#gil is still Sharp Sharp Sharp tho

[romatito]

oh hey its the three banes of austria's existence. that im still trying to find designs i like for >.>;;

[phoenixyfriend]

The “Momma Sturmvoraus was Literally Satan” AU

As requested by @spazzbot​. This AU was initially brainstormed on the GG fanworks server almost a year ago. Specifically, on the first day of 2020.

[ID: a truncated discord message by “Miss Nixy, Gay for RoboLadies” posted 01/01/2020. The message reads “I need to sleep but please for the moment consider:” and ends there.]

So. Let’s get to it.

Satan took a human form because why not see what's going on topside, live like a human, and “Oh shit is this pregnancy? This is pregnancy. Fuck, that's a tiny human. Which is now half demon. Am I supposed to take care it? Wonder if retconing this form into that Valois family was a bad idea. They do have SO much money though, I get to live like a queen. I suppose another child shouldn't hurt, it wasn't that bad. Oh, he's cute, this is actually making sense, why humans do all the sinning. Not counting dear Aaronev's murders, of course, those are just evil, but I did search out the worst of the humans to pair myself to...”

This is literally just "Tarvek and Anevka's mom was low-key Satan on a bored “let's be human for a decade or two to see what happens” jaunt, consequences happen because these kids are LITERALLY half-demon and arguably anti-Christs."

Also it's just Very Funny for Tarvek, ineffectual sexy lamp fashion twunk extraordinaire, to be an antichrist

Jeff thinks he’s pretty. Jeff keeps describing features that don’t entirely make sense. (Jeff’s canon name is Karl Thotep but they spent so long unnamed that the server collectively named them Jeff.)

This is not a crossover with anything, btw. Ambiguously Pop Culture Satan just got bored and went to have babies with a serial killer.

They’re just kids! That are vaguely demonic. So. Moreso than the rest of the Valois.

Sometimes "mom" comes back from the dead and visits Anevka and Tarvek to impart Wisdom and possibly magic lessons The rooms always smell faintly of sulfur after that...

They try to put Anevka in the machine but SHE isn't hurt and the MACHINE just melts

So that's the end of that.

It's very awkward for everyone, but the paperwork isn't too bad. It's very easy to write "incidental fire began during late-fugue experimentation, resulted in fire spreading through six rooms and several casualties, including Prince Aaronev Wilhelm Sturmvoraus."

As per @atagotiak​, “I feel like if we’re going in any way dimensional weirdness with thing, Tarvek got so good at exploring bc he could just clip through walls.”

With image provided by @thisarenotarealblog​:

Tarvek in Paris: My dead mother keeps showing up in my dreams to tell me I need to seduce my way out of my problems and also she looks like Satan. Tarvek's Voltaire-Appointed Therapist: I still don't know what that means. Just like the last five times. Tarvek: I keep telling her that I can’t seduce Colette, if seduction is that important she should get Anevka to do it.

Like he probably wouldn’t say most of that in front of any Voltaire-approved individual, but still.

Tarvek is still very good at self control but there's a Special Edge to his rants.

(Derailed in the moment to me thinking about Anevka in a sfw-but-concerningly-deadly succubus getup, because... yeah.)

Aaronev dies and goes to hell and his dead wife is just there like "hi! Time to be tortured for eternity!" He wasn't a good husband so. He can't exactly sentimentalize his way out.

“In the sexy way?” “... not for you, no.”

Mostly I just want the BULLSHIT that is "Storm Mom was actually just Satan getting bored and going on vacation as a retconned Valois girl, the kids are half-demons and sometimes it Shows."

To clarify: the Satan bit isn't the retcon. Grandma used to have one daughter. Now there are two. (Seffie and Martellus's mother doesn't remember being an only child, but sometimes...)

Satan retconned a new daughter in, which included a Valid Valois Venusian Vestment, so the blood tests play out.

The subtle signs of wrongness would be fun too. Anevka tends to smile a bit too wide and sharp for a human face. Inexplicable uneasiness, here you can’t point at any specific thing that’s wrong but it’s uncomfortable. Uncanny valley prettiness, almost like the porcelain she became in other timelines. Skin isn’t supposed to be that smooth.

My brain's pre-nap contribution at that point was "Satan's pronouns when not pretending to Human are sin/sinself" which is! Certainly a thing.

Tarvek, at some nebulous future point: I mean, your ancestors were monsters, but my dad was a serial killer and my mom was literally Satan, instead of just figuratively like Lucrezia, so. I mean. I kind of get what you're going through.

Per @firebirdeternal: Tarvek and Anevka growing up with "you're allergic to holy water" and not questioning it until a little later because What.

And then they test it and it's like "yeah, no, there's a rash now. That stung. What the fuck."

It INFURIATES Gil in Paris when Tarvek tells him that's a thing, because there's nothing chemically different about Holy water and regular water. But no, this is somehow happening.

It gets logged in medical journals as a Valois genetic thing because, well, Mom was like that too, right?

One time they both go into a church for an Adventure and Gil is very annoyed to find that Tarvek is like. Faintly smoking. It smells like burnt hair in here.

Gil: What smells like burnt hairgel? Tarvek: [glares]

Gil decides that it must be something particular to the church, like a fungus or something in the stone, contaminating the air and water so it only LOOKS like the holiness is what's setting off reactions.

It is not.

Tarvek once got into an argument with someone and ate a slab of raw, completely uncooked meat as a power move.

SVV seems to work perfectly. Everyone is fine. We get the ‘you fight like ducks’ moment.

And then Tarvek bursts into flames, and everyone panics because no they fixed this what the fuck is he still infected with Hogfarb’s oh my god... and then everything settles down and he's perfectly fine. Not a scratch on him, no longer turning funny colors. Completely unharmed. He's in a nicely tailored suit and looks faintly stunned

"I just met my dead mom, who's apparently Satan. She told me that after I died the first time just now, I should be harder to kill later, especially with fire, because now there's more demon and less mortal and guys I think I'm going crazy." "Is that a martini?" Tarvek looks down. "Apparently."

Tarvek starts just. Randomly setting things on fire by glaring too hard and has to tone it down. Meanwhile, Agatha and Gil are having crises about how he's somehow getting PRETTIER.

Is he faintly glowing? Maybe!

Gil handles it by angrily sniping at Tarvek about how of COURSE he's an evil little rat with a background like that.

Tarvek just wants a nap and to forget this ever happened. Many people are sworn to secrecy. It's very awkward.

Still, SVV did something, for handwave-y reasons, and so they're linked now. Gil and Agatha both getting tiny flashes of the same shenanigans.

They get none of the powers. They just keep getting Weird Shit.

Other characters with divine influence are like "Did you.... did you make a pact with a demon?" "What no that's our boyfriend."

Tho tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if a Heterodyne did sign a contract with a demon at some point in exchange for like. Materials. A hundred souls sacrificed in exchange for some succubus blood. Thanks!

Tarvek and Othar: Falling out of CW as in canon. Tarvek: WHAT THE HELL SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE WINGS HIDE THIS BEFORE I GET BOOTED FROM THE LINE FOR THE THRONE

IDK where Anevka is during all this. I think she might have decided to go sleep her way through the courts of the Ice Tsars. Vacation, y'know?

