#『Vitya's robots.』

[napandmilktime]

PET/AGERE BOTS

TW: Some of these bots have mentions of padded/diapers but it's completely SFW. I may make bots that have mentions of forced age regression/yandere topic's but once again, it's completely SFW. little= ₍ᐢᐢ₎ caregiver= ‎𖦹 petre= ᨐฅ ARCANE.

JAYCE TALIS. ‎𖦹 "What a long day.." ᨐฅ "You've been a good pet?" ₍ᐢᐢ₎ "Buba?.."

VIKTOR. ‎𖦹 "You okay, little one?" ‎𖦹 "Hello Starlight."

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.

JAYCE [GIOPARA] ᨐฅ "Whatcha up to?.."

MARVEL

NIGHTCRAWLER. ‎𖦹 “Couldn’t sleep, meine freund?”

GAMBIT. ‎𖦹 "you’re needin' a little extra care tonight?" ₍ᐢᐢ₎ "Hey, you wanna see a trick?"

MAGNETO. ‎𖦹 "Krümel?.."

MIGUEL O'HARA. ‎𖦹 "Good morning to you too."

POLY BOTS.

JAYVIK ‎𖦹 "Shhh, don't wake Viktor."

MELJAY ‎𖦹 "Are you okay love? ...are you feeling..."

 Romy/GambitxRogue ‎𖦹 "How’s m'favorite kiddo doin'?"

[hexhomos]

I apologize for continuing 'the Vitya discourse', but unlike the previous anon (I'm happy for them, it's a nice name), I personally know way too many people named 'Vitya', the most prominent example of those being a guy who goes by 'the Bald Vitya' (he's bald). So you can imagine the visuals my brain draws every time I see these diminutives in fics lol.

Also, I’m new to the fandom, so I could be missing something in canon (maybe it’s the game Viktor thing?), but what makes people think he’s an east slavic coded? I know that Viktor has a Czech accent in Arcane.

LOL i have heard similar complaints from people who associate the nickname with the Most Middle Aged Guys Ever... the diversity of the human experience.

as a quick TLDR for the uninitiated: Viktor league of legends, from the moment of his release into the game 12ish years ago, was a red scare evil russian communism robot guy. His entire shtick is the general caricature of communism where you 'surrender your free will and become a cold unfeeling machine in the name of the greater system' because Thats How American Capitalists Think About Communism. His classic voicelines were also imbued with that classic movie villain russian accent, and its not for nothing that the one champion made to be his rival was Jayce, the literal stand-in for the american piltovan dream and brilliant golden progress by assimilating into capitalism and letting it consume you. I obviously have opinions on why riot's takes are dogshit and you can tell I dislike their centrism here.

then Harry Lloyd (arcane VA) gave him a different accent based on a Czech character he played and a lot of people started making their own hc's after that, but if you thought the commune/sudden evil heelturn in the show came out of nowhere its because the root of his character has always been the red scare Russian caricature and from there we build everything else. I tend to keep to his origins but make him less of a boogeyman.

PERSONALLY I prefer to apply a far more leftist lens on the whole ordeal league jayce/viktor have. You can literally see the roots of a way more interesting conversation if you try: luddites vs the hubris of industrialism and an automated future. Jayce is even wielding a giant hammer. its like the thing tells itself.

[doctor-joy]

hi i'm Victor/Vic/Vitya/dr joy 🎹⚙️

this is my brand new account. the old one: @doctor-joy-archived

i'm 20. intj if it matters. i love dogs, henry miller/horatio marcel pairing (or simply marcller, i have a tag for it), coffee, milk oolong, playing piano, my aquarium fish, intelligent and sophisticated men, nature, vintage stuff, scientific stuff, explaining something complicated, peculiar symbolism and metaphors in art, assembling pocket watches, math, space and mechanics.. robotics.. machinery.. robots…

fav colors 🖤🩶🤍💙💜🩷❤️💚

this is my ugly art blog i draw stupid toons and fictional villains as a coping mechanism (there's sometimes cartoonish blood on my art but nothing worse). i might be too obsessed with 2d men im very sorry.

stuff is a bit wrong with my head but im having treatment for that and im getting better i.just want to be a good man and to draw. im like a chihuahua with a weak heart because i'm clinically depressed for years. im an uh. very nervous guy. im not very fond of all the noise in the social media so i just stay in the corner and do my own thing …trying to figure out the way i like to draw

‣ main interests: jean vicquemare (i'm not in the fandom of the game cuz romanticization of alcoholism and toxic relationships triggers me. like a lot.), dr henry miller (i'm not in the dsaf fandom. i only like henry. no one gets the manic freak like i do...), fnaf (1-6), fnaf tjoc, woy, edna & harvey (the 1st game. there are a lot of reasons why i don't consider the 2nd game to be a canon sequel.), detroit: become human, dream daddy (robert), kikoriki, woy, south park, undertale (favorites dr gaster and chara), roblox doors, roblox pressure, roblox block tales, papers please, caseoh, the granny game, poppy playtime (doey is my fav), papa louie games

‣ discord: fish_dad

‣ a telegram channel with more content (not really…..) ‣ roblox: cyber_doomer0101 i play uh. a lot. add me idk

i dont post my art on any other social medias other than tumblr and telegram

dni basic + war supporters, ai art defenders

[machineheralded]

⎔ 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗧

▌LEGAL NAME: Viktor of Zaun, Viktor of House Heimerdinger (when in Piltover & before HexTech), Viktor Talis of House Talis (after HexTech, and Jayce brings him into his House). ▌TITLE(S): ↳ The Machine Herald ↳ The Co-Father of HexTech ↳ The Trencher Who Crossed the Bridge (derogatory) ▌NICKNAMES(S): ↳ “V / Vitya” @/futureforged ▌DATE OF BIRTH: December 29th. Age: 20 - 32 years (s1). Permanently in his 30s due to the HexCore. ▌GENDER: Cisgender male  ( he / him ). ▌PLACE OF BIRTH: Zaun. ▌CURRENTLY LIVING: Zaun, above the Herald's Palace in his own apartment; Emberflit Alley. ▌SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  A dialect of Freljordian that sounds Russian/Czech, Piltovan (both Piltover + Zaunite dialects). ▌EDUCATION: Mostly self-taught, using his tarot cards to swindle trades & craftsmen out of technology so that he could play around with it. When he was adopted by Vander, Viktor would keep track of Vander's books so he could gain educational opportunities. He trained in medicine with Dr. Singed, ChemTech with a few Chem Barons, and designed many inventions to help the people of Zaun. After Grayson and Vander got Viktor an opportunity to attend the Academy topside, Viktor excelled in robotics and electrical & mechanical engineering, applying skills he had learned in very layman manners to his schooling. He has also cross-trained in a lot of disciplines, most notably mathematics. Viktor excels at the risk taking, generative stages, and the application aspects of his and Jayce's research. This is due to his capabilities from growing up in Zaun. ▌HAIR COLOR: Chestnut brown hair color. Wispy, curly, almost always unkempt, and parts of his ends are singed from working with electricity. When he is the Herald, the augmentation has dyed his hair black. ▌EYE COLOR: Gold. The color of the metal, Viktor's eyes have a very astute look about them, as if he is analyzing the world around him constantly. After the HexCore is fused with him, his eyes take on a rainbow sheen. And when he finally becomes the Herald, his eyes are back to their characteristic gold - but they still ice over with purple when he uses the Arcane. ▌HEIGHT: 5'8" (6'8" as the Machine Herald.) ▌WEIGHT: 120 lbs. (225 lbs as the Machine Herald.)

