still long though, so under the cut

Finished:

Unwritten (T)

Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common. 1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance. 2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations. 3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.”

High flying, adored (G)

Being a superhero is hard. It's even harder when you're desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn't help that he's a superhero too--and he's head over heels for your alter-ego.

Enjoy the awkward fumblings of these two erstwhile masked men as they dance the terrifying tango of young love and secret identities.

Starstruck (T)

(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)

Autumn in detroit (M but i think that’s for violence)

In a world where Viktor Nikiforov was forced to retire early due to a leg injury, he sought work instead as a police detective in Detroit. Now a young skater with a poster of him on his bedroom door has gone missing and Viktor knows beyond a doubt it's the work of a man who's been brutally murdering professional dancers for years. It's impossible not to take this case personally. Viktor will find Yuuri Katsuki.

Entwinning fates (T)

Imagine if Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the demise of you-know-who, started accepting foreign students in an effort for greater unity among wizarding communities around the world. Imagine that, in this changing climate of diversity and social acceptance, Hogwarts also decided to host an exchange programme with select students from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for a semester.

Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.

A story of love, magic, and teenagers trying to find themselves.

Dear mama (T)

In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

Like your french girls (T)

in which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram

Unwritten (T)

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

I love you, my dear (T)

Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Victor feels compelled to go to Lilith's first show of his world tour (even though he's never met him) and on the flight there, he sits next to this guy named Yuri, completely oblivious to the fact that Yuri is his idol, Lilith.

or, the one where Yuri/Lilith accidentally says "I love you, my dear" to a man he has never met before.

Unfinished:

The power of love (T)

“The two Japanese singles medalists make a beautiful pair! Here, at the 2009 Tokyo GPF, we have the start of this power couple’s reign!” Yuuko and Yuuri dominate the singles skating competition as Japan’s power couple—except they aren’t a couple, and when their old skating idol stumbles into their personal life, everything rapidly goes downhill.

The ice prince’s rose garden (T)

Light political struggle and mystery all spun up with master/servant Viktuuri.

bear your soul on the ice (M but it’s mostly in passing)

At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan's next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star -- and Yuuri's idol -- Viktor Nikiforov.

Dancing daffodils (M but I think it’s for violence? idk)

A god falls for a man.

Expomise (T)

Expomise: a transformation spell that bonds two objects together. / Yuuri is at Hogwarts. So is everyone else./

Nuclear hearts club (T)

Being seventeen and chronically confused isn't always a walk in the park - especially when you've been crushing on your brother's best friend since you were nine. You'd be crazy not to. Victor's the best thing to happen to the world since sliced bread.

(Join Yuuri Katsuki on this pine-fueled adventure full of teen angst and astronomical fuckery.)

A thread of silver (T)

Once upon a time, there was a boy who got lost in the woods... AU. Inspired by various fairy tales and mythologies.

That old-time religion (T)

Yuuri is pretty sure that when an impossible stranger turns up and tells you he’s the god of victory, it doesn’t matter how good-looking he is. The moment he asks you to abandon your mortal life and come back to his mountain kingdom with him, you turn around and walk away.

An AU based loosely around the Greco-Roman pantheon. Very loosely.

Death or glory (T)

aka 'The Hunger Games AU that happened by accident'. May the odds be ever in your favour.

I’d rather be skating (M for some reason idk)

Sometimes, when a muggle child gets an acceptance letter from a wizarding school, they say no.

Victor Nikiforov would rather be skating. Yuuri Katsuki would rather be normal.

The rules for lovers (T)

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

Like a fairytale (T)

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing).

not gold like in your dreams (T)

in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret

taking the long way home (T)

In which Vicchan never died, Yuuri won bronze at the Grand Prix Final, didn't get drunk at the banquet, and never made Victor fall in love with him./

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare (T)

The tale of a lonely traveler, Victor Nikiforov, and his encounter with an equally lonely immortal man.

Alternatively: the tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest.

Destiny may ride with us (T)

Viktor Nikiforov spent the first twenty seven years of his life waiting for something exciting to happen. And then, it did.