Othar after he's decided to make Tarvek his new Heroic Apprentice: AH, my poor afflicted young friend, it's noble of you to go against the dark nature of your tragic heritage like this. Tarvek: I hate you. I wish I could hate you to death. But you have a point. I shouldn't let my father's blood limit what I strive for in life. Othar: I... I thought your mother was... Tarvek: I know what I said.

Tarvek: Also you can't tell ANYONE about that, I can't have them thinking I'm not actually in line for the Storm King's throne.

He does admittedly have to like. Explain things to Grandma.

Terabithia is Tarvek’s maternal grandmother so this is supremely awkward. That said...

Grandma fondly remembers her pregnancy cravings; bone marrow and sulfur.

"Yeah so, my mother, your daughter, was... maybe actually Satan? But retconned into your life?" "Tarvek, darling, please. I figured that out half a century ago."

TARVEK ACCIDENTALLY FINDS HIM HIMSELF WEIRDLY INTENSE AT CONTRACTS

I mean that honestly just Tracks about Tarvek anyways? But like moreso.

He just. Writes something up and there's things getting signed or shook on and then the person tries to break the contract and either suddenly catch fire or are deeply unlucky for a set amount of time.

And Tarvek's just standing there like "how in the FUCK did I do that?"

Severity of infernal punishment depends on the severity of the breach of contract.

Tarvek finds out that Anevka's been convincing rich people to sign their souls over to her. It's a fun challenge. She keeps them in jars.

They can still remotely pilot their bodies but like. They can't TELL anyone what happened.

Satan: I'm going to go make babies and now everyone else has to deal with the consequences.

Anevka's living up to that whole "princess of hell" vibe. Tarvek's just like "nope nope nope I want the storm throne, not the hell throne, BYE MOM."

Satan's just feeling sinself down in hell like "awwww look at my babies go, aren't they adorable?"

Tarvek: Anevka, what... first off, how did you figure it out? Anevka: Well, I temporarily died when father put me in the machine, and... I can't say that hell kicked me out because they were afraid I'd take over, but mother DID say she'd rather I play about with human governments instead of Hell's. Tarvek: Okay, cool cool cool. What after you planning to DO with all these souls? Anevka: They make for some lovely reading lamps, don't they?

(Anevka absolutely sets herself the goal of acquiring new titles that rival her old ones, or even surpass them. She just black widows her way through Europa.)

I just want someone (probably Snackleford) to ascend, take one look at Tarvek, and run SCREAMING.

Tarvek still needed to be anchored to Higgs, because Tarvek is Baby.

Gil is eventually in a relationship with an Eternal God Queen and the Literal Son of Satan.

Family dinners can include ALL the in-laws if you duck down to hell! - You borrow Bill from... probably heaven, maybe purgatory. - You have Lu and Aaronev and Satan already there, though the first two... well. Aaronev and Lu get invited to dinner but they have to eat by themselves at the kiddy table and nobody talks to them or acknowledges their presence. After all, this is hell, and what better punishment for Lu than to be completely ignored, and for Aaronev to see Lu at her worst and be reminded that he gave everything for this horrible, horrible person who isn't even pretending to care about him anymore. - Zanta and Klaus get invited via portal. - Anevka saunters in with a blood-soaked dress and a complaint about militant demon-hunters refusing to let her go shopping for a new pair of shoes. - Zeetha tagged along with the OT3. (She can't wait to see this situation explode.)

Oh God, Satan is actually second place as far as good parenting goes.

Well, actually, fourth. Because Adam and Lilith. But second as far as bio parents go. 1. Zanta 2. Satan 3. Klaus 4/5. Lu and Aaronev N/A. Bill

Someone (Anevka) decides to stir the pot and invites Von Pinn, Terabithia, Bang.

Bang is basically Gil’s older sister, right? Right.

This is Zanta meeting Bang for the first time! Zanta is just: "It's so nice to meet my husband's adopted daughter." Klaus freezes. Bang freezes. Gil is the only one who is just. "Yeah." Meanwhile Zeetha is crying with laughter off to the side because both of them deserve this. (Zanta would legit love Bang though.)

Agatha: Tarvek, I think DuPree is-- Tarvek: Hitting on my sister? I know. Agatha: On your mom, actually. Tarvek: NO!

Also I do love the idea of like. Nobody tells Bang they're inviting her. She just wakes up in Hell like. "Ah. Yes. Fair enough."

Satan: Oh no no no my dear, you're here as a guest. Besides as well as you'd fit you're not one of mine, you've got other things waiting for you. Bang: Okay, but I love the decor. And is that Cheesecake?

Bang’s family has their own evil god in the novels, but! Bang DID pick on Tarvek a lot in Paris. Satan cares more than Anevka does. Bang might get the sexy punishment.

I feel like the fact that no permanent damage was done and it taught Tarvek a lot of things means Satan isn't gonna be all that upset about it.

And let's be real, if there's a character in GG who could look the literal Christian devil in the eye and be like "Yeah I tortured your kid, what're you going to do about it?" it's Bang.

Even Satan doesn't know what to do or think about Othar.

He sure is here! As Anevka’s arm candy! Nobody knows what to do except Anevka herself, who just wants to be Smug.

(What's that scene from Phineas and Ferb that's the mad scientist trapping the platypus within the rules of polite dining at a fine restaurant? Like he can't make a scene because that would be rude?) (That. Othar would dearly love to start a fight, but it's a Family Dinner. You're only allowed to fight verbally at those.)

(Othar isn't even fighting Satan, he just wants to argue with Klaus.) (And maybe fanboy in Bill's direction a bit).

[thebeautyoffandoms]

*cracks knuckles* Aight, I have a million thoughts about pandora hearts ALL THE TIME, so buckle up. The previous ask about Leo/Elliot vs Gil/Oz was 👌 but what I love about the two separate Servant/Master dynamics is how the characters are foils to each other. Like. It’s so good. When Oz and Gil met, Oz was in that phase of his life where he wanted to feel reliable and so he told Gil to lean on him—Gil, as we know, was Pretty Messed Up™ and didn’t want to think about anything, so he threw himself into his role as a servant. So, they had kind of an unhealthy yet balanced(?) master/servant relationship. Contrast that to when Elliot met Leo and it’s like day and night. Leo was completely content living as the top dog in his orphanage, getting the younger kiddos to behave, reading books, and playing the piano. Leo didn’t need anything—he didn’t even want to be looked at or really acknowledged. Then comes Elliot (bless his lovely face) barging in and getting in his face, wanting everyone to know who he is and why his family is respectable instead of shady. He is loud and proud (literally lmao). Instead of jumping at the opportunity to be the servant of the youngest Nightray son, Leo actually responds with “no way in hell” to his offer. It’s my absolute favorite thing. Everything about Elliot is something Leo has deliberately avoided up to that point in his life, yet he concedes because he finds Elliot interesting. Where Gil is blind to what his master does, Leo is absolutely enthralled by his master’s (often idiotic) choices and corrects him when he needs it. Gil doesn’t do this, not always out of fear of his master, but I think because he knows about Oz’s severely perfectionistic ideals and goals. So as to not deride his master or make him feel low, he instead chooses to suggest things in a loose manner. Anyway, I ain’t gonna apologize that this is way super long cuz I don’t really have anyone else who talks PH so lol. Your thoughts?

my thoughts? so so so many- ahem- anyway! i think you put it pretty perfectly- the fact that, to be honest, if i gave someone a description of Leo (especially before-Elliot Leo), then a description of Elliot, I'm not sure they'd exactly say "woah, they'd be great having to spend most of their time together!" honestly, they'd probably even fit into "rivals (from a shoujo manga more than a shounen i'd think)" category??