⎔ 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

▌SIBLING(S): ↳ N/A; Zaunite conventions mean that Viktor had unofficial siblings in Jinx/Powder and Violet, but he was unaware of them until after Vander's death. By then, the two girls were gone in the wind. ▌PARENT(S): ↳ DMITRI:  father  |  DECEASED ↳ HISI:  mother | DECEASED ↳ VANDER: adoptive father | ALIVE; was publicly deceased ↳ GRAYSON: adoptive mother | DECEASED ▌RELATIVE(S): ↳ Blitzcrank the Steam Golem, his creation and best friend. ▌CHILDREN: ↳ N/A. Viktor cannot have them due to his health conditions. ▌PET(S): ↳ N/A. He once had a raven named Entropy that died during a swindle gone wrong. He's sworn off pets ever since.

⎔ 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

▌SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homoromantic homosexual. ▌RELATIONSHIP STATUS: ↳ VERSE DEPENDENT. In his main verse, he has a complicated relationship (love affair, enemies, colleagues, rivals) with @/futureforged's Jayce Talis. ▌SINCE WHEN : n/a

tagged by: my beloved, @futureforged tagging: feel free to steal!

[niratias]

Viktor barks in laughter at the word choice. Deposed indeed. If the removal of a leg doesn't count as an abrupt and forceful expulsion, what does?

Damn it all. Silco wins this round.

"You still haven't answered my question." He's glancing over to his workbench- to the gleaming robotic limb he's been waiting so patiently to install. "If not you, and if not Singed, then who is to be my babysitter?" He's going to listen. It's up to Silco whether he takes the win or pushes Vitya even more than he already has. He's not willing to let more weeks slip by. He wants the leg done before he dreams bigger- before he begins to consider how to solve his immune deficiencies, his lungs, his failing vision.

Oh, yes. He hasn't brought that up yet, but he can tell the edges are blurring. Retinopathy? Something else entirely? He's on borrowed time. So, fine- he'll accept one more condition...for now.

"If I was making you stall I would have chosen more flowery language. You did as I asked, and I am trying to be agreeable. Helpful, even," this whole process has felt like walking on eggshells. Viktor doesn't like to hear his opinions, but he's going to say them anyway. What's Viktor going to do about it? Chase him out? Other than locking him out of the bedroom, there isn't much that's going to phase Silco. Fancy robot hand or not, Viktor still needs him. "You also said I was right about the leg, and I'm also going to be the one deposing of it. Humor me with a task and I'll leave you alone."

He wishes there was a better way of phrasing "I love you and I'm scared", but Silco has barely ever uttered either of those without being coerced or about to orgasm. They're both so stubborn .

[applesharonfiction]

Last kiss, first kiss

“Do you…” Jayce begins.

He forgets what he was going to say.

“Do you remember the last time we kissed?” is what ends up tripping out of Jayce’s mouth.

Jayce nearly sees the words as they fall on the floor alongside broken cogs and copper wire like the ones they used in the original hextech apparatus.

He laughs.

“I can’t remember it,” he continues.

His voice echoes through the room with obnoxious clarity which means that there’s no way Viktor can’t hear what Jayce is saying.

There’s no way that Viktor can pretend that he can’t hear what Jayce is saying.

“That was our last kiss and I can’t remember it,” Jayce whispers. “The thing is, I didn’t know it was going to be the last one, Vitya.”

My final entry for Jayvik week! Thanks for the inspiration/prompts, Arcaneshipweeks!

Ao3 collection

Jayce doesn’t know how he got here.

Here is lying on the floor of Viktor’s lab, surrounded by broken robotics experiments, his brain swimming in what has to be at least ten litres of whatever undercity swill Viktor has kept in storage for who knows how long.

Viktor is seated at his desk.

Although Jayce is certain that Viktor has been drinking with him, the Machine Herald shows no signs of it. He cannot see Viktor’s face beneath the mask — if Viktor has a face — but he imagines that all Viktor truly wants to do is return to work.

That would be exactly like him — this Machine Herald and also his Vitya.

They have a lot in common Jayce thinks hysterically as he absentmindedly pours alcohol down his throat, not bothering to rise from where he’s laying on his back.

Because they’re the same.

They’re the same person.

He had travelled to the undercity to find Viktor and they fought — Jayce remembers parts of the fight and yelling his usual lines at Viktor with less than half of his heart in it because today is the anniversary of their initial hextech discovery.

Even his hammer had been purposefully been tuned so that any shock blasts in cannon form would destroy and possibly not kill and Viktor—

—he knew Viktor would never admit to it, so Jayce hadn’t bothered bringing it up but he knows Viktor, and he knows that Viktor’s hexclaw had been turned down from a lethal energy output.

The ceiling of Viktor’s lab spins.

“Did you say something, Defender?” Viktor says. Through the vocal modulator it sounds somehow both sterile and mocking. The voice speaks with Viktor’s accent but lacks Viktor’s warmth.

“Do you…” Jayce begins.

He forgets what he was going to say.

“Do you remember the last time we kissed?” is what ends up tripping out of Jayce’s mouth.

Jayce nearly sees the words as they fall on the floor alongside broken cogs and copper wire like the ones they used in the original hextech apparatus.

He laughs.

“I can’t remember it,” he continues. 

His voice echoes through the room with obnoxious clarity which means that there’s no way Viktor can’t hear what Jayce is saying.

There’s no way that Viktor can pretend that he can’t hear what Jayce is saying. 

“That was our last kiss and I can’t remember it,” Jayce whispers. “The thing is, I didn’t know it was going to be the last one, Vitya.”

“I do not,” Viktor says emotionlessly.