AU in which Yuuri is a little bit more than human, someone seems to be stealing all of Viktor's spoons, and Yurio is the only person who thinks this is all rather strange.

Lost and found (T)

AU in which: Yuuri is a cop who works at the Hasetsu policebox, and Victor is the new skate instructor in town who almost always ends up on the steps of the aforementioned policebox to flirt with him.

The Castle Atop the Hill (T)

In a cursed land covered in unforgiving ice, Yuuri becomes a knight so that he and his family can survive. In the castle is where he finds Viktor, a prince with a magical gift, whom Yuuri believed could save anyone. But maybe Viktor needs saving too.

One Shots:

Drunk on you (T)

A one-shot collection of soulmate AUs.

What you should know about dating a man with children (G)

"AU scenario where the skaters mistake the triplets for Yuuri's kids when they first meet him, possibly when he brings them to the skater-only area as a b-day treat, or something? (Kudos if you can work in jealous!Victor somehow, but the skaters having a fun reaction would be A+, tbh. Would be lovely if you could include Chris and/or Yurio :D )"

I’m just going to the store (T)

Accidental masked vigilante Victor Nikiforov.

Or: how Victor's impulsiveness backfires and creates one of the greatest living internet memes to ever come out of Russia.

hood and glove (T)

"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

"The Adventures of Sparkly Elf and Soft Hobbit, Endured With Great Patience by The Bright And Powerful, Best In The Land, Yuri Plisetsky." (T)

Critics have always considered "The Adventures of Sparkly Elf and Soft Hobbit, Endured With Great Patience by The Bright And Powerful, Best In The Land, Yuri Plisetsky." one of the most faithful descriptions of Legend Victor Nikiforov, the greatest elven fighter for more than eight centuries. Although it is narrated by Plisetsky as an adolescent, and thus contains strong language and spends more time ridiculizing his travelling companions than giving thoughtful insight into Nikiforov's psyche, it still remains as an essential reading in every scholar that decides to study Nikiforov [...] // Day 95: Caught Nikiforov writing love poems. Am appalled at bad writing more than anything else. Example: “I really like your dark eyes / and all the other parts of your face. Your butt is the perfect size / and I would love to see you in lace.” Hope the Hobbit cannot read, or am afraid this love story will not have a pleasant ending.

Never tasted rubies (T)

in which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won't stop calling in to chat with him

love me do: a victuuri week compilation (t)

Every chapter is a short fic based on one of the Victuuri Week prompts.

The Goddamn Tie Has Got To Go (T)

Dear God. Yuuri was wearing the tie again.

The powdery blue monstrosity was not only unfashionable (and where did Yuuri even manage to acquire such a tie?), it also reminded Viktor, with shocking clarity, of a sweaty, half naked, pole dancing Yuuri. It reminded him of a night of joy, a night of passion. The night where he was finally, and without warning, lifted from the fog that had crept up on him in his last few years of skating.

Understandably, it elicited quite the unfavorable reaction in him when they were out in public.

For the sake of his remaining dignity, Viktor needed to improvise a plan to dispose of it as soon as possible.

Welcome Aboard Eros, Commander (T)

Commander Nikiforov is frustrated. For years, he has been chasing Eros, the most elusive pirate ship to ever sail the Seven Seas, and its even more elusive captain, whom it appears no one has ever been able to lay their eyes on. With the threat of every royal treasury in the whole of the Caribbean soon being emptied down to the last coin, the commander sets sail again, determined to track down Eros and its captain once and for all.

That is, if the mysterious Captain Katsuki doesn't find him first.

Victuuriweek day 2: Traveling AU: Historical

Winter Solitude (T)

Victor was cursed by a fellow competitor many years ago, jealous of his skills on the ice. The curse limited Victor to a lake in Hasetsu, Japan, where he appears to others as a blue-tinted human.

He can't age. He can't leave. And he can't let himself feel emotions for the pain it causes.

But a skater comes to the frozen lake one day and ignites a fire in his heart that he hadn't felt in years.