Elliot and Leo, in my opinion, are sort of like... perfect opposites? or maybe the whole "opposites attract" thing? or maybe even not since, like you said, Leo simply found Elliot (Nightray. Elliot Nightray, proudly wearing the Nightray name. Why? Leo probably didn't know-) entertaining (understandably so. I'm sure many did- our lovely, precious, cocky teenage boy barging into an orphanage, just to yell at the same kid every time- we love to see it, love to see it) and wanted to read from the library- plus, that "no way in hell" line is one of my favorites- Leo, an orphan, when compared to an rich boy aristocrat like Elliot, doesn't have much to be proud of but, my goodness, is Leo proud in his own way. Why would someone who preferred to keep to himself and his books most of the time, want to have anything to do with.. well- Elliot?? Taking care of a boy (a loud, frankly obnoxious at times, boy) who's perfectly capable of laying out his own clothes isn't exactly ideal, yk? But, the fact that he accepts, and considering the fact that Leo is indeed at least obligated to lay out Elliot's clothes makes me laugh.

ANYWAY, comparing our two best master/servant relationships, you're still exactly right. Gil looks up to Oz, and Oz treats him... like... a really annoying older brother may?? I'm not sure how else to put "bullies him, but like?? affectionately", since Leo definitely "bullies Elliot, but like?? affectionately" in a completely different way. Leo sees Elliot as a friend, despite being obligated to call him his master, the same way Elliot sees Leo as a friend. Looking at Oz and Gil you see "master/servant." (also like you said, in a borderline unhealthy way) Looking at Elliot and Leo you see "friend/friend." Sure, as time passes Gil (eventually) drops the "young master" from Oz's name, but you still get the master/servant vibes throughout it all- maybe less at the end, when they've both grown in different ways, it feels a bit more natural? But, it's been a while since I've read it, so I'm not sure if Gil ever really drops the "I look up to you, Oz." Leo, however, I'm not sure he looked up to Elliot even once- maybe admired him for a split second, but... as much as I love him, and as much as I personally admire Elliot, he makes some idiotic decisions. Having Leo correct him is all part of the fun tho- plus, it makes the scene after Elliot scolds(? maybe not the right word, but i'm too excited to rant about ph to care) Oz feel a bit different? When Leo tells him something along the lines of "I'll scold you when you deserve it" (that's definitely a good way off the mark, but I have it in my mind ahh)

It's also fun to think about everything that must have happened between Elliot and Leo that wasn't shown. They spent years together, after all- not every day could be summarized in those flashbacks or scenes. All the arguments we missed, and all of the fun times. Leo and Elliot aren't the most perfect together, since their personalities clash pretty hard- so I'm sure they both got sick of each other, but, sort of like siblings do, they still cared for the other. No matter how hard and long they argued, they were still friends- heck, the fact that they argue so much makes it feel even less like a master and his servant. Leo's got a sharp tongue and shorter-than-average temper, and Elliot has a short temper and sharper-than-average tongue. It's honestly funny- these boys give me so much joy, as I'm sure they did for each other. I'll also choose not to think of the hard times, thank you very much. Yk, the confusion, the guilt Leo must have felt, what was going on in their heads when things started to get weird- i.e., when Elliot said he composed the song that Leo claimed to have.

I'm sure there's so much more I could add to this, and maybe some I got scrambled, or maybe I missed your point entirely, BUT- long story short, I love both Elliot and Leo so very dearly, and their relationship has made me laugh and cry- and still can, even after I've finished the series-

[brawltogethernow]

hey i just saw that urban fantasy thing with jaegars and i really liked it i hope you have a good day

Instead of trying to convey how direct messages like this turn me into some kind of rainbow good vibes explosion reaction gif and cause me to do cringey pleased wiggle dances, I’m just going to use this ask to post another word doodle set in the same universe. Part..3 of 4 except 2 doesn’t exist yet, or something.

- -

Gil didn’t get the texts immediately, because smartphones reacted to areas where magic was really dense about the same way they did to extreme temperatures. And to follow that metaphor he’d been out in below freezing weather all day. Fighting...polar bears?

Okay, maybe that comparison had outlived its usefulness.

Anyway by the time his phone turned back on, they were already a few hours old.

hey, they read.

baby bro.

so i’m not HUNDO P sure, obvs

but i THINK there was a monster in my laundry closet?

my roommate and i murdered it for great justice, tho, or something. again, not sure. thought you’d want to come check it out either way

so come tell me if my dryer is haunted and i’ll make you chai

Weird. Gil worried his boba straw with his teeth.

I know how to make my own chai, he typed. This was the only name the spiced milky tea recipe their mother had made up to give baby Zeetha had.

ya but u think mine is better! don’t lie i know it

Zeetha’s was, on some ephemeral level, better. Gil maintained that this was an objective fact, and also deeply unfair. He actually paid attention to ingredient measurements when he made things. Zeetha cooked with her feelings. It should not matter that she had grown up with their mom, actually watching her throw her handful of pet recipes together, if he was exactly duplicating the preparation process!

Sure thing, LITTLE SIS, he sent, spitefully.

They did not actually know who was older. It was a point of contention.

Gil’s stupid-sharp teeth split the thick plastic. He gagged and spit out the tip of the straw. Wonderful.

that’s a yes. see u soon - wait r u nearbish or nah?

I’ll take a Ley, he typed. Then he added, Nearbish.

*nearish

i typed nearby and changed it bc your travel times are disengaged from common sense don’t razz me

He typed, Look, I’ve never had a sibling before. I’m kind of pulling from TV for guidance, looked at it, then backspaced all of it.

Sorry? he sent.

it was a joke, nerd!

Maybe he should’ve just sent it.

A café factotum guy’s Roomba-esque route around the room brought him bumping up against Gil’s booth. “Heyyy, are we still good here?” he asked in a fast drawl.

Then he paused a beat and gave Gil an appreciative once-over so overt that Gil, who had been called “charmingly dense” about when he was being flirted with in the past (by his childhood friend/nemesis, who had then stared at him for a long moment as if hoping he would pick up on some subtext which was still unclear to him), actually noticed.

He felt his face heat up.

Maybe he should have gotten a new shirt before getting a snack? This one was kind of Kirked up. He just...lost a lot of shirts. To the line of duty. He wasn’t actually sure if he had any unharmed ones left. And his jacket was still fine! Well, the zipper was broken. But that hadn’t been because of anything with claws, it had just been eaten by a washing machine.

Waiter guy crooked a smile at Gil. “Get back from a rough day at...”

His gaze paused on the two-handed sword Gil had laid across his table so he could to try to wipe dark purple ichor off of it with recycled paper napkins dipped in his complimentary ice water.

“...At...” he tried again.

Gil also looked at the table. The sword was slightly too long not to hang over the edge by a few inches. It was surrounded by a field of devastated paper.