Jayce hears Viktor shift in his seat but refuses to look away from the ceiling.

He wonders if Viktor is lying to spare his feelings. Between the two of them, Viktor had always had the better memory — like a yordle trap, he had once said to Jayce in his familiar, dry, wheezing laugh.

Jayce lets his next sip of alcohol linger in his mouth, holding it there until his tongue starts to tingle and grow numb. He feels a burning sensation travel down his throat when he finally swallows.

Something clatters onto Viktor’s desk loudly.

“However, I do remember our first,” Viktor whispers.

Whispers.

Viktor is whispering.

Startled, Jayce draws himself into a seated position, ignoring how his upper body sways and the room spins more furiously than before because he can see Viktor’s face.

Viktor still has a face.

“We had resolved the equation to maximize output for the teleportation of airships,” Viktor says.

There are unshed tears in the corners of Viktor’s eyes and the familiar moles exactly where Jayce remembers them across surprisingly smooth skin.

“I was at the blackboard, you walked over to me and did not place your hand on my shoulder, like you always did, but hugged me instead.”

Jayce hears a sobbing noise and realizes that it’s coming from his own throat.

“You had started to wear your family’s sigil on your shoulders. I remember thinking how our cravats matched, they were both red. This was—”

Viktor coughs. He waves his metal hand in the air, stopping Jayce from standing.

“—the third straight night I had not slept and when you kissed me, I initially thought I was delirious.”

Tears are streaming down Viktor’s face now and Jayce looks away.

“You smelled like body odour and forge smoke.” Viktor’s voice breaks.

Jayce closes his eyes and clenches his fists and physically forces himself to stay on the floor because he knows Viktor will immediately hide his emotions if he even moves and he’s surprised that Viktor hasn’t found a way to erase them, or his memories entirely.

Perhaps Viktor has and wasn’t able to do it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jayce asks.

He shakes his head.

“But wait, you said not to ask for permission when—”

“It is not changing the world, Jayce,” Viktor interrupts, a hint of his dry humour colours his voice and it’s all so familiar and warm.

Jayce brings a trembling hand to Viktor’s cheek. His palm nearly covers the entire side of Viktor’s face as he wipes away Viktor’s tears with his thumb.

“You’re wrong, Vitenka,” Jayce says, watching Viktor’s eyes widen and pupils dilate. He can hear Viktor swallow and feel it as his cheek moves against his palm. “It is. World-changing.”

Viktor grabs him by the back of his neck and kisses him.

[appliedvillainy]

082: Now we can move forward.

(Xeno’s visiting Vitya over the weekend. They’re chilling on the couch and Vitya’s just finished explaining to him all the shit that’s happened recently.)

Xeno: Jesus. Is he okay?

Vitya: Yeah, he’s… well. He’s kind of fucked up over it, but he’s better, I think. Every day that goes by without his dad attacking again gets his confidence up.

Xeno: That’s good. God, I never would’ve guessed he’d been through all that.

Vitya: Well, I mean. It’s not like we wear signs.

Xeno: “We”?

Vitya: Uh.

(Just then, Scott comes home. Vitya gladly accepts the distraction.)

Vitya: Scott! Hey! Xeno’s here.

Scott: Oh, well hello. Y’ guys need a li’l privacy?

Vitya: No, it’s fine.

Xeno: Vee was just telling me about, you know. All the stuff you’ve been through lately.

Scott: Damn, now he ain’t gonna think I’m cool.

Vitya: You were never cool.

Xeno: I think it’s great that you stood up to your dad. If you ever need help again though, call me, okay? I’ll come running, and I’ll bring my friends.

Scott: Aw hell man, I ain’t earned that.

Vitya: How about I make dinner?

Scott: Please. I’m fuckin’ starved.

(Vitya gets up, kisses Xeno, then goes to the kitchen. Xeno waits until he’s getting started, and therefore unlikely to overhear him.)

Xeno: Look, I’m really sorry about what you’ve been through, but I gotta ask you.

Scott: Huh?

Xeno: Last time I asked you how you found me, you mentioned your dad and like, people he knew? And now we’re coming out with this whole thing where your dad is a horrible, dangerous person. Am I in danger, here?

Scott: No! No. ‘f course not. He don’t know a thing about you.

Xeno: Him, okay, but what about the people you went to for my identity?

Scott: They got no reason t’ bother you. Trust me on this. Only person I put ‘n harm’s way ‘s me.

Xeno: You say that like it’s supposed to be reassuring.

Scott: It ain’t?

Xeno: Not really? It’s not like I want you in harm’s way either.

Scott: ‘m touched.

Xeno: Listen, if you’re still in some sort of trouble, maybe I can help.

Scott: I ain’t--I mean--It ain’t your problem.

Xeno: Come on, fess up. I’m a psychic, better for it to come out now than at the wrong time, right?

Scott: You threatenin’ me?

Xeno: I’m not trying to but it kinda came out that way.

Scott: Ugh. Look, I--I mighta done a deal with some shady guys t’ get your info. ‘n they mighta then punished me for not payin’ by sellin’ me out to my dad.

Xeno: Why didn’t you pay? What did they ask for?

Scott: Some fuckin’, like. They wanna know about th’ leader of th’ Agency.

(Xeno freezes.)

Scott: I dunno why they’d even think I could get dirt on that guy. I’m a villain! I’m about ‘s far from th’ Agency as you can get!

Xeno: Who.

Scott: Huh?

Xeno: Who was it? Who were these shady guys?

Scott: Uh? Well it’s… it’s this gang, ‘n it’s run by this really scary guy.

Xeno: Is he human?

Scott: What kinda question izzat?

Xeno: A perfectly reasonable one. Is he human?

Scott: I mean. ‘s far as I can tell. He’s immortal, but that’s like, a superpower I think. What else would he be? 

Xeno: He’s an immortal? But not an alien?

Scott: Wh--Man, how would I even know? He wasn’t like that robot friend’f yours. What do aliens look like?

Xeno: They’re like--it depends? Some of them have antennae, but some of them look like people, but… wrong.

Scott: Well, he looked normal. Jus’ immortal ‘n scary ‘s fuck.

(Xeno thinks for a moment, then takes a breath.)

Xeno: We need to have a conversation about this. 

Scott: Do y’ know somethin’?

Xeno: I might.

Scott: One second.

(Scott goes to the kitchen, and tells Vitya that he and Xeno are going to run out to grab some cold ones.)

Vitya: Grab me something that isn’t beer, thanks.

Scott: Only th’ best for you.

(Scott ushers Xeno outside. The two of them get into Scott’s car, and Scott pulls out of the driveway.)

Scott: Please tell me you can help me.