Series:

Cubicle gods

Flourist and wedding planner au

stop, erase, rewind

Haven (okay this series is E and kind of messed up maybe? but i love it)

have you heard there's a rumour in st. petersburg

A Real Life Cinnamon Roll

Even Ice Gods Can Melt

warm-up hogwash

must love dogs

#I've got like 10 more pages of history i could go through but it's late #yoi #fic recs #i did promise you a lot

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Miss Right - Part 2

Description: After losing her mother in a horrible car accident, Hani had to make sure to get by on her own. Without a home or a job a long gone friend appears right before eyes when she needs it the most and a turn of events take place when she finds herself working for one of Koreas biggest fashion chains EcoFashion. But what happens when a big secret comes out and her hot and very intriguing boss Mr. Kim owes her a favor?

Pairing: Kim Namjoon X Ahn Hani

Words: 1625

"I got the job!" I called from the kitchen. Ehbyun walked in with a guy, their arms around each other.

"Seriously? Congratulations!" she said.

"Thank you! And you are?" He reached out his hand and I took it.

"Kyungwon"

"Nice to meet you"

"Wow, a cleaning job. Not bad" Ehbyun teased.

"Ha ha, very funny. At least I will be working everyday not just weekends."

"Yeah yeah, but I get paid by the hour" Soon Kyungwon left and Ehbyun sat down beside me smiling.

"Was he just a one time thing too?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. She chuckled.

"Hm, yes."

"Why? He looked like a nice guy. Cute." I said looking down at my ring.

"Why do you always wear that? I haven't seen you taking it off even once. I have a lot of jewelry if you want to borrow."

"No, my mother gave it to me. She died five years ago."

"What? I didn't know that. I'm sorry" she said reaching and taking my hand in hers squeezing it tightly.

"It's okay." I said feeling a lump building up in my throat. I really missed her.

Just as I exited the elevator on the top floor a beautiful woman walked past me into it. Her clothes looked expensive, her hair all up in a perfect bun. She pressed a button looking up at me. I turned around and continued walking towards the secretary generals office. It was at the end of the corridor. I knocked and heard someone calling. I opened the door to a pretty gray room. Like, most of the things were in a gray color. A man sat behind a glass table. He looked up with a smile and stood up. I walked up to him. We shook hands and he told me to sit down. The man was like in his 30′s, suit, glasses and slicked back hair. After giving me all the information and tasks I walked up to my station. It was a room, no, more like a small kitchen. A girl was struggling to get out something from the supply room at the side. I held the door open for her and she got a cleaning trolley out.

"Thanks" she said and dried the sweat from her forehead.

"Hi, I'm Ahn Hani. I'll start working here from today. Are you part of the cleaning staff?"

"Oh, yes. I'm Soo Yuri. Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too"

"You can start scrubbing the toilets."

"Oh, okay, sure"

"I will start cleaning the first floor by the lobby"

"Okay" My work was going great until a few hours later the employees started to ask for coffee. Like, a lot of them, I had to write it down. I walked across the street and entered the coffee shop. It smelled wonderful. I rambled all the list to the tall guy behind the counter. It took him fifteen minutes before I could walk back with everything. As I got up to the top floor, everyone was reaching out to get their coffee. Then I started cleaning again.

After a few hours I was done. I put the cleaning trolley back in its place before locking and heading to the elevator. A tall man stood next to me. It was him. The man I had seen on the morning of my interview. His face was still serious and he looked like he could kill someone with just a glance. The elevator finally came and we stepped inside. He pushed the button to the bottom floor. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened a woman stood right outside smiling. It was the woman from this morning. I walked past her, looking back as she gave the man a hug. His lips were just a line. I was about to walk outside when I got a text message. I picked up my phone as I heard the couples conversation behind me.

"Namjoonie, why are you-?”

"Don't call me that" he cut her off frowning but the woman continued. I looked back. He looked even more angry than before. What was wrong with him? Being so mean to, what looked like, his girlfriend.