“Lacrosse,” said Gil. “Lacrosse drills.”

He felt bad about guiding people into easy-to-swallow misapprehensions. But he felt even worse about leaving them to flounder around until they came up with explanations on their own, so. Gil was a fictitious connoisseur of...so many contact sports, most of which he had never actually played.

Thus redirected (Gil was a monster, and it had nothing to do with the teeth), waiter guy proceeded to laugh that he didn’t know anything about lacrosse but bet it gave you great arms, then cheerfully bullied Gil into ordering a takeout container of soup.

Gil started sifting quarters out of his change purse so he could tip without flashing Empire-stamped ingots, which were whammied with the meanest Fade-concentrating spell to counter the innate insecurity of establishing a standardized money system. (He should probably just get a separate wallet, he thought for approximately the 72nd time that week.) His phone, set on a carefully gore-free corner of the table, lit up with a reminder notification. He tapped it back on.

Is your roommate okay? he sent.

pretty sure, Zeetha answered. she had backup?

she brought three...weird...old men. frat boys?

...frat men.

What?

i don’t know!

Okay, turn the horseshoe upside-down, I’ll be there tonight.

[placesyoucallhome]

“Rui, you look like hell.” 

The miqo’te only sighed, a low growl looking up over the stained cup of coffee as he grabbed at the papers shoved in his mailbox at the viera staring him down with pity. He probably did. He hadn’t slept in a few days, and he was surely covered in plaster and paint. Thi was likely his third pot of coffee, and the smell of rum stuck a bit too closely to his skin. He didn’t want to fall asleep, he couldn’t, he didn’t know what he’d find there. 

“If I go into the house, will it be torn apart again?” Salt huffed again, she already knew the answer of course, she would have bet gil on it if she had any. It was so often his go to project when he was upset, and since she hadn’t heard even a whisper from Ruhka for the past few weeks, she was sure something awful had happened. If only she’d been a bit faster to return from Ishgard’s academias. 

“...‘M almos’ done wh’ it’.” Ruhka muttered, shuffling through papers. That wasn’t a lie, he’d torn apart the most important part, the dearest part. It cut like a barbed blade, but wasn’t it worse to keep it stuck in his chest? What was the point of sentimentalities anyways? This was a business, calling it anything else was a mistake. A bar, a sitting area, a library, whatever, something to take clients to. That’s all, that’s it.

“Rui! Didn’t you just build it all up only last month?!” Salt stamped her foot in the still lingering snow. 

Ruhka stopped on a parchment, reading it over again and again, claws flexing as if he couldn’t decide whether to tear it to shreds or not. “Tch. He didn’t fuckin write this. Gods damned asshole. Shiro… Aye, I bet C’allie fuckin sent this out.” 

“Don’t you change the subject on me kit!” Salt admonished, “Wasn’t that a lot of gil you spent on it?” 

Waving the concern away, gil wasn’t a worry at this point, he wanted the bar torn apart, he tore it apart. No longer made for someone else, just for Ruhka himself. But as answer he handed over the flyer. “Wh- Jax... wasn’t that the-” 

“Don’t.” He cut her off, earning a raised eyebrow for his sharpness. “...D’ yeh want those books from Gubal in a week or in three months?” 

Salt’s other eyebrow shot up, “Oh?” She looked back at the paper, Jax, yes she was sure that was the name she remembered through Ruhka’s ramblings over linkshells when she’d call. He’d seemed content for once then. Not so much anymore. “Going to throw me to the wolves, are you kitten?” 

“Don’t take his shit.” He warned, knocking back the last rum flavored coffee in his mug and turning back for the mansion, “Lark’ll take yeh t’ Kugane if’n yeh needs, I ain’t tho. I’ll pay fer full market price, he won’t say no, the asshole’s always broke.” 

The Sharlayan sighed, her ears dropping back, but she wouldn’t argue, he’d rescind the offer if she tried. Recovering those tomes from the abandoned library was certainly a part of it, she wanted those back. The rather larger part though, was that she could read her little Rui too well. Caring too much even through whatever hurt had been inflicted. This was going to be nothing but a mess.

Re: Jax’s employment flyer @tigjax​

[malcolmwhitly-bright]

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.” I’d love to see Gil say this to Malcolm, but Mal doesn’t listen & goes out anyways and gets WHUMPPEDD🤍

1. I’m so sorry this took so long

2. Don’t hate me for what you’re about to head. You said whump, didn’t say nothing about any comfort tho

Dani gets pregnant. A night of fun turned into her problem. So she sits in her apartment and sobs. The bathroom tile is cold and her bare legs freeze. Her hair is a mess. She can’t make spaghetti without making way too much. She doesn’t know how to braid and every time she opens a Capri sun she stabs the straw completely through it.

“Uhhh.” She doesn’t know why but she calls Malcolm. He picks up the phone with a groan and that’s something she’s learned about him recently. He’s up all night, she can almost always talk to him at any point during the night but if she wants to then Malcolm will answer just not conventionally. “Mmmmm?” He doesn’t know how to talk to people after a certain hour in the night (not that he knows how to during regular hours either).

She sighs,” I’m pregnant.”

Malcolm chokes. She’s not sure what he’s doing but all the noises in the background stops. Nothing but silence over the line as Malcolm processes the news he’s just been given. “Huh,” he clears his throat. “You know, all the times I dreamt about news like this I always thought it would come from a stranger over the phone. You know?” He hums,” or, you know, it would at least come from someone I had slept with.”

Dani rolls her eyes. She tosses the test down on the floor, letting it clatter until it slides against the toilet. She hears Malcolm move over the phone, not thinking anything about it until she hears him pick up his keys. “What’re you doing?” She’s suddenly self-conscious about calling him. He’s not the father. Why did she call him? He can’t-

“Uhm,” Malcolm climbs into his car, she can hear the door shut. “I was gonna hit the corner shop. Pick up some ice cream.” 

Dani’s eyebrows pinch in confusion.

“Mint chocolate chip is still your favorite, right?” The car stops and she leans against the toilet seat. She can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. This is why she called him. “Oh, or I could get those sandwiches- Now I’m hungry. I’m never hungry.”

Dani smiles. Her problems melting away. She can figure this out. It’s a baby. Nothing can ever compare to dealing with Malcolm Bright. “I would really appreciate the ice cream.”

She can hear his smile,” trust me, I know.” After a moment he adds,” if I get chicken nuggets do you want to spl-”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even let me finish, Dani.”

She rolls her eyes. She knows exactly what he was going to say. Her + Him + a 20 piece chicken nugget meal from McDonald’s. He’ll order a large iced tea, drink half on the ride over, and give her the rest. “I’ll see you when you get here.” She looks down at the test,” and… Thank you, Malcolm. For-For coming.”

Malcolm chuckles,” anytime, you know that.”

For some reason, he really means that.

“Stop looking at my vagina Bright!”

Malcolm shakes his head, eyes huge. His hand is holding hers and he’s as pale as a ghost. As far as the nurses know he’s the dad. It was the only way Gil could get him back and Gil had to get Malcolm back there. Dani’s broken sobs, ‘I can’t do this! I can’t!’ were breaking his heart and Gil knew the only person who could help her was sitting in the waiting room just as much as a mess.