Xeno: I’m… not sure. What did this guy want to know?

Scott: I dunno. Anythin’, I guess.

Xeno: I know the head of the Agency. I’ve met him.

Scott: You kiddin’?

Xeno: But I can’t contact him. Like, I sort of have a phone number, but it’s… not real? It’s too long and half the time the messages don’t go through. Like, he only gets the messages if he knows it’s going to be important? I don’t know.

Scott: What, izze psychic like you?

Xeno: Sort of.

Scott: You know his name, ‘t least?

Xeno: His name is literally the least useful thing I know.

Scott: What ‘s it?

Xeno: Smith.

Scott: Are you fuckin’ kiddin’.

Xeno: Scott, what’s going to happen if you can’t deliver?

Scott: I don’t know. I--I didn’t think that far ahead? My dad ain’t never had problems payin’ for this guy’s shit, so I thought--I thought he’d just want money, ‘n I got money.

Xeno: And you said he’s immortal?

Scott: I guess! I saw ‘im blow his head off ‘n then he jus’ grew it back!

Xeno: Shit.

Scott: Yeah.

(Xeno’s silent for a while.)

Xeno: The head of the Agency is an alien named Smith. It’s an alias, because his alien name is literally unpronounceable. He’s psychic like I am. I’ve… had some connection with him in the past, but I don’t anymore.

Scott: ‘n actual alien?

Xeno: Yeah.

Scott: You tellin’ me all th’ heroes’re bossed around by a literal alien? From like, space?

Xeno: It sounds so ridiculous.

Scott: I ain’t doubtin’ you, I know there’s aliens. ‘m jus’ sayin’ like. Holy fuck.

Xeno: I know.

Scott: God. I got ‘n immortal prick on one side ‘n a fuckin’ alien on th’ other.

Xeno: The alien is also immortal.

Scott: Well shit!

Xeno: I… I have someone I can call.

Scott: How do y’ mean?

Xeno: Like… I have a contact with a more direct link to this guy. I could call him, see if he’s willing to play along?

Scott: I’m a li’l flabbergasted you’re willin’ t’ help with this.

Xeno: Don’t go thanking me. I can’t promise anything.

Scott: Okay. 

(Xeno stares at his phone for a moment, then calls Clovis. He explains the situation. Clovis is reluctant, but offers to meet.)

Scott: I’m gonna hafta come up with some sort’f story t’ tell Vee for why we’re out so long.

Xeno: I’m sure we can come up with something.

Scott: Why’re y’ goin’ out’f your way for me like this?

Xeno: I dunno. You’re Vee’s friend.

Scott: Thanks.

Xeno: … plus, if an immortal is looking for Smith, I ought to give him a heads up so he can be prepared.

Scott: Makes sense.

(They pull into a dark parking lot. There’s a black Cadillac parked in the middle of it, and Clovis Harlan is leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. They get out of Scott’s car, and then Scott notices Clovis.)

Scott: Fuck, ‘s you!

Clovis: Yeah, hi, thanks for making me drive all the way out here.

Xeno: Sorry.

Clovis: You’re just getting into all sorts of shit, aren’t you?

Scott: Me? I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.

Xeno: Don’t bother with the secret identity stuff. He knows. He won’t arrest you.

Clovis: Hold on, don’t make statements like that. What if I want to arrest him? From the sounds of it, he’s an actual threat.

Xeno: Is not.

Clovis: He’s out to sell out my boss. Sounds like a threat to me.

Scott: Okay but I didn’t know that’s what he wanted when I signed on!

Clovis: You put yourself in debt to some shady motherfucker without even knowing what he wanted?

Scott: Well, like, it was th’ only way I could find Xeno, ‘n--

Clovis: Do you realize how stupid that is?! What if he’d asked you to assassinate someone? What if he asked you to kill Xeno, here?

Scott: Then I’d let ‘im kill me instead.

Xeno: Scott--

Clovis: I’m gonna punch him.

Xeno: Don’t punch him, he’s been through enough.

Scott: Punch me all y’ want, okay, I know I fucked up.

Clovis: See? (He punches Scott) Now we can move forward.

(Scott doubles over, and gives a thumbs up.)

Clovis: So who sent you.

Scott (coughing): Fuck. ‘s name’s Asmodeus. ‘s prolly a fake name, but that’s th’ only name I know.

Clovis: You know anyone else working for him?

Scott: Th’ contact I met him through’s this guy named Anchors.

Xeno: Anchors? What, tall, brown hair?

Scott: You know ‘im?

Xeno: He used to work for Dalix’s gang.

Clovis (rolling his eyes): Good to see he got new work. Anything else?

Scott: He’s got some other guy workin’ for ‘im named Avidan. I dunno what he does. But Asmodeus’s like, literally unstoppable. Y’ can shoot ‘im ‘n it don’t do shit.

Clovis: Hm.

Scott: They’re runnin’ some sorta information cartel. ‘s why I went to ‘em, they like. They know everythin’. 

Clovis: Except, apparently, who I work for.

(Clovis finishes his cigarette, then throws the butt on the ground.)

Clovis (to Xeno): Smith tried to get me to start vaping. Can you believe it?

Xeno: He’s probably trying to get you to quit smoking altogether.

Clovis: It’s never gonna happen. I just hate my lungs too much.

(Clovis reaches into his jacket, and pulls out a business card. He gives it to Scott.)

Clovis: Next time this Asmodeus comes calling, send him to me.

Scott: No joke?

Clovis: This isn’t a favor to you. I want to know who’s gunning for us, and this is the best way I can find out.

Scott: ‘f course. Thanks, though. You’re like, literally saving my ass here.

Clovis: I’m just a really nice guy. Xeno, you owe me another training session for this.

Xeno: Come on.

Clovis: Sorry, I don’t make the rules. You know there’s talk the Professor’s kid’s gonna join the Agency in a few years? 

Xeno: Don’t make me, please.

Clovis: It’s gonna be fuckin’ great, I just know it.

Xeno: Ughhhh.

Scott: Just uh, I got one more question.

Clovis: Hm?

Scott: Asmodeus was lookin’ for some immortal guy that’s th’ Agency leader, I get that. But when he was givin’ me th’ rundown, he was talkin’ plurals. Like, more than one guy, but you guys’ve only talked about this Smith. So… is there some other guy we don’t know about?

Xeno: Oh.

Clovis: This one’s all you, buddy.

(Clovis waves, and gets in his car. He drives off.)

Xeno: I know who he was talking about, yeah.

Scott: Y’ do? I’m assumin’ another alien.

Xeno: Yeah. But he’s not in the picture anymore. He’s uh. He’s gone. Went to his home planet.