"Namjoonie, please take me home?" she continued holding a hand against his chest, swaying her body side to side. He nodded and continued his way out of the tall building. I turned away from them, letting both of them pass me. A black car stood parked outside the entrance waiting for them. The driver of the car, a middle-aged man, opened the door for them. They sat down before the driver drove away. I put down my phone after answering the message from Ehbyun and continued my way home thinking they were probably highly put employees or even the bosses or something.

I was first to arrive with the security guards. I took the cleaning trolley and went up to the top floor. As I cleaned the employees dropped in one after another. It wasn't even lunch yet before they started rabbling up coffee orders. Like I was their made or something. Anyway, I wrote it all down and brought them their orders before continuing my job. Gosh, it was really tiring and my feet hurt like hell. I sat down in the small kitchen to have my lunch break when Yuri walked in and puffed out. She sat down in front of me and laid her head on the table.

"I'm not sure I can make it till four o'clock." she said and her shoulders sank.

"It's just four hours left" I said, trying to encourage her.

"Yeah, four hours of hell" she said looking up towards the cleaning trolley. She turned to me again. "I saw you buy coffee to the others earlier. Can't you buy me some too?"

"Uh, I guess. What do you want?"

"Oh thanks! Just a soy latte" I nodded and ate up the rest of my food before going to get her coffee. At least I didn't have to pay for it all. Yuri was sitting in the exact same place, with her feet on the table, when I got back. Her face lit up when she saw me.

"Ya! Thank you Hani! I'll go back to work once I finish this, okay?" I nodded and continued cleaning on the top floor. I was just about to enter one of the offices. I had never cleaned there before. The receptionist stood up and stopped me.

"Mr. Kim is inside right now and does not want to be disturbed." she said with a quite loud voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" I said and was just about to turn when the door opened. The tall handsome man stood on front of me, the one I had seen so many times before through the days. His piercing eyes looked at me up and down. I shook my head and backed away so he could pass.

"Miss Lee, please take care of all my calls. I'll be back in an hour." he said with a deep voice which left me with an open mouth. It was so deep and it sent chills down my spine. Miss Lee bowed before he walked towards the elevator. I bowed too until miss Lee cleared her throat.

"You can clean now miss" she said and I turned to her.

"Oh, yeah" I walked inside which seemed to be a big office. There was just a black desk in the middle and a black bookshelf across the wall to the right. The windows were big and let in a lot of light.

"Oh, you're here?" I heard someone say and turned around to see Yuri stand by the door.

"Yeah" she walked inside with a cloth.

"It's better if we both clean here anyway"

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"This is Mr. Kims office. Our boss."

"Really?" Yuri nodded.

"But he is a real pain for such a handsome face, unfortunately. If he could be nicer he would be a ten out of ten for sure. Rich, handsome and tall. I really like tall men"

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Time went by so slowly. It always did. At least I had gotten to know everything better and it got a lot easier. I knew exactly what to do at what time. When to clean the toilets, when to buy the employees coffee and what they wanted (still had a note, incase I'd forget), when to clean and where without disturbing. After delivering everybody’s coffee I continued cleaning the top floor. The first office, the secretary generals office. Little did I know, that would change the lives of many people, including mine. I knew the secretary general, Mr. Young, always went to lunch at 12 o'clock on point. Always. So I just walked inside without knocking and there I saw, on his desk, Mr. Young and Miss. Ci, Mr. Kims fiancée, in each others arms, kissing. I was just going to apologize and maybe close the door but I didn’t get far as I only walked into someone with my back to a chest, someone was behind me. I looked back and my eyes widened. Mr. Kim was standing right behind me watching the charade going on upon the desk. Miss. Ci looked up shocked.

"Namjoonie..." she started but couldn't say anymore.

"Namjoon we..." Mr. Young started but was cut off.

"I just wanted to let you know about the meeting being cancelled for tomorrow. And I'd appreciate it if these things didn't occur in the company from now on." Mr. Kim said with a stern voice before returning towards his office. I stood in chock, not knowing what to do. I quickly snapped out of it and closed the door before leaving. This wasn't good...

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