YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.




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Her Insintct - Chapter 21

Hey everyone! I’m finally back! My internet has been in and out last night. I’ve been fighting it all morning to post 😅 Since my connection is bad, most of the pictures and gifs weren’t able to load. To see them all, please read the story on my wattpad @cadeathens Since the Preview wouldn’t load up, this chapter begins right after the preview. 

I have favor to ask you: I know so many of you like and love this story so dearly. Could you please further express your love of the story by kindly liking and rebloging the chapters you read? It would make me so happy!!

Thanks a million! Now read on!

This chapter was inspired by the song “What Kind of Man” by Florence + the Machine. Please feel free to listen as you read!

Chapter 21 - What Kind of Man

In response to my acceptance, he took over my body. We tousled about on his bed. He trying to gain control over my mouth and my reluctance to let him. I grabbed a hand full of his hair, my body almost wishing I could refuse this incredible, delectable feeling overwhelming my senses once again, but all I could do is whimper in sweet pleasure.

I felt that sweet sensation felt in, that feeling that I desired and enjoyed even through this messed up situation. But I knew deep in my heart that this bliss is incomparable to my revenge on him, so I let Mr. Leto ravish me. And a part of me relished and desired it the same way he did.

He went slowly, gosh he went so slow, and it drove me insane.

I tugged on his hair, and he knew he had me right where he wanted me. I caught a glimpse of his smirk as he looked down at me.

His heavy breathing echoed in my right ear as he tightened his grip on me, locking me against him. My legs wrapped around his, clinging onto him as the familiar haze of pleasure came around me.

He moaned my name over and over in my ear sending me over  the edge, shattering into little shards as I reluctantly whimpered helplessly around him. He rolled off of me as I remained on my back trying to catch my breath. I stared at the dimly lit ceiling as I searched for reassurance for the decision I just made.

I felt his hand brush against my face before his lips met my cheek. He left several kisses there before he asked “Aren’t you glad you came, Kerri?”

I nodded absentmindedly as I continued to swim through my numerous thoughts. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He needed to hear it. I inhaled deeply and finally I turned to face him and replied “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” He purred in satisfaction as he pressed his lips against mine, caressing them tenderly, gently, over and over until he could barely keep his eye lids open and fell asleep beside me.

He’s won for now, but I knew it’d be a matter of time until he was fast asleep and I’d finally have the chance to sneak by him and find the evidence I needed behind those pictures in his work room.

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Am I better at mcree yet?

I apologize for disappearing.

//Hello y’all! I just wanted to say that I’m very sorry for not being on for…quite sometime. I have been very sick for a couple of days and haven’t been able to interact with my muses and such. I don’t really know if I am 100% better yet but hey…I’m back! Now time to return to Freddy! There won’t be any icons however….I’m on another device at the moment.

A new subject enters.


Statera looked around eyes narrowed slightly. “this isn’t home…where am i? or better yet how did i get here.” Statera grabbed his head slightly which felt like it was splitting open “i..i was visiting earth it was late so dark outside. i remember meeting a man odd looking said he needed help with something. i of course agreed i do enjoy helping people. I cant remember what next im here?” he looked around once more.  He tried to teleport out of here but he felt he couldn’t. Statera looked at himself a bit in fear as he tried to power up feeling he could barely reach an inch of power. “well then..someone is cheating.” he raises his hand and a small ball of ki forms in his hand before he makes it disappear. “still got a basic a way of defending myself.” he slowly shook his head pondering. “i need some help. Someone must know what this place is.” he slowly takes a few steps forward before finally just using a small ki ball for light. He eventually makes his way into the forest looking for a way out. He eventually comes up to what looks to be a somewhat ruined forest lodge. Odd place for one he slowly walks up the steps when he hears something. He slowly walks closer when it appears to be muttering of some sort he couldn’t make out the words. “ someone there?”


Why am I with you?

Is it because the sex is great?

Because I fear loneliness?

Are you the rebound after a bad heartbreak?

Why am I with you?

Is it because we have a long history?

Because we’re accustomed to each other?

Even though we have no more chemistry

Why am I with you?

Are you just here until I find something better?

Is the reality that you’re just temporary

And you’re just filling the void until I find forever?

Why am I with you?

Am I just bored

And you’re something to do?

Am I telling you lies for my satisfaction

And you’re stupid enough to believe they’re true?

Why am I with you?

Better yet

Why are you with me?

Does this question also weigh on your mind heavily?

Don’t take these questions offensively

I just believe there is a purpose

In all that I pursue

So I must ask the question

Why am I with you?

i hate (because i suck at it) so i basically combined it with and this is my bribe for @amazingphil and @danisnotonfire to play that soon

Help there was an Extremely Cute Girl who was new in my martial arts class tonight and I Am Extremely Gay

Better yet, she’s also a State grad student (so almost certainly within my acceptable age range) and she has the kind of look where I would eat my hat if she turned out to be straight — although this is yet another case here of I Am My Own Type 

But like, I’ve already been flirting with a few other people and I don’t know how to handle this, is it better (if you’re monogamous, which I am) to flirt with multiple people to keep your options open or to focus on flirting with one person to stay focused and not wind up in the potential — long-shot, but potential — situation of attracting more than one girl at a time??

I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing or where the fuck I’m going. I think I felt more alive when I wanted to die.. Now? Now I can’t care. I’m so numb. I’m so numb.. I’m so numb.. I can’t cry. I can’t genuinely smile. I can’t write. Who am I? Where am I? And better yet..
Why does any of it even matter?
I’d rather feel like I’m dying on the inside then not feel anything at all.. I’m so lost in nothingness and I’m not sure I’ll ever be found.
—  Andy.. Come back.