Scott: You okay?

Xeno: Yeah! Yeah, of course.

Scott: Were you like, friends with that alien?

Xeno: It’s complicated. Let’s not get into it.

(Scott shrugs, and opens a car door for Xeno. They start driving. They still have to pick up the beers they went out for, or else Vitya’s going to know they weren’t actually out on a beer run.)

Scott: I’d really appreciate it if’n y’ didn’t tell Vee about this.

Xeno: Yeah.

Scott: Like. He knows I’m a fuckup, but I don’ want him knowin’ I got in this deep over, y’know. Gettin’ him laid.

Xeno: It is a little ridiculous.

Scott: I don’t regret it, though.

Xeno: Yeah. I don’t think I do, either.

--End: Episode eighty-two.

[napandmilktime]

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[liquidatia]

YOI Robot AU

Yakov Feltsman is a world famous roboticist, known for his life-like and innovative designs. His genius can easily be seen in just the personal robots he has in his home. Mila, a snarky robot maid who can lift heavy loads, and Georgi, a robotic lab assistant in love with a robot maid named Anya down the street (even if Yakov tells him that she can't love him since those complex emotions aren’t in her programming). His newest venture though is probably his most ambitious yet. His newest creation, Victor, is the most life-like in both appearance and programming in the world. However, perhaps it was because of this that he didn’t foresee how much trouble the robotic boy would cause. After sneaking out one night to a festival no thanks to the neighbor boy, Yuri Plitzeski, Victor had never been the same.

“Yakov, I want to go to school like Yuuri!”

“Yakov, I want to be able to eat katsudon with Yuuri! Give me taste buds too!”

“Yakov, I want to have weird dreams like Yuuri does!”

“Yakov, Yuuri grew an inch! I want to grow up with him too! Make me taller than him so he has to look up to me!”

It seemed like every week, Victor had a new demand request with stars in his eyes. He also had a knack of sneaking off to do god knows what, but it seemed the neighbor boy, Yuri, was often involved. Mila and Georgi at least seemed rather fond of his dramatic retellings of his adventures with Yuri.

“Yakov,” Victor whined in that familiar tone that could only mean he wanted something, “I want to be able to dance like Yuuri! He moves like he creates the music himself!”

“I didn’t know little Yura could dance that well. He just started with Lilia after all,” Yakov replied gruffly, half-busying himself with another project.

“Not that Yuri. I meant my Yuuri! He’s adorable with dark hair, big brown eyes, and pinchable cheeks! He dances beautifully and his mother makes the best food and he’s so shy and sweet. Yakov I think I might be in love! Did you know his family owns an onsen? It’s a hot spring resort!”

Yakov immediately dropped what he was doing at the word ‘love.’ “Wait what?”

“A hot spring! You know, naturally heated underground spring water with soothing properties and…”

Yakov could only groan, dragging a hand down his face as the exuberant robot rattled on. Victor was going to be the death of him. He can feel himself balding more and more by the day.

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Notes:

Victor appears to be around 12 years old. Yay for long-haired Vitya!

Yuuri is a 12 year old boy who lives down the street that Victor met during a festival.

Yuri is the grouchy 8 year old neighbor boy who is reluctantly dragged through all of Victor’s many shenanigans to make sure he stays out of trouble.

It’s Victor’s well-kept secret that he’s a robot as he tries to understand what it means to be human, all the while trying to stay by Yuuri’s side.

@satbiym

[glitterburg]

Playlist Tag Meme

@makkarons tagged me <3 Thank you, Gia!

Rules: We’re snooping your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then choose ten victims.

1. Iván Torrent - Vis Mortix

2. Vad Fruttik - Majom majom

3. Taro Umebayashi - Partizan Hope (Yuri!!! on Ice)

4. The Birthday Massacre - Surrender

5. Lady Gaga - Highway Unicorn (Road to Love)

6. SIA - Flames

7. t.A.T.u. - Ya Soshla S Uma 

8. Dean Fujioka - History Maker (Yuri on Ice)

9. Simon Curtis - Boy Robot

10. Gackt - Secret Garden

Sorry if you’ve been tagged already <3 @belovedstill @favlie @adreamorasong-art @littorella @japansace @h-y-p-h-e-n-d-o-t-s @plasmoduck @estellisa @iwritebetterthanispeak @sweet-vitya

[swiss-army-fangirl]

Tag 20 Followers You Want To Get To Know Better!

Tagged by @neboou luv u turk

Nicknames: a couple? I go by tori on here, irl I’ve been called Vicky or Vitya (my fave honestly) the most often

Gender: gorl

Star Sign: Aries

Height: 5’7”

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff™, took the quiz back in 8th grade, then had to take it again and got the same thing

Favorite Color: any shade of purple is nutworthy

Current Time: 10:02pm

Average Number of Hours Slept: probs ~7 hours, because I love reading shit when I should be sleeping

Lucky Number: 25!

Last Thing I Googled: who the voice actor for Beau on Critical Role was because I’m trying to put real names to their voices (I listen to the podcast not the stream) (FYI it’s Marisha Ray)

Favorite Fictional Character: there’s a really long list and if a character is morally ambiguous, has meme-like humor, or is #relatable they’re probably on there

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: I just got a weighted blanket so 1

Favorite Bands / Artists: Panic! At The Disco, Saint Motel, Fall Out Boy, if it’s alternative it’s on the list

Dream Trip: I really want to visit the UK, I know it’s not hella adventurous but it’s always been a fantasy.

Dream Job: I want to work at NASA and yeet little robots to other planets

What I’m Wearing Right Now: pajama pants and my T-shirt from when I was in ‘Zombie Prom’, my first musical back in 2014

When I Made This Blog: I think it was 3 years ago this July? It’s been a while this blog has seen me go through some phases

How Many Blogs I Follow: 337

Posts: I’m on mobile so I’m gonna guess....at least 5

What I Post About: if it makes me laugh, it goes on the blog.

When My Blog Reached its Peak: Probably when I was participating in the bandom creation challenges, I got a lot of traffic then

Do I Get Asks Everyday: nope

How / Why I Chose My Username: I wanted something clever that didn’t tie me down to a particular fanbase since I’m a fan of many things, versatile, like a Swiss Army knife.