Malcolm glances back down, each time a doctor or nurse shouts his eyes look. He can’t help it. “I’m not trying to,” he defends himself, wincing when her hand tightens around his. “Her head is huge Dani and she’s got so much hair.”

Dani screams, pushing as the nurse asks her to. 

“Dad?” The doctor stands, a ball of wiggling, crying baby in his hands. “Wanna cut the cord?”

Malcolm looks at Dani, eyes still huge and he has no idea what to do. 

Dani’s sobbing too. Utterly exhausted. She nods her head and he knows she wants him to. It’s an unasked, unsaid invitation into her and her child’s life.

“She’s got so much hair,” Malcolm’s afraid to touch her. He can’t tear his eyes away though. The parenting books didn’t say anything about all the hair. Every baby he’d ever seen was bald. Then again, Dani has very thick curly hair so maybe it’s genetics. Would that mean babies with bald dads aren’t born with hair? He opens his mouth to ask but she cuts him off.

“Will you be her GodFather?”

Malcolm freezes. Emotions flooding his brain. People don’t trust him things let alone their children. He breaks mugs all the time, his hands are just too shaky. He forgets to eat and he’s a hazard to himself. 

“You don’t have to-”

“Dani,” Malcolm smiles sadly down at her. “I would love nothing more.” He reaches down and squeezes her hand,” I was just surprised you ask.”

Dani squeezes his hand back. She looks down at the baby in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Dani knows, without a doubt in her mind, that she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Malcolm. He’s been her rock. 

Nights full of ugly sobs as she cries through crappy romcoms. Tucking her cold toes under his thighs on the couch. Morning sickness. Giving up coffee for three months when she told him the scent made her want to vomit. Going out to get weird foods. Holding her hand through labor.

She smiles up at him,” you’re my best friend, Malcolm. Who else would I ask?” 

The room suddenly fills with people. JT, his wife, Gil, and Edrisa. They’ve got balloons and flowers. Malcolm steps away from the bed. Allows them their moment but Dani doesn’t miss the way his eyes track the baby, never leaving her tiny body no matter who is holding her.

He’s there though. 

For everything.

“Mallory does not like peas,” he informs her, weird-looking green vomit on his shirt.

-

“Tell your mommy what you just called me,” he holds her up under her arms, acting angry as Mallory babbles some nonsense to Dani. 

-

“No, no,” he says from her living room. Mallory out on the carpet in front of him. “Say, Malcolm. Malcolm?” Mallory screeches, throwing a block against another block. She offers him a ‘mamama!’ He groans.

-

“Yeah!” He’s right beside Dani, arms raised in the air in triumph. All three of them shouting in glee, Mallory falling back on her little butt. “I can’t believe it!” He declares,” she took her first steps!”

-

“These are big girl underwear,” he shows her the carebears on them. “If you don’t have an accident in your pull-up, I’ll let you wear them.” He smiles back at Mallory’s excited grin,” I’ll buy you all the big girl underwear you want. Just no more accidents.”

-

“I’ll squeeze him tight,” Malcolm squeezes the stuffed bear tight to his chest. Mr. Bear, he notes because Mallory has named all her stuffed animals but this one is special. He gave it to her and she has to take him everywhere. “Now,” he lays the stuffed bear beside her,” you’ll have all the Malcolm hugs you’ll ever need. Okay?” She nods and he places a kiss on her forehead,” okay, goodnight, Mal.”

-

“You’re okay,” he holds her close to his chest. She hiccups miserably, her skinned knee aching. “You know what happens now?” She shakes her head, not even bothering to pull her head out of his shoulder. “You have to try again. Get back up on your bike.” She pulls back to object and he cups her cheeks in his hand,” I’ll be right here, Mallory. I promise.”

Until one night, insomnia gets the best of him.

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

He lays in the frigid cold. His own blood a puddle around his waist. Gil was always nagging about Malcolm’s late-night walks. ‘There’s safety in numbers’, that was Gil’s philosophy. Recently, Gil dropped his consistent reminders. Malcolm was always with Dani and Mallory though. That kid wears him down, he’s dead on his feet most nights.

Except, Dani took today off and treated Mallory to a day at the museum. Leaving Malcolm to sort out his own plans for the day. Hince the need for a mid-night walk.

“Give me your money” turned into a sharp knife too quickly. Malcolm’s trembling hands unable to produce any money. Malcolm’s hands stained with his own blood.

He tries to fight it, at first. His body numbing to the pain, his eyes drifting shut. He promised to take Mallory to the dentist for Dani tomorrow. Promised Mallory a special surprise afterward. It’s too much. The cold, the pain. 

There was a point in his life he imagined death so much it seemed like an old friend. A means to an awful life, an escape. In its grasp now, he’s afraid. He wants to stay. To fulfill his promises. He wants more time. 

He needs more time.

Hadn’t realized what he has until it’s slipping through his fingertips.

“No!” It’s Gil who gets the call. Who holds Dani as she sobs, openly and freely. She curses him and she shouts at nothing and calls it Malcolm. He’s hurt them all, reckless and stupid until the end.

“You can’t fix me, Dani.” Years ago, now. On her couch, a tub mint chocolate chip ice cream between them. Her stomach large with her unborn child in it. His eyes heavy, voice soft. “I’m not who you think I am.” So unsure, convinced he was unfit. He could never help her, not with a baby.

Except, he did. Mallory’s father is out of the picture but she always had Malcolm. They both did.

“Baby-” Dani squats down in front of Mallory. Cupping her daughter’s cheek and praying that she can find the right words to make her understand. To explain that Malcolm’s not coming back. “You love Mr. Bear.” Dani rubs the old bear’s ears thoughtfully. Remember the eagerness Malcolm had for her and Mallory. In life and in general. 

Mallory nods her understanding, her own hand joining in her mother’s soft toying of the bear’s ear. She does love Mr. Bear. From the moment Malcolm gave her him he’s gone everywhere with her. Every day of Mallory’s life Malcolm has been there. Picking her up from school while Dani hunts bad guys. Taking her for ice cream just because. Cuddling on the couch for Saturday movie nights. Buying her popcorn and candy at the movies even when Dani insists Mallory doesn’t need both.

Those things are never going to happen again.

Dani brushes a strand of her daughter’s hair behind her ear,” baby. Do you remember what we talked about with Grandpa Gil?” Death is��permanent. Her daughter doesn’t understand permanent. 

Dani can sympathize with that. There’s a part of her that keeps waiting for Malcolm to show up and give her some crappy excuse. Blame it on some vaguely disguised daddy issue. To hug her. She already misses his hugs. The scent of his cologne in a room. Him falling asleep on the couch when she’s trying to talk to him. 

“If you put Mr. Bear with Malcolm,” tears prick her eyes. She shouldn’t have to explain this to her daughter. “You’ll never see him again.” A tear slides down her cheek,” either of them.” Dani sniffles and wipes her cheek of the tear. She smiles sadly,” and Mr. Bear is your best friend. You don’t want to lose him.”

Mallory looks puzzled and Dani’s hoping that she can grasp what being said. After a moment, Mallory shakes her head, disagreeing. “No mommy,” she says softly,” Malcolm is my best friend.” She frowns,” and Malcolm is scared of the dark. So, I want to give him Mr. Bear so he won’t be so scared.”

“Baby-”

Mallory hugs Mr. Bear tight to her chest. Squeezing him with all her might. She offers Dani the bear,” you have to charge him up with hugs, mommy.”

Dani cries openly as she clutches that stupid bear to her chest. 

Mallory smiles proudly,” good job! Now Malcolm will have your hugs too.”

Dani chokes on a sob but she manages a watery smile,” that’s right, baby.”

Mallory stands for a long time, just looking down at her bear. She squeezes her mother’s hand,” I’m gonna miss him, mommy.”

Dani stands numbly. The wind blowing straight through her coat. If Malcolm were here, her Malcolm, he’d wrap an arm around her. Produce a scarf from seemingly nowhere. Something that somehow makes this impossible moment okay. Bearable. “Me too.”

[earths-roots-grow-up]

I’m still working on my art skills but wanted to post a small HC about how I imagine Gil’s face and decided I will just make a picture. (if I ever get better, I’ll probably redo this. or maybe I’ll redo it for no reason)

In short: he’s all sharp angles and thin lines. 

I HC him - tho this did not translate into the picture well xD - to be very, very handsome (even by nation's standards & they are generally good looking) but in this harsh, sharp, unfriendly fashion... if that makes sense? Like, he looks good but is not cute nor pretty and one would even say, intimidating/not very inviting in his handsome-ness. Like a picturesque ice-covered mountain or a beautiful knife. 

He looks like a blond dude that fell into a cauldron full of bleach. His eyes are very light blue but have a speck of pink/violet/red at the bottom of the pupils. The amount of those colors changes with the angle of his face/the lighting, like in an opal stone. I also like the idea that the angrier he gets, the bigger the red parts become.

[calzonekestis]

So, I’m older. I’ve got about 1130 followers. Gonna give a shout out to my homies, with a follow forever/bias list thing where I also compliment y’all bc you deserve it.

@prof-anity Davis is my best friend in the world. Davis is my best friend in the sea.

@thelordvader Bethany is the coolest nerd I know. She’s smart, witty, pretty (selfie game unparalleled), and pretty… much always right. We had been mutuals for years but somehow over the past two years or so became friends and it is still an honor.

@viktorfrankensteins Listen I’ve followed Royan for a while bc Bethany did and I trust Bethany’s judgement, but in just a matter of a few months Royan somehow managed to become one of my most beloved and valued friends. I’ve only known her for a short while but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone on this hell site and then myself.

@jjoelswatch Sarah is honestly one of the first people I remember following on tumblr, like back around 2012, and it’s bc of her I became exposed to Bethany and like… I don’t even know when we really became friends? After being mutuals for so long, it just sort of happened and she’s been a constant and comforting presence ever since. Except when she sends me sad Star Wars videos. That’s not comforting. She’s one good natured people I’ve encountered on the internet tho.

@thealbooty  Alberto is someone I met through Davis years ago, and again, I don’t even know how it happened. One day they were just there, and tho I don’t talk to them nearly enough they are just one of the nicest and raddest people you could meet. I’ve seen them grow from a youngling into an Adult, and gosh, the word could use more people like them. Kind, pure, smart, amazing, spectacular. Killer eyebrows, tbh.

@frostborn is someone who I believe I first encountered through the wonderful ladies listen above, and she herself is just really nice and awesome? She’s another person I don’t talk to nearly enough, but she’s just a lovely presence on my dash. Always liking and reblogging things, making me feel valid.

@rocktheholygrail Dana makes gifs and things, and is always willing to let me exploit her skill by taking requests. She’s also just super chill and friendly, and likes my selfies when I post them, ergo she also makes me feel valid. We also enjoy the same terrible bleached asshole, which I’m not gonna give any context for whatsoever. That’s a bond that connects us tho~

@readytocomply IDEK how or when I started following Stef. She’s another person who is just super nice and chill. She’s talented when it comes to both edits and cosplay. She’s just a great person and I’m glad I know her.

@uncleclustersthirdbrain and @helenawayne, I hope you’re not offended by me lumping you together, but I mean… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Two people who I also first encountered around 2012ish, when I was an obnoxious outspoken teenager. We kind of drifted apart and fell out of touch for a while, but we reconnected actually around this time last year. Because Donnie’s fucking talented, and I wanted to reach out and tell him that I was happy for him/proud of him. Buy his comics here. Morgan ofc is also talented, and has a YouTube channel here. They’re just both good people, who care about people, and they have a cute dog.

@88ecto Derek is someone I’ve respected for going on a decade but somehow over the past year or so, we’ve become really good friends? I’m not even sure how that happened, it’s still surreal for me. He’s actually the one person on this list I’ve had the pleasure of actually meeting. Not to sound like a broken record, but he truly is just a good person. Also, plug.

@apol-lo Cristian. Again, someone who I don’t talk to nearly enough. He’s a good person. Another person who I’ve seen grow up, better himself. He should be proud, cause I’m proud of him. You’ve did alright for yourself, buddy.

@diaryofawriter Again, I don’t remember I met Jess tbh. She’s just been another presence. Whenever I need to rant or vent, she’s there to provide an ear or distraction. Good writer, good friend. She’s rad.

@fullonzombae Kim also likes the bleached asshole. No, I still won’t give you context. She’s got a kind heart, a sharp wit, and is a talented writer. She’s also British, so that automatically gives her some class.

@timelessmulder Emily-Alice and I aren’t even the same fandoms anymore but I wouldn’t recognize my dash without them. Again, they’ve followed me since my tumblr beginnings. She has seen things. The highs, and the lows. A rational and grounded person, who is lovely and deserves good things.

@kryptonians I think I encountered Gil through Davis? I’m not sure. He’s just a good dude. Decent. Rational, funny, and all around good people. He likes Superman. That makes him alright in my book. Pretty much all of my DC exposure comes from his blog these days.

@thejazzdalek Max is another awesome guy who has been a mutual for ages, and that I don’t talk to enough. There’s a pattern here. We have a lot of the same fandoms though, and he’s always been friendly towards me.

@cimikat It’s Katie’s fault I started watching critical role, tbh. Yet another person I’ve followed since the beginning of time. Or at least, 2012. She’s just really sweet and chill. Marvel, Star Wars, whatever content she puts on my dash is Good Content.

@chujo-hime Stacy was “tumblr famous” imo and I remember having a mini freakout when she first followed me. Again, just a constant and friendly presence. A voice of reason, and back during the fandom wankery and ship wars that were going around 2013 or so… that was hard to find. Nothing but respect for her.

@ilikethequiet Ally is the photoshop fairy, and another friend who lets me exploit her talents. She reminds me of Bubbles from Power Puff Girls tbh. Really endearing and happy and fun, tho she’s not afraid to call out bullshit when she needs to. We need to talk more/write together more, friend.

@dreamimpcssiblethings Kath, you honestly are the sweetest person I think I’ve ever met tbh. We don’t talk as much as we used to, and that’s on me. You’re smart, and I love listening to you ramble on about things you’re passionate about and I’m sorry I suck and usually only reply with emojis. You’re another person the world could do to have more people like, but you’re one of a kind my friend.

I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone, and if I have, I’m truly sorry. It’s not a slight. Ilu. I know there are some people I’ve left off bc they’re not really that active anymore on tumblr so.