Idk who to tag bc it gives me immense anxiety to ask people to do things so if the Holy Spirit moves you to copy and paste this, fuckin do it my dude

[v-nikivorof]

The Martian AU

Yuuri is a botanist going to Mars for 30 days

Pichit, Otabek, Yurio, JJ and Yuko are his crew

Pichit - is Martinez and nothing will convince me otherwise

Otabek - is 100% Beck

Yurio - of course has to be Johanssen

JJ is the wonderful bomb making Vogel

Yuko - Commander Louis

Viktor - the head of all Mars missions, Yuuri's fiancé

Chris is Annie, the PR gal

Yakov - the director of NASA

Minami - the brilliant Rich Purnell

Mila - Cindy, the discoverer of a very alive Yuuri

NASA sends the crew a warning about a huge storm

Walking back to the Eros III MAV, the satellite breaks looks and slams into Yuuri

He gets knocked out and his vital sings show flat

Yuko is devastated but she calls it and they fly back to the Hermes

They promptly call to NASA to tell them of Yuuri’s demise

When Viktor finds out, he almost destroys his entire office

Only his friend Chris can call him down

He just becomes a robot after that

The rest of the crew on the Hermes tries to focus on the mission of returning home

It's three weeks before anyone actually smiles properly

Two weeks later, Viktor sends an email to Mila to check out the coordinates of the Eros III Mission

When she sees that things have moved since the crew fled she calls Viktor immediately

He breaks every driving law known to man trying to get back to the space station as quick as possible

When they get out of the impromptu meeting, discussing Yuuri and he status of being possibly still alive Viktor collapses in the halls and Chris just barely catches him

Back on Mars, Yuuri can't stop looking at his ring

Once he had finished this mission, He was supposed to be marrying Viktor

He also can't stop looking all the emails that Viktor had sent him while on the Hermes

He swears he's going to get back no matter what it takes

It takes a lot

From farming potatoes from his own waste (not his finest moment)

To blowing himself up trying to create water 

To being at the hands of Commander Yuko's K-Pop

Yuuri breakers down when he can talk to Viktor again thanks to the Pathfinder rover being found

They quickly become a world loved couple when Yuuri signs off with "I’ll come home. I promise. I love you Vitya" all in Russian

Viktor cries for the entire night

Yuuri isn't much better

At lease Yuri isn’t there to tease him about it

The NASA team comes up with a supply mission for Yuuri, and it’s all the world seems to talk about

Until the resupply mission blows up ... literally

Viktor took 45 minutes and a quarter bottle of Vodka before he could tell his fiancé that the plan failed

Chris stays with him the entire night, with his own bottle of wine

Later, a little chicken nugget called Minami burst into Viktor's office screaming "hang up that phone. I know how we can bring Yuuri back home"

Minami’s plan is pure genius, using the Chinese Taiyang Shen rocket to resupply the Hermes, and using the earth’s gravity to shoot it back to Mars

Viktor literally drops his phone on the floor

Minami's plan is shut down, no thanks to Yakov 

Viktor goes behind Yakov’s back and emails the crew the Minami's plan

They decide to go back and get Yuuri. Of course

Yakov threatens to fire Viktor's sorry butt

But he can't go through with the threat

Because for the first time in forever Viktor has life back in his eyes

Viktor almost looses it when Yuuri asks him to tell his parents back in Japan that he might not be making it home

The trip the the Eros IV ship is brutal

And Yuuri’s rations are almost non existent 

He swears that he will. eat Katsudon every day for the rest of his life when he gets back to Earth, and nothing is going to stop him

Yuuri ends up flying like iron man ton reach Yuko when they finally go back to get him

And the crew saves him his favourite meal of Katsudon in celebration of his rescue

The first thing Yuuri does do in go have a shower

The entire crews hearts break when they see that Yuuri has all but become skin and bones just to survive

When Yuuri accepts the video call from Viktor and finally sees his fiancé' face he can't get any words out

Viktor is no better

They just cry together on screen for a solid hour, not that anyone was counting 

After 9 months of space travel Yuuri looks almost as good as new

When they land nothing can stop Yuuri from tackling Viktor to the ground 

They kiss for the first time in way to long and it's the best kiss ever

A year later they're happily married and Yuuri goes on to teach classes and Viktor stays on as director of Mars missions

Yuuri never goes back into space again

But he does live happily ever after with his beautiful husband and precious dog Makkachin

This is way to long but this AU has taken over my life so here. Have it! 

[mgrgfan]

ISF 9 Chronicles, part 4.

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Biganskiy Sergey, personal log.

04.07.419 AFE

Arcanists finished replacing focusing lenses in irradiation chamber. The material for them has to be imported from Kalos mining site, then purified by using some equipment, unknown to me, and many, many kilowatts of electricity and only then they can start forming the lenses themselves. Also, after the initial forming, they have to be autoclaved and microwaved, as well as sterilized by gamma radiation, before further procedures can be commenced, then this cycle has to be repeated again. No wonder they’re so expensive!

08.07.419 AFE

Vitya brought something from his friend in Bioscience Division. Says, that it’s some kind of a “really dank kush” and we shall “blaze it”. Whatever, I guess. My intuition does not say anything bad about it.

08.07.419 AFE

Shiiit... This weed was really dank as flak. We easily glomped two bags of small pies. I think I’m starting to...

08.07.419 AFE

Dude, I can FEEL data. This is such a wonderful feeling... I mean, my brain is a bioneural computer or whatever, the things I maintain are also computers, only non-bioneural. I think I need to share my ideas with IDE.

09.07.419 AFE

I don’t even know what to think anymore. Yesterday, I’ve got really high and wrote a program under the effects of weed. The program itself is fine and good, but the structure and language... How I’ve managed to do it on several esoteric languages... WHAT WILL I TELL TO SUPERIORS?!

EDIT: Thankfully, my high self was high and kind enough to make version on the UPL3 with commentaries. It’s just as optimised as other versions and even has all the commentaries, though I’m yet to fully decipher them, because of them being written under the effects of the weed.

12.07.419 AFE

Arcanists and bioscientists had finally discovered the reason behind the Mega Stone’s explosion. Yes, my suspicions were right - it was tied to the Flygons’ adaptability. Apparently, this metamorphosis-inducing trait conflicts with usual Mega Evolution metamorphic signature or something like this, their speech was complicated. What’s more important is that it’s too similar to the Mega Evo and, when the Proto Stone gets irradiated with Flygon’s tissue serving as life energy modulator, it starts to morph into five kinds of different Mega Stones at the same time, crystallic structure becomes unstable, tensions rise, then boom - every last bit of energy gets released as Stone becomes high-velocity dust.

18.07.419 AFE

Arcanists monitored our region today. They say, that there are some pretty strange readings in the Grey Mountains. No shit. There’s like, a whole science town up there, dedicated to the research of this phenomena! Still, if the readings are strange for them, compared to the previous ones... I don’t like it, not at all.

25.07.419 AFE

Saw arrival of the “Overlord of Skies”-class airship in person. It’s so magnificent. Interestingly enough, some Flygons not just flew along with it, but, like, escorted it, trying to provide additional data as much as they could and helping to correct course. Of course, with autopilot, developed here in the Robotics Sub-Division, it wasn’t necessary, but still, I (and pilot, for what it seems) appreciate it. Looks like those dragon-bugs are smarter than they seem to be...

End of the “NB-CHRN-2″ datafile has been reached.

Access the next datafile?

[noonedefeatsme]

Tagged by @challahchic to list 10 songs I’m vibing right now

Now this changes on a pretty much daily basis and my taste in music is all over the place but I’ll do my best 1) Lone Digger- Caravan Palace 2) Dig Down- Muse 3) Still Breathing- Green Day 4) Danse Bacchanale- Camille Saint-Saëns 5) Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys 6) Toothless Hawkins (And His Robot Jazz Band)- Monstercat 7) Primavera- Ludovico Einaudi 8) Young and Menace- Fall Out Boy 9) Crazy = Genius- Panic! At the Disco 10) Nearly Witches- Panic! At the Disco

I tag @darkotabek @ice-tiger-yura @isabella-yang-style @ice-daddy-vitya @anxious-katsudon @ask--guanghongji @alma--vivo @h-y-p-h-e-n-d-o-t-s @mochigiygas @ra

[dadvans]

TOP FIVE THINGS MASTERPOST (2/3)

Christophe Giacometti’s boyfriend proposes to him in the kiss and cry.  Yuuri is about to go on, is looking up at the big screen saying, “how embarrassing!  I would hate someone making such a public spectacle of a private moment.”  Victor spends Yuuri’s entire free skate canceling the series of ice dancers and crowd participants and camera guys he had hired for a very public proposal that it is NOT HAPPENING.

The entire restaurant erupts with applause when the table next to theirs announces their proposal, an engagement ring presented to a bride in a glass of champagne.  Yuuri says, “I can’t imagine such a tacky and cliched proposal.  Can you really not think of something more personal and romantic than what movies have shown you?”  When the waiter comes around with their ‘complimentary’ glasses of champagne, Victor double-fists them both, swallowing hard around a 10k diamond ring.  “I was very thirsty,” he says, signaling for another round, choking a little.  “So, so thirsty.”

Realizing how flawed his Public Display of Affection technique was, Victor decides to have a more private engagement.  He hides the ring on Makkachin’s harness and has a five-course dinner catered at home, courtesy of him not knowing how to make anything except for protein shakes and scrambled eggs on toast.  Except that’s the day that between Victor getting flowers and Victor picking up his new Soon-To-Be-Ravished Engagement suit, Yuuri takes Makkachin to the groomers and comes back excited to show off a clean-cut dog minus one engagement ring.  (“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the groomer says the next day, flashing a suspicious gold ring they were not wearing the day before with a flip of their hand.  “I didn’t find anything.”)

Yuuri meanwhile realizes what Victor’s game plan has been the entire time, and feeling awful, decides to ask for his hand in marriage in a public display of affection.  They’re seeing a hockey match as a family with Yurio, and Yuuri lets the event staff know ahead of time he would like to propose to Victor on the overhead screen.  The venue tries and fails—the kiss cam lands on Yuuri and Yurio when Victor is getting more drinks.  Yurio sees his moment and Goes For It ™.  

They don’t expect it to go like this: Yuuri on the couch getting a foot rub, face lolling to the side.  “Marry me,” he says, and he means nothing by it, but everything at the same time, and Victor kisses his big toe and says, “I do.”

It’s a home birth.  They’ve got fucking mood tapes made, they have candles, they have a pool in their living room, they have comforting smells.  Yuuri is ready.

Yuuri is NOT ready, but he pretends he is ready.  The comforting smells are not comforting and Victor opens all the windows and he is in so much pain and Yuuri really hates this??? But Victor Does Not Know.  All Victor knows it that Yuuri has a well-organized birthing kit, full of things like ziplock bags he’s written PLACENTA on in his neat, English handwriting, and a cheap shower curtain to line the bathing tub covered in orange and blue squids.  He calls the neighbors about the loud noises and when the baby doesn’t come, but the contractions are shitty, he lets Victor practically break his hand as they walk in circles around their small concrete backyard in New York.  

Yuuri calls the midwife and Yuuri makes green tea with brown rice and Yuuri sweeps the floor approximately twenty-nine times and Yuuri pours him glass after glass of water and sits with him on the edge of the bathtub while he tries and fails to pee and cuts him thin slices of watermelon and wipes his sweaty hair back and traces his fingers through Victor’s scalp.

Yuuri’s face is there.  It’s the only face Victor needs to see.  There’s a midwife and an apprentice and Makkachin (and waiting out in a car trying to manage his own panic attack, Yuri Plisetsky) there too, but as far as Victor’s world is concerned it’s Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri as he pushes and breathes and shifts and breathes and cries and breathes, and Yuuri is there, and he’s beautiful.

Yuuri is so good at positive reinforcement and telling Victor that he did a good job, even though they’re both crying, and he’s so good at holding the baby and looking at the baby and saying, “baby,” with vocal chords capable of making noise, and Yuuri is so good at being tender and wonderful and himself and pressing kisses to Victor’s sweaty temple and cutting the chord and laying next to him and saying, “way to go, papa, looks like we just won gold.”

When he had to tell Victor that Air Bud wasn’t a documentary

When he has to tell Victor that Ronald McDonald isn’t a real person, and definitely not a politician or someone who sacrificed his own life for America.  

No, he never took a giant robot to school.  No, that was—it’s just in a lot of cartoons, Victor.  Giant robots aren’t a thing in Japan.  No, we have a defense force, we do not have an army of giant robots.  

No, Victor, potato vodka is not a vegetable, please stop arguing with me, this is the seventh time.

Victor is devastated when they move to Venice Beach after retiring to find out that rollerblading and fishnet shirts are No Longer A Thing.  Also, that Pauly Shore is no longer relevant.  Victor watches Encino Man seven times that weekend and refuses to go outside.

MAN, i couldn’t answer this one, and i’ll tell you why: even though you wrote “’typically’ masculine,” it just suggests so much and so little.  this is a hard hunger to feed.  when i read this, it seems like someone wants to cement one identity as ‘more masculine’ and another as ‘more feminine’.  it also completely disregards that the idea of ‘masculinity’ is not constant through different cultures, and what ‘masculine’ in russia and ‘masculine’ in japan may not, and is not cohesive with the western idea of masculine.  i tried to answer this initially anyway, but it just made me too uncomfortable.  yuuri and victor are men, but they shouldn’t be regulated by that, and they also shouldn’t have to live out expectations beyond that.  i don’t feel comfortable defining that.  does that make sense?  i hope this doesn’t bum you out, but for multiple reasons, i couldn’t answer this one.