Also. @mulaney. Notice me.

[ask-art-student-prussia]

Can we see an alternative reality of Gil where his parents stayed together? Would he be any different? Would he have less problems?

this is like... a really complicated thing to draw and i think it’d be better written out bc its a complicated thing to develop right on the spot hmm..ill jot down some ideas i suppose

the Beilshmidt family dynamic has always been Gilbert being a little bit of a black sheep while Ludwig and Alderich were closer together. Reasons being, Gilbert is the oldest child so there are expectations of him, and since Lud grew up only knowing his father, he IS more like him personality wise. I always had paired up Lud and Alderich, and Gil and Louise, but since she’s gone, Gilbert kinda turned into an offset of the other two’s personality. I also, if you didnt know, made Lud’s colour a green with Alderich’s being turquoise while Gil has a striking dark blue, which is closer in hue with teal, which is what I use for Louise.  

Anyway

I think Gilbert would grow up to be a bit of a mama’s boy to be honest. He’d still be horribly obnoxious and rowdy, but the way I made Louise in the future, she’s actually a bit of a “young at heart” adult, who parties and wears 80s-90s clothes (and admittedly, smokes and drinks a bit). She’s became real stay-at-home mom when they were being raised but I feel like once they’ve grown up, Gil and her would go out to do all sorts of wacky shit together. I feel like he has a sharp-tongued sarcastic tone to everything he says, while she’s more witty and blunt with her sarcasm. I feel like he’d be a lot more vulnerable tho, which is a little scary, bc his ego would be more actual “im fucking great” instead of his “im great, but only bc im using that to mask my insecurities” which is what i personally write him as. He’d DEFINITELY have more punch from his words than.. an actual punch (canon lmao). whereas rn, he’s more of a 50/50 words and punch. I feel like he’d be a one of those people who are raised to be super polite and hardworking (dad’s side) but secretly be loud and stuff (moms side). Best comparison, gil would be the friend who says “thats stupid and a bad idea, i’ll film you but i wont do it” rather than right now he’s “HEY GUESS WHAT STUPID THING IM GONNA DO!” 

here;s the kicker. the one who’d change the most might actually be ludwig. he’d be more like he was when he was younger, and be more emotive and carefree, maybe like estonia or new zealand in terms of personality. I really like the character that @askvintageludwig wrote, something along the lines of that. he’s a bit more dry-wit and tired of gil’s shenanigans while worrying about him in my au, but with theirs, he smiles more and its cute af. 

She’d probably take a lot of pride in having her sons grow up and tease them like “wow look how HANDSOME you two look” whenever she visits and talks about them to her friends or smth.. Gilbert wouldn’t have an ounce of flattery in him, unlike right now where he;s all “yeah i know” but is actually blushing about it. Ludwig too, he’d be all “Do i really? i haven’t noticed!” but be more charming about it. i dont want them to be like, the “have things handed to them on a silver platter”, and good thing Alderich is there to make sure they dont grow up to be lazy and stuck up. He’s more “make your future” whereas Louise is “i’ll be responsible if i must, but when i don’t have to..” 

i really do like thinking about this idea, please, ask me questions if youre curious and ill do my best to branch out. 

[novocaine-sea]

Yuri on Ice Fic Rec Pt 1

I don’t know how many parts there are going to be but let’s start out with some favorites!

it’s the life we’re living now by vivevoce - Mature - Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky - Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

“... Did you know you still give me boners?” Yuri asks seriously. Otabek is startled into an incredulous snort. “Don’t laugh, you asshole! It’s tragic and inconvenient and probably going to last until we’re old and can’t get it up anymore.”

“I’m touched,” Otabek replies tonelessly. “You have such a way with words.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yuri grins, all sharp teeth. “Feel free to swoon a little closer into my arms. And on top of my crotch?”

“Fuck off.” Yuri can hear Otabek’s grudging smile, even with his back turned.

“Baby?”

“No.”

“Zhanym?”

“Gross.”

This is honestly such a wonderful fic, anything by her is incredible but this is the fic that really shoved me down the Otayuri rabbit hole

A Different Kind of Coaching by Nomanono - Explicit - Victor/Yuuri, Yuuri/Yuri/Victor, Otabek/Yuri, Victor/Yuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Otabek/Victor - Chapters: 27/?

Summary:

Yuri decides he wants to give himself to a special someone, and luckily knows two people very well equipped to help him train so that, like all things, he can be the best at it.

Almost every single chapter is smut, it’s a guilty pleasure and all of it is really well written. If you ever wanna read something kinky, this is definitely the best fic for it.

O. Altin by HugsandButterflyKisses - Teen - Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky's life gets thrown out of order when a hot neighbor moves in next door. Unfortunately for Yuri, his new neighbor also happens to be a serial killer. Yuri is convinced he is going to be the next victim. So, there's that.

This fic is literally hilarious it made me smile so wide my face hurt so if you need a good laugh (in the best possible way) it’s amazing! 

Match Made By Phichit by SociallyAwkwardFox - Teen - Victor/Yuuri, Leo/Guang-Hong, Michele/Emi, Sara/Mila, Otabek/Yuri, Phichit/Seung Gil - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Five times Phichit plays matchmaker for his friends and the one time they play matchmaker for him.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! I love Phichit being a wing man and the ending is so sweet and ugh this fic is really cute.

These Words Are Not Enough by mousapelli - Teen - Leo/Guang-Hong - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

With fourteen time zones in between them, Leo and Guanghong find every way they can to cross the distance.

Honestly this fic is so great. Music incorporation, so much research about different time zones and things, pining, cuteness, ugh I cry every time! Anything by mousapelli is awesome tho sooooo

take a picture (it’ll last longer) by aozu - Teen - Seung Gil/Phichit - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Phichit takes a lot of photos.

And by a lot, Seung-gil means a fuck ton.

THIS FIC MAKES MY HEART SWELL WITH JOY I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! Just everything about this fic makes me smile ugh my heart

Wildflowers by axona, Lulubean - Teen - Yuuri/Yuri, Phichit/Yuuri, Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 10/10

Summary:

These won’t be the last tears he sheds over Victor Nikiforov, but he has hit a point where they stop and leave him numb and dazed.

“He...that was my first kiss,” Yuuri whispers, staring down at his open palms on his lap helplessly.

Yurio makes a noise like he’s just been punched in the gut, and he growls something in Russian that Yuuri doesn’t bother translating. He only looks up when Yurio squats in front of him, firmly and unapologetically taking hold of Yuuri’s empty hands with his own, intense blue-green eyes staring at him.

“You deserve better than him.”

UMMM HONESTLY AMAZING AND HEARTBREAKING AND EVERYTHING ALL IN ONE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS OVER THIS FIC???

wyd? by tootsonnewts - NR - Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Ever since the coffee shop incident, Otabek personally sends Yuri every single one of his snaps, which are literally all the same three things: Otabek at the gym in a sleeveless shirt, Otabek on a run in a sleeveless shirt, Otabek in his bed in a sleeveless shirt, and JESUS CHRIST, does this guy own anything else?

Or, Otabek is a fuckboy and Yuri can't deal.

Fuckboy Otabek, need I say more? This fic is incredibly hilarious i got my entire life throughout the entire thing

we laugh, we fumble, we take it day by day by waitingforareason - G - Victor/Yuuri - Chapters 1/1

Summary:

When it comes to taking their son on the ice for the first time, Yuuri is worried, Victor is patient, and everyone else is helplessly intrusive.

This is honestly one of my go to fics when I wanna be happy. It’s so precious and I love it so much. The child they adopt is so freakin cute too I wanna pinch his cheeks

Unexpected by CelesteFitzgerald - Teen - Otabek/JJ - Chapters 1/1

Summary:

Since childhood, JJ had told his soulmate everything about his life. JJ’s soulmate on the other hand was not one for sharing. They turned down all of JJ's offers to meet up. But JJ knew they still cared and that they would meet eventually. He didn't know that "eventually" would be at the Grand Prix Final.

Soulmate AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s.

THIS WHOLE FIC IS REALLY CUTE AND THE ENDING IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

[ksashton-blog]

. acceleration

time doesn’t always heal the pain. 

he packs his bags, and leaves for the winter break. his aunt wanted to see him again, after all it’s been two years. he wasn’t hesistant -- everyone at keisung was just in the back of his mind at that moment. he doesn’t look back, and tells the taxi driver to move forward. a heavy weight bringing him down more, and more.

family will bring you joy -- as they say...

a hearts a heavy burden, and when there is too much on your chest things bring you down. that’s how ashton was feeling. he wanted to say so much, but the thoughts of that main made him remain silent about the situations. he could mutter a word, he felt frozen, blank, dazed with it came to thinking of his past. the time still fresh in his mind -- two years was still such a short time.

his aunt talks to him. she helps distract him as much as possible. it doesn’t work, but the thought of her trying brings some light into his surrounding darkness. its close to the holidays -- a busy time of year so he helps his uncle out around his store, and the house. he goes to the stores with his aunt for more of a personal bag carrier. as long as he isn’t thinking everything is fine, right?

‘ i can’t cook... ’ he mutters, standing in front of the stove, and looking at the pot of water boiling. ‘ i’ll teach you... ’ he replied to his aunts offer with a simple nod. maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

a traditional korean dinner for the holidays. the house was decorated with lights, and other things that brought in that holiday cheer. this wasn’t something he was used too. the house he grew up in was dark, and cold. christmas was spent in silence, his room was the only place he felt safe in. he wished to spend it with others so, he would opt for friend’s houses or hosted christmas parties. he would even go as far as watching the city lights, and coming home late when he knew his father was dead to the world. it was the only time he felt safe. the less time he spent home the better.

‘ this is mines? ’ ashton wasn’t so much as expecting a present, nor did he have anything in return to give to his aunt or uncle. no matter how many times they stated it was okay, his presence was enough the more he felt bad. surely, he couldn’t accept the small gift that was passed to him on christmas day, but with a faint smile he accepted it anyways. can you numb the pain?

reoccurances happen often, good or bad its how to handle them.

‘ you should’ve died... i should’ve gotten rid of you while i had the chance! ’ a stinging pain was felt against the eighteen year old’s face. his father was at it again. this wasn’t anything new, in fact the pain was numbed once the older striked him across his face. ashton at the time felt nothing more than what it felt to be dead. there was no emotion as he stared ahead. he couldn’t make it out the house in time to be caught by his father.

‘ so you’re not going to respond? ’ what was there to respond to. the same things were said over, and over and it made him think was it really a mistake to be born. did he actually kill his own mother? he’d never seen his mother before so how could it be his fault. he could remember asking about her when he was a kid, and automatically he would think of the grim look of his father before the man mutter the words of ‘ you killed her...’ as he walked out the room. he could never understand what he did wrong. being pushed, and cornered into the room wasn’t new either. ashton was sure the man would yell at him until he gotten tired. that’s what he thought...

that’s what he thought...

he felt a sharp pain, a pain that woke up his senses. ashton found himself on the floor -- a state of shock that his father just punched him in the face. before he could regain his senses he was being dragged up from the floor only to feel another contact of the older’s knuckles to his cheek. it was multiple hits between the contact of his father’s fist and the contact of the wooden floor. he could fell a small trickle of something running down the side of his head. the floor is stained with a dark red, his lip is busted as a stinging sensation hits it each time it comes in contact with something. he could only block his face during the time. too weak to move, and when the other began to grow annoyed it was a blunt force that land in his stomach. ashton could only double over in pain, coughing as he it felt as if the air was literally knocked out from his lungs. 

he finds himself yelling out for the man to stop, but the hits continue. he hears his name being called it sounds like his father’s voice, but ashton only continues to yell. 

‘ash... asht... woojung!’ a loud gasps of air comes from the young male, as he sits up. sweat beads dampens his forehead as he looks around. fear is shown across the young male’s face as he sees his aunt, and uncle looking at him with worried looks. he trembles in the woman’s hold, a wave a nausea hits him like a ton of bricks. breath in, breath out. ‘ another nightmare? i’ll get some water so you can calm down, it’s okay ashton he’s not here. ’ the older woman runs her fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes to regain normal breathing. with a small nod he watches as the two exit his room.

things happen unexpectedly -- whether good or bad.

IMCOMING MESSAGE 

[ TIIMM ] hey man, hows korea holding up? buried in snow yet?? haha [ TIIMM ] anyways you won’t believe this but theres a man walking the streets of san fran right? [ TIIMM ] he looks like your dad, but then i remember can’t be him hes locked up right? thats why you moved... [ TIIMM ] its crazy tho... that man looks JUST like him...

ashton wanted to pass out in that moment. he stares ahead as his phone lands on the floor. maybe its a coincidence, or maybe not. that man had some years left on his term. in fact, he had a long way to go -- ten more in fact. how could he possibly be out after two years? 

he hurriedly picked up his phone.

[ ASHH ] when you see him take a pic and send it to me.

days later 

INCOMING MESSAGE

[ GIL ] bro is your dad out of jail??? [ RICH ] this man just asked about you ash?? asking where his son was... but your old man is in jail? whats going on man? ill keep you updated.

a new year for a new change

a year is starting again, and ashton would follow up the korean traditions to start off the new year. it wasn’t something he was used too. customs in america were very different than in korea he knew that for sure. there were a lot of things to help him forget about the fact that his father could possibly be roaming the streets of san francisco looking for him. 

‘ auntie... have you heard anything.. about my father? ’ he asked, the thought still bothering him even though he would force himself not to think of the man whom almost ended his life again. as expected she told him no, and wondered why he would bring such a thing up so suddenly. 

‘ surely i could be a coincidence? ’

‘ but someone said that the man was looking for me? ’

‘ are you sure they aren’t trying to scare you? ’ 

a sigh escapes his lips as he goes back to the food in front of him, not particularly hungry and had lost his appetite a while ago he would still force himself to eat some of the food as it was probably considered rude not to eat. ‘ don’t think about it too much, you should go back to school a little early. maybe school will help you distract yourself further than just staying here. you can’t just not go to school, woojung. ’

‘ maybe... ’ he thought.  

it was that next day, he would began packing to return to keisung. this might be what he needed after all. ashton knew he couldn’t continue to ignore everyone who’ve been asking about his whereabouts. he would have to face them sooner or later. 

sooner is what he’d planned.