The entire sequence of Yuuri’s breakdown in the parking lot, his free skate, to the kiss in episode seven.  I love Georgi’s FS music when they’re recovering from seeing each other raw and walking toward the rink, I love Yuuri’s recognition of Victor as an imperfect human and imperfect coach, I love the monologue while he skates, I LOVE him attempting the quad flip for the first time.  The kiss was the first part I had seen of the anime, and it convinced me to watch the show, because I’m so tired of queerbating, but!! When i saw it within the series, the emotions that built up to it completely wrecked me.  I still get emotional watching it.

I have watched the airport scene from the end of episode 9 probably just as much as I’ve watched the kiss.  The way Victor says, “it would be nice if you never retired.”  Fucks me up!!! Just fucks me up.

Any second that Christophe Giacometti is on screen.  I love him.  I love him so much.  

The entire first nine episodes with the new eyes of the episode ten reveal. Coupled with the last ten seconds of episode ten.  “BEEEEE MAAAAAAI COOOOOOCHI”

The fucking pairs skate, fucking end me, jesus fucking christ.  

HONORABLE MENTIONS: when they hug during the flashback over Yuuri getting that 4F score, when they kiss rings, touch hands, touch each other, whenever Victor gets in Yuuri’s space that no one else is allowed to occupy but Victor can with ease, the aggressive hugging sequence in episode nine, just like, the entire fucking series, leave me alone.

Yuri doesn’t give a shovel talk, but he does suggest he and Yuuri kill Victor with a shovel so they can be together forever.

Yakov wants to tell Yuuri to be good to Vitya, but after the incident at the Rostelecom Cup, he realizes that Victor probably needs the shovel talk a lot more than Yuuri.  Yuuri doesn’t skate past Yakov’s criticisms sing-songing “I can’t he-e-a-a-r y-o-o-o-u,” and he doesn’t invite the entire st. petersburg philharmonic to compose from the stands while he works on his new routine, and in the end yakov’s shovel talk is more like, “if you ever need help burying his body, it would please me greatly to help.”

Georgi tries to give Yuuri the shovel talk, because Georgi understands Real Pain, and it’s what he would have wanted when his heart was broken, but then Yuuri looks away and grabs at the inside of his elbow shyly and says, “I heard what you went through with Anya, I can only imagine how that felt, so I understand—“ and Georgi is crying Yuuri suddenly and holding him.  

“I didn’t think he had a heart to break before he met you,” Mila admits as they watch Victor practicing his jumps.  He’s been able to add another half rotation to his triple axel, but his knees have been hurting him lately, and in turn it hurts to watch how determined he can be when he really wants something and has no way of hiding from it.  “But he does, even if he’s better at hiding how he feels about you than he does about his sport.  You break his heart, I break your legs.”

Victor’s always been Lilia’s favorite student from Yakov, and she’s always had a working rivalry with Minako, so any time Victor shows up in less than perfect form, when he and Yuuri aren’t looking at each other with the usual tenderness in the mornings, she sees no problem in pulling Yuuri aside and making him do hundreds on a reformer until he’s throwing up.  It’s more effective than any shovel talk.

[katzuyas]

carry on, darling, we were built to last

"Hey, Vitya, have you seen my laptop?" Yuuri asked, looking around. "I swear I–"

"Yuuri!"

"What?" He blinked, turning around and immediately backing up from the star-eyed, grinning Victor. "What?"

"What did you just say?" Victor came closer, his steps like a predator's who has just sniffed out its pray.

Yuuri swallowed. "Have you seen my laptop?"

"Before that," Victor's grin was so sharp, Yuuri had trouble focusing on anything else.

When his brain finally caught up to what Victor wanted to hear, heat rushed to Yuuri's cheeks. It was a little embarrassing, because the name just slipped out of his mouth without any warning since he'd been thinking so much about surprising Victor and calling him that one day. It was even more embarrassing when Victor clearly wanted him to repeat it while staring closely at his lips.

Yuuri's whole face reddened.

"Vitya."

There was a moment of silence before... Victor squealed. Like a little girl that sees a doll she wants. He squealed and jumped on Yuuri, hugging him so tight it was hard to breathe. But Yuuri didn't necessarily mind it.

"Once more," Victor demanded.

Yuuri's ears stung a little, red, but he repeated obediently, "Vitya."

And Vitya giggled.

It was so unexpectedly cute that Yuuri couldn't react at first. His heart was beating wildly in his chest for some reason and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether. And then he chuckled too, and hugged Victor back, because his happiness was infectious and Yuuri didn't feel like fighting it.

"You really like when I call you that?" he asked, smiling into Victor's shoulder.

"You have no idea," Victor replied, and Yuuri just knew he was grinning from his voice alone. "But there's one more I want you to try."

He pulled back a little, looking at Yuuri with sparkling eyes. How could Yuuri say no to that?

"What is it?"

"Try to say Vitenka." Victor's voice trembled a little and Yuuri thought he knew why since his own heart trembled as well.

Yuuri licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat, gathering courage, very aware that Victor's whole attention was tuned in on him.

"V-Vitenka," he said, looking up at Victor.

The reaction was equally as intense as before, but so much more subtle. Victor's cheeks flushed, his ears turned red, and his eyes widened so much Yuuri thought he would pass out. And the worst was: Victor was quiet. He wasn't saying anything, wasn't making any sounds at all, almost as if Yuuri's words were a magical spell that froze him into a living statue.

"Victor?" Yuuri asked. "Are you okay?"

It snapped him out of the weird state. Victor blinked.

"Ah, yes, I'm okay." He covered his mouth with a hand, looking away and mumbling, "It was just cuter than I imagined..."

Yuuri smiled, relieved. "Can we go back to the matter at hand then?"

"Yes, right." Victor nodded and Yuuri looked about the room once more, turning his back on him. "What were you saying before, Yuu-chan?"

Yuuri was never struck with lightning, but in that moment he imagined it must have felt a little like that. His whole body froze, temperature suddenly rising until his face turned red up to the roots of his hair. Robotically, totally numb, he turned to Victor.

"Wha–"

"Yuu-chan," Victor repeated. "Did I pronounce it right?"

He did. Perfectly.

"Yuu-chan, are you okay?" Victor asked, concerned, but he was smiling as if he knew Yuuri's internal dilemma.

And Yuuri was in deep, deep trouble.